Panic 2021 - Blog Posts

im rewatching panic with my friend because of MIKE FAIST and she’s not getting the hype 😔 he’s so gorgeous and she just isn’t getting it 💔

PANIC

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EIGHT OUT OF NINE LIVES - dodge mason x reader

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EIGHT OUT OF NINE LIVES

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pairing: dodge mason x reader

summary: in this lousy town, panic was the only thing remotely interesting. well you know what they say, you only live once. yet…dodge seemed to have nine.

warnings: mentions of almost dying, a little ooc dodge

a/n: rewatching panic so…writing for one of my favorite cowboys. realized it might be a little similar to one of my other fics, but oh well

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You only live once. That was the motto you tried to live by. Albeit, the motto was stupid and could get your ass landed in jail sometimes.

The motto was how you were able to get the Dodge Mason to go out with you. It was how you were able to jump the cliff during the first challenge during Panic. It was also how you were disqualified during the third challenge.

Breaking and entering was not your forte, nor was avoiding the batshit, crazy Spurlock’s traps. You fractured your arm running from the bastard with a personal item of his. Fearing for your life, you tripped, dropped your item and ran—praying you would get out with no bullet holes in your body.

Your will to live trumped over your desire to have any real fun in this town.

You thought it was pathetic for not being able to keep your item in your hand long enough to advance. Your boyfriend was just thankful you were alive.

Yet, when he landed himself in the hospital after the fourth challenge—the mindsets switched.

“Promise me, you’ll be careful?” You spoke the night of the fourth challenge. Dodge and you were on his couch watching whatever movie was on.

“Yeah, ‘course.” Dodge agreed, looking at you. His arms wrapped around your body tightly. Dodge leaned down and kissed the top of your head.

His reassurance provided you a little more comfort than before, yet with Panic—expect the unexpected.

No one expected the local haunted house to burst up in flames, nor for a few Panic players to end up in the hospital cause of it.

“You are a goddamn liar, Dodge Mason!” You accused your boyfriend the minute you stepped into his hospital room.

Dodge jumped slightly at the sound of your tone, blankly staring at you. You attempted to hit him to get your point across that this was serious because he was just looking at you. Staring like everything was fine. He landed himself in the hospital because of a stupid fucking cash prize.

“Don’t do that. Don’t wanna hurt yourself more.” Dodge warned with stern, yet soft voice. He caught your casted hand before you could do any real damage to him or yourself.

“You gave me a goddamn heart attack.” Your hands tensed up and sat down on his hospital bed. “The fire—I didn’t know if you or Heather or Nat were okay,”

“I’m sorry, okay?” Dodge let go of your cast. He quickly looked around for a cop or any staff member. “I was reaching for a clue in an outlet and next thing I know, lights out. I didn’t even know there was a fire.”

You pressed your lips into a thin line. “Electrocuted?”

“Electrocuted.” Dodge laughed slightly like he couldn’t believe himself. “I think my heart stopped.”

“Don’t joke like that.” You gave him a pointed look.

“I’m being serious!” Dodge gave you his signature boyish smile. “You know how you compare me to a black cat? I just used one of my nine lives.”

“You’re stupid.” You failed to hide the grin creeping up on your face.

Even when you were supposed to be angry at him, he never failed to make you smile. “I mean it!” Dodge exclaimed. “I’m at eight lives.”

The two of you went silent, just beaming, grinning at one another. As the silence grew, the smiles faded. You were the one to speak up first. “What do you think will happen now with…?” Panic.

“I don’t know. It’s just a minor setback and we’ll finish this. It won’t get canceled.” Dodge admitted and laid back in the hospital bed.

“Dodge…you landed yourself in the hospital because of this stupid game. You could’ve suffered something worse than blacking out—what if something happened internally?” You stressed. “And—and you still want to risk your life for what—?”

Dodge interrupted. “For Dayna…” A small pause.“…and for you.” Dodge added quietly.

“You don’t gotta win for me.” You whispered to him. “If it’ll get you killed, don’t win for me.”

Dodge opened his arms and reluctantly you laid next to him. His arm snaked around your waist, soothingly caressing it. “What if it’s like third times a charm? You get hurt during Panic again and you land yourself six feet under—?”

“Have a little faith in me.” Dodge hummed and looked down at your face. “I promised you I’ll be careful and smart about things. I won’t break those promises.”

You gave him another pointed look, knowing you won’t be able to convince him to stop. “You just win for Dayna.”

“Justice for Dayna.” With the arm wrapped around your waist, he held up one finger as he spoke about his motivations to win. “Getting out of this shitty town for you.” Another finger went up before he kissed your head.

“I think I’ll be fine in this lousy town if you’re here.” You shifted your head to look up at Dodge.

“And those dreams of wanting to see Italy?France? Spain?” Dodge asked softly.

“Pipe dreams.” You smiled dismissively. “Just something to keep me going.”

“You know the pot this year is huge. Once I win, I’ll take you anywhere you want. Out of state, out of country, out of world. Anywhere.” Dodge promised.

“That is a large if, Dodge. Gonna pay for that with a few of your lives left?” You teased him.

“Darling, I would do anything to make your dreams come true. Even if it means paying with my lives.” Dodge kissed your forehead, then your cheeks, then your nose, eyelids, chin, jaw. You giggled as he left butterfly kisses on your face.

“Dodge—Dodge, stop it!” You giggled, but he silenced your protests with a kiss to your lips. You could feel him smiling.

“Forgive me for losing one of my lives?” Dodge asked as he kept kissing and kissing—knowing the answer. Your angry and worry simmered long before he could even ask for forgiveness.

“You get hurt again and I’m going to kill you.” You threatened, trying to keep your composure.

“I know, sweetheart. I know.” Dodge mumbled as his lips met yours. He made the same threat when you broke your wrist.

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