ms perfection

kpop imagine/fanfic

“Don’t worry about it.” 

You’re 26 years old and….you’ve never been in a relationship. Ever. In your entire life. Never been kissed, never had your hand held, nothing. Absolutely nothing. You tiredly recall your friend’s words when you two were on the phone last night.

“Everybody’s different! You’ll find somebody. I know how you feel but I’m telling you man, just don’t worry about it.”

You want to believe her. You really do. You’d love to believe that everybody just…finds the one. The one who makes everything worth while. That everybody has a soulmate. You really do want to believer her but, then again, what does she know? Ms.Perfect, always with a girl by her side. This year her girlfriend of 8 years took her to the Taj Mahal for Valentines day. What did you do? Spent it alone watching old children’s cartoons you’ve seen a million times over. How could she possibly know how you feel? Nobody knows how you feel. This was the thought you had when you went to bed last night and this was the first thought you had when you woke up this morning. 

With a frown tugging at your lips you glance at the mirror. You think you’re a pretty okay looking person so why doesn’t anybody like you? I mean, you’re no model, let’s be fair, but your hair is nice and you have a cute smile. Not to mention the thick slime that covers your entire body is absolutely mouth watering. You cock your head to the side. Maybe you should try being more like your friend. She’s outgoing and bright and very social and you’re…not. But maybe that’s it. Maybe you should put yourself out there more. Yeah that’s it. You can’t give up now! Just look at that slime anybody would be lucky to have you!!
As a sudden wave of confidence hits you, you grin. You decide to wear your black skinny jeans, white vans, and black form-hugging shirt that says 'J-HOPE 94′ in giant pink glittery letters. You think….you just might skip your usual hoodie today. 

You head out to your favorite coffee shop. The air around you feels…different. Once you get there and go inside you notice a person you’ve never seen before. Standing at around 5′11, an admittedly charming older man stood in front of you in line. He was wearing a military outfit. You two were the only ones in the entire store, including people at the cash register. There was literally nobody else there. He turns to you and smiles. 

“I thought I was the only one here however I guess…you never walk alone.” He said, glancing at your shirt. Your eyebrow rose to the top of your head. Was that…a bts reference? Could it be? No way…

He took your silence as an invitation to keep talking. 
“I’m Mattis. Formally General Jim Jimmy Dogg Jimbo Jimbaliyah Jimmy Jim Jimmy fo filly Jimiron Jimitron Jimtronion Jimolo Mattis. But informally?” He paused, taking a moment to point his cryptic bony borderline decaying finger to where his heart should be but is not verified to be. “I’m an army.”

He smiled again. “It’s always nice seeing another true fan out in the public. “ You blush. 
“Bias?” You ask.
“Rap monster, king of rap. Inventor of rap music. Best rapper in all of history including western. And I would know since I was there when rap was created….I am a tender age of 66.” He winks and dust comes out everywhere. You feel your heart tingle.

“Do you wanna grab a cup of coffee somewhere else?” Your boldness surprises you both. You weren’t expecting to ask him that. He clearly wasn’t expecting you to either.  But what the heckgosh? You’re 26 damn it! It’s time to start living!

“Well I am a married man but….my wife she only understand the military life…she doesn’t understand the army life…..i need u.” He admitted.

“Bangtan sonyeondan?” You ask, linking arms with your prince charming that you just met five minutes ago. 

“Bangtan sonyeondan.”


makoto pls

forgive me for using ms paint, based on this text post

Inspired by @queerseth

Ezekiel Jones hated Narrows. Short for “Straight and Narrow,” pristine and polished goody two-shoes, always on the right side of the law, the side Ezekiel liked to visit every once in awhile like coming home for the holidays to remind you what you absolutely do not miss. 

Jake Stone was a Narrow. Always saying, “Ezekiel, don’t do this; don’t do that.” Perhaps in time he could be corrupted, but he’d have to do something about that stick up his ass first. 

Cassandra, though. That had come as a shock to him, learning Ms. Perfect Manners and Morals wasn’t actually so polished after all. She slipped a stolen necklace around his neck - magic, no less, magic Flynn and Baird and Jake had made her promise not to use - and took his heart as payment. 

“Come back to me,” she whispered, kissing his lips softly. “And never tell the others I stole the magic necklace.”

Type: Imagine

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x Reader

Prompt: Damon is your boyfriend. However, after getting turned into a vampire yourself after Katherine kills you, you find out that Damon had been compelling you to forget his feedings on you. Angry, you storm away from him, breaking up with him. This leads to this confrontation a few days later.


“Hey, Elena? I’m just gonna chill in my room tonight. I’m not really in the mood to party or whatever.”

Your younger sister gave you a concerned look, making you internally sigh. Here comes Ms. Perfect, to try and save the day.

“(Y/N), you should really get out more. I mean, I know that the breakup with Damon was bad. But, he was really bad for yo-.”

“Elena!” You interrupt her, voice angry as you lose your cool. She gives you a startled look. “Leave it alone, okay? It’s none of your business.” You hiss before stomping up the stairs, adding extra emphasis to make your frustration and desire to be alone more obvious.

While looking down at your phone, in mood for Chinese, you begin to type in the familiar number by heart as you enter your room. While kicking the door closed behind you, you looked up casually, only to scream in surprise.

Your ex, Damon Salvatore, was on your bed, holding your teddy bear Mr. Markimoo.

“Damon!” You hiss, ending the call and slipping the phone into your pocket unable to turn your gaze away.

He turns to you, smirking before holding the teddy bear up to cover his face. “Hey, (Y/N)! It’s me! Mr. Markimoo! You know, I really think you should forgive Damon. He was a complete dick-Uh, I mean jerk. But, he is really sorry.” His voice was high-pitched and he controlled the bear’s hands to make it seem like it was moving.

You tried to hide the smile and smother the laugh, but it was difficult. You raised a hand to cover your mouth. Just thinking of the big bad Damon Salvatore speaking through a teddy bear is already hilarious. But… to imagine is one thing…  you’re looking at it.

Managing to contain your laughter, you crossed your arms and leveled him with an disinterested stare.

“Damon? Get out.”

Giving up on the teddy bear act, he placed it beside him before jumping to his feet. Striding towards you, you proceeded to back up against the door staring up at him.

Placing his hands on both sides of your head, he leaned forward pressing his forehead to yours. Your eyes widened as you were forced to look him in his gorgeous blue eyes.

“(Y/N).” He whispered, the regret and guilt in his voice making you blink. “I’m sorry. I know that I shouldn’t have fed on you as much as I had. I know that I shouldn’t have fed on you for so long even. But…” He leaned closer, tilting his head so that he could kiss the side of your neck softly. This made a small sigh escape you, your head lulling to the side slightly.

“I want to have us be even… as much as I can.” He mumbled against your skin before pulling away almost making you mumble in protest. You were so weak when it came to him.

Damon looked down at you, clearly contemplating something before shrugging off his leather jacket. Your head tilts in confusion that quickly becomes realization when he takes off his black shirt revealing his naked upper body.

Your mouth falls open a bit as you stare shamelessly at his upper half. Damon smirks at you before speaking. “Go ahead. Bite me. Anywhere you want.”

Biting your lip as the possibilities run through your mind, you settle on the place he bit you at the most.

Stepping closer cautiously, you move until your close enough to touch him. You place your hands on his chest, tracing the contours of his abs and chest before you apply enough pressure to force him to sit down on the bed. He applies with your silent demands, letting his arms hold himself up as he eyes you in a form of anticipation.

Biting your lip, you move closer and straddle his form, sitting in his lap. His hands go around your waist pulling you closer. “Your game, princess.” He says with a grin, clearly anticipating your next move.

Nervousness aside, you use your fingers to move his head to the side to bare his neck to you. His fingers trail up your sides before going down to caress your thighs. You shudder slightly before leaning forward and pressing your lips to the juncture between his neck and shoulder.

You pause, feeling hesitation overtake you. Damon, feeling your nervousness, spoke. “Babe, don’t worry about it. I fed on you and compelled you to forget. Used you as a blood bag. Lied and deceived you. I’ve… developed feelings for you. So, in order to make you feel better, I want you to bite me back. It’s okay. It’s the only thing I can really do to give you some form of payback.”

You felt your heart warm at his words, comforted in the way he opened up to you and told you about his real feelings. Decision made, you pressed your lips to his neck once more before you allowed your fangs to elongate before sinking your fangs into his neck. You heard him suck in a breath as his blood entered your mouth.

Your eyes snapped open, whites black and veins exposed. You let out a moan when the taste connected with you. It was one of the best things you’d ever tasted. Pulling him closer, you sucked greedily at his neck taking in more. And it was only through the haze did you feel his arms encircle your waist pulling you closer and the moans that escaped him. Moans that were a mix of both pain and pleasure. He was enjoying it as much as you were.

About a minute later, you pulled away from his neck, blood dripping from your mouth. You gave Damon a bloody grin. Damon, after studying you, seemed unable to control himself as, in literally the speed of light, he had you on your back on the bed with his lips hungrily tasting yours. Your legs encircled his waist, pulling him closer to you as your hands ran through his hair, tugging on it.

“I love you.” You mumbled as he peppered kisses down your neck. Pulling away, he looked you in your eyes, studying and searching them. When he was satisfied, he gave you his signature crooked smirk.

“Love you too, princess.” He stated, making you beam in return. You moved your hands to his neck, tugging him down to resume your kiss.

anonymous asked:


Anon I can only assume you mean the trump and Viktor fanart that kept me from completely spiraling post election. I swore i saved it but I cannot for the life of me find it!? I’m sobbing tbh. It’s something that I definitley saw on /a/ first. It was perfect MS paint awfulness. Can someone with a giant /a/ folder help?