#will: you are so fucking weird. only you would flirt with mini not-batman by fucking with your own name

[sundrop-writes]

Mister Mxyzptlk

Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader Blurb

Word Count: 800

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Warnings: mentions of bullying (Stiles being bullied for having a 'weird' name); mentions of Stiles's trauma surrounding his mother's death; obscure comic book references; this is mostly just fluff - very light implications toward sexual themes, flirting and romantic attraction between Stiles and the reader.

A/N: So, the last time I was actively watching Teen Wolf (when S3 and S4 were airing) I thought it was a running gag that Stiles's real name was never revealed and it was just always a mystery to the audience (like how it's a gag in Degrassi that Heather St. Claire's face is never seen). But when I saw a tiktok showing his real name, I was shocked, and then entirely amused by it. And I was also really offended because I'm watching S1 for the first time and the coach calls Stiles's name 'child abuse' and his father doesn't even dispute that, knowing that it's a family name to honour his dead mother's side of the family. And the fact that he is a character whose real name is very hard to pronounce and very few people actually know what it is got me thinking about the comic book character - Mister Mxyzptlk - and I realized that Stiles, being a comic book nerd who is always referencing things like The Incredible Hulk and Batman and Robin, would fucking love that comparison. Thus, this mini fic. Usually, this is an idea I would save and put it as a moment in a longer fic, but I'm not currently working a fic where I feel like this fits in, so it has become its own mini fic. Random idea, but enjoy this random fluff.

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"Is Stiles your real name?"

You inquired lightly, walking out of school with Scott and Stiles.

"It's something I've been wondering since we met."

Stiles felt a unique anxiety clutch in his chest at this question. He hated telling people his real name, especially when those people were pretty girls. Especially when they were pretty girls he had only met a week ago who were new in town who otherwise didn't know what a reputation he had for being a loser and could form their own opinions of him.

He could see any chance he had with you being flushed down the drain at top speed. But it wasn't much different from any other girl he previously had a crush on.

"Cause, I thought maybe it was your last name. Guys who play sports usually do that - always call each other by their last names." You went on, not sensing the awkwardness as Scott and Stiles eyed each other heavily, waiting for the other person to speak. "But I heard the coach calling you Balinski?"

"Stilinski." Stiles corrected you. "I think he gets my name wrong on purpose to belittle me." He gave a fake laugh to play it off, but you frowned.

"Stiles is a nickname." Scott added on, trying to usher Stiles away from the awkwardness of having to tell you himself. "His real first name is... really hard to pronounce, and not a lot of people at our school even know it. So - everyone just knows him as Stiles."

This brought Stiles back to a painful memory - in fourth grade, someone had seen the attendance sheet with his real name on it, and showed it to everyone else. And this had started a barrage of bullying and rumours about how he had gotten the name.

Some said that his mother hated him as soon as he was born and wanted to name him something really ugly to match him. Some said that his mother had a brain tumour and she named him in such an odd manner because her brain was 'mush' when he was born. And whenever people in the halls mockingly called him 'tumour baby' or 'brain tumour' - then he had to painfully be reminded of his mother's absence from his life.

"So you're like Mister Mxyzptlk?" You posed, a smile coming across your face from the joy of making such an apt reference.

Stiles looked at you then, unsure if he had heard you correctly - but his heart started to beat faster and he was sure that his crush developed into full, heart-stopping love in that moment.

A gorgeous, cute, sweet girl like you making such an obscure dorky reference - there was nobody else. Nobody else would ever make him feel the way you had in that moment.

Scott was entirely confused, looking between the two of you with utter dumbness across his face, wondering why Stiles' heart rate had increased so much.

"Ugh - yeah." Stiles stuttered out awkwardly. "Yeah, I guess I am."

"So, is learning your real name the power to defeating you?" You posed, smoothing your voice into a sultry tone, stepping closer to Stiles, running a hand up his bare forearm - clearly flirting now. "Do I get three chances to moan it in your ear without making a mistake before you're allowed to do whatever you want to me?"

Scott regretted his super-hearing, being able to catch exactly what you said in a low whisper against Stiles's ear.

Stiles's brain was short-circuiting.

You were making nerdy references and coming onto him now. His blood was rioting between rushing to his pants and giving him a heart attack, and soon, before he could stop it, he practically shouted:

"Marry me!"

And while this would have been a colossally awkward fumble with any other girl, you simply giggled and smiled.

"You're so cute." You complimented in return, reaching out to gently 'boop' a finger against his nose.

Stiles continued to gape at you, feeling like he needed to say more, needed to communicate just how epicly wonderful you were in his eyes.

"Chocolate? Or vanilla? Our wedding cake could have 4 tiers, or we could get one of those cupcake tower things, I heard those are really trendy."

You let out another laugh, thinking that he was joking - not realising that he was already picking out an engagement ring in his head, and wondering which comic book characters you would name your children after.

"We can start with a date." You told him. "Friday. After the game."

He nodded.

"Yes, date." He agreed eagerly. "A date would be amazing."

"I have to get going now." You added on - and he felt like he was floating when you leaned in and kissed him on the cheek before you departed. "See you later?"

"Everyday for the rest of our lives." Stiles mumbled quietly, entirely love-struck.

"What the hell was that?" Scott asked, still entirely baffled.

"We shall have a spring wedding." Stiles replied, his eyes still locked on your back as you walked away - clearly, he was still caught up in the euphoria of the interaction.

Scott had to drag him away.

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heres a rushed summary of the bullshit thats going to keep me away for the next 7 days, based off that singular moment with lynn and will in 3x09

will: this isn’t working. i know you don’t mind this whole lying game but for some of us our conscience is still functional

lian: papa!

will: not now lian. ‘papa’ and i are talking

kaldur: i understand that you are not happy but this is not up for debate. artemis wants to be with her niece, and i agree that she should stay...where family can watch out for her. lynn’s assumptions are simply that. we do not need to upend our entire plan based on one afternoon

will: its not just one afternoon! its every day -- every little league playdate, every coffee pot i brew every morning. i don’t like this cover up game, kal.

kaldur: so you are comfortable coming forward then?

will: ...

kaldur: though i believe on the surface world, you refer to is as ‘coming out’

will: kaldur--

kaldur: the choice is yours. i am familiar with being hated for things i cannot control about my person. there truly is nothing new under the sun. but the reality is that i do not want to drag you and lian into the crossfire. you have a life, will. it’s a life that you love and you’re proud of. i would hate myself if i took that away from you

will: im not breaking up with you, if thats what you’re getting at, fishsticks. i told you im in this for the long haul

kaldur: and so am i. i simply believe that for us, said long haul is more...complicated

will: that’s been your favorite word for the last 5 years, huh? listen, i dont have to be happy with your choices and i sure as hell don’t have to agree with them. but lucky for you, i still get to choose to love you, even tho i think your head harder than actual rocks sometimes

kaldur: only sometimes?

will: oh my god, please just get out and do some good in the world so i can convince myself not to actually smack you right now. sort this shit out with diana and batman and -- whoever, i don’t know what the hell youre up to and i dont expect you to tell me

kaldur: will...

will: i know what i signed up for. but you should really leave; dick’s in the habit of swinging by unexpectedly lately, and i know you don’t want to explain to him what actually goes down in casa de harper behind closed doors

kaldur: this will all end soon. i promise. and then we can consider renaming this residence

will: will durham and his husband kaldur’ahm durham sounds STUPID we’ve discussed this and im not letting you suck me into it again. it’s kaldur harper or nothing

kaldur: mhmm

kaldur: i will change your mind

will: stop looking at me like that before i actually want you to stay.

will: ...

will: call when you can, okay?

kaldur: of course

will: and i don’t care what bats has you on, if you miss lian’s birthday next month im dumping you

kaldur: i wouldn’t expect anything less of you, my love

[girl-next-door-writes]

I Don’t Want This Night To End - Part 5

Characters: Dean x Reader

Summary: Each New Years Eve is magical but how much can one night change your life?

Word Count: 2836 words

A/N: This is a collaborative fic brought to you from the laptops of @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester and @girl-next-door-writes. It is the fifth part in our mini-series and we have LOVED writing it so we appreciate any feedback and hope you enjoy.

Part 1     Part 2     Part 3    Part 4

31st December Present Day

That year had just been bad for them. Losing the baby had its effect on them both but differently. While Dean wanted to be by her side all the time. She wanted space. She would barely talk and every smallest of his touches would have her flinching, so he just stopped. Then there came a time when it was like he was living with a stranger and he had seen it coming but it hurt just as much when she said she couldn't do it with a bag in her hand. He didn't even try to stop her because she didn't want him. Two weeks. That's how long he spent in the house which wasn't home anymore, drinking himself till he couldn't feel shit. That's how she found him when she stood on the doorstep. Drunk out of his senses and he barely remembered what she said or how she looked all he remembered is falling to his knees with his arms around her waist begging her to come back because without her there was no home and without her there was no him. He needed her and the next thing he remembers is waking up with her in his arms and a bag in the corner of the room and a killing hangover.

31st December 2014

Dean ran a hand through his hair nervously as he sipped on his fifth beer of the night which he had barely just started. He felt a hand on his shoulder and jumped. Fuck he was too nervous. “Sam, a little warning would be appreciated.”he grumbled as he looked down at the beer spilled on his jacket and sighed. “Dean, relax. She is gonna say yes. She loves you.”Sam said not really knowing why his brother was so nervous. Everyone knew how much in love the two were and had overcome so much. There was no way she was going to say no. “What if she doesn't like the ring!?”Dean asked but before his brother could answer him he felt familiar arms around him and sighed. “Hey babe.”he said turning slightly ��and wrapping his arm around her shoulder. “How is Gabriel’s latest date?”he asked with a grin. She smiled up at him, her eyes curious.  He had been acting strange for a few weeks now.  She had asked him several times if there was something wrong and always got the same response which was just to brush her off.  Shrugging off the feeling that things were building up to something awful she instead answered his question. 

“She’s nice.  He picked her up at the strip club earlier this evening and I suspect money may have been exchanged.  Sometimes I just want to shake him.  He’s a good guy.”  

“Are we talking about the same guy?”he asked with a snort only for her to smack him lightly. She rolled her eyes at Dean, “Okay, he is mostly a good guy and he will meet some nice girl who will adore him for who he is.  Stop laughing Sam!”  She hit the younger Winchester on his arm and frowned.  

“Well he would need to step out of a strip club for that to happen. He is just heartbroken cause I snagged you.”he said winking at her and pecking her lips. “Where is your drink?”he asked when he realised she didn't have a glass in her hand. “Hang on let me get you one.”he said as he slipped away, downing the bottle on his way and asking for two whiskeys from the bartender they had hired for the night. He needed to calm down and beer wasn't gonna do shit.

Watching him walk away she frowned slightly before she turned to Sam.  “What the fuck is going on with your brother?  He has been really weird with me for weeks now.  At first I thought that maybe he was having an affair because he swings from overly affectionate to flat out avoidance but… I can’t believe he would ever do that.  Oh god!  He’s breaking up with me isn’t he! Please, tell me Sam because if he really is then I need to prepare myself, I can’t let him blindside me with that.  He’s realised he wants kids, finally figured out that he needs to be with someone who can give him a family.”  She was on the verge of a panic attack and Sam grabbed her by the shoulders and bent to look her right in the eye.  

“There’s nothing going on and there is no way he is about to break up with you.  Dean loves you.  Seriously, he knows he’s punching above his weight here and he’s not that stupid to let you get away.”  He smiled, trying to reassure her but he could see she was blinking back tears.  Thinking over the past few weeks Dean had done a lot of sneaking around to organise his big moment and now Sam could see how that might look to her.  “Go get some air and please, don’t panic.  You and Dean are solid.”  

He jumped a little when felt a pat on his back and realised it was Gabriel. “So when are you going to ask her? Like what the fuck are you waiting for?”his friend asked him bluntly and Dean let out a groan.

“You know? Fuck.”he grumbled. If Gabriel knew then every fucking person there knew. “If she finds out before I ask I am going to forget you are one of my best friends and I am personally going to kill you Gabriel.”he said with a smile as he grabbed the two glasses and made his way back her.  Dean walked over to Sam only to find her gone and he frowned. “Where did she go? You know she hasn't been talking for a few days. Do you think she is sick of me? Maybe I shouldn't ask her tonight.”he mumbled looking really scared at his brother who had his bitch face on. “What!? We will see how you are when it's your turn!” he grumbled taking a deep breath and downing his glass of whiskey.

“You’d better ask her tonight.” Sam huffed.  “You do realise all this sneaking about has her paranoid.  I’ve just had her nearly having a panic attack because she thinks you’re leaving her for someone who can give you kids.”  Sam ran a hand through his hair and sighed.  “I told her you love her and you would be an idiot to break up with her but until you man up and do this she is gonna think the worst.  Right now she is outside getting some air, I think Cas is out there too, you know how much he loves parties.”  he shrugged and grinned at his big brother.  “You got this Dean.  Now go get the girl.”  

Dean let out a sigh and rolled his eyes. She still didn't get it just how much he loved her. He took a deep breath telling himself he could do this as he made his way outside and he could feel everyone's eyes on him. Fuck. Talk about pressure. They should have just stayed home and he could have asked her in the privacy but he wanted it to be special and new years eve mostly had been for them. He watched Cas excuse himself as he saw Dean coming in and gave him an encouraging pat on his back as he walked past him.

Dean stood there for a moment just looking at her, admiring her from a distance and he still couldn't believe she had left that perfect asshat for him. He walked over to her, his arms coming around her from behind as he handed her the drink. “Is it me or does this party sucks balls? I thought Gabriel would be used to throwing parties by now but this is worse than that costume party Kevin had.”he said nuzzling into her neck.

“I liked Kevins party.” she murmured.  “You were just pissed that British guy spent all night trying to flirt with me.”  she turned in his arms and looked up at him a little sadly.  

“Yeah, well that British bastard knew you were with me and still he was hitting on you. He should be glad I wasn't hitting on him in a very different way. You would have been just as miserable it some girl had been flirting with me.”he huffed.

“Besides, you’ve gotta remember what happened last time he hosted the New Year party.”  She took a large swig of her drink and looked away from him, unable to make eye contact.  That one night had changed so much, they had almost missed their chance when she had ended up in Gabe’s bed.  They had got through it but recently… his behaviour had her doubting herself, wondering why he had stayed with her?  Placing her drink down on the rail of the deck she slid her hands around his waist and buried her head in his chest, the scent of his soothing as she wondered if this was the moment.  Was he about to reveal that he was leaving?

“Hey, come on let's not think about that part of the night . I love you.” he said softly his arms tightening around her wishing he could take the pain away but he couldn't. “Hey remember the first time we met? Like before you ditched me and I saved you from that guy who had tried to grab your ass?”he said with a grin as he wrapped his arms around her wondering why was she feeling so down.

“I remember my very own caped crusader swooping in to my rescue.  I can’t believe we spent pretty much all night talking without exchanging names.” she smiled softly at the memory of Dean in his Batman costume before letting out a sigh and resting her head against him.

He pressed a kiss in her hair and made her look up at him. “What's wrong? You have been sad lately and I gave you space but I hate seeing you like this.”

She looked away, closing her eyes and holding onto him tightly as she tried to find the strength to ask what she really wanted to.  “Please don’t leave me.” she managed as she fought back the tears.  “I know I said that if you wanted to find someone who can give you children that I would let you go but I can’t Dean.  I can’t let you go.  Please don’t leave me.  I love you Dean.”  She finally looked up at him with more than a hint of desperation in her eyes.

It broke him a little to see her like that. To hear those words from her lips but he didn't interrupt her. He quietly wiped away her tears and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “Babe, I am not going anywhere. I love you.”he said softly pulling away from her a little and taking her hand, leading her towards the spot they had first kissed at. “Remember our first kiss? It was right about here if I remember right?”he said as he looked at her, threading his fingers with hers. “I want children. I want a family. But with you. No one else. There are other ways to have kids and when we are ready we would get to that part but I think we are ready for this.”he said as he went down on one knee and pulled out the ring. “Wonder girl, marry me?” he said nervously as he waited for her reaction.

“This… this is the reason you’ve been sneaking around?  The late night calls?  The secret text messages?  Christ Dean! I thought you’d found someone else.” she laughed in disbelief.  Looking down at him she shook her head and smiled before realising she hadn’t actually given him an answer.  She was suddenly aware they had an audience, that all their friends were practically pressed up to the window watching their exchange.  

Dean blinked up at her as she told him what she thought was happening. “You thought I was having an affair? Good Lord, woman.”he muttered shaking his head waiting for her to say something rather aware of the eyes that had been on them for the past ten minutes but she wasn't saying anything and he was starting to panic. What if she didn't want forever and ever with him. What if she finally realised she could do so much better than him like her ass hat of an ex but then she was crouching down in front of him and he looked at her, swallowing the lump in his throat.

Meeting his eye she crouched down to him and ran her fingertips through his hair.  “Of course I’ll marry you.  There is nobody on this planet I would rather spend the rest of my life with Batman.  I love you so fucking much.”  Taking his face in her hands she crashed her lips to his in a desperate, passionate kiss.

When she finally said those words at first he couldn't believe she had said them and before he could come up with a reaction her lips were on his and his arms were around her and he was pretty sure he heard some cheering in the background but in that moment nothing mattered. Nothing but her. “So I guess that makes you future batgirl?”he asked as he finally broke the kiss and slipped the ring on her finger with a grin on his face.

“Oh hell no. I will always be your Wonder Girl and you will always be my Batman but it does make my the future Mrs Dean Winchester.  Did you pick this out yourself?”  Her eyes landed on the ring for the first time and she smiled up at him.  

“I like the sound of that. Mrs Dean Winchester.”he said with a grin as he pecked her lips again. “Yeah? Sam came along but I picked it out. You like it? We can get it changed if you don't? Whatever you want.”he said bouncing with nervous energy.

“It’s absolutely perfect.  And for the record I knew you weren’t having an affair but you have to admit your behaviour recently has been really fucking sketchy.”  she laughed as she let him help her to her feet and she wrapped her arms around him again.

“What? Can you blame  a guy? I wanted this to be perfect and I was---you know what nevermind.”he mumbled smiling sheepishly at her realising how stupid he  would sound if he told her that he was afraid she would say no. “I love you.”he whispered just as they were interrupted by their friends. “You guys have no sense of timing.”he said dryly.

“So?  Am I getting a sister?” Sams voice called out behind her and she smiled.

“There’s gonna be an addition to the Winchester clan.” she confirmed and the big moose ran forward and picked her up in a huge bear hug.  

“Congratulations man.” Gabe patted Dean on the back.  “Just wanted to remind you at this happy time that I had her first.”  he grinned as she gave him the finger over Sams shoulder.

He glanced at Gabriel with a scowl on his face, “You do remember what I almost did to that British guy? Cause I can afford to forget you are my friend for like ten minutes.”Dean said dryly as he wrapped his arms around his fiancé possessively.

“You got me once Gabe, he gets me forever.” she shot across, winking at Dean, a huge smile on her face.

“You do realise we have been waiting for him to do that practically all night right?” Jess chuckled as she wrapped an arm around Sam.  “Of course he would want to get it as close to midnight at possible, it's almost time for the ball to drop!”

“It's midnight already?” Charlie exclaimed in surprise.  “Damn it, that means Cas wins, come one guys, pay up.”  

As their friends began to grudgingly hand over money to an fairly chipper Cas she just draped her arms over Deans shoulders and moved in closer so their bodies were pressed together.  

“You guys had a fucking betting pool on this? That's why everyone knew!? I thought you guys were being supportive!”he exclaimed but was distracted when y/n moved in closer and his arms came around her as he leaned back against the railing.

“I don’t care when or where you asked me, the important thing is you did.  Now we've got a wedding to plan!”

“I always was going to. Life is nothing without you.”he said pressing his lips to hers just as fireworks started going off and he grinned into the kiss. “About the wedding?”he mumbled against her lips, between kisses. “Have you considered the option of eloping?”

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