#i was hesitating on adding the hat but i'm really glad i did

[tekablade-chronicles-3]

putting Heismay in cute little outfits, go !

[corrodedseraphine]

dreamland | eddie munson x harrington!reader #18

pairing: eddie munson x harrington!reader

summary: After breaking up with Jason, you end up in a pretend relationship with Eddie to piss your ex off. The more you know each other the more the pretending dissappears.

the story is also avaliable on ao3

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"Munson, if you don't stop moving, I swear I'm about to knock your eye out with this!" you shouted while trying to finish the pirate makeup by painting him with black eyeliner.

"Steve, help, your sister is threatening me!" shouted Eddie.

"It's none of my business, Captain, you should have chosen your crew better!" exclaimed Steve from the other room.

"How about you being able to defend me Buckley?"

"I have no intention of ending up on the blacklist of this crazy woman!"

"I'm sorry hearty, but you're doomed to me," you said finishing the makeup. "Now you look like you're the most dangerous pirate in the world." And the sexiest. You thought. The pirate disguise had a strange effect on you, you had long ago realized that your thoughts about him were not necessarily among the most elegant, but now, as Captain Edward he stirred your imagination even more. His tattoos shone through the airy white shirt. Around his neck, in addition to a pink pick that he hadn't pulled off since the ball, hung a seashell on a red thong that you had rummaged out of your closet. Slightly tight and fabric pants lay perfectly on him, and on his head was a hat from under which curls spilled out. Even the eyes treated with eyeliner worked to attract you. Those big brown eyes you could drown in.

"More dangerous is only my right hand, which wanted to gouge out my eye a moment ago." he laughed while laying down on the bed. You were glad he was feeling more and more comfortable here with each visit.

"I'm an unpredictable madwoman with two guns behind my belt, also be alert." you laughed. Suddenly, the phone rang in the house. You heard Steve go downstairs to answer it so you turned toward Eddie and lay down next to him. "It would be nice to get away," you sighed. "Disappear somewhere in a fantasy world."

"What do you mean?" Eddie asked.

"Wouldn't you like to just disappear sometimes? Create your own world, your own adventure, and hole up in it?"

"I think probably everyone feels like that," said Eddie.

"Imagine that now we suddenly move to another reality and we really are pirates. Life at sea, fighting sea beasts, dueling with other ships, a complete escape from Hawkins 1986." You smiled slightly. "Nothing but adventure, drinking rum and the wind in my hair," you added.

"If only I had a guarantee that an unpredictable madwoman and her two guns would be there with me then I would agree without hesitation," he said. If only he could he would sail every sea and every ocean with you. He would sail to the end of the world and even further for you.

"We have a problem." Steve interrupted you by entering the room. "Dustin called and his family gave them an unannounced visit, so he has to cancel the party."

"Poor kid." sighed Eddie.

"He must be awfully sad right now," you said. You felt sorry for him, you all knew how much he cared about the party. "What if we did the party at our place? His parents are gone, we have everything we need. We can't let him sit alone on his birthday. Besides, it's not why I spent several hours on making costumes to not use them now!"

"All in all, it's not such a stupid idea." Steve said.

"Eddie and I will go get Dustin, and you get the grill out of the garage. Robin you can call the rest and say that the party is at our place."

"Yes, Captain!" shouted Robin saluting.

"Ahoy adventure!" You said getting out of bed.

When you arrived in front of Henderson's house there were three cars standing in the driveway. You parked on the opposite side of the street and got out of the car. People looked at you strangely, but you weren't surprised. It's not every day you get to see a pair of pirates strolling the streets of Hawkins. Being in front of the house you wanted to knock on the door, but Eddie dragged you to the back of the house explaining that he had a better idea. Seeing that the window to Dustin's room was open he boosted you up so that you could climb through it. As you landed clumsily on the floor you noticed the boy sitting on the bed. He was looking at the cloak when, hearing a noise, he turned his head toward you. Immediately after you, Eddie jumped into the room. Landing much better than you, he took out a wooden saber from behind his belt and approached Dustin with it, putting it to his throat.

"This is kidnapping, you land rat. Do as we say, if you value your life." He said in a serious voice, "Take your clothes in your bag and follow us to the ship. Don't even try to run away, this crazy woman has two guns and won't hesitate to use them." He nodded in your direction. Dustin wordlessly with a smile on his lips jumped out of the window, Eddie right behind him. When it was your turn you hesitated. Never one for agility, you knew that with your luck you were about to break an ankle.

"I've got you." Said Eddie seeing it. As you jumped down he grabbed you around the waist, where your shirt had rolled up. His hands were warm and left a pleasant feeling on your skin. Making sure you were safely standing on the ground already, he turned to Dustin. He grabbed the black scarf hanging from his pocket and blindfolded him with it.

"What are you doing?" laughed Dustin.

"Silence!" shouted Eddie "Otherwise I'll throw you to the sharks to eat." He really got into character. The sight was charming, a smile crept onto your lips on its own seeing him do his best to make Dustin feel better. When you got back to your place he locked him in the bathroom and told him to change into his costume. Seeing Dustin dressed as a Zorro he blindfolded him again and led him out into the garden. There everyone was already waiting. Robin was dressed as a secret spy, Steve as a cowboy, Max and Lucas as something like zombies, Mike as a knight and Jeff and Gareth wrapped in toilet paper pretending to be mummies. Even Nancy showed up in a Red Riding Hood costume. In addition to the barbecue, they also set up a ping pong table that hadn't been used in ages. Balls and a pump were pounded on the grass. A cassette player from the house was brought outside, ABBA hits could be heard from the speakers. It was clear that Steve cared about making the party a success. After all, Dustin was his favorite.

"Sometimes I get the feeling that he loves this kid more than me," you told Eddie laughing. In a quick motion, you pulled Dustin's blindfold off his eyes. "Happy birthday Dusty-bun!" you shouted.

"Holy shit!" he shouted jumping up and down. "I love you guys!" he ran up and simultaneously embraced you and Eddie.

"We love you too, kid," said Eddie squeezing him close. When he walked away from you he went to thank the others. Meanwhile, you and Robin brought meat for the barbecue, and when you returned to the kitchen you started to prepare some salad.

"Damn, she looks so hot in that outfit..." sighed Robin while slicing a cucumber.

"I recommend you look at your hands from time to time because you're about to cut your finger off." you laughed.

"Sorry, but just look at her, she looks so good in this red!" You looked from behind the countertop toward the open door to the patio. Everyone was standing in a circle bouncing a ball. In fact, Nancy looked very good as a red hood, but after a while your gaze focused on someone else entirely. Eddie even running after the ball looked amazing. You didn't know what had gotten into you. You had been having all sorts of thoughts about him for a long time, but never this often.

"Okay, this time you're the one staring, and we know exactly who you're staring at. The captain must have launched the ship of your imagination into a very stormy sea, because you are even redder than this tomato." She lifted the vegetable in her hand. "Will you finally talk to him?"

Her words brought you back down to earth. "You'd better focus on the cucumber." You replied and went back to slicing. After finishing the salad you wanted to put some of the products in the refrigerator, when you opened it you saw that beers and a bottle of rum were chilling there. You grinned and took everything out onto the countertop.

"Did our babysitter decide to loosen up today?" you asked.

"You don't even know how hard it was for me to persuade him to do that. But he finally let go. At times I wonder how that man got the title of party king." Robin said rolling his eyes.

"He has changed terribly over the past few years. You know yourself that fighting Demogorgons or Mind Flayer is not one of the best experiences. At the end of the day, we all changed because of it, each in our own way. Even these kids had to grow up, this trauma will stay with us for the rest of our lives." you shrugged your shoulders. "But today is not the day for such talk. Today we're having fun land rat, grab your food and I'll take care of those magic drinks." you smirked while grabbing the bottles.

The food was delicious, and the sound of laughter and conversation spread around the table. Dustin was terribly insistent that you let them drink beer, but you were defiant. He resentfully stated that you shouldn't either because you weren't 21, but then Eddie pulled out his magic card that if he didn't stop complaining he wouldn't let him into the next Hellfire meeting, which caused him to immediately change the subject. After eating, the idea of a ping pong tournament came up. You divided into pairs, determining the order of play. Due to the fact that there were an odd number of you, Nancy offered to be on a team with Robin and Mike. It started with Steve and Dustin versus Robin and Nancy. The game turned out to be a great idea, you can't remember the last time you laughed so much. You spent more time chasing the ball than actually playing, but no one was angry about it. Time flew by, more and more alcohol was disappearing, which put you in an even sillier mood, plus hardly anyone could actually hit the ball. It was slowly starting to get dark, and Jeff and Gareth went home. The final of your tournament was reached by Max with Lucas and Dustin, who exchanged Steve for Mike, claiming that in this state he didn't need him for anything. In this way Steve became a referee. Taking the opportunity that no one is sitting at the table you decided to clean up the dishes, seeing this Eddie immediately came to help you. 

"We may be the best pirates in the world, but we definitely shouldn't be playing ping pong," laughed Eddie as he handed you the plates. You rinsed them with water and put them down in the sink.

"It wasn't so bad, we even managed to hit a ball from time to time!" you wiped your hands in a kitchen towel and turned towards him. "We need to play more often then maybe we can finally beat them one day," you said. you said pointing your head in their direction.

"I'm already looking forward to training together hearty." he said walking up to you. The closer he got, the faster your heart was beating.

"Me too, captain." you said quietly taking the hat off his head and putting it on yourself.

"I already know what our secret weapon would be." Eddie smiled.

"Hm?"

"With that look, you could definitely turn any captain's head. You'd seduce them, and I'd rob their ships in the meantime. They would be so enamored with you that no one would pay any attention to me."

"Sounds good, but what would happen after the theft? Would you leave me there with them?"

"Never in my life, you are more valuable than any chest full of gold and diamonds."

"I like that answer." You smiled.

"I know." He replied and erasing the last remaining centimeters of space between you he kissed you. He tasted of rum and his lips were hot. Without a moment's thought you reciprocated the kiss. You had been dreaming about it all evening. What is more, this kiss was different. The ones that came between you at school and other public places when you were pretending were gentle and tender, this time it was strong and filled with desire. You knew you couldn't stay in the kitchen, you were visible from the terrace, and you didn't want anyone to ruin this moment for you. Tearing your lips away from Eddie's for a moment, you grabbed his hand and dragged him to the stairs leading upstairs, turning off the kitchen light afterwards.

"y/n..." wheezed Eddie when on the stairs you pulled him to you and kissed him again.

"Don't say anything." You replied by throwing your arms around his neck. At that your shirt lifted up showing a piece of skin. Munson took the opportunity to put his hands there. Feeling his touch on your skin and his thumbs incredibly close to your bra you let out an uncontrollable moan. When this sound reached his ears, he became more confident. Your blood was bubbling in your veins and your heart was pounding like crazy. You wanted him. And he wanted you just as much. That was all that mattered at the moment. Nothing else. The kisses became more and more passionate and needy. You were thirsty for each other. Almost without pulling away from one another you reached the door of your room. There Eddie leaned your back against the wall.

"Y/n..." he said. But you didn't want to hear anything.

"Don't say anything, please." you whispered pulling him close to you. You didn't want to know what he had to say. You weren't thinking clearly now, and you desperately wanted him. You were afraid that when you heard what he had to say everything would disappear. It would dissolve like a soap bubble. What you didn't know, however, was that in that moment he was ready to confess everything he felt to you, but your shushing stopped him. In that moment he was ready to confess everything he felt to you, but your shushing stopped him. However, he hoped that actions would express the same thing he wanted to convey to you verbally. Gripping tighter, he propped you up slightly, and you jumped up wrapping your legs around him all the while engulfed in a whirlwind of kisses. Eddie, holding you by the buttock with one hand with the other, opened the door to your room. Finding himself inside, he closed it and turned so that you were again against the wall. His lips headed downward after a moment, leaving a path of kisses on your neck. Tilting your head to the side to make more room for him, you accidentally hit the light switch with it.

"Fuck." you heard. You froze hearing a voice definitely not Eddie's. You quickly moved away from each other and looked toward your bed. The bed where Robin was. And Nancy. Half naked covering each other with a blanket. You didn't know who was more shocked, you or them.

"We didn't see anything!" said Eddie and quickly ran out of the room dragging you behind him. It still didn't occur to you what had just happened. You stood as if you were stunned every now and then shifting your gaze from the door to Eddie. The two of you looked at each other like that for a while, until finally you unexpectedly burst out laughing.

"Was that real? Am I already so drunk that I'm hallucinating?" you asked after a moment.

"I have no idea." He replied placing a kiss on your lips. This time gentle and calm. "We should get back to them before they start suspecting something," he said. Reluctantly, you nodded. You didn't want to go back, you wanted to finish what you had started in the kitchen, but you knew he was right. If you had been gone too long surely someone would have gone upstairs to look for you.

"That was crazy," you said as you walked downstairs.

"Fortunately, tomorrow we'll be able to blame everything on alcohol." The problem was that you didn't want to explain certain things by the fact that you were drunk. 

"Where have you been?" Dustin asked, seeing you downstairs. "We were just about to pick out movies to watch. Steve brought a bunch of new horror movies and said we could stay for a late-night marathon!"

"Sounds great!" you said, ignoring his question.

"Where's Nancy and Robin?" Steve asked.

"Oh..." You looked at Eddie with questioning eyes.

"Poor Buckley has been feeling a little worse, and good-natured Wheeler is supporting her in these hard times." He said. "Where do we start?"

All the seats on the couch were already taken so together Eddie, Dustin and Steve sat down on the floor. After a long while Robin and Nancy joined you.

"Are you feeling better now, Robin? Maybe I'll make you some tea?" suggested Steve.

Seeing her confused face you stepped in, "They were worried about where you disappeared to, so we told I'm the truth, that you felt worse, I hope you are not angry."

"No, of course not. Thank you."

"We're doing a movie marathon!" interjected Dustin.

The girls took their seats next to you on the floor and also started watching. After a long time, everyone assumed a more reclining pose. You and Steve brought blankets and pillows from your rooms, hoping that this would make the floor more comfortable. Eddie was half-sitting leaning against the couch, while you lay with your head on his thighs with your legs curled up. You felt him gently playing with your hair, and when he did it around your neck your body was pierced with pleasure. You were watching movies until everyone fell asleep in front of the TV.

[fakeloveaskblog]

*Hugs Remus*

Everything is gonna be okay

*Summons a plushie for Remy under their pillow so maybe Virgil doesn't see*

Remy, are you doing okay?

(I'm not good at advice giving like that other anon with the long asks (In my head I just call them demon) but I wanna help so pluchies and hugs.)

~Ghost

(implied U!virgil)

Remus jumped from surprise when he felt the hug. He moved the glass bottle over his head as he turned around. When he saw it was just you he lowered it again and relaxed.

"Jeez dude I nearly gave you one hell of a wound. Sorry, still a bit out of it, makes me extra jumpy" He grinned "I can still hit it over your head if you want"

He threw the bottle against the brick wall instead. It flied off into dozens upon dozens of pieces. He had a whole pile of bottles next to him.

"I found them in the dumpster behind 7-eleven! Pretty neat huh! I also found this!" He motioned for the sandwich he was holding "But I mean uhm I found it inside the shop" (He'd added pickles, mustard and sprinkles to it)

He let out a little laugh as he threw another bottle.

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You were lucky really. Virgil had just left to do an errand when you sent the plushie. It landed beneath the pillow and since Remy was laying curled up with their head against it they obviously felt it.

They moved their arm, slowly, to take it out. It was a brightly yellow plush snake. It's lil snake tongue was sticking it, it had striking brown eyes and a small hat on it's head. Remy bleeped back at it before settling on a tired smile.

When they heard your voice however they visibly got startled. Their body tried to move but quickly stopped when the pain got worse. They did however turn their head to quickly glance around the room.

"holy shit? one of the ghosts?" For a moment it actually looked like they were going to cry "i- you all had been kinda quiet for a while- i kinda maybe thought like y'all had started hating me. im just like. im feeling a bit alone right now. sometimes. but im. im glad youre here"

Hugging the snake close to their chest made their joints hurt but they did it anyway. They rubbed it's soft fur against their cheek for comfort. They hesitated before answering.

"i....i dont think im...okay....im so nauseous and tired and exhausted and my head spins and everything hurts and sometimes- i just kinda wanna go into a coma until my body is better. i hate my body so much. everything with it. everything. and virgil-"

They gulped. The plushie had a faint smell of lemons and lime. Like the shampoo Janus used.

They lowered their voice even "virgil.....virgil....did a mistake....and...and i know he's sorry and it will- it cant ever happen again....but i still feel so...so...." Their words trailed off.

It hurt to move their neck. The bruise was still there.

"i...i really hope i can talk to picani soon. dr picani. my head feels so fucking full of thoughts it like hurts. i dont like remember what day it is. im so stupid. my memory is just. it just hurts too much my eyes are all blurry. i was gonna have a session on wednesday i think? do you know what day it is? i hope my session is soon. i mean i probs cant go but i can call him right? he would do that right? but then i cant talk about it- i mean- virgil would- virgil is nice sorry i dunno what im talking about im so stupid"

A small wince left their lips. They buried their head against the plushie.

"im so horrible. im so horrible. i shouldnt want to. i shouldnt want to talk to janus or remus. i shouldnt. i feel so guilty. they probs hate me. they havent messaged me or anything. my head is spinning so much but i think they havent messaged me i mean. sorry everything is a blur. it hurts so bad. the air in here is too dirty. its too much smoke. i cant breathe. i shouldnt want to talk to them. im sorry. i shouldnt"

Their eyes were red from sleep deprivation. Their ribs hurt a bit extra from hunger. Their stomach was so empty they could hear the water go down when they drank. Their hair was a mess and their dysphoria hadn't been this bad in a long while. They felt so disgusting like this.

"Sorry gal im tots rambling" Their lip wobbled a little "its just really really nice to talk to someone. someone who isnt virgil. sometimes its like hes a wall and it just gets so fucking frustrating only talking to him. but i have to! or i'll literally go fucking insane! my- im in too much pain to be able to focus on any show or video or social media. all i can do is just lay here and be stuck in my stupid thoughts! unless he's here to talk to! and he's just so fucking wall like lately its driving me nuts! but i- dont tell him that. i love him"

They looked down into the yellowing sheets. There was some ash on the floor. Some stumped out cigarettes as well. Piles of dirty clothes. Empty water bottles. Dust that had collected into entire lumps.

"...i love him...i cant leave anyway.......i cant even walk to the door...." They mumbled.

Their eyelids had gotten so heavy. It was like they were sinking down into the sheets. The pain was so bad it felt like they were going to throw up. The plushie helped. If just by comforting them.

"sorry....sorry gal...just talking is draining...i have so little energy....please....please talk to me again....please.....i just wanna talk to you and picani and- and- yknow. sorry. i think...i think im gonna sleep for a bit"

[guigz1-coldwar]

'Trying' : an new chapter for "The woman with an strange name" is out ! (Warning : NSFW +18)

"Trying" (NSFW +18)

Chapter Summary : Talking with the sheriff & the priest about her doubts of her love for the women did make Bell an little bit confident but to fully know the truth, she may have to try that for real....

To read it on AO3, click here !

Taglist : @snowgoldwaylon , @clxudtea , @efingart , @smokeywhalee (If anyone want to be added, feel free to tell me, same thing for my main fic "Redemption of an Spirit in an Cold War')

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This was now one of the main questions that Bell was asking herself : was she in fact loving womens after all ? In her life, she never got the chance to actually been with someone as she wasn't seeing herself as an wife of an husband and also because the guy that were trying to make their moves on her wasn't this polite and acting like jerks. That did caused her to stay alone for an large part but now, she grew up and she maybe wanted some company but....was she really thinking an future with someone else....another woman ?

She needed to know but now before trying to know, she decided to do the things she was thinking of : she came back to see the gunsmith Frank Woods to get her new Winchester 1886, some bullets with it and an special holstler for the rifle to put at her back and like she thought, she had to face the inevitable questions of him about who was the famous gunslingers that learned her to shoot but she always managed to keep the secret up when she left the shop.

After that, she was gone to see the doctor Sims for her horse and this time, she prefer to not ask him further questions about Adler and then, after that, she was going back to the sheriff where she could take her 'deputy star', unofficialy making her the newest & first female deputy in the city of Redemption before she returned to her hotel room to keep her new rifle in safety, only bringing it when she will be 'on duty', now waiting for the night.

The night came and it was sounding like an party in the saloon near by and of course, Bell was already looking interested so she left her hotel room and thinking to see the sheriff at his office, he wasn't. In fact, when she entered the saloon, she could see in the bar and he wasn't alone. There were also the doctor and the gunsmith and the sheriff was the only one to not drink.

"Seems that your deputy is here, Laz'" Sims signaled to him her arrival near the bar counter where she was already making an sign to the bartender that she wasn't going to order anything.

"That star is looking fine on you, miss." Woods complimented, pointing at the yellow star on Bell's white shirt while she was moving next to the sheriff.

"Thank you, Woods." She thanked him, putting her arms on the bar counter.

"So, how's things here ?" She asked to the three of them, looking at the saloon through the mirror behind the counter, seeing an lot of people here....also armed one...."Looking like the mayor is bringing another party." She thought to herself in an low voice.

"Like usual, trying to live normally when the situation isn't normal at all." Woods was the one to reply, taking another sip of his beer as Sims almost nudged him in an friendly way, warning him he was maybe speaking an bit up.

"Adler is making another party but don't put hopes up because it ain't for us." Azoulay explained to Bell, the only one that was also like Bell : not looking around, just blank stare in front of them through the mirror.

"I wasn't going to hope for that." She muttered, thinking about it because why Adler would celebrate the fact that he reinstated the sheriff here...something he is already controlling like this whole town now. "Is he here ?"

"Yeah and guess with who ?" The sheriff whispered, making an discreet sign with his head to show where Adler was and already knowing who was that 'who', Bell couldn't resist to peak her head discreetly and for one second to see Adler, his right arm holding Miss Park firmly on that couch....she was very lovely to look at but Bell might need to think of something else as she wouldn't want to reenact the events of three days ago. "I knew you couldn't resist."

"I was just curious." She defended herself, trying to stay cool and managing to keep her look on the boys.

"Everyone is curious here, miss Bell." Sims stated, his glass in his hands as he was knowing well that word....people are getting curious, that's something usual in this city. "If someone wasn't curious here, it wouldn't be normal." He added, laughting an little.

"He got that right." Woods exclaimed, finishing his beer before his eyes went on Bell. "Come on, miss Bell, tell me how did you learn to shoot ?" He demanded, still insistant on the subject and she rolled her eyes on it.

"Again ?" She mumbled in an funny way.*

"Just give me an clue of who could have teach all of this !" He suggested and it was an first as he was always demanding about the person that she has been teached the art of shooting with an gun and by the look of it, the sheriff & the doctor wanted to know too now.

"Fine, just one clue." She resigned herself to tell him one little thing about her skills. "You ever heard about the Gunfight at O.K. Corrall ?" She asked them with an smile on her face as eyes went wide on her, everyone was knowing well of that event because it happened in Arizona and the person who participated.

"No, you got to be shitting me, miss." Woods couldn't believe it and more when she shook her head to him. "Who is the one teaching you ?" He questioned her but she shook her head again as she had given an clue, not the whole response.

"An deal is an deal, Woods." She scoffed.

"She got that right." The sheriff repeated the same words Woods used before as he wasn't also believing this clue too but less curious than Woods. "Seriously, I can't believe that it was one of the participants of that gunfight." He added, speaking to Bell about this.

"It's the truth but I'm keeping the secret." She affirmed again, turning around to put her elbows on the bar, looking around. "You will maybe know if you stop been too curious." She claimed, precisely targeting Woods with her words.

"Fine." He groaned, putting his empty glass on the bar counter before he looked up at the first floor. "Seems that the girls are watching us." He stated, causing the three others to look with him to an group of prostitutes that were having their eyes on the group before they started to move to get down, Bell seeing one of the girls that was only focused on her....only her...

"Shit, don't blush !" She thought to herself as two of the ladies were walking down the stairs including the one who was looking at Bell.

"You looking fine, Sergeant Woods." One of the prostitutes started, already putting her hands on Woods left arm.

"Miss Petrov, you also feeling lovely." He stated, knowing her well....was it love in the air between the two ? By the look of it...yes ! "Are you free ?" He asked, sounding like an shy man.

"I'm always free for you, sergeant." She replied, putting her hands on his before she start to move away with him outside the saloon for fun maybe, now leaving the others at the bar counter.

"You seems an bit...blushing, miss Bell." The prostitute that were looking at Bell commented as Bell was really blushing here at the sight of the woman in front of her that was looking so lovely too.

"Miss Bell is an bit shy, Maxis." The sheriff responded at Bell's place, giving her name to the prostitute.

"Uhm...yeah....I'm....yeah, I'm blushing." Bell admited in an loss of words, speechless at looking at Maxis before suddenly, she could feel Maxis hands coming to grab hers..."Uhm..." She was looking an bit uncomfortable.

"I think that I can help you with that, where's your room ?" Maxis demanded to her, an smile on her face as Bell was like becoming red on her face, her blushing taking over.

"Come on, you can do this." The sheriff encouraged her positively since he learned about her doubts on her sexuality, giving some strenght for Bell to move and to react.

"Follow me." She ordered in an low & stunned voice, still holding Maxis hands as the two start to leave the saloon.

Oh...my... That was the first thought that Bell got in her mind when she saw that woman taking her hands in her own, feeling for the first time, the nice feeling of an woman skin along her hands and still, she was looking blushing all along the way by that. This night was maybe going to be her night where she will know if yes or no, she is in fact loving women and it was looking that this miss Maxis was willing to help without any hesitations in her head.

Also, she was feeling troubled about what the others could feel about this but she was mixed between thinking about it or mostly to not give an simple fuck to the opinions on the others about what she feels. Of course like she predicted, the hotel receptionist sighed at seeing her before getting an jaw drop when he saw her accompanied by another woman as the two were climbing up the stairs before they arrived in Bell's hotel room.

"Here we are." Bell spoke up when they were inside the hotel room, closing the door after letting Maxis getting inside her room.

"You're sounding very low, darling." Maxis notificed that by hearing Bell's voice. "What's wrong ?" She asked her as Bell decided to get sit on the end of the bed.

"It's just that...it's my first time." Bell responded honestly with her thoughts.

"There's always an first time for everything." Maxis reassured her, going in front of Bell still standing before she start to remove Bell's light brown hat off her head in an delicate way.

"Yeah but I never kissed anyone in my life and it's my first time with an woman, miss Maxis." Bell corrected as tonight is going to be an first time for an lot of things : kissing, be with an woman and now....seems that sex was also an part of it....

"Well, I'm glad to be your first experience." Maxis said before she put her hand on Bell's shoulder, gesturing to her to lie down on the bed, Bell complying to her orders and slowly crawling backwards ont he bed as Maxis was getting on top of her in an slowly & sexy way. "And...please, call me Sam, I'm your friend."

"Alright, Sam." Bell whispered as she was seeing Sam on top of her, both heads almost close each other and the two were looking at each other in the eyes until Sam...Maxis...decided to make the first move by pulling her lips on top of Bell's one, giving her first kiss in her life. Maxis was making sure that this kiss was going to be an good memory and it was working, Bell slowly moving the movement and getting her hands along Maxis's waist with her fingerless gloves....she was liking it. "That's...wonderful." Bell stated after the two broke the kiss after an minute.

"I like it too." Maxis affirmed as she was amazed by the taste of those lips before her hands start to slowly get on Bell's white shirt, touching her breasts before slowly unbutting her shirt. "I want to know more about you, miss Bell." She added, still doing her things.

"Yes, Sam." Bell breathed, feeling her shirt going off by Maxis, it was sure that she was slowly getting her emotions took over herself as she was really liking it.

"Don't worry, I did fucked with more women then man and honestly, women were always better." Maxis revealed to Bell in an normal voice after she finished to unbutton her shirt, seeing the little white bra covering Bell's breasts, putting her hands to feel them in it....god, those breasts were amazing to touch as Maxis thought. "In fact, I prefer to please women." She added, peaking her eyes to Bell's one, an smile on her face.

"Please me then." Bell's voice was cracking as she wanted to know, she was impatient...Maxis make her impatient and willing to try now..."Sam, just do it." She pleaded, starting to moan as Maxis were touching her nipples with her fingers.

"As you wish, Bell." Maxis smiled before she start to move her hands away to remove Bell's black pants away, thinking that it was in fact better to remove that type of clothes than the usual robes of the others women she had sex with. Of course, Bell moved an little to help Maxis to remove her pants, revealing the white underwear. "What an sight !" Maxis complimented Bell before she get her head near Bell's scrotch. "Don't panick, Bell, I'm here." She recomforted her as it was her first time, no need to go hard.

"Yes, Sam." Bell repeated again, breathless as she could feel Maxis head near her panties before feeling it get moved aside, now...her clit now been seeing by Maxis. "Oh..." She moaned when Maxis blow some air at her clit.

"Don't worry, I'm here." Maxis reassured her again before she start to move her lips on Bell's clit to make an little kiss and then, she start to slowly lick Bell's clit with her tongue and Bell was silently moaning, her hands grabbing the bed itself as she was getting excited to be able to discover the pleasure of another woman. She was loving it now more than ever. Feeling Maxis's tongue licking her clit was really new and so...nice to feel, even starting to put her left hand on her breast.

"Oh my god !" Bell groaned an bit louder as long as Maxis was continuing her business down there more faster than before and then, she was now feeling like an finger entering her clit, doubling the pleasure she's been given and excitation was getting higher until Maxis kept the finger she inserted and moved to get back on top of Bell, starting to kiss her right breast. "Sam !" She said, getting fingered and having her right nipple kissed by Maxis.

"Bell, you're wonderful." Maxis told her clearly, taking an second before continuing to kiss her nipples as she was still fingering her clit and like she was thinking about, more she was doing it, more Bell was getting close to squirt for the first time and that what she did. She removed her finger at the moment she saw Bell's face and the second after, Bell was squirting on her bed and an bit on the floor, her emotions finally taking over her. "Did I hurt you ?" Maxis asked, an bit worried.

"No...you were perfect." Bell replied in an low & lovely voice, bringing an smile on both faces. "I....I want to continue but..."

"It's okay if you don't want to continue." Maxis cut her gently, staying right on top of her but Bell shook her head.

"No, it's just that...it is possible to continue but not tonight ?" She demanded as she was looking exhausted after this long day and now, having been pleased by this lovely woman named Sam...Maxis..."I loved your passion & your style." Bell added, telling the truth.

"Of course, we can continue tomorrow." Maxis responded, landing an little friendly kiss on Bell's lips before she moved aside to lie down next to Bell. "If you let me sleep here...." She smirked at Bell, getting her arm around Bell's chest.

"Yes, Sam, you can." Bell agreed, looking at Maxis installing herself comfortably on her bed, her arms still around her as she was feeling so new & changed now. Her doubts in head weren't longer doubts and it was real for her....

She was surely loving women...she can feel it now !

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The Family Business - GTA AU, destiel included

AN: Just added a new chapter. Thanks to everyone who checked this out!!

Chapters: 9/?

Words: 13385

Summary/blurb:

A now retired Dean Smith runs into trouble with the gang known as The Demons, to pay them back he has to get together a team for one last job but when his little brother Sam strolls back into town that one final job might not actually be the last.

(GTA V AU with a bit of Destiel on the side)

Link to AO3

Link to trailer

Prologue

The door blew off causing a cloud of dust to accumulate, covering the three men. The cloth masks over their mouth and nose protecting them from breathing it in but not from getting it in their eyes.

"For fuck sake. Who planned that?". Dean shouted wiping his eyes and pulling down the black cloth. "Sonofabitch".

"Forget that. All that matters is that we get past the cops. You can buy a new pair of eyes after this". Sam joked, smiling at his older brother as he let his rifle hang from it's strap on his right shoulder so he could tuck the bit of hair that had fell out back into his woolly hat.

"Guys". The third man said bringing them back to reality. "You take the left", he pointed at Dean. "I'll take the right and Sam can take the rest".

"Alright. Go!". Sam said opening the garage door and running out to hide behind one of the pillars. He began shooting at the police but the other two weren't behind him.

"Cas, promise me something?". Dean said hiding on the left side of the exit. He nodded from the other side. "Don't die".

"I'll try my best". Was his only reply before he ran out into the war zone.

Dean followed a moment later and soon after they were running through the snow towards the get away car. Jumping over bodies and swerving through the various cars they'd layed to waste. At one point Cas slipped on some black ice and hit the ground. Hard.

"Shit". Dean exclaimed as he ran back to help him up. "This isn't the time to fuck up. You promised". Cas just smiled and took Dean's gloved hand and soon they were off again, except he couldn't help but limp from landing on his left thigh.

Dean slowed down to help him to the car but panicked slightly when he heard the distant sirens getting closer, losing balance and falling. Taking Cas with him as he did.

"Is this a test for me to keep the promise?". Cas smiled at Dean as they both got up and made their way to the car.

"Took you long enough". The driver complained as they piled into the blood red van. "Aw shit". She said as the red and blue sirens appeared behind them. "Hold on tight".

"Just get to the train tracks and we'll be good". Sam said sitting in the passenger seat. Just as he had finished speaking a bullet shot through the front windscreen hitting the driver straight through her left eye.

"Jo! No!". Dean shouted in shock as he almost leaped forward to grab her. Somehow convincing himself she was alright in the second it took him to react.

Sam managed to grab the wheel before the van drove straight into the frozen lake and get it back on track. Except Jo's now limp foot was pressing on the acceleration, making the vehicle almost impossible for Sam to drive.

"Dean, she's gone". Cas said pulling him into the back seat and holding him down.

Hesitantly Sam opened the driver door and pushed her body out onto the road before slipping into the drivers seat and taking control of the van.

"What the fuck!". Dean said from the back seat.

"I had to Dean. She's gone". Was Sam's reply. "I'm sorry".

"Cas. Don't you fucking dare die. You promised". Dean turned to Cas and said almost in tears. "I can't lose you too".

"I'm not going anywhere". He replied and turned back to watching the cops. Dean kept watching him however. It was as if the world went silent, there were no sirens or Sam making a plan off the top of his head. It was just Castiel, the guy he had dragged into this life looking out of a window of a car.

Not really thinking it through he reached out and rested his hand on Castiel's. Except the second Cas turned to look at him they swerved around the corner sending Dean face first into the window. They made it across the tracks by the skin of their teeth. Except the train just clipped the back of the van sending it spinning until it hit a tree. The three of them crawled out before it caught fire.

"We've got like a minute before we're done". Sam told the other two as they partly limped, partly ran through the deep snow towards the log cabins a few meters away. "Scratch that, 30 seconds". He said as the sirens became auditable.

All of a sudden Cas hit the ground along with Dean a second later. Sam ran for cover as the two men on the ground groaned in pain. "Run. We're done for. Sam go!". Dean yelled but his brother was resistant. He opened fire on the three police cruisers now firing at him. "For fuck sake, Sammy. Get out of here!". Hesitant Sam did what his brother told him and made a run for it.

Dozens of armed officers chased him but he was too far ahead to be caught nevermind seen through the thick fog that was now forming. He was gone before they even had a chance.

Dean still dreams about his funeral. Every once in a while he wakes in a sweat from watching a coffin with supposedly himself in it being lowered into the frozen ground. His "friends" mourning at his graveside.

Castiel didn't get such luxuries. He was told no one would be looking for him. His lack of criminal record before this helped his case and he got away free because of the deal Dean made with the FIB.

Except they could never see each other again. Even mention the other to someone because of Dean's new identity. They both still regret their last meeting in that dim, cramped confession room.

"What kind of deal did you make, Dean? I'm a free man and you're what? Ratting everyone out?". Castiel said after shooting up from his seat at the desk as Dean closed the door behind him.

"No. What? This isn't Goodfellas". He replied sitting down across from his friend. "The entire thing was planned but then Sam had to go and shoot that guard. Shit hit the fan after that".

"What? What do you mean it was planned". Castiel asked shifting in his chair.

"About a month ago I met Victor Henriksen. He promised me a new identity and a new life. A clean start if I let him kill me in a heist and leave this behind. I didn't mean for you to get shot. Or Jo to. Look it all got out of control but we're fine. Maybe this is Goodfellas actually". He explained. Not believing the last part himself.

"Fine? Jo is dead, Sam is gone. I have a bullet wound going through my shoulder. That's a strange way to define fine. You betrayed us, Dean. I'm glad I don't have to see you again". Castiel said. A lump growing in this throat as he stood up and faced away from him.

"Cas. Come on. I'm getting on now. I can't keep doing this forever. I never ment for you to get involved". Dean said trying to save the situation as he stood up and walked towards Castiel.

"If I ever see you again, you'll wish I hadn't". He said and walked straight past him and out of the door. Letting it slam behind him.

The empty coffin they buried in the ground wasn't the death of Dean Winchester. The slam of that door was the real nail in the coffin because after that day Dean Winchester ceased to exist.

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"I didn't exactly get... Invited to any festivities." Abby confessed. "Not that I was desperate to go watch the football and get beers with the fellas at the station." She turned up her Bostonite accent for humor, usually she sounded more articulate, but her face fell. "Even Mark prefers to go to a smaller, darker bar. They roll their eyes at me, they don't think I notice but I do. I'm like the Mary Anning of the department, I do all I can to contribute to the team but I'm constantly treated like I was born yesterday. I'm just the lab rat, or, god forbid, The Girl, not even the woman, the girl. Or worse than that, sometimes, I prefer not to repeat in polite company." She sighed, as if it was a relief to get all this off her chest. "It makes me feel alone, which I'm used to. But it's hard being told constantly that being honest is rude, or unladylike, and makes me difficult to work with. So I make myself agreeable, easy, for their sake more than mine."

Finally, she smiled, a real one. John was the only person who really saw this side of her, who was more than just kind and timid, but a woman who contained multitudes, and was frustrated. "It's fine, though." She gently took John's hand, knowing she has little time in his life left to do so. "I'd rather spend today with an actual friend. And I like spending time with you, John. It's precious time."

HE’D BECOME SURPRISINGLY CLOSE WITH ABBY over the past few months. Of course, she had no idea that he was the very man she and her department had been trying to find, and she didn’t NEED to know that. She did, however, know about his cancer diagnosis, and John had to wonder if she’d still be this attentive and nice to him if he wasn’t dying. He figured she probably would be. She seemed to enjoy his company, SURPRISINGLY ENOUGH.

“You shouldn’t have to do that.” He wasn’t just saying that, he TRULY BELIEVED IT. He hesitated for a moment before continuing. “There was a girl I used to work with — about your age.” Little did she know he was talking about Amanda. “Do you know how few women work in civil engineering? Almost EVERYONE underestimated her, so much so that she started to underestimate HERSELF. But I knew what she was capable of. So, I gave her… a DIFFICULT TASK to complete, one that many of my coworkers didn’t expect her to be able to complete without assistance.”

He smiled, thinking of how far she’d come since her test. Amanda was a fast learner, and John truly was PROUD OF HER. “She succeeded, as I knew she would, and no one ever dared to underestimate her again. Not only did she succeed, but she gained CONFIDENCE.” He moved his gaze back to Abby. She understood the lesson here; he was sure of it. Abby was MUCH more intelligent than she seemed.

As she took his hand, John realized just how COLD his hand was. That was starting to happen more and more; he got cold at the drop of a hat. Nevertheless, he ignored it, the smile remaining on his face. “Oh, yes, TIME IS PRECIOUS,” he agreed, thinking of his philosophy in the back of his mind. He wasn’t going to say too much now; he couldn’t risk it. Still, he couldn’t help adding a bit of his own thoughts in. “When your life is limited, you realize how MEANINGFUL it truly is.” He squeezed her hand gently. “I am glad… to be spending some of my limited time with you.”

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7: Which one constantly wears the other’s clothes?

Wearing Jughead’s clothes had become a habit for Betty. It had started when she wore his light grey sweater after the Jubilee. The material swamping her body as she moved from their sleeping positions on what use to be his bed in FP’s trailer to get a glass of water. The material felt soft against her bare skin, and the remnants of his scent overwhelmed her. She felt his arms wrap around her from behind as she stood at the sink, looking out over the lounge.

“That’s mine,” he mumbled into her shoulder, before he pressed a light kiss on the side of her neck.

“I like it,” She tilted her head to the side, allowing him greater access to her neck, which he gladly took advantage of, placing open mouthed kisses along the exposed skin. “It smells of you.”

“Keep it.” He pressed a kiss just below her ear, delighting in the gasp that left her lips, giving away her sensitivity. “Just come back to bed.” She felt the wave of heat run down her spine at his words, turning around to face him, as he brought her hand up to his lips, brushing her knuckles with his lips, in a gesture so innocent compared to what they had just done in this very kitchen.

She did keep it though, and soon other items of his clothing were added to her little collection. A flannel shirt, a hoodie, a t-shirt, all neatly folded in the bottom drawer of her dresser, the drawer she hoped her mum would never open and have a panic attack about why her teenage daughter may be keeping items of her boyfriend’s clothing in her room.

She was also aware of the effect that wearing his clothes had on Jughead himself. How much he liked it. They were at FP’s trailer when he went to shower, a hard day working construction had left him tired and tense. She waited to hear the water running to take the opportunity to slip his flannel shirt on, before pulling the grey beanie on her head. She was laid herself out on his bed and waited. He soon emerged from the bathroom, towel hanging low on his hips as he took in the sight of her, his mouth dropping open.  She crawled slowly to the edge of the bed, looking up at him as she raised herself to her knees. He took in the sight of her, blonde waves escaping from underneath the woollen hat, his hat. He couldn’t contain the low groan that left his lips as she placed her hand on his neck, pulling him down and locking her lips with his.

He swore his clothes always looked better on her.

10: Which one does the posing while the other one draws?

“I cannot believe you talked me into this.”

“Just lift your arm a little higher, more relaxed, less rigid,” she stated as she moved over to him to take his limbs in her soft hands and place them where she wanted ignoring his half-hearted protests. Even though her touch was light and gentle he felt the weight of it, the warmth of her skin through his layers of clothing, as he held his breath as she continued to brush ever slightly up against him.

“You sure this isn’t something Archie could help you with?” He tried to get the words out smoothly without them getting stuck in his throat. Was that really what he would have preferred, Betty with her hands on Archie manipulating his body into the positions that she needed.

“He had football practice.” Her forehead creased in concentration as she stepped back from him, her eyes surveying how he was placed against the chair in the art room. He had scoffed at her, nearly choking on his burger when she had asked him. But she gave him that wide eyed look and he agreed without even hesitating. Betty needed a model for her art project and she had chosen him. Well actually that wasn’t true she had chosen Archie, but when he wasn’t available she came to him. He knew that he should feel bad to be the second choice but he knew the torch that she carried for Archie and just how oblivious his friend was to this, but he could only jump at the chance to be alone with her, without Archie’s all encompassing presence.

“Okay, hold it there.” She picked up her pad and started her work. Her pencil scratched against the paper as she would glance up to look at him every now and again, while he tried to keep as still as he could.

Just as she was examining him, he was her. He watched the way her tongue stuck just barely out of the corner of her mouth as she concentrated. She would occasionally tap the pencil up against her chin as if pausing for thought, working out her next move. Then there were her eyes, every time they looked up at him, were trained on him, he felt a heat pooling in his belly, rising up to his cheeks before washing over him completely.

He knew he should tell her, make a move, kiss her, just… something. Instead, he continued to sit back while she threw herself at Archie, wishing just once she would throw herself at him, cause he would catch her and never let go.

30: If your OTP went on vacation, where would they go and what would they do? Who would take the pictures?

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[kikistiel]

Hi I love you let hp au! Question, what do you think about the sortings rap mon did? I'm pretty much fine with all of them except Jimin in slytherin. He seems more like a hufflepuff to me..

Hi thanks! Glad you like it! I agree with Namjoon’s sorting 100%. He knows the movies, he know the members better than I ever will, and I trust his judgement so…

About Jimin. I have some thoughts on Slytherin!Jimin and why I think he fits there so perfectly. These are just my personal opinions, coming from a die-hard Hufflepuff and someone who has been a Harry Potter fan since the second book came out when I was in the second grade and if you don’t agree that’s totally cool, but I really really think 

Jimin is a perfect Slytherin.

First, I think I’ve finally pinpointed the reason why so many people are against Slytherin Jimin. I’ve seen it in arguments on other mediums and all of the social platforms when the post-it first came to light and I’ve seen it only being reinforced in the tags on my HP AU. And a lot of this blame lies on how JK herself wrote Slytherins in the series: 

A lot of people still think Slytherins are inherently mean, cold people.

Or that they only look out for themselves, are too cut-throat, step on the little people to get to the top, and the like. In the books, save for like… a handful of characters, they are portrayed this way. I mean… in the battle of hogwarts the entirety of the school was like ‘NAUGHTY SLYTHERINS GET THE DUNGEON TREATMENT!’ bc a small portion had family members who were death eaters. People assumed they were the bad guys. Even in the first book, Ron says “There wasn’t a wizard who went bad who wasn’t in Slytherin”, reinforcing the idea that Slytherins are, at heart, ticking time bombs waiting to go evil.

The fact that people think Jimin is ‘too nice’ or ‘too kind’ or ‘too sweet’ to be in Slytherin is really… worrisome. It makes me wonder – people are really quick to sort Yoongi in to Slytherin and have next to no problems with it, but suddenly Jimin is too nice to be there? What are you trying to say about poor Yoongi here??? omg 

It’s true that some characteristics Slytherins tend to share are personality traits seen in typical villain characters, but I think we tend to take Hogwarts houses’ traits a little too black and white. People can be in one house and still share traits with other houses, or be in a house and not represent it at all:

Hermione, she was considered the brightest witch of her age. She got top marks and was incredibly intelligent. But she wasn’t in Ravenclaw?

Harry was SUPPOSED to be in Slytherin, and the biggest damn reason he wasn’t was because he specifically asked the hat not to put him there. Dumbledore even told Harry that he possesses all the characteristics of a Slytherin.

Peter Pettigrew was put in Gryffindor – but he was a coward who ratted out his friends, causing their horrific murder and really like the whole plot of HP

Lockehart was a Ravenclaw, but the only thing he was exceptionally skilled in were memory charms, other than that he’s shown as being kind of an idiot

Horace Slughorn, a Slytherin, who on the surface displayed many traits of Slytherins like “collecting” students to further his reputation – actually deeply, deeply cared for those students. He cared especially for Lily Potter, a muggleborn. And he fought in the Battle of Hogwarts!

All those asshole Hufflepuffs, who are supposed to show kindness and fairness to those even outside their house, bullying Harry when he ‘took’ the spotlight away from Cedric in the Triwizard Tournament?

Not all Slytherins are assholes. Not even most of them are. Why would people put up with an entire house of asswipes? They wouldn’t. omg

okay cool thanks for the lore lesson but what does this have to do with Jimin

Slytherins, by definition,

tend to be ambitious, shrewd, cunning, strong leaders, and achievement-oriented. They also have highly developed senses of self-preservation. This means that Slytherins tend to hesitate before acting, so as to weigh all possible outcomes before deciding exactly what should be done.

So like, looking at it closer:

ambitious, shrewd, cunning

Jimin pursued a career as an idol, he trained as a dancer, he’s a natural born performer on stage. I mean you can see his drive and ambition in every performance he does. He’s a perfectionist, and he doesn’t settle for anything less than that. Who else do we know is a perfectionist when it comes to their craft who is also in Slytherin? Also, trainee days are a cut-throat business. He was in a group where people were getting added and cut left and right. He had to have some cunning and sense of self-preservation to keep himself around and not get eaten alive/walked all over.

They also have highly developed senses of self-preservation. This means that Slytherins tend to hesitate before acting, so as to weigh all possible outcomes before deciding exactly what should be done.

Jimin is an extremely calculating guy, much like his Slytherin-brethren Yoongi. He’s extremely socially conscious, look at how upset and flustered he was on King of Masked Singer when he fucked up with properly addressing his sunbae. He’s grown up a lot since his debut days and he doesn’t do or say anything without thinking it through VERY HARD first. He isn’t really known for doing or saying anything problematic. He’s got a pretty squeaky clean history. Unlike other members who sometimes don’t always think as much as they should before they say something, Jimin (and Yoongi to an extent, save for one pre-debut tweet that got him in trouble) knows when to keep things to himself.

achievement-oriented

JIMIN IS A GOD DAMN HECKIN SHOW OFF. And the most Slytherin aspect of it all is that when he does do something, he expects you to damn well recognize it. Yeah, Jimin having a praise kink is a joke but…. is it? I mean really…. is it?

“Jimin you’re cute!” “Yeah I’m aware.”

“You’re so pretty!” “I’ve always been pretty, tell me something I don’t know”

lsdkfjlsdjkfl HE’S A SLYTHERIN GUYS

(Never forget that time on ASC when that girl said Jimin was his favorite and he literally got up from his seat to show how smug he was. Funny how his understanding of English suddenly becomes second to none when someone is praising him.)

Even when something isn’t about him, you better damn well make it about him. He sees someone else getting complimented and he’s like, wait – what about me?

you still think pure, innocent, sweet Jimin is too adorable and cute to be in Slytherin? Uhh:

every man for him fuckin self

will not play along with your childish antics

not afraid to correct you in front of cameras and laugh at you while doing so

will also make fun of you in front of cameras relentlessly LET HIM LIVE

is tiny but will still fite u

???? jimin is a monster

whatever this was

seriously jimin can be an asshole and i live for it (look at that last gif he’s so proud of himself??)

judgey mcjudgepants

look at who was the last to make himself look stupid for food (and look at who was the first! it’s that mean, cold, emotionally constipated old slytherin yoongi)

and here you can see a true slytherin and hufflepuff in their natural habitat

there’s so much more but i’m tired and this is too long already. Never get me started on Harry Potter house drama, I could go on and on and on.

also people say that we shouldn’t trust namjoon’s sorting bc he said he chose slytherin for jimin because of his eyes like… it’s a well known joke in the fandom that namjoon says some needlessly deep things for no reason at all and we give him so much grief for it and we’re just now giving his weird musings the time of day lol (I love you and your beautiful brain namjoon)

TL;DR?

if this gif set doesn’t convince you of the hufflepuff and slytherin kids idk what will

EDIT:

Here is why Namjoon is a Gryffindor and And here is why Jungkook is a Ravenclaw!