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Ray of Sunshine-Dwayne Hoover-Chapter 8/Finale

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!

Words: 4,819

TagList: Reblogged.

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Third Person POV

Frank and Dwayne are sitting in chairs in the hallway, with Tyler sitting on her boyfriend’s lap. Since her left arm is around his shoulder, she’s playing with his hair while his arms are wrapped tightly around her waist, her right hand resting on his laced fingers. Frank is looking at a newspaper that was sitting on the table between the two chairs. 

He glances over at the couple before flipping the page. ‘The Surprise Best-Seller From America’s #1 Proust Scholar’ is the headline right above the picture of Larry Sugarman and his new book. He immediately closes the newspaper and tosses it on the table. He sighs to himself as he tries to relax in his chair. 

Two girls around the age of six run past them, giggling in their poofy dresses causing Dwayne to look up at his girlfriend then his uncle. He gently pats Tyler’s hip before speaking. 

“Let’s get outta here.”

She stands up from his lap and takes his hand, walking with him out of the area. After another little girl runs by him, Frank stands up and runs after his nephew and his girlfriend, not wanting to be in the hallway either. Together, the three of them walk out of the building and down to the beach that Richard brought up two days beforehand. 

Holding hands, Tyler swings them softly, enjoying the breeze that is hitting her face. Dwayne continues to think about their future while enjoying his girlfriend’s soft hand in his rough calloused one. His heart speeds up everytime he thinks of her being his girlfriend. In their seventeen years of life, he’s always dreamed of her saying yes, but he never thought it would happen.

Sure, it was in his plan, hell it was the majority of his plan, but it never believed it would come true. Maybe she’s right. They’ll find a way for him to continue his dream, despite his colorblind-ness. Without realizing, Frank had detoured them on the long wooden dock that overlooks the water. Dwayne lets go of her hand and leans against the railing in front of him, his chin now resting on his laced fingers. 

Tyler stands on one side of him with her head on his shoulder while Frank stands on the other, just staring into the water. Dwayne picks up his head from his hands and lays it on hers, relaxing for a moment. The trio is silent for a while until he speaks up.

 “Sometimes, I wish I could just sleep the next year until we’re eighteen. Just skip all this crap. The rest of high school and everything. Just skip it.”

“You heard of Marcel Proust?” Frank asks, putting his hands on the railing. 

“He’s the guy you teach.” He says, glancing at his uncle.

“Yeah. French writer. Total loser. Never had a real job. Unrequited love affairs. Gay. Spent twenty years writing a book almost no one reads.” He says, causing the couple to giggle. “But he was also probably the greatest writer since Shakespeare. Anyway! He gets down to the end of his life, he looks back and decides that all the years he suffered - those were the best years of his life. Because they made him who he was. The years he was happy? Total waste. Didn’t learn anything…” He glances at them with a smile. “So if you sleep for the next year, think of all the suffering you’d miss. High school? High school’s your prime suffering years. Hell, you’d miss the first year of being with Miss Walker over there. Do you really want to miss that?!”

Dwayne lifts his head up and looks down at her with a grin. She blushes and looks up at him, curiously. 

“You’re right. I wouldn’t want to miss that.” He says, before kissing her forehead. 

He wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her into his side before looking at the water again. A million thoughts running through his head before he looks at his uncle. 

“You know what?” He says, causing Frank to look over as he pulls Tyler in closer. “Fuck beauty contests. It’s like life is one fucking beauty contest after another. School, then college, then work? Fuck that. And fuck the AirForce Academy. If I wanna fly, I’ll find a way to fly. You do what you love and fuck the rest.”

Frank looks at him, impressed by his small speech. Dwayne glances at him before looking down at Tyler.

“We’ll find a way for you to fly.” She whispers, looking up at him. 

He smiles at her softly.

“We’ll find a way for me to fly.” He repeats, kissing her head again.

“You know…” Frank speaks up. “I’m glad you’re talking again, Dwayne. You’re not nearly as stupid as you look.”

Tyler laughs, digging her face into her boyfriend’s side as he smiles at his uncle. Frank laughs and pats his shoulder.

“I’ll leave you two alone for a few minutes.” 

He turns around and starts walking back to the other end of the dock, enjoying the view. Tyler turns in her boyfriend’s arms and leans against the railing in front of him. A smile appears on her face as his arms let her go and rest on the railing on either side of her, his own smile widening. 

“I haven’t heard your voice in six months. I almost forgot what you sounded like.” She states, looking into his eyes. “I missed it.” 

“You know…That wasn’t the first thing that I wanted you to hear when the vow finally came to an end.” He says, watching her.

“What was it going to be?” She tilts her head slightly confused. 

He licks his lips and sighs softly, looking deep into her eyes. “That I love you, which I do.”

Her eyes widens slightly. “You love me?”

“Yeah. When I wrote you that note yesterday, I didn’t want to seem weird for saying it too early, so I was going to save it for when I finally got into the AirForce. But then…” He pauses for a moment. “Well, you were there. And we practically haven’t left each other’s side in seventeen years. Kinda hard for me not to love everything about you.”

She blushes, a smile growing on her face. “You really wanted that to be the first thing I heard in a year?”

“Yeah. I’d thought it would be…romantic.” He shrugs slightly, nervous.

She stands straight off the railing and wraps her arms around his neck, forcing him to lean down slightly. Standing on her tiptoes, she presses her lips against his. Somewhat shocked, he kisses her back happily, resting his hands on her hips. Their mouths move in sync, still getting used to kissing each other - well kissing in general. 

Needing air, they pull away and pant softly, looking into each other's eyes.

“I love you, too, Dwayne.” She whispers. 

“Really?” He grins at her. 

“I knew for sure I loved you when you made me this bracelet.” She answers, removing her arm from his neck to show him the leather on her wrist.

“You were the only one I thought of when I was told to make it.” He admits, blushing slightly. 

“Well, I’m glad.” She leans up again, pressing her lips to his. 

He squeezes her hips slightly, holding her close until they pull away once again.

“I love you.” He whispers, smiling softly. 

“I love you, too.” She presses another quick kiss to his lips. 

“Come on.” He pats her hip. “We should go back inside.”

“Fineee…” She playfully whines before taking his hand. 

He chuckles and walks with her to the end of the dock where Frank is patiently waiting. As they walk across the beach, wanting to keep the mood upbeat, Tyler starts picking on her boyfriend.

“Frank, did you know that when Dwayne was eight…” 

He immediately covers her mouth, shaking his head. 

“Nope. Nope. I know what story you’re going to tell.” 

“Come on, Dwayne. I want to hear this story!” Frank grins, looking over at the happy couple. 

“Nope…”

Before he can finish his thought, Tyler maneuvers out of his arms and gently pushes Frank to the side away from him.

“Anyway! When he was eight, he got a piece of his airplane model…”

Dwayne grabs her around the waist and picks her up, gently throwing her over his shoulder. 

“Put me down!” She laughs, holding onto his belt.

“No! You’re not telling him that story!” He shakes his head, a grin on his face as he walks. 

“Frank! Can you hear me?!” She playfully yells out to the older man walking behind them.

“Yeah, Ty! I can hear you!” He calls out, cupping his mouth as he smiles, despite being only a few feet behind. 

“Anyway! He got…”

“No!” Dwayne laughs, putting her down. 

She crosses her arms and pouts, seeing that they’re in front of the hotel. 

“You’re lucky we're back.” She grins as she walks into the building. 

Frank looks over at his nephew, his smile never leaving his face. 

“What happened when you were eight?”

Dwayne sighs and shakes his head. “I got a piece of the airplane motel stuck up my nose because I wanted to see if it would fit…”

His uncle bites his lip, trying not to laugh. “Is it still up there?”

“No.” He rolls his eyes, mumbling, “Tyler put some pepper under my nose. I sneezed and it shot across the room. It stuck to the wall…”

Frank starts laughing before covering his mouth to stop himself. Dwayne playfully glares at him, a small grin appearing before walking inside. He jumps slightly, shocked to see his girlfriend leaning against the wall beside the door. 

“I knew you'd tell him.” She says before turning toward the staircase.

He gently smacks her butt causing her to squeal and look at him. 

“Get upstairs.” He grins and walks around her.

Finally making it to the auditorium where Olive will be performing, the trio opens the door and steps inside. Their eyes widened at the younger girl, caked in makeup, dancing on stage in a sparkly gold cowgirl outfit. Almost immediately, they rush out of the room shocked by what they have seen. Frank leans against the wall while the couple are slightly disgusted. 

How could parents let their kids do this or even encourage them? And, sorry to Olive, but there was no way they would pick her. She’s a normal seven year old girl. She’s got a little meat on her bones while all these girls barely have any fat on their BMI. Olive does this for fun. It seems like these girls do it for the competition. 

They can’t let her go on. She can’t be judged for being who she is! 

“We’re going backstage.” Tyler says, grabbing her boyfriend’s arm and walking in the direction she remembers Olive going. 

“Right. See ya.”

As they walk, they pass a woman with a headset on who is escorting another little girl down the hallway. 

“Are you authorized to be backstage?” She asks, looking up at Dwayne.

“No.” He states, not giving her a single glance as he holds his girlfriend’s hand.

All around them are little girls crying, whining or lolling about. All their mothers are over-dressed as if they were the ones competing on that stage. There is a little girl standing with her friend as they walk around a corner. 

“Hey, where are the dressing rooms?” Dwayne asks her, never stopping their walk.

“Are you allowed to be here?” She raises an eyebrow.

“Just tell us where the dressing rooms are.” Tyler rolls her eyes.

The girl never answers so they keep walking until they see a sign. She pulls him in that direction, finally reaching their destination. He stands straighter, looking for his mom before gently tugging her toward them. Standing a few feet away from Olive, Sheryl and Richard are talking. They approach and Sheryl smiles at them.

“How you feeling?” She asks him.

“Better. Where’s Olive?”

“She’s there. What’s the matter?” She glances between her son and husband.

Tyler, knowing this is a family matter, walks over to Olive, who is wearing black pants, a white button down shirt with a black vest over it with a red tie, her gold sparkly converse on her feet. She kneels down next to her, rubbing her arm as she squats. 

“Nervous?” She smiles.

“A little.” She admits, looking up at her, unofficially, adopted sister. “What if I’m not good enough?”

“Olive, you’ve been working so hard.” She moves a piece of long hair out of her face. “Grandpa taught you everything you know about this routine. We’re so proud of you for coming this far. It’s scary because all these girls have been doing this for years. But I…” She pauses, knowing she doesn’t want the young girl to be judged for the way she looks. “I believe in you as long as you believe in yourself. Do you?”

The young girl thinks to herself for a moment and nods, looking up at her again. 

“Then I believe you can do this. Just promise me something?” Tyler grins at her. 

“What?” She asks, innocently.

“When you become famous, you don’t forget me. Because I’ll always be your number one fan.” She smiles.

“Really?” Olive’s eyes light up. 

“Always! Even if you decide you want to own a cow farm in the middle of nowhere. I’ll be cheering you on.” She giggles, causing the young girl to smile widely. “Here. Let me do something to your hair.”

She sits straighter as Tyler stands up from her kneeling position. She grabs the hairbrush and starts brushing the top of her hair back, being mindful of the athletic headband. 

“Olive Hoover? Are you the family?” The lady with the headset from earlier calls out. 

Tyler ignores her and puts Olive’s hair into a half updo, braiding the long hair falling from it. She grabs a hair tie just as Sheryl, Richard and Dwayne approach them. As she starts tying off the braid, Sheryl kneels down with a small smile. 

“Thanks, Ty.” She then looks at her daughter. “Olive, it’s time. Okay?”

She nods slightly, letting Tyler finish her hair. 

“We gotta go now.” The lady says, bouncing in her spot. 

“Hold on. Olive, look at me.” Sheryl says, softly. “If you don’t want to do this, that’s okay. If you want to sit this one out, it’s totally fine by us. We’re proud of you anyway.”

The young girl thinks to herself for a moment, ignoring the lady with the headset as she tries to rush them. She then takes off her glasses and puts her top hat on. She stands up and looks up at Tyler who has a smile on her face. The older teenager puts her thumbs up, silently encouraging her. 

“Thanks, Ty.” She smiles, silently informing her that her words helped her decision before taking the assistant's hand. 

They begin to walk away and her family watches nervously. They watch as she gets smaller and smaller.

“Good luck, honey!” Sheryl calls out.

They rush out of the hallway and to the auditorium, where Frank is waiting outside. Wanting to make it to their seats to see the young girl, they run toward the door.

“Is she going on?” Frank asks, running up to them as Sheryl opens the door. 

“She’s going on.” Dwayne says, following his family.

“Yeah.” Richard says at the exact same time as his stepson. 

The five of them rush to their seats, just as the current contestant leaves the stage. Moving to their seats Dwayne, Tyler, Frank, Sheryl then Richard sit down in that order. 

“You’ve been a patient audience tonight! We have one more contestant and then we’ll be crowning our winner! Please give a warm welcome to…” The host says, pulling out a cue card from his pocket. “Miss Olive Hoover!”

The audience starts clapping, but half of them don’t care so they’re half-assed. The young girl slowly steps into the spotlight, glancing around for her family. When she spots them, she looks at the host, waving him over. 

“What’s wrong?” He whispers but she gently tilts the microphone to her mouth. 

“I’d like to dedicate this to my Grandpa, who showed me these moves…” She trails off. 

“Awe! That’s sweet! Is he here? Where’s your Grandpa right now?” He asks, holding the microphone out.

“In the trunk of our car.” She admits, causing the host to laugh nervously, not understanding. 

The room is completely silent while the Hoover family glances around, hoping no one would question her statement. 

“Okay…Well take it away, Olive!” The host says, rushing off the stage. 

She turns away from the audience and waits for the music to start playing. Over the speakers, Super Freak by Rick James starts playing. Tyler’s eyes widen slightly as she glances at her boyfriend who is very confused. Olive starts dancing, putting her hands in the air. Just as the lyrics start, she begins to spank herself as she wiggles her butt. 

Frank nods his head, laughing to himself in disbelief. They should have realized ahead of time that Grandpa was the one that taught her how to dance so it had to be some kind of outrageous routine. Olive turns around and tosses her hat toward the host before she starts walking toward the audience. 

Almost immediately with the beat, she tears her pants off, revealing red shorts. Her family’s eyes widened, realizing what Grandpa had indeed taught her. He taught her to strip as her routine.

“Is she?” Tyler whispers to Dwayne as she watches. 

“Yep…”

She glances around the audience and bites her lip at the only one enjoying this. Miss California is dancing to herself, smiling, excited for Olive’s dancing skills. They decide to just let Olive…be Olive. She’s having fun and she’s smiling up a storm. How can they take this away from her? Some girls get up and start walking out of the auditorium, angering Dwayne and Tyler.      

This seven year old is having fun just being herself and they’re going to leave? What the hell? People start yelling insults at the young girl who continues to dance, confused. 

“What are they doing?” Frank asks, angrily. “I’ll kill them.”

Wanting his niece to feel better, he stands up and begins to clap to the beat of the music. At this moment, Olive takes off her tie and rips off her shirt, revealing a black tank top, continuing her dance. Richard stands up and begins to clap with his brother-in-law, knowing his daughter is having fun. Sheryl stands up and starts clapping, following her husband’s involvement. 

Tyler, smiling to herself, stands up and dances to herself, excited about the random turn that this trip had taken. Dwayne also leaves his seat, and starts throwing his fist in the air, dancing along as well. Embarrassed and angry, Ms. Jenkins stands up from the judges table and walks over to Richard and Sheryl. 

“What is your daughter doing?” 

Richard grins and continues to clap. “She’s kicking ass - is what she’s doing.”

Ms. Jenkins did not like his answer. She walks straight over to Kirby, who is manning the sound booth, dancing slightly. 

“Turn it off!” She yells at him. 

“What?”  

“Turn the music off!”

“What?” He yells back, pretending not to hear her and turns the music up. 

The audience is split. Some mothers and daughters are leaving, not wanting to watch the seven year old dance, while others like Miss California and a Biker are bobbing their heads, enjoying the show. Ms. Jenkins walks straight to the host and demands him to get off the stage. 

“Hey! Don’t you touch her!” He yells before rushing to the stage.

Sheryl gasps and covers her mouth, moving toward the aisle. Frank and Dwayne, who gently pushed past his girlfriend, rush to each side of the stage to be there in case Richard gets overtaken. Richard leaps on the stage as the host tries to grab Olive’s arm. He jumps on his back and practically piggy-back rides him until they get to the side of the stage. 

“Keep dancing, honey!” He calls out to his daughter who is slightly frightened. 

She glances toward her mother and Tyler who are both standing in the aisle with smiles on their faces. She continues her routine, still nervous. Richard disentangles himself from the host and shrugs off stagehands, watching his daughter dance. 

“Get your daughter off the stage now!” Ms. Jenkins snaps. “I will not have her ruin my show!”

He hesitates and nods, understanding where she’s coming from. He sighs and starts walking  onto the stage, calling her name. Olive continues to dance but looks up at her father confused. He then glances toward the judge who is staring at him. Not wanting to hurt his daughter’s feelings, he grins to himself and puts his hands behind his head, flapping them.

He’s dancing! Tyler and Sheryl start laughing as they realize what’s going on. He’s not getting her off the stage! On his face is a large, defiant, fuck-you smile as he looks at Ms. Jenkins as he continues to dance with his daughter. Enjoying this new kind of Richard, Frank jumps onto the stage and starts dancing as well, smirking at the angry lady at the side of the stage. 

Following his uncle’s lead, Dwayne jumps onto the stage. He looks at his girlfriend before putting his fists out and thrusting his hips, a serious yet funny look on his face.

Tyler and Sheryl laugh even harder at the sight before them as Kirby turns the music all the way up to ten. Her mother figure looks at her with a wide smile. 

“Come on.”

“Me too?” Tyler raises an eyebrow, slightly confused. 

“You’re family, aren’t you?” Sheryl grins.

She then grabs the teenager's arm before they both run to the stage, running straight toward Olive who is smiling widely at them. Together, the six of them dance to the music in random and embarrassing ways. Dwayne even grabs his girlfriend’s hand and twirls her around in a circle before dipping her, both laughing. 

Suddenly the rest of the family, including Olive, hold hands, forming a circle around the couple, as they begin to jump around. Soon the music comes to an end and the family is laughing until they realize the room is almost completely silent. They look around, nervously until Miss California and Kirby, along with random audience members clap for their performance. 

They giggle slightly before smiling as the biker that Richard talked with earlier that afternoon stands up. 

“Yeah!!” He throws his hands up. “Alright!!!”

Turns out Ms. Jenkins called the police. The family are sitting outside the hotel office, embarrassed. Sheryl and Tyler are looking around the hallway while Richard, Frank and Dwayne are staring down at the floor. Olive is still in her costume, swinging her legs, still not understanding what happened. While they wait for the officer to talk to Ms. Jenkins, Tyler elbows Sheryl, capturing her attention. 

The older woman looks down at her, raising an eyebrow. Tilting her head, Tyler gestures discreetly toward a box sitting on a table a few feet away. Inside are pageant materials - trophies, sashes, and tiaras. Both females smirk at one another, a plan forming in their minds. A few seconds later, the office door opens and the officer walks out, putting his hands on his hips. 

“Okay, you’re out. On the condition that you never enter your daughter in a beauty pageant in the state of California again.” He glances between each family member. “Ever.”

Frank nods and looks toward his sister, “I think we can live with that…”

Sheryl shakes her head in disbelief but nods. “Alright.”

He lets them stand but turns away, not catching Tyler grabbing something from the box on the table. They all walk out to the bus, bags in their hands. Richard had fixed the door earlier than he called the funeral home so it’s attached to the car once again. He opens the trunk and everyone notices that Grandpa is gone, leaving only the hospital sheet. 

“Olive…” Richard says, folding it up. “Grandpa would’ve been really proud of you.”

“Yeah! You were great!” Sheryl says, kissing her head. 

“You were beyond great.” Frank continues, smiling. 

“You were incredible.” Dwayne says, grinning as he helps put the bags in the trunk.

“You were the best one there!” Tyler says, kneeling in front of her. “Which is why…”

She pulls out the item she stole from the beauty pageant box. A tiara. Olive gasps loudly and covers her mouth. Richard, Frank and Dwayne are shocked by the item in her hand but Sheryl and Tyler are grinning up a storm, their plan complete. 

“Ty! Where did you get that?” The seven year old asks, looking at her.

“I told you I believed in you as long as you believe in yourself. And you did so your mom and I decided to do something special for you, knowing you should have won.” She says, not telling her the truth that they stole it. 

“Thank you!!” She throws her arms around the teenager’s neck, hugging her tight.

She laughs and hugs her, pressing a kiss against her temple. 

“Come on, Miss Hoover…” Tyler says, putting the tiara on her head. “Your chariot awaits!”

Once again, they all are forced to push the bus since there is no hill. Richard climbs in first with Olive jumping in a second later, scooting to the window as she makes sure her tiara is on her head. Laughing, Sheryl runs and jumps in, always loving the adrenaline. As the bus rolls, they start approaching another toll booth where Ms. Jenkins is handing over her pass. 

Frank jumps into the seat next to Olive without Dwayne's help. Tyler laughs and runs around the bus, grabbing onto her boyfriend’s uncle’s hands as he helps her into the bus. Just before they hit Ms. Jenkin’s car, Dwayne jumps in and Richard drives the bus around the toll building into the opposite toll gate bar, breaking it into pieces. 

The family laughs at the look at the woman’s face as they drive by. They all calm down, still smiling at the day's events. Everything started off shitty with Grandpa passing away and them stealing his body but ended with the family finally coming together as one. Richard realized that his family is way more important than his stupid Nine Steps. 

Frank realized that he does have someone who cares about him. His own family who he didn’t see for years. The young teenagers are finally together and are happily in love. Olive and Sheryl are almost the same, just happy that everything is amazing. On their ride to the next hotel, Richard glances in the rearview mirror to see Dwayne with his arm around Tyler’s shoulder as they look out the side window. 

“Dwayne, Ty, I don’t want grandkids yet. So if you two are going to continue to sleep in the same bed, be careful.”

Their faces immediately turn beat red, blushing at his words, knowing they're not ready for that stage in their relationship yet.

“Richard!” Sheryl laughs. “They’re only been together for a day! Let them enjoy their relationship before you start talking about grandkids. Besides, Frank is going to be in the room!”

“He won’t always be there!” He laughs, glancing back at the kids who are hiding their faces in embarrassment but they’re still smiling. 

“Wait!” Olive turns around to look at her brother and his girlfriend. “You’re dating?!”

Dwayne nods, grinning down at Tyler who looks up at him. He leans down and kisses her head, holding her close to him. 

“Now, who wants ice cream?” Richard glances into the rearview mirror.

The next day, the Hoover family are home, relaxing after their adventure. Frank is in the living room with Olive, helping her come up with a different routine she could do for a pageant. Sheryl is helping Richard find an actual job so he can stop all these ‘get rich quick’ scams. Tyler and Dwayne are in his bedroom - the door wide open - as they read together. 

He’s up leaning against the headboard, reading a book that his girlfriend had on the windowsill. Tyler is laying between his legs with her head against his chest, reading her own book. His fingers are running through her hair as he looks away from his book. He grins to himself, happy that Frank helped him gain the courage to ask her out. 

“I love you.” He whispers, watching her.

She looks up, a smile appearing on her face. “I love you too, Dwayne.”

He leans down and kisses her forehead, holding her close to him as he looks back at his book, content with his life now.

[420korn]

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.”

-🦇

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.

>🎱🐼📖

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 !! 🦈💤🤍

[kirkslver]

⋆｡𖦹°‧★ all across the universe

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ requesting rules! ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

reader is always female/gender neutral unless stated otherwise

i don’t write smut!! personally, i can’t bring myself to write smut without cringing a little (even though i read it lol)

i don’t write pregnant reader or reader having kids because i personally am not fond of kids… 😬

any requests for nick have to be strictly platonic‼️‼️

i’ll write platonic, romantic and/or sibling!reader idrc 🤷🏻‍♀️

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real people/celebrities

matt sturniolo

chris sturniolo

nick sturniolo (platonic only)

nathan doe

milo manheim

charlie bushnell

NHL

jack hughes

luke hughes

quinn hughes

nick hischier

jamie drysdale

trevor zegras

mat barzal

MLB

matt olson

dansby swanson

anthony volpe

anthony rizzo

cody bellinger

nico hoerner

fictional characters

percy jackson universe

percy jackson

annabeth chase

leo valdez

jason grace

thalia grace

luke castellan

clarisse la rue

nick di angelo (platonic only)

criminal minds

spencer reid

aaron hotchner

emily prentiss

misc.

dwayne hoover

ellie williams

jess mariano

harry potter

theodore nott

george weasley

(willing to write for more characters from the hp and pjo universe but i only put a handful of characters)

[girlnextdoooor]

HIHI okay, i was wondering if i could request a matchup? i’m like 5’7, a goth, and plus sized. :)

i love, love video games and talking abt so many interests at once, i have a sweet tooth, and i really enjoy drawing. i tend to overshare about my interests and end up ranting about them for hours on end lmao, and umm yeah that’s about it lol

i match you with: dwayne hoover!

your style would absolutely be what caught his interest first

would be the type to sit and draw with you while you listen to music together

i imagine he's either really good at drawing or really bad

if he's good at it, he'd 110% just draw you for "studies" and give them to you (most likely with a little note)

if he's bad at it, he would draw stick figures holding hands and label them as you and him <3

can't really handle sweets (they hurt his teeth), but would absolutely bring you little candies and treats

he's very much a listener, so he doesn't mind if you overshare or talk a lot

would definitely be ass at video games i'm not gonna lie

BUT if it's something you're interested in, he'll participate because, at the end of the day, it's worth it to see you laugh and smile

i hope you liked this <3

[hauntingstarss]

I haven’t been active but I started college >.<

Theres this really cute boy in the class next door and he looks like Dwayne Hoover in Little Miss Sunshine and he was staring at me the whole time when our classes came together for a lecture,, I don’t know how to talk to ppl tho so I guess im just gonna have to stare at him LMFAO

^^ I hope there’s group work and we have to work together or something. Or for me to just build the courage to even wave at him.

I think his name is Jack? We were playing kahoot (which I WON) and like 4 names popped up when he clicked enter, so I just chose whichever one sounded like it would be his name.

I also actually talked to someone in my class,, they talked me to first but I was looking at ride the cyclone stuff.

I’m not in on Wednesday and Friday thankfully cuz I just woke up from like a 6 hour nap and my GOD I missed my daily naps. Next Monday is also a pizza day?? They’re just giving us pizza. I’m hype, I love pizza.

Anyways, that guys gonna be my motivation for the year. The current task we’re on decides whether or not we get bumped up early, and since I’m on level 2 and it’s a photography task I should be able to get bumped up really easy.

If I do, I’ll be in that guys class. Oh my god and he wears band shirts every day and they’re such good bands

How to talk to people 101 pls >.<

Imagine he sees this. I think I’d die.

I don’t know why the screenshots in Spanish, nor do I care

[pointless-and-futile]

YOU──Dwayne Hoover

ᶜᵒˡˡᵃᵍᵉ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵍʸ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᴾᶦⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗ

Summary─ In which, Dwayne's insanely in love with you. Kinda based off of the song You by Radiohead

Warnings─ Mentions of a sensory overload?? this is really just fluff. Shitty ending by the way, I'm sorry. Gn!reader. Not edited or proofread.

(a/n) This is my first work on this account + my first write for Dwayne (and beware, I haven't written in foreverrrr ok? cut me some slack pls) fkddj. Feel free to send me Dwayne requests ilyyy also comments + reblogs are really appreciated!!

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Dwayne thinks he might pass out. It wasn't from the 90 degree weather, or the absolute sensory overload he might have from the noise at the park, but it was from you.

You looked ethereal. You were engrossed in the book you were reading, caressing the back of Dwayne's hand with your thumb, while he was laying in your lap. Every once in a while, you would lean down to Dwayne and give him a kiss (as well as catch him staring at you, he felt like a creep, but you found it cute) which made his cheeks turn more red than they were because of the heat.

He never thought that someone as beautiful as you would like him. Him. The absolute dweeb who would re-read nietzsche everyday. Dwayne was absolutely infatuated with you. Everything you did was amazing. He got butterflies anytime he thought about you.

"Dwayne?? Are you okay??" He hears your sweet voice say. He never noticed you put your book down, so he must have been zoning out.

He looks at you, and sees the look of concern on your face.

You speak up again before Dwayne can get a chance to reply to you.

"We can leave if you want, I know how you get when it's hot out and there's too much noise."

Dwayne squeezes your hand, "I'm okay for a little bit longer, whatever makes you happy." He says in a soft tone.

You smile at him, you let go of his hand and start playing with his hair.

"Just let me know right when you want to leave okay? I want you to be comfortable."

"I will."

"promise?" You pause for a second while playing with his hair, then continue.

"I promise."

It felt like it was just you and him now. All of the kids screaming, and the dogs barking, slowly went away. You put him at ease, no matter what. Rain or shine, you could make him feel better. All he could ever think about was You. You, you, you. During dinner, school, before he went to bed. You. Dwayne's thoughts become slower, and he could feel him self falling asleep in your lap. And before he falls asleep, he hears you faintly say I love you. He can feel his heart pounding as his brain slowly shuts out the world. God, he was so in love.

[writing-fanics]

Paul Dano (Characters Fic Ideas) Request Open

(Dwayne Hoover: Little Miss Sunshine)

. Vow of Silence.

.summary: Dwayne meets y/n, someone else taking a vow of silence until they get into art school.

. Creep .

. summary: while reading in alone in the hallway at school, Dwayne hears someone singing in the music room.

. Comfort .

.summary: when Dwayne found out he’s colorblind. Y/n immediately comforts him crying alongside him.

.Moving Out.

(aged up to around 18 nothing happens)

.summary: after a huge argument with her mother, y/n’s ready to move out and live on her own. And she asks Dwayne to move in with her after, dating for around 2 years.

Jay (Okja) Warning: mentions of animal cruelty

.the cruelty of the world.

.summary: y/n is sick to the stomach to the point of throwing up, after seeing the atrocities and torture. Okja is put through.

.right now you’re my priority.

.summary: when Jay gets injured they don’t leave his side.

.Puppy.

.summary: y/n surprises Jay with a puppy

<?> Edward Nashton

. why? .

.summary: all y/n can ask is why her husband why he did all this, leaving her to raise their child

. I’m sorry .

.summary: after finding out his s/o’s parents where corrupt edward makes the hardest decision of his life

. Choice . (Not really x reader)

.summary: Bruce Wayne has to make a choice save his pregnant wife, or let thousands of people die in Gotham City.

[colorsofjun]

i made a playlist for all you dwayne/klitz/eddie/brian/calvin lovers + eli lol<3

(ALL THE LINKS ARE PINNED TO MY PROFILE!!<3)

….he’s so pretty i want to cry.

Should i make more of these playlist? Who should I do next?

[siempre-bucky]

hi!! i was wondering if you could write some reader x dwayne hoover <3 i'd love it if they were making some project for school and they start to realize they have a ton of stuff in common, and they're both like: i'm in love

thank you so much ily

Dwayne Hoover x Reader

A/N: i did some headcanons for this one.... this was so sweet, i hope you enjoy them ♡

it was a history assignment, build a diorama about an important invention of the 20th century

you were his partner

Dwayne was in a couple of your classes, he didn't speak but you knew he got good grades

"What do you want to do the project on?" you asked as you approached him in the hallway

Dwayne stood at his locker, pointing to The Wright Brothers plane he had taped on the inside

"Oh," you nodded and tilted your head to look up at him, "uh, yeah! We can do that," you nervously chuckled

he took out his pad of paper and scribbled: library?

you noticed his poor handwriting but smiled at him, "Sure. I'll see you after school."

the library was the first place you saw him in a different light

you found him at a lone table reading a philosophy book

and you found it really...hot?

your face felt instantly warm when his soft eyes looked up at you

Dwayne's lips formed a small smile and motioned you over

he definitely noticed how nervous you got around him but he wasn't sure if you liked him or hated him

you caught his eyes from the other side of the shelf as you looked for books

he was the first one to look away

"Cute," you thought.

then you had a whole moment, did you like Dwayne? no, no. You didn't

you notice that he liked similar books to you

and he knew a lot about planes

he wrote you paragraphs about them

he pulled out snacks from his backpack, asking you if you wanted one

he had all your favorites

Dwayne noticed you differently when you two were in his room building the diorama, you were taking a break and taking a look at his cd collection

"I have most of these," you giggled

he sent you a look that read "you do?"

you nodded and went on and on about the music and how good it was

his heart started to pound

his fingers nervously twitched

oh fuck, he thought as it hit him

over the week you hung out and it wasn't just for the project

he liked spending time with you, and he hated everyone

he got easily flustered when you said nice things about him

you kept all the little notes he passed you in class

Dwayne kept the glue gun you left at his place...just so he could have an excuse to see you again after the project's over

you both had the moment: "Oh damn, I like this person more than a friend" when you sat your project up at the front of the class

he looked down at you and nudged your shoulder

you looked up

and when your eyes met, you just knew

he had a crimson blush dusted on his pale

and you had a lovesick smile

the world faded into the background and it was just the two of you

Dwayne nudged you again, motioning to his hands

he had scribbled a note: would you like to go out with me?

[lovely--lover]

Immediate Response

Request: Dwayne tells reader I love you and their immediate response is to say something mean like fuck off. It’s not on purpose it just slips out 🤭 thank you @sapphicandserendipityy for the idea!!

Peering at the contents in your basket you made a mental note of all the items you have selected so far; beef jerky, candy, headband, a toy plane. Something was missing? Pulling out your shopping list you scanned the items until you found it, notepads. How could you forget?!

Two months had passed since Dwayne began his vow of silence. He mentioned something about self-restraint and dedication? In the beginning you thought he would only last a week or two.

But here you were two months later. Dwayne’s dedication and self-restraint was growing by the day. The sound of his voice was one of your favorite sounds, and you missed it dearly, but understood that it was something Dwayne needed to do.

Dwayne was focusing and working so hard to reach his dreams. You wanted to reward him for his efforts and motivate him to continue. 

Your eyes widened as you entered the stationary aisle there was rows of notepads in different colors and designs. There were so many options. Reaching out you grabbed a yellow, black, and a pink one covered in red hearts.  It was cute! Dwayne would hate it. 

A giggle slipped out as you imagined his reaction. Or maybe if you were lucky he would suddenly get the hint that you lov- liked him...You really hoped he would like it.

Taking a deep breath you tried to calm the nerves. What was the worse that could happen? Dwayne doesn't like it? Dwayne doesn't like a lot of things it will be okay. He definitely wasn't going to say anything.

Raising a hand you pressed the doorbell. You could hear feet running through the house and a voice yell out “I got it” When the door opened you were met with Olive smiling up at you.

Before you could say hello she was yelling through the house “Dwayne! Y/N is here!” She stepped out of the way and waved you inside.

“Come on Y/N” Olive grabbed your free hand and led you through the house towards Dwayne's room “I don't know why he can’t hear me.”

Once you reached Dwayne's door Olive didn't even knock, she just threw the door open. You were met with Dwayne on his back lifting weights above his head, heat flooded to your cheeks, as you watched him. The muscles in his arm were still small but more toned and you could see the outline of musc-

“Dwayne did you not hear me?! I said Y/N is here” Olive’s voice broke your thoughts.

Dwayne let out a sigh as he placed the weight down and sat up. The corner of his lip turning up slightly as his eyes met yours. Walking over he grabbed your hand, it was sweaty and calloused, pulling you into his room. While simultaneously pushing Olive out and slamming the door in her face.

“Hey! You’re so rude” you giggled as Olive stomped down the hall. It was now just you and Dwayne facing each other with your hands intertwined. There wasn't much time to enjoy the contact as Dwayne dropped your hand heading towards his bed and sitting down patting the open spot next to him. 

“So…you’re still not talking Hoover?” you teased. Dwayne responded with a roll of his eyes as he patted the spot next to him again. Finally you plopped down next to him and placed the gift bag in his lap. “Well good! Or else this would be awkward”

Dwayne looked between you and the bag with furrowed brows. “It’s a gift for you. It’s been over two months since you stopped talking and I thought you deserved something. I just know I couldn't last a day without talking!” 

A full smile formed on his face as he smiled in agreement. “Hey” you gently pushed him “Don’t be rude I got you a gift. Now open it!” 

Sitting up straight you watched in anticipation as Dwayne started pulling out the wrapping paper, giggling as he rolls it up and throws it at you playfully. He reached in without looking and pulled out the beef jerky, slightly nodding his head in approval.

“I got that because I know you like it and it has a lot of protein so it should be really good for building muscle and stuff” Dwayne listened to you with raise eyebrows and waited until you were done to pull out the next item.

Red was being pulled out of the bag and your mouth opened before you realized. “That’s a headband for when you work out so your hair’s not in your face and you don’t get too sweaty.” You felt the need to explain the reasoning for each item. 

Dwayne pulled out the notepads looking through them. “Those are for…ya know” you giggled. He got to the pink notepad with hearts. He looked up at you with an eyebrow raised and titled head as if to say ‘Really?’

Secretly Dwayne loved it! It was cute and reminded him of you.

With each item Dwayne pulled out his heart beat faster and he became overwhelmed. It was all so simple but-

Everyone else had been harassing him to speak telling him there was no point and refusing to understand. But you…you have supported him the entire time with no complaint. You always supported, listened, cared, understood him. It seemed like you were always around so he took you for granted. But you were everything and he…

Dwayne's eyes widened in realization, hurriedly he opened the notepad and grabbed his pen, scribbling out the words. His hands shook as he stared down at the writing contemplating if he should show you. Glancing up he was met with your amused face “What is it Dwayne?” 

Dwayne held the note up “I love you” was written across the page in messy letters.

A laugh left your lips as yo read the words “Oh fuck off Dwayne” His brows furrowed, placing the pen back on paper he underlined the words twice shoving the notebook in your face. 

The smile on your lips slowly fading at the realization “Oh wait…you love me? You love me!” Dwayne rolled his eyes and tossed the notepad into you lap pointed at the words.

You held the notepad up pressing it against your chest as you took in the moment another laugh escaping your lips. “Well good Hoover because I love you too!”

Masterlist

This is my first time writing for Dwayne so I hope it was good and I hope you liked it 💛

@mufnasa​

[peterparkersnose]

Klitz headcanons (The Girl Next Door)

his favorite chips are fritos

he prefers cats over dogs

he has always had particular interest in the nudist lifestyle

he does face masks with his mom every sunday night

he enjoys watching the oprah show after school to calm his mood

he hasn’t gone to a hair salon since he was six. his grandmother cuts his hair every two months on the third friday afternoon.

he prefers eli as a friend over matt, but loves them both so much that he would never tell anyone that

he used to have a cat named sprinkles as a child, but his overweight uncle sat on her

his celebrity crush is julia roberts

his secret pleasure movie is ten things i hate about you

he prefers reading porn rather than watching it

when he was 8 his mother bought hotdogs from costco and klitz received his first boner after smelling the steam from them cooking

his favorite politician was stuart starky, but after he lost to john mccain he lost interest in politics

he fuckin loves backstreet boys

he has seasonal lactose intolerance

the first time he got drunk he pissed in his neighbors flowerbed, killing all her flowers

he cut his balls the first time he shaved them

he enjoys the scent of lavender

his favorite drink is diet dr pepper

he once sliced his finger open playing with his mothers razor in the shower as a child and still has a scar from it

he takes baths twice a week to really get in all the crevices

he just had to throw his emotional support blanket away from when he was a child

his favorite holiday is halloween

and he prefers the summer over the winter

he got kicked by a horse at the state capitol when he was 6

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[mychemicalimagines]

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!

Words: 3,848

Tag List: Reblogging

A/N: I’ve been waiting to post this since I asked for 5 comments and I only got a few. I wanted to get this series finished so here’s a chapter. This is a big one! Feedback gets us to write more!:]

To be tagged: Comment, Message Me, Submit an Ask or Tag Yourself in My Bio.

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.

[blaireis]

Klitz x M/reader

Klitz isn't gay.. Especially not for his childhood friend. Right? Klitz x m/reader.

wordcount: 2500

warnings: blowjob, male on male, foreplay, grinding, drug mentions & dom reader.

It started when Klitz entered highschool and became apart of the Tripod,

"And then at the movies, we were high off our asses so we kept laughing, then we went back to mine and fell asleep on the couch." Klitz explained his weekend to his friends, 'we' was Klitz and You. His childhood friend. 

"You were laughing at Saw?" Matthew asked, an eyebrow raised

"Who gives a shit about that," Eli who'd been listening from behind the two of them in the hall pushed his way in between them. 

"Did you get any pussy?" Eli asked, Klitz elbowed him away. "Well no, because (Y/N) is-" Eli inturupted him. "Stop talking about your boring weekend then, if it doesn't end up with you getting laid with that (Y/N) chick!" He complained, quickly changing the subject. 

Klitz tried to tell them, but when he let it slip the first time he said he'd correct them the next on his childhood friends gender, but he couldn't. Every time he stumbled up and couldn't mutter at word at the misgendering and misinterpreted relationship of the two.

"No! It wasn't funny-" Eli yelled, complaining about porn, or girls. Klitz didn't know, he'd try to block him out in favor for the ps2. They all sat in Eli's house, playing video games on the sofa. 

Klitz reached into his pocket, pulling out a gray flip phone. "Hello?" He answered without viewing the contact. "(Y/N)!" He said standing up, his eyes widening. "What are you up to?" He walked into the kitchen, Eli and Matt's eyes lingering on his body surprised Klitz could talk to a (supposed) girl so smoothly. 

"Your coming into town?" He says surprised, spilling the sprite Eli's mum had bought for the three. "Cool," he hummed bringing the cup back to the lounge and setting it down on the coffee table. 

"Wanna stay with me?" Eli who was sipping on his beer (which he stole from his father,) spat it out in surprise, going into a coughing fit. 

"Cool, bring some weed?" He asked sitting back down in the middle of Matthew and Eli. "See you next week!" He says, flipping his phone shut and unpausing Mario Cart. 

After a second, Eli and Matthew died. He looked around him, seeing them staring at Klitz in disbelief. "You just invited a chick to your house?!" Eli asked in disbelief, "(Y/N)s not a-"

"Won't your parents get mad?" Matt asked. "They've known him since he was a baby." Klitz rolled his eyes. 

"Can I film it?" Eli asked. 

"What?"

"Can I film you two fucking?" Eli asked again, explaining more. 

"No dude, that's weird." He stopped, blushing. "I'm not into that." 

"Okay Mr cocky, you probably had a crush on them in middle school." Matt rolled his eyes, 

"No!" 

"Look at that face, you'd pump your fist to her?" Eli asked. Getting a weird look from Matt and Klitz. "Dude, too weird." Matt says.

"Okay but it was okay when Matthew said it!" Eli yelled

"He didn't made it sound like dirty talk!" Klitz argued, the conversation switching into a different topic.

~~

It was a week til (Y/N) was gonna come stay, Klitz learnt later he was coming to stay for the final year, in the middle of the second term not just for a week, but him and his parents didn't mind.

Klitz was nervous, to say the least. He'd tried to tell Eli and Matthew he wasn't in a relationship with his childhood best friend, who just happened to be a male. But everytime he'd try Eli would intruppted him, or Matt would come up with a zinger. Something always prevented him.

Deciding to call you, he sat up from his crisis and dialed his numbers on his shitty phone. 

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

"Hello?" Your voice spoke softly.

"Hey." Klitz smiled, leaning back into his bed. "Tim!"  You smiled, facing your body away from your current friends group. "Whats up?" You asked. 

He desperately wanted to tell you, but the fear you'd be disgusted, thinking he was gay. (Which he wasn't, not that there's anything wrong with being gay) He couldn't loose his best friend. 

"Nothing," he muttered. "Just bored."

"I can't wait for you to come here." He curled up into himself. (Y/N) blushed, your long time crush on the nerd still stood strong, after the beginning of middle school you didn't know how to tell him, but Tim isn't gay, right? 

"Me too, but I'll be there right after Saturday." It was Wednesday.

"Promise?" His small voice spoke. Your grin grew bigger. "Yeah." 

"Alright," you sighed, "can I call you back? I'm gonna drive home. I'll probably be working out when I call though." You said, when you couldn't take your mind off Klitz, you'd ask your dad what you should do about the crush you had, of course not mentioning who you had it on, he'd suggested working out. And now 4 years into working out to combat these thoughts, you still couldn't take your mind off the nerdy boy.

"yep." Klitz said dismissively, you hung up texting him. 'tlk 2 u later nerd' smiling, putting your phone back into your pocket. 

"Hey, I'm probably gonna head home." You told your friends. 

~~

When it reached Sunday, Klitz told the tripod they couldn't come over. He'd locked the doors and put on a loud movie so he wouldn't have to open the door for their knocking, and early in the morning he welcomed you into his house. 

He wanted to delay you meeting them until they needed too. He feared the worst of the situation.

In the halls of Westernport, Eli and Matthew were scolding Klitz, who was standing opposite. "why didn't you let us in?" Matt asked, "We know your not getting laid." Eli said.

"If your girlfriend isn't real you can just tell us!" from behind him you were walking past." girlfriend?" You raised a brow. "Tim, you have a girlfriend?" You asked him, his friends looking at you, as if they had never seen you. He shook his head, sighing. "Guys, this is.. My friend." He explained. "Hi." You smiled, waving. "Matthew." The one with short brown hair said. 

You raised your eyebrow, "and your?" You asked

"Oh uh Eli," the other one said, he had more blackish hair, and a hat on that said VIVID VIDEO. "Cool, hi." You smiled. "How do you know Klitz?" Matt asked. "Oh, we've been friends for ages, since we were born." You explained, "Oh?-" he got cut off by a loud voice sounding itself. "(Y/N) (L/N) please come to reception for your schedule. " thats me, sorry." You sent them an apologetic smile and walked away. 

"Wait that's?-" Matthew asked. "Your gay?" Eli raised an eyebrow. "No." He said, walking to his locker, the others following. "You said (Y/N) was a girl!" Eli exclaimed. "I didn't! I tried to tell you!" Klitz yelled. "Dude. Thats so gay." Eli said. 

"I'm not gay!" He raised his voice, 

well, everyone's a little gay, right? Why else would he be having these thoughts of you? I mean, its not gay to think of your best friend in like, that way right? He tried to tell himself but you got back into his mind. Your smile, the way your eyes crinkle. Your laugh, the way you pant after you run, your forearms when you roll up your sleeves. Everything about you he found appealing. "Crap." He whispered to himself. Going to his room where you were sitting.

"Hey." You smiled up at him, Tim walking towards you and sitting down, his head in your lap. "(Y/N), do you like girls?" He asked, you choked on your spit. 

"Uh, why?" You asked. "I-i," he stuttered. "I don't know if I can say this." Looking away. "You can tell me, I promise." 

"I don't know if I like girls anymore. " he said looking up at his ceiling that was covered in band posters, you were looking down at his face in your lap. "You think you like guys?" You asked, looking to see his reaction. He blushed, looking away. Was that a yes? That looked like a yes. "I don't know." He sighed looking up at you. "How do you know if your gay?" He sat up. "I'm sorry, this is stupid.-" he got up to walk away, and you grabbed his arm and pulled him close. "Can I kiss you?" You asked, he was flushed, nodding. 

You pulled him in for a kiss, at first it was sweet but then you put your tounge in his mouth. Making out now, you grabbed his face closer and sat down on the bed, which quickly turned into you on top of him, panting. "Fuck." You both panted, until you started to get up. "Wait,-" he stopped himself. "Can.. Can we go further?" He asked you. Biting your lip you got back on him, kissing down his jaw, leaving pink marks on his neck and jaw you hoped would turn all different colours.

You bit him slightly, Klitz whining quietly; the sounds going directly to your hardon.

Oh.

My.

God.

He whined.

You stopped for a second, making eye contact with him. Going in for another kiss, "whine for me more baby.." you said in between pants, unbuttoning his shirt as quick as you could, when you got to the bottom you got up, looking at his topless form. He wasnt too skinny he was just right, and the little happy trail that leaded down his stomach...

You took off your top as quick as possible, getting to work on his jeans, unzipping them and looking up at him. "Are you sure?" You asked. He nodded, "please I need this,," he whined, you smiled at his desperation, getting him to sit up on the bed and take off his pants completely.

Now you were staring at his tighty whities, you looked up, he looked so cute disheveled waiting for you.

You smiled, his bulge was pretty big, it looked the same size as yours until you took his underwear off.

"Jesus," you muttered.

He was absolutely giant, thick too. "Dude.." You said kissing his cocks side, going up til you reached the top. "Your fucking giant." You put his tip in your mouth, his hands beginning to rest on your hair pulling slightly as you teased him. "nghh- please.." He moaned. 

Taking him deeper, and trying to rest your throat because of his size. trying to take him in more he pushed your head down. "hahhaa... oh my god.." He moaned quietly as you slowly went up and down, "please.." He begged, "please please go faster.." Looking up at him, you began to rub yourself on his leg. "ahh- beg for it more baby.." You moaned slightly, taking your mouth off his dick and licking his tip. 

"please (y/n).." He grabbed a pillow and hugged it tightly to his sweating body. "Please I need it so bad..." he moaned, his voice slightly muffled by the cotton. "I need it so bad you don't even know..." You pulled off completely, the man below you whining and thrusting his hips up pathetically at the lack of friction. 

"Oh but I do know baby.." You straddled him, his boner below you poking you. "I'm gonna make you feel so good, you can't do anything more than beg for my mouth." you growled in his ear, licking his jaw and then starting to grind yourself onto him. 

With every movement you made, Klitz grunted and whined. "Ah fuck.." You panted, hand on the bed beside him trying to get more friction. Making eye contact with Klitz, he softly put his hands on your waist - supporting your every move and guiding you down and up more.

"ah- ah!" A breathy voice panted in your ear. "so so close baby... Please don't stop.." He put his head on your shoulder. 

You grinded harder at his moaning, getting close too. "Please sir!" Voice muffled by your skin, that was the last straw for you, cumming in your pants while grinding like a little boy on the man.

You panted loudly,  bringing him in for a kiss. While kissing, you felt his hardening cock below you. "Already?" You asked him, Tim looking away as you licked his jaw; sucking on him lightly. Getting off the sweaty man, you pulled your pants and boxers down and got on your knees. His dick rising from semi to full. 

"All for me?" You smiled, kissing his cum covered cock. Licking down the sides and sucking on his tip, before positioning your mouth on top and slowly going down on him before starting to repeat the motion. "ah!" His sharp whines only made you go faster, looking up at his flustered face, cheeks red, lips swollen from all the kissing. You got up from his dick, saliva dripping down from your mouth. "Your so pretty like this Klitzy..." You purred, going back down on him. "mhmm.." You hummed on his cock, "Ah! Ahh.. Babyy your so good to me... Just for me.. Please more.." He whined, grabbing the pillow again. 

"I'm so close... Baby I can't!-"

You hummed, tightening the back of your throat and swallowing down on him. "Ah!" Thick ropes covered your tongue. 

Looking up at Klitz, he looked destroyed. His hair was matted down to his face with sweat, cheeks and nose flushed, lips pink and swollen. "Fuck baby.." You stood up, putting your boxers back on and getting into bed, pulling the covers over the two of you. 

"You did so well baby.." You stroked his hair, pulling it behind his ears. He whined at this. "You were so good." Reaching over him, grabbing your pack and lighting a cigarette. Panting, you offered him it. "no thanks." He muttered, you leaned back over and put it out in your ashtray. He hugged you tightly, Falling asleep like this. 

When you woke up, Tim was still hugging you. You shook him, he groaned, flipping over. You got up, taking off your boxers that were covered in dried cum. You whined, looking for a new pair. 

Klitz groaned, shuffling and sitting up. "Shit, All for me?" He laughed at his own joke, before looking away. You turned around, and saw that he was hard already. 

"Are you serious?" You sighed,  looking down at his cock it was hard and red - your own cock responding to the sight of his. "Fuck." You groaned, "We're so going to be late for school." You walked towards him.

[kirkslver]

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[imagine--if]

general dating hcs for dwayne hoover please?😵‍💫

A/N: Hell YES 😍 If you guys want any other headcanons/imagines with this boy then send em innn

Pairing: Dawyne Hoover x reader (Little Miss Sunshine 2006)

Warnings: fLufF aNd StUfF 😛

• YeSsSs okay so

• Dwayne's a pretty quiet guy, but you're not the loudest/extroverted person either, so you click pretty well

• You probably met in school or in a library or something, and caught each other's eye

• He couldn't help staring for a few moments too long, cus like 'wow you're so pretty aaghhaedvbnf'

• You smile, and he smiles and blushes, hiding his face in his book

• Yea, you're gonna be seeing him around bestie

• When he gets enough courage, he'll put a note through your locker asking if you wanna meet up after school and to write yes or no on the back of the paper and post it back through his locker

• You're like 😂 nah, I'm doing this the normal human way

• You just come up to him and say what time with a smile, and he's just 😶🥰

• Dwayne ends up telling you a lot about his chaotic family and all, and is a little hesitant when it comes to admitting his love for Nietzsche's work, but you're really interested and hang onto every word

• From then on, he's literally whipped 💕

• Is it too cliche to say that he's all "I hate everyone except you" because that's literally how he feels lol

• You start going out not long after, and he's actually, like, the best boyfriend EVER

• He likes reading to you, or whispering or talking quietly, basically being around you full stop

• His family's a little mad, but his mum adores you because you're a good influence and makes him happy, his dad thinks you're very successful and approves of you pretty quickly, Olive's legit ecstatic that there's another girl in the house she can chat to and stuff, and Frank enjoys your sense of humour and personality

• Dwayne may act unbothered and chilled, but he secretly loves hugs and kisses, can't get EnOuGh

• Only from you though, cus if his mum or something tries to hug him he's all squirming and screwing his face up in annoyance

• He's clingy in the best way 🖤

[almanacrat]

Pumpkin Pie

WEdward Nashton x gn Reader

Warnings: None

The electric lights buzzed above Y/n’s head, flickering lazily. The streets of Gotham city were littered with people, some here and some there. Y/n wondered what each person was doing and where they were going to. Were they going home to two children and a spouse? No, perhaps they were going home to an empty apartment with a pet, or maybe they were going to work a night shift somewhere.

 Y/n worked the night shift five days out of the week. They had never been a fan of the night shift, especially now that Gotham was getting more dangerous, but a paycheck is a paycheck, and Y/n had bills to pay. 

Y/n made their rounds around the diner intermittently, making sure the customers didn't need anything. The late-night customers were typically pretty relaxed, not needing much assistance from Y/n except the occasional refill. Y/n stood behind the counter, looking at the crossword puzzle in front of them. They enjoyed solving little puzzles in the newspapers or wherever they happened upon one, and had gotten pretty good at solving them; however, there was one particular riddle stumping Y/n tonight. 

The chiming of the bell on the door caught Y/n’s attention. They snapped their head up to find one of the regulars. They never caught his name, but recognized his face and the thump of his military-style boots on the linoleum floor. 

“Hey.” Y/n greeted. They didn't bother to pull out their notepad, knowing he would just order the same thing he always did.

“Hi.” He replied.

“Pumpkin pie and a latte, I assume?” Y/n smiled at him.

“Yes, please.” The man avoided their eyes, choosing to fiddle with a coffee stirrer instead. 

Y/n briskly served him his coffee and slice of pie, observing him from the side of  their eye. He looked down at a newspaper, circling certain things with a green pen, then glancing around himself briefly. Y/n went back to hovering over their crossword puzzle. They let out a frustrated sigh when they had solved all but the one. 

“Still working on that crossword?” Y/n’s coworker asked, leaning against the counter.

“Yep. I figured all of them out except this one.” Y/n stated.

“You’ll get it eventually.”

“I've been thinking about it for twenty minutes, and I still can't think of anything plausible to go there. It sucks.” Y/n complained, running their hands through their hair. 

“Well, what’s the prompt? I might be able to help you figure it out.” Their coworker snatched the paper from Y/n, looking at it in confusion.

“A price for your thoughts. It seems so obvious but I’m just going blank.” 

“A penny.” The man spoke, catching Y/n’s attention. 

“What?” Y/n asked, having not heard him clearly. 

“The answer is a penny. A penny for your thoughts.” He spoke after clearing his throat. 

“You’re right! How did I not see that?” Y/n lamented.

“You were probably just preoccupied with work.” The man found himself saying. 

“Hopefully that's it. Do you do a lot of puzzles?” 

“Yeah, I like puzzles.” He answered.

“What kind are your favorite?” 

“Riddles. I like all puzzles, but riddles are my favorite.” 

“That’s really interesting. Do you have any interesting riddles for me to solve?”

“Right now?” The man finally made eye contact with Y/n, looking up through his clear-rimmed glasses.

“Sure.” They smiled at him.

“Uh- okay. Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. Whoever knows it, wants it not. What is it?”

Y/n remained quiet in thought before finally speaking. 

“Oh, I've got it! Counterfeit money?” Y/n chirped.

“Yes. You’re quite good at riddles.” He commented. “I bet you’re even better. What’s your name, anyway?” Y/n asked, looking into his deep eyes which were shaded by his gentle brown hair. 

“Edward.” 

“Edward. I like that name. I’m Y/n.” 

Edward resisted the urge to tell them that he knew their name already. In fact, he knew most things about them, but only by coincidence. Edward had seen them walking up to the apartment on occasion, and heard them talking to their coworkers about the details of their life. 

“Goodnight, Eddie.” Y/n called as he walked out of the diner. 

If anyone else had called him Eddie, he would have done unspeakable things to them, but not Y/n. He now felt that he should pay special attention to Y/n. Before tonight, they were just the person who worked at the diner. Now, they were the person who liked puzzles and had a wonderful smile. They were a creature too pure and kind for this world. They were someone to keep safe and watch over. Someone to protect from the cruel streets of Gotham City. 

Edward knew one thing when he left that diner; he had to have them.