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BY THE SEA
⛧ when you and dwayne leave the dreadful beauty pageant to get some fresh air some things spill out, more than intended for the day.
- no warnings!! maybe mild cursing
(dwayne x fem! reader)
as you and dwayne flop on the worn-out chairs in the random room you two stumbled in you sighed.
this whole roadtrip that dwayne basically begged you to go on was chaotic to say the least. his grandpa passed away, he found out he couldn’t fly jets, that damn horn on the car wouldn’t shut up, but you still were there for dwayne.
you really liked dwayne. it was a miracle that he actually allowed you to talk to him and become somewhat apart of his life. he didn’t let anyone do that. you had to admit you have a crush on him. but you knew he didn’t like you, most definitely not.
you snapped out of your hazy thoughts as two little girls ran across the hall. giggling in puffy skirts, tons of makeup they didn’t need, and reeking of fake spray tan mixed with strong fruity perfume.
you had already had enough of that shit after seeing a room full of girls who looked like that. as you were about to sit up and ask dwayne to leave he spoke for you
“let’s get out of here.”
“yes please. my head hurts from all the colors.”
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you two ended up on the pier, watching as the waves clashed with each other and people screaming with joy. you smiled to yourself.
you took a glance at dwayne, knowing that it was stupid because if you looked you wouldn’t be able to pry your eyes away.
you looked at his dyed jet black hair flowing in the wind, his shirt going in all different directions as he leaned up against the wood.
he finally looked up at you, feeling the pair of admiring eyes on him.
“what?” he said with a grin
“nothing.. im sorry for everything that happened today. it’s been fucking crazy.”
“it’s okay really. im sorry for making you come with me. if i knew it was gonna be this bad i wouldn’t have even thought you should’ve came.”
“no it’s okay! im happy i came. im happy i was able to comfort you..” you said taking a risk with this response.
dwayne’s face slightly heated up at this comment, even if the winds made it as cold as ever.
“i have a question though..why did you ask for me to come?”
dwayne’s face heated up even more. he thought it was obvious why he asked for you to come, why he said if you came he would go. dwayne was head over heels for you. you both had the same music taste, sense of humor, style, and he thought you were stunning. the way you tried so hard to adjust to him and his calmer life style made him even more in love.
he honestly didn’t know whether to hide his admiration by making a quick white lie..or to truly show his feelings.
dwayne stared down at the ocean with one thing on his mind ‘fuck it’.
now dwayne would never have this type of confidence, but some random talk with his uncle frank about how you only live once, and to do whatever you want and fuck the rest, got him to change his thinking
“i thought it would be obvious.” he said trying to make it subtle.
“what do you mean?” you said confused.
“i like you.”
it was silent..the wind blowing across the sea becoming louder and louder as dwayne looked and read your face.
nothing…
but then..a shy smile. he didn’t even realize he was holding his breath until he let out a deep sigh.
“really?”
“yeah..i’ve liked you for a while ya know..”
you smiled even harder at him, more red and pink tints filling your cheeks. he was trying hard to not smile but couldn’t help it.
“youre so cute” you said focusing on his eyes.
he looked down, embarrassed by how hot his face was.
you slowly crept over to him, closing the distance between you two. you reached for his hand on the railing and held his pinky with your own, not wanting to move too quickly.
he picked himself up off the railing looking at you for a moment and back to the ocean
that’s when he felt a pair of lips softly kiss his cheeks, the gloss in which covered your lips definitely staining it. he looked down at you, a grin on your face.
“you ready to go inside?” you said now taking his hand in yours.
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THATS IT!!! bro i know months ago i said i would post more, BUT I HAD NO IDEAS. this just came to mind when i was randomly watching little miss sunshine for the 20th time. plzplzplz request some stuff so i can have motivation to post and have good ideas PLEASE!!!!
thank you for reading !! 🦈💤🤍
#danonation#paul dano#dwayne hoover x reader#paul dano x reader#little miss sunshine#dwayne hoover#fem reader#emo boy#dwayne hoover x you#dwayne hoover imagine#the riddler#jets
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aaaAAA valentines prompts are here!! (≧▽≦) weeee please spare some white chocolate truffle for love of my life dwayne? thank you dearest, compliments to the chef ( ˘ ³˘)♥
– 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐦
𝐃𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: aHH okay this was super cute!! I hope you enjoy this one, anon!! also lmao, yes, the title is a song. it's from Yellow House and it always reminds me of Dwayne. <3
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Dwayne is aged up to be high school senior, pure fluff, bits of Dwayne being a little pessimistic guy, nothing else I can think of!
First period hadn't even started yet and already you could tell that Dwayne was itching for the final bell. He sighed, folding his hands together and resting his chin on top of them. You watched him peer out from under his curtain of dark hair at a few students around you both exchanging cards, candies, and little stuffed toys.
"Doing okay there, Dwayne?" you asked as you unloaded your textbook and your binder.
He threw you a sideways glance and replied blankly, "I'm a ray of sunshine." Whatever modicum of patience he usually had in school was drained entirely by Valentine's Day.
"Oh, yeah. You're looking especially chipper today."
This time, Dwayne turned to look at you fully with his brow furrowed.
"It's a joke."
"Have you seen what's been going on today?"
"Uh, yeah, it's a holiday," you shrugged.
"It's bullshit. It's an excuse for fucking candy and card companies to make a killing," he sneered. "Because if you don't buy your boyfriend or girlfriend a stupid piece of paper that says 'I love you' then you're obviously a bad person, right?"
You scoffed, "Not exactly."
That earned another scowl from Dwayne.
"Listen, I get what you mean. It can be superficial and overbearing sometimes, I guess." You struggled to conjure the right words to explain yourself in a way that Dwayne would understand, "But...it's nice sometimes, ya know? It's nice to have someone show that they thought about you."
"Please," Dwayne dismissed. "It's not about thought or care. It's all...bullshit social transactions that no one is gonna give a shit about after we graduate anyways. It's just...dumb."
Placing a hand over the top of your binder defensively, the more Dwayne spoke, the more you found a lump forming in your throat. It made it even harder to speak as you choked out, "Dumb?"
"Yeah. And...gross," he huffed with an air of stubbornness. He'd never been particularly fond of the holiday; the unnecessary drama of couples asking each other to be their Valentine and the gossip that came from rejections for days afterwards. But...you thought...
With a new wave of frustration, you flipped open the cover of your binder and pulled a card out from the inside flap. You slid it across the top of the table in Dwayne's direction. "Then there's a stupid card for you, Dwayne. Happy Valentine's Day," you added bitterly.
Dwayne froze. Already, the cover threw him off. There was the haunting phrase of the day written out in your handwriting and above it, a drawing of a bouquet of flowers in glitter gel pens. Slowly, he opened the card, finding more of your handwriting hiding inside.
I know this is super cliche. And you're probably going to roll your eyes at me when you read this. Promise me you won't hate me too much. Or at least promise me you'll spare me the embarrassment and forget this immediately after you read it. I just had to try at least once. But I really like you. Will you be my Valentine?
With your head hidden in your folded arms, you could only guess what you and Dwayne looked like to the rest of your classmates. Already, you were anticipating how that scene would get spun. Everyone talked about how you and Dwayne were bound to end up together, seeing as you're one of the only people that would willingly hang around with the reclusive guy. And one of the only people that he would actually let hang around him.
Your first thought after that was to think about Dwayne. He didn't like being the center of attention. Being talked about like this would be the most aggravating thing in the world. And god, it frustrated you that even when he was being a jerk, you still worried about him.
Then you felt a poke on your shoulder. You raised your head and found Dwayne, still looking at the card and tracing the flowers on the cover. But this time his hand was on the table, open with his palm facing up. Inviting you to grab it. Which you do, quickly.
"I'm sorry for what I said," he muttered.
You sniffed softly. "That's okay."
"I like the card."
"Thanks."
“And I'll be–" Dwayne paused. "I'll be your Valentine."
The exhilaration inside you flared so intensely that you couldn't help but squeeze his hand in return. And Dwayne also couldn't help the tiny smile that formed on his lips when he felt the warmth of your sweaty hand enveloping his. Maybe both of you could be right about Valentine's Day. It was gross. But...nice. Very nice.
#chocolate box valentine event❣️#paul dano#danonation#danocel#little miss sunshine#dwayne hoover#dwayne hoover x reader#dwayne hoover x you#dwayne hoover x y/n#dwayne hoover fluff#˚ʚ meda writes ɞ˚
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NO MORE MR NIETZCHE - CHAPTER TWO
. . . the fic series
summary: dwayne can't get the fluffy moment with reader out of his mind, so he asks uncle frank for advice.
pairing: dwayne hoover x gn!reader
word count: 1.4K
cw: self-depricating ment of suicide, frank being a cringey supportive uncle
Dwayne knew not to dwindle on the simple things.
He was currently starting his summer homework, leaving it very last minute. School starts back in a week, and Dwayne pondered what the next few months will have in store—junior year, having to take his grades seriously. He’ll be turning sixteen halfway through the first semester. Then, there was homecoming. The goddamn homecoming.
It is accurate to say that Dwayne was not the most spirited student. He hated the celebrations, the pressure of finding a date for the abundance of pointless dances. In fact, throughout his time in high school, Dwayne had not attended one dance.
He was overthinking the simple things. The feeling of your hand lingered from yesterday; he could still feel your warmth in his palms. Your smile circulated in his mind. Your presence remained in his orbit. It embarrassed him. You were constantly on his mind since you reunited after the road trip. The image of you was different. If Dwayne could admit to such passion, he would confess that the thought of you made him smile. Butterflies in his stomach. All the romantic emotions made him cringe.
On occasion, you attended the high school dances, tending to go with classmates with whom you were close. You weren’t particularly friends with them. You just went because Dwayne would instead be caught dead than go to a dance. Dwayne remembers the time you showed up at his window after a dance. He let you in after being awakened by the faint knocks on the glass panel, taking your hand and letting you stumble onto his bed. Your casual-formal attire ruffled from the night’s antics. A fluster on your cheeks from the fresh air and dancing. Your worn-out sneakers contrasted with your clothing. The stupidest grin on your face when you narrated what happened at the dance, how you wished he was there, that he should give it a chance just once before they graduate. And Dwayne sat there quiet, dazed from his slumber, the only thing on his mind being that you look even more attractive in clothes you don’t wear daily. It was the first time he was conscious of his feelings for you – and his first attempt to hide them.
He abruptly closed his textbook and retreated from his desk, pacing the room. The sudden change in mindset was driving Dwayne into confusion, he thought about you a lot, but now the thoughts were . . . passionate. The difference was not something Dwayne could adjust to immediately, causing him to react abruptly. He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a stressed sigh. The noticeable stress in his body language caused Frank, lying on the bed cot, and reading one of Dwayne’s books, to lift his gaze and observe the troubled teen.
“Stressed out?” Frank muttered, dog-tagging his page and closing the book.
Since Dwayne began to talk again, most conversations were with his uncle Frank. He was still advised not to be left alone by his doctor. Dwayne grew used to his company and even found him amusing to talk to. He was intellectual and shared a lot of his wisdom with him. Their conversations never failed to enlighten him.
“Okay, I know you said I should favour my high school days and let the misery shape me into a better person. But God, I don’t want to go back. I can’t stand it,” Dwayne confessed.
Frank looked at him contently. He had a feeling he would have to continue this conversation. He sat on the bed cot, resting his elbows on his knees, ready to listen to Dwayne.
“Is it the educational side of school you’re worried about – or the social side?” Frank refined.
Dwayne took a while to answer as he got himself comfortable on his bed, tucking his legs up to his chest. “It’s the social side, mostly.”
Frank clasped his hands together and let out a sigh. “Ah yes – The first day back. Being thrust into the deep end, homework, bullies, and then the dreadful homecoming. I hated it too.”
Frank was not the best at advice, so he thought he was. A forty-odd man had to rake through his brain to remember the pains of high school. He could say, having trouble talking to your crush? Try being a gay kid in the eighties. At least you’re the smartest kid in English class. You can bury your mind in poetry and let your emotions consume you. Then you’ll hit your mid-age and try to take your own life. Welcome to the real world, kiddo!
As Dwayne sat in silence, it gave Frank a moment to realise something. He remembered the first time he saw his nephew since he was a kid, when he was still voluntarily mute, admitting that he had no friends.
I Hate Everyone, the note read.
Yet, just yesterday, a supposed friend was in the house. As Olive dragged them to Dwayne’s room, Sheryl smiled and assured, “They’ve been friends with Dwayne since we moved here. Such a great kid.”
“What about your friend?” Frank came back from his thoughts.
Dwayne frowned, “What about them?”
“Well, I couldn’t help but remember saying you had no friends,” Frank responded.
Dwayne scoffed, “They’re my only friend.”
“Still better than none,” Frank shrugged, “They must make school a little more bearable?”
Dwayne nodded. You did make things bearable. When he met you on his front lawn, a small boy playing with his toy jets saw you approach confidently, already offering him to play with your toys. To the present, leaving him notes in his locker, eating lunch on the bleachers, and bike-riding through the suburbs.
“One day, I will live in one of these houses and live the alcoholic, soccer mum lifestyle I have always dreamed of.” That was what you would say during the bike rides. Your sarcasm amused him, even if your statement had a tint of fearful anticipation as if that was how you saw your life play out. If you stayed in each other’s lives, both of you figured you wouldn’t end up like your parents. You could live the life you dreamed of. Now that his test pilot dreams were behind him, a life spent with you felt possible. What will that consist of? Platonically like it has always been. Romantically . . . Dwayne’s new-found attraction to you could make or break the outcome.
“You think I should go to the Homecoming dance?” Dwayne asked Frank, breaking the thoughtful silence. His out-of-the-blew question took him back, causing his eyes to divert to his CD rack.
Frank frowned but pondered on the question. He asked it as if he had not gone before, which was not surprising. Frank could not remember if he attended his homecoming dances. The safe answer would be a firm no.
“Do you want to go to the Homecoming dance?” Frank asked, expecting some form of elaboration.
Dwayne shrugged again, struggling with a response. “Only if I go with a . . . certain person.”
Frank could not help but smile. Witnessing someone experience an emotion for the first time is an amusing sight. Especially when your nephew says he has a crush on someone, Dwayne did not say it explicitly, but Frank could read his body language like a book.
“Who’s the lucky person?” Frank asked, trying to contain his smile from turning into a grin.
Dwayne was suddenly flustered. He looked away as if he was done with the conversation, but Frank continued.
“C’mon, I’m not teasing! You’re lucky you’re telling me this. Imagine if you told your mom or Richard. That would be even more embarrassing.”
Dwayne knew there was truth to Frank’s words, as all his words are. Still, the blush on his face grew rampant, and he bit the inside of his cheek to contain it. Frank saw it immediately.
“I bet it’s your friend, right? I don’t blame you. They seem cool,” Frank said, the word cool feeling foreign to his middle-aged demeanour. Dwayne’s non-vocal but flustered response made Frank clear that he was right.
“Look, it’s not the end of the world if you ask them. Remember what you said to me on the pier? Do what you love, and fuck the rest. If asking your friend to homecoming is something you’ll love, you must do it. Simple as that.”
It was at that moment that Dwayne nodded his head. He looked to Frank, hearing the echo of his newfound philosophy, and agreed. As a surge of confidence came through him, he released a nervous sigh. Dwayne knew that it would be the most significant risk he would ever take if he asked you to homecoming. And he was ready to take it.
#dwayne hoover#little miss sunshine#dwayne hoover x reader#dwayne hoover x you#paul dano#danonation#dwayne hoover fluff
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dwayne hoover x mute!male!reader
req: COULD YOU DO A DWAYNE HOOVER X MUTE MALE READER FLUFF? 😭 IM MUTE AND ITS SO HARD TRYING TO FIND ONES WITH MUTE READER (wattpad)
wc: 1.4k
warnings: male reader (he/him), mute reader, reader can be cis or trans it really doesn't matter, takes place before the movie, maybe second-hand embarrassment, awkward ending whoops sorry </3, kind of short
note: this was so fun to write tbh!!
cut for length!!
You get out of your parent's car, your notepad in hand as you got ready to have to deal with the hell that is school. You couldn't blame the bullies at school much, not many of them meet mute people in their lifetimes. You tried to use ASL but barely anyone knew it so you decided to just use a notepad and pen instead, you figured it was the main reason some kids made rude comments about it.
Your family had just moved to this town mid-school year, you hadn't minded it much since your family moved a lot but you were going to miss one of the friends you made in the town you were just in.
You walked into the office and wrote something down quickly, asking where the counselor's office is and showing it to someone at the front desk.
"What? can't talk?" She laughed after she spoke, her laughter dying down when she realized that you weren't joking. She quickly points you towards the office and goes back to work, filling out papers and such. You knock on the door before the counselor opens it, smiling at you when she sees your face.
"Hey, kiddo! What's up?" She says joyfully only to be met with you scribbling on your notepad, she frowned slightly before you showed her what you wrote. 'I need my schedule' written in big letters on the yellow paper. "Your schedule? Why won't you talk?" confusion rang in the counselor's voice. You pulled your notepad back to you and wrote again, this time saying that you're mute and don't talk, she nodded in understanding and invited you into her office. "What's your name?" She begrudgingly said as you sat down in one of the chairs.
You wrote it down and showed her, she typed the name into her computer and found your schedule, printing it out for you. As the page printed she turned her chair to be facing yours.
"You know, there's another mute student here, Dwayne Hoover. I think you two would get along, I'll call him down to give you a tour of the school," She turned back to her desk, not even noticing you shaking your head 'no' so she wouldn't call him down. She did some typing on her computer before pressing some numbers into the phone and telling whoever it was on the other end to send Dwayne Hoover down.
You waited awkwardly in the office while you waited for the supposed other mute to show up, you nervously twiddled with your thumbs when you heard a curt knock on the counselor's door.
"Oh, Dwayne! How good to see you again, this is a new student to the school that also happens to be mute. I was hoping you could take him on a tour of the school?" She said, standing up and grabbing papers she needed to deliver to another room. Dwayne just nodded and motioned for you to come towards him.
You stood up and followed him as he led you out of the counselor's office and down the hall. He made a writing motion with his hand, as if he was asking if he could talk to you through writing. You pulled out your notepad and wrote a small 'i'm m/n' written near the top. You handed the notepad to Dwayne and he read it, using his own pen to write 'dwayne' and hand the notepad back to you.
You two kept switching your notepad back and forth as you walked, ending up sitting down on a bench in the hall as you two communicated. He wrote down his house number and then wrote that you could call if you ever wanted to hang out, this turned into you two making plans to meet up after school so he could show you the music that he likes.
By the time you two were wrapping up your conversation the bell rang, so Dwayne walked you to your next class and went on his way. It was the third period when you two got done talking so you had to sit through the rest of the day waiting for it to be time to see Dwayne again.
At lunch, you saw him and sat next to him though you didn't talk as much. All you two wrote to each other was Dwayne asking if you wanted some of the apple slices he somehow got, you declined but told him you appreciated the offer. Lunch ended quickly after that, Dwayne walked you to your next class again and then left to his. You could barely focus in the rest of your classes thinking about what it would be like to hang out with Dwayne.
As the classes passed and the day got closer to 3:00 pm (15:00), you got more and more excited. When the bell finally rang, you rushed to the front of the school. Dwayne wrote that at the end of the day he would go to the front and look for you, he walked home from school every day so he didn't have to worry about if one of his parents would want to drive you to their house or not.
Just as Dwayne said he would be, he was in the front looking over the crowd of other kids to see you, he quickly found you and ran up to you, waving and motioning you to follow him just as he did the morning of that day.
You got the hint and started following him as you both walked to his house, you didn't write anything to him as you figured he'd still only want to focus on walking home instead of talking to you. It was a short walk, a little over half a mile. He frowned when he got to his house, embarrassed to introduce his family to you if they happened to notice that you two were there.
He made another notepad motion with his hands and you got the hint, pulling out your notepad and pen and handing it to him. He wrote for a bit and gave the notepad and pen back to you, standing and waiting for you to read it.
The note read, 'my family is embarrassing, you don't have to interact with them if you don't want to'
You understood where he was coming from but still wanted to meet them, you wrote your response before handing it back to Dwayne to read.
'that's ok, i get how embarrassing families go'. Dwayne handed it back to you and just shook his head with a small smile, leading you inside his house. At first, no one did anything, the house felt empty. Until you heard a door open and saw a little girl run out. She looked around 9 or 10, with big glasses. She squealed loudly when she saw you, then ran up to you and hugged your legs.
Her voice was going a hundred miles per hour, talking way too fast for you to even get anything she was saying. Eventually, she slowed down and was able to get out what she had been trying to say the entire time.
"Hi! I'm Olive, I'm Dwayne's little sister, are you Dwayne's friend? Can you stay the night?" Though her voice was calmed down, it certainly wasn't slowed very much. You nervously looked at Dwayne and he just motioned towards what you assumed to be his room, you nodded and smiled at his little sister. You waved a small bit before awkwardly getting her off your legs and getting into Dwayne's room. In his room he had his own note pad so he didn't have to get you to let him use yours, he got to his notepad and wrote something before showing it to you.
'sorry Olive is so hyper, I warned you about my family,' is what the note said, you just smiled a 'that's ok, i don't mind,' you wrote back. Dwayne went over to his collection of CDs and pulled a couple out, his favorites, before putting one of them into the CD player next to his bed. He wrote something on his notepad again before handing it to you, 'you can sit where ever, i don't mind' you nodded and handed it back.
Unsure of where to put your stuff, you took your shoes off and put them next to the door along with your backpack. You sat down on the edge of Dwayne's bed, next to where Dwayne sat down when you were taking off your shoes, and just listened to the music. You pulled out your notepad and wrote 'you have a good taste in music', handing it to him to read. He looked at you and smiled as he handed it back, writing down 'thanks' and a smiley face next to it on his own note pad.
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oh em gee i noticed you’ve never written for dwayne hoover, could you do some general fluff? (aged up idc) i love his character so so much omfg
hi dear one🥰 got some dwayne for you, and i want to make it clear that all my dwayne x readers are college!dwayne just so we’re all on the same page💕
back in my pageant days
olive was regularly known to snatch you from dwayne the moment you stepped foot in her house.
she’d drag you away by your arm, giggling as dwayne yelled after her. you’d smile as your boyfriend would follow you into her room soon behind, wrapping his arms around you and telling olive that he wanted to spend some time with you alone. most of the time, dwayne was very courteous of sharing you and letting olive hang out with the two of you. however, you were his girlfriend and sometimes he just wanted to just be alone. one afternoon, olive had to work her little sister magic to talk dwayne into letting you just hang out with her for a tiny bit of time.
“but dwayne, i was going to show her a new dance routine i’ve been working on!” olive pleaded. dwayne had a tight grip around you as he stared challengingly at his sister. though he was nineteen and she was eleven, the two still argued like they were fifteen and seven all over again.
“new dance routine?” you asked curiously, eyebrows raised. olive nodded eagerly and dwayne sighed, pushing his head against yours.
“she’s been taking dance classes and everything to help her skills for pageants,” your boyfriend muttered into your ear. “i know. my mom keeps sending me videos.” you giggled at your boyfriend’s flat tone.
“so you know how much i’ve been working,” olive pushed. “come on dwayne, just let me show her this! please?” the bubbly eleven year old begged. “pleeease? then you can take her off to your room and make out with her all you want. come on!” olive continued, sass lacing her voice. you snorted and dwayne blinked widely.
“what do you know about making out? where did you hear that?” he asked, obviously starting to get worked up. olive giggled and smirked smugly as you held dwayne back from walking further towards olive.
“come on babe, let her do this,” you insisted quietly, grinning just ever so slightly. dwayne’s green eyes locked with yours for a moment, you raising your eyebrows and tilting your head. he sighed and your smile grew, pressing a kiss to his lips before plopping down with him on olive’s bed. “okay, olive! show me what you’ve got!” you announced excitedly. your hands were intertwined with dwayne’s on your lap, your boyfriend unenthusiastically waiting for his sister to get her music together. you watched for a moment as olive quickly messed around with a few cd cases and her little player, dwayne scoffing and shaking his head.
“we got her a fucking ipod for christmas so she’d be able to organize and keep her shit together, i don’t know why she’s not using it,” he muttered bitterly. you slightly slugged his shoulder.
“be nice, she really wants to show me this,” you reminded him. amid olive’s frantic efforts to find the right music, the little cd player dropped to the carpet and before you could gasp, a song started playing.
“whoops!” olive exclaimed, staring at the little device at her feet. dwayne took a deep exhale, trying to keep his patience.
“listen, how about i take y/n, and when you have everything ready you can-“
“dwayne! listen!” olive interrupted. it didn’t take but a second for dwayne to groan and hide his face in his hands as olive jumped around excitedly. “super freak” by rick james was playing from the speakers and you smiled, glancing from olive to dwayne in confusion.
“what?” you asked with a breathy laugh. dwayne lifted his head to look at you, his expression painfully embarrassed.
“remember how i told you about that time my family took olive to that pageant in that van?” he asked. you nodded. “well, this was the song she performed to at that pageant.”
“little miss sunshine,” olive corrected in a sing-song voice. you nodded slowly, all the puzzle pieces coming together. “my grandpa taught me this dance… i think it’s my favorite i’ve ever done,” olive explained, slowly beginning to move to the music as she remembered the order of the steps. you watched as this eleven year old pulled out some very suggestive moves, scoffing as dwayne continued to shake his head in his hands.
“your grandpa taught her this?” you asked in shock. dwayne nodded.
“he was really something,” was all he could reply. you laughed and moved your shoulders as olive continued her dance, moving and grooving like nobody was watching. as you bounced on her bed, a lightbulb went off in your head.
“dwayne, didn’t you say that your whole family got on stage with her?” you asked knowingly. before dwayne has a chance to respond, olive gasped and put her hands on his knee.
“yeah, come on dwayne! show y/n what you did!” olive pleaded. you smiled smugly as dwayne peeked one eye at you, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. “come on!” olive yelled again. you mouthed along to the words of the song as olive yanked one of dwayne’s hands out from under his head. “dwayne!” she grunted. you helped olive by pushing dwayne up off the bed and he shook his head at you as you laughed.
“come on babe, show me what you can do,” you egged on teasingly. olive had her hands behind her head as she moved her elbows in and out, dwayne staring at his feet and taking a deep breath. you could see the gears turning in his head as he stood there — he wasn’t going to get out of this, and surrender was the only option.
that girl’s a super freak, that girl’s a super freak!
dwayne looked up at you as he began to nod his head to the music. he positioned his arms in front of him and began to thrust into the air and you let out the loudest laugh as he got more and more into the movement. olive laughed as she danced around and dwayne grabbed your arms and yanked you off the bed, placing his hands on your hips as he moved to the song.
you moved your hips in time, placing your arms around his shoulders and biting your lip. sure, dwayne would spin you around a little when you played music in your kitchen, but you’d never seen him like this before.
and it was fucking hot.
“look at you, my little super freak,” you giggled, pressing a kiss to his nose. “where has this dwayne been?” you asked suggestively. he shrugged.
“i’m a changed man since i’ve stopped doing pageants,” he sighed theatrically before kissing your smiling lips.
that boy was alright with you.
yeah, hey, hey, hey, hey!
wow look guys i published something!!!! this was inspired by like… actually maybe i’ll just have to make a separate post talking about it because UGH don’t get me started hehehehe
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Olive's baby-sitter
Chap 3 " movie night"
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, hurry up!!” You think. As soon as you get out of the store, you drive as fast as you can back to high school to give Tia her bike back.
You almost fall off the bike when you get there, out of breath you give Tia her keys back. You pause for a few seconds to catch your breath and say "Thanks Tia... I have to go... otherwise I'll be late". And just as quickly you ran off to get Olive.
Dwayne watches the whole scene from a distance thinking "what the f- is going on". It's the first time he, Tia, and Soph have seen you do so much sport.
You arrive at Olive's elementary school, almost passing out.
When you get home, you let Olive have her snack and you take the opportunity to put Dwayne's gift on his desk.
Then you go to Olive’s room and suggest you watch her favorite DVD, a beauty contest from last year. This is your strategy, not brave, to avoid seeing Dwayne and be completely embarrassed when he will find your gift.
When you hear the front door open your heart stops for a moment. You think you're going to die of stress but suddenly the phone rings and you hear Richard answer, your soul returns to your body.
"Can we go to the garden? I want to show you my new moves!" Olive asks and you immediately agree, you won't survive this fear a second time and in the garden, you won't hear anything.
As usual, as soon as Dwayne gets home, he goes straight to his room. He stops when he sees something on his desk; "American Idiot" by Green Day with a little note: "I thought you might like it. Thanks again for everything :)". His cheeks turn instantly red, and he can hear his heart pounding in his ears. You don't know it but he has a crush on you, it was almost love at first sight. Dwayne decided to ignore his feelings until they fades but it's been getting harder and harder to hide them. He sees the boys in high school talking about you, and Grandpa's questions. All of this makes him jealous and scared... He has decided to be nicer to you, he doesn't know yet where it will lead him but it’s worth taking the risk even if he is convinced that you will never see him as more than a friend.
When you walk back down the hallway with Olive, you see Dwayne lying on his bed with his headphones on reading a book. You are relieved that he likes your gift but you dread the moment when you'll have to face him. In your eyes, this gift is almost a love confession but for Dwayne, who has friend zoned himself, you did it out of pure friendship.
You are drawn out of your thoughts when you hear Sheryl and Richard start to argue in their room. You leave Olive with Grandpa and go to start making dinner (you sometimes do this when Sheryl has had a tiring day). When you're done, you call everyone and you all start to eat in awkward silence. It is broken by Sheryl "You know your uncle Frank is in the hospital and well tomorrow he is coming to stay with us for a while. Dwayne, you will be sharing your room with him" she said in a tone that implied that he had no choice. You could see the anger rising in him as he began to write frantically on his notepad. "It's unfair! This is the only place I have to myself!".
"You don't have a choice Dwayne, he can't be left alone and your room is the only place where there is room. The discussion is over." You can feel the tension crushing you. Dwayne smashes the table as he gets up and storms off to his room.
You clear the table with the rest of the family still in silence. Sheryl and Richard start to argue again. You wait for a second and suggest to Sheryl that you take Olive home to watch a movie, to save her from the stress of seeing her parents yelling at each other. It's also for you, your parents have been fighting a lot since you were a little, and it gives you a lot of anxiety to hear Sheryl and Richard fighting now. She agrees so you go to Olive "Olive do you want to come to watch a movie at my house?" "Oh yes! I'll get to see your house!". "Get ready then, and take a jacket it's cold at night."
You think for a second and wonder if what you are about to do is a good idea. You knock softly on Dwayne's door before going inside. "Dwayne, I- I don't know if this is the right time, b-but Olive and I are going to watch a movie at my house since my parents aren't here. Do.. you.. want to come?" You're having a hard time talking under the shyness. With a slight nod, Dwayne agrees and then stands up.
On the way you hardly speak, you are so shy after giving him this gift. Olive outranks you by a few feet. You think this is the best time to talk to Dwayne about your day. "I hope the CD made you happy. I wanted to give it to you and I hope I chose the right one. Hum, I...I noticed that your behavior towards me has changed, and even tho I don't really understand why it makes me happy." You say, looking down at your feet to hide your completely red face. You look over and see Dwayne writing. Your stress is at its peak. Without a word he hands you his notepad, "I'm glad it makes you happy. "
You're pleased, and you're getting pretty confident, "I don't want to sound like I'm bragging, but I'd like to think that you don't hate me as much as the rest of the world." You say with a laugh. Without realizing it you arrived in front of your house. You open the door and Olive, bursting with joy, says "Can you show us your room? I really want to see it! "Sure," you reply with a big smile. Your room isn't very big, posters cover your walls, and your impressive comic book collection surprises Dwayne. "Is that your makeup?" Olive comes to you with a box.
"Oh yeah, I haven't worn it in a while" That's right, since you got to high school you stopped wearing it. "If you want it, you can have it."
"Really?" She asks, with stars in her eyes.
"Really." you laugh. You know it makes her happy. She’s always wanted some since she started watching beauty pageants. "Will your parents agree?" you ask Dwayne. In response, he shrugs his shoulders as if to say "I don't know". After Olive is done looking at every corner of your room you three go downstairs to the living room "What do you want to watch?" you ask as you take out the DVDs. Olive has the last word and chooses Finding Nemo.
While Dwayne puts on the movie you go and make some popcorn. The three of you sit on the couch, Olive on the right, Dwayne in the middle, and you on the left. You put the popcorn on the coffee table and start the movie. You can barely concentrate on the movie because you are so nervous about sitting so close to Dwayne. Your couch isn't very big, so your shoulders are touching. About one hour through the movie you start to fall asleep after all you have a very, very tiring day. Without realizing it, your eyes close and your head falls on Dwayne's shoulder, startling him. Now he's the one who can't concentrate on the movie. You are sleeping on his shoulder and he is so happy. Not wanting to wake you up he doesn't move at all, he hardly breathes just in case.
At the end of the movie, he gently wakes you up. He shows you a note written in advance "The movie is over, we have to go before it's too late. Thanks for the evening, it really cheered me up. We can do this again someday if you want to.” You don't know it but he thought for 10 minutes before writing this. Half awake you answer "I do".
"See you tomorrow. Good night you two." You give Olive a hug and Dwayne a fist bump. As the door closes behind them you smack your forehead, "A fist bump, you dumbass! Oh my god, this is so embarrassing !!!"
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dwayne hoover x gn! reader
(1) (2) (3)
warnings: self harm scars, references to untreated eating disorders, cigarette use, (y/n) is a whore in next chapter, referenced drug use.
Usually you didn't go out without long sleeves, courtesy of your anxiety not wanting to reveal your many scars upon healed wrists, but today it was hot. Sweating even though you were wearing a tank, only exposing more healed scars.
Sitting down in your room, all windows were open and you had a fan running, your cats body was hanging off your desk, where the fan was pointing.
putting a smoke in your mouth, you lit it. Flipping open your phone, and finding that Dwayne had messaged you, you smiled taking a puff of your cig and letting it rest in your hand. Eyes skimming over his message which seemed to be an invite for dinner.
flipping your phone back off and putting it in your front pocket, you sat up putting out your cigarette in the ash tray. Grabbing your half empty pack and stuffing them in your pocket and grabbing a flannel jacket, you refilled your cats food and water before yelling so your family could hear.
"Going over to Dwayne's!" you yelled, not caring enough to hear a response and shuffling out the house, walking down the block to the Hoovers house.
They were nice people, like each family they had their own problems. And the Hoovers were nicer than the stoned deadbeats your family popped out, one after another. You cant say much though, as youd stolen weed a couple times from them and almost receiving a beating. Best you got was a punch in the face and a black eye though.
Walking faster, not wanting to be in this heat any longer you could see dwayne walking out his house to his car. "HEY!" you yelled, waving your hands around and running to his car. He opened the boot, and looked behind him. Seeing you running towards him he smiled a bit.
He lost the need to say hello anymore, now he just smiled and maybe waved. "Chicken for dinner?" You asked, Dwayne glaring at you and going to pick up the bucket of chicken. You pushed him out of the way, "I'll take this, you go get me that book you wanted me to borrow, ok?" You asked, youve always been kinda bossy but when he took a vow of silence you started to take control of the friendship more. He didn't mind, youd asked him. Writing is sometimes annoying so when you can predict what he gonna say it means less work for him.
He nodded, running off inside past Richard and Sheryl "HEY!! Where's the chicken?" She yelled as dwayne ran back to his room. Richard telling her to keep quiet while he was on the phone.
Quickly putting the book on the table next to Frank and running back to the door, holding it open for you.
You smiled at him, putting the chicken on the table and yelling a greeting to Sheryl and Richard. "Hey," you panted, putting your hand out to the middleaged man with a peppered beard. "Who's this?" You asked dwayne.
"Frank, Dwayne's uncle." He stared at you, looking up your arms and biceps. You didn't mind, you saw the bandages around his wrists so you could only relate. "Cool, (Y/N). I live across the block, the shithole." You smiled and sat down next to Dwayne, picking up his book.
It was named 'Thus Spoke Zarathustra. ' he'd read it a couple times you could tell just by the cover. he'd begged you to read it and you'd be meaning too. Dwayne got up again, going to get another book probably by Nietzsche again.
"You got a girlfriend?" He asked you, you shook your head looking up. "Nah I like guys," you said as Sheryl came in, sitting down at the table and calling Olive in too. "You got a boyfriend?" He asked, you shook your head, staring and smiling at Dwayne as he walked out if his room to sit next to you.
Soon, Richard came to sit down. Olive gasped, you looked over to her seeing where she was looking at. "What happened to your wrists?" She said, "Olive." Sheryl scolded. "That's alright, I had a little accident, I'm okay."
"How's the uh, routine coming, honey?" Richard asked, changing the subject to something olive enjoyed. "Its good," she said. Still wondering about Franks arms.
"Oh yeah? When are you gonna show it to us?" He asked, shoveling salad into his mouth. You picked up a piece of chicken and put it on your plate.
"I don't know, its up to grandpa." She said as Edward came and walked around the table. "A couple of days, still needs work." he stood up, Yelling about eating chicken every night.
You couldn't help but agree with him as a avid chicken hater. You wished you could of blamed it on picky eating like your family does, but you knew it was because it was weird to eat an animal you had in your backyard, or something related to the bird you had in your childhood, before your cat got to it. I mean, western countrys find it weird to eat animals related to cats and dogs. So why do we still eat chicken? For god sakes." He plummeted down.
"So when did you start with the vow?" Frank asked Dwayne. "Been nine months, Frank." Richard started. "He hasn't said a word." You wished he did sometimes, you couldn't help but miss his voice. You picked the fried skin off the chicken and separated the chicken from the bone, looking down at your plate dissatisfied. "Not one, I think it shows tremendous discipline."
"Richard." Sheryl scolded like she did to olive.
"I really do," Dwayne looked over to him. "Really. I think we could all learn something from Dwayne." Dwayne looked over at you, and you moved your head to look at him too. He gave you a exasperated look, but all you could do was smile and give him a thumbs up as you sat in the corner of the table.
"Dwayne has a goal. he has a dream." He pointed his chicken stick over to dwayne. You felt like puking as you put some fried chicken skin in your mouth.
"It may not be my dream, it may not be yours. But he's pursuing it with great conviction and focus." You really couldn't stand to listen to him, yeah you were proud of him. But if your Step- mother talked about you like that you wouldn't feel proud, you would feel like puking and crying and carving your eyes out.
Tuning him out, you played with your food with a clear plastic fork.
It went quiet, for a second.
"How'd it happen?" She asked after a second of silence. "How'd what happen?" Asked frank, his eyes searching around the table even though he knew what she was talking about.
"Your accident."
"Honey , here." Sheryl put more fried chicken on her plate as you took out your phone to play Snake.
"Oh no, its okay. Unless you object." You could tell he wanted to get it over with. "No, I'm all pro-honestly here I just think, you know. Its up to you.
Trying to tune them out again, you heard this conversation before. With you and your mom, your younger siblings, and your cousins.
Tuning in again, was Richard trying to stop Frank from telling Olive what happened.
" he's a sick man, he's sick in the head!" You dropped your chicken and looked up at Richard. You wanted to punch him hard in the nose. "Richard!" Sheryl raised her voice. "Well I'm sorry! I just don't think this is an appropriate conversation for a seven year old!"
You wiped your hands on your cargo pants, and picked up Dwayne's note book and wrote on it. 'smoke break, u hav a light?" You knew you had bad hand writing, you didn't care. If you didn't have a cig right now you were gonna jump off a building.
He nodded writing a little 'okay' on the side. you could see frank looking over at you two and reading the writings. He took a light out of his pocket and you took and stood up. "Don't let me intrupt your guy's meaningful convo." And walking straight out the door, you sat on the houses steps.
Sighing you lit a cigarette. Inhaling it into your cheeks before letting it rest in your hands and inhaling it more into your lungs. You were pretty much unable to do it normally but you didn't mind this way. Resting your head on the houses wood you exhaled.
Dwayne inside, while Olive said that boys being in love with boys were stupid, quickly wrote he was going to sit down with you, showing the notepad to frank to read aloud and leaving with it. "Hey! No smoking!" Richard yelled at him as the door opened.
Dwayne looked down at you, you looking up at the roof. "Do you ever wonder what it would be like to fall asleep and wake up 3 years later? When high-schools over and we can be free of our family's?" You asked him, he nodded. shuffling to sit next to you.
You heard scribbling next to you, looking down more Dwayne had taken out his notebook and started writing something 'u ok????' You smiled at his hand writing and text like grammer he only uses with you. You shook your head, breathing in from your cigarette, holding it in your lungs before expelling it completely. The action calmed you.
'wanna talk ab it???' Scribbled on white paper and light blue lines. You knew he was concerned with you, he'd look at your plate almost as dissatisfied as you did. "No thanks Dwayne." You smiled, "you know I'll text you later about it."
Tilting your head up and looking at him, you smiled. You took another puff from your cancer stick, leaning in to his face. He closed his eyes and you held his jaw open, exhaling smoke in his mouth. You smiled as he coughed, eyes watering. Taking another one from your cig and smirking at him.
Putting out your half done cig by crushing it on the ground before standing up and crushing it with the tip of your boot, you put your hand down for him and pulled him off. "Ready for lung cancer?" You say dramatically as he pulled himself up by your hands, smiling slightly. Giving you a kind of glare at the same time. 'always ready when I'm w u.' You blushed slightly and laughed.
opening the door, Richard was talking about 'willing yourself to win' you rolled your eyes, whispering in Dwayne's ear. "How is that a job?" He laughed and shrugged, making everyone stop talking and look over. "Hey." You smiled as Dwayne walked in front of you to sit down. "Welcome back inside Dwayne, (Y/N)." Richard said loudly, Dwayne rolling his eyes at the action.
"Y'know, they're was a message on the machine from Cindy. I don't know, something about Little Miss Sunshine?" Richard casually said eating more chicken as you sat down close to Dwayne due to the fact they're wasn't enough chairs. "What? Little miss sunshine!?" Olive yelled, getting up and running to the machine, Sheryl had a laughing smile on her face as she followed suite.
Sipping from your diet sprite, you heard a large scream, spilling your diet sprite on yourself. "LITTLE MISS SUNSHINE!" Olive yelled, your eyes wide. "I WON LITTLE MISS SUNSHINE!" She ran into her room, still screaming.
You took your shirt off, Franks eyes widening. 'u can borrow a shirt n some pants from me' Dwayne wrote, standing up and you following him.
"What a gentleman." You smirked walking into his room and shutting the door, he gave you a shirt and you walked towards him, taking it from him before looking up at him and kissing him. Smiling as he also gave you some blue jeans. Usually you wore black but you didn't mind.
He exited the room, sitting down. Dwayne picking at his salad, "What's that big scar across their hip?" He shrugged, picking up his notebook. 'Ask them.' He wrote, you exited the room in fresh clothes.
"Hey kid!" Edward yelled at you. "Eh?" You said, this sounding more like two people about to fight than a grandfather and his step-grandsons friend talking. "What's with the scar?" He asked, it was a pretty large scar that went from above your pubis, to your side. You got it from stealing not much weed, not really worth it but if you got a free workout, knowledge that all your muscle hasn't disappeared, and free burnt calories from the blood loss and you were okay with that.
"Oh, stole some weed." You sat back down. "Uncle had to sew it up himself, don't have insurance." You explained, reminiscent of all the blood and the fat you could see through the wound. "That bad?" Frank asked, trying to drown out the arguing in the background. "Yeah." You smiled, seeing him grimace. "Don't worry, the weed definitely helped the pain." You joked,
"This is desert!" Sheryl yelled placing down a box of ice blocks the expensive kind, her herself eating the first one. You looked at the nutrition label, about 250kj for one serving. Taking two out and looking at the flavor, one was Orange and the other one was Berry. Giving Dwayne orange as it was his favorite.
"Alright, I'll drive the bus." Richard said after a second of silence. "Richard, I was told explicitly not to leave Frank by himself!" Raising her voice, just like home.
"No offense Frank. "
"None taken."
"No Richard! That's asking too much. I mean if something happened-" sitting there awkwardly next to Dwayne was you.
"What are you talking about? We got Dwayne here, they can look after each other."
"You expect a 15 year old to stop a middle aged man from killing himself?" You said, only to be ignored.
"Well then we can't go! Unless Frank and Dwayne come with us!" Dwayne shook his head, again and again. You had to agree with him, being trapped with this family in bus sounded like hell.
"Frank?" He was still shaking his head, you felt bad for him. "Okay." Dwayne looked at him offended, looking back up at Sheryl with open eyes. Shaking his head again,
"Oh come on Dwayne look, think of your sister." He shook his head more. "Oh look Dwayne it'll be fun, you can go to the beach and.." He trailed off. "We can bring (Y/N)," now it was your turn to look offended.
He started writing. "This in unfair, all I ask is that you leave me alone!" He looked overwhelmed.
"Dwayne. Flight school, I will give you permission for flight school." He looked down at the table for a second, before slamming both of his fists down and shaking Sheryl's hand. 'But I won't have any fun.' He scribbled down, flipping to the next page. "and (Y/N) has to come."
"(Y/N)?" Sheryl asked, looking at you.
Weighing your options, staying with your cokehead cousin at home, being forced to be in a van with a dysfunctional family, plus having to socialize witg Richard.
"I mean, if Dwayne's coming.." You muttered, crossing your arms in your seat.
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Rainy days
Dwayne Hoover x Reader
warnings : none?
a/n : i recommend listening to my dwayne hoover playlist with this one :) also recommend listening from I love my boyfriend by Princess Chelsea :) Inspired by the typical british weather lmao
As you listened to your playlist on your phone, the rain outside made its way in your mind.
You loved rainy days, especially when those days were spent with your shy boyfriend, Dwayne Hoover.
Dwayne was shy. He liked the affection you gave him, he just always shied away from it in front of people
You grabbed his hand to get his attention, a blush creeping up on his face as he looked up at you.
"Look outside."
He turned his head to look out onto the garden, only to see the slide and swing set drenched in rain water.
When his muddy green eyes turned back to look at you, you gave him a shy smile.
"Do you want to sit outside with me? I kind of need inspiration for my writing."
You loved to write, and Dwayne loved to read what he would call your masterpieces.
"Sure."
Dwayne picked up the book he would constantly re-read, the title being 'Nietzsche' and you picked up your phone and your little notebook you would write ideas in.
Most of your stories were based off of memories you had with Dwayne or your favourite type of weather, rain.
Walking through the hallway, you and Dwayne held hands.
"Y/n! Y/n!"
You heard your name being called by Olive. The litle girl came to a stop in front on Dwayne, him playfully rolling his eyes.
"Will you come and play with me?" Olive asked you.
"Come on Olive, let Y/n and Dwayne have their alone time." Sheryl-Dwayne's mother-called to Olive as she smiled at the both of you. "Going to the garden?" You both nodded in usion.
"Don't be out too long, you'll get a cold from the rain." Taking note of her warning, you opened the door to the garden they had at the back of the house.
You both sat on each white garden chair just underneath the little roof as you didn't want to get your notebook wet.
Placing your phone on the table, you turned down the music a little to also focus on Dwayne who had started reading his book from where he left off.
The rain still poured as you scribbled away. You were writing this memory, of the rain, your lover reading his favourite book and you writing your little stories.
"Dinner is done!"
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Little Miss Loser
Chapter 8 - Room 12
Warnings: "there's only one bed" except there's actually two, Frank plays matchmaker, Richard is an idiot, etc
Authors Note: I've said this a billion times all ready but I was once again struggling to get this chapter out because Eli Brooks and Timothy Klitz are rotting my brain at all times. I did enjoy writing this chapter though! It just took me a bit to get it all finished! I hope you guys enjoy it though <3
Summary: Day one of the road trip comes to a close and when Reader ends up sharing a room with Dwayne and Frank at the motel, Frank takes this as the perfect opportunity to play matchmaker.
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There was really only one thing you hated more than listening to Richard talk all his bullshit—complete fucking silence. It drove you absolutely insane. It wasn’t comforting in the way that Dwayne’s quiet nature was. It was debilitating—made you feel like the world was closing in around you.
And for all the noise you usually tended to make you couldn’t for the life of you bring yourself to break the silence this time. You were always so good at filling space with noise and yet in the moments where you needed it most, you found yourself choking on air. It was sort of ironic if you thought about it.
You’d dealt with it since you were a kid—since the very first time someone told you that you were too loud—too wild—too much. God, you couldn’t even count how many times you’d wound up giving yourself a panic attack because you suddenly convinced yourself that you were taking up far too much space in the world.
The worst part about the silence surrounding you right now was that you couldn’t escape it. You were trapped in the back seat between Olive and Dwayne. Olive—bless her soul—was fast asleep curled up against your side blissfully unaware of the absolute panic you were drowning in and Dwayne was reading his book.
It doesn’t take long— it never did—for Dwayne to notice something was wrong.
He shifts beside you, closing his book and flipping to an empty page of his notepad, quickly writing something down before tapping your shoulder. It took you a second to react, squinting at the paper, “Too quiet?”
At this point, you were pretty sure Dwayne could secretly read minds.
You didn’t even bother trying to deny it, giving a small nod as you lean against his side, careful not to wake Olive as you move. Dwayne moves with you, shifting to make sure you’re comfortable before he drags his little backpack up off of the floor, digging through it for a moment before he finally pulls out a beaten-up little CD player and a pair of headphones.
He connects the headphones and sets the player in your lap, lifting the headphones up over your head, smiling fondly at you when he pulls them down over your ears. The world is silent for only a moment longer before music surrounds you with a click of a button.
Your body relaxes instantly, as you rest your head on Dwayne’s shoulder, whispering a quiet, “Thank you.”
He nods, a little smile playing on his lips as he leans over and presses a kiss to your forehead. It doesn’t surprise you as much as one might think it would—but you knew better than most that Dwayne was actually quite affectionate when he felt comfortable with someone—still, the show of affection does make your face go a little red. He picks his book back up after a minute, flipping it to the page he’d left off on as he settles into his seat with you at his side.
Hours later, the bus stops for the night and you have never in your life been so excited to see a shitty little motel—you’d been stuck in the car for what felt like years and as much as you loved the Hoover family, you desperately wanted to get out of the stuffy old bus you’d all been packed into.
You weren’t even listening to a word Richard or Sheryl were saying as everyone exited the bus.
Your legs were fucking numb and your neck ached from having fallen asleep leaning on Dwayne’s shoulder and you just really wanted to get to your room so you could escape the awkward silence that was still hanging in the air around Richard and Sheryl. You are offered a moment of respite from the bickering adults when they leave you all waiting at the bus to get the room keys.
You stand behind Dwayne, arms curled around his waist as you press your face into the back of his shirt, mumbling complaints about how much your legs hurt. You can feel the soft inhale of him laughing under his breath as he shifts to rest his hands over your arms and you squeeze his waist a little harder, continuing to grumble to him.
“You alright kid?” Frank chuckles, standing off to your left, helping Edwin pull everyone’s luggage from the trunk.
You huff, turning your head just enough that you can look at him as you grumble, “I’m never getting back into that bus again.”
Edwin grunts in agreement and Frank snorts rolling his eyes as he sets your duffle bag next to you, along with Dwayne's. Olive appears at your side, tugging on your shirt and pouting, “But what about my pageant? Don’t you want to see me perform?”
It’s honestly unfair how easily your grumbly resolve shatters at the pleading look Olive gives you—you’d let her get away with murder at this point if she gave you those big puppy dog eyes. You look down at her and frown, slowly pulling away from Dwayne—-you don’t say a word when he squeezes your arms in retaliation before finally letting you go with a heavy sigh.
“Course I wanna see you perform Oli, I was just being dramatic is all,” you promise, earning an immediate smile from Olive, “but you might have to carry me to the bus in the morning, I don’t know if I’ll be able to make it otherwise.” you tease, ruffling her hair with a laugh.
She pouts again, scrunching up her nose as she swats your hand away, “I can’t carry you!”
You tilt your head at her and grin, “Why not?”
Frank joins in quickly, “I thought you said you were tough Olive?”
Olive frowns, crossing her arms and sticking her tongue at you both, “I am! But I’m not big enough to do that—make Dwayne do it instead!”
“Fair point, maybe I will have Dwayne do it.” You cackle, pulling her in for a hug as Dwayne watches you both in amusement, “You’ll carry me to the car tomorrow right Dwayne?”
Dwayne rolls his eyes and shrugs just as his parents return with the room keys. Sheryl makes a very obvious point to ignore her husband as he walks next to her and she gestures for everyone to follow her towards the motel.
Olive lets go of you quickly, grabbing her little rolling suitcase before rushing off after her parents. You huff, dragging your feet a bit as you pick up your duffel bag and walk beside Dwayne as he smirked a bit at you, clearly a little amused by your dramatic whining.
Sheryl guides everyone along a row of doors on the second level of the motel, stopping in front of a door marked with a rusted 11 on the front, “Alright we will be in this room, grandpa you’re in room 13–”
“Mom can I stay with grandpa!”
Sheryl looks down at Olive and shrugs, “Honey that’s up to him–”
Olive turns quickly to her grandfather and doesn’t even have to say a word before he smiles at her, “ I got two beds—plus you could still use some rehearsing.”
Olive beams, “That's what I was thinking.”
“Okay now that's settled,” Sheryl smiles, though you can see it’s a little strained from the stress of the day,” Frank you’re in 12 with Dwayne and (Y/N)”
“Sheryl we shouldn’t be encouraging two teens to be alone together like this—”
“Richard.” Sheryl exhales turning to her husband with a sharp look, “They have had sleepovers before. It’s fine—besides Frank will be there too.” Richard opens his mouth to argue but seems to think better of it, going quiet as he looks down at his feet.
You don’t bother to mention that your mom had specifically requested that you don’t spend so much alone time with Dwayne—you hadn’t really intended on listening anyways.
Sheryl sighs after a moment, shaking her head as she passes the room key to Frank, “If you need anything, we’ll be in room 11”
Frank accepts the keys, holding his sister's hand for a moment, giving it a reassuring squeeze as he smiles, “We’ll be fine Sher,” he pauses, giving Richard a cheeky grin, “And don’t worry I’ll make sure there’s no funny business with the youths.”
You snort, instantly jumping in to join Frank in his mischief, “Don’t worry Mr.H I only dabble in funny business on Thursdays.” You pause, shrugging, “and sometimes on Sundays but that’s only if the stars are aligned in a certain way.” Dwayne snorts beside you as you beam at Richard, knowing damn well he can’t say a word without getting himself into more trouble with his wife.
Sheryl rolls her eyes, a small smile tugging at her lips as she steps towards you and Dwayne, pulling both of you into a hug. Dwayne tries to pull away, grumbling a bit when he realizes it’s pointless and you lean into the hug, giggling at the futile struggle of your friend. She pulls away after a second, pressing a kiss to Dwayne’s forehead, ignoring the way her son makes a face about it.
“Goodnight”
You beam, squeezing her hand as she pulls away from Dwayne and leans to press a kiss to your forehead as well, “Night Mrs. H”
She hums, and you’re surprised that she doesn’t tell you to call her by her first name like she usually does but you don’t say a word about it as she pulls away to hug Olive. Frank taps your shoulder and gestures for you and Dwayne to follow him to your room. He fumbles for a second with the lock before it clicks and he shoves the door open with a rather loud creak.
You barely make it two steps into the room before tossing your duffle bag to the side and diving onto one of the beds with a squeal as you hit the springy mattress. You hear Frank laugh as he shuts the door behind him and Dwayne stands at the end of the bed just staring at you with a small smile.
“Alright you hooligans, I want you exactly 5 feet apart at all times”
You sit up slightly, leaning on your elbows to look at Frank with a cheeky grin. He stares back at you, arms crossed as he feigns a look of disapproval. Dwayne shakes his head and sits down at the end of the bed, making it shift a bit under you.
Frank’s act doesn’t last long and after a minute he throws his hands in the air with a dramatic sigh, “Well I give up.”
You giggle, “Don’t worry I’ll keep the shenanigans to a minimum.”
“Much appreciated,” Frank snorts and tosses his bag onto the other bed, “Just don’t tell Richard or he’ll call me a loser again.”
You lift one arm up slightly giving Frank a mock salute, “Scouts honor, he’ll never find out, right Dwayne?” You turn to your friend, beaming at him as his lips twitch slightly and he shrugs.
Frank laughs and after a minute you roll off of the bed, standing quickly and grabbing your duffle bag off of the ground, “You mind if I change first?” Frank shakes his head and Dwayne shrugs as you thank them quietly and shuffle towards the bathroom.
You exit the bathroom after a few minutes, having changed into a pair of pale pink pajama shorts and a baggy T-shirt with a faded graphic of Van Gogh’s sunflower painting—once again it’s a shirt you had stolen from Dwayne—he’d gotten it during a field trip to an art museum—he denied of course that he’d picked the shirt specifically because he knew it had your favorite painting printed on it.
Frank nods at you with a smile as he shuffles past you to enter the bathroom. Dwayne lays across the bed closest to the door, silently reading his book, only looking up when you toss your duffel to the floor at the end of the bed. He stares at you, brows furrowing as he squints at your shirt.
He sets his book down across his lap and points at your shirt and then at himself and you grin.” Are you accusing me of stealing your shirt again?” he raises a brow at you and you giggle flopping down onto the bed, “because if you were, you’d be right.”
Dwayne rolls his eyes as you settle at his side and you beam at him, “Besides I know for a fact you picked this shirt because of me anyways.” He goes a bit red at the accusation but doesn't get the chance to deny it as his uncle pokes his head out of the bathroom.
“So listen, I have a really bad habit of kicking in my sleep and I’d really hate to accidentally push Dwayne off of the bed so would you guys be fine sharing the other bed instead?”
Dwayne freezes next to you, glancing up at his uncle as the older man gives him an amused smile as if he knows something that you don’t. You hardly flinch at the suggestion, you often sleepover at Dwayne’s house, and most of the time you wound up passing out curled up next to him in bed while watching a movie together—you try to ignore the fact that you always wake up a little flustered with his arms curled around your waist, holding you against his chest
Finally, you shrug, “I mean we already broke the 5 feet rule, what’s the harm in breaking another.”
“See that’s the spirit,” Frank chuckles, “Just remember, no funny business.” he grins—you pretend not to notice the wink he gives Dwayne as you grin back, saluting him as you had before. Frank stands there for a moment, just grinning cheekily before finally going back into the bathroom to brush his teeth.
You shake your head, smiling to yourself as you look over at Dwayne and nudge his arm, “You okay tough guy?”
He doesn’t look at you at first, staring daggers into the back of his uncle's head through the partially open door of the bathroom. You nudge him again, this time a little harder and he turns slowly to you, face a bit flushed when you repeat your question.
He shrugs and before you can say another word you hear yelling through the wall which makes you flinch a bit. It’s muffled enough that you can only just barely hear what’s being said but you immediately recognize the distinct voices of Richard and Sheryl.
Dwayne tilts his head a bit as if listening to a little closer to the yelling and despite your own distaste and discomfort for the drama of it all you find yourself leaning a bit closer to the wall as well in an attempt to hear better. You only catch bits of it—you couldn’t help finding a bit of joy in hearing Richard get his ass handed to him by Sheryl—occasionally you turn to Dwayne making faces when Richard says something particularly foolish.
Frank pokes his head out of the bathroom after a moment, brows furrowed when he too hears the muffled shouting of his sister and brother-in-law in the room next door. His gaze flicks to where you sit next to Dwayne, head resting delicately on his shoulder as the two of you listen to the private arguments of Sheryl and Richard.
He frowns, “Don’t listen to all that—Come on why don’t you watch something instead.” he leans out into the main area, swiping the remote off of the little dresser on which a small box TV rests, flicking it on to a random channel before tossing the remote onto the mattress at your feet. You jump a little when it hits your leg but don’t move to grab it, hardly glancing at the scene crackling on the screen.
Frank smiles awkwardly and nods, holding his toothbrush up, “I’m gonna go brush my teeth.” you smile back equally as awkward as he turns to enter the bathroom once more, leaving the door slightly ajar behind him.
Dwayne remains still beside you at first before rolling his eyes at you and leaning forward to grab the remote, turning the TV off again with an annoyed huff, tossing the remote to the other bed as he falls back into the bed beside you, bringing his arms up to fold behind his head.
The argument persists —“Fuck the nine steps Richard—It’s over! Forget it!---I never want to hear of the nine steps again—”
There is a beat of silence and then before you can stop yourself you snort, leaning up on your elbow to peer at Dwayne, watching the slow smile that spreads across his face, bringing a flush to his cheeks.
You bob your head to the side, wrinkling your nose at him and giggling as you playfully smack his chest, “Oh don’t look so excited you little shit—”
He shrugs and rolls his eyes, sighing contently as he hears his mother and step fater fall silent for a time. You don’t fault him one bit for feeling delighted by the downfall of his step father’s relationship with his mother—though it stings a bit with your parents divorce still being finalized.
Frank leaves the bathroom and you have to tap Dwayne’s shoulder to make sure he gets up to go change as well. He grumbles at first, swatting at your hand when you poke his side as he drags himself up off the bed and shuffles to the bathroom.
When he returns he remains in the same yellow shirt and a pair of black and grey pajama pants. He lays immediatly at your side and huffs as he falls into the pillows and you giggle as the bed shifts a bit beneath you. Frank watches the two of you carefully and as he curls into his own bed you are struck with the feeling again that he knows something that you don’t.----it reminds you once more of Edwin’s words; “kid’s got it bad for you, we all see it.”
It doesn’t take long for Frank to fall asleep—his loud snoring is a pretty clear sign that he’s out like a light–-while you remain awake, curled up next to Dwayne, his chest facing your back. You’re tired—in fact, you’re fucking exhausted not that you’re laying in an actual bed—yet you find yourself fighting sleep.
You wondered if Dwayne was awake—silently struggling to sleep like you were—or if he was peacefully asleep blissfully unaware of the fact that you were wide awake.
You let your mind wander, hoping it will distract you long enough that you’ll tire yourself out and finally be able to sleep. You think about the past few hours since you left your home early this morning—your father’s warm hug—your mother’s cold shoulder—Edwin being his usual troublemaking self—having ice cream with Olive—the bus breaking down—the old most kiss with Dwayne—joking with Frank and teasing Richard—Edwin’s advice—-Dwayne instantly knowing how to comfort you—it all turns over in your head on repeat, rewinding over one memory in particular.
The almost kiss—the way Dwayne’s face got all flushed—the way his eyes fell to your lips—the way held one of your hands like he was afraid of letting you go—the way he leaned in just slightly before stopping himself—
Alright–maybe letting your thoughts wander wasn’t the best option.
You huff and Dwayne shifts a bit behind you, one arm slipping over your side, hand resting warm against your hip. You go still and whisper quietly, “Dwayne?”
The only response you get is a low hum and the brush of his fingertips over your hip bone. You smile to yourself and slowly roll over to face him, his hand lifting for a moment until you settle back down and he rests his hand on your hip again. You blink rapidly until your eyes adjust to the dim lighting and you can see faintly see Dwane facing you with his eyes half-closed.
“Dwayne,”
His nose scrunches up and he hums, shaking his head as he curls his hand around your back,
pulling you a little closer and making you laugh quietly.
You lift your hand to his face, poking his cheek and whispering more insistently, “Dwayne–”
He grumbles, swatting at your hand until it falls between the two of you as he slowly opens his eyes and glares at you. You don’t need his notepad to be able to figure out that he’s telling you to go to bed. You giggle and close your eyes, lip twitching as you try to stop smiling.
You last barely a few seconds in silence before you start giggling again and he sighs heavily, pinching your side. You exhale, “Okay—okay—” you laugh breathlessly between your words, as you squeeze your eyes shut and try to relax again. You hear him sigh—you show a little mercy by not teasing him when you catch him smiling despite his attempt to seem annoyed.
You manage to relax a bit—you aren’t sure if you’re ready to admit that it might be because you’ve got Dwayne’s arm over your side, fingers tracing soothing circles over your lower back.
You do it without thinking–-your hand moves to the side of Dwayne’s face, fingers combing back his hair and brushing over his round cheeks. Dwayne jolts slightly, eyes opening in an instant as he furrows his brows at you, clearly confused by your actions.
You smile feeling suddenly very shy as you cup his cheek and whisper quietly, “I’m glad I came with you on this trip.”
Dwayne stares at you and although you can’t see it, you know he’s blushing—his cheek is warm against your palm. He looks like he wants to say something—and for a moment you almost think he’s about to break his 9-month vow—instead, he offers you a sheepish smile and a soft hum in agreement.
It takes you a minute to stop staring at him—eyes catching on his when they wander to your lips again—all it would take is a second for you to just close the gap—-you wonder if he’d stop you if you tried. You don’t give yourself the chance to find out, instead, you pinch his cheek, grinning at him when he pouts, and you move your hand away from his face, resting it on his side—mimicking the way he gently holds your hip.
“Night tough guy,”
You don’t need him to speak for you to know what he’s thinking as he hums quietly—you can almost hear his voice in your head teasingly mumbling, ‘Goodnight smartass’---- you laugh, quiet and airy as you close your eyes, curling a little close to him until you’ve got your head tucked under his chin. It takes barely a few seconds for you to start drifting off, lulled to sleep by the sound of Dwayne’s heartbeat and his hand on your side, fingers still absently tracing over your hip.
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Ray of Sunshine-Dwayne Hoover-Chapter 1
Summary: Seventeen-year-olds Dwayne Hoover and Tyler Walker (or Ty as she’s affectionately known in the Hoover house) have been best friends since they were born. His mom and her mom are best friends too, so they had every chance to be together. They only have each other and are madly in love. However, the other person doesn’t know about their friend’s feelings. Will a chaos filled trip to California for his little sister’s beauty pageant allow these feelings to surface and let the childhood friends become more or will the the inseparable duo keep them bottled inside, not wanting to risk that cherished friendship that’s always been a little more?
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI! Language, Talk of Underage Sex, Mentions of Attempted Suicide - not by Dwayne or OC, Fat Shaming of a Seven Year Old, Absent Parent, Death of Character - Not Dwayne or OC, ALL Warnings for the movie apply to this series!
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Third Person POV
‘The best relationships are the ones you didn’t expect to be in and the ones you never saw coming.’ - Anon
When you’re seventeen years old, you usually find your best friend when you start kindergarten or even as your school years go by. It’s different for Dwayne Hoover and Tyler Walker. They’ve been best friends since the day she was born. It was something bound to happen. Dwayne’s mother, Sheryl, and Tyler’s mother, Abby, have been best friends since they were children and when they both got married in their early twenties, they knew they wanted their children to be friends.
The two separate couples moved into houses next door to each other, not wanting to be far away from one another. They both found out they were pregnant two weeks apart and they were ecstatic. Their children were born three days apart with Dwayne being first. Since then, the two children were barely seen away from each other.
With them being so close and close in age, folks always thought they were brother and sister, but they weren’t. They were each other’s only friend, really just needing one another, and having no desire to make any other friends. They’re both really quiet unless they're around family and stay to themselves, only wanting each other there.
They were each other’s safe space, not that they would tell anyone that. Even at such a young age, they rarely fought and when they did it would only be for a few hours before one of them would show up at the other’s house, needing their comfort. When the kids were around five, Sheryl divorced her husband and he moved out, leaving her the house.
He soon moved to another state but does see Dwayne every spring break and summer. A year later, Sheryl ended up meeting a man by the name of Richard Hoover. They decided to get married two years later and Dwayne’s last name was changed to Richard’s. The two teens aren’t huge fans of Richard, but they try to keep the peace for Sheryl’s sake.
It’s mainly because of his “get rich quick” schemes that he’s been talked into; he’s let it go to his head. After another two years, Sheryl was pregnant again, this time with a girl who they named Olive. Both Dwayne and Ty love Olive to death, even with the latter treating her as her younger sister. During that same year, while Sheryl’s family was experiencing happiness and joy at bringing life into the world by gaining a member, Abby’s family was enjoying theirs getting smaller.
Abby’s husband left, wanting a divorce. She happily signed the papers, pleased to get rid of the man. Tyler hasn’t seen him since, not that it bothers her much. When the kids were thirteen, Abby got a new job on a cruise ship. For the last four years, she’s rarely been home, needing the money. Sheryl would happily allow Ty to stay at their house whenever she wanted.
It started with three to four days a week that then quickly turned into five to six. Suddenly, Sheryl decided to have her practically move in. It’s not right for the girl to be home alone more often than not. Since she’s there a great deal, she would sleep in Dwayne’s room since they did not have any extra bedrooms.
No one minded, except Richard that is, when they got older.
‘They’re teenagers, Sheryl. They could be doing anything in that room.’ He had said.
She came back with, ‘They’re just friends, Richard. It is possible for boys and girls to be just friends, you know.’
What the Hoover’s didn’t know was that the teenagers were madly in love. They’ve been in love with one another since they were young, yet they never told each other. They didn’t want to ruin their amazing friendship. Like it was said earlier, they only had each other. They didn’t want to lose their only friend because of some ‘crush’...which wasn’t a crush anymore as time went on.
Six months before their seventeenth birthdays, Dwayne decided to take a vow of silence. He was a huge fan of Friedrich Nietzsche and for years wanted to join the Air Force Academy as a Fighter Jet pilot. He decided to put the two together, putting in his dedication. Now, this vow of silence would end when he was finally accepted.
Tyler is his number one supporter. Always has been, always will be. Since the day he told her about wanting to take the vow, she’s had his back. It took awhile to get used to but she was there every step of the way. For their combined birthday party at the Hoover’s house, Tyler got him a four pack of notepads which he really appreciated.
It’s another way he knew she had his back during this. Due to her always drawing in his notepads or on random sheets of paper, Dwayne got her a brand new drawing pad with a few pencils, which she takes with her everywhere. It’s now the middle of June and they are two months away from starting their senior year of high school.
Dwayne is doing his daily exercise which consists of jumping rope, sit-ups with Tyler holding his legs, pushups and bench presses. Sometimes he’d even have his best friend or sister sit on his back while doing the push ups, giving him that extra weight. Tyler is now laying in his bed, reading her favorite book, The Great Gatsby, waiting for him to be done, knowing it can take awhile.
Hanging on the wall beside his bed toward the door is a bed sheet with a large drawing of Nietzsche that Tyler had drawn him when he first took the vow. To the left of that is a full body mirror. Against the wall next to the door is a large home-made calendar that he has next to his door, titled Flight School.
He has been counting down the days till he’s finally able to enlist. In front of it is his bench press and his weights, which when he’s finished, he places it against the wall. Hanging close against the ceiling is an actual parachute, bunched up as if it was popped open and in the air. It used to belong to Tyler’s grandfather, but he happily gave it to Dwayne years beforehand, not having a need for it.
On the other side of the room, at the end of the bed next to Tyler’s bag and his water jug with his Flight School money, is a desk that he uses when he has homework. It also has some artist supplies that Ty keeps at his house. He likes to use them to paint his models. He also makes sure that his Fighter Jet model sits at the top with his mini money safe.
Sometimes, he’ll even paint some of the drawings that Ty does for him. Against the wall facing the bed is a dresser, filled with Tyler’s clothes she has brought over the years. It was Sheryl’s idea so the teenagers didn’t have to keep walking next door at night. Dwayne didn’t object since he barely had anything in that dresser anyway.
Next to that is his closet, holding most of his shirts, jackets and his few dress shirts. Behind the door is ‘his’ dresser, containing the rest of his shirts, jeans, sleepwear as well as undergarments. His stereo sits on top with his speaker and piles of CDs everywhere. He even has a mini Halloween skeleton hanging from a trophy he won for a plane model he created back in middle school.
There are posters of jets around the room as well as random drawings Tyler’s done for him littering the walls. Mainly next to her spot on the bed where she tapped them up. If one would glance around the room, they would find random items he’s bought and gotten as a child cluttering the desk and floor from where he just left them.
Despite Tyler having her own bedroom in her house, she loves being in Dwayne’s room. Everywhere you look you can see a piece of his childhood. Hell, you can even see her in the room, due to her always being there. He doesn’t mind. He loves walking into his room and seeing her drawings or a sock she left on the floor.
They’re madly in love. Just seeing the other’s items or being around them fills their stomachs with butterflies. Not that they would tell the other. Not even their families know. They’ve kept it to themselves for years and they both plan on keeping that way. As Dwayne finishes jumping rope, he realizes he stopped keeping count as he started thinking of his best friend.
He starts jumping again when Tyler’s voice is heard.
“Eighty-nine.”
He pauses and looks over his shoulder at her to see her grinning with her eyes in her book.
“I was counting with you. You’re almost done.” She says, glancing at him causing him to shake his head with a smile.
He finishes his exercises, making sure to keep his thoughts away from her, and walks over to his large calendar. He writes a number at the bottom before crossing it out. He looks toward his bed to see her laying there not paying attention to him anymore. He smirks to himself slightly before picking up the towel he uses to wipe up his sweat.
He tosses it at her causing her to gasp softly when it lands on her book. Turning her head to the side, she glares up at her tall, lanky, silent best friend. He grins, his eyes playful and teasing, and takes a few steps toward her.
“You are so mean to me.” She mumbles, tossing the cloth back at him with a giggle.
He laughs silently as he shrugs before taking off his gloves he wears when he works out. He tosses them onto the nearby dresser before waving his arms as if he’s shooing her away. She rolls her eyes, grinning and scoots over, knowing he wants to read his own book now. Before he can sit on the bed, the telephone rings.
He pauses for a moment, waiting to see if anyone would pick it up. He’s the last one to pick up, because either one of two things will happen. One option would be that he’d sound like some creepy, stalker, serial killer, just breathing into the phone. Or two, he’d be forced to break his vow of silence, and that’s not something he wants to do.
“I got it!” Olive yells throughout the house before the ringing is stopped.
He nods to himself before plopping down on the bed. When he moves to lay back onto Tyler’s stomach, his little sister runs into the room, the cordless house phone in her hand.
“Dwayne, mom is on the phone for you.” She says, walking over to him.
Tyler closes her book and sits up, knowing she’s going to have to talk for him. She scoots to the edge of the bed to sit beside him.
“He’s on the phone, Sheryl.” She speaks up slightly, making sure the older woman heard her.
She hears the woman speak but can’t understand the words coming through the phone. Dwayne shakes his head, seemingly annoyed.
“He’s saying no.” Tyler says, moving her head near the phone.
After a few seconds, he shakes his head even more aggressively, looking toward his best friend, irritation on his face.
“He’s still saying no.” She says, watching him.
Dwayne then tilts his head back as his mother continues to talk. When she finishes, he looks at Tyler and points to her. She tilts her head slightly before speaking.
“He’s pointing to me.”
Sheryl talks for a few more seconds before he hands the telephone to his best friend. She takes it, still watching him.
“Hey, Sheryl.”
“Tyler! Okay, so my brother Frank is coming to stay with us and he…” She sighs through her nose, probably smoking again. “He tried to kill himself and he cannot be alone. The only room we have is with you and Dwayne. I would understand if you would want to sleep at your house for a while if you’re uncomfortable with Frank sleeping in the room.”
The teen watches Dwayne who shrugs, still irritated, but he understands. Tyler bites her lip, thinking to herself as she watches him. She knows that Dwayne would never let anything happen to her. She trusts him with her life.
“Are you sure it’s okay for me to still stay? I don’t…”
Her best friend gives her a look, silently saying ‘you ain’t going anywhere!’
“I don’t want you staying in that house alone, sweetie. That’s why you practically live with us. I just want to make sure you’re comfortable.” She says, wanting to assure the young girl.
“If it’s okay with Dwayne, it’s okay with me.” She finally says, reaching over to gently rub Dwayne’s arm, assuring him that she’s not going anywhere.
“Thank you.”
She hands the phone back to Dwayne who puts it to his ear. Thinking for a moment, he closes his eyes and blows air out of his nose, sighing at whatever his mother’s saying, and nodding at Tyler.
“He said yes.” She says, moving her hand up his arm so that she can start rubbing him on the back.
He eventually hangs up the phone, handing it back to his little sister who takes it.
“What are you guys doing in here?” She asks, glancing between them.
“I’m reading my book while your brother is being a nuisance.” Tyler smirks, looking at her best friend.
He playfully glares at her and pushes her causing her to squeal, almost falling off the bed. Dwayne quickly grabs her wrist, catching her before helping her back onto the bed. Olive giggles, knowing how the two best friends are.
“What’s a nuisance?” She tilts her head with a smile.
“It means he’s annoying.” She answers with a grin.
“Oh! He is!” She nods slightly, giggling. “I’m gonna go back to rehearsing!”
She quickly runs out of the room, not speaking another word to her brother or his best friend. Tyler giggles softly and looks as Dwayne grabs his notepad from his side table. He clicks his pen against his thigh before writing quickly on the paper. She waits until he hands her the small notebook.
‘Have to get the cot for Frank.’
She nods in understanding before standing up from the bed. He closes the notepad as he stands, sticking it, as well as the pen, into his back pocket. Already knowing where to go, she walks out of the room and down the hallway to the closet. She pulls out a blanket that matches Dwayne’s, a throw blanket and a pillow.
She turns back down the hallway, walking into her second bedroom. Dwayne looks up as he unclips the cot, allowing it to unfold in the middle of his room. He gestures around him, silently asking ‘where should we put it?’ Tyler bites the inside of her lip, thinking to herself.
“What about the back of the room?” She points toward ‘her’ dresser.
Dwayne thinks to himself for a moment before pushing the cot so the end of it is against his dresser behind the door, away from where she said. He’s still able to get into his closet and he doesn’t want her to keep having to move the cot to get to her clothes. He steps back and Tyler hands him the pillow and throw blanket.
Opening the comforter, she waves it in the air slightly so it will lay flat across the cot. She folds the top to make it neater before grabbing the Cookie Monster pillow from her best friend. She puts it at the end of the cot away from the dresser before turning to Dwayne.
He lays the blanket and pillow she had picked out in the middle.
“Team work makes the dream work, baby!” She brings her hand up, her palm facing him.
He playfully rolls his eyes as butterflies enter his stomach and he high-fives her causing her to giggle. He closes his bedroom door as she walks back toward the bed. Picking her book up from where she tossed it earlier, she turns and crawls back into her self-proclaimed spot. Laying down with her head on Dwayne’s second pillow, she opens her book, continuing to read from where she left off.
He makes sure she’s comfy before picking up his own book, Thus Spoke Zarathustra, and lays down next to her.
It seems like hours before Sheryl and Frank got home but it’s only been about thirty minutes. She opens the front door, keeping it ajar for her brother to follow in behind her. She has his duffle bag and suitcase in her hands. Glancing around the house, she lays her purse on the floor next to a stand before putting her keys in a small tray.
She looks behind her to see Frank looking around the small foyer area. She moves to close the door behind him then walks around him past the living room.
“Hello? Anyone?” She calls out but no one answers her.
She takes a peek into the kitchen before walking toward the hallway.
“Down here. We have you with Dwayne and Tyler.” She says, glancing back at him as she walks.
He raises an eyebrow but doesn’t question it. He’s met the young lady before and knows they’re close so it’s not much of a shock that she’s there. Sheryl knocks on the door before opening it to reveal the teens, reading side by side as they lay in his bed. They both look up toward the door, lowering their books slightly.
“Kids, Uncle Frank is here. Ty, you remember him, right?” She asks as she puts his bags by the cot they set up.
“Yeah. Hi, Frank.” She smiles softly as she sits up.
He nods slightly at her before looking at his sister with an expression that reads ‘Are you kidding?’ Dwayne sits up so he’s sitting at the edge of his bed, watching his uncle.
“He doesn’t mind, Frank. We talked.” Sheryl says, looking at him. “Besides, Ty pretty much lives here so it’s not just you two.”
He glances down the hallway toward the living room, gesturing slightly but his sister shakes her head.
“I know, I know but we can’t have you sleeping alone.” She cups her own face slightly with a sadden expression. “I’m sorry. I have to insist.”
Dwayne stands up from the bed, putting his hand out for his best friend. She takes his hand, using his help to stand up. Keeping a hold of her hand, he leads her out of the room, past his uncle. Tyler smiles slightly, allowing him to usher her to the dining room table. Knowing they just want to read their books, Sheryl walks into the bedroom, making sure the cot was put together.
“You’ll get along fine. They’re really quiet.” She shakes her head at her small joke. “Here’s your cot.”
She smiles, knowing that Tyler fixed it up. She looks at her brother, who is still standing at the doorway.
“Please, Frank.” She says, but he never moves. “Please?”
He sighs and walks into the room, looking down at the cot.
“Thank you.” She says, walking toward the door as he sits down with a nod. “I’m gonna start dinner. Come out when you’re settled. And…Leave the door open. That’s important.”
He looks up at her slightly with an unknown expression considering the door had been closed a few minutes prior. She gives him a strained smile before walking over and kissing his forehead. Leaving him in the room, Sheryl walks down the hallway, noticing the two teens sitting at the table side by side, reading their own books.
“Dwayne, honey, there’s a bucket of chicken in the car. Can you get it?” She asks, walking around the table. “And Ty, can you get me another chair for Frank while I make a salad?”
Finishing the last line of her sentence, Tyler closes her book and stands up, pushing it toward her friend before walking to another part of the house. Spending practically every day in the house for four years, she knows where everything is. She hears Sheryl and Richard talking when she waddles back into the room with the requested chair.
The answering machine beep is heard and a woman starts talking but the only one paying attention is Richard. He stops listening when it’s not Stan Grossman, his new partner in a get rich quick scheme.
“Dwayne.” Sheryl sighs, walking past the table toward the bedrooms. “Come on. Please, the chicken. It’s in the car. Can you also set the table? We’ll do paper plates tonight.”
He stands up from his chair as he finishes the last few words of his paragraph before closing the book. He grabs Tyler’s and puts both books on the shelf behind the table, knowing they’re not going to get anymore reading done. Slightly pulling up his pants, he walks toward the front door, finally listening to his mother.
Tyler scoots down the chairs she and her best friend were using down the table a smidge before putting the chair she grabbed next to Dwayne’s.
“It’s your sister!” Richard calls out before sighing to himself. “Fuck.”
The younger teen raises an eyebrow and looks at him.
He wipes his face, realizing the girl was still in the room. He holds his hand up slightly in a small wave. He hates strong language in the house and is always commenting when someone curses around him so him just cussing in front of the almost adult is slightly embarrassing.
“Sorry, Ty.” He gives her a strained smile before grabbing the telephone and dials a number. “Richard Hoover for Stan Grossman.”
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YOURE..voice?
(a really bad first fanfic..!)
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dwayne was nervous. like stupidly nervous. he bit his nails and tapped his feet over and over again. he starred at the big nietzsche sheet in his room. he felt stupid for being nervous..he was nervous because you were coming over to his house, finally after the road trip. so much happened. the had gotten banned from any beauty pageant in california, his grandpa died, but what he was most nervous about was..his voice.you had never. and i mean NEVER. heard his voice before. you had heard chuckles and little quiet laughs.. but never his actual voice. ‘what if she hates it. what if she thinks it’s stupid and laughs at me.’ not that he CARED or anything. but..he just wanted to sound cool..for you.
you on the other hand were ecstatic. dwayne was your best friend. even if you had only know him for a couple of months you grew close. close enough to where you met his family, got to go through his room, and even seen baby pictures. you didn’t have many friends, and neither did dwayne. you guys were like a match made in heaven. though one thing about dwayne is that.. he doesn’t really speak. ever since you met him he hadn’t spoke. he explained why in a long note written on his note pad. you understood why and never really bugged him about it. yes, thinking about what his voice sounded like when you heard a little laugh or something drove you crazy, but you never really said anything. you really wanted to hear his voice because you kinda developed a crush on him.
you really loved everything about him. his hair, his style, his sense of humor, his handwriting, the little smirk he does when you say something funny. he really just drove you crazy. but now you were seeing him. and you couldn’t be happier.
before you knew it you were raising your hand to knock on his door. you waited patiently playing with your sweater and rocking back and forth. the door slightly opened as you saw dwayne’s mom open the door. “oh!” she said quietly as she swung the door open “hey y/n!” you smirked and waved. “hi mrs.hoover..” you said quietly. “DWAYNE Y/N IS HERE.” she said slightly shouting.
dwayne’s heart stopped as he heard your mom say that. he was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t even realize the time. he quickly put some stuff away and ran to the door. “hi dwayne!” you said while taking off your shoes. you walked over smiling at him. “i missed you.” you said looking up at him. he nodded quickly and led you to his room, blushing slightly at the comment.
“soooooo…how was your trip!!” you said laying down on his bed. dwayne sat down slowly next to you. he didn’t know how to do this. he realized just ripping off the band-aid was the best option. he took a small deep breath in and slowly spoke.
“it was fine..”
you didn’t even realize he spoke at first. you thought someone was at the door tricking you. that’s when you saw no one..except dwayne?
“what..?”
“i said it was fine y/n.”
you got up quickly, mouth wide open.
“EXCUSE ME??”
dwayne giggled and looked at you. “i speak now.” he said looking down. “ but.. what about nietzsche..the vow. what happened??” you said trying to process how beautiful he sounded.
“well turns out i’m colorblind. meaning i can’t be a pilot. yeah..” he said sadly. “oh my god. dwayne..i’m really sorry.” you said trying to comfort him. “it’s fine. i don’t really care..” you looked at dwayne knowing he was lying but didn’t want to talk about it. you tried to change the subject.. knowing it was the best thing to do.
“you sound..really nice though..” you said hiding your face in your hands. dwayne blushed hard. and i mean hard. he didn’t think you would say that. all that worrying for nothing. “thank you..” he said sheepishly.
♦️♦️♦️♦️
 Hours passed..
you had been talking to dwayne the whole time. asking him about anything and everything, just to hear his voice. you never thought he would sound this.
“dwayne. i love your voice.”
your eyes widened. you didn’t really mean to say it like that..
“thank you..” he said blush tinting he cheeks again.
you couldn’t take it anymore. you loved dwayne and you couldn’t sit here and act like you didn’t. you couldn’t sit here and act like you only wanted to be friends. you needed to tell him now.
“um. dwayne.. can i please tell you something..”
“yes y/n?”
the way he said your name made this urge to tell him stronger. hoping he would feel the same way. hoping he would confess his love too..
“can you please promise we will still be friends. no matter what?”
“of course. nothing will change that. now tell me. you’re scaring me.”
you took a deep breath in and looked in his eyes
and you placed a soft kiss on his lips.
his eyes widen. panic starts to set in as you realized he probably didn’t feel the same. god you felt so stupid. of course someone as perfect as dwayne wouldn’t like you back. dwayne moved closer to you, your panic starting to slowly slip away. dwyane admires your perfect face, blushing, a smile was then plastered on his face.
“i’ve been in love with you for..forever.”
“that was really straightforward.”
you said smiling
he blushed at how perfect your smile looked in the moment. the way your hair was all messed up from laying down and moving around so much, how the white lamp in his room somehow made you look so beautiful. he couldn’t believe you..the prettiest girl he has ever seen…liked him.
“can i..like..”
“kiss me nerd.” you said forming the words for him
he slowly kissed you moving his lips to match yours. moving his cold hand to your cheek, smiling against your lips.
you caught your breath after the life changing kiss. he liked you. you liked him. and you both couldn’t be happier. you buried your head in the crook of his neck as you took a deep breath.
and..he speaks 🏷️
ALRIGHT THAT WAS IT..! i don’t even know if i really like it but if you guys have suggestions please do give me them. i really wanna fix my writing and make it better. LOVE U ☺️
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Okay so you got me obsessed with college!dwayne now so how about Hurricane (johnnies theme) with him? Or if you have to many requests with that prompt The World Ender is good too. He’s just so ugh and I’m so glad you got me thinking about this cause now he lives in my head rent free lmao
Author’s Note | thank you, Sam, for giving me an excuse to vent how much I hate my English professor <3 and also thank you for being such a lovely friend i love you so so so much mwah mwah mwah you're the best!!
"I swear to God, Dwayne, I am going to drop Professor Dixon's class and there's nothing you can do to stop me." you grumble from your place on Dwayne's couch.
With your legs kicked up over his lap, Dwayne hardly acknowledges you, opting to prop his book on your shins.
You sigh, "I saaaaid, there's nothing you can do to stop--"
"I heard what you said." Dwayne cuts you off with a steady tone, "You're not going to drop the class."
Chewing on your bottom lip, you reply, "I absolutely will, Dwayne. Professor Dixon is an asshole."
Dwayne blinks slowly, finally glancing at you from the corner of his eyes. He knows you well enough by now that he gets how you're picking at him. You're just begging for a drop of his attention. So he bites.
"What did he do now?" he drones.
You blink on like a lightbulb, always eager when Dwayne gives you the chance to rant to your heart's content. Something about the way he listens silently reassures you that he's actually absorbing what you say.
"So he finally graded our essays, right? What did you get?"
Dwayne pauses, knowing his answer will only set you off more. "An A..." he trails off.
You let out a choked laugh, "Of course he did! But that's because he likes you! He thinks everything you do is perfect."
"What? Did he not like yours?" he looks at you head on now, picking apart your strained expression.
"Oh, gee, I think he loved it, Dwayne. He said that my analysis of the literature was uninspired and that I should really work on being more concise." You reply with a spitting edge in your tone. It's a bitterness that brings Dwayne back to his childhood home; reminds him of his mother and Richard passive aggressively arguing.
Normally he'd roll his eyes at your drama. But he catches the way your eyelids flutter, blinking back the imminent tears. And as soon as he sees that, all the cynicism drains from his body.
Dwayne begins to reassure you, "Hey, I'm sure if you talk to him about it, he can show you what he didn't like and--"
You cut him off coldly, "Yeah fucking right. Dwayne, you went over that paper with me. You said to me yourself that you thought it was great. But of course he didn't think it was great. Because no matter what I give him, he's already decided that I'm not worth it and it's fucking frustrating."
You'd come across professors that rubbed you the wrong way. But this was different. This was a person who made you almost despise the subject that you loved with his pure, unadulterated indifference. It killed you seeing Dwayne actually getting along with him in class, engaging in debates that you knew you were just as capable of participating in.
It's not Dwayne's fault exactly. You don't like being so angry at him over something he can't control. But it's not like you can waltz into Dixon's officer and chastise him over his questionable teaching. That would only prove to him that you were some raging child who wasn't fit for the world of academia.
No, if you were going to get through this class, you'd have to grin and bear it. Take the insults to your intelligence and to your being. Which meant venting it all out to Dwayne. And suddenly, that response seemed terribly unfair to him.
You turn away, resting your elbows on your knees and pinching the bridge of your nose. "I shouldn't be taking it out on you. I'm sorry, Dwayne." You sigh and hide your face from him, not wanting him to see the tears that are still threatening to spill down your cheeks.
But Dwayne freezes, staring at your back. Watching how it rises and falls with every shallow breath you take to try to calm yourself down. For a moment, he's not entirely sure what to say. He thinks if he tries to touch you, you might just snap at him again.
Tilting his head back and taking a deep breath, Dwayne thinks he might understand it. Then again, maybe he doesn't. Either way, it's the exact kind of thing he hates. That's the one part of college he will ever understand. The performance of it. Sometimes he still feels like he's in high school, dealing with petty professors that sometimes just decide on a whim how they'd feel about a student.
He hates elitism and exclusivity. He hates how it impacts people like you, seemingly at random.
He lifts up his head and says clearly, "Well, fuck him."
You glance back at him, "Huh?"
"Fuck. Him. If he's going to do that shit to you, we're going to make him regret it."
With most of your adrenaline having already faded, you say meekly, "What are you talking about?"
Dwayne replies firmly, "Tomorrow, you and I are going to the head of the department and filing a complaint. And if Dixon tries to give you shit about it, I'll make sure he knows that he can shove his opinion right where the sun doesn't shine."
"You'd really do that? You'd stand up to him?" you ask carefully.
Without missing a single beat, he answers, "Of course I would." Dwayne moves closer to you, choosing to rub your lower back. "Listen, no one gets to make you feel like you're worthless. No one. Especially not when I'm around."
You like the way his palm molds to your spine and focus on the continued, rhythmic circles that soothe your temper. Staring at him directly in the eyes, you finally manage a smile. "Thank you, Dwayne." you say softly before leaning fully into his side and closing your eyes, focusing on his touch and the promise for tomorrow.
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Can I have a Paul Dano character matchup? I’m about 5’5 with black/brown hair, I have a very cutesy aesthetic (like hello kitty, pastels, etc) but have a very flirty and loud personality. I’m also curvy. I have blue/gray eyes. I’m the type of person that loves anything to do with their s/o, from spending time alone cuddling to going on a road trip with them!
I match you with…
Dwayne Hoover!
Dwayne finds your style so adorable, expect lots of little trinkets that match the aesthetic that he probably felt a little embarrassed buying by himself at the shops- but it’s so worth it seeing you pleasantly surprised and happy 🥰
If anyone makes any comments about your figure, they’ll get a death stare from him and he’ll grab your hand and pull you closer in a cute attempt of being protective and tough lol 😊 he does the same with his grandad 😂
Dwayne loves doing anything that means he gets to spend time with you too!! So long as you’re happy, it doesn’t matter that much to him what you’re doing… simp 💛
Road trips are cool, but one day he wants to fly you somewhere 🙃 he’ll make it work!
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