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I'M CURRENTLY IN THE 3RD PART OF "MASKED ADVERSARY" AND I'M OBSESSED WITH IT OMGG TYSM FOR A BLESSING LIKE THIS AHAHAHA 😘😘

HEY BAEE THANK YOU SO MUCH idk when im posting part 4 tbh 😔😔 i procrastinate a lot and HATE proofreading but i hope i can deliver soon 😣

#writing #anon ask #iz writes

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Different | F.W.

fandom: Harry Potter

pairings: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: kinda angsty, too much to drink, underage drinking, cursing, jealousy, fluff here and there and most of it at the end, crying, Fred embarrassing himself, you will get SO MUCH second hand embarrassment 💀 mention of the phrase “making love” LMFAO, Fred being an emotional drama queen when drunk.

summary: Fred doesn’t see you as anything more than a friend. Until he sees you with another boy. He has a little too much to drink and figures it out.

gif not mine!!!

a/n: Fair warning, I added Mattheo Riddle to the story. (He is not my character.) edit: (1/6/24) WHAT THE HELL IS THIS BYE I literally wrote this in 2022 how flipping embarrassing omg… anyways! Enjoy ig 😰

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History of magic never failed to bore you. That’s where you were now. Last class of the day.

Throughout the whole day, there had been many mentions of a party at the Gryffindor common room, some stupid celebration that you barely cared to go to, but your friends were there, and you wanted some fun.

Not to mention the twins literally begged for your presence there, and your crush would show up.

“So are you going to the party?” Angela asked from next to you, she was your partner for this week.

“Yeah. I thought about what you said, I’ve been overworking myself and I really need to loosen up.”

Yeah, you were one of those students whose parents would kill them if they got bad grades. So what?

“You think you gonna make any moves tonight?” she nudged you, giving you a little smirk.

“…On who?” you asked, face full of confusion.

“On Fred of course!” it felt like she yelled it loud enough for the whole class to hear.

It was almost so. Fred and George both looked up at you two, then at each other and listened in.

“Shhh! And what? No!! Why would I do that? He’s my friend.” Your best friend actually. “I already told you I liked Mattheo!” you whisper yelled, you felt the professor’s glare on you so you decided to lower your head and keep working, keeping the conversation quiet.

Fred had a sickening feeling take over his stomach.

“Oh come on. He obviously likes you. You know, they say you should marry your best friend.” Angela spoke, Fred rolled his eyes at Angela's assumption.

“Please! He's literally always looking at you.” she said excitedly but quieter this time, you watched for the professor as he was watching another pair of students who were talking. Fred bit his lip and thought back. Wow. He really did look at you a lot.

“That doesn't mean that he likes me! Maybe he just appreciates my beauty. I mean, really, who doesn't?” You said sarcastically, flipping your hair and getting back to work.

Angela sighed in frustration.

“Plus, if he did really like me, I'm sure George would know," you finished.

"Mhm." Angela hummed in defeat, she didn't want to say that George knew, for Fred would probably kill them both in the forbidden forest and dump their bodies in the lake for ratting him out. Even if he didn't know he liked you yet.

Finally class was over, you picked up your things and headed out with Angela, the twins following close behind. Angela slowed her pace to have you walk in front of her while she backed up next to George.

“Bloody hell, she is so oblivious.” George whispered to Angela then looked at Fred who was walking next to him.

George smirked at his twin, seeing as Fred wouldn't look away from you as you walked.

He was so zoned out until he felt a jab in his ribs.

“Ow! The hell was that for?” he flinched, clutching his side, scowling at his brother.

George gestured to you, Fred giving him a look that said 'So what?' causing the younger twin to push his brother forward.

Fred almost fell onto you but was cautious enough to stop that from happening. He continued to walk next to you, turning back to look at his brother with a glare, then turning to you and smiling.

“Hey Freddie!” you smiled up at him.

Fred realized that he couldn’t stop looking at you, mentally smacking himself in the face and forcing himself to look at the ground.

“Hey.” His response was quiet.

“You okay?” You questioned with a raised eyebrow, curious at his quiet attitude.

Fred was afraid that you would think he liked you, especially if it... Wasn't true... He couldn't speak, all the words completely drawn from his throat.

“Fred?”

He heard a faint voice calling him, unable to answer as he thought about what would happen to your friendship if there were feelings involved.

“Freeeeed?!”

Hearing it again, he still wasn’t able to look up at you, who he subconsciously knew was the one calling him, only thoughts of making himself seem ‘normal’ to you clouded his mind. So far his plan was working terribly.

“Freddie!”

He almost jumped when he felt you grab his arm, stopping him from continuing to walk. The ginger looked up at his twin, hoping he would stay and save him from the situation, but George kept walking, smirking to himself.

He finally laid eyes on you, muscles relaxing as he fell back into reality.

"What in the bloody hell is wrong with you?! Why're you ignoring me?!"

He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out at first.

"..I'm sorry, mate... I'm just really deep in thought." He laughed nervously.

"I'm assuming you were at the inner core of the damned Earth then since you couldn't hear me?!” You laughed, “Won’t be able to focus on school if I’m too busy worrying about,” you poked his chest, “you.”

Fred felt himself smile at your laugh and how you worried about him. You were such a caring friend.

“Sorry,” he said again, turning to keep walking as you followed next to him.

“So, Freddie. You were begging me to go to that Gryffindor party tonight, yeah?”

He scoffed, “Yeah”

“What should I wear?” You looked up at him, a glint in your eye.

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Dinner was over and most students continued to study in the library or would go back to their dorms to sleep and whatnot.

“What about…” You scrambled through your wardrobe, looking for a top to match with your bottoms.

“This one?”

Fred looked up from your bed, watching as you pulled out a green top.

He pretended to be deep in thought, squinting and eventually answering, “Yeah no, the other one.”

“Why are you so picky about this anyway? It’s just a dumb party, you don’t need to look perfect.” ‘Even though you always do.’ He answered, thinking the last part to himself which made a whole internal war break out in him.

‘Gross…’

“I know… It’s just that Mattheo is gonna be there and… I don’t know,” you turned away from Fred and to the mirror, holding the top over your chest, seeing what it would look like, “I just wanna look good for him.”

Fred scoffed, “Why do you like that Slytherin git anyway…” ‘I’m so much better than him.’ “He’s kind of an asshole and you barely ever talk to him.”

“Don’t you think I know any of this, Fred? And he’s nice to me… Not to mention hot as bloody hell.” You’d spoken to Fred about boys, and he of girls to you. It wasn’t ever weird to speak to him about your crushes. “I want him to notice me and I’ll work up the courage to say something… You know, that’ll get him interested.” You set your outfit down on the bed.

Fred looked at you in confusion. “Wait a minute,” he held his finger up and licked his lips, “You’re not planning on… Seducing him, are you…?” He questioned with a concerned look on his face.

“Whaaaat…” You laughed lightly, “Why would I do that…” you cleared your throat and swallowed, thinking of all the moves you could make to compel Mattheo.

Fred got up and walked to stand in front of you, holding your shoulders and making you look into his eyes.

“Hey, I don’t want anyone to use you, alright? Or for you to use anyone. Mattheo may be good looking to you, but trust me, he’s no good and he’s only gonna hurt you.” Fred told you, hoping you’d take his efforts at trying to watch out for you.

“I know, Fred. It’s just… I haven’t gone out with anyone in a while and Mattheo is like the perfect guy… He’s sweet, like I said. And he’s so cute… I catch him staring a lot in class and then he smiles and looks away.” You giggled.

You pried his hands off your shoulders and he sighed at his failed attempt of keeping you from getting with a guy. Well… That guy. He moved back and plopped on your bed as you continued to speak.

“Look, I know you care about me and all but,” Your hands moved down to undo the buttons on your shirt, “I don’t need a protective brother all the fucking time. I can take care of myself and I can tell when a guy is using me.” You completely pulled off the shirt, leaving you in your bra and pants.

“I’m not a naïve little girl, Fred.” You grabbed the brush from your vanity and brushed through your hair. “You should know that.”

Fred watched you, already used to seeing your half exposed body, you’d known him since before Hogwarts and were quite comfortable with each other. You trusted him. But he looked away quickly, not able to understand why his face was getting all warm.

Putting the brush down, you walked to stand in front of him and he tossed your shirt to you, looking at you with half a frown before sighing as you pulled it over your head. “I know… But why him? Why can’t you choose like any other guy? Anyone but him.”

“Fredrick Gideon Weasley. Are you jealous?” You smirked playfully. A red tinted his cheeks and he scoffed. “No. You know I’d never date you.” He winced at his last words.

The smile on your face slowly faltered, but you liked Mattheo, right? Doesn’t matter if Fred sees you that way or not.

“Good…” You stepped forward and grabbed your bottoms, walking into the closet to change into them. Fred’s eyes lingered on the door as you closed it shut. ‘Good…?’

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The party was pretty much full, you hadn’t been there very long but you still didn’t see any sign of Mattheo.

“Hey Seamus!” You smiled, walking up to him, seeing Ron and Harry talking to him as well.

“Oh, hello love! How’s your night so far?” he smiled back.

“Good enough.” You replied, turning to look at Harry and Ron and greet them but were cut off before you could speak.

“Where’s your boyfriend?” Ron asked.

“Erm… Who?” You asked, confused. “You mean Mattheo?” you whispered, “He’s not my boyfriend,” you chuckled.

Ron and Harry looked at each other knowingly, “No, mate, where’s Fred?”

Your smile fell off. “Err… I dunno.” You looked away nervously, “I’ll tell him you’re looking for him.” Quickly, you walked away to another corner to talk to anyone but him.

“Hello, Lee! Any sign of Freddie? Ron’s looking for him.”

“Oh hey….!” Lee was already tipsy, you sighed.

“Sorry, love. I haven’t a clue. You should ask Georgie, I’m betting aaaallll my galleons he knows.”

“Okay, thank you!” You finally turned to leave until your backed bumped into someone.

Turning around, you were met with familiar brown curls. “Hey there.” Mattheo smiled softly.

You couldn’t speak quite yet, still processing that the boy you’d been pining over for a month was right in front of you. “Hi.” you said nervously.

“Do you wanna… Get a drink?” He asked, raising his eyebrows and holding out his hand.

You could only nod your head. The boy lead you to the drinks table and served you a light cocktail, something with not much alcohol, getting himself half a cup of beer.

Sitting down, he put his arm around you and took a sip of his drink. “How are you, lovely?” He looked at you with sweet eyes.

“I’m okay. You?”

“Better now that I’m with you.” Mattheo smirked, proud of himself for such a flirty answer.

Tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, you looked away and cleared your throat. “So, you know what this party’s for?”

“Not a clue, love.”

Little did you know, Fred was watching from the other side of the room, a big frown on his face as he downed a shot of firewhiskey.

The way you smiled at Mattheo made him take another. And then how you laughed at whatever stupid fucking joke that arse face made, he took another. And another, and another, and another. He kept taking shots until he eventually grabbed the bottle and drank straight from it, sitting down on the floor as it was steady ground.

“Stop hogging the drinks you selfish prick!” George argued, groaning at how his brother wasn’t letting him have any more of the firewhiskey.

George was barely buzzed, he followed the line of sight of his twin, laughing as he realized what a dumbass Fred was.

“That could be you, mate.” Said George, placing a hand on Fred’s shoulder.

“Oh please, like I would ever want that stupid Slytherin’s arm around me.”

A loud chortle erupted from George’s chest.

“No, idiot! I meant that you could be in his place right now. You could’ve told her that you liked her and I bet she’d like you back.”

Fred swallowed some more of the whiskey, unbothered by the burn of the alcohol as he looked at his twin in confusion.

“I don’t like her.” Fred scoffed at his brother, baffled as to how he could make such an assumption.

“Sure you don’t.” George said, taking a sip of his drink.

“I just don’t like that Slytherin asshole. She could literally have chosen anyone but him.” Said Fred, his words slurred.

“Yeah? What if she chose Seamus?”

“Fuck no! He’s got bad hair and he’s short. Not to mention he’s younger than her.” Fred retorted.

“Hm. What about Dean?” George asked again.

“Dean Thomas?” Fred repeated, “No. Just no. He’s too… Gentle.”

“Too gentle?” George repeated, “How do you know she’s not into gentle guys, hm?”

“I dunno. She seems to like the type of broody and manly guys all the time.” Fred said, his words coming out slurred.

George pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, “Okay, what about Neville then? He can’t be that bad.“

“Do nooooot say Neville.” Fred cut him off, “He’s way too sensitive.”

“So? Girls like sensitive guys from what I’ve heard.”

“Shut up.” The older twin rolled his eyes.

“What about Cedric? He’s a nice guy. Decent height, good hair, doesn’t seem to be gentle. He’s not as sensitive as Neville either.”

“No, Cedric is too…” Fred paused. “He’s not… He doesn’t—really…” He exhaled in defeat. Fred was friends with Cedric, he couldn’t think of anything bad to say about him.

“Can’t find your words there, Freddie?” George smirked, knowing that you had a little attraction towards Cedric for his looks and personality.

Fred scoffed, looking away from his twin, his heart sinking as he saw you lay your head on Mattheo’s shoulder. His eyebrows turned upward and his eyes got glossy.

“Why doesn’t she like me, Georgie?” He babbled.

“I dunno, mate. Ask her yourself.” George sighed, careless about what Fred was saying now, since he had denied his feelings over and over.

Fred got up and out of George’s view, the younger twin shaking his head in disappointment as he finished what was left over of the firewhiskey.

On the other side of the room, you were still conversing with Mattheo, exchanging flirtatious looks here and there, himself trying to tell jokes but failing miserably and you found it cute.

“Hey, you wanna get out of here?” he asked, you swallowed as you knew what he meant.

“Not now, maybe later. Let’s stay for a bit longer.” You put on a plastic smile and got up, “Be right back.”

You didn’t know where you were going or what you were looking for, but in the back of your mind you hoped to see Fred somewhere, anywhere, so that he could make some excuse for you while you left Mattheo hanging.

Of course you felt bad… But this always happens. You like a guy, he likes you back but when things start moving forward, you back out.

Your hands got sweaty and clammy as you spotted a certain ginger on the other side of the room.

“Freddie? Can you please erm-“

“Wrong twin, love.” He turned around and it was George.

You swallowed, “Where’s Fred?” You asked, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible but you definitely came off as worried.

“Oh, he’s right over th-“ George paused, looking around the room with his eyebrows furrowed. It was much easier to spot a tall redhead since he stood above the crowd.

“He was in here a second ago,” he said in confusion. “I swear I was just talking to him.”

You wiped your hands on your thighs. There was a twist in your stomach.

Obviously you believed George, that Fred wasn’t here but you needed to know for yourself, turning around to look through the room but were met with someone’s chest.

“Hey, you okay?” Harry asked. “Did you find Fred?”

Swallowing, you replied, “I’m okay. Looking for him myself actually.”

Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder, hearing Fred’s voice gently speak your name as you turned around.

Oh Godric, the embarrassment you felt.

The boy in front of you held a rose. Corny as ever.

You were a bit confused as you didn’t know what he was doing or what was going on.

Until he spoke.

“Will you marry me?”

His words came out softly, his eyes half-hooded from the amount of alcohol he had earlier.

It had taken you a second to process, this was the same boy who you went to for guy advice, the same boy you’d spent so many years of friendship with, the same boy you had the longest crush on a couple years back but got over it since you knew he really didn’t see you the same. The same boy you were best friends with since childhood. The one you thought you wouldn’t ever get over, but then he came up with this bullshit.

This was the same boy who said he would never date you.

Your face finally turned a dark shade of red before you burst into laughter. “Fred, you’re drunk.” you said bluntly, trying to bite back an amused grin “But I love you.” He frowned.

“No, Fred.” You replied, a little sad at your own answer, none of this was real and you didn’t mean to hurt him, but he was drunk.

“Why not?” He pouted sadly, his eyes looking up at you as if you just betrayed him.

“I’m not going to marry you, Freddie. I’m sorry.” You scoffed awkwardly, wanting to just get the hell out of that situation. He could only nod. You told him you didn’t want to marry him and it broke him.

Fred slowly took a step back, glancing at George who mouthed to him, “Why the fuck would you do that?!”

The ginger turned around in shame and embarrassment and walked out of the common room, still holding the rose delicately as he looked down at it.

Turning back around, you noted that thankfully, no one had noticed the interaction. And that’s when Mattheo stepped closer to you. “You gonna tell me what that was about?”

Shrugging in response, you spoke back. “I dunno. He was drunk.”

“Well he wouldn’t have said that if there wasn’t something going on between you two. I thought you liked me.”

With narrowed eyes, you crossed your arms. “If you’re this possessive, not anymore.”

The situation didn’t go any further, George stepping in to defend you. Making a break for it, you stepped out of the common room and stood at the platform waiting for a staircase to lead you down stairs.

“Bloody hell.”

You were completely over him right? I mean, he was drunk. He didn’t mean any of that. He would forget about it soon enough and you would go back to being normal, to being best friends again. Unless someone decided to bring it up to him…

This was so frustrating, your head was throbbing, you had a terrible migraine and were so stressed as to what you should do.

Obviously you felt terrible for saying no, knowing that it would hurt him, but he didn’t mean it, and you weren’t going to marry someone while you were in school. Or right after graduating, it just didn’t make sense.

And you wanted to get to know them as a significant other. You knew a lot about Fred but you didn’t know what he was like as a boyfriend. Who knows, maybe he was quite similar, taking in account the fact that you were very comfortable with each other and you knew him head to toe, what he liked, his favourite things, what he looked like shirtless, the few times you'd walked in on him getting out of the shower when you thought he already had his towel on.

You just stood there, contemplating your next move. You wouldn't ever forgive yourself if you just left him wherever he was, sad and depressed and drunk.

He wouldn't forgive you. Or worse, he wouldn't forget.

You realized you had a bottle of water in your hand, not even remembering when you grabbed it, but assumed you did in the hurry of getting away from Mattheo, that it was for Fred to sober up.

'Where could he be?'

There was an opening to head down the stairs and you took it, scrambling down them as quickly as possible to catch the next one and get down quicker.

Maybe he could be at the astronomy tower but that just didn't seem right. Your gut told you to just wander the corridors until you found him, so that's what you did.

You had almost tripped as you ran down the stairs, turning a random corner into one of the corridors with a couple of classrooms in it. You fast walked, looking left and right too see if you saw anyone, occasionally looking for prefects or teachers on their night shift. You wondered how they didn't know about the party, or maybe they chose to ignore it to avoid finding or seeing anything they didn't want to deal with.

Ten minutes had passed, you were almost sure you were halfway across the school by now since you had jogged through the halls.

This was a part of the school you barely recognized, it seemed as if there wasn't much traffic around here until finally, you turned a corner into an abandoned corridor, a faint sound of someone breathing shakily.

"Freddie?" You called softly, standing in the middle of the corridor far enough into his view so that he wouldn't be startled.

He was sat against the wall, his knees lifted off the ground to support his elbows as he was holding the red flower.

The boy looked up, your heart sinking as you saw him wipe his eyes.

"What...?" he asked, but it sounded more like a statement.

You were standing about twenty steps away from him so you decided to lessen that gap.

"...Are you okay?" You questioned as you stood in front of him.

He looked up at you, his eyes were red and puffy and you could tell that he had been crying for a while. The eye contact was hard for him so he looked back down at the rose.

"I'm fine." He sniffed.

You sighed and sat next to him, handing one of the bottles of water to him, but he just looked at it.

"Drink up, love. Don't want you to be cranky because of a hangover tomorrow." You giggled. He pursed his lips and grabbed the bottle of water and held it, you unscrewed the cap for him and he took a couple of gulps.

He turned the bottle upward, holding it up for the water to flow down his throat faster. You couldn't help but stare at him, his perfectly sharp jawline, the way his Adam's apple moved up and down was quite mesmerizing.

Fred already drank half of it, lowering the bottle and wiping the excess water from his lips. You looked away and cleared your throat awkwardly.

"Thanks." He whispered, setting the bottle down on the other side next to him.

"Mhm," you hummed, looking up at his face but he just kept staring at the damn rose.

You looked at it too, it was beautiful, his big hands held it delicately, despite the fact that they were so rough and calloused.

"You were right, Freddie. Mattheo really is an asshole." You spoke softly, trying to ease the tension.

His head whipped to look at you, "What did he do?" He questioned, his face contorted into something predatory, as if he would hunt down Mattheo and kill him if he did anything to you.

"Nothing bad, he just got possessive and thought you and I were a thing and that I lead him on."

"Told you so." He sighed, looking back at his rose.

"I..." He wanted to say something more, you could tell, but it didn't come out right away, he hesitated.

He decided to just shut his mouth and not say anything to avoid embarrassing himself further.

"Why did you ask me to marry you?" You asked softly, deciding not to keep avoiding the subject.

The redhead turned to look at you with a blush covering his face.

"Because—" he paused, looking for the right words. The boy blinked once, finding the words and resuming, "Because I love you." He replied, looking back at the rose.

"I mean, why else would I ask that..." He whispered.

"But you said you would never date me?" You said, slightly confused but still kind of teasing him.

He chuckled, "Yeah, I was lying. To you and to myself."

Exhaling, he continued. "Seeing you with Mattheo made me realize that..." Turning to look at you, he whispered, "Godric, I'm so in love with you." Fred had to look away, your eyes looked back into his and it was much more than he thought he could handle.

"I realized earlier today that I look at you a lot... And I like when you call me 'Freddie.'" He smiled to himself.

"But... Why did you say no?" He looked at you seriously.

"I really do want to marry you, do all the things that couples do, hold hands, go on dates, make love, start a family—" he paused, grimacing at his own words in disgust.

"And—I probably should have kept that to myself..." He shook his head and put it in his hand, the other still holding the rose, laughing at himself in agonizing embarrassment.

You laughed lightly, "Okay, I think you should drink more of that water." You giggled and he looked at you, smiling.

"Yeah..." He whispered, his breath still had a strong sense of alcohol, his words were clear but it was definitely far from out of his system since he kept pouring his heart out to you.

"You're so beautiful." He admitted, moving his free hand to tuck a stray hair behind your ear.

Fred gently set the rose down, focusing on you. You were close enough to see his pupils dilate, his eyes flickering to your lips and then back to your eyes.

"I’d like to kiss you." He said it in a quiet voice, afraid that anyone would hear him say such a thing to you.

Fred was slowly leaning in, you panicked and didn't know what to do, you really did want him to kiss you, but he was drunk. It felt like every word he said to you just now didn't count at all.

You just shut your eyes and waited. Fred saw this and he thought that you didn't want any of this, that he really just told you he loved you for nothing. It made his heart heavy.

Not long passed until you felt his lips on the corner of your mouth. You opened your eyes only to see him looking back at you with no emotion. His hand dropped from your face and he turned to grab the rose again, this time handing it to you.

"This isn't a ring, but it was the closest thing I could find that came close to how pretty you are. You can keep it. Or throw it away, I don't care." He sighed, lifting himself off the ground and leaning back down to grab his bottle of water.

He saluted with two fingers and began walking away.

"Wait," you said, standing up and walking towards him, he turned around to look at you, his face numb, or sad, or angry. You couldn't tell.

"I love you too, Freddie. I had the biggest crush on you a couple years ago but you didn't like me back then so I gave up..."

His mouth fell slightly open, eyes looking back at you, waiting for you to continue.

"It's just that you're not yourself. You're under the influence of fucking firewhiskey and I feel like you didn't mean any of what you said and.. That you'll just forget tomorrow."

He licked his lips and stepped towards you, "You do realize that firewhiskey is basically just veritaserum but with other effects too... Right?" A small smile formed on his lips. "And how could I forget that I'm mad about you?"

Gosh he was so tall and muscular you just wanted to jump his bones at the moment. But the closest thing you had the courage to do was step closer to him and pull him in for a kiss. He returned it, sighing deeply. He smelled nice despite the hard liquor. His arms wrapped around you in a tight embrace and held his hands on your back. He smirked into the kiss, one of his hands slowly sliding down towards where your ass was, but as soon as he reached it you smacked his arm, making him giggle into the kiss.

Pulling away, he looked down at you with a grin. “You know I’m not very good at keeping my hands to myself when it comes to you.”

“Oh shut up.” Shaking your head playfully, you thought back on his words, realizing there was always an excuse to touch you. But it didn’t matter, you were into it and he mostly did it to see your scowling reactions to get a kick out of it. This made you realize he wasn’t very different as a boyfriend than as a friend.

#fred weasley angst #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley fic #fred weasley fluff #iz writes #fanfiction #fanfic #fluff #angst #writing

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in the early days of his career, johnny does a lot of random commercials and sonya falls in love with the guy on her tv every night

for cageblade week day 6: guilty pleasures 🫧

Fairy of shampoo by Light & Salt whenever i see her, i'm not lonely even with my sad heart, it disappears far away she's my fairy of shampoo from this moment on, i will love her

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2024 ♥️

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Drew CageBlade like that one pic LMAOSO

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Wild cuties🦅🦘

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Your bitch just got motivation to actually write LMFAO

Im gonna post the last few parts of that dave lizewski fic soon, a SUPER old fred weasley fic i finished and never proofread and posted, bring to life an outline for mk11 johnny cage cuz im a slut for him atm, and probably write a smut for him too because i’m sick

#writing #fanfiction #fanfic #iz writes #dave lizewski fic #mk11 johnny cage #mk1 johnny cage #fred weasley x reader #idk what to tag this as

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What do you think about Johnny Cage's massive double jiggle physics dumpy phat gyat that causes earthquakes all the way in the outer realm from the shear clapping of those extraordinarily extraterrestrial cheeks (・ω・)

YAN YOU NEED TO DUCKING TONE IT DOWN A NOTCH

#writing #fanfic #iz writes #ask #johnny cage #mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat

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Ok so i may or may not be postponing masked adversary to write a johnny cage fic…

#writing #fanfiction #fanfic #fluff #iz writes #angst #johnny cage #mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage angst #johnny cage fluff

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Send me asks while i finish masked adversary chapter 4 i’m bored af 🗣️🗣️

#writing #fanfiction #iz writes #anon ask #anonymous

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Masked Adversary | D.L.

MASTERLIST

this fics masterlist

Pt. III

fandom: Kick-Ass

pairings: Dave Lizewski/Kick-Ass x F!Reader

WARNINGS: cussing, subtle mention of a wound, idk not much else i can think of 🤣

summary: You and Dave have lost a childhood friendship. The circumstances have made you grow to despise one another, until Kick-Ass has no one else to turn to but you, causing him to develop a small crush. The only problem being that you don't know it's him.

WC: 3K

gif not mine LOL!!

A/N: sorry for the delay lovelies, this part is a liiiiittle lame but i promise to give you what you want in the next. Xx

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You realized the next day there were a limited number of guys with those beautiful blue eyes and brown hair. Only three of them felt worth considering, for the others had voices that sounded too different or hobbies that contrasted with Kick-Ass’ obvious interests.

On your way to second hour, you noticed one of them walking down the hall as you switched books from your locker. You looked at him, hoping he would notice. He made eye contact with you for a second and smiled, but since you didn’t really know him, he kept on walking.

You thought maybe if that was him then he would have tried to avoid talking to you, for the obvious reason that he couldn’t have you knowing his identity.

You hoped it was that guy rather than any of the others. He was pretty good looking and a few girls you knew had a crush on him. Of course he was oblivious though.

“Hey Cleo.” You smiled as Cleo leaned against the locker next to yours.

“I think I’m getting a Kick-Ass fever.” She spoke. Thinking of the events of the night before, you replied. “How so?”

“I can’t stop thinking about him… And what you told me about him yesterday.”

“Right, yeah…” You chewed the tissue on the inside of your cheek, biting back a grin that dared to creep up on your face knowing you were the girl getting the action with Kick-Ass out of all his fans.

“Anything new happen with him? Did he send you anything on MySpace?” She winked, making you scoff in disgust.

“Um well…”

Cleo lit up in excitement, “What happened!?”

“He got hurt. Like real bad, and I patched him up and…”

“Please tell me what I think you’re gonna say,” She smiled, biting her bottom lip as she gripped your bicep from elation.

“I kissed him…” You smiled, she stared in utter shock but you knew she was happy for you.

“Cleo, promise me you won’t say anything because I really don’t want his fangirls to bombard me with questions only to TP my house.” You looked at her seriously.

“Of course.” She nodded sincerely.

“Was he a good kisser?” She whispered feverishly.

“Well, I could tell he didn’t have that much experience at first, and he even admitted to it, but he got the hang of it really quick.” You giggled. “And… He’s got really nice muscles.” You grinned, Cleo’s eyes widening, “Wait so—“

“He had to take his suit off for me to fix him up.”

The conversation continued as you told her in detail about what happened. You made your way to your next class, spotting Marty, Dave, and Todd walking through the crowd.

“Hey guys,” Spoke Cleo, stopping on the side of the corridor and getting their attention quickly but there was nothing you could do.

“Hi,” You greeted them as well. Dave looked gone. He had incredibly dark circles like he didn’t get any sleep. He also had a bruise forming on his left eye, and a cut on his lip.

“‘Sup.” Todd replied. Marty saluting you as well.

Dave smiled at Cleo, soon turning to you and feeling his knees weaken. He knew he couldn’t act differently, or else you would know. He knew you weren’t stupid.

“Hi.” His voice almost trembling as he swallowed, trying to avoid your gaze.

“Hey asshole.” You said chuckling.

He rolled his eyes and suddenly, he forgot that he made out with you twelve hours ago.

“What happened to your eye…?” You pointed at your own, mirroring the area in which he had the bruise.

“I got jumped again.” He said simply, looking into your eyes in an attempt to make it believable.

He wanted to look away from you, so that you wouldn’t catch on, but he just couldn’t. He noticed how your hair was getting in your face and he just wanted to push it out of the way to look at your pretty face.

Maybe he was spacing out? Probably tired from how much homework he had or something. You assumed lack of sleep from all that was why he looked so drained.

“You guys wanna get coffee at Atomic Comics later?” Cleo asked.

You shot her a look. She looked back, slightly nodding at Todd, whom she had a big crush on, but you knew he wouldn’t pick up on it. And you knew Cleo was too much of a pussy to ask him out alone.

Dave looked at you both, “We have to study for that project thing from sixth period,” pointing between you and himself.

“Right, yeah.” You sighed in annoyance.

He lowered his eyes, noticing your reaction. Okay so clearly you haven’t found out it’s him yet. Maybe if you knew it was him then you’d like him more? That being the answer he preferred, or you’d get really fucking pissed and call him things he wasn’t.

“We gotta get to class, Cleo.” You reminded her, holding onto the strap of your backpack and slowly moving towards the middle of the hall to begin your walk to second period.

"Bye," Dave spoke up, mostly to you, but his voice cracked as he realized he let it slip out.

You turned to him along with the others, the four of you looking at him strangely. His face began heating up from embarrassment so he cleared his throat, biting his lip as he pushed past you to make his way to his next class.

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Most of your morning was uneventful as usual, walking past Dave in the halls but it seemed like he lost his breath each time he spotted you. For the first few minutes of lunch, you and Cleo sat with Marty and Todd again, but somehow Dave hadn't joined you yet.

"Yeah, but that's because it's Superman." You heard Cleo state as you were brought back to reality.

"Are there any super heroes who's love interest doesn't like them until they reveal themselves as a super-hero?" Cleo turned to you.

"Uh, yeah I'm pretty sure there are." you answered.

Just then you spotted Dave making his way to your table, an irritated expression on his face.

"What happened to you?" Said Todd.

“The teacher made me go to the counselor's office." He motioned to his face with his index finger.

“Right. What'd she ask you about?" You spoke up as he sat down.

His eyes shot in your direction, almost like he forgot you were there. He swallowed as he answered your question. "She told me I should reach out to an adult if I'm getting mistreated at home or…being…bullied." He spoke like it was the most ridiculous story he'd ever told.

You giggled, "Well, what'd you tell her?"

"That I got jumped? Duh."

“Did you?” You questioned seriously.

He looked at you for a second, “Yeah.” He said simply, hoping you wouldn’t ask any further. Technically, he wasn’t lying. He did get jumped. But not for the sake of being robbed. They were trying to kill him.

“I’m glad you’re okay…I guess.” You admitted, earning looks from everyone else at the table.

Dave had to bite back the widest grin. “Um... Thanks.” He meant it. He obviously couldn’t tell you but you were pretty much the whole reason he was okay with how you stitched him up.

“…What?” You looked back at the other three. “If he wasn’t okay I’d have to do the project all by myself.” You said, trying to crack a joke out of it even if you were serious about him being okay.

“Anyway…” Cleo suddenly perked up, remembering what had happened with Kick-Ass.

“Oh yeah, someone over here has been getting real close with Kick-Ass these past few days.” She nudged your arm, smirking.

“Wait, really?” Marty spoke, “What’s he like, is he like avenging his parents,” he joked, earning a chuckle from Todd. Dave was oddly quiet.

“I dunno. He said he just wanted to see what it was like, I guess? And that he wanted to help people because no one else does.”

“Cute.” Said Cleo.

“Laaaame.” Spoke Marty, Todd soon agreeing with him.

“Didn’t you also kiss him?” Cleo spoke up.

You hit her arm, rolling your eyes as you were faced with having to admit.

“Dude, he's a superhero. He kisses like a ton of girls.”

He didn't know why you had lied about that but was grateful.

“Was he a good kisser?”

You didn’t understand for having to ask all this in front of the small group of boys. What you did know, was that the room got pretty hot with the position you were in.

Dave looked up at you expecting an answer as Todd and Marty watched you disinterested and kept on eating.

“Yeah.” You said.

He felt his stomach twist at your words, locking eyes with you for long enough to feel a blood rush in his face.

“Dave, what exactly did they do to your face? I mean all they had to do was put you on the ground right, not rip your face off.” You asked curiously, suddenly changing the topic.

He was at a loss for words for a minute, mouth vaguely ajar and still trying to recover from the fact you thought he was a good kisser.

“I got punched in the face like five times and I was also st—” He paused, forgetting he got stabbed and that you stitched it up. “stabbed—in the back…” He tried making it sound convincing.

“Right, got it.” You paused. “Do you wanna get a cab home together? Now I’m scared shitless to get one by myself, and you live like right next to me so… We can both avoid getting our asses robbed.” You chuckled.

“Okay…?” He he squinted, glancing at Marty and Todd which looked at him like he was out of his mind.

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You’d been sitting on the curb in front of the school, waiting for what had been about half an hour for Dave.

“Hey, sorry. Mr. Duaine wanted to talk with me.” Dave’s familiar voice rang out as he approached you.

“It’s okay. I called a cab a few minutes ago, should be getting here in a bit.” You answered.

Dave sat down next to you, the sun hitting both your heads with a sickening heat. But the silence was peaceful somehow, it didn’t get awkward.

“Hey, Dave?”

He turned his head to look at you, his eyes squinting from the brightness of the sun. But remembering what happened last night, he couldn't keep his gaze on you for too long.

“Hm?”

Chewing on your lip, you held out your hand to him. “Friends?”

He took a moment to look at your hand, lifting his eyes back up at you. He hesitated, and you didn’t blame him. “What?” He looked at you accusingly.

You looked back down at the concrete in front of you, trying to find whatever words you had in the back of your mind to try and explain yourself.

“I…”

You faced him, “I think I don’t hate you that much anymore.”

He let out a soft laugh, “You think?”

You threw a small pebble you found onto the street before you two. “…Sorry I cut you off like that…”

You sighed. “I miss being friends with you. You were my best friend and I shoved it up my ass because you liked a girl and hadn’t even gotten to that point of my life yet...” You paused, “I mean, starting to crush on boys…” you added. “I didn’t understand why you liked her so much when I thought we were supposed to be focused on stupid shit like comics. You grew up before me and it made me feel horrible.”

Dave only stared at you with his lips parted, like he was going to say something, but nothing slipped out. Hearing all this from you made him want to make out with you again.

“Obviously at this point I understand you, but… You didn’t have to push me away, y’know? After a while you kinda just ignored me or turned me down when I wanted to hang out.”

Dave’s heart grew heavier with your words. He never knew how much it affected you, he thought you didn’t care about the friendship you had either and that you just dropped him for no reason. Gosh he was so fucking blind.

“I’m sorry.” He said simply, gazing at the ground in front of him.

“I miss being friends with you too.” Dave finally brought his eyes to yours, giving you a soft, but guilty smile.

“I’m sorry I treated you like that. I mean, you’re the only friend I had for that long. You were also the only girl I could talk to without embarrassing myself.” He paused, turning to you and seeing your eyebrows furrowed.

“Wait—“ His eyes widened, “that—that sounds wrong—I mean, you… I—I don’t like you like that, um… I was just wanting to say that—since I could talk to you, I…” He still wasn’t getting his point across and only embarrassed himself further.

“Fuck, I… You know what I meant.“ He chuckled awkwardly.

“Yes, I get your point, Dave.” You chuckled.

“Okay, good.” he breathed, scoffing at himself but his face flushed red.

"Are you blushing?" You felt your heart skip before biting back a laugh, considering that everything he said was ridiculous. “Two years without me and you already miss me so much you get a crush on me?” You finally giggled.

“Shut up,” he rolled his eyes at your laughter, “Gross.”

“You asshole!” you smacked his arm.

He let himself laugh along with you, until suddenly his mind began flooding with thoughts of how you kissed him the night before. How soft and warm your lips were, how your hands felt touching his chest, playing with his hair. How he was resisting so hard not to tell you who he was and that he knew you, not to beg you to touch him in ways he’s never been touched before.

He did think of you that way although he’d never admit it out loud.

“Whatever.” You scoffed, completely oblivious to the fact that, in reality, this boy was head over heels for you.

“Fine.” He held his hand out like you had just done for him, “Friends. I guess.” He playfully rolled his eyes and you took it with no hesitation, giving him a firm shake.

“So uh,” he began as he let go of your hand, “You and Kick-Ass.” He hid a smile.

You scoffed, “What, are you jealous?” you smirked.

“Ew.” He scorned. “The way you talked about him at lunch, thanks for giving me something to relentlessly make fun of you for. Imagine liking a guy you don’t even know.” he teased. But you could have him all you wanted. You did have him, all to yourself, unbeknownst to you.

“Shut up, Dave! It’s not like I’m in love with him. I don’t think I’d even date him...” You laughed

He took a nervous breath, like somehow you could read his mind, that he was practically lying to you and you knew.

In the current moment he wanted to kiss you like he did yesterday. So perilously. But not just kiss you, he wanted to love you. He kept watching you as your laugh died down and you smiled, looking elsewhere. A smile threatened to break upon his lips because of how pretty you looked and that beautifully contagious smile.

Dave was snapped from his thoughts as he heard a car approaching, looking in the direction of the cab as it pulled up in front of the two of you. The boy stood up first, quickly grabbing your hand to pull you up, and surprisingly, he opened the door for you. You decided to scoot all the way to the other side so that he wouldn’t have to walk around.

“Where to?”

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Not long passed before you were dropped off at the entrance to your neighborhood.

“Thank you!” You called, Dave paying the driver what was due as she drove away.

“Thanks for getting that.” You told Dave, grateful that he had payed for you.

“Yeah…” He replied, adjusting his backpack as he turned to walk next to you. You heard a quiet wince and noticed a little grimace on his face.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“Yes. I’m good.” He replied quickly, squirming in his place.

"You sure?" You watched him with a look of concern.

"Yeah, just a bruise from yesterday."

You only nodded, beginning to walk down the sidewalk to get home.

"So..." Dave began speaking after a moment, although the silence was comfortable, he still wanted to talk to you.

"Were you able to get any part of the project done last night?" You asked.

"I stayed up super late writing my part. What about you?"

You didn't realize that 'late' meant he was up until 2 AM because of everything that had happened.

"I started kind of early but..." You paused, remembering how Kick-Ass had gotten hurt. "Some...stuff happened and I got distracted... I only got to write like two paragraphs."

He smiled, he got you so distracted that you couldn't even finish your homework. He felt proud to be so memorable as Kick-Ass.

"What happened?" He asked this out of 'curiosity.'

"Uh my friend called and we were talking all night..." You lied.

"Oh, alright." He bit back a smile.

"What about you? Why were you up so late?"

"I was just... I had some stuff to take care of with my dad a—and we got home kind of late, so…”

“Mm.” You nodded.

As you stepped foot on your porch, you turned to salute Dave until you saw him later.

“Just come over at like seven.” You suggested, smiling and sending a small wave soon after.

“Okay, see you.” He subtly sized you up, flashing his dimpled smile before walking back to his own home.

Since when was his smile so attractive?

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Thank you for reading!

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I JUST GOT THE BEST FRICKEN IDEA FOR AN ANGST HURT/COMFORT FIC BUT ITS A CHARACTER LITERALLY NOBODY KNOWS ABOUT FROM A 2010 ROMCOM MOVIE???

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Another Nightmare? | M.O.

MASTERLIST

fandom: Marvel

pairings: Miguel O’Hara x Latina!F!Reader

WARNINGS: Just imagine yourself as a puerto rican ig because we come in all colors ;) kissing, smut :3 boobie touching LOL, biting, blood consumption cuz im insane :D, oral (f), fingering, size kink (?) p in v, breeding kink ig, his talons clawing into you xx, cockwarming… miguel isn’t an unrealistically animalistic airhead in this (ahem like most fics i read ahem) BUT he’s still rough in a gentle way and in control obvi ;^ i think that’s it 🤨 oh and i proofread this like once lmao READER IS A SPIDER-PERSON BTW

summary: Miguel had a dream about you.

WC: 3.1k

gif not mine, enjoy losers!

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You woke up to the sound of the bedroom door opening, watching as Miguel walked through it. Turning over and checking the time, you realized it was almost two in the morning and you wondered what had woken Miguel up this late.

As you walked down the hall to the kitchen, you saw Miguel standing before the fridge, inspecting it’s contents.

“Migs, you alright?” You questioned, moving closer to him. He instinctively twitched and you knew something had to be wrong if he didn’t want you near him.

“I’m fine.” He spoke quietly, keeping his gaze somewhere in the fridge before he took the bottle of passion fruit juice you had sitting in there.

“Qué pasó?” You frowned. “Did…Did you have another nightmare…?”

“No…” He sighed. “Just can’t sleep.” He opened the bottle and took a gulp straight from it before bringing it back down and putting it away.

“I see…” You chewed the inside of your cheek nervously, turning back around to go back to bed. “I’ll… See you tomorrow.” Walking back to your room, you thought this might be a night where he’d sleep on the couch again, depriving you of his warm touch. You hated those nights and although you’d never gotten intimate with Miguel, you couldn’t help but feel hollow. His presence and weight on the mattress was the only thing helping you drift off.

“Hey…” He called out to you softly as you pushed the door of your room open.

“Hm?” You looked back at him, unable to hide your frown.

“It’s not about you…” He adverted his eyes to the side before bringing a hand up to cover his face. “Well…” He couldn’t help but chuckle from embarrassment. “It is about you…”

Miguel peeked at you through his fingers, “I’m just…” He sighed heavily.

Turning your body to face him, you scanned him for no reason in particular. Your eyes landed on his again with a look of concern before you did a double take and glanced at his crotch, noticing a subtle bulge. You couldn’t help the blood rush making it’s way to your face.

He noticed this and dragged both hands down his face before running them through his hair with a sigh.

“I had a dream about you. About us…” he looked elsewhere again.

Swallowing hard, you felt jittery all of a sudden. “What happened…?” You couldn’t help but bite back a smile.

“We…” He scoffed at himself. “I…” he hid a smile too. “We bred.” That was the best and simplest way to describe it.

You looked at him confused for a moment before processing what he said.

“We got married… We had kids… Then we wanted more.” He looked up at you, his lopsided smile more prominent.

It wasn’t that you guys weren’t ready to do any of that, trust him. He was just as ready as you were. But he didn’t have time. Neither of you did. You were back in your dimension being the Spider-Girl you were supposed to be, and he was everywhere else, keeping the multiverse from falling apart. You both thought of the risks of being together, until you realized it was nearly harmless. As long as what you did with him as your boyfriend didn’t get in the way of canon events, it would be alright. Because for fuck’s sake, he had thousands of other spider-people in his universe for crying out loud.

Miguel walked over to you. “You were amazing. So beautiful...” He smiled tiredly, reaching to place a hand on your cheek as he kissed the other.

“So sweet…” Moving his hand down to the side of your neck, he placed another kiss on that side of your face before bringing his lips just below your ear. He planted a lingering kiss there before he whispered in a husky voice.

“So flexible.” He moved his face away, smiling and keeping his gaze on your lips. “I need you.” He whispered. “I’ve needed you for so long…” He chuckled again. “Can’t even sleep because of it.”

You licked your lips, keeping your eyes on his. “Me too…”

His gaze moved to your eyes, pleading silently. “Can we…?” You knew what he was referring to. Not a second went by before you nodded, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him into the bedroom.

“Ay,” he chuckled at your excitement, allowing himself be dragged by you. Letting yourself fall backwards onto the mattress, you pulled him down with you, catching his lips in a kiss. He sighed into it, resting his elbow beside your head as his other hand moved down to squeeze your waist.

“Miguel…” You kept your eyes on his lips, dragging a hand down his chest as you pulled at the hem.

“Qué necesitas, mi amor, hmm? Tell me.” He breathed, allowing you to pull his shirt off over his head.

Releasing a low moan at the sight of his bare chest, he giggled at the sound, diving in to kiss your neck and dragging his hand up and down your thigh.

“Tell me.” He spoke again.

“You. I need you…” You spoke just above a whisper, digging your nails into his shoulder at the lack of satisfaction.

He chuckled. “Be more specific.” He slipped his tongue out and dragged it across your jugular, threatening to bite but holding back so not to hurt you.

“Fuck… Just—make me feel good…” You paused, thinking about what he told you of his dream. Leaning your head a bit, you whispered into his ear. “Breed me.”

Miguel chuckled, nuzzling his face into your neck as he blushed. “…Don’t tease…” He questioned if you were poking fun at him or not. He pulled back to look at you once more. His eyes scanned your features and he knew you were serious. Your face told him everything.

He glanced at your lips again before moving down and kissing you desperately, a low groan coming from him. It was now that you began to feel his hard-on against your thigh. He began grinding slowly as his mouth pried yours open, slipping his tongue past your lips. You let out a quiet moan and moved a hand to the back of his head, guiding his mouth against yours. His tongue overpowered yours with no effort, pulling away just barely enough to tug at your bottom lip with his teeth. He let go as it smacked back into place, making his breath shake.

He swallowed a lump in his throat as he lowered himself again, kissing your throat and dragging his tongue down to your collar bone.

“Take this off.” He spoke softly but you knew he wasn’t asking. You quickly pulled up your shirt, slipping it over and off your head as he stared down at you, admiring your bare body for the first time.

A long enough moment passed and you began feeling insecure, moving your arms across your chest and looking to the side.

“Say something…” you requested, feeling embarrassed. You thought he might not like it, maybe he didn’t like the shape of your torso? Maybe he didn’t think it fit your face…?

He blinked. “Mi amor…” He placed a hand on your arms. Miguel took his bottom lip into his mouth, biting it subconsciously. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

You chuckled with a muddled expression. “I am?”

He only whined, “Let me look at you.” He spoke, softly tugging at your arms and you reluctantly pulled them away, leaving you exposed. He traced every inch of you with his hand before he brought it to your breast, gently kneading it in his hand as he watched the soft flesh move under his fingers.

“So pretty.” He sighed, lowering his head to the other one, keeping his eyes on your face as he wrapped his lips around your nipple, swirling his tongue around it cautiously.

“Miguel,” you moaned his name softly, making him perk up at the way it sounded.

“Yes?” He smiled cheekily as he kissed the side of your breast, leaving a hickey.

You couldn’t get the words out and only sighed, looking at him with a pleading expression.

“Por supuesto.” He smiled, kissing down your ribs and below your belly, stopping at the hem of your pajama shorts. He hooked a finger onto it, pulling it down along with your panties, wanting to get it all off at once.

His hands gripped at the outer sides of your thighs, holding them apart. He licked your thigh before kissing it gently, smirking at your reactions.

His fangs poked out and he pulled away, confused at his lack of control with them all of a sudden. You propped yourself up on your elbows to look at him. “What happened?”

“Nothing…” He tried retracting them but it was of no use.

You noticed this and bit your lip. “Bite me.”

“What?” He looked up at you.

“Bite me, Miggy…”

He hesitated for a moment before smiling, dragging the two sharp teeth across the skin of your legs. “You sure?” He needed reassurance.

Nodding vigorously, he planted another kiss. His fangs poked lightly at your skin, almost tickling you until he bit down harshly, sinking his teeth into your thigh.

You let out a groan at the pain, bringing your legs together but he held them apart. He pulled his teeth out and sucked the blood left behind, lapping at the flow of the red liquid. He began kissing closer and closer to your lips, teasing you as much as he could before he dove in, licking a stripe up your slit and wrapping his lips around your clit.

Moaning quietly, he began sucking on the sensitive nub, bringing his free hand and slowly pushing in his index finger. You arched your back and threw your head back, making Miguel stop. He kept his still finger inside you as he spoke.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he urged in a low voice, not aggressively but enough that you knew he wouldn’t let you finish if you didn’t. You brought your head up to look at him again.

He brought his mouth back down to your pussy, beginning to move his finger in and out of you slowly. He had long, thick fingers, making you wonder how big his dick was.

“Shit,” you cursed under your breath, closing your eyes for a moment but remembering to look at Miguel.

He smiled against your clit, pushing in yet another finger. He forced them both further this time, curling them up into your g-spot as you arched your back. His eyes stayed on yours as he held the flat of his tongue against your clit. His digits thrusted into you at a slightly quicker pace, making a crease form in between your eyebrows, your lips parting.

“Feel good?” He asked politely, the vibrations of his voice sending a shiver up your spine. You nodded. “Yes, Miguel, please don’t stop…”

He sighed, pulling his fingers out and his lips popping off your nerve.

“Sorry, mi amor… Want you cumming while I’m inside you.” He felt bad for pulling your orgasm out of your grasp. You frowned too, that was until he stood up, displaying a super obvious bulge. It looked like there was a literal log stuffed in his pants, perpendicular to his body.

You stared at it, your legs instinctively spreading on their own. Miguel smiled softly. “Do you wanna help me, or…?”

Quickly sitting up, you reached for his sweatpants and pulled on the string, loosening them and desperately pulling them down. He stood in his boxers now, allowing nearly nothing to remain for the imagination. Your fingers traced his V-line, causing him to huff out a breath.

“I thought I told you not to tease…” he sighed, watching your hands closely. Hooking your fingers on his boxers, you finally pulled them down, leaving his erection on full display. It was nearly red, clearly it’s been untouched by anyone but his own right hand for a long time.

You couldn’t help but trace a finger along a vein on the side, making him moan quietly. “Please, mi amor.” he chuckled. “Don’t be like this…”

Your hand wrapped around him, spreading the precum on his tip with your thumb. He grabbed your shoulder, grinding into your hand, desperate for release.

Letting go, you laid back down, spreading your legs for him and smiling, reaching your arms out to him. “C’mere,” you giggled, excited to feel him inside you already. He smiled and leaned down, hovering over you. You paused.

“Wait…” you bit your lip nervously. He leaned back to look at you, a look of concern all over his face. “Qué pasó, princesa?”

“Can we try something…?”

His head tilted to the side, a small smirk on his lips. “Like what?”

“I think about taking you in every position, night and day… But I always tend to think of taking you from behind…”

Miguel’s face was red, the blush reaching his ears. His heart raced at the confession, although he thought about giving it to you in more ways than one. He bit his lip and smiled. “Of course, mami.”

You bit back a smile and quickly flipped yourself over. Miguel pulled your hips back harshly, making you yelp. He chuckled at your reaction, taking himself in his hand and slowly stroking himself, keeping a firm grip on your hip. He lined his tip up with your pussy, shuddering at your wetness against him. He teased you, moving it up and down your slit and smiling, waiting for your sweet voice to tell him to just fuck you already.

“Ay coño, Miguel!” You scolded. He laughed softly before pushing in slowly, not wanting to overwhelm you so quickly. As he bottomed out, you felt your body relax, your back arching at a sharp angle as your chest rested on the mattress, your arms wrapped around a pillow as you sighed.

“See?” You could hear the smile in his voice. “Flexible.”

You playfully rolled your eyes before he pulled out slowly, pushing himself back in with the same gentleness and drawing out a soft moan from him. “Is this okay, baby?” He needed your approval before he could pick up his pace.

“Sí, Miguelito. Love how you feel inside me…” you whined at his girth stretching you out.

He took that as a sign that he could continue, his hips pulling back before he pushed back into you, repeating this movement until he was moving at an easy rhythm.

He sighed, “So tight, fuck…”

You only hummed in response, stuffing your face into the pillow, his movements rocking you back and forth. You felt the weight of his hand next to your arm as his other snaked around your waist, keeping you steady with his thrusts getting harder.

You groaned, biting your wrist so to suppress it before you heard him speak. “I like your voice, princesa. Don’t be afraid to use it.” He smiled, kissing behind your ear. The hand on your belly moved lower, finding your clit and putting pressure on it, rubbing it in tight circles.

You clenched around him at the feeling, causing him to groan quietly into your ear.

“Miggy—“ you choked out his name. “I’m gonna cum…” you informed him. He kept his pace the same, hoping to get you off on his movements.

“F—Faster,” you choked out, “deeper…” you whined again, his movements making you more and more sensitive the longer he went on. You knew he wasn’t all the way in, because although he bottomed out, you barely felt his hips brushing against your ass. He wasn’t pressed up against you.

“Fuck,” he sighed. You moved your knees further apart and he was able to push himself further into you, making you cry out a sob as your eyes watered at his size. He pulled back, the warmth of his chest against your back leaving you as his pelvis began hitting against your ass, making his breaths heavier.

“I’m gonna cum too,” he groaned. You clenched around him once more, feeling your orgasm getting closer and closer. He started moaning with each thrust, throwing his head back as his hands groped your ass harshly.

“Miguel—“ you were able to choke his name out before your walls stuttered around him, your vision getting blurry as you finally came. Miguel felt your liquids around him, dripping out of you and flowing down your thighs, his cock being coated with them every time he pulled out.

He continued moving inside you, helping you ride out your orgasm as you tightened around him, making him whine loudly. “Princesa,” he moaned, “can I cum—fuck—inside you?” He grunted, subconsciously speeding up his pace.

“Yes, Migs… Breed me…Please.” You begged, your cunt growing sore already.

Miguel grunted, his thrusts coming to a sudden halt as he leaned back down, ropes of his cum pumping inside you. His talons protracted into your hips with his orgasm, moaning quietly against your shoulder and kissing it as he ground into you, his breaths hitching.

He finally relaxed behind you, softening inside you as he felt the mess of yours and his cum flowing down your legs and inevitably onto the sheets. He kissed the side of your neck gently before whispering. “That was fucking amazing.” He smiled against your skin. “Yeah…” you agreed, trying to ignore his claws digging into your skin.

You hissed and he noticed something wet at the tips of his fingers, panicking and immediately pulling his claws out of you, he began apologizing profusely. “I’m so sorry, princesa—” He leaned back down and kissed the top of your head. “I didn’t mean to do that… I’m sorry…” He frowned, realizing how much he’s hurt you within the first time he’s had sex with you.

“It’s okay, papito… I liked it…” you held back a wince, not wanting him to feel bad about anything he’s done because although it hurt, it turned you on. “Oh?” He raised an eyebrow and pulled out of you, making you sigh at the empty feeling. “I’ll be sure to do it again…” He went to get a warm wet towel and cleaned you up, dabbing softly at the bite mark on your leg that you completely forgot was there.

It began to sting as you recalled it and you hissed, making Miguel look up at you and pull away from the small wound. “Sorry.” He made a face. You could only smile at his carefulness. “It’s okay, handsome.” You grabbed his face and he smiled with surprise.

“Handsome?” He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your lips. “I’d like to get used to that…” Miguel smiled against your mouth. Pulling away again, he cleaned himself up and did his best to reverse the mess you left on the sheets. After he rinsed the towel out and put it in the laundry bin, he came back to bed and picked up his clothes along with yours.

“We’re not putting those back on, are we?”

He only smirked. “Why?”

“Just get in here, dummy.” You giggled, lifting the sheets for him to get in next to you. He didn’t hesitate for a second and dropped the clothes, climbing in under the covers with you. You placed a kiss on his chin and turned around to spoon with him. Miguel kissed your temple and sighed contently.

You nuzzled your ass against him as he raised an eyebrow. “Another round already?”

“I just like you inside me…” you whispered. “Feels empty without you.” You confessed.

He smiled warmly, grabbing a hold of himself, feeling himself hardening again already. He lifted your leg up and guided himself into you, sighing at your warmth. “I like being inside you too.”

You ground back on him, making him groan.

“You’re such a tease.”

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Masked Adversary | D.L.

Pt. II

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fandom: Kick-Ass

pairings: Dave Lizewski/Kick-Ass x F!Reader

WARNINGS: language! patching up an open wound, mentions of blood, wound descriptions, fluff OOOO, also angst because he knows you don’t like HIM, kinda proofread but idk..

summary: You and Dave have lost a childhood friendship. The circumstances have made you grow to despise one another, until Kick-Ass has no one else to turn to but you, causing him to develop a small crush. The only problem being that you don't know it's him.

WC: 3.1K

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A/N: Low key insane this is the first fic I write that isn’t smut ☠️ also sorry for posting this a day late mb…

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“Dammit,” You spoke as you quickly lifted your water bottle up from your desk. It had spilled all over your research papers and ruined some of the fresh ink.

“Fuck.”

You had already spent a little over an hour trying to get your information together and you needed a break. Grabbing your headphones, you made your way to the little sofa you had sitting by your window and took out a comic.

It was rare, but it didn’t take long for you to get bored, you had read this specific issue many times. The music made it that much more boring and you were getting restless. Cracking your window open just a bit, you heard the soft chirps of the birds and crickets outside, feeling some of the cool breeze enter into your room. The sun was set and there was still some twilight left over the New York skyline. You lived a few blocks from Dave, getting a decent view of the city although it was blocked by a tree near your window.

Soon after you had opened your window, you felt yourself getting drowsy, that breeze and the sounds of the night settling in almost made you doze off.

The state you were in wasn’t fully conscious, but you weren’t quite asleep either. You heard a faint sound outside your window, like some big bird just fell onto your roof. You tried to ignore it and relax, but soon you began hearing faint taps at your window.

How odd.

Your eyes slowly opened, allowing your pupils to adjust to the soft fluorescent light.

“Please,” You heard someone whisper, in that moment your eyes shot open and you jumped out of your chair, turning to your window.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” You almost yelled, keeping it quiet enough not to alarm your parents. Kick-Ass.

“You said I could—“ he groaned quietly, wincing.

“You said I could stop by if I needed something,” he sighed.

“What?” You questioned, confused at first until you noticed one of his gloves covered in blood, clutching his side.

“Please, you said…” He paused to take a breath, “Your mom’s a nurse, right? I—I can’t go to the cops or the hospital.”

“Well—I mean yeah, she’s a nurse, but… If she helps you she’s gonna end up telling someone.”

He only stood there and waited.

“I can patch you up myself,” You swiftly moved forward to open the window, allowing the boy into your room.

“Agh, fuck—” He groaned, you helped him walk over to your bed.

“Hold on,”

Setting a towel on your bed, you motioned for him to sit down, grabbing his batons from his back and setting them to the side. You ran to your closet to grab a cloth or anything similar.

“Here, put this on there with pressure, okay? I’ll be right back.” You gave him an old shirt and left your room to find a med kit your mom had somewhere downstairs.

He noticed the shirt you gave him and smiled softly. It was an old shirt you had matched with him, well, Dave, in middle school. It was really oversized when you got it, so it still fit. He was surprised you hadn’t thrown it away. It was a Robin shirt, himself owning the Batman one. He remembered how much you loved Robin.

Kick-Ass sighed as he waited for you, holding the shirt to his wound with as much pressure as he could to stop the bleeding.

“Okay,” you spoke out of breath, closing your door and locking it.

“Um…” You looked at him awkwardly, and he waited for you to continue. Clearly in pain.

“I’m gonna need you to take your suit off.” You informed, it was only necessary.

“Okay…” he hesitated, “I can’t really take the suit off...by myself,” he breathed. You could tell that speaking was quite the chore.

You moved towards him, helping him take his gloves off one at a time as either of his hands held the cloth to his wound. Sitting behind him, you unzipped his suit, pushing it off each one of his shoulders.

Woah.

His back was very well defined and it took everything in you not to graze your fingers along his muscles. He felt this, trying to hold in a smile.

“You’re gonna have to let go for a second, okay?” You warned him. Kick-Ass let go of the cloth on his cut, clenching his teeth as you pulled his suit down to his hips. The blood caused it to stick to the wound, it seemed to burn as you peeled it off.

“Shit,” He sighed in pain, taking a deep breath as you soaked a small towel in a little bowl of soap water. He frowned as you brought it up to the gash on his side.

“This is really gonna sting, so you should use something to bite on.” You handed him the cleaner glove and as soon as he bit down onto it, you began dabbing the cloth onto his injury.

He let out a significantly loud groan through the glove and tears welled up in his eyes, his breathing quickened due to the sharp, stinging pain of the soap seeping into his wound. He was seeing stars.

“Okay, we’re done.” You spoke, turning back to the med kit to take out a gauze pad. “This cut is too big to heal on its own, I’m gonna have to stitch it up…” You looked at him to make sure he was okay with it. He only nodded. You continued to dab at his skin to remove all the blood around the slash to see it clearly. It was a cut right above the chiseled area of his iliac furrow, a few inches to the left of an already healed scar that seemed to appear like another stab wound.

“You okay?” You asked him, just to make sure. He nodded once more, removing the glove from his mouth and smiling weakly as you grabbed a needle and suture. You noticed he had a pretty nasty cut on his lip, and his eye was starting to bruise.

“This one’s gonna hurt even more, right?” He joked.

“Yeah,” you chuckled. “Are you ready?”

Kick-Ass clenched his jaw, locking eyes with you for a moment, “Yeah,” he grunted, keeping his eyes glued to yours.

You pierced through his skin and his back straightened. Choking out an agony-filled moan, he threw his head back, his hand flying to cover his mouth. Your eyes widened looking up at him.

“If my parents hear you, it’s over.” You whispered and he nodded, chewing on his lip.

Continuing the process of piecing him together, he kept whining about how much it stung even with his fucked up nerve endings.

“Of course it’s gonna hurt, dipshit! How the fuck did this happen to you anyway?” You questioned.

“Oh y’know, some muggers with a knife. Guess they were serious about taking that lady’s bag.” He chuckled.

As you drove the needle through him one last time, he inhaled a sharp breath, gripping into your sheets for his life.

It was quiet for the moment in which you cleaned up, putting everything away and leaving out some bandages to put on him.

You could feel his gaze on you, but goodness, were you scared to look him in the eyes. You knew that if you looked, you’d wanna lean in and kiss him.

“Thank you,” He said, watching you intently as you got up to take the med kit back.

“No problem, Kick-Ass,” you smiled at him, and he couldn’t help but smile back. Your smile was super pretty and holy hell was this mask giving him confidence.

“I’m gonna go put this back, the bathroom’s right outside my door to the left, incase you wanna wash your face or something.” You made your way to your door and left it slightly ajar, so that no one would hear it open while you were downstairs.

Kick-Ass slowly limped into your bathroom, finally taking off his mask after closing the door. His face was covered in blood, so much more happened than some muggers with a knife. Frank D’Amico’s men had tried beating him senseless, but he oh so fortunately got away due to a patrol car nearing the area. Yes, he had made sure no one followed him to your home. He wouldn’t know what to do if he was the reason some fucked up kingpin tried to hurt you.

He washed his face as best he could without getting any blood anywhere, his left eye beginning to grow a soft red color.

You knocked softly on the door, “Hey, just come back to my room when you’re done. My parents are watching TV so you should be good.”

“Thanks.” He answered, staring at the door.

Guilt began to overcome him. He was lying to you, not only in keeping his identity from you, but in making up some bullshit about getting jumped by some "muggers."

He wanted to tell you it was him, but he found the thought embarrassing, maybe you would call him pathetic for this whole Kick-Ass thing, even the thought of coming to you when he had no one else was enough to make him cringe. He would rather get stitched up without anesthesia again than have you react badly and get angry at him for lying to you.

Sitting at your desk waiting for him, you finally heard the bathroom light shut off, the door just then clicking open. He limped into your room and you quickly ran to help him sit on the edge of your bed.

You grabbed the gauze, pausing and taking a look at him for a second. Goodness gracious, he was an Adonis of a man. He had really well toned arms, his abdominal muscles very defined as well. He was quite the specimen. And his eyes. The way he looked up at you, like some lost puppy, it made you melt.

“Um, just lift your arms up a bit,” You cleared your throat, embarrassed of the way you were thinking in such a moment.

He lifted his arms and you put the gauze over his now closed wound, grabbing a roll of bandages to wrap around his waist.

“Hold this here,” you told him as you knelt in front of him. Pulling the white fabric around his side, you had to move closer to him in order to reach for it with your other hand behind his back.

You tried focusing on what you were doing, but he kept staring holes into your head. His hand twitched, wanting to brush a stray hair from your face to see it clearly but he held back.

After wrapping the bandage around his waist a few times, you used some medical tape to keep it in place.

“Alright, I’m almost done.” you spoke, finishing up.

Kick-Ass spoke your name with a light tone. This startled you and you looked up at him to see what he was going to say. He only looked at you, glancing at your lips before looking away and it caused your heart to beat a million miles a minute.

“Thank you...” He finally moved his eyes to meet yours, a look of guilt upon whatever you could see of his face.

“I’m really sorry…” He frowned, looking at the ground next to you.

“It’s not your fault, Kick-Ass,” you reassured him without even knowing what he was talking about.

He shook his head as if he was about to speak but the two of you could only watch each other those following moments, your faces moving closer together like magnets. You didn't know why it felt so right in the moment, but you quickly leaned up and kissed him.

He slightly jumped but immediately kissed back. His lips were so plush and smooth, they felt like clouds. And he kissed you like no other boy had ever kissed you before. He kissed you with emotion, he didn’t just kiss you for the sake of kissing. Even if he wasn't the best at it.

The fabric of his mask brushed against your chin as he tilted his head to the side, moving himself closer to you. You felt like he was going to pull away because you were already starting to feel the need to breathe, but he kept kissing you.

Resting your hand on his chest, you felt his heart beating rapidly under your palm. You stood up, causing him to have to lean upwards in order to keep his lips attached to yours, but the movement caused him pain, making him release a grunt and quickly pull away.

“Sorry,” you apologized, referring to the kiss and the wound. He stared at you in utter surprise.

From now on, Dave knew he would look at you in a different light. Why’d you even kiss him? And what gave him such a desperate urge to keep his own lips connected to yours?

He chewed on his bottom lip, "It's okay..." He replied softly.

“I shouldn't have done that, right...? I—It won't happen again—“ You rambled, suddenly cutting yourself off and picking up the empty packaging of the bandages to throw them away and keep yourself busy.

Kick-Ass watched you pick things up with his jaw hanging, still trying to process the kiss and why he... Enjoyed it?

“You can do it again, if you want.” He mentally screamed at himself, why the fuck would he say that!?

You whipped your head around and stared at him from across the room, your face heating up like the Titanic's boiler room.

"I haven’t kissed anyone since like… sixth grade, so…" He chuckled.

Hiding a smile, "Yeah…that was kind of obvious." you spoke, scrunching your nose.

"Sorry." He looked away while giggling at how pathetic it was.

“It’s okay…” you smiled.

You sat next to him. "Everyone needs practice…” You said suggestively.

Turning to look at him, you saw that he was already gaping at you.

"Yeah..." He kept his eyes on yours this time. The reason he was so afraid to do so before was because he felt vulnerable, like you’d know it was him just by his eyes or something.

“So…” you began, “can I kiss you..?”

“Yes—“ he replied a little too quick for his own comfort. “I mean…Yeah.”

You placed your hand on the side of his neck and moved your head closer to his. You noticed him watching your mouth as it neared his, the palm of his hand coming to press against your lower back as you finally connected your lips.

He kissed you softly, innocently, almost like he was afraid you’d pull away if he kissed you any differently.

Moving one of your hands to rest on the back of his neck, you slipped your fingers under his mask, feeling a bit of his soft curls.

You just wanted to kiss him, missing the feeling of someone's mouth on your own. He felt the same, he didn’t feel judged on the fact he was kind of a shitty kisser.

The two of you sat there for a minute, his calloused hands moving from your waist to the sides of your face, the tips of his fingers playing with the shorter hairs on the nape of your neck.

“I hope you don’t hate me,” he breathed, mumbling against your mouth.

“Mm-“ You made a sound of confusion.

You began to realize why he had said it as he brought his hand up to the hem of his mask and began tugging it upward. Quickly pulling away, you reached for his wrist to stop him.

“Don’t do that…” You watched him, slightly alarmed.

His heart dropped, “Why not…?” he spoke, uneasy.

He couldn’t lie to you. Yeah sometimes he hated your guts and wanted you to just shut the fuck up, but today was a completely different story. He changed in the way he saw you. With everything that had just happened in the past ten minutes, he couldn’t lie to you.

“What if I tell someone? How can you trust me if you barely even know me…?”

But he did know you. He knew you enough to trust you, and that there was no way in hell you would ever tell anyone a secret entrusted to you. But he didn’t want to argue with you. Not as Kick-Ass.

“Fine. Sorry...” He apologized.

"You should probably get home... It's kind of late." You suggested looking at your hands as you fidgeted.

“Yeah,” He stood up, grunting as he pulled his arms through his suit to put it back on. “Could you…” He was nodding at you, referring to the back of his suit where the zipper was.

You pulled the slider along the teeth of the zipper, enclosing him completely in his suit.

He turned around to face you “Thanks…” He watched you for a moment. “For patching me up… And stuff…”

You chuckled, “No problem.”

He smiled awkwardly. “I’ll see you tomor—or uhh, whenever I need you again—or whenever you need me,” He stammered, realizing what position he’d almost put himself in. “I’ll just see you.” He chuckled, swallowing hard as he grabbed his gloves and batons and turned to your window.

“Will you be okay to get home?” You watched as he limped by your window. “I could walk with you… Until we get to your neighborhood or whatever.”

“Uh—No, it's like a 10 minute walk. I’ll be fine. Thanks though.” He smiled softly, beginning to climb through your window as he held his side.

You thought about that. There were no other neighborhoods within ten minutes of walking, so he had to live here. That means he had to go to your school. And that means you have to know him if he said he was your age. Holy shit.

“Kick-Ass?” You rested your palms on your windowsill as he crouched down to look at you from your roof.

“Do you go to Fillmore?”

He paused, staring at you like he’d just been caught.

You felt your hands getting clammy.

After a few more moments of silence, you spoke again.

“Do I know you…?”

He stayed silent. All you could do was take it as a yes.

“Weren’t you just getting mad at me for wanting to take my mask off?” He shot back.

“Fuck, you’re right. I’m sorry.” You looked down. “I’ll… I’ll see you around.” You pursed your lips.

He smiled back softly and made his way off your roof and out of your view.

You sat back down to finish your homework, somehow taking three times as long because the only thing on your mind was those beautiful blue eyes of his. And who else in your school had them.

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Masked Adversary Masterlist

MAIN MASTERLIST

I think this will have like six or seven parts? Maybe more but we’ll see!

I’m currently working on part four or five, and I’ll release each chapter about a week apart.

A/N: Dave and reader are seniors! (for more than obvious reasons, you are both 18. including his friends and my OC.) everything that took place in the first movie takes place in his 12th year.

I'd also like to introduce my OC, Cleo! She is an African-American female with an incredibly thick NY accent and is the readers best friend since freshman year! (i based her personality off my younger down bad self)

Chapter I

Chapter II

Chapter III

Chapter IV (also finished xoxo)

Chapter V (soon)

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Masked Adversary | D.L.

MASTERLIST

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fandom: Kick-Ass

pairings: Dave Lizewski/Kick-Ass x F!Reader

WARNINGS: (in this chapter) swearing lolz, angst and fluff splattered here and there, reader and Dave hate each other and its very amusing (to me), two creeps try to kidnap you but Kick-Ass saves the day! mention of a small cut and blood, i think that's it?

summary: You and Dave have lost a childhood friendship. The circumstances have made you grow to despise one another, until Kick-Ass has no one else to turn to but you, causing him to develop a small crush. The only problem being that you don't know it's him.

WC: 3k

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A/N: hei... I'm back and better and bigger than ever! I have a couple more parts to this fic coming so I hope you like it!

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“Man, why do you guys hate each other’s guts so much? Weren’t you two like best friends three years ago?” Said Todd, cutting the tension. You had forced yourself to sit at the same table as Dave, only to avoid looking like a pitiful loser and sitting alone.

“I don’t know, Todd” Your tone laced with sarcasm, “Maybe you should ask David.” You tried to quickly finish your lunch.

Dave only sighed in annoyance. He didn’t like this broken friendship with you. You had known him since you moved to the city when you were four and quickly became attached at the hip. In freshman year he developed a crush on Katie Deauxma and stopped talking to you thinking Katie might think you two were a thing. You told him to stop ignoring you and he talked to you like some girl who was just obsessed and jealous. After you slapped him in the face for acting like a dick, your friendship ended. Although it was his fault, the way you so quickly cut him off after (rightfully) acting like a bitch to him, had his blood boiling.

You weren’t jealous of Katie because he liked her. You just couldn't stand to see him waste his time on a girl when he should have been worrying about the next issue of his favorite comic.

Anyone at your school could say that you and Dave Lizewski were often at each other’s throats. It’s not like you actually fought all the time, most of the time you could withstand a normal conversation with him, or even just being in the same room. You always somehow found things to argue about in every class you had together. Dave was even more pushed around now thanks to the acquaintances you had that happened to be on the football team.

“Alright, I’m finished. See you in class, Todd. Bye Marty.” You smiled softly at them, sending them a small wave and completely ignoring Dave’s presence. You had an argument before coming to lunch, that’s why you didn’t talk to him.

“See ya,” Said Marty with his mouth full, waving enthusiastically.

Dave hit his arm.

“What? Just ‘cause you’re mad at her doesn’t mean we have to be.” Marty said.

“Yeah…” Agreed Todd, watching you as you walked away. “She’s hot as fuck.”

“Shut up, Todd. You fucking hornball. She’s insufferable.” Dave rolled his eyes, picking up his things to go to his next class.

He pondered daily about what he did to lose your friendship, you meant everything to him. Although from the outside it looked like he wanted to strangle you, he secretly wanted to be your best friend again.

“Hey Cleo,” you greeted a friend at your locker. You had three classes with her. “Hey! Did you see that new video of Kick-Ass?”

“…No, I haven’t.” You laughed nervously.

“Yeah, he fights off some assholes trying to rob a guy. He totally kicked their asses.” She chuckled.

“Why’s everyone so into him?” You queried.

“‘Cause its a brave teenage guy fighting for what’s right, duh! He’s also super cute.”

“But you haven’t even seen his face,” you continued.

“Have you actually looked at him? If you don’t see anything in him, there’s something seriously wrong with you.”

“Whatever.” You giggled at her excitement, beginning your walk to class.

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Unfortunately for you, being late to your last class got you detention after school. As a result, you missed the bus back home and none of your friends with cars had stuck around to take you back. There was no way in hell you’d get into a cab alone, so you had to walk home.

It wasn’t a terribly long walk, but it was a drag. An hour of walking made headphones very useful in such times, and you were glad you brought them today.

Walking home included having to pass through a small part of the city in order to get to your neighborhood. It wasn’t the best of places, but the convenience store at a corner on the way there helped improve your mood.

“Thanks Pat!” You told the old lady at the register. She was the sweetest, and you often passed through here so she grew a liking to you, occasionally letting you take a free candy bar for your journey.

“Of course baby. Get on home safe, alright? Come back soon!” She smiled. This brought a grin to your face.

Continuing the walk home, you felt some sort of presence behind you.

Fuck.

You were about to turn a corner when a man grabbed you by your wrist.

“Why’s such a pretty girl like you walking all by herself?” He smirked.

“Let me go, you fucking creep!” You tugged your hand away, the other man walking closer causing you to take a step back. In the corner of your eye you spotted someone, Kick-Ass was making his way to turn the corner.

“Help!” You yelled, making the masked hero jolt up to look at you. His eyes widened upon meeting yours and he hesitated before he quickly made his way to you.

“Shut the fuck up, you little bitch. What’s in your bag?”

The other man was about to take your bag before Kick-Ass turned the corner.

“Hey! The hell are you assholes doing?”

They both stared at him, one nodding at the other as he ran to fend the hero off.

You could only stand there and watch as the other man tried pulling you away. Kick-Ass was able to knock the robber out with his baton after the short brawl. Thankfully the man in the mask caught up, but the man holding you held a knife to your throat.

“Back the fuck off or I’ll kill her.”

Your entire life flashed before your eyes. You thought of all the mistakes you've ever made, how you fucked up big-time with Dave and now that you were about to die, you'd never be able to fix the friendship you had with him. You thought about what you would say to him if you got the chance to make peace with him. How you'd apologize for being such a bitch, how you'd give him that collection of The Punisher he gave you back in freshman year that you never got the chance to return due to the fight you had, how you were currently not on the best terms with your parents, how you never got to apologize to that one girl you didn't stick up for when she was being bullied by some girls you knew.

How you were going to die without getting to share any kind of intimacies with a boyfriend. You'd had two boyfriends before, no more, no less. Both those relationships ended because you were either a rebound or "practice." To put it simply, they couldn't keep it in their pants and you would die a virgin for being so afraid.

Kick-Ass stared between you and the culprit.

“There’s a camera right there.” He pointed his thumb behind him, and sure enough there was a camera pointing straight at you and the criminal.

The man threw you to the ground, attempting an attack on Kick-Ass. Not even five seconds into the fight, the knife was quickly knocked onto the street. The mugger did get quite a few hits in, even knocked Kick-Ass down a couple of times. But as soon as the masked man was on top of him, he kept jabbing and hooking, not once letting the man recuperate.

It was a painful sight to see, like he was taking all his anger out on the bad guy. You could only stand there and watch in awe.

“Don’t ever touch anyone again, asshole.” He said, holding the man’s collar.

“Okay man, just let me go!” He begged for mercy. Kick-Ass knocked him out with one last fist to the face.

He got up and looked at you. Realizing who you were, he pushed aside all his personal problems with you and lent you his hand to help you up, “Uh…A—are you okay miss?”

“Yes, I’m—I’m fine,” you stuttered, still in utter shock that you almost got kidnapped. But so incredibly grateful that he was there to save you.

“Did they hurt you anywhere?” He questioned, dismissing the fact he had a little scratch on his eyebrow that was bleeding too much for your comfort.

“No, I’m okay. Even if I wasn’t, my mom’s a nurse so I’d be fine. Are you?” You looked at his eyebrow, pointing to it.

“It’s fine, doesn’t even hurt...” He waved his hand.

You looked behind him only to see that the man he first fought was gone already.

“We should get out of here, the cops’ll probably be coming soon,” you looked into one of the stores on the sidewalk, seeing that a couple of people had their phones out and had recorded the whole thing. And that meant someone probably called the cops too.

“Yeah,” He looked back at them and waved with a smile. “Let me walk you home,” He offered.

You didn’t even know who he was under that mask, but something told you that you could trust him. “Sure, thank you.”

———————

“Why’d you even decide to be a hero anyway?” You laughed.

“I dunno. I see so many comic book nerds but it’s just weird that no one has actually tried to be a hero yet. And I guess I just wanted to see what it was like.” He chuckled.

“So you like getting your ass kicked every so often, Kick-Ass?” You giggled.

“Ha, good one,” he scoffed at your pun.

“But seriously, why haven’t you quit, even after getting hurt all the time?” You asked.

“I—I got into an accident, I can barely feel pain ‘cause of it. Plus, I can’t just look the other way anymore.” He looked at you. “Sure as hell couldn’t turn away from the damsel in distress.” He joked. The suit and mask gave him such incredible confidence and ego.

You smacked his shoulder, scoffing. The walk home with Kick-Ass had you finding out that the two of you had quite a lot in common. The both of you really liked comics, he was a kid your age, and he was also one of Pat’s favorite customers. Kick-Ass seemed like he was an amazing guy. Too bad he wore a mask.

“Welp, this is me,” you arrived at your home. “thanks for walking me home. I really enjoyed talking to you.” You smiled widely,

“Don’t mention it, I also enjoyed talking to you. I—If you ever need anything… Just message me on MySpace… Or something.” He smiled softly.

Now you understood what Cleo and every other girl saw in him.

“Sure thing, Kick-Ass. Same to you. You know where I live now,” you chuckled bashfully.

You looked at him for a second too long.

“I feel like I know you—you’re so familiar.” You spoke.

His heart began to race, “Well, I guess we’ll never know.” He chuckled nervously, looking elsewhere.

His eyes were so damn beautiful. They were so blue, they looked like sapphires or something.

How corny, you thought.

“See ya ‘round,” he saluted, turning to walk away.

“See you…” You spoke, but he was already out of earshot.

His strut was so fucking hot. Who knew you’d be attracted to the way a man walked?

———————

“You lucky bitch! Did you have a super hot make out session after that!?” Cleo spoke as you two grabbed your trays for lunch.

“Shut up!” You laughed. “No, I just think he’s cute is all. But thank fuck he was there. I probably wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for him.”

“Just when I thought he couldn’t get any hotter.” She sighed contently at the story of your interaction with him.

“Hey, let’s go sit over there,” She pointed at a table with three boys, Todd, Dave, and Marty. “I told Todd I’d sit with him today.”

“Sure thing…” You agreed hesitantly. She bit her lip before continuing. “Is it just me or is Todd kinda cute?” She whispered, giggling as you approached the table.

You only rolled your eyes. “Hey guys,” You greeted, sitting next to Marty, Cleo sitting next to Todd across from you. Dave still in his usual spot at the end of the table.

“Hi Dave.” You smiled almost artificially, showing you weren’t so mad at him anymore.

The three boys looked at each other in surprise.

“You’re in a good mood today,” Said Todd.

“Hey.” Dave finally replied.

“What’s up with you?” Questioned Marty, “Can’t remember the last time you actually said ‘hi’ to Dave.” He said sarcastically.

“Guess I’m in a good mood.” You glanced at Dave, suddenly letting go of the resentment you had towards him, because of the fact your life was almost taken from you. You took the chance you had now, to begin to sort everything out before it would be too late. You still disliked him though. Not because of what he did, but because he's just a dick.

Does she know? He thought to himself anxiously. You were the last person he wanted to know about this. He just wouldn't be able to stand the embarrassment.

“Did you guys see the fight Kick-Ass had last night?” Asked Cleo.

“What? No,” Marty and Todd got excited.

“Yeah, why don’t you tell them what happened?” Cleo smiled, giving you the spotlight.

You looked at the boys awkwardly,

“I was about to get kidnapped… And, uh yeah. Kick-Ass kicked these two guys' asses...”

Todd and Marty were upset at the lack of detail, but Dave giggled quietly at the joke, smiling as he poked his food.

“I’m gonna have to watch it later.” Marty said, Todd then agreeing.

“Do you guys seriously have a crush on him or something?” Questioned Dave.

Cleo laughed. “Dave, every girl I know has a crush on him.”

He swallowed, he wasn't aware of this. Dave never caught the attention of girls. That he knew of.

“I mean, you have a crush on him too, right?” Cleo asked you, trying to prove her point.

Dave’s eyes widened before looking your way.

“I—I mean I wouldn't call it a crush, but yeah, I guess he’s pretty cute... I like... His eyes. The color's really nice."

Dave couldn't help but smile at the flattery. Knowing that you were attracted to him, in a way, made him feel so odd. He never thought you'd see him that way. Well, not him, but whatever part of him you could see.

"You think he has nice eyes?" Dave chuckled. It made you a little mad because it sounded like he was making fun of you.

"Yes, he does. What about it?" Cleo butted in.

"Not just his eyes, though." She turned to you, "He's got super broad shoulders and a nice ass. Just saying I'd hit. He’s definitely big." She whispered the last part under her breath.

"Ooookay! I think you got your point across, Cleo. Thanks for sharing." You gave her a look that said, 'Why the fuck would you say that out loud?'

“What? I'm just being honest." She continued eating her lunch like it wasn’t a big deal.

You could only stare in utter shock, blinking over and over, trying to figure out if this was a dream or if Cleo really just said that.

You spotted Dave in the corner of your eye with something not quite like disgust, but his jaw hung ajar. Then you noticed Todd and Marty staring at her the same way.

"I know you can at least agree that he has a nice ass," Cleo smirked at you.

You just laughed and resumed eating your food.

"I didn't know you girls for real liked guys' asses. I thought that was just a guy thing." Spoke Todd, teasing.

"Shut up, Todd." You said, making a short second of eye contact with Dave, it looked like he was thinking the same thing as you, and you both giggled in unison.

The others looked between you both weirdly, making the two of you clear you throats and quickly finish eating.

The hell am I being so giggly with him for?

———————

You had your last three classes with Dave, but you never acknowledged him. Today some of your teachers decided to rearrange your seating. You thankfully didn't get any seats next to him, and you hoped you wouldn't either at your last class.

"Fuck," you checked your wristwatch as you switched out your books from your locker, only to see that you were going to be late for the last class. You hoped and hoped that you didn't get another detention.

You made your way to the classroom as fast as you could, stopping right outside the door to avoid bursting it open and embarrassing yourself. The excitement you felt when you noticed a single empty seat in the back corner of the class was incomprehensible.

Until you noticed Dave in the spot next to it. He looked up as he heard the door open, immediately locking eyes with you. You sighed in disappointment, knowing that there was no way the teacher would let you switch.

"Looks like you're stuck with me for the rest of the year." Dave whispered as he looked up at the teacher, taking out his textbook.

"Fuck you, Lizewski." You sneered, only making Dave roll his eyes, keeping his attention on the teacher.

“For the next three weeks, you will all be working on a presentation. If you don’t have it turned in by the 18th, you will get 10 points taken off your grade.” The teacher explained what he wanted you to study. The class groaned in annoyance, some people being excited, and others not.

“Everyone in columns A, C, and E, your partner will be the person to your right.” Again, most of the people in the class were content with who they were assigned, but unfortunately for you, you were the person to Dave’s right.

You stiffly turned to Dave, “We can study at my house… If you want.” You spoke.

“Let’s just do the first parts tonight and we can work on it at your house after school tomorrow.” He spoke with a bit of irritation. Probably because of your attitude earlier.

“Okay, sounds good..” You awkwardly pursed your lips and turned back to your book.

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