summary: you and dave grow closer and you both share stories and secrets. one faithful night, when heâs got nowhere else to go, he reveals his biggest one.
word count: 1.7K
warnings: mentions of blood and injuries
⥠LANDING PAGE âĄ
notes:Â this is probably the final one in this series, but Iâll definitely be writing some blurbs and whatnot using the popular!reader. any requests or things you want to see between these two, or just dave, are welcome in my asks!! thank you for the sweet comments and reblogs, they mean the world to me, hope you enjoy!! <3
Meeting Dave at your house had now become a weekly occurrence.
Every Saturday heâd stop by for a âtutoring sessionâ, backpack filled with new comics and sometimes collectibles, usually bought with the money you gave him for his time. Youâd started enjoying your time together so much that you started bailing on party plans or shopping trips, raising some suspicions from your friends as to what you were up to. You simply said you were focusing more on school to finish the year off properly. Which would be a decent excuse if your grades were actually improving, which they werenât exactly.Â
Your Saturdays were usually spent on the carpeted floor of your room, pages spread as excited voices filled the space, talking about your favorite arcs and discussing who the best supervillain really was.Â
You had easily become one of Daveâs favorite people to spend time with outside of his vigilante duties, and the feeling was mutual. A crush had started brewing between you two, but neither of you wanted to admit to it. Not just because your worlds outside the safe space of your bedroom were so vastly different, but because you didnât want to ruin this perfectly good thing you had going on with each other. Even if it meant suppressing the urge to ask him to stay the night, or him pushing away thoughts of kissing you before heâd leave, it was for the best.
Dave had grown so fond of you, youâd shared so much about yourself. Youâd opened up about your insecurities, about how competitive cheerleading had affected your mental health, how you hated how your father was away so much for work, how you felt trapped by your reputation... All these things you could never talk about before, they were safe with him.
Thatâs why Dave felt so ridden with guilt any time you would share things like that with him. Because he was essentially just... Lying to you. You had no idea he was Kickass, at least thatâs what he hoped, and the thought of you resenting him for it was eating away at him. If you knew what he was doing when you werenât there, if you found out about this entire other persona, there was no way youâd still want to spend time with him. At best, youâd turn him in to the police, and heâd never see you again.
But something inside his head, something really stupid and naĂŻve was telling him youâd accept him.
That really stupid part was also in love with you.
Daveâs text messages had been less frequent lately, further adding to your worries about what heâd been up to. Heâd cancelled multiple times in the past few weeks, something heâd never done before, and when you asked what he was doing he got so nervous. Heâd usually just give some strange excuse or said his dad needed him to be home with all the crime thatâs been going on. But that wouldnât explain the bruises youâd notice on his arms when he took his jacket off, which heâd quickly try to cover by pulling down his sleeves. Youâd asked your brother if him or any of his friends had been messing with him, threatening to light his jerseys on fire if he lied about it.
âThe fuck would I know about what your boyfriendâs been up to?â He spat, upset that you were bothering him with this at all.
âHeâs not my boyfriend, shithead!â You yelled, throwing a pillow at his head.
But damn, did you wish he was.
You sat in your room, flipping through the pages of the collectorâs edition Spider-man comic Dave had gifted you months ago. Your fingers traced across the lines of the damaged paper, wondering if he really bought it like this or some asshole at school did this to it. For someone so secretly strong he sure let a lot of people fuck with him.
You thought back at all your years in high school where you deliberately ignored him or even allowed your friends to make fun of him. You wished you could turn back time and give him a chance earlier on, maybe be able to spend more time with him now that he seemed too busy for you now.Â
Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock against your window. You didnât respond at first, thinking you imagined it, but when the sound returned a bit louder you got up. You squinted, finding it a bit hard to see who or what was outside your window when it was so dark outside. You approached and realized it was Dave, looking a bit panicked. You didnât even think much about it, sliding your window up so you could talk to him. âDave! Where the fuck have you--âÂ
âCan I please come in?â He interrupted, his breath ragged, looking like a mess. It was only now you noticed the bruises and the cut across his cheek. You nodded, moving aside so he could come in. He struggled, limping a little, and you turned back around to close the window, hearing him take off his jacket and drop his bag.
âWhat the hell were you even--â Your own sentence was cut short when you were met with a sight you had not expected. Your eyes widened and your expression changed into one of shock and worry.
There he was, full Kickass attire, no mask.Â
And everything clicked.
The random bruises, the comic book obsession, his secret strength, his sudden disappearances...
A heavy silence filled the room, the only sounds present his rough breathing as he put a hand against your bedpost to keep standing.Â
âIs... Is this why youâve been so busy?â Your voice sounded hurt, betrayed even. âYouâve been fighting people?â
Dave struggled to get any words out. Heâd hoped heâd never have to do this, but he had nowhere else to go, and you deserved to know the truth. He looked to the side in shame, sighing. âIâve... Been meaning to tell you. For a while now, I promise, I just... It all escalated so much, I never meant for it to become such a big lie.â
You looked at each other, and Daveâs heart literally ached at the sight of your teary eyes. Or maybe it was the cracked rib that was doing that, who knows honestly.
âSit down.â You said, pointing at your bed.
âW-What? I donât--â
âSit. Down.â Your voice demanded, eyes meeting his with a look heâd never experienced from anyone before, not even when he was getting his life threatened by criminals.
He gently sat down on your bed, groaning slightly at the movement straining his injuries. You silently walked to your bathroom and took out the first aid kit from below the sink. You sat down next to him on the bed as Dave kept his head down in shame. He was certain heâd cry if he saw the expression on your face right now.Â
âTake it off. The top part.â
He didnât say anything, reaching behind him and unzipping the back, peeling the layer of clothing off his body and revealing a wide array of injuries. Normally youâd be excited to see him shirtless, his toned body surprising you, but right now all you felt was hurt. You put some rubbing alcohol on a cotton pad and gently patted the cut on his shoulder. Despite your anger, your grip on his arm was soft.Â
He winced slightly at the burning feeling, looking at you and seeing a few tears roll down your cheeks. âHey, Iâm... Iâm really sorry.â He spoke softly as you prepared a bandage. He said your name so gently, so sweetly, that you almost wanted to kiss him, if you werenât so upset. âEverything got so real, and I met other vigilantes, other people like me... It started taking up so much time, I felt bad, and I couldnât just abandon it, so...â
âSo you abandoned me instead?â You finally looked up to face him. You were still holding his arm, and even like this, crying and upset, he thought you looked so beautiful.
âI...â He felt his own eyes start watering. âI would never abandon you...â His hand reached out to rest over your back. âNo matter what, I swear, I would never give up what we have...â He gently pulled you in, hugging you so softly, a bit hesitant.
You leaned in closer, head against his bare chest as you started calming down. He didnât hate you, he didnât leave, he was there, right there. You closed your eyes, listening to his heartbeat as he reached down to rest his face against the top of your head, the gentle scent of your shampoo calming him as well. You stayed just like that for a few minutes, holding each other. Nothing else in the world mattered, everything you wanted was right there in the room with you.
You gently pulled back, and Dave was certain heâd be met with either a slap or a finger pointing to the window to get out.
Both of those guesses were wrong.
You leaned in, lips meeting his in the softest, gentlest most loving kiss either of you had ever experienced. No lust, no intentions other than to just feel closer to him. Your mouth opened slightly and Dave leaned in more, a hand reaching out to rest on your cheek as yours sneaked into his brown curls. A warmth had spread through your body, mind running blank, until you gently pulled away.
âIâve been wanting to do that for so long.â You whispered against his lips.
âYeah...â He whispered back. âMe too...â The both of you leaned back in, passion growing as your breathing became heavier and the kiss became more intense. His arms snaked around your waist and you moved onto his lap, straddling him. He didnât care if it hurt, all he wanted was to be even closer to you, to never let you go.Â
You pulled away and looked into his eyes, before a soft smile appeared on your face. âYou know Iâd never hate you, Dave...â You reach out to gently touch his cheek, and he melts into your hand, tilting his head slightly to lean into it.
âI really thought you would...â He smiled. That adorable, nerdy, slightly nervous smile that youâd grown to love.
âOf course not...â You grin. âIn fact...â You leaned in closer to his ear. âI always thought Kickass was kinda hot...â
Heat rises to his face, and his grip on your waist strengthens just a bit at your lustful tone.Â
He gained another ally that night. His most valuable one, for sure.
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Hi hope your doing great today :) maybe a dave lizewski x reader period comfort fic? got mine this week and it sucks and i need one with my best nerd <33
omg so sorry i just saw this now anon, but yes of course!
cramps&cuddles â dave lizewski
pairing: boyfriend!dave lizewski x fem!reader
words: 0.6K (I wish I could make this longer, but I've run out of other ideasâŠ)
fluff, comfort :) not proofread
You and Dave decided to have a sleepover after school since your parents are going on vacation for a day, but your period just had to start at the worst time. When Dave arrives at your house and sees you, who seems to be (physically dying) on your bed, he immediately knows something is wrong.
During the past week heâs been too busy being 'Kickass'; this has been one of the first times in a while that youâve seen each other, so seeing this sight brings a sudden rush of guilt inside of him. âhey, hey, baby, are you okay?â Dave asks, dropping his school bag with panic, approaching the bed to check your forehead with the back of his hand. âughhrdhrdhhrfh, no I think Iâm dying- oh goshâ you groan while hugging your lower abdomen. âohmygodohmygodohmygod donât worry, Iâm hereâwhat do you need? Iâwhat's happening? Your forehead isnât so hot??? What could be the reasoâ" While Dave was squirming around your room in hopes of finding something to help with your suffering, you cut him off saying, âDave, donât stress out, itâs just that time of the month.â
Despite Dave being the huge nerd he isâ/that time of the month/ is the only thing he hasnât researched about. His mom passed away while he was young, so with the amount of knowledge he knows about women⊠You can tell he was internally panicking. You turn to look away, then when you glance backâPOOF, he magically disappears. Heâs SPEEDING to the nearest store while on his phone, waht do wpmen need for thst time odf monsht typed while bursting into the store. When safari finally loads, he buys the listed items:
Pads
Tampons
A compress
Your favorite snacks
âwait⊠pads with wings or without? you know what, Iâll just buy everything.â Is his mindset, while also not thinking of his safety right now, because how did bro almost get RUN OVER 4 times in a row? Despite his survival of multiple possible car crashes, he also goes to the nearest market to buy oranges because, according to a website, they help with cramps⊠or something? At this point, he doesnât know if any of the items he has bought will help with anything, but heâs just praying you arenât dead yet by the time he gets back to your house.
Itâs been roughly about 5-6 minutes, and he SWINGS YOUR DOOR OPEN with an almost burnt meal he made inside your kitchen with any ingredients he could find, hot chocolate, and a bowl of already peeled oranges. (a/n: I know that food combination sounds disgusting, but Iâve had all of that at once in one seating during my period, and it tasted amazing, so what can I say?) "here, hun. I donât know if any of these help, but how are you feeling so far?â He gently places the set of food on your bedside table while also settling the hot compress on top of your stomach. He goes to cuddle beside you, caressing your back while handing you paper bags full of all the snacks you love.
âI think Iâm feeling a lot better now, thank you so much for this...â you say, getting comfortable in his embrace, kissing your forehead from time to time. He looks straight into your eyes, so deep, whispering apologetically, âIâm so sorry I wasnât able to spend this past week with you. I promise to make it up to you," nuzzling his face into your neck, which makes you feel warm, like your cramps have suddenly disappeared. âIt's okay. please donât worry too much about it, okay? plus, youâve already made it up to me. thank you for being here, I mean it.â You both start laughing at the sight of how many plastic bags he brought. All full of at least 15 different versions of pads and tampons. You both hold each other peacefully while you both feel the breeze from your open window.Â
hey! could I get some hcâs for the series of Dave and the popular girl? swf and nsfw if possible. TYSM!!!đ
omg yes absolutely! so glad you asked, I really love writing for these two <333 donât know if you wanted nsfw headcanons too but i kept it to just sfw ones for now, hope you enjoy!
would love to hear you guysâ thoughts and headcanons about these two as well :3
âso? whatever.â dave lizewski x popular!fem!reader: landing page.
⥠even though your family is way wealthier than dave's, he still buys you gifts. flowers, your favourite snacks, those earrings you were gushing to him about. yes, you could easily buy them for yourself, but that doesn't matter to him.
⥠you make up for it to him by buying him expensive, rare, limited edition comic books.
⥠one time he cried because of how happy he was when you got him a special spiderman comic. you happily sat on his lap while he explained his favourite parts about it after.
⥠you know that meme thatâs like âhe asked for no pickles on his hamburgerâ? yeah. thatâs you two. he may be tall, muscly and your cityâs most popular vigilante, but heâs also dave. and dave is still getting used to sticking up for himself.
⥠it doesnât make it any better that your brothers friends still mess with him sometimes. so, youâve had to set the record straight to them a few times. cussing them out, threatening to beat their asses, or just pulling in your boyfriend for a deep kiss to really drive the point home.
⥠dave does the same thing when todd or marty make a comment about you being a bimbo, or a mean girl, neither of which are true. and he makes sure to remind them that the only reason theyâre not getting shoved into lockers anymore is also because of you.
⥠surprisingly, your dad has taken a serious liking to your boyfriend too. he was skeptical of him at first, thinking he was some pervert trying to get into his daughterâs pants, but he sees that not only is dave is smart, he really, really loves you.
⥠and either way, he could never deny his little girl of anything. even if it is loving the biggest dork heâs ever seen.
⥠when you go shopping, he always carries your bags. all of them. not like itâs hard for him, with those beefy arms.
⥠he also loves it when you give him a little fashion show showing everything that you bought. then again, heâd think youâre beautiful even if you were wearing a trash bag.
⥠he always loves to watch you get ready. you think heâs not paying attention, reading a comic or scrolling on his phone, but heâs watching your reflection in your vanity mirror out of the corner of his eye. smiling at the way you look so concentrated when doing your eyeliner, or how cute the pout of your lips is when you apply your lipgloss.
⥠WILL sing along with whatever pop song you put on. taylor swift, ariana grande, olivia rodrigo, heâs humming along at first and suddenly you realise. he knows all the words. and heâs just fully singing along with you because he knows you love those songs.
⥠dave is not much of a gossiper himself, but he will always hear you out when you have some juicy tea to spill. like no way, jessica really said that? god, she would have the nerve, no wonder her boyfriend cheated on herâ you giggle, itâs a funny sight, seeing your nerdy sweet boyfriend get so into the drama of it all.
⥠heâs really happy and really grateful that in the end, heâs never a secret for you. youâre very happy to have him as your boyfriend, and youâre not afraid to let the world know. anyone who has a problem with that would have to deal with your sharp tongue and biting remarks.
summary: dave has been overdoing the kickass activities, and youâre worried every other night could be his last. he tries to comfort you and tell you heâll be okay. youâre not sure you believe him.
word count: 1.1K
tags: established relationship, mentions of injuries, dave being a sweetheart and loving his gf more than anything ofc, college au, regular font below!
âYouâre such an idiot, Dave.â
âI know. Iâm sorry.â
You sigh deeply. This is the third time in two weeks heâs come to your dorm window, badly hurt, asking for help.
And of course you help him. Heâs your boyfriend, yes, but sometimes you get so upset at him always getting hurt that you want him to just learn a lesson already.
But he never does. So you keep helping him.
You love him. Like a painful amount, almost. Youâd been together since high school, back when you found out about his vigilante persona. Now youâre in college together, and though you support his activities and what he stands for, youâre scared it could all go very south very quickly. It seems like any time he goes out to fight these days could be his last.
He winces when you clean the cut on his cheek with some antiseptic. Normally, youâd apologise, saying you just want to help. But youâre quiet. You feel troubled, and Dave can tell.
He feels more conflicted than ever. Heâs feeling like he has to choose; between his principles, what he stands for, and the love of his life, his favourite girl. And thatâs just something he canât do.
Because he know heâll choose you. And heâll spend the rest of his life feeling regretful over the people he didnât save.
âYouâre mad, right?â
âNo shit.â
âRight.â He pauses for a second. âSorry.â
âJustââ you hold out your hands and sigh deeply. âStop apologising.â
âBut,â he sits up straighter suddenly, âalright.â He bites back the urge to say sorry again.
Now you feel bad for being mad. Because you decided to keep being his girlfriend, even though you knew about his endeavours. You knew of the risks, of everything he stood for, and you accepted it. Because you love him. So, so much. You even took on being his personal nurse, treating his injuries whenever he needed it. But lately itâs been too much for your poor heart to handle.
Itâs one thing to know your boyfriend is out there fighting dangerous criminals at night.
Itâs another to see him in the aftermath of it, on the brink of consciousness at your window.
âYou know I wouldnât ask you to stop.â Your words make him look back up, searching for your eyes even though youâre avoiding his gaze. His heart aches for it, the way you look at him. But he can tell by how shaky your voice is that youâre already on the brink of crying.
âI know.â He responds. Heâs quiet, he doesnât want to make you feel like you have to say anything.
âItâs justâ Dave, this is⊠This is a lot. Youâve been overdoing it.â You finally look up, and though heâs happy to see your pretty face, his heart breaks at the sight of your teary eyes. Of course heâs seen you cry before, hell, pretty much every time you watch a movie together you cry. But now itâs because of him. And he doesnât know what to do this time.
âItâs justâ crimeâs been ramping up lately, baby. And someone has to do something about it.â He knows what youâre about to say. That itâs not his responsibility, at least not alone. That he shouldnât feel like itâs his sole duty to keep people safe. And you know that he knows youâre going to say that. So you keep quiet.
âBut why does it have to be you?â Your voice sounds shaky, like itâs going to break if you talk too loud.
âBecause, if not me, then who else? I mean seriously, I canât just have you out there in a world this dangerous. What if something happens to you?â
âHow do you think I feel? What if something happens to you, Dave? Then what? What if I lose the person closest to me because heâs too stubborn to take a break?â
He doesnât know how to reply to that. Because he knows youâre right. Youâve been in the right from the start, his sense of purpose is just too connected to his persona. To Kickass.
âIâm sorry,â he reaches out for your hands, and you donât pull away this time. Theyâre rough, calloused, but youâve grown so accustomed to them. Theyâre warm, big, familiar. Theyâre Dave.
To his surprise, you lean into him, your head resting against his chest. Hesitantly, he wraps his arms around you, his hand running up and down your spine in an attempt to soothe you. Youâre tired too. Not only are you basically his personal nurse, but youâre also a full time college student. Dave is too. And heâd be failing if it wasnât for you taking extra notes for him.
âI donât know how much more Kickass my heart can take right nowâŠâ
âI get that. Ill, uhm⊠Iâll take a break. I promise.â
âAre you sure?â You look up at him. Youâre giving him those puppy eyes that he canât resist, whether youâre trying to or not. Maybe heâs just that weak for you.
âYeah. Yeah, Iâm sure.â He presses a kiss to your forehead. âAnd Iâll take you out on a date soon. A real date, like in those movies you like to watch.â
âWill you get me flowers too?â
âDonât spoil your own surprise now.â
You giggle, and the sound of it nearly makes him forget about all his injuries.
The two of you sit quietly for a moment, simply enjoying each otherâs embrace. Now that you think about it, itâs been a while since youâve been together like this. The silence isnât uncomfortable, it gives you time to breathe, to think. To let everything sink in.
âYou know Iâd never ask you to quit being Kickass, but⊠One day, youâre gonna have to put it to rest baby.â
âI know.â he sighs. âIâm getting more used to being Dave though. Orâ liking being Dave.â He presses a kiss to your cheek. âYouâve been making that a lot easier.â
âYeah. I mean Kickass is cool and all, really cool, but I prefer Dave.â You peck his lips, trying to pull away right after, but he doesnât let you. He captures your lips once more, melting into the kiss and cradling your face gently.
âThank you.â
âFor what?â You smile against his lips.
âFor liking Dave. He appreciates it.â
âYeah, well⊠Tell him I donât just like him, I love him.â
âHe loves you too.â His face is graced by a love drunk smile. How can someone just be so lovely?
âAnd Kickass is alright too I guess.â
To that, he laughs, though it hurts his ribs a bit. He definitely bruised them, for sure.
Or maybe itâs the overwhelming love swelling in his chest.
summary: the most popular girl at daveâs school shares her secret love of comic books with him. he lets her borrow his comics during their fake tutoring sessions, and the two of them seem to get along better than either of them expected. in a flurry of guilt and anguish, dave reveals his biggest secret to her.
⥠part 1 / part 2 / part 3 âĄ
tags: mean reader at first, does not follow canon, slight nsfw at the end, both reader and dave are established to be over 18.
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