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[theydontknowaboutusimagines]

Sunflower - Harry Styles AU (Volume 6)

The year is 1977 and it’s officially summertime. Y/N is spending it with her family at the Malibu Breeze Hotel, where she meets, aspiring musician, Harry Styles. The two clash in the beginning, but soon realize they may just need each other in the end. Find out just how life changing one summer can be in Sunflower, a Harry Styles AU.

   Here is part 6 of Sunflower. Hope you enjoy it!

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“Oh, this is so wonderful, honey,” My mother exclaimed as she twirled by hair around the curler. “William is such a gentleman and this could bring on great things for you.”

“It’s only dinner, mother,” I sighed.

“Yes, yes, I know, but I really think he might have an eye on you,” she smiled.

I rolled my eyes. It didn’t take long before both of my parents found out about me having dinner with William later. The dinner I never said yes to, might I add. Of course, they didn’t know that and I probably should have told them, told William that I wasn’t interested, but the words wouldn’t leave my mouth. I could tell my parents, especially my father, were ecstatic about me hanging out with William and his friends.

My father because he thought it would help me make up my mind regarding Boston and because it would put in a good word for him with his boss. My mother because she could already picture a wedding with grandchildren running amuck down the line. I wanted neither of those things, at least not right now and not with William.

As my mother continued doing my hair and makeup that she insisted on doing once finding out the news, my thoughts wandered to Harry. He had looked so miserable, so annoyed and angry today. It really felt as if we were making progress and he was being less like how he was before, but today proved that it’s still the same.

Maybe he was just embarrassed with me being there. Seeing him having to wait on William and his friends… on me. Jasper never said anything to me, mostly because he was too busy sailing the boat. Rehearsals would be after the dinner, I wondered if either of them would say anything to me or bring up the events of the day.

Part of me hoped for a yes while the other was perfectly okay with them not uttering a word.

“There we are,” she smiled. “You look absolutely beautiful, Y/N, just gorgeous. William is going to be floored when he sees you.”

Mother moved out of the way, letting me be in full view of the mirror. My eyes widened as I looked at the reflection in the mirror. A reflection I didn’t recognize as me, not in a bad way though. I had never really been one to worry about makeup, mostly out of laziness and feeling like it was just something society made women feel like they needed in order to get a man and for cosmetic companies to make money.

But seeing myself in just a bit of blush, lipstick, eye shadow, and mascara, it was like my confidence level rose about four levels. And my hair was pulled back with a few strands of curled hair framing my face.

“Wow,” I uttered.

“See, I told you just adding a little bit to your face can make the most amazing changes,” she smiled. “Now, for your dress. I have the perfect one for you.”

My mother rummaged around through her closet for a few moments before pulling out this beautiful sunflower yellow dress. It was a halter top with a sweetheart neckline that flowed out just above the knee.

“Try it on,” she smiled.

I took the dress from her going into the bathroom to change into the dress. Once it was on, I tied the long ribbon around my neck and looked at myself in the mirror. The dress fit me perfectly and the color matched perfectly with my skin. I found myself smiling as I looked at myself in the mirror trying different angles to make sure everything did look alright.

Being all dressed up for once in my life made me feel special, beautiful even, but my heart sank knowing that all of this was happening for the wrong person.

**

Arriving at the Dining Hall for dinner with William was weird, awkward, and stressful. I wanted it to be over before I had even started. However, if having dinner with William wasn’t already bad enough, Harry and his band… the hotel house band was scheduled to perform. I nearly dropped my glass when I saw Harry and Mitch making their way towards the stage.

“Interesting, hopefully that one is a better singer than a waiter,” William joked.

I looked at him.

“Oh, um, the one there, I think he’s name is Barry… he was on the wait staff on the boat today,” William answered.

“I know and he’s name is Harry,” I told him.

“Eh, doesn’t matter,” he shrugged.

My hand gripped onto the menu a little too tight causing a small crease to start forming.

“Good evening and welcome back to another evening here at The Malibu Breeze Hotel. We hope you’ve had a lovely day and we thank you for spending the rest of your night here with us,” Harry said into the microphone.

The opening notes of the first song started playing as I looked over at the stage. Harry’s eyes were closed while he took a deep breath, something I noticed him doing every time before he opened his mouth to sing. Most people probably wouldn’t even notice because he does it so discreetly, but I did. I always do.

“Speaking of our day out at sea,” William started. “Did you enjoy it?”

“Um… I mean… I guess. I’m not really a boat person,” I told him.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize,” he said. “Perhaps we could stay on land next time,” he laughed.

Mentally, I rolled my eyes, physically I gave a small nod and a smile.

The rest of the dinner went exactly how I thought it would. William talking about Boston, himself, his dad, shoving food in his mouth, etc. And just when I thought our little date was over and I could finally get out of there, William stood up from the table walking over to my side.

“Join me for a dance?” He asked, holding his hand out towards me.

“Um, actually, it’s getting pretty late, I should probably get going,” I told him. “I have plans, remember?”

“Oh come on, just one dance. Besides what’s wrong if you’re a little late anyway, you’re with me,” he smirked.

I had the urge to smack him right then and there, but I saw my parents at their table out of the corner of my eye. Even though they weren’t looking in that exact moment, I knew they had been staring throughout the night. I sighed going against my better judgement and what I wanted by saying yes.

I placed my hand in his and he practically pulled me to the dance floor. I gulped feeling Harry’s gaze on us when we got there. I didn’t dare look at him, afraid of what I might see. William wrapped his arm around my waist and held my hand with his other one. William’s face sat near my ear and I could feel his warm breath against my skin. A shiver ran down my spine, but not in a good way.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered into my ear.

His hands were slowly inching their way down from my waist. He knew what he was doing, placing his hands ever so subtly on me. I stood there frozen, my body willing to push him away, but nothing would move.

“How about you forget about those plans of yours and we head back to my room?” He asked. “So we could have a little more privacy to get to know one another. I could show you some more information about Boston, too.”

“Um, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I told him. “In fact, I should uh… be going now anyway. Excuse me.”

Not sure how, but I finally was able to maneuver myself out of his arms and out of the dining hall. I needed to get out of there, but I wasn’t sure where I would go. It was too early to head to the cabin for rehearsals and if I went back to my room, Marianne might be there and ask me about tonight. So, I took off my shoes and went out to the beach instead.

I found an empty beach chair that was still left out in the sand. I sighed sitting down, letting my head fall into my hands. I wanted the night to be over with and I knew first thing in the morning I would have to tell my parents that whatever they wanted me to have with William was never going to happen.

My hands rubbed at the side of my neck almost as if I was trying to wipe away his words and the remnants of his breath. I heard someone walking up behind me. I could stand up, ready to run, thinking it was William. But it wasn’t, it was Harry standing there, still wearing his suit with his hands in his pockets.

“W-What are you doing here?” I asked him.

“Are you okay?” He asked. “Did he-”

“I’m fine,” I said, shaking my head. “So um… you saw-”

“The two of you dancing? Yeah, it’s kinda hard not to when you were on my dance floor,” he said, kicking at the sand.

I sighed, “Look, I don’t get you or what’s up with you. Why do you always do this? You act like an ass to me, and then you’re fine and it’s like we’re finally moving past that and then today, you treated me like you didn’t even know me.”

“Me?” He asked. “Y/N, you’re the one staying at the big fancy ass hotel with your Daddy and his money. You’re the one who gets to be Daddy’s little girl by day and sneaks around playing in some band at night. You’re the one playing two sides here, not me.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it!” I told him. “I told you this isn’t a fucking game for me! I’m serious about being in this band because it means something to me and because you mean something to me.”

“Oh really? Cause you could’ve fooled me when his hands were all over you and he was whispering in your ear,” he snapped.

“I pushed him away and left when he did that! I don’t want him,” I snapped back. “I never wanted him and I sure as hell didn’t want to go to dinner with him.”

“Then what do you want Y/N?” Harry asked. “What do you want, right here and right now, what do you want?”

I closed the remaining distance between the two of us. Sand covered my feet and my shoes felt heavy in my hands. My heart raced a mile a minute and my stomach felt like it was in knots, but I didn’t care. For the first time in my life someone asked me what I wanted for myself and because of that, I had to be completely honest.

“You,” I whispered. “I want you. I want the band… I want the music… I want all of it, but mostly… I just want you.”

I stared up at him, his eyes glistening as the moonlight lit up his face. His previously slicked back hair was now blowing freely in the breeze. I waited what seemed like forever for him to say something, but he never did.

He simply took my face in his hands and pressed his warm lips against mine while the waves crashed along the shore behind us.

**

Soo... word count wise this update was a little shorter. I thought about making it a bit longer, but I kinda like where it ended. But this does make me want to ask, do y’all prefer the longer updates 2k-3k word counts or shorter ones like 1k-1.5k? 

Let me know! :) 

#Harry Styles Imagines #Harry Styles AU Series #Harry Styles Fanfics #Harry Styles Fanfiction

[bqstqnbruin]

Under the Mistletoe

Ok, there are no Ethan Keppen GIFs but this is one with Mitch as your brother, so we’re gonna go with a Mitch GIF. ANYWAY, this was requested forever ago, but since I’ve been studying and also suck, I just finished it, so I hope you like it! 

Also Merry Christmas in July, I saw @hockeylvr59​ doing something with Christmas in July and it kinda inspired me to do it, too (if you hate that I’ll take it down 😶)

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Ethan insisted that you go to the party since it was the first one where everyone in his group of friends was home from school and hockey in the last few years. You tried to tell him you didn’t want to, especially since he and your brother had a lot of mutual friends from playing hockey growing up, but he thought it would be fine since Mitch wasn’t going to even be home for another day or two. Ethan was still afraid to tell Mitch that you two were dating, and honestly, you felt the same way. You loved Mitch, but as his younger sister, his protectiveness of you was absolutely terrifying.

You were sitting on the couch that was in the basement, one of the guys convinced his parents to let him have ‘a few friends over,’ which turned into the entire hockey team that he and Ethan were on, random kids from the school they went to, and anyone else that heard about it showing up and probably trashing the house. He had managed to decorate his basement with Christmas decorations, half the guys wearing Santa hats, the other half wearing an open Santa suit jacket with no shirt on underneath it. Why they did this, you didn’t know, but you had to admit, the thought of Ethan with just the suit jacket on was a nice one, even if he had opted for the Santa hat. 

“But it’s your first Christmas together, you have to post some sort of picture on your Instas!” Jacklyn whines, throwing herself down on the couch next to you. Ethan jumps a little, not expecting his beer to spill on his leg, throwing his arm around you and pulling you in trying to ward off Jacklyn. “Or, ohh! Do that Tik Tok challenge where it’s like one person is like ‘this is my best friend, they don’t know I’m in love with them, why don’t I kiss them!’”

“There are so many things wrong with what just came out of you,” you say, laughing, Ethan not even paying attention to the conversation. “First, there is nothing anywhere that says we have to post a picture. Second, Mitch follows us on social media and would murder both of us if he found out we were dating by seeing a picture instead of telling him. Third, I don’t have a Tik Tok and don’t want to make a video. And, fourth, there are so many challenges out there, and you pick that one? We’re already dating.”

“It’s funny, it’s cute, and why not? Oh, come on! Ethan, you have a Tik Tok, don’t you?”

“What?” he says, snapping away from the conversation with the guy standing in front of him, who now was also paying attention to the conversation.

Jacklyn goes on to explain the challenge she was telling you about, Ethan raising his eyebrow and giving her a look that says, ‘you’ve got to be kidding.’ “That sounds like a better challenge for you and Aidan.” Your jaw drops as Jacklyn’s face goes white.

“I don’t like you. We’re not friends,” she deadpans, Ethan’s friend freaking out about it.

“No way, is this the girl Aidan was talking about?” his friend asks, plopping down at your feet. “Oh, I’m Trevor, by the way,” he says, reaching out his hand to you. Not really processing what was going on past Jacklyn and Aidan, you reach out and half-heartedly introduced yourself. Jacklyn and Aidan would be cute together, and that was what you were focused on more. “He’s been talking about this one girl who he’s like in love with, who he thought only liked as a friend. That’s got to be you, he said you two were like best friends.”

“Oh, come on. He’s close with a lot of girls, it could be anyone” Jacklyn tries to defend herself. You look over to Ethan who nods, mouthing ‘it’s her.’ 

“Nah, he said something about the ring this girl always wears; it’s extravagant and her dad gave it to her for her last birthday. It’s got the red birthstone on it,” Trevor goes on while Jacklyn looks at the ring on her middle finger, the one fitting Trevors description. While Trevor thinks more about the girl that had to be Jacklyn, he snags Ethan’s beer and downs what was left of it. 

“I was drinking that!” he protests, removing his arm from around you to go get more, “And you’re talking about a ruby, dude.” 

“He knows birthstones?” Jacklyn asks.

“His mom’s best friend owns the jewelry store downtown, remember? But that’s not what we’re talking about. Why don’t you go do that Tik Tok Challenge with Aidan since you two aren’t already dating like Ethan and I are?” 

“There’s no way I could do that! He’s talking to people!” Jacklyn squeals, tucking her legs underneath her.

“Isn’t the point of the challenge to catch them off guard?” you ask her. 

Ethan comes back, drinks in hand for you, him, and Trevor. “If he rejects you then you tell him we dared you to do it and that you never back down from a dare.”

“If I do this, then you have to post a picture of you and Y/N kissing under the mistletoe,” she tries to bargain with you. 

She’s good enough friends with both you and Ethan to know that doing that would lead to Mitch finding out. You look at Ethan again, taking a drink of the beer. If this was something you had to do, it would be easier if weren’t completely sober for this. “I could put it on snap, Mitch doesn’t have me there,” he suggests. 

“You actually have to kiss him first or we aren’t doing it,” you tell her.

Trevor from the floor, says, “I’ll film it,” as he’s watching the interaction unfold, Jacklyn’s face getting more and more red as time goes on. You all look over to the wall where Aidan was standing, talking to one of the guys from the team and what looked to be his girlfriend. “We can do that, ‘there’s my best friend part he doesn’t know I’m in love with him,’ while he’s talking to them.” 

“I still don’t know what this whole thing entails but whatever,” you say, snuggling closer to Ethan as he kisses your head. “You’re sure you don’t follow my brother on Snapchat?”

“As far as I know,” he shrugs, pulling out his phone to check. No Mitch Marner anywhere on his friend’s list. “Nope, we’re good.” 

Trevor starts filming Jacklyn with Aidan in the background, her looking more nervous than she wanted to show. There was no way she would actually do this. And that would mean no risk of your brother somehow seeing you kissing Ethan on social media. “Do you think she’ll actually go through with it?” you whisper in Ethan’s ear, reaching up to play with the end of his Santa hat. 

“Can I still kiss you under the mistletoe if she doesn’t?” he whispers back, his eyes flicking between your own and your lips. 

“That’s so cliche when you could just kiss me right now.” He does as you say, only to be interrupted by Jacklyn saying something about having to wait until she kisses Aidan. No way would she go through with this, right?

“Well, when are you going to actually do it?” you ask, finishing off the beer in your cup.

“Once he’s not with other people.”

“It’s a party. How likely is it that he’s going to be alone any time soon?” Trevor says, still holding the phone up to record what she’s about to do. 

“Looks like it would be pretty likely,” Ethan says, motioning over to a now alone Aidan, standing there looking at his phone while nursing the drink in his hand. 

Jacklyn looks at you, mortified, eyes wide and probably starting to shake. “You can’t be making me do this.” 

“You were going to make us do this. If you really don’t want to do it, no one is forcing you. Trevor can just delete the videos you already took,” you point out, which seems to calm her a little bit. “Seriously, you don’t have to do this if you aren’t comfortable doing it.”

She looks over at Aidan, him still looking down at his phone. Ethan and Trevor look back and forth between you and Jacklyn, “Get the camera ready,” she says to Trevor. 

She gets once Trevor has the video going, focusing on Aidan as Jacklyn goes up to him. They’re either far enough away that they’re out of earshot, or they’re just talking incredibly quietly so that you can’t hear them. You and Ethan are leaning forward, Ethan’s arm snaking around your waist and pulling him closer to you. If she does this, you would have to post the picture of you two under the mistletoe that’s hung at the bottom of the stairs, and even though Ethan knew he didn’t have your brother as a friend on Snapchat, something in him was convinced he would see it anyway. 

You could feel your heart racing, actually getting excited to see her kiss Aidan when you heard a commotion upstairs. Ignoring it, you put your hand on Ethan’s thigh, squeezing it as Jacklyn actually kisses Adian, taking way longer than the challenge was probably meant to take. She gives him a quick peck, pulling away as Aidan looks shocked, not saying anything. She stands there for a second before starting to pull away. Aidan puts his cup on the floor, grabbing her by the arm and spinning her around to kiss her again. 

“Oh, my god!” you hear yourself say, Ethan and Trevor also freaking out over what they were watching. They pull away, both of them beaming. “Looks like we’re posting a picture together,” you say to Ethan. Jacklyn comes back over, Trevor already starting to edit the video. “So that looked like fun!” 

“We’re going out to dinner on Thursday, and then back to his place,” she says, her cheeks red with excitement, none of you actually believing what just happened.

“I wonder what all that noise was about upstairs,” Trevor finally says something. 

You and Jacklyn shrug as Ethan lifts you off the couch. “Come on Trev, you’re still on camera duty.” He brings you over to the mistletoe at the bottom of the stairs, praying that no one comes down and photobombs the picture. Ethan pulls you close to him, his hand finding the small of your back.

“If we really wanted this to be more Christmas-y, you could take Trevor’s Santa jacket,” you suggest. He rolls his eyes, a smile on his face because it’s for you. He gets the jacket from Trevor, stripping his shirt off to get the full effect. 

“We could caption it ‘I saw a Marner kissing Santa Claus,’ he says, you throwing your head back in laughter. “Ready?” he turns to Trevor who gives the thumbs up. 

Ethan kisses you, short and sweet while Trevor takes the picture. You pull away, both of you beaming as Jacklyn starts getting all mushy about how cute the photo was, how she just wished you could post it everywhere for the world could see. You were about to say something about how the entire world was going to see her and Aidan’s first kiss while Ethan kisses your cheek again, when you hear someone yelling from the top of the stairs.

“What the hell are you doing?” You and Ethan snap your attention to the voice that seemingly fell down the stairs.

Your eyes go wide, turning to Ethan, “Oh, you should,”

“Run,” you say at the same time, Ethan trying to do as you say as Mitch comes flying down the stairs. You swear he looked like he was going to kill Ethan, your boyfriend getting away just in time for you you stop Mitch in his tracks.

“What the hell are you doing?” you say to him, trying to push him away from the corner Ethan was now trapped in. 

“What does he think he’s doing?” 

“The same thing he’s been doing for months! Giving me a kiss?”

“Months?” he looks at you, visibly hurt when he realizes this is something you’ve been keeping from him.

“Come on,” you say, dragging him up the stairs and out to the front of the house. “We’ve been dating since your last playoff run and we haven’t told you because you haven’t been home and we wanted to tell you in person,” you admit once you’re alone on the lawn.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“We were going to when you came home, which wasn’t supposed to be for a day or two, in my defense. Plus, every time I tell you about a new boyfriend you want to murder them.” 

“That is not true!” he defends himself. You raise your eyebrows at him, not amused when he knows you’re right. “Ok, but it’s because you’re my sister. I have to protect you.”

“That means you murder him after he breaks my heart, not when I start to fall for him.”

“Wait, do you love him,” he asks, pulling you in for a hug.

“I think so.” 

“Ugh,” he groans, dragging you back inside, “That means he’s going to be around for a while, doesn’t it?”

“Watch it, Marner.”

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[sharksfood]

I saw Onward last week with my friend who is an avid LARPer and fellow lover of all things fantasy, so it was a perfect movie for the two of us. in general I adored it! I’ll probably see it again if i have the time and of course, i’m getting it on BluRay. i would also LOVE to snag the art book since the character design for this film was probably my favorite part.

[some spoilers]

my biggest complaint (and its not a complaint, just a negative i guess) is that Onward didnt feel like a Pixar movie to me, both in the story and animation. the animation style wasnt as interesting as some of the Pixar movies in the past (though thats been kinda up or down for a while), and it didnt feel as fresh or mind-blowing. to me it fit in better with the regular Disney animated features, not Pixar. Especially in comparison to Toy Story 4, albeit theyre very different styles, something about it didn’t pop for me like most Pixar movies do. The story was a little bland with Pixar in mind, though i did love it! i just always think of Pixar as the studio that gives stories and feelings to things we usually don’t expect. And Onward i guess was so similar to real life that it didn’t feel that way. Maybe if they had pushed the fantasy-realism even more, or changed some modern things to fit with these creatures more (they did do this but i think they didn’t push it far enough), that would have sold me.

and i’m not gonna talk about it at length, but the whole “Disney making a big deal about their ‘first’ LGBT character and acting so high and mighty about it” did dull the magic for me. considering the police officer was in two scenes, plus she didn’t have ANY characterization beyond being a cop and having a gf with a kid, it really did not live up to Disney’s hype. i’m not saying she wasn’t “gay enough” or whatever, but had they not brought it up beforehand or made any “hype” about her, i would have liked her a lot more. To compare this to Paranorman (not everyone agrees its good rep) Mitch being gay wasn’t something for LAIKA to brag about. Had Disney followed suit, their “first” gay character wouldn’t have become a meme.

Okay, so for the good stuff, I am a huge sucker for sibling bonding and especially HEALING in fiction. it gets to me more between sisters, but still. Ian and Barley like each other and get along well, but they still have their problems and doubts. The fact that they grew into their own and with each other is beautiful, especially the fact that Ian now sees Barley as a father figure AND a brother. That is an element i haven’t seen before, let alone done this well. I also really appreciated the tension between them in that Ian thought Barley was a screw up, that he thought less than great about his actions and choices. This sort of thing isn’t explored in media enough, and I��d love to see more. I believe most people don’t consider that our siblings’ opinions do matter to us as much as our parents’.

Again, I LOVE the character designs in this film. Everyone looks unique and distinct while still having key traits for each species. I love these designs way more that those in Monsters U, which felt kinda cut-and-paste with the monsters. I loved how you could tell that even within the elves they were still different races (or at least coded) with hair, facial features, and skin tone, all the while still blue! They did this with other creatures too, like how Corey is black while also being a Manticore bcs of her hair texture (and of course the incredible voice of Octavia Spencer). And you know what diversity Disney added and made not a peep about? One of Ian’s school friends walks with crutches! I can’t say what his affliction is, but its wonderful to see some inclusion to disabled folks.

My favorite characters were Barley and Corey. Barley was just so incredibly well rounded, like he was perfectly imperfect. I could go on and on honestly. Corey on the other hand was just plain AWESOME! Her little personality crisis felt kind of rushed to me, but to me it fit as an allegory for the whole film; she is a magical and powerful creature who let herself become weighed down by modern society and lost her moxie. I also love that Corey and the boy’s mom, Laurel, became friends (but i wouldve died to see them as a couple). I really want to know more about Manticores in this universe, since she seemed like the only one, and also might be immortal?

What initially drew me to this movie was seeing a centaur character in the original trailer, as trivial as that sounds its true. I love centaurs so much, and they hold a special place in my life for many reasons. I was a bit dissapointed in that there was only two centaurs prominently shown in Onward; Colt and the gal playing DDR (which was adorable). In the trailer there was one more, but not in the film. I did really like Colt, and he’s growing on me more. But one thing that has not left my mind is why to the centaurs and satyrs not wear pants?! everyone else does!! its probably bcs Pixar wanted the audience to clearly read them as centaurs/satyrs so pants would cover their cool legs, but still.... Do they just have a different level of decency than others? I have to know. But I love that the centaurs have horse ears instead of human ones <3

Lastly, and this isn’t good or bad, but I just didn’t resonate with Ian and Barley bringing back their dad. I mean, it was very emotional and a great drive to the story, but since I still have my parents I guess I just couldn’t connect to it. I liked how they were able to characterize the boy’s dad with just legs, that was adorable and a huge feat for animation!

Some little things I want to mention: the final boss dragon was SO COOL, it reminded me of the giant Ralph at the end of Ralph Breaks the Internet how it was made out of pieces, Ian was accurately scared to drive for the first time and i FELT THAT, Barley went the entire movie with a broken arm/wrist and took every swing like a champ! that boy is so chaotic i love him. ALSO it was so cool how Ian and Barley had each bits and pieces of their parents looks! like Ian had his dad’s face and body but his mom’s eyes, etc. Love that choice family design

All in all, a dazzling and wonderful movie with great characters and a cool story/theme, just not what I would expect from Pixar.

#onward #onward spoilers #onward review #babble

[were-cheetah-stiles]

The Recruit (Chapter 15) - Mitch Rapp

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Day 75, Part III”

Characters: Mitch Rapp, Steven Rapp & Reader/OFC

Warnings: Fluff and family bonding, a littttttle bit of smut at the very end.

A.N.: Mitch and Steven Rapp tho... and YES. I split one day into three separate chapters. sue me. they had a good day. :’)

Summary: Mitch and Y/n meet up with Mitch's brother, Steven, and finish out their first day in Manhattan.

Additional Note: I will literally never write a single DOB character as anything less than a rabid Mets fan.

Chapter Fourteen - Chapter Fifteen - Chapter Sixteen

"Mitch?! Holy shit, is that you?" A handsome, light brown haired man approached the couple. He looked like Mitch, but with less moles and his hair was gelled and parted to the side. He wore a well-fitting black suit and was about the same height as his brother. His smile lit up his entire face when he saw his long-lost brother.

"Steve." Mitch wrapped his brother up in a bear hug in the lobby of the lavishly decorated restaurant.

"I barely recognized you, man. You're... you're fucking swoll." Steven looked stunned. "And that's a great fucking suit. Where'd you get it?"

"Y/n literally had it made for me and they were finishing tailoring it less than fifteen minutes ago down at Brooks Brother's by your apartment. That's why we're a little late. I didn't have anything to wear." Mitch pulled you in front of him, in between him and his brother.

"Y/n.. holy sh-" Mitch gave Steven a look, and Steven grinned. "You are triple the amount of beauty that Mitch described you to be, and you whipped him up real nice too. It's really nice to meet you." Steven gave you a quick hug and a genuine smile.

"It's nice to meet you. I almost feel like we've met before," You grinned up at Mitch, letting him recall the time that he stole his brother's identity to use as his own when the recruits infiltrated a college reunion. Mitch smirked and dug his hands into his pockets sheepishly. "Mitch has told me so much about you."

"Mr. Rapp, your table is ready. Follow me please." The hostess eyed Steven and Mitch. They were both ridiculously handsome and well put together. Steven gestured for you to go first, and Mitch rested his hand in the small of your back, letting you lead the way.

You all sat down and placed your orders, making casual small talk until your drinks came. The table was small enough that you were all close together but instead of reaching over to hold your hand under the table, Mitch hooked his foot around your ankle, not playing footsie, just pressing his limbs against yours, wanting to always be touching you. You smiled at him and blushed as he kept his foot against yours. Your moment broken when Steven raised his glass for a toast.

"To my big brother, Mitch. I am so happy to see you and I am so happy that you have found someone with such obviously good taste in men and suits and who puts such an obviously huge smile on your face. To Mitch."Mitch smiled and shook his head. 

"To Mitch." You echoed his sentiments and the three of you clinked your glasses. Mitch leaning over to peck you on the cheek, as you raised your champagne flute to your lips.

"So Y/n, is this your first time in New York?" Steven asked as he placed his whiskey neat back on the table. You smirked at the question and the fact that the brothers were drinking the same thing. "I was actually born and raised here, moved to Williamsburg, Virginia when I was about nine, and came back here for college."

"Oh did you go to NYU or FIT or something?" Steven asked, and then turned as Mitch snickered into his glass. “What?”

"Columbia, actually."

"Holy shit, you're Ivy." He glanced at Mitch who raised his eyebrows and took another sip, trying to downplay his pride in his girlfriend.

"Steve went to 'Cuse like me and studied finance and business." Mitch interjected.

"What'd you study at Columbia?" Steven asked.

"Uh... I double majored in History and Middle Eastern Studies, and double minored in Political Science and Arabic."

"Holy shit, she's smarter than the two of us put together." Steven glanced at his brother, who had closed his eyes and was gently nodding, a permanent smirk resting on his face.

"Oh come on, maybe smarter than Mitch, but you're like some financial wunderkind from what I've heard." You ribbed on Mitch.

"Oh she's got jokes! I like her. So how did you two meet? I was kind of stunned when Mitch told me he was bringing someone with him this week. Did you meet while you were traveling?" He looked at his brother.

"I actually, finally took that job at the State Department about three months ago. I've been down in D.C. and Y/n works in my department and we just hit it off."

"............You've been stateside for three months?" Steven's face lost its happy luster.

"Yea, but I was getting settled in and... I'm sorry, Steve, you know where my head was at the last time you saw me." Mitch leaned forward, wresting his elbows on the crisp, clean white table cloth.

Steven didn't want to dwell on the subject at dinner. "Yea... well, so you met at the State Department. What are you both doing there?"

"The same as what my original position was, we're both Foreign Service Officers, this time for the Middle East."

"That's a much more terrifying place than Europe, Mitch." Steven worried about his only surviving family member.

"It's not bad, we're mostly just on diplomatic missions or back here advising." You tried to reassure the young man, even though he should be worried because their actual jobs were ten times more dangerous than those of a Foreign Service Officer.

"Well have you met any cool world leaders or been anywhere good yet?" Steven asked.

"You know we can't tell you anything, Steve." Mitch leaned back as the servers reached in front of him and placed their dinners down on the table.

"It's so stupid, you have the coolest jobs in the world, you have definitely met like Obama or someone awesome, and you can't even talk about it if you did." Steven whined as he cut into his steak. Mitch shrugged. He just wanted to Steven to drop it. He was thrilled when he heard you changing the subject.

"So Steven, you really have a stunning apartment, what is it that you do exactly?" You asked as you cut your lamb chops apart.

"It’s sick, right? I love that place. And, uh, I started as a hedge fund manager at Morgan Stanley, but got kind of bored of it. It wasn't challenging enough, ya'know? And so I opened a small capital investments firm with one of my buddies from undergrad, and we've actually done really well for ourselves so far." 

"My parent's were in capital investments too actually." You commented.

"Crap, ‘were’? Did they get hit by the recession in '08?" Steven asked.

"Steven.." Mitch growled under his breath.

"No, it's okay." You reassured Mitch. "My parents were both VP's for Cantor Fitzgerald and I lost them on 9/11 in the Towers." You told him, a soft smile remaining on your face, not wanting to worry Steven.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry. That's really.. that's just awful."

"Thank you. It's okay."

Mitch piped up. "Speaking of Y/n’s Dad.."

"Oh right, uh, so my Dad was huge into vintage cars, and well, I inherited all of them, and they just sort of sit in a hangar in Brooklyn, near JFK, and I wanted to know if you both wanted to come with me tomorrow and check them out. Maybe drive a few..."

Steven's eyes bugged out. "Like what?"

"Well, my favorite is the Aston Martin DB5 or the Rolls Royce VI or the Maserati 3500 GT. Probably the Aston Martin though, but there are about 12 more cars in there for you two to play around with tomorrow, if you want."

"I don't care how long you've been dating, I'm going to marry her if you don't. You can watch from the Rolls-Royce VI that we'll give you as a consolation prize." Steven stared at Mitch, who just sat there shaking his head at his goofy little brother. He knew that that would seal the deal on whether or not Steven liked Y/n.

"Steve loved cars growing up, if you couldn't tell.."

"Yea, if finance didn't work out, I probably would've become an engineer and built race car engines or something."

"Then I think you're going to enjoy yourself tomorrow."

The waiters brought over your third round of drinks and the dessert menus and the laughter from the table roared through the room. The alcohol had loosened all three of you up and you were swapping stories from your childhoods.

"I can't believe you're a Yankees fan! That's just disgraceful." Steven yelled and laughed, garnering glares from the patrons around them over how loud he was.

"I am not apologizing for loving the greatest team in baseball. And shouldn't the both of you be Nationals fans anyway? I mean, you grew up near D.C."

"No, I mean, yes, we went to Nationals games as kids but didn't really care about baseball then. We really got into the Mets when we were both at Syracuse and one summer all of our friends were renting houses in the Hamptons because everyone had jobs or internships in Manhattan, and instead, Mitch and I rented a one bedroom apartment in Queens and literally worked at Citifield all summer long."

"We saw so many games that year." Mitch said with an amused smirk.

"The only other summer that beat that one was when we were kids and Mom and Dad got season passes to Hershey Park and we went like every fucking weekend." Steven recalled.

"They hated that place by the end of that summer." Mitch shook his head.

"I don't think Mom ate chocolate for like a year after that." Mitch and Steven burst into a fit of laughter thinking back on their happy childhood.

You grinned watching the two young men reconnecting. The three of you wrapped up dinner and all drunkenly stumbled home.

Mitch leaned his back against the brick wall of the balcony connected to Steven's twelfth story apartment. He watched as you stood in the bathroom, with the door open, and scrubbed the makeup off of your face with a disposable towelette. He took a sip of his Jameson and smiled as he saw you pull your hair up into a top bun, and then carefully hang his new suit jacket and tie up on a hook near the front door. 

You walked around the apartment, doing small nighttime tasks in a long-sleeved white crew neck and a pair of purple cotton boxers. It was such a difference from your look earlier in that evening but he thought you looked beautiful and sexy all the same. He was watching you finally slip into the covers on the pull-out sofa in Steven's living room, sipping your glass of ice water and snuggling into the book you were reading, when he heard Steven's voice from next to him.

He turned to see Steven, leaning against the balcony staring out at the  South Street Seaport a few blocks away. He looked pensive. "You missed graduation." He glanced over at his big brother.

Mitch grimaced. He had missed a lot of things. "I know. I'm sorry. Just everything that had happened.." Mitch turned around, rolling the sleeves up on his brand new white dress shirt, and pressing his elbows into the rough brick. He clutched his cold glass in both of his large, muscular hands and looked down at the large ice cube floating in the brown liquid.

"I know... I know everything with Katrina was fucked up, but I really thought you'd make it back for graduation, Mitch." Steven couldn't hide the hurt in his voice. All he wanted was for his only living family member to be there to celebrate his big day. "You missed a lot. You missed Mike and I opening the company, me getting to buy this place, Stephanie and I breaking up..."

"You and Steph broke up?" Mitch was surprised, and watched his brother gently nod.

"Yea, apparently she had been cheating on me with Liam for like, an entire year."

"Liam Connelly?"

"Yep, and apparently they moved in together and he knocked her up." Steven said, a slight grin spreading over his lips.

"Didn't you guys used to fight because you wanted kids and she basically wanted to get her tubes tied?" Mitch asked, watching his brother slowly nod and take a sip of his own Jameson on the rocks. Mitch laughed. "Good, fuck her. Serves her right for cheating on you."

Steven turned to Mitch, leaning on just one elbow and his side against the balcony, his long legs crossed over each other. "I can't tell you how surprised I was when you told me you were dating someone new. I literally never thought you were going to get over Katrina."

Mitch stayed looking ahead, and took a drink. He hadn't thought about her all day. He was grateful because he didn't have much in the way of memories with his dead fiancee in New York City. They had only been there together once in college and they ended up getting into a huge argument on the street in the Meatpacking District after a night of drinking with friends. He was grateful because it meant that he could be present in the moment with you while in Manhattan and not be sucked back into his past by a familiar sight or memory that was attached to her.

"I mean, I'm still not over Katrina. I'll always love her, and I'll always think about how good our lives could have been together, but I genuinely think Y/n has saved me from a life of.... just fucking misery, honestly."

"I like Y/n. She's cool, and I swear I almost wet myself over that story with her trying to climb out of the moving rollercoaster at Hershey because of the spider. She's really funny." Steven said and watched Mitch's face light up.

"She's actually really funny. She cracks me up all the time... There was this one time.. actually, no. Never mind"

"No, what was it?"

"It's.... it's a sex story, sort of.." Mitch blushed, and tried to remember how many drinks he had had that night that got him so talkative.

"Come on, bro, we're both adults now. I like a good funny sort of sex story."

Mitch nodded and sipped his nightcap. "This morning, we were on the train and Y/n had said a few things previously, never whispering by the way, and she finally just got really whiney and was like 'Let me just give you a blowjob now.' and the woman in front of us had just fucking had enough and turned around and glared at Y/n, and Y/n, so straight faced and quick was like, 'Not now now, obviously. God turn around. You're so dirty.' And the woman's mouth just gaped open like she couldn't believe that it had gotten turned around onto her. I laughed so fucking hard. It was hilarious. She's constantly doing shit like that. Just small comments or whatever here and there." Mitch had turned half way through the story and was watching you sleeping, the light above you still on and the book closed over your hand. He radiated when he watched you.

"Have you told her you love her yet?" Steven asked, watching his big brother.

Mitch contorted his mouth slightly and took another sip, feeling the slowly melting ice cube bump against his nose as he began to reach the last tastes of his whiskey. "Not yet. I mean it's barely been two months. I don't want to rush her. She's been through a lot lately."

Steven nodded and glanced at his watch. "Times a ticking, big brother. You should know that better than anyone..." He downed the rest of his drink, patted his brother on the shoulder and headed for the door. "I'm gonna go knock out. I'll see you guys in the morning."

"Night, Steve." Mitch watched as you stirred at the sound of the balcony door closing, and he finished his drink.

He placed his drink on the kitchen counter and filled up a clean glass full of cold water. He downed it and filled it up again. The last thing in the world that he wanted was a hangover the next morning. He sat in a black leather club chair pushed away from the foot of the bed and began untying his shoes. Steven had come out of the bathroom and closed the door to his room, and woke you. 

You sat up in bed, and got a bearing on your surroundings. You dogeared the corner of Bram Stoker's Dracula and placed it on the table next to the couch. You then laid back in your original position, head resting on your arm and the edge of the pillow, and watched him untying his other shoe. You knew that you loved him because watching him doing something as simple and mundane as leaning over to take off his shoes made your heart flutter.

"Did Steven go to bed?"

"Yea." Mitch stood to unbutton his shirt, and watched as you got up on your knees and crawled across the bed towards him. He smiled as your tiny, delicate fingers pushed his fingers out of the way, and unbuttoned his shirt for him. You carefully unrolled his cuffs and got off the bed, standing in front of him. He leaned down, cupping your cheek as you moved down to unbutton his pants, and kissed you softly. You smiled into his embrace and he felt butterflies fill his stomach. You walked away and grabbed the hanger that his suit jacket and tie were hanging on.

"Pants." You gave him your best 'gimme' hands and waited with a smirk.

Mitch chuckled and took off his pants, suddenly standing in front of you in nothing but his boxer briefs. Steven's apartment was cold. Mitch recalled how Steve would leave his window cracked open even in the chill of February, growing up. He walked over to his bag and grabbed a pair of dark blue plaid sweatpants and pulled them on. You folded his pants in half and carefully hung them on the bottom of the metal hanger. You draped his shirt, then his jacket, then his tie over the top of the hanger and went to place it back on the hook by the door. You turned around to see his perfectly pink lips turned up.

"What?" You whispered, as you walked back over to the bed.

Mitch scratched at the scruff on his jaw and shook his head. "I just like the way you take care of me."

You smiled, and then looked at your feet. "Of course I'm going to take care of you. I love you." was what you wanted to say. "I like taking care of you." was what you said instead, as you headed back to the bed.

Mitch followed you to the bed, and climbed on top of you. He nipped at your neck and jaw and ears as you pawed at his bare and muscular back. Mitch slid down and hovered over your stomach, pulling your shirt up so he could leave kisses on your torso. He watched as you grinned and panted over his touch. He pulled gently at your shorts and began leaving long, wet, sucking kisses on your hips and pelvis. You squirmed under him.

"Okay, okay, no, stop." You said a little over a whisper.

Mitch felt your hands yank his head up by his hair. He winced and looked at you. "What'd I do?"

"I'm too drunk to be quiet if we do this. I think your brother likes me so far and I really don't want him to hate me because I kept him up with my moaning and bullshit." You shook your head as you spoke.

Mitch collapsed on the bed next to you. All he wanted was to eat you out. He had been thinking about it all day and the desire was only intensified by the alcohol, but he knew you were right. He would have been enthusiastic and you would have been loud. "We need a god damn hotel room." He muttered, adjusting his semi-erect penis in his pants.

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Blood Moon Rising (Part 2)

Author: @mrs-mitch-rapp93

Word Count: 1,895

Warnings: Cussing, mention of sex.

Characters: Stephanie, Dean, Stiles, Scott, Lydia, Malia, Sam.

Summary: Stephanie gets to know The Pack, and finds out about the murders that have been going on in Beacon Hills.

Author’s Note: Thanks again @cathobs for proofreading for me!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5,  Part 6, Part 7,  Part 8** Part 9 , Part 10 , Part 11,  Part 12 , Part 13

The bell rang, I started gathering my things, as I was putting my pencils and notebook in my backpack I didn’t notice my silver switch blade fell out. I continued to put away my belongings and out of the corner of my eye I saw Stiles crouch down and pick it up, he looked at it for a sec and looked around to see if anyone else noticed, he slid the small blade into my hand and acted like nothing happened. I put the dagger away and zipped my backpack up and stood up.

“Steph, you ready for lunch?” Stiles asked while looking down at me, he was about 5’10”, I was 5’1” so he towered over me.

“I’m starving.” I replied while putting my backpack over my shoulders. Stiles offered his semi muscular arm for me to take, I wrapped my arm around his, Scott joined us and we followed him out into the hallway. I could tell I was going to like this town. We ate our lunches outside, we joined two girls named Lydia Martin, and Malia Tate. I sat next to Stiles, I unzipped my backpack and took out my lunch which was only an apple and a bag of chips, when Dean and I got into town we didn’t have a whole lot of time to go to the grocery store since Dean had to go investigate the murders.

“Steph, where did you get that leather jacket its gorgeous?” Lydia asked me. I was wearing a black leather crop jacket with a long sky blue t-shirt, leggings and my black Madden Girl Chandra Combat Boots.

“Oh, uh I’m not sure actually. My brother, Sam, got it for me for my birthday last month.” I replied.

“Your brother has good taste” Lydia said with a smile.

“So, where are you from Steph.” Scott asked.

“I’m from Lawrence, Kansas, I live with my two older brothers Dean and Sam.” I answered while putting a chip in my mouth.

“What brought you to Beacon Hills.” Stiles asked as he took a sip from his coke

“Uh. We came to Beacon Hills because my brothers are in the FBI.” I answered, while finishing my bag of chips.

“Wait, are your brothers investigating the murders that have been going on for the last few weeks.” Stiles asked, with a curious look on his face.

“Yah, they told me that they were pretty brutal murder scenes.” I answered.

“My dad works for the Sheriff’s Department and told me that these murders are bizarre the bodies are all clawed up and bloody and they have blood coming out of their eyes.” Stiles answered, as he tried throwing his trash in the garbage can that was near us and ended up missing.

“So how many bodies have turned up.” I asked, while taking a bite out of my apple.

“There has been two so far.” Stiles answered.

“So, what does your dad think it is?” Lydia contributed to the conversation.

“He isn’t sure.” Stiles said as the school bell rang.  

The final bell rang, I went to my locker to put my textbooks away, and it just so happened that my locker was next to Stiles locker.

“So how did your first day go Steph.” Stiles asked as he shut his locker.

“It went pretty well, I thought I would have embarrassed myself today.” I said with a chuckle.

“Your too pretty to embarrass yourself Steph, and I doubt anyone would have noticed anyway.” Stiles said as we walked towards the exit.

“You think I’m pretty?” I asked giving him a confused look, but also secretly enjoying that he called me pretty.

“Did I say that out loud, I mean you are pretty… I just was trying to say that if you did embarrass yourself people probably would have thought you….” Stiles said with a panic look on his face.

“Stiles, I understand what you mean.” I said while walking out the door. 

We were greeted by Scott, Lydia, and Malia. They were staring at a 1967 Chevy Impala with its speaker blaring Def Leppard’s Rock of Ages, and my brother Dean leaning against the car. He noticed me and waved giving me his devilish smile.

“Oh. Shit.” I said while covering my face up with my notebook. I could feel my cheeks turning red from embarrassment.

“Who is that? He is gorgeous.” Lydia asked while fanning herself.

“That’s my brother Dean.” I said, I noticed everyone was staring.

“Well you embarrassed yourself.” Stiles leaned over me and whispered into my ear. I looked up at him and answered with a sarcastic laugh.

“He doesn’t look like an FBI Agent.” Scott said.

“Oh, he is, he just doesn’t wear a suit and tie all day only when he goes to a crime scene or the police department.” I answered.

“Well, I will see you guys tomorrow.” I said, I waved goodbye to them and headed to Dean, I saw other students walking by were snickering and pointing, I rolled my eyes and approached Dean.

“Hey kiddo, how was your first day?” Dean asked I could tell he was enjoying humiliating me in front of everyone.

“It was going well until you showed up.” I answered sarcastically. Dean laughed and moved out of my way so I could open the passenger door. He got in the drivers’ seat and turned the music down. I put my seatbelt on and he pulled out of his parking spot. I went to throw my backpack in the back seat and Dean slammed on the breaks, I turned around and saw Stiles standing in front of the Impala.

“What the hell kid,” Dean cursed. Stiles apologized to Dean and came around to the passenger’s side door.

“Steph, I wanted to give you my number earlier, but I forgot.” Stiles said with a goofy and adorable smile on his face, he took a ripped paper out of his pocket and handed it to me.

“Thanks Stiles, I’ll put your number in my phone right now.” I said.

“Cool, I’ll see you tomorrow then, and sorry, dude, I didn’t mean to run in front of you like that” Stiles said acknowledging Dean.

“It’s fine.” Dean said with annoyed tone to his voice. Stiles said bye and walked away, as he was walking he tripped over the curb and fell but quickly got up.

“Are you alright,” I yelled out the window.

“Yes.” he yelled while giving me the thumbs up. I giggled and couldn’t believe how adorable and clumsily he was.

“I don’t like that kid, and what hell kind of name is Stiles” Dean said as he pulled out of the parking lot.

“Shut up Dean, Stiles is sweet!” I said, my heart racing when I said his name out loud.

“I don’t care, I don’t like him, he’s a teenage boy, so he only has one thing on his mind and that’s sex!” Dean said as he turned the corner.

“Oh, my God Dean, why do you always have to bring up sex, I’m not 15 anymore, Sam had the talk with me when I was like 13, I know what happens and everything else, can we please change the subject.” I said while putting my hands up in the air.

“I’m just trying to protect you Stephanie, that’s my job I’m the oldest and you’re my responsibility, I promised your mom, and our dad that I would keep you safe.” Dean said his voice rising. We arrived to the house we were staying at, Bobby knew someone that lived-in Beacon Hills that was out of town and said we could crash. Dean put the car in park.

“I wish you would stop treating me like a little kid, Dean, I’m 18, I want to experience kissing a boy or going to parties, or even go on a hunt every once in a while, I know our lives are chaotic but let me experience being somewhat of a normal teenager!” I yelled, I opened the front door. Sam came out from the kitchen.

“Hey sis, how was sch…” Sam started asking me but could tell I was pissed off.

“Not in the mood Sam.” I said while stomping up the stairs and heading to my room. I slammed the door behind me. I threw my backpack in the corner of my room and flopped on my bed. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths to calm myself down. After a few minutes, I took my phone out of my pocket and looked up Stiles number.

“Hi Stiles, It’s Stephanie!” I typed, my heart racing as I clicked send.

“Hey Steph, what’s up, glad you messaged me now I have your number!” Stiles wrote back.

“Just got in a fight with my brother.” I responded.

“Is that the brother that picked you up today?” Stiles wrote.

“Yep, he’s such a loving and carrying brother, lol.” I typed.

“Haha, well I need go, have lacrosse practice but I’ll talk to you later Steph.” Stiles typed.

“Talk to you later Stiles.” I replied. I put my phone on the end table. I finally calmed down from my argument with Dean and figured I should go down stairs. I opened the door and started to head down stairs, but heard Dean and Sam talking, I stopped walking and sat down on the steps.

“Dean, you need to let her grow up, enjoy being a teenager, and stop babying her, you’re not dad.” Sam said.

“I know Sammy but you remember what it was like being a teenage boy, having sex on the brain 24/7, and I think she is taking a liking to this kid name Biles or something.” Dean said.

“I don’t think you know the kids name Dean.” Sam said with a chuckle. I listened to them, I was trying so hard not to laugh at Dean. I decided to contribute to the conversation.

“For one, his name is 'Stiles' not 'Biles', and second, Dean please stop worrying about boys chasing after me, just worry about the monsters that are lurking in the shadows.” I said while taking a seat at the table, I placed my small hand on Dean’s.

“Fine, but I still think that Stiles kid is trouble.” Dean said giving me a look.

“Whatever.” I said rolling my eyes at him.

“Wait, that’s his real name Stiles? That's a peculiar name.” Sam said with a strange look on his face.

“I know right who the hell names their kid Stiles?” Dean said with a disgusted look on his face.

“It might be a family name, stop being so harsh on him Dean.” I said giving him a look.

“Whatever.” Dean said. We ended up ordering a pizza, and I told them that Stiles father was the head of the Sheriff’s department, and what Stiles told me about the murders. They said that it could be a Rugaru, or something else but weren’t sure. After dinner, I headed to bed. While trying to fall, asleep I checked my phone, I had a text from Stiles, asking me if Dean and I made up. I told him we did and I mentioned that Dean called him Biles instead of Stiles, he got annoyed about it but it made me laugh. We texted for about an hour until I fell asleep.

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