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yesyourstalker · 8 months

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Taka: BOO

Neta: *gasp* COD fuck! takaaaaaaa! Mmmmmmm hey, You scared the shit out of me haha. Don't. fucking. do. that.

Taka: You know you're so cute when you're startled

Neta: yeah.... I get scared easily. What are you doing? in my store..... while I'm trying to close.

Taka: Oh you know I just I just came here to look around and stuff. One of my piano strings isn't working so........ Why not visit this lovely store and see if they have anything to offer me and maybe chat with the store owner for a bit. Maybe catch up from where we last left off

Neta: well, unfortunately we're closed and we don't have anything piano related besides a keyboard so you know you might need to go to a different store, maybe online get on your computer in your own home.

Taka: You play hard to get. I see that and I respect that but I'm just going to lay it down on the table. I think we have something

Neta: oh no no no we're not doing this

Taka: I was never really into the base player. You know they tend to be wallflowers and always so melodramatic

Neta: cod fuck off

Taka: but you......You're different....... What does your knuckle say 'back line' I'd love to know the history behind that tattoo

Neta: I was a backliner. Don't touch me

Taka: You're so bold. You're confident you're so extroverted but so down to earth you intrigue me. I want to know more about you

Neta: you don't

Taka: Your interests your passions, your goals what makes you tick. who is Neta Vern's . I want to see you again

Neta: no

Taka: Maybe make this a normal thing you and I. This could be love that I'm feeling.

Neta: ...................................................................If you knew the things that I've done, The things that I've seen and the environment that I came from you wouldn't be in here. Matter of fact you wouldn't even look at me the same way....... the Neta that you saw in that bar was just drunk and bored. And I guarantee that you would not love me if you truly knew me. You would be forced to love every part of me including the broken and ugly parts. Daddy issues, night terrors, flash backs, prolonged grief so much shit! I know the minute I have a panic attack or an episode you're out of the fucking door! The second I start feeling survivor's guilt and is unable to get out of bed are you still going to love me? When I can't eat without being fed are you going to still love me then? When I'm unable to take care of myself ?when I start smelling like sweat and pee because I stopped showering and catatonic?!?! You still going to think I'm intriguing when my beak is fucking yellow cuz I haven't brushed it in weeks!!? huh!? Are you going to drive my daughter to her mom's house for a while because her dad is suddenly scared to go outside the house and provide for her!!? When I have to be physically dragged out of my house to a hospital because I became a danger to others and myself!!??! Are you going to stay?!! Are you going to love than!?? Are you still going to see this confident extroverted fun-loving fuck you made up in your head?!? Are you still going to see that person?!!!

Taka: h-

Neta: you don't need to answer that because I already know the answer. You're not. You're not going to love me! You're never going to love me! and you're not able to love me! Why the fuck would I believe someone like you would!?! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY STORE!

Mhai: ...................hey boss.......you ok? You seem to be really upset right now.

Neta: yeah! I'm fine heh.....*Sniff* yeah uh... wow! Heh that was a lot. *Sniff*..... I'm sorry you had to witness that... and hear that. Cod some of that was embarrassing. why did I say that? ...*sniff*...I don't even know where that came from. *Sigh* I'm gonna........ I'm gonna go smoke in bathroom maybe call my therapist. I'll come back when I stop shaking....... hehehe *sniff* Cod he's such a pretentious piece of of shit. I don't even know how he did that he just triggered something I don't know what.

Mahi: do you want me to fist fight him in the parking lot?

Neta: You're just asking me that so you can have an excuse to do it.

Mahi belongs to @fish-at-fish-fish-resort

#wow he is not ok #but yeah no neta has gone through a lot of relationships and not a lot lasted so love is a strong word #he hates it when it's used so loosely #after squid squad he hit the lowest point of his life.....so far #He likes to keep himself busy to distract himself from his thoughts and inner feelings of guilt and loss #ikkan is one of the rare ones who stayed when shit really hit the fan which is why he's so ride or die for him #He's mentally stable at the moment. he's just very emotional and sensitive to certain subjects #they did fight in the parking lot #he only smokes when he's really upset #I watched the death of evangelion so now I'm writing more sad shit. I deleted most of it but now I'm back at it again #I'll write something funny later maybe neta bugging mhai about mizole

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cryptidpiss · 2 years

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don't worry about forgetting your drinks, as long as you're trying that's perfect. besides, i'll make sure you catch up on any hydration.

so what's an ideal full bladder session look like to you? what kind of stuff would you like to try while i'm using your bladder as a plaything? are there any pet names you like being called, in terms of humiliation vs praise? you don't have to spell it all out now, you can take some time to think about it and tell me when you get the chance. no promises, of course, i might decide to be extra mean to your bladder just for fun, but i'd like an idea of your limits, too.

i like for things to end with a wetting shdjdkybk i just hold it and hold it until i can’t hold it any longer ..,, i just like the feeling of a full bladder and pushing myself as much as possible i think either begging to pee and being told no until i wet myself or having to earn permission to pee somehow thats the ideal to me……………. i wanna be leaking before i can pee i wanna start leaking and keep trying to hold it and be a good boy………… maybe they decide to be nice and decide i’ve done a good enough job waiting for permission and allow me to pee……. maybe they just tell me no until i lose control and then i get scolded…… but i only wanna get lightly scolded im too sensitive for actual degradation 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 like the kind of teasing that’s sweet but condescending……..

i like to be called a good boy…… and pet :3 i dunno about any other pet names i haven’t thought about it or really been called pet names before . the only thing i can be sure i would dislike is anything that’s infantilizing like baby boy or something cuz i cant do ageplay stuff.. anything that starts sounding like ageplay starts making me uncomfortable ……..

and i love being teased i love getting teased for being needy or desperate or for enjoying being made to do embarrassing things like beg. you don’t even have to tell me to beg though i’ll beg anyway. and… hmm.. how do i describe it.. i like the kind of humiliation where someone makes you admit to enjoying the things theyre teasing you about or like describe things like ummm describe how much you want to touch yourself or something like that except that one im still working on cuz i think it’s hot but then i get so embarrassed i cant even do it. attempting to type out all of this is sooo embarrassing but i like it but its so hArd 😭😭😭😭😭😭 communication kink except when you actually try to say what you want you die of embarrassment

you can be however mean you want though…………. i like the thought of someone being really mean to my poor bladder………. i think the only limits are really like………. i can’t do stuff around other people cuz that makes me feel awkward embarrassed instead of sexy embarrassed. i dont particularly enjoy the do exercises challenges because im lazy and dont wanna do jumping jacks (stretching is ok though but im just like look ive got no muscle ok i cant do a bunch of crunches) and tragically i cant have caffeine cuz my meds (hashtag chronic illness) (although someone told me i should get dandelion tea cuz it doesn’t have caffeine and is a diuretic? but i havent gotten any yet 🤨) oh yeah and i don’t like infantilizing stuff as mentioned earlier i cannot do ageplay 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 but ummm thats about it you can be as mean as you want if i beg and plead and say i can’t hold it you can ignore me and tell me to keep holding it anyway :P unless i literally cant hold it and piss myself. cant really unpiss myself once ive pissed myself. sorry now im just being silly. oh yeah and punishments are also welcome. also stuff like edging and asking permission to cum is allowed thats just up to the other person cuz i know for others omo is like differing levels of sexualness? idk but for me if i have to pee i will have a boner and whoever else can decide if they want to do something with that information depending on their level of comfort idc. and also i like addressing people formally cuz it makes me feel more subby like you know sir or maam or some other gender neural title (usually i would say boss as the gender neutral title but one of my anons is boss now in my mind im like boss is a name now) but thats also up to the other person cuz not everybody likes that so it’s not required (i dont even like being addressed with a title in regular everyday life so i get it) but ok i think thats it i think that’s all

oh wait i also live with people so im kind of limited to wetting in the tub cuz of cleanup and stuff ok NOW thats all

#sorry this is so long i didnt anticipate typing so much #also hopefully this makes sense i didnt notice my brain was being foggy until i was almost done typing #also i am eyeing the discord server u posted but i have to join later #once my brain clears up enough to interact with more than one person at the same time 😔#moth chatters

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diaperedfairyboi · 6 months

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I always wonder just how many of us there are. ABDLs. Cause I bet by now somebody has noticed my diaper in public and thought it was hot. I try not to be obvious about it. Because modesty and basic decency and social contract theory and boring grown-up stuff like that. But I wear really thick adult baby diapers, sometimes with two or more stuffers. And I crinkle. And I smell like pee or worse sometimes. There's definitely been times where my diaper becomes so swollen that it looks obvious even under a baggy pair of jeans or sweatpants. And I've spent two summers wearing cute shorts over my thick diapers. I just bet at some point somebody noticed my diaper and thought it was cute.

God, I just remembered something embarrassing. Before I had committed to diapers full time, I wet the bed a lot. Especially when I was drinking. So one night I got drunk af and woke up in a puddle. Then, I was either late for work or was just being lazy about cleaning myself up because I was hungover. Whatever the reason, I went to work without showering or wiping the pee off of me.

Things were fine, as far as I could tell. Until at one point, one of my coworkers commented, "did one of you guys pee yourself? It smells like somebody peed themself." I blushed pretty hard but thankfully nobody looked at me.

Thing is, people have different noses. That coworker happened to be preggers. Fun fact: the higher hormone levels during pregnancy can give women a stronger sense of smell.

She was the only one to comment. But that and other incidents sure make it kind of obvious that I'm just a kiddo with potty problems. 😏

And that was my life before 24/7 diapers, lol. When I was mostly a big boy. Except for wetting the bed sometimes. And going around smelling like I peed myself. And peeing myself.

I'm so lucky. I know I'm not a 10/10 but I'm cute. I just know it'd be so much harder to accept being like this if I didn't look young and pretty. I got it from my mom. Today was her birthday actually. She's eating cake and ice cream in heaven.

I wonder if anybody ever reads more than a word of these posts. I mean, I probably would if I was bored. But I'm weird and don't have a life.

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thorntonkrell-blog-blog · 9 months

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I don't know exactly how old I was but whatever it was it was too young for a city boy to be visiting a dairy farm. I remember that I was with my friend Rizzo but I've suppressed where it was and why we were going. I had a romantic idea of a "farm" and an even more romantic idea of "cows".

I remember the feeling of excitement tinged with nervousness that accompanied my journey to the dairy farm. I was a city boy through and through, and the idea of immersing myself in the world of sprawling fields and gentle animals was both exhilarating and foreign to me. My partner in this adventure was my friend Rizzo, whose easygoing nature and comparative familiarity with rural life made him the perfect guide. Rizz was older and had already taught me how to take the bus downtown when I accompanied him on his trips to the dentist. I trusted Rizz.T

As we approached the farm, my imagination conjured images of idyllic pastures, cows grazing leisurely in the sunlight, and the soothing sounds of nature intertwining with the farm's heartbeat. The reality, however, was a bit different from the picturesque scenes I had woven in my mind. The farm, though undeniably charming in its rustic way, carried with it an earthy scent that I wasn't accustomed to—a blend of hay, soil, and, yes, the unmistakable presence of cows.

To me the place stunk.

And there they were, the very beings that had captured my youthful imagination—cows. They stood in the fields, large and seemingly content, their bovine presence both awe-inspiring and intimidating. My heart raced as I realized that these creatures were far from the animated, friendly characters I had seen in cartoons. Their sheer size and the way they moved with deliberate grace set off a cascade of uncertainty within me.

Rizzo, sensing my mixture of fascination and anxiety, chuckled and offered words of reassurance. "They're just cows, buddy," he said with a warm smile. "Come on, let's get closer."

With hesitant steps, I followed Rizzo towards the cows. Each step seemed to bring me closer to the heart of my own unease. The rhythmic munching of grass, the occasional flick of a tail, and the deep, soulful eyes that regarded me curiously—it was as if the cows could sense my internal freak out.

And then, the horror; the horror.

We went into the milking area.

There they were, what seemed like thousands of cows hooked up to milking machines. The cows were mooing and shitting and peeing. They looked stupid to me.

We were about ten steps into the area when I realized that this was a place that I didn't want to be and there was no escape. I had to make it through the barn to keep up with everybody else. I could see the exit door about a million miles away and past a thousand mooing, shitting, pissing, stinking, stupid cows whose udders were hooked up to some kind of machine.

Rizz could sense my discomfort. He tried to calm me down. I pretended to be calm.

And then it happened. One of the cows, perhaps startled by a passing breeze or a hidden creature, turned sharply, looked me in the eye and let out a low, resonating moo. The chaos of the scene was amplified, and my heart raced faster than ever before. I felt a mixture of embarrassment and vulnerability, as if the cows could perceive my disgust with them.

The innocence of my childhood perception clashed with the raw reality around me, leaving me with a newfound horror for these creatures and a flicker of what I now recognize as the early seeds of "bovineaphobia."

This fear was matched by another intense fear. I was afraid that I might throw up.

Throwing up even in a private was a fearful phenomena. Throwing up in public with a group of kids in a barn was too humiliating to grasp but there it was, for the first time in my life....I threw up a little in my mouth.

I tried to keep my cool. I left Rizzo behind. I got to the front of the group and tried to give the impression that I had to pee.

I swallowed and burped after a journey of many miles, I reached the exit and stepped outside to the comparatively fresh air.

Nobody knew except for me.

And now y'all.

In that moment, a transformation occurred within me. The cows that I had regarded with starry-eyed wonder now carried an air of unpredictability, a reminder that nature was both breathtakingly beautiful and inherently untamed. The innocence of my childhood perception clashed with the raw reality before me, leaving me with a newfound respect for these creatures and a flicker of what I now recognize as the early seeds of "bovineaphobia."

Little did I know that this experience would be the catalyst for a journey that would involve confronting my fears, gaining a deeper understanding of these gentle giants, and eventually finding a balance between my romanticized ideals and the authentic essence of rural life. But that, my friend, is a story for another time—a story of personal growth and the triumph of curiosity over fear.

For now, as I reflect on that fateful day, I'm reminded that every encounter, no matter how unexpected or disconcerting, has the power to shape us in ways we could never anticipate. The dairy farm may have triggered my mild case of bovineaphobia, but it also ignited a curiosity that would drive me to conquer my fears and embark on a journey of self-discovery.

And so, my tale of youthful naivety, unexpected mooing, and the emergence of bovineaphobia begins, a chapter of my life woven into the fabric of memory—one that I now share with you, a fellow traveler on this unpredictable journey called life.

Continuing.....I don't know exactly how old I was, but I do remember the feeling of excitement tinged with nervousness that accompanied my journey to the dairy farm. I was a city boy through and through, and the idea of immersing myself in the world of sprawling fields and gentle animals was both exhilarating and foreign to me. My partner in this adventure was my friend Rizzo, whose easygoing nature and familiarity with rural life made him the perfect guide. The details of why we embarked on this journey and the farm's precise location have faded into the recesses of memory, but what remains vivid is the enchanting aura that surrounded my romantic notions of farms and, especially, cows. As we approached the farm, my imagination conjured images of idyllic pastures, cows grazing leisurely in the sunlight, and the soothing sounds of nature intertwining with the farm's heartbeat. The reality, however, was a bit different from the picturesque scenes I had woven in my mind. The farm, though undeniably charming in its rustic way, carried with it an earthy scent that I wasn't accustomed to—a blend of hay, soil, and, yes, the unmistakable presence of cows. And there they were, the very beings that had captured my youthful imagination—cows. They stood in the fields, large and seemingly content, their bovine presence both awe-inspiring and intimidating. My heart raced as I realized that these creatures were far from the animated, friendly characters I had seen in cartoons. Their sheer size and the way they moved with deliberate grace set off a cascade of uncertainty within me. Rizzo, sensing my mixture of fascination and anxiety, chuckled and offered words of reassurance. "They're just cows, buddy," he said with a warm smile. "Come on, let's get closer." With hesitant steps, I followed Rizzo towards the cows. Each step seemed to bring me closer to the heart of my own unease. The rhythmic munching of grass, the occasional flick of a tail, and the deep, soulful eyes that regarded me curiously—it was as if the cows could sense my internal struggle. And then it happened—a sudden noise, a rustle in the bushes nearby. In an instant, my romanticized vision shattered. One of the cows, perhaps startled by a passing breeze or a hidden creature, turned sharply and let out a low, resonating moo. The tranquility of the scene was disrupted, and my heart raced faster than ever before. I felt a mixture of embarrassment and vulnerability, as if the cows could perceive my unease. ChatGPT

In that split second, a symphony of emotions played out within me—a complex harmony of wonder, fear, and a tinge of humiliation. It was as though the cow's resonant moo had pierced through not just the tranquil air but also the delicate veil of my idealized notions.

Rizzo's chuckle, now tinged with empathy, cut through the tension. "Guess they're just saying hello," he quipped, his attempt to lighten the mood bringing a hint of a smile to my lips.

As we stood there, my gaze locked with the cow's deep, inquisitive eyes. I couldn't help but admire the way its powerful form exuded a quiet strength, a blend of the untamed and the serene. Yet, that very serenity was what had startled me—how could something so large and majestic produce a sound so unexpected and startling?

As the initial shock subsided, a sense of introspection settled in. The encounter with the mooing cow had uncovered a reality I hadn't prepared for—a reality where nature was unscripted and often carried a sense of unpredictability. It was a pivotal moment, a crossing from the realm of imagination into the territory of authentic experience.

Rizzo's hand on my shoulder brought me back to the present moment. "It's all right, mate," he said gently. "It's just their way of saying they're here. They're as curious about us as we are about them."

His words resonated with a truth that eased my unease. The cows, like me, were simply navigating their world, their behaviors guided by instincts and impulses. The initial shock of the moo began to transform into a sense of camaraderie—two species, both products of nature, sharing a moment of connection and mutual curiosity.

As we lingered by the fence, my eyes wandered to another cow that had been grazing at a distance. It looked up, its gaze meeting mine with a calm intensity. This time, when its tail swished lazily and it let out a soft, contented sigh, I felt a flicker of understanding. The world of cows, I realized, was not devoid of charm; rather, it was a harmonious blend of the serene and the unpredictable.

In that realization, my mild case of bovineaphobia found its first glimmer of resolution. The fear that had momentarily gripped me was now transforming into a fascination—an acknowledgment that these creatures, like any living beings, carried within them the capacity to surprise and to connect.

As Rizzo and I turned to leave the farm, a final moo echoed in the distance. This time, it was met with a wistful smile from me. The cows, once the subjects of my romanticized daydreams and now the catalysts of my awakening, had left an indelible mark on my perceptions. I may have been a city boy out of his element, but that day, amidst the mooing and the grassy fields, I discovered a truth that transcended my fears—an understanding that the heart of nature's beauty lay not just in its serenity, but also in its unpredictable, authentic song.

And so, as the scent of hay and soil mingled in the air, I walked away from the farm, a city boy forever changed by an encounter with cows that had taught me to embrace both the tranquil and the unexpected in the tapestry of life.

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gurophism · 1 year

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i have hard times understanding my own feelings and people emotions, which usually leads me to being called cold-blooded or not empathetic. i don't identify as that since sometimes i want to help but don't know what to do or what to say even though i am worried. you should not apologize for being self-deprecating, i know you can't control it, but you are not this terribly boring person you say you are. definetly not. i sent a message to you because of your unique way of being. i enjoy the silence, and i would be delighted to be in silence with you. i watched the movie Kairo (2001). really liked it, being trapped in your decadent mind and not being able to escape from your own loneliness is such a relatable feeling. also, the colors are really pretty, i love japanese movies. would you like to meet a ghost? jokes aside, i also liked the thing you wrote about finding love and a partner. there are many types of love in this world, and they are so different from each other. i see people making a huge confusion when the topic is love and it shatters my soul every time. people are so desperate to find one type of love that they end up hurting themselves. love should not be forced, it appears at the most unusual circumstances. not that i can deeply talk about it, since my own vision of what is love is uncanny.

have you had any weird dream tonight? if so, tell me about it. i also hope you are ok, C.

sincerely, V.

I didn’t say I know how to help either lolol.. I just have the feeling but most of the time I don’t say anything because I feel afraid i’ll just make the situation worse, I’m the type of person that doesn’t know how to comfort someone, I try to tell ways that could make the situation better but I know people don’t look for that so they end up getting mad with me. But I do care, just have a hard time comforting others. I also love japanese movies!! They have such good cinematography I love it so much, if you have any recommendations I would love to hear it. About meeting a ghost… mm definitely. Haha I don’t know, maybe we could even be friends since I feel like ghosts are probably lonely creatures. Also I agree, it’s not easy to come to think this way, I already did the same thing because I used to think that love maybe was the only thing that could fix me, but would end with myself just getting confused and distant because honestly my views of love are not the best. So I would end up hurting myself, I started to change the perspective because I was realizing that putting myself in situations only because I was looking love was making me unhappy, I was not satisfied with myself or the love I would give to others. So now I feel that it’s good I’m thinking this way because I can focus more on myself and not think about it, if one day I find love I want it to come to me naturally, you know? I had to change my own way of thinking because this way I won’t hurt myself or others around me, so it’s definitely for the best. Realizing that love won’t fix you or make you less lonely it’s a step you need to do so you can be free and try to move forward, so when love comes you can be satisfied with your own way of showing, doesn’t matter the type of relationship you are in. Hope that makes sense? About dreams… umm I did had one.. but it was so random and not interesting at all, I remember I was inside this mall and I needed to pee so bad and. AHH actually it’s embarrassing and not good enough to entertain anyone. If I have a good one this night, i’ll tell you. Hope you had a nice day (:

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kakiwrites · 3 years

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subtle ways he shows affection

Genre: fluff

A katsuki bakugo x reader

Synopsis: how would the intimidating bakugo show everyone how much he loves you.

a/n: hey guys! I just want to say thank you to @tetsurocking for the idea! You are such a lifesaver babe 💖without further ado, let's get started!

We all know that bakugo isn't much for PDA.

But he does like you close to him in public.

He doesn't like kissing you in front of others because it makes him look soft and he is never soft.

Instead, he would always have his arm around you, whether that be resting on your waist or resting on your shoulder, it’s a very effective way to keep flirty men at bay.

In private, he shows a side he doesn't dare show, even to his closest friends.

He becomes very, very clingy.

Like he wouldn't even let you go to the bathroom kind of clingy.

"bakugo, I am going to pee myself-"

"fuck off, I need my cuddles."

He cannot sleep without you now.

That means you have to get in bed with him by 8 because sleep-deprived bakugo isn't a pretty one.

Even though he would deny it, He would always have your favorite snacks and extra water in his bag just in case you get hungry.

He also has extra cash on him at all times just in case if you wanted to get something and forgot your wallet.

He would always scold you and tell you to pay him back but he never lets you.

If you do pay him back, you'll find the money in your pocket a few hours later.

He knows your hobbies and likes and gets you little trinkets that he knows you would love.

"just reminded me of you, alright?"

"yeah sure." you replied skeptically, causing your hot-headed boyfriend to try to defend himself out of embarrassment.

Even though bakugo comes out as a scary guy, he is an entirely different person when you're in the picture.

And that is all! Sorry if it seems rushed or anything like that, I just wanted to put something out for you guys! Requests are open so please don't be shy to send anything in my ask box! Love you guys 💖💕❤️

General taglist (don’t be shy to comment your tumblr @ below): @tokyoghoose @macaronnv @reogou @midnightangelfox @wumboho @seiijixcia

#bnha x reader #boku no hero academia #mha x reader #my hero academia #katsuki bakugo #bakugo #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x reader #kaki writes

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straydawg-writing · 3 years

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𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦.

- 𝓚. 𝙯𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙮𝙘𝙠

• hunter x hunter series

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Chapter 2–

You knew that if anyone outside of this car saw you right now, you might just pass away. To put it simply: You were sitting on Killua's lap.

All because Kite's truck only fit seven people.

The way this predicament came about would have been comical if it weren't for your burning embarrassment. Unfortunately, you could remember very clearly how it all unfolded:

"Hmm, it seems that there aren't enough seats for all eight of us, so one person will have to squish in," Kite said, opening the car door to check the seats.

"Who's the smallest one here?" Gon asked. All seven pairs of eyes turned to look at you.

Great. The benefits of never having had your growth spurt.

Killua was the one to open his mouth, snickering, "Obviously it's Y/N. She's like a midget!"

"Killua, you are literally an entire 2 ½ feet shorter than Kite over there," you defended yourself.

From a distance, you had guessed Kite was around 6'3. Once you got a closer look at him, you discovered that he towered over you like a skyscraper. Your curiosity got the best of you and naturally, you had asked him what his height was. The man was a whopping 7 foot 10.

"It's okay Y/N, you can squish with me," Gon offered.

Killua shook his head. "No way. Squishing will just make everyone uncomfortable. It's better if only one person suffers. Y/N, you can sit on my lap."

He had left no room for argument. Sighing, you knew that even if you tried, you had no say in this anymore. You would just have to suck it up for the next 4 hours.

Now you were here, sitting on him, worrying about whether you were cutting the circulation off to his legs or not. Or perhaps you were too bony and it was hurting him.

You could feel his warm breath on your neck, and it sent goosebumps across your entire body. This was beyond awkward.

"Stop it," Killua muttered, right in your ear.

Oh, you'd done it now, hadn't you? Killua was gonna push you off onto Gon instead.

"Stop what?"

"You're so stiff, just...relax," he paused, "I don't mind sitting this way."

Hearing his voice so close to you sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

Maybe this was okay.

You untensed, trying to adjust yourself to a more comfortable position, but the bumpy car ride wasn't making it very easy. Kite ran over a rock, and without a seatbelt it sent you jerking upwards. Thanks to his fast reflexes, Killua gripped your waist, holding you tightly to his body.

"The seatbelt won't reach over the both of us, but this'll keep you from flying."

"Heh, thanks Killua. I think we should reach the beach in a bit..." you said, hoping that the thought of it being over soon might offer him some relief.

It doesn't matter who it is, being this close to someone could send anyone into a frenzy. You were hyper-aware of every one of his fingers grasping onto your waist. He wasn't lying. He was keeping you right there.

You'd just have to stop thinking about it, you told yourself. Or else you'd go crazy.

Trying to relax back into Killua like he had asked, you let your mind wander to the reason you were driving in the first place. The day before, the three of you had decided to stick with Kite and help him investigate the Chimera ants. The beach you were headed to now is supposed to have a clue about where the ant queen is located, so you could bring an end to the destruction before it starts. During the car ride, you had learned they were a truly deadly species. One bite of an innocent passerby, and they had the means to bring the entire human race to extinction.

You felt like something was starting. And your intuition was rarely wrong.

Gazing at Gon who had been talking with Kite for a while now, you noticed how his eyes crinkle into little smiles whenever he talks. You knew that having Kite around, his father's best friend, surely excited him to the bone. Gon was just oozing with optimism, without even trying. You could tell that just by being himself, he was keeping the spirits up of all eight in the group, not allowing any room for doubt or fear to creep into anyone's minds.

At that moment, you swore that whatever happened, you would be there to protect Gon and Killua. Even if it costs you everything.

Hopefully, this wasn't one of your friends' last few moments of tranquility. But if it was, you were determined to spend it well.

Resting your head against Killua, you hoped that he wouldn't mind if you indulged in this for just a moment. You were tired, having not gotten much rest since completing Greed Island and meeting Kite.

It didn't take much time for you to fall asleep to the rise and fall of Killua's steady breathing and his sweet vanilla scent. If you'd been awake, you might have even heard his heartbeat racing beneath you.

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You had finally reached the beach.

Killua had nudged you awake once you'd gotten there. You remembered how his blue eyes stared back at you as he poked your face, calling you an idiot for falling asleep, and you chuckled.

There was one thing you were clueless about; Killua had made sure not to move even once the whole rest of the car ride. He was nervous that he might disturb your peacefully sleeping form.

You were still pretty groggy as you looked out at the sea, the bright sun reflecting on the ocean's surface. You wanted to wiggle your toes in the sand, but you were there for a reason. To find anything that might lead to the Queen.

You searched in bushes, behind rocks, under seashells, and even used your nen to sift through as much sand as you could. So far, the group had ruled out the forest and deemed it difficult to know if the ant even ended up on the same island. That's when they decided to release the hellhound. Well- it wasn't a hellhound. It was the little dog you played with yesterday. Along with Gon.

Gon was following behind the dog on all floors, sniffing the ground as he went.

"He can do that?" You asked no one in particular.

"His nose is as sharp as a dog's," Killua responded, watching Gon with an amused look in his eye.

A couple minutes went by with no luck. The only thing the dog had found was a tree to pee on. It looked like the ant wasn't going to be on this island, though Kite had an idea.

"It may have washed ashore somewhere else. Which direction do the currents flow here?" Kite asked the two that had brought us down to the beach. One was short with brown skin and grey hair that sprouted up like hay, while the other had large glasses and two front teeth poking out from his mouth.

"The direction is reversed between day and night. And it also changes with the seasons. I've even heard it's different on certain days. So it'll be tough to pinpoint a location..." said Chipmunk Teeth. That's what you'd call him, since you hadn't gotten his name.

So basically, no one had any idea on how to find the Chimera Ant Queen.

"Continuing to search blindly is pointless. We should return to YorkNew and see if we can find any new leads there."

You heard the group around you agreeing with Kite. He and his friends began walking back to the truck already, but you stayed put. You would catch up to them later.

The ocean reminded you of your home. You thought you should say goodbye to it first.

Ripples of water lapped gently at your feet. You always had a connection with nature. Having lived in a small village located in the middle of a jungle most of your life, the earth had become your dearest friend. One of your earliest memories was from exploring the coves back at home. You stretched out your arm across the water, and watched the liquid softly rise to your hand as you called it.

That's why you chose this nen ability. It tied you to the elements. When you fought with it, together you were one body.

"Y/N, come on! Kite's threatening to leave without you," Gon waved you over. Taking one last look at the sea, you turned away.

The sun was already setting by the time you left for the city.

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Going back to YorkNew was the right decision. Now you all knew where to look.

Kite had discovered that the possibilities of the Chimera Ant landing in NGL were the highest. Apparently, NGL was a country populated with people who wanted to get away from machine civilization and live in nature.

You loved nature too, but you thought that was a little extreme. There was a reason you had to leave your beloved jungle behind.

"There may very well be a giant swarm of Chimera Ants already hunting humans down. If that's the case, my top priority will be saving them. You must be able to protect yourselves," Kite warned us.

"And if I am the one in trouble, you should escape without me."

At that, Gon and Killua looked unsettled. But backing down now was not an option.

"Got it," you said, breaking the silence and offering a kind nod to Kite, "and until the very last moment, the three of us will have your back."

"Yeah!" The other two boys concurred.

Now, you sat with Gon and Killua on an airship to NGL. The three of you were sitting on a bench, looking out of a window that framed velvet-peach clouds displaying brilliant silver linings.

Gon was reflecting on their last conversation with Kite.

"You said that Ging had a reason for bringing me and Kite together," he rested his arms and head on the window-frame.

Killua broke his sight from the clouds and looked at Gon.

"Yeah, I did."

"You're probably right. I don't know the reason, but I can't give up halfway, no matter what's going on. Otherwise, I'll disappoint Ging... And I'd never be able to forgive myself either. So I won't run away," Gon continued, resolved with his decision.

There was a moment of silence as the three of you let his words sink in.

You admired Gon's determination, but you hated that Ging had a son risking his life just to avoid disappointing a dad he's never met.

"Man, you had this totally serious expression, so I was expecting something big. But it's just business as usual," Killua smiled.

"Huh?" Gon's mouth hung open. "I thought about this a lot, I even ran a bunch of mental simulations! And I liked what Y/N said earlier, about having Kite's back until the very end."

"Think all you want, but you'll still be Gon. If someone said to abandon them, you'd never do it," You lightly punched his shoulder.

He pouted, cradling where you hit him, and you rolled your eyes.

"Drama queen."

Gon chose to ignore that and turned back to Killua. "Then what would you do?'"

"I'm a spontaneous guy, so I'd think about it once the time comes."

"So, you'd run away?" Gon questioned.

"Depends. I can't say until it actually happens."

"Say for instance..."

Killua threw his hands up, beat, "I can't tell you what I'd do in a hypothetical situation!"

"Then, what about you Y/N?"

"Gon!" You whined.

Truth be told, you hadn't thought about what you would do. It depended like Killua said. But you did know one thing...

"I would never leave you two behind. Even if that meant I'd have to die."

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Ok, so... I think you're being unreasonable about reblogs. As a reader fic writer myself, I find it silly to hold the readers at gun point for reblogs, and you're method is flawed. I reblog this kind of work with a side blog, does that mean you'll block me if I like and reblog because they are 2 dif blogs? You'll block a poor person who has found and liked your content and didn't read your blog description? We don't get our readers from reblogs, we get it from research results. (1/2)

“ We’re in a niche area of Tumblr, people will search on their own. And not everyone is willing to have reader insert fics in their blogs, some people are embarrassed, afraid of what others would think if they reblog that, some people don't think it goes along with their blog, etc. If you were sharing parts of a book you were writing to sell, I’d get it, you’d want people to help you “sell” the book, but this… I’m sorry to say it, but it reeks of entitlement and it doesn’t sit well with me. (2/2) “

Unless your sideblog is vastly different than your main, usually I can tell. I have SEVERAL people I can tell that reblog to their sideblogs. And people can DM me or send me a private ask with their sideblog(s) so I know to keep an eye out. It’s not hard. I’m not a perfect computer- some mistakes are gonna happen, yeah, but for the most part I’m not an idiot.

As for the rest of it: poo poo pee pee cry me a fucking river.

“Not everyone is willing to have reader insert fics on their blogs” then go on Ao3. Make a sideblog dedicated to reader insert content.

Why should I write content for YOU if you aren’t going to support ME? Why should I give YOU free content on here if you aren’t going to show your support by reblogging it?

And yeah we get our readers from search results. But you’re telling me you’ve NEVER talked about another content creator because you like their content? Like a fic on Ao3 that you really like and you end up linking or name dropping for others to see? WHY is that different for tumblr-based content? WHY should I have to settle for getting 42 notes on a post and getting only 4 reblogs on it? Aka: “We see your content but we don’t care enough to reblog it so other people can see it”.

Look buddy, I don’t care if you’re trying to guilt trip me into stopping (”some poor user”). You’re gonna sit there and tell me (since I assume you’re also a writer by saying ‘we’) that seeing someone go on a giant like spree but not reblogging a SINGLE work doesn’t make you feel like shit? You watch someone spam like 20 pieces of content in a row and then leave and not leave a single reblog? Or comment? Or ANYTHING to show they actually enjoy it beyond that little glorified bookmark that they’re probably never going to look at again?

And if it doesn’t sit well with you? Well, the unfollow button is right up there my good bitch.

I can redirect people to @sinningplumpprincess‘s FANTASTIC guide on how to make a sideblog for people who think the content “doesn’t fit their blog”. I’m so sorry the writing you actively enjoy isn’t good enough for someone’s little blog.

To be frank: I don’t care. I’m not entitled for wanting SOME kind of feedback on my writing when I get almost NOTHING. A comment/reply (from followers bc of settings), a reblog, even just a simple message like hey I like your writing can do wonders.

So in closing: My blog, my rules. Shove your guilt trip up your ass. And feel free to unfollow and block ME at your leisure if you don’t like me or how I do things 👋

#asks #peach does just fine with her block system #people who actually like my content will stick around.#you notice how other people asked how the system works instead of calling me entitled?#its bc they actually care abt my choices and feelings.#go cry about it to your mother bc shes the only one who cares buddy #Anonymous

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