summary: dave has been overdoing the kickass activities, and you’re worried every other night could be his last. he tries to comfort you and tell you he’ll be okay. you’re not sure you believe him.
word count: 1.1K
tags: established relationship, mentions of injuries, dave being a sweetheart and loving his gf more than anything ofc, college au, regular font below!
“You’re such an idiot, Dave.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
You sigh deeply. This is the third time in two weeks he’s come to your dorm window, badly hurt, asking for help.
And of course you help him. He’s your boyfriend, yes, but sometimes you get so upset at him always getting hurt that you want him to just learn a lesson already.
But he never does. So you keep helping him.
You love him. Like a painful amount, almost. You’d been together since high school, back when you found out about his vigilante persona. Now you’re in college together, and though you support his activities and what he stands for, you’re scared it could all go very south very quickly. It seems like any time he goes out to fight these days could be his last.
He winces when you clean the cut on his cheek with some antiseptic. Normally, you’d apologise, saying you just want to help. But you’re quiet. You feel troubled, and Dave can tell.
He feels more conflicted than ever. He’s feeling like he has to choose; between his principles, what he stands for, and the love of his life, his favourite girl. And that’s just something he can’t do.
Because he know he’ll choose you. And he’ll spend the rest of his life feeling regretful over the people he didn’t save.
“You’re mad, right?”
“No shit.”
“Right.” He pauses for a second. “Sorry.”
“Just—“ you hold out your hands and sigh deeply. “Stop apologising.”
“But,” he sits up straighter suddenly, “alright.” He bites back the urge to say sorry again.
Now you feel bad for being mad. Because you decided to keep being his girlfriend, even though you knew about his endeavours. You knew of the risks, of everything he stood for, and you accepted it. Because you love him. So, so much. You even took on being his personal nurse, treating his injuries whenever he needed it. But lately it’s been too much for your poor heart to handle.
It’s one thing to know your boyfriend is out there fighting dangerous criminals at night.
It’s another to see him in the aftermath of it, on the brink of consciousness at your window.
“You know I wouldn’t ask you to stop.” Your words make him look back up, searching for your eyes even though you’re avoiding his gaze. His heart aches for it, the way you look at him. But he can tell by how shaky your voice is that you’re already on the brink of crying.
“I know.” He responds. He’s quiet, he doesn’t want to make you feel like you have to say anything.
“It’s just— Dave, this is… This is a lot. You’ve been overdoing it.” You finally look up, and though he’s happy to see your pretty face, his heart breaks at the sight of your teary eyes. Of course he’s seen you cry before, hell, pretty much every time you watch a movie together you cry. But now it’s because of him. And he doesn’t know what to do this time.
“It’s just— crime’s been ramping up lately, baby. And someone has to do something about it.” He knows what you’re about to say. That it’s not his responsibility, at least not alone. That he shouldn’t feel like it’s his sole duty to keep people safe. And you know that he knows you’re going to say that. So you keep quiet.
“But why does it have to be you?” Your voice sounds shaky, like it’s going to break if you talk too loud.
“Because, if not me, then who else? I mean seriously, I can’t just have you out there in a world this dangerous. What if something happens to you?”
“How do you think I feel? What if something happens to you, Dave? Then what? What if I lose the person closest to me because he’s too stubborn to take a break?”
He doesn’t know how to reply to that. Because he knows you’re right. You’ve been in the right from the start, his sense of purpose is just too connected to his persona. To Kickass.
“I’m sorry,” he reaches out for your hands, and you don’t pull away this time. They’re rough, calloused, but you’ve grown so accustomed to them. They’re warm, big, familiar. They’re Dave.
To his surprise, you lean into him, your head resting against his chest. Hesitantly, he wraps his arms around you, his hand running up and down your spine in an attempt to soothe you. You’re tired too. Not only are you basically his personal nurse, but you’re also a full time college student. Dave is too. And he’d be failing if it wasn’t for you taking extra notes for him.
“I don’t know how much more Kickass my heart can take right now…”
“I get that. Ill, uhm… I’ll take a break. I promise.”
“Are you sure?” You look up at him. You’re giving him those puppy eyes that he can’t resist, whether you’re trying to or not. Maybe he’s just that weak for you.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m sure.” He presses a kiss to your forehead. “And I’ll take you out on a date soon. A real date, like in those movies you like to watch.”
“Will you get me flowers too?”
“Don’t spoil your own surprise now.”
You giggle, and the sound of it nearly makes him forget about all his injuries.
The two of you sit quietly for a moment, simply enjoying each other’s embrace. Now that you think about it, it’s been a while since you’ve been together like this. The silence isn’t uncomfortable, it gives you time to breathe, to think. To let everything sink in.
“You know I’d never ask you to quit being Kickass, but… One day, you’re gonna have to put it to rest baby.”
“I know.” he sighs. “I’m getting more used to being Dave though. Or— liking being Dave.” He presses a kiss to your cheek. “You’ve been making that a lot easier.”
“Yeah. I mean Kickass is cool and all, really cool, but I prefer Dave.” You peck his lips, trying to pull away right after, but he doesn’t let you. He captures your lips once more, melting into the kiss and cradling your face gently.
“Thank you.”
“For what?” You smile against his lips.
“For liking Dave. He appreciates it.”
“Yeah, well… Tell him I don’t just like him, I love him.”
“He loves you too.” His face is graced by a love drunk smile. How can someone just be so lovely?
“And Kickass is alright too I guess.”
To that, he laughs, though it hurts his ribs a bit. He definitely bruised them, for sure.
Or maybe it’s the overwhelming love swelling in his chest.
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 — 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 ideas…)
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 he’s been too busy being 'Kickass'; this has been one of the first times in a while that you’ve seen each other, so seeing this sight brings a sudden rush of guilt inside of him. “hey, hey, baby, are you okay?” Dave asks, dropping his school bag with panic, approaching the bed to check your forehead with the back of his hand. “ughhrdhrdhhrfh, no I think I’m dying- oh gosh” you groan while hugging your lower abdomen. “ohmygodohmygodohmygod don’t worry, I’m here—what do you need? I—what's happening? Your forehead isn’t so hot??? What could be the reaso—" While Dave was squirming around your room in hopes of finding something to help with your suffering, you cut him off saying, “Dave, don’t stress out, it’s just that time of the month.”
Despite Dave being the huge nerd he is—/that time of the month/ is the only thing he hasn’t 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 back—POOF, he magically disappears. He’s 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
“wait… pads with wings or without? you know what, I’ll just buy everything.” 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 doesn’t know if any of the items he has bought will help with anything, but he’s just praying you aren’t dead yet by the time he gets back to your house.
It’s 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 I’ve had all of that at once in one seating during my period, and it tasted amazing, so what can I say?) "here, hun. I don’t know if any of these help, but how are you feeling so far?” 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.
“I think I’m feeling a lot better now, thank you so much for this...” you say, getting comfortable in his embrace, kissing your forehead from time to time. He looks straight into your eyes, so deep, whispering apologetically, “I’m so sorry I wasn’t 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. “It's okay. please don’t worry too much about it, okay? plus, you’ve already made it up to me. thank you for being here, I mean it.” 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.
