DODGE, MY BOY.

I first want to apologize because it has been several sleeps since I’ve watched Panic completely through, so I don’t remember all the details, but I will try. So, this would happen when they have to break and enter into that one man’s house and steal something. If you want a little recap of their relationship, you can read this.

Her and Dodge are a team. If it’s not a solo challenge, he will be by your side. So, I imagine the two of you found something to take, and as you’re escaping through a window, that’s when you hear the first gunshot. You two freeze, but Dodge is quick to push you along. You’re out the window first and running through the cornfield when you hear a second shot. You stop in your tracks when you notice Dodge isn’t behind you, and the only thing you can hear is the sound of the man yelling.

You don’t want to think about it; you’re shaking your head in disbelief and begin to run back to the house when a third shot echoes through the air, and you feel the pain rupture into your leg. You scream out, falling down into the grass, clutching your thigh. You can hear your name being called out, and there’s a rustle by your head where Dodge crawls out from the stalks forward you.

“Fuck—fuck, fuck.” He presses down on the wound, which only sends waves of pain through your entire leg. “I’m sorry—fuck…”

“He got me.” You lay down, covering your face with your arms, as Dodge removes his shirt to make a tourniquet.

“I know, baby.” His voice cracks. “I think it just grazed you but…I don’t know, it looks deep.”

“It hurts,” You wince out, choking back tears. “Make it stop.”

Dodge feels defeated. Can he even take you to the hospital without stirring questions about a gunshot wound, and not mention Panic?

“Come on,” He bites his lip. “We’ll get you taken care of.”

His mom.

He carries you back to his car and lays you down in the backseat. “Hold tight for me, okay? We’ll be there soon.”

Dodge squeezes your hand and jumps into the front seat. The pain is subtitling into a rooted throb, and you raise your head to speak.

“Dodge…it’s not hurting so bad now.”

“Might be the adrenaline…or shock, I don’t know. We’re almost there.”

When they arrive at his house, his mom’s care is thankfully still seated in the driveway.

“My mom’s going to take care of this, okay?” He bends down to pick you back up in his arms. “It’ll be over soon, just trust me, okay?”

When he enters the house, his mom shoots up from the sofa. He tries to explain what happened, but he can’t quite focus on anything but the sound of your whimpers.

“I need to cut your jeans off, sweetie. Need to see what all happened.” She’s always been so gentle with you. She cuts a long strip from the ankle to your thigh, exposing the wound, confirming Dodge’s suspicions. “Okay, it was just a graze, which is good. Still nasty though.”

You lay down on the kitchen floor, Dodge sitting up by your head.

“Okay, honey, we need to clean it out… Dodge, can you grab a towel for me?” She takes a wet paper towel and gently cleans off blood around the wound. “Okay, hon, I need you to bite down on this, okay?” She holds the towel to you, and you stare back at it in bewilderment. “I need to clean it, so it doesn’t get infected, okay? It’s going to hurt.”

More than it already is?

“Dodge,” She warns, signaling to hold me down. “Okay, hon, one-two-three—”

It pierced through you, your screams grating your throat as you bit down on the towel. Dodge held you in his lap, one arm wrapped around your front to keep you still. Your eyes burned with tears as she scrubbed away at the wound, the pain nearly pummeling you.

“You’re doing so good, baby.” Dodge leans down to whisper to you, taking your hand into his. “She’s almost done.”

“I’m sorry, honey,” She stresses, “Any little bit of debris can cause an infection… Just need to make sure it’s all out.”

“What the fuck is this?” Dayna declares, appalled.

“Not now—”

“No, actually, what the fuck? What happened?—”

“She got hurt doing a challenge—it’s okay—” Dodge meets his sister’s piercing gaze from across the kitchen.

“She’s literally bleeding all over the floor—it’s not okay! Take her to the hospital!”

“We—” Dodge bites his tongue. The one place he wishes he could take you right now, he fears would result in the end of the game. “You know we can’t, Dayna—they’ll ask questions—"

“At what point is it worth it? Your girlfriend is hurt, Dodge. Is the money really worth her not getting actual help?”

And he knows it.

“I’m going to wrap it up, okay, hon?” She presses a towel back down on the wound; you wince instinctively. “Dodge, grab the dressing from the first aid kit.”

or like… maybe TA!dodge??

i rlly wanna write teacher mike but idk who to use

a/n: hello! this is the superflirty!dodge x shy!reader i promised! um, i got bored so made this really fucking “steamy” lmfao. i rlly don’t know what else you’d call this.

 enjoy!

feel free to request more dodge/mike/riff stuff!

warnings: steam LMAO. this is also kind of a shit show, but seriously, hope you guys enjoy! let me know if you wantg more stuff like this!

w/c: 2.1k

Aggressively, the boy grabbed you by the chin and jerked your face to the left and the right, scanning your face for injuries, his face resting in a scowl. You tried to back up before a hand found its home on your waist tugging you close to him. With a quiet tsk, he grabbed your arm gently and tugged you into his house. You had seen him walking by and decided to say hello, but apparently the boy had different ideas, “Y’know, I knew you were breathtakingly beautiful, but I didn’t know you were also dumb as a rock.” 

You frowned as you reluctantly followed behind him, “That was just mean.” You mumbled, “L-Look Dodge, I don’t even need your help, I just-” Dodge turned to you and raised a brow, “Yeah?” Another tug towards him and you were now flush against him. Dodge looked down at you, his mouth agape. You swallowed and looked deep into his eyes, your mouth falling open too as his mouth forming into a heart-stopping beautiful smirk. “Well, guess what, Y/n.” The boy’s smirk only grew, “I know exactly what you need.” You gulped, audibly, causing him to chuckle softly. 

“Well...” You paused, blinking slowly as you looked up at him, “What would that be...?” You dared, causing Dodge to lean into your ear and whisper, “Me.” You felt goosebumps rise all over your skin and a blush overtake your face. Dodge pulled back and winked down at you, starting to walk with you again. “Dodge, no. Shut up...” You mumbled, jerking your hand from his. 

With a sigh, Dodge grabbed your hand, pulling you into his room. “Look, just let me check you out in here, clothes optional.” He teased before getting to the point, “I know you fell pretty hard last night, just wanna make sure my favorite girl’s alright.” You rolled your eyes and grew angry at yourself for the blush that once again occupied your face. 

Last night was the second challenge of Panic. You had to walk from one tower to the other on a thin piece of metal, and you had fallen over. You remember hearing several people freaking out and when you found yourself looking down at your audience, you couldn’t help the fact that you were looking for Dodge. Though he was pretty far away from you, you could still see the way his body tensed and his jaw locked. If you weren’t close to potentially dying, you would’ve spent a little longer gawking at him. He looked amazing and you longed to see him closer, but you got your head back on your shoulders and thought of ways to get yourself out of this predicament. Eventually, you managed to pull yourself up with a loud groan. You were standing on the bar again, and with a quick sprint, you made it to the other side. 

Your attention was brought back to the present when you felt warmth on your arms, the brunet had your arm in his hands as he examined you, searching for any sort of injury. Sheepishly you swallowed and looked down at your arm, “Are...Are we going to talk about last night?” You hadn’t meant to ask the question so bluntly, but it was too late now. Dodge looked up at you and quirked a brow before smirking,

After you came down from the tower, you were searching for the tall, muscular, quiet boy. You quickly jogged to where he was originally standing, but by the time you got there, he was gone. A small whine rested in your throat as you searched for him, but you were cut short at the sound of sirens and the flashing of lights. You gasped and backpedalled, smacking into multiple people. However, two hands found themselves on your waist. You flicked your head up behind you and saw Dodge. “Dodge...” You sighed in relief at seeing someone you recognized, he held a finger up to your lips and let go of your waist before grabbing your hand, “We gotta go now, princess.” 

You knew he was insulting you, but you couldn’t help the butterflies that swarmed in your stomach. The term was referring to how you were always following rules and basically had everyone at your beck and call before you graduated. You knew Dodge didn’t like you because of that, he hated the fact that everything was handed to you, but to be fair, you hated it too. It made your crush on him much harder to deal with. But, you wanted to branch out and be crazy like everyone else your age, which was why you even joined Panic to begin with. The money was also a good bonus though, of course. 

Dodge cursed under his breath, “Fuck...” You drew your attention to him and noticed the dead end you’d run into. You still heard the sirens and clamoring of the other members of the game and you felt your heart began to race even faster. Dodge’s chest rose and fell as he stared silently for a moment before his eyes snapped to you with a smirk slowly starting to spread on his face, “I have an idea, but I don’t think you’re going to like it.” 

Hearing the approaching footsteps and voices, while also seeing the lights get closer you nodded, “Whatever! J-Just go for it!” You whispered shouted, your eyes anxiously darting towards the noise of the cops and Dodge’s beautiful eyes that you’d loved staring at for the past year. 

The smirk was now plastered on his face and wasn’t leaving anytime soon, “Promise you’re okay with it?” He asked slowly, a hand dancing up your side, causing you to shudder. The cops were going to find you any second now, “Yes, Dodge! Just do it!” You yelled a little too loud, your nerves fraying even more when you heard footsteps coming straight for you now. 

“Take off your shirt.” He whispered, yanking his off and tossing it aside, “What?!” You gasped. Now, you gasped for two reasons: out of shock, and out of shock. Dodge’s shirt was off and you could see up close how toned he was and you lost your breath. Though, you didn’t have a lot of time before you found yourself being scooped up and pinned to a nearby tree. The muscular boy took your shirt off himself and tossed it behind him, kissing down your neck and chest, unbuttoning his pants and shuffling them down a bit. 

Tiny moans left your lips as you looked down at him. A dream. Everything that Dodge was doing was an absolute dream. He cupped your cheek now and kissed you deeply, pushing himself as close as he could to your groin. His hands were under your skirt now as he gripped onto your thighs. You were feeling so many things now, a mixture of shock and delight being the most prevalent. He ground his hips into yours, more moans leaking from your mouth, and groans leaving his “D-Dodge~” You whimpered, and he sucked on your neck, moaning in your ear. 

Your body was exploding in goosebumps and overall pleasure, but it was cut short and replaced with fear and disappointment when a bright white light was flashed onto you two. The male made a big show of covering you, placing both of his hands on the sides of your thighs as he spread his shoulders, “Woah, woah, hey, whaddaya doin’?” He craned his head around to look at the cops standing in front of you. 

Upon realizing what was going on, the cops averted their eyes and groaned, covering their eyes too. “Ah, Jesus kid. What’re you doin’?!” Officer Williams complained, the bright light of the flashlight still on you two, 

“Um. What’s it look like? I’m fucking my girlfriend.” His familiar smirk was on his face again as he glanced at you and winked, loving the look on your face. You were a tomato at this point and you were at a loss. You didn’t know what to do or what to say, so you just didn’t. 

Williams rolled his eyes and let out another groan, “So you two weren’t involved in the-” Langley delivered a smack to her partner’s shoulder and shoved him a bit, “Todd, let em go. Clearly if they were out here, getting, uh...busy, so to speak, I’m sure they weren’t involved. Let’s go actually find some kids who were involved.” She shot you a look of sympathy before dragging her partner off, “You two better at least be using protection!” 

After hearing them and no longer seeing them, Dodge placed you on the ground gently and jogged over to your shirts, picking up yours and his before laughing softly to himself, “What...?” You nervously questioned as you walked closer to him. He held up your now torn shirt and handed you his, “Looks like you’re gonna have to wear mine for now, princess.” His famous smirk on his face once again. 

~

“That was a new shirt, I presume?” Dodge teased, looking up at you. You looked away and your eyes scrunched in pain as Dodge cleaned out your scrapes. He noticed you were looking away before he leaned down and kissed the inside of your wrist to grab your attention. You jerked your hand away and moved to the other side of his room, causing him to stand and look at you in his mirror. “Somethin’ I do wrong?” He queried, hands resting on his hips and his head was cocked to the side.  

You looked him in the eyes through the mirror, “Why did you do all of that last night?” You blinked slowly as you watched him take a step closer to you, “Oh you mean save our asses? Well, you know, there’s this place called jail that I don’t Little Miss Princess Y/n wants to go! And come to think of it, I don’t want to-” You groaned in frustration and turned around before looking at him, “No! I mean, why that of all things!” You felt yourself blushing again and you rubbed your cheeks trying to rid yourself of it, and Dodge smiled at you, 

“Trying to rub away a blush makes it more obvious.” He teased in a sing-song voice, frustrating you even more. “This isn’t fair, Dodge!” You cried out, his smirk gone now. “You can’t just do that to someone, it isn’t right! What if...What if...” You stumbled over your words a bit, not knowing whether to feel good or bad about what happened last night.  

He took a step closer to you again and you could feel his breath on your face, “What if what, princess?” There was that name again, in a whisper this time. Yet, now, it felt... different. It felt like a compliment rather than an insult. You swallowed hard and looked him in the eyes, his multicolored eyes hypnotizing you, “What if...What if I’ve loved you since I’ve met you? Is that something you really want to fuck with?” 

His eyes danced with delight and you grew more and more confused by the second, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pushed you into his wall in a quick fluid motion. He leaned his forehead against yours, “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say those words.” 

And he kissed you, for real this time. Dodge kissed you, feverishly, because he wanted to, because he could. He didn’t kiss you because he was trying not to get arrested, but because he loved you too. He lifted your lower back off the wall and held you as close to himself as he could and he kissed you as deeply as the law of physics would allow him to. He kissed you until neither of you could breathe, leading you to break apart with swollen lips.

He held your cheek now as he caressed your face, his thumb running up and down your cheekbone. “What took you so long?” You asked, a smile on your face. Dodge raised a brow and laughed softly, “What took me so long? You just told me you felt like this for a year!” You waved him off and asked another question instead, “I thought you hated me. What was that all about?” 

He frowned and let his arms sit around you waist before pushing your hair back, “I--Uh, not my brightest moment, I guess. I was just really worried you wouldn’t feel the same. So, I thought it’d be better if I just pretended, you know?” He said quietly, barely looking at you. 

You turned his face towards you and you smiled once again, placing a soft kiss on his lips, before pulling him towards his bed, 

I can see Y/n & Dodge being either character here

Now I wanna write something about this

who’d read it? and who should be pink?