#or just had Dave die at the end

[bansheesscream]

Some Dave x Debbie x Mike headcanons. Some NSFW

Mike initially felt attraction to Dave when he was on a mission to prove to Dave that the Killer Klowns were real. But he was in denial that he was attracted to a man because it was the 80s. But he was full blown in love when they were in the space ship and Dave was shooting Klowns.

Dave always knew he was attracted to both men and women but he suppressed his attraction towards men. Part of his aggression towards Mike by the now gone circus tent was his anger that he was attracted to both Mike and Debbie but didn't think he could be with both.

Debbie had lingering feelings for Dave. When she was dating him, she liked him but always felt like there was something missing. Same while dating Mike. She likes him but their relationship doesn't feel complete.

When Jojo arrives, Dave told Mike to get Debbie of the space ship, not just to save Debbie, but to save Mike too.

Mike was the first to make his feelings known. After Dave got out of the car, alive and not dead and Mike was hugging them both, he blurted out "I love you both!" He regretted it worried that it would freak the other two out but the other two just accept it. Dave just nearly died, he's going to go for the relationship that he wants. There was a silent understanding between them all that they were a throuple.

They like to sleep with Dave in the middle and Debbie and Mike using them as a pillow with Dave's arms wrapped around both.

Dave also likes to be the big spoon to both.

They have also fallen asleep on the couch with Dave on his back, Debbie sleeping face down on top of him, and Mike face down on top of her.

Mike is the biggest cuddler. He's always wanting to hold one of them. He is also big into movies and always suggesting one to watch. Although, they no longer watch any alien invasion movies or eat popcorn with them. Cotton candy is also a no go.

Their first time getting intimate together, Dave and Mike were a little shy because they had both never been with a man. Debbie taught them the proper way to give another man a blow job and hand job.

Their relationship is a secret. Despite Dave saving the day the three know that the world would immediately turn on them if they found out they were queer.

The only two people that know about their relationship are the two comic relief ice cream guys. But that's only because the lady Klowns survived and the two picked back up with their relationship with them. They are in a poly relationship with the Klowns and have ten have Klown babies between them. The ice cream guys aren't phased by Dave, Debbie, and Mike becuase their romance is far more unusual thant theirs.

Debbie is in school to be an astrophysicist. The reason she wanted to go chase after the meteor was because she has a passion for space. She now works on theorizing where the Klowns came from, studying their technology that they left behind, and preparing for their return. She is the breadwinner of the relationship and she works more than the two guys. Before she graduated college, the boys would spoil her anytime she had an exam and doubly spoiled her when she was working on her PhD dissertation.

Dave is always paranoid that the Klowns will return and is always preparing for it. He is no longer a cop. The three moved out of the town and live on a small farm away from most people. Dave has PTSD from the incident. Luckily Mike gives the best back rubs which calms him down if he's having a bad day.

They all have PTSD to some degree and all deal with it in different ways. Dave is preparing for the next Klown arrival and goes over an exit strategy for Debbie and Mike (He is fully prepared to fight the Klowns alone and let them escape.) He has taught them how to use guns and has had them practice shooting clown nose targets. He is very over protective of the two. Debbie throws herself into studying the Klowns to learn more about them (The Klown ladies won't tell her anything. Debbie doesn't trust them at all). Mike does what he can to help others especially Mike and Debbie to distract from his own PTSD.

Mike is the one that does most of the cooking. It was always a secret passion of his.

They find Pooh Bear and adopt him. Pooh Bear lives because I say so I don't care what the directors said. The Klowns thought he was adorable and played with him and then let him go into the woods.

[michealsoft-binbows]

i just finished homestuck

[lavender-ghosting]

Wow the doctor sleep adaptation really took all the joy from the story 👍🏼👍🏼 I did not enjoy probably the entire back half of that movie

[jackkennedyofficial]

happy martha monday! dont forget to markle!

[ticifics]

hii! how are you? i hope you’re doing fine!!

well have an idea, what about dave lizewski and reader making out (like, maybe in his room) and he cums in his pants? i mean he would be so embarassed but reader would be so understanding and caring, helping him and telling him what would he do to help her to get off!

thanks💗💗

“𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲”

── dave lizewski x f!reader

warnings n tags: smut/mdni, est. relationship, no use of y/n, language, cum eating, face sitting, praise kink

a/n: Hi, sweetheart! I'm so sorry for the delay, it ended up taking much longer than I expected. I hope you're well and that you like it <333

Dave still had trouble believing that you were dating. That you actually liked him. Don't get him wrong, it's not that he doubted your feelings, of course not, he just had trouble believing that of all the people in the world, you were interested in him.

And now he had ruined everything.

You were still in his lap, your mouth slightly open as you stared at the stain that had formed on his pants. Dave had never wanted to die so much.

"I-I… I'm so sorry, I—" he mumbled, losing himself in words, unable to even look at you. He felt so pathetic, so miserable.

You had barely rubbed yourself against him when he came. Fuck. This shouldn't happen, he was young, full of hormones and you were so fucking beautiful.

He huffed, rubbing his face roughly before speaking again: “T-this has never happened before. I… uh, I—it d-doesn’t usually happen this fast. I don’t know what happened, it’s just that you’re so hot and I just—I’m really sorry. I messed up, didn’t I? I totally understand if you never want to see me again and—”

“Dave,” you cut him off, cupping his face in your hands, forcing him to meet your gaze. “Calm down. Breathe, okay?”

If possible, his face turned even redder at your kindness. Fuck, he definitely didn’t deserve you.

You watched him, your fingers tangling in his dark curls in an attempt to calm him down. “It’s not the end of the world. These things happen,” you said, your voice calm, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on his lips.

“But—”

“Dave, it’s okay. I’m serious, you can trust me.”

He looked at you hesitantly, still clearly embarrassed. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

You huffed out a laugh, “Don’t be so stupid. I would always choose you.”

Your words hit him hard. He might never understand what you saw in him, but he would always be grateful. He wrapped his arms around you, resting his face against yours, your noses almost touching. “I’m really sorry.”

You hugged him back, letting another kiss on his lips. “It’s okay,” you repeated, shifting on his lap in search of a more comfortable position.

That’s when Dave realized. Fuck, he felt even more stupid. He—embarrassingly—had come, you hadn’t.

“Hey,” he called, feeling embarrassment burn your cheeks, “what about you?”

You looked at him blankly, your eyebrows furrowed. “What’s wrong?”

He swallowed, “You…you don’t—,” he glanced down at your body, at the skirt bunched around your waist, feeling his heart skip a beat at how wet your panties were. “You’re wet.”

You followed his gaze, to the ruined undergarment. Suddenly very aware of the discomfort between your legs. You shifted involuntarily in his lap. “Yes,” you replied, watching him catch his lip between his teeth. “Do you want—”

“Yes,” before you could finish, he cut you off. “I mean, only if you want to.”

A smile curved the corners of your mouth before you nodded. “Sure, do you have something in mind?”

He dipped his chin in response, looking away for a moment before looking back at you, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed. “Can you…can you sit on my face, please?”

Your mouth fell open in surprise. It wasn’t something you expected.

Someone was getting bolder.

You leaned toward him, giving him a crooked smile. “Is that what you want?”

He nodded eagerly, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum. “Yes, God, yes… please.” His voice was barely above a whisper, but the desperation in it was clear.

Dave’s hands shook slightly as he reached out to cup your face, his thumbs brushing against your cheekbones. He searched your eyes, looking for any sign of hesitation or doubt. But all he found was heat and desire, reflecting his own hunger back at him.

“Please,” he repeated, his tone more urgent this time. “I want to taste you.”

You sighed, feeling the discomfort between your legs become almost unbearable. He sounded hungry, desperate, and you couldn’t—and didn’t—want to deny a request like that.

Carefully, you gently pushed his chest up until he was lying on the bed. Your fingers trembled slightly as you gripped the elastic of your panties, sliding them down your legs until they were off your body. “You better take your glasses off, love,” you managed to say.

But Dave shook his head. “I want to see,” he said with conviction.

You laughed softly, crawling across the mattress until your legs were on either side of his head, feeling your heart pound furiously in your chest, your body shaking with anticipation, sighing when his fingers gripped your hips. “Is everything okay?” You asked, looking down, a crease between your eyebrows.

Dave licked his lips nervously as you positioned yourself over him, his breath catching in his throat at the intoxicating sight of your glistening sex mere inches from his face. He could smell your arousal, a heady, musky scent that made his head spin and his cock throb urgently against the confines of his pants.

“Y-yes, it’s more than fine,” he managed, his voice tight with need. His hands gripped your hips, long fingers splayed over your soft skin. He looked down at you, his glasses slightly askew on his nose, blue eyes wide and dark with lust behind the smudged lenses.

Dave took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to calm his racing heart. Slowly, hesitantly at first, he leaned down and pressed a soft, closed-mouthed kiss to your pussy. He breathed in your scent, let it fill his lungs and cloud his mind. Then, feeling a rush of boldness, he dragged the flat of his tongue along your slit, from your entrance to your clit.

The explosion of taste in his mouth was incredible, the best thing he’d ever experienced. Dave groaned, the sound vibrating against your flesh, stimulating you. He licked you again, longer and harder this time, his tongue dipping between your folds to taste more of you.

His technique was a little clumsy, unpracticed, but he made up for it with enthusiasm and a clear desire to please you. He found your clit and circled it with the tip of his tongue before sucking on it, your cheeks hollowing out as he did so.

You moaned, your head falling back as he tongue-fucked you. Fuck, wasn’t he a virgin? You thought he would take longer, but Dave was fucking you like he depended on it for his life.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, moaning as he sucked on the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs. “Dave, that… mmmm that feels so good,” you whimpered, your legs tightening around his head involuntarily, desperate for more of him.

Dave groaned against your pussy as you ground yourself against his face, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through your core. He could feel your walls fluttering, your body tensing, and he knew you were close. Determined to make you cum, he redoubled his efforts.

His tongue plunged deep inside you, fucking your tight channel with quick, hard strokes. He curled it, rubbing along your walls, searching for that special spot that would drive you wild. Then he sucked hard on your clit, his lips sealing around the sensitive nub as he flicked the tip of his tongue over it quickly.

“Dave, I—fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you cried out, your fingers clenching almost painfully in his hair as you chanted his name, your voice breaking into a moan. It was the most erotic, arousing thing he’d ever experienced.

As your orgasm washed over you, Dave sealed his mouth over your sex and sucked hard, his tongue delving deep to catch your gushing nectar. He swallowed it greedily, savoring the way it coated his tongue and slid down his throat.

Finally, as his movements slowed and his grip on your hair loosened, Dave softened his touch. He placed soft, sweet kisses on your sensitive flesh, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your hips and thighs. He looked down at you, his eyes dark and hazy behind his glasses, a satisfied smile on his kiss-slick lips.

“That was…fuck, that was amazing,” he said softly, his voice husky with exertion. “You’re so beautiful like this.”

You smiled, feeling your body go limp but fucking satisfied. Carefully, you rolled off of him, feeling your legs tremble, not thinking twice before kissing him, tasting yourself on his tongue.

“Dave, that was perfect.” You said, placing another kiss on his lips, feeling the wetness still on his chin. “Perfect,” you repeated, your fingers stroking his face. Noting how his lips were swollen, his cheeks flushed with exertion, his chest rising and falling out of rhythm.

A goofy grin spread across his face, his cheeks flushing a deep, satisfied red. “I’m so glad you thought it was perfect,” he said softly, his voice still a little husky. “I was worried I might have been too… eager.” He blushed harder at the admission.

His hands slid down to rest on your waist, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles on your lower back. “But I loved every second of it. I loved making you feel good, I loved tasting you…”

It was you who blushed now, at the genuine sincerity in his voice. At the desperate affection he felt for you.

“Dave, you’re perfect,” the words were out before you could even think them. Still holding his face between your hands, you peppered kisses across his face, “do you realize that?”

His eyes fluttered closed briefly as your kisses mapped his jaw, his cheeks, his forehead. A soft groan escaped him, his fingers flexing against your waist. “You keep saying things like that and it’s going to make me fall even more in love with you,” he murmured, his voice low and intimate.

Your heart skipped a beat as you glanced down, seeing the prominent tent that had once again formed in his pants. “I think I can help with that.”

Hope sparked in your chest at his words, a smile tugging at your kiss-swollen lips. “You mean… you want to help?”

A slow smile spread across your face as you traced the outline of his hard length through his pants. “Oh, I definitely want to help,” you purred, your voice low and full of promise. “In fact, I insist on it.”

[loki-hargreeves]

I agree that the Umbrella Academy should've ended with them killing Reggie.

In addition, they should've gone to the academy together and there should've been a montage of them destroying the furniture and stuff they don't like while having fun and dancing for all that I care. Then it should've faded into a scene of the newly renovated academy, a family dinner where everyone's around the table together. Happily. All the siblings, and their loved ones. Everyone.

Five would finally get a decent cup of coffee. Klaus and Dave would be together. Diego and Lila would be happy and their kids would be there, as should Ray and Claire be with Allison. Luther should be with Sloane. Ben would accept both the Sparrow and Umbrella Academy (maybe he saw the original Ben's memories somehow), and Viktor would be happy and be the cool uncle he deserves to be... they should all be happy.

Hell they could've brought original Ben back as a ghost because Klaus would finally control his powers (I could accept ghost Ben visiting them from time to time despite what happened to him in season 2)

✨Bonus points✨ if the song that plays when they kill their dad and destroy the house is Welcome to the Black Parade.

Can you imagine the irony of them killing Reggie while this plays in the background?

"Son, when you grow up Would you be the savior of the broken The beaten and the damned?" He said, "Will you defeat them? Your demons, and all the non-believers The plans that they have made?"

and actually, this is so fitting too for a scene of them kicking Reggie's abusive ass

"Do or die, you'll never make me Because the world will never take my heart Go and try, you'll never break me We want it all, we wanna play this part

...

Just a man, I'm not a hero Just a boy, who had to sing this song"

because the answer to saving everything is for them to kill Reggie together and heal, not to die and disappear from existence forever.

[directdogman]

I’ve noticed that you’ve been talking about DSaF a bit again, and something I’ve always been super curious about is Dave’s relationship with Henry kinda outside of all the experimentation and the joy of creation. It’s something I don’t see discussed a lot outside of Henrys very blatant abuse. Was Henry actually very kind and empathetic towards Dave towards the beginning? Or was he always cold and distant, and Dave just didn’t know what actual care looked like? Did Dave ever have a very parasocial relationship with Henry before the circus shut down. I know this is a bit of a strange and specific ask, but I just find their dynamic really interesting. It’s something I want to explore in my au, and it’s just a very interesting part of DSaF that I don’t think is talked about enough.

Yes, it started as a parasocial relationship. Dave, as you might recall, started out by following Henry's circus around. Given he'd lived on the streets for his whole life and was used to being cold, lonely, Henry's circus was like nothing he'd seen before that point. Is it really any wonder that his end-game with the player is always going to a city of lights, bright colours + dopamine rushes? He basically followed the circus around from town to town for years, scavenging food from trash bins and getting gradually closer and closer to the main circus tent each time, and by the time he saw what was inside, he was hooked.

Henry's circus had a lot in common with Barnum's and given the 'freak show' element, I'd imagine Dave felt less alone, even though nothing Henry used was nearly as surreal as Dave himself.

Eventually Henry noticed him and he was assigned jobs like shoveling Tiger shit, usually away from guests. Henry definitely wasn't kind to Dave (they barely spoke at this point) but it outlines the second part of Dave's attachment, the feeling of being a part of something greater, being included.

Henry noted Dave's loyalty + defense of his character. I recall Dave mentions that Henry wound up being investigated for a string of murders and wound up framing the Tiger keeper at the circus, something Dave corroborated, believing the word of his distant (but providing) father figure over the guy who rushed him to finish shoveling animal shit.

By the time the investigation ended, Henry's circus had taken a bad hit, but ofc, Henry had enough money saved to go into something new and realized that Dave was trusting/devoted enough to be useful to him. Dave had some money saved up at this point and would eagerly work for free, so it was really a no-brainer on Henry's part. It's anyone's guess how long he intended to keep Dave around before using him as a patsy of some kind. It was incredibly lucky that a nightguard happened to die at their diner shortly after their first string of murders and that Henry managed to fudge the employment records to tie him to the previous 2 murders that'd happened just before this.

I don't doubt that there were occasionally 'nice' moments between the two, but I'd imagine they mostly amounted to Henry occasionally showing his business partner basic courtesy and Dave latching onto it. That and the two speaking about their pasts to some degree, which Dave likely took as the two being inseparably bonded since he wasn't used to really knowing people.

Most of Dave's perception of Henry came from his own inner loneliness, wanting to believe that someone valuable could see genuine good in him. It wasn't really backed up by anything logical, but hey. People see what they wanna see, I guess.

[thewertsearch]

EB: so, i started getting crazy nervous the longer i was down here, and i was starting to wonder if my silly iron pogo hammer would even do any damage against the monster.

John normally goes where he pleases, and doesn’t worry about the consequences – but Typheus’s sheer aura was enough to rattle even him.

AG: *Snort.*

Heh.

Sorry, John, but you had no hope here. You were meant to show up at the tail end of a month-long campaign, not three hours into your session. This was impossible.

An endgame piano, for the most powerful Fraymotif of all.

...hang on.

Wait, shit. I'm pretty sure I just solved LOWAS.

The entire planet is a fucking pipe organ!

This is how John’s supposed to commune with the Breeze and complete his Quest - by repeating the first [S] page in the entire comic!

Damn, that's cool. It reminds me of how LOLAR's architecture seems to evoke stringed instruments, which may or may not be relevant to Rose's own Quest. At some point, I'll have to check if any other Lands feature musical symbolism.

AG: You were right to 8e nervous. Denizens are incredi8ly powerful monsters. You had no chance whatsoever at this stage of the game. AG: You might have stood a chance after I started helping you. 8ut Terezi really screwed you over 8y leading you here so early.

Would John's early God Tier really be enough to prevail here?

It can be assumed that Typheus himself is a powerful master of airbending. The rapid development of John’s powers has been extremely impressive, but Typheus commands the Breeze across all of LOWAS. It definitely wouldn't be a steamroll.

EB: i guess if i ever see her, i should thank her too. […] EB: because this was important. […] EB: if i didn't make the decision to go, then dave would not be able to go back in time and fix things. EB: in fact, if i didn't die here in this palace, we never would have been born in the first place! AG: How could you know all that?

That’s the sort of thing that Typheus himself could probably clue him in on.

Hephaestus, Dave’s Denizen, was explicitly aware of the fact that he was in a failed timeline. Typheus probably had the same understanding – and furthermore, it sounds like he informed John that this particular doomed timeline was critical to the existence of the Alpha.

Denizens were introduced to us as powerful boss monsters, but we're slowly learning that they have meta-knowledge of the game's deeper mechanics that rivals even Sprites. If you're really supposed to just kill them and leave, then why do they seem so wise? Why do they have an obvious intelligence that Underlings lack? What are they for?

It’s becoming increasingly obvious that Davesprite’s right - we don’t understand the Denizens at all.

[latenightreadingpdf]

Hidden in Plain Sight - Dave Lizewski

₊‧⁺˖⋆ Masterlist ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Part 2 ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Part 3 ⋆˖⁺‧₊

Summary: When Y/S/N saves Kick-Ass from a dangerous situation, he becomes obsessed with trying to uncover her true identity. Little does he know, Y/S/N is a girl from his school who secretly has a crush on him as well. As they patrol together, their worlds collide in ways neither expected, leading to a surprising revelation about who's really behind the mask.

Y/S/N - Your superhero name

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The night sky over New York had a strange way of making a person feel invincible. Dave Lizewski, aka Kick-Ass, was just starting out his amateur superhero career and was already way in over his head. Sure, he'd gotten a few decent hits in on some petty thugs before, but most of the time, he spent more energy trying not to die than actually fighting crime.

Tonight was one of those nights.

He sprinted down an alley, panting, adrenaline surging through his veins. Behind him, two guys—huge, brawny types who clearly had nothing better to do than terrorize the innocent—chased him with knives. His green suit felt like a second skin, clinging to him with every move, though it wasn’t exactly made for high-intensity situations like this. His lungs burned, and a stitch formed in his side. Not good.

“I swear,” he gasped to himself, “I’m gonna die.”

The alley came to an abrupt dead end. He cursed, turning just in time to see the guys closing in, grinning like they'd won the lottery. He raised his fists, trying to look braver than he felt.

"This... is not going to end well," Dave muttered.

Before either of them could lunge, something fast and powerful blurred from the shadows, hitting one of the thugs with such force that he flew backward, crashing into a stack of crates. The second guy barely had time to react before the figure was on him too, taking him down with an expert kick to the stomach.

Dave blinked in disbelief. The figure straightened, revealing a young woman in a sleek, black suit. It wasn’t flashy, but it looked way more professional than his own green and yellow DIY get-up. She had an aura of confidence and strength that radiated even in the dim light.

And, yeah, Dave noticed, she had a killer figure.

"You... you just saved my life!" Dave stammered.

The girl rolled her eyes behind her mask. “Yeah, and I’m guessing it won’t be the last time, Kick-Ass.”

Kick-Ass. She knew his name.

“Wait, who are you?” he asked, his voice still shaky from the adrenaline.

“Call me Y/S/N,” she said casually, as if saving people from imminent death was just another Friday night. “You really should be more prepared for situations like this.”

“I... I thought I was.”

Y/S/N snorted, crossing her arms. "Really? No backup, no weapons? Just... that?" She gestured to his suit. "You're gonna get yourself killed."

Dave flushed, partly from embarrassment and partly from the rush of adrenaline still coursing through him. “I’ll... I’ll do better,” he promised lamely, watching as she walked away, her silhouette disappearing into the night.

And just like that, she was gone.

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At Atomic Comics the next day, Dave was still riding the adrenaline high from his encounter with the mysterious heroine. His friends, Todd and Marty, sat across from him, distracted by the latest issue of X-Men, while Dave rambled on about her.

“I swear, you guys, she was like something out of The Avengers. She totally saved my ass last night. And she was hot. I mean, like, really hot. Her suit—it was super tight. I could barely focus.”

Todd raised an eyebrow, putting his comic down. “Dude, you’re such a nerd. A hot superhero saves you, and that’s what you focus on?”

Dave shrugged, grinning sheepishly. “I mean, yeah? You didn’t see her. She’s got this whole thing going on—great moves, great...uh...form. Her ass is—”

"Wow. Really going full perv, aren't we?" Marty quipped, rolling his eyes.

Unbeknownst to Dave, someone had been listening. On the other side of a nearby shelf, Y/N, the kind and somewhat popular girl from school, had been browsing comics too. She knew who Dave was—after all, they had a few classes together—but they had never really talked.

Y/N smiled to herself as she overheard Dave’s rant about his superhero crush. Little did he know that she was Y/S/N, the very girl who had saved his life last night. Hearing him talk about her alter-ego like that—saying she was cool, hot, and all that—was...well, flattering in a weird way. And the fact that he was so obviously into her made things a lot more interesting.

Still smiling, Y/N grabbed a random comic, paid for it, and headed out, a plan forming in her head.

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Later that week, Dave suited up as Kick-Ass once again, hoping to catch a glimpse of Y/S/N during his patrol. After their first encounter, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. She had this presence that he couldn’t shake off, and it didn’t help that his crush was amplified by the fact that she’d saved him. She was the real deal—a hero, like he wanted to be.

“Kick-Ass.”

Dave turned at the sound of her voice, heart skipping a beat. She was there, perched casually on a rooftop ledge, looking down at him with that same cool confidence.

“Y/S/N!” He tried to sound smooth, but his voice cracked just a little.

“You’re not going to need saving again, are you?” she teased, dropping down to the street in front of him.

“I’ve got it covered this time,” he said, puffing out his chest just a little. “Totally prepared.”

Y/S/N gave him a once-over, amusement flickering in her eyes. “Sure you are.”

The two of them walked together, patrolling the empty streets, though it was a quiet night—too quiet, really.

“So, Kick-Ass,” Y/S/N started, her voice casual. “There’s this guy I go to school with. He’s in a few of my classes.”

Dave’s heart gave a little lurch. Was she... opening up to him? Maybe this was his chance to learn more about her.

“Yeah? What about him?” he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

“He’s super nerdy, kind of awkward. But he’s... well, he’s hot. Like, really hot.”

Dave blinked. “Wait, what?”

“I bet he’s got... you know, a lot going on,” she continued, her voice dropping slightly. “In more ways than one.”

Dave felt his face flush. “Oh.”

“I can’t focus in class because I’m too busy thinking about him,” she added. “It’s a problem, I don’t know what to do.”

“Wow, okay. Um... who’s the guy?” he asked, not really wanting to know but needing to at the same time.

“Dave Lizewski,” Y/S/N said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Dave stopped dead in his tracks. His brain short-circuited for a second. “Wait... what? Did you just... did you just say Dave Lizewski?”

She turned to face him, her expression unreadable behind her mask. “Yeah, why? You know him?”

“I—uh—” Dave’s thoughts tumbled over each other in a chaotic mess. She knows me. She actually knows me. And she thinks I’m hot?!

Y/S/N didn’t give him any time to process. “Anyway, I gotta run. Crime won’t stop itself.” She gave him a little wave before disappearing into the night once more, leaving Dave standing there, still in shock.

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That night, Dave immediately FaceTimed Todd and Marty, pacing his room in a frenzy.

“Guys! You are not going to believe what just happened!” he blurted out as soon as they answered.

“What is it now, man?” Marty asked, exasperated.

“I think Y/S/N goes to our school.”

Both of them stared at him blankly through the screen.

“No, seriously! She was talking about a guy she likes in her classes. And then she said my name! My actual name!”

Todd snorted. “Okay, but how do you know she’s not just messing with you?”

“I... don’t know. But it seemed real,” Dave insisted. “I think she really goes to school with me. And now I have to figure out who she is.”

He grabbed his old yearbook off the shelf and flipped it open. “There’s gotta be some kind of clue.”

Todd and Marty exchanged skeptical glances but eventually joined in, helping him comb through the yearbook. They scanned faces, trying to match anyone they knew with the mystery of Y/S/N.

“Alright, so we need a plan,” Dave said, leaning over the pages. “Monday, we’re going to do some recon. Check out anyone who might be her. We’ll figure this out.”

Todd and Marty, albeit reluctantly, nodded in agreement.

“Sure, dude. Recon mission on Monday.”

Dave closed the yearbook with a snap, his mind racing. Somewhere in the sea of students, Y/S/N was hiding in plain sight. And now, he was more determined than ever to find out who she was—both in and out of her suit.

Little did he know, Monday would bring him more answers than he could’ve ever expected.

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A/N ~ there’s not enough Kick-Ass fanfics on here and I’m sick of it :( lmk if you want a part 2

[ilovehugslikealotalot]

This is Her Trying

sum: she sold out every value she holds dear, even a person. That happens to be you. So, one night after Voit’s little game, she speeds to your apartment in hopes you’ll still want her.

(is there a lot of music references? Yes.)

WARNING: BIG ANGSTY, smoking, some fluff?

Emily saw this coming, with the way everything was happening. The BAU hadn’t taken up a case they couldn’t solve, it just seems that now they’ve met their match. Emily didn’t want it to be true, no, she just couldn’t accept that. She was too prideful to give up.

That also meant doing everything in her power to solve this case, even if it meant pushing the boundaries of the law. She hated that she even considered doing it, so why do it at all? That was a question she asked herself often. Sometimes she sat in her chair wondering if Hotch would be disappointed in her. Or if he would tell her that she ‘needn’t worry’ even though she should.

In the midst of all this ‘Gold Star’ business happening, she was also pushing you away. Not noticing the hurt facial expression you made at her clearly not wanting your presence. She pushed you away so much that she had forgotten how much peace you’d bring her. Even Rossi had warned her to go home but she never did listen, she did what she thought was best. But sometimes she couldn’t think for herself.

—

“Shouldn’t you head home to see the Mrs?” Rossi asked, driving them back after Emily had gotten arrested. The truth was, she wanted to go home, she was just too scared that you too would be disappointed in her, and she’d rather not have the person she loved the most think ill of her. “She knows I’m out, it’s fine..” The silver-haired woman grumbled, picking at her thumb nail again. Someday she’d get over the whole thumb thing but now was not the time. All that she was focused on was Brian Garrity being on the top of her list to be killed off if she ever did spiral into madness; which she was already on the brink of.

Dave looked at her with this face, it was his ‘I know you better than you think, please don’t lie to me right now’ face. Emily huffed, groaning as she flopped her head into her hands. “It’s been almost a week and a half, Emily. A hello or hug would suffice” He tutted, even after all these years he still had to teach her fatherly advice.

“She’ll survive, Dave, she’s not going anywhere” Emily seethed, her emotions slightly breaking loose, the Italian took note of her behavior. As he pulled back into the parking lot, he stopped the engine, turning to look at her with a soft expression.

“If I’ve learned anything from my marriages is, never make them wait for you. Because the hardest feeling is choosing whether to wait or give up” He says, exiting the car first to let Emily think.

—

The Unit Chief sat on the rooftop again, the cigarette she was smoking, balanced between her fingers. She only smoked when she was really stressed, that seemed to be almost every day now. You had told her to stop smoking but, old habits die hard.

Ever since that call she had about being on restricted duty she felt like she was completely under the water, she couldn’t breathe. The feeling on being dragged down over and over again was starting to get to her. This definitely wasn’t her first rodeo but it was starting to feel like her last. She kept telling herself to keep pushing and they’d solve this but maybe, for once, they’ve gotten a case they won’t figure out.

The BAU was crumbling around them, the public was already trampling on the name. But if they didn’t figure this out, what was the point of anything? What was the point of all this work if she couldn’t even save herself?

How could she protect her team when her choices were the ones hurting them? She’d been dying inside since Bailey’s death. She couldn’t give up now, she had to figure this out so he didn’t die in vain. But she wanted to give up, it was so much easier to lay down and die.

This isn’t how she imagined she’d end up. A broken marriage, at least she thought so, a broken team, a broken case, everything was tumbling down and she didn’t have the energy to build them back up anymore. She always wondered how some people could die with so much happiness accepting that they didn’t do everything they wanted to. That was one of the qualities that made you fall for her.

She didn’t stop till she got what she wanted. That’s how you agreed to go on one date with her. She was insistent that she was the one for you. At first you didn’t want to, not wanting to be with someone so ambitious since it could end badly, later she showed you that you were the only one she wanted.

Letting out a shaking breath, Emily looked below, the who-ing of the owls seemed to be her only company that night. The stars were shining above her, she was jealous of them. How could they live so peacefully without worry. They were taunting her with their beauty.

Almost like the first time you and her met. She smiled at the memory, her time of youth escaped her but she never seemed to forget it.

~~

You were one of Garcia‘s friends, she met you during one of her baking lessons, and got to know you during one of her cooking lessons. You were skilled in both, your nimble fingers kneading the dough, your hands holding the sharp knife as you made precise cuts on the vegetables.

Emily could’ve never been prepared for the day you’d given Penelope a visit at work. She practically choked on her coffee the moment you walked in. You were stunning, your eyes soft like the morning rain, your face free from blemishes and impurities, even your hands looked extremely agile. Your presence alone cast an ethereal radiance around the room. “Hi, I’m Y/n Y/l/n, it’s nice to meet you…?”

Your brow arched, signaling her to introduce herself, Emily quickly stumbled to her feet with a goofy smile. She was enchanted by your shining grin. Internally, she was panicking so bad she couldn’t even think about what comes out of her mouth next, she was too busy staring at your tits.

“Prentits, Emily” she said a little too confidently, she slapped a hand over her mouth as Morgan barrel rolled on the floor in laughter. Rossi, JJ, and Penelope were snickering in the background. Hotch and Reid stood with shocked expressions, for once, Aaron had cracked a smile.

”I’m sorry! I meant Emily Prentiss, it’s nice to meet you as well” her voice got more silent with each word, the red hue over taking her face. You laughed, “it’s okay, Emily,” you leaned into her ear, “but next time just ask to look at them.”

~~

Emily snorted to herself, still looking into the dark nothingness below her. A soft chuckle escaped her, even the darkness seemed more peaceful than whatever she had going on. In those few minutes that she had stared into the oblivion, she realized, it wasn’t too late to fix things. At least with you anyway, she just hoped that you’d still want her after everything she had put you through.

The guilt of leaving you alone for so long clawed at her. As she now hurried down the halls, she thought of you. That smile that could make her melt, the laugh that could infect anybody, and those arms that held her close when no one understood her.

Even in the car, the first thing that played was your favorite song. She slammed her fist against the console, the pain was agonizing but that was the least of her problems. Her fingers gripped around the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles turned white and cramped. As she speeded home, she realized that she dearly missed your lips. Your soft, delicate, and loving lips. Even the first time the both of you had said you loved each other, she knew that you were gonna kiss her in a way that was gonna screw her up forever.

At the door of your shared house, she felt a sinking feeling in her chest, her hands turned clammy. It was like she was sent back to when she was ask you out on a date again. Except this time she was asking for your forgiveness.

She brought out her house keys, unlocked the door, and stepped in. The inside was still dimly lit so she knew you were awake, probably staying up late again. “Baby? I’m home!” Emily called out, shutting the door behind her, making sure to lock it before venturing deeper into the home. She heard shuffling from upstairs, it stopped for a moment before the sound of your footsteps made their way down. She was nervous, the smell of smoke on her clothes. It stood out from the scent of the rest of the house.

It smelt of you and your soft smelling vanilla perfume. You smiled seeing her, though the emotions in you remained conflicted. “Em, you’re home, I thought you were gonna be working late again” You chuckled lightly, nothing was funny. She messed up and you knew it, she knew it. So, why couldn’t you just go ahead and scream your feelings out. That’s what you wanted to do days ago, but not now that you see her face…you don’t feel so angry anymore.

“No, I needed to come home. I needed to see you, I’m-” Emily abruptly stopped her sentence to swallow the sound of her breaking voice, she never minded being emotional in front of you. Now, she couldn’t bear to cry in front of you. She felt she didn’t deserve to, you’re the victim here, after all. It was selfish to take that away from you. She was selfish. That’s all she had been for weeks now.

“I’m going insane, y/n. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore, I’m not alright.” She admitted it, she was scared and confused. She felt like some little kid in the corner after doing something bad and not knowing it was. She didn’t know how to cope with any of this. It was too big to do alone. She couldn’t ask you to help her, not when she’s already taken so much from you.

As Emily’s eyes began to sting, the tears pooling. Yet, she didn’t let them fall. She couldn’t, it wasn’t right. “You smell like smoke again, what happened this time?” You asked, brushing past her and walking into the kitchen. You fixed Emily a glass of cold water, “I messed up some case, I’m on restricted duty. The BAU is Dave’s now. I don’t know what I’m gonna do.” She said through a shaky sigh, leaning on the kitchen island, the marble cold to the touch. You were slightly shocked that she would actually tell you, most of the time she wouldn’t tell you anything. You understood that even knowing a little bit could endanger you both so you never pressed. “Have you eaten?”

Emily crossed her arms, sniffling and looking at her with a blank expression. You knew that look, she was trying to profile you. “Emily, if you’re trying to profile me, it’s not gonna work.” You said sternly, getting the ingredients out for beef and broccoli, one of her favorites.

“Okay, I’m sorry…” she replied, biting her lip. “No, I haven’t” she added after a moment of silence. You smiled to yourself, “Good, I haven’t had dinner yet”

The silence was oddly comfortable, it gave Emily a sense of false comfort. She watched you cook as she idly played with her fingers. You could’ve called it a night ages ago and gone to bed not talking to her at all. Instead, you chose to stay and make food. You always stayed silent when you were mad, you came from a home with screaming being the norm. You hated yelling at someone out of anger, you hated it with your heart and soul. Even now if someone yells at you in anger, the tears will pool and won’t stop streaming down your face. Your breathing turns shallow and the tightness in your chest the least of your concerns.

As you finished cooking the food, the steam drifted into the air, eventually filling up the whole kitchen. Both of you quickly ate the food, silently glancing at each ofher when the other ‘wasn’t’ looking. Emily didn’t know what to say, and you didn’t want to say anything.

The older woman went upstairs to change, and hopefully get a shower. It had been a few days since she’s had a good shower. One where she felt relaxed and fresh. You washed the dishes, humming to yourself as you thought about the situiation you were in. You wanted so badly to be angry with her but, there was something that kept you from feeling anything about what was happening. Your face would contort into an expression of anger but you didn’t feel it.

You completed the rest of the cleaning and headed upstairs, maybe you’d be able to get a good sleep tonight. You always slept best with Emily in bed with you, she just gave you a sense of comfort that no one else could give you.

Already in some pjs, you brushed your teeth and washed your face. With a heavy sigh, you pulled your body up to sit on the counter. You had grabbed your phone, scrolling on social media as you flossed with a floss pick. You heard the shower stop but you didn’t look up, too interested in a News article you read. It was an article about ‘Gold Star’. A case Emily was on, he was clearly dangerous and had already killed the spouse of one of his latest victims who was also a cop. That must’ve been why she’s been down at the office, at least, that’s what you heard from Pen.

“Damn it…” Emily muttered, pulling a silk robe over her thin pjs. Her hair was soaking wet, and her face free of makeup, she was looking for something. “Have you seen my towel?” She asked, looking at the rack then back inside the shower. You looked down and saw you were sitting on it, lifting a thigh, you grabbed it and handed it to her.

She smiled at you, drying her silver locks with the towel. Walking over to the sink, she began doing her skincare routine. You stared at her, a blank expression on your face, she looked so focused.

You felt the urge to reach out and touch her face when she finished, she looked like a supermodel in this light. I’m any light actually, she was a timeless beauty you couldn’t get enough of. That was when you felt it, the subtle shake of your hands, the sting of your eyes, the flips of your stomach, the drowning feeling, and the way you bit the inside of your cheek.

Emily looked at herself in the mirror before looking over at you with concern, your eyes filled with hurt. She hummed softly, placing a hand on yours, squeezing it as a way to ground you. “I love you, Emily Prentiss…so much that you piss me off,” You said with a hushed tone, as if you’d be scolded for speaking normally.

“I love you more, my precious girl” Emily kissed each of your knuckles, kissing up your arm as she moved to slip herself in between your legs. She eventually got up to kiss your lips, it was quick, a big dose of comfort, for Emily at least.

“Don’t say things that aren’t true…” You insisted, placing your hands on her shoulders, the robe damp from her wet hair. “You left me, for almost a whole week and a half with minimal to no contact, you didn’t even check in with me so I knew you were alive and breathing.”

Emily looked down in shame, she wished to take it all back. “I had to hold on to the hope that you were okay, and I had to get updates from the team, who you never seem to interact with anyway.” You sniffled, toying with her hair. “I know about this whole ‘Gold Star’ thing. The information went public, most of it anyway. So, please tell me what’s bothering you. Please…” You admitted, holding her face so she would look at you.

“Baby, Gold Star…he’s a dangerous man, after what happened with Don Bertoli” she paused, wiping her tears away, refusing to let them fall. She’s been doing that often now, you noticed since she was always comfortable crying around you. “I couldn’t handle you living in fear, I couldn’t handle us living in fear. A part of it was because I was so focused on this case, I hardly thought about anything else other than the case, and you. I know that sounds weird but, every decision I made was made because I thought I could protect you.” She kissed your palm, looking at you with the same adoration and love she had been for years, “If Don, this big muscular man, can’t stop him from killing his wife. How can I stop him?” She sobbed, hugging you close.

“Ever since this case even started, I changed so much. I hate it. I let a serial killer out of his cage to work among profilers like he meant something. I kept a secret from JJ that I shouldn’t have, I ruled over my team like a tyrant instead of working with them. I’m…turning into my mother, just like I thought I would. But the only question I have is…why haven’t you left me yet?” Emily sniffled, tears stains on your sleep attire. You pulled away from the hug and held her head, wiping away the tears with your thumbs.

She looked so fragile, like could crack of you touched her. You rarely saw her break, Emily was always the strong one even in the relationship. She took pride in opening jars, carrying bags, doing any sort of lifting. She also compartmentalized like her life depended on it because it kind of did.

”You are not going to be like your mother, you are my wonderful, amazing, ambitious, smart, hilarious, stunning, annoying wife. You’re my everything in one and I love you for it. I haven’t left you because I made a very important promise to be yours forever. I intend to keep that promise, no matter what. Also, last time I checked, you have the most awesome team. So, if you fess up and take responsibility, they’ll accept you. Remember that you have to earn that trust back but, I know you care.” Emily let out a choked sob, she loved you more than anything. What did she do to deserve you?

“When you were gone that long, I didn’t mind that much. Until you stopped texting me back, I didn’t hear from you for days. I panicked, thinking you were mad and I spiraled, every possible out come in my head played out beside for this” You said, tucking a piece of damp hair behind her ear.

“What I mean is, I’m not going to tell you that this was okay, what I am gonna tell you is that I love you despite what happened.” You pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead, she was hurting, you could tell from her face and mannerisms. You felt like you had spent a whole lifetime memorizing everything about her. Sometimes, it scared you. You knew things about her that even her team didn’t know, for you knew they’d never know.

With that, Emily burst into tears, hugging you tightly, pulling you as close to her as she could.

You’ve missed her dearly, nothing in existence or nonexistent could keep you from loving her. You feel every emotion at once yet none could rival the pure love you felt for the woman. She’s gone through hell & earth to have you. Now, you were ready to do the same for her.

She’s saved you from a maniac serial killer once, the least you could do was be here when you needed her. You knew she’d return the favor, you preferred to have her be alright before returning anything. After all, you taught middle schoolers for a living, you had your moments but thankfully there was never anything much.

“I’m sorry, so, so sorry” She sobbed, her head buried in between the crevice between your neck and shoulder. Her body slotted so perfectly with yours that you were convinced she was made for you. “I forgive you, always”

You felt her arms tighten around you, she sniffled looking up into your eyes. Pressing a kiss to your lips, she played with your hair, twirling it between her fingers.

She didn’t know what was waiting for her in the future, she was unsure of a lot of things. One thing was certain, that you were hers, and she was yours. She’d find a way to cross realities if it meant being with you.

As the night went on, both felt as though they could stay their forever. Intertwined. Sewn together. Forevermore.

—————

UHM. THIS WAS IN MY DRAFTS FOR A WHILE.

This is a nice appetizer for all the fics I’m about to serve to you guysssss. I hope you enjoyed restricted duty Emily :)

[gingerteafairy]

hi!! , um I have an idea for an Dave Lizewski!! so the reader is popular and her and her friends bet for the reader to make Dave fall inlove with them but the reader falls for Dave while doing the bet!! (I don’t know but I had this idea and I hope you like it 😅)

at first, i was like "what the hell am i supposed to write?" and it turned to a full three chapters fic. hope you like it, i really loved writing this. @ikkyfics and golden hour by jvke helped me a lot.

𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗯���𝗮𝗺 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁

𝟭. 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲

You bet Dave will fall for you, but oops—guess who’s the one falling now? tags n warnings: dave lizewski x fem!reader, fluff, hyperfeminine!reader, language, suggestive, violence. word count: 6.8k!! masterlist part two

The cafeteria was buzzing with the noise of conversations and laughter echoing between the tables, a comfortable chaos that made any secret conversation quiet enough. Amidst this turmoil, you and your friends were immersed in your favorite pastime: hear me out. The game was simple—name an unlikely person and argue why they could be a love interest. The fun was in the absurdity of the choices, and the best part? No one would ever suspect that the most popular girls in school spent their time fantasizing about nerds, weirdos, or teachers.

“Okay, okay. Hear me out,” Katie started, her laugh escaping even before revealing the name. You, knowing well the danger, swallowed the rest of your juice to avoid a disaster. “Professor Melvin, history.”

The shock was immediate. “Oh my God, ew, Katie!” Erika scrunched up her nose as if she had smelled something rotten, still laughing at the atrocity of the idea. “That man probably has fossilized snacks in his beard since the dinosaur era.”

“But think about it,” Katie insisted, winking mischievously. “He wouldn’t even need to carry a purse. My gloss would fit perfectly in there.”

Erika shoved her shoulder, both laughing as you shook your head in disbelief. “Okay, now seriously. Listen up.” Erika smoothed down her uniform, adopting a thoughtful expression as she theatrically touched her chin. “Jeremy, from the drama club.”

The reaction was instant.

“No!” You all yelled in unison, throwing your hands up and bursting into laughter. Your body swayed with the contagious laughter of the group.

“Erika, he’s practically a zombie,” you argued, still laughing. “He acts like a potato and is only there because he’s the director’s son.”

“I like that dead fish look. It’s sexy.” Erika squinted her eyes, biting her lip in an exaggeratedly sensual gesture that made you laugh even more. You waited for the laughter to die down a little before leaning in on the table, lowering your voice intentionally to add a dramatic touch.

“Okay. Hear me out,” you began, glancing around quickly. “Dave Lizewski, from the school newspaper.”

Silence.

Your friends exchanged glances as if they had just heard the most absurd thing in the world.

“What?” Katie raised her eyebrows, confusion clear on her face. “Isn’t he gay?” She covered her mouth with her hand, as if sharing a forbidden secret.

“I don’t know. They said they caught him spying on girls in gym class,” Erika countered, rolling her eyes in disdain. “I hate guys like that.”

You bit your lip, hesitating before speaking. “But he’s so cute,” you admitted, feeling a warmth rise to your face. “It’s funny when he gets nervous presenting and adjusts his glasses all the time.” Your voice lowered at the end of the sentence, as if confessing a crime. “I’d go out with him.”

Katie stopped chewing her fry halfway. “Then why don’t you?” You and Erika stared at her as if she had suggested blowing up the planet.

“What?” You blinked, unable to formulate an immediate response. “Are you crazy?”

“You don’t think he’s cute?” She shrugged.

“He’s way too nerdy for my taste,” you shot back, resting your chin on your palm and sighing. “Not to mention, guys like that fall for a weirdo like them.”

“What if…” Erika interrupted, biting her lip suggestively. “What if you made him fall for you?”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What do you mean?”

“I bet you fifty bucks you could make him fall for you,” she declared, crossing her arms with a challenging smile.

Katie made a face of disapproval. “Wow, Erika. That’s cruel.”

You clicked your tongue, thoughtful. “The only time I talked to Dave was to borrow a pencil. How am I supposed to talk to him?”

Erika grinned, tossing her hair back.

“Girl, duh.” She gestured like it was obvious. “We’re literally the most popular girls in school. No need for ceremony. Easy money. Take it or leave it.”

You looked at her, a sly smile forming on your lips. “A hundred bucks. And you let me wear your Vivienne Westwood top.” Erika hesitated, but you raised an eyebrow, challenging her. “Take it or leave it.”

She huffed. “Deal. But I want pictures to prove it.” The handshake sealed the deal. Before you could celebrate, Katie poked your arm, laughing.

“Speaking of which, look, here comes your boyfriend.”

Their heads turned to see Dave crossing the cafeteria with Todd and Marty, the three laughing at something that, honestly, didn’t interest you at all. “Over in the nerd corner, gross,” Erika teased, grabbing another fry.  

You narrowed your eyes, joking: “Don’t talk about my man like that, okay?”

Standing up, you adjusted your top, running your hands over the fabric to make sure it was perfect. Katie quickly tugged a strand of her hair into place, then touched up her gloss with a practiced gesture.  “Couldn’t be more perfect. You’re gonna win over your boy.” 

You winked at them before turning and walking confidently.   Dave’s table was a well-organized chaos—notebooks scattered, half-eaten snacks, and open bags of chips. The three friends were chatting excitedly, laughing loudly, until you arrived.  With a smooth move, you placed your hands on the table and leaned slightly forward.

Silence.  

Todd almost choked on a fry. Dave, who had been laughing at something Marty said, froze in the middle of the movement, his eyes wide behind his glasses.  

“Stop, idiot,” Marty hissed, giving Todd a firm slap on the back as he tried to stop choking. Dave, meanwhile, froze, his wide eyes fixed ahead as if he could trick his own body and pretend he wasn’t completely losing his composure. His hands trembled slightly as he held his can of diet soda, the liquid sloshing inside.  “Sorry... he... he has issues,” Marty added, casting an exasperated glance at Todd, who was still coughing. 

You smiled, your best smile—the one that made guys trip over their own shoelaces.  

“Hi, Dave.”  

It was his turn to choke. The soda, which had been safe in his mouth, became a small liquid explosion, spat directly into Marty’s face.

“Uh... Hi. I mean... Hi.” Dave stumbled, coughing and hurriedly grabbing napkins, trying to clean his mouth while also trying to regain composure. You kept your gaze on him, hiding your disgust at the mess while your eyes briefly met Marty’s—now looking like a mummy wrapped in paper.  

“Can I sit with you guys?” You were already pulling out a chair before they could answer, settling dangerously close to Dave, who shrank to the side, his breath a bit faster.   “So... what were you guys talking about?”  

Todd opened his mouth to answer, but Dave was faster. “NOTHING.”  The shout was so abrupt that even some nearby tables looked over. He cleared his throat, trying to correct himself, and forced a nervous smile. 

Your eyes sparkled with challenge.   “No one’s laughing about anything,” you argued, crossing your arms in front of your body and tilting your head slightly to the side. The subtle movement drew the attention of all three boys like a magnet. Dave quickly looked away, pressing his glasses against his face as if that would help him stay focused.  

“Tell me, Dave... what were you talking about?”  

He blinked a few times, clearly having a system failure. “Kylie Jenner.” 

Todd and Marty chuckled nasally, trying to hide it.  

“Really?” You raised an eyebrow, interested.  

“She’s dating Timothée Chalamet,” Todd added casually. The killer glares he received from his friends didn’t go unnoticed. “What? I watch the news.”  

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head, before leaning closer to Dave, deliberately closing the distance between you. “Hey, Dave. Want to sit with me in math class? I forgot my book.”  

Dave went so rigid it looked like someone had hit the pause button on him. “Sure.” He blinked, processing the words. “I’d love to.”  

He smiled, and there it was—the gesture—adjusting his glasses nervously, just the way you thought was adorable. But in that moment, something inside you hesitated. Your heartbeat a little faster, your stomach twisted in a strange way. Before you could process that, you suddenly stood up.  

“What’s wrong?” Dave furrowed his brows.  

“I remembered I have to talk to Erika.”  Without waiting for an answer, you walked away, feeling their stares burning into your back. As soon as you turned the corner, you found your friends with binoculars. Literally.  “Where the hell did you get that?” You crossed your arms, pointing at the object Erika quickly hid.  

“It doesn’t matter.” She waved her hand. “So, how was it? Dave seemed interested.”

You hesitated for a moment, a strange feeling pulling at you. “It was... interesting.” The response came with the usual energy, but something inside you felt subtly different, like an echo you couldn’t quite ignore.

“I’m gonna sit with him in math class.”

“Perfect. I forgot my book anyway, so I’ll sit with Eri,” Katie said casually.

“Let’s hit the bathroom,” Erika suggested, her voice full of that habitual need to freshen up. “I need to touch up my makeup.”

“Yeah, I need powder like, now,” you grumbled, touching your face as if you could already feel the shine of oil building up.

As they moved away, chatting and laughing as if the world was theirs, Dave and his friends stayed frozen in silence, as if the moment had somehow paralyzed them. Todd was the first to break the trance.

“Did you guys see that? One of the Powerpuff Girls talked to him. Just him.”

Dave let out a small, incredulous laugh, still trying to figure out what had just happened.

“We were at the table too,” Marty grumbled, then returned to his lunch. “But I still prefer the Milky Way terminology.”

Dave furrowed his brow. “Milky Way?”

“Yeah, man. Sun, Moon, and Earth,” Todd explained, hands gesturing as if to paint a picture. “Katie’s Earth, Erika’s the Moon, and your girl’s the Sun.”

Dave felt his face heat up.

“Stop leading the poor guy on,” Marty elbowed Todd, laughing. “He’s already delulu enough.”

But Dave just smiled, grabbing his sandwich. “I like ‘the Sun’... it suits her more than Blossom.” He took a bite, his mind somewhere else, occupied with one thought. “She smells really good.”

“Oh, of course. Go ahead and ask where she buys her bras too,” Todd teased.

Dave rolled his eyes before snatching a fry from Todd’s plate and tossing it at him. “Hey! You’re throwing food from your plate!”

“It’s way more fun with yours,” Todd shot back, already picking up another fry—though his mission was interrupted by the shrill sound of the bell signaling the end of lunch. The students groaned in unison as they made their way through the hallways.

Dave just smiled. The Sun had spoken to him.

The guys headed to class, with Todd and Marty sitting side by side, while Dave’s seat remained empty. He rubbed his sweaty hands on his pants as if that could wipe away the nervousness pulsing in his chest. 

The same battle was happening within you as you walked into the classroom, eyes meeting his as he waved and smiled in your direction—a grin brighter than the fluorescent lights above.

You felt something strange in your stomach, an uncomfortable sensation you couldn’t quite name. But you pushed it aside. After all, Dave was a bet, and you hated losing. Plus, things seemed to be going pretty well with the basketball guy—at least that’s what his constant stare suggested. But suddenly, Landon seemed like the last thing on your mind.

“And here we are again,” you joked as you sat beside Dave, picking a comfortable distance—not too close, like at lunch, but not too far to seem awkward.

“Yeah…” he replied, running a hand through his hair, a shy smile tugging at his lips.

“Good at math?” you asked, turning to face him. His eyes met yours—so blue they seemed like sapphires glistening under the classroom lights.

“Of course, I’m great. They used to call me Einstein in the… young geniuses club of… Einstein,” he lied without missing a beat, his nervous smile giving him away.

You laughed, clapping your hands.

“Oh, how awesome! That means you can help me. I don’t get anything the teacher’s saying.”

Dave awkwardly laughed, raising his books to his face like a shield to hide the panic that was written all over him.

Luckily, the universe seemed to be conspiring in his favor, because today’s lesson was on first-degree equations—and at least that was something he knew. He’d even helped Todd with it once. Maybe he could make it through this without looking like a complete idiot.

By the end of the class, as you gathered your things, an idea crossed your mind. The party. You’d promised your friends you’d go, and what harm was there in inviting Dave Lizewski? He’d probably never been to a party that didn’t involve themed cakes and kids running around in party hats.

As he was heading out with his friends, you tapped him on the shoulder.

“Hey, Dave. If you’re not doing anything tomorrow, wanna come to a party at Spike’s place?”

He blinked a couple of times, clearly surprised. A lot had happened in one day. First, you talked to him at lunch. Then you sat next to him in math. And now, an invitation to a party?

“Me? I… yeah, I’d love to,” he replied, a charming smile spreading across his face. A smile you wanted to see more of. You could almost picture taking a photo and putting it in the "cute things" section of your bullet journal.

“I want to too!” Todd raised his hand. You laughed, handing out an invitation to each of them.

“Thanks,” he said, his voice filled with that familiar gratitude.

“Well, it’s nothing formal. You can wear whatever you want,” you softened your tone before walking past them, giving Dave a special wave. He responded with that puppy-dog look of his.

On your way home, your mind raced. You were already thinking of ways to make Dave Lizewski fall under your spell. He was cute, fun to be around, polite, sweet… and his voice? Gorgeous. You were starting to like this bet a little too much. Next step: find an outfit that would make Dave drop to his knees and propose right there at the party. But when you opened your closet, everything seemed... wrong.

“Come on... it’s just some dumb party,” you muttered, running your hand down the row of hangers. Suddenly, all your clothes looked like rags pretending to be high fashion. Better call the girls.

Erika was in airplane mode. As usual.

Katie was your best shot. You dialed her number. “Hey, sweetie. I need an outfit. Wanna hit the mall?”

“I can’t right now, babe. Sorry,” she replied in that always-sweet tone of hers. “I’m at the nail salon, getting those nails I sent you a picture of.”

“They’re gorgeous,” you complimented, doing your best not to sound disappointed. “Guess I’ll go alone, then.”

“Send me some pics, I’ll help you decide.”

“Deal. Catch you later.”

After parking at the mall, you made your way to your favorite store—only to remember you still hadn’t gotten money from your parents. Guess it was time for fast fashion. As you walked into the store, distracted by the racks, you bumped into someone much taller than you.

You looked up. “Dave?”

“Sorry, you can go first,” he smiled, shrugging and taking a step back, giving you enough room to pass through the door and into the store.

“What are you doing here?” You crossed your arms, tilting your head, and started walking side by side with him through the endless array of clothes.

“I realized I don’t have anything to wear for the party,” he said, glancing around, clearly lost in the ocean of polyester.

“I do too,” you murmured, flipping through a rack of clothes. Then, an idea hit you. If he was gonna be your prince, he might as well be the hottest one. “Hey, wanna let me help pick out some clothes?”

His eyes lit up. “Yeah, sure. That’d be awesome.”

“I’ll pick out something perfect for you.” Taking his hand, you dragged him through the men’s section. You picked up a black hoodie.

“Way too goth,” he shot it down.

A blue shirt.

“Matches your eyes.” you beamed. He frowned. “Damn, you’re picky,” you crossed your arms.

“How about this?” He grabbed a blue and yellow flannel, a cocky grin on his face. “Matches my eyes.”

“Do you only wear clothes like a damn gardener?”

“I’m all about that rustic vibe,” he teased. You grabbed a striped shirt. “Would be great if I was going to my baby cousin’s graduation,” he joked.

You raised an eyebrow. “For someone shy, you sure got quick comebacks.”

“Blame the sitcoms my dad made me watch,”

You laughed, grabbing a handful of clothes and tossing them into his arms.“That. That. And that one too.”

His eyes went wide. “Do I really gotta try all this on?”

“Pretty hurts, baby,” you joked, pushing him toward the fitting rooms. He laughed and stepped inside.

As you waited, you absentmindedly browsed some shoes. Then, the curtain opened.

And wow.

Dave Lizewski looked like a whole new person.

The white shirt and simple jeans hugged his body in all the right places, revealing a surprisingly strong physique. The contrast between his angelic face and the well-defined body was almost unfair. You swallowed. “You…” Words didn’t come. Where the hell had Dave been hiding that body? The basketball guys didn’t even come close.

“Uh… I think I’ll change…”

“No!” You interrupted before he could turn. He froze, surprised. “Sorry, it’s just… I’m speechless. Nailed it. Stick with that.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You think you boss me around?”

“I do,” you whispered, pushing him back toward the fitting room.

“As you wish, ma’am.”

You stood there, staring at the closed curtain, imagining him inside, fumbling with hangers, maybe cussing under his breath. Damn it. He didn’t have the right to be this cute.

Your inconvenient butterflies were interrupted by the soft sound of the curtain sliding along the rail. Dave stepped out of the fitting room, back in his usual clothes, but somehow, something felt different. It wasn’t the loose shirt or the slightly worn jeans. Maybe it was the way he scratched his nose, an automatic habit when he realized he was being watched.He looked at you with a half-smile, his hands on his hips, like he knew exactly what was running through your mind. You laughed softly.

“What?”

“What?” he repeated, raising an eyebrow. “You thought I was gonna let you torture me with your fashion show and not want a little revenge?”

You rolled your eyes, dramatically crossing your arms, but you couldn’t hide how much you were loving the back-and-forth. “Fine, but I get to pick the final look.”

He paused before extending his hand. His palms were warm. You swallowed.

“Deal.”

The exchange of glances lasted half a second longer than it should have before he walked off toward the women’s section. You watched from a distance, laughing quietly as you saw him hesitate in front of the racks, furrowing his brow as if he was facing an impossible puzzle. After a few minutes—way too long for someone who claimed to know nothing about fashion—he returned, holding three dresses carefully draped over his arm.

“Is that it?” You raised an eyebrow, grabbing the clothes and sizing up the options.

“It’s tough to choose. I don’t know how you do it.”

You ran your fingers over the fabrics, feeling the softness of each one. A pink, delicate and romantic. A black one, classic, but clearly way too big for you. And then, the blue. It was almost the same shade as Dave's eyes. Almost. Still, the comparison felt unfair. His eyes were way more vibrant, like a shimmering ocean under the sun.

“You’ve got good taste, Lizewski,” your voice came out softer than you expected.

“I try.”

“You’re so cute. Stay right there ‘til I get back.” You turned and walked toward the fitting room, but you heard a murmur behind you.

“Yessir!”

Turning your head, you caught Dave doing an exaggerated bow before flopping onto the waiting couch, arms behind his head. You laughed quietly to yourself as you stepped into the fitting room. The pink dress looked nice, but the neckline was a little too daring for the occasion. The black one would’ve been perfect... if it wasn’t two sizes too big. But the blue...

It hugged your body gently, outlining your figure without being over the top. The fabric felt soft against your skin, and for some reason, wearing that color, you felt different. Special.

Taking a breath, you slowly opened the curtain, stepping out with hesitant steps. Dave was distracted, staring at the ceiling, but when he noticed you, his eyes immediately locked onto you. He blinked a few times, like he was processing what he was seeing. His throat bobbed as he swallowed.

“How do I look?” you dared to ask, your fingers nervously playing with the hem of the dress.

“You’re…” Dave opened his mouth, but no words came out. His brain screamed stunning, perfect, unreal, but all he could say was, “Great.”

Great.

The word echoed in your head, hollow and unsatisfying. Great, not beautiful. Burgers were great. Dresses were great. Nail polish was great. You forced a smile, nodding slowly.

“Oh…”

Your fingers went to your hair, twirling a lock around your finger, a nervous gesture you tried to hide.

“I... I’m gonna… wear my clothes. I’ll be right back.”

Dave opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, but then stopped. He just nodded, looking away.

“Okay.”

He cursed himself the second the curtain closed. Why didn’t he say what he really thought? Why did he let such a lame word slip when he wanted to tell you how beautiful you looked?

Inside the fitting room, you stared at your reflection in the mirror, sighing. That was the most beautiful and special dress you’d ever chosen. Even if it had only been “great” to Dave. A gift from the sweet guy who was in love with you..

He was in love with you?

No, it was too soon for either of you to be feeling anything. You changed back into your original clothes and stepped out of the fitting room, feeling your steps heavier than before. The silence between you both was strange, filled with unasked questions and answers neither of you dared to say.

As you both walked out of the store, you stopped in front of the entrance, looking down at the sidewalk. “I’m heading home,” your voice came out softer than you expected.

“Me too,” Dave replied, rubbing the back of his neck. But then, his gaze met yours again, and something in the way he said the next line made your heart skip: “Make sure you get home safe. Take care of yourself.”

“I will…” You smiled lightly, about to turn and leave, when something inside you made you stop. Your body acted before your brain caught up, and before you could stop yourself, your fingers grabbed the sleeve of his jacket. Dave stopped immediately, his eyes wide.

“Uh... I just realized I don’t have your number, so I can… let you know when I get home safely.”

His eyes lit up for a moment, surprised. He took a step closer, as if he wanted to make sure he heard you right. “My number?”

“Your number…” you confirmed, pulling out your phone. He hesitated for a second before reacting, pulling out his own phone and dictating the numbers. You typed them in quickly, saving the contact without thinking. Only when you felt his gaze on the screen of your phone did you realize what you’d done.

Dave Lizewski <3

A heart.

A freaking heart.

Your mouth dropped. What was wrong with you?

“Uh… looks cute,” you deflected, shoving your phone back in your bag and pretending you hadn’t just made the biggest romantic idiot move of the day. Dave just smiled, shaking his head.

“Well... I’ll head out now,” you said, taking a step back, feeling like if you stayed one more second, you might do something else dumb.

“Okay. Let me know when you get home,” he said, his tone firmer now.

You nodded, feeling the warmth of genuine concern in his voice. For some reason, it made you feel strangely… protected. And you loved that feeling.

You walked out of the mall with a goofy smile on your lips, walking like you were in one of those teenage romance movies. Your purse swung on your wrist with each step, and everything around you seemed light. But that comfy feeling faded instantly when a chill ran down your spine.

It was weird. Like someone was watching you. Your shoulders tensed, and you tried to shake it off, quickening your pace toward the car.

“Ugh, that’s creepy,” you murmured to yourself, your voice trembling without meaning to.

You hurried, unlocking the car with a click and practically jumping inside. You locked the door right away and let out a heavy sigh, trying to catch your breath.

This is what you get for going to the mall late in a sketchy city.

You started the engine and drove home, but the feeling wouldn’t go away. Something was off. You checked the rearview mirror at every intersection, at every dimly lit street, but saw nothing. Still, your chest felt heavy, like it was being pressed by some invisible unease. And then you remembered. That pothole at the start of your street was still being fixed.

Great.

A frustrated groan slipped out as you tapped your heels on the car floor, nervous. That meant you’d have to get out and walk the rest of the way. Taking a deep breath, you swung the door open and started walking fast.

But the farther you went, the worse the feeling of being watched got. You gripped the strap of your bag tightly, keeping a sharp eye on your surroundings. Every shadow seemed darker, every rustling leaf sounded like footsteps behind you.

And then it happened.

A strong hand covered your mouth, pulling you forcefully into a bush. Your heart raced in panic, and you tried to scream, but the palm over your lips muffled any sound. Your body froze as your eyes took in the masked face. Green suit, black mask, a lightning bolt symbol on the chest. Kick-Ass. The superhero from TV. The same one your friends were talking about, the one no one knew if he really existed or if he was just a bunch of crazy people trying to imitate. But it could very well be just a cosplay, right?

“I’m going to take my hand off your mouth, but you have to promise not to scream,” the muffled voice came through the mask.

You nodded quickly, eyes wide. The second he took his hand away, you sucked in a sharp breath and— 

“HELP, SOMEONE HELP ME, THERE’S A CRAZY MAN—”

His hand came back immediately, muffling your scream. “Quiet!” He hissed, looking around quickly. “There’s a stalker after you.” Your stomach churned. So that was it. That strange feeling, that weight on your chest. Your breathing quickened, but you forced your head to work. He didn’t seem to be lying. If he really was Kick-Ass, that meant he knew what he was doing, right? 

“I’ll distract the guy, and you stay here, okay?” he said, releasing your mouth again. You swallowed hard and nodded. He stepped out of the bush and walked to the sidewalk, and that’s when you saw him. The man standing a few feet away, leaning against a lamppost. His gaze was malicious, full of something sick. 

 “Get out of here, you green stick. There’s nothing for you here,” the man grumbled, glaring at Kick-Ass with contempt. But the masked man wasn’t intimidated. He grabbed the costume bat and took a step forward, his posture becoming firmer.

“You bastard. Go find something to do and leave her alone!” His tone of voice became deeper, more serious. For the first time, it seemed like he really belonged in the role of hero.

The stalker snorted, rolling his eyes, but then his face closed in a dark expression. Slowly, he pulled a pocketknife from his pocket and twirled it in his hand, as if to show off the silver blade under the streetlight. You felt a knot in your stomach, instinctively covering your mouth to keep from making a sound. Kick-Ass didn’t back down, holding the bat tighter. But when he tried to strike, the man was faster, kicking the weapon away.

Kick-Ass stood still for a second, looking from the bat on the ground to the blade in the guy’s hand.

“Dude, we can try to talk,” he started to ramble, backing away with uncertain steps. “Violence’s not the answer to all our questions.”

You snorted. Seriously?

Your heart was pounding, adrenaline pumping through your veins. You couldn't just watch him get beaten! Without thinking twice, you stepped out of the bushes with firm steps, your heels clicking on the asphalt.

"Hey, you idiot." The stalker turned to face you, surprised. Before he could react, you were already in front of him.

Boom.

Hot sauce straight to the eyes.

He screamed, backing away in disorientation, his hands immediately going to his face as he growled curses. “You motherfucking bitch!” he yelled, falling to his knees, writhing in pain.

“Come with me,” you said quickly, grabbing your hero’s hand—who was still a little paralyzed by the scene. You pulled him away from there, always checking over your shoulder to see if the stalker was still on the ground. Fortunately, he didn’t seem in any condition to follow you.

When you finally got home, you practically threw yourself inside, locking the door the second you stepped in, and quickly sliding a chair under the doorknob to reinforce the security. Your breathing was still erratic, and your hands were trembling slightly.

But you didn’t have time to panic. You rushed over to the windows, checking each one, locking them all before heading upstairs to your bedroom. Kick-Ass followed you, shutting the door behind him.

“Look, I’m really sorry…”

“What the hell were you thinking, kid?” You muttered through gritted teeth, yanking off your heels in frustration and throwing them across the room without caring where they landed. Your heart was still pounding from what had happened outside, and now, as the adrenaline slowly wore off, anger started to flood in. “How do you even hit a guy if you don’t even know how to use a broomstick?”

“It was a bat,” he corrected automatically, watching you carefully as he peeled off his pink jacket and tossed it onto the chair.

“Bat, broomstick, whatever. You didn’t know how to use it!” You shot back, grabbing a handful of cotton pads to remove your makeup. Your skincare routine was the only thing that could help you regain some sense of sanity after everything—despite the crazy guy in the green suit still standing in your bedroom.

“I just... I wanted to protect you!” He protested, following your movements across the room until he finally knelt beside you, by the vanity.

“Protect me? I protected you!” You raised an eyebrow, scrubbing your face with the cleansing oil harder than necessary. “And you don’t even know me! How did you even get here?”

“I do know you! We spent the whole afternoon together!” He gestured, looking almost offended by your accusation.

You huffed, wiping your face with a wet wipe before reaching for your moisturizer. “Yeah, me and Kick-Ass spent the whole afternoon together. Just like Spider-Man and Mary Jane. I’ve seen that story before.”

Dave opened his mouth to respond, but paused. His gaze shifted, and he seemed to hesitate for a moment.

“Shit… wait, I’m still wearing the mask,” he muttered to himself before finally pulling it off, revealing his face. You froze. The cotton pad stopped halfway to your face. Your eyes locked onto the guy kneeling next to you. Your jaw dropped.

“Oh my God,” you gasped, jumping back as if you’d been electrocuted. You shot up from the chair, panic creeping in. “Dave Lizewski is in my room!”

Frantically, you looked around for something—anything—to defend yourself. Your eyes landed on a hairbrush, and that was the best you could come up with.

“How the hell are you here?” You screeched, pointing the brush at him in a completely ineffective manner.

Dave simply raised his hands in surrender, his eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. “I’m Kick-Ass,” he pointed to his suit as if that explained everything. Your gaze shifted from his face to the suit and then back to his face.

Now it made sense.

You took a deep breath and lowered the brush, tossing it back onto the vanity.

“Okay,” you murmured, still trying to process everything.

It was then that a soft knock echoed on the door. Your heart raced. “Honey, is there someone with you?” Your mom’s voice came from the other side, tinged with a hint of suspicion.

“Shit,” you muttered under your breath, your eyes widening as they locked with Dave’s. He panicked. 

“Hide! Throw the blanket over yourself!” you hissed, pointing to the bed.

Without hesitation, Dave practically flung himself onto the mattress, pulling the blanket over his body and curling up into an odd, motionless mound. You took a deep breath, straightened your posture, and opened the door, holding your phone in hand, forcing a natural smile.

“Hey, mom,” you greeted, keeping your voice steady. “I was talking to Erika. We were rehearsing for tomorrow’s project.”

Your mom narrowed her eyes, giving a quick glance around the room. Your hand was sweating, but you kept the innocent expression, silently waiting.

“Just don’t stay up too late,” she warned before finally backing away.

“I won’t,” you promised, gently closing the door—and immediately locking it again. You let out a heavy breath, heart still pounding. Turning, you walked over to the bed, pulled the blanket away, revealing Dave, still curled up underneath it.

“Can I leave now?” he whispered.

You chuckled softly. “No, if you leave now, my parents will know someone’s here.”

He sighed and relaxed his shoulders, looking pensively out the window.

“Do you have any other clothes, or is it just that green thing?” you asked, crossing your arms and studying him curiously.

“I always carry extras in my backpack,” he replied automatically, but then his face went pale. His expression shifted immediately. “Where’s my backpack?”

“Shit, Dave!” You closed your eyes for a moment, massaging your temples.

It wasn’t there. You hadn’t seen it when you came in. It must’ve been left outside. He jumped to his feet, running his hands through his hair in pure anxiety. “Shit, how am I supposed to get my backpack? What if your parents see?”

“Calm down.” You took a deep breath, trying to calm both of you down. “I’ll get it.”

You carefully opened the door, peeking into the hallway. Empty. On tiptoe, you rushed as quickly as you could to the entrance of the house, grabbed his backpack before anyone noticed, and quietly returned to your room, locking the door behind you.

“I got it,” you murmured, panting. Dave sighed in relief, grabbing the backpack and opening it quickly, pulling out a few clothes. You watched him, still trying to process everything.

Kick-Ass was in your room. And he was Dave Lizewski.

What the hell was happening to your life?

“It’s fine. Now stay over there, and I’ll change. No peeking,” you warned, pointing to the other side of the room with a threatening look before heading to the wardrobe.

You quickly searched for something comfortable to wear—definitely not a lacy baby doll. The last thing you needed was to be embarrassed by a clumsy superhero. You changed in record time and, as you turned around, found Dave already in shorts. But there was one detail that caught your attention immediately. He was shirtless.

Your eyes instinctively traced the length of his back—defined, masculine, every muscle shifting as he pulled the shirt over his head. His messy curls were tousled in the process, and the fabric slid down his skin, settling perfectly at his waist, stopping just above his lower back.

Holy shit.

Dave Lizewski was trouble.

“Are you done?” he asked, not turning around, still staring fixedly at the wall.

“Just a second,” you answered, savoring the view a little longer. Your gaze moved from his broad shoulders down to his ankles, passing over his surprisingly well-toned calves. How was that even possible?

“I’m done,” he finally muttered, forcing himself to look away.

“Okay.” He spun on his heels, running his hands down his shorts in a nervous gesture. He was trying to cover his discomfort, but his restless gaze gave him away. He’d never been in a girl’s room before. Let alone one as pretty as you. It was unsettling.

“Shall we sleep?” you suggested, turning off the light and pointing to the bed.

Dave froze. Sleep? Together? In pajamas? In the same bed?

“W-what?”

“Sleep,” you repeated casually, lying down on the large bed and patting the empty space next to you.

“Oh, right. Just sleep.” He let out a nervous laugh, shaking his body as if trying to shake off the tension before lying down beside you. He pulled the blanket up, crossing his arms over his chest, staring at the ceiling as if this was the most normal thing in the world.

You settled on your side, resting your head on the pillow and watching Dave, who remained still, his gaze locked onto nothing, eyes distant and unfocused. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, finally shifting his gaze to you.

“Nothing, you just look weird,” you giggled even more, covering your mouth to stifle the laughter. Dave, inevitably, joined in with a laugh of his own.

“Shhh!” You tried to shush him, but failed miserably when another wave of giggles hit you.

“Shhh!” He mimicked, covering his mouth, which only made the situation even funnier.

It took a few moments for both of you to calm down, your breathing returning to normal. The comfortable silence that settled between you two was broken by your voice.

“Tell me something interesting.”

Dave frowned. “Out of nowhere?”

“Anything,” you insisted, scooting a little closer. “It’s a great way to get to know someone.”

He adjusted his position on the pillow, thinking for a moment. “Did you know there’s a world record for eating the most cockroaches? The number is 36.”

You scrunched your nose. “Gross!” Your body instinctively shifted, and without either of you noticing, Dave’s body moved closer to yours. “Did you know that the older violins get, the better they sound?”

“No, I didn’t. That’s pretty cool,” he replied, genuinely intrigued. “Did you know I can eat 14 hot dogs at once?”

You raised an eyebrow, skeptical. “You just made that up.”

“No, seriously,” he insisted, laughing when you playfully pushed against his chest. You felt his muscles tense under your touch. “I really eat without complaining. My record is like 17.”

“I doubt it,” you murmured, still smiling.

Dave gently took your hand and placed it on the pillow, holding it for a second longer before letting it go.

“You look way prettier this way.”

“Prettier how?” Your voice came out softer than you expected.

“Like this… natural,” he muttered, his gaze lingering on your face before his eyes met yours. “Before, you seemed... I don’t know, fake. Like you were trying to prove something. I don’t know if it was the makeup or something else... But like this, without anything, you look more beautiful.”

His words hit you like a punch. It was true. You spent so much time worrying about your image, trying to maintain a certain appearance, a reputation. But now, lying next to someone as genuine as Dave, that facade felt completely unnecessary. The guilt hit you hard, like a punch to the stomach. You had been playing a game, messing with him. With someone so kind and pure.

You forced a soft smile. “Thank you.”

He smiled back, pulling the blanket over his shoulder to snuggle in deeper. “Goodnight,” he whispered, exhaustion finally weighing him down. “Sleep well.”

“Goodnight, Dave. You too…”

But sleep didn’t come immediately. Your eyes stayed on him, admiring how peaceful his breathing was, how everything around him seemed to glow just a little bit more. Slowly, your eyelids grew heavier, and you drifted off to sleep—dreaming of that beautiful dream that was Dave Lizewski.

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I’d really just like to request your most feral Spencer Reid headcanons. SFW, NSFW, raunchy, tame - whatever. Just your like “I will fight anyone who disagrees, they are fact” type headcanons.

(Because I reread all your headcanons and love every single one)

I BEEN WAITING ON SOMEONE ASKING THIS! i've also just been meaning to make a hc post.

i was gonna split them into nsfw and sfw but they just ended up all mixed together 0-0

submissive and breedable spencer truther til i fucking die i'll get him pregnant don't play with me.

loves messy kisses like spit running down his chin, tongues down each others throat, desperately gripping at each other type of kisses.

maybe just me projecting and taking what mgg said as gospel truth but i fully believe that spencer loves a curvy woman, not even just for sexual reasons he also loves to rest his head on a nice big pair of boobs or thighs.

speaking of, boob guy! shamefully, but still a boob guy! adores groping your boobs whenever he can and would have your boob in his mouth 24/7 if he could, has literally fallen asleep with his head under your shirt and your nipple in his mouth.

munch! like the biggest munch ever, loves nothing more than coming home from a long day and burying his face between your thighs or having you ride his face.

knows full well that toys are his teammate and not his competitors and has no insecurities about you using toys on yourself or owning any.

does not care how well groomed you are, if you asked him what he preferred he'd be like??? it's literally none of my business???

needs lots of reassurance during sex, he just likes to know that he's doing good and making you feel good throughout the whole thing.

doesn't like talking about his sex life, especially with derek, no matter how hard he pressed and pries spencer wont let anything but the bare minimum out.

i imagine he's more drawn to a commanding woman, someone who will take the lead and teach him because of his inexperience and finds that he actually loves being dominated and hardly has any desire to dominate you.

really vocal! even though i've already said it like twice he just is, i can feel it in my bones, he's just such a whiny little baby and can't help but moan loudly any time you're touching him.

is completely against the idea of road head until you do it while you're on a long drive and it both changes his life and almost ends it bcs he swerved into the other lane which was luckily empty.

still gets shy when you kiss him in front even the team even years down the line.

learns to cook so he can make you breakfast whenever you're staying at his apartment.

on the same lines, lovesss morning sex, just that feeling of not wanting to get out your warm bed into the cold air, savouring the warmth in the best way possible.

had no idea what queefing was real until it happened and he was like genuinely so fascinated rather than disgusted.

i feel like spencer would own a bird for sure, not just bcs of gideon but he did help him realise how cool birds are which made him get one, probably a cockatiel or parrotlet with some silly name like dave.

all bark, no bite. likes to act a big game in front of others but the second you're alone he's begging and calling you mommy.

loves nothing more than waking up before you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before carefully and quietly getting out of bed to make you breakfast with the intention of bringing it to you but when you wake up before him and sneak up behind him to wrap your arms around his waist he can't help but melt.

very open to experimenting further down the line, anything you want to try he'll try at least once, except for blindfolds on himself, would be completely open to blindfolding you though.

loves public touching, not outright sex but he'd love when you subtly brush your hand over his crotch or take a handful of his ass in a public place.

teaches you how to knit and cries when you actually make him something like a sweater or even just a hat bcs he realises that's why you wanted to learn in the first place.

can't ride a bike.(this is definitely me projecting bcs i can't but i just feel like he can't okay)

lana enjoyer!!! especially if you are, he just wants to understand all the things you love and if you love lana so does he, he'd love to hear you ramble about your favourite songs and would take note of them and listen to them asap and tell you he loves them even if he didn't like some that much bcs he loves how happy it makes you.

wouldn't want to introduce you to his mother too soon but if you ended up meeting her by chance he'd be sweating buckets in case you didn't get along but you two just bond over your adoration for him and he's just so happy about it.

probably took a while to warm up to physical touch in the beginning bcs of his germophobia but when he finally does he regrets not doing it sooner.

washes his hands every single time before touching you sexually, not even for his benefit, he just wants to be as safe as possible with you.

loves elvis and almost proposes on the spot when you offer to dance with him to can't help falling in love, secretly sheds a few tears while you waltz around his apartment in your pyjamas.

okay i've definitely left stuff out that i've thought of but this is long asf so i'll leave it there😭

[14buddy22]

Hey if you're looking for Hotch requests, what about Hotch dealing with a crush on a non-bau sunshine reader when he's still sad after the divorce/Foyet but he's so confused by his feelings because it's been so long that he doesn't know what's going on??

Like if it's case related, maybe he thinks reader is a suspect because why else would he be so on edge around her and it's just so painfully obvious to everyone else. Idk if that makes sense but I just think Hotch being so out of touch with his emotions despite being a profiler would be funny lol

Feel free to adapt and make it your own!! Thanks!!

Thanks for your request! I hope it lives up to your expectation!

You were the best damn bartender in Quantico, Virginia. At least, that's what you thought to yourself. You made work fun. You worked in a club environment so if you wore something scandalous, flirted with the customers a bit, you were sure to bring in a hefty tip at the end of the night.

But, you loved the hustle and bustle of it. You loved the interactions, loved singing along to the bands or the good music. You loved having conversations with the locals, loved celebrating parties for kids turning 21, people getting married, or hell, people getting divorced.

Then you met who you swore is your soulmate. Something in you stilled when you were bartending. You never froze up at your job. You were good at what you do. But seeing him walk through that door, looking all handsome in a suit, he took your breath away. You watched how he interracted with the bouncer.

You watched him show his badge to your best friend. FBI. An average Joe wouldn't just waltz into your bar, you knew he was a sophisticated man.

But when he locked eyes with you, you felt like the bar had heated up 100 degrees. Making his way over to you, you were trying to calm down. What had you feeling like this?

"Hi, I'm Agent Hotchner with the Behavioral Analysis Unit for the FBI. It's my understanding from the gentleman at the front that you are the lead bartender?"

You finished making your drink for one of the locals and asked your partner to manage the bar. Luckily it was early evening and the college kids had about another hour before they started flooding in so you knew you'd be okay leaving her by herself.

"Yes, I'm Y/n Y/L/N. It's nice to meet you. How can I help you?"

You shook his hand, and you swore you both held it for longer than you both intended.

All I could think was that she was beautiful. No, no, I can't think like that. My wife, ex-wife was brutally murdered a little over a year ago. Something's different talking to her, to-Y/n. Something I haven't felt in a while but I don't know what it is.

She's a bartender. I hear she's a damn good one. Maybe that's why she's about to be the suspect in a string of murders. Men have been killed shortly after they leave this bar. Traces of posion have come back on the tox screen. Bartenders have access to the drinks and alcohol before they serve, y/n's the perfect suspect.

But she's beautiful, and I haven't seen her stop smiling at all. She has a gorgeous smile. She'd be the sunshine on the rainiest days for the men that have been murdered. Before I know it, my thoughts and feelings consumed me, I'm still holding her hand. I could feel Dave's eyes burning a hole into me.

"Have you heard about the three men murdered around town?"

"Yeah, I have. It's very unfortunate. They were great men. At least to me. They tipped well and always had friendly conversations. They also stood up for me if some men coming in here for the first time were getting a little handsy with me."

Oh how I wished I could be the one to make sure no one got handsy with her. Wait, what am I saying? She's a suspect, she doesn't know it, but she is.

"How were they killed?"

Agent Hotchner's partner spoke up to answer your question.

"They were poisoned."

Ugh, these poor men. Had to die a slow pain, they didn't deserve it. They deserved justice now.

"We just wanted to come in to see if anything unusual has happened lately."

"I've seen a lot of crime shows with my ex-boyfriends before. You're really trying to see if I did it. Which I didn't. I don't think I have the heart to kill anyone. I broke up with my last ex because he hunted and I couldn't bare the thought of killing animals."

Of course you broke up with your ex because of that. But I have a job to do and I have to investigate further. Plenty of killers have lied straight to my face before.

"We'll be in touch Ms. Y/l/n, thank you for your time."

You smiled and shook their hands one last time before you went back to working your shift. Something about Aaron caught my eye. Maybe it's the way he was blushing like a school boy. You're not sure, but he was handsome.

Just when Aaron walked into the bar, you smiled at him, offering him a drink.

"Agent Hotchner, it's good to see you again."

Your smile never waivered. Maybe you would shoot your shot with him.

I can't believe I have to do this. Arrest someone this pretty. Arrest this girl who Rossi thinks I have feelings for. What? Feelings? That's an intense word, but I have to arrest her.

"Unfortunately I'm here to place you under arrest."

I watched all the color drain from her face. I watched her smile fall so fast. But it had to be her. Rossi and the team wasn't so sure, but I have a gut feeling it's her. Of course with it being my team, they weren't going to stop me. I took her sunshine away.

"Agent Hotchner, I, I didn't do anything."

Your manager saw what was going on, he was like your work dad. He took care of you like his daughter, despite him having sons, he treated you like his princess. You heard him say say, "Y/n, I'm getting you a lawyer, do not speak. I know you didn't do this. But I'll meet you where they're taking you."

You smiled back at him, tears filling your eyes. You wanted to make everyone happy, you never wanted to hurt anyone. How are you being arrested? You didn't do anything wrong.

Your ride back in Aaron's SUV was silent. How could you think he was your soulmate? Your soulmate would never arrest you. But you were still feeling something, you couldn't explain it.

I keep looking in the rearview mirror at her. I had to trust my gut. She poisioned those men. But why do I feel so guilty arresting her. From the time we had met her, been surveillencing her, up until I placed the handcuffs on her, she had smiled. Everyone spoke highly of her. I took away her sunshine. I did that.

As you walked into an interrogation room, Aaron sat you down in the seat, then took off your hand cuffs, handcuffing one hand to the table instead.

"We'll wait for your lawyer, do you need anything?"

"No."

You couldn't even look at him. How could her. You told him you didn't do it.

As I walked out, I was greeted with Penelope. "Sir, she has nothing on her record, not even a speeding ticket. I've looked through her social media posts and everyone spoke so highly of her. Friends were making special post to thank her for being a great friend. She took care of everyone. Sir, I-I know I'm not an agent, but I just can't believe it's her."

Penelope was cut off by my phone ringing, picking it up after viewing the caller I.D.

Morgan said, "Hotch, we got the wrong girl. It's Y/n's bartending partner. I just watcher her slip something into this guy's drink. I'm bringing her in, we can cut Y/n loose. You can be happy now. Y/n's not a killer. What that gut feeling is, is your feelings that you like her Hotch. You haven't felt that since Haley. I know it's been 20 years, but trust me man. Y/n is something special, according to the track record she has. She's the opposite of a killer. She's just the type of sunshine that you and Jack need in your life."

Aaron walked in and said, "I'm sorry, there has been a huge mistake. You are free to go. It was the other bartender you worked with.

"What? There's no way. She's amazing at what she does."

Aaron shook her head and said, "One of my agents was in the bar watching the entire time, he was undercover. He watched her slip something in another man's drink."

"Oh. Well, I'm glad you got the right killer. If, if you don't mind, can one of your agents give me a ride home? I don't have my car, obviously."

You didn't know how to feel. You knew you didn't do anything, but was Agent Hotchner always going to have a doubt in his mind that you were a killer?

You got in his car, this time sitting in the front seat. A storm was coming in, you enjoyed the rain and thunder, it calmed you. You two rode in silence, when he dropped you of at your apartment, he walked you up.

When you opened your door, you turned around to thank him, instead that didn't come out.

"I told you I didn't do it, ya know?"

"I know. I know. I'm sorry. I. There's something about you, y/n. I thought you were a suspect, but you should've never been one."

As your eyes were red and filled with tears, you looked at the man who you thought was your soulmate, instead, he had ruined you. Yes, you two didn't date, yes, you didn't hook up, but there was something there.

"Well then why the hell did you do this, Aaron? Why arrest me?"

"My ex-wife passed away a year ago. I haven't had feelings for anyone in nearly 20 years. My feelings for you confused me. I didn't know what I was feeling. I didn't know what these feelings were because I've been so out of touch with them. And it took me a minute to realize that these feelings are because I didn't think you were a killer, I thought you were beautiful. I think you're beautiful. But that gut feeling was that I think. I think I've found my soulmate."

As she stepped closer to me, I watched the sunshine fill her eyes again, her smile creeping up her face. God, was she beautiful and amazing, and from her friend's testimonies who I interviewed, she was a down right amazing person. Just the absolute sunshine to be around.

You were going to kiss Aaron. You were glad he figured out his feelings. This was going to be the start of something new. You didn't know what happened to his ex, you'd find out someday. You took the chance. You placed your hands on Aaron's hips and leaned in to kiss him. You were so happy that Aaron felt the same way. How did you know this? He placed his hands on your face and kissed you back like you were the only sunshine he'd ever see again.

[eir-trixa]

WOTTG SPOILERS AFTER THE CUT

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Can you believe Rick is validating me in my Percy-is-the-most-empathic-character take? I have legal basis but boi does it feel nice to have canon confirmation.

Second that book was short af I got the gist of it all while reading for like an hour.

Third, we addressed everyone else’s trauma. Percy’s still the group therapist LMAO 😭😭😭

Fourth, my son is such a good kid yall, this is why I lose five years of my life when someone insults or when he insults himself jfc my child.

Im honestly still processing and I have to reread the ending. Did it address Percy’s issues? Im going to go with “a bit” and call it a night. I mean, I guess it did? Percy got to unload and help Gale and Hecuba. We got an insight to how he’s managing to stay up and fighting and good despite all the shit he’s put into. Honestly the fact that he saw the humanity in Gale and Hecuba, that he saw their pain and grief and thats what made them trust him, that is so good. And the way he related to them. Goodness. And it highlights again how good a person he is, how much he feels and cares. I mean, he cried cause he had to send Mrs O Leary away, I cant with this kid-

I supposed what Im left unsatisfied with is how he still perceives himself as dumb? Baby, you survived San Fran for two months as a homeless kid without memories and pursued by different monsters who cant die. Youre the furthest thing from dumb.

He cant see this of course and while it was slightly addressed(?) by Annabeth telling him to his face that she doesnt give him enough credit, that he’s pretty smart, I dont think thats enough for addressing this particular issue. There was a time in the middle that he almost snapped because he thought Annabeth probably thinks him too dumb to know what to do next. Which I understand is frustrating to him. But to be fair this book made him look at Annabeth for a solution a lot. Theres also little comments about how when he cant think of anything - which is every 60 seconds apparently according to him- he looks at Annabeth. This doesnt help the co dependent allegations LMAO. Idk, I will die on the Hill that Percy is one of the smartest people in the series, not just emotionally but also in strategy. And theres, of course, nothing wrong with looking at the genius strategist for answers. Ive mixed feelings because definitely this is more of a Percy-insecurity issue than an Annabeth-being-bossy issue. But okay. One more book, heres to hoping we get more heart to heart on that front because Im 999998% sure she doesnt mean to make him feel stupid, Percy’s just got a lot of demons to fight but this in particular they need to figure out together. Still, its obvious how much they care for each other still. If only Dave and Hana did not piss me off at the start Id probably be a little more lenient about this.

Annabeth’s fatal flaw also makes a comeback, we love to see it.

And Sally Estelle Jackson. Now we have to find out wth is Percy’s middle name cause if Sally has one odds are she gave her son too. Trust me. Im Filipino. Iykyk.

Lastly, while I will forever and ever and ever support the trio from pjotv (theyre perfect and have done nothing wrong ever) I can see Rick’s injecting their personalities into the books. Im not sure if he does this on purpose or just subconsciously LMAO. Some of Grover’s dialogue is definitely inspired by Aryan. Percy being Lanky? Walker through and through, especially with his growth spurt lmao, and Annabeth’s confidence? All Leah. I can see what Rick’s trying to do. Ive no opinion on this, just pointing it out. I do love love love the live action. Just. I can see you Rick. You aint slick.

So there. I probably would need to reread the book properly at some point.

[meraki-sunset]

This is a long letter of gratitude. Embrace my endless words of pure gratefulness.

Dear Autor of the most amazing thing I've ever read.

I was writing this letter from the moment I reached the middle of your Crow Strider AU fanfiction. There is so many things I want to say and I'm so happy that I can say it to you all here without words limit. Forgive me for exuberance, I'm squeezing out all my abilities to express what I feel in this foreign language that's not of us first language.

Let me list all the things I'm grateful for, because I'm autistic and I love listing:

1. Crow Strider

The arc of Davesprite you created is masterpiece of writing. The process of deconstructing his personality, forgiving and letting his part behind as well as embracing his new identity and new body is written so thoughtfully with such a care of details. I love how you made him so different from Dave as well as still kept his Daveness in full glory of Striderness. You made him happy and more emotional available and open, at the same time it felt so natural for him to be that way because of the proper build up you gave him. Thank you so much for creating Crow Strider and letting us read his well written arc.

2. There's a Dave for everyone

THERE'S LITERALLY DAVE FOR EVERYONE. You have no idea what struggles I went through trying to understand what person Dave ended up with in canon, and then being sad of what happened in epilogues. I wanted Dave for Karkat. I wanted Dave for Jade. I wanted them to be happy. And you did it. You made it possible. You made them all happy. I love it so much. Thank you so much for making them happy. You even gave Teresi one Dave for her. I can't believe it. It's so beautiful it's unreal.

3. More Davepeta

This part is simple, I simply love Davepeta and you gave me a lot of good Davepeta content. Thank you for that.

4. You made me like characters I didn't like

I wasn't big fan of Tavros. I got tired of Vrisca by the end of Homestuck. I didn't really see Hal as an interesting character. I honestly hated Gamzee. And Jasprosesprite squared was so annoying for me

Well, not anymore! You somehow managed to write these characters more compelling for me than Hussie did. Now I love Tavros and Hal, I mean, cat Hal? Is there anything more cute and cool at the same time?

And NGL I genuinely wanted Gamzee to die and I can't believe that now I'm not, because I just read a very good redemption arc of this clown. I also love the way you dealt with Vrisca. Heck I love all characters written by you!

5. God tier Karkat

I've dreamt of seeing a good piece of god tier Karkat. I was so curious how does it even work to be Knight of Blood, we didn't see any version of Blood god tier in canon. I'm big fan of your version, it fits the character and the aspect so well, and the execution of his arc as he is chosen to open the door... Honestly? I prefer that over canon, though it wouldnt make as much sense as in your fanfiction. It just feels like you took a much better care of Karkat than official ending of Homestuck. Don't get me wrong, I love Homestuck an it's ending, your fanfiction wouldn't exist without it. I honestly think that Hussie didn't really have as much time and space to give his characters as extended arcs as you gave them without losing the dynamic of his story. But you could. And you did. Thank you so much.

6. So many people got better, more extended arcs

Like above. You made Jas much better. You gave Nanna much better, more compelling arc than she had in canon. You made Hal and Tavros much more relatable and gave them very well character development plot, even if short. You took your time to write very needed and wanted dialogues between characters than didn't have their time to interact in canon. Like Jake and Dirk (ESPECIALLY THEM OMG). Like Erisol and Feferi. Like Jas and Rose. And I didn't even know that I needed the last one. Thank you so much.

7. You made ships that I didn't know where even possible and I like them????

Seriously, Tavros and Jane?? Erisol and Arquius??? Josh and Dirk??? I love how your brain works

8. You absolutely nailed the delicate topic of transgender

I used to not be a big fan of June, because there were no realistic signs of John having any kind of thoughts or doubts about his gender in canon. You made a very much needed and really great thoughtfully written arc from June and Josh, even caring about the topic of transition and executing it really great. Thank you so much for yet again being so good at writing arcs.

9. Eridan and Sollux

I love them both and their weird toxic rivalty, and I absolutely love that you gave them some attention and let Eridan grow and try to redeem himself while also helping Sollux with hii2 p2iioniic problem2. I download almost every single frame of it.

10. YOUR ARTSTYLE

You're artstyle. I don't know where to begin with that. It's so amazing. Expressive, dynamic, cute, beautiful, colorful. I love every line of your comics. Your style is the way I always wanted to draw. It's just perfect. And also perfect for Homestuck fanfiction. It's just so similar, yet gives it a bit of softness as well as the kind of expressiveness I love, that makes every single shot more appealing. Warm scene are so warm, sad scene are so sad, dynamic scenes are so epic, it's like so delicious. Yes, I just ran out of words. Let me grab a dictionary...

Your style is outstanding. It gives me this feeling of familiarity, it's similar of Homestuck style, yet so different, its fresh and new while also feels like home.

I wish you have a printed version of your fanfiction (but I probably can't afford it sadly). There is something so soothing in this simple colors, it's not too loud, not too many colors, yet so many and smooth colorful lines. I will learn to draw like you, I'm sorry for adapting your style, but I really want to draw like that and you even posted some tutorials how to draw like you.

Thank you so so much that you put so much time and effort into making this wonderful comic and then share with all of us completely for free. You drew so many expressive pages, sometimes even 10 pages per static dialogue, which means you officially outbested the master of overdoing Andrew Hussie himself, that did maximum of 3 pages per 1 static dialogue scene. I noticed you slowed down a bit at the end and drew much more simplified panels as well as you started using same panels many times. Good. It's okay to go the easier way. No one wants you to overwork yourself and burnout. No one wants you to have trauma with drawing and not wanting to draw comic ever again. It's extremely generous of you that you posted for absolutely free such a wonderful and huge piece of art. I'm endlessly grateful.

11. The plot

I love how you started from one simple idea of giving Crow more arc, and then gradually extended it into a whole huge fixfiction. It went so smoothly it looked like really one different decision of one person can change the whole timeline. It went so naturally, it felt so realistic as if I read something that Andrew Hussie wrote as a coexisting canon.

I have to admit, the whole idea of not doomed and not canon timeline is pretty ridiculous, and I love every bit of it. Paradoxally, it sounds so much like something that could actually exist in Homestuck canon. I love it

A few little things I didn't like that much

I wouldnt be myself if I didn't comment on some stuff that wasn't perfect. I'll be bery brief with that, because these things didn't really bothered me that much, I just want to share a little bit of criticism I have.

I hope it won't sound rude when I say that I didn't really felt like you understand the character of Nepeta very well? She didn't felt that like Nepeta in your fanfiction, at least for me. I felt like some stuff were explained a bit too many times. I know that characters needed that, yet we as viewers already know some stuff and didn't need to read it again. Also, I really missed the type styles of characters. I know how hard it is to keep it through entire fanfiction, especially writing some of the characters with quite complicated type style. I just missed it a bit. On the other hand it made a few characters much more comprehensive.

I hope I didn't hurt you with this few words of critics. Now I want to share a few of my favorite pages, I hope you don't mind if I end this letter with fangirling over your drawings. I actually wanted to do a lot of comments during reading your fanfiction, but the website didn't let comments. Sadly. That's why I'm writing here. And now is time I will do what I wanted to do back then:

This scene, my fav scene in Homestuck, got so extended in your fanfiction, I felt so gifted and it wasn't even my birthday

I cried.

This. Made me laugh so hard. And it's even funnier without context.

I just reached photos limit. Sadly. I'm so grateful for your comic. I love it so much. Thank you again for making it. You're a wonderful person

Hey there! Thank you so much for the letter, and for taking your time translating it to English for me to understand. Since it’s in a list format, I guess I’ll answer as list as well! So:

Crow strider

It was challenging writing Crow because I needed to basically write Dave but with a twist in his personality due to living with the Harley-Egberts and their grandma, in a very cozy and caring environment.

Honestly I don’t think I managed to portray enough Daveness, his personality is very particular and difficult for me to replicate, but I did the best I could and my friend and editor will help me reach the right amount of striderness in the epilogue

2. A Dave for everyone

Indeed, there’s Dave for everyone. The homestuck epilogues made me realize how lonely Jade ended up, and I always loved Davesprite and jade, but with one being human and the other one a Sprite the relationship was bound to fail, and even tho I wasn’t fond of JadexDavepeta, still i would’ve prefered it to jade being all alone and Davepeta dying fighting Lord English. So now, not only Jade has Crow, and they’re happy, but the Karezi – davekat – daverezi mess all got fused into one, because I love them and their trip was a Little different from in canon. And also Davepeta is around, I don’t think they’ll end up with anyone, but they’ll vibe on EarthC.

3. More Davepeta

They’re alive, and I like showing the craziness that comes from them knowing all timelines but being above them and detached from them. 

4. The characters you didn’t use like

I like exploding underused characters. Because with them, you’ve only seen the Surface, but at the same time you have info about them that can be used to make them more profound. If Tavros got revived, why isn’t he mad at Vriska? What was he doing those 3 years in the bubbles? If Jasprose is a seer and has knowledge of all timelines due to being ultimate self, doesn’t that make her the ultimate clairvoyant? Doesn’t that mean she’s the key to winning? Does she miss the mother like rose does? If there’a already an Arquius, why make another? Why not have just Hal as a Sprite and have him figure out what being alive is actually like?. You get the Surface of the characters and knowing what you know about them, you dig deeper, until you find their humanity and write about it.

5. Godtier Karkat

I love Karkat on Homestuck, but I feel like the character lost weight towards the end of the story, he stopped being the leader and while everyone went and fought someone important like the Condesce, the jacks, the dogjack, or Lord English, he was just somewhere else doing whatever. I wanted to give him his hero moment that closes his development.

As for the door, I feel like in canon john was the right choice to open the door, he’s the hero and the leader, not to mention it’s a human session, it makes total sense and I wouldn’t change it

Every story has things that don’t get to be explored, because that would make them too long and cut the flow, making it unreadable. That why we love fan fictions and AUs so much, they take the pieces and reassemble them into something new, filling the empty spaces.

What makes the events on AUs fun is that they didn’t happen in canon. So if John opened the door in canon, and it was right, then Karkat can open this one, and it can be right on this specific timeline. He gets closure from the door he never got to open, and takes back his role as a leader, even if it’s just for a moment, since the battle is over by now. He’s the leader once again, but this time he understands the weight of it in a way he couldn’t grasp when he was 13, claimed he was in charge and let everyone down. He now understands it’s not just something you ask for, it’s something you earn, he’s now the Knight of blood, god of bonds, he took down the Condesce in the name of his species, and will open the door for his peers to enter the new universe they created together where they’ll create a free society, he became what the signless predicted, his rightful successor. His arc is completed.

6. Extended arcs

Jas was planned since the beginning to close crow’s arc about his rose and his regrets about leaving her behind. It’s only when he’s made peace with losing her, has left his old self behind and is ready to face the battle and his future, that he gets his reward. He gets her back, in the strangest way

With Nanna, i just though nobody ever focused that there was an actual adult around during the whole adventure, Nanna would’ve spent a lot of time around john and jade, them being each others remaining family. So I tried to give her the role of a guardian, breaking a Little with this “orphaned children on their own” that all characters have.

Honestly I tried to make it as interesting as I could, sometimes I would take characters that didn’t have any screen time and think, what can they do? What’s in their mind at this moment that they could tackle in conversation? And with whom? Who else needs screen time?. And that’s how you get, Jake and Tavros bonding, Nepeta, Fefeta, Davepeta and Feferi ship-chat, Arquius telling Terezi and Karkat about Erisol, Hal comforting Eridan, ect.

It’s actually a really cool writing exercise I do sometimes. I grab two characters that have nothing in common, and write a conversation between them. What’s the common ground? Are their stories alike in some way? Do they have a common hobby or worry? It’s really cool because you find stuff about the characters you never paid attention to before

7. Unlikely ships

Tavros and Jane came from me wanting Tavros to be more assertive. In canon Vriska instructed him to not interact with the Alpha kids during those 6 months, but since this Tavros doesn’t listen to her because he took self-esteem lessons from Rufioh, I felt like he probably spent that time actually being a guide to Jane and then becoming Friends while solving puzzles, Jane being a fan of mysteries and Tavros probably missing his flarp days. Also theres a funny thing about Tavros and Jane, and it’s Tavros is supposed to represent Peter pan, while Vriska is supposed to represent both Tinkerbell (she dressed up like a fairy for him and later became an actual fairy) being attracted to him but being short fused when rejected, and also represent Captain Hook, Peter pan’s enemy (with her flarp persona and her ancestor being a pirate), but she’s not Wendy in any way, and I feel like Jane is, she’s the homeschooled girl, with blue eyes who looked through her window waiting to be free because her father wouldn’t let her out (also Wendy’s brother was named john who used big glasses). She’s a normal girl coming in contact with this fairy boy from a world of only children. Idk, makes sense to me. (besides, Wendy darling’s daughter, who Peter pan later takes on adventures too was named Jane, who also has blue eyes)

Erisol and Arquius was a crack ship that suddenly made sense, because it’s one-sided, and I feel like arquius is a caring person, he just has a difficult time socializing like a normal person. He’s just really happy to be a sprite and is pissed by Erisol’s insistence on wanting to explode.

Also, Arquius promising Fefeta that he wouldn’t break Erisol’s neck unless he had a good reason ( he kinda wanted to) and eventually having to break his neck for the good reason of god tiering him (he now doesn't want to and feels bad about it) was something I planned for months

Josh and dirk, i think it’s funny. Dirk wouldn’t have dated jade because she’s a girl, but Josh is a boy so it’s good, AND, he’s like a more direct, version of Jake who takes no bullshit.

8. The topic of transgender

Originally the second spaceship post retcon was supposed to arrive empty, or with only Davesprite, but I saw an opportunity to solve a division in the audience. Some people were interested in John remaining as he was, while others wanted to see June. Since John never showed any doubts about his gender in canon, it wasn’t in my original plans for June to make an appearance during CSAU, because the comic only covered the same period of time as canon. But when it came time to write the retcon I realized I had an opportunity to make them both coexist, making a shift in the timeline, but said shift being there both since the beginning and for the purpose of surviving the recon. Making June and Josh a reality since the beginning, so the timeline would survive the consequences of the two Egberts crossing paths post retcon.

It’s nice to hear you liked it, I know not everyone did. I tried to be respectful but at the same time be true to the nonsensical nature of canon Homestuck that makes timelines twist and change to the story’s convenience, making the events real but chaotic. Also since i knew John’s dad wasn’t coming back and Jane’s dad wouldn’t make it, June would be the last remaining conection to John’s old home and so John would be June's, relying on eachother for comfort when it comes to the loss of their father and home.

9. Eridan and Sollux

I want to cover Eridan’s redemption in the epilogue, since all we know is he grew as a person during his time in the bubbles, leading to his change of heart interacting with Sollux and Kanaya

10. Art style

Thank you! I like to give the characters a full range of emotions and for the surroundings to accompany that

No need to be sorry for learning through my art, in the end my style, like everyone else’s, is bits and pieces from other artists we’ve seen, admired and/or learned from. Just make sure to add your personal touch to make your artstyle trully yours

It’s true that by the end I reused more static panels for dialogue, both because there was a lot for the characters to say, not that much action left, and my battery was running low haha

11. The plot

I tried my best for the story to be a big butterfly effect steaming from crow’s decision to ascend, working towards the most possible outcomes like Crow getting grimdarked by the Condesce too, the sprites surviving because of Nanna and so on

I wanted this timeline to coexist with canon because I don’t like the idea of overwriting it, canon happened and was important, CSAU just happened to be taking place close by

12. Things you didn’t like

I do in fact not understand the character of Nepeta very well, I reread Homestuck in order to get the original troll's personality better, but Nepeta is a character I don’t get. On top of that, she doesn’t appear much in CSAU so didn’t have much time to develop her.

I do struggle with over explaining, I think is stems from not wanting the reader to be confused (it has happened on discord that people come and ask me what was going on in the story when i thought I had written it in a way people could understand with no problems), which leads to me explaining everything too bluntly sometimes, so the characters sometimes ramble TOO much, and I wish I could go back and reduce the dialogs, but that would involve going back to the page’s codes to delete certain pages and replace others, and also changing the programming for the page’s backgrounds, not to mention my computer crashes when I try to modify pages too far back, since they’re 4000 of them. It’s one of those things I can only learn from and try to do better in the next project

The character’s typing was a core part of Homestuck because it was mostly portrayed as blocks of texts and the quirks made it easy to know who was talking even with people having the same typing color. The reason I didn’t use them it’s simply because I could barely write good enough in English, let alone add quirks. My friend offered me to add the quirks at some point when we were revising the dialogs, but I declined because some people found it easier to read without them and I didn’t want to add another step to the render of the pages.

13. Favorite pages

I also cried with that Gamzee panel, I planned it for months and i waited a long time to draw those last panels, I’m glad they made people laugh

Haha, also yeah, the Strider reunion got really extended with so many extra striders. Davepeta, Crow and Hal making the reunion complete

Thank you for this message! i'll do my best to write a good epilogue (which by now is actually a secuel) and i hope you have a great day🌻🌻🌻

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I hate how reggie was so easily left out the hook. His last escene is him peacefully accepting death along with his wife, as they watch together the destruction around them and he calmly accepts he was wrong, and that's it. He dies after living many happy years with his wife in a big nice house and being filthy rich. He got to have his love interest the whole damn season even if the show didn't make much emphasis on jt. And sure, Abigail had her issues with Reggie, but Reggie didn't know this so we can assume he thought he was having a perfect marriage. He lived HAPPILY in this universe, no struggle at all, no difficulties at all, with his love interest, and calmly accepted death by her side.

How could he have a better ending than the Brellies?

Five and Diego died hating each other.

Diego died after just finding out he had been cheated on by his wife with his 18-yo-looking brother that's actually a fucking senior citizen. He had just had to say goodbye to his children forever.

Luther had to die never having found his wife, being stuck as a mediocre stripper, with his body disfigured, and being the butt of the joke the whole season. He never got the family he evidently wanted to have with Sloane.

Klaus died a drug addict after bekng sober for so long. He was trafficked as SAed, buried alive, and all for a plot that had basically no impact on the main story. He never got to see Dave again.

Ben died a monster, even though we knew that Ben, at least Og timeline Ben, felt like a monster because of his powers and always hated using them. He died having separated from the Brellies, and being a crypto criminal for some fucking reason.

Five died never achiving his only goal of stopping the apocalypse, hating Diego, (who btw was the ONE sinling he shook and tried to wake up when he found his body in S1), and heartbroken. He never got to save his family.

Lila died with unresolved issues with Diego and Five, torn between the two, away from her children.

Allison never got to be happy with her whole family and died with a stranded career and away from her child that she missed for 3 whole seasons.

Viktor died with commitment issues, never having seen Sissy again, still pretty away from his siblings.

And they all died thinking that they were a mistake and everything would be better without them. They all died with so much tension still. They all died full of sadness and missing people.

EXCEPT REGINALD FUCKING HARGREEVES. The man who, oh, you know, MESSED THE BRELLIES UP?

And sure, it's not HIM, really, but the fact that he admits throughout the season that he would have done the same things don't help at all.

I hate it so much. Why should he have the best ending? Why...?