#andrew dodge mason

[heartsforjaelyn]

Andrew “fuckass name that everyone calls them” “last name that is also a common first name”

duo i made up

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cowboy, baby (dodge mason x reader)

Summary: Dodge has a record-setting night at the rodeo; he has no idea you're about to make it even better

Warnings: alcohol | pregnancy

Requested: only by my own brain

A/N: ok I guess I'm actually on a Mike Faist kick...also prepare for ALL the rodeo themed fics in August when my local rodeo happens 🤠

*gif is not mine*

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Tonight was a big night. The sun was beginning to dip low on the horizon, casting out an array of colors. Not that every rodeo wasn’t important to Dodge and by extension, you. Tonight was an even bigger one than normal, with competitors from across the state that Dodge was determined to prove himself against. His event wouldn’t be for another hour, so he was waiting nervously on the ground, trying to lend a helping hand wherever he could.

Dodge looked up and saw you leaning against the railing in the VIP section above the chutes. The various hues of the sky gave the illusion of you being the subject of a watercolor painting. Your white shirt had a blue floral design, and he couldn’t help but admire the way your white shorts clung to your curves. You finally looked over and caught his eye, giving him a shy, sweet wave. He noticed you’d been more subdued the past few days, but he knew he had been too, just nervous and excited about tonight’s rodeo. 

You blew him a kiss as one of the girls nearby signaled to you, extending an invitation to walk to the bar with them. Tromping through the gravel, the other wives and girlfriends of the rodeo contestants for the evening joked and teased one another playfully. You walked off to the side of the group, a social position you were all too familiar with. You were there, sure, but ten years from now when the stories of these nights are repeated and reminisced on, it’s unlikely anyone will remember your presence. 

Your brain was too full to join in on the conversation at the moment anyway. Anxiously, you twisted your ring. You’d never been one for jewelry, but when the most handsome cowboy in the world presents you with a gold band adorned with a small but brilliant diamond in the center, what more is there to say? As of right now, there were no plans. No white dress in the closet, no church booked, no cakes tasted. Just a simple request: that you love him forever. You didn’t need a ring or anything else in order to do that. You’d known you were going to do that anyway from the very start.  

At the beer stand, one of the more boisterous girls calls out to each person to ask for their preference. When she reaches you, you hold up your bottle of water and smile as a way of saying, “Thanks, but I’m good.” Not that you didn’t want a beer. Boy, did you. Anything to calm your nerves. The neon green wristband you wore was verification to any of the stand workers that you’d been verified as being of legal drinking age, so that wasn’t an issue. You were the only one in the world who was privy to the knowledge that was sitting so heavily on your mind and heart.

You were pregnant. 

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One Week Prior

You’d never been…regular, you know? “Nothing to worry about,” you’d always been told. “Might have a little trouble conceiving someday, but we’ll cross that bridge when you’re ready,” your doctor had said. Dodge knew this, which was why neither of you’d had a problem forgoing protection now and again. 

It also wasn’t uncommon for you to be nauseous. Hot girls have tummy issues, right? That’s why you didn’t think anything of it when you’d spent two days in a row with barely an appetite, feeling off. Until you’d been at work a few days ago and swore you could smell the fish a co-worker was reheating in the break room from a mile away.

“Oh, I remember when I was pregnant with my youngest, I could smell every little thing for a couple months. Made life miserable!” a different co-worker laughed. An innocent joke, but it got you thinking. That afternoon, you stopped by the drug store on your way home. Desperate, you tore the box open as soon as you got home. To your dismay, the directions specifically stated that test results would be most accurate if taken first thing in the morning. You buried the box in your bag, away from Dodge’s eyes. That night, thoughts raced through your mind at a pace that made it impossible to do or think about much else. 

What should have been the easiest thing was by far the most difficult emotion to decipher. If the test came back positive, would you be happy? Would Dodge? And if it came back negative, would you be sad? Was it possible for both mindsets to coexist? 

Though it caused you great discomfort, you skipped your morning bathroom visit and held it until you arrived at work. Locked safely away from the world, you followed the test directions, setting a timer for the requisite three-minute waiting period. Face buried in your hands, heart pounding, you wait. 

Your phone begins vibrating in your lap. You lift your head to read your results. After a moment of contemplation, you carefully place the test back in its wrapper, then back inside its box. Tucking it in your bag once more, you exit the bathroom. Such a simple act, yet it felt too much like leaving behind one life and entering a whole new one. 

One thing that had been certain, even before you’d taken the test, was that you couldn’t tell Dodge yet. He had been so nervous and worked so hard for this particular rodeo. You’d never forgive yourself if you distracted him with such life-altering news. This decision was affirmed when Dodge met his goal and then some under the starry Texas sky. It may not be the life of most people’s dreams: dirt and sweat, animal odor faintly in the air. Some people only have to hear the word “rodeo” and wrinkle their noses. But to you, there was nowhere else in the world you’d rather be. 

After the night’s events were over and his tasks complete, Dodge found you just behind the bleachers. You extended your arms, thrilled about his victory. His huge grin lit up his face, a far cry from his usual half-smirk. He wrapped his arms around your waist, spinning you around with so much joy. As soon as he’d set your feet safely on the ground, he kissed you. This, too, was something else you’d never trade for all the mansions and luxuries in the world. 

“C’mon, angel. Let’s go celebrate,” he rasped in your ear. 

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The name of the game became attempted casualness. You listened as he recapped the night from his point of view the entire time you had your late dinner, and even the whole ride home. Now that you were past the only restriction you’d given yourself, it was clear the logical next step was to tell him. But how? You hadn’t thought that far ahead. At home, he’d pecked your cheek and headed off to take a shower. You changed clothes and laid down, exhausted just from the mental load of the past 6 hours. Twenty minutes later, Dodge climbed into bed next to you with damp hair and red skin from the hot water. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, burying his face in your neck.

“Mm. Thank you for being there tonight. Makes me a lot braver when I see your beautiful face in the stands,” he mumbles into you. You turn to face him, placing a hand on his cheek.

“I’ll always be there for you, Andrew Mason.” Your use of his legal name makes him blush and release a sigh of contentment.

“I cannot wait to marry you,” he says. Your heart leaps. 

“You know…” you begin. “We haven’t talked much about…the other stuff that comes with marriage.” He continues smiling, but gives you a puzzled look. 

“Other stuff?” he asks.

“You know, kids, pets, stuff like that,” you respond. 

“Ah, kids!” He says in a spirited tone. Oh, this lovely, funny side of Dodge that only you are ever given the privilege of seeing. “What are you thinking? Just a basketball team’s worth or go all the way for a baseball team?” You laugh in spite of yourself. 

“Seriously!? We are not having 5 kids, much less 9!” you shriek. 

“What?” Dodge says with false incredulity. “Says who?” he jokes. 

“Says the person whose body has to carry and birth these children!”

“To which I again say, says who? We could always adopt a few!” You both chuckle at his lame and unintended rhyme. You both laugh for a moment more, but you allow the laughter to die down into calmer breathing before speaking again. 

“I mean,” you broach carefully. “I’d like to have at least one of our own. A little…you and me all wrapped into one.” The whispered words almost choke you up, only because you are too aware of how close of a reality it is. Dodge looks at you lovingly. 

“I can’t wait, angel.” 

Despite every part of your brain screaming at you, you find the words you need to say. 

“What if you didn’t have to?” you whisper. Dodge’s face slowly changes from lovestruck idiot to dumbfounded.

“What do you mean?” he asks carefully. You stare. He says your name in a scared, questioning tone. 

“I’m pregnant,” you say, voice barely audible. You give him a small smile, despite the fear of his reaction. Dodge sits up, gently pulling his arms away, but never taking his eyes off of you. 

“Are you serious?” he asks. Propping yourself up on one elbow, you assure him that yes, you are pregnant. He continues to stare. You’re beginning to feel shame, fear, and other awful feelings until finally, his lips crash into yours once more. When he pulls away, one hand cups your cheek, thumb rubbing back and forth mindlessly. His face remains close to yours, tears threatening to spill from his eyes, which causes you to tear up as well.

“You’re not mad?” you ask. 

“Mad? I have never been happier in my entire life,” he gushes. “I didn’t think tonight could get any better. But…” he trails off so he can lean back a little and find your lower abdomen with his hand. Rubbing it gently and affectionately, he continues. “We’re having a baby, angel.”

“Yeah,” you nod, tears spilling down your smiling cheeks. “Yeah, we are."

[shotbyeros]

party 4 u

dodge mason x reader

just dodge taking care of his tipsy girlfriend

warnings and tags: underage drinking, drunk!reader, established relationship, reader makes allusions to sex but dodge is a respectful king, partying, mentions of panic, author doesn’t drink and it probably shows, fluff

word count: 755

from the request below:

The Player’s Ball was a lively contrast to the recently tense atmosphere of Panic. The game had been plaguing everyone's minds with both anticipation and anxiety, and the Player’s Ball was the one night that all of the players could just let go and spend time partying together.

Everyone knew it wasn't all that relaxing. It was just a hazy lightshow to cover up the truth, a mirage made to give everyone at least a moment of false calm. The judges had to be there, hidden in plain sight. That meant that everyone had to keep their guard up, creating an insanely tense atmosphere.

So, of course, the logical explanation to all of this was to party even harder. Drinking, blasting music way too loud, and people making out with players they'd have to compete against once the game started back up again.

Like usual, you were glued to Dodge’s side. Neither of you were exactly party people, but it felt good to go out and have some fun. You had a drink in hand, a red solo cup filled with who-knows-what. Dodge was nursing a Diet Coke, claiming that he wanted to be your designated driver so you could party as much as you wanted.

And party you did.

Shots and solo cups galore. You just couldn’t refuse when your friends encouraged you into celebrating with them. But Dodge was never too far, always orbiting near you to make sure you didn’t get yourself into too much trouble. He’d always been protective like that, in the quiet way that never felt too overbearing, but allowed you to know that you had someone in your corner.

The alcohol seemed to all hit at once, leaving you way too tipsy for Dodge’s liking.

“C‘mon, baby. I think you’ve had enough, yeah?” Dodge said softly.

He was still holding the silver can in his hand, empty now.

You shook your head in response, mumbling something he couldn’t quite understand. But he could make out the statement that you were having fun.

“I know you’re having fun, my love. But how about we go home and we can watch something or just cuddle?” He suggests.

It took a moment for his words to process in your mind, but you couldn’t deny that a night in sounded nice right about now.

“Mhm.” You reply, the world still hazy around you.

You’d always loved those nights. The ones where Dodge would hold you and you’d both pretend to pay attention to whatever played in the background, meanwhile you both knew that neither of you cared about the running television.

So, even in your drunken state, you agreed.

Dodge helped you walk back to his car, buckling you in before getting into the driver's seat.

“Let’s get you home.” Dodge muttered, mostly to himself.

The drive wasn’t crazy long, only a few minutes. Carp really was the definition of a small town. Once he helped you inside, he was quick to help you slip out of your party clothes into something more comfortable.

“Trynna get me out of my clothes already?” You giggled softly, to which Dodge let out a dry chuckle.

Ever the gentleman, he replied, “Only to make you more comfortable. Not anything more.”

You let out a soft groan, but somewhere in your clouded mind, you appreciated how respectful he was. Most guys your age weren’t exactly the best about consent. You’d seen it tonight, the way that guys tried to convince drunk girls to come home with them.

But Dodge had always been better than that, and you were definitely lucky to be the one to break down his guarded walls. Underneath all of the stoicism, you’d found a caring, emotionally intelligent boy hardened by a childhood made of grief and pain.

Once he helped you into some pajamas, he brought you to the bathroom. He sat you on the closed lid of the toilet, kneeling in front of you with a wet washcloth to wipe off your makeup.

“That’s cold.” You complained.

“I know, baby. I know.”

The rest of the night was spent in his bed, laying on his chest and quickly falling asleep. Dodge liked these quiet moments. Parties really weren’t his thing.

But, here, in bed with his girl?

This was perfect.

He watched as your breathing slowed as you lost the battle against sleep. In the morning, he’d be there to help you through your hangover. But now, he just stayed still.

Not wanting to wake you, he whispered, “Goodnight, my love.”

[littlemissfaebles]

was just reminded of the man that is dodge mason...

[themotherofhorses]

Reheating (maaaaaaybe?) leftover Panic fandom nachos with this smutty Dodge Mason goodness . . . 💭

Imagine the bronc’s still riding Dodge hard, all his muscles tight and twitching, his body still hot and flushed from those eight seconds in that saddle. He was a mean sonnabitch, a red roan with a Roman nose named Scarlet Fever that fought like hell to buck him off.

Eight seconds later, $50 rolled into a fat wad in his jeans, and now he’s got this pretty little thing back at his place, all wide-eyed and soft and willing, and his restraint?

Gone. Out the fucking window.

She barely takes a step before he’s got one massive hand around her waist, yanking her forward with a low grunt, the other hand palming the back of her head and tilting it back so he can kiss her—no . . . devour her.

It’s messy and hungry and filthy, like he’s been starving for her and finally gets to eat. Her little gasp disappears straight into his mouth as he sucks on her tongue, his chest pressed against hers, sweat-slick and burning hot through her thin dress.

She’s trying to keep up, whimpering softly, clutching at his snap shirt with shaky fingers . . . but he’s not slowing down.

“Been thinkin’ about you, baby,” he growls against her neck, teeth grazing her skin. “All those shy lil’ looks? Those cute lil' skirts you wear around the house like you don’t know what you’re doin’ to me?”

He lifts her. Just like that. No warning.

Hands under her thighs, her cute dress riding all the way up, her soft legs wrapping around his hips like it’s instinct. He then carries her through the hallway like she weighs nothing; all ten fingers digging into her ass, gripping her so tight that it’s like he’s trying to brand her.

“You’re so fuckin’ soft,” he pants, slamming her against the hallway wall, grinding his cock up into the soaked cotton of her panties like an ornery bull. “Knew you would be. Knew you’d fit perfect right here, sugar.”

She gasps, claws at his shoulders, and he grins, feral, watching her fall apart so damn fast for him. She’s already dizzy, already clinging, already whispering his name like a prayer, something soft and sweet and Dodge . . .

He walks them straight into his bedroom and throws her down on the bed, making her bounce, dress hiked up around her waist, lips kiss-swollen, and pretty eyes glassy.

And he just stares for a second.

“Fuckin’ look at you,” he breathes, fingers working a mile a second to unbutton his plaid pearly snap and tossing it aside. “Lyin’ there all pretty like a lil’ gift. Bet you’ve never even been touched like this, huh?”

She shakes her head, cheeks flushed, thighs rubbing together instinctively.

“Didn’t think so,” he mutters, kneeling between her legs. “S’okay, baby. I’ll teach you everything. Gonna ruin you for every other man. You’re gonna cry when I stop.”

And the way he grabs her thighs, spreads them, mouths at her through her panties like she’s his last meal?

Yeah. She’s never walking straight again. 🫶🏼

[biggestsimponhere]

Be safe

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➻ Synopsis: The second challenge of panic you watch your boyfriend dangle 50ft in the air and almost die, this includes your reaction, how he calms you down and also everyone else’s reaction to finding out dodge has a partner (not very much of the latter)

➻ Requests are always welcome!!!

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Panic. It’s a stupid game really, at least, it is to you. You thought watching your boyfriend jump into the lake from the high point was scary but it was nothing compared to this. The Granary. The challenge, walk across the metal beam between the two towers, it sounds simple enough except for the fact that the beam is clearly highly unstable. Drew goes, Shawna goes, Ray goes, Heather goes. Then dodges name gets called, you tense beside him but try not to show any emotions.

He heads up and starts walking like it’s just another day and he’s walking down the sidewalk. A green light just barely visible from where you’re standing shines up towards dodge, he falls, barely hanging onto the beam with one hand. Fifty feet. Fifty feet in the air. You hold back the scream of his name that wants to come out. He looks down then back up before he’s swinging his other arm to grab the beam too. He swings back up onto the beam skilfully. As soon as he’s across he’s down the ladder and walking fast.

You can tell where’s he’s going and you wouldn’t normally stop him but right now you can’t help it. “Dodge” He stops at the sound of your voice, he softens slightly, just barely visible. You walk over to him and wrap your arms around him. A few gasps come from the others but he ignores them all in favour of tightening his arms around you and burying his face in your hair. Sirens sound as police cars roll into the area. Someone shouts and everyone takes off. Dodge pulls you and heather off behind something before he sees natalie twist her ankle.

The three of you run over and help natalie up and into the forest. We run till we can get far enough to let natalie sit down. Dodge checks over her ankle to make sure nothings broken, you can’t help the twist of jealousy in your gut as she looks at him. They joke around for a minute as dodge makes her a makeshift wrap.

Natalie’s eyes drift from dodge to you. “So… i didn’t know you guys were together” You look down slightly embarrassed that you let the secret out.

“Yeah we were uh keeping it under wraps” Dodge answers as he moves from the ground to your side. Then Heather walks back over to tell Natalie that Bishop is on his way to get them.

The two leave soon after and dodge leads you out of the woods and down a side street to his car. He gets in the drivers seat and you slide into the passengers seat. You stare out the window as he starts the car and drives. You don’t say anything, the shock of the whole thing not having left your system.

“Do you want to come to mine or go to yours?” He asks, it’s a simple question but you’re still not sure how to answer. You don’t want to leave him but you also just want to curl up in your bed and cry.

“I-… i want to come home with you” You say quietly. He turns and looks at you as you continue looking out the window. He pulls the car to the side of the road.

“Look at me” He says softly, you turn slightly. He hooks a finger under your chin and turns your face towards him fully. The tear streaks are obvious on your face, he wipes them away softly, touching you like you’re delicate.

“What’s going on?” He asks even though he knows exactly what it is. You frown, he almost died and he’s seriously asking what’s wrong. “You’re really asking me that” He sighs, he knew that was coming. “I’m okay baby” He murmured as he rubbed your cheek softly. You nod, you know he’s okay but that doesn’t stop the ache in your chest.

“Come here” He coaxes you out of your seat. You climb over the compartment in the middle and into his lap. He holds you against his chest. You curl against him. You mutter something under your breath that he can’t quite make out. He hums and asks you to say it louder.

“You almost died” You say quietly as if saying it louder would make it happen. “I didn’t” he leans down and kisses your forehead. You breathe a little easier as you burrow further into his warmth.

“let’s get home baby” he says into your hair, you move out of his lap and he drives to his house. You go straight in passing his mom and sister in the living room and going to his bedroom. You practically collapse on his bed and you can hear him talking to them but you don’t know what he’s saying. He comes in a few minutes after and changes into his pajamas.

“Do you want something comfier to sleep in? Jeans aren’t the best for sleep” He says as he digs through his drawer. You nod and he passes you a tshirt and a pair of his sleep shorts. You change and climb back into bed, he follows. The two of you practically meld together. “I know you’re scared but i can do it” He murmurs into your neck. “I know you can i just- i can’t lose you” You bury yourself in him, almost like you wish you could crawl into him.

He softens at your tone and pulls you closer. “You won’t lose me. I promise” he presses a soft kiss to your hair before the two of you drift off.

[zweig-geist]

its maike fist u guys

[luwritesomething]

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"