Could You Possibly Write Dodge Mason X Reader? Maybe One Of Them Has A Panic Attack And The Other Has

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"

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" 

i'll go feral when they force kiara and jj to be together on season 3 Y'KNOW SOME TIMES THINGS ARE JUST BETTER IF YOU LEAVE TWO CHARACTERS AS BEST FRIENDS, KIE AND J HAVE THE BEST FRIEND DYNAMIC PLEASE DONT SCREW THAT UP.

Heyy, can you write one imagine fluff about Damian Wayne, where he is clingy with reader

Damian Wayne x Reader: Rough week.

Words: 1108

Reader pronouns: not stated.

Warnings: There are mentions of blood and bleeding out but very few. It's mainly just fluff.

Edited?: Not yet, sorry.

Summary: Damian has a rough day both at school and during the patrols. He finds himself more exhausted than ever, and he gives up and goes to Y/N's house in order to feel real again, to rest.

Author's note: Thanks for requesting, anon!Hope you like it <3 Damian is the cutest thing ever, if you ignore his tsundure ways. In here Damian is 17 and Y/N is too. They are in an established relationship. Feedback is appreciated! Keep requesting!

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The wind ruffled up Damian's hair as he stood still on the rooftop. His eyes were exhaustively watching the town under him, the traffic lights not quite confusing his trained sight, ready to jump into action. His body was tensed and it hurt more than it usually did. Those idiotic thiefs had some good left hooks, but of course he was trained to bare with worst pains. Then why did he feel so tired?

That morning had been pretty rough. School wasn't a place where Damian felt completely comfortable. Academically speaking, he did feel safe and, to be honest, superior to others. But not having many friends was still rough, after all he was just a seventeen year old kid. He was sure, no, he knew everything would be easier if Y/N went to his school. But he also knew you couldn't attend to such a school, not even in a million years. You weren't exactly a wealthy philanthropist like he was.

Why did destiny give him the chance to meet you, he would never know. Damian just knew he had entered the animal shelter and you were behind the counter, with a kind smile he liked from the very beginning. It had took some time, a lot of time if we're being real here, but Damian started to like you, more and more, losing his precious self-control. Asking you on a date had been pretty awkward for both of you, but the date went great. And now, you had been dating for almost a year now.

You had found out about his secret identity as Robin pretty quickly. Damian couldn't decided if he was amazed by you being so perceptive and intelligent, or if he was mad. Thing is, Damian blindly trusted you, and so did you.

As he thought of you, his chest was filled with a warm feeling he always had whenever you were around. His tired eyes opened a bit more and he realized you made him calm. Maybe that was what he needed. To see you, to have you around.

The patrol was over, anyway. He just didn't want to go home because he knew Tim was staying that night at the Manor. Instead of continuing to stand still on the rooftop of that building, he made his way through Gotham City's rooftops and alleys, knowing by heart how to get to you place from every place in the city.

You were laying on your bed, earbuds in as you read the book Damian had lend you some weeks ago. Because of exams at school, you hadn't been able to read it, even though it was a really good book.

It took more than two knocks on the window to get you to look over at the window and see your boyfriend on his uniform, outside.

You rushed to walk over to the window and open it for him to enter into the bedroom, helping him out as you held a hand out for him to grab. You closed the window right after he had gotten in.

"Hey," you smiled kindly once you had turned around to look at him.

"Good night, beloved" Damian smile back, gently taking your hand and caressing it. He was always so gentle to you you'd get goosebumps "Staying?" You walked over to the door to lock it, after you had checked he wasn't stained in blood or anything that would cause mysterious stains in your sheets.

Damian nodded shortly, taking off the mask that covered his emerald green eyes, and keeping it in one of his belt's multitask, big pockets "For a bit. If it is okay with you"

You nodded back, letting him knew you had no problem with it. You looked for the last time at him, checking he wasn't hurt. Damian's visits on his uniform were always sudden and unexpected, and it wouldn't be the first time he had appeared on your floor, bleeding knuckles, or just bleeding out but with that charming and a bit annoying smile on his face. Then, after you were happy with knowing he had no visible wounds and considering he had no pain expression in his face, you sat on your bed and continued reading.

Damian took of his big, heavy boots before crawling up to the bed, slowly moving until he reached you. He took the book out of your hands, and before you could complain, he layed on top of you, or at least half of his body on top of yours and his head buried on the pillow next to your head. Then, he gave you your book back.

"Everything okay, Dami?" You muttered, closing the book with one hand and directing the other to the boy's hair.

You felt an arm move to your waist and being surrounded by it, on a somewhat tight grip that pretended to be a hug, which made you smile. He moved his head to the left, in order to look at you "I'm tired"

"Just that?" You watched as the boy nodded with his head. His grip on your waist didn't grow loose "You could use some sleep"

"I'll sleep later" he said, still looking at you. The way Damian stared at you was as loving and as gentle as the way he held you close to him.

A tiny smile grew on your face "You could use some cuddles, then"

"I don't cuddle" stated Damian, but his heart raced to the possibility of cuddling.

"Sure you don't"

You leaned in to kiss his lips shortly, breaking apart sooner than what he expected him, making Damian pout. You could have laughed, but instead chose to continue gently massaging his scalp, and to slowly run your hand up and down his back. If he would have been a cat, he would have purred. Instead, as a human, Damian just leaned in to get more cuddles, kissing lightly your clothed covered shoulder. He kept holding onto your waist, secretly begging for you to not stop those cuddles that made him feel calm and less tired. Without stopping the cuddles, you kissed his lips again, this time longer, allowing him to kiss you back as softly as you kissed him, until his head fell out of fatigue into your chest.

Neither of you noticed the moment he fell sleep because of the exhaustion he had been exposed to throughout his week, mainly because you fell sleep almost right after he did, you head against his, and his arm still wrapped around your waist, heart beats finding each other's as your chests pressed together. Everything was calm and sweet, and that was all that mattered.

diggins is so underappreciated im gonna punch someone.

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.