#( 'hey matt are those the same gifs u used last time only in a different order'

[aliasimagines]

It Was You All Along // Dave Lizewski

requested by a lovely anon 💕

Can u write dave x fem!reader where reader Always had a crush on him but he kinda ignored reader bc of Katie but then someone popular asks reader out and he gets jealous and y/n dresses up super hot and he realizes he fucked up

word count: 1809

a/n: i hope this is close enough! ❤️ (i couldn't think of a different title but this one reminds me of Agatha All Along xd)

"Hey, Dave! My folks are gone for the weekend and I thought we could have an X-men watch party. Wanna come?" 

"Sorry I can't, I'm hanging out with Katie." 

"Again?" you ask a bit louder than intended,causing a few people to look at you in the hallway. You continue with a lower voice "Aren't you like, tired of all the lying? Like, what if she finds out that you're not actually gay, hm? Cause you know she will, eventually." 

"Why do you care so much?!" Dave says, clearly frustrated. 

You raise an eyebrow. 

"Oh why would I? Maybe because we have been best friends since diapers, you stupid asshole!" you say not caring if some students hear you or not, anymore. "But you know what, you are right. I shouldn't care. Go play pretend with Katie but don't come to me, crying when you end up getting your heart broken." 

"Don't worry, I won't." he snaps back. And you turn around and leave but not before flipping him off. You felt the angry tears rolling down your cheeks as you zigzagged between the chattering teenagers. 

You couldn’t  believe how Dave could be so blind! He only had eyes for Miss Perfect. Whom by the way, is a real bitch and would go back to ignoring Dave or calling him a freak if it wasn’t for his little gay act. 

Somehow you made your way over to the restroom and locked yourself into one of the booths.

Dave couldn’t even see you as a potential “love-interest”. Eventhough you were the one who always were there for him, you were always there when he called, running to him like a lost puppy. And he couldn’t even care less. And you hate him for it. But you hate yourself more for still liking him. 

It’s not like you can do something about it, if you could, you would have. But that’s not how it works, so you are just crying your guts out on the toilet trying not to think about Dave.

In all honesty, you have no idea how you made it through the day. You almost cried during biology but you caught yourself after a few lonely tears. You could feel Dave’s gaze on you but there was no way you would look at him. As soon as the last bell rang you were out of school, hurring past Tod and Marty, not being in the mood for them either.

The next day wasn’t any different, you didn’t hang with Dave, Tod and Marty like you normally do. You didn’t sit with them at lunch, instead walked over to the only empty table you saw and placed your tray there. You mounched on your food, completely unaware of your surroundings until you hear the chair next to you being pulled out. You look up to see Matthew Greendale, resident hottie of the school sit next to you. 

"Hey, sorry, it's not a problem if I sit here, right?" he asks. You eyed him suspiciously. 

"No, it's fine." 

It's fine?! You mentally scold yourself. You never even spoke to this guy, outside of literature in first year. Why would he sit next to you? 

"I didn't want to sit with all the other "popular jocks" he answered you unspoken question while taking a bite of his canteen-hamburger. “They’re fun and everything but it’s nice to get away from them sometimes.”

You think of your friends who are sitting a few tables away and you can’t help but agree with Matthew.

“Yeah, I feel you.” you say without thinking.

“Hey..We used to sit next to each other in freshman year, didn’t we? It’s y/n ,right?” 

You nod with a smile, honestly being surprised that he remembers you.

“Yeah!”

“I haven’t really seen you around a lot. But when I do you are always hanging with those comic book nerds.”

“Hey! Comics are great.”

He puts his hands up in a defense.

“Oh no! I didn’t mean it as an insult. Some comics are good, my little brother made read one last month. It was actually great.”

“What comic was it?”

“Oh, uhm..It was about some kind of blind dude in a devil costume.”

“Daredevil?” you ask with a giggle.

“Yes, that one!” he laughs too.

The two of you continue talking until the end of lunch break. He is surprisingly fun to talk to and he even offers to walk you to your next class after lunch. You had such a good time you didn’t even think about Dave, heck, you didn’t even notice him literally glaring daggers into Matthew.

“What’s up with you, dude?” Tod asks snapping Dave out of it. 

“Yeah, Dave. What the shit is going on with you and Y/N?” Marty asks too.

Dave forrows is eyebrows. Yes, what the shit is going on with the two of you? Every since yesterday's 'fight' with you he can't stop thinking. About how he spends most, if not all of his time either with being Kick-Ass or, rather with Katie. It used to be different. He spent every second with you and he just threw you away so he could maybe get laid. And sure, Katie may be hot as fuck but she is.. Well, she is not you. 

"We had a fight, yesterday. I.. And she was right." he explains with a grimace. "But why the fuck is that Greendale asshole is with her?" 

"You jealous or something, dude?" 

"Wha- Of course I am not jealous! Why would I be? You guys are nuts." 

Jealous… The word rolled around in his mouth like a new flavored milkshake he never tasted before. 

Could he be… Jealous? He never thought of you that way, you were always his best friend. Just that. But.. The more he thinks about it the more he can't stop that twist like feeling in his stomach. 

That night he can't focus on crime fighting. All his thoughts are tied to you. Whether he likes it or not, memories of you keep popping up in his mind. How didn't he notice your beautiful smile before? And your laugh? It's like a beautiful melody. And… Gosh! When did he become such a sappy teenager? Oh and another thing.. He kept trying to think of something else, anything else like Katie for example but he doesn't care anymore! 

Dave goes home early with a frustrated growl. The remaining hours of the night he spends with tossing and turning and daydreaming instead of sleeping. 

(the next afternoon, Atomic Comics) 

Dave bangs his head against the wood table once again. A tired groan leaves his lips when he hears Tod almost choking on his iced coffee. 

"What the tunk, Tod?" Marty and Dave ask almost at the same time. The dirty blonde haired boy keeps pointing outside the huge window that they are sitting next to at Atomic Comics. 

"Is that fucking y/n?!" 

Now all three of them look outside the shop and see you, all dressed up nad seemingly waiting for someone. 

"Holy fuck!" Dave whispers. He stares at you, with his mouth a gap before jumping up from the booth they were sitting at and rushing outside the store. 

"Y/n! Y/-" he yells almost tripping on thin air. 

"Dave?" you question, quickly turning towards him. Damn, you missed him. No! Yeah, you did… "What do you want?" 

"What do I- What, can't I talk to you?" 

"If you wanted to talk you would have in these past days!" you say. Yes, you might have missed him, but it's not like you're gonna show it. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I am waiting for my date to show up." 

"Your.. Your what, now?!" 

"My date" 

"You can't go on a date!" 

"And why is that, Lizewski?" 

"Lizewski? Really, you're calling me by my surname? Are we in such a bad place right now?" 

"I don't know, you tell me. Are you going to tell me what i can and can't do, hm?" 

"I didn't mean it like that. I just…" 

"What, it's fine when you say it but when I do it with you about Katie I'm the bad friend?" 

"No,it's just-" 

"Sorry. Matt's here." you point to the street across the road where you saw the boy walk towards you. "I gotta go." 

You start walking away but Dave grabs your wrist. 

"Please, don't." he mumbles. 

"Why not?" you snap at him but your expressions soften upon your eyes land on his saddened face. 

"I- because I don't want you with him. O-or anyone." 

You raise an eyebrow. 

"What?" 

He took a deep breath before looking around. Matt was waiting patiently by the traffic light so he could cross the road. Dave quickly began explaining. 

"You were right. About Katie. I was such a dickhead, I am so sorry, y/n. I am sorry for ignoring you over her and and.." from the corner of his eye he sees the traffic light turn green. "Shit! I don't want you to go out with Greendale cause I.. Because I like you. Like really fucking like you. And oh my god you look so fucking hot in this outfit, not that you're not always hot but holy shit. I know we are just friends and you don't think of me that way but I ju-"

"Oh my god! Do you ever shut up?" you yell before pressing your lips to his. Dave stumbled back a little, but quickly recovered and kissed back. Your hands cupped his face and his hands grabbed your waist in response. You both tilled your heads, deepening the kiss earning loud knocking from Marty and Tod as they watched the whole scene through the window. Not that you noticed any of it. You didn't hear the passing by car honk at you nor the yells or whistles. You also did not notice Matthew walking away with a sad smile after seeing the two of you. Your touches intertwine and you're pretty sure you heard Dave moan slightly which causes you to giggle into the kiss. You both pull away gasping for air. You look down at your shoes, hoping to hide your flushed cheeks. Dave scratches his back and looks around nervously only to see his two idiotic friends making kissy faces. He lifts his middle finger for them before clearing his throat. 

"So.. Khm.. I guess you like me too?" 

You let out a soft chuckle.

"Yeah, I do." you say looking at him with a smile.

"That's.. Fuck. That's great." he replied genuinely happy. "Wanna get out of here?" 

You nod and you take off. You take Dave's hand and he intertwines your fingers with a smile. Maybe he is truly a superhero. He helps people and he gets the girl of his dreams. The happy ending. 

Dave Lizewski taglist : @sethcohenluvr @your-hispanichufflepuff

[rksona]

★ — royal survival, episode 2 ;

an interview with nam dawon !

she’s sitting in the same room as before, drumming her fingers upon her lap as she mentally prepares herself for the interview ahead. despite all of her effort, she couldn’t help but feel as though her first interview hadn’t been all that she had hoped it would be. it wasn’t that she had said anything wrong, or that she had been anything less than truthful; but, thinking back, she’s unable to ignore the lingering worry that she may have been boring. without showcasing an interesting personality, her chances of being remembered by anyone were slim. she hopes to do better this time around, though, in truth, she still possessed no idea whatsoever on how to become someone that’s memorable.

what did you think of seeing your performance on the final version of the vtr?

"before seeing it, i was nervous,” she admitted, a few light chuckles sounding from within her. “i didn’t think that i’d like the end result. with there being so many girls, i felt really worried that i’d be overshadowed.” it may have been somewhat selfish for her to say so, but it was nothing short of the truth. “but... once it was put together, it really surprised me. everyone looked so pretty, so professional—i think it’d be impossible to not be impressed by something like that, right? everyone did a very good job—” especially the editors, “—and i think it captured us as a group really well.”

what would you change, if anything, about your performance?

the question leaves her torn, uncertain on how to proceed. dawon feels as though she’s walking on thin ice, all too aware that a single misstep could bring her crashing down. public opinion was crucial, especially for someone in such a poor position as her: if she fails to play her cards right, dawon could easily become the first to go home. she’s forced to choose between carrying on with honestly or confidence, though, as the latter could easily be mistaken for arrogance, it’s far less of a dilemma than she would have originally guessed.

“i regret not standing out more.” her lips formed a faint yet regretful frown. as she speaks, there’s a certain sadness in her voice: one that does well to reflect her predominant fear. “aah, coming from a company that’s known for their dancers...” her voice trailed off, gaze shifting downward as she tried not to let her insecurities get the best of her. tears were just beginning to form in her eyes, though she refused to let them fall. control your emotions, she thought to herself. “i felt sorry that i wasn’t able to meet everyone’s expectations.” her gaze shifted upward once again, somewhat of a weak smile forming on her lips. “so i really wish i had of done a better job of standing out.”

who do you, personally, believe should be on the major and minor teams?

right, it only made sense that they’d ask something like this eventually. she almost wants to dodge the question, though she’s well-aware that she doesn’t have much leeway given her current position in minor (leaving her potentially on the chopping block). "i want to be in major,” dawon replied softly, eyes slightly widening as she nodded her head. “still, i think that we’re all where we are for a reason. when you take people like eunae, jazz, and seolhyun: there’s no question as to why any of them are in major. they just belong there. but, with jiwon and rose now in minor, major is left with a shortage in strong vocalists, right? so... honestly, i think i’d like to see myself or jihyun finally make it into major. but thinking that way is kind of scary because i also feel like she’s my strongest competition to get there,” she admits, laughing lightheartedly. “and she’s so talented.”

tell us about your personal motivations and inspirations that led you here today.

“even when i was little, i knew that i wanted to become a singer,” she explained, her lips forming a warm and reminiscent smile. “my father thought that i’d grow up to become an actress, but my grandfather knew better. he used to tell me that i liked to sing before i had even learned how to talk.” a warmhearted chuckle escaped her, as the thought of her grandfather never failed to raise her spirits. “singing is all that i’ve ever known. it’s what i’m best at... which led me to realize my dream of becoming an idol. my family and i have gone through so much just for me to reach this point, so... i have to debut, no matter what.”

tell us a little about your family and friends who are supporting you on the show.

"ooh! well there’s my cousin, junyeong... he’s my number one supporter. he’s been there every step of the way—even if i haven’t always deserved to have him there beside me.” there was no doubt in dawon’s mind that she should start by mentioning junyeong, as it went without saying that she wouldn’t have ever made it this far had it not been for all of his continued love and support. she loved her cousin, perhaps more than anyone else in the world, and, at the end of the day, this was for him. “he’s my strength! there’s no way that i’d be able to do any of this without him.” she’s almost tempted to mention jiae, but she soon decides against it.

“and... my mom... she’s sacrificed so much to help me, in so many ways. i’d be lost without her, really.” she paused, hesitant to proceed. dawon knows that she should mention her father, but she hasn’t a clue of what to say. she’s not even sure that she has his support, no matter how much she wanted it, so what could she be expected to say? “and... there’s my father, too,” she added, weakly nodding as another soft frown played at her lips. a brief silence hangs in the air as she gathered her thoughts. “i know this wasn’t the life he expected for me, but... he does so much for all of us.” almost out of nowhere, dawon’s tears finally fall, leaving her to sniffle as she wiped them from her cheek. “i love him so much, and i hope that i’ll become a daughter that he can finally feel proud of.”