Hey There! If Its Not Too Much To Ask, Could You Possibly Do A Dodge X Reader Where Dodge Has A Night

Hey there! If it’s not too much to ask, could you possibly do a Dodge x Reader where Dodge has a night terror? Your writing is so heartfelt and genuine, I can’t get enough!!

Dodge Mason x Reader: You do look a tiny bit like Chicken Little.

Words: 1100

Warnings: night terror, bad portrayal of night terrors, swearing, but fluff in the end.

Summary: Dodge has a night terror and Reader tries to call him down when he does wake up.

Author's note: Hey! Thanks for your compliments, lovely anon. First off, I had to read a bit about night terrors to fulfill this shot, because I understood night terrors as a night terror and not as a nightmare, because they are different things. I don't know if I ever had one but since I don't remember this portrayal of a night terror might seem a bit off to those who know, and I'm sorry about it. I also read you usually don't wake up from a night terror but for the sake of the shot and not wanting to make a jump in time into the next morning, I made Dodge wake up. Sorry if it isn't accurate, I tried to end it with a bunch of fluff to make up for it!

Criticism is appreciated and request are open! Hit that anon button and tell me your idea!

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Not feeling Dodge's arms around your waist, pressing your body against his in a loving hold, woke you up. As simple as that. You were already so used to sleeping with him, and with some arm around either your hip, your waist, your arm.

Some seconds passed until you noticed something was wrong. Dodge, still next to you but turning his back to you, was breathing too fast. Too fast, and too anxiously, like he couldn't get enough air. Was he even awake?

"Dodge?" Your voice was sleepy and your movements were lazy, but your hand searched for him under the sheets. He didn't squeeze it back, which meant he was asleep. "Hey, Dodge?"

And then his body started shaking. It wasn't exactly violent, but those movements weren't calm either—Dodge wasn't because he was cold. Your face got filled with worry, not knowing what to do. Was he having a nightmare? Were you supposed to wake him up from that said nightmare?

Dodge's breath hitched and then got caught up in his throat. You felt his body tense above the mattress and under the sheets. Your heart almost came out of your body when he started yelling incoherent things, mixed with sad whimpers as those movements were becoming more a more violent. 

"Dodge-" you stopped yourself, some information coming to your mind in the most sudden way. Not so long ago you had read something about experts advising not to wake up people from their nightmares. Or was that from night terrors? Or were you just supposed to not wake up sleepwalkers? "Fuck"

Slowly and gently, trying to not wake Dodge up—who continued yelling, but since you two were home alone you didn't care about someone hearing him—, you forced him to move until the middle of the bed, where he couldn't get hurt by hitting other furniture while he continued shaking. He looked so terrified and uncomfortable, eyes shut, sweat running down his forehead. 

Before you could do something else, before you could even think of trying to get your phone to google an answer for your worries, Dodge suddenly opened his eyes and sat up on his bed, looking around like he didn't acknowledge the place where he was. 

"God, Dodge-" you muttered, resting your hand on his shoulder. He shook under your touch, his breath hitching again ", what the hell happened there? Are you okay?"

"I-I don't know. I can't remember"

He turned his head to look at you in utter confusion and you stared back at him, your brow frowning "You can't... remember?" 

Dodge shook his head, his breathing still shaky and faster than it should. Even though he was trying to hide it, he still looked kind of scared, which made you move closer to him. Both your arms slid under his arms and you leaned against his back, in an intimate, soft hug. Your head rested on his shoulder, to let him know you were there. You knew Dodge needed reassurance. 

"You scared me, Dodge" you whispered, then gently pressed a kiss to his shoulder ", you were yelling and I didn't know what to do. I thought it was a nightmare, but..."

Dodge let you hug him, feeling the warmth of your body against his, which grounded him and made him slowly realize he was finally in the real world. He listened to you rambling about your theories on what could have happened to him, about night terrors and nightmares, but you quickly fell silent again so he could talk if he wanted. 

"I guess it was a night terror? It- I don't know what it was but it felt real. Very real" he shrugged, then sighed frustrated "I don't know"

"It's okay," you rushed to say, noticing his frustration building up ", it's okay, babe. You're okay now"

He nodded "Yeah. Yeah"

You kissed his shoulder again, reluctant about the look he had on his eyes. You knew that when his eyes shone that way, he was still thinking "You good, Dodge?"

"Hm-hm" Dodge turned his head to press a kiss to your forehead. He did seem more calm, but you were still feeling the need to make sure he was completely okay. Dodge was always too silent about how he was, which even though you respected it, sometimes it made you worry more than you should", sorry I woke you"

"It's okay, cowboy"

Dodge's hand searched for yours and he couldn't help but steady his breath. You moved from behind him to next to him, and threw a leg over his lap once you had already sat on his left. His head went for the crook of your neck, resting it there and returning those light, sweet kisses you had given him. You caressed his hand and arm, smiling a bit when you noticed how he relaxed against your touch, against the way your fingers searched for his skin, the way your body leaned against his like those two should belong together. 

"Or, you know, it could have been the aliens' thing" you murmured, a side smirk on your face. Dodge chuckled against your skin, making tiny tickles run through your body. You really liked his laugh, and you thought joking would get him to finally relax if he wasn't already "Something you haven't told me about, Dodge?"

"I may have been abducted in a corn mace" him following your joke to make the air get less heavy and more calm made you giggle.

"Like Chicken Little" you pointed out. 

He frowned "Are you telling me I look like Chicken Little?" 

"You do look a tiny bit like Chicken Little"

You burst out in laughter when he looked at you completely indignant. As you continued to laugh, you made him move to go back to the bed and lay down. Once you two were already laying down, he smiled as his free hand went back to that spot on your waist that was practically his to take. 

"You sure you're good, Mason?" you asked for the last time, snuggling up against him, your hand still holding his. 

Dodge nodded, cracking a smile that calmed you down "I am. C'mon, let's go back to sleep"

"I love you"

He didn't expect that, his eyes told you that. It wasn't the first time you said it—he had said it first, though—but you saying it in that very moment was just surprising to him. Dodge smiled gently, placing a kiss on your lips, and then repeating it in your cheek, before letting his head fall back into the pillow "Thanks. You know I love you too"

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