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Happy 179th birthday to Miss Maude Milbourne, aka Professor R. F. Milbourne, born 15 Aug 1843, who in 1905 told the local newspaper: “While physically I am a man, yet spiritually and intellectually I am neither a man nor a woman, while I feel that in form and spirit I incline more to effeminacy and am gradually taking on more of the nature of womanhood.”

Another time, the newspaper reported, “They do not know whether they are a man, woman, or a spirit, and nobody else knows what they are either.” [edited to use neutral pronouns]

Based on my research, in modern terms I think Milbourne would fit well into the definitions of transfeminine and nonbinary.

Below I’ll share some of the coolest newspaper clippings I’ve found for Prof. Milbourne.

Image description: A cropped newspaper clipping from page 4 of The Cyclone and Fayette Republican, published in Washington, Ohio on Thursday, May 22nd, 1902. It’s titled “Prof. R. F. Milbourne, the Female Impersonator, as Miss Maud Milbourne.” Below that is a grainy black and white photo of Milbourne, standing and wearing feminine clothing, including a long dress. The newspaper says:

We present herewith a good picture of Prof. Randolph Milbourne in female attire, the picture having been taken a few days ago. Prof. Milbourne has decided to give entertainments throughout the county. His first public entertainment was given a few nights ago for the local Elk's Lodge, and the report is that it made a big hit. The Professor has had a number of photographs taken representing himself in female attire, as well as in male attire in various Delsarte poses. One would not imagine in looking at the above picture that the original was a veteran of the civil war and was one of “the boys.” He has drawn a pension from the government for many years.

Image description: A newspaper clipping from page 8 of The Cyclone and Fayette Republican, published in Washington, Ohio on Thursday, December 25th, 1902. It says: “Miss Maude Milbourne, formerly Prof Randolph Milbourne, gave a rehearsal at the opera house on last Friday afternoon in the presence of the Al G Field Minstrel aggregation. He gave a number of female impersonations and ended with an A B C sermon, impersonating an old man preaching a sermon. The Professor says that one of the men belonging to the company runs a roof garden in New York City in the summer time, and that he offered him $100 a night to give his impersonations, and he prefers this offer to the Fields offer of $300 a week.”

Image description: A newspaper clipping from page 5 of The Cyclone And Fayette Republican, published in Washington, Ohio on Thursday, April 30th, 1903. It is titled, “Maude Milbourne Gives an Entertainment at Dayton,” and says:

The Dayton, Ohio, Journal, of April 27, says:

The members and friends of Diester Post No. 446 and Women’s Belief Corps were entertained on Saturday evening with a musical and elocutionary program given by Mr. R. F. Milbourne, assisted by home talent.

Considerable fun was occasioned by the printing of the programs to read, “Miss Maude Milbourne,” and showing a cut of a handsome young woman whom those not in the secret supposed was the reader of the evening when in truth it was Mr. Milbourne in stage dress.

The program consisted of numerous fine musical selections, after which Mr. Milbourne gave a demonstration of delsarte including posing and sword manipulations. Then changing his costume and appearing in what was supposed to be “male characters,” the earstwhile young lady appeared in the rule of an Irishman lately arrived in this country, and also as a burlesque college professor. During the intermissions Mr. Donald McDonald entertained the audience with playing old war tunes upon the Jews harp, accompanied on the piano by Mr. Huber.

“The committee of ladies from the Relief Corps and the comrades of Diester Post received many compliments upon the entertainment provided.”

Image description: A newspaper clipping from the Democratic Standard of Coshocton, Ohio, published 21 April 1905. The article is titled, “Man Prefers to Dress Himself in Female Garb,” and says:

Washington, C. H., Ohio, April 17. Randolph Milbourne, of this city, has ust written to Attorney General Ellis for an opinion on a very peculiar question. A few days ago Milbourne was arrested and reprimanded by the Mayor for appearing on the streets in female attire. He claimed that he had as good a right to wear the dress of a woman as Dr. Mary Walker has to wear the garb of a man, and he wants to know from the Attorney General if his position is not well taken for the Attorney General to work, and his answer is awaited with interest. Mr. Milbourne says that if the Attorney General gives it as his opinion that he can go upon the streets dressed as a woman he proposes to do so, as he wears female attire because he thinks it becomes him much better than men’s clothing, and he feels more comfortable in skirts.

Image description: A cropped newspaper article from The Spokane Press published May 15, 1905, titled “Ohio Man Wears Woman’s Garb in Spite of Courts.”

Washington Courthouse, O., May 13—Randolph Milbourne, who was arrested here a few days ago for appearing on the streets dressed in female attire, has not received an answer to the letter he wrote Attorney General Wade Ellis asking his opinion as to whether he can not continue to wear women’s clothes on the streets without violating the law.

Milbourne asserts that the law does not touch his case, as he desires to wear female attire because it better suits his form, and he feels more comfortable when thus dressed than when he Is dressed as a man. He says he never did like to wear men’s clothing, and for years he has been wearing the garb of a woman about his hobe, where he lived alone.

Mr. Milbourne says: “It has been my intention for a long time to discard men’s clothing and dress only in female garb. For years I have worn ladles’ garments about my home and I feel much better than when dressed as a man. While physically I am a man, yet spiritually and intellectually I am neither a man nor a woman, while I feel that in form and spirit I incline more to effeminacy and am gradually taking on more of the nature of womanhood.

“There is today too much attention paid to the kind of clothing a person wears. In New Testament times men and women dressed alike, in long, flowing robes, and now I am arrested for wearing garments in vogue in those days. Why should I be arrested for wearing clothing of my choice when I am doing it because I think it is my duty to do so?

“Dr. Mary Walker, a woman of Washington, D. C. chose to wear men’s clothing because she thought them better suited to her profession, holding that in the sickroom men’s clothing does not stir up the dust of the floors as women’s skirts do, and hence should be worn by her. Dr. Mary Walker was arrested for wearing men’s clothing. She pleaded her own case and won ln the courts.

“If Dr. Walker can lawfully wear men’s clothing upon the streets of American cities, why should not I be allowed to wear women’s garments if I prefer to do so? Another thing, my form is better gutted for female dress than for male attire, and I never feel comfortable in men’s clothing, while I am at perfect ease when dressed as a woman. For 10 years I have worn a woman’s corset, and could scarcely live without It.

“If the authorities insist upon preventing me from wearing the attire of a woman it is my intention to petition the legislature at its forthcoming session for the special privilege to wear female attire.

“I am 61 years old, and for three years fought for the Union, serving the last year as drum major ln the Veteran Reserve corps at Detroit barracks, having been transferred from the Eighty-first Ohio, and no one will go further than I will to stand by the law of the land.”

Image description: A newspaper clipping from page 1 of The Cyclone-Republican, published in Washington, Ohio on Thursday, May 11th, 1905. It says:

A most remarkable feature of the Beal local option contested election case last Friday was the testimony of Prof. Randolph Milbourne, the female impersonator, who was arrested not long ago for appearing on the streets dressed in female attire. The drys claim that a large number of voters did not vote at the local option election, and that this fact, coupled with the fact that the returns show the largest vote ever polled in the city, indicates that there were many illegal votes cast. Prof. Milbourne did not vote, and he was called to testify this fact. He said he had been a resident of this city for many years, but at the last election he did not vote. Asked by Mr. Jones, attorney for the wets why he did not vote, he said that it was because he was not sure as to whether or not he had the legal right to vote at a general election as he was in doubt as to whether he was a man or a woman.

Milbourne's testimony created considerable interest in the court room, and after he had testified he was seen by the writer, and asked farther regarding his unusual position. He said that he did not know whether he would try to vote again or not, as he had been told that his vote will be challenged if he attempts it, but that he might try to vote again just to test the case. He says that he does not know whether he is a man, woman, or a spirit, and nobody else knows which he is.

Image description: A newspaper clipping from page 8 of The Cyclone-Republican, published in Washington, Ohio on Thursday, June 1st, 1905. It’s titled, “Prof. Milbourne Recieves a Letter from a Follower in Iowa,” and says:

Prof. Randolph Milbourne the female impersonator recently recieved the following letter from a follower in Iowa. We quote the letter as it was written:

Keokuk Iowa May 22 05.

Mr Randolph Milbourne

Sir havi seen an acount in a Paper that you are adictet to Female atier and as I am One Ove your Folowers as I to have ben Wering Female atier and will ware it as Long as I Live But I have Only Ware it at home I have ben Wering it Far the Last ten years and I Find it Ever so mutch mare Comfertabe then male garmeuts I hope you Will Be succesfull and Be Premited to Ware Female atier as I am Very mutch interested in you and would like to farespond With you.

Yours truly

A J Reimer

1125 main St, Keokuk Iowa

Interpreted Transcript of Letter:

Sir, having seen an account in a paper that you are addicted to female atire and as I am one of your followers as I, too, have been wearing female atire and will wear it as long as I live, but I have only wore it at home. I have been wearing it for the last ten years and I find it ever so much more comfortable than male garments I hope you will be successful and be permitted to wear female attire as I am very much interested in you and would like to [farespond?] with you.

Image description: A newspaper clipping from page 1 of The Ohio State Register, published in Washington Court House, Ohio on Friday, December 14th, 1906. It says:

“Dress Reform Convention” to be Held in This City.

For some weeks past mention has been made by the press of the unusual convention that it claims will be held in this city, ere the winter is over.

It seems that the idea originated with Major Randolph Milbourne, of this city, who has distinguished himself from the rest of the masculine persuasion by appearing on the street, dressed in female attire.

The convention will be held in the interest of “dress reform”, and Dr. Mary Walker, of New York, Mr. Marks, of Washington state, and dress reformers' from Kentucky, Indiana, Pennsylvania and many other states are to be honored with invitations to meet here.

There has been no little talk about this convention, and already a number of spectators have signified their desire of seeing the men and women who are dissatisfied with the present way in which they are compelled to dress.

Should this convention prove to be a reality, the exhibition of duds suitable to the tastes of martyrs of this class, will doubtless be worth going miles to see.

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arosesstorm · 2 years

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colin bridgerton serie

ep two

words count: 1.7k fem reader! x Colin Bridgerton

warning: friends to lovers trope

summary: y/n Dayton and Colin Bridgerton were friends and they swore they'd always be but it takes a great deal of bravery to love someone, more to keep loving them when it hurts the most.

English is not my first language loves, trying my best, enjoy :)

Feathers, all she could see were feathers and soft white silk as she looked sideways to the girls in the room.

They were waiting for the queen herself, but nothing could take y/n’s attention in moments like those; all she could think about was her mother’s debut day, wondering if she could ever meet the expectations.

Dear god if she did.

Colin looked at the door as soon as he heard the familiar name, the door opening as he witnessed one of the most angelic view he ever saw.

Her hair wrapped up in a lovely hairdo as her dress was softly touching the ground.

Y/n looked very pretty and he felt kinda… proud?

As soon as she bowed in front of the queen, she rested on the side, just a few feet from Colin who could gaze down her neck, her shoulders…

His sister’s name was announced as he looked back at the door, not missing how a pair of eyes were still glued to his friend.

She was likable and he knew, but it always felt strange to imagine her married; all those dreams, those talents of hers, choked under a marriage proposal… it just felt wrong.

He almost missed the way the queen smiled at his sister, a faint sound of voice: "you must be my diamond of the year".

Gasps, smiles, his sister happiness and yet, it just felt wrong to see y/n married.

Daphne being the Dimond of the season meant a lot of things, her family would benefit of an incredible reputation, her attendances at balls and masquerades were guaranteed, but to y/n’s discomfort it also meant that they had way less time to sped together; nonetheless, she was the happiest for Daphne.

Y/n remembered very well her friend’s dreams and hopes, they talked about it constantly, mostly when they were younger.

Daphne wanted to marry well, with an honorable and respectable gentleman, she wanted to love and to be loved.

She knew her friend’s expectations, but what about her own?

When she was younger she looked just like Eloise, maybe a bit more romantic and less cynical, but if asked she would answer she wanted just what she read about in her books.

She dreamed and hoped for a love that was so unbreakable, so strong, it could defeat everyone, everything.

Than she met Colin, and the boy had been telling her how important it was to keep realistic, how she had to look at a man’s actions more than his words.

That may be the only thing the two disagreed on.

Make no mistake, y/n deep inside knew that actions, real proofs were necessary, that she had to keep a critical eye while her head was flying everywhere but there.

She knew she had to steal a bit of Anthony’s stiffness in the marriage market.

But she couldn’t help hoping and wishing to meet her’s 'the one' on a Saturday afternoon, eye locking, souls intertwining, her Saturdays would have never felt the same.

Was it wrong of her?

She so wished Colin understood; she made a mental note to lend him one of her books as she crossed the street, her mother and her brother by her side.

"Why father stayed at home?" her younger brother, Abram, asked.

"Affairs my dear, he had to work"

Y/n never thought of his mother as of a bad mother; she was demanding and was lacking in showing affection, but she couldn’t blame it on her.

She knew her mother’s parents, how they never showed one bit of love, and she knew that her mama was doing her best: she loved her children so much it physically hurt and y/n knew.

It was rather strange though seeing how a person like her mother ended up with someone like her father.

The loveliest man of the ton.

It was not usual to have a father that caring and loving, so she thanked god every morning when she opened her eyes.

Her family was so dear to her she felt so sad knowing she could possibly leave them so soon.

They had stepped onto the green grass of Hyde Park when her brother sprinted forward, the chaperone hardly keeping up with him as he jumped right onto Colin Bridgerton, his hands quickly wrapping to the man’s neck.

"Abram!" Her mother called, approaching the Bridgerton’s family.

"Violet dear, I am so sorry" she turned to Lady Bridgerton who dismissed her apology with a smile.

"It’s lovely" she corrected.

The two woman smiling as Abram finally let go of the man’s neck.

"Where have you been?" The little boy asked, "you promised to take me to the races last time".

"You’re right" Colin replied, helping the boy to his feet as he continued, "and I am a man of word so expect me one of these days".

A big smile on his face as he looked at the little boy.

Abram was around Gregory’s age and Colin could do nothing but adore him like he was his own brother.

"Why don’t you join us?" Lady Bridgerton asked, her arm intertwining with your mother’s who happily accepted the offer.

Your feet taking you closer to Eloise as you breathed, "El!", her eyes instantly leaving the book as she got a glimpse of you, surprised as if she had not witnessed all the chaos that just occurred.

"Ah! Another thinking woman" she remarked, as you smiled amused, "I got another one of those; you liked them so much…" hinting towards the book, "that writer you were talking me about.." Eloise all of a sudden lighted up, her eyes full of passion.

"Where? You need to lend it to me, that woman is just extraordinary!".

"Already on it" y/n replied, faking pride and breaking it with a smile.

"By the way" she asked, urgency to demand before Eloise sinked in her book again, "where is Daphne?".

The younger snorted, louder than acceptable, as she looked at her annoyed, "home babbling about tonight’s soirée".

Y/n nodded, her eyes slipping to the ground as she suddenly felt an arm gripping hers.

"But" Eloise continued, slowly moving away from their families as Colin didn’t miss to notice, sending y/n an amused yet curious grin.

"If you want to talk about something actually important" the Bridgerton girl seemed to have her soul on fire as she talked excitedly, y/n thought she never saw her that way.

"I’m making my seasons’ goal to unmask Lady Whistledown".

Y/n’s eyes lighting with amusement and excitement, "Eloise!" She half whispered, half yelled, "I don’t know if I should be proud or worried" the girl continued, a smile playing on her lips.

She was in fact older than Eloise, of a few years, but she never felt in any way actually older than the girl next to her.

And for the matter, she was as ready to marry as Eloise at the moment, for two very different reasons, but that was the truth.

"Well keep me posted, I’d love to help" Eloise smiled brightly, "I knew I could count on you" a small pride grin on her face as a voice startled the two.

"What are you two plotting about?" Colin approaching on y/n’s left as the two regained composure looking suddenly serious.

"Don’t know what you’re talking about mr Bridgerton" y/n looked at the man who smiled amused.

"We both know that you two could take the crown with all that brain of yours".

"For once, my dear brother, you said something right".

That afternoon had been lovely, but that soirée was shaping up to be a disaster.

A sudden lack of desire to participate at this kind of events was eating y/n up inside, she felt like staying at home and writing, reading, doing everything but trying to fit into that tight dress who was chosen for her that night.

The only thought keeping her afloat was the one of seeing Daphne after the queen’s proclamation; she could only wish some of her friend’s enthusiasm would have rubbed off on her.

That night had been organized by the Cowper family who, after the father’s death had reduced to only three: Cressida and her mother, along with the newborn who was still in diapers.

The two, heatable women, had organized to show society that they still kept afloat, even without a man figure on their side.

Cressida had just debuted after all.

The ballroom was wrapped in white and silver decorations, something very much cheeper than Lady Danbury’s and much more scandalous.

When y/n entered the room she almost immediately got a glimpse of her friend.

She tried to excuse herself from her mother as the woman held her still: "wait dear, I gotta make you meet Lord Dander"; a man on his thirties was looking down at her.

Cool, and she was there for less than a minute.

"It’s a pleasure to meet you mrs Dayton" a little bow "could I ask for a dance?".

Y/n, even if suffering, knew very well the protocol, so she smiled forcefully, letting the man take her to the dance floor.

A stolen glance to the side confirmed Daphne had seen her and was cheering for her.

To her surprise, as she was twirling on the dance floor, a couple passing her by seemed to have the time of their lives, smiling and laughing as the night was theirs.

With the smallest of cracks, she realized it was Colin, wrapped in his arms a girl she never met before, someone who made him smile in a way she never saw him do.

Dear reader, if you missed these days events, you must have been a foul.

Everyone has been talking about Daphne Bridgerton, our new Diamond of the Season, but while she was committed in dancing all night yesterday, this Author could not fail to see how her eyes danced with one man in particular, the new arrival, now officially Duke of Hastings.

It is still soon to bet, but this Author is betting we’re gonna hear more about these two.

While y/n Dayton seemed to enjoy herself as well with a Lord on her hands, Colin Bridgerton seemed to be lost in Marina Thompson’s eyes, a new conquer of this season as well.

Even though the girl’s reason to show up so suddenly with the Featheringtons remains a secret, this Author can promise you it won’t long be kept.

-From the Chronicles of Lady Whistledown

Mia

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georgiapeach30513 · 9 months

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Hi Jen!! I got Dayton White + Soft + College AU + Video/Pictures 🥰

Oh 🥹🥹 this one makes me so happy. One because you used the Sebastian wheel, and two because when I write Dayton he’s always an asshole. But this being soft 🥺

Okay, but imagine that you are the school photographer, and you’re a nerd. But there’s something about the sweet little lacrosse player that keeps smiling at you. Pretty soon he’s the one taking pictures of you 🤤

Of course, you’re also a scrapbooker. Maybe Dayton needs to create his own

#moodboards #dayton white x reader

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imagek · 3 months

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mysteriouslyluckyblizzard · 3 months

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mordysworld · 1 year

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This is a WIP and it is the beginning to my planned video essay about the film ruby sparks and it's intrinsic link to incel culture

Incels at their core, at their most basic and molecular level are misogynists. Through and through they're entitled misogynists with quite frankly, no grasp on reality. This culture, unfortunately has gone on the rise in small echo chambers on the internet, festering in places such as reddit, 4chan and recently its stretching its putrid tendrils onto more obvious mainstream portions of the internet like Tiktok- Poisoning the minds of the male youth and greatly warping young men's perception of masculinity, what's right and proper and forcing twisted, quite frankly extremist, traditional views on these impressionable young people.

But that is just how I see them, my own personal definition of them lets see googles definition: Incel (an abbreviation of involuntary celibate) is an ideology, a subculture, an online community and/or a movement characterised by public displays of romantic/ sexual frustration. Some discussions on incel forums are characterised by misogyny, hatred, misanthropy, self hatred, racism, a sense of entitlement to sex and the endorsement of violence towards not only women but those who are sexually active. Incels have been described as mostly white, mostly male and mostly heterosexual.

So it's safe to say they're a pretty undesirable group of people. “But how does this link to ruby sparks!?” I hear you cry- well I'm getting to it, don't be impatient!

Ruby Sparks is romantic comedy-drama from 2012 directed by Valarie Faris and Johnathan Dayton and written by Zoe Kasan who also plays Ruby; it tells the story of Calvin Weir-Fields, described in the character wiki as the protagonist and an insecure control freak, a 29 year old author who wrote one successful book and struggled with writer's block for a decade and hasn't had a hit since. Strange how he could forget how to write but didn't forget misogyny or how to be abusive? This was until he created Ruby.

The film starts; an orange hue surrounds a lone silhouette who stands stationary for a moment before limping towards the camera a soft voice exclaims “There you are! I've been looking for you” She continues to limp forward towards the camera. We learn the reason for her limping is because she had lost a shoe. It's worth noting, the camera is stationary while ruby inches forward showing that even in Calvin's dreams he's not willing to put work in. Ruby is the one that has to move, has to initiate conversation as even fictional him isn't willing to go the distance.

The next sequence is Calvin waking up and realising what he saw, what the audience saw, was just his own imagination- his idea of a woman. I feel like it's worth mentioning that what we see- this snippet of Calvin's idea of a woman is someone who cannot properly function without him, who can't get by without his guidance and input- this is how we are first introduced to the mind of Calvin.

So it's safe to say they're a pretty undesirable group of people. “But how does this link to ruby sparks!?” I hear you cry- well I'm getting to it, don't be impatient!

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nano--raptor · 3 years

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Curves

Pairing: Dayton White x Female Reader

Words: 1748

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. This is basically porn without plot😏 Warnings for smut, oral (fem rec), sex, cursing, dirty talk, and a bit of praise kink

A/N: Written for my lovely, @eurynome827 to celebrate 2K FOLLOWERS!! Congratulations hun! You are wonderful, it’s a pleasure to know you, and I appreciate youuu❤ For the challenge I chose the prompt lingerie, and wanted to give writing our favorite speed racer a try. I had fun with this, and I hope you enjoy! 🥰

18+ ONLY Do Not click keep reading if you are under 18.

That Ferrari. The only thing that he might possibly love more than you. Bright red, flashy, and sexy, your lips match the paint finish tonight, and the rest of your outfit is black. Dayton’s second favorite color.

He opens the door for you after dinner, helping you into the car, eyeing the top of your stockings peeking through the slit of your dress with lust in his eyes as you sit down.

“Oops.” You throw him a wink before he shuts the door, knowing it’ll fluster him just a little bit. He wasn’t always as put together as he looked. A few strands of his hair are out of place when he gets into the car, and he smooths them back effortlessly, glancing your way as he fires up the engine. The car roars to life, settling into a satisfying purr that makes your lips twitch into a smile, and Dayton has that smug, satisfied look on his face as he looks back to the road.

The car hugs the pavement, gliding smoothly around corners until Dayton opens her up on the highway. You catch him sneaking another glance at you, and you can’t help biting your lower lip as the Ferrari’s power rumbles through you. That smug smile crosses his face again, Dayton knows you love feeling it, he loves it too. You’d felt the car’s vibrations many times before; he’d had you spread out on the hood more than once and there were photos to prove it.

“Dayton,” you breathed, your body revving up as the car sped down the road, hugging every curve with ease. “We should head home.” His gaze slid to you for a moment, a smirk on his face and eyebrow raised as he teased you. “Don’t you wanna go for a drive baby?”

“Not tonight. I have something I want to show you.”

Dayton rests his hand on your thigh and you place yours on top. He squeezes your leg, then threads his fingers with yours and raises your hand to his lips, his eyes flashing with a spark of desire.

After pulling into the garage at home, Dayton kills the engine and the silence makes you shiver. He gets out first and opens your door, helping you out of the car now. You lean in and peck a quick kiss against his lips, lightly swiping your tongue over his bottom one before you pull away. His breath catches and his gaze runs over your body, pulling his lip between his teeth. He wants you. He wants you, but you want him too. You have all night.

Stepping past him, you walk around the front of the car, trailing your finger over her curves as you head towards the door. Over to the driver’s side and up the hood, then you pause, smirking, and run your fingers over your own body instead, up your chest and along your collarbone. Dayton watches, following the path of your fingers, until one stops caught between your teeth. His gaze flicks from your bright red lips, curled in a smirk, to your eyes, and he stares into your soul, practically devouring you as he stalks towards you.

“Inside, sweetheart. Now.” The door is hardly closed and he has a grip on your wrist, pulling you towards him and capturing your lips in a searing kiss. You melt into it, a whine escaping your throat as his touch sends fire through your veins. You back him against the wall, pressing your body against his, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him desperately, hungrily. He smirks against your mouth and he pulls you closer, his hands on your hips holding you tightly.

Feeling for the zipper of your dress, he finds it and drags it down, smoothing his hand over your exposed skin, before pushing it from your shoulders. You shimmy out of it, your black lingerie now on display for him, his eyes roving over your body appreciatively. His eyes are dark, hungry, predatory, and before you can ask him if he likes it, his mouth is on yours again and he's picking you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and carrying you to the bedroom.

The two of you fall onto the bed, Dayton's lips on your skin now as he worships your body. He makes his way down, your hands gripping his shoulders, until he pauses to rid himself of his shirt. Then he's back, his lips moving over your skin reverently. He trails his tongue along the edges of black lace, and you gasp his name. He smiles, pulling back slightly to look into your eyes.

"So beautiful baby, gorgeous. You're so sexy."

"Dayton. Please baby, I need you." You sound desperate and the words come out in a whine but you can’t help yourself. You’re revved up, craving him. Needing him. With a smirk, Dayton moves further down, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder and nudging your core with his nose.

"Mm, you ready for me sugar?" His tongue teases along the edge of your panties and you ache for him, needing his mouth against you. A whine falls from your lips and you beg him, sighing with relief when his finger hooks into the lace, pushing it aside so his tongue can lap at you. Another moan as he licks straight over your core, flicking your bundle of nerves before pushing his tongue inside.

Your hips buck against his face and his hands grab them, holding you down as he pushes harder against you. You're whining already, trying to get more, to get closer to his face, needing him deeper. He fucks you with his tongue, heating you up and pushing you closer, before withdrawing his tongue and licking up over your clit. His lips close around it and he sucks, making your back arch off the bed, flicking it with the tip of his tongue until your cries fill the room and the wave crashes over you.

His tongue laves over you slowly, fire in his eyes as you come down, and then he's crawling over you, kissing you hungrily with your release still on his lips.

“So good sweetheart, so delicious. But I gotta have you.” He kisses along your jaw and down your throat, nipping at your skin, his hard length pressing against your thigh. You’re in a daze from your orgasm but you’re able to shift when he unclasps your bra, allowing him to pull it off and toss it across the room. Your hands wander over his body, toned muscle and smooth skin, until you’re fumbling with his pants, unbuttoning them and trying to shove them off. A whimper escapes you and he chuckles, nuzzling into your neck before moving away to pull them off.

When he’s back you sigh, wrapping your arms around him as he nudges your legs apart again. Hooking one leg over his hip, you can feel him at your entrance, his crown pressing against you making you clench and whimper, needing him inside you more than anything else.

“Please Day, baby please.” You’re mumbling, unable to feel anything else except him, he’s permeating your senses, your infatuation with him only matched by his with you. A broken moan falls from your lips when he pushes in, and you scratch at his back, trying to pull him closer. He hisses, bottoming out inside your tight heat and running a hand over your stocking-clad thigh.

“Fuck sweetheart, you always feel so fuckin’ good.” He buries his face in your neck, nipping at your skin again while he finds a rhythm, moving in and out of you, filling you completely and driving you towards ecstasy. He seems to be able to hit every perfect spot inside of you, but then he angles his hips just so, and oh, it makes you see stars. You cry out, clutching him harder, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him closer with each thrust, your hips rocking up to meet his.

Dayton shifts, taking your legs from around his waist and pushing them back against your stomach to deepen the angle, and when your eyes fly open, his flash dangerously, a devilish grin on his face.

“Oh yeah baby, just like that. Takin’ me so well, looking so pretty in this little outfit. You know I love it when you dress up for me.” His smooth voice washes over you and you’re drifting away, being pushed closer to bliss with every thrust of him into you. He’s grunting now too, head thrown back while he grips your thighs, sweat beading across his chest, and you want to get your tongue all over him. You whine again, arching your back, rocking your hips against his, and you wrap your hand around his wrist and squeeze as you balance right on the edge.

“Dayton….” You gasp his name, and he fucks into you harder, panting and urging you on under his breath, curses and praises alike showering over you, and then you’re screaming and clenching down around him, flooding over him as white hot bliss explodes within you. Dayton groans, low and rough, fucking you through your orgasm, driving deeper as he chases his own release now. A few more hard, deep thrusts, his eyes squeezed shut and teeth clenched, then his whole body is tensing, and he throbs inside you as he comes with a loud groan. He lets your legs go and collapses against you, panting and spent. Rolling to the side, he pulls you against him with a chuckle.

"Damn baby. You in lingerie drives me fuckin wild." You grin, curling against him and running your fingers over his chest as you try to catch your breath. He trails his finger over your hip with a hum, tracing over your curves now, up and around the edge of the garter belt.

“You like it?”

“Fuck yeah.”

“Mmm. I’ll have to show you the red set next time.” Dayton’s eyes go wide and he just grins.

“You’re killin’ me sweetheart. But in the best way.” Then he rolls over, pulling you on top of him and you shriek with laughter, rolling your hips against him and making him groan through his smirk.

“I can keep going baby, just tell me what you like.” Dayton pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes darkening again at the sight of you.

“I’ll have you any way you want baby girl, all night long.”

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jewels2876 · 3 years

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Dayton White Masterlist

Old Fashioned Drunk Drabbles

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Is it just me or when he talks in Romanian just so hot and.............. the way he talks about his mom

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beefybuffybucky · 7 years

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A Day at the Races

Pairing: Dayton White x Reader

Summary: You’re dating Dayton White, one of the best up-and-coming NASCAR drivers in the business, and all it takes is one race to put everything on the line.

Warnings: Language - Car Crash / Angst - Like one little sexual reference but I mean, it’s pretty innocent

Word Count: 2.8K

A/N: I’ve been dying to write a Dayton White fic for awhile, and since I just saw Logan Lucky last night, there’s no better time to write this bad boy. I grew up watching NASCAR with my family and that movie was so funny to me, it was seriously great. Anyways, I managed to survive my doctor’s appointment from hell yesterday which was pretty cool. My new meds are going to make me a complete mess for about a week, so I apologize in advance for angsty fics. Anyways, let me know what you think of this one!

Race day has always been one of your most favorite days. You used to watch every race with your family and friends. It was quite a big deal back in your hometown, and when you started dating Dayton White, people just about lost their complete shit. Dayton was a fairly new player in the racing world, but he was rising through the ranks faster than any racer you’ve seen.

You had met while you were bartending at a small, run-down bar just down the street from your house. There was a race earlier in the day, but people were still filtering in the doors, ordering drinks and loudly conversing with one another. The bar was packed, and you were nearly overwhelmed with drink orders. Thankfully, another bartender had come to help you out, which aided in calming your nerves - with this many people, you never know if (more like when) a fight would break out. It was pushing midnight when he came in. At first, you didn’t recognize him. He was wearing dark wash jeans, a leather jacket, and a white t-shirt, his face obscured by one of his own Dayton White ball caps. After taking his drink order, you started talking with him, and by the end of the night, you two were headed for a 1 a.m. diner run.

“Hey darlin’, I have to head out,” Dayton’s voice breaks through your daydream. You look over your shoulder and see him walking down the steps to the main floor of the club house. He’s wearing his bright red racing suit and carrying his helmet under one of his arms. You stand up from your chair and jog over to him, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a tight hug.

“I love you,” you mutter into his shoulder. You lift your head to look at his face. He’s smiling like there’s no tomorrow. “Please,” you whisper, “be careful out there.”

“‘Careful’ is my middle name,” he smirked, leaning down to give you a kiss. You bring your hands back down to your sides, sliding them into the back pockets of your jeans. “Hey,” he lifts your chin gently with his free, gloved hand. “I promise, I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me so much, doll. Just relax,” he mutters with a tilt of his head. His eyes search yours for a few moments, and you wish you could just take him back home where you know he’d be safe. “I love you, Y/N.”

You force a smile and nod, giving him one last peck on the cheek before he turns to head out the door and down to the racetrack. There are only about ten more minutes until the race is set to start, and soon, more of the other partners of the racers fill the room. The table you’re sitting at is small, and the two chairs are positioned towards the large glass viewing panes that make-up one of the walls of the clubhouse. A blonde woman walks in, then takes a seat in the empty chair across from you. You’re still not familiar with many of the other spouses and partners in the room, and while you’re usually quiet and prefer to keep to yourself, you decide to throw caution to the wind and introduce yourself.

“Hi,” you basically sing, “I’m Y/N Y/L/N, Dayton White’s -”

“Oh, Honey, I know who you are,” her thick, southern accent was sugary sweet, and her smile was even sweeter. It could probably give you a cavity. “I’m Amy,” she coos as she digs around in her large purse and pulls out a compact mirror and lipstick, choosing now to re-apply. “So tell me,” she says cheerfully after smacking her lips together. “How’s Dayton doin’?”

“H-He’s good,” you nod, swinging one leg over the other, turning your body towards the track. “So, you’re -”

“Oh! There they go! It’s racin’ time, people!” Her voice cuts through the room above the announcers’ voices.

You spot Dayton’s car near the front, trailing a few others. A bright yellow 63 is painted on the side with red and yellow flames racing down the hood and the sides of the car over a smooth, black finish. Your heart pounds as you watch them near the start, and nearly skips a beat when the checkered flag is waved. You’ve never felt this uneasy about one of his races before, but something feels different about today.

“And they’re off! What a great day for a race.” The announcer’s voice comes through loud over the speaker system in the room. You take a sip from your drink and hope that your nerves will calm as the race progresses.

“Only ten laps to go and Dayton White has taken the lead with Johnson and Busch trailing close behind,” the announcer’s voice rings out over the cheer in the room.

Come on, Dayton. You got this. A smile pulls at the corner of your lips as you think about the celebrations that are sure to follow - both down on the track and in the bedroom.

“He’s not too bad,” Amy chirps. You look over to her.

“Yeah,” you slowly nod, then look back to the track. “Guess he’s not, after all.”

“Eight more laps to go and White still holds the lead with Johnson and now Harvick close behind.”

You sigh a deep, relaxing breath as you watch Dayton’s car pull far ahead from the rest as it crosses over the large, faint white finish line. Seven more laps and it’s all over.

Dayton’s close to the wall as he takes the first turn - a little too close for comfort. A new, intense flicker of worry sparks to life in your chest - and then, it happens.

“And here comes White ‘round the corner and - Oh! Into the wall and up into the air!”

Your heart stops and you instinctively shoot-up from your chair, hitting the table with your arm on your way up. The chair topples over behind you, but you don’t even notice. The slick glass cup in your hand slides to the floor, landing with a muffled crash on the carpet. Time slows to a near stop, and all you can hear is a thick, deafening silence while his car flies through the air. The front end of the car hits the track, sending it soaring towards the grass. Upon impact, the car digs into the ground, sending chunks of grass and dirt shooting into the air, then rolls nearly four times, stopping on its roof.

“...as it comes to rest upside down on its roof.”

“We were hoping it wouldn’t happen, but here with seven laps to go, it indeed has.”

“Y/N?” A muffled, ringing voice trickles through the silence. “C’mon, Sugar, let’s sit you down.”

You painstakingly drag your eyes away from Dayton’s crumpled, wrecked car towards the direction of the light voice and find another racer’s wife next to you. One of her hands is on your elbow, the other on the small of your back, trying to lead you back away from the windows, but your feet are firmly planted on the ground. You look back to the track and see Dayton’s car hidden through thick, billowing smoke. A wave a weakness hits your body like a train, and your legs buckle beneath you. It feels like the air from your lungs has been forcefully squeezed out, and you have to remind yourself to breathe.

Dayton hasn’t come out of the car.

Other trucks and emergency vehicles race up to where the car now lays dormant. Time snaps back into its usual pace as you gasp for air. You suddenly bolt from the ground and out the door, frantically searching for the stairs that lead down to the track. You stumble for the door just down the hall from you, vision blurred by hot, stinging tears. You hop down the stairs, pushing yourself to run faster and harder than you have ever run before. After running down multiple stairways and long, never-ending hallways, you throw open one last door and are blinded by the burning sun. You shield your eyes with a hand, and spot Dayton’s pit crew frantically trying to gather different materials, his crew chief, Don, is in obvious disarray as he talks into his phone.

You sprint across the silent track and into the grass, heading straight for the crew.

“Don!” Your throat pulses as the scream tears through. He’s caught off-guard by your appearance and quickly hands off his phone to another member next to him.

“Y/N,” he breathes, stopping you by the shoulders. “You shouldn’t be down here, not right now.”

“Where is he,” you frantically look around for any signs of Dayton.

“He’s still in the car,” Don mutters gravely.

“What do you mean he’s still in the car?! You have to fucking get him out of there!” You slip from his hold and run past the crew to the other side track. You stop in your tracks, stumbling on a rock in the process, and land on your hands and knees. You push up from the ground, standing in terror and disbelief as you watch a group of men still trying to get Dayton out of his car.

“Dayton,” you desperately whimper. “Dayton!” Your feet unwillingly carry you over to the wreck, but you’re stopped about ten yards away by another man. “S-Sir please, that’s my boyfriend, I-I need to see him, please,” you beg through your tears. The man responds by gently, carefully pushing you back a few feet.

“Ma’am, I need you to -”

“Is he okay? Please tell me he’s okay. W-Why isn’t he out of the car yet?” Your voice is shaking hard, and you probably sound like you’re losing your mind, but the truth is, you are.

“We won’t know anything until he’s out of the car,” he mutters as you watch a team of men finally drag Dayton out of the car.

“Dayton!” You slip under the man’s arms and over to where the emergency team was putting Dayton on a gurney. A hand grabs your wrist and a pair of strong arms pulls you into a tight bear hug. “No! Let...me...go!” You put up as much resistance as you could muster, but it’s no use.

“Y/N, you have to calm down,” Don’s voice was quiet, laced with worry. You give up your fight as you watch the ambulance with Dayton drive away, down the track, out of sight. Your whole body slumps in exhaustion and defeat and Don makes a noise as he tries to hold you up, but after a few seconds, he lowers to the ground with you.

“W-We need to follow them,” you choke out.

“We will, Y/N. The car’s almost here. We just have to wait.”

The hospital room was nearly quiet besides the hum and beeping of the machines tracking Dayton’s vitals and helping him breathe.

It’s been nearly a week after the crash, and they still haven’t woken Dayton up, but the doctor said they’ll be trying to today. Your body is heavy, filled with exhaustion. Sleep has been nearly impossible, and eating has been put on the back burner. The large majority of your attention has been on Dayton and waiting for him to wake up - if he can. When the doctors came to speak with you in the lounge of the hospital, they had told you he suffered a major concussion, a few broken ribs, some of the bones in his left hand was fractured, and his left leg was broken. They came to the conclusion that because of the extent of the injuries, he should be kept asleep and very closely monitored.

You were sitting next to his bed, head resting on your arm near his waist, your hand gently caressing the top of his. The soft padding of shoes clicked through the room, alerting you of another presence in the room. You drag your head up and greet the doctor with a small, forced smile.

“We’re going to try and wake him up now,” he spoke very softly. You nod and stand up from your chair, brushing out a few wrinkles in your clothes. You spy Don standing just outside the door and he beckons with his head for you to see him in the hallway. He’s been here all week with you, trying to get you to sleep and eat, but obviously not doing too well of a job.

You meet him outside of the door.

“Let’s go get some coffee,” he mutters. “We should give them space to work.” Both of your gazes turn towards the interior of the room where a few different doctors are either taking notes on their clipboards or talking about his condition. You chew the inside of your lip and nod, letting him put his hand on your shoulder and lead you down to the cafeteria of the hospital.

After eating a bowl of oatmeal and drinking some coffee, you grab a to-go cup for the rest of your drink and head back up to the room, leaving Don who was talking on the phone with some other members of the crew, updating them on Dayton’s condition. While in the elevator back up to Dayton’s room, your fingers tapped nervously on the edge of the cup. The soft ding of the elevator catches your attention, and the doors slide open. You take your time walking back to his room, racking your mind through the endless list of possibilities of what you’ll find. The nurse at the desk smiles at you and you smile back. You stop a few feet away from the doorway of his room, taking a deep, calming breath, then slowly peer in. The bed has been adjusted so Dayton sits propped-up, quietly mumbling to a doctor. His eyes were heavy, and you could tell he was in pain.

“D-Dayton?” You whisper, taking a few steps into the room. Dayton looks at you and a smile spreads across his tired face.

“Y/N,” he croaks. You smile as a few tears prick at your eyes and walk back to the spot you were in earlier.

“How...How are you feeling?” You rub his knuckles with your thumb and he weakly grabs fingers.

“Could be better,” he lightly chuckles, then winces, drawing in a sharp breath. A pang of worry shoots through you. Dayton must sense this as he reassures you that the drugs they’ve given him should be kicking in soon to help with the pain.

“I thought you said you’d be careful,” you whisper. A few silent tears slide down your cheeks.

“I know...I’m sorry,” his brows knit together in concern. “I-I don’t know what happened, I just - ”

“Hey, no, it’s okay,” you soothe him. “I’m just glad you’re alive.”

“Me too,” he smiles at you. “Although, I have a feelin’ you might kill me once I can walk again.”

“Oh, you bet your ass I’m going to kill you,” you laugh through a few more tears. “I nearly had a fucking heart attack when I saw you hit that wall. Next time, stay in your lane.”

“Lane? Doll, it’s not like I’m racin’ down a highway,” he jokes, laughter shining in his eyes. “And...next time?”

“I know I can’t stop you from doing what you love,” you admit. “I know you’ll be back out on that track as soon as you possibly can be, but, I swear, if you pull a trick like that again, I’ll kill you myself.”

“Sounds like a deal,” he chuckles again through the pain. He looks at you for a few seconds. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, too, Dayton,” you press a kiss delicately to his temple, smoothing back some of his hair. “You’ll always be a pain in my ass, but I love you.”

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masterofmunson · 7 years

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Running Home Part 1/?

Dayton White (Logan Lucky) x Reader

Summary: After the untimely death of her older brother, she's forced to head back home, facing the life she ran away from.

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death

Her body goes numb. The ringing in her ears doesn't seem to stop. Her throat tightens and she can't breathe. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes and she rubs at her cheeks with the back of her hand.

“Sweetheart, you still there?” her mother’s voice rings in her ears, bringing her back to reality. The reality that her older brother is dead as a doornail and there was nothing that could bring him back.

“Yeah, Momma. I'm still here,” she replied, her voice is raspy and her throat tightens.

“The car sped out of control just before the finish line. The car toppled over so many times. They took ‘im to the hospital and he died there. He's with your Father, now.”

She bites back a sob and tears stream down her face. Her eyes glance up at the ceiling and miserably tried to stop the tears from falling. “How're Melanie and the kids doing?”

“Melanie’s a wreck and Josie’s confused. Matthew is just a happy baby, still.”

“Okay… I'll see you in the morning. I'm booking my flight right now… I love you, Momma,” she sighed before hanging up.

Time stood still as she sits on her bed. She claws at her arms as sobs run through her. Benny was gone.

The following morning, she left for Alabama. The trip was long and exhausting. All she wanted to do was stay in California. She felt ashamed. She hadn't visited more than three times over the past six years longer than a two day time period, and now, she has no clue how long she's staying. She knew her family and friends missed her, but she brushed it off. She hated Alabama, well not Alabama. She hated the town she lived in for 18 years. Alpine Alabama was less than 20 minutes from Talladega and had just about 4,000 residents. It was too damn small for her liking and it was your stereotypical ‘next town over from the race track and everyone lives, eats, and breathes racing’ town.

Not to mention, everyone knows each other so if there was any drama linked to her or her family, everyone knew and she hated it. Having 150 kids in your graduating class also didn't help.

Now, when she was about 13, she fell in love with another kind of racing: track and field. She loved running. It was something so different than what she grew up with. She didn't have a reputation to uphold and she loved it. She blossomed as a runner. She qualified for state her freshman year and every year after that. Even a few colleges were interested in her, and of course she took the school furthest from home: UCLA.

It caused quite the controversy in the town. Usually kids went to the local community college in the next town or Auburn, which was only an hour and a half away, so when she left, she rocked the boat. She was the only one leaving Alabama, and that, essentially meant that she left her family. She didn't care. She was so focused on getting out that none of that mattered. She left and didn't look back.

California was a breath of fresh air. She had no reputation and she didn't have anyone from Alpine breathing down her neck. The culture of Los Angeles was so different from Alpine and she loved it. During college, she studied physical therapy and sports psychology. Now, during her free time in between training, she works as an athletic trainer for one of the nearby high schools.

“Y/n? You okay?” her best friend, Wanda asks gently, grabbing her shoulder.

She blinks and glances at her best friend. “Yeah, sorry. Just spaced out.”

Wanda nods and Y/n smiles. She's so grateful for her. They met during her first visit at UCLA and they clicked instantly. They've been best friends ever since. Wanda smiles gently at her before they leave the airport.

The drive back home seems long and torturous the further they drive from the city. It unnerves her and she feels like puking. The grassy fields blur past her as the car rolls into a quaint little town, her town. Her eyes glaze over the nearby bar, Racers and past the one and only ice cream parlor and coffee shop. They drive past the practice track and just like that, she's home.

The blue siding sticks out like a sore thumb against the bright, green grass on the lawn. The white porch swing still hangs from the house and the stone pillars are still the same stone gray like she remembers. The gravel trails to the side of the house where the dark blue shed still stood. She could see tire tracks permanently embedded into the ground. The huge, gray door is propped open and for a brief moment she thinks that her brother is going to pop out and her throat tightens.

The car stops and she pulls the key out of the ignition. The trunk pops open and she takes a deep breath before stepping out of the car. She lugs her suitcase out and doesn't bother to lock the car. The tension sits on her shoulders and it feels like she can't breathe. She takes another deep breath before stepping up the porch and pushing open the screen door so she can step inside. Her eyes roam around the foyer, walking past old photographs and old memories.

The floorboards creak underneath her as she pulls her suitcase to the side in the dining room. She swallows hard before poking her head into the kitchen.

“Momma? I'm home!” her voice is small as it rings throughout the house. She hears movement from upstairs and the wait to see her mother is so agonizingly slow. Footsteps thunder down the stairs and she turns around, rubbing her sweaty palms on her shorts.

“Is that my sweet girl?” her mother questions, standing in front of her.

“Hi, Momma,” she smiles through the tears as her mother pulls her into her arms. She wraps her arms around her mother and squeezes tightly, feeling tears slip past her cheeks. Her mother’s hands rub smooth circles down her back as her little girl cries in her arms. She pulls away and laughs lightly, wiping her face.

“You're so beautiful, baby. You're so muscular and lean… that school out west is lucky to have you as a student and as an athlete. I'm so proud of you… we all are,” her mother smiles, pushing away her daughter’s tears with her thumb.

“Thanks, Momma.”

“I was just about to make breakfast. Grandma is out on the back porch. It's nice to see you, Wanda.”

She nods and pulls open the screen door to the back of the house. She steps out and her eyes lock with her Grandma. Her face breaks out into a grin as she steps into her warm embrace.

“Hi, Gram,” she mutters, pressing her nose into her shoulder. The familiar scent of coffee and smoke fills her senses.

“Hi, sweet girl. You're still beautiful as ever,” he grandmother greats her, holding her at arm's length so she could get a good look at her. Y/n grins and kisses her cheek.

The door slides open and she doesn't bother looking back, assuming that it's either Wanda or her mother. She doesn't want the moment with her grandmother interrupted.

“Hey, Gram, I got you the coffee creamer that you wanted from the store,” that all too familiar voice rings through her ears.

She freezes on her spot on the porch. Her shoulders tense and she turns around. Her eyes lock with his and it feels like she can't breathe. Here, in front of her, Dayton White stood with a stupid container of coffee creamer on her childhood back porch. His hair is swept to the side and his blue eyes still sparkle with mischief. He hasn't changed much. He's still clean cut but he's more muscular and built.

Her face is stone cold as his own pulls into a smirk. “What are you doing here, White?” she practically snaps, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Didn't you hear, Cheetah? I live in the guest house,” he smirked, biting on his lip.

“What?” she glances at her grandmother for confirmation. She only nods.

“Benny gave me the shed and your momma let me rent the house. It's easier to repair the car and it's close to the track if I just stay here.”

It feels as if her heart was ripped out of her chest. She feels like her family betrayed her. After everything he did to her, her family still chose him. She swallows hard and looks away, feeling tears prick at the corners of her eyes.

“You, Momma, and Benny always liked Dayton, I didn't know you liked him enough to let him live here after everything he did to me,” she sniffs, glancing out into the yard.

“Sweet girl, listen, we were struggling to keep the shop open and we needed a racer to sponsor that was young and better than Benny, and Dayton was more than happy to help.”

“Why didn't you tell me?” she whispers. “If I would've known, I wouldn't--”

“You wouldn't have left?” Dayton snaps.

“Shut up, White!” she shouts. “You're one of the reasons why I left! You broke me!”

Her throat tightens and a tear slips down her cheek. She stomps down the porch and storms towards the shed. She rips the door open and drags her car out, hopping into the seat. The engine roars to life and she takes off.

Tears slide down her cheeks as she races to the practice track. She's angry at Dayton for acting like he wasn't one of the reasons she left. She's angry at her family for not telling her about the financial situation sooner. She would've stayed to help… maybe even be the racer for her family’s shop. Her heart is broken because her best friend, her brother, is gone, and there's nothing that could bring him back.

She slams her foot on the accelerator and flies around the track. Her brother and everyone else she was close with as a kid always told her how natural her talent came with racing. It's like she never left. Her right hand shifts the gears with ease as she does numerous laps. She screams and the car spins out of control until it stops. She moved the car into park and sobs escape her.

The sobs are loud and ugly and she feels so empty. She feels so numb. Her heart is so broken beyond repair that it doesn't seem to phase her. Her head rests in her hands as she cries and cries and cries.

She glances at the window and she laughs bitterly at the person who's standing just outside her car. “Go away, Dayton,” she snaps, wiping her face. “I don't need a babysitter.”

“What the hell was that?” he questions bitterly. “You could've gotten hurt driving that wreckless! Do you want your Momma to bury you too?”

“Fuck off, Dayton! You don't care about me, so don't start acting like you do! I had everything under control!”

“Get out of the damn car, Y/n. I'm taking you home.”

“No!” she shouts. “I'm not going anywhere with you!”

He huffs angrily before pulling the velcro window down and hopping inside the car. “What the hell are you doing?” she screams. “There's no room for you!”

“I'm makin’ room, Cheetah. You're gonna have’ta sit in my lap, sweet cheeks,” he practically smirks, moving her so he’s underneath her and she's on his lap. She huffs and he drives back to the house.

The trip back to the house is too long for her liking. It was silent and uncomfortable. Once the car stopped, she scrambles out of the car and into the house, completely avoiding Dayton as she left him sitting in her car.

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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.

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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.

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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—”

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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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