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ikkyfics · 28 days ago

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Wasn't it obvious?

Dave Lizewski x f!reader

Summary: For a moment, Dave stayed quiet, his gaze fixed on you. The expression on his face wasn’t judgmental or angry but simply confused. “Wait...” he began, hesitantly. “You’re telling me you thought we weren’t dating?” You stayed silent, the weight in your chest tightening at his question. “I... I didn’t know.” “But...” He ran a hand through his messy curls, looking lost. “I thought it was kind of obvious."

Warnings: mention of sex (not explicit), insecurity, est. relationship, hurt comfort, a little angst

A/N: anon, I hope you can like it <333!!

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The room was still bathed in the dim light of morning, with the curtains barely drawn, letting streaks of sunlight spill across the space. You woke up slowly, feeling the warmth of his body still so close. Dave’s breathing was soft and steady, the rhythm of someone deeply asleep. A heavy arm lay draped over your waist, a silent reminder that he had no intention of letting you slip away anytime soon.

Your eyes wandered around the messy room, clothes scattered on the floor—your shirt precariously hanging off the edge of a chair, his pants on the rug, half-hidden under the bed. You knew you needed to leave. There were commitments, schedules, things waiting for you out there. But the weight of that moment, of his warmth, seemed to beg you to stay.

“You awake?” Dave’s husky voice broke through your thoughts. He didn’t open his eyes right away, but the grip around your waist tightened slightly. When he finally looked at you, his blue eyes were clouded with sleep, dark curls falling a little over his forehead. “Stay a little longer. It’s still early…”

“I have to go,” you murmured, even as his fingers lazily traced the curve of your arm. His touch was so light, as if he wanted to draw out every second.

“No, you don’t.” He smiled in that way that always made your resolve waver—that small, crooked smile, almost boyish, but filled with something he probably didn’t even realize he carried. Propping himself up on his elbow, he looked straight at you, his eyes shining even in the faint light. “Who’s gonna care if you skip, huh?”

You laughed softly, knowing he was teasing, though there was a hint of truth in his words. Dave had this way of making you feel like the rest of the world didn’t matter, like that moment—just the two of you, tangled in messy sheets—was the only thing that did.

“You’re not going to make me stay,” you warned, but your voice didn’t sound as convincing as you’d intended. He seemed to catch on, because his smile grew wider.

“What if I hold you down right here?” He stretched his arms dramatically, trying to pull you closer, but you slipped out, laughing again.

“Stop it, Dave,” you said, trying to get up, though you could feel the weight of his gaze following you. You grabbed your shirt first, pulling it off the chair, and started putting it on with your back to him, all too aware of his eyes on you. When you turned around, he was still there, propped up on his hand, his hair messy, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made warmth creep up your face.

“You’re really gonna leave me here all alone?” His tone was playful, almost pouty, but there was something else beneath it—something that was always there in the spaces between words, something you never quite dared to name.

“I am,” you replied, trying to keep your tone light, though something inside you tightened. You knew he wasn’t holding you there, that you were free to leave. But you also knew there were unspoken things between you, things that made moments like this harder than they should be.

He let out an exaggerated sigh, flopping back onto the pillow, though his eyes never left you. “Fine. But only because I know you’ll come back.”

You paused for a second, still holding onto the waistband of the pants you’d just pulled on. His gaze seemed to carry more weight than his words. But, as always, you let it pass.

“Maybe,” you said, trying to hide the smile tugging at your lips. And before he could respond, you grabbed your things and started moving toward the door, feeling his eyes on you until the very last second.

“Hey,” he called out, just as your hand touched the doorknob. You turned to look at him one last time. He looked so at ease there, so comfortable, with his messy curls and that smile that always made your heart race. “You look amazing in the morning, you know that?”

“See you later, Dave,” you said, trying to ignore the way your heart skipped a beat, and left before he could trap you with another comment.

The café was just busy enough that the hum of conversations and the clinking of cups against saucers created a constant noise, but not so much that it stopped you from relaxing for a few minutes. You sat near the window, the warm coffee cup in your hands, trying to organize your thoughts. There was so much to do, so many things you were trying to ignore—and one of them seemed to have a face framed by dark curls and blue eyes that took up far more space in your mind than you cared to admit.

"Hey, is that really you?"

The familiar voice pulled you out of your thoughts, and when you looked up, it took a second to recognize the person standing in front of you.

"Katie?" The surprise was clear in your voice, but a smile quickly appeared on your lips. It was her, without a doubt—the same Katie Deauxma from high school, though now her features seemed more mature. Her hair was a bit shorter, but the easy smile she always had was exactly the same.

"Yeah!" Katie laughed, looking just as surprised to see you there. "Wow, it's been ages! How are you?"

"I'm good. Wow, it really has been a long time," you said, standing for a quick, slightly awkward hug. She seemed as comfortable as ever, and the conversation flowed naturally as the two of you sat down together.

Katie asked about college, what you were studying, and shared a bit about her own courses and what she'd been up to since high school. It was pleasant, even nostalgic, talking to someone who knew you from before.

Until she asked, casually, "So, are you dating anyone? Or just enjoying the single life?"

You hesitated for a second that felt like an eternity. The words formed in your mind before you could fully think through their weight, slipping out before you could stop them.

"Actually… I am dating someone."

It was a lie. Or wasn't it? You didn’t know anymore. But the sound of the word in your mouth brought an instant pang of guilt, something that tightened in your chest as Katie’s smile widened.

“Oh, really? That’s great! Who’s the lucky one?”

“Dave Lizewski,” you replied, trying to keep your tone casual. Katie blinked, surprised, before letting out a short laugh.

“Dave? Wow! I haven’t talked to him in ages. We dated, remember? Back in high school.”

You nodded, feeling your stomach sink. Of course you remembered. Everyone remembered. Dave and Katie had been the cute couple in school, the kind everyone thought was improbable, even cliché—the nerd with the popular girl.

“He was so sweet. A little awkward, but always so thoughtful,” Katie continued, oblivious to the storm of emotions building inside you. “You two must make a great couple, I’m sure.”

You smiled, or tried to, and murmured something vague in response. But all you could think was that she was right. Dave was sweet. He was thoughtful, even with his goofy comments and the way he looked at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention. He held your hand in public. He made a point to walk you home when he could.

But he had never called you his girlfriend.

And now you were sitting here, listening to Katie talk about what he was like when they dated, and something inside you was breaking into pieces you didn’t even know existed. You remembered them together—how she’d hold onto his arm in the school hallways, how happy he looked next to her. And suddenly, you couldn’t help but wonder if he looked at you the same way he looked at her.

You finished your coffee as quickly as you could, saying goodbye to Katie with a smile that felt increasingly forced. She hugged you again before leaving, promising that you should meet up again sometime.

When you were alone again, the noise of the café felt louder, like it was echoing inside you. The empty cup in front of you felt like a weight holding you there, while your thoughts spiraled endlessly.

Girlfriend.

You’d said it. And now the word felt like it was haunting you, something far too big to carry. You never wanted to be this person, the one who lied or twisted things to fit into something that might not even be real.

But you couldn’t help it.

Because deep down, you wanted it to be true.

Thursday nights always held a special weight. It was an unspoken tradition between the two of you. No matter what happened during the week—piles of work, tough exams, or tight deadlines—Thursdays were reserved for you two. And no matter how hard you tried to focus on something else, the memory of your encounter with Katie had been pounding in your head ever since you left the café.

You had tried to shake it off with a stack of required reading, loud music through your headphones, and even a spontaneous apartment cleaning spree, but nothing worked. Katie's voice kept echoing, her smile, the way she talked about Dave. The way she referred to him as someone who used to be hers, as if there was still a part of him trapped in the past that might never belong to you.

And then there was you. And the lie. Or was it the truth? You didn’t even know anymore. The weight of the words that had slipped out before you could stop them—they felt heavier now, like stones sinking in your stomach. You said it because you wanted to believe it was real. But what about him? What would he think if he knew?

The sound of the doorbell yanked you from your thoughts. It was him.

You took a deep breath, trying to quiet the chaos inside, and opened the door. Dave stood there, as he always did, with his messy curls and a small smile that grew wider just for you. He held a plastic bag with a pack of fries and two sodas—the kind of thing he always brought because he knew you loved it.

“Hey,” he said, leaning in to give you a quick kiss on the cheek before stepping inside. His touch was warm, familiar. But tonight, it felt harder to relax around him, like the storm in your head was keeping you from grounding yourself in the moment.

“Hey,” you replied, closing the door as he made his way to the kitchen, putting the sodas in the fridge without even asking. He’d been doing this for so long that it was second nature.

“You okay?” Dave asked, opening the bag of fries and tossing one into his mouth. He looked at you with those blue eyes, his forehead creasing slightly with concern.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you answered quickly—maybe too quickly. He noticed. Of course, he did. Dave had always had this uncanny ability to sense when something was off, even when you tried to hide it.

“Are you sure? You seem kind of...” He gestured vaguely with his hand.

“I’m fine,” you insisted, a bit more firmly. “Just tired, that’s all.”

“Okay.” He shrugged, but the way he kept watching you while munching on a fry made it clear he wasn’t entirely convinced. “Wanna watch a movie or something? I brought that one you said you wanted to see...”

“I’m not sure I feel like watching a movie tonight,” you replied, trying to keep your voice neutral as you grabbed a glass of water for yourself. It was a small response, almost insignificant, but the tension was already starting to build.

“Alright, so what do you want to do?” He leaned against the kitchen counter, his gaze calm and his relaxed posture a stark contrast to the knot tightening inside you.

“I don’t know, Dave!” The words came out sharper than you intended, and the tone in your voice made his eyebrows lift.

“Okay, easy,” he said slowly, raising his hands in mock surrender. “I was just asking. No need to bite my head off.”

You sighed, guilt starting to creep in. But instead of stopping, the words began spilling out before you could catch them. “I’m sorry, okay? It’s just... I don’t know. I’m tired. I had a rough day, and then you show up with your fries like everything is so simple, like... like I just need a movie, and everything will be fine.”

He blinked, visibly confused, but his tone remained calm. “I was just trying to help. I didn’t know you were feeling so... like this.”

“Like this?” You crossed your arms, the tension in your stance growing. “What’s that supposed to mean, Dave?”

“You know what I mean,” he said, but now there was something in his tone that suggested he was trying to keep his patience in check.

“Actually, I don’t,” you shot back, your voice rising. But as soon as the words left your mouth, you felt the sting of tears welling in your eyes, and the lump in your throat that had been forming all day was now nearly unbearable.

Dave noticed immediately. Of course, he did. He might not have been great with words, but he never failed to pick up on when something was wrong with you. His expression shifted in an instant, confusion giving way to a concern so genuine it made you feel even more vulnerable.

“Hey, hey,” he said, stepping closer, his voice softer now. “What’s going on? Are you crying?”

“I’m not,” you lied, turning your face away, but he didn’t buy it.

“Yes, you are,” he insisted, and before you could step back, Dave was already close enough to gently take your hands in his. “Look at me.”

You hesitated but finally lifted your gaze. His blue eyes met yours, filled with so much concern it was almost impossible to hold the contact.

“Talk to me,” he said. It wasn’t a command; it was an invitation. “Please.”

The weight in your chest felt like it was about to explode, and the words came out before you could stop them.

“I ran into Katie.”

Dave blinked, visibly surprised. “Katie?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed, trying to look away, but he stayed close, holding your hands with almost unbearable tenderness. “We bumped into each other by chance. Talked for a few minutes.”

He tilted his head, his blue eyes narrowing slightly, now a mix of curiosity and concern. “And?”

“She asked about you,” you said, your voice almost a whisper. “And I... I told her I was your girlfriend.”

Dave went quiet for a moment. Not the heavy silence of judgment, but the kind of pause he always took when he was trying to fully understand something.

“Okay,” he began cautiously. “And... why does that seem to be hurting you?”

“Because I don’t know if it’s true!” you burst out, the confession hitting with a force that made you flinch. “I said I was your girlfriend, but I didn’t know if I was lying. We’ve never talked about this, never put a name on what we have. And now all I can think about is whether I said something that wasn’t real.”

For a moment, he stayed quiet, his gaze fixed on you. The expression on his face wasn’t judgmental or angry but simply confused.

“Wait...” he began, hesitantly. “You’re telling me you thought we weren’t dating?”

You stayed silent, the weight in your chest tightening at his question.

“I... I didn’t know,” you admitted, your voice weak, barely a whisper.

“But...” He ran a hand through his messy curls, looking lost. “I thought it was kind of obvious. I mean, we see each other all the time, spend nights together, you steal my shirts...”

“That doesn’t mean anything,” you cut him off, frustration mixed with nervousness. “People do that all the time without dating, Dave.”

“But I don’t do that with just anyone,” he countered, his blue eyes locking onto yours, as if he wanted to make this point crystal clear. “I do that with you because I want to be with you. Because I thought... well, I thought it was obvious.”

“But you never said it,” you argued, feeling the tears starting to return. “And I never said it either. And that’s what’s been driving me crazy. I didn’t know what we were.”

Dave sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. He looked like he was processing everything all at once, and for a moment, you thought he might argue. But instead, he stepped closer until he was near enough to hold your hands again.

“Okay,” he said softly. “Then let’s make it clear now.”

His tone was calm but firm, and when he spoke again, it felt like every word had been carefully chosen.

“I’m with you,” he said. “And I thought that was obvious, but if it wasn’t, I’m saying it now: I want to be with you. Just you. And if that means we’re dating, then yeah, I guess we’re dating.”

Your heart was pounding so hard you were sure he could hear it.

“But...” you began, the word almost lost in the lump in your throat. “What about Katie?”

He frowned, clearly caught off guard by the change in topic.

“What about Katie?”

“She was your first girlfriend,” you continued, your voice cracking slightly. “And I remember how you two were. Everyone thought you were perfect together. And now, seeing her again, I can’t stop thinking that...”

“That what?” He tilted his head, his eyes filled with concern.

“That I’ll never be good enough,” you confessed, the words spilling out before you could stop them.

Dave was silent for a moment, but before you could say more, he shook his head with a soft, incredulous laugh.

“Are you serious?” he asked, his voice full of almost overwhelming tenderness.

You looked at him, confused.

“I broke up with Katie years ago,” he said, as though reminding you of something obvious. “And yeah, it was important to me. She was my first girlfriend. But that doesn’t mean anything now. She’s part of my past, that’s all. You’re my present. And my future, if I’m lucky.”

You tried to process his words, but the lump in your throat only seemed to grow.

“But what if I’m not enough?” you asked, your voice trembling.

“You already are enough,” he answered immediately, without hesitation. He stepped closer, so close that you were almost nose to nose. “More than enough. And you don’t need to compare yourself to Katie or anyone else. Because no one comes close to you, got it? No one.”

His eyes were so intense, so full of emotion, that you felt tears slipping down your cheeks.

“I’m here because I want to be here,” he continued, his voice now softer. “Because you’re who I want. And nothing—absolutely nothing—is going to change that.”

You closed your eyes, trying to hold back the tears, but it was impossible. When you opened them again, Dave was already pulling you into a tight embrace, wrapping you in a tenderness that felt both overwhelming and comforting all at once.

Dave’s arms tightened around you as if he were trying to shield you from the outside world—or maybe from yourself. The warmth of his body surrounded you, and for a moment, the only sound you could hear was the steady beat of his heart, like a reassuring rhythm that seemed to absorb all the anxiety that had consumed you until then.

“You’re more than enough,” he repeated, his voice low and steady, as if it were something he needed you to believe more than anything else. And you wanted to believe it.

Minutes passed like that, in a cocoon of quiet comfort, with him holding you as if the whole world had disappeared. And you stayed there, letting yourself surrender to that sense of relief, of not needing to worry about anything else. Just the present. Just him.

Finally, you lifted your head, your face warm and your eyes still a little teary but calmer. You looked at him, and he looked back at you with an intensity that made you feel as if you were being seen in a way no one else ever could.

“Do you really think I’m enough for you?” you asked, your voice softer now but still tinged with uncertainty. You knew he’d answered, but you needed to hear it again, to be sure.

Dave smiled, a smile that made his eyes shine with a mix of affection and certainty. He brushed a strand of hair from your face, his fingers lightly grazing your skin, and answered with a tenderness that warmed your chest.

“I don’t just think,” he said, his voice warm and sincere. “I know. And if you let me, I’ll show you that every single day. Because to me, you’re everything. And nothing, no one, can change that.”

His words echoed softly but with a force that was impossible to ignore. And in that moment, with your heart racing and your breath unsteady, you finally understood what he was trying to tell you. It didn’t matter what had happened in the past or the insecurities you carried. What mattered was what he was offering you now. It was real. And you wanted to believe it. Wanted to allow yourself.

You gave a small smile, the tears still falling but now accompanied by a growing sense of peace that began to fill the spaces left by doubt. “I don’t want to compare myself to anyone,” you admitted, your voice trembling slightly. “But sometimes it’s hard.”

Dave gave a small laugh, gently cupping your cheeks. “I get it,” he said. “But never forget: you’re who I chose. And you don’t need to be like anyone else. You’re unique to me, and that’s all I need.”

He pulled you closer again, and this time, instead of insecurity, the embrace was filled with something softer yet stronger—a sense that you’d found your place, a safe place full of care.

Time passed slowly, and you felt calmer, as if his words had cleared the chaos in your mind. When you looked into his eyes, you no longer saw doubt or fear—just certainty. And you felt it too. The certainty that, with him by your side, everything would be okay.

“I love you,” you whispered, not thinking too much, but with a truth that burned through your skin and filled your chest with something so profound that words couldn’t fully translate it.

Dave smiled, that genuine, happy smile of his. “I love you too,” he replied, before leaning in for a gentle kiss that made the world seem to pause for a moment. A kiss that needed no explanations. A kiss that said everything about who you were—and everything you were still about to become.

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friendlyneighborhoodhottie · 1 year ago

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───♡───────────── Let Me Help (Dave Lizewski x Reader -Hurt/Comfort-) ───♡─────────────

You're stressed out because of things at home, but Dave makes you feel better. Light language

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Senior year had been kicking everyone's asses. Between finals, majors, colleges, trades, and balancing your social life, you were overwhelmed. You were so grateful for your best friends Dave, Todd, and Marty for making this time so much easier.

You all decided to spend that Friday night at Dave's in his living room studying, goofing off, and just enjoying each other's company.

Hours passed, and it was getting really late, so Marty, followed by Todd, left to go home.

It was just you and Dave now.

"I should probably get going too" you said. You slightly smiled but had a hint of sadness on your face and Dave noticed.

"Are you okay? You can stay longer if you want" he proposed, "We can catch up on more issues of Batman or watch more YouTube.". He didn't want to seem annoying and pry, but he didn't want any best friend of his to leave feeling defeated about something.

"Yeah, I just have a lot of shit going on at home. I don't want to trauma dump or anything on you." You said waving your hands. You stood up from the couch getting ready to grab your bag.

"Hey, wait, come back. Come sit next to me." He gently says in a concerned tone. He scooted over to create more room for you.

"You wouldn't be trauma dumping, you're just venting. Talk to me, that's what friends are for." he says in that soft and raspy voice of his.

You sat next to him and he turned his body toward you. You press your lips together before opening up about what's got you so down, your home life, and how stressed you feel. He nodded his head, looking at you as you spoke.

"I'm sorry." you mumble as you wipe away tears that formed with your sleeve.

He moved closer to wrap his arm around your shoulders before saying, "No, you don't have to apologize for anything. You did nothing wrong. I won't judge you for anything. And anytime you need someone, I'll always be there for you".

You nodded as more tears fell down your face.

He hugged you.

"Give me a call or come over whenever. I'll always make time for you."

#dave lizewski x you #dave lizewski x reader #kickass x reader #dave lizewski fanfic #kick ass #i love this man #comfort character x reader #dave being a sweetheart #kickass 2 #he's so sweet #hurt/comfort #might edit later #gender neutral y/n #marvel x you #aaron taylor johnson

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dare-writes · 5 days ago

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But God Works Too.

After asking Dave for a break, Kick-Ass comes to your window after a week?

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dave lizewski x female reader

genre: slight hurt/more comfort, smut; 18+ MINORS DNI

wc: 3.5k

sexual content warnings: making out, biting kink, breast play (it’s dave.), slight blood kink, marking kink, hint of jealousy, lying down 69, oral (m&f receiving), he calls reader Ma’am and God, Dave doesn’t wear boxers with the Kick-Ass suit, cumplay, cum swallowing (both parties!), implied p in v

warnings: f!reader, college!reader, college!dave, implied cheating, reader asks for a break, dave cries and asks for forgiveness, he didn’t cheat, hit-girl mentioned, hurt/comfort, dave loves you

i am such a self indulgent writer! 😓

It had been a week since you asked for a break. It tore you apart to even ask such a thing, and it wasn’t great that you weren’t being honest with how you felt. You were emotionally overwhelmed, Dave was late to get another date, and you just wanted Dave to ask why you were upset. When you said it, you regretted it immediately but the damage was done. Dave sighed and left with one last kiss to your forehead and said to come to him when you were ready.

You were exhausted from Dave being late to everything. Every date, study session, every single thing you wanted him to be there for, he was late with a terrible excuse like the traffic. He rode a bike, for Christ's sake. You didn’t want a break, you wanted Dave to be honest and find a way to be honest with him back.

You knew this wasn’t a healthy way to start this conversation, but fuck were you an emotional wreck after being hung out to dry for the 5th time this month. Your days blended together, honestly it hasn’t even felt like a full week. It feels more like you have been droning on like a lifeless office woman.

Now, it was 7 p.m., and you had your taser in your right pocket as you walked through the streets of New York to return to your shoddy apartment with three roommates. It was past sunset, and your boots were thudding against asphalt and concrete as you crossed the streets to Broome Res Hall. You shrugged everything off immediately, got inside, and trudged to your room, your house slippers scrolling on the floors.

After hanging everything up or tossing it into the hamper, you quickly showered and were out in minutes. Damp hair trickled water against your skin, and you tugged a smaller towel around your neck to take the damp instead of your sleep shirt. Your laptop and various worksheets lie across your desk, filing through them at insane speeds so you can go to bed. Your playlist of any alt-rock band played off your laptop at a loud enough volume to not hear the jiggling of your window.

A loud knock came, and you screamed at the sight of a masked individual at your window. He yanked off the mask to reveal Dave Lizewsk. Instinctively.c you ran towards the window at the sight of his beat up face. It almost distracted you from the bright green suit with yellow accenting lines. Your eyes jumped around, his bloody face, green and yellow suit, the mask in his hand, and back to his face.

“Dave- what the shit!” You shouted as you opened the window latch and yanked him inside from the fire escape. He ducked in, banging his head on the window, but ducked in nonetheless.

You purposely distanced yourself from him. You wanted to grab him and inspect his entire body for wounds, but fuck you needed space that’s what you said. A gray zip-up fell off one shoulder as you crossed your arms protectively over your chest. Your heart was manically pumping as you calmed down.

“I can’t do this anymore,” Dave whined with a crack in his voice. Finally, in the light of your room and a real chance to look at him and his attire, it clicked, You recognized the suit; I mean, every person did. Everyone knew who Kick-Ass was. Only there was blood everywhere.

“Dave… why are you in Kick-Ass’s suit?”

“Baby, please let me explain,” he begged as he walked closer. Dave was never aggressive; his doe-eyes brimmed with water, and his hands were open gently as he tried to beg for acceptance. Regardless, you took another step back. It felt like a stab to both of your hearts, and Dave knew you didn’t. The way your eyes watched him with remorse, watching blood drip from his forehead down to his cheek.

“You… your drawer still has a shirt and sweats, I’m sure. I’ll go get a first aid kit,” you said, creating the distance again.

The distance wasn’t for Dave to remember their break; it was to stop you from running into his arms and holding him, asking who kicked the shit out of him. The way you saw this, it was going two ways.

A) Dave was going to say he was Kick-Ass.

B) Dave was going to say he went to some convention and got his shit rocked.

You couldn’t decide which made more sense, but the inexplicable amount of times he’s had random bruises or even scarring from “old dumb things” he did as a kid made a lot more sense.

You needed this distance to pretend you didn’t want to crawl into his arms and kiss him like mad. He looked so pretty, even with his face bloodied; you couldn’t help but want to kiss him stupidly.

Returning to your room quietly with a glass of water and a warmed-up hot pocket, Dave sat at your desk, reviewing some of your math assignments. He was writing on the sides with a pencil.

“Dave?”

“Oh, sorry… I was… helping you with some of the stuff here. I know you aren’t a fan of math,” Dave said awkwardly. He set the pencil down and spun the chair to face you. It felt so typical having him back here. A swell of warmth flushed your body as you watched his bruised and bloodied face face you. You cleared your mind with a quick blink.

“Come sit on the bed. I’ll fix you up there,” you said quietly, handing him the hot pocket on a paper plate and a glass of water. Dave wore an old, shoddy navy blue T-shirt, the arm hem cutting nicely around his biceps and gray sweats. He devoured the hot pocket–a typical college kid.

He had to know those were your favorite sweats on him. There’s no way he didn’t. You tore your eyes away, took a small stool from your makeup desk, and cleaned off his wounds.

“Can I explain… please,” Dave asked quietly as you stood above him. Your hands carefully worked around his face and forehead, and the blood was still sticky as you took small alcohol wipes to his skin. Orangey-red blood smears dragged across his forehead and temple.

“Dave,” You started slowly.

“Please, I’ll explain everything. I know you wanted space, but— god, space from you felt like my world was ending,” Dave said with a slight whine. He was killing you, and he was still so undeniably cute.

“You’re Kick-Ass,” you asked quietly. He met your eyes and nodded slightly.

“Kick-Ass came out four years ago, Dave. You’re telling me you’ve been Kick-Ass since you were in high school?”

“It was dumb, and it wasn’t a lot. I took a lot of breaks because… I mean, why wouldn’t I? But you know Hit-Girl?”

“I heard about her.”

“She’s like my sister… I got her dad killed when she was like 13, so I try to be there for her,” Dave began quietly. “She came back into town and needed Kick-Ass.”

You glanced down at his eyes before tearing them away to grab out bandaids. A hum left your lips. The tone and inflection of the hum was neither impressed nor dissatisfied. You refused to be jealous of some kid, but if she was taking more of his time and priority, what? Dave could tell it was off. He was always good at that.

“It started before we started… dating-dating. Before we made it official, like the day before.”

“And you’ve been helping her this entire time but put me on the back burner?” You bit. Admittedly, your tone was a lot meaner than you intended it to be. Your eyes shot down to Dave with regret. “I’m sorry— I didn’t mean it to sound so mean. You have to understand why I asked for the break, though.”

Dave, whose eyes were watery from the proximity of alcohol to his wound and likely your comment, just nodded.

“I should have been honest from the start,” he added. “I’m sorry, I just want you back already… I was hoping a week was enough, but if it’s not—”

“Dave, I just needed time to breathe.”

“No, you didn’t. I get it. I was being a bad boyfriend,” Dave shook his head. He wasn’t a bad boyfriend, but you didn’t appreciate being left behind. It was always like that, with Marty or Todd covering or giving each other a look at each other as if asking What excuse this time?

You knew you would not get anywhere if you didn’t admit your feelings. You dragged the desk chair over and sat before Dave while you put away the first aid kit objects. Your tone was quiet and meek. “I asked for a break because I thought you were cheating. I hoped you’d just rip off the bandage and call it quits.”

His silence horrified you, and you couldn’t look away from the small white plastic box. The latch wouldn't press into the receiving end to keep it closed. The plastic rattled until Dave took it from your hands, and your face met his abdomen. He smelled like sweat. Even with his suit sweat, you smiled softly into the hug. Dave took your hands while he slid down, kneeling in front of you with damp cheeks.

“I never wanted you to feel like that–baby, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I wasn’t honest earlier,” he whispered. His lips kissed your knuckles, putting his freshly bandaged forehead into your thighs with a despondent sigh. “I love you. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was Kick-Ass. I want to be more honest with you.”

Before you could even get to it, Dave looked up at you. His cheek pressed against your thigh with tear streaks, “I want you back.”

“Dave–”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have–” Before Dave could try to stand and pull away, you took your hands from his and grabbed his face to kiss him. You pulled off and ducked your head beside his face, unwilling to meet his eyes. “Dave. I– I needed answers… I was scared.”

“Do you still want answers?”

You took your face away from him, and looked back perplexed. “You… already explained it?”

“I’m sorry I was so out of touch with you, I never want you to feel that way again. Hit-Girl has always just been my little sister, I swear,” Dave whispered.

“I—“

“I’ll do anything,” he added lastly. You smiled down at him, and pulled him to sit back on your bed. You sat beside him and pulled your arm around his shoulder to lean his head into your neck.

“Dave, you’ve explained enough. It’s okay.”

“Promise?” He hummed into your neck. He honestly fought the urge to pull you into bed and cuddle you into oblivion.

“Promise.” Dave threw himself into you more if it was possible. His arms wrapped tightly around your torso as his lips kissed up your neck to your face.

Between kisses, he input each word. “I missed you so much…” He kissed your lips, without giving you a chance to return it, he was pulling away and mumbling into your neck again. “Missed holding you and kissing you.”

“Then can we keep kissing?” You asked teasingly. You hooked your finger beneath his chin to look up at you. A small giggle left your lips as you met his eyes, he was lacking his silver wire glasses. “Can you even see when you’re in that suit? You don’t wear your glasses when you’re Kick-Ass.”

“I squint really hard all the time,” he answered with a whine.

“We should get you some contacts then, love. Or lasik,” you teased. Your fingers held his chin tightly before pulling his chin to yours to kiss him softly. Dave whined at your teasing before kissing you back.

Dave would never admit to any of his friends, or anyone else in the world that he liked sitting on your lap. It wasn’t a surprise when he kneeled over your thighs and pushed you into the bed with him on top of you. His hands felt up the edge of the gray sweater and grazed around your tummy. His lips fell from yours, instead focusing on your neck now. His hand hooked onto the zipper’s tag to reveal your chest more.

“Missed the way you smell,” he whispered before biting down into your collarbone. A loud moan of shock left your lips and your hands moved to grasp his hair.

“I heard some guys asked for your number…” Dave mumbled with his teeth in your collarbones. His teeth grazed away, nipping up your neck. His next target was biting in the soft pulse point next. When you mumbled his name out, Dave couldn’t help but bite harder. “Todd told me… it happened in your guys literature class. I almost found him myself and…”

He laughed before pulling away, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. “Well, I almost kicked his ass, as yours truly.”

He leaned back down, his hands tugged down the loose fabric of your zip-up to reveal your breasts. “But I didn’t, cause I’m good,” Dave added before he returned licking and kissing down your chest. “Dave…” drool leaked from his mouth slightly as he sucked around your chest mindlessly.

“Mhm..?” His hum vibrated you, your hips ground up into his sweats. He laughed again before taking one breast into his hand and jiggling it. Dave wrapped his lips around the hardened nipple and groaned around it. Your thighs squeezed together as you felt a pulse of dampness between your panties and your pussy lips.

“You're a tease.”

He took his lips off, keeping his teeth wrapped around the nipple, “I learned from you.”

He did. You taught him all of this when you sucked his cock the first few times. Weirdly enough, Dave was overly attentive to the way you sucked his cock. He loved it, watched like you were a magician. Your hands lifted his face off your breast and reached to take his t-shirt off. “Lie down,” you commanded as you sat up on your right elbow.

Dave has no issue following your command. He slinked off your waist and sat in the middle of your bed. You kneeled up and shed your sleep shirt off, lifting one knee, you trapped Dave’s thighs between yours.

You dipped down, kissing his face and doing the same pattern with him. Your teeth sank into his pulse point as he whined out, his heart rate raced beneath your tongue. A metallic taste entered your lips and you pulled away.

“Fuck… Dave, I’m sorry,” you whispered. You got ready to stand up and grab your small medical kit you left by the foot of the bed. Before you could even leave his thighs, his hands clamped down on your waist and kept you there.

A bulge made eye contact with you before Dave did. “Leave it,” he whispered.

Your lips gaped at the sight of Dave’s neck, a small bead of red trickled down. There wasn’t anything more, but his flush red face and boner told you enough. Your hands touched down his abs to the tip of his hard on, a small whimper released from your renewed boyfriend.

Leaning down beside his left ear, you taunted as you play with his cockhead through the gray sweats. “You like when I bite you Davey? When I make you bleed?”

“Yes… ma’am,” he whispered with a nod. You left his ear, hovering your head above him to give him a gentle kiss. “Mhm… my good boy aren’t you? Always so obedient, so good for me hm?”

Dave limply nodded, his hips grinding into your hand. You gave him some leeway. Taking his elastic band with you as you slid down his legs.

There were no boxers below the gray sweats. Your eyes shot up, his eyes watching you with either horror or pure lust. “Did I speak too soon, have you been bad? Where are your boxers?”

“Don’t… I don’t wear them with the suit on sometimes… It’s uncomfortable,” Dave answered shakily. You tutted, before pulling back his foreskin and licking up from his balls to his tip. You spat on his tip and sighed.

“Perhaps I should get a treat too, considering my goodboy isn’t all that good apparently,” You wondered out loud. Dave had no idea but just nodded. “Whatever you want.”

Your eyes squinted. “Ma’am.”

You smiled before getting off the bed and rolled down your shorts and lace white panties. “Those are my favorite,” Dave whispered quietly as he watched you intensely.

“Glad I wore them?”

“God I missed you,” he added with a puppy dog gaze and nod. You smiled, joining him back in bed. “God yes, please,” he whispered as your pelvis and pussy neared his face.

“Normally I prefer ma’am,” you said. Your face was towards his cock, your hand took it, letting hot spit dribble out your mouth and fall onto his tip. You finally took your seat before Dave could respond or cry. “But God works too.”

Dave hummed, his lips mumbling out. “Hold… thighs,” he said between sucking your cunt, trying to drink you dry.

“Mhm, go ahead,” you answered before lowering your lips onto his cock. He moaned as he hooked his arms around your thighs to smother him further. You groaned on his cockhead as you did your best to deepthroat him, never an easy task with him. His cock was damn near the size of your face while hard. He wasn’t thicker than normal, but his length took you out enough.

The room was full of crude slurping and sucking sounds from the two of you, thank god your roommates were out partying instead of staying in for the night. Not more than a few moments later, Dave was crying between your thighs.

“Maam I wanna cum, please please,” he cried against your clit. You waited, you entirely stopped, his cock lodged near your tonsils. Testing him to see if he remembered what you said earlier. His mind spun, feeling you gagging slightly around his tip. “Please God, please make me cum. You’re the only one who can make me cum God.”

You hummed around his cock, resuming your sucking and licking. Your hand jerked off the rest of his cock you couldn’t reach. “God, yes I love you,” Dave whimpered as his thumb made contact with your clit. His tongue ravished your hole, it felt constant but so fast that time was blurring together. Your hips ground into his face slightly with moans around his cock as you neared completion.

“Mhm.. Dabbve,” you hummed around his cock.

“Can I cum, god please?” his voice asked small as he fingered your clit with his thumb. “Please God, I know you’re close I can feel it.”

“Come on, Dabbve, come for me,” you responded with his tip in your mouth. You sucked down again, lodging him in your mouth near your throat as you squeezed around his tongue one last time. Cum spilled down your throat, you did your best to make sure it wasn’t at an awkward angle that would make you choke. Your mouth was full of cum, and couldn’t keep taking it all. You pulled off and sat beside Dave, your thighs shaking from spending so much time bent over his face.

“Fuck…” Dave whispered, cum still trickling down his softened cock. You sigh heavily, cum was also down the side of your lips. You leaned over, kissing his lips softly, exchanging some of his cum with him.

“Babe,” he groaned as he took some down his throat.

“You deserve it,” you said with a wink. You took the rest from your lips and dragged it across his nipples. “I just came like a water fountain, and you’re trying to fuck me again?”

“What— did you not jerk off this entire week?” You asked as you laid beside him. He sat up and shook his head no with an embarrassed smile. “Why do you think I came in like 3 minutes?”

“Cause my head game is wonderful?” Dave giggled and leaned down to kiss you softly.

“It is,” he replied. The taste of each other on your lips as you swapped spit. It was slower now, softer, but still messy with all the liquids on their faces. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you two kissed, happy flits of moans left you both.

“I love you,” he said into the kiss. You responded the same, with a large smile before giving one last big smooch to his lips. He pulled you by the waist to lie in front of him. “Please… God, can I have more of you?” Dave begged as he leaned to close the space between you. His needy eyes made you warm, and your pussy swell with warmth.

His cock was hard against your lower tummy. You couldn’t believe him, it’s like he was still a high school freak who jerked off three times daily.

“Fine.”

Dave didn’t waste any time with you, he had a whole week to make up for.

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bianquitasworld · 1 year ago

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maybe a Dave Lizewski x reader period comfort? Ite that time of the month and as always it’s never fun 😔

Rest and Relaxation

Dave Lizewski x Reader

Warnings: None to my knowledge, aside from talks of menstruation.

A/N: I’m on my period right now and I’m literally fighting for my life. 💔

Dave couldn't help but notice the silence in the atmosphere as soon as he entered the apartment he shared with his girlfriend.

Usually, she would be waiting for him on the couch, binge-watching a random show like New Girl or Girlfriends. However, as he walked further into the apartment and looked toward the couch, a pout fell upon his face at her absence.

Dave searched the apartment until he entered your shared bedroom. His eyes fell upon a lump of fluffy pillows on top of your shared bed. A small smile formed upon his face and he let out a breathy laugh.

“H-hey!” His voice is cheery as he walks to flop on top of the large mattress. He reaches a hand out to pull the blanket open enough so he can see you, as soon as his eyes meet yours a small sense of worry washes over him.

You look tired and your forehead creases as if you were in pain and he can’t help but reach out and caress the side of your head lovingly.

“W-what’s wrong love bug?” Dave’s voice is soft and caring. You can hear the genuine concern in his voice which makes brightens your mood slightly.

“Cramps.” You mutter groggily and push the blankets off your face. “They hurt more than usual.” A small frown falls upon your face as you look into your boyfriend’s beautiful alluring eyes. His soft eyes and the sympathetic smile he’s giving you make you want to cry. Your emotions are everywhere and the pain in unbearable.

His brows furrowed as he looked at you. “Oh! Do you need anything? Do you need pads? Tampons? Diva cup? Chocolates? Midol? Heating pad? Water?! You have to stay hydrated ya know’?”

Dave’s rambling catches you off guard. His concern is so sweet and the way he’s talking and wanting to do anything to make your feel better.

“No, no.” You shake your head quickly. “I-I’m fine, I’m good..Actually-I think I ran out of pads..”

Dave stands from the bed hastily and grabs his wallet and keys. His glasses fall on the bridge of his nose and he nods and stumbles over slightly.

“I got it! I can like so do that! Right, right.” He nods and speaks loud enough for you to hear. He looks like a man on a mission as he quickly exits the room.

Dave returns after a second with an awkward look on his face, he walks over to you and gives you a quick kiss. “Sorry! I forgot, okay! I love you! I’ll be right back!”

You return the kiss happily. “I love you too!”

After about 30 minutes you can’t help but let concern consume your mind, Dave had been gone for so long and the store wasn’t that far from your shared apartment.

Meanwhile Dave was nervously pacing around the store trying to decide which size pad to get, he forgot to ask and he was far too embarrassed to call you and ask.

His cart is already filled with several of your favorite chocolates, your favorite savory snacks, ingredients to make your favorite comfort foods, teas, apple juices, Miodl, and a new stuffed animal to add to your collection.

He knew his budget was tight, his next pay check wasn’t coming till later in the afternoon. He had to think..maybe he could put back the snacks he had gotten for himself, so he shrugged it off and did! He got you five different sizes and overnight pads and shoved them all into the cart.

He let out a small huff and double-checked everything in the cart and nodded to himself, giving himself a mental pat on the back-a small proud smile on his face.

Dave hesitated for a second, he was trying to decide whether he should go check out through the self checkout or the register. He ultimately decided to choose the register seeing as there was barely any lines and it was faster.

Dave knew you got worried when he was out too long, he started piling everything on to the conveyer belt and look up at the cashier who’s eyes widened at the sight of all the pads and goodies.

Dave only offered an awkward smile and payed once everything was scanned. He bagged it up and quickly headed off to the house, jogging slightly. Dave’s face was filled with a bright smile at the thought of seeing your face and the excitement on it! He could already imagine how happy you’d be!

As he arrived home and carried the bags inside he became alarmed when he heard sobs from the bedroom, he quickly walked over to see you cuddled up with your pet cat, Marylin- a small cat with splotches of white, black, and ginger fur.

Dave looked towards you with concern and then pause when he looked up at the TV and realized you were watching Shameless. He turned back towards you and paused, Oh Brother! He thought to himself.

“Hey-Hey, bug w-what’s wrong?” Dave treated lightly, knowing he had to watch what he says or else he’d probably make it worse.

Dave watches as you sniffle and wipe your eyes. “Fiona raised them to the best of her ability-she was just a kid a-and Monica just thinks she can come in and take that from her. It’s just so sad-“

Dave nods and watches as your cat nuzzles against you. He carefully sits down on the bed and caress the side of your face and kisses your cheek. “Yeah-yeah it is upsetting bug-But it’s okay, alright? I got you something it might make you feel better? Wanna see it?”

Dave pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose and smiles softly. He reaches into the bag and pulls out a medium sized duck stuffy with snorkeling gear on. Dave’s smile widens as he watches your lips curve up into a small smile.

“Davie..You got this for me? Thank you! I love it he’s so cute! Thank you!” You can’t help but pull him in for a kiss and smile at him with nothing but love behind your eyes. You could’ve sworn your pupils were probably the size of buttons right now.

“Oh! I got you your favorite apple juice.”

Dave shrugs like it wasn’t a big deal and smiles up at you.

“Ya know t-the one in the glass bottle?-Oh! Also got you chocolates and chips and some tea, heard that helps with cramps-“

He pulls out a bottle of Midol and shakes it. “More meds for cramps!”

The shaking of the bottle catches Marylin’s attention, she jumps forward trying to pounce on Dave’s hand and completely misses landing on the plushy pink carpet of your bedroom floor. She meows dramatically and exits the room in a stealthy manner.

You let out a small snort, what a drama queen she is. You turn your attention back to Dave and smile at him. He’s the best boyfriend ever and you can’t even fathom how you managed to snatch him up.

“Oh! I-I um I got you pads..I didn’t know what size you were so I got-I got them all-all the sizes..” A blush coats his cheeks. He look up at you embarrassed, his eyes widen as he watches your own eyes water and notices tears streaming down your cheeks, he panicked.

“What’s wrong?! Did I get the wrong sizes? The wrong snacks?! I can go back to the store right now!” He moves to get up but is stopped when you quickly grab his arm and pull him back into the bed with you.

“No nothings wrong! You’re just s-so sweet! You’re so sweet Dave! This is like the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” Your voice cracks and he let out a breath of relief and nods.

“Thank you, this so so sweet..really this is amazing!”

“You don’t have to thank me-i’m just doing what any boyfriend would.” Dave shrugs and pulls you in for a kiss.

You pull away with a dorky smile on your face.

“Also I bought some stuff to make some pasta-“

“If you don’t stop i’m going to cry again-oh my god.” You fan your face with your hands to try and calm down. He’s literally the sweetest man on earth and he’s your boyfriend!

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astermath · 2 years ago

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take a break.

pairing: dave lizewski x fem!reader

summary: dave has been overdoing the kickass activities, and you’re worried every other night could be his last. he tries to comfort you and tell you he’ll be okay. you’re not sure you believe him.

word count: 1.1K

tags: established relationship, mentions of injuries, dave being a sweetheart and loving his gf more than anything ofc, college au, regular font below!

“You’re such an idiot, Dave.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

You sigh deeply. This is the third time in two weeks he’s come to your dorm window, badly hurt, asking for help.

And of course you help him. He’s your boyfriend, yes, but sometimes you get so upset at him always getting hurt that you want him to just learn a lesson already.

But he never does. So you keep helping him.

You love him. Like a painful amount, almost. You’d been together since high school, back when you found out about his vigilante persona. Now you’re in college together, and though you support his activities and what he stands for, you’re scared it could all go very south very quickly. It seems like any time he goes out to fight these days could be his last.

He winces when you clean the cut on his cheek with some antiseptic. Normally, you’d apologise, saying you just want to help. But you’re quiet. You feel troubled, and Dave can tell.

He feels more conflicted than ever. He’s feeling like he has to choose; between his principles, what he stands for, and the love of his life, his favourite girl. And that’s just something he can’t do.

Because he know he’ll choose you. And he’ll spend the rest of his life feeling regretful over the people he didn’t save.

“You’re mad, right?”

“No shit.”

“Right.” He pauses for a second. “Sorry.”

“Just—“ you hold out your hands and sigh deeply. “Stop apologising.”

“But,” he sits up straighter suddenly, “alright.” He bites back the urge to say sorry again.

Now you feel bad for being mad. Because you decided to keep being his girlfriend, even though you knew about his endeavours. You knew of the risks, of everything he stood for, and you accepted it. Because you love him. So, so much. You even took on being his personal nurse, treating his injuries whenever he needed it. But lately it’s been too much for your poor heart to handle.

It’s one thing to know your boyfriend is out there fighting dangerous criminals at night.

It’s another to see him in the aftermath of it, on the brink of consciousness at your window.

“You know I wouldn’t ask you to stop.” Your words make him look back up, searching for your eyes even though you’re avoiding his gaze. His heart aches for it, the way you look at him. But he can tell by how shaky your voice is that you’re already on the brink of crying.

“I know.” He responds. He’s quiet, he doesn’t want to make you feel like you have to say anything.

“It’s just— Dave, this is… This is a lot. You’ve been overdoing it.” You finally look up, and though he’s happy to see your pretty face, his heart breaks at the sight of your teary eyes. Of course he’s seen you cry before, hell, pretty much every time you watch a movie together you cry. But now it’s because of him. And he doesn’t know what to do this time.

“It’s just— crime’s been ramping up lately, baby. And someone has to do something about it.” He knows what you’re about to say. That it’s not his responsibility, at least not alone. That he shouldn’t feel like it’s his sole duty to keep people safe. And you know that he knows you’re going to say that. So you keep quiet.

“But why does it have to be you?” Your voice sounds shaky, like it’s going to break if you talk too loud.

“Because, if not me, then who else? I mean seriously, I can’t just have you out there in a world this dangerous. What if something happens to you?”

“How do you think I feel? What if something happens to you, Dave? Then what? What if I lose the person closest to me because he’s too stubborn to take a break?”

He doesn’t know how to reply to that. Because he knows you’re right. You’ve been in the right from the start, his sense of purpose is just too connected to his persona. To Kickass.

“I’m sorry,” he reaches out for your hands, and you don’t pull away this time. They’re rough, calloused, but you’ve grown so accustomed to them. They’re warm, big, familiar. They’re Dave.

To his surprise, you lean into him, your head resting against his chest. Hesitantly, he wraps his arms around you, his hand running up and down your spine in an attempt to soothe you. You’re tired too. Not only are you basically his personal nurse, but you’re also a full time college student. Dave is too. And he’d be failing if it wasn’t for you taking extra notes for him.

“I don’t know how much more Kickass my heart can take right now…”

“I get that. Ill, uhm… I’ll take a break. I promise.”

“Are you sure?” You look up at him. You’re giving him those puppy eyes that he can’t resist, whether you’re trying to or not. Maybe he’s just that weak for you.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m sure.” He presses a kiss to your forehead. “And I’ll take you out on a date soon. A real date, like in those movies you like to watch.”

“Will you get me flowers too?”

“Don’t spoil your own surprise now.”

You giggle, and the sound of it nearly makes him forget about all his injuries.

The two of you sit quietly for a moment, simply enjoying each other’s embrace. Now that you think about it, it’s been a while since you’ve been together like this. The silence isn’t uncomfortable, it gives you time to breathe, to think. To let everything sink in.

“You know I’d never ask you to quit being Kickass, but… One day, you’re gonna have to put it to rest baby.”

“I know.” he sighs. “I’m getting more used to being Dave though. Or— liking being Dave.” He presses a kiss to your cheek. “You’ve been making that a lot easier.”

“Yeah. I mean Kickass is cool and all, really cool, but I prefer Dave.” You peck his lips, trying to pull away right after, but he doesn’t let you. He captures your lips once more, melting into the kiss and cradling your face gently.

“Thank you.”

“For what?” You smile against his lips.

“For liking Dave. He appreciates it.”

“Yeah, well… Tell him I don’t just like him, I love him.”

“He loves you too.” His face is graced by a love drunk smile. How can someone just be so lovely?

“And Kickass is alright too I guess.”

To that, he laughs, though it hurts his ribs a bit. He definitely bruised them, for sure.

Or maybe it’s the overwhelming love swelling in his chest.

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gingerteafairy · 13 days ago

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𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁

𝟮. 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁

Your heart was restless. There was so much going on. But you had already decided. You were going to tell Dave the truth before it was too late. Before he got hurt. Before you got hurt.

tags n warnings: dave lizewski x fem!reader, fluff, hyperfeminine!reader, language, suggestive, violence. word count: 6.2k masterlist part one part three (final)

The first rays of sunlight filtered through the window, casting the room in soft, golden hues. You felt a comforting warmth wrapping around your waist, different from the morning chill. It was Dave’s arms, pulling you into a lazy, cozy embrace. His face was close to yours, and for a moment, you wondered how you had ended up in this position. But soon, that thought faded as you watched him sleep.

Dave looked so… perfect there. His messy curls spread across the pillow, his mouth slightly open as he exhaled slow, steady breaths, and his long lashes cast delicate shadows on his cheeks. Unable to resist, you gently slid your fingers over his cheek, feeling the warmth and softness of his skin. Your touch hesitated for a moment before you let your fingers weave through his wavy hair. It was so silky between your fingers that you couldn’t help but smile faintly.

But then, Dave’s eyes started to stir beneath his eyelids, and his body gave a subtle movement. He was waking up. Reflexively, you quickly pulled your hand away and closed your eyes, pretending to still be asleep. Your heart raced, fearing he might have noticed.

What you didn’t know was that Dave had actually woken up some time ago. He had stirred a few minutes before but refused to move, wanting to savor every second of being close to you. His chest rose and fell in a gentle rhythm, trying to imprint in his memory the weight of your body against his, the shared warmth under the covers. But with a resigned sigh, remembering the day’s commitments, he finally forced himself to get up. Carefully, he slid his arms away from your waist and stood, stretching with a soft groan.

You cracked your eyes open, capturing the sight of him bathed in morning light. The sunbeams highlighted his curls, giving them a golden sheen, as if they were made of light itself. For a brief moment, you found yourself wishing you could paint, just so you could capture this scene forever.

Taking a deep breath, you finally stretched and sat up on the bed, rubbing your eyes before murmuring sleepily, “Good morning, Dave.”

He turned his face toward you, his hair even more disheveled from stretching, and a sleepy smile tugged at his lips. “Good morning,” he replied, his voice low and gravelly, sending a shiver involuntarily down your spine. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yes…” you answered, not daring to admit it was the best night of your life. “And you?”

Dave rubbed his neck, messing up the already unruly strands even more. “I did. But… I wish I had slept more.”

“I wish that too,” you hurried to agree, not sure if it was for the same reason. He was probably just tired, while you longed for a few more minutes of that warm, safe embrace.

Getting up, you grabbed your towel and gave him a quick glance before suggesting, “I have a suite, you don’t need to leave. I’ll shower first, and then it’s your turn?”

“Sure,” he nodded, already opening his backpack to grab his things.

You walked toward the bathroom, and as you closed the door behind you, you glanced at the mirror. Your eyes sparkled, your cheeks were slightly flushed, and a goofy smile seemed stuck on your face. The more you tried to compose yourself, the bigger it grew—like an incurable disease, fueled by every memory of Dave Lizewski’s touch, voice, and gaze.

“That’s ridiculous,” you muttered, pinching your arm weakly, as if that could snap you back to reality. But it was futile. A silly grin returned to your lips when you heard a noise coming from the bedroom, followed by Dave’s voice letting out a frustrated curse.

“Idiot,” you whispered, laughing to yourself.

Trying to shake off any thoughts of him, you finally stepped into the shower. But your mind wouldn’t cooperate. Dave. Dave Lizewski. Kick-Ass. Miss Lizewski.

Wait.

Mrs. Lizewski?

“Holy shit!” you exclaimed, scrubbing your hair harder, trying to wash those thoughts away.

The sudden noise was enough to make Dave burst into the bathroom in a flash. “What happened?!”

You turned, startled, your wide eyes meeting his—and that’s when reality hit. Dave was standing in the doorway, frozen, staring at you naked under the running water.

Time seemed to slow down. Your eyes slowly traced his body, your face still in shock, and Dave’s followed the same path before he realized what he was doing. “Oh my God, I’m sorry! I thought you fell or something—shit—”

“GET OUT!” you screamed, panic rising. The first thing you grabbed was the bottle of conditioner, and you threw it without hesitation. But Dave was quick, closing the door before the bottle could hit him.

On the other side, he mumbled, still awkward, “Sorry…”

You crouched under the shower, burying your face in your hands. The heat on your body wasn’t just from the hot water—it was the shame creeping up your neck.

“Damn… you could’ve stayed,” you murmured softly, to no one but yourself. But as you uttered it aloud, something inside you tightened. Your eyes started to burn, your throat suddenly closed, and before you could understand what was happening, tears fell uncontrollably.

“Damn. Damn.” You tried to wipe them away with your wet hands, but it was no use. The tears just wouldn’t stop.

Dave, forgive me. Dave, I don’t deserve you. Dave, I want you.

Dave…

“I love you.”

The words slipped out without permission, like a secret that had been locked away for so long it refused to stay buried. Your eyes widened in shock at your own voice.

“I must be crazy,” you muttered, quickly turning off the shower. Trying to shake off those thoughts, you grabbed the towel and stepped out of the bathroom.

Dave was sitting on the bed, staring at some spot on the wall. When he saw you walk out, he quickly looked away and stood up, grabbing his clothes for the shower. But before he could pass by you, your arm moved on its own, grabbing his. Dave froze instantly. His body tensed, and he looked first at your hand holding his, then up to your damp hair, and finally to your eyes—swollen.

You had been crying. His gaze softened, and instinctively, he raised his hand to touch your face, but hesitated at the last moment, pulling back to grip your arm instead. “Hey… what happened? You were crying. Tell me.”

The words were there, right on the tip of your tongue. Dave, I love you. I want you. I need you. Forgive me. But all that came out was: “Shampoo got in my eye.”

Dave blinked, clearly surprised by the simple answer. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “Oh… wow, I feel like an idiot now. Uh… I’ll go take my shower.”

“No,” you grabbed his arm again, but this time quickly let go, realizing how strange it must have looked. “It’s just… I don’t have any men’s shampoo.”

It was a terrible excuse, but he accepted it without question. “No problem. I’ll even use dish soap,” he joked, shrugging.

You laughed. It was so silly, but somehow, he always knew how to make you laugh, even when your chest was tight just moments before. “It’s amazing how guys can have better hair just using dish soap,” you remarked, sniffling. “I have to use a ton of products.”

“Alright, I’m going to the shower,” he stated, heading for the bathroom. “I must smell like a skunk.”

“A very handsome skunk,” you blurted out without thinking.

As soon as the words left your mouth, heat rushed to your face. But Dave just smiled and closed the door, leaving you standing in the middle of the room, trying to figure out what the hell was going on with yourself. Sighing, you turned to the wardrobe. But when you looked at the options, everything seemed wrong. Too short. Too pink. Too flashy. Too… trashy? Weird. Why did you care so much?

You wanted to be accepted by Dave.

A pair of pants seemed like a good choice, but you and the girls had a pact that pants were only for science class. A skirt? Your favorite one was in the laundry. A dress? Damn. This was more complicated than it should’ve been. Deciding to postpone this battle, you sat at the vanity and started your skincare routine more slowly than anyone who was already late should’ve. But the moment you picked up your makeup, your mind decided to mess with you.

“You look way prettier like this.”

The memory of Dave’s voice echoed in your head.

“I look pretty either way,” you grumbled to yourself, brushing the makeup on your face haphazardly. You weren’t going to let Dave Lizewski change you. Even though… he was the first guy to say something like that to you.

“You really do.”This time, the voice wasn’t in your head. You froze. Slowly, you turned to face him. Dave was standing across the room, dripping water onto your perfect carpet, his wet shirt clinging to his body.

“Oh my God, Dave! Where’s your towel?” You leapt up impulsively, heading for the closet and grabbing one.

He shrugged. “You didn’t give me one.”

“You didn’t ask,” you shot back, stepping closer and beginning to dry his hair.

Dave lowered his head slightly to make it easier as you rubbed the towel over the top of his soaked curls. Then, you moved down his face and onto his neck. Your eyes lingered on his shoulder—on the muscles there.

Without thinking, you murmured, “God, you’re huge.”

Dave laughed, straightening up. “I work out.” Of course you do, you thought, feeling your face heat up even more. “Thanks for the help,” he said, taking the towel from your hands.

“No problem.” You forced a smile, stepping back so he could finish drying off on his own. But your eyes were still scanning him up and down. If someone took a picture of you right now, you'd probably have little hearts coming out of your eyes like in a cartoon.

Shaking your head to push those thoughts away, you grabbed a white shirt and a pair of pants. Sometimes, keeping it simple was a good choice—and it would certainly be entertaining for the people at school. Talk good or talk bad, but talk about me.

“Here’s the deal,” you began, making Dave turn to you with attention. “My parents are leaving in 10 minutes. In the meantime, I’ll have breakfast, and you stay here. I’ll bring you something.”

“Okay.” He nodded, sitting on the bed while you left the room. When you got to the kitchen, you found the place empty, just a note stuck to the fridge.

"We left earlier, work problems. Xoxo."

A smile spread across your face. The house was just yours and his. “Dave, come down here! Now!” you shouted.

Within seconds, he came running in with his backpack on and a taser in his hand, looking serious and alert. “What happened?” he asked, taking a defensive stance, his eyes scanning the room.

“Nothing. Put that down.” You laughed, taking the taser from his hand. “Where do you get this stuff?”

“Internet,” he replied, taking the object back and tossing it in his backpack. He started looking around the kitchen while you picked out breakfast options.

“What do you want?”

“Anything,” he shrugged.

“No, seriously. Say something you like,” you insisted, suddenly feeling the urge to please him.

Dave blinked a few times before answering hesitantly, “So... cereal?”

“Cereal.” You repeated, nodding and grabbing the box. “You wanna eat with me?”

He furrowed his brow. “I thought you didn’t like cereal.”

“It has too much sugar, and I try to keep a... balanced diet,” you said, picking a piece of fruit.

Dave let out a small laugh. “Yeah, right. You’re perfect just the way you are.”

Your heart skipped a beat. His tone was so sincere that you couldn’t stop the heat rising in your face. “Well, one day won’t kill anyone, right?” you deflected, grabbing two bowls and sitting next to him. He poured milk into his cereal and took a big spoonful, eating with enjoyment. In the process, he let out a satisfied moan, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “You look like a squirrel eating.”

Dave stopped chewing. “Is that a compliment or an insult?” He covered his mouth, trying to speak with his mouth full.

“Well, squirrels are cute.” You shrugged. The corner of his mouth lifted in a smile. “Hey, would it be a problem if I drop you off at the corner of the school?”

Dave stopped chewing. “No problem… but why?”

Yeah. Why?

Because you were embarrassed to be seen with him? Because your friends would tease you? Because walking with a nerd could ruin your reputation? Because... because...

“Because I think it would avoid rumors about us,” you summarized, looking away and finishing your meal.

Dave nodded slowly. “Yeah... that makes sense.” He grabbed his bowl and yours, standing up. “I’ll wash the dishes.”

You raised an eyebrow, surprised. “Really?”

“Yeah.” He smiled to the side, heading to the sink.

While he washed, you silently watched him, but soon felt the urge to tease him. “We look like newlyweds doing this.”

Dave almost dropped the bowl but quickly recovered enough to hold it.“Yeah... we do, babe.” He joked, unable to hide his cheeks turning red. But you were the one who was even more affected. Your face heated up, and your immediate reflex was to hide your expression with your hair. “What’s up?” Dave tilted his head to the side, trying to see your face.

"Nothing... babe," you replied, tossing your hair back intentionally, revealing your flushed cheeks for just a second. His smile grew wider.

"Hold on, is my sweetie embarrassed?" He moved closer, his tone teasing as you tried to hide your smile. "Don't be like that, babe."

"Stop it, Dave." You pushed him on the shoulder but turned to the other side, feeling your face burn.

Dave dropped the dishes, clearly determined to keep teasing. He grinned before wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you into a hug from behind. "Hey, come here, babe. Let me see your face."

"Dave, no," you protested, but the little giggle that escaped betrayed you. Your body surrendered to the warmth of his.

"I'll let go if you call me babe again." He tightened his grip, laughing.

You opened your mouth to protest, but his hold became firmer, and an unexpected sound escaped your lips: "Ahwwn Dave, not like this..."

The warmth vanished in an instant. His eyes were wide, and you brought your hand to your mouth as if you had just said something forbidden.

"Sorry. I went too far." He took a few steps back, scratching his neck. You cleared your throat, trying to ignore the wave of embarrassment.

"Let's go to school."

The tension hung in the air, but you grabbed your bag and walked to the door. Dave stood still for a few seconds before following you. The drive to school was awkward. Neither of you said anything, lost in conflicting thoughts. You were so distracted that you missed the corner where you were supposed to drop him off and drove straight to the parking lot.

"Uhh... the corner..." Dave murmured, pointing shyly. He was in trouble. Big trouble. But not as much as you were. You pulled the handbrake and turned off the car, forcing a big smile.

"I felt generous."

Getting out of the car with Dave, you walked directly to the school without looking back. As soon as you entered the building, you saw your friends gathered near their lockers, exchanging suspicious smiles.

"Hey, sweetie. Decided to match outfits with your boyfriend today?" Katie teased. You frowned, confused, until you turned around and saw your reflection in the glass of a locker. You and Dave were practically matching—white shirts and jeans, both covered by jackets.

Great.

"Yeah. You know how boys love that," you deflected with a casual smile. Dave walked past you at that moment, giving a shy wave. On impulse, you winked at him with exaggerated charm. He visibly blushed before walking away, and your friends laughed. "See? He’s totally smitten with me," you commented, forcing a cheerful tone. "Consider this bet won. It’s getting exhausting to handle these weirdos.”

"No, no, no, no. Erika interrupted, crossing her arms. "It still needs proof."

You rolled your eyes. "And what would be 'proof'?"

"You’re going to the party with him tonight," she declared. "If I like what I see, I’ll give you the money after the kiss."

Your heart stopped. "Kiss?" you repeated, feeling panic rise. Wasn't that bet cruel enough already? Now you had to worry about a kiss? "I’m not kissing Dave! He... he probably doesn’t even know how to kiss."

"So what? Teach him," Katie shrugged.

"An extra 50 bucks for that," Erika added, raising the stakes.

You felt a bitter taste in your mouth. Everything seemed so wrong. But before you could stop yourself, you murmured, "Deal." And you hated yourself in that moment.

The day at school dragged on like never before. For the first time, you started questioning everything around you—the way you spoke, how you dressed, how you interacted with others. Everything felt so fake. Superficial. And Dave... The image of him wouldn't leave your mind. Your motto had always been "friendships before boys." But Dave wasn’t just any boy. At least, not to you. Not to your heart.

"Hey, babe, you going to the party tonight?"

You looked up and saw Landon leaning against the wall beside you, his usual smug smile on his lips.

"Yeah, I am," you answered automatically, fiddling with your necklace. "I already bought a dress."

"You’re going to look gorgeous for me, okay?" He winked, getting close enough to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. “You know how much i love when you clean up good, sweetie.”

His touch sent a chill down your spine—not the good kind. You wanted to pull away. You wanted to scream. But you just forced a smile. "Sure thing." As soon as he stepped away, you slapped your own ear, as if you could erase any trace of his presence.

Later, at home, you watched the party invitation on the table. Your heart was restless. There was so much going on. But you had already decided. You were going to tell Dave the truth before it was too late. Before he got hurt.

Before you got hurt.

The blue dress he gave you hugged your body like a warm embrace, the silk gliding smoothly over your skin. You felt powerful, enveloped by the memory of him. The blue makeup was like a reflection of his eyes watching you, following you with every movement. Popularity, status, the basketball guys... None of that mattered. You wanted Dave, and in that moment, nothing in the world could stop you.

The music thumped as you entered the party, but something was wrong. Your natural habitat suddenly felt like hostile territory. Colored lights flashed, illuminating familiar faces, but everything seemed strange, out of place. You slid over to the drinks table, holding a cup just to have something in your hands when the first chords of Maneater filled the air. The melody that used to be exciting now sounded like a provocation.

Katie approached, laughing, her light touch on your shoulder. "This is your song, our man-eater. Enjoy."

You forced a smile, but your stomach churned. Was this what you were? A monster? The weight of guilt settled in your chest. You had made Dave fall for you, and why? For money? No amount seemed worth that knot in your throat. The laughter that used to come easily now felt stuck, uncomfortable. You needed to get out of there.

"Girls, I..."

Before you could finish, the air around you shifted. A movement at the entrance caught your attention. And there he was.

Dave.

He was wearing the outfit you chose, but now, somehow, he looked even more handsome. Maybe it was the way he searched for you in the crowd, the sparkle in his eyes from finally finding you. The smile that spread across his face when he saw you made your heart tighten, and in that instant, you knew: that smile was worth far more than $150.

It was priceless.

You crossed the room without hesitation, your heels echoing against the floor, and wrapped him in a tight hug. His familiar, comforting scent surrounded you. You pulled back just enough to look at him. "You came." Your voice trembled, filled with conflicting emotions.

Dave smiled, a hint of surprise mixed with something deeper. "I didn’t want to waste an invite." He looked at you tenderly, his eyes tracing the shimmer of your dress. "You look beautiful." Your heart skipped a beat. "I like that blue thing on your eye."

You laughed, holding his hand without thinking. "It’s eyeshadow." He smiled crookedly, his thumb brushing gently against your skin. "Come on, let’s hit the dance floor!"

Before he could respond, you pulled him along, and he followed without resistance. The beat of "This is What You Came For" reverberated through the room. You gave yourself to the rhythm, your hips swaying, your arms moving with the music. Dave tried to keep up, but his movements were awkward, half-funny, half-adorable. You laughed and took his hand, spinning him as if it were your turn to lead. He stumbled a little, going through the makeshift arch of your arms in a hilarious way.

Your laughter rang out loud, genuine. For the first time that night, you felt light.

Until he stopped.

You frowned as you noticed his gaze fixed, intense, as if he were seeing something no one else could. "What’s wrong? Dance!" You insisted, taking his hand and moving it with the rhythm.

He opened his mouth but hesitated. "What?" You leaned in closer, the loud music making conversation difficult. Dave bent down slightly, bringing his lips close to your ear. His warm breath sent shivers down your skin.

"You look so beautiful when you’re being yourself."

Your body froze. Your breath short, chest tight, dizziness hit you suddenly. A wave of emotions hit you like a punch to the stomach. You took a step back, then another. Dave frowned, confused. And then, you ran. You passed through the crowd, down the hallways lit only by the distant glow of the party. Your heart raced, your eyes burned.

"Wait!" His voice reached you, and you stopped abruptly, trying to catch your breath. When you turned to face him, Dave froze.

His face was stained. The blue makeup that once symbolized his eyes now ran in shining streaks, mixed with tears. The glitter gleamed like shards of glass against your wet skin. Dave felt something break inside him. Without thinking, he stepped forward and cupped your face in both hands, his thumbs gently brushing your cheeks. You felt your throat close. His touch was so delicate, so careful... Even in moments like this, he managed to be gentle. And it only made you want to cry even more.

"Dave, no..." Your voice faltered, choked up, as your trembling hands reached for his face, gently pushing him away. Your fingers brushed his skin, warm, too gentle for someone like you. "I'm a horrible person. I don't deserve you. Please, stay away from me."

His eyes shone in the dim hallway light, but his expression remained firm. He took a step forward, ignoring the pain in his voice. "No."

Before you could pull back, he pulled you into a tight embrace. His warmth enveloped you completely, and your body gave in, collapsing against his chest. Your face lost itself in the soft fabric of his shirt, and your fingers, once hesitant, now gripped the fabric tightly, as if it was the only thing holding you up.

"I won't let you go," he whispered against your hair, his breath quickening. "Even if you ask, even if you say those awful things about yourself, I won't. Because I know who you really are. I've been with you this whole time."

You lifted your face, your eyes blurred with tears meeting his. His expression twisted with pain. "No, you don't know," your voice broke, a sob escaping. "Dave, you don't know anything. I'm horrible. You're so good, so pure, and I..." You shook your head, swallowing back the tears. "You don't deserve any of what I did to you. You'll never forgive me."

His fingers slid down to your face, holding it with a tenderness that made your heart shatter even more. "Stop saying this nonsense," he murmured, his thumbs caressing your skin softly. "You don't understand... I love you."

You blinked, as if the words had struck you physically. "And you're so kind to me, even though I don't deserve it," your voice came out in a whisper, trembling. "So wonderful. I don't even know how to act when I'm with you, Dave. I love you, but I'll never deserve you."

His eyes narrowed slightly before he leaned his face closer. "Shut up." The intensity in his voice made you hold your breath.

"And every time you hugged me... I felt so much disgust for myself."

Dave clenched his jaw. His gaze darkened with a mix of pain and frustration. "If you're not going to shut up..." His voice was now a growl.

Then he kissed you.

The world around you dissolved. The shock ran through your body like a lightning bolt, but it only lasted a second before you gave in. Your body relaxed against his, your hands reaching for his hair as your lips molded to his. The kiss was intense, desperate, as if he was proving a point—like he was holding you there, showing you that you were real, that he was here.

Tears still streamed down your face, mixing with the kiss. It was like the waves of the ocean—deep, overwhelming, with a salty touch of emotion. His hands moved to your waist, pulling your silhouette against his like he wanted to etch that moment into your skin. With a skilled movement, he guided you to the nearest wall, pressing you there as the kiss deepened. You felt his body heat against yours, every touch laden with need and surrender. Your fingers dug into his shoulder, scratching the fabric of his shirt as your breathing became erratic.

Then, with a delicacy that contrasted with the desperation of the kiss, he raised his hand and stroked your cheek. You melted at the touch, tilting your face into his warm palm, closing your eyes for a moment. Nothing needed to be said. Because, in that instant, there were only the two of you.

"Wow, that was worth 200 bucks," Erika's voice cut through the moment like a sharp blade.

The warmth of Dave’s touch still burned your skin, and for a moment, it took you a while to process her words. But then you realized. You realized the murmurs around you. The circle of curious eyes. The expressions of surprise, shock, and amusement. And, above all, you realized Dave. He pulled away slightly, his brow furrowed, his gaze scanning your face as if trying to decipher something.

“Shit, I spoke too loud,” Erika murmured, but it was already too late.

Dave blinked, confused. “What do you mean 200 bucks?”

Your mouth opened, but no sound came out. He looked at you, then at your friends, then back to you. The silence was crushing. And then, came the pain. The sparkle in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a dense, dark, and destructive shadow. Something inside him broke, and you saw it happen in real-time.

“What do you mean 200 bucks?” He repeated, now more firmly, his voice loaded with something that made your stomach twist. “Answer me! Fuck!”

Your throat tightened. Your chest heaved uncontrollably, tears spilling without permission. You tried to speak, to form any words, but the sobs consumed you.

"Answer me!"

"Forgive me, Dave," you begged, reaching out to touch his hand, seeking any spark of the affection he once had for you. But he pulled away as if your touch burned him.

"Don't fucking touch me," he hissed, the venom dripping from his words. Your world collapsed. The look in his eyes... The look you feared most had finally appeared.

Disgust.

Katie noticed your body falter and grabbed your arm. "Come on, let’s go."

You pulled away. "No!"

Dave turned his back, his shoulders stiff, but you rushed toward him, desperate to hold on to any piece of him before it was too late. But Todd and Marty were already there, standing beside him, ready to take him away.

"Please, Dave! Listen to me!"

He stopped. He turned on his heels, his chest rising with heavy breaths. "I should’ve suspected it from the moment you came to talk to me," his voice came out softer, but filled with pain. You shook your head, tears streaming down your face. "Was saying you loved me also part of the deal?"

The impact of his words hit harder than a punch. "No!" you shouted, stepping forward. Katie and Erika raised their arms in front of you, holding you back like a human shield. "That was real! I made the bet, Dave! I did! But I never, never lied about loving you!"

Dave laughed. But it wasn’t his sweet, shy laugh. It was a dry laugh, humorless, that sliced through you like glass. His eyes were filled with bitter tears. "And that kiss?" His voice cracked at the end. "Was that also part of the fucking deal?"

Your body froze. The air stuck in your lungs. Your face trembled, your lips wavered, and that was all Dave needed to see. He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head, wiping away a tear with the back of his hand. "Yeah, i figured."

Marty touched Dave's shoulder, which was still as rigid as stone. "Let's go, man."

Dave hesitated for a second, as if he were waiting for you to say something, to rewrite the ending. But you were stuck. Paralyzed by the crushing weight of what you had done.

"Dave..." Your voice was a mere whisper.

He simply turned his back. And walked away. Todd and Marty followed him, but before they left, they cast one last look at you—not with anger, but with pure disappointment.

You had never felt so small.

“Quite a lesson to those losers,” Landon laughed, stepping closer. Your body acted before your mind. Your foot flew forward, catching Landon right between the legs. He fell to his knees on the floor, letting out a high-pitched groan. “BITCH!”

Katie smirked. “There can’t be much there anyway, tiny.”

Landon extended his middle finger to you, still writhing in pain. You didn’t care. You didn’t care about anything other than the unbearable pain burning your chest.

"Come on, let’s get out of here," Erika said softly, touching your arm more gently than before. You didn’t respond. Your eyes were still locked on the door, where Dave had disappeared with your broken heart. A final glance was exchanged before he vanished for good. That was it.

"Yeah… Let’s go." You murmured, and your feet moved quickly, cutting through the crowd that had watched everything, some recording, others just observing the spectacle of your ruin. But nothing else mattered.

Because Dave Lizewski was gone and you knew you would never be the same.

The road seemed like a blur of lights and shadows as you kept your head pressed against the window of Katie’s car. Your eyes, red and swollen, watched the landscape pass by too quickly, as if the world was running away from you. Every now and then, your reflection appeared in the rearview mirror, and Katie cast worried glances but stayed silent.

Erika, beside you in the backseat, twisted the hem of her dress between her fingers, restless.

"Sweetie, I..." she broke the silence, her voice hesitant, almost fearful. "I’m so sorry."

You blinked, forcing a weak smile as you sniffled. "It wasn’t your fault."

"But—"

"I’m the one who accepted the bet."

Erika pursed her lips, her eyes shining with guilt. "But I was an idiot, i’m sorry," she insisted, sliding her hand over to yours. You looked at the touch. At Erika’s fingers over yours. But all your mind could see was the memory of Dave’s hands there. The way he held you carefully. As if you were something precious. As if he would never let go.

"I think I’ll never feel his hands again," you murmured, pulling your hand away to wipe it across your face, as if you could erase the feeling of loss.

Suddenly, the car stopped abruptly in the middle of the avenue, and you were thrown against the back of the seat. "Ouch, Katie! Look ahead!" you complained, massaging your forehead.

But before you could understand what was happening, Katie got out of the car, opened your door and pulled you out with force.And then, she slapped you in the face. The sound echoed in the silent night.

“FUCK! WHAT WAS THAT?” you screamed, putting your hand to your face, surprised and indignant.

Erika got out of the car too, confused. “Katie, are you crazy?!”

She didn’t even hesitate. Another slap to Erika.

“GIRL, THE FUCK? WHAT’S YOUR PROBLEM?!” Erika complained, taking a step back.

Katie ignored the impatient honking of the cars stopped behind. She crossed her arms and glared at you.

“Remember me of who you are.”

You blinked, frowning. “I don’t know… I am me?”

Katie took a deep breath, clearly trying to contain her frustration. “Okay, I’ll make the question better.” She grabbed you by the shoulders and looked you in the eyes. “Tell me how you feel about Dave.”

The traffic behind you was a mess. Drivers were shouting, horns were honking, but Katie didn’t even blink.“Fuck off! We’re in the middle of something important here!” she yelled at the drivers before turning her focus back to you. You swallowed hard, feeling your chest tighten. “Be honest. How do you feel about him?”

The weight of the question made your throat close up. But then, something inside you snapped. “I love him.”The words came out forcefully, ripped from the depths of your being. Saying them out loud was like letting out a sigh after holding your breath for too long. A relief.

“I love Dave,” you repeated, and it felt like some of the weight was lifted from your shoulders.

Katie smiled, satisfied. “Do you think he feels the same way about you?”

You hesitated. Fear took hold of you again, and your eyes welled up. “He said he loved me, but…” your voice trailed off, and you lowered your head. “I don’t know if I heard you right…”

Katie lifted her hand, gently wiping a tear from your face.

“That’s all you need.”

You blinked, confused. “What do you mean?”

“If you love him, just prove it, silly.” She laughed, adjusting your dress as if she were preparing you for a new challenge.

You still didn’t know exactly what that meant. But you nodded. Because, deep down, it made sense. Even if it took all your effort, even if it hurt, you had to try. It was then that Erika raised her hand, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“I have a bet.”

You and Katie turned to her at the same time.

“Oh no, Erika!” you both groaned together. “Seriously?”

“No, seriously, listen to me.” Erika raised her hands in surrender, but her voice was firmer now. “I’ll give you $300 if you can get Dave to forgive you.”

You huffed, crossing your arms. “That’s great, I’ll get my wallet and give you the money right now, because I already lost.”

She laughed and put her hand on your shoulder. “It’s a fair bet. I know you’ll win.”

Her confidence was oddly comforting. For the first time that night, your heart warmed with a small flame of hope. The cars honked again, and Katie rolled her eyes.

“Okay, okay! We’re leaving, you idiots!” she shouted before everyone got back in the car.

You sank back into the seat, your thoughts still swirling, trying to figure out how you were going to do this. How you were going to win Dave back. But you knew one thing. This was going to be one hell of a sleepover. And by the end of it, you would have a plan.

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ᶠᵃˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃᵈ

ˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉᵃ ʷᵃⁿᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵐᵉ

ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏⁿⁱᶠᵉ ʷᵃⁿᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ˢˡⁱᵗ ᵐᵉ

ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ʰᵉˡᵖ ᵐᵉ﹖

ⁱ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ⁱᵗˢ ᵒᵛᵉʳ

ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ⁱ ᶜˡⁱⁿᵍ

ⁱ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵉˡˢᵉ ⁱ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵍᵒ..."

Sandbox Love Never Dies

Dave Lizewski x Demonic!Reader (Jennifer's Body AU)

Premise: In this chapter, reader becomes the god she was always destined to be. She does something she shouldn't, and ends up on Dave's doorstep, the only place she has ever known to go to for help. Dave is completely horrified from the night events, but still cares for reader. Some cannon from JB divergence, maybe this way we can find a happy ending. Either way, the horror is starting to settle in with this chapter, please mind the tags and authors note!

Words: 4.5k

Read chapter one here // be added to the tag list for this fic here

Tags/CW: reader death(and rebirth), side character death implied but spared the gorey details, blood, gore, angst, drama, shared trauma, hurt/comfort, nurse Dave, bath scene, Dave helps reader bathe, Dave and reader end up in some pretty good fluff at the end.

Author's Note: this chapter was really interesting to write as the horror part of this au starts to become more prevelant, but if you are squimish to any of the above CW's the please be mindful when reading. As mentioned, there is a character death in this chapter, but I opted to skip an in depth scene of what happens, but if you've seen JB you should get what's going on. If any of that is confusing, let me know! This chapter is under the cut <3 P.S. this song really fits this chapter, so give it a listen ʚ♥︎ɞ

The sky looms, limitless, an endless expanse of stars over this world. A cruel world where girls too young are tied, roped, adjusted as such to the top of a natural stone used as a sacrificial table. The sky has a million eyes and they're all on you tonight, Snowflake Queen, as your heavy breathing remains still human just yet. The omnipresent dark that covers the earth nightly is just as restrained as you are, helpless to stop what will soon happen.

You can almost feel the same pit of darkness as the sky open up in your stomach, blood running out as stupid men play stupid games with ritualistic consequences. All you can do is scream, the sound falling on deaf ears of the woods that envelope the scene.

You find yourself as cold and limitless as the sky as your human body is ruined. The assailants laugh, crack jokes, and sing songs as their blood pumps to the idea of fame and fortune being theirs. As you go still, they figure the job is over, throwing away any evidence into Devil's Kettle, the rushing, hungry mouth of the waterfall that eats all it's given, never to return. They don't even bother to give you a second look as they leave. You can feel the chill of death take you, your breath leaving, leaving, leaving. Never to return as yours.

Then, you feel something else.

You feel something move inside your broken body, breathing life into your lungs that had just barely stopped its function. You can feel it, black, slimey, crawling down your throat and slipping into that pit of your stomach, but not filling it. No, it sits there like a creature, a parasite, that only adds to the emptiness, that begs as much hunger as the rushing waterfall, it growls with animalistic hunger, the sound rushing out of your mouth as you try to scream.

You aren't even sure what happened next, your eyes focused on all the little pinpricks of light in the sky that disappear if you look directly at them for too long. What you do remember is the crunching of bone as you escape your restraints, then the sound of it going back into place, your wounds closing, your body changing, a darkness filling your veins.

You're different, maybe even better, than before.

The next thing you come to realize is how your body finds itself breaking into a run, stumbling through the tree line and seeing the still smoldering Melody Lane Tavern. The fire seems vague and so far away to you now, like another life. The corpse of the building is still illuminated in red and blue, so you decide to walk away from there. As you do, on your path you see someone.

The shape in the dark is walking with hunched shoulders, holding itself, and shivering. You watch, curious. As you approach, the familiar face begins to connect in your fuzzy brain.

"Marty?" Your voice croaks out, still so tired from what's happened.

Marty turns to you, he's completely out of it, but upon seeing a familiar face looks weakly hopefully.

"You're alive…" You say to him, he can barely speak after what's happened tonight. As you look at him, and see the thin dribbles of blood fall from his head, that pit inside you opens up farther than before. You feel a low growl wanting to escape your lips. Something about that blood is making you so hungry it's taking over your already clouded mind.

"Does anyone know you're here, Marty?" You say, almost as a puppet, the hunger speaking for you. Marty can only shake his head, and you can almost feel the world go back for what happens next.

The only thing you remember later is flashes, you can't think about it too much, the humanity in you is still on the surface since the transformation. No, you don't want to talk about what you did to Marty.

You do, however, know that the only thing you feel after is euphoric. You are coated with the blood of this endless nightmare, stumbling about the dark, wet blacktop roads. You barely register the headlights aimed for you, and you know that even if you were struck by a car, you're invincible right now. You drank the blood, and now you're a god.

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Dave can't stop shaking. He feels like his stomach might cave in, and he can hardly believe any of tonight happened. He can still see you, dazed, glassy eyed and being pulled into those fuckers van. His muscles tighten just thinking about it, and he feels like he throw a punch for one of the first times in his life.

He's so worried about you, he has no idea what to even do, but he knows something is wrong. As he and Katie were caught in the hectic aftermath of the fire, the police just starting to show up, he felt something that made him double over in the grass. It was as if his stomach had been slit, he could feel it so vividly, practically sense your pain as much as you felt it. All he could do was writhe in the grass, begging Katie to help him, and not let anyone want to try to keep him here longer. No, he didn't need medical attention, he just needed to get home. He needed somewhere he could be safe, somewhere he could maybe try to think of saving you.

Katie, despite how little she's known Dave, actually came through, and helped Dave get to his feet. Despite the pain, they made it to Dave's car without anyone trying to stop them. Katie was happy to help Dave, but she was terrified for Erika, who hasn't been spotted yet. Because of this, while she has positioned Dave in the driver's seat, she tells him she has to stay, look for Erika. Dave understands, and they share a look.

Dave knows all too well how she's feeling right now. That's exactly how he feels about you. He gives her a nod, as if to say 'go to her', and after Katie leaves, Dave takes his own advice.

He starts the car and begins to drive, his head feeling still filled with the smoke from the fire, smoggy and clouded from the night's trauma. He feels so strange, physically. He had felt the immense pain, but now all he feels is numb. His whole body is cold, and that scares him more than the pain. You have to be alive to feel pain, this numbness…"god…please don't let it mean that…".

Dave lets himself drive in almost dazed state, the small town is quiet at this time of night, and no one has been seen on the road since he got away from Melody Lane's chaos. In fact, it's so eerily desolate. The cold, wet night glistening off the road. Dave takes his eyes off the road for a moment, to turn on the heat in the car, the shivering cold and numbness reaching a breaking point inside him, it's so strong.

When he looks back at the road, he practically screams, the terror rising and catching in his throat, he hits the brakes as hard as possible. His headlights flood a figure with a brightness that blocks out half their shape. But what he catches before the person runs, impossibly fast, makes his spit run thin. That puffy white jacket, those piercing eyes, all that blood….

Dave can barely shake himself free of what he's seen, but now he's sitting here, all alone, that numbing feeling drifting away. It's all he can do, so he finishes his drive home.

When he returns home, he can barely move his body, the pain of tonight already setting in as the adrenaline cools and thickens inside him. Dave is just so tired. He weakly goes inside, his dad is likely well asleep, maybe a bottle in. Despite feeling like tonight's events should be 'wake your parent up out of a drunken stupor' worthy, Dave trudges up the stairs to his attic room. As he opens the door, the intense numbing feeling brushes past him once again, and he braces himself.

Inside, you sit on his floor, bloody and clothes torn, completely dazed.

Dave cannot describe how it feels to see you, he is shocked, but the relief of having you here, with him, not with those horrible men, washes over him so intensely that his knees almost give out.

"Oh my god…" Dave doesn't even feel like he's saying it, but the words fall from his mouth. He rushes to your side, falling next to you, and gripping your arms through your jacket. "You're alive…I thought…"

You're still so dazed, but your eyes slowly drag over to Dave. Your mouth is crusted with blood that's not yours, god, if Dave knew from whom it came from he would never forgive you. Besides that, you can hardly understand what compelled you, in this new form, to come here. Old habits die hard, you suppose. You also have a feeling that absolutely terrifies you when Dave comes so close.

As much as you felt something similar when you saw Marty, this is different. You feel as if the hunger inside you isn't an overwhelming coldness, no it's not the need to fill that numb spot within you. It's different. A blazing fire. It builds, your stomach set ablaze and filled with a want and a yearning that is so strong. You eye Dave with a hunger that goes well beyond the need to eat, no, this isn't sustenance, it's a want for him, all of him.

You can just imagine, pulling him up from the floor, dragging him to his bed, and your weight and power on top of him. You can just imagine his innocent eyes as you can't decide whether to fuck him or sink your teeth into him. Just the thought of sliding his cock into you while you do both, tasting him, his neck in your mouth, the submission as he allows you to take him, all of him…

Dave has to reach up and gently grab your chin, focusing your attention on him. You didn't even realize a low growl had started forming, deep within your chest as you thought about consuming Dave. You also notice he had been talking while you imagined this, and feel a mixture of disgust and lust.

"What happened…?" Is all he can say at this point, you seem completely broken, and he can sense that your energy is different even if he doesn't acknowledge that he does. You don't respond, for a long moment, your thoughts a haze of trying to ignore the budding hunger inside of you, and remembering how to be, well, human. Even if you couldn't articulate it now, you knew you were not like Dave anymore, not at all. You aren't really sure what you are, or everything it entails, but you know for sure if you don't keep your hunger in check…you don't even want to think about what could happen, the guilt from your still fresh humanity filling your veins with a chill.

"Dave…can you…can you please just help me up…" You start, your voice is dry and tired. Dave doesn't even question, he simply stands and holds out his hands, those large hands you've dreamed about touching you. You realize how cold your hands are to his nice, warm, human hands. He swiftly pulls you up, and you wobble, his hands there to steady you at the waist.

You're so close when you look up at him. He wasn't always this tall, you remember when you were kids, and you used to tease him about how he was shorter than you. You're almost certain that it was around the time he gained an inch, that one defining inch, above you, that's about when you started to fall in love with him. It wasn't so much that his being taller did something to you to change your feelings on him, no, it was more of the fact that after that, you guys slowly became more than just schoolyard mates. Even if you would never admit those feelings that fluttered at the worst times. Right now, is one of them. If you could blush, you would be right now, Dave's big blue eyes look at you with concern and worry. Of course, Nurse Dave as always, here to patch up your bloody knees just like when you were kids.

Right now, it's a bit more than a scrap on the knee. Dave doesn't know if he should even be keeping you here, if all that blood is yours, well, he should take you to the hospital, right? You seem so pale, so fragile as he slowly takes over the situation, no longer time for questioning any of this.

"Here, let's go to the bathroom…" He says softly, guiding you to his en suite. It's small, dimly lit by a yellowing bulb, and messy in a way that teenage boys always seem to make. He gently picks you up, and for a moment, you're surprised at how strong Dave is. You don't remember when he got to be so strong. He sets you on the sink counter, which has ample room for you, and begins by taking your puffy, once white, jacket off.

"What are you…?" You start, still out of it.

"You just…" Dave seems embarrassed for a moment as he continues to undress you, but his eyebrows pull together, determined for your own safety. "I need to see what happened, you're bleeding so much…"

Dave's hands begin to shake as he notices underneath your jacket there is a large hole in your shirt. He has to steady himself, he has no idea how bad the wound is, and as he keeps looking at the shirt he notices more and more holes, the blood making it so hard to see what exactly is going on.

"Did…oh my god…did you get stabbed?" Dave has to take his glasses off for a moment just to make sure he's seeing this all correctly. There's no way you could even be standing, let alone at his door if these truly are stab wounds. He reaches out gingerly, his fingers barely tracing a hole that goes directly over your heart, and pulls his hand back in fear of that hole leading to a wound in your body. You don't respond to his question, way too tired and focused on fighting your own hunger to be talking much right now.

"Okay, we need this off…" Dave says quickly, any embarrassment for seeing you in your bra overtaken by how scared he is about what he will see on your body. He gently, but effectively takes your shirt off, a lacy white bra underneath, soaked in blood. Dave looks you over, the blood is slick on your body, starting to turn darker shades of red and brown now as it begins to dry, but what he realizes is that as his fingers explore your body all he feels is softness. His fingers even trace to that spot, right over your heart, moving away blood that slicks his fingers, and all he finds is smooth, soft skin underneath. No wounds.

"This…this isn't your blood?" He almost scoffs the words out, in disbelief. By the looks of you when you came in he thought…well, he doesn't really even know what he thought, but he was sure you were in much worse shape. You catch his eyes when he asks, and shake your head wearily. Dave lets out a sigh of relief that expels so much stress he can barely breathe in again when he's done.

"Holy shit…God…you had me so worried there…" He could almost scream, but instead he does something neither of you expected. His strong arms grab you, pulling you close, almost off the counter, and into his chest. He puts his head right against your tangled, blood soaked hair, and he is glad you can't see him right now. Dave sees a glance of himself in the mirror, the tears forming and slowly dripping down his cheeks. He just can't believe you're here, you're okay, and that he can keep you safe now.

"I'm so lucky…" He whispers, not necessarily to you, or himself.

Lucky. You could almost laugh if you weren't losing more and more energy as you feel yourself sinking into Dave's arms. Nothing about tonight had been lucky. In fact, you almost wonder if this is some sort of sick joke being played on you, and if you could just close your eyes, fall asleep, when you woke it would all be over.

When Dave finally pulls away, to get a better look at you once more, you let out a small noise of discontent from losing his warm embrace.

"We should probably get you cleaned up." he says, looking you over, assessing what's needed. "Do you think you can do it yourself…?"

Before he's even finished asking the question you're shaking your head. Dave can't help a blush rise to his cheeks as he thinks about how he will have to undress you completely to really help you get clean. He then nervously moves his hand to push his glasses back up, before noticing them sitting on the counter next to, and laughs uncomfortably.

"Well, we'll have to get these c-clothes," he starts sputtering out a bit, he isn't usually so nervous around you, you're, well his best friend in the whole world. And if it wasn't for the gender difference this wouldn't be such a big deal. Dave lets out a shaky breath, then continues, more determined to complete the task at hand so that you can feel better. "Yes, as long as you're okay with it, I'll have to undress you to help you bathe."

He settles on that, hoping he's not being weird and that the end justifies the mean here. You look up at him, and muster the energy to speak, to calm his nerves.

"I need your help Dave, I don't care if you see me naked…" You say weakly, and it's true. If it wasn't for the fact that you were feeling as if your energy was fading faster and faster, you may have very well been worried about Dave seeing you naked. But right now? No, you couldn't care even if you tried after the night had. You think Dave senses that and feels the same way. He's just as tired as you, by the look in his eyes.

Dave doesn't say much more, besides an occasional instruction for helping to get your clothes off. He helps you wiggle out of tight skinny jeans, the task made harder by the blood soaked spots that want to stick to your skin. After that, it's only your bra and panties left. Dave can't help but notice how much of your body is being exposed to him for the first time. It's just how he imagined it, if not even better, and he has to remind himself that this wasn't how this should have gone, and now is not the time for a wandering mind. You tell him you have your underwear covered as far as taking it off, and ask if he can start the bath.

He nods, says 'of course!' As if he had made some mistake when his hand reached up for the waistband of your matching panties. He turns to the bathtub before he embarrasses himself more, and you slowly, muscles tired and sore, hop off the counter and begin taking off your bra. When you're finally fully undressed, you ask Dave if he can close his eyes as you hop in the tub.

"Oh, sure, here." He holds out his arm for you to steady yourself as you get in. You utilize this, and as you sink into the half full tub you feel a sense of ease hit you. Dave has it at the perfect temperature, the heat of the bath making you miss his warm arms once more. You let Dave know when he can open his eyes, even though you're sure he can see a full view of your ample chest, it somehow feels better that half of you is protected by the bubbles Dave also added to the bath.

Dave can feel how deeply red his cheeks are as he watches your breasts rise and fall in the water, and when the water begins to turn a rusty color, Dave straightens his mind out. He kneels down next to the tub, his knees on the bathmat. You slide closer as he grabs a washcloth and begins dipping it in the warm water. Neither of you speak as he begins with your face, the softness of the cloth and the warmth of the water easing your tensions while taking off blood and make up. Dave has actually helped you take your makeup off for the night before so he starts with this, feeling most confident in his abilities.

Eventually he finishes your face, and you open your eyes to see him deciding where to start next. He starts on your neck, it's the next thing down that has blood crusted on it, so might as well, right? He cleans gently, making sure that he's not hurting you, going slowly. When you're certain your neck is done, and he's just avoiding going lower, you look up at him, meeting his eyes with a new boldness that has emerged from your transformation. You take his hand gently and lead it to your breast, keeping your eyes locked as you allow him to feel your soft, plump skin there. His eyes look so nervous, something about how much he wants to touch in this way being so clear on his face, yet he rejects it, as to be gentlemanly, or a good friend perhaps, turns you on way more than any of the other boys who have had access to your breasts.

He takes his time here, despite his nerves. Circling your breasts with the washcloth until your supple skin is all that's showing. He keeps his eyes mainly on yours, something about the connection between you two right now is more than just a horny teenager seeing his first pair of boobs. No, it's deeper than that. It's about the trust between you two, and how Dave is staying focused on your needs first and foremost. That isn't to say that how he is touching you now isn't making your already weak legs feel weaker, a quivering in your chest and between your legs building as Dave moves on to the other side, making sure to give the same attention there. You can feel yourself twitch as he brushes over your nipples, which are so hard and tight despite the warm water. They just barely float above the bubbles, and Dave makes sure you're all clean before moving on.

You thought the spell would be broken when he moves on to cleaning your back, but somehow, his hands moving in such a pleasurable massage, makes you want him even more. You completely relax as he cleans, you're sure that it's clean by now, but Dave continues to massage just to make you feel better. When he pauses, you feel his breath against your ear, his voice soft, full of something you've never heard from him before.

"Does that feel good?" He checks in, and you nod, giving a small, relaxed 'mhm…' along with it. You can't see it, but you're sure Dave is smiling, pleased to please you. He always has been that way. He can't help it when it comes to you.

He reaches for the shower head, glad that the bath is a two in one, and starts the water there. He checks the temperature again, making sure it won't be shocking, and he wets your hair. He still can't believe how much blood was on you, and you're unharmed. He begins to gently wash your hair, wondering where it came from. Perhaps he'll ask you in the morning when all this might make more sense. But right now, he works a lather into your hair, his hands like magic, moving so thoughtfully through your locks. You find yourself wishing that this had come on any other night. Why is it that you get to know the pleasure of Dave's hands on your body after all that's happened and not on both of your own terms. You are too tired and enjoying what Dave is doing to care right now. That's for another you to ponder sometime.

Dave finishes up your hair, and gives the wash cloth over to you, instructing you to finish up anything he couldn't reach. He informs you that he is going to get some new clothes for you, and to your surprise, his cool lips touch your forehead before he leaves. You gaze up at his form as he's already out the bathroom door, strutting quickly away to find some new clothes without leaving you too long. You finish washing while he's gone, and stand up wearily out of the tub, grabbing a nearby towel to dry off.

You're all wrapped up in a white towel of his, the tub filled with dirty water, slowly taking it, fand the night that caused it, down the drain. Dave comes back in, surprised you're out, but glad you didn't slip while doing so.

"I got you an old band shirt of mine, and a pair of my shorts." You smile, taking the shirt and shorts.

"I love this shirt…" You say, slowly pulling over your head, the towel still shielding you.

"I know…" Dave says softly as your head pops out of the shirt, your wet hair leaving droplets on the shoulders. You smile and Dave glances away as you slip his shorts on, fitting you nicely enough for the night. You discard the towel and follow Dave towards his bed.

"Here…" He says, pulling back the covers so you can get in. You do, gladly. Dave slips in behind you, and he immediately puts his arms around your waist, too nervous of you escaping him again. You notice the hunger from earlier is duller, calmed for now. Somehow, Dave's attention to you has helped, and you find as Dave snuggles against your shoulder, your breath slowing. The terrors of tonight are ringing around your ears still, but it's no match for how tired your body is. You drift into a deep sleep, wrapped by Dave Lizewski's arms, something you never thought would happen this way.

Some thing's really must be fate.

#dave lizewski x popular!reader #dave lizewski fanfic #dave lizewski x reader #dave lizewski #aaron taylor johnson x reader #aaron taylor johnson #my writing #kick ass x jennifers body crossover #kick ass fanfic #jennifers body au

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aurynsia · 3 months ago

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Update!!

Hi everyone! I’m finishing my James fic (Unrequited, Terrifying) tonight and I have a bunch of new works lined up to post.

However, all of them are super unfinished and I’m unsure what I should complete first, so it’s up to you! Please vote for what fic you want next!

All of these will be posted eventually in the coming weeks, I’ll just post them in order of most wanted to least <3

Ps. Wow my ATJ obsession is really shining through with this one

#sirius black #james potter #remus lupin #the marauders #tangerine #bullet train #dave lizewski #kick ass

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moonpascaltoo · 8 months ago

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aaron taylor johnson characters

masterlist • 11/04/24

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tangerine

james potter two

dave lizewski / kickass

𑣲 villian!reader I @anjaelle

𑣲 so? whatever part 2 part 3 I @astermath

The preppy girl that just about everyone admires has more in common with Dave than he expects. He doesn’t quite know how to handle this information, but it excites him nonetheless.

𑣲 take a break I @/astermath

dave has been overdoing the kickass activities, and you’re worried every other night could be his last. he tries to comfort you and tell you he’ll be okay. you’re not sure you believe him.

𑣲 gymcrush!dave I @growup-thatbeautiful

𑣲 request I @murdrdocs

dave is the type of horny idiot that doesn't know that women masturbate too.

𑣲 knowing me, knowing you I @pretty-little-mind33

Being partners with Kick-Ass is far more intimidating when you have a huge crush on him, especially when he won't stop talking about his crush.

𑣲 if it wasn't for the nights I @/pretty-little-mind33

You're having a bad day and you and Dave share earbuds on the bus.

𑣲 do it for me I @moonlightspencie

pietro maximoff / quicksilver

𑣲 a bit distracted I @acciopietro

in which pietro needs to start paying better attention. and maybe listening to his sister more.

𑣲 i’ll be back before you even know it I @toothfa-1-ry

𑣲 the silent treatment I @floral-and-fine

Soulmate AU where the words their soulmate speaks first are tattooed on their arm.

𑣲 hole in the wall I @sebsbarnes

despite barely knowing the brainwashed girl beyond the wall, pietro refused to hurt her, no matter how much she hurt him.

𑣲 fernando I @/pretty-little-mind33

You don't want to share a bed with Pietro. He wants nothing more than to share one with you.

𑣲 voulez-vous I @/pretty-little-mind33

𑣲 karma I @/pretty-little-mind33

you hate Pietro for how he treats you, or at least you do until you're stuck in an elevator with him.

tom ryder

𑣲 dating tom ryder would include I @nyxvuxoa-writes

𑣲 love bites I @/nyxvuxoa-writes

𑣲 smut request I @tangerinesgf

𑣲 nonfan!reader I @/tangerinesgf

𑣲 the lucky one I @pretty-little-mind33

Tom books a role in a musical with the only one goal in mind. He wants to work with an actress he's been crushing on forever—you.

𑣲 anti-hero I @/pretty-little-mind33

You're Tom's makeup artist for a movie he's shooting and you absolutely hate him. However, one round of karaoke later, your feelings temporarily shift.

𑣲 i did something bad I @/pretty-little-mind33

When Tom Ryder cockily asks Colt if he can share you with him, your boyfriend is initially disgusted. You? You're less disgusted—

𑣲 the winner takes it all I @/pretty-little-mind33

You try and convince Tom Ryder that doing his own stunt out of the blue is a very very bad decision.

count alexi vronsky

𑣲 lover I @/pretty-little-mind33

Your husband comforts you on your period.

multiple characters

𑣲 reader w/ an abusive ex hc I @/pretty-little-mind33

#aaron taylor johnson #tangerine #james potter #dave lizewski #kickass #pietro maximoff #tom ryder #james potter x reader #dave lizewski x reader #kickass x reader #pietro maximoff x reader #tom ryder x reader #count alexei vronsky #count alexei vronsky x reader #atj fic recs #aaron taylor johnson fic recs

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anjaelle · 2 years ago

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All protagonists are black! Please be sure to read content warnings before proceeding. As always my inbox is open for any questions/suggestions. Please let me know if you'd like to be tagged in an update.

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Key: * - Ongoing Series; ** - Smut

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Aaron Taylor Johnson

White Light* -- Ghost Romance, ATJ x Reader

Dave Lizewski One-Shots -- Mostly college/adult Dave. Tangerine One-Shots -- Standard warnings for drugs, smut, and violence. Count Vronsky x Socialite!Reader (Request) WIP: Bubblegum Bitch -- Dave Lizewski x Bimbo!Reader WIP: The Craft of the Muse -- Writer!ATJ x Singer! OFC

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Chris Evans (No longer writing for)

Koala-ing -- Fluff/Comfort, CE x Plus-Sized!Reader

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Danny Ramirez

Warped*: Part I, Part II -- Jake Seresin x Reader x Mickey Garcia

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Dev Patel

Wildflower -- Prince!Dev x Witch!OFC

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Glen Powell

Warped*: Part I, Part II -- Jake Seresin x Reader x Mickey Garcia

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Henry Cavill

Flora -- Meetcute, Writer!HC x Reader

Heavy Weight -- Hurt/Comfort, Boxer!August Walker x Reader

Undone** -- Vampire!HC x OFC (Note: Henry's character is called James, but it IS HC.)

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Jon Bernthal

The Girlfriend Experience** -- Frank Castle x OFC

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Oscar Isaac

The Next Great American Epic** -- Professor!Oscar x Reader

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pretty-little-mind33 · 4 months ago

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Werewolf AU with Dave Lizewski! Like instead of his secret being that's he's superhero, it's that he's a werewolf and you can tell it's him because of his baby blues. -🍒 anon

SKY'S 3K CELEBRATION

~ 🎶 ~

You shouldn't be walking alone at night.

But, you couldn't help yourself. You wanted to know more about this thing. The wolf, the monster, that had been terrorizing the village for months now.

No hunter had been able to kill it. You couldn't understand why.

What was so special about this beast?

Your best friend had made you promise not to walk around at night, but curiosity had won you over.

You wrap your mother's shawl around your shoulders, breathing in the cold night air. You aren't exactly sure why you're doing this, but something was calling you to the woods. It was impossible to ignore.

The moon shines down onto you, illuminating your path. You aren't sure how long you've been walking for but you can hear the sounds of the woods and nothing is unfamiliar until the creaking of twigs behind you and what feels like an animal's breath on your shoulder.

You spin around, dropping your shawl as you fall backwards. You gasp in fear. The monster is tall and large, with dark brown fur and pointed teeth. He snarls, dropping onto all fours and hovering over you.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you refuse to scream. He's just sniffing you now, his wet nose pressed near your neck. You shiver, hands clenching in the dirt. You expect to feel his teeth sinking into your skin and for some reason you welcome it, but that doesn't happen.

You open your eyes, meeting the animal's sharp blue ones and your breath hitches. They look so familiar. Almost as if you know them. Something stirs inside you and the animal, which looks both wolf and man, tilts his head. He takes one last sniff before he growls. He looks like he's holding himself back, body convulsing over you.

Gasping, you scramble away and wince when your back hits a tree. The wolf, or man, you haven't decided, continues to convulse and contort, howling in pain, your eyes widen.

In seconds, you don't see a wolf anymore. Instead, it's just a man. Just not any man. Your man. Your best friend.

"Dave?" you whimper, still frozen against the tree, breath heavy. You look away when you realize he's naked.

Dave looks at you, eyes wide, and then he grabs your shawl to cover himself and staggers towards you. "Oh my god, Y/n, did I hurt you?" he asks, his voice hoarse. He's covered in scratches. You shake your head, letting him cup your face.

"N-no," you say.

Dave sighs, looking confused. "That's never happened," he whispers, stroking his thumb against your cheek. "I- I've never regained control—it's like I'm watching from outside my body. Watching m-me hurt them. B-but, I couldn't hurt you."

You blink at him, taking it in. "You're the monster," you whisper, mostly to yourself as you look into his blue eyes. Dave winces, dropping his hand from your face.

You see the pain in his eyes and you grab his hand. "Dave," you whisper, pulling him into a hug. He grips you tightly, sobbing into your shoulder. You run your hand in his hair, soothing him.

"I'm sorry, you're not a monster. It's okay," you say, holding him. "You didn't hurt me. You're okay. We'll figure this out. I'm here." You promise him, holding him as he cries.

You will figure this out. You're not letting him deal with this alone anymore. He's not a monster and you intend to prove that to him.

#sky's 3k celebration #country music #🍒anon #dave lizewski #dave lizewski x reader #dave lizewski x fem!reader #dave lizewski blurb #dave lizewski imagine #dave lizewski fluff #dave lizewski hurt and comfort #dave lizewski x you #dave lizewski x y/n #dave lizewski fanfiction #aaron taylor johnson #aaron taylor johnson fic #au

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ikkyfics · 1 month ago

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Hii sorry to bother 🥲🫶🏻

But If I can, I'd like to request Dave maybe with an insecure reader that used to be bullied back in school days and stuff.

Please decline or ignore this if you don't feel like writing or simply don't want to! I love your writings they're so comfy and sweet (If that makes sense?)!

Ty and stay safe and healthy !😽😽

I’m here. I’ll always be here

Dave Lizewski x f!reader

Summary: "Hey," he called once he was close enough, his voice soft, but full of concern. You stopped, raising your eyes to him, and what Dave saw was enough to make his chest tighten. Your eyes were shining in a way he knew meant tears were close, and there was something fragile about your expression, like a single word could make everything crumble.

Warnings: mention of bullying, anxiety, sensitive content - a bit of well-deserved revenge

A/N: ooh you are so sweet, thank you so much for the nice words. and you certainly don't bother, my dear. I hope you can enjoy it, and please stay safe and healthy too <333

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The day was calm on campus, with students scattered across the lawn and the muffled sound of laughter and conversations in the background. You had just left the library a few minutes ago, balancing the books against your chest as you tried not to think about how busy the campus seemed at that time. You were planning to take a shortcut to the place you knew Dave would be. Just a few more minutes, and the comfort of his presence would dissipate any discomfort you felt.

But then it happened.

It was a quick bump, the kind of thing that could go unnoticed on a normal day. The impact was light, but it made one of your books slip and fall to the ground. You automatically bent down to pick it up, mumbling a hasty apology without even looking at the person.

"Ah, sorry," you started to say, but the voice that responded made the blood freeze in your veins.

"Well, look who’s here."

The voice was sweet, almost musical, but tinged with a note of malice you instantly recognized. That unmistakable tone that made your stomach churn. You slowly lifted your head, as if you could delay the inevitable.

It was her.

The nickname came to your mind before you could process the face in front of you. Sugar. That’s what she was known as, but the nickname never reflected her true nature. She wasn’t sweet. Not really. She was cruel in an almost elegant way, capable of turning insults into something that sounded like a compliment to anyone not paying attention.

Her smile widened when she saw your expression.

"Well, this is unexpected. You, here? Never imagined that... well, you know, that you’d be the type to actually make it somewhere."

Your heart began pounding in your chest. You tried to smile, to act as if it were any other encounter, as if her face wasn’t dragging up memories of every moment you wished you could disappear. You tried to walk past her, to keep going, but her hand lightly touched your arm, just enough to stop your steps.

"What’s the matter? Not even going to say 'hi' to an old friend?"

"I have to go," you murmured, your voice weak, barely audible. But she didn’t step back.

"Oh, don’t be like that! I mean, look at you!" She gestured dramatically, her eyes sliding over you as if she were evaluating a defective piece of art. "You’re so... different. Not that it’s bad, you know? But I can still tell, I guess. The same vibe, that... how can I put it? That insecure little thing. You can feel it from a distance, you know?"

You tried again, took a step back, but she followed the movement, leaning in slightly, like a predator sensing vulnerable prey.

"It’s funny, because I remember you always seemed so... out of place. I mean, I never thought you’d survive high school, let alone get here. It’s like a miracle, don’t you think?"

Her voice seemed to echo louder than it should have, drowning out the sounds of the campus around you. Each word seemed to pierce your mind directly, bringing images, voices, and laughter from the past you tried to bury.

You wanted to say something, anything, but the words just wouldn’t come. The air felt heavy, like the simple act of breathing required effort.

She laughed, a low, almost conspiratorial sound, as if sharing a secret with you. "Oh, don’t get so tense. I’m just joking, you know? That’s what I always liked about you, that... sensitivity. Makes you so easy to hit. Isn’t it fun? You get all nervous, like you’re about to explode any second."

You wanted to run. To escape. But your legs felt glued to the ground, and all you could do was press the books harder against your chest, as if that could create some kind of barrier between you.

"Well, I won’t bother you anymore with your... busy day or whatever you call your routine," she said, finally stepping away, but not without giving one last evaluative glance. "Just thought it was funny seeing you. Almost didn’t recognize you. But, you know, some things never change, huh?"

She walked away then, leaving a trail of expensive perfume and poisonous words in the air. And you stood there, paralyzed, trying to process what had just happened.

The weight of Sugar’s words still seemed to press against your chest as you finally forced your feet to move. The world around you was just a blurred smear of colors and muffled sounds, everything secondary to the echo of the memories crashing in like a violent wave.

The hallways of high school. The judgmental stares. The laughs that always seemed to follow you, even when you didn’t quite know what they were laughing at. The feeling of being small, invisible, and at the same time, far too exposed. It was a whirlwind you thought you’d overcome, but now it was back with full force, as if time had stood still.

You took a deep breath, trying to keep it together. Trying to remind yourself that that was the past, that you weren’t that person anymore. But the memories didn’t let up, and before you knew it, your eyes were misting over.

When you finally spotted Dave, he was standing near one of the campus benches, with Todd and Marty. They were laughing about something, and just seeing him there, in his relaxed and cheerful posture, made the weight on your shoulders lighten a little. Dave was the anchor that kept you steady, but even now, he seemed as distant as the rest of the world.

Dave noticed you before you could get too close, and his smile faded the moment he saw you. Something was wrong. He knew every detail about you — the way you walked, the slight curve of your shoulders when you were distracted, the way your lips curled into a nearly imperceptible smile when something pleased you. But now, each of those traits seemed erased.

Your steps were hesitant, almost staggered, as if you were carrying something far heavier than the books pressed against your chest. Your shoulders were stiff, and the way you avoided looking around said more than words ever could.

"I’ll be right back," Dave murmured to Todd and Marty, but didn’t wait for their response before heading straight toward you. He didn’t need to think, didn’t need to plan. He just knew he had to get to you.

"Hey," he called once he was close enough, his voice soft, but full of concern. You stopped, raising your eyes to him, and what Dave saw was enough to make his chest tighten. Your eyes were shining in a way he knew meant tears were close, and there was something fragile about your expression, like a single word could make everything crumble.

"Hey, what happened?" He took another step forward, reaching for your hand, but you shook your head, gripping the books tighter.

"It’s nothing," you said, your voice low, almost faded. It wasn’t how you normally spoke. It wasn’t you.

"It doesn’t sound like 'nothing,'" Dave replied, his voice firmer now. He put a hand on your shoulder, a light touch, but full of intention. "Please, talk to me. What happened?"

For a moment, you stayed silent, as if deciding what to do. And then, finally, you murmured, "I ran into someone... from high school."

The words hit him hard. Dave knew enough about your past to understand the weight that came with that. He didn’t know all the details — you still couldn’t talk about some things — but he knew enough to feel a quiet anger rise inside him.

"Who?" The question came quickly, almost automatically, before he could stop it. He needed to know.

"It doesn’t matter." Your answer came fast, and you looked away. "I just want to forget."

Dave took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. He knew pushing you would only make things worse. But seeing you like this, so vulnerable, so distant from yourself, was unbearable.

"Okay," he said, softening his tone. "Okay. But let me help, at least. Let’s sit, alright? Just for a minute."

You hesitated, but eventually nodded, and Dave wasted no time. He found a bench a little farther away and guided you there. As soon as you sat down, he took one of your hands, interlacing his fingers with yours. It was a simple gesture, but it held so much meaning.

"If you want to talk, I’m here," he said, looking directly at you. "And if you don’t, that’s okay too. But just... let me stay with you now, okay?"

Dave kept his eyes fixed on you, feeling the weight of your silence like a wave about to crash. You were always so good at hiding what you felt, at masking the pain with small smiles or words that deflected attention. But now, there was no shield. It was just you, vulnerable and desperately trying to hold it together, even as everything around you seemed to crumble.

He squeezed your hand lightly, a silent reminder that he was there, that you didn’t have to carry that weight alone. "You don’t have to pretend with me," he said softly, his tone gentle, with no trace of judgment. "I’m here. Just let it happen."

You swallowed hard, your lips trembling as you tried to form a response that wouldn’t come. You didn’t want to break down, not there, not now. But his eyes were so warm, so full of love and understanding, that the knot in your throat became impossible to ignore.

"Dave..." Your voice finally came out, but it was almost a whisper, as fragile as you felt.

He didn’t say anything, just shook his head slightly, as if he wanted to tell you that you didn’t need to speak unless you wanted to. And that was what broke down your defenses. All the effort to keep the tears at bay disappeared, and before you knew it, they were slipping freely down your face.

Dave moved in the same instant, leaning in to wrap you in a tight embrace. It was firm, protective, but in a way that spoke more than words ever could. He wanted you to feel safe, as if nothing and no one could hurt you while he was there.

"Shh... it’s okay," he murmured against the top of your head, his fingers gently brushing your back. "I’m here. I’ll always be here."

You clung to him as if he were the only solid thing in a crumbling world. Sobs came in waves, each one bringing to the surface pieces of the pain you had been repressing for so long. And Dave... he just held you, as if he could carry the weight of it all.

As he held you, Dave felt a silent anger growing in his chest. He rarely thought about the times he wore the Kick-Ass suit— it had been years since he hung up the mask, choosing to leave that chapter behind. But in that moment, he considered going back. Just for one night. Just long enough to find whoever had done this to you and make sure they understood what it felt like to experience fear, shame, and helplessness.

But at the same time, he knew that wouldn’t fix everything. What you needed now wasn’t vengeance. It was comfort. It was knowing that someone was there to hold you in the tough moments.

"You don’t have to carry this alone," he said, his voice still low but filled with conviction. He pulled back just enough to look at you, holding your face with both hands. "I know I can’t erase what happened, but I can help you move forward. We can do this together, okay?"

You looked at him, your eyes still glistening with tears, but there was something different now. A spark of relief, of hope. Dave saw it and felt his chest tighten in a different way—not with anger or sadness, but with love. Because that’s what he felt for you, so intense it sometimes felt impossible to put into words.

He gently wiped away a tear that slid down your cheek with his thumb, offering a small smile full of tenderness. "No matter what happened before, what matters is that now you have someone who isn’t going anywhere. Someone who believes in you."

Dave kept his thumb resting lightly against your cheek as his eyes remained locked on yours. It was as if he was trying to convey everything he felt—every bit of love, security, and certainty that you would never be alone again.

He leaned in a little more, their breaths nearly mingling. Then, with the utmost gentleness, he pressed his lips to your cheek where a tear still glimmered. It was a kiss as soft as a silent promise.

"This is to chase away what’s left of the bad," he said, a small smile, but full of sincerity, appearing at the corner of his lips.

You blinked a few times, surprised by the gesture, and although tears still threatened to fall, a faint smile began to form on your lips.

"You’re impossible, you know?" you murmured, your voice choked but with a hint of affection.

"I prefer ‘irresistible,’" Dave replied, tilting his head slightly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "But I’ll take ‘impossible’ if that makes you smile."

He repeated the gesture, this time kissing another tear that slid slowly down the other side of your cheek. "One more, just to be sure," he added, feigning seriousness, but with a hidden smile in his voice.

A soft laugh escaped your lips, almost timid, as if you weren’t sure it was allowed to feel anything beyond pain in that moment. But to Dave, that sound was everything.

"Ah, there it is," he said, his smile now more evident. "The laugh I was waiting for. That’s what I was talking about."

You shook your head, a little incredulous, but the tension in your body began to ease. There was still a weight there, he could see, but the way your shoulders relaxed just a bit, how your eyes weren’t as watery anymore, made the world feel a little lighter for him too.

"Why do you do this?" you asked, your voice firmer now, but still filled with emotion. "Why do you... look at me like I’m the most important thing in the world?"

Dave shrugged, but his smile was so genuine it almost stole the breath from him. He held your face again with both hands, leaning in until your foreheads almost touched.

"Because you are," he replied simply, without hesitation for even a second.

The weight of those words felt like a comforting hug in your heart. You felt tears welling up again, but this time not from pain, but from relief, from the certainty that you were safe, that you were with someone who saw you exactly as you were—and loved you for it.

Dave chuckled softly at the return of your tears, but he didn’t mind. Instead, he continued his small ritual, kissing yet another tear that threatened to escape. "And this one’s just to remind you of that," he said, his voice as soft as a whisper.

"Dave..." you began, but he shook his head, cutting you off.

"Without ‘but,’ no doubts," he said, looking directly into your eyes. "You’re amazing. And I’ll spend the rest of my life reminding you of that, even if you don’t believe it now. Especially if you don’t believe it now."

The smile that formed on your face was different this time. It was more genuine, more complete, and Dave felt his chest fill with warmth he couldn’t describe. To him, seeing you smile that way was like finally breathing after holding his breath for a long time.

He grasped your hands in his, holding them firmly but gently. "So, how about we head home? I’ll make popcorn, you pick the movie, and we’ll turn this day into a good memory. Sound good?"

You nodded slowly, the smile still on your face, and Dave felt that, even if the day had started in a storm, now the sun began to shine again.

A few days had passed since that moment when Dave had hugged you, and although the signs of sadness hadn’t completely disappeared, he could see how things were improving. Time, patience, and care were finally bringing back that version of you he had always admired—a lighter, freer, more you version.

But, like anyone with a good sense of justice running through their veins, Dave felt that something needed to be done. That silent anger still burned in his chest, and the desire to protect you from anything that could hurt you consumed him. So, he came up with an idea—a plan that made him reminisce about the old days.

And, of course, who better to help him with this than Mindy?

"I know I’m retired, but... I need your help with something," Dave said to her, trying to hide the anxiety in his voice. He was more nervous than he’d like to admit.

Mindy looked at him with suspicion, raising an eyebrow. "What do you want?"

"I just need your help finding the people who, well, did some... unpleasant things to my girlfriend. I want to teach them a lesson."

Mindy raised her eyebrows, a look on her face that clearly said ‘seriously?’ and let out an ironic laugh. "You want revenge? Because I’ve got a few things you’ll find pretty interesting."

"No deaths or dismemberment," Dave argued quickly. "Just something that sends a clear message to them. That they should stay away from her. Forever."

Mindy scoffed but couldn’t help smiling. "Fine. But you’re missing out on the chance to create something epic."

With her help, the mission was executed—nothing too flashy, but a clear and direct message, with a very Mindy touch. She was good at making things feel... uncomfortable, but no real harm was done. Dave had no doubt the message had been delivered.

When he finally got to the apartment he shared with you, he was exhausted but satisfied. The mission was complete. He leaned back on the couch with a satisfied smile, a look that mixed exhaustion with an almost childlike happiness.

You entered the room, immediately noticing the gleam in his eyes, the strange smile on his lips, as if he had just conquered something.

"Why are you smiling like that?" you asked, walking towards him. There was something mysterious in his gaze, something you couldn’t quite place. "You look... happier than usual."

Dave stretched out his hand, an even wider smile on his face, and gently pulled you onto his lap, sitting you between his legs. He was visibly excited, almost like a kid who had just discovered something fun, and his arms wrapped around you, holding you warmly. His lips met yours in a soft kiss, but the intensity of the gesture was clear—he was happy, more than usual, and it showed in every movement.

You, still smiling, but now a little more curious, placed your hands on his face, stopping the kiss for a moment. Your eyes met, and the tone of your question was gentle, but with a hint of concern that didn’t go unnoticed.

"Dave..." you began. "What happened? What were you doing?"

"I was just taking care of some things," he replied softly, a smile on his lips.

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bellebridgerton · 4 years ago

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Late Night Talks: Chpt 2 (Dave Lizewski x reader)

*(Y/n/n) = your nickname

(Y/N)'s POV

"Todd!," I smack his hand as it hovers over Dave's plate of fries. Dave chuckles as Todd takes his hand back. I take a fry from Dave's plate and take a bite of it.

Todd looks at me in astonishment, "Well how come you can eat his fries, but I can't?"

Dave puts his arm around my shoulders, gently squeezing me, causing me to smile and lean my head on his shoulder. I look at Todd, "Because I can."

Dave chuckles and rubs my arm softly, "She's my favorite girl."

Todd rolls his eyes, "You two make me wanna upchuck, just screw already."

I did my best to repress a blush, and I notice Dave becoming increasingly interested in his plate of fries.

Dave's POV

Todd rolls his eyes, "You two make me wanna upchuck, just screw already."

I blush hard, looking down at my fries, hoping (Y/N) won't notice the change in color in my face. She responds, "You're just jealous he and I are closer than me and you."

Todd scoffs, "You're like a sister to me, gross."

I'm relieved to hear that Todd doesn't have feelings for her.

(Y/N) smiles, "Good, I couldn't imagine kissing you."

Does that mean she could imagine kissing me?

(Y/N)'s POV

I smile, "Good, I couldn't imagine kissing you." I make a pretend gagging motion, Todd laughs.

Dave chuckles, "We should get going, I think it's about closing time."

Looking around Atomic Comics, I can see he's right, they're shutting down for the night. I nod, "Well, it's Friday night, what are our plans for the rest of the night?"

Todd shrugs, "Wanna come over and play video games?"

Dave smiles, "Sure, let's go."

"Hold on, I haven't said if I want to play video games!," I fain protest, but Dave gives me a look, and I can't say no, "Okay, video games at Todd's."

Dave's POV

(Y/N) looks up at me, "Okay, video games at Todd's."

Todd grins, "Awesome, (Y/n/n) can you drive us?"

She nods, fishing her keys from her purse and standing up.

Todd leaps up, "I call shotgun!"

I can't help up feel annoyed at this, "No, (Y/n/n) decides who rides shotgun."

She looks between Todd and I, smiling, "Todd," his smile grows wider, "you can survive in the backseat."

I chuckle and Todd pouts, "Awe, come on dude, why can't I sit in the front?"

(Y/N) takes my hand in her's, "Because I want Dave in the front."

Following her to her car, I intertwine our fingers and kiss the top of her head when Todd's not looking. She looks up at me and smiles, my heart flutters.

(Y/N)'s POV

Getting into my car, I look back at Todd, "See, it's not so bad."

Dave chuckles, he buckles up and pushes his glasses up his nose.

I start the car and pull out of the parking lot, driving to Todd's house. Dave turns the radio on, indie rock flooding the car.

It's a short drive to Todd's house, I pull into the driveway next to his house. Todd gets out before I fully park the car.

Closing the driver door, I look at Todd, "You're such an ass, couldn't wait until I parked?"

Dave walks around to me, he gently touches my back, the contact calming me.

Todd smirks, "Chill, I didn't get hurt!" We all head inside the house, Todd settles into the couch on the middle cushion.

Dave sits next to Todd's left side, I want to sit next to Dave, so I nonchalantly sit in his lap.

Dave's POV

Feeling (Y/N) sit on my lap, I pull her closer, letting her know that I'm comfortable with this. I feel her fingers playing with my curls, my eyes instinctually closing.

Todd notices that she's on my lap and not on his other side, "Hey, what the fuck? Are you two going to be all over each other all night?"

Laughing, I open my eyes, "What video game are we going to play?"

Todd smiles, "Halo."

(Y/N) grabs a controller for me and one for herself.

After hours I glanced at the clock on my phone, "Fuck, it's one in the morning."

(Y/N) had fallen asleep in my lap an hour ago, and she's too cute to move.

Todd still seems like he's ready for another round, "So what? It's Friday, we can stay up late if we want to."

I yawn a bit, "I should get her home, we'll see you probably tomorrow."

Todd sighs, "Okay, drive safe dude."

I get up, holding (Y/N) in my arms, "Thanks, night."

After unlocking her car, I put her in the passenger seat, then walk to the driver side. Pulling out onto the street, I feel tired, ready to get her home.

Parking in the driveway of her house, I see (Y/N) stirring a little, her beautiful eyes open sleepily.

(Y/N)'s POV

Opening my eyes slowly, I realize I'm in my car, Dave in the driver seat. I look at him, "Hey, why are we in the car?"

Dave gently holds my hand, "You fell asleep at Todd's, so I drove us to your house." I smile and nod, making grabby hands at him. Dave chuckles, "I'll carry you inside, just let me come around to your side." I nod, too tired to say anything.

He opens the passenger door, picks me up, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist. He unlocks the front door, locking it behind us, then heading upstairs to my room.

Feeling the bed underneath me, I smile, "Can I fall asleep right here?"

Dave smiles, gently pulling me up, "Don't you want to get more comfortable? I don't imagine jeans would be very comfortable to sleep in."

I sigh, walking to my dresser, "You're right, Davie." Stripping down to my panties, I put on a nightgown, my bra lying forgotten on the floor.

I turn around to see Dave in his boxers, he picks up the pajama pants he used the night before. He sees me watching him, he winks at me, eliciting a giggle from me. Climbing under the covers, I turn the lights off and feel the bed dip next to me. Dave pulls me into his bare chest and turns on the TV for some light background noise.

As I cuddle into Dave, I look up at him, "You're warm."

Dave smiles, "Thank you?"

I laugh and play with his curls, "It's a good thing. I had fun today."

He gently rubs my back, "Me too. Are you not tired anymore?"

I think for a moment, "Still tired, not so sleepy. Are you sleepy?"

He closes his eyes and smiles, "If you keep playing with my hair I might fall asleep."

Giggling, I gently pull my hand away from his curls, "Your hair is soft."

Dave kisses my cheek, "So is yours." We don't kiss each other often, but it's not totally rare.

I blush softly, then kiss his cheek back, "Thanks." He nods and nuzzles his face into my neck, while my hand finds his curls again.

#aaron taylor johnson #kickass #dave lizewski x reader #dave lizewski #late night talks

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pretty-little-mind33 · 5 months ago

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Dave Lizewski x best friend fem!reader

Summary: Dave is devastated by your supposed crush on his alter-ego, Kick-Ass.

Genre: hurt and comfort, fluff

Warnings: jealous!Dave, swearing, not explicitly consensual kissing (both of them are okay with it however!), blood

~ thank you for requesting, anon!! this was a very cute idea!~

DAVE LIZEWSKI MASTERLIST

The comic store was more crowded than usual that afternoon. You, Todd, Marty, and Dave had squeezed into your usual booth, with you and Dave squished shoulder to shoulder as he rambles on and on as you stare at the small TV in the corner which is playing more news coverage about Kick-Ass. Your cheeks feel significantly warmer.

"She's drooling again," Marty quips, and all three boys turn and look at you with interest.

"Who knew girls were so horny," Todd comments with a smirk and sucks his milkshake obnoxiously.

Dave, unlike the other two, looks positively flustered as he watches you. His eyes land on the screen and then on yours.

"Hm, doesn't the suit look good on him," you hum and sigh, turning to your friends with a serious expression. "Do'you think he's young? He looks young."

"Looks around our age, so I suppose that means you're free to bone him, Y/n." Todd shrugs.

That makes Dave blush crimson.

You slap Todd's arm from across the table. "Shut up."

"We all know you want to," Marty adds and sips his milkshake like he knows something. You chew on your lip, subconsciously leaning into Dave as you turn back to look at the TV and let out an amused sigh as your eyes stay glued onto the screen.

This isn't the first time you're pining over Kick-Ass. You've been doing it for a while now and it makes Dave blush every damn time. Some part of him feels like an asshole for feeling that way about you considering you aren't drooling over him. Not over Dave, your best friend.

No, you're drooling over a superhero who is completely different from himself. His alter-ego, someone who is undeniably so much better than him.

How can Dave Lizes ever compete with Kick-Ass?

Todd kicks him in the shin but you're too entranced to sense the tension.

"What?" Dave mouths and his cheeks flame crimson when Todd points between you and him and makes obnoxious kissing noises. Dave sends his friends a frown and shushes them with a shake of his head. Luckily for him, you aren't paying any attention as you watch the screen, your mind focused on only one thing.

How does Kick-Ass look so damn good in that stupid costume?

* * *

Sirens go off as Dave limps away, blood staining his lip. He's not badly hurt, just a little shaken up. It isn't like he could feel much of the pain anyway. He sniffs and wipes a hand under his lip, groaning. The air is cold and the night is cloudy. He's been so preoccupied by you that he's been shit at his job—or worse than usual.

Dave prepares to walk home when he hears a small sniffle from behind a tree in the park he's walking by. He frowns,something stirring in his chest as if pulling him toward the sound.

Someone could be hurt.

He forces some bravado as he rounds the park gate and approaches the tree, the sniffling becoming louder.

His body stiffens when he sees you huddled behind a dress, wearing that dress you'd shown him a thousand pictures of. Realization dawns on him. Corey Addams. You did have a date with him tonight.

That dickhead.

"What are you doing here?" The question comes out weirdly interrogating as Dave's voice lowers in an attempt to have him be unrecognizable to you and you jump, looking up as you frantically paw at your teary cheeks.

Dave feels like a jerk as he watches your face morph into one of panic and he kneels down, now panicked in his own way. "Hey, hey, it's okay. M' not gonna hurt you. Are you okay?"

He's fumbling with his words, unsure if he's even doing the right thing. You blink at him, your eyes still watery. Dave knows you have a crush on Kick-Ass so this must be extra embarrassing and in his panic, he looks you up and down and fakes a much too insightful educated guess as a way to make you comfortable.

"Did you just get dumped?"

You scrunch up your nose in confusion and shake your head. Your crying has ceased and you huddle your arms around your legs, resting your chin on your knee. You sigh and look around at the mostly empty park.

"I'm hopeless," you say, not looking at Kick-Ass in particular.

Dave swallows and fully sits down now, unsure what else he can do. As a superhero he wants to make sure you're safe, and as your best friend, he has a burning desire to stay with you. You turn to him and chuckle out a laugh, sniffling.

"What's so funny?" he asks, confused.

"Me. I'm a fucking joke," you whisper, laughing as you try not to cry again. "I'm so stupid."

"Why do you say that?" Dave asks in a rush, his voice high again. You're too busy self-loathing to hear the change.

"Because I spend all my fucking time pretending that the one boy I am in love with, I am not actually in love with him! A-and then I go around trying to forget him with any boy that smiles my way or simply walks by and they're never good enough."

Dave thinks you're talking about Kick-Ass and he panics even more. "I-"

"Like how fucking stupid am I? Rambling on and on about you when all I want is him?"

Dave's heart sinks. Shit, he thinks, so you must be talking about Corey then.

After a beat of silence, he says, "I'm sure your date likes you back." He assumes you're most likely overwhelmed since you had said Corey didn't dump you and it's late and—

"My date?" you laugh, "What are you talking about? No. Not my date. My best friend," you ramble on, tears still falling. "I love him and I've messed it up too many times pretending like I don't. I- and Corey told me David's in love with Katie and I just feel so stupid."

You're too distraught to catch on to how weird it is that Kick-Ass has more information about your date than he should as you ramble on and on to him as if he understands who everyone is. Dave can tell you're mostly just speaking out your frustrations.

"D-David?"

You nod, sniffling. "Dave. My best friend, the guy I'm in love with," you tell him and look at Kick-Ass, groaning immediately and then holding your face in your hands like you'd just done something shameful. "Fuck, I'm sorry, this is inappropriate. I'm so sorry I am wasting your time—"

You lower your hands and then he's kissing you before you can finish the sentence. His hands cup around your cheeks as he leans in and continues to kiss you.

You lose yourself in the moment for a bit, your very real yet superficial attraction to Kick-Ass kicking in as you kiss him back until reality finally snaps in and you push him away, scrambling up.

"What the fuck?!" you scream, feeling violated as you wipe your lips with your hand.

Dave panics now fumbles with his costume. "W-Wait, let me explain," he mutters as he frantically pulls at the zipper behind his neck and throws his mask onto the dirt. He looks up, brown curls falling in front of his eyes. Your eyes widenand you blink at him.

"Hi," Dave mumbles, his blue eyes shining as the tips of his ears burn.

"Fuck!" you shriek and lean forward, kneeling again as you now cover his face with your hands, all kinds of emotions overcoming you. "What is wrong with you?!" You grab his mask, shoving it in his hands. Your heart is pounding as he stumbles, falling over from the roughness of the way you're tackling him.

He grunts and holds your waist with one hand as he pushes your hands away to pull his mask back on. "Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry!" he mutters as he attempts to zip it up. You mumble curses and take over, adjust the fabric as you sit back on your heels and simply watch him.

Dave.

Kick-Ass is Dave?!

You swat his arm repeatedly. "You fucker!!"

"O-ow!" Dave winces as he shields himself from the blows.

You continue to hit him, your mind unable to process anything anymore— "I can't believe you hide this from me! And that you kissed me?! You fucking perv!" you shout, with no real bite behind your words as your palm rests on his toned chest.

Fuck.

Dave sits back as your assaults calm down and groans. "I'm sorry."

"Bullshit," you clap back, staring at him. "You aren't sorry. You did that on purpose because I–" you cover your mouth with your hands, "I admitted I have a crush on you."

Dave grins widely, some confidence coming back as he nods his head.

"Kill me," you mutter.

"Kiss you?" he asks. He's looking at you with his striking blue eyes, chewing on his lower lip. You look at him in his costume and now it all makes sense. Duh, Dave Lizewski is Kick-Ass! It's all in the eyes. How could you have missed them?

"What?"

"You just asked me to kiss you."

You pause for a moment but then you break out into laughter.

"I didn't," you say.

Dave leans away, hurt written across his features. "But you want it," he tries. "Y/n I have loved you for years. How could you not know?"

He looks completely serious. You know him. You've known him for years. You know that look behind his eyes. Your expression softens and warmth fills your chest.

"You can't go around kissing girls without their permission," you whisper, inching forward as your eyes drift to his lip. Dave's lips.

Dave leans in, almost entranced as he senses your movements. You've always been connected but this feels like a magnetic pull. "I don't plan on kissing any other girls, just you," he says honestly, not even trying to make a move, "but I should have asked you. I'm sorry. I should have—"

It's your turn to pull him in, crashing your lips against his. It isn't smart, kissing Kick-Ass out in the open like this but neither you nor Dave seem to care. Your lips move rhythmically with his and you wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer.

Dave's gloved hands tighten around your hips, pulling you in even closer as he loses himself in you. You feel so at ease as he deepens the kiss, only pulling away to catch your breath. Dave's looking at you from behind his mask, his chest heaving.

You lean in and hug him, holding him close. "Why didn't you tell me you liked me?" you whisper.

Dave wraps his arms around your middle. "Why didn't you?" he counters.

You grin against his shoulder. "Smartass."

Once you pull away again, Dave stands and holds out his hand. He pulls you up and looks around. Thankfully no one is around. "Let me walk you home?"

You nod and nudge his shoulder as you walk. He laughs and pushes you away a little—just like always. A comfortable silence falls upon you both and you itch to hold his hand. Instead, you ask softly.

"You're careful, right?" You look at his costume.

It's barely audible but Dave hears you anyways. He nods.

"Yeah. I always am."

Your hand grazes his and your chest fills with warmth.

"Good. Can't lose you when I've only just gotten you."

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Dave Lizewski x fem!reader

Summary: Being partners with Kick-Ass is far more intimidating when you have a huge crush on him, especially when he won't stop talking about his crush.

Prompt: hurt and comfort - "I'm so sick of pretending like everything is okay."

here you go, my darling @lavieenvalentina! ily! seeing you in my notifs always makes me so happy!

DAVE LIZEWSKI MASTERLIST

BLURB MASTERLIST

The night is humid and hot and nothing seems to be going your way.

First, your costume had shrunk in the laundry making the middle feel three sizes too small. Second, it had been drizzling outside and now your hair is frizzy, and third—your partner, Kick-Ass, has been going on and on about this girl Katie from his high school.

You know Katie. You've deduced you go to the same school. She's all sugary sweet on the outside, but she's been casually teasing you since middle school, which is something you can't exactly tell him considering your identity must remain a secret.

It doesn't help that you don't know who Kick-Ass is either. Hell, he could be one of the stupid popular jocks for all you know and then you'd so feel silly.

"And her hair is so silky and smooth, I wonder how she—" Kick-Ass continues as you walk, grinning like an idiot. You don't know how much longer you can take this agony, but you try and listen to him anyway.

"You okay?" he asks after more rambling because he can now sense you aren't listening.

You pause, stopping at a crossroads and then you turn to him. "I should go home, there isn't any crime happening," you say, needing some time alone and away from him.

"Did I say something wrong?" he asks, his voice low and hoarse. It's the tone that makes your cheeks feel warm and your heart flutters uncontrollably. Behind his mask, his bright blue eyes shine and he's looking at you like some poor puppy who can't understand why his owner won't give him a bone.

"Don't look at me like that," you say, taking his arm and pulling him into a small alley.

"Like what?" he sounds genuinely confused as he leans against the brick wall.

"Like a damn wounded puppy!" you exclaim, throwing up your arms in exasperation, "As if I've kicked you or something stupid. Why do you always have to act like the one who's hurt when all you do is hurt me?!"

The words tumble from your lips.

"I hurt you?" he whispers, his concerned expression obvious even with almost his entire face covered. "How? I thought we were friends. You're the best damn friend I've ever had."

"You don't know me," you interrupt him and fiddle with the latex of your glove, "not really."

"Well, I could know you," Kick-Ass says, sounding very determined. "You're the one who doesn't want to know me. I've told you a thousand times you can trust me. I've even told you my name."

Your eyes widen at this revelation. "What? When?"

"The first week we met, you never told me yours but whatever," he shakes his head and then outstretches his hand, "Here, I don't mind. I trust you. My name is Dave," he says casually.

You suddenly click all the pieces in your head and your smile drops.

"Dave Lizewski?" you whisper, suddenly recognizing his voice. Of course, how could you not have recognized him? You sit next to Dave in Pre-Calculus every single day. Dave hangs around with Katie all the time. You look him up and down.

His eyebrows crease. "How did you know that?" he asks suspiciously.

You think, screw this, and untie your mask from behind your head, letting it drop into your hands. You look up, almost afraid of his reaction.

Dave's eyes widen and he stutters out your name, the syllables stuck in his throat as he processes that it's you.

He didn't consider you a friend at school, but you always helped him in Pre-Calculus when you could so he liked you. Plus, you're gorgeous and he can't deny that before Katie Deauxma, he'd thought of you in inappropriate ways—sometimes he still does.

His cheeks burn bright red.

"It's you," is all he can muster.

You shrug and look away from him. "This is so stupid," you say and then turn to him again, "We're so stupid for not knowing. I mean, we talk all the time."

Dave pulls off his mask. Luckily no one is walking around this dinghy alley to see you both. Your breath catches in your throat at seeing Dave, his hair messy and stuck to his skin, his glasses abandoned and dressed in his Kick-Ass suit.

You start to laugh. You aren't laughing at him but at this absurd situation.

Dave doesn't take it like that and he scrunches up his nose. "Are you laughing at me?"

You shake your head and look at him seriously. "No, I'm laughing because if I had known waking up today that the boy I have a crush on was none other than Dave Lizewski from Pre-Calculus—I think I would have pinched myself."

Your words sink and Dave's eyes widen until he looks almost scared. "What?"

"You know Katie thinks you're gay. That's the only reason she's your friend," you interrupt. You feel the need to tell him, like jealousy and pure venom is slipping from your mouth. Is it mean? A little, but you think it's time someone should burst his bubble.

Dave frowns, your previous statement slipping his mind momentarily. "I know that," he tells you, defensive.

"Then why on earth do you have to go on and on about her all the time?"

"Sorry, I didn't realize I was inconveniencing you, Y/n," he snaps without hesitation, crossing his arms.

"Well, you are," you snap back, glaring at him and looking at him like this, knowing who he is, makes this a thousand times harder.

If Kick-Ass did turn out to be a stupid, meat-head, jock then this would be so much easier. Only he isn't. He's Dave Lizewski and Dave is sweet and he's funny and he's brave and—

"I'm so sick of pretending like everything is okay," you blurt out and bury your face in your hands.

Dave is quiet for a moment until he walks closer and pulls your hands down so he can look at you. "Okay, listen, can we please rewind for a second?" he asks, "y-you said you have a crush on me."

You shake your head and warmth spreads across your cheeks.

"You did," Dave insists.

"Doesn't matter, it's stupid."

"It does matter," he says and his hands cup your cheeks, hair falling and tickling his wrists as his mask hangs from his hand. "It matters because you're lovely and kind and I really like you."

"Not the way I like you," you counter, "you like Katie Deauxma."

Dave winces and he can't argue. His feelings don't just magically disappear, although he can admit that for some reason—after seeing you in this light—something inside him shifted. Something he can't explain right now.

"Y/n, you don't know me either," he tells you honestly, "you may know Kick-Ass a little, and you may like him, but you don't like Dave."

Not yet, you want to finish but you don't. You keep your mouth shut. He has a point.

"Just don't talk about her anymore, will you?"

Dave smiles a little, nodding his head. "Okay. Promise," he looks into your eyes, his gaze flickering to your lips.

He has a really strong feeling he won't need to talk about Katie anymore.

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