Choso Vs Internet

Choso vs internet

Request pls: Yuu's Harem

Riddle, Leona, Jamil, Idia, Malleus, Azul to gn!reader that helps them heal from overblot (unsure to add Vil cus he has Rook whom already does god's work everyday)

Reader just comes close to their space and sees if they're doing good. Then it evolves to asking about their day and about the world of TW to make convo. Then it turns to a friendship where Reader commends them for doing things beneficial and good for themselves in the day, then tells them "Good boy/good job!" at even the smallest things when they take care of themselves without Reader's help (beast tamer Yuu awakening)

Reader gives them a braided bracelet made by themself and they cherish it. But then one day the Vice/Other dorm leader notices the bracelet and goes "Ah, so you're officially part of the harem"

You can write either first or second paragraph I just wrote it all out for context of the second

Self Love and Braided Bracelets

A/N: I did a little bit of both 😁 I included Vil, because no offense to Rook, but someone who makes comments about someone's weight is not good for self love

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"So, I made this for you. You don't have to wear it, I just….I was making one and it kind of started to remind me of you," you handed Vil the gold and purple braided bracket you'd made the night before. He gently picked it up, seemingly unsure of how to feel about it.

"Also, I just want to say," you took a deep breath, "if you ever need to talk to someone, I'm here to listen."

The look in your eyes was so heartfelt that Vil worried he'd tear up just from looking at it. 

"I'll keep that in mind, thank you."

Not that you'd ever know how raw you'd made him feel. Perhaps he was still too weak from his incident. It didn't matter. He was as composed and calm as ever.

A braided bracelet didn't exactly fit his wardrobe. But the next morning, his hand hovered over it, hesitating about not wearing it. So he slipped it on. His gut was never wrong, and it was telling him to wear it. Besides, his sleeves would cover it.

….

Months later, and Vil was now sitting at your lunch table. He'd never admit it, but he enjoyed it when you would take a spoonful of food and feed it to him when he didn't eat enough.

Malleus Draconia, of all people, walked over to your table with a tray, his entourage in tow.

"Hey Mal Mal! I'll get us some more chairs," you said with a smile, getting up and beginning your hunt for seats.

Idia looked up from his silent eating, and pointed to Malleus' wrist.

"So you're part of the harem now, huh?"

"The what?" Vil muttered before noticing the green and black braided bracelet on Malleus' wrist.

"It's not a harem," Riddle said with a pout.

"What else would you call it?" Idia snapped, fiddling with his own bracelet that Vil was noticing for the first time.

"The turnip's got a point for once. It is very harem like," Leona snickered.

"Doesn't harem imply a romantic aspect?" Azul asked, looking up from his meal. 

"The flowers we all got for love day have a certain implication," Leona smirked.

"And the "I love you, have a great day! You matter to me!" Texts every morning also have an implication," Jamil muttered, clearly flustered by the conversation.

Idia nodded, and said, "It could also just be a friendly harem. You know, a harem of self love. Harems can be platonic."

"Platonic, huh?" Riddle sounded a little sad.

"It sounds like it really depends on Y/N's feelings," Vil spoke up finally.

Before the others could respond, you came back dragging a chair with you.

"Sorry that took so long! Who knew it would be so hard to find a chair?" You laughed.

Malleus sat down, and you looked over at  Idia.

"Idia, I know I don't say this enough, but I'm really proud of you for eating lunch with us."

"Thank you," Idia practically purred, the tips of his hair turning a light pink.

Vil shook his head with a light laugh. He looked at his fellow "harem mates", and realized that whether this was platonic, romantic, or something else, he was willing to see wherever it led.

The Boyfriend Contract Series

Azul Ashengrotto x Fem!Yuu.

Yuu has been working at a port cafe in the foothill city at Sage Island during weekends and she’s been getting a lot of attention from the locals for being a sweet and beautiful girl. However, attention comes with its own consequences, and some guy who can’t get the memo has been obsessively pursuing her. Out of panic and desperation, she accidentally kisses the first familiar face she sees— and that face is none other than NRC’s most calculating businessman and well-known ass, Azul Ashengrotto. It would have ended there, with only (maybe) a small debt to the notorious Octavinelle housewarden, if it weren’t for the fact that not everyone in the cafe was a stranger… With rumors flying in the skies of Night Raven College and Azul becoming greedy for a particular business prospect, he presents Yuu with a business proposal. She was very skeptical at first, since there’s always a catch when someone makes a contract with Azul… and that catch might just be her heart.

Or: Yuu accidentally kisses the first familiar guy she sees, which happens to be Azul, and shit goes down from there. Thoughts and prayers to our beloved Prefect.

CHAPTERS

Ch. 1 - The Cost of Opportunity Ch. 2 - The Economics of Rumors Ch. 3 - Terms and Conditions

Inspired by the multiple romcoms I’ve consumed. This includes The Love Hypothesis, Business Proposal, and other books and mangas. And also, my delusions.

CIGARETTES! — #RYOMENSUKUNA

“if my sweet baby doesn’t like cigarettes, then i hate them also.”

SUMMARY. in which sukuna is willing to give up anything for your love, even if it’s his addiction for cigarettes.

“you reek of cigarettes.” you blurt out.

sukuna blows smoke out of his mouth looking bored as ever. “so?” he blankly replies.

“i don’t like it.” you don’t. it’s unhealthy. dangerous. and disgusting. you hate it when he kiss you with this scent. you hate how much he loves it.

“woman, i’m the one smoking, not you.” he replies, eyes looking up as he continue to smoke, he’s high, you can tell. “chill.” he adds.

“then . .” you started, “let’s break up.”

sukuna then laughs, “fuck off.” he eyes finally landing at you, “what are you on about now? bitchy all of a sudden.”

“you always smoke. i don’t like it. you always get into fights. you always drink. you’re always in trouble.” you state his problems, “it’s tiring. im so sick of seeing you smoke that roll. it smells bad and it’s disgusting.”

he looks at you, “too harsh, aren’t you?” it made you glare at him, he can never, ever take anything seriously. “i’m serious. fix yourself, when you’re ready to be a proper boyfriend come back to me.” you say. taking this as a note to leave. a sign of goodbye.

you don’t know how you and sukuna found comfort with each other. he’s very different from you. extremely. though you say harsh words to each other all the time. you know you don’t mean it. you’re not gonna leave him.

you met sukuna through a billiard hall. he was alone and you were with your friends. he found liking into you. a small talk happen between the both of you which lead to him snatching your time away from your friends.

he taught you billiard that time.

you can’t even remember how it was. was it his billiard teaching? or was it his clothed dick sticking and grinding to your core that you feel and only remember?

that night took into a turn. you slept at his place. and the morning after. you had yourself a boyfriend. sukuna was two years older than you, it was his last year in college. though he goes to a different one he never fails to pick you up after school. he drives a BMW c400x a black colored one. taking you to the streets of tokyo you’ve never laid eyes or even knew exists. being with sukuna made everything different, he showed you a whole new world. he was the only man for you.

so you aren’t surprise when you see him inside of your apartment with a coffee in his hands, it was eight in the morning. and he had a spare key.

“sukuna, you can’t just barged in here.” you say. sitting at the across from him. his nerve really. you can never with this man. he makes his own rules.

“the cigarettes.” he started, “i threw them away.”

you scoff at him, “like i’d believe that?”

“didn’t know coffee tasted quite nice. i should drink this more often.” ignoring your question he complimented the coffee he was drinking.

“you really quitted?”

sukuna chuckles, “come here, baby.”

“that’s not my question.”

“bambi, come sit in my lap.”

bambi he likes to call you that. you once mentioned that you found the nickname cute in one romcom drama you forced him to watch. now he calls you that from time to time.

“okay.” you follow his words, sukuna fixed the position of his legs to give you access to sit at. now you’re sitting on him with your legs beside his. side to side.

“if my sweet baby doesn’t like cigarettes, then i hate them also.” sukuna proudly says grinning. “won’t lose you over that shit, now give me a kiss, my girl been so hard on me, eh?”

gosh you really do love him and can’t ask for more.

tryst, too tempest

Icarus fell for loving the Sun.

You will, for loving your lover.

▸ trueform!sukuna x wife!reader; 1.1k wc; comprises of elements inspired by the tale of 'hades and persephone' & 'fall of icarus'; warning: sukuna is sukuna, so expect the expected [mentions of violence, murder, cannibalism]; warning 2.0: the reader is not very keen to leave or not love her husband; uraume is the BEST WINGPERSON none of you two ever deserved but still got; FLUFF & ANGST & A MADLY DEVOTED LOVE YOU AND SUKUNA FEEL FOR EACH OTHER

▸ belongs to the series 'mine? yes, mine.' – same universe as the work 'six seeds, like rubies...' — but you can treat this as a stand-alone fic if you wanna!

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Foul winds howl through the land, the first year of your life as one Ryomen Sukuna's wife.

Servants cower before you the moment your shadow falls within their field of vision, yet their gaze stays steeped in pity and envy the entire time it remains trained on your feet. Grocers mumble to one another, eyes looking away when you move to look at the things in their shops. Even the very flora and fauna, you loved so much growing up, writing poems on them from the day you knew how to pen a poem– even the same flora and fauna feels so foreign to you—

"You do realize your importance to Master, don't you?"

Uraume's quiet question floats in through your thoughts, much akin a gentle breeze creating small ripples over the water surface. You smile. "Given how I haven't been eaten by him or sent to be murdered by his subordinate curses, I think I do."

Emotion, too similar to humor, flits across the mien of your husband's loyal follower — you decide not to think much of it. Too many days of having only them as someone to speak to, outside of requesting for a second serving of the soup or asking for the cost of yukata, has led to you imagining a smile on a person who is famous for their poker face. Shaking your head, you return to your poems, the quill fluttering over the roll of parchment you found lying at the breakfast today morning, and let out a content sigh — only for your peace of mind to be broken by the bursting of a guard into the garden, appearing too terrorstruck to utter a single coherent word.

It takes you nothing save one glance, moving from him to Uraume to your ink-stained fingers, before you find yourself keeping the papers on the ground beside and rising, feet breaking into a hasty giddy run down the corridors of the palace to the throne room where, certainly enough–

"I was under the impression you've run away in the extra while I spent sleeping, wife."

The world around you comes to a dead stop as the visage of Sukuna comes into your line of sight; you feel your heart skip two beats then begin a thundering rhythm against your ribcage.

Four years ago, if someone were to tell you there is someone who is going to free you from the gilded cage you were forced to call 'home', is going to share with you his name and is going to be the reason you will ponder the meaning of love, you would have given them a second of your time before walking away with a polite excuse.

One year before, if someone were to tell you there is someone who is going to free you from the gilded cage you were forced to call 'home', is going to share with you his name and is going to be the reason you will ponder the meaning of love, you would have huffed a quiet laugh. The first two have already come to pass (with too many lives lost and too many lives threatened) — yet the very last prediction? You would have considered it to be highly improbable, if not outright impossible.

Yet, now, if someone were to tell you the same three things, you think you wouldn't have shown much of a reaction. You would have simply turned to that 'someone' mentioned in the prediction, and gazed and gazed and gazed–

"I left the roll of parchment you bought for Mistress at the breakfast table, just as you asked, Master," Uraume's voice cuts your thoughts into half and you twist to catch them offer you both a very deep bow before hurrying out, to the left towards the kitchen, four baskets full of radishes in their arms.

You look back at your husband, only to find him seated stiffly on his throne, eyes landing anywhere but you. Stifling a giggle, you tilt your head to the side.

"Why do you act so embarrassed, my king?" you ask, stepping a timid step towards him, then another. Gleaming ruby eyes dart to your face then to your approaching feet. Something tingles through your veins. Climbing the stairs leading to him, you hum, smiling, "I don't think it's embarrassing – quite the opposite, in fact. To me, giving one's wife a thoughtful gift as that... it seems quite adorable to me."

"Be careful of your words, woman," the King of Curses growls, rising and taking a large menacing step in your direction; your smile grows intentionally too innocent, which does apparently nothing to quell his increasing fury: the precise outcome you've been wishing so fervently for.

He pulls you by the waist, flush to himself and lowers his lips close to yours, tantalizingly so. He smells very strongly of those bath salts you bought from a travelling merchant three moons back; faintly of blood and death, of the priest he diced last night after dinner — you wonder if you're worthy to be called a human, after finding the curse you have sworn yourself to forever, so terribly dear despite these.

Certainly not — but you reckon you're too far gone to care anyways, so you stop wondering such things – and lift yourself on your tiptoes to brush your lips with your husband's, then pull away a touch, words leaving your lips in a breathy whisper.

"What if I'm not careful with my words? What will you do then, hm? Will you devour me like the monster everyone says you are? Or, will you throw me away like everyone warns me you will one day– when you find someone prettier, smarter, better than me, huh?"

Two moments pass in pin-drop silence between the two of you.

Barking a noisy guffaw, Sukuna weaves his fingers through your hair, still damp from the bath you took a short time ago, and plants a deep kiss to your lips. Then parts his lips from yours, although a mere hair's breadth away, and grins, features teeming with that exotic species of malevolence you never saw yourself regarding to be charming.

Until your gaze met with his, one fated evening, that is.

Your nails dig crescents into the broad muscles of his shoulders.

Your lover's grin sharpens. "Let time tell the tale— yes, my queen?"

The next morning, you find a dozen or so heads waiting for you at the breakfast table, severed by a neat slice at the root of their neck– eyes and mouths which once looked down on your wedding with the King, frozen forever now in a scream of terror.

Forsaking the wonted theme of nature, you decide to pen a poem on scathing, soothing love, instead.

or... everyone: your husband is a despicable monster!!! you: uh-huh everyone: he might leave you for someone better!!! you: uh-huh everyone: you better not stay in this union anymore. you: nuh-nuh. i'm so gonna stay and love and fuck my hubby <3

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category : ツイステッドワンダーランド work title : his friends believe you’re out of his league

it wasn’t mean to offend him, but it did nonetheless. no one could blame jade and floyd for their reluctance, azul spent a majority of his time managing the monstro lounge and dipping his hands in a few meticulously calculated business ventures that it arrived as a surprise to see he had a window in his schedule to find love.

perhaps another reason to their doubt could be the fact you are what they call a “total package.” you had the beauty, the brains, and the personality; in the their eyes, you were way out of the dorm leader’s league. taking all of it into account, it made it harrowing to believe him when he announced you were his girlfriend.

the leech twins didn’t need to utter a word, their expression alone voiced their thoughts for them. the top question running through their minds went along the lines of what in the world was he inhaling for him to say something so… so delusional?!

“he didn’t bind you to a contract, right!?” floyd looked down at you. you wouldn’t admit it for the sake of your boyfriend’s blood pressure, however, his friends’ clear skepticism about your relationship greatly entertained you.

“oi!” azul hissed, giving him a silent scolding via a scowl for his uncouth behavior in front of you. was it too much to ask for him to act proper around you? he grumbled to himself, as he reached for your hand and gently squeezed it to calm his nerves.

“what,” floyd shrugged. “i’m only making sure!” forcing azul to pinch the bridge of his nose and groan out loud. in the meantime, jade leans down to your eye level and instructed, “blink two times if he’s holding you captive and i’ll go check your contract for any loopholes.”

your boyfriend complained, “not you too…”

late afternoon rolled around and soon did his friends decide it was time for them to leave. the tension in azul’s neck and shoulders disappeared after the main door finally shut close. he spoke a tad too soon though since you didn’t wait a second later to say, “your friends are really funny, ‘zul. we should invite them to hangout with us sometime again.”

trey was the first person to break the lingering silence in the room. he raised a dubious brow. surely cater can’t be serious. he, and their friends, wasn’t the least bit convinced with his announcement. it had to be fake, it was outlandish! “and you aren’t pulling my leg here?” he asked.

“nope!” cater replied, popping the ‘p.’ he was bewildered by their reaction. he didn’t understand what he did to elicit such a distrustful response. was the thought of him finding love that unconvincing of an affair that it forced all of them to doubt his word?

no, it wasn’t.

trey, ace, and deuce knew he could find love — just not with you, though… it sounded strange to hear that he was dating you of all people. it wasn’t to say that he couldn’t but he was a far cry from your ideal type. you were the resident homebody of the batch, and it was confounding to imagine you, a wall flower, would date a person like him.

tapping his chin, ace stalled, “how do i say this to you? um.” while he had no trouble in speaking his mind, he decided to choose his next words rather carefully since he was speaking to his senior.

“you’re tiresome to be around,” deuce interrupted, growing impatient with ace, “compared to her laidback attitude and easy-going life, you look like a pesky fly that won’t leave her alone.”

“what he said!” ace snapped his fingers in agreement to his friend’s explanation.

great… cater grimaces, a frown makes its way onto his face. and as if that wasn’t enough, trey added, “she’s an introvert and extremely private about her life too — sorry to say it but you’re the exact opposite of who she would date.”

if it were any other individual, they would’ve stormed out of the room. but he was cater diamond and he wasn’t easily wounded. there was a part of him that understands their side because he too was floored when you said yes to go on a couple dates with him and much more after you agreed to be his girlfriend.

needless to say, cater invited you to the dorms the next day just to tell his friends yourself that you were dating him.