#dayton white x you

[georgiapeach30513]

Got A Secret, Part 1

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

Pairings:  Dayton White X Reader

Rating:  mild

Warnings:  language, lies, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.3K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics​

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

“You know why he likes you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t even want to know.”

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

“Why?”

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

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

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

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

“And what’s that?”

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

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

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

“You’re starting to trend on Twitter.”

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

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

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

“God, you’re so stupid.”

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

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

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

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

“It’s a lie.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you talking about?”

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

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

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

“Oh my god. I can’t breathe.”

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

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

‘He looks happy.’

‘Actor, Dayton White finally finds the one.’

‘Hiding under his nose all along.’

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

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

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

“Damage control.”

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

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

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

“It’s perfect for me.”

“I didn’t ask for this!”

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

“I have conditions then.”

“Whatever you want. Name your price.”

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

“Does that mean I get to with…”

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

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

“Why?”

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

“I hate you so much right now.”

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

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

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You're Invited To My Tea Party!

what?

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

when?

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

how?

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

characters! (bolded = new!)

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

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Hi :D

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

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

Will write for characters:

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier (MCU)

Wanda Maximoff (MCU)

Chris Beck (The Martian)

Steve Kemp (Fresh)

Kyle Spencer (AHS)

Denji (Chainsaw Man)

Nick Fowler (The 355)

Frank (Endings/Beginnings)

Dayton White (Logan Lucky)

Joe Goldberg (You)

Love Quinn (You)

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

Five Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy)

Silco (Arcane)

Jinx (Arcane)

Keigo Takami/Hawks (BNHA)

Eddie Brock/Venom (MCU)

PLATONIC Tony Stark (MCU)

Din Djarin (Mandalorian)

Donnie (Rottmnt)

Carl Grimes (TWD)

Negan Smith (TWD)

Probably will add more/change with time!

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

What I WON'T do:

Angst related to cheating

Break-up angst

Death of mentioned characters and/or reader/oc

Anything related to russians or russia in general

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

Probably will add more/change with time!

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

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Part 2: Bruises

Fandom: In Time

Pairing: Raymond Leon x OC

Summary: The events of a case remind Rose of a past trauma. 

Word Count: 1,651

Notes: Warnings for references to domestic abuse and strangulation.

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Raymond watched as they hauled the man away into one of the Timekeeper cars, siren whooping once as they began to drive off. His lips pressed together in a frown, jaw clenching around the wad of gum in his mouth.

“Can I have a piece?”

His eyes didn’t pull away from where the car was disappearing into the distance as he pulled his package of gum from his pocket and passed it to Rose. She took one, unwrapping it and popping it into her mouth, chewing with loud smacks as she handed the package back to him. The aviator sunglasses she was wearing glinted when the light caught them.

It was rare, this far into his career, for something to rattle him.

But the sight of the massive, dark purple bruises on the victim’s throat as they hauled her away in the ambulance had shook him to his core.

It took a special kind of monster to put their hands around someone else’s throat.

They shouldn’t have even been called in for this case, but the abuser had been stealing his victim’s time, and that put it in the Timekeeper’s jurisdiction.

“I want you to go to the hospital. See if the woman is awake yet and if she’d be willing to give a statement.”

“Why me?” Rose asked, head tilted curiously. Raymond huffed out a tired breath.

“You’re less threatening.”

“Gee, thanks,” but she smiled when he nudged her with his shoulder. “I’ll need the keys for the car.”

He pulled them jingling from his pocket and tossed them to her.

“Are you staying here?” she twisted the keys in her hand as he nodded. “Okay. I’ll come pick you up when I’m done.”

“See you soon.”

She gave him a little mock salute, walking backwards a few paces before turning to step into the car. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he watched her drive away, brows pinched, before spinning on his heel and heading back inside.  

∗ ∗ ∗ 

They finished up early, which was fine. The case was relatively straightforward, at the very least. Joelle had offered to give him a ride back to the base, but he decided to wait for Rose instead. Sitting on the curb, his foot tapped lightly of its own accord.

He flinched as the sound of tires squealing announced her approach, the car whipping around the corner and screeching to a stop in front of him. She still drove too fast. Understandable, he supposed. It had taken him a long time to unlearn all the terrible habits that had been born out of necessity while growing up in Dayton.

Killing the engine, Rose hopped out of the front seat. “You guys finished already?”

“Yeah,” he stood, stretching his back. “Did you get her statement?”

Rose raised the folder of papers tucked under her arm. “Poor thing can’t even speak, though, her vocal cords are too swollen.”

“Is she going to be alright?”

Shrugging, Rose looked down. “It’s too soon to tell if there will be permanent damage or not.”

Running a hand through his hair, he sighed, nodding. “Yeah. Okay,” taking the keys from her, they piled back into the car.

“Did you get anything useful?” she asked, clicking her seatbelt into the lock.

“Not particularly.”

“Oh.”

He shot a glance her way, brows raising. There was something off about her that he couldn’t place. Her eyes kept darting down, and the hands that were clutching at the victim’s statement were white knuckled. Gaze sweeping over her face, he realized with alarm that she was somewhat pale. Fingers stroking along her knuckles, he cocked his head.

“Are you okay?”

“Hm?” she glanced back at him, having tilted her head to gaze out the window. “Oh, yeah. I’m fine.”

He had never been one to push. If she wanted to tell him something, he trusted her to tell him. But still his instincts were piqued, alerted that something was wrong. Opening his mouth to say more, he thought better of it, shoving his worry down as he turned the key to start the car.  

∗ ∗ ∗ 

Hands rested on the kitchen counter, he stared at the back of Rose’s head where she was sitting on the couch, frowning.

Whatever was bothering her, it hadn’t resolved itself in the few hours they’d spent at work, or since they’d returned home. The whole day she’d been quiet. And not just that, but disengaged. He often had to ask her a question more than once before she was aware that he was even speaking to her, and more than once he caught her rubbing at her face, squeezing her eyes shut with a pained look crossing her features. Thumb tapping on the counter, he racked his brain for any clues as to what could have put her in such a mood. He didn’t think that it was anything that he’d done. And there had been nothing significant that had happened at work…

Something must have happened while she was collecting the victim’s statement. That was the only thing that made sense.

He wanted so badly to ask her about it, but the last thing he wanted to do was pry…

Coming out from around the counter slowly, he began to approach her. “Rose?”

There came no answer. Her eyes were focused on the TV, but her gaze wasn’t focused, her mind very, very far away.

“Rose,” he said again, a little louder. She jumped and snapped her head around towards him, eyes wide, and for a moment he thought that he saw a sprinkle of fear dancing in those amber orbs.

“Yeah?”

Now even more concerned, he sank into the spot on the couch beside her. “Are you…” he swallowed. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” she said in the least convincing voice he had ever heard. “Why?”

“You just…you seem…” god, why was he suddenly so bad at this? “Off.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“No! No, it’s…it’s okay. I just…did something happen today?”

She didn’t say anything, instead biting at her lip, smudging the black lipstick she was wearing.

“Rose?”

“Do you remember Sebastian Carrow? From school?”

The question caught him off guard. “I…yeah, I do. You dated during the end of senior year, right?”

“And a little after,” she was wringing her hands together. “He, um…he…” she stammered, biting her lip again, eyes looking up, like they did when she was trying not to cry. 

“Hey,” Raymond said, alarm reaching critical levels as he reached out towards her. Rose turned her head to press into his shoulder, trembling as his arms wound around her. Squeezing her tighter against him, He petted at her hair, letting the soft brown curls twist against his fingers. 

Stretching out more on the couch, until Rose’s head was pillowed against his stomach, legs sprawled out in front of him, Raymond continued to stroke her hair as she sniffled.  

“Rose,” he said when she’d finally grown quiet, shivering ceasing. “What did Carrow do?”

Clearing her throat, she sniffled wetly before speaking.

“I started off with just small stuff, you know. And then…and then over time it got worse,” she seemed to shrink in on herself as she spoke, and Raymond was tempted to gather her up into his chest and never let her go. “And then one night, he put his hands around my throat and, um, um–” her voice broke off at the end and he hugged her close, protectively, kissing her temple and shushing her and telling her that it was okay.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, nuzzling at her, shifting until he was spooning behind her, arm wrapped firmly around her waist while his body curled over hers. “I’m so sorry.”

Rose shrugged. “It was a long time ago,” chewing on the side of her mouth, she frowned. “I think that it was seeing those bruises on her throat…it just reminded me of when that happened. I’m okay,” she clarified. “It just…rattled me more than I thought it would.”

He kissed the top of her head, murmuring affectionately, while also filing away a mental note not to send Rose to question or get statements from strangulation victims. At least not alone. Craning her head around, arm raising to stroke the side of his face, she smiled guiltily.

“Sorry.”

“No, no, don’t be sorry,” he kissed her slowly, breaking away only for Rose to laugh shakily and try in vain to wipe off the black lipstick smudges he probably had all over himself. 

Letting his forehead rest against hers, he let his eyes lower, thumb stroking the skin on her side. 

“I’m glad that you’re okay. That you got away from him.”

“Mm. Me too,” she chuckled, already, to his relief, beginning to sound more like her old self. He snuggled back down against her, not having any inclinations of letting her go for a good long while.

“Do you want me to find him?” stretching his head down, his lips just barely brushed over her jaw as he spoke the words.

“And do what?” Rose asked, eyebrow raising. “Kill him?”

“The idea is quite tempting at the moment.”

Her fingers massaged the nape of his neck, making him sigh, eyes fluttering closed. “I haven’t even got the slightest idea where he could be. With any luck, he’s already timed out at the bottom of a ditch somewhere.”

“Mm,” he purred at the mental image and Rose laughed.

“You’re bent.”

“You’re the one who suggested it.”

She just hummed, settling down more comfortably against him. Fingers continuing to stroke along the exposed skin of her waist, where her shirt had ridden up, Raymond allowed the tension of the day to drain from his limbs.

And in his mind he made a promise, as firm and unwavering as a mountain, that no one would ever hurt Rose ever again.

Not as long as he had anything to say about it. 

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Stardust Reblog Challenge Masterlist

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

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

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

september fics

MCU

Bucky x Reader

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

Wedding Plans by @angrythingstarlight

Birthday Debriefing (Birthday!Reader) by @drabblewithfrannybarnes

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

Hungry by @mollygetssherlockcoffee

Personal Sessions (MMA!Bucky) by @angrythingstarlight

Scar tissue by @fandoms-writings

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

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

What makes a Woman by @motsdouxdejanie

With all my love by @summerofsnowflakes

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

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

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

Unnamed NSFW drabble (lumberjack!Bucky) by @angrythingstarlight

Unnamed Drabble (beefy lumberjack!Bucky) by @angrythingstarlight

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

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

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Logan Lucky

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

The Fantastic Four (2005 film)

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

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Once Upon a Time

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( JOSEPH QUINN )

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( JOE KEERY )

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[arosesstorm]

colin bridgerton serie 

ep six

words count: 1.5k            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 :)

Losing her seemed just the equivalent of losing sleep. 

Colin had been awake for three days and three nights now, tossing and turning in his bed until the light of dusk came to his rescue.

He had been so restless that he started to wonder why he let himself be a victim of her. 

Ha was in love with a woman who seemed to be in love with him as well, his sister was about to marry a prince and yet, the only thing that seemed to consume him at night was the thought of her leaving him, betraying him. 

Their friendship had grown so naturally that Colin felt absurd to even doubt it just for a stupid marriage; he had fallen in love and it was wrong of her to punish him for it. 

Growing up with her seemed more than fulfilling, when she stumbled into his life, on the staircase of his house, he couldn’t help but adore her. 

She shared the same love for love as Daphne and displayed some of the fierceness of Eloise, he really started to consider y/n as a sister when they were little. 

Then her debut season came, and he felt like she had grown so much overnight it just scared him. 

She was no longer a girl younger than him who passed her afternoons at his house, talking about her deepest fantasies to Daphne, she looked more like a woman. 

The child he knew was gone and he realized it only when he saw her enter the hall, all dressed in white for her debut day. 

Shockingly, he seemed to discover it with the ensamble of the ton. 

He knew her and it was crazy he did; he only realized it right there and then that it was absolutely crazy how much he knew y/n Dayton. 

He had learned all the things her smile could tell, the wrinkles of her eyes when it was genuine, the way she shifted uncomfortably when she was embarrassed, the way her chest heaved when she was lying. 

He knew her favorite book, how much she loved to read and how precious it was for her to have some alone-time. 

He understood her and learned to respect her time frames. 

He adored how smart she was yet how childish she seemed to behave. 

There was a full world inside that woman and Colin could only be mesmerized every time he stepped into it. 

He understood now her point, her childish manners, her drastic decisions: that’s how she was, that’s who she was. 

And he knew batter then not grant her wish. 

With a newfound fear, as he was laying awake for the fourth time in a week that night, he realized that that was not how a friendship should have felt. 

It was not a friend who made you lay awake at night, it was something more, something scarier, something that he never felt before. 

If she made him this weak, he knew what he had to do.

Dear Reader, this week brought us more than simple gossip, it brought us marriages. As this Author always supported, not even a Prince himself could steal Daphne’s Bridegerton heart when the Duke made sure to lock it up.  The couple was happy to announce their imminent marriage.  But this is not all.  The Bridgertons seemed to enjoy quite well the euphoria of a new wedding to the point where another member of the family got intoxicated as well. Colin Bridgerton now more than ever made clear his intentions with the Thompson girl; will he get through with it? Or just like Daphne, his heart is busy with someone else?  The bets are open. 

-From the Chronicles of Lady Whistledown 

The Bridgertons had just returned from the luncheon at the Shellington, when Anthony shoved Colin inside his studio. 

"What were you thinking?".

The younger brother looked pissed as he made his way to the armchair, sitting down. 

His older brother looked on the verge of a furious attack and Colin knew the only way to win was to play it calm. 

"What do you mean brother?" Colin asked. 

Anthony towered upon the younger, his face a mixture of disbelief and anger. 

"You think this is a joke? Poor mother was beside herself".

"Mother seems perfectly happy to me. She congratulated us". 

Anthony took a step back, he had to calm down a bit, then he spoke: "so, you compromised this young lady?" "certainly not, I am a gentleman" the younger barked. 

"Then why ever would you-" 

Colin looked exasperated "why does anyone marry, brother? For love, of course"

Anthony chuckled, "well then" he rested his hands on the desk "what about y/n?" 

Colin shifted uncomfortably on the chair "what about her?" 

"What does she think?" Anthony asked.

Colin’s features hardened when he spoke again:  "she made very clear she doesn’t support this union nor she will in the future".

Anthony chuckled "I wouldn’t have expected anything less".

Colin rose up from his seat as Anthony sat down behind his desk. 

"I" the younger spoke with such intensity you could spot fire in his eyes "expected that she and you would be by my side".

Anthony looked right at his brother "then you betray your immaturity!".

Colin took a breath, recomposing himself, as he finished: "if I caused Mother discomfort today, I am sorry. I shall speak with her". 

He was going to the door as he turned around: "truth is I do not require your permission to marry mrs Thompson, but I would very much prefer to have your blessing". 

When Anthony spoke again, he looked aged of at least a decade: "Then I am afraid I must disappoint you". 

Daphne's marriage had been intimate, reserved only to a close circle of friends and family in which the Daytons were included.

To y/n it did not seem exactly fair to see her friend walk down the aisle so anxiously. 

She knew Daphne’s true feelings and she could only hope she made them clear with the Duke as soon as possible. 

On the other side, seeing her dearest friend married off so soon… it made her wonder if she took the right decision, declining every offer that season.

But that was not the only pain she had to endure that day; Colin was only a couple seats in front of her and yet she knew he was oceans apart. 

She read that he proposed to Marina right after the Queen’s ball on the chronicles od Whistledown, and yet she couldn’t be surprised: she knew the boy, when he got something in mind… 

Oh! What a stubborn boy. 

It still didn’t feel right but at the moment she was way too angry to feel anything but. 

When Daphne made her way out the little church, y/n’s eyes met his for the first time that day. 

There was something different in them, the light had extinguished, they were flat, lifeless. 

When he turned around again, she understood he was angry, hands continuously adjusting his waistcoat. 

Colin Bridgerton was good at hiding his emotions, something else the two were different about. 

If feelings poured through y/n’s lips, fell from her eyes and played with her tongue; Colin kept them private, hidden. 

Learning to be complementary meant that he helped her refrain the flood of feelings, leaving room for him to breath, while she learned to understand all those subtle ways in which he showed his feelings. 

One being the continuous fixing of his appearance. 

It drove her mad how good he was with emotions, how collected and in control he always looked; it was one of the things she liked the most about him since emotions tended to control her instead. 

This time around tho she seemed way too collected, fact that seemed to scare him off more than anything. 

She was really convinced that that was it, that he soon was to be married, and her shortly after, and all those moments spent laughing on her balcony were lost and gone. 

She really was his half, why would she do something so cruel to him?

 

"I’mma write you all" Daphne breathed, the carriage ready to take her away. 

She hugged tightly every member of her family until she stopped in front of her friend, her little brother by her side as her mother let go of her shoulders. 

"And you" she breathed "I’m gonna miss you so much". 

Y/n wrapped Daphne in a tight hug, "tell him" she whispered in her ear, Daphne’s eyes shining as she muttered in her’s: "you too". 

And then she was gone; their childhood spent together following her closely behind, together with her dreams, and y/n’s too, as she was left wondering: what did Daphne mean?

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Dangerous Curves

Pairing: Dayton White X F!Reader

Prompt: Dayton loves to rile you up going fast over around the curves on date night.

A/N: Just a little something to get the creative juices flowing.

“Why are you grabbing at the handle like that?” Dayton asked after flicking his eyes from the road to you and back.

“I don’t care how many times you take me this way I will never not fear for my life. Especially when you’re going…” you lean over to read the speedometer closer, “Eighty. Around the curves.”

“Darling, I am a professional driver.” He reminded her “I race for a living. You think I can’t handle a few curves in the road?” He questioned like always as he handled them with ease shifting the gears up and down as he comes to and out of the curves.

“How could I ever forget.” you sassed him with a roll of your eyes. “I don’t care how many circles you can make on a track, this is different.” Your argument was always the same, you could predict what he would say next.

“Ah yes, because going 200 mph in a circle with forty people chasing you is less dangerous than 80 on a curvy road… by yourself.”

He was coming up on the hairpin turn – one he was always waiting for the last possible second to decelerate and take at a slower speed.

“Don’t remind me.” you mumbled under your breath, your eyes grew bigger as he approached the turn, the road disappearing from sight. “DAYTON!’ you screamed clenching your fist around the handle.

He laughed. LAUGHED. Before pushing down on the break and shifting to slow the death trap. You held your breath as he turned the wheel, your body leaning towards him involuntarily and back to its upright position as the steering wheel straightened in front of him. Blowing out the air from your chest, you slapped his arm.  

“Do you have to do that everytime?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because it gets you all hot and bothered thinking your life is flashing before your eyes. Why do you think I always have sex after a race?”

Your mouth falls slightly and your doe eyes grow bigger. Shocked. “I do not get all…”

He's looking at you with his stupid little smirk, head cocked slightly as he watches you rub your thighs together and raises an eyebrow as if to say ‘Want to try that again?’

“Oh shut up!’

“I didn’t say anything.” he holds his free hand up in defense.

“You didn’t have to, your face gives everything away, asshole.” adjusting in your seat to look out the window over the cliff at the view close to your home.

“I may be an asshole, but I am your asshole.” he chimes as he speeds up happily knowing he gets to prove his point –and enjoy your curves– when he pulls into the drive in just 5 minutes.

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[dreamlessinparis]

Don't Trust a Pretty Face

Pairing: Frank(EB) x Serial!Killer!F!Reader x Dayton White

Word Count: 3749

Summary: When Reader finds herself in a sticky situation, she finds refuge with a friendly stranger and his equally hot friend

Warning: Mentions of blood and drugging, Mention of murder and clean up, threesome (mmf), rimming, smut, 18+, deceit, manipulation, oral, handjob, fluff, Frank and Dayton kissing, nicknames, cum play, slightly dom reader

A/N: This is part of my serial killer AU, and this was a fun one because instead of reader going through it, she’s making men go through some pain. Thank you to @jobean12-blog for looking this over and hyping me up, love you❤️ All mistakes are still my own.

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Dividers by the lovely @firefly-graphics

Blood coated your fingertips and you grabbed the man's shirt to clean them off. The man, with some fancy name like Charles Dupont III or something, laid dead in the shambles of the glass coffee table. You couldn't even remember this man's name; they all seemed to blur together after a while.

Nothing had gone right this evening. Your usual routine of drugging the man and killing him with an injection, had gone completely awry when the drugs didn't knock him out like they should have. And when he’d attacked you, there was nothing you could do aside from take drastic measures. He had to die.

You had to get out of there. Collecting all your items, you rushed out of the room. There was nothing to do but run. You couldn't believe this. Everything you'd fought to achieve, all down the drain because of one mistake.

The city air was frigid and crisp when you finally burst out of the hotel. The chill licked at your exposed skin, your coat still draped over your arm. In the haste of things you hadn't had a chance to put it on. 

Not fully paying attention to your surroundings, you ran into someone. His arms grabbed your waist before you could fall backward. You took in the handsome man. A kind smile danced on his plush lips. He had a scruffy beard, and fluffy hair that made you want to run your fingers through. There was a light of hope in his eyes that you hadn't seen in a long time. Those eyes began to grow worried the more he took you in. Your bloody clothes, your wild eyes, your disarrayed appearance. He cupped your face tilting your head to the side looking at the bleeding gash on your forehead.

"Are you okay?" He asked. The worry in his voice was genuine and you saw your way out of this mess.

It was a hidden talent of yours to be able to cry on command. Came in handy since men could rarely say no to a crying woman. 

You shook your head, tears pooling in your eyes. "I…I got a-attacked," you mumbled out, "I had to defend myself and I-." The sentence hung in the air. Your hand trembled as you toyed with a string on your coat.

"Okay, okay, breathe," the sweet stranger said, grabbing your coat out of your hands and pulling it over your shoulders, “Let's get out of the street. My friend Dayton lives nearby; we can get you cleaned up there."

You nodded, snuggling into him as he put his arm around your shoulder. He began to lead you through the busy city streets. The cars passing by; groups of people laughing as they walked by.  

The stranger was warm and you subconsciously burrowed into him, "What's your name?" you inquired, realizing you didn't know. You’d just blindly chosen to trust the handsome stranger . He wasn't truly not a threat to you with the switchblade in your bra and the other one in your jacket pocket. But you had learned a long time ago not to trust a pretty face. Why was this man any different?

He let out a boyish laugh. "That would have been wise, introducing myself. I'm sorry, the blood sidetracked me, I'm Frank."

"Frank." You repeated his name, testing it on your tongue.

"And you are?"

"Oh I don't tell my name to strangers. It's not safe. " You winked at him and he let out another laugh, clearly amused by this.

"Mind if I give you a nickname then?" Frank asked, tucking you closer into his side. He seemed to look past the fact that you were covered in blood or maybe he thought you were still shaken up and wanted to distract you.

Either way, you wrapped an arm around his waist, resting your head on his shoulder. "Go ahead. Call me whatever you want."

"I'm going to think about it. Letcha know what I come up with."

You nodded,ducking your head to hide your smile, "I look forward to it."

He came to a halt in front of an apartment complex and punched in the code, buzzing you two in. "How close are you two?"

"He's my best friend. We've known each other for years, " Frank grabbed your hand and together you went up the three flights of stairs up to the apartment.

Dayton wasn't home so Frank let you in, giving you supplies to shower, making sure to clean out your wound first. The electricity rippled through the air as he stood between your legs with you sitting on the counter. His nimble fingers were gentle and careful as he cleaned and dressed your gash. You wanted to touch him, a weird yearning that you hadn't had in a long time. You gripped the counter tightly to hide the fact. But the thick sexual tension was waning on you and just as it had become paper thin, he was finished. With a kind smile and a soft kiss on the bandage, he left the room, giving you some privacy. 

You hopped down and glanced into the mirror. Realization dawned on you. There was a dead man in that hotel room. No one would find him until morning but with your knight in shining armor and his friend, it would be hard for you to leave to cover up your tracks.

Turning on the faucet, you cupped some water to splash your face with. Careful to avoid your bandage. Your mind was racing at full speed while your body was on autopilot. Scrubbing the mascara and dried blood from your cheeks and running a washcloth under water for the rest. Every way out was impossible, you were on the fifth floor and the open floor plan wouldn't let you reach the door or the fire escape without detection.

There was a thud as your head fell forward onto the glass, regretting it instantly when your wound throbbed. You shut off the faucet and looked up. "You got this,"you told yourself. "This is not how you will be stopped. You have more to accomplish."

Digging into your pocket, you withdrew your phone. It rang twice before Bucky picked up. "Hello?"

" Buck, I need your help."

"What happened?" You heard some shuffling and Bucky told someone he'd be right back. "Okay I'm back. Are you alright?"

"A John got out of hand. I killed him but I was shaken up so I went out for a smoke. Ran into some guy," You paused to take a breath. You moved the phone to cradle between your cheek and shoulder, "Anyways I had to pretend I'd been hurt and needed rescuing. So I couldn't go back to the scene to tidy up or make it an accident."

"Did anyone hurt you?"

"No, Bucky, I'm fine," you lied, lightly brushing your fingers over your wound and feeling the bruises that you knew were forming all over your body. "I just need a clean up crew." Bucky sighed in relief. "Of course ducky, I'll send Curtis right over, text me the address." 

You slipped out of your clothes and turned on the shower. Curiosity took over and you began to search through the cabinets while the water warmed up. This Dayton guy was a health nut and apparently very attuned with skincare. Such expensive brands. "Thanks Bucky. Will you send me confirmation?"

"Of course. Take care of yourself. You know I worry about my little prodigy."

"Oh shut up," you laughed, "Only woman you don't hate right?" 

"Well…"

Bucky!" you exclaimed, pretending to sound shocked. Honestly you were happy because that would mean he found someone and for Bucky that was huge. For years you had wondered if maybe you and him would have something but he was too much like a brother to you.

"Her name is Bunny and she's even crazier than you, little ducky." You could practically hear the heart eyes in his voice. It bit a little to know she's crazier than you but you were happy for him.

"That's great, Buck. You'll have to introduce us one day."

"We'll see. She's rather possessive sometimes. Anyways send me the text,and I'll get that done."

You  laughed and told him goodbye before hanging up. After shooting the text, you stepped into the shower. Now that everything was taken care of, you felt yourself relax beneath the stream of water.

Changing into the oversized shirt that Frank left you, you took a moment to glance at your phone. A huff of relief blew out at the awaiting text. Bucky had handled the situation. Now all you had to do was focus on the men in the other room. You could hear their chatter from here. Sounded like they were having a blast.

Wrapping your arms around yourself, you walked into the main area. Frank sat on the couch with a beer in his hand. Next to him was a handsome man with messy brown hair. He wore a white tee shirt and some sweats. There was a racing helmet on the dining room table and somehow that made him so much more attractive.

Their conversation ceased when Frank caught sight of you "Ah there's the pretty wildflower I was telling you about, Dayton. Wildflower! That's it!" Frank was so excited that you couldn't help smiling. "I'm gonna call you Wildflower!"

"I like it. Suits her, "Daylon winked, taking a swig of his beer. You ducked your head, trying to appear abashed. Or maybe it wasn't really acting with the way the butterflies fluttering around in your stomach.

Dayton reached out a hand to you when you got closer. You grabbed it, allowing him to help you step over his leg and sit down between the two men. "Are you doing alright? Frank told me what happened?" Dayton asked, reaching out, cupping your cheek. 

You found yourself leaning into it. There was a weird warm feeling spreading in the pit of your stomach. It had been a long time since you had felt safe in the presence of men. Safe enough that you had left your knives in the other room. Hopefully, you won't regret it. "I'm alright. Thank you."

"Want anything to drink?" Frank asked, and you nodded, pointing to the beer in his hands. He smiled. Slapping his knees, he stood up and headed to the fridge. You couldn't help watching his tight ass in those jeans. Tearing your eyes away, you turned back to Dayton, His bright blue eyes were easy to fall into. He gave you a sweet smile that you quickly returned

"I left my bloody clothes in a bag in the bathroom. But I will take them with me when I leave." you reassured him, needing something to break this soft trance you were falling into. 

"You're fine, darling. Important thing is that you're okay." Frank returned, handing you the beer. You took a long sip, feeling the liquid bubble down your throat. You pulled your legs up, and smirked when both men eyed your bare skin. Crossing them criss-cross applesauce, you made sure the large t-shirt covered your panties. "Do you need anything else?" Frank asked, resting his hand lightly on your knee. 

 "Well I should head home at some point," you voiced. It was a true fact but you didn't want to leave. However you had to keep up the shaken up act and ease into wanting to jump both their bones.

 "Home... that's true. We should take you home." Frank said, rubbing circles on your

skin.

"I do have a spare bedroom," Dayton offered, "You could spend the night."

"Oh? I could do that. You know… what I truly need is..."

"What is that, Wildflower?" Frank leaned in a bit. You felt Dayton also shift closer. You probably shouldn't do this but two gorgeous willing men seemed too good to pass up. 

"You two could help me forget about my awful night." You licked your lips, and closed the distance, moving forward. Frank smirked, sealing your lips together. His hands grabbed your hips and you were hauled onto his lap.

Straddling Frank, you grounded your hips down, groaning at the feel of his cock against your core. Dayton scooted even closer, trailing kisses down your neck and pulling at the shirt collar to bare your shoulder. His hand slid down your back, palming your ass. Your hand reached out to card through his lush hair.

Frank's tongue explored your mouth and you let him, enjoying the feel of someone else taking over. Dayton's calloused hand slipped beneath your shirt. The contact sending goosebumps up your skin. His touch was like a flame licking up your spine. 

You detached from the kiss, gasping. A sharp intake of breath and Dayton's lips replaced Frank'

Frank's hands grappled at your shirt until your breasts were exposed. Dayton swallowed your desperate moan as Frank flicked his tongue over your hard nipple, tugging it into his mouth. He was so good with his mouth, that you got even more heated at the mere thought of him between your thighs.

The heated makeout session led to a line of clothes trailing to the bedroom. Frank carried you the whole way with Dayton following quickly behind.

Your body bounced on the bed when Frank tossed you down. Sitting up on your elbows, you watched both men undress. Dayton's body was more defined than Frank, which by no means made Frank any less mouthwatering. It was just clear that Dayton was serious about his workout regimen. Dayton undressed fully first, climbing into bed on your right side. 

He cradled your face, slotting his lips over yours. Careful to avoid pressing on your wound. The kiss was gentle yet building. His tongue ran along your bottom lip asking for permission. Another thing you weren't used to; having men take it slow enough to gauge your reaction. Up until this point in life, men treated you like a toy there for their pleasure. 

Tongues tangled together, hands roamed bodies, and the room felt hotter by the minute. Dayton pulled away to yank the shirt over your head. You took the time to seek out Frank, who had slotted himself between your legs. He gave you a mischievous look, running his hands over your inner thighs. Waiting for you to him to stop. You gave a soft nod and he winked at you, not hesitating to push aside the gullet of your panties and dive in. Your head fell back with a long wailing keen. 

"Mhmm, tastes so fucking sweet," Frank groaned, collecting some of your slick with his fingers and holding it up to Dayton, "Have a taste, man."

Dayton wrapped his lips around his fingers, sucking lewdly and letting out an appreciative hum, "Just like honey."

Frank's  tongue seemed to leave nothing untouched, expertly lapping through your folds, and circling your clit. You actually jumped when he wrapped his lips around the sensitive button, surprised he found it. The tightening in your abdomen was already starting and he'd barely done anything. His mouth fully covered your pussy and began feverishly eating you out. Your back remained arched, unable to relax. The sensations racing through your body made it hard to.

Dayton ducked his head, catching a nipple between his teeth. He bit down slightly before pulling it out. He kissed his way around the hard bud, nibbling and marking the soft skin. His hand kneading the other one.

Your hand was tangled in Frank's hair, tugging on it for support. He was quickly on his way to unraveling you, with only his tongue. A simultaneous hard suck from both of them sent the dam crashing down. Your vision went white, tingles erupting all over and you must have blacked out because the next thing you knew Dayton was positioned between your legs and Frank was lounging beside you.

 Dayton's fingers were so slowly fucking your fluttering hole. He was stroking your walls, like he was seeking something

"Fuck!" you exclaimed when he brushed over that sweet spot.

"That the spot, baby?" Dayton curved his finger, finding it again. You hummed, not finding the right words.

"She's so responsive." Frank's tone was inquiring as he trailed his fingers over your breasts, teasing down your torso. Feather light touches. "So Soft." 

"She's so tight," Dayton groaned as you clenched around him, "I need her wrapped around my cock."

"That's why I'm in high demand, gentlemen," you teased, shutting your eyes in bliss, head falling onto the pillow. Your hand moved across the sheets, finding just what you were searching for. Fingers wrapped around Frank's cock. He hissed softly in your ear, hand grabbing your breast instinctively. 

You pumped him gently, smearing the precum over the tip to ease the movement. Your head twisted to the left, and he kissed you hard. Both of you letting out soft noises against each other's lips.

Dayton's fingers disappeared, leaving you empty. Your sound of protest was cut off by his cock replacing them. You spread your legs wider, allowing him room to push in. He was taking his time but you weren't sure if it was because he was teasing you or trying not  to hurt you.

You bit Frank's lip and pulled away to catch Dayton's eye. "Fuck me like you mean it Dayton. I'm not made of glass."

His eyes darkened with lust and he gave up on his slow pace. Grabbing your hips, he snapped his hips forward, rolling them to create friction and pulled out, repeating the movement, this time faster. "Good boy." You reached up to stroke his cheek with the praise. 

You released Frank and told him to kneel above your head. Like Dayton, he was quick to take initiative. Once Frank was close enough, you grabbed his shaft. tugging him gently forward until you reach his balls. A choked guttural moan fell from his lips when you lathed his balls, using your hand to jerk him off at the same time. Sucking and showering his smooth sacs with attention. They felt nice and heavy on your tongue and you pulled one into your mouth, nuzzling into the base of his cock as you did. His musky manly scent was intoxicating and you found yourself wanting more. Getting wetter and clenching around Dayton. You knew you could spend hours down here, working to ruin Frank.

Dayton grabbed your thighs, pushing them up to your chest. The new angle made you choke on your own spit, letting out strangled moans. His hips snapped faster, making you see stars. Your focus was deterred for a moment, releasing his ball with a pop. But the whiny needy sound Frank made had you gripping his cock tighter, working him faster. You lightly scraped your teeth over the heavy balls hanging in your face. Licking over the spots to soothe the bite.

You doubled down on drawing destroyed sounds from Frank. Dayton's hands digging into your skin harder, and he also began quickening his pace. His thumb found your clit, rubbing small tight circles.

Your second orgasm was cresting, ready to spill at any moment but you weren't done yet.  You arched your neck, replacing your tongue with your free hand, and continued licking up towards his puckered hole . Frank wasn't expecting this but seemed to like when he felt your tongue trailing that way. He scooted forward , straddling your head.

"Oh my God, fuck!"

Frank's moan filled the room as you prodded the hole, swirling the tip of your tongue over the puckered rim. Licking it in flicking motions. Blowing on it lightly and Frank shivered above you. The hand cupping his balls, moved to his thigh and you dug your nails in, arching your neck to get a better angle. "Feels so good, don't stop, Wildflower."

You speared your tongue, pushing against the muscle. Frank's sounds were so sweet as you began to tongue fuck his ass. Your hand working in time with your tongue. His balls tightened against your chin and just as he came, Dayton pinched your clit, setting off your orgasm. Washing over you in a hot wave. "That's a good girl," Dayton praised, "so fucking tight. I'm not gonna last with you milking me like this."

Frank's cum painted your abdomen and mound, hot and sticky. You jerked him until he was completely spent. Dayton's orgasm followed closely after yours, fluttering around him and he pulled out, shooting onto your abdomen, combining with Frank's. 

Both men fell exhaustedly besides you, snuggling closer. "Fuck that was amazing," Frank huzzled into your neck. You felt Dayton nod against your shoulder, "Better than anything I've experienced before."

"Mhmm. Looks like you boys made quite a mess," you clicked your tongue, dipping your finger through the mixed cream, and popping it in your mouth. Their heads raised to watch the action and you felt thrilled that they fell for the bait. "I think it's only fair that you clean it up.

'Yes ma'am," Frank said in a breathless tone.

"Anything you want, " Dayton agreed, already shifting so he could lap at the sticky substance. Frank following his lead.

You propped yourself up to get a better view. There was something powerful and enthralling about watching these men licking their own cum off your skin.

"Such good boys. Make sure you get it all." Neither man looked up until they had gotten every last drop. Only then did they glance up at you, two pairs of different shades of blue, waiting for your next instructions. You felt your pussy clench, getting excited over the fact that they were willing to let you be in control. "Seal it with a kiss, babes."

You kept your face neutral as they took in your words. Dayton leaned in first but Frank closed the distance. It wasn't a tame first kiss. No, this was downright filthy, 'I've been wanting to do this for years' kind of kiss. Watching them had you soaked and needing more. Your body however was far too tired for that. As soon as they pulled aparted, you reached for them, so you would all rest on the pillows. You kissed one then the other praising them on how good they did before burying yourself in a cocoon of their warmth. 

Come morning you'd have to deal with what this all meant. Until then you were going to bask in the afterglow of this amazing night.

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[chaotictarlos]

Get to know my writing

Tagged by the lovely @shadesofdeviant

What is your total posted word count on AO3? 335017

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[georgiapeach30513]

Got A Secret, Part 4

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

Pairings:  Dayton White X Reader, Nick Vaughan X Reader

Rating:  mild

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

Word Count:  2.9K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics​

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Dayton, why is Nick Vaughan here?”

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

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

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

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

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

“What is going on?”

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You forget, you cheated on me.”

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

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

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

“I can’t do this right now.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[usafphantom2]

The XB-70 Valkyrie had an extremely large airframe; the YF-12 was not small, being 107 feet long. But if you compared the two, the Blackbird looked small.

The Mach 3 rivalry between the YF-12 and the XB-70.

North American Rockwell made the first Mach 3 bomber (Although the six-engine Valkyrie could only dash to Mach 3 due to aero heating and not cruising at that speed).

Their public relations firm was advertising every place they could about how their airplane could fly higher and faster than anyone could before.

On the other side of Edwards Air Force Base (AFB), the YF-12 Blackbird kept its secrets near and dear. The YF-12 was a variant of the A-12 with a backseat for the missile launch controller

The YF-12s took the seventh through ninth slots on the A-12 assembly line; these were designated as YF-12A high-altitude Mach 3 interceptors.

The main changes involved modifying the A-12’s nose by cutting back the chines to accommodate the vast Hughes AN/ASG-18 fire-control radar initially developed for the XF-108 with two infrared search and track sensors embedded in the chine leading edge and the addition of the second cockpit for a crew member to operate the fire control radar for the air-to-air missile system. This airframe could easily fly Mach 3.

As told by Donn A. Byrnes and Kenneth D. Hurley in their book Blackbird Rising: Birth of an Aviation Legend, they were both being tested at Edwards AFB at the same time, so naturally, they hung out at the same bar after work. One of the local watering holes was called Hernandez Hideaway.

YF-12 test pilots often flew at Mach 3 more often than the XB-70 would do in a lifetime.

Jim Eastham had just enough of the bragging he heard daily about the XB-70. Eastham was a Lockheed test pilot who had already flown the A-12 and was now flying the YF-12.

One evening at the bar, Al White of the XB-70 program was raving about his high Mach numbers when Eastham couldn’t stand it any longer. He turned to White and said, “Al, we do more Mach 3 time in a single YF-12 mission than you guys have flown in your entire program.” 😆

Al looked at Jim, and without missing a beat, he said, “Yes that’s true, Jim, but we lose pieces that are bigger than what you fly!!😳

The XB 70 is a fascinating-looking airplane. I never tire of looking at pictures of it. When I went to the Air Force Museum, I was able to see both of them parked near each other inside the museum. It is so worth the trip to Dayton, Ohio, to see, the only remaining XB- 70 and the only remaining YF- 12. In another building, you can see the SR 71 it was parked near the B 58 and the B 47. I was so excited. I had to call my Dad and talk to him about the three airplanes that he flew.

Written by Linda Sheffield

Art by Peter Chilelli

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[angelbaby-fics]

you're invited to my birthday picnic!

what?

to celebrate my birthday (july 1), steve rogers's birthday (july 4), and today's birthday boy sebastian stan, i've decided to open requests for mini cg x reader blurbs! i'll try to fulfill as many requests as possible!!

when?

august 13-16!!

how?

simply send in a character and a situation/prompt and i'll write a 100-150 word blurb! i've included a list of characters i'll write for below!!

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The One About The Sexist Flag

CW: discussion of sexism, happy ending

A Guest Introduction

Hi! I’m Steven’s girlfriend. Well, one of them. grin Let me try to set the scene here so that Steven can tell you in his own words what happened. And the reason I’m introducing this post is because Steven was just gonna let it lie, and not blog about this… thing that happened earlier this week because he didn’t want to sound like he was grabbing attention for himself. I told him that I thought this is exactly the kind of post that needs to be written, though I agree absolutely with Steven’s reasons for not wanting to sound like he was virtue signaling. You wanna blame somebody? Cool. Blame me, cause hey, isn’t that what the patriarchy does anyway with “if you were dressed like that you were asking for it” and let’s not forget about shaming parents breastfeeding their kids in public, cause yeesh, who wants to see titties on display if they’re not solely about the male gaze? So we compromised. I asked if I wrote the intro paragraphs, would he follow it up from where I step out of the story? He agreed, and I’m going to turn the floor over to him after I set the scene for you. (It is, after all, his blog.)

Steven is a pretty standard issue middle aged white dude with silvery hair and definitive dad bod. This is important to note, ‘cause if elder Gen-X dudes can “get it”, friends, then there’s some folks who absolutely need to step up their game. I’m not saying knocking on a random stranger’s door is everyone’s cup of tea, and in fact, I was too scared to be in close proximity to even watch what happened up close and personal, but for the 3 college age girls who had gathered with me on the sidewalk asking what was happening, and myself (middle aged and feminine-ish presenting)? This man is who I want as an ally.

So there I was, minding my own business while walking through a city block of housing that is just off the University of Dayton campus, in the student housing - that isn’t (to my knowledge) University owned - and I spotted the flag in the photo. Apparently, “show me your tits” is an oft-cried heckle towards female comedians from rando dudes in the audience. I’m pleased to say that Amy Schumer kicked a guy out who did that at her show, and frustrated as heck to also say that of course she got slammed for it on the internet, along with a fair amount of comments shaming her body. Weirdly, though, I can’t find any mention on the internet of a spate of male comics being heckled with “show us your dick!” by audience members. That’s because this flag represents the epitome of male privilege, the idea that the objectification of women is perfectly acceptable, and a whole lot of other things I’m not going to spend time unpacking, because I’ve done more than my share just by existing. What I did do though was take a photo of it. What I did do is share it on social media because as much as I’d like to hope that the human behind it never gets so much as a pity lay in their life again… what I want to come out of it is an object lesson on how folks can be better allies in general. What would be even neater though, is if this particular human ends up getting a respectful lesson that makes such an impression that said human is in Steven’s place in another 25 years, knocking on a random stranger’s door and… well… this is where I step out of the story, and wait, with 3 college aged girls a block down the street, watching what happened.

Should I Flash 'Em?

Steven again. When she showed me the picture, my first thought was that I should probably flash my breasts at the guys when they answered the door. That sort of strategy -- playing against a bully's homophobia -- has worked for me before. But I don't like reinforcing other prejudices, even while pushing back on one. So as I walked up to the duplex, I decided to try a different approach. "Hey," I said to the male college student who answered the door. "That y'all's flag there?" I pointed to the "Show Me Your Boobs" flag that flew right in the middle of the duplex's divided porch. "No." He didn't seem sure yet if he felt more confused, annoyed, or threatened. He gestured with a game controller. "I think it's theirs on the other side." Dammit, I thought. I'd already tried that door, and nobody had answered. I adapted what I was going to say. "That's a shame," I said. "I was gonna tell them about OnlyFans and Pornhub, it's really much easier to see tits there than to put out a flag." I let out a half-chuckle. "Still, if I were you, I'd be pretty pissed off that was hanging up where I was living. I wouldn't want chicks thinking I was the sexist asshole." I saw "okay, boomer" flash across his expression. "After all," I said as I turned to walk away, "I'd think having that flag up would pretty much guarantee nobody in this building is getting laid." I waved, stepping off the porch. "You do you! Have a good one!"

Stupid Flag, Big Problem

There's three things I want to mention. First, yes, I was deliberately crass to keep the interaction "joking" instead of coming at them as hostile. Second, yes, I made an assumption that the person putting up that flag was both male and heterosexual. The odds do lean that way, but if they'd been female or LGBTQIA+, that would not have changed how wrong it was. That's because of the third, and most important thing: There were more than a few young women {2} on the street right there who were actually worried -- even scared -- because I was going up to the house at all. Women who had to be on that street every day, because that is where they, friends, or classmates live. It was not just social anxiety. The existence of that flag communicated "threat" to them, no matter the intent of the person who hung it. They felt threatened where they and their friends live. And that is just not okay.

Free Speech And All That

You can absolutely argue that those tenants -- they are living in student rental housing -- have a first amendment right to their "Show Us Your Boobs" flag, and you'd be right. Oh, it's a sexist microagression, but I don't think it is illegal. Hang it inside the house all they want to. But hanging it outside is mean. So I thought for a bit. One goes to college to learn. One lesson the University of Dayton students who put up that flag haven't learned is that free speech can come with consequences. They hadn't learned it yet, anyway. But perhaps they will today. I contacted that student's landlord, Leo's Quality Student Rentals. (Seriously, you should look at the inside of some of these buildings, like this one. It's absolutely gorgeous.) They knew exactly what building I was talking about before I finished describing it. The landlord told me they'd previously spoken to the tenants about it, and added that if they couldn't get the tenants to take the flag down today, they'd have their handyman go by and take it down. Those students expressed their right to free speech to be sexist asshole bullies. I exercised mine to say something about the bullies. Maybe those students will feel persecuted. Ganged up on. Even harassed by "the woke police." But then I think of all the other people on that street, the ones who constantly felt threatened and harassed. I remember that they were the ones harassing everyone on their street. I remember the paradox of tolerance, and I don't feel bad for them at all. {1} Creepily, it was unlocked, the TV was on, and there were even keys visible on a table from the doorway. I did not investigate further. {2} Female-appearing and/or female-presenting. Featured Photo by Markus Spiske on Unsplash Read the full article

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