Imagine Kisaki Dating You Just To Be Closer To Hina, Your Best Friend. You Knew Her Since You Could

✮ imagine kisaki dating you just to be closer to hina, your best friend. you knew her since you could remember and kisaki since cram school. you didn't have a real opinion on him and just thought he was the shy, studious type- nothing really special to write home about.

✮ but you were surprised when he confessed a little after hina started talking about a boy named takemichi and how he saved her. you don’t know why he confessed at all. you couldn't even think of a single reason. you never spoke; it was just you standing behind hina, waiting for her to finish complimenting him so you could go get popsicles at the park.

✮ the confession seemed fake- even something a little you could pick up on. it was like a robot, and not in the way he was confessing to himself in the mirror so many times; it was just dry. the confession had no heart to it. he wasn't even blushing and looking down, flickering his eye to you and the ground and spilling out, “i like like you!” it was just bland. so bland, in fact, you forgot every single word of it even while listening to it.

✮ but you were also young and thought a boyfriend would make you cooler, so you accepted it. also because you didn’t want to be left behind from hina and her ever-growing relationship with takemichi.

✮ when you asked him why he liked you a few weeks into the relationship, he said something about how you were like a plant and didn't get on his nerves. you didn't talk to him for a week after that.

✮ but when middle school started is when you were questioning the relationship. sure, it was weird to date someone and then move into middle school. the new personalities and new friend groups would naturally cause conflicts, but you were determined to keep on dating the guy. so determined it clouded your thoughts on the real underlying reason he even wanted to date you. you also didn't want to question if he liked you just to have a repeat of the plant comment.

✮ you were still friends with hina in middle school, going from a friend to a best friend if takemichi didn't already fit that role with a boyfriend. you were jealous of him, spending so much time with her after school. you didn’t know if that was the real reason or maybe jealous of their relationship. kisaki looked at you and spent time with you, yes, but it all seemed so artificial. like some alien trying to blend into the real world disguised as a cow with purple spots in a field of grass.

✮ it all changed, or spiraled when he met some guy, oniinii, osanii, osanai? he said you have your friends and he can have his, so you shouldn't judge, so you didn’t. you let him be. after all, relationships are built on trust and understanding.

✮ now the only time he wants to hang out is when you make an offside comment about how hina was going to be there or you were hanging out with hina. you thought it was just a way for him to be less awkward around you- a third person to brighten up the mood and keep the conversation from coming to an awkward pause. still, when you mentioned other names, he just hummed and continued to study for an upcoming test while you sat on his bed staring at the tv.

✮ after about a month of this, you were a little more than mad. you wanted to stay in the relationship for a reason you couldn’t pin down. you wanted to think it was because you liked him and his calming presence. you shoved down the feeling of being stubborn; a year plus relationship with someone wasn't a lot, but to you, it was. you’ve stuck with him for a year; he’s the first and only guy to confess to you. then you pushed down the feeling of not wanting to be alone, just having friends- nothing special like a boyfriend in sight.

✮ so you started shoving more and more dates in his face if one date a week was bombarding. you just wanted a simple lunch date with him on the weekend, drink something nice, and maybe eat a sweet with him and talk about your week.

✮ but he would slowly start to ditch it more and more as the weeks passed. the first and second week were the best because he actually showed up and stayed. you would carry the conversation, assuming he was awkward, but it was overall a nice time- calm and comfortable.

✮ but he would slowly slip farther and farther from your date plans. you didn’t want to question it the first few times he left as he said osanai needed him and you assumed he was just tutoring the poor guy. you didn't want to judge people based on their appearance, an appearance you had yet to see but from the sound of it he could be a delinquent. besides, kisaki was leaving money to pay for his and maybe your meal if you didn’t talk a lot. yet as the weeks passed, your thoughts of the tutoring switched to your boyfriend getting bullied by the gang member you only know the name of.

✮ kisaki did catch onto your worry and he told you not to worry. he had told you osanai was his friend. he had told you osanai needed some help with homework. he had told you him and osanai needed to finish a last-minute project. excuses, excuses and more excuses.

✮ now the only dates you even get are the spur-of-the-moment ones which you force him to go on. even then, he leaves early, leaving more and more cash on the table each time to cover the bill.

✮ and then came hanma. you remembered that man's name the first time you heard it. you hated the way he looked at you. he had this look as if to tell you he knew so much more than you. like he knew something you didn't. not to mention his laugh whenever you left the room. your room. they would talk and discuss whatever teenagers talk about in your room, food crumbs on your bed left by the new boy.

✮ your boyfriend and his new replacement for osanai even used kisaki's room. you know this from kisaki telling you randomly, as if to diffuse your anger after a long day. but then hanma said he liked the vibe of yours so they used it more. you had a feeling he was just making up excuses so he could get a mini maid, you.

✮ you were afraid of the new replacement of osanai. you don’t even think kisaki remembers him, which pisses you off more than you’d like to admit because he spent more time with him than you.

✮ hanma got under your skin in more ways than one. he never got mad at you, never even raising a hand to hit you. it was that look he gave you that made you hate him so much, not the amount of time he spent with your boyfriend.

✮ when you yelled at the tall boy for smoking in your room, he laughed and told you not to worry about it so much because he did it out the window. you were on the verge of shoving him out the window if he kept up being himself.

✮ but the reason you probably hated hanma so much was that you had more of a relationship with him than the boy you were in a relationship with.

✮ now, you remember those dates kisaki left you for with osanai? now he was leaving with hanma every time he apologized quicker and quicker. each time he left, he would leave a wad of cash greater and greater than the last. you didn’t want to question the money; it was his life after all. it also would mostly cover the tab and sometimes leave you some extra money. one of these times you had enough left over to buy him a present, and with your anniversary coming up, you wanted to buy him something- it was his money after all.

✮ you liked the present having thought about it for a while now. you had decided on a mini pig phone charm, remembering how they were one of the smartest animals in that one documentary you watched a few years ago. you also remembered he didn’t like dumb people, something he brought up when you asked what the amount of money the tip would be. it was the perfect anniversary gift! so perfect in fact you bought a matching one so you could even remember you had a boyfriend!

✮ and a week after your anniversary when you walked into your room, you saw hanma sitting on your bed, looking at his phone while something played in the background. that little pig charm was dangling from his phone, almost taunting you. even that stupid pig was giving you the pitting look hanma would always give you, only this time hanma had a smile on his face watching as your eyes followed the animal sway side to side. side to side on your boyfriends best friends phone.

✮ when you ran to the bathroom to call hina, kisaki was knocking on the door a few minutes after you burst out of your own room. he sounded so… dissatisfied. so unfazed. like he was forced to do it, but you knew better than to believe it was hanma who did it. could it be? your boyfriend was actually trying to care for you? did he actually appreciate all that time you spent trying to love and care for him? did he love your date ideas? did he love you?

✮ no.

✮ no.

✮ no.

“can you stop crying? it’s annoying and i can’t focus.”

✮ tetta kisaki must die.

you slam opened the door to his face, watching as he stumbled back into the wall, paying no attention to the prying eyes and ears of hanma from down the hall. “shut up! just shut up already! why is it the one time i need you to not talk you finally open your mouth?! you’re always so quiet around me! i’m the person you're supposed to open up around, and you don't! the one time you should say something- anything nice to cheer me up, you tell me I'm annoying!”

“are you… breaking up with me?”

“what else do you expect?! i can’t call you by your first name! i get you something for our anniversary and you give it to your best friend! you never spend any time with me! you only want to spend time with hina, who has a boyfriend! i mean seriously, what’s wrong with you? have you just liked her this whole time!?” and with hanma's annoying laugh, it was solidified. he never even liked you in the first place. hanma knew. osanai probably knew. everyone knew but you.

“i hope you and hanma have a great life together kisaki.” you finally try and relax, keeping a steady breath looking down on your ex-boyfriend. “now get out. now.”

Saw your adorable Barbie background for your blog, and I had to share some cursed brain rot I had related to Barbie!

Rothbart from Barbie: Swan Lake, is a legitimate good father. Sure he had his moment where he left Odile as a pig, but the fact that he was about to try and end Odette and Daniel, but came to Odile when he heard her scream when she was being sprayed by skunks is still such a win for him!

So since your requests are open…yan hcs for Rothbart? When he younger of course…cause I was always so bummed his wife was never in the picture. I know this is so cursed…

i’ve actually never watched barbie swan lake so i made the stupid decision of skipping to the parts the bird man was in. idk why i did that. i was so confused. bro really saw barbie in a forest, arched his back, threw some magical beam at her through a ring, turned her into a swan, didn't elaborate and flew away.

we're not going to talk about how i thought his daughter was his wife at first. i was about to come for you if you were simping over a married man in low qual 00s barbie 😭 him as a human in that ball scene tho- i listen to whatever doja says

anyway, here it is. love anything cursed i eat it up.

✮ft: yan!rothbart / yan!prince

yan!prince rothbart who almost immediately took a dislike to you, his personal maid, personal servant, his own little retainer, and any other words that can fit that category. he hated the way you looked at him, so naive, as if you truly believed that he could rule over this forest, as if you truly believed he would be picked over his cousin. it was truly pathetic.

yan!prince rothbart who would study day in and out until the sun rose and fell into those trees, all the while you were there for every minute of it. need a new book or for you to return one that’s all the way in the back of the library just so your annoying presence is gone? of course, you’ll do it! it’s what the future king wants, isn't it?

yan!prince rothbart who hears the kitchen staff talking rather rudely about him after you take too long to fetch him some bread to eat. they weren't wrong speaking about how he just wants to rule the forest, but they would do the same. he wanted to wait until it died down until you finally spoke up to cut them off.

“prince rothbart isn't anything like that! he’s kind and studies more than any of you would! he would be a better ruler than any of you!”

yan!prince rothbart who maybe slowly starts to relish in your presence. you were one of, if not the first, to be on his side and want him to become king. after everything he’s put you through, you still want him as king. it was so dimwitted and simple. you were so dimwitted and simple. then why did you always make him seem so much lighter?

yan!prince rothbart who is still agitated how you followed him around like a lost duck everywhere he went. how you didn't understand anything about the land or policies, laws, politics, but it almost became therapeutic to him; his own little escape.

yan!prince rothbart who found himself slipping from his studies to escape with you. running away to the forest for a small picnic by the river, your laugh so elegant as animals would run to you and away from you. your teasing words as he pretended not to care if a hedgehog almost chopped off his finger echoed in his ears like a symphony.

yan!prince rothbart who wanted to spend more and more time with you. that is your job, after all. you should be more than willing to devote more time to him, whether it be sneaking off to help him find some berries or leaves or just a way to escape classes or studies.

yan!prince rothbart who decides that he should give something back to you after all these years of being by his side. specially brewed tea mixed with the finest wild honey and a scrumptious grayanotoxin. you would never need to be knowledgeable about the mad honey disease, as the common people called it. you’re just sick is all! the doctors can check, even if they find nothing.

yan!prince rothbart who has moved some of his studies to your cramped room. you don't want him in here? you don't want him to catch your little fever? he should be studying? oh, but he is studying. you're just here to keep him in high spirits! after all, it is so funny when you ask him what something means. just how could you not know what hunting laws indicate as a servant?

yandere!prince rothbart who is always the only one to serve you your favorite honey tea. it’s just so yummy, making you feel better! it’s not as if he’s the one holding you hostage in this bed with it! no, never!

yan!prince rothbart who once he is of age finally hears of who will be king or queen, finally snapping at you. everything imaginable is thrown at your cowering body. a teacup holding scalding tea goes first, shattering behind you, tea imprinting on the wall as a loud crash is heard.

“this is all your fault! if i had studied more and not spent so much time with you! you pathetic dumb little pauper! i should be king!”

yan!prince rothbart who hurried over to your twin-size bed, sitting down next to you, dipping the bed, cradling your weak frame in his arms. Whispers of sweet nothings resonated in your ear as he stroked your arm up and down. You’re always there; why should he not repay you by ruling over him? If you want to or not, of course, isn't up to you. If it ever was, it would never even be a question but a fact; that answer being no.

“my dear [y/n], this land no longer needs us. for now, be with me. stay by my side until i- no, we shall rule this forest.”

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝓲𝐬𝐭.

˚⋆𓇼˚ 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 ⁺｡°

Yan!Slasher headcanons

Yan!Slasher headcanons pt.2 

Yan!Buc-ee's worker headcanons

˚⋆𓇼˚ 𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 ⁺｡°

Kisaki dating you just to be closer to Hina

˚⋆𓇼˚ 𝐱𝐨, 𝐤𝓲𝐭𝐭𝐲 ⁺｡°

Min Ho [request 1]

Min Ho [request 2]

The Summer I Turned Pretty [request 3]

𝓜𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓜𝓮𝓷𝓾

Hiiii!! I heard your request r open but I wanted to know if you have any boundaries or rules! Ik you’re probably busy right now so take all the time you need!!╭*(๑˘ᴗ˘๑)*╮

hi!! ty for asking! i currently don't have any real boundaries for this blog. it's just a way for me to try and help my writing skills and imagination before they die.

if i had to think i wouldn’t write:

furry or full-on animal. maybe a hybrid type situation but nothing solely animal

self-harm

racism

nsfw at the moment, but i can write something spicy or suggestive

ex-husband. (ex-boyfriend or girlfriend are fine)

romantic situations involving children

anything else is probably fair game. get as weird as you want.

𝓈𝒾𝓍𝒾è𝓂𝑒 𝒿𝑜𝓊𝓇. 𝓈𝓃𝑜𝓌𝓂𝒶𝓃.

✿ summary: getting kalim away from jamil for a minute to let him try out snow for the first time wasn't that easy but still the most fun you’ve had in a while

✿ ft: kalim al asim

you didn't know exactly how you met kalim. it was your first year at night raven, and he just randomly appeared. it just sort of happened. first year and first year.

but whenever you were with him, all your worries and anxiety drifted away. his cheerfulness and kind personality were nothing like you’d seen before. it was so different from everyone else at nrc. it was like he should’ve gone to rsa.

“i’ll take care of him, jamil! don’t worry your pretty head off!” he was frozen, with a look you rarely get to see from his stoic features. his face, however, was something you wanted to take a picture of. his jaw dropped, small irises, brows raised higher than the empire state building.

but you had to book it down the hall with the white-haired male before jamil chased after you both. the cry of crewel telling him off for ‘using the bathroom’ made you want to snicker, but you had something more important on your mind.

you always wanted to repay kalim. he was the first person to make you feel something at this school. it was a little of an exaggeration. you did feel stress, anxiety, pity, fear, all these emotions. but he was the only one to make you feel something different. something light and airy. something that didn't want to make you drown your head in a bog of muddy water.

the idea of repaying him came to you when he told you he’s never seen snow before.

“never?”

“never!” he sounded happy, it was strange. he always kept a smile on his face no matter what. it scared you at first, how he always was so… upbeat. you thought he was lying, going to backstab you. but no. he was just a nice person. it was unusual. “we don’t have snow in the scalding sands.”

so you made sure to try and track the weather, even asking the strange upperclassmen with a blonde bob. you had heard he was good at that sort of thing, so you asked him every week. he did get a little more than agitated when it was so hot you were practically sweating through your shirt. “abruti, do you truly think it is going to snow in this weather?” you avoided him for a month after that.

but he did warn you after a while that it seemed like it was going to snow. so you waited and waited for that snow to fall onto the lush grass. for the window panel to glaze over, and with a finger draw small designs onto the see-through surface. for the clouds to look heavier than usual. for the voices to echo in the halls more than usual.

and once the snow reached the tops of your shoes, you ran to find him. he didn't have a class right now, so you did what any sane friend would do. pull him out, cover his eyes, and run for it.

“ok, you can open your eyes now.” you had placed your hands over his eyes, standing behind him, bringing him to the woods behind the campus so you could feel that chill and nip of the air and to have some privacy. you released your hands, moving them to your side, admittedly regretting not putting them on his shoulders.

he looked like a child, eyes bright and wide, taking everything in. “[y/n]! thank you!” he turned to hug you, arms wrapping around your uniform and body hugging you tight. you wished you could stay like this forever, stop time and just stay in this moment. your nose was smudged into his shoulder, letting you embarrassingly take in a small sniff of his cologne. it all happened in one second before he was running towards the snow, but you grabbed his hand before he could go any further.

“wait! you need these. i don’t know what jamil would do to me if your fingers fell off.” you handed him a pair of mittens, mittens that matched your own, the ones you were currently wearing. a subtle detail he did notice.

“we’re matching!” he slipped on the gloves with a tongue poking out of his lips and grabbed your own, sliding his hand into yours and squeezing. the feeling made you silently wish you both didn’t have that fabric shielding your skin. “they’re so cute! thank you!” and just like that your face got hot.

he dropped your hand and ran towards a large pile of snow, belly flopping into it with loud giggles. “you have to join me!” he yelled towards you, turning over with the snow perfectly reflecting the light onto his face.

“i’ll just stay and watch. it’s fine, honestly.” but he was determined and got up, a serious face you’ve never seen on him. he almost looked… mad?

“i won’t let my friend just sit and watch.” for the second time today, he grabbed your hand and pushed you into his body, falling backward so you would land on him.

“kalim?!” with a scream you fell into his chest, hitting the snow. the layer of snow was high and fluffy, but still, he could have landed on a rock. what if jamil came after you? what if kalim’s whole family came after you? what if-

“what’s with that face?” he laughed at how distressed you looked, reaching up to cup your face and push a piece of hair behind your ear. “you should live in the moment.”

“right…”

“i will live in the moment!” he reached to grab your cheeks, smooshing them together with a determined look on his face.

“huh?”

“i will live in the moment!” he repeated.

“i will live in the moment?”

“i will live in the moment!”

“i will live in the moment-!”

“i will live in the moment-!”

finally, enthusiasm from him rubbed off on you letting you laugh, and he released your cheeks.

“what do you want to do?” he asked, still beneath you looking as excited as ever.

“a snowman.” you told him, some of his enthusiasm rubbing off on you.

“a man made out of snow? what type of magic is that?”

“there’s no magic involved,” you laughed, getting up and giving him a hand. “it’s just three large balls of snow on top of each other.”

he looked more excited than ever, following you like a puppy as you moved to a random patch of snow. “so you would,” you bend down and start smoosh the snow together, “push them together to get a ball.”

he watched you with his full attention, eyes scanning every movement you made until you finally finished with a semi-large ball of snow reaching below your knees. when you turned to look at him, he got on his knees and repeated your movements making the snowball smaller than yours, “like this?” he asked, packing some more ice onto the ball as an added glue formula.

“you’re a natural!” you smiled, seeing his face light up brighter than Christmas lights. “we just need one more now.”

“mm!” he got up to slot himself behind you, arms cradling yours until he reached your hands and grabbed them with his own. “we both made one so we should make the last one together!”

he helped you shape and form the ball, patting and cotting areas so it wouldn't collapse. finally, you placed the head onto the body, and he paused momentarily before pulling away.

“wait here,” you told him before rushing to grab two branches and coming back. you inserted them onto the sides and took a step back. “it usually needs more like a hat, but we don’t have any of that right now.”

“huh?” he asked, confused. “we have a hat.”

“what?” you turned more than a little confused before seeing where he was pointing. a purple hat with a feather attached was placed in the snow next to a large tree. how did it appear there? there weren't any footprints. “that works, i guess.”

finally, you had your snowman. it was leaning to its right, almost falling down, with the lavish hat that almost looked identical to the one the man who helped you wore.

“do you like it?”

“of course i do! it was practice for our future kids!”

“what-?”

Bro…the Rothbart request…🙃

If you want to write something really cursed…you should do a yandere parasite from the anime/manga, Parasyte. Imagine gettin fucked by Migi…👁️🫦👁️. Not bad considerin all the shapes he can turn into…🙈

P.s. Ya need to watch more Barbie, babe! Even a more cursed man part of the Barbieverse is, Fungus Maximus. He’s from the Barbie Fairytopia Trilogy…and he’s somethin…A absolute simp for Laverna. Imagine fuckin that too💅🏻 Maybe he was a subconscious start to my mild ugly bastard kink…

So like do them both if you dare? You wanted cursed…here’s your cursed meal. Eat up 😉

okay, if migi was down for it, i'd be too. for research, of course 🤗, as if i would ever want to do that. psh- no, never…

i need to watch all the barbie movies one day. but fungus maximus- i had a crush on george washington growing up, so you can't get any worse than that. 

ALSO, LAVERNA?! i bet a million dollars i would accidentally chop off my right leg looking at her and not even notice. i’d tattoo her face on the remaining leg. 

one day i'm definitely writing this. i’ll keep it in a folder and pray no one ever opens it.

join the ugly bastard cult. we need new members.

if i become one of the most cursed authors on this site one day, i'm down.