Dodge Mason X Reader: Told You There Was Not Much To See.

Dodge Mason x Reader: Told you there was not much to see.

Words: 1038

Warnings: Suicide mention and a bit detailed, please do not scroll down if you are triggered by this kind of stuff.

Reader pronouns: not stated.

Summary: Dodge tells you about his dad.

Author's note: I hated so much the way Natalie reacted to Dodge opening up about his father's suicide. So I'm here to change that. Reader kind of takes over Natalie's role. Dodge and Reader aren't in a relationship but you can imagine them as a couple, I guess. Feedback is appreciated! Requests are still open, especially for Dodge!

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You looked around Dodge's bedroom one more time, spinning around yourself. The room's furniture was pretty simple, and there was a clear lack of decorative objects, except for the trophies in a shelf next to the bed.

"I like it. It's nice. Austere," you chuckled, glancing at him.

He cracked a smile, that seemed too forced to be true "Told ya there was not much to see"

You glanced at the closet, half open. All the clothes there were either black or grey, which made you laugh again. You felt him staring right at you, wondering what you were giggling about.

"There are more colors, y'know?" Still chuckling, you grinned at him.

"I've heard rumors," he chuckled back, this time a real smile appearing on his face as he shrugged. His hands went to te pockets of his pants.

You walked towards the shelf full of trophies. You had never seen so many together, except for the ones back at high school that were won a lot of years ago. You yourself had never gotten a trophy for anything. Dodge took a step closer to you, to look at those trophies just like you were watching them, but you sensed he was tense. In fact, he had tensed since the very moment you two had walked into the bedroom.

"Yours?" Your question broke the sudden silence.

"Some of them, yeah," Dodge's mouth ran dry. He had to lick his lips before continuing "Some of them are my dad's"

"Wow"

He knew where your eyes were fixed: on the biggest trophy of them all. It was the one at the back, with all the other trophies trying to cover them, like he had tried to hide it and failed miserably.

"Yeah. I was, uh, 16? When I got that after I beat his time" his voice had changed, and you didn't know if that was good. You glanced at him and noticed how he seemed too far away from you, even though your shoulders were almost touching "Never forget the look on his face after I came out of the pit that day"

"He must have been proud"

Dodge shook his head and you sensed you had touched a tricky subject "Not really, he was drunk. That was the last day I saw him actually alive" he watched how your eyes flickered with regret "Anyway, he was... uhm, I don't know. He came back a few months later after that. And he hung himself"

He had lost control on how to use his mouth, how to stop himself from saying all those things. You found yourself not knowing how to react.

"Dodge-" your voice broke.

"We always used to joke that, you know," Dodfe nervously laugh, like the thing was funny. It really wasn't "He'd, he would die with a bull rope on his hand. I'm sorry, that's a..."

"No, I'm sorry," you rushed to interrupt him, shaking your head and still having your eyes widened by the surprise "Sorry, I didn't mean-"

"No, I'm... uh-"

You shook your head again "I didn't want to- bring bad vibes... bad memories-"

"No," both of you were making complete messes of yourselves, constantly interrupting each other. You forced yourself to keep quiet and not interrupt him this time "I know you didn't mean to- You didn't know"

Inevitably, Dodge looked so sad. Of course, you couldn't think of anyone you knew who would be happy to abruptly tell someone one of your parents had hung themself to death. And suddenly you got scared Dodge could think him winning that trophy was the reason his father had...

"Dodge... I'm so sorry"

Dodge pursed his lips, feeling ridiculous "Thanks"

The pain on his eyes was too much for you to just let it be. Slowly, to let him know he could reject you, you pulled him close and hug him tight. He hugged you back, but not as tight. Instead of holding hard your waist he just allowed his arms to be loose around it.

"It wasn't your fault" you muttered, one of your hands making small, relaxing circles on his back. He shook his head, which broke your heart "You were a child. He was the adult. I swear it's not your fault"

"I couldn't do anything-" his voice broke, worst than when your own had broken.

The circles on his back become more intense. You knew he was fighting off tears by the way his body tensed against yours "Is not like you should have given up riding, or your score, or the trophy. Look, you weren't the one in charge, you weren't responsible of him. Because you shouldn't have been"

Dodge tried to nod, gently breaking away from the hug. He was, in fact, trying to not shed all the tears that were shyly forming in his eyes. You caressed his hand as softly as you could, trying to cheer him up, even if it was just a little bit.

"Thank you, Y/N" he murmured, softly, still not having all his voice back. Dodge looked more relaxed, though. He watched as your fingers kept making those circles on his palm "You're the first person- the only who has actually... said that"

You smiled softly. Your hand left his as you looked up at him. He was trying to go back to who he was, which made sense. You wouldn't like to show yourself as vulnerable as he was showing himself in that moment, even though you didn't mind. Then you realized, you wouldn't mind being vulnerable around him. You knew Dodge well enough to know he would take care of you as well as you had taken care of him.

"You good? We can talk"

"I'm good"

He was telling the truth, or that's what you saw behind his eyes. You nodded, pleased with the answer, and then smiled at him. You were surprised when he smiled back, he was always so picky about when to smile and he usually didn't do it, and you certainly wouldn't have expected him to start smiling after that. But it felt nice the way he smiled, and you were happy he was able to be okay. Dodge Mason deserved to be okay.

Teaser: From my WIP Losers... Connor Murphy x Original Character ( from Chapter 4 / The joke or the friend )

Word count: 375

Edited?: No :(

Author's note: Hey! This is a sneak peak (maybe a long one) to my current wip, an alternate universe with a Connor x fem!OC dynamic.

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"Why'd you do that?" Connor asked. His voice sounded like something between anger and nervousness "Now they'll think—"

"I don't give a fuck what they'll think" Dakota shrugged "Hopefully Jared would start thinking twice, or at least once, before he talks…"

He snapped a bit, holding back his lashing out "Why don't you care about them calling you a freak?"

"Because I know I'm not," she simply said. Dakota shrugged again "And you aren't one either"

Connor's laugh was bitter and cruel, even a bit hurtful "You don't know shit about me"

"I guess you're right. But I want to"

"What? Yeah, right" Connor made an attempt to get up in order to leave, but suddenly stopped when he felt Dakota's hand on his shoulder as she said something he didn't catch, too busy on freaking out "Don't fucking touch me"

Dakota immediately took her hand out of his shoulder "Sorry, I shouldn't have— But I'm serious, Connor, you look like a cool person"

"What the fuck do you want from me?" Connor wasn't shouting, but his voice raised "The joke is over now, okay? You can stop pretending like you care and I'll stop giving problems to you by being near you. So—"

"Goddamnit, Connor, it's no joke" scoffed Dakota, kind of desperate for him to believe her. Connor was surprised by how her voice resembled a whiplash "God, they've fucked you up so badly. Someone getting close to you doesn't mean they're going to pull some sick on you, okay?"

Dakota saw how he hesitated, like he couldn't really believe her at the very moment, it was the shimmering, shy glow of his eyes that let her know he was doubting. It was almost tragic how damaged Connor seemed to be. No one deserves this. He looked so scared it was almost hurting Dakota, but still he managed to hide it with his tough, scary facade. Connor Murphy was doomed to be a tragedy. 

"Whatever" Connor finally mumbled, but his body stopped tensing when Dakota cracked a smile, a genuine one.

She couldn't be lying so much, could she? Dakota needed to be telling the truth. Connor needed her to be telling the truth, because he was in dire need of a friend.

i'll go feral when they force kiara and jj to be together on season 3 Y'KNOW SOME TIMES THINGS ARE JUST BETTER IF YOU LEAVE TWO CHARACTERS AS BEST FRIENDS, KIE AND J HAVE THE BEST FRIEND DYNAMIC PLEASE DONT SCREW THAT UP.

RIFF HEADCANONS !!

riff is a horrible person and i do not condone his actions but mike's portrayal has made me empathized with the goddamn character and i cannot stop thinking about this headcanons so here you go.

ALSO FIRST HEADCANON I SAW IT SOMEWHERE ON TUMBLR BUT I CANNOT FIND WHO DID IT IM SORRY SO CREDS TO THEM THANK YOU FOR IT.

warnings: swearing (in multiple languages).

riff is terrified of pigeons

that was one of the most hilarious conversations with tony.

"hey- are you okay?"

"it's the pigeons man"

"...the what?"

"THE FUCKING PIDGEONS, TONY"

he can't do math.

and he can't read clocks. like,,, he always ask what time is it and if someone points at the clock instead of actually telling him, he gets pretty upset.

greatest climber. used to climb buildings and stuff just for fun.

dropout from school.

he is bad with kids. not purposefully, he is just not a natural. so then he'll be purposely mean with kids.

he tugs at the old necklace he has like a lot, even when he is not nervous.

by the way, tony has the exact same necklace but he doesn't wear it anymore. it's hanged on one of his walls at doc's, though.

he whistles. a lot. constantly. especially when he is alone.

and he is always singing. he would eventually burst into a full singing and dancing show FOR ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING.

terrific dancer by the way. music floods through his veins.

i'm not saying he has anxiety but that's exactly what i'm saying.

the might tony went to jail, he cried himself to sleep.

riff gets extremely nervous during rumbles. like, his anxiety will actually be higher than his adrenaline tbh.

baby john is his favorite, apart from tony. he is just so quiet and calm, he loves him.

fingers guns and bad puns. IF YOU GOT IT YOU GOT IT.

HE IS IRISH.

he never got to meet his mom because she left. as in,,, abandoned him with his dad. he would like to meet her, though, but he know it's practically impossible.

that fake silver bracelet he has? the only thing left from his mom. and his blond hair has the same blond she has.

hates his dad.

with a passion.

seriously

worst you can do is tell him he looks/acts like his dad.

don't do that.

he'll literally punch you. hard. right on the face.

he is a pretty romantic boyfriend and he really doesn't try to hide it because he's not romantic in the type of saying embarrassing adorable full of sugar things.

he is romantic in hands all over their partner, taking them on cute though short and not expensive dates ( doc's, a walk, dancing or maybe even the cinema )

and god, he would like to have money just so he could spoil his partner. he gets kinda upset when he remember he can't, because he totally would.

give him a clip he'll give you a key.

for real

he doesn't remember when did he learn to do that but he knows how to do it so.

this reminds me,,,

he doesn't remember most of his childhood.

yknowasintraumareflex

that's why he always saying he looks to the future.

his teenage years and the parts with tony, he can remember that perfectly, though.

he used to be a crybaby.

riff cried for absolutely anything when he was a kid.

he had to get tough, though. and now the only people who had ever seen him cry are his father and tony.

he still cries to tony sometimes.

he is always talking and running his mouth but he likes to sit in silence and do nothing.

maybe that's why he likes baby john that much, because when riff is silence he doesn't push him to keep talking.

baby john lets him be.

he is good with cars. not as good as diesel, but still

i'm telling yall.

he is crazy about cars.

will shamelessly punch whoever says a motorcycle is better than a good car.

as he should

his favorite cars are fords

they are just so classy and cool.

mouthpiece is the only one who can get him to crack a smile when he is feeling down.

he knows italian and a bit of french because i have this headcanons in which the jets are a huge cultural treasure.

and when he was learning italian with action, who by the way is italian of course, he naturally learned the swearing first.

he spent a whole week randomly screaming italian swear words whenever he got mad - like when he got his toe stubbed - and upset.

"CAZZO"

"what the heck"

"ACCIDENTI VAFFANCULO, PORCA VACCA, STRONZO UGH!"

"action, what-"

"don't ask, tony, just don't"

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.

ways writers can be inclusive 101

“my cheeks turned pink in embarrassment” → “my cheeks heated in embarrassment”

“his hand ran through my hair” → “his hand ran over my head/hair”

“her bright pink pussy” → literally anything else

stop using mood boards of only white couples/children (heavy on this one)

using children names like eveleigh ann (do i need to explain..)

her hair was put in a messy bun/her long silky hair…

Respectfully, I know it’s just fanfiction, but if you’re going to write reader insert fics then do the bare minimum of making sure it’s actually inclusive and not white coded. Many of us shouldn’t read an x reader fic and imagine a white woman every single time. Stop taking criticism from bipocs, saying your writing is not inclusive, as hate. Let go of the mindset that having a bipoc in your writing means they have to go through some racial struggle or you must talk about their culture (a lot of bipocs don’t know their culture/where they came from). It shouldn’t make you uncomfortable to write them in your stories, we’re normal people too. If it does maybe a reflection is meant to be had. Like i said, it’s just fanfiction and it’s supposed to be fun, but some of y’all are purposefully exclusive and still tag your writing wrong.

And if you can’t handle it, tag ur fic as an oc or white!reader. Because it’s not right for writers to attack people asking for inclusivity and playing victim bc they know they can.