Dave Lizewski X Reader - Blog Posts

“Kiss me. Kiss me until I am sick of it.”

Your condescending laugh replays in his mind, almost like a mantra of your voice. Your voice is all he can think of. The way it sounded so condescending, yet loving. The way you mockingly spoke to him as if he were a small child.

“I’ll always love you,” the man spoke to his love. “I’ll always love you as long as I live.”

He didn’t understand then, and he most certainly didn’t understand now. Why would you say a thing only to lie? Why? What caused you to react the way you had? Was it something he had done?

“Oh dear.. tut tut. You don’t seem to get it, do you?”

He craves you - he craves your hugs, he wants your little notes you left him, he craves to only hear your voice, if only just once.

“If only there was someone out there who loved you.”

Your words stung. They really did. Except he can’t seem to hate you. It’s unfortunate. The more he tries to hate you, the more he ends up hating himself.

He hates himself for making you think that way. He hates himself for not being good enough for you. He hates everything about himself. He can’t hate you, even if he wished he did.

“Kiss me. Kiss me until I am sick of it.”

He really thought that you could manage to love him. He really did. He thought by saying these bold words he’d never otherwise speak, that it’d somehow lure you in, almost like a moth to a flame. However, his words seemed to have the opposite effect - they only drive you further away.

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“HELL YEAH” we all say in unison

I like them nerdy and submissive. That's it. That's the post.

are you currently writing for characters from kick-ass? :)

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girl, I'm scared, how tf did you know I JUST finished watching Kick-Ass one and two?? like I swear on everything, I JUST watched these movies today and then got this ask...

anyways😃, uhm *coughs* YES, I WRITE FOR DAVE (both movies) AND MINDY (second movie only) so feel free to request those two :).

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nothing here yet :(

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𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑: 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞

pairing: dave lizewski x reader

warning: not proof-read, or complete (sorry (not really))

“Davie baby” You said happily as you jumped onto the sofa next to him while he was playing a video game with two of his best friends on the TV with his gaming console. Dave’s head turned before his eyes got to you. 

“Yes, my love” He answered, his attention on you instead of the game now. You smiled,

“I was thinking we watch a movie tonight, tomorrow’s a holiday and we can have a little movie date night” You smiled at him as you suggested the idea. He smiled at the enthusiasm in your voice and was about to reply but someone had said something in his headset, making him turn to the TV. 

He bit his lip softly, and turned back to you with a guilty expression on his face. Your smile faltered slightly and you purse your lips and tilt your head to the side, you knew either Todd or Marty had asked to play a few more rounds. 

And Dave was a people pleaser, he gave you a guilty look, and opened his mouth to say something but you beat him to it. 

“I’ll heat the popcorn and get the chips ready while you play a few more rounds?” You asked and shrugged. His eyes held the guilt and his lips turned into a sorry smile. 

“You are the best” He said simply, pecking your forehead quickly before turning to the TV, you rolled your eyes with a sad smile on your face, got up and walked to the kitchen to get the snacks ready. 

You understood why he wanted to play a few more rounds with his friends, he had been busy these past few weeks, his engineering internship and with his college classes, he had been booked, but now with thanksgiving break, he had gotten the chance to take a break. 

He had wasted the first Saturday and Sunday finishing up remaining work and packing his bags, then he spent the next five days at his parents house, visiting them for thanksgiving. You would have gone with him to visit your family too, but your boss didn’t let you.

Especially since restaurants were very busy during Thanksgiving time, and he needed you to work double the shifts – he did pay you extra and give you free turkey to take home. He was a nice boss, he even let you take home a small bottle of the finest wine in the restaurant for Thanksgiving day. 

You had spent the holiday alone in your apartment, Dave had called you late at night when he was in bed, ready to go to sleep just to catch up with you, but the call only lasted 5 or 10 minutes before he started snoring through the phone. His snores cut you off, and you ended the call, calling it a night yourself. 

You had woken up to 5 texts from him apologising for falling asleep and promising to spend all his time with you when he was back. Now that he was back, he wasn’t really doing that. You take the popcorn out of the microwave and pour it into a big bowl for the both of you to share.

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Teasers !

WHAT ARE TEASERS?

teasers are little posts about a certain fic that is in the making. a small scene from the fic, if you will. to keep you, the reader, hooked!

WHY?

i honestly don't know. i guess i just feel bad when it takes me a while to write a fic, and keep you guys waiting, so i said why not?

aaron taylor johnson:

alexei vronsky:

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dave lizewski:

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Masterlists !

WHO I WRITE:

x readers:

pietro maximoff, tangerine, aaron taylor johnson, sergei kravenoff, dave lizewski, tom ryder, alexei vronsky

draco malfoy, hermione granger, luna lovegood, neville longbottom, james potter

spider noir

konig, simon riley (ghost)

ships:

wolfstar, romione

FYI: i hate, aboslutely hate dramione and jegulus. i will not be writing nor reading anything that has those ships in it.

FANFICS:

requests: open / closed feel free to send in any message you want; this is an open space for everyone!

aaron taylor johnson: (you can find these fics on wattpad under the book named Envisage)

pietro maximoff masterlist

tangerine masterlist

dave lizewski masterlist

alexei vronksy masterlist

tom ryder masterlist

sergei kravenoff masterlist

atj masterlist

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harry potter: (you can find the draco fics on wattpad under the book named Was it just a Dream?)

Golden Era —

draco malfoy masterlist

hermione granger masterlist

romione masterlist

luna lovegood masterlist

neville longbottom masterlist

Marauders Era —

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spiderman into the spiderverse:

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COD:

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(the ones that are not linked are either drafts or not on tumblr yet! check on wattpad @ tangerinecumslvt !)

WARNINGS:

all of this is my own original work, if you are going to take it and post it somewhere else, please credit me.

when i write for ghostface, konig, ghost, and sergei kravenoff — it might be very very very dark. i will have warnings before the fics but just a fair warning before you read anything.

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𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐖𝐒𝐊𝐈 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

❝𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨, 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭... ...𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨. 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮.❞

he was sooooo fucking adorable in this movie. he's such a neville longbottom. ughhhh dave lizeweksi you make me want to faint

pairings: dave lizeweksi x fem!reader

REQUESTS: Open / Closed

TW for this section:

cussing

smut

kinks

violence

angst

ED

SA

SH

drinking

talk of body dysmorphia

discrimination

bullying

feelings of anger or sadness

these warnings are not as bad as tangerine's one so. this is just a general outlook of the types of TW's you'll see in this section, but as always, i will have the warnings labeled at the top of every fic.

i'm a little extra, so i went ahead and made a snapshot of what your camera roll would look like if you were dating dave, and i got bored so i made one of dave's camera roll too!

y/n's camera roll:

dave's camera roll:

now, without a further ado...

PRESENTING...

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smut:﹗

fluff: ♡

angst: ✦

miscellanies: 𖦹

❝𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐂𝐊-𝐀𝐒𝐒?!❞

one shots:

Interrupted ﹗

mini series:

n/a for now

more is on the way!

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𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝

pairing: dave lizewski x reader

tw: nsfw, pinv, subtle dom!dave & sub!reader, walk-in (?)

message: when you see a dead bird on the floor, don't eat it. that's all i ask of you. i am not in charge of what you read, only you and God can condemn to your sins. i don't care if you're underage; unless you enjoy, in that case, thank you.

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The room was hot and smelt of sex. The sounds of groans, moans, skin slapping against each other and the bed creaking filled the room. 

"Fuck" You moaned, arching your back and wrapping your legs around Dave's hips. His head was nuzzled into your neck, letting out groans and small moans as he left a hickey there. The scene was the epitome of a stress relief fuck. A slow one at least. A blanket was laid by Dave's feet, covering where the both of you were joined. 

"You feel so good" Dave groaned into your neck, his hot breath hitting the hickey he had just created, making your feel like your skin was on fire. 

The week had been stressful. Both you and Dave had tests all week, only meeting each other to study, for one subject, in which you don't share the same class timing, which made the distance between the both of you even greater. The study session turned into a make out session, where Mr. Lizewski had walked into and reminded the both of you that you had a test the next day. 

Leaving the both of you flustered and embarrassed. Even though the both of you got relatively high scores on the test. 

Now, it was Saturday, and Dave's parents were away on business for the day. Perfect opportunity to spend time together. Initially you were just going to watch spiderman and eat pizza, but that plan was thrown out the window the second you sat next to each other on the bed. The laptop neatly closed and put down on the floor. 

It was slow and heated, wanting to spend as much time as possible, to savour the moment. He was going as deep as he could, he'd shove himself into you as deep as he could, at least until his balls were squished against the curve of your bum and his body, then he'd pull almost all the way out and repeat. 

It made you go crazy. It was enough to make you squirm in pleasure, but not enough to make you cum. Normally you'd complain and tell him to go faster, but this time, you wanted to feel him. To feel his body on and in yours. The distance made you realise how dependant you are on him. 

Plus, you had already cummed once from him playing with your tits.

"Dave" You moaned and he lifted his head from your neck, looking at your face. He lifted himself slightly, placing his hand beside your head and the other hand on your hips. His bicep flexing slightly to hold his weight up. The new position made you squeek, one, because he was going even deeper now - not that you thought it was possible -, and two, because of the view. 

His collarbone, his bicep, his face. It made the experience ten times more pleasurable. You let out a loud moan and threw your head back, Dave groaned at the sight, cock twitching inside of you at the sight. 

All of the sudden, the door slammed open. You and Dave both stopped whatever it is that you were doing. Dave quickly reached for the blanket on his feet and dragged it up to his shoulder, to cover you from whoever just busted into the room. 

"Hey Dave I- Woah!" Todd said but stopped himself and his jaw dropped as he saw the scene playing out in front of him. He let out a loud laugh. 

"Seeing Dave Lizewksi balls deep inside Y/n Y/l/n was not on my to do list for today, holy fuck" Todd laughed and watched the way the both of you turned red. You unwrapped your legs from Dave's hips, but he held onto your thigh to stop you. 

"The fuck do you want Todd" Dave rolled his eyes, his focus back on you. 

"Relax, I'm trying to find my textbook for Calculus, I think I left it here" Todd said and walked into the room to look for his textbook, this was most definately not his first time walking in on you guys doing it. Dave rolled his eyes and slowly thrusted into you, making you gasp softly at the sudden movement.

But that was new, you'd always stop if he walked in, or Todd would slam the door right after opening it when he realised that he walked into his friends doing the deed. But never has it been this casual.

"Dave..." You whispered, and craned your neck slightly to look at Todd, he was busy looking into Dave's desk drawers to find his textbook. He cupped your face to make you look at him. 

"Pretend he's not there baby, 's just you and me" Dave hissed slightly at the feeling of you clenching around him. 

"Kinky" Todd mumbled under his breath. Dave rolled his eyes, but once they went back to yours, they softened. You nod softly, and relaxed your muscles and tried to pretend as if Todd wasn't in the room. He thrusted into you, the same pace, the same endeavor. You bit your lips to suppress a moan, so it sounded like a whimper. Dave's face fell back onto your neck, he copied your movement to suppress him moans. 

"For fucks sake" Todd mumbled, making a lot of noise by the desk. 

"What is taking so long?" Dave snapped his head up and shifted slightly to look at him. 

"I can't find my textbook!" Todd sighed loudly.

"Just take mine!" Dave hissed at him, the new position slightly uncomfrotable for you. His body turned slightly to look at Todd making it a very awkward position for you. You tapped softly on his bicep and he looked back at you and his eyes softened. 

You nod towards where the bouth of you were joined, hinting him on what was going on. He scrunched his brows trying to figure out what you saying. He looked down and realisation hit him. 

"Oh so sorry love" He said quickly and fixed his position. 

"This is Y/n's" Todd said looking at the front page and the name sheet in front of the book. 

"Just take it and get out!" You yelled, now feeling frustrated at him. You overstimulated from the small thrusts, the big thrusts and the cockwarming. 

"Damn okay" Todd said defensively and started making his way out of the room, but before he actually left, he picked a stuffed figure of spiderman and threw at Dave's head.

"Horny fucks!" He yelled and ran out the door laughing, shutting the door behind him. Dave shook his head with a small laugh. You let out a small too, finding the whole situation humorous. You wrapped your legs around Dave more securely and pushed him so that you were on top of him now. 

"Okay, no more distractions" You whispered, more to yourself than to him, and lifted yourself and sat back down on him, he threw his head back, resting it on the headboard as you rode him. Moans and groans filling up the air again. 

This time you weren't going to stop until the both of you were shaking. 

fin. 

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❝𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭❞

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AURORA; she/her. entp. dancer. writer. brown. 18. dramatic. brat. golden. mind engraved by aaron taylor johnson. slytherdor. sirius black kinnie. tony stark kinnie. classic asshole. romantic anarchist.

— i tend to be a bit strange, but all the good writers are anyway.

❝𝐨𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠❞

welcome to whatever chaos i’ve created .ᐟ

dms are always open — requests are open m.lists | m.boards | teasers

personal blog — @auroras-philosophicals

my names aurora, but you can call me rora .ᐟ

some things to note before you venture into my blog even more;

i go by she/her; but im not that sensitive about it — call me whatever. i may write under dark theme but please note that this is all fiction, none of it is real (sadly i know).

i do take requests but i will pick and choose to my liking — if it is under themes that i quite literally cannot bring myself to write, i won't write it.

somethings im not comfortable with:

piss kinks

necrophilia

maschalagnia

misogyny

rape kinks

by all means, this is an open space, feel free to ask me anything you want. comments, reblogs, and likes, are very much appreciated. i love it so much, i might even print your comment out and paste them on my walls.

and please do note, some of my works are directed to mature audiences, i am not responsible for whatever it is that you read, but i will warn you before you continue any further.

if you see me doing asks anywhere, you did not. you were just overthinking it.

& that's pretty much it... have fun .ᐟ

𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔞 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔫, 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔤𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔫 𝔟𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔫

@babsworlds stumbling upon this was the best part of my day today!

SCHOOL STRUGGLES.

pairing. Dave Lizewski x fem! reader

synopsis. you struggle with school a lot, but no matter what, your boyfriend is always here for you.

warnings. angst, mental struggles, school struggles, no use of y/n. I decided to mirror my own problems into this fic. I struggle with school, and if you do too, you’re not alone, don’t be afraid of asking for help!

FOR SEVERAL LONG MONTHS, you’d been struggling with every aspect of school—grades teetering on the edge, studying feeling like an impossible task, and attendance becoming a burden you couldn’t bear.

Each night you went to sleep with hope and wishes to never wake up again, but when you woke up every morning, it was disappointing.

Your mind was locked in a dark place, a mental block that kept you from focusing on anything related to school. Books and assignments became like foreign objects, strange and impossible to engage with.

Most days, you found yourself wandering aimlessly, going anywhere other than the dreaded classrooms. School turned into a place you despised, filled with people you disliked, teachers who seemed to drain your energy with every word, and the endless homework that left you completely exhausted.

Dave, your ever-supportive boyfriend, noticed the change in you. He worried endlessly about your constant absence, knowing how much you were skipping school. He tried his best to help, offering to walk to classes with you, hoping that his presence could make it a bit easier. But despite his best efforts, nothing seemed to change, and your steps continued to stray from the school’s doors.

Meanwhile, the atmosphere at home grew tense and filled with arguments. Your parents’ patience was wearing thin as they saw you neglecting your only responsibility: school. “You only have to focus on school,” they’d remind you in every heated argument. Their anger and disappointment hung heavy in the air, making the walls of your home feel like they were closing in on you.

You were exhausted from failing every test, overwhelmed by the looming dread of yet another academic setback. Despite the frustration and disappointment you felt, the motivation to study remained elusive. It was an endless circle of anxiety and avoidance, a cycle that seemed impossible to break.

It was a late weekend night, and you found yourself on a video call with Dave. Your parents had forbidden you from going to his house for a sleepover because of your poor grades, adding to your already heavy heart.

“I’m so sorry, Dave,” you began to apologize, your voice heavy with emotion. “I feel like shit,” you said, gazing at your boyfriend on the notebook screen.

“Don’t say that, baby,” Dave tried to calm you down, his voice soothing and gentle. But the words did little to stem the tide of salty tears forming in your eyes. “I’m stupid,” you admitted, “and because of my grades, we can’t have a sleepover.”

Dave’s expression softened, his concern evident. “You’re not stupid,” he reassured you. “We’ll get through this together. It’s just a rough patch, and it doesn’t define you.”

The weight of your struggles pressed heavily on your heart, driving tears down your cheeks. “I wish I could just disappear. I wouldn’t care about the absence or grades,” you cried out, the hopelessness in your voice stark and raw. You wished everything would just end right then and there.

Dave’s eyes lit up with a sudden idea. “You know what, baby? I’m coming over. Just leave your window open,” he announced, his grin widening with excitement.

“Your parents forbade you from coming to my place, but they didn’t say anything about me coming to yours,” he smirked, always looking for ways to find a loophole and support his precious girlfriend.

“No, Dave, you really don’t have to—” you started to assure him, but he was already set on his plan. He hung up the call quickly, not giving you a chance to protest.

You couldn’t help but feel a spark of hope at his determination. As you left your window open for him, a small sliver of comfort crept into your heart.

Dave lived just two blocks away, so it didn’t take him long to reach your house. After a few minutes, you heard noises outside your window and spotted Dave climbing in.

“Hi, baby,” Dave smiled at you, pulling you into a tight, welcoming hug. “I missed you so much,” you whispered into his chest, feeling the warmth of his embrace as he kissed your hair.

You both sat on your bed, and once again, salty tears began to stream down your face. “I’m so shitty, why am I so stupid?” you choked on your tears, sobbing violently into Dave’s chest. “I’m a shitty student, daughter, girlfriend…”

Dave broke the tight hug and looked into your eyes. “Don’t ever say that again,” he warned gently but firmly. His eyes were filled with concern and determination, wanting to help you see the worth you couldn’t find in yourself.

“Just because you’re struggling now doesn’t mean it’s forever. You’re a smart girl. I know it,” Dave started, his thumb gently rubbing your cheeks.

“And I’m not exactly an academic weapon, but if you need help with studying, I’ll do my best to help you, baby,” he continued, his voice filled with unwavering support and love.

“I love you and I’m always here for you,” Dave said, his words wrapping around you like a warm blanket. Those were the words you needed to hear.

“Tomorrow we can go for a walk, and on Monday, we can try to get you back into school,” Dave offered, gently tucking a strand of your long hair behind your ear.

“I love you,” you replied, pulling him into a hug once again, feeling a sense of comfort and hope in his embrace.

forever my geek 💚🎀

silly dave lizewski texposts

yeah this might not be all 2010s accurate but im just doing this for fun bc the challengers ones always make my day THSI IS JUUST FOR FUNNN

MASTER LIST

Hii welcome to my blog!!

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-FANDOMS-

-hotd

-criminal minds (haven't finished it yet sadly but working on it)

s.r.

bad dreams

-mbav

b.w.

snow flurries

new puppy (req)m

r.k.

-tmr

thomas. newt. minho.

-hunger games

p.m, f.o, j.m.

-harry potter

h.p, H.G, n.l. l.l. f.w. g.w. o.w.

-tmd

a.b. g.g. j.g. k.w. d.r. l.m. d.p.

-misc

don humes (tbitb)

gilbert blythe (awae)

jerry baynard (awae)

cameron james (10tihay)

mischa bachinski (rtc)

dave lizewski (kick-ass)

riff lorton (west side story)

art donaldson (challengers)

dodge mason (panic)

tangerine (bullet train)

-RULES-

✰ I mostly write fluff and sometimes write angst i prefer to stay away from angst because reading and write is my escape from some upsetting topics and i don't wanna make myself sad. I don't usually write nsfw and I prob won't depending on the request

✰ I can write of certain reader types (goth, super feminine, curly hair, etc.) but, if it's topics i'm not super familiar with such as readers with mental health problems i may not write the request or it may take me some more time so i can do some research.

✰ I will not write racism, homophobia, transphobia, incest, r*pe, ped*philia, abuse. if requested you will be blocked

✰ I mostly write for female or gn readers but, unless requested otherwise I try to keep everything gender neutral.

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𝓜𝔂 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓼𝓸 𝓭𝓮𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭

Dave Lizewski x Reader

You hear the key turn in the lock just as you shift deeper into the couch, wrapped in a blanket you’ve been wearing like a second skin all day. The movie you’ve seen a hundred times drones on in the background, but your eyes flick to the doorway as Dave steps in, shaking off the cold.

“Hey,” he says softly, setting his backpack down. His voice carries no judgment, just the familiar warmth of someone who’s seen you at your worst and stayed anyway.

“Hey,” you mumble, pulling the blanket tighter.

Dave takes a quick glance around the apartment—empty takeout boxes on the coffee table, laundry still untouched in the basket, the curtains half-drawn, letting in only a sliver of the city lights. He doesn’t comment. Instead, he toes off his sneakers and crosses the room, collapsing onto the couch beside you with a sigh.

“Good movie?” he asks, even though he knows you’ve watched this one at least three times this week.

You shrug. “It’s fine.”

For a while, he doesn’t say anything. He just sits there, warm and solid, his arm draping over the back of the couch behind you.

After a moment, Dave shifts closer, nudging your shoulder with his. “You ate today?”

You hesitate, then shake your head.

With a sigh—not exasperated, just knowing—he presses a quick kiss to the top of your head before getting up. “Alright,” he says, stretching. “I’ll order something. And before you say no, you’re eating at least half. Deal?”

You don’t argue. It’s not like you have the energy to, anyway. Instead, you watch as he pulls out his phone, scrolling through options, mumbling under his breath about what you might actually eat.

You don’t know why he sticks around, why he keeps showing up when you can’t even bring yourself to do the simplest things. But then he catches your eye, offers you a lopsided grin, and it’s there—his quiet, unwavering patience.

𝐎𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐆𝐨𝐝! 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

Dave Lizewski x Reader

You’ve known Dave Lizewski since you were kids, your childhood filled with random conversations, shared secrets, and playground adventures. He was always the awkward, goofy guy with a heart of gold, never really standing out but always managing to make you laugh. The two of you went your separate ways as you got older, but somehow, you always ended up in the same classes, walking the same halls. It was almost like fate had a funny way of pulling you back together.

Now, here you are, teenagers, both of you in the same high school, sitting next to each other in History class. And yet, nothing feels the same. Dave has changed. You’ve noticed it before—the way he’s grown into his body, how he’s stopped wearing those ridiculous superhero T-shirts that used to make you laugh, but still, you’ve always seen him the same way. You’ve always known him as Dave, the boy who couldn’t seem to look at you without turning red.

But lately, something’s different. You’ve started catching him looking at you—really looking at you. Not just glancing over your shoulder or sneaking a glance when he thinks you're not paying attention, but staring at you, his expression softer, almost like he’s seeing you for the first time. It makes your heart skip a beat every time, and you’re sure he’s noticed.

Today, during lunch, you’re sitting in the cafeteria, your tray in front of you, half-eaten. You’re talking to your friends, but your eyes keep straying to the table where Dave is sitting with his usual group. You can feel his eyes on you again, a familiar warmth creeping up your neck, making you look over to find him already glancing in your direction. His face is flushed, as if he’s embarrassed to have been caught, but there’s a flicker of something deeper in his eyes. You almost don’t want to look away because you feel it, too—the pull.

You decide to take the plunge and stand up, walking over to his table, your heart racing in your chest. His friends all wave and greet you, but you can’t focus on them. Dave is sitting there, his hand resting awkwardly on his tray, as though he doesn’t quite know what to do with it. You meet his eyes, and for a moment, neither of you speak.

“Hey, Dave,” you say, breaking the silence with a smile. His gaze softens immediately, and he sits up straighter, like he’s been waiting for you to come over for ages.

“Hey, you...” he replies, his voice just a little shaky. There’s a small pause before he adds, “You look… really nice today.”

You can’t help but smile at the sincerity in his words, the way he blushes immediately afterward. It’s the same old Dave, the one who’s always been awkward, but now there’s something new between you. Something unspoken. You shift on your feet, unsure of what to say next, and then you hear him mutter, almost to himself, “I… I’ve liked you for a long time.”

Your heart skips a beat.

“Really?” You can’t help but let the words slip out, your voice barely above a whisper.

He nods, his eyes meeting yours again. “Yeah, since we were little. But I was always too afraid to say anything.”

A soft laugh escapes you, not mocking, but warm and knowing. “Why didn’t you?”

“Because you were always so out of my league,” he admits, a sheepish grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “I figured you’d never look at me the same way.”

You can’t stop the smile that spreads across your face. “You’re an idiot,” you tell him gently, feeling a rush of affection toward him. “You’ve always been my friend, Dave. I think… I think I’ve always liked you, too.”

His eyes widen, the surprise written clearly on his face. It’s like the world has just tilted on its axis for him. His hand twitches, like he wants to reach out to you but doesn’t know how to.

“Well, I guess I’m just an idiot who got lucky then,” he says with a grin, that familiar warmth returning to his cheeks.

“Yeah,” you say softly, your heart racing. “I guess so.”

You sit down next to him, the world seeming to melt away as you both fall into easy conversation, like no time has passed. But now, there’s something new between you, something you can’t ignore. The spark that was always there is finally being acknowledged, and you both know it’s only the beginning of something much bigger.

And as the lunch bell rings, signaling the end of another school day, you find yourself feeling lighter, your heart warmer than it’s ever been. This, whatever this is between you and Dave, feels like it’s meant to be.

rivals to lovers with dave lizewski maybe..?? like shes super duper smart and they get paired together on a project and they start bickering because dave is kind of being a dumbass but it ends rlly sweetly!!!

OMG if I wasn't bit busy today,I would've answered you so much sooner!!! I LOVE this!!

Dave Lizewski x nerd!reader

Prompt: rivals to lovers

Warnings: cursing,reader is described to have female parts but no pronouns are actually used,Dave being a bit of a perv,mentions of drug(marijuana) use

Summary: You and Dave always hated each other,or maybe that's just what you both told yourselves.

You and Dave have hated each other since the sixth grade,both for the same reason.You both believe you're smarter than the other.

You were both pretty smart in the same fields,and always end up fighting over who has the right answer.

You also hated his big goofy grin and his stupid glasses,you hated how they made you feel,how no matter where you went he'd probably be there too,and you definitely hated his curly hair.You hated how much you wanted to run your fingers through the unruly locks.

Dave hated all the same things about you,your smile,your eyes,your hair,how he'd see you everywhere.Though,since you both started going through puberty and you started to 'fill out',he kept catching himself staring at you (more specifically your tits and ass) and he absolutely hated it.

So when you were paired for a project together in Science,both of your jaws dropped slightly as you look at each other.

You scoff as you look away,crossing your arms as you slump in your seat.

'This is fantastic.' Dave thought as he looks back up at the teacher,his jaw clenched and his brow furrowed.

_

"You two are pairing up in science?" Todd asks as the three boys into Atomic Comics.

"Yeah,I thought you two like- despised each other." Marty says with a huff of amusement as they sit at their usual booth.

"We do! That bitch Mrs. Parsons paired us up!" Dave says,his voice cracking slightly,sounding a bit like a child who didn't get his way.

You hear the familiar voices from across the comic book section and look up,a bit of a scowl forming on your face as you see Dave.You huff softly and hurridly grab the few comic you had already picked out before heading over to the cashier,paying for them quickly before leaving.

Dave had heard the door but didn't see who it was that left,so he just shrugs slightly and goes back to talking to Todd and Marty.

-

A few days later,you find yourself sitting in Daves room with him at his desk,your eyes scanning the room for a moment,taking in all of the nerdy memorabilia everywhere.

You couldn't help the small flutter in your chest at a few of the things you saw from some of your favorite movies/shows/games/comics.'What the fuck?!' you thought as you felt your cheeks heat up slight when you look at him,utterly confused as to why you were suddenly feeling this way until the blush and flutter vanishes,noticing that he got something wrong.

You point at it,shaking your head slightly. "That's wrong. A hypothesis isn't an explanation for events or facts,that's a theory.A hypothesis is an explanation based on limited facts and the base for certain investigations." You say,looking at the paper.

Dave scoffs softly as he looks at you. "No,you're wrong. You've got it flipped."

You look at him,your brow furrowed. "No,you're wrong."

After about 10 minutes of back and forth 'no you are',Dave huffs and jerks open his laptop and clicks on the search bar,his fingers moving quickly over the keyboard.

"See? I told you." you say after reading the definition google pulled up for hypothesis and theory.Dave huffs again before looking down at the paper,erasing what he had put down.

"Whatever.." he mutters softly to himself,suddenly feeling a bit flustered,his bottom lip sticking out slightly in a faint pout.

You sigh and lean back in your seat as you start looking around,the same feeling from earlier bubbling in your chest again.

_

Over the course of the next week,your hatred for each other slowly dissipates and turns into something else and everything you hated about each other slowly became something that you both secretly loved.Though,the only people that didn't seem to notice was the two of you.Even your best friend noticed,and she isn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed,probably because of all the pot she smokes.

She noticed how you all of a sudden wanted to spend time with Dave after years of being openly annoyed and irritated by him,even if it was supposedly just for the project.

"Do you like- have a crush on Dave now or something?" Sarah asks,her eyes red and her voice a little dawn out as she lays on your living room sofa,the room faintly smelling of weed and smoke.

"What!? No,of course not! I just- Don't hate him as much anymore." You say,sounding like your trying to convince yourself more than you are her,your cheeks burning bright red.

Sarah looks at you with a cocked brow,clearly not believing you. "Right.." She says before relaxing into the sofa again.

Maybe you did have a small crush on Dave...

Maybe that's how you found yourself here.In Daves room,not knowing how to act around him now that you're aware of your 'little' crush on him,your cheeks dusted pink.

Dave felt the same way,awkwardly shifting in his seat as you both write things down for your project,stealing little glances at each other.

Though,Dave lets his gaze linger for a bit,letting his eyes roam over your side profile and outfit.His eyes pause though,his cheeks burning a bit more when he notices the amount of cleavage your shirt showing,a familiar stir starting in his jeans.

He snaps his gaze away from you and looks down at the paper as he subtly adjusts himself in his jeans and shifts in his seat,his brain trying to conjure anything up to make him feel less turned on.

'god,get it together man..' he thought as he leans back in his chair and runs his fingers through his hair.He looks at you again,noticing you zoning out,lost in thought.

He reaches forward and gently shakes your shoulder,making you turn your head to look at him. "Sorry.." you say as you lean back as well.

"It's alright.We should probably take a brake anyway." Dave says as he starts to put away their stuff for their project away.

You look at him confused.'He's never wanted to take a brake,why does he want to now?' you thought but you don't say anything,instead you just start putting your own stuff in your bag.

-

It's now been 20 minutes and neither of you have said a word,Daves room filled with an awkward silence,the air so thick with tension you could cut through it with a knife.Dave is holding a comic book,pretending to read it.You on the other hand are just sitting there,staring at Daves hands.

"I can't take this anymore." He says suddenly as he tosses the comic onto his desk and turns to you.

"Take wha-" you start but your words are cut off when Dave grabs you by your cheeks and smashes his lips into yours.

You stay frozen for a moment,eyes wide and cheeks red,before slowly easing into the kiss,gently placing your hands on his shoulders.You feel his glasses gently digging into your cheek and bump against your nose,but you really didn't mind.All you were thinking of was how soft his lips are and how he tasted a bit like the grape soda he had drank earlier.

Dave could taste the hint of strawberry on your lips from your soda he bought you earlier and it took everything in him to keep himself from just shoving his tongue down your throat.Instead,he keeps the kiss going a few seconds longer before slowly pulling away.Your lips chase his slightly before you pull away as well,opening your eyes to look at him.

His glasses were slightly askew and his cheeks were dusted pink,making your lips turn up a bit as you reach up and adjust his glasses,which had visibly caught him by surprise.He had expected you to hit him or at least yell at him,but instead you were fixing his glasses and smiling at him,which in turn made his cheeks burn brighter and that grin that you've grown to love curve his lips.

"I wanna take you out on a date tomorrow..Is that okay?" he asks,smiling more as he watches you nod before kissing you again.

-

Dave Lizewski being a REALLY clingy sleeper. Like he physically smothers you in his sleep, all cute and disheveled, groaning when you move.

tbh I didn't think anyone would actually request something but I'm literally so happy someone did.So thank you!!! And I totally agree! Like- when you try to get up because you need to pee or something and he just squeezes you tighter and grumbles something incoherent- I need help,I am so down bad for this man.

P.S - sorry if it's bad,this is my first fic. :')

Dave Lizewski x reader

Prompt: fluff

Warnings: None.

Summary: After a long night of patrolling,all Dave wanted to do was to take off this suit,take a warm shower and curl up under the blankets with his amazing partner; you.

Dave huffs softly as he trudges along the New York City streets,his body tired and heavy feeling.He swore if he even sat down somewhere he'd probably fall asleep- Hell,he could probably fall asleep while he was still walking.But as he keeps going,he spots a familiar white mailbox with hand-painted flowers on it,and he immediately smiles.

He walks a bit faster now,though it was still a bit sluggish.After a moment he makes it to the side of your house where your bedroom window is.He gently knocks on the glass,his lips curled into a smile as he watches your head turn towards the window and your lips curve as well.

You look up from your homework from today at the sound of tapping against your bedroom window.You smile as you see the familiar green wet-suit paired with that adorable smile you love oh so much.You stand from your desk and make your way over to the window,opening the curtains wider before sliding the window open and moving out of the way so he can climb through.

"Hey,Davey." You say as he crawls through your window.You shut the window after he's in,making sure that the curtains are closed completely to keep Kick-Ass's true identity a secret,before turning to him.

"Hey,baby." He says as he takes off his mask and sits it on top of your dresser before opening a drawer,digging through it.

"I'm gonna go take a shower,okay?" He says,looking at you as he moves over to the bathroom door in your room,placing his hand on the doorknob.He watches you nod before heading into the bathroom.

You smile more as you sit on your bed,watching as he rummages through your clothes to find something big enough to fit him the way he likes.After a minute or so,he grabs a pair of your sweatpants and one of your t-shirts.Well,it was his shirt that you had stolen the last time you were at his house.Not that he cared though.

_

After a while,he emerges from the bathroom,freshly clean and smelling of your body wash.He frowns a bit when he sees you sitting at your desk again and walks over to you.He leans down and wraps his arms around you,burying his face into your neck.

"I'm tired.." he says,his voice slightly muffled from your skin.

"Go to sleep then." you say as you continue to write stuff down on your paper,leaning into him a bit.

He shakes his head slightly before lifting his head so his nose nudges against your cheek,his eyes half-lidded.

"I want you to go to sleep with me though.." he says with a slight pout.

"I have to finish my homework." You say,your eyes still on the paper but the feeling of him against you,holding you,is starting to get distracting.

"Please?" he pleads softly as he looks at you with those big blue puppy dog eyes.

And with that,your a goner.Who could say no when he asked oh so nicely?

_

A few hours later,your eyes crack open,your mouth dry.You blink a few times,letting your eyes adjust to the darkness before looking down.Dave is still dead asleep and his limbs are wrapped around you like a koala,his face buried in your chest.

'Cute..' you thought with a small tired smile before trying to pull away from him to get up and get a glass of water,but he tightens his arms around you with a soft groan,grumbling something incoherently in his sleep as he nuzzles his face deeper into your chest.

You try a few more times,but each attempt has the same reaction from him.You try one last time,and this time he moves so he's practically laying on top of you,his face buried in your neck.

"No.." he mutters softly into your neck before relaxing on top of you,slipping back into his deep sleep.

You let out a soft groan as he lays on top of you,realizing that you aren't getting up anytime soon.You wrap your arms back around him and relax,going back to sleep with Daves weight pinning you to the bed.

Bro- I've literally been so fucking bored recently like- someone PLEASE for the love of god send me a request! Because they are WIDE FUCKING OPEN!!!

But fr tho,I'm bored.