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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"

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"

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.”