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lifeontoast · 9 months

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Super Freak

Aged up!Dwayne Hoover x reader (gender neutral reader – no pronouns used)

SUMMARY: Dwayne finally lets loose at Olive’s pageant, and admits something he never thought he would. Dwayne is aged up.

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: thank you lovely anon for this request! Hope you like it :) Feel free to drop me any other Paul Dano requests if you have them.

Trigger warnings: character death (canon)

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You were friends with the Hoovers.

That was the understatement of the century. You were practically their third child, the amount of time you spent at their place.

At first, it started as babysitting Olive when her parents were busy. You lived nearby, and were known to be extremely trustworthy and so were an obvious choice. Olive took such a shine to you that she began to look for excuses for her parents to go out just so you could come around; Sheryl was happy to oblige with this, as she knew she could trust you and was happy to have some time with her husband when they were normally both so busy.

Sheryl had invited you for dinner one day, the day that Olive got the call about the Little Miss Sunshine pageant. Of course, you were super happy for her, and gave her a big hug and a smile. Of course, she was going to go, and win it to boot. But then came the logistics. Sheryl didn’t feel comfortable leaving Dwayne alone with Frank, so she begged him to come.

Now little did you know, but Dwayne had also taken a shine to you when you came to babysit. He saw how you were willing to do anything, play any game with Olive and he loved it. He secretly loved his little sister with all his heart, and was happy to see her happy. Though he never said a word, the two of you communicated occasionally through small smiles and nods. Dwayne hoped that one day he would pluck up the courage to actually “talk” to the gorgeous babysitter. Not that it would matter if he did or not, of course; there was no way you liked him back. Right?

One day, when you were over babysitting, he was just sitting on his bed reading Nietzsche, he heard music coming from the living room. He quietly made his way to the source of the sound, purely out of curiosity. Here’s what he saw: you and Olive dancing around the living room without a care in the world. You were happy and laughing together, and Dwayne thought it was one of the most wonderful things he’d ever witnessed. You caught his eyes and smiled a big, beautiful smile. Just for him. It was then that he knew he was in love with you.

Anyway, Sheryl was uncomfortable leaving Dwayne alone with Frank, so she begged him to come with them to the pageant. He shook his head strongly, looking disgusted. Just because he loved his sister didn’t mean that he was willing to go and watch a bunch of 7 year olds flaunt themselves on stage in front of a crowd of adults, being judged on their every move. He found it appalling. Wrong, even. She kept pleading, and Dwayne could only think of one thing that would make him not hate every second. He took out his pad and pen, looked his mother in the eye, and wrote one sentence on the pad:

Only if Y/N can come.

Her eyes widened a little when she saw what was written, but she knew there was no other way. She thought the request was for Olive’s sake, as she adored you - Sheryl didn’t even think Dwayne liked you. She didn’t really mind; you were very pleasant company. Little did she know, the request was purely for Dwayne’s own sake. She looked at you, with a slight blush dusting your cheeks as you had caught a glimpse of the notepad.

‘Y/N, honey, would you like to come to the pageant with us?’ She smiled.

‘Yeah, I’d love to, if you’re sure that’s okay?’ You replied.

‘Of course it is!’ Sheryl laughed.

She held out a hand for Dwayne to shake. He took it. You risked a quick glance over at Dwayne - he had the ghost of a grin on his face.

So, that was how, a little while later, you found yourself in the backseat of a bright yellow VW van, driving to California in the scorching heat.

The trip had been filled with drama. Grandpa passed on, Frank bumped into a ghost from his past, Richard lost the book deal of a lifetime, and Dwayne started talking. Ever since he found out he was colour-blind, he had given up on his goal of flight school.

When he had his breakdown, you were the first to go and comfort him, due to your kind and compassionate nature. As he heard your running footsteps coming towards him, a ghost of a smile made its way onto his face despite how distraught he felt; when you hugged him tight, he couldn’t help but hug you back. It was like you were made to be in his arms. Him in yours. You just belonged there. It felt so natural, but so strange nonetheless. The girl who he had been harbouring a secret crush on for months was finally hugging him. Just like he had been dreaming of.

Eventually, Olive came over and gave her brother a hug too. When he was ready, he made his way back to the van, each of you on one side of him. As you walked, you both felt your hands accidentally brush together. You both blushed and looked away. Olive, unusually observant for a 7-year-old, noticed. She smiled to herself, knowing of your mutual infatuations. She would have to play matchmaker to get you two to realise feelings for each other.

Before long, you were at the pageant. After the drama with the late registration, Olive was backstage getting ready. You sat in the lobby with Frank and Dwayne, conversing about one thing or another. Eventually, you found yourselves outside, the ocean breeze ruffling your hair in a very angelic fashion (thought Dwayne). His own black hair was blowing gently too, and even under the long, raven strands you could see the grin evident on his face. Frank stood back and allowed you two to discreetly gaze lovingly into each other’s eyes, still fully unaware of the other’s attractions. You leaned on the railing of the promenade and thought to yourself how it would be a perfect spot for a date with Dwayne. If only he liked you back. Frank saw you looking dreamy and wistful, and he smiled to himself; young love.

‘Hey, Y/N? Dwayne? Should we go back inside?’ he said softly. He hated himself for killing the moment, but the show was about to start.

You nodded in unison and began to wander back to the hotel. Once again, your hands brushed accidentally, and you blushed and grinned shamefully, hardly daring to look at Dwayne for fear that he’d find out your secret.

Back in the hotel, the pageant was a disaster. Dwayne had made clear his disdain for the event, and now he sat, stony-faced, in the audience. Next to you. You felt your heart flutter as he sat so close; the smallness of the room meant that all the chairs had to be crammed together to fit them all in. You’d never been so near to him. You felt the gentle heat from his skinny but definitely muscular arms, and, glancing up at his face, you felt your heart burst. Your love had reached its climax; this was it, you were going to say something. But you didn’t. Because the boy you loved definitely didn’t love you back.

The opening bars to ‘Super Freak’ began, and Olive began her dance. You thought it was brilliant, but the judges clearly did not. It was even better than when she had practiced with you. The judges and emcee were trying desperately to get her off the stage, but Olive wasn’t having any of it. The Richard got up on the stage, and one by one, the whole family ran up to the stage to join Olive in support.

Finally, it was just you and Dwayne left sitting in the audience. A sudden jolt of adrenaline coursed through your veins, and you grabbed the boy’s hand and ran towards the stage with him. He just looked at you in shock. Once up on the stage, he had no clue what to do, but you led him along. Gradually, he found his feet and surprisingly, he was actually enjoying himself. On a stage, in front of a hundred strangers, dancing with his sister’s babysitter. That was not something he thought he’d be doing when he woke up this morning! He looked over at you, and you were smiling at him. Again. He felt a flutter in his stomach, and suddenly Dwayne couldn’t deny his feelings for you any longer. He took you in his arms and spun you around. You just blushed; your heart beating madly. He pulled you close to him, and looked deep into your eyes; every person in the room except you two vanished. He placed a gentle kiss on your blushing cheek, and smiled. You couldn’t believe your luck – Dwayne Hoover was kissing you! He seemed to gain courage, and, leaning into your ear, he whispered three little words:

‘I love you.’

The song finished, and the family turned to look at the two of you, blushing and grinning in each other’s arms. Frank just laughed. He knew it had to happen eventually.

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A/N: as usual, thanks so much for reading! You guys rock! Once again, feel free to drop me any other Paul requests if you have them.

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nroibdodyl3e1r · 1 year

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Hi ! here is the first chapter of my fiction. I just finished it so maybe I'll edit it later.

Olive's babysitter

Notes: I aged Dwayne because in the movie he's 15 and I didn't feel comfortable writing about him at that age, so I gave him 18 (he's a senior in high school.) Also, this is my very first time writing. Don't hesitate to tell me what I can improve, and give me your opinion and ideas! I hope that you will like it! English is not my first language, I do my best to correct myself but there may still be some mistakes.

Chapter 1 a strange day

You have been babysitting Olive for 3 months now. You pick her up from school, take her home, help her with her homework and of course, you help her practice. Recently you even stay for dinner.

Sheryl is happy to be able to rely on you. Grandpa often offers you to smoke a joint with him and gives you questionable advice about men. Richard talks about his 9 steps all the time and you have acquired the very useful skill of pausing your brain to not listen to him but still knowing when to nod your head to give the impression that you are listening. Olive sees you as the best big sister in the world. You don't know what Dwayne thinks of you, the fact that you've never heard him speak and the fact that he's very explicit about how much he hates everyone doesn't help.

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"Oh shit I'm going to be late!" was the first thing you said this morning. Putting on your t-shirt and sneakers at the same time, you storm out of your room, grab your bag, and leave your house.

By some miracle, you arrive just in time for your first class of the day. You look around when you get to your classroom and see Dwayne sitting in the same place as always; in the back by the window. You smile slightly at him as if to say hi and sit down where there is still a seat. Dwayne has a few classes in common with you but your schedules don't match up at all. You made yours so that you would finish early enough to pick up Olive from school every day.

High school is not really your thing. The day went well and thank god no one came to talk to you. It's not that they are bad but your social anxiety keeps you alone most of the time. You do have a few friends but you're not very close to them, and it doesn't bother you that much.

As soon as you arrive at the elementary school Olive comes to you with a big smile.

"Y/n!"

"How are you, your majesty?"

"I'm doing great!" she replies with an even bigger smile than before.

You grab her backpack and head back to the Hoovers' house together.When you arrive only Grandpa is there, he is taking a nap on the sofa with his mouth wide open and his arms crossed over his belly. You take a waffle out of the freezer and put it in the toaster while Olive puts her bag in her room. Then she comes to the table and tells you everythings about her day while eating. After a while Richard arrives, tossing his keys on the kitchen cabinet.

"Hello y/n. How are you?"

"Fine and you?"

"Great, I had a lot of people at my conference today."

Suddenly Grandpa wakes up.

"How much did you have to pay them to listen to you talk for so long?"

"Hello, dad." replies Richard losing all his good mood.

You look away quite amused.

After finishing her waffle Olive goes out into the garden with Edwin to repeat her choreography. So it's time to start your homework, you're still working on an essay for your English class. After 20 minutes of trying to write the same paragraph, you throw yourself back in your chair and let out the biggest sigh possible. Dwayne arrives at that moment. You sit up suddenly, a little nervous. He goes straight to his room as always.

You remember the first few weeks you were babysitting Olive how your heart would jump in your chest when he came home. That's when you realized you had a crush on him. Although you still didn't understand why. He acted like you didn't exist, but that's changed now, he would pass you the bottle of Sprite at the table when you asked, and once he even let you into his room to lend you his history textbook. You felt more comfortable around him even though you were still nervous.

After a little while, he comes out of his room and comes to you. He hands you his notebook where it says "Want need with your essay?". Surprised, you look at his face and he is completely inexpressive. This is the first time he has offered to help you. Slightly shocked you just say a brief "yes". With a sign of the head, he tells you to follow him into his room. You stand up quickly, grab your notebook and follow him with your eyes wide open. Are you dreaming? That's so unusual coming from him.

Without a sound, he sits down at his desk, takes your notebook, and starts reading and making notes on it. You hesitantly sit down next to him on his bed and remain completely silent. After a while he gives you back your notebook, he had corrected some sentences and written some things that you had to add.

"Thank you, Dwayne, that's really nice. I- I don't know how to return the favor."

He scribbles something in his notebook "Don't hesitate if you need help".

"T-thanks." You were completely shocked, this is the first time you'd ever seen Dwayne be so nice to someone.

Dinner is ready!" shouts Sheryl.

"y/n, honey how are you?"

"Fine thanks” You finish setting the table with her and the whole family arrives.

You sit in front of Dwayne, staring blankly at your plate without saying a word, still in shock at what has just happened. You are snapped out of your thoughts by Edwin.

"What about you, Y/n? How are the boys doing in high school? There must be a lot of them after you?”

You laugh nervously and answer in a semi-serious tone "Actually no".

"WHAT!?" shouts Edwin "I don't understand young people these days."

You laugh nervously one last time. Your gaze turns again to your plate and you cast a discreet glance at Dwayne without him seeing you. His face has a strange expression that you can't define. You finish clearing the table, hug Olive, and tells her "good night Olive. See you tomorrow" with a sweet smile. You greet the rest of the family and look at Dwayne for a second, you gather what little courage you have left for the day and throw him a big, sincere smile.

And that’s the end of this long and strange day. You go home, still in shock. That night you struggled to fall asleep, dissecting every second you spent with Dwayne to try to understand his behavior. Finally, you fall asleep with even more questions than before.

#paul dano x reader #paul dano #danonation #little miss sunshine #lms #dwayne hoover x reader #dwayne hoover #dwayne x reader

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tengomilpalabrasparati · 6 months

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Cumpleaños 🎂

La increíble Toni Collette cumple 51 años

Antonia Collette (Blacktown, Nueva Gales del Sur; 1 de noviembre de 1972), conocida como Toni Collette, es una actriz australiana nominada al premio Óscar.

Toni Collette es hija de Bob Collette, camionero, y de Judy Collette, trabajadora de una empresa de mensajería. Es la mayor de tres hermanos. Toni comenzó su carrera como actriz en el instituto, y apareció en diversas obras teatrales estudiantiles. Posteriormente se matriculó en el National Institute of Dramatic Art (NIDA), de Sídney, que, tras estudiar dos cursos, abandonó para comenzar a interpretar representaciones teatrales.

Saltó a la fama al protagonizar "Muriel's Wedding" (1994), una fábula social en tono de amarga comedia dirigida por P. J. Hogan. Para el papel tuvo que engordar en pocas semanas más de 18 kilos. En esa época tenía 22 años, y dicha película le valió una nominación al Globo de Oro como mejor actriz de comedia.

Más tarde, la actriz australiana logró debutar en Hollywood, compartiendo protagonismo con Gwyneth Paltrow y David Schwimmer en "Mi desconocido amigo" 1996. Tras aparecer en películas como "Emma" (1996), adaptación de la novela de Jane Austen o "Velvet Goldmine" (1998), Toni intervino en "The Sixth Sense" (1998), película de suspense de M. Night Shyamalan que se convirtió en la sensación del año. Por este último título sería nominada al Oscar a la mejor actriz de reparto, aunque la estatuilla sería para Angelina Jolie por "Inocencia interrumpida". También destacó en 2006 interpretando el papel de Sheryl Hoover en la aclamada película "Little Miss Sunshine".

En 2011 estuvo en el 'remake' de la comedia de terror "Noche de miedo", donde interpretó a la madre que cae bajo el hechizo del vampiro (Collin Farrell), estrenada en 2011

Formó parte del elenco de la serie "Hostages" con el rol de Ellen Sanders, el papel principal y la famosa película de terror "Hereditary"

Collette es vegetariana, practica yoga y le encanta realizar viajes espirituales a la India, es una ferviente defensora de los derechos de los animales y es miembro de la organización PETA. Tuvo una relación sentimental del actor Jonathan Rhys-Meyers, su compañero de reparto en "Velvet Goldmine" (1998). Contrajo matrimonio en enero del año 2003 con Dave Galafassi, tienen dos hijos. La pareja tiene dos hogares: uno en la República de Irlanda y otro en Australia

En los últimos años, Toni Collette nos ha maravillado con sus sorprendentes interpretaciones en películas como "Knives Out o " I’m Thinking of Ending Things"

#Cumpleaños 🎂#Toni Collette

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blaireis · 2 years

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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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dysfunctional-family-fight · 9 months

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Round One

The Hoovers (Little Miss Sunshine) VS the Afton family (Five Nights at Freddy's)

The Hoovers

Members: Olive, Dwayne, Frank, Sheryl, Richard, Edwin

Propaganda:

"Road Trip with a young naive girl, a Nietzsche reading teenager son with a vow of silence, a past suicidal and unemployed scholar uncle, a stressed overworked mother, a sucesss-is-everything motivational coach father and a perverse drug addicted grandpa." Note: edited for length, full submission here

The Afton family

Members: William, Michael, Elizabeth, and Crying Child

Propaganda:

"Ok, forget about their father being a serial killer for just a second, forget how Evan can't ever stop crying for two seconds because he's being neglected, forget about how there's never a mother mentioned implying that she's either dead or divorced, forget how Novel Trilogy William doesn't care when Elizabeth dies and says its her own fault even if the games dispute that. Every. Single. One. of them as been killed by their own family members (sometimes as ghosts)" Note: edited for length, full submission here

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thethreeeyed-raven · 2 years

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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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just-call-me-angel · 2 years

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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.

Ao3

Chapters: || 1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 6 || 7 || 8 ||

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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mychemicalimagines · 1 year

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Ray of Sunshine-Dwayne Hoover-Chapter 6

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

After stopping at a McDonald’s for dinner, the Hoover family plus one are ready to relax for the rest of the night. Richard walks to the front desk and checks them in, only getting three bedrooms, two of which have two double beds. When he comes back, everyone grabs their bags from the trunk before making their way up the stairs toward the rooms.

“Here’s eleven. Frank, you’re twelve.” Sheryl says, turning around to hand him the key. “And Grandpa’s thirteen.”

He smiles down at her before walking toward the room.

“Mom? Can I sleep with Grandpa?” Olive says, glancing up at her.

“Well, you’ll have to ask Grandpa.” She answers, looking at each room number.

“I got two beds. You could still use some rehearsing.” He says, following behind them.

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking.” She says, smiling up at him.

“Alright everybody. We have a long day tomorrow. So, I’ll knock on your doors at 7 am. That means no lollygagging! We have to be packed and on the road by 7:40.” Richard says as everyone stops at their doors.

“Are you sure you’re okay with Ty staying with you guys?” Sheryl asks, looking over at her brother.

“Of course. It would be weird otherwise.” He shrugs, putting his plan into motion as he opens the door.

“Thanks, Frank.” Tyler whispers, bumping in with her elbow before walking into the bedroom.

Everyone says their good nights before all three doors close. Tyler turns around to look at the two men in the room.

“Do you care if I use the shower first?”

Dwayne shakes his head but his uncle voices his opinion.

“No, go right ahead.”

“Thank you!” She says, rushing toward the second door in the room.

The two guys put their bags down and sit on their claimed beds, facing each other. Dwayne knows she loves the right side of the bed so he doesn’t even have to ask her what side she wants. Frank waits for the shower to start before looking at his nephew.

“Dwayne, can we talk?”

The younger male raises an eyebrow before nodding at him.

“Do you like Tyler?”

The younger boy pulls out his notepad and writes a few simple words that almost pains him for writing.

‘She’s my best friend.’

“No. I don’t mean in the friend way. Do you LIKE her?” Frank says, holding the notepad out to him.

He doesn’t take it as he freezes in his spot and looks away from him. It takes him a second, but he shrugs, not wanting to admit it to him. His uncle sighs and leans forward slightly, wanting to make sure he hears him clearly.

“Dwayne, I see how you two are. I know you like her.”

The teenager just glances up at him as he crosses his arms and licks his lip, shrugging again.

“She likes you too.” His uncle says, causing the boy to look up at him quickly. “Like I said, I’ve seen you two together. I may have only been around for two days, but I’ve been around you guys almost every second since. You just have to tell her how you feel.”

Dwayne takes the notepad from him and flips the page, scribbling a few words.

‘What if you’re wrong?’

“I’m not. Do you want to be with her?” He looks at his nephew who nods at his words. “Then this is what you’re going to do. You’re going to write down all your feelings and when she comes out of the bathroom, you’re going to invite her to go outside and you’re gonna give her that notepad and wait.”

He looks down at his notepad and sighs silently. He’s thought about doing this a million times in the last few years, even before his vow, but he always ended up throwing the paper away. Before he can start writing, a normal pen is put in his eyeline. He looks up to see Frank standing there holding a hotel pen.

“I think it would be better to write with this. So you have more space.” He smiles.

Dwayne takes in a deep breath and takes the pen from him before writing down his feelings onto the pad. His uncle watches before walking to his suitcase. Tyler’s been in the shower for about twenty minutes and Dwayne has finally finished his note to her. He has read it over and over again, nervous of what she is going to say when she reads it.

When she walks out of the bathroom, she’s wearing shorts and one of his old t-shirts. She drops her bag down on her side of the bed, looking through it for a moment, not seeing her best friend watching her. He smiles to himself, thinking she looks absolutely beautiful.

“My turn.” Frank says, grabbing his own bag before walking around her toward the bathroom.

He stops behind her to look at Dwayne who looks up at him.

“Do it.” His uncle mouths with a smile before closing the door behind him.

Dwayne takes in a deep breath before flipping a page in his pad. Writing down a sentence and making sure she can’t see anything else, he holds it up to her, capturing her attention.

‘Want to sit outside?’

“Sure!” She smiles and slides her tennis shoes back on.

He discreetly flips the page back over, his feelings staring back at him for a moment before they walk to the door. He opens it for her and allows her to walk out first after he makes sure he has the keys in his pocket. Closing the door behind him, he leans against the railing in front of their room. Tyler looks up at the night sky, smiling to herself.

Neither notice that Frank left the bathroom and is discreetly watching them from the window, wanting to know if it worked…or if his plan completely backfired. After a few moments of comfortable silence, Dwayne finally gets the courage and gently elbows her. She looks over at him with a smile before raising an eyebrow at his notepad.

The words are smaller than his usual writing so she takes it from him and begins to read. Her heart starts pounding as each word is entering her brain, flipping the page when it gets cut off.

‘Tyler Walker, I have liked you for years. Even though we spend every minute together, you never leave my mind. I constantly think about you all the time. Whether we are sitting alone in my room reading or walking to our special spot in the woods. I’ve been too scared to tell you how I feel because I don’t want to ruin our friendship. You have been by my side since we were born and because of that, I can’t even pinpoint the exact moment I knew you were right for me. I wouldn’t want anyone else in my corner. Especially now. Will You Please Be My Girlfriend?’

She bites her lip and looks at him to see him watching her closely.

“A-are you serious?” She whispers, praying to God that it’s not a prank.

He takes in a breath and nods nervously. A smile slowly appears on her face as she leans toward him, looking into his eyes.

“I like you too, Dwayne. I have for a very long time.”

His eyes widen slightly before he tilts his head, silently asking her a question.

“Yes, I’m serious and I’d love nothing more than to be your girlfriend.”

He smiles widely before standing straight up from the railing, towering over her slightly. He reaches up and gently cups her cheek. She blushes slightly, looking up at him. Gaining even more courage, he leans down and gently presses his lips against hers in their very first kiss. She smiles into the kiss, closing her eyes as she returns it, sparks flying through them.

In their motel room, Frank is silently cheering, throwing his hands up that his plan has worked out. Their kiss continues as the world slowly fades out around them. Nothing matters to them at this current moment as their lips mold together and move in sync. Not the beauty pageant. Not the stupid Nine-Steps.

Nothing.

Sheryl opens her door before she closes it slightly, watching as her son and his best friend kiss in front of their door. Making sure to stay quiet, she closes the door as a smile appears on her face for the first time in hours. ‘Finally’ is the only thing running through her head before she, herself, cheers silently, almost forgetting about the fight she and Richard had earlier that hour.

Dwayne and Tyler finally pull away, panting slightly as they look into each other's eyes. Smiles appear on their faces again as she leans up and quickly pecks his lips in another soft kiss.

“Come on.” She whispers, hating to ruin such a wonderful moment. “We have to go to bed.”

He nods slightly before leaning down to kiss her again, wanting one last one before they have to go back to the real world. After all these years, they could have been together. It doesn’t matter now. What does matter now is that it happened and that there is nothing that can possibly ruin it.

Despite the wonderful night of cuddling and kisses, well…secretive kisses, not knowing that Frank already knows what happened, the next morning, everything goes downhill. Olive had woken up her parents to inform them that Grandpa wouldn’t wake up. After everyone had gotten changed, they rushed to the emergency room, where they are now waiting for any kind of news.

Frank, Sheryl and Richard are sitting down in the lobby’s chairs while Dwayne and Tyler are standing in the corner, staring out the window, holding hands. Olive, not understanding what is going on, is grabbing medical flyers from the cubby hanging on the walls.

“You want to take an eye test?” She asks, looking toward her brother and his now girlfriend.

Both of them shake their heads before looking back out the window.

“Uncle Frank? An eye test?” She asks again, to which her uncle shakes his head with a small smile, knowing she doesn’t mean anything by it.

“Olive, come here. Put those away. We’re gonna have a family meeting.” Sheryl says, waving her daughter toward her. “Dwayne, family meeting. You too, Tyler.”

Dwayne gently pulls her over to the chairs next to his mother, his hand leaving hers when they sit down. Sitting down next to each other, Tyler gently picks up Olive and seats her on her lap before wrapping an arm around her waist to keep her close. Dwayne reaches over and takes her hand again, rubbing her knuckles with his thumb, wanting to comfort her despite the man not being her Grandfather.

“First of all, the doctors are doing everything they can to help Grandpa right now. He’s had a long…” She searches for the right word. “Eventual life, and I know he loves the three of you very much. Yes, Ty, even you. I know he has joked, saying he had three grandkids.” She takes a deep breath as a small but heartfelt chuckle escapes her lips. “If God wants to take him, we have to be ready to accept that, okay?”

The three of them nod, the older two knowing how severe the conversation was. Sheryl takes another breath and continues her speech.

“Whatever happens, we’re a family. All of us. What’s important is that we love each other.” She tears up. “I love you guys so, so much…”

She covers her face as she starts to cry. Frank immediately leans forward and puts his hand on her knee, silently comforting her to which she grabs his hand, squeezing it slightly. Dwayne quickly lets go of his girlfriend's hand and pulls out his notebook. Flipping to an empty page, he writes down three simple words before showing them to his sister.

‘Go hug mom’.

Olive slides down from Tyler’s lap before walking over to her mom. She wraps her arms around her neck. Sheryl wraps her arms around her daughter, holding her close.

“Are you the family of Edwin Hoover?” A doctor says, breaking their small moment.

Everyone’s head snaps up toward him as he walks further into the room.

“Yes.” Richard says, walking toward him.

The Hoover family, now including Ty, stands up and looks at him, wanting to know any kind of news he can give them. The small expression on his face reveals everything they need to know but he continues anyway.

“I’m sorry. We did everything we could. He was…” He looks down to see Olive and quickly changes his words, not wanting her to know exactly what happened. “It was too much. He probably fell asleep and never woke up. I’ll have someone come talk about handling the remains.”

“Thank you.” Richard nods slightly, his heart crushed at the news.

The doctor nods and turns away, yelling for a woman as he leaves the room.

“Mom?” Olive speaks up, looking at her. “Is Grandpa dead?”

Sheryl sits back into the chair she previously occupied and sets Olive on her lap.

“Yeah, honey. He passed away.” She whispers to her.

They both start silently crying, comforting one another. Dwayne pulls Tyler to the window, not wanting to show any emotion, but still needing her comfort. She tears and bites her lip as she wraps her arms around his waist. He quickly wraps his arms around her neck and holds her close to him, resting his head against her own. Edwin might not have been her actual grandfather but she always treated him as one.

She doesn’t know her own and it’s still devastating. After what seems like hours but was only a few minutes, a woman walks into the room with a folder of papers.

“Hello, I’m your bereavement liaison, Linda.” She says, causing Richard to stand up and walk over to her. “My consolations for your loss.”

“Thank you.” He whispers as he shakes her hand.

No one in the room pays attention to their conversation until Linda raises her voice at him.

“Sir, you are not the only one that’s had somebody die here today, okay?”

His family looks up at them, Frank raising an eyebrow at her words. Who does this woman think she is?! Tyler shakes her head and digs it further into Dwayne’s chest as he holds her. Richard takes a breath and glances at his family before an idea pops into his head.

“Is there any way…that we could view the remains?”

Everyone walks down different hallways as she escorts them to his intensive care room.

“Now, we haven’t had a chance to move him downstairs.” She says, stopping in front of a curtain. “Someone may come by in a few minutes to take him to the basement but just tell them who you are. They’ll wait.”

“Thank you.” Richard nods at her.

“When you’re done with the paperwork, I’ll be in the nurse’s station.” She continues.

“Okay, great. Thank you, Linda.” He nods as she moves the curtain for them to walk through.

After the curtain is closed, Sheryl and Olive stand on one side of the bed while Richard walks to the other. Dwayne, Tyler and Frank all stand at the bottom, separating the husband and wife. They all stare at the sheeted body laying there for a moment until Richard reaches out. Not wanting to freak out Olive, he lifts the sheet on his side to see his father laying underneath.

Tyler looks down at the floor, not wanting to see the deceased man. Frank and Dwayne both follow her movements without realizing.

“Goddamn it, Dad.” Richard whispers before dropping the sheet. “Goddamn it.”

He sighs and turns away, slamming his hands down on the counter behind him, mumbling ‘Stupid’. Sheryl hugs Olive and strokes her hair, both girls trying not to cry. The older woman bends down slightly and looks at her daughter.

“We’ll do Little Miss Sunshine next year. Okay, honey?” She whispers causing the young girl to nod slightly. “Next year.”

There’s silence throughout the room until Richard turns around, a determined look on his face.

“No. No, we’ve come seven hundred miles. I’ll be damned if I’m not making that contest, Sheryl.”

“Well, Richard, we can’t leave him here.” She whispers, looking at her husband.

He picks up the papers that Linda had given him not even ten minutes before and throws them into the nearby trash can.

“We’re not going to leave him.”

He then walks over to the curtain and opens it slightly to see how many people are in the hallway. Tyler looks up at Dwayne who is just as confused as she is before they both look toward Sheryl who is watching her husband.

“Richard, what are you doing?” She whispers to him, but he ignores her.

Richard walks back into the room and puts his hands on his lips.

“Fuck…”

He looks desperately around the room before walking to the window above the counter. When he tries to open the window, he finds it locked and rushes to the window above the bed where his deceased father is laying. When he finds that he can open it, he turns toward the teenagers who are staring at him with wide eyes.

“Ty, Dwayne, go around outside…” He gestures when his wife cuts him off.

“Richard, what are you thinking?”

“We’re gonna take him with us.” He says, continuing to mess with the window.

“No, no. That is not happening.” She shakes her head and rubs her fingers through her hair. “It’s not happening.”

“He’s better off with us than with these people.” He says, pulling his keys from his pocket and tossing them to Tyler since, among the teenagers, she’s the only one who can drive. “Ty, you get the car. Dwayne, I want you to go around outside and underneath this window. Frank, you go with them.”

Tyler’s eyes widen as she looks toward her mother figure, confused and nervous beyond all hell. Her boyfriend is shocked at what his stepfather is suggesting.

“Don’t you dare move.” Sheryl points toward them before looking at her husband. “Look, you stay here. We’ll take Olive. Tyler or Frank will drive!”

“Sheryl, we’ll be there in two hours. Listen, I’ll call a funeral home once we get there.” Richard says, before looking at his family. “If there's one thing my father would’ve wanted, it’s to see Olive perform at the Little Miss Sunshine pageant.” He begins to push the sheet around his body. “I believe we’d be doing a grave disservice to his memory if we would just give up now. There’s two kinds of people in the world: winners and losers. And what’s the difference? Winners don’t give up. So what are we here? Are we winners? Or losers?”

Dwayne nods at his words, understanding what is trying to put out for everyone. Frank keeps glancing toward his sister, knowing he’s only going to follow her lead. Sheryl looks toward Olive before looking at the teenagers and her brother. She takes a breath and nods.

“Okay, okay. Let’s do it.” She says throwing her purse down onto another counter before putting her arms under her father-in-law. “You guys go. Olive, watch the curtain.”

Dwayne gently pushes his girlfriend toward his uncle who is walking out of the curtain. He makes sure to close the curtain once he makes it through before following Frank. Together, the three of them walk down the hallway, trying to seem unsuspicious as they move past Linda who is talking on the phone.

When they make it to a door, Tyler pushes the button for them to open before they rush outside, surprised they’re stealing Grandpa’s dead body. The three of them make it to the window when Richard and Sheryl start pushing the body through.

“Wait, wait.” Tyler whispers loudly, noticing an older couple walking out of the door.

The husband and wife pause all movements until the couple walk in another direction.

“Okay, go ahead.” She whispers, watching as Richard starts pushing the body through.

With Sheryl and Olive running outside to help, they get the body down after the sheet rips slightly. Frank, Dwayne and Sheryl all start carrying the body, trying not to raise any suspicion with Olive keeping watch. Tyler rushes toward the bus, opening the trunk. They make it to her only a few seconds later, and they hoist the bundle in.

It’s very difficult with how large he is so they have to maneuver him in.

“Keys?” Richard says, running up.

Tyler tosses him the keys while Sheryl and Olive run around the side of the bus toward the sliding door. Richard starts the bus as the teenagers and Frank get Grandpa situated. Just as the bus is ready to move, they close the back hatch and start pushing. Olive is already inside so Sheryl jumps in after the wheels start turning.

Tyler jumps in next while Dwayne pushes his uncle to move faster, just like every time before.

“Did I mention I’m the pre-eminent Proust Scholar in the US?” Frank asks, breathlessly as he runs causing his nephew to silently laugh as they both jump in.

After a little bit of driving, the bus is completely silent. Frank is staring out the window as Olive listens to her CD player. Dwayne is leaning against the side of the bus with his right leg bent so his foot is on the seat with his head tilted down looking at his girlfriend. Tyler is laying down with her head on his left knee as he plays with her hair.

“Dad?” Olive speaks up, pushing her headphones back, capturing his attention. “What’s gonna happen to Grandpa?”

Richard just bites his lip, not knowing what to tell her. After sitting in a few more minutes of silence, Olive looks up at her uncle, mumbling his name. He looks down at her, curious as to what she’s going to ask.

“Do you think there’s a heaven?”

“That’s hard to say, Olive. I-I don’t think anyone knows for sure.” He says, glancing up at his sister who never turns around.

“I know but what do you think?” She looks up at him.

“Um…” He pauses. “Well…”

“I think there is one.” She says, cutting him off.

“You think I’ll get in?” He asks, watching her.

“Yes.” She nods with a large smile.

“You promise?” He asks, a smile appearing on his own face.

“Yes.” She nods again, grinning away at her uncle.

Tyler looks up at her boyfriend who is watching her with a small smile. His sister is so innocent. He’s thankful she has something to believe in before this world starts going to shit for her. Almost as if she knows what he is thinking, she gently takes his hand and places a small kiss on his wrist.

He continues to play with her hair, thankful that she’s by his side, especially now.

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