#dayton white fics

[georgiapeach30513]

Got A Secret, Part 1

Summary:   When Dayton White makes a bad call with his latest girlfriend, and she tries to destroy his career, it is up to you his makeup artist to help fix it.  You were older, and more mature.  Had already been spotted with Dayton happily smiling, and the fans loved you.  Now you’re in front of the cameras left wondering when does the acting stop...

Pairings:  Dayton White X Reader

Rating:  mild

Warnings:  language, lies, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.3K

Series Masterlist

*dividers created by @firefly-graphics​

“He’s in the chair,” Dayton’s assistant peeks his head into your room with a big smile. Ray was ever punctual for Dayton’s erratic behavior. “He’s ready and waiting on you,” you stand quickly, grabbing your kit as you follow Ray down the corridor to Dayton’s dressing room. 

“You know why he likes you?”

“Because I allow him to call me sweetheart without making a peep?”

Ray raises his eyebrows and nods in agreement with you, “Because you’re punctual. You’re always ready and waiting for him when he comes to call. You keep your mouth shut. I know that you’ve undoubtedly seen and heard some stuff. He’s not a bad guy.”

“No, he’s definitely got potential. His fame, notoriety, and good looks have afforded him a certain way of life, however.  And you and everyone else enables his childlike tendencies.  A man that has never grown up, but then portrays himself to be the picture perfect example of marriage material.”

“Oh? And why would you say that?” Rays asks. His hand on the door, ready to open it so you can deal with Dayton. 

“The man’s a slut,” you shrug. “I mean come on, every girl he comes across, they know about him. They don’t care. They want that moment to think that their pussy could actually change him. They sign that NDA quickly, he gets his dick wet, and he moves on. It’s simple math really.”

“He also likes you’re one of the few people that’ll tell him no.”

“I don’t get paid to coddle a grown man. I get paid to make sure his age isn’t showing and people don’t question why someone with a perfectly curated image such as himself can’t keep a woman. Make him look younger so playing the fields doesn’t look so bad. I thought you knew that,” you give him a chuckle as you walk into the room. 

Dayton usually gives everyone his perfect facade of America’s golden boy, but for some reason, he’s always been able to let his guard down with you. Forbade anyone to be in the room while you work on him. It was like he was able to be himself while you put on his mask. Hiding the real him from the world. 

Typically the man’s phone was far enough away, always upright so you could see his alerts, this time, it was snug in his hand. Practically angling the screen in an odd way to make you question just who had his attention. You didn’t take the bait. Dayton was not your friend. He was a client. 

Dayton sighs, finally laying his phone in his lap, still screen up. He thought he was slick making his notifications private, until it was just you and him, and then you were able to see everything. You were a makeup artist, he assumed you frothed at the mouth for gossip. “What are you promoting today, Mr. White?”

“Ugh, please, you of all people don’t call me that. I’m Dayton,” he waits for your response as you add some concealer to his eye bags. You wondered if this man ever slept, or was he always just fucking and playing the game. 

You still don’t respond. Preferred to keep the conversation led by him. You asked a question, he didn’t answer. “You really don’t know?”

“If I knew, would I have asked a question?” His phone lights up with a text, and against your better judgment you look down, and see her name again. Stupid girl. You casually tried to warn Dayton that she was too young and ambitious. He didn’t listen. 

He looks at his phone, but doesn’t respond. Doesn’t even open it. Which leads to a few back to back texts. “Needy,” you surmise. Dayton knew he had you. You tried to act aloof, but the difference was, you actually cared. And you responded, you saw who was texting him and that was his goal.  He always wanted to hear your input, whether he applied it to his life or not.

“Yeah. That’s why the um,” he clears his throat asking about the next product you were putting on his face. “Damage control.”

“I don’t even want to know.”

“She uh…she wants to go public,” don’t respond. Don’t react. For every step forward that Dayton thinks he has with you, he realizes these games don’t work. “I don’t want to.”

“Why?”

“We’re fucking. She’s not the only one. She’s too young. Too new in the industry. Too needy. Too…as you say ambitious.”

“Hmm, maybe next time you date a woman that wants to get ahead in the industry you’ll make sure she knows you’re just using her as a flesh light,” Dayton snorts, and looks back down in his lap. If you weren’t so entertaining, he would have gotten rid of you a long time ago. You were always smarting something off to him, but he needed to hear it.  And he enjoyed your take on his chaotic life.

You however, didn’t speak on matters between you and him. Your mouth was always zipped tight. “She’s ruining my image.”

“Oh, the one you don’t care about? The one you’ve created for the last decade. Became what America’s women want. Be obtainable in a sense. Make them think you want a regular girl, when in reality you have a very specific type.”

“And what’s that?”

“Tall, but not too tall. Skinny. Blonde. Actress. I think that covers it,” you remove the tissue from his shirt, and spin him around to look at himself, but he stares blankly in the mirror. “Are you needing anything else, Dayton?”

He looks down at his phone and panic arises on his perfectly chiseled face, “Dammit! Ray! Get Ray!” You cock up an eyebrow looking at him, “I know it’s not your job.”

You don’t even have to get Ray; he and Dayton’s whole team start bursting into the room, “Have you checked the gossip blogs?”

“You’re starting to trend on Twitter.”

“Shit! She left a cryptic message on Instagram.”

“We need to make a statement to some outlet. Who do you want?”

“Which narrative are we trying to spin? How does this affect your upcoming projects?”

“God, you’re so stupid.”

“No!! There’s hate happening. You’ve got a less than shiny piece on the gossip sites.”

Fingers snap, screams, and overall pushing you out of the room, and Dayton gives you a final sad smile, mouthing out, “Sorry.”

You don’t want to look. It was all an image that he and the whole team faked, and it sounded like that image was being tarnished for the time being. You step back into your room. You’re paid well to sit around and wait for him to be touched up. 

“Put out that picture we’ve been sitting on,” Ray tells a publicist, and Dayton stands up quickly to protest. “That’s our best option.”

“It’s a lie.”

“She’s your fucking age. You wanted to get a young pussy, and now she’s biting off your dick. Using your fame and resources to make her star rise, while yours is fading. Do I have your permission to source out the photo?” Dayton scratches the back of his neck. Trying to think if his career was even worth it. 

“She’s been seen with you before. This makes it stop. The fans react well to her, and even look for her at events. Let’s send it to all our sources. Send it to a few of the gossip blogs. Nothing has to be said. Let everyone else make up their mind on what’s happening. All that tartlet has is a few coincidences. No evidence of you together,” Dayton grimaces, because that wasn’t entirely true. 

“My god, you’re so stupid. I hope this was worth it. Your career or your makeup artist?”

“Send the photo,” Dayton responds wearily. He settles back into his chair with his fingers rubbing along his temples. “We’re not putting out an official statement either way. Inform the host no personal questions of any sort. I want all major outlets and fan-run sites and blogs to have that exclusive. Make this go away, and make it quick.”

“Just my usual,” you smile at the barista, already handing over your card. You look over to a nearby table, giving the two girls a smile when they gasp, and lean in to whisper to each other. 

“It’s kinda weird seeing you here,” the barista tells you, and you give her an odd look. “I thought you would be back in New York.”

“Oh, Dayton doesn’t have any upcoming events.  We got a break from filming,” she tilts her head to the side, but then smiles with a wink. It was odd. You’ll give her that, but the coffee here was impeccable. 

Hearing a clicking sound of a camera you look back at the girls, who’s phones go in their lap quickly. Probably a selfie. Giving a nod to the barista, you grab your coffee, and start to head out, until you hear, “That is her,” and turn to another table. 

Becoming paranoid as they blatantly point at you, and look down at their phones. You feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as more and more people look up at you. Some from phones and some from a magazines with Dayton on the cover. 

Trying to hold onto your dignity you walk out quickly. Looking at your phone before calling your mom, “Honey, why didn't you tell me?” This doesn’t help calm your fear as you pick up your pace, heading to your car.

“You and Dayton. It’s actually a great match. He seems like the best guy. So kind. And he wants kids. Are you finally going to make me a grandmother?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh, honey, you really don’t read the gossip do you? But…there was an exclusive source.  And I’m your mother.  You could have at least told me that this business partnership had turned romantic.”

“What?” You put your head down, opening up the door to your car. It felt like your heart was pounding out of your chest, and you just had to get out of here. 

“You got caught. I’ll admit the timing looks a bit suspicious since that stupid girl had a few screen shots and messages, and…well, I’m sure yours and Dayton’s timeline can be discussed. Maybe he didn’t know how he felt at the time, or wasn’t aware that you were exclusive.”

“Oh my god. I can’t breathe.”

“Oh, sweetheart, were you not ready to be public?” You never look at the gossip. Never desired to because it was all fake. But it doesn’t take long to find exactly what your mother was talking about. A picture of you and Dayton, supposed to be alone for you to do his makeup. 

The two of you were giggling and laughing, and he was pushing a bit of fallen hair out of your face. Had you not known what was going on, you could see how a picture of you leaning over him in the chair, right in his face, while both his hands were on you could be romantic. You don’t even remember his hand being on your hip, or this moment. Things happened so quickly for makeup. Most of the time they were enjoyable. 

‘He looks happy.’

‘Actor, Dayton White finally finds the one.’

‘Hiding under his nose all along.’

‘A source tells us they are happily in love.’

“Dayton!” You scream into the phone as he picks up. 

He was afraid that the blindsight of this was not ideal, but he had a reputation to protect and was filming a family movie with a wife and kids, “What the fuck is going on?”

“Damage control.”

“I’m not part of your fantasy world. Take it back!”

“Doesn’t work like that. Just…give me a few months, clean up my image, and we can go our separate ways.”

“And you can find a new fucking makeup artist! I can’t believe you! How did you get this picture? It’s…” even you couldn’t deny the chemistry between you and Dayton. It looked almost too intimate. Personable and comfortable. But there was something in the way he was looking at you. You’d seen it a hundred times in his movies though. It was just part of the ever churning cog in Dayton’s life. He was an actor. 

“It’s perfect for me.”

“I didn’t ask for this!”

“You don’t have to do anything, but show up on my arm. We’ve got a pap walk scheduled for when we get back on set,” you let your head drop down onto the steering wheel. “Please, just do this for me. You know how much my career and image mean to me.”

“I have conditions then.”

“Whatever you want. Name your price.”

You scoff hearing that, “I don’t want money. I want respect. You quit sleeping around.”

“Does that mean I get to with…”

“No! Get acquainted with your hand. You stepping out on me isn’t going to help your image. Don’t sneak them in your house. Don’t like pictures on Instagram, don’t slide into someone’s DMs. If you’re playing the role of my boyfriend, then you act like. I can't believe you didn’t ask!”

“I knew you’d say no. Don’t…don’t get on social media though. Please?”

“Why?”

“Just don’t. Be you. Don’t get on. But I need you to hand your passwords over to MacRay immediately. He’s got to scrub your social media. Luckily you don’t post much. But your likes, they can be questionable at times.. Call him as soon as you hang up.”

“I hate you so much right now.”

“I know. I’m sorry, and if there was any other way, I would have done it. You’re a lifesaver, and I’ll owe you forever!”

Famous last words that you knew no matter what that Dayton wouldn’t be able to hold up that promise. You just take a deep breath and get ready to weather this shit storm that had been brewing from the stupid tarltlet. Dayton and his dick were always getting him in trouble. And up until now you had managed to come out unscathed, but now you have to be the one in front of the camera.  Smiling and playing make believe.  All to protect him.

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[angelbaby-fics]

You're Invited To My Tea Party!

what?

as a way of getting back into fic writing and also of interacting with you all, i will be opening requests for mini cg x reader blurbs! i'll try to fulfill as many requests as possible!!

when?

may 22-24th! extended until may 26th!

how?

simply send in a character and a situation/prompt and i'll write a 100-150 word blurb! i've included a list of characters i'll write for (look out for some new ones)!!

characters! (bolded = new!)

marvel: steve r. (pre or post serum), bucky, stucky, peter p., loki, thor, rocket, groot, mantis, nebula stranger things: eddie, steve h., robin chris evans: lloyd hansen, ransom drysdale sebastian stan: lee bodecker, dayton white additionally, if you would like a character that's not listed here, let me know! remember, i only write cg!character x little!reader!! SFW REQUESTS ONLY!!!

[masturbucky]

Hi :D

My name is Daniel or just D, my pronouns are he/they, I'm from Ukraine (russians dni). Spent almost three silent years in tumblr but yeeeaaahhh, as you see it was only a matter of time til I speak on my own shit. I have no idea what I'm doing, by the way. :D

I enjoy dark fics, fun shit, sometimes fluff and of course smut (I'm 18!), there will be like tons of random things. i will do x readers/my OC only. Fem readers, gn readers, transmasc readers.

Will write for characters:

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier (MCU)

Wanda Maximoff (MCU)

Chris Beck (The Martian)

Steve Kemp (Fresh)

Kyle Spencer (AHS)

Denji (Chainsaw Man)

Nick Fowler (The 355)

Frank (Endings/Beginnings)

Dayton White (Logan Lucky)

Joe Goldberg (You)

Love Quinn (You)

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

Five Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy)

Silco (Arcane)

Jinx (Arcane)

Keigo Takami/Hawks (BNHA)

Eddie Brock/Venom (MCU)

PLATONIC Tony Stark (MCU)

Din Djarin (Mandalorian)

Donnie (Rottmnt)

Carl Grimes (TWD)

Negan Smith (TWD)

Probably will add more/change with time!

IF YOU HAVE ANY REQUESTS, IT'S ALWAYS OPEN! I do not guarantee that I will write it, but anything that is for mentioned earlier characters and that is not including the things below, I'll take it!

What I WON'T do:

Angst related to cheating

Break-up angst

Death of mentioned characters and/or reader/oc

Anything related to russians or russia in general

transphobia, homophobia, biphobia, racism, xenophobia in any way and shape (except for russophobia, as I mentioned we hate russians there, so I might from time to time remind you that<3)

Probably will add more/change with time!

Send me a request, I'm bored and I'll probably go insane if I wont write something :p

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Stardust Reblog Challenge Masterlist

Back in august I decided to join in on the fun and love fest that is the stardust reblog challenge hosted by the lovly @natrace :)

Within this masterlist I will try and sort the fics by month I read them in and by fandom. Mostly you will find MCU fics in here with either Steve or Bucky as the main character, maybe even both. But I do also sometimes read other quite random stuff.

Show them some love and heed the warnings provided. If you are a minor please follow any 18+ plus warnings and just read something else.

september fics

MCU

Bucky x Reader

Kiss Me Like You Mean It (Biker!Bucky) by @angrythingstarlight

Wedding Plans by @angrythingstarlight

Birthday Debriefing (Birthday!Reader) by @drabblewithfrannybarnes

day one: fingers (Tattooartist!Bucky) by @buckycuddlebuddy

Hungry by @mollygetssherlockcoffee

Personal Sessions (MMA!Bucky) by @angrythingstarlight

Scar tissue by @fandoms-writings

Why do you care? by @black-mistress-of-evil

Pierced through and through (TFATWS!Bucky) by @angrythingstarlight

What makes a Woman by @motsdouxdejanie

With all my love by @summerofsnowflakes

Love at First Grade (Single Dad!Teacher!Bucky, Single Mom!CEO!Reader) by @buckysimp101 (Parts 19, 20, Epilogue and Deleted Scene 1 read as part of the challenge)

Everything the Light touches (mafia!Bucky) by @buckysimp101 (Parts 1, 2, 3 and 4 read as part of the challenge)

Unnamed HC (baker!Bucky, biker!Bucky, mafia!Bucky) by @angrythingstarlight

Unnamed NSFW drabble (lumberjack!Bucky) by @angrythingstarlight

Unnamed Drabble (beefy lumberjack!Bucky) by @angrythingstarlight

Is it a crime (mob boss!Bucky, mob boss!Reader) by @crazyunsexycool (Part 3 read as part of the challenge)

Once upon a time (librarian!Bucky) by @navybrat817

Something Domestic (ex-military amputee!Bucky) by @fandoms-writings (Epilogue read as part of the challenge)

Steve x Reader

can't keep my hands to myself (Retired!dbf!Steve) by @christywantspizza

Happy Dirthday Doll (Birthday!Reader) by @secretswiftymarvelfan

The Cheerleader (dilf!Steve) by @kinanabinks

You got to my head (Pre-Serum!Steve; tall!Reader) by @barnesmurdock

Patch up (scientist!Reader) by @tooearlyforthis

Unnamed Drabble (mafia!Steve) by @angrythingstarlight

Breach of contract (Senator!Steve) by @imaginedreamwrite (Part 4 read as part of the challenge)

Unnamed Drabble (40s!Steve) by @sanguineterrain

Stucky x Reader

Unnamed Drabble by @becca-e-barnes

In a motel (dom!Steve, sub!Bucky) by @disasterofastory

Misc. fandoms

The Red Sea Diving Resort

Oh So Tempting (Ari Levinson x agent!Reader) by @justalonelyslytherin

TopGun

Falling in and out of love (Maverick x Reader) by @youlightmeupfinn (Part 8 read as part of the challenge)

Logan Lucky

The crash (Dayton White x Reader) by @fictional-affairs

The Fantastic Four (2005 film)

Unnamed Drabble (silverfox!Johnny Storm x Sugar baby) by @imaginedreamwrite

Another unnamed drabble (silverfox!Johnny Storm x Sugar baby) by @imaginedreamwrite

Once Upon a Time

Unnamed Drabble (sorcerer!Jefferson x familiar!Reader) by @imaginedreamwrite

october fics

november fics

december fics

[glassbxttless]

Hi! Thank you for checking out my work! I appreciate it more than you know! Below the cut you’ll find each of my fics organized and linked by character! You can find my archived work in The Archive! You can also find my writing challenges here (this includes things such as Kinktober and Writer Wednesday!)

if you prefer to read my work else where, although i’m slow to update, you can find me on wattpad and ao3!

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**as of 03.27.23 this list is still being updated**

( MOST RECENT UPDATES )

01. Little Poppet (Commanded Mills x f!Reader) / 04.10.23

02. Fluent with a Zipper (Steve Harrington x f!Reader)* / 04.23.23

03. L&D Baby (Steve Harrington x f!Reader) / 04.18.23

04. Her Love is my Religion (Maurizio Gucci x f!Reader) / TBA

05. Chapters (Paterson x f!Reader)* / 04.05.23

( ADAM DRIVER )

COMMANDER MILLS

PATERSON

MATT SOLO

MAURIZIO GUCCI

JACK GLADNEY

( JOSEPH QUINN )

EDDIE MUNSON

( JOE KEERY )

STEVE HARRINGTON

KURT KUNKLE

( SEBASTIAN STAN )

BUCKY BARNES

DAYTON WHITE

STEVE/BRENDON

( SCREAM FRANCHISE )

BILLY LOOMIS

STU MACHER

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Get to know my writing

Tagged by the lovely @shadesofdeviant

What is your total posted word count on AO3? 335017

How often do you write? I try to write a little bit every single day. Writing is a stress release for me and it helps me to center myself sometimes.

Do you have a routine for writing?  I don't think I really do? I get a lot of ideas when talking with friends and sort of build up a story and throw it on my WIP list until I can get to it. I always try to create a calm environment for me to work in and try to write at my desk because it makes me feel like I'm being more productive.

What’s your favorite tropes/pairing? My favorite pairing to write is, of course, Tarlos. Followed by Ducky (Bucky Barnes x Dayton White) and Fransom (Frank - from Endings Beginnings - x Ransom Drysdale) - both are crackships I came up with me. I love all the tropes, they're all so good. My favorites have to be angst, slow burn, and anything blank to lovers.

Do you have a favorite fic of yours? I really love my current Soulmate AU I'm writing With love, your soulmate and my fic, Back to You.

Your fic with the most kudos? The must kudos I've gotten is 323

Anything you don’t like about your writing? I don't think my dialogue writing is as good as it could be. It's something that I am trying to be better at.

Now something you do like?  I think I write angst and smut really well.

Tagging: @ronensass @noxsoulmate @sapphire11 @tailoredshirt @beautifulhigh @cowlos-reyes @welcometololaland @rmd-writes @steveng-rogers @cametobuyplums @11thstreetvigilante

[smutsonian]

in search for a friend

clyde logan x female!reader

summary: finding a real friend can be hard so when you finally found one, you were head over heels but that was until he decided he didn’t want you around anymore.

warnings: 18+, smut, darkish clyde, innocent reader, naive reader, dub-con, stalker-ish behavior, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, jealousy, innocence kink, size kink, public segghs, cunnilingus yeet, angst, insecurities, loss of virginity, bleeding, creeps at the bar, sucky ending, surprise appearance of someone 😏 (im not being sleek bc he’s literally on the mood board thingy i made), i have no idea how bionic arms work, tell me if I missed something

word count: 8.9k

a/n: this is for you, Ora @crappedoutlungs 🥴 thank you for dragging me into the adam driver train 💀

I havent written in a long time so this is going to be rusty. Expect the smut to be cringy ✌🏼🥴

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You knew Mellie from the salon. Your mother didn’t really force you to go but she would drag you with her to get a monthly hair day or sometimes, weekly mother and daughter time. It was a bit of a fiddly ritual but you eventually got used to it. You blamed it on your mother missing you at home ever since you got old enough to move out. She always did treat you like her baby girl and accepted that she would never grow out of that phase. You liked having your mom around. It’s not like you had many friends in town. Others may think of you clueless but you know what they say behind your back.

Mellie sometimes lacked a filter when talking to her customers and you were no different from the other customers. It was admirable though. You admired her honesty more than those two-faced people who call themselves a friend. That being said, her lack of filter made you understand why people seemed to be avoiding you in town. It’s not like you were awful, no. You tried your best to be the best version of yourself for people but when Mellie’s words came out of her mouth, you found your whole body warming up in embarrassment. 

“People say you think you’re too good for anyone. You’re like this perfect lil girl and I guess everyone just got sick of the innocent thing going on,” You thought you saw Mellie looking almost guilty and concerned but the look was gone with a shrug.

“Don’t listen to them though. You keep being yourself, honey. You ain’t gotta please everyone, you know?” She smiles at you through the mirror while she makes her last adjustments to your hair.

“I know Clyde already has his eyes on you because of that goddamn good girl charm…” She mutters under her breath but it didn’t make sense for you. You only know that the name was one of her brothers.

“W-what?”

“Oh, don’t mind me, honey. See! You look stunnin’!” She exclaims, catching your mother’s attention a few chairs away from you, reading a magazine.

“Oh, baby! You really do look like a princess! Your father never lies, does he?” Your mother’s compliment only made your lips quiver in embarrassment as you heard Mellie snickering behind you. This is why people hate on you. They thought you were haughty and a suck-up.

You turn to look at a grinning Mellie through the mirror and let out a sigh. You always thought Mellie hated you like the rest but she was probably the nicest of the bunch for being honest with you. 

“Momma? I’ll meet you back at home, okay?” Stopping the tears from falling, you stood up and offered Mellie your payment, leaving a huge tip before dashing for the door. 

Keeping your head down and eyes on the floor as you walked with the goal of reaching your parents’ house as soon as possible, you didn’t notice someone else walking hastily until your bodies collided with each other. The other person was much larger than you, making you stumble backwards but never falling because a firm hand stops you from doing so. 

“Be careful,” a deep and soft voice fills the air.

You look up to see a very tall man and the sight of a prosthetic hand is enough to let you know who the person is.

“Y-you’re Mellie’s brother,” you dumbly stutter, shaking your head at yourself for being so clumsy with your words.

“Yes, I am. I’m Clyde Logan and you’re…” He frowns as he says your name, taking out a hanky from his pocket and carefully reaching it towards your face, he only wiped at your tears when he saw you weren’t flinching away from him.

Your jaw clenches absentmindedly at the thought of crying in front of Clyde for the first time you’re officially meeting him.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize, now wiping your own eyes with his hanky as he pulled his hand back.

“No need to be sorry,” he smiles at you, eyes fogging in thought as he watches you try to cover your face with your newly done hair.

“Here,” he takes his cap off before putting it on the top of your head, arranging it until the visor is covering your face from the sun, and your tears from other people.

“My mom would be so upset… I just got my hair done—” you stop your words, mind going back to Mellie’s words and you berate yourself for acting so stern.

“I-I mean thank you,” you say instead, looking up at Clyde so he can see the smile on your face.

He playfully pats the visor before putting his arm around you in a friendly manner.

“How about I walk you home?” 

You agreed with a smile, the thought of finally having a friend eating up its way to your heart.

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Clyde Logan believed his family to be cursed. Nothing but bad luck comes to his family but he wasn’t that hopeless. He may come off as dispirited when confronted at the bar but that’s because he had learned to give the town the same energy it gives him. In fact, it’s either his family is cursed or the people around them are just very awful people. Either way, he still believed that the curse can be broken or that he’ll find other people that're different from the people he’s used to.

He still had little hope but he didn’t expect that hope to come in the form of one sweet little lady.

He heard a lot about her and at first, he thought she was just one of those snobs but the more he saw her around, accidental and intentional, he learned her better. She was genuine and far from the gossip that the townspeople are spreading about the poor girl. She’s not a pretentious brat at all. She’s genuinely… pure.

He wondered how he’ll be able to talk to someone like her or how someone like her would talk to someone like him. He did think at some point that she can be the light that his dark life needed but what if he becomes the reason that her light darkens? What if instead of her purity breaking his family’s curse, his curse taints hers?

So, he decided to avoid her. Avoid spoiling her purity by staying clear of her way as much as he can.

But fate had different plans, it seemed like. What are the odds that she’ll bump into him literally outside of his sister’s salon, tears falling down her precious cheeks, her eyes screaming for help while looking so beautiful in her sundress? He couldn’t help it. It was like he was conditioned to act and protect her. Make her feel better. 

And that’s what he did and he was rewarded with her lovely smile that will forever be sitting on his mind.

And the way she easily fit in his arm as he walked her home only made him forget about the plan of avoiding her. That was simply impossible now that he’s been that close to her. She even gave his hanky back after thanking him a billion times for walking her home. A hanky that would be very useful at night when he thinks of her.

He watches her hopeful eyes turn into glee when he tells her that he’ll be seeing her around. It was like she was just as excited as him to be in each other’s presence. Her idea may be more innocent than his but the glint in her eyes told him that she’ll be willing to learn.

He’s more than willing to teach her.

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You were thankful for having a genuine friend such as Clyde. Thankful for having a friend in general but it felt like someone was toying with you because the very first actual friend that you manage to have, you’re having feelings for. You had a lot of arguments with yourself in front of the mirror, chiding yourself for thinking of such things as having feelings for Clyde. How would you even know that you’re in love with someone when you’ve never fallen in love? 

You blamed it on your instinctive habit of sabotaging what you have. You figured that Clyde might just be a really likable man. He’s attractive and you wouldn’t be surprised if you found out that a lot of your peers would have a crush on him, though the thought bothers you for some unknown reason. But it wasn’t just about his looks. He’s a very nice person and your first time meeting him showed you that. He could’ve easily ignored you and went on with his way but he didn’t. He made sure that you’re okay and even walked you home. He then continued seeing you, making sure that you’re enjoying every walk, lunch, and so with him. He made you feel a lot of things but maybe that’s what good friends are for. Maybe you’re just confusing friends with lovers. What would you even know about lovers?

Now that the thought of Clyde being a good friend to you, you wondered if you were a good friend to Clyde.

So, you started working on a self-made project. You remembered Clyde making comments about his prosthetics being a bother from time to time and inconveniently useless so you planned on making that problem whoosh away. The little engineering lessons that your father would give you as you were growing up will come in handy for the project. You already bought a bunch of books that could help you so you started after the very second you got your materials. It would cost a bit much for them but it would be nothing when it means being a good friend for Clyde.

You’d miss a few walks with Clyde because of your self-made project but you figured it wouldn’t bother him because he’s a busy guy. He had a bar to run so that gave you some time to work on your project that’s slowly becoming a success.

You thought it wouldn’t bother him.

You were wrong.

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You finally agreed to come to Duck Tape per Clyde’s request. He has been asking you to come but you’ve always made an excuse because you usually work on your project at the hours the bar opens. Not wanting to cause suspicion and not wanting to refuse Clyde anymore, you decided to say yes as well as give yourself a break from your project. He offered to take you there during his break but you refused, telling him that it was just a few minute walk from your home. As you were walking up the steps, you were greeted by a man who looked out of it which made you feel uneasy but the moment he gave you a genuine smile, your uneasiness went away.

He stated your name, more like slurred but he mentioned Clyde’s name as well so your eyebrows eased from being furrowed.

“Y-You know Clyde?”

“Hell yeah! Been telling me about you as well! It’s nice to finally meet you. I can finally put a face on the sweet girl that made Clyde all soft,” he snickers before offering you a smoke which you politely declined.

“Mhm… Forgot about the good girl part,” he muttered before waving at you.

“Well, the name’s Earl. Clyde’s waiting for you inside. Think Jimmy’s in there with him,” he shrugged before returning to his own world. You smiled at him one last time before rushing inside, seeing Clyde prepare a drink for the three strangers wearing red. You stood mesmerized at how he is in his zone that you didn’t realize that you’ve stood frozen just a few feet away from the bar. 

You only snapped out of your dazed state when the man pulled out his phone and pointed it at Clyde, asking him to do the whole mixture again. You walked over to the bar quietly, a few seats away from the obnoxious man before waving at Clyde who turned to look at you. You then noticed his prosthetic hand that was on the bar and you remembered the project you're working on and getting excited to see how Clyde would react. You hope he’d be happy.

“Hi Clyde,” you piped up from your seat, adjusting awkwardly when you felt the other three’s attention on you.

“Well, would you look at that…” The man planning on filming Clyde looked at you with an ugly smirk before dropping his phone.

“How’d someone like you know someone like him?” He turned to Clyde with a sour look before looking back at you with his smug look.

You only stared at him before shaking your head and turning to look at Clyde with a small smile.

“The name’s Max,” the stranger says before sitting beside you, an arm curling behind your seat before leaning a little too close to your face.

“Hey, man. You’re making her uncomfortable. Maybe you should back off,” Clyde says calmly but you managed to see his jaw clenching when you looked up at him.

“Yeah? What’re you gonna do about it? Slap me with your plastic arm?” Max laughs along with the two other guys he’s with.

“Oh, I’m sorry… Your plastic hand!” He laughs harder before his face suddenly gets slammed on the bar, making you jump in surprise and squeak in terror as a new guy comes out, punching the three guys like some kind of hero. 

Clyde takes a bottle out from the racks, walks around the bar before helping you out of your seat and guiding you outside. He gently sits you beside Earl on the bench before walking down the few steps and leaning on the fence. 

“Are you okay?” He looks back at you, anger in his eyes and you could do nothing but nod. He nods back before taking a chug out of the bottle and turning back around. 

That’s when things started to go south for you. From Clyde setting Max’s car on fire to Jimmy coming out before Max and his friends do, to Jimmy nodding at you before shouting some weird word at Clyde.

You thought he said “cauliflower” but you weren’t too sure.

Clyde seemed confused as well but later seemed to realize what it meant. You remained seated beside Earl just like how Clyde left you there. 

Clyde then walks back to you after Jimmy drives away, his eyes darker than before and face wearing nothing but a cold emotion.

“I’ll take you home,” was Clyde’s reply. He took you home, the whole drive silent and uncomfortable for you because Clyde was never like this with you. Have you done something wrong? Maybe he realized how much you’re being a bad friend and this is his way of ending your friendship.

Who were you kidding? Clyde would never do that. He’s been nothing but nice to you.

“W-we should probably stop hanging out,” Clyde breaks the silence as he stops his car right in front of your house.

You’re too shocked to even realize that he stuttered his words out, something that would allow you to realize that he was lying if you weren’t too hurt by the words that just left his mouth.

“I-I don’t understand, Clyde. I’m sorry if I’ve done something wrong. I—”

“Please get out of the car,” he whispers your name like it hurts his tongue to even mention your name. Were you really that awful to be friends with that just the mention of your name disgusts Clyde?

“Clyde,” you sob, trying to reach for his hand but he flinches away, causing you to stop mid-air. You took a sharp inhale before nodding.

“I-I’m sorry. I really tried to be a good friend…” You let out a dejected sigh before fumbling with the seatbelt and bolting out of the car, ignoring Clyde as he shouts at you to wait. You never stopped running until you were inside the comfort of your home. Your tears only get worse when you hear his car driving off.

You pry yourself away from your door after a few minutes, sniffling and turning to look around your dark home, eyes catching the glint of the project that you’re working on. It needs a few more months but it’s close to being done but now you’re not too sure if it’s even worth something.

You did your best to stop yourself from just throwing the project out, ignoring your work table, and heading straight to your bedroom. You’d sleep this all off, hoping that everything was just a nightmare and when you wake up, everything would be fine again.

It didn’t work.

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Clyde couldn’t have been happier when she finally agreed on visiting the bar, the day progressed with him being excited to see her like he always feels a rush whenever he comes to see her. Somehow, her coming to the bar to see him felt like it’s making their relationship, sorry, friendship stronger. He smiled at the thought of their friendship turning into a relationship. Maybe tonight is the night he can finally tell her how he really feels about her. 

Clyde was so excited for her to come but that was until the three NASCAR assholes in red came in and her arrival became the last thing he wanted. He couldn’t bear the thought of someone as foul as these guys seeing or even glancing in his girl’s direction. Not his girl. At least not yet.

He noted that she wasn’t anywhere to be seen and he’s never been thankful to be stood up so he continued bartending, trying his best to ignore Max Chilblain as he makes fun of him. He remained unbothered about the whole situation, not really caring how pressed Jimmy is becoming until he saw her staring back at him with those bright and innocent eyes by the door. She was looking at him in a way that made his throat tighten as well as his pants. She wasn’t looking at him lecherously, she was looking at him with those familiar friendly and demure eyes which made his dirty mind go haywire. She was also wearing her signature sundress which only fueled his hunger.

He was snapped out of his sinful thoughts when Max started advancing towards her.

He didn’t even give a fuck about how Max is throwing insults at him, no. He only had his eyes focused on the way the fucker’s hand is resting behind her and he wanted nothing but to snap it in half or completely rip it out of his body but he remained calm. He remained calm even though every liquid inside of him was sizzling in anger.

He felt both thankful and awful when Jimmy showed back up and started hauling the asshole down the floor. He was thankful because the asshole wasn’t bothering her anymore but he felt awful because he wasn’t able to do anything about the whole situation. He was supposed to be the one protecting her but he couldn’t do anything. He could’ve done what Jimmy was doing but he chose not to. All of it was making him think about how he won’t be enough for her if they do start a relationship.

He was going to make it better. He planned on making it better. So, he led her out of the bar, away from the commotion as his mind started working out a plan on making things better for her. This visit was supposed to produce something new and something great but it gave the exact opposite of that.

He was going to make things better. 

He really was.

Then Jimmy had to fucking say that fucking word.

Cauliflower.

Getting in trouble wasn’t something he wanted her to be a part of, along with the idea of him not being enough for her and him getting into trouble was enough for him to push her away.

And that’s exactly what he did.

He almost cracked when her eyes stared back at him with so much sadness and hurt.

Hurt.

He didn’t want to hurt her but he needed to protect her. He wouldn’t be able to protect her if he was directly putting her in danger. Not with the fucked up shit that his brother always gets them into. Not with the fucked up shit that his brother gets him into. 

When she apologized and insinuated that she was being an awful friend, he was ready to say fuck it to Jimmy’s idea but she ran. He watched her back as she ran away from him. He called for her, he tried but she didn’t stop. He’d done it.

What’s done is done.

He’ll make it better.

He’s doing it to protect her.

He’ll make it better.

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You thought you’d be better with time but you didn’t. You weren’t exactly in a bad place but you weren’t in a good place either.

You were… just there.

Then he disappeared.

Not that you’re keeping tabs on him.

You just heard from your mother who heard it from Mellie at the salon that he got himself in prison. You never visited the salon again after your fallout with him. You didn’t think he'd appreciate it if you acquainted yourself with his family. He was obviously revolted by you so you’d do the both yourself a favor and distance yourself. Save him the disgust and save yourself the embarrassment.

Your mother noticed the change in your behavior, especially when you stopped going to the salon with her but she let you be and you were thankful for that.

You still worked on the now useless project though. You were sure that you’re never going to give it to him because why would he accept anything from someone like you? No, you continued the project for your own sake. If you didn’t focus on something, you’d probably go crazy. 

So you continued your project just for the sake of your sanity.

You didn’t dwell on the thought of him. He probably didn’t want you thinking about him anyway. The way he flinched away from you in the car flashes in your mind and you shake your head as you let out a sigh.

You needed a new hobby...

And possibly a new friend.

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You ran into Dayton White at the grocery store. He was covered in a big hoodie, a cap that covered his face (you tried your best to forget about the way Clyde’s cap covered your face the first time the two of you met), and a pair of huge sunglasses. He was obviously trying to be inconspicuous and failing miserably at it. You didn’t know the man but it was easy to apprehend what he’s trying to do.

You giggled at his very conspicuous attire.

Your giggle seemed to have caught his attention because his cap-covered head snapped towards your direction, making your eyes widen and quickly turn away from him, making a beeline for the cashier.

“Something funny?” Came his voice from behind you as he jogged along with you.

“N-nothing, sir.”

“Sir?” You hear him chuckle, making you even more embarrassed. 

“You want a picture with me?”

That made you scoff. You don’t even know the guy. Maybe you heard about him from the television, something about a race and a crash but you weren’t even sure if that’s him and you didn’t care enough to know.

“What?” he asked, complete confusion covering his face. His confused look reminded you of a certain someone but you threw it at the back of your head.

“No, thank you.” You give him a faux small smile before continuing towards the cashier, ready to call it a day. The memories of a certain someone really made your mood sour and sad. Sour because of yourself and sad because he left you.

The arrogant guy joined you at the cashier, placing his items with yours, and easily paying for the lot as you stood frozen beside him.

“Sorry. I’m Dayton,” he smiles at you, arrogance lost in his face and replaced by a genuine one, his hand held out for you to shake.

You mutter your name quietly before shyly shaking his hand as quickly as possible.

“So, you don’t know me?” He smirks, a friendly one if that makes sense, before taking your stuff from the bagger and guiding you out of the store.

“Sorry…” You had the urge to apologize so you did.

He laughs at that and you only frown at him.

“What are you sorry for, sweetheart?” You frown at the nickname and only shrugged.

“Because I’ve offended you?” Your tone was more of a question than an answer.

Dayton took a deep breath before nodding and smiling at you once more.

“You’re weird…” He states, watching you as your face falls at the insult.

“No, that’s a good thing!” He immediately assures.

“Oh…” You nod shyly before pointing towards the direction of your home.

“I’ll be going. It was nice meeting you, Dayton.”

As you began walking home, you felt him following you so you stopped to turn and look at him.

“Why are you following me?”

“These are your groceries.”

“No, they’re not.”

“They are.”

“You paid for them so they’re yours.”

He laughs again and lets his shoulders slouch.

“Why do I feel like you’ve never had any friends…”

“I do! I mean I did. I mean… I have friends,” you explained, making a fool of yourself.

“Not very good ones,” he deadpans.

“You don’t measure good friendship with the things they buy for you.”

“Okay, that’s true, I guess.” He surrendered. 

“Can I walk you home?” 

“You’re basically a stranger.”

“But I’m Dayton White!” You could tell that he was half-joking and half-serious.

“Yeah. A stranger to me.”

In the end, you both decided that he’ll just walk you to the nearest bus stop and let you be from there. He didn’t leave the stop until your bus was away from his view. 

You finally get home, grocery bag in hand and a smile stretching your face. You didn’t even notice you were smiling until your face started to hurt.

You’ve never worn a genuine smile after Clyde…

Maybe this is the new friendship you were looking for.

You still needed a new hobby but you’d take a friend anytime.

------

Clyde should’ve known. He should have known better.

The moment he strayed away from her, it’s like the curse suddenly came crawling back into his life.

But he did it to keep her safe.

But how is he going to keep her safe now that he can’t even see her anymore? He has no idea where she is or what she’s doing and it’s making him go insane.

At first, the plan seemed substantial. He’d be able to do anything for her. Buy anything for her. Their fallout would have only been history right after the heist because like he promised himself, he’ll make things better.

But Jimmy… Fucking Jimmy decided to have a change of heart and everything he lost, he lost in vain. He hated the thought of losing her. He was just planning to make things more official and serious with her but the moment he made her leave his car that night, the curse enveloped him. It’s like the way of the universe making him know that he’s a fucking idiot. 

As if he didn’t already know. As if he didn’t beat himself up every night at the thought of her being gone in his life.

He didn’t even feel anything when Jimmy revealed that he didn’t entirely fuck the heist up. He didn’t care that he’s got a few zeros added to his bank account. He was too busy thinking about her. He couldn’t see her anymore. Even when he got out of the prison, he didn’t see her. It’s like she disappeared.

That was until Mellie got the whole crew to go to the bar for some weird version of reunion. 

Clyde was cleaning some glasses, pouring drinks here and there with his new and improved prosthetic hand, and ignoring Mellie as she tried to tell him something about a surprise before proceeding to flirt with Joe Bang.

Clyde was just pouring a drink for the strange woman when he heard the entrance door opening. He wasn’t expecting anyone anymore. Mellie made sure that the only people inside are the crew. He was already skeptical about the unfamiliar woman, but his whole world seemed to have converted into slow motion when he turned to look at the entrance.

There she was, wearing one of her adorable sundresses while her lips seemed to be lacking the usual smile that he’s gotten used to seeing. Her eyes weren’t as bright as before but they still held the usual innocence it has always held only this time, it was mixed with something darker. Sadder.

He watches as she waves and smiles at Mellie before proceeding to walk in, aiming for one of the tables that’s very far from the bar and everyone else. Ever the shy girl…

Clyde’s adoring eyes turn dark when just behind her, by the door, a familiar face begins walking to her and then beside her AND THEN helping her sit before sitting across from her.

Dayton-fucking-White

What the hell was he doing here?

Why the hell was he with her?

Clyde turns to look at Mellie, noting the shock on her face. She must’ve invited her but wasn’t expecting her to come with anyone.

Was she the surprise Mellie was talking about?

The strange woman continued talking to him but he no longer paid attention to her. He wasn’t even making it subtle that he wasn’t listening to her. 

He was busy looking at his girl. 

Even if they didn’t make it into something, she was still his girl. 

Ignoring the guy sitting across from her, Clyde memorized her. It feels like it’s been years since he last saw her and the last image he had of her was her in tears.

Now she’s sitting from across the room, face sullen than the first time he met her. He began to think that maybe he wasn’t the only one that got affected long-term by his stupid decisions. 

His attention towards her was disrupted when Dayton White waved a hand in front of his face before apologizing when he slightly flinched in surprise. 

“Hey, man. Sorry… Umm, just wondering if I can get two colas,” Dayton flashes a bright smile before handing him a bill that was more than enough for two coca-colas.

Clyde’s jaw clenches at the thought of someone looking after you. Someone that’s not him. Of course, he knows that you don’t drink alcohol. He knew that because he’s the one who used to buy you cola whenever you’d go out for lunch and dinner but he’s somehow glad that someone was looking after you when he couldn’t. But the bitterness was still there. 

Who exactly is Dayton White in your life now?

He places the two cans of soda on the bar before sliding the bill back to Dayton.

“On the house,” he fakes a smile for him before looking at her, who suddenly looked away as if his gaze burned her.

Pain was the only feeling coursing through his body as he tried his best to think of possible ways of making it up to her. He only thought of her for the rest of the night while he still tried to bartend for everyone.

------

You don’t know why but it was painful to see Clyde with that unfamiliar pretty woman. Somehow, you understand why Clyde would be with her rather than someone like you. You curse at yourself for almost getting caught staring at him. He’d probably be annoyed or even mad at you for staring at him like a creep. He wanted nothing to do with you. He probably hated you so much and is wondering why the heck you were even in his bar.

Mellie never mentioned that Clyde would be here. Mellie just invited you over, begged and even conspired with your mother to make you come with her to this bar. You didn’t understand why she’d go through all that trouble just to have you here and ignore you for some intimidating-looking guy.

You’re just glad that Dayton offered to come with you. After meeting at the grocery store, he became a friend to you. A close friend and you still wonder how the two of you became friends when you both have nothing in common other than your severe dislike towards Max Chilblain. 

You guessed bonding over hating someone was enough to become friends because Dayton turned out to be a good friend behind his arrogant stature.

“Stop looking so gloomy, you weirdo,” Dayton sits back down with two cans of soda before offering one for you with a teasing smile.

“I’m not a weirdo. And I’m not gloomy, you jerk!”

Dayton’s eyebrows shoot up before he’s pointing an accusing finger at you.

“Where’d you learn to speak like that? Where’d my sweet lil friend go?” Dayton smiles at your pouty face before leaning over so he can whisper something by your ear.

“He’s been looking at you, you know. And he’s been glaring at me for being this close to you,” he whispers before leaning back to his seat.

His words only made you confused before your eyes widened in realization.

“He probably hates that I’m here. Maybe we should go,” you begin to stand up when Dayton pulls you back down.

“Why are you so clueless? He’s obviously jealous!” Dayton hissed, pulling your seat closer to his and wrapping an arm around you.

“See? He looks like he wants to kill me because I have my arm wrapped around you,” he whispers and huffs when you gently push him away from you.

“He can’t be. He’s with the pretty girl over there,” you point at the woman before looking back at Dayton who’s wearing a frown on his face. 

“I know that woman… She works with the cops. Probably spying on your man ‘cause he used to be a prisoner or something.”

“Well, that’s none of my business,” you only shrug before sipping on your cola.

“You still like him,” Dayton states out of nowhere.

You only frown at him before looking down at the table. You’ll always like Clyde but Clyde didn’t want you to like him. He wanted you gone in his life. He wanted you away so why does it matter if you like him?

“Hell, you probably even love the guy with how you look at him with your puppy eyes. Not to mention that project you finished a few weeks ago. Damn, who does that shit for someone they don’t love? You’re obviously in—”

------

Clyde viewed himself as a patient man, but he never found himself getting antsy until he saw her, his girl, being touched by Dayton White the way only he can. 

Clyde was fuming.

The moment that Dayton leaned towards his girl, he was ready to throw hands. His girl pushed the guy away though.

His good girl.

He always knew she’d be a good girl. Deep inside, he wished that she’d finally be his good girl.

Then he watched as Dayton mouthed a bunch of words to his girl until she clamped her small hand over Dayton’s mouth.

Somehow, her touching Dayton had a different effect on him and it was enough to make his anger finally spillover.

He reached up the cabinets and took the big bell that he only uses when some drunk bastards wouldn’t leave even at the dawn of day.

Glancing a last look towards his girl who still has her hand over Dayton’s mouth, he clenched the bell before banging it on the bar and shaking it, producing a series of groans from the people around him. He also managed to get his girl’s attention, the only attention he wanted.

“Alright, the bar’s closed. Get out!”

A series of whines followed but they still complied, muttering a bunch of sentences under their breath before moving towards the entrance door and leaving the scene. At the back of the crowd, his girl and Dayton were walking slowly, whispering to each other. Clyde was more than happy to cut their conversation off by calling her name.

He didn’t like how her body stiffened and was only able to look at him when Dayton made her, his hands on her smaller frame.

“Can I talk to you?” He ignored the bitterness he felt for the man holding his girl.

He decided that she’s his now. Not Dayton’s. Not anyone else’s.

She’s his girl.

“Okay,” was her small and meek reply.

“I’m not staying so you better make things up with your lover boy,” Clyde definitely missed Dayton’s words, too focused on the way he’s leaning over his girl’s face again.

She was about to push Dayton away from her but Clyde stopped her from even grazing her hand on the NASCAR man again. He didn’t want her touching anyone else but him.

When Dayton was out the door, he effortlessly yet carefully guided her back behind the bar, her back against the bar while he stood tall over her, pressing against her front.

“I’m sorry,” were the first words she said.

“I’m not supposed to be here,” she explains, yet she only managed to confuse Clyde.

“I’m not supposed to be near you,” she whimpers her words out, her head falling down to hide her face from him.

He doesn’t let her though.

He uses his real hand to tilt her head up by her chin before forcing his face to relax for the sake of his girl.

“Who told you that?” 

“You did!”

Clyde frowned at that. He never told her anything like that.

“I-I know you hate me like others do… I know—”

He couldn’t bear to hear her destructive words anymore. Not those ugly words coming out of her pretty lips.

So he stops them with his own.

He finally does what he’s always wanted to do and kisses her. The squeak releasing out of her mouth and into his own only fueled his eagerness and he uses his tongue to explore the inside of her mouth.

Feeling her against his body easily made him calm down but at the same time, it excited every single part of his body. He could almost feel the curse lifting up again and it’s all because of his girl who’s currently breathing heavily against his lips.

He pulls his face away from hers before caressing her cheeks as gently as possible. 

“You’re mine,” He grits out before kissing her again, this time, harder.

He remembers the way Dayton was with her and he couldn’t help but think if Dayton’s been with his girl ever since he left her. The thought of another man being with his girl easily made him furious and territorial.

She’s his girl and if she doesn’t understand that, he’ll make her.

He bites her bottom lip, earning a tiny cry from her but when he runs his tongue across her bottom lip as a form of comfort, she mewls. 

And that did it for Clyde.

He palms her breasts with his real and fake hands before ripping the upper half of her dress off so he could easily rip her bra off and play with her tits. The way she’s so small against him and under his hands only makes him more eager. Eager to break her apart but mend her right back after.

He wanted to see her fall apart under his touch.

He hastily pulls away from her, observing her debauched look before smiling at the thought of her being even more debauched after he’s done with her.

He reaches down towards the hem of her dress and hikes it up until it’s bunched around her waist and her adorable pink undies are winking at him cheekily. He leans forward, slightly crouching down to kiss the insides of her thighs and then her cotton-covered mound.

“C-Clyde?”

“You don't gotta say anything right now, darling,” he presses another soft kiss between her thighs before hooking his fingers on the side of her panties and slowly pulling it down, revealing her to him.

He smiles at her glistening folds, carefully spreading her lips apart and leaning in to lick a quick strip up her slit and towards her cute bud. Her thighs quiver on the sides of his head and he only smiled against her core before giving her another lick, and another, and another.

He only let her go when her small hands started pawing his shoulders softly.

“Nobody’s ever done this for you, darling?”

She shakes her head.

“Not even Dayton?” He finds himself growling at the name but breathes out in relief when she shakes her head once more.

His hand rubs her thighs and his real hand covers her mound completely before his fingers start playing with her slit, gliding up to start rubbing her pert bud.

“He never touched you like I’m touching you now? Nobody ever did, right?”

She shakes her head again, whimpering when he pinches her clit so suddenly. 

“J-Just you!” She squeals when he starts rubbing again, faster this time.

“You gonna cum for me, darling?” He could tell she was a bit confused with his words, his innocent sweet girl.

He stops just before she gets to cum, pulling his fingers away and earning a loud whine from her only to yelp in surprise when he suddenly dives down, his mouth clutching on her mound, tongue swirling around her bud while his finger starts playing with her slit.

The moment he inserts a finger, poking at the certain spongy spot inside her, she finally cums against his mouth, juices spilling over his chin and soaking his beard and mustache.

He wastes no time in crawling back towards her face and pressing another kiss on her mouth, her returning the same energy into the kiss, all the while he tries to pull his pants down along with his boxers.

Pulling away from her, he smiles at the way she eagerly leans forward to capture his lips again but he only carefully pushes her down until her back is laying flatly on the bar.

He watches as his cock easily looks huge beside her cunt, throbbing in eagerness to be inside her. He notes the frightened yet curious look on her face as he rubs his hard member between her folds, easily lubing himself up for her.

When he decides he’s lubed up enough, he positions himself just in front of her entrance before looking at her nervous face.

He reaches a hand towards her face, caressing her cheek as he enters slowly, watching as her face remains stiff and steady. He pauses when a barrier stops his cock from entering more. He wasn’t even halfway in. He lets out a breath before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss on her forehead. He then hovers his lips over her own, muttering a quick apology before pushing his cock deeper, breaking the barrier and earning a scream from her which he immediately swallows with his lips as he presses his against hers.

After a long pause with him waiting for her to get used to his size, he pushes himself even deeper until her cunt is finally sucking his full length, her walls gripping him so tightly that it makes him weak and close to reaching his release.

But he held on, eager to have her cum before him. Eager to make her first time memorable. 

He pulled back until the tip was resting just by the entrance before plunging himself to the hilt in one swift motion.

He shushes her when she starts whimpering against his chest, her arms wrapping around his neck for support as he starts pistoling in and out of her tight cunt.

“Feel so damn good!” He cries when she suddenly clenched around him. He curses when he feels his balls tightening before pulling himself completely out of her, sharing a groan at the loss of contact with her. He starts playing with her clit while positioning his cock back to her entrance with his metal hand before slamming back in, being careful with thrusting so he wouldn’t cum before her.

When her walls started pulsing around him and clenching him even tighter, he slams his eyes shut while he rubs at her clit faster than before, urging her to cum and when she does, she does with a cute shout while her body convulses in ecstasy.

He wraps both his hands around her before pulling her up so she was clinging onto his standing form while her body continued to twitch.

While coming down from her high, he starts bouncing her on his still throbbing cock, the position allowing him to go deeper inside her. He groans at her warmth and she whimpers against his neck as he hits her cervix with his fat girth.

He continues bouncing her on his cock while she continues to shake, his thrusts prolonging her orgasm.

When he feels himself close, he places her back on the bar before pulling out and jerking his cock off until he’s spurting ropes of cum on her cunt, the white sticky liquid mixed with her blood, reminding him of being the one to take her first. He plans on being her last as well.

He groans in pleasure as the last ropes of his cum fall on her skin. He looks at her face then back to her abused cunt before reaching for a napkin under the bar and carefully cleaning the blood and their cum off of her.

After cleaning her and then himself up, he admires her now completely debauched expression before realizing that he destroyed the upper half of her dress. He curses before unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off, leaving himself in a plain black shirt. He fixes his pants next.

He helps his girl up before covering her with his shirt, tying it on the front instead of buttoning it, the remainder of her dress acting as a skirt.

He admires the way his shirt swallows her frame before taking a bottle of water from the fridge and plucking out a straw from the dispenser and holding it by her mouth, urging her to drink.

She easily obeys and takes a sip of water. After a while, he hands her the bottle which she eagerly took before silently squealing when he attached her body back to his. He wraps her calves around his torso while he lets her wrap her arms around his neck, the bottle of water pressing against his back as she rests her chin on his shoulder, slurping at the straw every now and then.

“Let’s take my sweet girl home, okay?”

He only gets a hum in return.

As he is getting out of the bar and sending a quick text to Mellie to lock the bar up, he comes across Earl who’s stumbling up the steps of the bar.

“Hey Earl”

“Hey Clyde…” he watches as Earl scans his girl that was clinging onto him. Earl walks around him to look at his girl.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” 

“Yeah,” his girl answers politely and he smiles at her shy voice.

Earl hums in reply before letting himself fall on the bench. Clyde was about to walk towards the car when Earl shouted at him.

“You better take good care of that sweet girl, Clyde!”

Clyde smiles before letting out a chuckle which made his girl whine against his hold. He runs a hand down her back to ease her and she hummed in appreciation before slumping against his body once more.

“That has always been my plan,” he answers quietly before helping his girl inside the car and fixing her seatbelt for her. 

He gets in the car himself and starts driving towards her house.

Clyde cleans his girl up with a wet cloth before putting her back in his shirt, this time, buttoning it so it acted as a dress for her. After cleaning her up, he places her on the bed before getting in beside her, wrapping an arm around her, smiling when she snuggles closer to him.

He’s finally going in the right direction with her.

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Clyde woke up early so he had time to admire his girl as she peacefully slept in his arms. Getting out of bed was hard because he didn’t want to leave her but he wanted to make her breakfast so he got out of bed.

 After setting the breakfast on the table, he noticed how the place was a bit messy so he decided to clean a bit before finally waking her up if she wasn’t yet. 

As he got to work on her work table, he saw an artificial arm that had wires sticking out here and there. He saw a card just beside it and his heart lurched at his name on it with his girl’s penmanship.

“C-Clyde?” He jerked in surprise at her form by the doorway, knuckles rubbing the sleep away from her eyes as his shirt continued to swallow her form. 

“Did I wake you?” 

“N-no… I just woke up. I had to make sure…”

“Make sure of what, darling?” He frowned.

“That you weren’t gone again,” the smallness of her voice that usually made him soft was making him hurt right now.

“Oh, darling,” he left the table and ran towards her before enveloping her in a hug, sighing in relief when she returned the hug.

“I’m never gonna leave again. I made a mistake,” he started, kneeling in front of her and wiping at the tears that started to fall down her face.

“I thought I was protecting you by distancing myself away from you. I was about to do something really terrible and I didn’t want you to be a part of it. I didn’t… I don’t hate you, sweet girl,” he kisses her nose, earning a small giggle from her. 

Her smile disappears only to be replaced by a frown.

“I-Is that why you got put in prison?” 

“Yes.”

“The woman at the bar works with the cops…” she mumbled, the information making him frown.

“Where’d ya get that information?”

“Dayton… He said that the woman questioned him a few months back.”

The name made him forget about the female cop. She didn’t matter anymore. She was trifling.

“And what about Dayton, huh?” He finds his hold on her tightening slightly.

“What about him?”

“He tryna be with you or somethin’?” His jaw clenches at the idea before he relaxes at his girl eagerly shaking her head ‘no’.

“Just a friend…” 

“He’s a good friend,” she added, absentmindedly jabbing a knife to Clyde’s heart.

“I’m sorry, darling. I really am.”

“Just… don’t do that again, okay? Friends don’t hurt each other…” She pouts.

“I’ve no intention of being your friend anymore, darling.”

“W-what?” She stutters, tears starting to fall down her face again. 

His girl is a cry baby but he didn’t find any problem with it. He actually finds it really adorable.

“I wanna be more than that. I wanna be your partner. Your husband in the future, if you’ll have me.”

“C-Clyde…” his girl’s eyes widened in awe and he smiled at her expression, softly brushing her tears away.

“You don’t gotta answer right away, darling. Just… Just know that you’re mine, alright?” 

She nods before hugging him again.

“Y-you’re mine too, right?” Her shy voice reaches his ears.

He pulls back from the hug to watch her face. He presses a kiss on her lips before pulling back and smiling once more.

“I’ve always been yours, darling.”

She grins, her smile from before finally coming back and he feels his heart swelling in pride. 

He’s finally doing things right.

“You made this for me?” He points at her work table when she pulls away from him.

“You made me a prosthetic hand?” He grinned.

“It-It’s not a prosthetic. It’s a bionic hand!” She cheers, picking the hand up and waving it at him.

“It’ll need to be put on you, the wires will act as sensors, and—” she stops talking, looking down shyly before putting the hand back on the table.

“It’s going to be a little complicated but you’ll be able to control the fingers…” She explained quietly before squealing when he picks her up and twirls her around as he presses countless kisses on her face.

“I love you so much, darling. You ain’t gotta say it back but I just wanted you to know.” He puts her down on her feet. She stares back up at him with a shy smile.

“I love you too, Clyde,” she goes on her tiptoes to press a quick kiss on his lips but he wraps his hand on her back to make her stay in that position.

The kiss lasted for a while but for Clyde, it felt like an eternity. At least he wanted it to be. 

He was happy to be with her and he was happy that she was in his arms.

He’s finally making things better.

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a/n: thanks for hopping on this long ride :’)

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[steveng-rogers]

Dandy’s pie

Pairings: Dayton x Andy, Dayton White x Andy Barber

Summary: Dayton bakes his new neighbor a pie then said neighbor thanks him in an unexpected way. 

Words count: 1,378

Warning: explicit. 18+ smut. Food play. Authority kink, slight degrading kink. Oral sex. 

A/N: This is for kinktober and a few friends *villainous laugh*

Dayton was sipping on his tea when he first saw his new neighbor. The tall and mysterious man moved in when the sun barely made its way to split the sky. 

His eyes follow the curve of the man’s wide back, hidden underneath his dark grey coat. It was still dark, he can barely make out his feature. 

Before the man came back to get the rest of his boxes, he turns on his porch light and walks out. Dayton almost chokes on his tea when almost immediately his eyes met with the man he’s been staring at. He is drop-dead handsome and instead of ignoring him the man gave him a small smile and continued on with his task. 

Days passed and with his racing schedule, Dayton thought he would barely see his new neighbor, let alone strike up a conversation. But to his surprise, this man comes home late just like him. He learns that he works well into the night and the next morning. 

Dayton sometimes would catch him when he leaves for work. He always nods politely at Dayton and smiles at him after saying, “Neighbor.” 

He wants more than that. He wants to know more about this handsome neighbor who is probably a vampire because he seems to never sleep. Call him crazy, but he would let the man bite him and drain him of his blood to just get a feel of skin against his. 

One thing he learns about him is that some Sundays, he would get something sweet delivers on his doorstep. Dayton has seen him eating the sweets straight out of the box. Sometimes pie, sometimes donuts and croissants. 

So now Dayton has his best friend ma’s pie recipe on his kitchen island. His best friend said this is the best blueberry pie he would ever taste. He hopes this pie would lead him to the man’s doorstep and inside his house.. And his bedroom. 

Dayton labors on for hours to make the pie. When he was done, his house smells of blueberry pie and tea. It was a warm smell and it made him even more excited. 

After he cleans himself up, Dayton walks up to the man’s door and knocks it softly. He hears footsteps and a voice getting closer and closer. Then when the door was open, there he is. His handsome neighbor, with grey sweatpants and a dark blue sweater on rolled to reveal his forearms. 

Dayton was suddenly nervous and there’s no words coming out of his mouth. The man hangs up the phone and smiles at Dayton. “Hey there.” 

“H-hi.. I made you a pie.” Dayton extends his pie towards the man and he takes it. “That’s sweet of you, thank you. What kind of pie is it?” 

“It’s blueberry.” 

“My favorite kind.” 

Dayton grins because he too loves blueberry. “Mine too.”

“Would you like to come in and enjoy this with me?” The man offers and Dayton could totally play hard to get and say no. But his dark blue eyes are inviting and that smile of his promised more than just a conversation. 

As the door closes and the man walks over to the kitchen to place the pie down, Dayton just follows him. “I don’t think I ever learn your name neighbor.” 

“I’m Dayton and you are…?”

“Names Andy.” 

Andy. That’s a really nice name. Nice enough for him to scream and moan to..

“Dayton I asked you a question.” 

“What? I mean yes.” Andy chuckles softly and repeats his question. “I asked you, coffee or tea?” 

“I’ll have whatever you have, Andy.” 

The feelings are mutual, Andy likes the name Dayton. He also likes the way Dayton said his name like he holds some authority over this young man. Power trip or kink, Andy likes it and he’s already planning to somehow make Dayton moan with his name at the end. What a sound that would be. 

They chat over mundane stuff. 

Dayton can’t help but check the man out and Andy doesn’t seem to mind. Turns out Andy has some tattoos under that sweatshirt. Dayton’s mouth waters at the thought of said tattoos laid bare for him to- 

Before he could finish his fantasy, Andy steps closer towards him. He ducks his head down and eats the pie from Dayton’s spoon. Was he… flirting? He maintains eye contact as he licks his lips. Dayton’s eyes flicker down to watch his lips glisten in the morning light. 

“Dayton, honey open your mouth.” It wasn’t a question and Dayton just does it. Andy cradle Dayton’s jaw. His thumb sweeps over his lips and then he slowly slide his thumb inside his mouth. 

Dayton closed his mouth around his thumb and he can taste a hint of blueberry there. He moans softly and Andy knows he got him wrapped around his fingers. He slides his thumb out and bites it as Dayton watches him closely. 

“Kneel.” 

Every fiber of Dayton’s being hums with excitement as he gets down on his knees for Andy. His eye level with the bulge underneath the grey fabric and his mouth suddenly feels hollow. Like he needs it stuffed. 

“What’s wrong honey? Do you need something inside that sweet mouth? A reward for making me this pie?” Andy’s fingers thread through Dayton’s hair and he pulls it, forcing him to look up at him. A moan of his name left Dayton’s mouth. 

“Tell me what you want Dayton. You’re a big boy, use your words.” Andy said sweetly, but his tone was degrading. Dayton can feel his blood rushes south to his dick from that. 

“I want your cock, Andy. I want you to fuck my mouth with it.” Dayton can feel the heat on his face getting more and more intense as he hears himself saying these words to the man above. 

“You’re a sweet one Day, but that mouth is so fucking dirty. We better stuff it full with my cock.” Andy pulls his sweats down and without any briefs to cover it, his cock bounced free. 

Dayton swallows thickly. It was big, holy shit it was big. Andy’s cock is red and angry, with its veins popping on the side, precum drips from the top too.

Dayton looks up and slowly licks the tip, his hand wrapping itself at the base. Andy watches, keeping his composure and letting Dayton go at his own pace. Dayton opens his mouth and slowly takes him in. 

Andy is still eating his pie as Dayton slowly sucks his cock. His breathing change just a little and Dayton didn’t expect him to be this calm. “That’s a good boy, deeper honey. Let me feel the back of that throat.”

Dayton huffs a breath as he takes a second to breathe. He looks annoyed because he didn’t expect Andy’s reaction or lack thereof. But Dayton loves a challenge. So then, he takes Andy’s cock inside his mouth once more until the tip is pressed against the back of his throat. 

Dayton moans and grips Andy’s thighs. 

“Shit.” Andy let out a harsh breath, dropping the spoon on the floor. Dayton moans again as he moves his head oh so slowly, to tease him. It works because Andy’s face is now red. His eyes were closed shut. His mouth parted as grunts and moans of Dayton’s name escapes from it. 

Dayton thought he was in control until Andy grabs the side of his head and starts fucking into his mouth. Dayton moans loudly and it sends both of their arousals through the roof. 

Andy watches the way his cock disappears into Dayton’s warm mouth and how the younger man takes it with tears in the corner of his eyes, it made his head swim. “Fuck Dayton, fuck fuck-” Andy thrusts his hips forward one last time and spills his cum inside Dayton’s mouth. 

Andy slumps back against the kitchen island and looks down at Dayton. The younger man licks his lips after swallowing all of Andy. 

Andy feels more rush of arousal at the sight. He pulls Dayton up to his feet and kisses his lips hard, parting Dayton’s lips and immediately sliding his tongue inside. Dayton moans, muffled by Andy’s lips. 

“Fuck me, Andy.” 

“Thought you’d never ask, neighbor.”

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[fightmewiatch]

A Note

Pairing: Dayton White (Logan Lucky) x Reader Prompt: “You could have at least left a note. We were worried about you.”

        After the crash, you found yourself worrying more than probably necessary about Dayton. You asked him not to race, at least not for the shit Max – you begged him to find a different sponsor, hell, you offered to find one for him. But Dayton didn’t mind as much you were worried he would. He was terrified in the moment, in the moments that followed, and the last thing he wanted to do was get behind the wheel on the track, at least for Max.

           So when you came downstairs a few weeks following the crash, only to find the house empty and no sign of Dayton, you may have panicked. Before you knew it, you were on the phone with everyone. You had tried him first – you always tried him first – but when it went to voicemail, you found yourself calling his trainer, his cook, his yoga instructor – anyone he might have spoken to that morning. After nearly two hours of trying to find out where he went, you heard the familiar roar of the engine, and tossed your phone onto the counter, racing towards the door.

           You felt a small wave of relief wash over you at the sight of him flicking his yellow Lamborghini into park, before it was replaced with the rush of frustration.

“Dayton White!” He looked up as he climbed out of the car, and grinned at the sight of you through his sunglasses. You’d seen that smile for years, knew his eyes were crinkling behind those frames, but no matter how many times that smile made you feel better, right now, you were so frustrated with him, you couldn’t even bring yourself to smile back.

“Hey, baby! I ran t’town, thought you’d still be asleep before I got back. Swung by the farmer’s market – they had those grapes you love! Thought you’d like some for your smoothie this mornin’.”

           That made you stumble, just a little, your heart swelling at the fact that whatever he did that morning, he’d done it for you.

Dayton pushed his door shut, grabbing a couple of bags from the back, before rounding the trunk, and slipping close to you in the shade from the house. Once the sun wasn’t in his eyes, you could pinpoint the moment he realized you weren’t happy.

“…what’s goin’ on?”

“I’ve been trying to reach you for two hours, Day…why didn’t you call me?” Confused, he stuffed his hand into his pocket, leading you into the house as he pulled out his phone.

“Ah, what the fuck?” He turned, holding it out so you could see the dark screen. “Damn charger musta died. Had it on there all night.” You sighed softly, pulling the door closed, before his hand slipped around your waist, drawing you close. “Baby, I’m sorry. I really thought you’d still be sleepin’,” he murmured, kissing your cheek. You took the bag from his other hand, shaking your head as you started down the hall.

“You could have at least left a note. We were worried about you.” Dayton sighed as he followed you, wrapping his arms around you as you put the bags on the counter.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He ducked his head, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, before pausing, and tipping his head. “We?”

           Blushing, you shrugged, and nodded, reaching down to cover his hands with yours.

“We who?” Quietly, you curled your fingers around his hands, guiding them from your hips to your lower abdomen, pulling your lip between your teeth as you waited. It felt like an age before he even so much as breathed, as his fingers flexed against your stomach before he turned you to face him. “Really?”

“I found out after the crash…I was trying to figure out the best time to tell you.” With that, Dayton’s confused look shifted into unmitigated joy, his face lighting up as much as it had the first time you told him you loved him. The giggle burst from your chest as he held you flush against him, as he covered your face in kisses.

“That’s fantastic!” After hugging you tightly, careful of your stomach, he pulled back, and cupped your face, wide-eyed. “I swear on it all, baby, I won’t make you worry. Can’t stress you out now, gotta keep you calm.” You laughed, tugging at his shirt so he leaned in, your lips brushing against his cheek.

“I don’t want you babyin’ me, Day…just leave a note.” He pressed his lips to yours, firm and loving, before he pulled back, resting his forehead against your own.

“I promise.”

[georgiapeach30513]

Got A Secret, Part 4

Summary:  Doug is about tired of you, and you learn of Dayton’s new director.

Pairings:  Dayton White X Reader, Nick Vaughan X Reader

Rating:  mild

Warnings:  language, mentions of cheating, implied sex, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.9K

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Dayton looks over your body, half of it on full display, minus the top of your butt crack down. You were adorable with your face squished into his pillow, sleeping soundly. He walks a cup of coffee over to the bedside table, and wanders back into the living room. There was another meeting today, and while he should wake you up, you looked peaceful. You were not used to constantly being on like he was.

He takes a sip from his own mug, waiting for his ever prompt team to burst through the door without knocking while he watches his back yard. It was pretty minus the security fence around the property. Remembering times when he didn’t have to be so secluded from the word. When people weren’t trying to get a glimpse of his everyday life. He didn’t know how to get back to that time.

Doug and Ray walk directly into the living room, eyes moving around, and even Ray steps into the kitchen. Preparing his own cup of coffee while simultaneously looking for you, “We’re missing a very integral part of this operation. Did you already piss her off again?”

“No,” Dayton slurps on his coffee looking at the men, “She’s sleeping. Let her sleep,” Doug gives him an odd look before walking down the hallway towards your room. Opening the door, and then laughs at Dayton.

“What?”

“Well, that didn’t take long, did it? She’s just like every other girl. Ready to jump on your cock. I mean, we’ve all seen the leak. You’re quite impressive. But the fact that you’re able to get them to actually fall for you is the real mystery. They’re with you for a few weeks and realize that your cock is about the only thing you have to offer. You’re not your characters.”

Ray clears his throat as you walk out of Dayton’s bedroom, a bit more disheveled than you usually were. But dressed, and holding your mug close to your mouth. “Doug, you’re very much aware that I don’t like you, right?”

“Dayton doesn’t pay me to be liked. He pays me to make sure the media is in his favor. Just remember the image you see is perfectly curated for general audiences. That young girl, we hid his indiscretions with her by using you. Much more age appropriate and easier for the public to stomach. Don’t act like you’re special here,” it was almost as if Doug didn’t care about his client. Just cared if his client was making money so he could be paid.

“I actually know Dayton behind the scenes. I’ve seen the real him.”

“He shows you what he wants you to see,” you raise a hand to him, ready to slap his pompous cheek, but Doug catches it. “You’re just like the rest. But you’re getting to live here. Getting the private jets, the engagement rumors have already been put out with confirmation from an anonymous source. Don’t get attached to an actor,” a maniacal laughter exits his mouth, and you’re even more disgusted. Trying to pull your arm away from him.

“Now, we need to discuss your next outing,” changing the subject, he drops your hand and marches to the table. Grabbing up a bag, and pulling out his laptop. “We’ve got to sell this relationship.”

“It’s sold,” annoyed, you sit down at the furthest seat from him. Hoping that Dayton would eventually speak up on your behalf, or even his own. But instead he sits there ready for Doug’s plan, like a good obedient client.

“Why are you trying to sell something so bad? It’s like this constant filtering of proof we’re together. There’s been no organic sightings, just your paid photographer who flips through the pictures and sells the best ones. It’s an old trick that needs to stop. You continue down this route it’s just going to look like a forced relationship you’re using to bury something else. Oh, you are, aren't you?”

Ray looks over at you with a big smile. Bouncing his legs up and down, “See, I told you, Doug. The fan base is getting tired of these PR stunts. And it’s just too quick. You want them to believe that Dayton has had a secret relationship for…what’s the damn timeline again? It keeps changing and I can’t keep up. You’ve got your sources going to too many outlets, and even they can’t keep the story straight.”

“Because concrete answers lead to mistakes. If we keep changing this timeline, there’s nothing to argue about the relationship because no one knows for certain. We also haven’t confirmed anything officially. We keep official statements away until this contract is up,” you dramatically roll your eyes because he was completely clueless. It was his job to sell something and he was failing. “What would you suggest then shooting Star?”

“If you want to sell this, social media posts are a direct link from Dayton, myself, and the fans. It can be in a neutral location. But a candid photo of us together, cuddled up, or in the background of someone else’s photo. You’re trying too hard for something that should be simple. And the timeline is confusing. You want to convince people it’s real or made up?”

“Off and on for a year and half,” Dayton says quietly, and everyone turns to look at him. “That picture, the first one. It dates back to the Oscars over a year ago. Fans clocked the suit immediately. That picture has done better than these pap walks. She’s not wrong. And that wasn’t even from an official source. You sent it to various blogs and fan accounts. That’s what sold the relationship. Not the painfully obvious force feeding you’re doing now. I start the movie tomorrow. Ray, you just be ready with your phone. Star, you come to set. It’s that easy. Now, are we done here?”

Doug taps his fingers on the table a moment before closing his computer. Making sure to glare over towards you. He knew you were right. Nobody looked at Dayton’s fandom as much as Doug’s team. The relationship was turning unbelievable quickly, and he was to blame.

“Fine, you two think you can sell this relationship? Prove it. There will be no official statement from either of you. It makes the breakup easier. You can slowly fade away into the background once again, Star. You can live your normal life.”

“Except I can’t. Unless it’s another Hollywood celebrity. No one will want to touch me. I’m only doing this because you set it in motion without my consent. Now, I’m trying to make sure I don’t look like a fool for being in a fake relationship with Dayton White.”

“Call time is four in the morning. Make sure you arrive on time,” you shake your head no, laughing at him. “Excuse me?”

“I’m not his makeup artist for this shoot, remember? I’ll arrive around lunch break and bring my boyfriend, possibly fiancé, some lunch instead of him eating from craft service.  Remember, Dougie, I’m doing you and your client a favor,” Doug hated that you were not as easy to manipulate as Dayton.  He was never particularly fond of you, but trying to control you was even worse.  You just wanted things your way.  He just hoped you wouldn’t screw up Dayton’s career, and by default his money.  He wouldn’t stand for it.

“I thought your new girlfriend was coming today?” Nick looks around the set looking for you.  “How did you two meet?”

“She is my makeup artist.  She’s actually on her way.  You sure you don’t mind her sitting in today?  She’s a bit of a perfectionist, and she didn’t do my makeup.  Knowing her, she’ll be dragging her kit in here, and ready for touch ups.”

“Sounds about right,” Nick answers nonchalantly, making himself a plate.  Dayton didn’t fully pay attention to the comment, and hungrily looks at the table of food, “You going to eat?”

“Uh, no.  She’s bringing me lunch,” Dayton suddenly gets a genuine smile, and he leaves Nick’s side immediately as he turns to walk towards you.  “I thought I told you not to bring that,” he complains, looking down at your makeup kit.

“I’m glad I did.  Dayton, they…your base is the wrong color.  Also the wrong formula.  You don’t wear oil based formulas.  Water based looks best on you, and more natural.  I can’t even see any of your natural freckles, people love that about you.  And it’s gunked up in your facial hair.  And…peach blush?  We’ve talked about this a bit of a red cream blush, under the foundation so it makes you look sunkissed.  I told you to tell them that.  What powder did they use?  And concealer?  It’s caking up on you, and…” you look behind Dayton as Nick gives you a little wave, and your mouth closes immediately.

“Dayton, why is Nick Vaughan here?”

“Ah, let me introduce you,” pulling your free hand he leads you over to Nick.  Nick looks at you bashfully, and licks his lips.  “Star, this is Nick, the new director, and Nick this is…”

“We’ve met,” he holds out his hand anyways, and you take it for a quick shake, but drop it too quickly.  “Interesting to see you dating Dayton.  I thought you didn’t like the Hollywood type?”

“Maybe it wasn’t just Hollywood that I didn’t like?  Maybe it was arrogant directors?”

“Oh, dear.  Nick, would you excuse us?” Dayton drags you away from Nick, leaving behind your kit.  It didn’t matter where you went, because Nick was still looking towards you smiling.  “I’m going to make this quick, because I’m starving, but…you and Nick?”

“This is why I have an open invitation on set because Nick is the director?  I can stay all day sitting beside him?  Son of a bitch.  Why didn’t you say anything?”

“What is going on?”

“Nick…he’s my ex fiancé.  Ugh,” you press your fingers into your eyes and try to collect your thoughts.  You thought you were never going to have to see Nick again, and here you were essentially being forced to be here, so that Ray could get some candid photos.  “Hug me.”

“What?”

“Hug me, comfort me,” Dayton grimaces as he wraps his arms around you, “Dayton, you have literally been inside of me, and this is the best you can do?  You’re a fucking actor.  Hug me.”

“What are we doing?” He was so confused.  He was slowly learning just to trust you in all of this because your instincts did actually make sense.  “Star?”

“Shh, so Nick and I broke up because he got his first big movie, and he got this giant big head.  The whole not dating Hollywood types isn’t completely untrue.  But it was mostly because he wasn’t the Nick that I fell in love with.  You know, it’s complicated, but you could have told me Nick was the new director.”

“I didn’t even know you were engaged.  You…was this public knowledge?” You shake your head quickly, and turn to look up at him.  Whispering ‘kiss me’ as you stare up at him.  His hand slides behind your head, and he pulls you in close for a sweet kiss.  Had you been a normal woman, you would have almost believed him.  The way he pulls back and rubs his thumb over your lips was a nice gentle touch, but you push that aside, because you were both acting.  Dayton couldn’t be capable of real emotions.

Ray steps up to you, letting Dayton know he had very little time to eat before they were back to working, and you hand him his lunch.  He preferred to eat in private, and you were left awkwardly standing around with Ray and Nick.  “I have a few phone calls to make,” Ray steps away from you.

“So, you actually are dating America’s sweetheart, huh?  To be honest, I saw all those headlines, and just assumed it was a tactic to cover up his barely legal taste in women.  Then again, Dayton has this weird ability to make people believe things.  You know he’s  cheated on you?”

“We weren’t exclusive.  You and me, we were.  I had a ring on my finger, and you had the taste for your leading lady.  You want to blame the breakup on just me not liking Hollywood, and I went along with it.  But let’s not pretend that you casted people based on who would give the best blowjob.  People in the circle talk, Nick.  I loved you.  And you disappointed me.  I have kept your secret of cheating because you asked me to not screw up your career.”

“So it is a fake relationship?” He laughs, shaking his head, “I knew it.  I know the look when you’re in love because…because I’ve seen it.  And I can’t ever get it back, can I?  You’re riding out this whatever it is with Dayton.  I guess you really were the problem.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” You demand.  Following him as he walks away and sits in his director’s chair.  “Nicky?”

“It was after I proposed that you started pulling away.  You’re scared of commitment.  That’s why the woman I know is in a fake relationship, a fake engagement.  Alienating everyone else around you.  It’s better to pretend than have something real, and work for it.  Things get serious, and you have a tendency to run away.  Why is that?”

“You forget, you cheated on me.”

“You weren’t the same after I proposed.  Each day you grew more distant.  I searched for attention in other people, and it was wrong.  I can admit that.  But throwing yourself into your new client, Dayton, and saying that you couldn’t be around, and maybe we should just wait on the marriage wasn’t an accident either.  Face it.  You were too scared that we wouldn’t work out, so I made the decision for you.  I should have just ended it, and that’s on me.  But I knew it would be easier for you to accept if you had someone to blame.  I took the fall for that.”

“Don’t act like you did me a favor, Nick.  You cheated.”

“Once, it was wrong.  You were already on the road, and you had texted me that we needed to talk.  You were breaking up with me, weren’t you?” Groaning, you nod your head.  Nick always had this weird ability to read you, and that’s what scared you.  He was far from perfect, but he was caring.  He was understanding, and he just always got you.

“I can’t do this right now.”

“No, you’ve got to smile for the cameras and make them believe that you’re really with Dayton.  You can live this fake fairytale narrative that you had in your head, and still have this heart of stone, pushing everyone out of your life because you don’t want to be vulnerable.”

“I have never said that Dayton and I are in a fake relationship.”

“You didn’t have to,” you wanted to hate Nick.  Wanted to not care about what he thought about you, but you did.  He was the closest thing that you ever came to letting go of your insecurities.  You had never allowed someone that close to you before, but then the engagement happened, and you realized how real it was, and how you didn’t want to hurt Nick in the long run when you would eventually leave him.

At one point you believed that Nick had loved you more than you ever loved him, until you found out about the ‘cheating’.  Then you convinced yourself that Nick had been lying all along, but now…you weren’t so sure.  You wanted things to be easy, but they never really were.  Maybe that’s why you were okay deep down with hiding behind this fake relationship.  You were getting the perks, without the feelings involved.  You didn’t have to be vulnerable because it was all fake anyways.

You look over at Nick, and he was still just as handsome as you remembered.  Still had this kind smile that made you melt, and want to giggle right along with him.  Nick’s romanticism terrified you.  He was too sweet, too caring, too understanding, and it felt stifling.  Like he was always smothering you with good intentions and a healthy relationship.  He was better off without you, just like you were better off without him.  The only problem was when you should have been paying attention to Dayton walking back on the set, you were still looking at Nick.

You didn’t see the slight fallen face of Dayton.  You hadn’t made that face when you were looking at him.  Even when Nick looks back at you smiling.  Giving his body a warmup shake, he pushes it aside.  It didn’t matter.  He had to work, and you were coming home with him.  You would be in his bed again tonight, no doubt, and you would be gripping onto his back and screaming his name.  At least he had a live in sexdoll, and that’s exactly what he had to tell himself.  Because he had to focus, and he didn’t like Nick looking at you.  He wouldn’t be eating alone anymore.  He would be staying with you whenever you were on set.  You got too comfortable with Nick, and there was more to your breakup than you had told him.

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The Jacket

(Drabble)

Pairing: Dayton White x (cis/trans)Female!reader (from Logan Lucky)

Words: 700+

Type: Fluff.

Warnings: Implied (not actual) smut, couple of bad words.

Summary: Netflix and chill turns out to be exactly what it is.

A/N: This is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club ’s Spring Ahead prompt requested by @book-dragon-13 . Hope you like it!

A movie was on. You didn’t pay attention. He was warm. But strangling him was your intention.

You and Dayton sat snuggly on the couch watching whatever was on, a blanket covering you both. You were seething. At himself or your own, you didn’t know.

Having great expectations for the night when Dayton called you over for Netflix and chill, you were dolled up for him from head to toe in the slutiest outfit you could own. You were sure that there won’t be Netflix for more than a handful of minutes, and there definitely won’t be any chill afterwards. So in a pair of shorts barely past your hips and a top with neckline deep past your very sexy cleavage, you showed up at his place.

However, it turned out to be exactly what you hadn’t expected; only Netflix, and a bit too much of chill for your liking.

When you had tried to palm him through his sweats, he grabbed your hand and didn’t let you continue any further. Looking at your outfit, he put two and two together a little late. He apologized and told you he couldn’t get involved in anything frisky because he had followed a diet plan diligently and needed to eat and burn calories strictly adhering to it, and he had already burned up enough calories for the day. You offered that only you’d do the work and he’d just have to lay down, but he refused.

A bit ashamed and and hurt, you let him be. You respected his wishes, of course. But you wanted to experience some action in real life rather than watching it on the television.

You loved Dayton, and you knew he loved you too. You knew what you were getting yourself into when starting a relationship with this health freak. You always supported him. You weren’t with him for his body, but man were you horny that night. And getting kind of rejected when horny would leave anyone in a bottomless pit of misery. You weren’t not susceptible to it.

After calming down your emotions and your libido, you supported him here too. You knew it was important to him, and so it was important to you.

Because you loved him.

After the movie got over, you knew you had to leave pretty soon, because again, his plan needed him to follow a timely routine, which included an early bedtime so that he could wake up early for doing yoga under the first rays of the sun.

You booked a cab and waited for it to arrive. You were wrapped up in the blanket as it was quite cold, and the amount of skin you showcased left you shivering otherwise.

Dayton gave you his jacket. He was still sorry and didn’t want you to catch a cold. But mainly, he didn’t want the cab driver to look at you like this.

You looked downright sinful in his eyes. Your hips accentuated by the shorts, those amazing legs and thighs; your body in general, had everything breathtaking about it. And don’t get him started at your chest, where he wanted nothing more than to bury his head. But he had to control, and so he did.

Yet, his heart started thumping wildly in his chest when he looked at you in his jacket, which nearly engulfed your frame in it. You hadn’t zipped it up and your cleavage was highlighted, making it look like you had nothing on beneath the jacket. Since the jacket also nearly covered your shorts, it didn’t help the speculation.

That sight, it did something to him. Actually, it did many things to him. He couldn’t control any further. Immediately, he strode over to you and kissed you harshly, pushing you up against the wall and his tongue inside you as you let out a gasp. You didn’t expect it, but returned the kiss with fervor

Without any warning, he lifted you by your hips, leaving you no choose but to wrap your legs around him. He carried you over to his bed without breaking a sweat.

Laying you down and himself atop you, he said, “Please stay the night.” His voice sounded raspy, and you loved it.

“Your diet plan?” You huffed, his kissing having left you panting.

Pupils dilated and eyes looking at you with a lustful gaze, he nipped your ear, “Fuck it, cause I wanna fuck you, baby girl. Made my cock so hard, not gonna let you leave my bed.”

Oh, as if you wanted to leave.

True to his word, neither did he let the bed, nor did he let you leave for a long, long time.

~~~

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Trick or Treat! It's Chloe's Halloween Party!! 🎃🍬🦇

what?

a drabble event much like my earlier tea parties, but this time with a halloween theme to celebrate my favorite holiday!! during this time i will not be accepting any new requests for full length fics please 💕

when?

now - november 2!

how?

simply send in a character and a situation/prompt and i’ll write a 100-300 word blurb! i’ve included a list of characters i’ll write for below!!

who?

marvel: steve r. (pre or post serum), bucky, stucky, peter p., loki, thor, rocket, groot, mantis, nebula stranger things: eddie, steve h., robin chris evans: lloyd hansen, ransom drysdale sebastian stan: lee bodecker, dayton white

additionally, if you would like a character that’s not listed here, let me know! remember, i only write cg!character x little!reader!! SFW REQUESTS ONLY!!!

[helloswishbarnes]

i always imagine destroyer!chris is the type who will toy with your heart. that he wants nothing but sex from you. like, let's forget about that he is an undercover cop. let's say he is one of the gang or the leader of a gang that makes him powerful and all girls are ready to spread their legs for him. but out of them all, you are his favourite because of how you always do whatever he wants. he never willing to share you and strictly want you to only let him to fuck you. you give him what he needs. you obey him. you love him and he knows it. and you know very well that he never loves you. he knows if he asks anything you'll give him as that is the only way to keep him with you until one day you had enough and decided to leave. and it was all too late when he realized that he, in fact loves you too.

if anyone willing to write this as a one shot or series. please do because i'm sucks at writing as english is not my first language. 😭

sorry for my grammar mistake. but here, enjoy the song that reminds me of destroyer!chris.

[jewels2876]

Sebastian Stan & His Characters Masterlist

Sebastian Stan 

One Shots

I Like Your Style - Afterglow (sequel)

Movie Night  -  Movie Night - Part 2*

Running Late  Surprise  True Colors  Romantic Getaway ^

Next Time ^  Tied With A Bow  

Only A Month

Make Me A Match - Stunning - Save A Horse - Facetime Confessions

Not So Secret - Five Minutes Longer - Sunday Morning - All the IG Love

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Chris Beck Masterlist

Jefferson (Once Upon A Time) Masterlist

Dayton White Masterlist

CHASE COLLINS

Hey Asshole  Mercurial Passions  This or That?  I Put A Spell On You

DESTROYER!CHRIS

Sinners

CLAY APPUZZO

The Search Is Over

HBC Theme Days

6/1/2020 to 6/7/2020 - Week of Kinks

Unstoppable - Lance Tucker - HBC Song Week Entry

To Make You Feel My Love - HBC Meet Cute

Melt My Heart - HBC Week of Love - Hal Carter

Back to You - HBC Week of Love - Scott Huffman

I Know… - HBC Freaky Friday Drabbles - Scott Huffman, Chris Beck, Bucky Barnes

Three to Get Ready - HBC Drunk Drabble w/Spring Ahead - Lance

Take Me Out - HBC Drunk Drabble w/Spring Ahead - Hal

Moodboard - Music - HBC 24 Hour Surprise Drabble Challenge

Game Day 8/28/2020

[glassbxttless]

Hi! I have just a few writing rules now that I am becoming more comfortable and confident in myself as a writer. Please before requesting, read this page thoroughly! Keep things kind and respectful when you enter my space! I really do appreciate it.

( CHARACTERS I WRITE )

I’ve retired a lot of old characters many of my followers have loved— and while I loved writing them when I did, having so many of them to work with caused overwhelming feelings and burnout rather quickly. I’ve whittled my list down to characters I really enjoy writing! I’ve added others too!

these lists are subject to change at any time when I personally feel the need to change them!

My Adam Driver Character List includes:

Paterson

Commander Mills

Maurizio Gucci

Matt (The Radar Technician) Solo

Jack Gladney

My Joseph Quinn Character List includes:

Eddie Munson

My Joe Keery Character List includes:

Steve Harrington

Kurt Kunkle

My Sebastian Stan Character List includes:

Bucky Barnes

Dayton White

Steve/Brendon

My Scream Franchise Character List Includes:

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

( THINGS TO AVOID )

please avoid themes centered around guns, gun violence, or gun play.

please avoid requesting themes that include alcohol consumption.

please avoid requesting a character to be overly mean and nasty.

to go along with the one above, please avoid requesting prompts with bullying as the main theme (unless you are a mutual and we discuss it beforehand)

please avoid requesting dark!fic for characters outside of Kurt Kunkle or Steve/Brenden

please avoid requesting any A/B/O

Keep in mind that sometimes my characters have large age gaps, DO NOT request BY ANY MEANS a character be under 18. Not only will I NOT write it, you WILL be blocked.

please avoid requesting my squicks: guns, scat play, feet (this list will be growing)

( THINGS I TEND TO WRITE )

I tend to write a lot of family based content.

In the past I have written a lot of lactation kink and pregnancy based fics and enjoy them— i’m always up for these requests!

I love when people request blood kinks/blood play! It’s one of my favorites to write— (check out some of my Randy fics in The Archive!)

I do enjoy writing the occasional dark fic! Check out the #stalker!jude tag on my blog, if you’d like!

I tend to write softer characters, outside of dark fic. Please keep that in mind when requesting.

[chaotictarlos]

                           ↬All Tied Up | St(d)ucky

Pairing: St(D)ucky (Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Dayton White) / Rating: Explicit [ if you are under 18 do not interact] / Warnings: M x M Smut, Threesome, Gay Male Characters, Bondage, Submissive Bucky Barnes, Men in panties, Use of pet names, Daddy Kink, Oral Sex, Blowjobs, Double Penetration , Anal Sex

Author's Note: I couldn’t let one of my favorite super soldiers birthday’s happen and just let it pass without dropping a fic. It’s been a little bit since I wrote anything so I hope you all enjoy this! I have more coming soon! I hope you all enjoy this. Un’beta’d, mistakes are my own.

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