𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

surprises, surprises (dayton white)

challenge: the other guys writing contest by ​ @baezen

prompt: "that's not what i meant and you know it."

pairing: dayton white x reader

words: 1,156 words

warnings: mostly fluff, implied smut, swearing, and drinking

summary: you have been accepting and understanding of dayton's schedule ever since he recovered from his accident and started his career back up. however, today is not your day, but there's a surprise that awaits you when your boyfriend comes home.

Your favorite time of the day was any time you got to spend with Dayton White. The two of you had started dating early in his racing career, but after his accident, he had a bit more time to spend with you. Thank God he was getting his career back on the road, literally, and racing again, even if he was being sponsored by that douchebag of an energy drink-selling man. Though you knew that training for the Coca-Cola 600 would take more time away from you, you knew he was happy, which made you happy. Seeing him smiling was all worth it.

However, this particular morning, you were not having it.

"Please, just stay in and cuddle with me, I swear it'll only be for ten more minutes." You glanced at the clock on the bedside table next to you, where it read 5:30. "Make that thirty more minutes." You tried to put on your biggest pout and puppy eyes, looking up at the man who was already, sadly, putting clothes on.

Your boyfriend of five years just chuckled at you. "Darlin', I'm sorry but you know the race is in a week, so it's very important that I stay on top of my schedule." Dayton smiled at your upset face, because you were just too goddamn cute. Technically, he was supposed to have already gone on his five mile run, but some late night activities in bed had caused him to be exhausted more than normal. "I'm already running a bit late, but I promise that once the race is over, I'll have a surprise for you."

And he did. Though Dayton was only the ripe age of 27 at the time, he had been irrevocably in love with you since your fourth date. And technically, at that point you had been "dating" for six months, as his schedule was absolutely unpredictable and hectic. He bought the ring three years ago, and was waiting for the right time to propose. Having you stick with him for the past year, even through his last racing accident that put him out of a job for a while, he knew you were it for him.

Back to the present, you knew he had to go, but your over dramatic self felt the utmost betrayal. "Okay," you tried your best to guilt trip him, "I guess it's okay." Dayton smirked at your statement, knowing full well of your intentions. He pulled his socks on, then walked from the closet to you, wrapped in blankets to peck you on the lips.

"Thank you for your permission, baby." He said. You pulled him in again very quickly for another kiss. "Okay, I love you, I've gotta go now." Another kiss. "Really Y/N, last one." Rolling your eyes, you gave him one final kiss and let him go. As he walked out of your shared bedroom, he glanced over his shoulder to send you a wink. Giggling, you snuggled back under the covers, ready to sleep in like a normal person does on a Saturday morning.

The next time you woke up, it was already 10:30 and you felt absolutely exhausted. Recently you had started getting sick, or you thought so, as you woke up every morning tired and your head pounding. Standing up, you went to the sink to wash your face. You looked in the mirror, seeing your slightly disgruntled reflection.

It wasn't as if you weren't getting enough sleep. Dayton definitely wore you out nearly every night, besides the week before his race. Ugh, the race. Your boyfriend always swore off alcohol, sugar, and sex for a week before his races. This regularly frustrated you a bit, but adding onto your already dampened mood, it was absolutely unacceptable.

You threw on one of Dayton's sweatshirts, walking out of the room slightly upset and tired. In the kitchen, you grabbed a wine glass, and poured yourself a nice glass of whiskey. You had a strange habit of drinking strong drinks out of dainty glasses, but your boyfriend found it amusing when you would take down a glass of vodka in one go. Deciding to just take the bottle of whiskey with you, your feet dragged you to the couch where you decided you would spend the rest of the day. Putting on The Office, you got tipsy and dozed off to the sounds from the television.

Dayton entered his home at six o'clock on the dot, waiting to hear your voice or footsteps. When he got nothing, he slipped his sneakers off and groaned. He was sore, both from the previous night's activities and the brutal workout he had that day. He trudged over to the living room where he leaned against the wall and smiled seeing your sleeping form. As he made his way towards you, he noticed the half empty bottle of whiskey and snorted, though he was also worried about your health. Yeah, he had noticed your constant tiredness and how you always seemed sluggish. He shook your shoulder, rousing you from your sleep.

"Hi baby, I'm home." You sleepily opened your eyes, noticing your handsome boyfriend, then the darkening sky outside. Then you started giggling. And you could. Not. Stop. Dayton's eyes widened, as that was not the response he was expecting.

When you finally spoke, it confirmed his suspicions that you were still a bit tipsy. "Welcome home, baby!" You hiccuped. He rolled his eyes affectionately, and hooked his arms under your body to pick you up bridal style. You removed your arm from the confines of his hold to smack his ass quickly and laughed.

"That's it, I'm taking you to bed." He started walking up the stairs of their house to get to the bedroom.

"My, my, Day, I like the way you think, but at least take me on a date first." He chuckled at your words, and as much as he would've liked to take you to bed in that way, you were tipsy and he had to abstain because of his upcoming race.

"We've been dating for five years, but that's not what I meant and you know it." He laid you down on the bed, then left to take a quick shower. When he returned, damp hair and boxers on, you were already fast asleep. He slid in right next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you closer. Right as he was about to fall asleep, he heard your hushed voice.

"I love you, Day." He smiled against your hair and waited for your next words, but all he heard was your soft breathing. And just like that, he couldn't wait anymore. The next day, before he left, he'd propose to you. It wouldn't be grand, but he loved you and you loved him, and that was enough. Closing his eyes, he thought, I can't wait to make you my wife.