home for the holidays wasn’t something I was looking forward to initially. My
family’s a drag, my old friends’ lives seem to revolve around the small town
drama, and everyone there is just so… skinny. To be honest I’ve always preferred
my men on the chunkier side, and by that I mean just about as big as I can get
them. Nothing gets me going more than see a big fat gut hanging out of a snug
shirt. And I knew my hometown just wouldn’t be able to give that to me.
special shoutout to myself on this one for forgetting to draw jack’s gotdamn gun holster in 90% of this stupid comic when it was supposed to be there the whole time. I drew it in the first panel and then never did it again. i’m the real mvp of this story.
XIBALBA WHO’S ALWAYS BEEN A HANDSOME ANGEL IS SUDDENLY A BURNT TAR SKELETON HE’S ALWAYS BEEN A COCKY AND SMUG RASCAL DON’T EVEN TRY TO TELL ME HE WASN’T SELF-CONSCIOUS!!!
AND HE DOESN’T WANT LA MUERTE TO SEE HIM!!!
AND LA MUERTE’S SO DEVASTATED SHE JUS T NEEDS TO KNOW HE’S OK BUT HE WON’T LET HER SEE HIM AND IT TRIPS HER OUT SO MUCH THAT AT ONE POINT SHE’S WONDERING IF MAYBE HE HATES HER BECAUSE WHATEVER IT WAS HE DID TO GET BURNT HE DID IT FOR HER!!!
THEN THEY FINALLY MEET AGAIN I DUNNO MAYBE THE CANDLEMAKER’S HAD ENOUGH OF THEIR IDIOCY AND SETS THEM UP OR SOMETHING!!
AND XIBALBA’S SELF-CONCIOUS AND ASHAMED AS FRICK AND HE’S SURE SHE’S GOING TO BE GROSSED BY HIS APPAREANCE
BUT OF COURSE SHE’S NOT YA BIG DUMMY SHE’S JUST SO HAPPY YOU’RE OK AND YOU DON’T SEEM TO HATE HER!!
LA MUERTE TOUCHING HIS BLACKENED SKIN FOR THE FIRST TIME!!!
Can you do a taehyung or jimin series/ angst to fluff where you two are best friends but you like him, and you overhear him saying that he would never date you, but in reality he was just trying to hide his feelings? Does this even make sense? Lmao Anyways thank you so much for ur hard work i love ur scenarios
I FINALLY FINISHED THIS OMG SORRY U HAD TO WAIT SO LONG AND BTW YES IT MADE SENSE AND THANK YOU SO MUCH AND ILYSM (btw I think you’re really pretty MWA MWA)
Jimin x Reader
Genre: Angst and extra mega fluff fluff
Word count: 4716
A bet with Yoongi, a tidal wave of emotions and drama feat Park Jimin, and the poor twenty dollar bill.
You’ve always been aware of how handsome your best friend was.
Aware of how he ran his cute chubby hands through his hair whenever he was frustrated, how he furrows his brows when he focused on something, how he purses his lips when he couldn’t get a dance move right, how he whined whenever you didn’t pay enough attention to him, and the way his eyes turned into crescents whenever he smiled at you.
Although you’ve always denied it, you always have been and always will be aware.
You’ve always looked past it in the first year of being friends with him, knowing full well that falling in love with your best friend wasn’t the most admirable thing to do especially when he was completely out of your reach. However, as time passed by and as you drew closer to one another, you found yourself falling deeper and deeper for your best friend with the killer biceps.
In short you were whipped, but you’d never admit that.
“Y/N, you like Jimin don’t you?” Yoongi nonchalantly said, making you choke on thin air. Your eyes widened, gaze snapping to him who was casually eating his ramyun. Heat rushed to your face when Yoongi flashed a smug smirk at your reaction and you glared at him.
“W-Why would you even think I do? Jimin is only a friend” You blurted out, cheeks set aflame when Yoongi rolled his eyes at your blatant lie. Of all the boys you were close with, Yoongi always saw through you even when all the others couldn’t. At first you thought he was just bluffing, but in the length of time you’ve been friends with him, you’re starting to think that the guy’s a mind reader.
“You know you can’t lie to me Y/N. You’re like a daily newspaper that I’m forced to read you know.” Yoongi said with an exaggerated sigh, and you smacked him on the arm with a scowl.
“It’s not like I like it when you read my mind too you know” You snapped, lips forming a pout when Yoongi laughed at you. You sighed in defeat, rubbing your temples soothingly as you unwillingly admitted, besides, there was absolutely no point in arguing with a person who saw through you like your skin was made of transparent glass.
“Alright fine, I’m kinda into him, but there’s no point since he only sees me as his best friend” you mumbled. Yoongi raised a brow at your bitter confession and took a sip on his drink.
“I think he likes you back though” He said, eyeing you carefully as you scoffed.
“You don’t have to tell me that to make me feel better you know”
Yoongi leaned back on his seat, staring at you in analyzation. You hated when he does that, you felt like you were open to him, and the thought made you cringe. You unconsciously wrapped your arms around you in protection, glaring at him from the other side of the table.
“Yah Min Yoongi don’t you look at me like that you perv–”
“Want to make a bet?” He suggested confidently, making you raise your eyebrow in both confusion and suspicion. For the record, Min Yoongi never initiates a bet when his victory wasn’t ensured, which caused you to lose too much money for your liking. You weren’t sure if you he was initiating on a bet about Jimin’s feelings for you but somehow, the thought made butterflies erupt in your stomach.
After all, this is Min Yoongi we’re talking about, and he is either always right, or never wrong.
Deciding to play it cool, you gave him an amused chuckle, lamely pretending to not be affected by his previous declaration.
“Are you seriously trying to bet on whether Jimin likes me or not?” You asked, your tone laced in disbelief, as you took a large gulp of coffee. Yoongi shrugged at you and smirked.
“Sure. Twenty dollars, you in?” Your eyes widened and you choked on your drink, slamming your glass of coffee down on the hard surface of the table, causing it to spill and create a small dark brown pool. Your eyes snapped to his scrunched up face, your jaw dropped at the amount he was willing to give up.
“T-Twenty dollars? Are you being serious right now Yoongi?” You asked him, face filled with astonishment when he nodded without any further ado. You were baffled by his confidence, and a sudden urge to wipe his smug smirk away started to claw on your senses. It wasn’t always that you were given the opportunity to put the Min Yoongi to shame, and whenever you were presented a chance, it was stupid to let that pass.
You gave him a smirk, suddenly filled with determination as you held out your hand for him to shake. Yoongi grabbed it without a second thought, leveling your smirk with his own as he shook it firmly.
You didn’t know the exact reason why, but you were very much troubled at the moment.
Ever since the talk with Yoongi a little while ago, you couldn’t talk to Jimin anymore without over analyzing his actions of some sort, trying hard to see through him and know if he really liked you like how Yoongi assumed. You were quite enthralled at the thought of Jimin liking you back, which led you to weird (and quite disgusting, honestly) methods to find out.
So instead of listening to him talk about his day, you found yourself thinking of why he insisted on pouring your water for you a few minutes ago, staring into blank space with furrowed brows. Jimin had noticed long ago that you were out of the conversation, and the best way to find out if you really were, was to talk about unnecessary things.
Of course you just had to ignore him, which confirmed his suspicions.
Sighing, Jimin snapped a finger in front of your face, making you flinch back to life. You met Jimin’s unhappy eyes, and you felt your heart skip a beat.
How can a guy be so goddamn handsome?
“Y/N were you even listening?” He whined, his bottom lip sticking out, clearly upset. You chuckled awkwardly, having no idea of what he was talking about earlier considering you were too busy imagining Jimin confess his undying love for you, which caused heat to rush to your face without your consent.
“Uhh… you were talking about Taehyung and Jin’s lame jokes..?” You tried, mentally slapping yourself at the stupid guess. The corner of Jimin’s lips twitched in amusement, coughing out a bit to hide his smile as he put on the best angry face he had.
“I was talking about the length of an average hippopotamus’ legs” Jimin answered for you.
You raised a brow at that, lips twitching at the very uncommon topic.
“You disturbed my peaceful daydreaming so I could discuss with you the length of a hippopotamus’ leg?” Jimin nodded smugly, arms crossed over his puffed out chest. Your jaw dropped.
“Jimin I think you need serious medical attention” You said seriously, pulling a scowl from Jimin’s face.
“Yah! What’s wrong with talking about that? A hippo’s legs are even longer than yours!” He snapped. Your mouth formed an ‘o’ shape at the insult thrown at you. You glared at him and jabbed a finger on his right shoulder.
“What?! Yah, Park Jimin don’t act like your so much taller! We only have a one cm difference you know!”
“At least mine are longer!” He bickered back. You placed a hand on your chest, offended. You two fell silent, chest heaving in sync and glares fixated on each other. It didn’t take long before the two of you broke into a fit of giggles, hands smacking the table repeatedly at the stupidity of your previous argument.
The two of you held your stomachs in a failed attempt to stifle your laughs, and tears were starting to form in the corners of your eyes. However, you couldn’t get your mind off the beautiful high pitched laughs that came out of Jimin’s mouth. You mentally slapped yourself.
Get a grip of yourself Y/N!
The laughs finally died out, and the two of you found yourself staring at each other with warm smiles on your faces. The moment felt comfortable, and you took the opportunity to take in Jimin’s godly features. From the creases on his forehead, to the slope of his nose, and the curve of his plump lips. Everything was perfect. Your eyes met his dark ones and you bit your lip at the hidden galaxy stored in them, so complex and fascinating that you almost forgot how to breathe.
In the midst of your staring, Taeyang’s Ringa Linga went off making Jimin snap out of his stance, cheeks burning. You felt your cheeks flush as well, looking away from him immediately and scratching the back of your neck self consciously as he picked up his phone.
“H-Hello?” He stammered, clearing his throat. You felt your insides twist at his sudden bundle of nerves.
“Yoongi hyung? Now? Ah, I understand. I’ll be right there hyung. Yea, bye.” Your ears quirked at the mention of Yoongi’s name, a small ball of suspicion stirring up in your chest. It has to have something to do about the bet, or Yoongi would’ve just texted instead of called. You were about to ask Jimin about it but he beat you to it.
“I have to go, Yoongi hyung needs to talk to me at the practice room. See ya later.” He said, flashing you a shy smile before walking away, leaving you feeling giddy and lightheaded. By the time he left your field of vision, you grunted loudly, running a hand through your semi-tangled hair, with little to no care about messing it up even more. You were very anxious. What if Yoongi actually asks Jimin about you? What if Yoongi does something stupid and tells Jimin about how you feel instead?
What if Yoongi was wrong after all?
You felt goosebumps rise because of the thought. That would be horrible. If that was the case then you’d lose everything you’ve built with Jimin. The 3 year long friendship will turn to shambles, and to add to that, a broken heart for you. You snapped your eyes shut and pulled on your hair lightly, muttering 'stupid’ to yourself repeatedly.
There was no way the bet with Yoongi was a good idea.
Your eyes fell on a textbook on Jimin’s side on the table, and you reached for it, running your palm over the neatly covered book.
Jimin must’ve left it behind, you thought. You bit your bottom lip, and gathered your things, preparing to walk your way to their practice room. It wouldn’t be too bad for them to see you there, after all you were just returning a book Jimin left. It will definitely go well.
Your heart was everything but calm as you made your way to through the halls of the company, stammering out greetings to some staff you met on the way. You were a walking bundle of nerves, and by the time you reached the door of their practice room you had to take a break to stop yourself from falling over.
You took a long, heavy breath and held out your hand for the knob before the familiar husky voice that belongs to none other than Min Yoongi, met your ears.
“What do you think of Y/N Jimin?”
You froze in shock, blood running cold at the too direct question thrown by Yoongi. There was a short silence before Jimin’s answer was heard.
“What? I think she’s really pretty, although she can be very masculine and clumsy.” He answered, a melodic chuckle following closely after. You felt heat rush to your cheeks at that, reminding yourself to be more feminine. There was a drawn out silence before Yoongi spoke again.
“You know that’s not what I mean Jimin”
“What do you mean then?”
Yoongi ran a hand through his hair.
“Do you like Y/N?”
“Of course I–”
“As more than just a friend?” Yoongi deadpanned, and you felt your chest tighten as Jimin fell silent. Your heart was pounding too noisily that you began to worry that they would hear, but it was all drowned out by Jimin’s silence that was all too loud for your preference. You felt paranoid and numb of all emotion except apprehension, and all you wanted was to just run away and forget about the deal you had with Yoongi. Maybe if you do so then you wouldn’t be hurt as much, and your relationship with Jimin would just say the way it was.
Maybe if you just interrupt them right now then Yoongi wouldn’t get the chance to hear Jimin’s answer, and you could talk him into ending the bet, even if it means paying for some high class dinners.
Finding newfound determination, you stood up straight, clearing your throat and plastering a huge smile on yourself as you reached for the door knob again. You managed to fling the door half open, but you couldn’t help but freeze as you processed Jimin’s words that seemed to pierce through your heart painfully like he was made for it.
“No I don’t. She’s only a friend to me, why would you even consider that?”
The textbook fell from your grasp, the sound of the impact causing the two lads to look at your direction, both eyes widening as they take in your appalled state. You were trembling slightly, a lump stuck in your throat and you struggled to breathe evenly, holding your emotions intact as much as you can. You felt absolutely stupid as you remembered the way you gave a meaning to the actions that obviously meant nothing to him at all.
What even made you think that you’d stand a chance in the first place? You’ll always be just a friend to him. You didn’t even reach Korea’s beauty standard and yet you try to get it with one of the members of the hottest idol group. It was either you were delusional or just plain stupid.
You were ashamed to say the least.
Trying to pick up the remnants of your embarrassing state, you quickly picked up the fallen textbook, and with all the strength you have, you put on the brightest smiling face you could muster. Jimin visibly flinched at the obvious front you pulled up, and regret was quickly rising in his system.
He wanted to tell you it wasn’t true, that he didn’t mean it and that he truly felt something for you, but his voice didn’t allow him to, and like a fool, he just stood there staring at you with eyes that held everything and spoke everything.
You gave him a funny look and rolled your eyes.
“What are you looking so regretful about Jiminie?” You asked mockingly, ignoring the way your voice cracked at the end as you walked inside the room and finding it empty except for the two boys. It made it even harder, considering you weren’t in the state where you wanted to confront the two at the same time. Your eyes fell on Yoongi, and you winced at the amount of regret that flashed through it.
You chuckled bitterly.
“Don’t look at me like that Yoongi. I’m perfectly fine see? I just came here to return–”
“Y/n please stop it” You felt your blood boil at Yoongi’s emotionless words. Eyes screwed shut as your jaw clenched at their own accord. He didn’t have to say anything else for you to understand. Fuck, you completely understood what he meant, but you couldn’t shake off the rage that brewed beneath your skin as you remembered how expertly Yoongi made you assume that somebody like Jimin would like you.
You felt like you were being played, and you couldn’t be any happier.
Taking a deep breath, you flashed Yoongi a sarcastic smile, your knuckles clenched together tightly as the urge to throw a goddam punch on his pale face became stronger as seconds passed.
“Stop? Stop what Min Yoongi? Stop returning things you guys left behind or stop entering your goddamn practice room?”
“Y/n you know what I mean”
“Oh of course I know what you mean Yoongi, so maybe you just have to shut your fucking mouth and lay down your pride sometimes. Other than that I have nothing to say, after all I saw this coming, and yes you don’t need to rub it to my face. I was fucking stupid to even believe you in the first place, and look where it got me.” You spat bitterly, every word emphasized for him to get the hint. Yoongi didn’t answer you, and instead looked away, biting his lip to hold back a snarky retort. You could see Jimin’s surprised look at your sudden outburst, and you turned to him, face blank and completely in contrast with the burst of emotions that stirred up in your stomach.
“Jimin.. I just came to tell you that you forgot your textbook” You said, refusing to meet his eyes as you handed it to him, ignoring the sparks that flew into your arm as his skin made in contact with yours.
“Y/n listen, I-I didn’t mean–” You slammed your eyes shut.
“Jimin, just… You don’t – you have nothing to explain Jimin. I completely understand and to be honest it should be me who’s apologizing. Please just – please forget that every happened okay? We can just – let’s just go back to the way we were before – with no special feelings whatsoever.
"I’m completely fine with that so please - ”
“Y/n… you’re crying” You heard Jimin choke out. You cursed under your breath, furiously wiping the stray tears that fell down your now red cheeks. You were trembling furiously at this point, tears endless as you try to wipe at them all at once. Your knees were weak, and it took all your energy to turn around and run. Run away from Jimin, run away from Yoongi, run away from all the pain, and humiliation.
You ran and ran until your legs gave out, which didn’t take too long.
You found yourself inside an empty restroom, falling down helplessly on the tiled floor as you took a deep breath to unleash the scream that has been tingling in the back of your throat ever since the rejection left Jimin’s mouth. Your voice only heightened in volume, and yet you couldn’t give a single fuck as you sobbed as loud as you can, the walls echoing your screams and cries.
You buried your head into your palms, nails digging into your scalp as you fought for control. Your vision was blurred with tears, and you just couldn’t understand what you did to deserve this.
But before you could organize your thought, a loud and urgent knock interrupted you.
You swallowed thickly, knowing exactly who it was behind the white colored door. You didn’t answer, praying intently that he would just stop it and leave.
However, fate doesn’t work like that.
“Y/n I know you’re there. Please open up.” You heard Jimin say, his voice full of frustration as he tried twisting the knob a few times before giving up, and instead opted on banging on the door continuously. Seeing as you weren’t answering him, he tried again, this time, louder and firmer.
“Y/n goddamn it open up! I heard your screams so I’m certain that you’re there”
Jimin gritted his teeth.
“Y/n if you don’t open up right now I’m gonna break the door open” He threatened, and you felt your anger spike.
“Can’t you just leave me the fuck alone Jimin? Why do you even want to see me right now?”
There was a pause.
“It’s because I fucking love you back. Do you understand now?!” He spat out, and before you could stop it, butterflies erupted wildly in your stomach, almost making you unconscious. Your eyes widened and your heart was beating wildly against your ribcage at his sudden confession.
You screwed your eyes shut, smacking your palms against your ears while shaking your head vehemently.
It had to be a lie.
“Y-You’re lying. I-I don’t believe you. Just go away Park Jimin!” You screamed desperately, tone pleading and full of refutation. Jimin felt his heart twinge at your voice, feeling remorse crawl up his spine for what he did. He caused the love of his life pain, just to prevent his pride from getting torn.
He was a coward, and because of that, you had to suffer.
You heard the banging getting louder, a deafening crash following right after. You gasped as you realized that Jimin had knocked down the door, and you cursed, scooting towards the corner of the room to put as much distance as you can to the two of you.
You caught a glimpse of him entering the restroom before you buried your head deeper into your arms, wanting to just disappear into thin air right this moment. Jimin fell on your huddled up form and felt his chest ache at your pained state. Your heard his thundering steps approach you and you sealed your eyes shut as you waited for the worst to come.
You felt your heart leap out of your chest when Jimin pulled your wrist roughly, sending you flying into his hard chest. His arms wrapped around your body securely, his grip rigid and persistent. His scent wafted around you, leaving you breathless and giddy at the pleasant smell of raspberry and wood. Heat rushed to your face at the proximity and you press your small hands against his chest, trying to get him away but failing helplessly as Jimin tightened his hold.
“J-Jimin let me go!” You whisper yelled, still trying to push on his hard torso, ignoring the way his abdominal muscles flexed beneath your fingers. Jimin buried his face into your neck, inhaling your scent deeply as he growled into your ear.
“I’m not letting you go until you explain” he grumbled and you tensed at his words. Does he seriously want you to get even more humiliated than you already are?
“W-What more do I have to fucking say Jimin?” You asked, and you could feel Jimin’s muscles tense at your question. There was a short silence before he answered you with another hesitant question.
“Y/n, do you… like me?”
Your heart stopped, and you could’ve sworn you felt your organs flip at the frank question. There was no way you could deny your feelings for him this time, due to all the crying and screaming the two of you just had. It was all so obvious, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to answer, fearing the rejection that you were sure to receive. You didn’t understand why he wanted you to explain. You didn’t understand why he would even ask a question that had a clear answer. Had he wanted you to become more distraught than you already are? Maybe, and the idea ripped you to shreds.
“Yes Jimin. I like you. Hell, I fucking love you. So please, please don’t make this harder for me, and just forget - ” Jimin pulled away from you, and you gasped as you stared into his dark orbs which held so much emotion that you had to look twice to make sure.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” He growled out, and you flinched at his sudden change of tone, confusion etched on your features as he stared at you incredulously. His grip on your arms were tight, and you winced slightly at the slight pain that emitted from it.
Your eyes travelled back to his face and you felt you heart jump slightly as you found a wide grin on his face, his face filled with glee with a touch of disbelief.
“Holy shit you don’t know how happy I am right now” he said, his grin never leaving his face as he giggled uncontrollably, the sound music to your ears. You tilted your head at him in confusion and he gave you a warm smile, his eyes turning into crescents that never failed to make your heart flutter.
“Just so you know, I wasn’t lying when I said I liked you.” He said and you felt your heart skip a beat. You flushed a light pink and looked away.
“Y-You don’t have to lie you know - ” Jimin grabbed your chin and forced you to look back at him, cheeks burning even more as he stared at you intensely. This can’t be real. It has to be a lie, I mean it’s Park Jimin we’re talking about.
“I’m serious. I-I really didn’t mean what I said there. It’s just that I became scared of the thought that maybe he’ll tell you when I was planning to just keep it to myself thinking that you’d never feel the same way.” He confessed, his face turning into a violent shade of red as he hung his head in shame. Your skin tingled as you take in his words, heart laced in a sudden warmth at his revelation. You could barely believe it.
He liked you back. The Park Jimin liked you back.
This has to be a dream.
You noticed how his gaze fell to your slightly ajar lips, his tongue sweeping out to wet his lips, your eyes unconsciously following. His eyes fluttered to meet yours and the look he had on his face was enough to make your knees weak and for all thought to leave your brain. His eyes were laced with pure affection and longing, making pleasant shivers run up your spine.
The two of you leaned in slowly, eyes fluttering close as your lips connected into a searing kiss that took your breath away. The kiss was gently and intimate, his lips soft as it moved with yours in a smooth rhythm. He tasted way better than you’ve ever imagined, his lips a mini heaven on earth as it greedily claimed yours. His nails dug into your hips as the two of you pulled away, breathing heavily with faces flushed into a soft pink. You both take in each other, wide smiles decorating your face as you lean your foreheads together, relishing the moment.
However, a small and tired grunt disturbed your sweet moment, making both of you snap towards the visitor’s direction, finding a scowling Yoongi at the doorway.
You saw Jimin’s ears turn red when Yoongi gave him a small smirk. Realizing what the small smirk meant, your face went pale, mentally apologizing to your soon to be empty wallet.
Hange hasn’t seen Levi since she had to abruptly leave their hideout to deliver an important message to Erwin. There last bit of together time was torturing Sannes. With her mission in Trost complete, it’s time to get the team back together.
While not exactly a James Bond moment, this panel provided us with a delightful dose of intrigue. We discover that long before the Survey Corps was under attack, Levi and Hange chose “Moppel’s Barn” as rendezvous location complete with code words and nicknames.
I have strong need of the backstory of this, canon or otherwise *looks imploringly at fanfiction writers*. Why was Moppel’s barn chosen? Did it have significance for them. Like special significance? *mind wanders into shippy headcanon*
”A new wind blowing in 3rd season: Seigaku vs Yamabuki!?”
Apparently today after the show ended, they announced two additional casts for Yamabuki team (and twitter kinda exploded, me included). Yes, Yamabuki’s other jimi doubles, Nitobe Inakichi and Kita Ichiuma, finally appear in the musical!
Nitobe will be portrayed by Tonoshiro Yuuma (1992 / 03 / 10) and Kita-kun will be portrayed by Aoki Jin (1992 / 05 / 26). Both played at Live Spectacle Naruto as ensemble casts.