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Happy Valentine’s Day! I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to post something but I couldn’t not do something for killugon on a holiday like this <3

This was written for the wonderful @honeybitz! They sent me a message about a prompt a little bit ago and at the moment I couldn’t write it, but I got to it eventually! Thank you for always being so supportive of everything I write, I hope you enjoy this even though its a bit different then what you messaged me about ^^;

Modern High School AU

Word Count: 1928


“I accidentally passed you an embarrassing note that was meant for my best friend dON’T YOU DARE READ IT.”


The sound of his name was spoken with a voice Gon knew better than his own. Heart jumping up into his throat, Gon whirled around. His gaze immediately landed on his one and only best friend slowly making his way to where Gon stood just under the shade of the bleachers.

“Killua.” Gon smiled easily. Smiling was always like that around Killua- easy, simple. As if it was the most natural thing in the world for his lips to curl upwards after seeing those glittering blue eyes and the chaotic mess of white hair.

Killua, on the other hand, was not smiling. He glowered at Gon, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jeans, and said shortly, “Give it back.”

Gon made a face and Killua growled, “Gon. You promised.”

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nervousholyghost  asked:

Well, I know Mark was saying that he envisioned Damien and Celine being siblings, but knowing Mark it's kind of hard to say what is actually his cannon since he's jumbled things up in his explanation. He did say he was maybe gonna make a post about it or something? Idk

honestly i still can’t wrap my head around them being siblings tbh, i actually like them better as all being really good and close friends and just had a major falling out after affairs and stuff with celine happened. 

but i do hope mark makes a post of it too! to help gather his thoughts a little more and hopefully help us understand a little bit easier. 💙

anonymous asked:

Hey I've been really sad recently, I lost my only friend and have no one to talk to and it's really cold here :c Could I get a Pearl in a fluffy, baggy sweater with a cat giving her cuddles to cheer me up a little...?

I hope you feel better soon!


This a gift to my very wonderful, very adorable, very talented, and all around amazing friend, @taestory . I didn’t actually mean for it to be this long but, these things happen I suppose. I hope you enjoy, despite its awfulness and know you deserve a thousand more, better things. Hope you had a nice day, doll.

In which Taemin learns what good matchmakers plants make.

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witete  asked:

Hey friendo, if it's not too much to ask I'd like a little doodle...I've been down for a while and your art makes me smile. I hope you're feeling better nonetheless.

feel better friend <3

space mum has caught her ridiculous adopted son being a nuisance

I couldn't stay away (Matt Espinosa)


“y/n come on! you can’t stay in your room forever! plus, you used to love these parties, all your friends will be there, you will have fun! I promise” my best friend Kristen nagged me. You see, the past couple of weeks haven’t been easy, me and my boyfriend Matt recently broke up, in a way that included screaming, crying, slamming doors, and more. There was no doubt that I still love him, but obviously if he can’t trust me to go out without cheating on him, he doesn’t feel the same way, so I decided to move on, easier said then done I guess.

“ I’m sorry Kristen I’m just not feeling up for it” I sighed, did I mention I was also fighting to keep myself from flipping out and having a panic attack?

“y/n you never feel up for things anymore, please just one night, then I will let you go back to your room and sulk for another month.” she smirked at me. I twiddled with my thumbs and looked around the room, trying to think of something that could get me out of this situation, but in the end, we all new she was going to drag me there anyway.

“fine, but I don’t want to stay long ok? I already feel like I’m going to throw up” I rubbed my head.

“y/n you and I both know thats the anxiety talking, you’ll be fine, its not like its a huge frat party with drunk people and drugs, its just a little get together with some old friends, its no big deal” she smiled at me.

So with that I started getting ready, applying only a little make up and and not really dressing to impress seeing this is people I’m comfortable with. I put on my converse and walked out the door, getting into the passenger seat of Kristen’s car.

When we got there I was actually pretty excited, I saw some faces that I haven’t seen in a while and I got to catch up with some new people to. Everything was going way better then I could ever hope for, no anxiety, no nerves, just a good time with some friends, until I saw him, Matt.

His eyes locked with mine and I swear I could feel my stomach drop, I turned in the opposite direction to find Kristen. I found her finally in the kitchen

“hey girly are you having- y/n whats wrong” kristen pulled me aside

“ he’s here” tears welled in my eyes “ Kristen Matt is here, he saw me, we need to leave” I frantically explained to her. My stomach felt empty and I thought for a second that I would pass out

“ y/n ok hold on, everything is going to be ok, we can leave” she soothed me

“ I can’t breathe” I choked out

Kristen grabbed my hand and pulled me through the crowd and up the stair case, Matts eyes never leaving me. We went into a spare bedroom and I sat down on the bed, tears already beginning to stream down my face as kristen locked the door.

“y/n its ok, this is just anxiety, you’ve been through this before, you can beat it” she held my hand

I tried taking deep breathes but just choked on my sobs

“I can’t do this” I stood up 

“y/n please try” she tried to sit me back down.

then there was a knock at the door

“y/n can I come in” 


“ Matt, seriously this is not the time” Kristen yelled

“ make it stop!” more and more tears came and I thought that I would never be able to calm down now.

“Kristen please let me in, I can help her, I used to help her get through it all the time.” Matt pleaded through the door

“Matt you may make it worse” Kristen pulled at her hair

“I just want to try, I can’t stand for her to be in so much pain”

Kristen sighed and ran and unlocked the door, Matt running in.

Matt’s POV

I ran over to y/n and cupped her face and wiped her tears away with my thumb, but more replaced them.

“y/n baby its ok, your fine, breathe with me”

“I-I can’t-t” she gripped my shirt as I lead her to sit on the bed, I kneeled in front of her taking her small shaky hands in mine

“yes you can, come on I will do it with you, 10 seconds in 10 seconds out” I rubbed up and down her arm

I started the breathing exercise and she tried to join in but kept choking on her breathes 

“Maaaaatttt” she whimpered

I cupped her face in my hands “ y/n, look at me” her eyes focusing on mine “you can do this, I know you can, this will pass, it always does, please try” I continued to lead her through the breathing and eventually it calmed her down

By now y/n was curled up on my lap, her face in my neck, soft sniffles every now and then as I held her close, rubbing her back and whispering sweet nothings in her ear until her soft breathes filled the room, knowing she was asleep.

“Matt I’m sorry I didn’t let you in sooner, its just that-” kristen began

“Hey, its ok, you don’t have to apologize, I completely understand, you wanted to protect her” I whispered so I wouldn’t wake y/n “do you want to take her home so-”

“Matt, you take her to your place” kristen smiled “its obvious who she needs right now”

I nodded, thanking her as I carried y/n out of the house and into the passenger seat of my car

When we got to my apartment I placed y/n down on my bed, tucking her in and kissed her forehead, I was about to walk out when I felt a small hand on my wrist, I turned around

“please stay” y/n whispered, her eyes remaining closed.

I pulled my shirt over my head and crawled under the covers, y/n’s arms then laced around me, her head buried in my chest, I held her close, kissing the top of her head.

“why did you help me?” she mumbled

“I couldn’t stay away”


Thank you so much for reading! 

PART 2??????

Welcome to Hell (Joker/Reader Imagine) •7•

Request: Thank you for the awesome imagines you made so far. Could you write one where the reader is a tough reporter that gets caught investigating at a club. But joker likes her spunk and decides to keep her.

Request: I have an idea! Where the reader writes for the Gotham newspaper. She writes a lot of reports on the Joker. That gains his attention on her. So, the Joker gives her a tip anonymously, to meet them some where for information. She goes only to be interrupted by Batman.

A/N: Since these two were sooo similar I paired them together to make a little hybrid of sorts. Enjoy Puddins! 

Working for the Gotham Newspaper had been your dream job since you were a little girl. You had always been an inquisitive person, and always wanted the answers to everything. Now it was your big day, you had written so many small reports on Gotham’s infamous villain, but now you had gotten the biggest anonymous tip of your life. He was going to be at the Mystic Palace, his well know club that housed hundreds of drug deals and criminal diplomacy, doing a deal with one of his biggest clients. 

To get into the club your first had to dress the part. So your body was shoved into a tight black dress that rested high on your thighs showing off more skin than you would have hoped. Your feet were placed in emerald green heels, admittedly making your legs look great, and sultry makeup applied to your face accentuating the best parts. 

With a notebook and recorder shoved into a purse you made your way down to the club, choosing to walk so no one would easily track you. After about ten minutes of walking you arrived at the dimly lit club, vibrating from the loud music inside. You walked up to the man standing guard at the heavy metal door, “I have an appointment with Mr. J, he’s expecting me.” The anonymous man hadn’t given you anymore details other than to ask for him by that alias. 

The doorman nodded, “He’s been expecting you, head on in.” You smiled slightly thanking him and walked in. You were immediately met by two big men, “Miss Y/N, follow us.” They led you to a small area with a beaded curtain surrounding it. After pushing aside you saw there was a man standing, waiting for you. But no, not just any man…the Joker. Fuck, you should have pieced it together, Mr. J, the Joker, and being a well known reporter of the Joker…it was a set up. His bright green hair shone in the dim lights of his palace and his eyes pierced into yours. 

“Ah Miss Y/N you made it, I’m so glad you did too, we have sooo much to talk about.” You took a step forward hesitantly, “I suppose we do yes, I have some questions I’d like to have answered.” Gesturing for you to sit down, you took a seat across from the Clown Prince of Gotham and began to talk. 

You weren’t sure how it had happened but an hour later you were sitting right next to the man Gotham feared, laughing and conversing like normal people. He had answered all of your questions and in some twisted way they had all made sense to you. His justification for crime and killing, the lifestyle he led, it all somehow clicked. You had both talked about your life as well, what you did, your past, your current life. He was caring and attentive to each of your answers, genuinely interested in each one. 

“Why did you give me the tip, and all of this information?” You smiled up at him incredulously. “Well my dear, I had hoped after you heard my little speech you’d like a better job offer, work for me.” Before you could say anything a loud noise sounded from across the club, and shouts could be heard.

“JOKER.” It was Batman. His black figure quickly made its way up to the both of you, “Y/N? Clark Kent sent me, he said he’s a friend, also said you might be in trouble.” Kent, he had always been with you reporting on the Bat, wherever he was the Joker was. “I’m fine.” You said annoyed. “Miss I insist it isn’t safe here, a girl such as yourself…” You raised an eyebrow, “Look here Batman, I came here on my own terms, willingly. I am a woman but I am not weak, nor stupid, and furthermore oh dark one, I don’t need saving!” You shouted the last part. Breathing heavily you felt a cool hand press into the small of your back rubbing small circles. The Joker had made his way to your side, looking lethal. 

Turning to the pale man you smiled up at him, “I believe the lady said get out.” J said, his men clicking their guns into place, the Bat was outnumbered. Huffing, he dramatically flung his cape and ran out of the door, leaving you and Joker alone once again.

“Ohhh, you’re a feisty one, I like it.” You giggled slightly, “And I like your offer, Mr. J., I think I’ll accept.” His silver teeth glimmered through his blood red smile, “Well then my dear, welcome to hell.” 


hi! i got tagged by my close friend @ghostspaces ~

a post for self love apparently! so um 2015 hasnt been really good for me to be honest but i learned a lot this year and i got a lot closer to number of friends by going through rough times! im learning to open up and trust others and also to cut out toxic relationships from my life etc. its a learning process so i dont expect everything to get better right away!

im really excited for 2016 though! punimelt shop will be having big updates! spring apparel line is being planned! new little products! old items will be retiring as well! collaborations will be happening with friends!

anyways thanks for sticking around with me to support me. it really means a lot like a lot lot. i hope you guys have a well rested, pleasant sunday. <3

A little more Mimatooo :3 I hope you all other Mimato trash people enjoy it! I’m glad I’ve come to find people who like this pairing as much as I do :) I hope I can come up with more ideas to draw and specially the free time for it, haha! Good day to you all!


Happy birthday D.O Kyungsoo! I cant believe our little penguin is turning 22 today (23 in Korea)! Thank you for that you have made us smile and laugh with your little humor. Even on our darkest days….your smile, your voice and your laugh can brings up the happiness to us. Our cutest, squishiest, handsome, funny, sweet, caring little Kyungsoo who we love… I hope you´re having fun with your friends and your family today, and also with your brothers! Take care and let´s make 2015 a better year for EXO and EXO-L together! Once again, happy birthday! #HappyKyungsooDay ♥♥

whoviantalibah  asked:

I've been having a really shit week, and I was wondering if you'd do a short prompt from one of these AU's? *‘I found you on the roof of my house passed out with a black eye holding a fire extinguisher’ au **‘we take the same elevator every day and due to a misunderstanding I assumed you didn’t speak english and I’ve been talking to my friend about how hot you are for three weeks and apparently my friend has known from the start but you agreed not to tell me bc you both think its hilarious' au

So sorry about your shitty week! I hope it gets better! <3 That last AU cracked me up, so I had to choose that one. Hope it makes your day a little better…

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“The only thing better than when he gets in the elvator is when he gets off, because then I get to see his ass. Oh, hey! Get off! Rhodey? Why aren’t you laughing? I made a funny.”

Tony had started babbling the moment the doors slid open to let Loki step through. As usual. And as usual Loki exchanged a brief look and a barely-there smirk with the tall, dark-skinned man by his side. Rhodey, apparently. He hadn’t had a name for his accomplice before, even though this little charade had been going on for weeks now.

Honestly, it was cracking Loki up on the inside. And it was getting more and more difficult to keep a straight face and not burst out cackling over the comments.

His first day in the office building, Tony had overheard him speaking on the phone with his mother. In swedish. Nothing odd; that’s where his adoptive family was from. But somehow Tony had assumed that Loki couldn’t understand a word of english. Cue three weeks of completely unfiltered Tony Stark, shamelessly appreciating everything from Loki’s hair to his suits and - yes, very often - his ass.

Loki guessed he could have been insulted, but he really wasn’t. Besides having an impressively filthy mouth and a great sense of humor, Tony was really gorgeous. Loki could live with being admired by a guy like that.

The elevator gave a polite little ding! as it stopped on Loki’s floor. When he was halfway out the doors, Rhodey’s voice spoke over Tony’s on-going monologue on why Loki should always wear pinstriped pants.

“Hey, you dropped something!”

Loki turned to see the man stand after crouching on the floor, holding a paper from the pile Loki was carrying, which had apparently gotten away.

“Thank you”, Loki said smoothly, not even a hint of an accent in his words, taking it from him and eyeing it quickly to see which one it was. “I would have missed that one later.”

Then he looked up. Straight into Tony’s round, brown eyes. And gave him a wink. “And thank you for the fashion advice, Mr. Stark.”

While Tony’s mouth dropped open Loki turned on his heel and walked out. Tony’s groaning mumble was the last thing he heard before the doors closed.

“Oh god… Just kill me now…”

Nate Maloley Imagine - Even At A Eminem Concert?

Anon Request: Can you do a smut where nate and y/n get in a fight over whos the best rapper cause he thinks its wiz Khalifa but you think its Eminem and then you guys have rough make up sex

Kinda took a little turn but I hope you like it anyway, sorry for the wait😁

Contains smut and swear words (cuss/curse words)

– (Nate’s POV) –

I chuckle as I loudly sing along to the song we’re listening to on the balcony of mine and my girlfriend’s shared apartment. She straddles my lap, scrolling through her phone to prove me wrong about our little debate.

Apparently Eminem is better than Wiz Khalifa. That’d be the day pigs fly.

“-you know you can call me, I’ll be there shortly. Don’t care what your friends say ‘cause they don’t know me, I can be your best friend and you be my homie-”

“I swear Nate, everybody agrees with me!” Y/N argues, shoving her phone in my face to show many fans agree with her on Twitter. Aw, she tweeted it to prove her point.

I ignore her and continue to sing, louder than before, she huffs in frustration - making me chuckle - and stands up to walk inside. A song erupts from the speakers inside, overpowering the volume from my phone. “Dear Slim, I wrote you but still ain’t callin’. I left my cell, my pager and my home phone at the bottom-”

I walk inside and turn the music off, she’s playing it way too loud - she knows there’s a new born baby next door, the poor parents are exhausted and she’s blasting music loud enough to wake them all up. “Y/N, the neighbours!” I hiss, taking her phone from her.

She glares at me. “Give me my phone Nate.”

“Nope,” I say as there’s three bangs on the wall from next door, the sound of a baby crying manages to travel through the walls too. “See what you’ve done now?” I ask, sighing.

“You wasn’t listening to me.” She snaps, crossing her arms. Why is she being so childish? It was a little joke about who’s a better rapper, she’s blowing this way out of proportion.

“Stop being so selfish, do you know how long it takes them to get that baby to sleep?” I question, pointing to the wall which separates us and the neighbours.

“How am I being a selfish? You’re being selfish by not listening to me!” She yells, I run my fingers through my hair.

“Would you be quiet?” I snap, feeling sorry for the couple next door with the screaming baby.

“Why do you care about them so much? It’ll take a few minutes for them to settle down.” She scoffs, walking off towards the bedroom, I follow her.

“Uh because every night for an hour at 8:30 they’re putting the baby to sleep, you’ll soon see why when you have a new born baby,” I tell her, sighing in anger when she rolls her eyes. “Seriously, stop being selfish!” I can’t help but yell.

“Get a grip Nate,” she scoffs, I clench my fists. “Why do you care so much? It’s not your baby, I’m free to listen to music as loud as I want in my own home, the baby isn’t yours so just chill. You fucking the mom or something?” She shouts.

– (Y/N’s POV) –

He pins me against the wall and roughly presses his lips to mine, grabbing my wrists to hold them above my head. “Don’t you ever fucking accuse me of cheating, I’d never cheat on you and especially not with a new Mom. You got that?” His new hard tone sent shivers up and down my body, making me bite my lip and nod my head. “I asked you a question, I expect you to fucking answer me.” He snaps, I squeeze my thighs together.

“Y-Yes Nate.” I answer, my voice deeper and seductive.

No more words are exchanged as he picks me up and tosses me onto the bed, wasting no time in undressing himself and hovering above me to undress me. I bite my lip watching him, groaning as his muscles tense and his jaw clenches. I should accuse him of cheating more often.

We would normally build ourselves up, pleasure each other, but he dives straight in and slides his long, hard length into me. I grab his shoulders, clawing at his skin as he stretches me out, you would think I’d be used to his size by now, each time is like the first.

Even though he’s trying to be angry and rough, he still asks if it’s okay for him to move. That’s what I love about him.

He slams into me a few times before we change positions, I’m on my hands and knees, he has one hand on my hip and the other tangled in my hair, pulling so my back arches. “I’m all y-yours lil’ mama, all yours and n-no one else’s, you’re all m-mine and just mine, we sl-sleep with no one else but each other so I don’t want a-any accusations of me ch-cheating or you, okay? I love you Y/N, only you.” He grunts, sliding his hand down to my clit to rub it, creating more pleasure.

“Fuck, yes Nate, I love you too baby.” I yell.

Obviously the baby next door won’t be getting sleep any time soon.

I’m a moaning mess as we change positions again, we lay on our sides - in a spooning position with my top leg high in the air so he can continue moving in and out of me. He rubs figures of 8 against my clit, biting on my shoulder as we moan together, loudly.

“I’m c-close.” I tell him, reaching behind me to bury my fingers in his hair.

“Me too lil’ mama.” He grunts.

I begin to squeal and fidget as the knot in the pit of my stomach pulls tighter, almost allowing me to release. He holds me in place, chuckling as I squirm under his grip, moaning uncontrollably.

I release all over him and pant as he continues to thrust. “This is going to sound c-crazy right now but I d-don’t want you to pull out.” I tell him, staring into his brown hazel eyes.

“Are y-you sure baby?”

“Yes, we’re re-ready as long as y-you want to.”

The biggest of smiles tugs at his lips as he continues building himself up until finally he releases, inside of me.

He breathes heavily as he calms himself back down, pulling out of me to lay beside me, both on our backs.

“I’m right here by your side baby, forever and always.” He smiles, reaching over to kiss my lips.

“Even at a Eminem concert?” I smirk, he rolls his eyes.

“You know Wiz Khalifa is the best baby.” He chuckles, pulling me into him to wrap his arms around me and kiss my neck.

“Eminem is the best, don’t even try to tell yourself otherwise.” I laugh, resting my head on his chest.