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MASTELIST !!

Last updated: 06/04/2023

Alphabetical order !!

DC COMICS.

Damian Wayne.

— Rough week : where damian is clingy with the reader.

— slow mornings: where damian needs to get out of bed and workout, but reader is too bewitching.

Teaser #001. Soon to come.

Jason Todd.

— Headcanons.

DEADLY CLASS.

Marcus López Argüello.

— Stay away from Chico : where reader helps marcus after chico has spilled coke all over him on his first day.

DEAR EVAN HANSEN.

(uninspired)

Connor Murphy.

— Have you kissed someone? : where connor asks reader if she has ever kissed someone.

— I want to make you happy : part 2 to have you ever been kissed? where reader can't stop thinking about kissing connor.

— Teaser #001 : connor murphy x dakota cobain.

— What's gotten into you? : where reader is on her period and connor takes care of her ( headcanons edition )

OUTER BANKS.

JJ Maybank.

— Promise : where reader worries for their best friend, jj.

— Teaser #001 : jj maybank x maya brady.

— Headcanons. Part 2.

— &lt;3 : where you can find jj pics maya (oc) posted on her highlight insta story "<3"

— You'll be okay : where jj comes to you after a fight with his dad.

— Of course I'm flirting with you : where jj talks to reader in the middle of class with unknown intentions.

PANIC. 

(uninspired)

Dodge Mason.

— Teaser #001 : dodge mason x gen hayes.

— Told you there was not much to see : where dodge opens up to reader about his dad. ( check the triggering warning. )

— I'm not sick : where dodge gets sick and reader takes care of him.

— I'm right here : where reader has a panic attack and dodge grounds and calms her down.

— You do look a tiny bit like Chicken Little : where dodge has a night terror and reader calms him down.

— Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts:  where dodge gets drunk and doesn’t want to go to sleep.

— Headcanons.

— Dodge Mason: Protective headcanons.

— Meeting & later Dating Dodge Mason would include. Soon to come.

SCREAM. (franchise)

General.

how they would cuddle with reader (headcanons).

how they would take care of a sick reader (headcanons)

Billy Loomis.

—  The Horror of Our Love: after being beat by his father, billy appears in stu’s house.

—  even the strong ones break: where reader sees their boyfriend billy cry for the first time.

— Billy Loomis Headcanons.

— bad day (good life). where reader has a bad day, but billy boy comes to save the day!

— draw stars around my scars. where billy sees reader's scars for the first time, on accident. (CHECK THE TRIGGER WARNING, PLEASE.)

Stu Macher.

—  The Horror of Our Love: after being beat by his father, billy appears in stu’s house.

— Stu Macher Headcanons: Meeting and later dating Stu Macher.

— Stu Macher Headcanons: Stu catching a cold would include...

Randy Meeks.

— Randy Meeks Headcanons: Dating Randy Meeks would include.

Mickey Altieri.

— Umbrella Link: where reader doesn’t have an umbrella, but mickey does.

— Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby. where reader doesn’t want to sleep, and mickey finds out why.

— obnoxiousmas. where reader hates christmas but they have to go gift-shopping with mickey and the others.

— Please. where reader sees mickey in the ghostface costume and puts two and two together.

— Halloween headcanons.

— Mickey Altieri Headcanons: Jealousy.

— happy fools. where reader and mickey are rivals, but they get paired up for a project.

— Mickey Altieri Headcanons: Overstimulated autistic s/o.

Chad Meeks-Martin.

— if it's meant to be. where chad sees reader in the halloween party (and falls in love)

— are you a scorpio or not? part two of if it's meant to be.

SUPERNATURAL. (only from season 1 to season 7 + aus and pre-show)

Dean Winchester.

— worrying chronicles. where dean calls reader to tell them he's going to stanford to get sam, but reader wants him to rest.

— tolerate it. where reader bursts into tears when they see dean hurt, and dean doesn't know how to handle it.

WEDNESDAY.

(uninspired)

Xavier Thorpe.

I NO LONGER WRITE FOR XAVIER DUE TO THE RECENT AND DISGUSTING ACCUSATIONS AGAINST PERCY HYNES WHITE. THE CONTROVERSY HAS RUINED THIS CHARACTER FOR ME. 

Young Gomez Addams

— Gomez Addams x reader. Headcanons. young gomez addams having a crush on reader.

Tyler Galpin.

— Cold. Soon to come.

Ajax Petropolus.

— Gorgons don’t engage. Soon to come.

— Chill. Soon to come.

WEST SIDE STORY.

(uninspired)

( the academy awards )

Riff.

— Headcanons.

— She knows: reader goes absolutely off scolding bernardo and riff.

—  Riff Headcanons: Jealousy.

Balkan.

—  Balkan Headcanons: Meeting and later dating Balkan.

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.

someone in ao3 really said 'dodge mason but make it transmasc' and now i can't stop thinking about it.

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

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.

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"

unpopular opinion: ray hall is an asshole and i don't like him, especially not with heather.

diggins is so underappreciated im gonna punch someone.

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"

my favorite thing about dodge mason is that it's canon he has no social media AND THAT'S MIKE MIRRORING HIMSELF ON DODGE.

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"

DODGE MASON HEADCANONS !!

i don't think i will ever get over andrew dodge mason. like,,, he is just such a realistic, well-portrayed character, and i- i just love him a lot, okay? and i also believe mike had the opportunity to mirror himself on dodge and that makes the character even better. he could have been a plain, boring someone but he is actually interesting in so many levels. so, nobody requested this, but i needed it. so here are some of my dodge headcanons.

warnings: pretty sure there's swearing because it's me huh, there's also mentions of what happened with his dad.

• dodge has no social media

• that's actually canon but i thought it was important to reaffirm it

• really likes country music

• even though he is the kind of guy that doesn't really listen to music too often

• and when he does, he doesn't put it on full volume

• he appreciates his eardrums, thanks, not like most of us

• is very superstitious

• like VERY

• boy goes absolutely wild at signs of bad luck

• whistles a lot

• and always has a song stuck on his head

• problem is he can spend a whole week with the same song stuck on his head

• dayna hates him for it because she always ends up with the same song on her head

• when he was like really really little he was jealous of horses and didn't like them much

• you know, they always got his father's attention, and then dayna's

• he then learned to love them.

• oh he is an animal lover

• body positivity

• and respect boundaries

• he's so sweet

• really likes singing on the rain, and,,,

• and dayna and him used to watch it on a loop every time it rained during summer when they were little

• dodge has such a great relationship with her

• and with his family in general

• his dad was the most complicated one

• he has a bracelet that reads acab

• and under acab it puts "all cats are beautiful"

• dayna gave it to him

• doesn't really like cortez but,,

• doesn't like tea

• BESTEST MARKS AMD GRADES

• his coffee is *chef's kiss*

• kind of boy that pulled allnighters in order to study

• he very cynic. and does have a bit of a superiority complex because he thinks he has everyone at carp figured out

• he can admit his mistakes, though, which is important

• he beats himself up a lot

• like A LOT

• i mean he even blames himself about his dad,,, like what

• he probably lives in somewhat between denial and acceptance about dayna

• probably either believes in love at first sight or doesn't believe in true, genuine love at all

• dodge really likes philosophy and he always aced those exams

• i mean by my headcanons he actually aced all his tests but philosophy is probably his favorite subject

• has a lot of strong opinions on a lot of things but since he is so quiet and private,,,

• the kind to buy a small cottage or farm in the middle of nowhere and live there forever

• favorite color is black

• but he looks so good on that baby blue tee

• okay sorry that wasn't a headcanon

• likes rainy days so he can stay in his room and do nothing

• but also likes to stand in the rain and get absolutely soaked

• he did this a lot when he was a kid, his mother got soo mad.

• doesn't really watch any tv shows or anything

• i mean if they're on, okay, but he doesn't really spend time watching tv or shows

• probably reads a lot

• and works out regularly

• he drinks his coffee black

• dayna is sure he just drinks it that way to make it fit into his mysterious, tortured and tragic guy aesthetic,,,

• but he actually quite likes it

• when he was little dodge used to be scared of thunders and storms

• until one day his father told him "andy, there are storms because thor is angry. but thor is a fair avenger and god, do you really think he would hurt good people?"

• he stopped being afraid of storms in a heartbeat

• this gets me to,,, his father always called him by his first name

• either andrew or andy, mostly andy though.

• sometimes i think about transmasc dodge a lot.

• dislikes white chocolate

• looks like the kind of guy who is either allergic to peanuts or addicted to them

• dodge may have a bit of a cold entrance and welcome but he is rather sweet and fun to be with

• he is very witty

• and sarcasm is his second name at this point

• deep down he knows he wants to form a family with someone. he's a romantic dude

• oh, and yeah, he is very romantic

• with like small gestures mainly, and won't admit it, but he is a romantic partner

• would probably watch pride and prejudice a lot and denies he likes it

• and would roast the fuck out of mister darcy

• meanwhile still liking him.

• he'll forever be grateful to ray for stopping him of doing something crazy the day of the joust

• dodge is touch starved

• PROVE ME WRONG

• he also does this reassurance touch to himself, like, especially with a partner from time to time when he is zooming out to his loneliness, he would gently touch his partner in like, the hip, arm, hand, waist, wherever, to realize and acknowledge he is not alone

• PROVE ME WRONG x2

• please give this baby love

hey! i feel like i owe you all an explanation.

as you may have seen, i've been pretty absent and not writing anything in here. truth is, i got out of my writer's block and i'm back to writing my current fic at wattpad, so i really hadn't had time to write the request i'm receiving from y'all. i in no way wanted to let you feel like i was ignoring you, i've read all of them and they are great! truly. a lot of dodge content and some riff. i really can't wait to get my inspiration back an write them, but it will take time because i'm focusing on other things. thank you for you understanding and support. you can all keep on requesting, if you want. have a good day/night!!

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.”

so we all agree that anti-hero is dodge mason and you’re on your own, kid is heather nill, right?

if somebody cares this is my dodge mason playlist by the way: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5ZJ1GwKPKx3CwselByBsq9?si=87d820063c6542c3

so we all agree that anti-hero is dodge mason and you’re on your own, kid is heather nill, right?

if you're still taking requests, protective dodge mason I beg of you..... I went thru all your writings and I love them so much and I love my boy

Protective Dodge Mason Headcanons.

Warnings: cursing, as always.

Edited?: No, sorry ;/

Reader pronouns: not stated.

Summary: Dodge headcanons about his protectiveness.

Author's note: Thank you for requesting and sorry for taking so long! I'm very glad you like my writing and THANKS FOR THIS REQUEST BECAUSE protective Dodge Mason has been stucked in my mind ever since he got that individual challenge where he thought Dayna was in danger and he went batshit crazy. I decided to do ths as headcanons because your request wasn't that specific so... Also, I decided to make it as Dodge and Reader already have an established relationship :) . Anyways, here goes nothing. This isn't too long but I hope you like it, excuse any grammar or vocab mistakes since I wrote this in a rush!

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okay so we all agree dodge mason is a protective mf, great

dodge had a very specific plan, alright? getting a romantic partner and kinda falling in love wasn't in it

but how could he not fall in love with the person with the prettiest smile and sweetest soul?

accepting that he wanted to be with you was kinda hard for him. because that meant he was dragging you into his revenge plan.

but you're dating so hurray!! he made it.

your biggest argument was probably when you told him that you did want to play panic (if it was for the money or the thrill that's up to you)

1. it was in conflict with his plan (the one he hadn't told you about just yet because he's still testing the trusting waters) and 2. it put you in danger, actual danger.

listen, dodge doesn't scream

but when he's concerned about your safety it shows that he's mad.

you just couldn't understand what worried him so much

and he wasn't able to say that you were one of the very few people that made him feel like he was truly there.

losing you would be the third tragedy of his life, and he couldn't risk it --- he wouldn't take it

and seeing you hurt was a living nightmare

i feel like im blabbering, sorry

dodge just carries too much weight on his shoulders, and once he starts dating you, more weight is added.

i mean, you aren't a burden, but he worries --- a whole lot, to be honest. dodge is always making sure you're feeling okay, listening to you when you're not, reassuring that he cares about you if you needed

if you get hurt, he sees it like its his fault --- you have full autonomy on your decisions and actions, but dodge is a caregiver and he feels like he should be there to protect you

but then again he has this complicated relationship with his feelings (i mean, how many times have you seen him talking about them openly?) and he's unable to say all those things when you first argue about that

so the argument remains still for some days and things are tense between you two.

it's you who forced the subject back into your conversations, and it is you who promises him that you'll be careful enough to not get hurt, that he has to trust you.

relunctantly, dodge ends up agreeing and easin up to the idea --- it's not like he can or will forbide you for participating, it's your choice.

so he starts worrying x1000 when panic begins.

when escaping the cops in the second challenge, you hurt your knee and scratched it when you fell to the ground, pushed by all the people trying to escape. and although dodge is the one who had almost fallen from a very high height, he's so pissed (not at you) that you've gotten hurt. even if it's the smallest thing as a scratch.

say that it was ray who accidentally pushed you to the ground --- it takes everything for him not to fight ray right then and there. seeing how little he likes ray it just gives him more reasons to want to punch him in the face (and dodge is not really a violent person).

your safety during panic will probably be the reason to all of your arguments, given he's not jealous at all.

he also hates the whole 'i'm trying to get you jealous' so don't try it, please. dodge doesn't deserve that. if you try to get him jealous, he WILL, and it will hurt him. he learns to trust you wholeheartedly, that's why he knows you won't do dumb shit, but if you're the one who is trying to make moves to other people just for fun... bad thing.

anyways so he ends up, probably, telling you that you're not his responsability but you kinda are. not exactly like that, but he opens up.

it takes a lot of reassuring from your part to make him see that he can't carry so many responsabilities and that he basically needs to chill.

communication, people !! i bet communicating for him it's hard, given how quiet and reserved he is, but he grows very into it.

also on another protectiveness note,,,

romantic partner or friend, dodge is that one person that will text you to tell him that you've gotten home safe.

he's also willing to walk anyone home if they feel uneasy going alone, even if he doesn't know them too well.

he'll pick up if you call him because you need someone to talk to while walking home late at night, and if you think someone is following you he'll run to wherever you are. he's not taking any bullshit.

dodge can hold your cup while you go to the bathroom --- and you can be damn sure no one will put anything on your drink if he's watching it.

going back to romantic partner, if you need reassurence during a challenge or a social situation where he's present, you can bet he's going to surround your waist with his arm to keep you grounded. reassuring touches are his specialty (and also his need).