No, You Don't Understand, I'm So Proud Of Mike Faist, And He Deserves All The Recognition And Love In

no, you don't understand, i'm so proud of mike faist, and he deserves all the recognition and love in the world.

as a swiftie, this warmed my heart.

lover

Pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Summary: Little moments in your relationship with Jj that reminds you of a Taylor Swift song. 

Warnings: None really - the littlest bit on angst. 

Fluff - Angst 

Lover

Lyrics in bold!

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Could you possibly write dodge mason x reader? Maybe one of them has a panic attack and the other has to try to ground them? Anything with a little fluff at the end would be *chef’s kiss*. Thank you!

Dodge Mason x Reader: I'm right here.

Words: 1307

Warnings: Explicit panic attacks, angst, fluff in the end.

Reader pronouns: Not stated

Summary: Panic has left a big scar on you. You had almost made it to the final, but the individual challenge sent you over the edge. You didn't make it. And weeks later, the individual challenge nightmares still remain assaulting you.

Author's note: Thank you for requesting, lovely anon, especially for Dodge. I'm still trying to figure out how to write his mysterious personality and all this practice is getting me to a good place, I think. Reader and Dodge are in an established relationship. Also, please keep on requesting! I don't have any request more!

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Being underwater brought a weird feeling to everyone. But for you? For you it brought fear.

You had always been scared of being underwater. Swimming was fine as long as you didn't have to dive, maybe jumping from the rocks was the furthest you would ever do. You had no idea why did it scare you so much, but it did. You didn't want to risk drowning. That's why your eyes widened when you saw the enormous tank, full of water, in your individual challenge.

"What the hell, Diggins?" You almost cried out, looking over at the boy.

He shrugged. There was pity on his face, he knew you were scared of that. Everyone knew, you guessed.

"Two minutes under water, Y/N," said Diggins, showing you the chronometer on his phone "I'll hold you down so you don't go up. Unless you touch my wrist, then I'll stop holding you. C'mon. Teo minutes is the longest an average, normal human being can hold"

"Fuck you"

You stared at the tank. It was threatening. It was scary. You were sure you shouldn't do it. It was dangerous. If Dodge would have been there he would have asked you not to do it. But then again, that was Panic, and it's only rule was do not panic. You only had to breath. Or well, they not to breath in order to not breath water and die.

"Clock's running," reminded you Diggins, crossing his arms.

"Fine, I'll do it!" You got rid of your hoodie, leaving your shoes and your phone with it and walked to the tank.

Diggins helped you to get into it until the water was reaching your neck. God, it was deep.

You looked at him, with fear on your eyes, unable to hold it back. You didn't need the money, anyways. I mean, you did, but... at which prize? Was it really worth it?

"We're running out of time," Diggins insisted, putting his hands on your shoulders. You shivered. Water was cold "Now or never"

You didn't think it twice "Now"

After you had taken a big breath full of air, you submerged yourself into the water, feeling the pressure Diggins was doing on your shoulder to keep you from accidentally going up. For any other of the contestants, that individual challenge could have being a gift. It certainly could have been one to Dodge. But for you, it was a nightmare.

Your heart pounded against your chest, so hard you thought it would explode. You didn't dare to open your eyes, too scared the sight will scare you off and make you lose control. But you weren't really in control, and you noticed that when you started losing the air you had gathered in your lungs.

Inevitably, your heart pounded harder. It felt like an eternity down there but you were sure you hadn't even reached one minute holding your breath. Your heart felt like it was going to explode in any minute, and you felt like dying. You couldn't do it. You couldn't. You couldn't.

You lost the air. Your chest was too operated by the water and you tried to breathe, making the biggest mistake for you were under water. You hold onto Diggins' wrists like your life depended on it, and he pulled you out. But still, you couldn't breathe.

You sat up violently on the bed, your lungs not having the air they needed. Cold sweat ran down your spine as you tried to control your breath and keep the panic attack outside of you, but you failed miserably. The pressure that kept your chest from getting all the air your lungs cried out for only got bigger as you crawled out of the bed, so you wouldn't wake up Dodge, peacefully sleeping right next to you.

Panic had finished weeks ago but the nightmares were only beginning. The water tank incident haunted you every night on your sleep, but never as real as now. If you tried hard enough, you could even feel the water that surrounded you back at the tank, but you were too busy trying to not make noise while trying to slow down your breath.

However, Dodge had never been a heavy sleeper but rather a light one, and from the very moment you got out of the bed he had woken up. It took some time for him to open his eyes and tried to figure out what was happening, but when he saw you shaking on the darkness, standing, your chest heavily raising and going down, he made his best to reach out to you.

"Hey, hey," he said, his voice lower and more hoarse than usually. Dodge's hands went to grab yours, squeezing them a bit "You're safe, Y/N. I'm here, it's all over"

You didn't know in which moment you had started crying out of desperation but tears were rolling down your cheeks as you tried to look up at him "I can't-" your voice broke in a hard, dry noise when your lungs prohibited you to talk. A rather hoarse noise escape your mouth when you couldn't find the air to keep breathing.

"Let's focus on that breathing, okay? C'mon, try to match mine," Dodge put your hand to his chest, were his heart was supposed to beat. You felt the fabric of the t-shirt, his muscles underneath it, and, mostly, his heart beat "You're good"

You shook your head violently, you chest raising too much. You tried to contain the little air you had been able to take in, and then let it go a bit before he did, but still your heart race stopped being so high as you stared at his eyes in complete pain and confusion.

Dodge encouraged you to take another breath in, without letting go from neither of your hands, and so you did. The pressure against your chest started to slowly disappear, but your chest remained wildly raising in case it would come back.

"You're safe, babe," he assured, caressing your cheek lightly and making distracting circles on your hand with his thumb "Are you feeling better?"

Again, you shook your head, this time more calmly. Dodge kept rubbing circles on the back of your hand, to ground you, and slowly you came back to reality and stopped feeling like you were close to death. You inevitably sobbed when you realized how horrible that moment had been, and Dodge pulled you into a tight hug.

"The same nightmare?" Asked Dodge, and sighed when you nodded against his shoulder with your head "You're safe now"

You nodded "I know. I know. I'm sorry, it's just-"

"It's okay. You'll be okay"

"Thank you" when he tried to let go, you kept him close. He had no problem with keep on hugging you "Don't leave- Stay for a bit. Please?"

"I won't leave anywhere," he assured, resting his hand on your hair "I'm right here. Wanna sit?"

He didn't let go of your hand when you nodded, and once you were sitting on the edge of the bed he hugged you again and pulled you practically onto his lap, for you to have him again close. Dodge was gentle, taking the tears out of your cheeks, meanwhile making circles with his hands on your back. You kept your breath steady as he kept on giving you those light cuddles, and you were able to smile when he started kissing your hand, slowly. 

"Next time, if there is a next time, wake me up," he murmured, his lips brushing your hand's skin. 

"Sorry"

"It's okay, Y/N. I'm sorry Panic has done this to you"

You shrugged "It's fine. I'm fine now. It's not real anymore" then, you rested your hand on his chest "This… this is real. I hope"

Dodge chuckled lightly, a tickle running there were his lips brushed again against your skin "It's real"

here you have my fandoms & who i write for. so far i've only gotten dodge request, i'm starting to write them now! not that i complain, dodge deserves more content.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN !!

c'mon, send that question. hit that anon if you're shy.

Teaser: From my WIP Once upon a time... Dodge Mason x Original Character ( Prologue )

Word count: 1516

Edited?: No

Author's note: Another sneak peak because writer block is a bitch! But this time, Dodge Mason. Mike Faist has me in awe tbh. This is the prologue to my WIP Once Upon a Time, my Panic fanfic. Dodge Mason x Fem!OC dynamic. Tbh Gen is one of the best ocs I've ever made, I should keep writing this. Feedback is appreciated, even though it's a short prologue <3

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ONCE UPON A TIME there was a girl made of rumors. Her name was Genevieve Hayes, but she was known as Gen. Rumors had created a personality out of Gen. A whore, a lesbian, someone miserable. A mistake. Gen learnt to live with those rumors, making them hers, spoiling the fame of some of them and completely rejecting others. But some things weren't just rumors, some where true. Gen was poor. A lot of people was poor in Carp, in greater levels or lesser. And she was sure there was only one way of getting out of that shithole being poor: playing the game.

ONCE UPON A TIME there was a stranger with a plan. Dodge Mason was new in town, he had come in the middle of August and he was still a stranger. The new kid. Mysterious, sarcastic and quiet, he had a plan. A perfect plan, except for the mistakes that started to blossom.

ONCE UPON A TIME there was a game. A chance for people like Dodge and Gen and others to get some money and escape. Their only way out. That year, their year of playing, the winning price was 50,000 dollars. There is only one winner, but contestants can make alliances. The game is changing, it's becoming more dangerous. But teenagers like the ones in Carp are still willing to play. In Panic there is only one rule: don't panic.

ONCE UPON A TIME there was a boy and a girl, with dreams and plans. They would make a great team. The greatest couple. But lies, rumors, danger and the game have a lot of weight.

ONCE UPON A TIME there was a girl, a boy, a game and only one way out.

Could you possibly write a fic where Dodge is somehow put in a vulnerable state or situation? You’re a wonderful writer, I’m excited to see where this could go.

Dodge Mason x Original Character: I'm not sick.

Words: 1452

Reader pronouns: not stated

Summary: Basically, Dodge gets sick.

Author's note: Thank you for requesting! And it's so kind of you to tell me that, I love you <3. I received this request while I was finishing Told you there was not much to see. I thought of answering the request with it but since it included such a triggering topic, I decided not to. It took me some time deciding in which "vulnerable" position I wanted to put Dodge in. Putting him in danger broke my heart so I went for the 'being sick' cliche. I don't know if that's the vulnerable that you expected, but is certainly the one you're getting, and I don't regret it one bit! Also reader and Dodge are in a established relationship. Criticism is appreciated, requests are open!!

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It had been pretty weird waking up to no texts from Dodge, he always made sure to leave some messages for you every morning, even if you were already awake. But still, you had just thought he was busy, maybe riding a horse somewhere or working on early hours at Dot's. However, when you had received that text message from Dayna saying Dodge was sick, everything made a lot more sense. She wasn't asking you to come and take care of your boyfriend, but you decided to do so because you really didn't have anything better to do. 

You pulled over and walked out of the car after you had made sure your phone was with you. The Mason's house was waiting for you from across the street, hidden behind the trees and the metallic fence. Hidden, exactly like the Masons were at first in that little town. Being invisible, and ignored. 

Both the fence and the front door were not locked, still you knocked on the latest to make sure they knew you were there. You were closing the front door behind you when Dayna came from the kitchen, smiling a bit when she saw it was you. 

Dayna was the reason why you met Dodge. I mean, yes, the boy went to your school, but that didn't mean you two talked. You had met Dayna when delivering some food order from your mother's restaurant, and you had gradually become friends to the point you would spend the night at the house, as a sleepover. Dodge found himself falling for his sister's friend before he could notice. He had asked you out on a date, you had said yes... The rest was History. 

"Sick boy is upstairs," Dayna chuckled before you could even open your mouth to greet her. You smiled at her ", be careful, though, he gets pretty annoying when he's sick" 

"I think I can handle him," you said, still smiling gently. You tried to look over at the kitchen, but the hallway and its walls didn't allow you to see anything "Is your mom home?" 

Dayna shook her head "No. Uh, but before you go upstairs, give him this," the girl turned around in her wheelchair and went to the kitchen. You followed her, watching then how she took the tea she had been preparing, putting it into a nice, unbreakable plastic cup and gave it to you "He needs to take this" 

"I'll make sure he does," you assured, taking the warm cup in your hands. Dayna smiled at you "Thanks, Y/N" 

You nodded with your head, still not turning around "Is he contagious?" 

"I don't think so. His body is just drained and he has a sore throat" 

Without further ado, you turned around after nodding again and went upstairs. You walked in the darkness of the hall upstairs without the need to switch the light on, you had those walls and that floor memorized from spending so much time there. It could be said that house was your second home. After all, it was a nice place, after you had been able to win the trust of the three people living there - and, believe me, it hadn't been easy. 

Dodge's bedroom was the one down the hall. The door wasn't completely closed, like an invitation from you to enter into the even darker bedroom. Dodge was probably pretty sick if he had to keep his lights off, or that's what you thought as you entered slowly. 

"Dodge, babe?" You asked softly, wondering if he was awake. 

You stayed by the door, not completely confident to move through the bedroom with no lights, and waiting for you eyes to adjust to the darkness. Maybe there was something on the floor you could trip with, even though Dodge usually kept his room pretty tidy. Or at least tidier than yours. 

The noises of a body brushing against the sheets of the bed revealed Dodge was in fact awake, as he tried to gather the strength he needed to lift himself up. Your eyes recognized his silhouette. 

"Hey," his voice didn't sound completely off, but it betrayed him. That wasn't a voice someone sane would have. 

"How are you feeling, babe?" You moved as soon as your eyes finally caught sight of the floor behind you, without anything that could make you trip. 

"I'm feeling great," assured Dodge "Why wouldn't I?" 

You chuckled lightly "Well, turns out you're sick?" 

"I'm not sick" 

Slowly, you made your way to his bed and sat down next to him, making sure he was well covered by the sheets. You couldn't quite tell because of the no light situation, but his eyes were tired and brightless, his hair was messy and a bit sweaty, and he didn't move much because his whole body hurt. 

"Here, take this," you searched for his hand so he could hold the still warm cup of tea, but it shook when you tried to give it to him and you had to rush to not let it fall "Okay, I'll hold it" 

"No, I can-" 

You shook your head firmly. He knew he had nothing to do to convince you otherwise. 

Your hand went to the back of his neck to help him hold his head in place, like he was a baby, and he parted his lips as you held the cup near his mouth, allowing him to have a small sip of the tea. You could see, now making out a bit more of his face because of getting used to the dark, how he slightly grimaced. 

"Is it horrible?" 

"I wasn't expecting the honey," Dodge muttered, letting his hand rest on your thigh. He smiled softly "Did Dayna make this?" he watched as you nodded. Then he chuckled, dryly, his throat hurting "She always used to put too much honey" 

"C'mon, take another sip," you waited until he nodded so you could help him again, this time taking a longer sip. 

"My mother used to make us this when our throat hurt," he continued to explain, as he had slowly swallowed "Danya never learnt how much honey she was supposed to put" 

The anecdote made you giggle softly, then made him smile gently, still with that tired expression that being sick brought as well. 

"If your throat hurts you shouldn't talk, babe," you warned him, caressing the hair on his nape. 

"It's getting better, don't worry. I really think I can hold the cup now" 

You poured and reluctantly shook your head "Let me take care of you, Dodge" 

His smile became so warm when he heard those words. He let you help him take some more sips, closing his eyes when he swallowed, because his throat was still a bit sore, and to feel more how your fingers played with the short strands of his hair at his nape. 

"Come cuddle?" He tried after you had put the cup on the bedside little table. Dodge's voice sounded calm and kind, like he was some kid asking with all his charm for candy. How could you say no to him? 

You laid down on the bed next to him, throwing your arms around his waist to keep him close to you. His head rested on your chest as you slowly drew spirals in his arms, swiftly and slowly, hearing your heartbeat. You watched him slightly close his eyes for a longer time, then tried to look up to you, but his eyes remained on your lips. 

"If you get me sick you'll have to take care of me," you said, noticing his intentions. 

He smirked, but his smile was broken by a yawn "Sounds like a great date" 

You chuckled, shaking your head "You're almost falling asleep. Let yourself rest a bit, Dodge. I'll be here whenever you wake up, okay?" 

"What did I do to deserve you?" He asked lovingly, his voice full of tenderness, so much that it made you blush. 

"I-" you giggled, looking away. You thanked it was dark in there, so he couldn't see his blush "C'mon, sleep, babe"

He nodded, yawning again and returning his head to your chest, back to hearing your calm heartbeat. You caressed his hair and you tucked him in well, so that the sheets would come to his neck and he wouldn't be cold.

Dodge looked so calm and sweet, so relaxed and vulnerable and… You found yourself smiling for no reason, before you figured out it was because of him. 

"God, I love you," you muttered, still smiling. 

Dodge smiled too, and his hands searched for yours to lock your fingers together, in the sweetest way "I love you too"