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Dwayne Hoover ☼
+ Beautiful | Part 2
- Angst and fluff: Dwayne hurts (Y/n)’s feelings and tries his best to apologise, realising he may like her more than he realised.
Eli Sunday ✞
+ Breath of Fresh Air
- Eli meets the new teacher in Little Boston’s tiny school and is enamoured.
Edward Nashton ¿
+ It Only Takes A Taste | Part 2
- Fluff: After a more than outstanding pumpkin pie from his usually sub-par regular diner, Edward just has to compliment the person responsible... and maybe get to know her a little.
Calvin Weir-Fields ✎
+ An Alternate Ending
- Angst: Calvin lies to both (Y/n) and Ruby and realises that the only way they can be happy is with each other and without him. He decides to do something about it.
Timothy Klitz ✿
+ Pinch Me: Part One | Part Two
- Everyone changes somehow after summer break, but (Y/n) took it to a new level, leaving everyone (especially Klitz) jaw-dropped.
i’ve released a klitz x f!reader fanfiction! please feel free to read it on wattpad here or on archive of our own here ! please enjoy if you decide to read ! (-:
Pls can I have a match up! I'm female 5ft3 with long red hair, INTJ and pisces. I dress quite girly and hippyish, and lovee jewellery! I love cinema, reading, cooking and animals. I'm vegan and practice witchcraft! I love fleetwood mac, beach house, mitski phoebe bridgers, mazzy star, fiona apple etc. I'm studying for my PhD and work as a professional dancer on the side.
I think my strengths are that I'm passionate, thoughtful, ambitious and funny. My weaknesses are probably that I can be a bit cold and have anxiety and OCD so am prone to stress and feeling overwhelmed.
My ideal date is probably either grabbing a coffee and going for a walk in the park or going out for lunch or to a museum!
OMG CALVIN WEIR-FIELDS OMG
• Ah our toxic king <3
• ALSO SLAAAAAAAAAAAY PHD LETS GOOOO
• Calvin gives me virgo energy (as a virgo I can feel the spiritual connection w/ him 🧘🏻♀️) but this also means he’s a virgo MAN. Take from that what you wish, but he’d pair perfectly with you!
• He’d love to go shopping with you, spending as much money as you’d let him on new clothes! His favourite thing to see you in would be girly little dresses and skirts aaaaaaa
• He would 100% play with any jewellery you have on when he’s nervous, especially in public. Feeling anxious? He’s already twirling the ring on your finger as he holds your hand.
• He would be SO interested in learning about witchcraft. Tell him everything you know, it intrigues him so so much.
• Seeing you and Scotty playing would make him cry and literally explode on the spot. I can’t see Calvin as much of a baby guy, he definitely prefers pets.
• LITTLE COOKING DATES YES PLEASE
• I also think he’d be a huge Fleetwood Mac fan, so you can guarantee you’d listen to every single song while cooking, reading, or doing literally anything.
• DANCING IN THE KITCHEN OMG
• Calvin also has a tendency to distance himself as well as being quite anxious, and while he may have periods of responding quite badly, he tries to make up for it the best he can.
• He’d love to take you to your favourite cafe and take you on a long walk before going to the museum omg. Literally his favourite thing ever.
Hello, dear. Could I get a match-up? My name's Anais. I'm 5'5. I've short, black hair, dark eyes and very pale skin. My interest is literature (especially Russian) and acting. I love dancing, I'm really good at it. Also, I write film reviews and poetry.I intimidate people when they see me for the first time(because of my grungy-gothy looks💀) , but I'm actually docile and kind. Fun fact is that I love watching cartoons. I rewatch Gravity Falls so much that I memorised the whole script.
Drink water, have a nice (Insert time of day) :3
*also, sorry for any mistakes, I'm not native english speaker*
Eli Sunday!!!
• Eli my beloved oh my
• I have a random inkling that Eli can speak more than one language, probably French and maybe a little Russian, so he’d love to read literature with you!
• I feel like after his travels he’s rather well read and would bring back a ton of literature he found and thought you’d enjoy.
• Omg just imagine Mary loving the fact you like acting and begging you to teach her or put on little plays, Eli would MELT.
• Just watching the two of you would make him feel so sjfjfiskfkgib
• I also feel like Eli secretly loves poetry and probably writes his own too, as soon as he found out you write it, he’d immediately open up and show you his own work. You’d help each other and slowly but surely notice that each new piece follows a theme of being about the other person. He’d love it.
• He was probably very intimidated by you at first, too scared to talk to the new pretty person in town. There aren’t many young people in Little Boston so he’d be terrified as well as the fact he thought you were breathtakingly beautiful.
• Once he got to know you though, he noticed how kind you were and it quickly became his favourite thing about you.
A/n: Drinking some as we speak! You better have some too <3
Interest: I love music, theater and museums (everything that has to do with culture), F1 and movies.
S&F: I am told that I’m kind and a good person, yet I tend to loose my patience pretty fast. I’m intelligent yet I doubt of myself quite often. I’m quite creative and I love to sleep hehe
Anything else: I’m a taurus(?), I love romantic love yet I like to keep it a bit rough, you know.
Anyway, thank u ✨🤍
Pierre Bezukhov <333
• Omg you are SO PRETTY!!! Literally crying rn
• Pierre shares your love of music and of the arts and he, too, loves everything to do with culture! He’d love to learn new things with you and have you teach him things he doesn’t know.
• Museums hold a dear place in his heart and now he can share that with you? Best pairing ever.
• He would always be there if you lose your patience, he can too oftentimes. He’d always be sensitive of this and make sure he communicates well and is sure to value you, (he’s such a gentleman I love him with my whole heart).
• Pierre also doubts himself a lot, so it would be a lot of mutual assurance and words of affirmation and love and just andjfjvivihon
• He would constantly remind you of how intelligent and beautiful you are, the second you begin to doubt it he’s fixed it in a second.
• Pierre is a hopeless romantic and would enjoy doing anything of the sort, however his ‘grand gestures of love’ would be more intimate and quiet, he doesn’t wanna have to share these moments or you with anyone else.
hello i’ve never done a matchup so pardon me if i do it wrong but!
my name is bowie! my birthday is july 26th and im very tall kdhdj. my interests include period pieces of all ways(books and movies etc.), gardening, film making/writing, and harry styles! a strength i have it im very loyal and passionate! tho with that(a flaw) is im pretty clingy to most people.
my ideal guy would be someone who takes me on art museum dates and takes me to longhorn after. nothing fancy i just like spending time with people! so yeah! no rush with this ask and have a good day :))
Edward Nashton omg
• First off omg I LOVE your name!!! Also, don’t worry you did it perfectly :)
• EDWARD WITH A TALL S/O >>>>>
• He would love being with someone tall, he just feels so safe and protected and anfjgibibo
• I can just imagine him slowly becoming obsessed with the period pieces you enjoy, learning the history behind them too to try and impress you duh.
• He would buy you so so so many books and make an effort to try and get the oldest and most original copies possible!
• I also have a personal head cannon that he writes notes in all his books so he’d 100% write a note to you in the front of each one he gives you.
• Imagine Edward gardening omg stop. At first, he was hesitant, but slowly began to love it, especially when he can admire the work you’ve both done. Each flower is like a little baby to him he loves it.
• He’d really value loyalty in a partner as he’s been so abandoned previously :(
• You can also guarantee he’d be just as loyal back! And he loves your passion, hearing you talk about/do the things you love makes him so happy. He’s also very passionate himself so he totally understands.
• MUSEUM DATES MUSEUM DATES MUSEUM DATES
• Edward would use these as the perfect opportunity to show off his knowledge but also marvel at your own!
• All in all, he loves spending time with you and loves nothing more.
My names Rosie, I’m 5,10, I’m 19, I have very long dark plum hair. I’m a little thicker, I have green eyes and super red cheeks :) People would probably describe me as quite quiet and shy, but when I open up I’m kinda goofy and giggly. I’m a Gryffindor and an infp. I love indie/rock music and horror movies too!!
I love writing and reading, and aspire to write a novel some day. Romance novels that are super angsty is my fave niche so that might tell you something about me lol. I’m very into tarot readings and the 70s aesthetic so I try and dress that way but it usually comes out looking more like Nancy downs from the craft. My favourite music artists are Kate bush, Fleetwood Mac, phoebe bridgers and mitski.
I’m pretty touch starved which is means I can be quite clingy at times :/. I’m also very nerdy, anything Harry Potter or marvel related and I really can’t shut up.
Thank you for opening ships and I hope you have a lovely day <3
Klitz Klitz Klitz
• First of all, Klitz is the literal loml.
• He would love a s/o with some curves because who wouldn’t! Curves are beautiful and should be worshiped and blessed amen thank you for coming to my ted talk <3
• He would be obsessed with your giggles omg when I tell you this man would go to any lengths to make you laugh.
• He’s also quite quiet and shy so he’d be more than patient as well as happy to stay in with just the two of you or even just call.
• Klitz would LOVE LOVE LOVE tarot readings. He’d constantly ask you how things would turn out and he’d 100% take your word as gospel everytime, you’d lead every choice than man makes. He’d trust you with his life🕺🏻
• 70s aesthetic? Yes please. Defo his favourite decade. He’d also ask you to help style him and he’d try literally anything you gave him.
• He also defo has a crush on Nancy so you are literally his dream s/o. I can imagine him watching the film for the first time and then having a huge crush on her for WEEKS.
• He’s a mitski man. That’s all I’m gonna say.
• He’d love a clingy s/o! He’s touch starved too so he’s more than happy to be affectionate.
• He’s geek freak supreme so you’d have NO issues with being nerdy, all the best people are! You guys would spend the whole night discussing theories, movies, actors, comics, everything, of course followed by movie/show marathons and even more theories.
Hey! Can i get a match up? My name is Ara and i am very short, pale and i have a lot of beauty marks and some tattoos, i have brown eyes and brown hair that reaches a little past my shoulders, i am a taurus, intj and i love reading and writing, my favorite books are war and peace, the master and margarita, and frankenstein. I love old movies, listening to music and baking. I guess i am smart and my biggest flaw would be that i have anger issues lol
Edward Nashton!!!
• I can 100% see Edward taking the time to count and memorise your beauty marks, he loves how unique and pretty they make you and he always says how they look like little constellations.
• He’d also love your tattoos and hearing about their meanings, he’s far too scared to get one himself but maybe you can persuade him ;)
• (If you’d let him) He’d play with your hair all day every day, he’s definitely the type of guy to learn how to braid and insist you let him practice on you.
• INTJs and INTPs get along really well! You both find comfort in it just being the two of you, which would suit him perfectly.
• I imagine Edward having a huge collection of books and he’d be more than willing to share, as well as more than enthusiastic to read anything you’ve written! He’d love to read it, understanding things from your point of view, which would always be beautiful to him 🧎🏻♀️
• OLD MOVIE DATES AND DRIVE-INS!!!!
• He’d insist you teach him to bake since he has no clue what he’s doing himself. He’d also love to try anything you’ve made yourself, you could burn it to a crisp and he’d still love it.
• He would value intelligence in a s/o more than anything else, he needs someone to bounce off. This does mean he will bombard you with puzzles and riddles but he’s sure you’ll learn to love it.
• Anger issues? Edward is MORE than familiar. You’d 100% help each other with them and be the key to calming each other down. He’d put you before anything.
A/n: we have the same taste in books omg literally marry me
I’m about 5 '7 ish, I have shoulder length bright pink hair and pale skin. I love theatre and i’m majoring in wig and makeup design. I don’t have a cohesive aesthetic but i wear lots of fun/graphic sunglasses and i love a good vintage dress. I love colours and witty t-shirts.
I like lots of music but i’m a big fan of punk rock and metal. My favourite movies are Scream (1996), Rocky Horror and Into the Spiderverse.
I have a twin, my favorite color is green, my family has two dogs, a bull mastiff and a pitbull, i’m trans nonbinary.
I love cephalopods and i know tons about them.
im also an aries!
thanks so much!
100000% Brian Wilcox without a doubt
• You’d defo have little hair dying dates where you take it in turns dying each other’s hair! (the splatters of pink next to black on the sink always makes him laugh).
• He’d also love having a s/o a little on the taller side, 5’7 is absolutely perfect in his mind, he doesn’t wanna have to bend down all the time. Plus, it’s the perfect height for him to rest his chin on your head when hugging you, (which he does a lot).
• You’d also swap shirts all the time and whenever you leave the room he quickly tries on all your sunglasses before you get back.
• I feel like one of Brian’s love languages is sharing music, he’s 100% the type of guy to say ‘this song reminded me of you’
• He’s also a dog person over a cat person (I just know it I can feel it in my soul) so he’d have no issues with pets, he’d love them!
• During little movie dates he’d most definitely try the yawning trick and place his arm behind your head- only to jump whenever something scary popped up on the screen.
• Brian also seems like he’d love hearing you talk about anything that interests you and will probably read up on it just to try and impress you.
This Monday differed from no other. The sun shone harshly on Little Boston and spirits were fairly high with the new well bringing in plenty of goods. Although Eli had his reservations, he was grateful for the overall sense of goodwill and optimism it brought, bringing more and more people to the Church. Because of this, the Church extended to work with the small school that taught the little children who were more than eager to learn; assuring that their usual school day would consist of teachings of the Church and the bible or what could be seen as a week long ‘Sunday school’.
It was the first day of the school and the Church’s union and Eli and a few other church-goers, mostly parents, came to visit. As they walked past each classroom, they were met with the fairly dull sound of pencil against paper and the occasional call and response from teacher and student- a typical early school environment. The children were no older than ten, so keeping their attention wouldn’t have been too easy.
However, as they passed the classroom right at the end of the corridor, the sound of giggles and excited voices flooded into the corridor as well as the playful scolding of a female voice for them to ‘quieten down’, though it was clear from her voice that their laughter brought her nothing but joy.
Curious, Eli perked up and peeked his head round the door, the others following him. He felt his breath leave his body and a smile began to grow on his face. There, in front of the eager and bright-eyed children, stood the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
“And what do we call...” She feigned a thoughtful face as the children were gripping their tables in excitement, “This?” Pointing to her nose, she grinned.
“Your nose!” They all replied in unison.
“Very good! Aren’t you blessings clever!”
Upon further inspection, Eli noticed how young the students were, around four if he had to guess. The way she interacted with them so naturally and gracefully caused his smile to widen.
“Final question, what about...” Her voice was like a hymn to his ears as she continued to question them, “This?” Now, she pointed to her heart- hands softly crossed over them.
“Your heart!”
“Correct!”
She then slightly paced the room before stopping in front of one of the children, crouching down with her floral summer dress brushing against the ground gently, “Thomas.”
It was clear he was nervous, worried about being asked a question he couldn’t answer, yet she was persistent.
“What does the heart do? It’s okay if you don’t know.” Her voice was soft but encouraging, gentle but assured.
“Um...” His tiny features formed into a look of confusion before perking up, “Love?”
The woman let out a small laugh, as did the parents and Eli, though it held no air of patronisation, “Yes, yes, I suppose you’re right, Thomas.”
At the adults’ laughter, her attention was drawn to them, including Eli. He caught the slight upward twitch of her lip and the sparkle in her eye as she stood up once more.
“Does anyone else know?” She asked, twirling her fingers around a piece of ribbon, “Mr. Sunday, perhaps.” With a cheeky grin she turned to him.
He froze. She’s speaking to you, Eli. For God’s sake, speak!
“I believe it pumps blood around your body, Miss...”
“(L/n).” She replied.
He smiled and briefly tilted his head down, “Miss. (L/n).”
With a quick glance at the clock, she realised it was time for the lesson to end, “Right,” she gently clapped her hands and regained their attention, “you may go and play, but be careful!” She called after them as they spilled out the classroom, some of them greeting their parents on their unexpected visit.
Eli gazed, enamoured, at the purely joyful look on her face as she watched the children leave, their parents following shortly behind. Soon, it was only the two of them in her small but homely classroom where the children’s artwork lined the walls, some of which were of her- it was clear how much they adored her.
“I wasn’t expecting you today, Mr. Sunday.” She broke the small silence by sitting down in her chair, gesturing for Eli to do the same.
“Myself and their parents just wanted to check on the children,” he sat down, “but it seems you have a knack for it.” A small laugh escaped him and she followed.
“I do love the children. I can assure you Mr. Sunday, they are in good hands.”
“Eli,” he held up a hand, “I insist.”
She nodded her head, “Very well, Eli.”
The way his name rolled off of her tongue so angelically caused him to warm inside and a fuzzy sense of child-like giddiness ran through him.
“How are things with the Church?” She asked. So polite. Though Eli despised small talk, he was more than willing to engage if it meant he could speak with this new-found angel on Earth.
“Very good, thank you, very good. The well seems to be bringing in good spirits.”
“Indeed.” She picked up a workbook and flicked through it, “I’ve been tutoring H.W, Mr. Plainview’s son, very bright young boy. Lovely.”
“Yes,” agreed Eli, “He’s rather close with my sister, Mary, she’s a few years ahead of this class, you may not have seen her.”
A sudden wave of realisation washed over the young woman, “Ah, yes, pretty little Mary. My little lamb,” a soft laugh left her lips, “She’s a delight to teach I can assure you, Eli.”
“You tutor her?” This was a blessing from God.
“I do, she’s extremely intelligent. Now that you mention it-”
She was interrupted by the sound of little footsteps and sniffles. Her attention immediately snapped to the source of the sound- a little boy had run into the class, knees grazed and tears stained with tears.
“Oh no.” Her arms were open and welcoming as the young boy collapsed into them, “What ever is the matter?”
Eli watched silently as she cooed over the injured boy, he couldn’t help but think she’d make a wonderful mother. God, Eli, what has gotten into you? He’d never fawned over a woman at all before, let alone to this extent.
“I fell over and hurted my knees.” He said in an impossibly adorable voice while pointing at them incredulously.
“My poor angel,” she placed a kiss to the top of his head and led him over to the basin in the corner, more than patient with his waddling, “Let’s get you cleaned up shall we, hm?”
The boy nodded and bravely wiped away his tears. She perched him on the make-shift counter and pulled out equipment to dress his grazes with.
“Eli?”
He shot his head towards her with a smile, “Yes?”
“Could you be a lamb and help me with George?”
He’d never gotten up so quickly in his life, “What would you like me to do?”
The women pulled out a small bottle and the boy’s eyes went wide, “It’s okay, I need to put it on to clean it. It will only hurt a little I promise, Pumpkin.” She then turned to Eli, “Could you hold his hand?”
Eli gently took the boys hand in his and sent him a reassuring smile which seemed to work.
“I’m going to clean it now, okay?” Her hand and the cotton bud hovered over his knee, waiting for his ‘okay’. George nodded and she applied the dressing. The small boy immediately gripped Eli’s hand tighter.
“You’re being such a good boy.” Cooed the woman, “So brave.”
There was something oddly domestic about the situation that brought a sense of comfort to Eli. Perhaps, in his head, he imagined this exact situation with their own child. Perhaps he’d been playing outside with his brothers and sisters and fallen over. Perhaps they’d fix it with a cup of hot honey lemon and a bedtime story. He really was getting carried away now.
“All done!”
And just like that, the fantasy was over.
Soon enough, the boy had given them both a fleeting hug before returning outside to his friends.
“You’re amazing with them.” Complimented Eli, causing a blush to flush her face.
“I’ve always wanted children. They’re the only pure beings left on this Earth.” Her tone was slightly sad and it caused a pang in Eli’s chest.
He decided to pry, “Have you no husband?”
She shook her head and he couldn’t help but feel relieved in his own selfish way.
“I’m far too young, only 20, I celebrated last week.”
They were the same age. Now Eli was sure this was a sign from God.
“As am I.” They shared a warm smile, “It’s hard to find people our age in this little town.”
Agreeing, she leaned against the counter and looked up at him with big, doe eyes, “Indeed it is. At least we have each other now, right?”
Eli laughed and nodded, joining her at the counter and gazed down at her, “I guess we do.”
At lot had happened that night. Dwayne and (Y/n) had fixed their issue, they’d acknowledged their feelings for each other, and Edwin had died. The whole debacle at the hospital had been... eventful, and it was clear everyone needed some time to process what had happened. Edwin had always been more than kind to (Y/n) on the few occasions he’d seen her, so she couldn’t help but miss him, much like everyone else in the van. However, as per usual, Olive was keeping a good spirit despite the recent death and newly-stuck horn that blared mercilessly every few seconds. She held up a sheet of paper she’d collected from the hospital- a set of eye tests. Richard and Sheryl were arguing in the front so (Y/n) and Dwayne eagerly entertained Olive in an attempt to distract her.
Dwayne was currently pointing in each direction as the paper instructed, (Y/n)’s head leaning on his shoulder. If he was being honest, he’d partly accepted Olive’s invitation of an eye test to distract himself from the girl beside him as he fought to push back the blush on his cheeks and warmth in his chest. She’d done the test before him- a perfect score.
“Mom,” Called Olive, “(Y/n) and Dwayne have twenty-twenty vision!”
Sheryl looked at the pair through the rearview mirror, smiling to herself as she watched Dwayne gaze down at (Y/n) as she looked up at him, grinning about something, “I bet they do.”
“Okay, now we’re gonna check to see if you’re colourblind.” Olive pulled out another sheet of questions, “(Y/n) first.”
She sat up to better see the paper, her head leaving Dwayne’s shoulder, and he would never admit how much he wanted to whine at the loss of contact- and almost did. That was not how he was planning to break his vow of silence.
Olive held up a sheet, “Try this one, what’s in the circle?”
“B.” Answered (Y/n).
“Yes!” Olive said giddily, “Now... this one!”
“P.”
“You have perfect vision!”
(Y/n) laughed lightly and Dwayne smiled in response.
“Now Dwayne.” Olive held up the paper, “What’s the letter in the circle?”
Dwayne crossed his arms and furrowed his eyebrows. After a few seconds, he shook his head as if to say ‘what letter?’. (Y/n) looked up at him, confused.
“No, no, no, inside the circle.” Clarified Olive, though it seemed to do nothing.
(Y/n) spoke up, “Dwayne?”
Still confused, he looked back at her and shrugged his shoulders.
“It’s right there,” she pointed at the letter and circle, “can you really not see it?”
Frank had turned around by now. He nervously looked at Dwayne.
“It’s an ‘A’.” Olive answered, pointing once again at the circle.
A sudden wave of realisation washed over (Y/n) and she shot her eyes over to Frank, who was already looking at her. Dwayne took the booklet from Olive and really, really, looked at it, but to no avail.
“It’s bright green.” Said Frank, his eyes now on Dwayne.
Carefully, (Y/n) wrapped her hands around his and helped keep the paper still, hoping and praying that that’s why he couldn’t see it, but she knew better.
“D,” She bit her lip nervously, “it’s right there.”
He was silent.
She once again looked at Frank, silently debating on who should break the news, “Man.” Whispered Frank under his breath.
Dwayne rushed to grab his pad and pen.
What?
Frank didn’t answer, so he turned to (Y/n). She could’ve sworn that the panic in his eyes made her ache, she really didn’t wanna have to tell him. He shook the pad to emphasise what he’d written. Sighing, she took his hand in her own, he instinctively intertwined their fingers in his state of distress- not thinking anything of it.
“Dwayne,” She said softly and he tilted his head downwards slight as if to urge her to carry on, “I think you might be colourblind.”
He didn’t understand why everyone was reacting the way they were. Surely there was nothing bad about being colourblind. Why was (Y/n) so upset? He hated seeing her so upset. He turned to Frank who nodded in agreement. Once again, he shook the pad. Frank knew he had to tell him.
“You can’t fly jets if your colourblind.”
The look on Dwayne’s face broke (Y/n)’s heart. He was frozen for a moment and she could hear his mind whirring. His grip on her hand tightened for a moment before he let go gently, greatly contradicting the way he proceeded to punch the side of the van.
“Uhh...” Frank turned once again to Richard and Sheryl, “We’ve got an emergency back here.” Dwayne continued to kick the van as (Y/n) reached to hold Olive’s hand as she noticed her worried expression, “It’s okay O, don’t worry.”
Richard and Sheryl had now paid attention to the commotion.
“I think we just need to stop for a second- pull over or something.” Said (Y/n) lightly yelling over Dwayne’s kicking and the still-honking horn.
“Just- pull over, just pull over!” Frank and Richard were now slightly bickering once again.
Dwayne looked so desperate to speak- to say anything, he gripped the seat in front of him and began to shake it. Upon re-noticing (Y/n) next to him, he desperately grabbed her hands and hid his face in them, just needing something to ground him, but his knee was still violently shaking.
“We really need to pull over!” Shouted (Y/n), whispering ‘it’s okay’s and softly brushing her thumbs over his cheeks.
Richard still refused, even Sheryl was practically begging him to stop.
“Just pull over!” Bursted Frank, now fully yelling at Richard.
“Okay! Okay! Alright!”
Dwayne had now let go, everything was too much and he couldn’t handle it. He began to paw at the roof, he wanted nothing more than to get out.
“Richard, pull over!”
“Stop driving!”
“Fucking pull over!”
“I’m pulling over!”
“It’s alright, Dwayne, we’re pulling over.” (Y/n) tried to comfort him but he reached over her and tried to open the door. Both (Y/n) and Frank reached out to stop him.
“Wait, wait, stop!”
“Dwayne, just wait two seconds!”
Richard near-growled from the driver’s seat, “This better be good!”
Slowly but surely, the van came to a stop and the door was immediately slid open. Dwayne ran out as soon as he could and made his way down the hill. (Y/n) followed immediately after to stand by the side of the road, as did the others.
“Fuck!”
She felt her heart ache at his voice. She’d never heard it before, and this was not how she’d imagined she would. He fell to his knees and continued to cry out.
“What happened?” Asked Sheryl.
“He’s colourblind, he can’t fly.”
“Oh, Jesus. Oh no.”
(Y/n) felt Olive wrap her arms around her middle and she cradled her head, stroking her hair.
“Is Dwayne okay?” She asked, clearly scared for her brother.
“No.” Replied (Y/n), honestly, “But he will be, he just needs some time.”
Sheryl made her way down to him and they spoke for a moment. (Y/n) watched with Olive still tucked into her side, glasses pushed up slightly as she did so. Suddenly, he stood up.
“No! You’re not my family! I don’t wanna be your family, I hate you fucking people, I hate you! Divorce, bankruptcy, suicide! You’re fucking losers!”
His mother reached out to him but he stepped away, “No. Please just leave me here, Mom. Okay? Please, please, please...”
Now feeling helpless, she returned to the others. They began to discuss how little time they had and what to do about Dwayne. (Y/n) drowned them out and gently removed Olive’s hands from around her waist. Carefully, she began to make her way down the hill.
“(Y/n)-”
“No.” Interrupted Frank, “Let her go, Sheryl.”
She made her way to the bottom, only a few steps behind him. There was a high chance he’d just tell her to go away, but she tried anyway.
“Dwayne?”
He turned around slowly, his previous anger had washed away at the sight of her and was instead replaced with unwavering sadness. She watched the tears begin to well up in his eyes and immediately sat beside him. Dwayne latched onto her and buried his head in her neck.
“It’s okay, you’re gonna be okay.” She whispered, playing with his hair and rocking them slowly.
Although they’d both realised the way they felt the previous night in the hotel, this felt different. It felt deeper. Maybe it was more than a crush. Dwayne had never felt this way about anyone, not even his family, he felt so unbelievably safe with her and wanted nothing more than to keep her hands in his hair and to be able to feel the warmth of her body enveloping his. If he could listen to her whisper to him all day everyday, he would. If he could drown in the scent of her sickly vanilla perfume, he’d die a happy man.
To his dislike, she pulled away and once again held his face in her hands. Dwayne had never been one for eye contact, but in this moment, he couldn’t get enough. It was the only thing keeping him sane.
“We’ll find a way.” She said assertively, “You will fly.”
The words left Dwayne’s mouth before he could think, “I love you.”
Hearing his voice, hearing those words, made her melt into a puddle and she broke into a smile, “I love you too, Dwayne Hoover.”
Tentatively, he leant forwards and quickly place a chaste kiss to her lips. He was clearly nervous and it made her giddy. She kissed him back before giggling and pulling away.
“And you know who else loves you?” She asked and pointed to Olive, “That little girl.”
He thought to himself for a moment. He knew what he had to do. Dwayne stood up and dusted himself off and offered (Y/n) a hand. She took it and followed his lead, smiling at him both proudly and sympathetically. As they began to walk back up the hill, he didn’t let go of her hand, she was an anchor that was stopping him from lashing out and crying himself to exhaustion. She reminded him that the world wasn’t full of just disappointment; it was beautiful.
As they reached the top, he held a hand behind her to make sure she didn’t fall. Sheryl looked at (Y/n) as if she were a saviour sent by God, thanking her with a smile. The young girl sent one back and looked at Dwayne expectantly. He sighed and offered his family an apology. Though it wasn’t much, it was clear he meant it. Maybe not for Richard.
They got back into the van and carried on their journey. Dwayne was still devastated- his dream had been crushed and he now had to suffer in the confines of the van once again. But whenever he felt overwhelmed from then on, all he had to do was look to the girl by his side- head on his shoulder and peaceful look on her face as she soundly slept. At one point, her head had made its way onto his lap and her arms wrapped around his middle. Dwayne ran his fingers through her hair and smiled at her fondly as she slept. Maybe his future might not involve flying, but one thing he knew was that he wanted her in it. His dream girl.
Ooo what about this concept: Eddie Nashton x reader where Ed uses the Riddler to scare her into his arms? Reader being super naive and Eddie being like “I’ll save you, sweetheart☺️”
eddie lives next to you and you've been friendly for a while but never close enough for you to really think of him when problems arise, but this problem has eddie written all over it
you're chewing your thumbnail as you wait for him to open his apartment door, and his downy hair is all messed up when he does "you're good with computers, right?" you ask and eddie blinks a few times
"yeah" you can tell he was asleep but you're shaking, you're so terrified, you didn't think that he might have been sleeping
"i-it sounds stupid but i think someone's hacked into my webcam or something" you tell him, and eddie furrows his eyebrows and scratches his forehead
"i mean" he starts "it's possible. happens a lot, especially with olde computers. can i see it"
you lead him into your apartment and show him the offending laptop, the green 'camera on' light blinking, and eddie sighs "the camera may just be broken" he mumbles "but i can try a few things"
you pace around your apartment as you let your neighbor work out your computer, and you offer him water or something to eat, and eddie says "you're a very nervous person"
"i-i'm just scared" you say "i mean, what if someone has gotten into my computer? they could like sell whatever shit they see, right?"
"there is a market for that" eddie shrugs. he taps around on your computer for a few seconds more as you feel yourself get sick, and he says "hey, umm... i hate to tell you, but someone's definitely gotten access to your computer" he leans back in his chair and gestures to the screen, and you look over his shoulder to see a black screen with a blinking green line, and you jump in shock and fear when the computer begins to display words. eddie's not typing, and you instinctually grab his hand as you read the message
TELL ME GORGEOUS. WHATS BEAUTIFUL AND STUPID AND PATHETIC ALL OVER?_
before you know it, you've fallen into eddie's arms, and he pushes your head into his chest as you sob. you try to turn to look at your computer again, but eddie grabs you and turns you away "don't look at that" he whispers "we'll get rid of this computer and get you a new one, alright? and i'll watch your place when you're gone, make sure nobody comes in or some shit, alright?"
Hi :) could you do ruby sparks x reader, maybe she has a fight with calvin and goes to her friend about it (reader), and they realise they’re totally in love with each other instead? Just super fluffy and maybe there’s a little bit of spice too ;)
OFC ANON! this is such a lovely request, i hope i did it justice ^^
(was unsure of what gender the reader should be, so i made the reader gender neutral- lmk if you want a redo of a specific gender :D)
TWS: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF!!!
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RUBY SPARKS X READER
Ruby was pissed. It was clear as day by the look on her face when she arrived at your doorstep- the usual spark in her eyes was long gone, her coat completely drenched, alongside her hair and pretty much everything else. The loud clatter of the rain outside only made everything worse. You didn’t complain one bit about the carpet getting damp, however. The only thing you cared about was Ruby.
She looked at you hesitantly, clearly trying to avoid eye contact, before breaking into tears. Without thinking too much about it, you wrapped her in a comforting embrace, not caring about your clothes getting wet. After a while of standing like that, her sobs turned into quiet sniffles, which seemed like a sign of improvement.
“Do you wanna talk about what happened? I’m here for you.” You managed to choke out, not wanting to say too much but still not wanting to say too little, you wanted her to know it was okay to come to you if she ever had a problem, but you didn’t want to force her or make her feel like she was obligated to tell you what was going on. You had a slight idea, but you didn’t want to make any assumptions. You cared about her, and you cared about how things like that made her feel.
“It’s just- fucking Calvin- he’s just being an asshole again, treating me like I’m his child. I just want him to treat me like a real person.” Her tone grew angrier- not at you, just thinking about him and the way he was acting seemed to rile her up again. To this, you simply nodded. You always had a bad feeling about Calvin, you and Ruby were practically best friends and you always disliked her boyfriends because they were always bad for her- either too old, alcoholics, ect. You just wish she’d see herself how you saw her, and realise that she truly did deserve better.
You realised that you probably should say something, leaving her in thought was definitely not a good idea right now. “I’m sorry he’s treating you like that, you deserve better than him.” She seemed like she was going to say something again- opening her mouth slightly, but before she could you spoke once more. “I know you can take care of yourself, but I really do care about you. Do you wanna stay at mine for the night? We can watch movies on my couch, or whatever you want to do.”
She smiled at that- the first time she smiled since arriving at your house, and nodded. You quickly swooped her up jokingly before running to the couch, both of you laughing. Not long after, you decided on a few lighthearted movies to binge watch back to back- you didn’t want to watch anything majorly depressing or sad, she just started to seem a little happier and you didn’t want to ruin it by making her think of bad things, bad things like Calvin.
About half an hour had passed before you noticed that she was no longer looking at the movie, instead directly at you. You couldn’t see her expression clearly- only seeing her from the corner of your vision, but eventually you looked over to her which ended up in catching eye contact for a few seconds. Her expression seemed curious, a little confused, yet sad in a way.
“You’re such a great friend, you treat me so much better than Calvin does and we’re not even dating.” She blurted out, which took you by surprise- you knew, well assumed, that she didn’t mean it in a different way, it was just simple appreciation.
“I think everyone treats you better then Calvin does” You responded wittily, to which she rolled her eyes playfully and shoved your arm a little.
“No, I’m serious. I mean, you genuinely care about me and you never treat me like I’m just some child, and that I can’t do certain things yknow?”
She wasn’t lying, you really did care about her. You always assumed it was just platonic, friends care about friends right? But the way she was so close to you, looking directly at you, saying these things about how different you are to Calvin, it made you feel strange- like you had butterflies in your stomach that wouldn’t go away. It made you feel a little uneasy and sick, but in a weirdly nice way.
“Yeah… it’s cause you mean a lot to me.”
“Sometimes I wish we were dating instead of me and Calvin”
This caught you by utter surprise, choking on the spit that was caught in the back of your throat, eyes a little widened- you were waiting for the punchline, for her to start laughing about how she ‘totally got you’ and how funny your reaction was, but there was nothing. Just complete and utter silence. This wouldn’t have affected you so much if you didn’t feel the same way deep inside, you were only just now realising it. A part of you wished you realised it sooner, because at least then it wouldn’t be so painfully awkward, at least then you’d know what to say in a situation like this.
You nodded quickly, mumbling a quiet “Me too” unsure of what else to say, afraid of wording something wrong and making things worse. She smiled at this, moving her hand to rest on your chin. You looked at her wide eyed, before she leaned in gently to kiss you ever so softly. It wasn’t a long, drawn out kiss- it could be compared to a peck, but it made your heart race. Who knew that something you didn’t even know your heart desired until right this second would be something you had no idea how you ever lived without?
After you both pulled away, she kept the close proximity. You both stayed there for a while, looking into each other’s eyes. You both felt like you were on cloud nine, before she reached in for another kiss- this one a little longer than the first, still just as soft and gentle. After a while of silence and small glances, she moved so she was slightly laying on top of you, entwining your arms.
“I’m gonna break up with Calvin.” She muttered softly against your chest, to which you nodded the best you could in your position even though she couldn’t really see you. “And then we can be together, for real.” You blushed a little at that- the thought of being with her, dating her, it made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
