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Teaser: From my WIP Losers... Connor Murphy x Original Character ( from Chapter 4 / The joke or the friend )

Word count: 375

Edited?: No :(

Author's note: Hey! This is a sneak peak (maybe a long one) to my current wip, an alternate universe with a Connor x fem!OC dynamic.

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"Why'd you do that?" Connor asked. His voice sounded like something between anger and nervousness "Now they'll think—"

"I don't give a fuck what they'll think" Dakota shrugged "Hopefully Jared would start thinking twice, or at least once, before he talks…"

He snapped a bit, holding back his lashing out "Why don't you care about them calling you a freak?"

"Because I know I'm not," she simply said. Dakota shrugged again "And you aren't one either"

Connor's laugh was bitter and cruel, even a bit hurtful "You don't know shit about me"

"I guess you're right. But I want to"

"What? Yeah, right" Connor made an attempt to get up in order to leave, but suddenly stopped when he felt Dakota's hand on his shoulder as she said something he didn't catch, too busy on freaking out "Don't fucking touch me"

Dakota immediately took her hand out of his shoulder "Sorry, I shouldn't have— But I'm serious, Connor, you look like a cool person"

"What the fuck do you want from me?" Connor wasn't shouting, but his voice raised "The joke is over now, okay? You can stop pretending like you care and I'll stop giving problems to you by being near you. So—"

"Goddamnit, Connor, it's no joke" scoffed Dakota, kind of desperate for him to believe her. Connor was surprised by how her voice resembled a whiplash "God, they've fucked you up so badly. Someone getting close to you doesn't mean they're going to pull some sick on you, okay?"

Dakota saw how he hesitated, like he couldn't really believe her at the very moment, it was the shimmering, shy glow of his eyes that let her know he was doubting. It was almost tragic how damaged Connor seemed to be. No one deserves this. He looked so scared it was almost hurting Dakota, but still he managed to hide it with his tough, scary facade. Connor Murphy was doomed to be a tragedy. 

"Whatever" Connor finally mumbled, but his body stopped tensing when Dakota cracked a smile, a genuine one.

She couldn't be lying so much, could she? Dakota needed to be telling the truth. Connor needed her to be telling the truth, because he was in dire need of a friend.

i'm still waiting for the alternate universe in which the Jets and the Sharks become friends and make an alliance against Lieutenant Schrank, Officer Krupke and all the other cops.

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

JJ Maybank x Reader: Promise.

Words: 1107

Warnings: Mentions of ( underage ) doing drugs, minors drinking alcohol, mentions and implied child abuse ( as in physically beaten up by the paternal figure ), swearing.

Reader pronouns: not stated.

Summary: Y/N makes sure JJ is okay at the party at the boneyard.

Author's note: Nobody requested this, but I really wanted to write for JJ! He is my precious baby and I miss him so much, there was so little of him on season 2. Hope someone likes it. Reader and JJ aren't mentioned as a couple/relationship but you can imagine them to be!

Criticism is appreciated and requests are still open! Hit that anon and ask for an scenario!!

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The bonfire drew dark figures against your skin and the sand around you. You watched the flames dance on their crackling center, naughty and playfully, like a temptation to make the mistake of reaching out with your hand and touching them. You knew better, of course. 

The wind brought some music's trail from the party at the boneyard, loud, pop music with easy lyrics that made teenagers like you and your friends dance. You could have been dancing, but instead you were sitting at the bonfire the druggies had lit up earlier, a quiet place to smoke their joints alone and then, once they were high as a kite, join the party. You had done the complete opposite, you had danced first and now you were sitting on a tree trunk, not smoking, and rather looking at the fire. Parties at the boneyard sometimes got too crowded, especially when Kooks and tourons joined you pogues, and you knew that was a safe place for you to hide when they did, because usually the stoners had already left the place. 

And with the trail of the party came JJ Maybank, surrounded by some golden halo as he walked towards you. Perhaps it was your imagination, or maybe it was the beer. You couldn't quite tell. 

You hadn't seen JJ at the party earlier. Kiara had said he was probably busy doing some shifts at the job he had at that moment, but he wasn't wearing the uniform he had to wear at his job, and you know him well enough to just know he was too lazy to stop by his house to change for the party. When you recognized the shadow of a big bruise on his cheek, you understood. He had been fighting with his dad, not working. 

JJ's tank top was covered by sweat, just like his forehead. Both his lips and eyes smiled at you, the latest glowing softly like they always did. Whenever those ocean eyes stopped having its particular bright, you knew something bad was coming. Everything would be fine as long as his eyes kept on glowing, because his eyes were the door and mirror to his soul. 

"Can I join?" he asked softly when he reached you. You nodded, then staring back at the bonfire. JJ sat down next to you, on the tree trunk, and offered you his red plastic glass "Want some?" 

"Sure," you nodded again and took the cup. You took a sip and grimaced when you recognized it was not beer's flavor, making him giggle "Fuck, what kind of shit is this? It doesn't even taste like bad vodka" 

"It's whiskey, you dumbass," he drunkenly giggled, getting his glass back and taking a sip that was way longer than yours. 

"Hey, easy"

JJ chuckled "I can take it"

"I know you can," you said, a bit annoyed ", I just don't want you to get trashed so early. It's not even ten, J, y'know"

He hummed in agreement. Getting drunk was an art, and he was certainly a master of it. You weren't bad either, you were already getting tipsy, but he had way more stamina than you had.

 "They always drink whiskey in the movies," you muttered, eyeing the cup.

"I don't know how they do it," JJ said, shrugging "It tastes terribly" 

"Yeah. Maybe it's the ice" 

"The ice?" 

"Yeah, you know, ice," you glanced at him, watching how his face was contracted in confusion ", they always drink it in these big, squared glasses, with a shit ton of ice" 

JJ nodded with his head, suddenly your words making some sense to him "Uh. Maybe it is" 

He followed your sight and stared at the bonfire just like you were. You took the cup one more time, the last one, giving a second chance to whiskey. It didn't taste any better, sweeter than the other alcoholic drinks you had tried before. 

You leaned in against JJ's shoulder and he rested his hand on your thigh. Both of you had always been keen to physical display of affection, it was your love language, and JJ was the person who mirrored yours better. It was always comfortable, it was nice to know he was there, and it was nice for him to know you were there, too. 

"Wanna talk about it?" you muttered, watching how he took the last sip of whiskey on the cup, then left it on the sand. 

JJ glanced at you, eyebrows quirked in your direction"About what?" 

You stopped leaning onto him, just to brush your finger pads against the bruised skin that covered his cheek. JJ hissed under your touch, but didn't back away. He didn't confront your gaze, instead JJ looked away, staring at the ocean, watching the waves crash against the sand of the beach. What was he thinking, you would never know.

"It's not important, Y/N," JJ assured, thumb brushing against your kneecap. His metallic ring formed a cold sensation against your hot skin "I'm okay. I swear" 

Turning around to him, you held your hand out for him, formed into a fist, but with the pinky finger stretched, extended for him "Promise" you demanded, waiting for him to hold your pinky with his. 

"What are you, five?" he scoffed, rolling his eyes to the back of his head. 

You still waited for him, staring like you had nothing better to do. And it was true, you had nothing better to do than worrying for who could be called your best friend. 

Your eagerness made him smile, gently and with a sad, tragic aura that you noticed, but at least he smiled. 

"I promise," said JJ, doing with his hand what you were doing with yours, and holding your pinky with his.

You smiled warmly. His arm went from behind your back until it rested on your shoulders, pulling you closer for a hug you knew he needed. 

You wrapped your arms loosely around his waist, resting your head against his chest, taking in his scent, that mix of a salty joint had as a perfume. It smelled like home, because JJ Maybank was home.

"You know I love you," you said, looking up to him ", right?" 

"Well, who doesn't love me?" 

"Asshole" JJ giggled when you gently punched him on the stomach. You were smiling because he was laughing "I mean it, you moron"

"I know, I know," said JJ, still smiling. He tugged on your cheek, just like your grandmother used to do to you when you were little. Both the memory and his old man attitude made you laugh "I love you too, dumbass" 

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.