#dodge mason

[avasdigitaldiary]

My boyfriend Mike faist ❤️‍🩹

[avasdigitaldiary]

[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.”

[yearsarewatchingyou]

Shopping Trip: Dodge Mason x Reader

☆ extra scene from my ranch hand au

"You alright?" Dodge asks.

He's been more protective of you when you go out in public. The rounder you get, the more he worries. Dodge would usually never jump at the prospect of going grocery shopping: bright lights, loud music, and even louder people. Overpriced items, smaller quantities. Ugh. Horrible reminders of the real world. Yet, he found himself satnding the maternity aisle in Walmart like a bodygaurd— tense, straight, with folded arms.

"Why? Are you alright?" You say, not looking away from the shelves.

"Why do you always answer my question with a question?"

You glance up. "Why do you?"

Dodge rolls his eyes and scoffs. He mutters something under his breath about your audacity. You continue to sift through different breast pump sizes and maternity bras, each box had a chunky baby and enough neon to make your eyes bleed. Great job marketing.

"Geez, I wish I could just wear my normal bra.." you say as you pick up the limp, tan colored nursing bra from the rack, "this is so bleh"

"Well, the baby doesn't exactly care if you can't fit into your Victoria secret"

"Well, I do, and you should too"

"I don't care," he scratches that back of his head. "I think no bra is the best bra"

Your hand pauses on the rack, "Dodge. We are still in public"

He shrugged, "I'm still aware of that fact"

You throw it in the cart anyway. You have to use the grocery store cart handle as a crutch in these final few weeks of pregnancy. The more walking, the better, your doctor claims. So, you walk to the other side of the store to the normal clothing items.

You pass by the men's section and touch the sleeve of red jacket, "what do you think of this, Dodge? Stylish?"

"It's...alright" he shrugged again, clearly, very uninterested in the product.

Color wasn't in his color scheme if it included color. No matter how hard you'd try to get him to at least try a dark shade of any color, he wouldn't budge. He'd come up with some lame of excuse of "it doesn't fit" or "where would I wear it?"

"Totally a rodeo outfit," you hold it out in front of him, "Hm. This one is a bit too small"

You swap out that size for another, the hanger scraping against the rack.

"I'm not buying that," he deadpans, "I'm not a nascar racer. I'm a saddle bronc rider. It'll get torn up"

"Well..." you decide to try a different approach "You'd look really hot"

"I'd also be really hot"

"Please?"

"You're hormonal," he sighs as he tosses it begrudgingly into the cart, "if this is what it takes makes you feel better"

"You know you want it" you pinch his cheek, grinning.

Dodge looks down at you, his lips turns up into a small gentle smile, his face betraying his words, "...sure I do"

Baby steps, you think.

You both walk around the rest of the store to the check out. The cart is full of groceries for the next week, enough baby formula to feed a small infant army, and maternity clothes. The register lady was a stocky, older woman with purple lipstick and the worst smoky eye you've ever seen. She smacked on a piece of gum like it was her life line.

"Watch this magic," Dodge nods to you as you start to load some of the items on the conveyor belt, "I'm not spending more than 100 dollars on this shit"

"You're so cheap" you scoff in disbelief.

"I'm resourceful," he said opening the Walmart on his phone to show the cashier a plethora of coupon barcodes, "since you wanted me to get that jacket. I can actually afford it"

"I could've paid for it"

He gave you a brutal side eye before slipping a few 20 dollar bills out of his pocket. You watched as the total price dropped at least 30 dollars. You were impressed, but also glad that he had a frugal bone in his body. Veggies all on sale, shelf items were walmart brand only, shopped solely in the clearance section. You're sure most of it was born out of necessity.

"$83.46. Not bad" he grunted as he dropped the bags in the back seat of his charger.

"Wow, with the formula?" You nod.

He smiled at his own winnings "Like I said, magic"

"Sure"

[shotbyeros]

dodge mason and his colorful girlfriend!!

colorful gf!reader

“gray, gray, gray, black, black. you do know there are other colors?”

optimist - extrovert - artsy - always decked out in colorful accessories - carp’s ray of sunshine

bf!dodge mason

“i’ve heard rumors.”

introverted - bronc rider - almost always wearing neutral or muted colors - doesn’t open up easily

them as a couple

golden retriever gf x german shepherd bf - crafting dates - digi cam warriors - matching bracelets that they refuse to take off (if dodge doesn’t have it on, which is very rare, his whole day is off to a bad start) - total cuties!!

a/n: I was on a panic rewatch, and the interaction between natalie and dodge over dodge’s lack of color in his wardrobe got me thinking about him with a super colorful gf to balance him out!

I absolutely adore dodge, and there’s a lack of fics about him on here! i would love to write some one shots with this dynamic, so send me any ideas you have!

all pictures are from pinterest and are not meant to depict a reader with specific features or a particular race

divider creds: bbyg4rlhelps, uzmacchiatio

[jalndr]

is my type dodge mason or is my type dodge mason (emo)

[dunkiebitte]

excuse me, you look like you love me | dodge mason

i had to make this to feed my delusions about mike faist , if anyone has another ideas requests are always open | credits from the banner to: @strangergraphics

[yearsarewatchingyou]

I found a VA that sounds justttt like Mike faist. Nobody talk to me right now im so fucking elated at the moment. like YES feed my delusion.