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luwritesomething · 2 years

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hiiiii your blog is truly *chef’s kiss* (but i’m sure you already know that!!) this is so specific but could you write a dodge fic where maybe he has too much to drink and he’s just a blabbering mess and doesn’t want to sleep? i saw another fic like that and it would be so cute with dodge i think. have a fabulous day!

Dodge Mason x Reader: Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts.

Words: 494 (short, i know.)

Warning: not proof-read, fluff, very very short.

Summary: Dodge drinks too much and then he doesn't want to go to sleep.

Author's note: Thank you so so much for your compliments! And I'm so sorry I answered to this ask months later... I've been feeling pretty unmotivated lately but now I'm back. Hope someone likes this. I'm sorry it's so short, too, it feels dumb.

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“C’mon, let’s get you to bed.” You laughed, trying to move your boyfriend from the front door, which had taken too long to open, to move.

Dodge giggled under his breath like what you had said were the most funny words in existence for him, and with a little content smile on your face, you closed the door without letting go of the arm he had wrapped around your shoulders so he wouldn’t fall. Saying he had had too many shots was… well, the truth, but considering he rarely went out or drank, it was different in a good way seeing him like this. You were just hoping he wouldn’t start throwing up.

He was still laughing and happy as you put your arm around his shoulders to make the hold more stable. However, when you started to move towards your bedroom, Dodge started showing resistance and not helping at all, unlike what he had been doing back when you were walking the dark streets.

“Dodge, c’mon.” You laughed, still sure about your idea of putting him in your bed so he could rest a bit.

“No, I don’t wanna go to sleep, I– no.” Dodge got rid of your hold and turned around, entering the living room instead of continuing through the hallway, still muttering things that escaped your hearing.

You sighed softly before following him closely, watching how he was able to maintain his posture for some seconds before threatening to fall, then doing so in the coach. His dramatical fall let you know he wasn’t hurt and was kind of playing with you in that moment, and a smile slipped into your face as you sat next to the couch where he was laying now.

When you looked at him, you found him smiling and already staring at you, as intensely as ever. “You’re beautiful, Y/N.” You felt the heat in your body, embarrassed by his kind words, spoken so nonchalantly and lovesick.

“Thanks.” You murmured, and he said something about tea and stars, but it made no sense to you. It probably meant something for him. “You need to go to sleep, Dodge.”

“No!” His boyish smile was beautiful as he turned to you in the comfort of your couch, occupying his whole face. God, he was so pretty, even when drunk. “You need to sleep.”

A giggle escaped your mouth. “I do, that’s why I want you to come with me to bed, too.”

“But I don’t– want to.” The hiccup he let out in the middle of his words made you laugh longer than it probably should, because when you looked at him afterwards his eyes had a confused glimmer on them. “What?”

“What?”

“I love you.” Dodge’s eyes shone wildly as he muttered the words, so low he was probably sure you hadn’t heard him. You of course did, however.

Your hand slipped to his hair and caressed softly, lovingly. “I know. I love you too.”

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cupidsanne · 7 months

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Mike Faist As Your Husband ✢ Headcanons

Mike Faist x Female Insert! Reader

SYNOPSIS! ✦ Headcanons and slight blurbs of Mike being your husband <3 I need more content of this man asap.

WARNINGS! ✦ No warnings, sfw!

Mike Faist Masterlist .

— He hasn’t changed much since you two gotten married.

— He’s very bashful, even with you. You two could be together for days, months, or years and he still gets shy with certain things you say. He can’t always take compliments but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like them. In fact, he loves to be praised by you. You’re his biggest cheerleader.

“Here you go.” You smile as you hand Mike his water bottle, he had no hesitated in politely accepting the bottle and offered a breathless ‘thank you’ in return. The two of you were currently at the gym, both of you having some free time and decided that it would be a healthy bonding experience for both of you. It took a while to set in motion this plan for the reason that the both of you were home bodies. Preferring to stay inside then to get up and out there.

“I think I’m finished on the bike for tonight. I reached my limit!” You explained in a tired tone as he set the hand held weights on the ground that he was holding previously to take a sip of his water.

“Cool. We can head out now if you want.” Mike suggested, not wanting to make you wait around for him.

You shook your head. “It’s no problem! I’ll wait in the lounge area and relax while you do your thing. Besides,” You made a sly expression. “You look so attractive working out!”

“Shut up!” Mike said immediately. He looked down at the weights beneath his feet as you laughed and walked away. A smile spread across his face.

— Not to mention, he’s your biggest cheerleader too! Sure, you two do friendly banter a lot, and he’ll tease you with nicknames but never will ill intentions or to put you down in anyway. He’s aware of your achievements and your talents. As much as he doesn’t always take compliments, he loves to give them.

— He’s a gentlemen, through and through. Opening the doors for you, giving you his coat/jacket if you’re ever cold, walking on the side closest to the road whenever you two are on a sidewalk, ect.

— Till this day, you always feel a bit fuzzy inside for all the little things he does, but to him these are just acts that are same old, same old to him. It’s his love language, and how he expresses his affection!

— Another way he expresses his affection, is through physical touch. Not in a crazy way like “I need to kiss you all day and basically be in your skin.” but he likes that subtle physical touch. Not saying that he doesn’t like to kiss you, because trust me he does.

— He likes just being side by side with you, just the warmth and the closeness is nice to him. It used to have him flustered being so close to a girl he really likes, but now that you two are married, it’s not a stress to him anymore.

— He thinks being side by side is great, it’s easier to talk to you that way, and let’s him get a look at you closely. Let’s him take notice of the gloss that is shining on your lips, or the way your eyelashes may be curled more than usual, things like that. If you two are in a booth at a restaurant, you bet he’s gonna slide in the booth right next to you, instead of across.

— Hand holding is a big thing for him too. He holds your hands no matter how he’s feeling. It brings him a sense of comfort. He isn’t a huge PDA person, but he likes the little sweet things like that.

It was a starry night as you and Mike sat side by side, in front of a backyard campfire while talking to a couple of friends. Autumn was rolling in and nights were becoming colder. Everyone had a warm drink or a beer in hand, reminiscing about anything and everything with each other. Just having a good time.

“Scooch closer.” Mike complained to you quietly, not wanting to interrupt the conversation that your friends were having. “You’re shivering like a chihuahua!”

“I can’t help it!” You muttered before coming in closer. The both of you were bundled up in some jackets, but after basking in the summer sun for months, the new coldness of this season is gonna take some getting used to. As you moved in closer to him, he moved a bit on the bench himself and stuck one of your hands into his warm pockets. You thought how sweet of this was of him, and how come men always get warmer and thicker clothing then ladies do??

You smiled up at him as you leaned your head on his shoulder. Sharing his warmth and listening in on your friend’s conversations.

— Everyone always talks about how you and Mike are both clowns. Always dropping jokes in any situation and matching each other’s energy. You and Mike aren’t at a function if you two aren’t laughing or making clever quips about something.

— You just can’t help yourselves. You guys don’t try to present yourselves as being inconsiderate, but that’s just how you guys are wired!

— Most the time it goes that Mike says something witty, and you laugh about it and have to finish it off. He than eggs it on and it’s just loose from there. Some people don’t know that you and Mike were friends before your relationship, and still are now. He says till this day you’re his best friend.

— It’s already enough that you two have inside jokes, like if something happens and you two give each other the look, then start busting out laughing. It’s a common occurrence. People either love it or hate it and that’s not y’all’s fault!

— Joking around and the occasional gossip is how you to spend quality time together. Which is another one of his love languages.

— The down side about this is, a lot of times you two will have to go through a long distance relationship. He’s an actor and they demand him to be in many places at once. You don’t like it, and neither does he, but you make it work.

— The two of you video chat all the time when he’s away. You talk about each other’s days and experiences, whether it’s meaningless or not.

— Whenever he’s away, you guys gossip and do skincare stuff over the phone. Mostly it’s you doing your skincare while he’s just watching you talk. He’s still involved in the conversation though!

— Although he loves when you come and visit him whenever he’s away, he loves it most when he’s home. Mike is very much a homebody, he likes staying in and not having to go out super often.

— In his earlier years, he was really career focused and hardly had any time to relax and take a moment in. Now that that he’s older, and still working, he’s not afraid to wind down sometimes and take a break.

— He definitely rubbed off on you, because you enjoy staying in now too. Cuddled up together watching TV, or cooking together in the kitchen while some jazz music plays, it’s the dream.

— Of course, you two don’t mind getting dolled up and fancy to go out somewhere exciting, but the best moments are at home where you’re comfortable.

— Just Him, You, and his dog Austin. (Sorry, You’re gonna have to be a dog person!) Just relaxing in a cozy townhouse, watching movies.

— Since Mike has quite a bit of following, and has made a career of himself. The press and his fans are aware that he’s married.

— We’re all aware how Mike isn’t a social media user, or doesn’t speak much about himself to the press because he likes to keep his life private. Yet, that doesn’t make you two a secret. He just doesn’t want all your business out there.

“Welcome Mike!” The interviewer greeted happily to to the actor over the screen. “Thank you for joining us today, how’ve you been?”

Mike was scheduled for a video interview, even though covid wasn’t as hectic now, he still likes to be safe and doesn’t wish to travel as much if he doesn’t have to. Plus, video chatting is becoming more normalized now. “Hi, thank you for having me and I’m doing great.”

“Good, are you finally back home with your family and all that?” The interviewer questioned.

“Yeah, I just arrived back from London, two weeks ago? Although I love working but I love to be home too. To see my family, friends, and get back to my wife and such.” Mike explained. He wouldn’t say he would get homesick, because of how passionate he is about what he does, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t home greatly.

The interviewer smiled a great deal. “Yes, I totally get that! I can see the photo of what I think— is you and your wife, in the back?”

Mike looked over his shoulder to see a photo frame on the console table behind him. It was decked out in small photos as well as some decorations that were relevant to the season, all by you of course. He reached behind him to bring the photo frame up close to his laptop screen.

“Yeah this is us right here. This is one of the photos from our wedding.” He pointed out. Showing off the photo closer a bit before setting it back down to where it was.

“That’s so cute! How long have you two been married? If you don’t mind me asking.” The interviewer inquired.

“About a year now. It feels like only a few months honestly. Time flies for sure.” Mike chuckled a bit. The interviewer chuckled alongside him.

“Especially when you’re in love! Time going fast is a great thing.” The interviewer added.

“I couldn’t agree more.”

— He doesn’t nor ever want to hide the fact that he’s taken. He’s proud of his relationship with you and if people don’t like that, then that’s their problem.

— If you have a wide social media following (In case you are celebrity!) than you don’t hide the fact you’re together either. If this is the case, fans actually adore you because you’re the one posting him, providing the fans some content.

— But, if you’re like him and not a celebrity, or even someone who likes to have your life on the down low, then that’s fine too. He doesn’t need for you to post him to feel some validation.

— Overall, he’s a great husband to have. He’d do anything for you and is grateful that he’s yours. He wouldn’t want to have you any other way. <3

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auspicious-manner · 2 years

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hey! can i request a dodge mason x reader w the prompt "shut up and kiss me"?

hi! this is turning into a dodge account slowly but surely lol, not complaining!

female reader x dodge mason

warnings: panic attacks & anxiety

You Should Know Me By Now

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Y/N was a hardcore worrier. her mind was in a constant state of overthinking every aspect of her life. her body, her friends, her family, and her boyfriend dodge. it was a constant cycle of worrying, talking to dodge about her fears, being calmed by him, and becoming free from fear again. it was never ending for her.

dodge grounded Y/N unlike anyone else. when she was with him and she happened to be experiencing a more severe bout of anxiety, dodge always knew how to calm her down. whether it was a hug or simply repeating to her that everything was okay, he always brought a calming effect to Y/N. she turned to him for anything she needed.

when dodge entered panic, she immediately did not approve. at first, she believed dodge was just in the game for the money, and she told him that if he got seriously injured in one of the challenges, she wouldn’t be able to fathom her life without him. however, when dodge told her the truth about why he was playing and the truth about his sister dayna, her opinions softened up. she figured that since he wasn’t solely in it for the money but instead for his disabled sister, she would be selfish for holding him back just because she worried about him. dodge promised Y/N that he would be careful during the challenges. and, against Y/N’s better judgement, she believed him.

during the challenge at the granary, she watched in anticipation as each contestant made their way across the thin piece of metal high above the ground. Y/N didn’t like that dodge’s turn was approaching fast. her mind kept replaying the worst outcome of the situation, and every time it did, she would cringe to herself.

“all good?” dodge asked when he noticed Y/N’s odd behavior.

Y/N snapped out of it and turned to him. “yeah, i’m just fine.”

when his name was eventually called, she felt like her heart dropped down to her stomach. dodge noticed this in her expression and body language, and he lightly took Y/N’s hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. “i’ll be okay, don’t worry. i’ll be down in no time.”

she turned to look at him, and she gave him a quick nod before he left her behind for the challenge, their hands interlocked until they couldn’t hold on anymore. Y/N heard ray say something to her, but she couldn’t focus on anything he said due to the fear that was slowly overtaking every inch of her body.

as dodge started, everything was going just fine. he was making it, and Y/N felt like she could breathe. she had full confidence in his abilities.

just as she was starting to feel too comfortable with dodge’s success, she noticed ray take out a laser pointer from his pocket, and before Y/N could react, ray was shining it at dodge.

she looked up, and he stumbled before falling over and catching himself on the beam. a loud gasp escaped from Y/N, and she clamped her hand over her mouth in shock. her body felt like it was going numb. she had no thoughts: just intense, overwhelming fear. there was no other way for her to describe it.

she watched in horror as he tried to swing himself back up. the more time went on, the faster her heartbeat went. she felt like it was harder to breathe. her hands began to rapidly shake, and despite the trembling and shaking her body was experiencing, she began to sweat. Y/N felt frozen in time.

then, when she felt like she was going to collapse from her anxiety, dodge pulled himself up, and it felt like the crowd let out a collective sigh of relief. when Y/N was able to build back her composure, all she felt was anger. uncontrollable, fiery anger. it was the type of anger you couldn’t keep down with all the energy in your body. it just forces its way out.

she sent ray a harsh glare, and stormed over to him. “hey dodge’s girlfriend, how’d you like the show up there?” ray asked when he saw her, laughing. his friends laughed in response.

Y/N bit her lip, and slapped ray as hard as she could. “i knew you were an idiot ray, but i didn’t know you were stupid enough to put someone else’s life in danger.”

ray wiped the smile off his face, and he stood up to meet her. “fuck off, Y/N. it was just a joke.”

“a joke that could have easily taken dodge’s life.”

suddenly, dodge pushed her out of the way and stood between her and ray. “stay out of this, Y/N, this is my battle.”

ray and dodge began to brawl, and before anyone knew it, the roar of police sirens sounded in the distance and red and blue lights filled the area. as everyone began to scramble away, dodge took hold of Y/N and dragged her to safety. her emotions were temporarily put on hold as the pair desperately searched for a place to stay safe.

they ran far away, and they made it to dodge’s car in one piece. upon getting in the car and driving off, the silence became unbearable for Y/N.

“dodge, you-”

“we can talk about it back at my place, okay?” dodge interrupted. all she did was nod. it was all she could manage to muster up.

they got back to dodge’s, and silent tears slipped out of her eyes. “Y/N, why are you crying?” dodge asked after the couple had gotten settled into dodge’s home.

“you could have died back there, dodge. i thought i was going to lose you.”

dodge avoided eye contact. “well, i didn’t. i survived, right?”

before Y/N could reply, dodge began again. “you shouldn’t have gone after ray like that. he could have hurt you. you should know me by now, i fight my own battles.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “ray needed to know how stupid of an idea that was. he almost killed you!”

dodge slightly raised his voice. “don’t you realize that that was his whole point? don’t be naïve, Y/N. ray knew exactly what he was doing, and he didn’t need someone like you getting up in his business telling him something he was very well conscious of.”

“i am not being naïve,” she started, raising her voice to match dodge’s. “i was standing up for my boyfriend.”

“but i don’t need you to stand up for me! once again, you should know me by now. i can handle these things myself.”

tears fell harder down Y/N face. “you talk about me knowing you, you should know me by now too. i have crippling anxiety. this isn’t new information. how do you expect me to sit around and do nothing about you almost dying, especially at the hands of ray hall?”

dodge’s face softened when Y/N paused to wipe away some tears, and he waited patiently for her to continue.

“when you were hanging onto that beam, my mind was going through every possible scenario that could have come out of that unthinkable situation. i convinced myself that you were a goner. i told myself i had to mentally prepare for when i would watch your body fall and hit the ground if you couldn’t hang on.”

dodge looked down, hearing every word she was saying. he knew she was right. “what would i have done if i lost you? i can’t live life without you, dodge. you keep me sane more than anyone ever has.” she sighed and pressed her eyes shut. “i’m sorry for blowing up on ray. it was a heat of the moment thing, and i let my emotions guide me which is a major no-go. especially for someone like me.”

Y/N wiped away more tears. “not to mention, seeing you fight with ray after all of that and almost get caught up in the police made me even more nervous. what if they had caught you and taken you away? what if ray had hurt you in the fight?” her voice cracked, and she regained her breath. “you’re right. i’m making a bigger deal out of this than i should be. and now i’m embarrassing myself even more by crying, and i feel and look like an idiot and-”

in the middle of her overflow of emotions, dodge interrupted her. “just shut up and kiss me.”

before Y/N could react, dodge was in front of her, leaning down and planting a soft kiss on her lips. he held her head up with both hands, and he kept his hands there when they pulled away.

“what was that for?” Y/N asked quietly.

“hearing you blame yourself for all of this made me realize that i’m the one being irrational here. i love you, so much, and i felt like you needed to not only hear it, but see it as well.” there was a short pause. “i’m sorry for blowing up. i realize now that your anxiety about losing me got the best of you, and it controlled you. i wasn’t thinking about you and your fears, and your real and valid emotions when you saw me doing the challenge.” dodge said sincerely, wiping away the stray tears on her cheeks with his thumbs.

Y/N leaned her head into dodge’s shoulder, and he held her in a tight embrace. “it’s okay now, i’m here. i’m alive.” dodge said, reassuring her.

“i was so scared, dodge.” she said into his shoulder. “so scared.”

“i know you were, and i’m sorry for not being considerate of that. if it would have been you in my position, i would have reacted the same way.”

they pulled away from the hug. “were you scared up there? you know, when you fell?” Y/N asked him.

dodge smiled a bit. “i mean, a little. not during the walking, but for a split second when i was holding on with one arm, i got scared. but that stays between me and you, got it?”

Y/N showed him a light smile. “got it. i’m glad to know there’s only one scaredy-cat in this relationship, and we sure as hell know it isn’t you.”

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xriff-raffx · 2 years

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Drunken Nights 18+

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I stood, looking between my phone and my drunk boyfriend. It wasn’t often Mike would get drunk but when he does, all bets are off. Every person he meets is suddenly his best friend and he has to say goodbye to everyone, which was hard when you’re at a wedding.

“Mike,” I say, tugging his arm gently, “our ride is almost here.” I hold up my phone so he can see for himself. Leaning in and squinting, he nods in agreement not realizing he didn’t stop leaning in. “Hey, careful!” I laugh and push him back up to stand properly.

“Whoops,” He smiles at me lazily, “let’s go home beautiful!” He yells out, throwing his arm around me, a blush spread across my face.

I led us out of the venue and into the uber that was now waiting for us. Mike slumped his body back on the seats then snuck his arm around my waist, pulling me into him. He began to talk to our driver, just small talk but somehow it ended up with this guy giving us his life story, and Mike drunkenly encouraging him to follow his passion. I nudged him slightly, trying to get his attention but was met with only a light squeeze. I let out a sigh and leaned over to look out the window the rest of the way home. We thanked the driver and I helped Mike climb up the steps to our place.

“Let’s get you to bed,” I say closing the door behind us. I watch as Mike’s expression changes slightly to one of mischief. “No no no, you are going to bed.”

“I’ll go,” He smirked back, “but you have to come with me.” He leans in and kisses me sloppily and hungrily and I can’t help but smile into the kiss. He turned to lean on the doorway but missed and caught himself right before falling.

“You’re not going to make it there on your own,” I laugh, kissing him back and putting my arm around his waist. I direct him toward our bedroom and push him to the bed, signalling him to sit down. “You need to lay down baby,” I say softly walking over to where my dresser is. I slide my dress over my head and toss it over into the hamper.

“You look so sexy, (Y/N),” Mike said, watching me from the bed, “c’mere.”

“Thanks, babe,” I walked over, a smile on my lips as I watched his eyes travel down my body and then back up to meet my gaze. “But,” I began, giving him a shrug, “you’re way too drunk.” I stopped in front of him and began to run my fingers through his tangled brown locks. It wasn’t long before I felt him grab my waist, pulling me into him and making me squeal.

“Don’t pretend like you don’t want me,” His lips were against my ear and I could smell the liquor on his breath. “You’re not good at that.”

I smiled briefly at his words, he was right. My thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of his lips on my collar bone. I wrapped my arms around his neck instinctively, so I was now sitting on his lap. I leaned back slightly, taking in his appearance. His eyes darkened with lust, his cheeks slightly rosy from the alcohol, his lips plump from kissing my neck. He was still wearing his suit.

“I think I’m at a disadvantage here,” I giggled, tugging lightly on his shirt, “you should take this stuff off.”

Mike smiled down at me and started to undo the buttons on his shirt one at a time before tossing it behind him. I instantly ran my fingers along his chest, leaning in to place kisses on his skin. Earning a soft moan, the kisses turned into nibbles as I tried to get another noise from his lips.

“Alright babe,” he mumbled into my hair, pulling my mouth off of him. “I’m filming this week, I can’t have a hickey.” I pouted up at him and he mimicked my face before tilting my chin slightly and kissing my lips. “Just no marks princess, other than that I’m all yours,” he says, falling back, pulling me on top of him.

“All mine?” I ask, smirking down at him. He nodded eagerly in response. “Well these need to come off,” I say motioning to his pants before sliding myself down so I’m eye level with his belt.

Mike props himself up on his elbows and watches as I undo the belt buckle and button on his pants. Pull them down his body, quickly followed by his boxers. He had a semi so I began to massage his cock gently as he let out a moan, tossing his head back in pleasure. I took this opportunity to put his cock into my mouth, taking the whole length until I gag slightly. I felt his hands grab my hair instantly, followed by words of encouragement and more soft moans.

“Oh fuck,” I heard Mike moan out and I looked up to see him watching as I deep throat his dick. “You’re so good at that.” He began to move his hips harder, fucking my mouth and I could tell he was close so I started rubbing his balls lightly, just how he likes it. Soon I felt him release in my mouth, I looked up at him and swallowed then opened my mouth to show him. “What a good girl,” he said before placing a soft kiss on my lips.

“You really should sleep,” I smiled up at his beautiful blue eyes that were now clouded with exhaustion. I pushed on his chest making him lay flat before I covered him with the blanket, “Goodnight Mike.”

“Goodnight beautiful.”

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pusssyteeth · 2 years

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Why have I yet to see a spicy Dodge Mason fanfic in which you take his cowboy hat? Seriously writers, step up ur game.

(If you don't know what stealing a cowboy's hat and putting it on ur head means plz look it up. So much potential)

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misguidedswagger · 5 months

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HEY! NEED YOUR HELP!

Hi my lovely followers! Inbox me a genre & someone you’d like me to write for!

( i.e. dabi- angst, dodge mason- fluff, etc.)

looking forward to seeing ur responses!!

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teencrackship · 2 years

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Do not Panic

Prologue’s manip

Ivy Rose Martinez portrayed by Alexa Demie

Isabella Sofía Martinez portrayed by Rowan Blanchard

Vanessa Luna Martinez portrayed by Maggie Q

The outfit that Ivy chose during the prologue.

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lovingmusicalmen · 1 year

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Can I request "I'll take over from here, go get some rest" with Dodge Mason please??

Sorry this took a lil while to get up! Hope you enjoy!!

Still accepting blurb requests!

Fluff 2 - "I'll take over from here, go get some rest"

Y/N could feel Dodge's eyes on her as she paused her sweeping to let out another yawn. It had happened so often during this shift that she had long since stopped trying to raise her hand to hide the action behind.

"How much sleep did you get last night?" Dodge asked at last, putting down the cash he had been counting up at the till and raising his eyebrows at her.

"Please - take me to dinner first, Mason," Y/N teased, grinning as Dodge rolled his eyes at her.

"Anyone ever told you you're real annoying?" Dodge asked.

"You tell me most of the time we have shifts together," Y/N offered with a cheesy grin. The effect was somewhat lost, though, when she yawned again.

"I mean it, Y/N," Dodge said, though there was an edge of amusement mixed with something akin to fondness in his voice. "How much sleep did you get?"

Dodge rounded the counter of the diner, and crossed the half-swept floor to stand in front of her. He carefully pulled the broom from her hands, forcing her to look at him.

Y/N met his eyes and swallowed. She silently cursed him in her head, finding her throat drying up, a strangled noise escaped her as she failed to come up with another quip. Dodge's blue eyes often had that effect on her, and she sincerely wished it was something that she had gotten under control and better at managing.

"It doesn't matter," Y/N dismissed when Dodge raised an eyebrow at the noise.

Dodge's eyes scanned across her face, searching for something in her features and Y/N squirmed a little under the scrutiny. Finally he gave a minute nod of his head and took the broom more firmly in his hands.

"Come on, I've got it. I can take over from here, just go home and get some rest," he ordered, something gentle in his voice that made Y/N want to melt into a puddle on the ground.

Which she didn't do, as then Dodge would have to clean that up and she didn't want to make any further work for him.

"Don't be dumb, Dodge. I'm not just gonna leave you alone," she scoffed, trying not to let her nervousness show in her voice. But if the smirk he shot over at her was anything to go by, she was certain that she'd failed entirely. "Besides, you're my ride home - or did you forget?"

Dodge straightened up, leaning against the broom with a contemplative expression on his face.

"Well you have worked a double shift as is - so yeah, go sit down and rest. Just look pretty, and keep me company."

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luwritesomething · 2 years

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may i request a dodge piece?

The reader (he/him) helps dodge through a bad ainxiety/panic attack ? Idk why i asked this, i just like angsty stuff :D

hi! first of all, thank you for requesting! this request really sounds like this one right here (i'm right here) that i already did. if i believe right, the reader has no pronouns stated and it is about the reader having a panic attack. due to being burned out of writing dodge content and most importantly, the request already being very similar to one that has been alreayd done, i won't write another one, but thank you so much for requesting!! hope you like it.

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bat-winged-brothers · 2 years

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Puppy Love - Dodge Mason Imagine

You were finishing up your shift at Dot's, placing the last of the glasses away while Dodge took out the trash. Your mouth fell open in confusion when he comes sprinting into the kitchen and throws open a cupboard door, pulling out a clean bowl and filling it with water. You stand back, watching him place down the bowl and move on to another counter, rummaging around until he finds some out of date crackers and some peanut butter. Carrying the pack of crackers in his teeth, Dodge picks up the bowl of water and kicks open the back doors, heading out to the alley where the trash cans are kept. Curious, you follow him out.

Huddled behind the trash can is a stray dog, looking a little on the skinny side but overall not in bad shape. Dodge places the bowl of water on the ground and the dog tentatively steps forward, taking slow laps of the drink whilst keeping wary eye contact with Dodge. "Atta girl," he crooned as the dog settled and finished the water.

You and Dodge crouched low on the ground, backs against the fence, until he tore open the pack of crackers and held a few out before himself. Whistling softly he tried to catch the dog's attention, waving the crackers as the dog started edging towards him. "C'mon girl, that's right. Just a little bit closer." You'd never heard him sound so soothing, so sweet, the way he pitched his voice a little lower than usual and spoke a little slower; a little breathier... No wonder the dog felt safe enough to come over to him. The hair on the back of your neck prickles as you glanced over at Dodge, taking in the soft smile as he pet the pup's dirty fur and fussed with her floppy ears.

Dodge popped a few more crackers from the packet, unscrewing the lid of the peanut butter jar and scooping some out onto them for the dog that flopped on its belly at his feet. "You got a name, girl?" he asked, giving her a once over to make sure he hadn't missed a collar or some other form of ID. When he didn't find anything, Dodge stroked the side of the dog's face, sighing deeply until she licked his cheek. You grin as he chuckled and pulled her onto his lap, stroking her sides and giving her a belly rub when she rolled onto her back.

Quietly rising to your feet you dusted off your jeans, cooing softly at the pup as she whipped her head in your direction. Placing your hand on Dodge's shoulder you whispered, "I'm gonna go finish locking up," watching him nod in response before moving to stand up too. "No, you stay with her," you reassure, squeezing his shoulder before he goes back to rubbing the dog's belly. As you start walking inside you turn to look back at the boy and the dog, hearing him murmur to her "what are we going to do with you?" You shake your head, knowing full well that Dodge will take her home with him, a smile spreading over your face while you ignore the giddiness in your stomach.

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auspicious-manner · 2 years

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Date Created: July 29th, 2022

Latest Update: August 26th, 2023

if you don’t see a fandom here that you would like me to write for, look here for my fandoms list. if you want to request something but not sure what my style and rules are, check out my requesting rules here.

if you would like to request something based off a prompt from my prompt list i’ll be using, check out the list here. (i’ve already done numbers 4, 23, 26, 28, and 30 on the romance list, number 9 on the angst list, and numbers 4 and 8 on the friendly list)

KEY: ✿= fluff ☻= friendship, no romance ★ = talking/vulnerability ❖= angst ➹= romantic ❂= miscellaneous

Daisy Jones and The Six

➹ ❖ Crazy For You: fem reader x graham dunne, the reader joins the six and starts having a secret relationship with graham, and they reveal their secret to the world by kissing on stage

➹ ❖ The Guitarist: fem reader x graham dunne, the reader joins the band and instantly has a connection with graham. however, when she gets torn down by billy one too many times and graham doesn’t come to her defense, she retreats back to her hometown with graham at her heels

➹ ❖ It Was Always You: fem reader x billy dunne, the reader becomes the six’s manager, and slowly falls in love with billy, who has had his eye on her from the very beginning

Newsies

➹ ❂ Dynamic Duo: fem reader x race, based on the request for enemies to lovers and race saves the reader from the delancey brothers

☻ ❂ Leap of Faith: fem reader x newsies cast, the obc of newsies helps the reader through pre-show nerves

➹ ❂ Natural Talent: fem reader x race, the newsboys hide in medda’s theater and race instantly falls in love with the reader’s talent and beauty on stage

Panic

★ ❖ Silence: fem reader x dodge, the reader becomes friends with dodge shortly before panic begins and they talk to each other about their past struggles

➹ ❂ Safe And Sound: fem reader x dodge, reader faces her greatest fear in a challenge and dodge comes to save her and comfort her when the challenge is complete

➹ ★ In All Seriousness: fem reader x dodge, dodge confesses to the reader that he’s scared for her safety in panic and the reader comforts him, based on the prompt “reacting to the other one crying”

➹ ✿ Steam: fem reader x dodge, they party at the player’s ball and build an accidental romance while in the hot tub together, based on the prompt “taking a bath together”

☻ ❖ Guiding Light: fem reader x dodge, reader gets lost in the woods during a challenge and injures herself and dodge comes to the rescue, based on the prompt “you’re hurting me”

✿ ➹ Burning Up: fem reader x dodge, the reader takes care of dodge while he’s sick, based on the prompts “i’m fine” and “caring for the other while ill”

✿ ➹ For You: fem reader x dodge, dodge takes care of the reader when she gets her period

➹ ❖ Friends, Maybe?: fem reader x dodge, the reader gets trampled and gets injured while at a challenge and dodge cares for her wounds

★ ➹ You Should Know Me By Now: fem reader x dodge, the anxious reader freaks out when dodge almost dies in a challenge and they work out their emotions and feelings with each other, based on the prompt “shut up and kiss me”

➹ ❂ Thrill: fem reader x dodge, the reader takes dodge to a theme park and he admits to her that he’s actually afraid of roller coasters

✿ ➹ I Like You: fem reader x dodge, the reader and dodge go to their high school prom together

➹ ❖ Medical Miracle: fem reader x dodge, the reader gets injured at a challenge and they find out something shocking while at the hospital

☻ ★ Grounded: fem reader x dodge, after the challenge at the granary when dodge almost falls to his death, the reader talks to him about the situation and dodge opens up

➹ ❂ Passionate: fem reader x dodge, the pair supports each other at their individual hobbies & spend quality time together

☻ ★ The Mind of a Mystery: fem reader x dodge, dodge opens up to the reader about his fears going into panic

➹ ✿ Love and Affection: fem reader x dodge, dodge gets an upset stomach and the reader takes care of him

❖ ➹ Before You Know It: fem reader x dodge, the reader gets her tonsils removed and dodge looks after her

West Side Story

❂ ☻ Larger Than Life: latina reader x riff, the reader impresses riff with her intelligence and their two personalities clash

➹ ❖ Confidential Couple: latina reader x riff, the reader and riff are in a secret relationship and go through the struggles of a secret romance and a close bond

✿ ➹ Exceeding Expectations: latina reader x riff, the reader comes to riff while on her period and he helps her through the pain

✿ ➹ Opposites: fem reader x riff, riff and the jets celebrate the reader’s birthday and riff spends the day making her feel special.

☻ ✿ Calm Within the Storm: latina reader x riff, they take shelter from a thunderstorm and riff comforts the reader when she gets startled by loud thunder

➹ ✿ Ghosts: fem!bisexual! reader x riff, set in a modern au and riff, reader, and jets get together for a movie night

❖ ➹ Death Wish: fem reader x riff, riff survives the rumble and the reader saves him

Mike Faist

➹ ❂ Up All Night: fem reader x mike, enemies to lovers where they travel for a performance while in newsies on broadway and they are forced to share a bed after they booked the wrong room, based on the prompt “sharing a bed”

➹ ❂ Ethereal: fem reader x mike, mike takes the reader to the west side story premiere and he makes her feel comfortable being in the spotlight for the first time

✿ ➹ Lucky: fem reader x mike, mike meets the reader at her work and afterwards treats her to a nice night in

✿ ➹ Something More: fem reader x mike, they meet while in newsies and slowly fall in love while the rest of the cast watches

❖➹ Perfect to Me: fem reader x mike, reader suffers a panic attack and doesn’t think she deserves mike until he comforts her

☻ ❂ Strangers: fem reader x mike, the reader meets mike while out with her dog and they talk and get coffee together

✿ ➹I’m So Tired: fem reader x mike, reader gets little sleep on a newsies show day and mike looks after her

★ ✿ Worthy: famous fem reader x mike, the reader finds herself lost in her fame until she meets mike, who pulls her out of her rut

★ ✿ Unlucky: fem reader x mike, the reader experiences one bad thing after another on a newsies show day and mike comforts her

Stranger Things

❂ ☻ Dangerous: fem reader & babysitter steve, reader is apart of the party around the time of s2 and steve protects her from the demodogs

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Can you write a Mike smut? Like I'm thinking morning sex because hes a morning person and all

Absolutely! It’s not exactly morning sex but it’s definitely in the morning- just in the kitchen lol Keep sending the requests!

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“Mike!” I let out a groan, seeing that he put the empty cream carton back into the fridge.

“Yeah, babe?” He calls over, popping his head around the corner.

I place a hand on my hip and hold up the carton, shaking it at him, “If it’s empty, don’t put it back in the fridge. You know I hate it when you do that.” I could see his eyes travelling down my body as I spoke, he licked his lips slightly before meeting my gaze.

“Well you know that I hate it when you stand half naked in my kitchen, babe,” I can hear his teasing tone as he steps closer. I look down, taking in my appearance. I ended up staying the night at Mike’s last night, so I’m only wearing my panties and one of his t-shirts.

I let out a giggle. “Oh really?” I ask sweetly, earning a nod in response. I place the carton down on the counter and quickly pulled my shirt off before looking back at him, “whoops.”

I let my shirt drop to the floor. Mike lets out a growl, picking me up and setting my down on the kitchen counter. His lips were on mine, kissing me hungrily while his hands roamed my body. I begin to tug on the hem of his shirt and he pulls away for a moment, smirking. He takes his shirt off quickly and then attaches his lips to my neck, sucking lightly.

“Mike,” I breathe out. He knows exactly where my sweet spot is. I run my hand slowly down his chest, feeling his abs before he suddenly pulls me off the counter.

“Get on your knees,” he demands. I smirk and do as he says, pulling his sweatpants and boxers down in the process. I grip his already hard cock in my hands and look up at him through my lashed before licking the tip delicately.

“Fuck,” he moans out, “(Y/N) don’t tease, c’mon.”

I lick slowly from the base to the tip before taking all of him in my mouth, causing his breath to hitch. He moaned again and bucked his hips forward, causing me to gag slightly. Hollowing out my cheeks, I begin to suck harder, wanting to make him moan more.

“That’s it babe,” he breathes out, grabbing a handful of my hair, “I’m so close. Oh god.” I feel his grip on me tighten and I stop before he can cum.

He groans and pulls me to my feet, “How about I help you feel good?” Without missing a beat, he pulls my panties down.

“Fuck,” I moan out, as I feel him slip a finger into my soaking wet pussy. “It feels so good Mike.”

“You’re so wet babe,” he whispers in my ear, “is that because of me?”

“Yes Mike, all you,” I nod up at him, “You make me so horny.”

He inserts two more fingers at the same time and increases the pace, pumping furiously. I wrap my arms around him and dig my nails into his back, leaving scratch marks.

“I want to make you scream,” he says against my neck, nibbling softly. I could hardly hear him over my moaning.

I cum on his fingers, letting out a scream of pleasure. Mike slowly pulls his fingers out and smirks at me before putting them in his mouth, “you taste good (Y/N).”

He then turns me around, bending me over and without any warning he slams his big cock into my pussy, making me squeal. He begins to thrust into me keeping a fast steady pace. I grip the counter so tight, my knuckles turn white. My face is flushed and all I can do is moan his name over and over again.

“Fuck, baby girl you’re so tight,” Mike moans, gripping my hips as he slams into me further.

“Oh Mike, I’m so close.”

“Let it go, baby,” he cooed. I release all over his cock, as he begins to slow down his pace until he fills me with his cum. He pulls out of me and I turn around to face him.

“That was fun,” I smile up at him and reach up, tangling my fingers in his hair. He leans in and kisses me passionately, wrapping his hands back around my waist.

He pulls back and smiles at me, “God you’re beautiful!” He reconnected our lips again before turning around to walk away, “and get dressed will ya!”

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mixed-theater-faisty-tings · 2 years

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MASTERLIST

My Stories

WEST SIDE STORY

Lovin’ Kind

Chapter 1•Chapter 2•Chapter 3•Chapter 4•Chapter 5•Chapter 6•Chapter 7•Chapter 8•Chapter 9•Chapter 10•Chapter 11•Chapter 12• Epilogue

Oneshots

West Side Story

“Welcome to the West Side”

“Always, I’ll Care”

Short’s

The Summer I Turned Pretty

Jeremiah Fisher

“Say the Words & I’m Yours”

“Tonight’s the Night” (Explicit)

“I Dare You” (Explicit)

Conrad Fisher

“Infinitely Jealous”(Explicit)

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inkandpen22 · 2 years

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Secrets in the Summer (3/?)

Pairing: Dodge Mason x Female!Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: swearing, mentions of phobias

Part Summary: It’s the Fourth of July, over a week has passed since the granary and there’s silence from the Judges. When Nat seeks an alliance with Dodge, Y/N makes an alliance of her own.

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I drive up to the training pen on the ranch. I would’ve been here sooner had I not been obligated to attend the parade with Nat and Heather.

Dodge skipped out on the festivities to help out on the ranch. He’s been trying to tame this one Appaloosa for weeks now. Everyone says he’s the only one who can do it. He is the only one who has the patience for it but sometimes I think these guys forget he’s just a kid. These thirty-something professionals put a lot of faith into an eighteen-year-old. They’re the professionals who get paid to risk their safety. Dodge does it because he loves it despite the danger.

I hop out of the driver’s seat of my car and stroll over to Dodge’s to sit on his trunk while he finishes up. This is our routine on the weekends or in this case the Fourth of July. Whenever he isn’t working, Dodge is here training for the next competition or helping out the boys on the ranch. I come and watch when I can. It used to make Dodge a bit nervous when we first started dating but not anymore. Now, he sees it as a good luck charm. He cleared the board the first time I went to one of his competitions. I haven’t missed one since. He won’t let me. He makes me wear his black hat too because I stole it the day he won everything. Dodge isn’t superstitious or anything...

Watching him ride triggers mixed emotions. A part of me loves it. It’s fun dating a badass cowboy. The other half is all too aware of the risks. One bad kick or landing and Dodge won’t ever ride again. Riding is his life, nothing good would come from him losing it.

The horse bucks with just the right amount of aggression to have Dodge slip off, thankfully he lands on his feet. he starts toward the gate, panting to catch his breath. Then, the house starts to charge at him while his back is turned.

“Yo! Yo! Watch it!” Adam warns from the fence.

Dodge sprints away, avoiding the flailing horse. He hops onto the gate and swings over. The three men hop into the pen to calm the horse down and get ready to guide back into the stables.

Dodge approaches me, decked out his cowboy hat, boots, and matching denim outfit. Damn.

“Hi Baby,” he greets with a slight pant.

“Howdy,” I snicker.

He plants a quick peck to my lips before taking a seat on the trunk of his car beside me. “Natalie came to see me at the cafe yesterday,” he states casually.

My head snaps in his direction. “Wait, what!”

“She found out about me reenrolling in school, that I compete, and suspects I’m a Judge.” He certainly left the best for last.

My brows scrunch together with a scoff. “A judge?”

He hums, nodding faintly.

“Bullshit but okay,” I accuse, turning my attention back to the pen.

He snickers. “Why do you say that?”

“She knows you moved here last August. The Judges wouldn’t have picked a total stranger,” I reason.

“That’s what I told her. She wants to team up,” he adds as if there wasn’t already enough.

“And?” I inquire.

“And…” He pauses, watching as the guys guide the horse back to the stables. He best choose his next words wisely. “I don’t think it would hurt. She’s trying to get me to… I don’t know... like her in some way, earn my approval?” He describes with a furrowed brow. “I don’t care if all of us work together to get in the final four, but her being so nice isn’t necessary.”

"Interesting..." I press my lips together and my eyes wander to a distant piece of grass.

"Don't get like that," he remarks disapprovingly and rubs my back.

"Like what?" I frown, keeping my focus anywhere but him.

He tucks his fingers between my chin and guides me to look at him. "Quiet, when I know gosh darn well that your mind is racing,” he remarks confidently. “She's your friend. You don't trust her?"

"I don't trust anyone.”

His features falter as his eyes search my face. "Even me?"

I sigh, still torn on that answer. "I'm starting to."

He brings his hand to my cheek and brushes strands of my hair back. "I'll never hurt you." He mumbles and places a gentle kiss on my forehead.

When he pulls back and rests his forehead against mine, I meet his gaze. "That's a tall promise,” I whisper.

His lips brush against mine. “So, what about tonight?”

“We go on business as usual,” I conclude reluctantly, hating the idea of Doge working with Nat. “I play dumb, act like Natalie, Heather and I are best friends. you’re allies with Natalie, and nobody needs to know the truth.”

“She asked me about you,” he confesses. “About the granary.”

I swallow hard. When Dodge almost fell I didn’t care who saw or what came of the game. All I cared about was him and now that it’s been over a week I’m not surprised that Natalie is seeking answers. “And?”

“Told her I hardly knew you, that we were work-friends if that.”

I nod. “Good. Let’s keep it like that.”

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Dodge and I agreed to have him pick up Natalie and Heather before getting me to aid in our story. The less we’re seen alone together the better. I also told him to ask Natalie for directions. If they found out he knew the way to my house like the back of his hand, that would add to their suspicion. We also agreed that I have to act as though I don’t want to be allies with him. I have to be completely in the dark.

At seven sharp, my doorbell rings and I rise from my couch. I stuff my phone into my shorts pocket as I swing open my front door.

Nat waits for me with a perky smile. “Ready?”

And so it begins...

“Yeah!” I force on a smile and step outside. I spot Dodge’s car in the driveway with Heather in the backseat. “What’s this?”

“Extra pair of eyes and hands,” Nat justifies.

My brows scrunch together and I slow to a halt. “Can we trust him?”

Nat rolls her eyes and walks back to me. “You guys work practically every day together, you tell me.”

“I don’t trust him as far as I can throw him,” I lie, needing to sell this story to her.

“You seemed to care about him at the granary,” she argues.

It takes every bit of me not to roll my eyes. So, she’s interrogating like she did Dodge? Fine, she wants to play dirty, let’s play.

“Just because I don’t want to see a kid dead doesn’t mean we’re best friends,” I counter.

“Did you know his name is Andrew?” She tosses at me, crossing her arms over her chest.

Yes.

My lips part. “Wait what?”

She hums and steps closer to whisper. “Found out today. I went by his house when I was putting up posters. He has a sister in a wheelchair, Dayna. They moved here, reenrolled in school after he had already graduated, and he’s like in the top 10 best rodeo riders in the country.”

“I had no idea. Then again, he doesn’t talk much.” I tell her, glancing over her shoulder at Dodge. His eyes meet mine with a stone-cold expression. “And you think we can trust him?”

“He’s in the game for a reason. He claims it’s just for the money. I think there’s something else and I’m gonna find out what,” she voices, filled with determination.

Little does she know that I know Dodge better than anyone and I trust him more than anyone. Natalie wants to use Dodge for her own gain? Fine, I’ll use her and we’ll see who’s the last one standing.

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Diggins rambles on with some gibberish as we all stand in a circle in the woods by the farm. “Time flies, so fly like the crow to reap future treasures from wars long ago. Take one of these tokens along with when you leave and send a proof in pictures by midnight to me.”

“Um, translation... please?” Troy sasses.

Diggins sighs. “Troy, I wish that I could help you. But the puzzle is part of...”

“You're supposed to steal something,” Summer interjects.

“Thank you, Summer,” Diggins huffs.

“Uh, so we have to go in-inside the house?” Shawna questions.

“Illegal entry... it happens every year,” Heather explains.

“Hmm, the student becomes the master?” Nat grins proudly.

“You can choose the cornfields or the woods to get to Spurlock's,” Diggins explains. “And 'cause we didn't complete the last challenge, the judges decided it was unfair to award or deduct any points-based...”

My jaw drops. “Wait, how is that fair?”

“Some of us actually had to cross!” Heather adds.

“Yeah, not all of us,” Nat argues.

“Yeah, I had to cross, Diggins!” Ray growls, about ready to throw some punches.

“Rankings are the same as they were after the first challenge,” Diggins reiterates, standing his ground. “Also, 'cause the cops busted us, no more spectators.

“We're still missing Tyler,” Summer points out.

“He'll be here,” Ray states.

“Okay, we'll just sneak in, steal something, get out, and then take a picture and send proof to Diggins by midnight!” Summer instructs, hopping down from the back of the truck.

“This challenge is worth 50 points, all or nothing,” Diggins adds. “You need 150 in order to make it to the next challenge, so... give it all you got.”

Everyone laughs, eager to get started. Dodge and I glance at one another, not sharing in their enthusiasm, but sure as hell ready to get this over with.

Ray passes by me and smirks. “Good luck, Princess.”

“You’re the one who needs the luck,” I challenge, earning a please grin from him.

Dodge appears at my side. “You ready?”

I hum. “Yeah.”

He glances toward Ray and steps between us. “Let's go around the woods,” he determines, pressing a protective hand to my back and guiding me away from Ray.

Nay, Heather, Dodge, and I run along the tree line toward the cornfield. I’ve always hated cornfields. I won’t go anywhere near a corn maze around Halloween. Anywhere I can’t get trapped I hate.

Nat slows and we gather just at the edge of the field. “Um... it'll be faster if we split up and scout. Um, we should see the greenhouses soon, or we're too far west. Let's meet back at the next break in ten minutes?” She suggests.

“Got it,” Heather agrees, already on her way.

“Hey,” I call after her before she disappears entirely. “Watch out, yeah?”

She offers me a soft smile. “Will do.”

So not only do I have to go into a corn maze but I have to go into it alone, nice.

“Alright, I’ll see y’all later,” I reluctantly start heading away from Dodge and Nat.

“Be careful!” She tells me, waving goodbye.

I glance at Dodge one last time before I head into the corn. I can’t believe I’m leaving him alone with her. I despise this plan already. _____________________________

Phobias are often things people joke about or tease each other over. A fear of snakes, the dark, heights, or in my case, a fear of trapped, dark/deep bodies of water, or drowning. How about a combination of all three? Cleithrophobia, thalassophobia, and aquaphobia. Put this corn maze into a giant tank, fill it with water and I would no doubt have a panic attack. Though, I’m already having enough anxiety with cleithrophobia at the moment. The fear of being trapped.

There are always stories of people getting stuck in one of these for hours, sometimes for a whole day. I can practically feel the minutes pass by like seconds.

Tick... tick... tick

I keep having to check over my shoulder due to the constant gut-wrenching feeling of being followed. With each breeze, I swear it’s someone breathing down my neck.

All I have to do is get to the house. I just need to head south and get to the house.

As I’m trying to remain focused and remind myself of the task -- distract myself -- There’s a crack behind me. I whip around and slip on a combination of some fallen stocks and mud.

“Well, well, well,” a voice expresses from within the corn.

My heart pounds in my chest so hard that it aches. Do I run? Would I make it? Would I become lost and lose all direction?

Then, Ray emerges from the shadows with a smug smirk. “If it isn't Y/N on her knees. I’ve dreamt of this moment.”

“Jesus!” I pant, finally able to breathe again. “Shit Hall you scared the shit out of me!”

He chuckles. “I scare you and you fall on your ass? Sounds about right.” He offers me his hand and helps me up. “You’ve always been a bit of a clutz.”

“Ha...ha...” I sass, wiping down my shorts to get rid of the dirt and strands of hay.

“Where are your buddies?” He teases.

“We split up, divide and conquer,” I grumble, knowing it’s a bunch of bullshit but it’s what Natalie wants to sell.

He snickers. “And who’s idea was that?”

I give him a knowing look. “Take a lucky guess.”

He narrows his gaze, a hint of suspicion lingers in his eyes. “If you don’t like Nat’s plans, why do you go along with them?”

I shrug. “Allies are an important thing to have in a game like this.”

Every word I’ve said is nothing but a bunch of lies. I hate it more than anything but Dodge has reminded me time and time again that lying isn’t bad if everyone else is doing it against us. An eye for an eye.

“What about you and me?” Ray questions, stepping closer until our faces are mere inches apart. “Think we could be a team?”

I tilt my head back, peering up at him with uncertainty. “You're fucking with me.”

“Me? Never, at least not with you,” he grins.

Ray wouldn’t necessarily be bad to have on my side. He’s been pining after me since the 8th grade and perhaps that puppy dog infatuation would cloud his judgment. Earn his trust, use his skills and knowledge of the game, increase my chances of getting the final four, not a bad plan. If I keep convincing Nat that she and Heather are my only friends in this game, she’d never see it coming. I would have her -- which is questionable -- Heather, Dodge, and Ray all helping me to the finish line.

“Look, I know a shortcut if you want to follow me,” he offers, stepping back toward the direction he was heading. He offers me his hand, but I hesitate. “What? Don't trust me?” He smirks.

“No. Why would I? You tried to sabotage Dodge at the last challenge,” I recall that very important detail.

Advantage or not, Ray isn’t exactly a saint. If I’m going to team up with him, I have to be certain he’s not going to screw me over.

“I don't need sabotage to win, sweetheart,” he argues and shows me the clock on his phone. “Time's a-ticking.”

“Yeah, I don't want to point out the obvious, but I'm actually the one that's winning,” I counter.

“You were winning, but we both know you’re not making it out of this maze without some help,” he states, giving me a knowing look. “Fear is a strong emotion and I'm willing to lend you a helping hand. Remember, there are dozens of traps laying around here thanks to nutty Spurlock. Wouldn’t want you getting trapped, would we?”

My breath becomes shallow as he stares at me. Does he really know how terrified I am? How could Ray know about my fears? Granted, everyone knows about the accident, but not the specifics. He must be guessing.

“Who knows? Maybe you'll even return the favor and help me out some time,” he suggests, biting down on his lip.

Suddenly, there’s a loud screech and the cornfield lights up like a Christmas tree. Ray lunges toward me and yanks me down to the ground. The screeching becomes a tornado-like siren and shouting ensues.

“Are you fucking kidding me?! Dumbass kids!” You have ten seconds to get off my property! One!”

The siren is accompanied by an ear-piercing gunshot, causing Ray and I both to jump. Another follows and breaks through some stocks just yards away from us.

“Oh shit!” Ray brings me down lower and covers most of me with his body.

I grip the sleeve of his shirt. “Ray, let’s go!”

“What? No, we need to get inside!” He argues, poking his head up to get a better look at the house.

“And get shot?!”

He peers down at me and cups my face pleadingly. “Look, I won’t let him hurt you! Do you trust me?”

For some reason, a piece of me does trust Ray. “Yes.”

A glimmer appears in his eyes upon my answer and despite this less than ideal situation, there’s some optimism in his tone. “Okay, let’s go this way.” He slips his hand into mine and we start heading down the row of corn.

Mr. Spurlock continues shooting into the sky, the corn, everywhere. Ray releases my hand and slips his arm around my waist, locking his fingers through the loops of my shorts. When I nearly hit a trap, he yanks me back by my shorts and insists he leads. I don’t protest though if he gets hurt I’m fucked. His eyes flicker all around and though he would never admit it, I can tell he’s just as terrified, except he has more determination to win. I suppose this is why I trust him. He doesn’t have to keep me safe but he is and he’s willing to take a bullet for me. Very few people would do that on any occasion, but in Panic, it’s unheard of. So yes, I trust him.

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Try Me. [Dodge Mason x Reader]

a/n: hello! this is the superflirty!dodge x shy!reader i promised! um, i got bored so made this really fucking “steamy” lmfao. i rlly don’t know what else you’d call this.

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feel free to request more dodge/mike/riff stuff!

warnings: steam LMAO. this is also kind of a shit show, but seriously, hope you guys enjoy! let me know if you wantg more stuff like this!

w/c: 2.1k

Aggressively, the boy grabbed you by the chin and jerked your face to the left and the right, scanning your face for injuries, his face resting in a scowl. You tried to back up before a hand found its home on your waist tugging you close to him. With a quiet tsk, he grabbed your arm gently and tugged you into his house. You had seen him walking by and decided to say hello, but apparently the boy had different ideas, “Y’know, I knew you were breathtakingly beautiful, but I didn’t know you were also dumb as a rock.”

You frowned as you reluctantly followed behind him, “That was just mean.” You mumbled, “L-Look Dodge, I don’t even need your help, I just-” Dodge turned to you and raised a brow, “Yeah?” Another tug towards him and you were now flush against him. Dodge looked down at you, his mouth agape. You swallowed and looked deep into his eyes, your mouth falling open too as his mouth forming into a heart-stopping beautiful smirk. “Well, guess what, Y/n.” The boy’s smirk only grew, “I know exactly what you need.” You gulped, audibly, causing him to chuckle softly.

“Well...” You paused, blinking slowly as you looked up at him, “What would that be...?” You dared, causing Dodge to lean into your ear and whisper, “Me.” You felt goosebumps rise all over your skin and a blush overtake your face. Dodge pulled back and winked down at you, starting to walk with you again. “Dodge, no. Shut up...” You mumbled, jerking your hand from his.

With a sigh, Dodge grabbed your hand, pulling you into his room. “Look, just let me check you out in here, clothes optional.” He teased before getting to the point, “I know you fell pretty hard last night, just wanna make sure my favorite girl’s alright.” You rolled your eyes and grew angry at yourself for the blush that once again occupied your face.

Last night was the second challenge of Panic. You had to walk from one tower to the other on a thin piece of metal, and you had fallen over. You remember hearing several people freaking out and when you found yourself looking down at your audience, you couldn’t help the fact that you were looking for Dodge. Though he was pretty far away from you, you could still see the way his body tensed and his jaw locked. If you weren’t close to potentially dying, you would’ve spent a little longer gawking at him. He looked amazing and you longed to see him closer, but you got your head back on your shoulders and thought of ways to get yourself out of this predicament. Eventually, you managed to pull yourself up with a loud groan. You were standing on the bar again, and with a quick sprint, you made it to the other side.

Your attention was brought back to the present when you felt warmth on your arms, the brunet had your arm in his hands as he examined you, searching for any sort of injury. Sheepishly you swallowed and looked down at your arm, “Are...Are we going to talk about last night?” You hadn’t meant to ask the question so bluntly, but it was too late now. Dodge looked up at you and quirked a brow before smirking,

After you came down from the tower, you were searching for the tall, muscular, quiet boy. You quickly jogged to where he was originally standing, but by the time you got there, he was gone. A small whine rested in your throat as you searched for him, but you were cut short at the sound of sirens and the flashing of lights. You gasped and backpedalled, smacking into multiple people. However, two hands found themselves on your waist. You flicked your head up behind you and saw Dodge. “Dodge...” You sighed in relief at seeing someone you recognized, he held a finger up to your lips and let go of your waist before grabbing your hand, “We gotta go now, princess.”

You knew he was insulting you, but you couldn’t help the butterflies that swarmed in your stomach. The term was referring to how you were always following rules and basically had everyone at your beck and call before you graduated. You knew Dodge didn’t like you because of that, he hated the fact that everything was handed to you, but to be fair, you hated it too. It made your crush on him much harder to deal with. But, you wanted to branch out and be crazy like everyone else your age, which was why you even joined Panic to begin with. The money was also a good bonus though, of course.

Dodge cursed under his breath, “Fuck...” You drew your attention to him and noticed the dead end you’d run into. You still heard the sirens and clamoring of the other members of the game and you felt your heart began to race even faster. Dodge’s chest rose and fell as he stared silently for a moment before his eyes snapped to you with a smirk slowly starting to spread on his face, “I have an idea, but I don’t think you’re going to like it.”

Hearing the approaching footsteps and voices, while also seeing the lights get closer you nodded, “Whatever! J-Just go for it!” You whispered shouted, your eyes anxiously darting towards the noise of the cops and Dodge’s beautiful eyes that you’d loved staring at for the past year.

The smirk was now plastered on his face and wasn’t leaving anytime soon, “Promise you’re okay with it?” He asked slowly, a hand dancing up your side, causing you to shudder. The cops were going to find you any second now, “Yes, Dodge! Just do it!” You yelled a little too loud, your nerves fraying even more when you heard footsteps coming straight for you now.

“Take off your shirt.” He whispered, yanking his off and tossing it aside, “What?!” You gasped. Now, you gasped for two reasons: out of shock, and out of shock. Dodge’s shirt was off and you could see up close how toned he was and you lost your breath. Though, you didn’t have a lot of time before you found yourself being scooped up and pinned to a nearby tree. The muscular boy took your shirt off himself and tossed it behind him, kissing down your neck and chest, unbuttoning his pants and shuffling them down a bit.

Tiny moans left your lips as you looked down at him. A dream. Everything that Dodge was doing was an absolute dream. He cupped your cheek now and kissed you deeply, pushing himself as close as he could to your groin. His hands were under your skirt now as he gripped onto your thighs. You were feeling so many things now, a mixture of shock and delight being the most prevalent. He ground his hips into yours, more moans leaking from your mouth, and groans leaving his “D-Dodge~” You whimpered, and he sucked on your neck, moaning in your ear.

Your body was exploding in goosebumps and overall pleasure, but it was cut short and replaced with fear and disappointment when a bright white light was flashed onto you two. The male made a big show of covering you, placing both of his hands on the sides of your thighs as he spread his shoulders, “Woah, woah, hey, whaddaya doin’?” He craned his head around to look at the cops standing in front of you.

Upon realizing what was going on, the cops averted their eyes and groaned, covering their eyes too. “Ah, Jesus kid. What’re you doin’?!” Officer Williams complained, the bright light of the flashlight still on you two,

“Um. What’s it look like? I’m fucking my girlfriend.” His familiar smirk was on his face again as he glanced at you and winked, loving the look on your face. You were a tomato at this point and you were at a loss. You didn’t know what to do or what to say, so you just didn’t.

Williams rolled his eyes and let out another groan, “So you two weren’t involved in the-” Langley delivered a smack to her partner’s shoulder and shoved him a bit, “Todd, let em go. Clearly if they were out here, getting, uh...busy, so to speak, I’m sure they weren’t involved. Let’s go actually find some kids who were involved.” She shot you a look of sympathy before dragging her partner off, “You two better at least be using protection!”

After hearing them and no longer seeing them, Dodge placed you on the ground gently and jogged over to your shirts, picking up yours and his before laughing softly to himself, “What...?” You nervously questioned as you walked closer to him. He held up your now torn shirt and handed you his, “Looks like you’re gonna have to wear mine for now, princess.” His famous smirk on his face once again.

“That was a new shirt, I presume?” Dodge teased, looking up at you. You looked away and your eyes scrunched in pain as Dodge cleaned out your scrapes. He noticed you were looking away before he leaned down and kissed the inside of your wrist to grab your attention. You jerked your hand away and moved to the other side of his room, causing him to stand and look at you in his mirror. “Somethin’ I do wrong?” He queried, hands resting on his hips and his head was cocked to the side.

You looked him in the eyes through the mirror, “Why did you do all of that last night?” You blinked slowly as you watched him take a step closer to you, “Oh you mean save our asses? Well, you know, there’s this place called jail that I don’t Little Miss Princess Y/n wants to go! And come to think of it, I don’t want to-” You groaned in frustration and turned around before looking at him, “No! I mean, why that of all things!” You felt yourself blushing again and you rubbed your cheeks trying to rid yourself of it, and Dodge smiled at you,

“Trying to rub away a blush makes it more obvious.” He teased in a sing-song voice, frustrating you even more. “This isn’t fair, Dodge!” You cried out, his smirk gone now. “You can’t just do that to someone, it isn’t right! What if...What if...” You stumbled over your words a bit, not knowing whether to feel good or bad about what happened last night.

He took a step closer to you again and you could feel his breath on your face, “What if what, princess?” There was that name again, in a whisper this time. Yet, now, it felt... different. It felt like a compliment rather than an insult. You swallowed hard and looked him in the eyes, his multicolored eyes hypnotizing you, “What if...What if I’ve loved you since I’ve met you? Is that something you really want to fuck with?”

His eyes danced with delight and you grew more and more confused by the second, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pushed you into his wall in a quick fluid motion. He leaned his forehead against yours, “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say those words.”

And he kissed you, for real this time. Dodge kissed you, feverishly, because he wanted to, because he could. He didn’t kiss you because he was trying not to get arrested, but because he loved you too. He lifted your lower back off the wall and held you as close to himself as he could and he kissed you as deeply as the law of physics would allow him to. He kissed you until neither of you could breathe, leading you to break apart with swollen lips.

He held your cheek now as he caressed your face, his thumb running up and down your cheekbone. “What took you so long?” You asked, a smile on your face. Dodge raised a brow and laughed softly, “What took me so long? You just told me you felt like this for a year!” You waved him off and asked another question instead, “I thought you hated me. What was that all about?”

He frowned and let his arms sit around you waist before pushing your hair back, “I--Uh, not my brightest moment, I guess. I was just really worried you wouldn’t feel the same. So, I thought it’d be better if I just pretended, you know?” He said quietly, barely looking at you.

You turned his face towards you and you smiled once again, placing a soft kiss on his lips, before pulling him towards his bed,

“Well, why don’t we make up for lost time?”

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