jollyr4ancher

[jollyr4ancher]

I just love Little miss sunshine so i felt the need to write a little about Dwayne🤓

Third person Pov // M4F

Dwayne is completely and utterly in love with his best friend.

Dwayne Hoover didn't speak. It wasn't that he couldn't, it was that he wouldn't. A vow of silence. solemn and deliberate, rooted in ambition and control. Becoming a test pilot required discipline, and silence was his. A personal rebellion from the teen.

But she never tried to fix him.

She was just patient, constant, a quiet presence beside him through the static of family chaos and teenage isolation. They spent countless afternoons in his room, legs crossed on the floor, him scribbling in his journal while she doodled in the margins of her books. Sometimes, she'd hum quietly, sometimes she'd read aloud, her voice soft, casting gentle shadows across the silence, but most of the times she spoke enough words to fill the quietness between the two of them.

Dwayne never told her how much she meant to him. He couldn't. Not just because of the vow, but because it felt too big. Like the words would break something fragile and sacred between them. So he let his affection bleed into little things, sharing his music, underlining his favourite quotes before showing them to her, offering her the last piece of gum without ceremony.

He left on that road trip with his family for his little sister. She had hugged him tightly before he climbed into the van, whispering "Come back in one piece, alright?" He nodded, letting her arms linger around him longer than they should have because the mere thought of being away from her was enough to make him sick to his stomach.

Then everything changed.

When Dwayne came back, he wasn't quite the same. His vow had broken, shattered, really, against the reality of his colourblindness and a dream that dissolved like a paper boat in the rain. His silence had turned to shouts that day in the desert. And then to tears. Raw, unfiltered grief and frustration.

He hadn't seen her yet. Not since he got home. But she showed up that weekend, like she always did, letting herself in through the back door like nothing had changed.

He was sitting on the back steps, arms folded over his knees, eyes flicking up to meet hers. He looked defeated. Tired. His light shirt clung to him in the heat, and his journal lay untouched beside him.

"Hey," she said gently.

"Hey," he replied. His voice was rough from disuse and emotion. But it was a voice now.

She blinked, startled, and then slowly sat down beside him. "You.. you just spoke to me."

He shrugged. "Guess i did.."

A small smile tugged at her lips. "It's weird. I kinda miss the silence, i don't really remember the sound of your voice being so clear" and he huffed a laugh, surprising even himself.

Then silence settled between them again, but this time, it wasn't because it had to, it was because it felt okay. He stared at the horizon, but she sat beside him as she watched him instead.

"I'm sorry," he said suddenly, the words unfamiliar on his tongue. "For not... saying much before, there were a million things I should've said."

She tilted her head, waiting. He had come back with opened eyes, a sense of determination he had acquired after his talk with his uncle that day.

"I liked you... i was in love with you" he confessed. "Maybe I still am. I just didn't know how to deal with it without ruining everything."

Her heart pounded in her chest, but she stayed steady, her best friend was laying his heart bare for her, something she thought would never happen.

"You didn't ruin anything, Dwayne."

He turned to face her, and for the first time, he let her see everything, all the cracks, all the vulnerability he'd buried beneath silence, poker face and black hair dye

"I will find a way to fly, fuck everything and everyone.." he said. "i'm changed.. but.. I'm still me and I still want...you."

It wasn't poetic. It wasn't polished. But it was real.

She leaned her head on his shoulder, her arm brushing lightly against his.

"You've always had me," she whispered ever so gently.

Dwayne simply closed his eyes, exhaling like he'd been holding his breath for years. And for the first time, words didn't feel so useless after all.

[jollyr4ancher]

This is just a small episode, nothing big.

I wanted to start with Troy cuz im re watching FTWD, and I had completely forgotten how attractive that man is😛

Third person Pov

She had come back from a hunt and was slightly taken aback by the unknown man in her kitchen.

There was a small cough, a fake one just to attrack the attention of the guy with his back turned to her. It seemed that it went completely over his head, so the girl spoke.

"Don't you feel like an intruder?" Her tone was curious, clearly being sarcastic as she looked over at the taller man who seemed to be rummaging through her pantry, he completely ignored her until the soft click of her gun made him turn around to glance over at her.

"May I at least know your name before you rob me?"

She tried speaking to the quiet man but once again, he didn't answer, not until she shot the wall near his head, he cringed slightly at the loud sound and the small noice of some pebbles from the stone wall hitting her counter top, but he quickly composed himself, rasing his hands in surrender, a mocking grin on his face.

"I have better aim when i want to, I can promise you that... your name?"

"Troy.. my name is Troy" He finally answered one of her questions.

"Well, Troy.. you're in my house right now.."

"Someone in your house should be the last of your worries when there are walking corpses eating the living" He spoke once again, his hands falling to his sides as he chuckled.

"You don't have a weapon on you.. how have you managed to survive without one?.. since that's impossible, i'll just assume you lost yours, " She muttered as she looked him over, her gaze analysing, judging but not uncaring, never cold. She was still human after all. The girl moved towards him, careful, despite not seeing a weapon on him. Her lips were moving but Troy didn't listen to what she was saying, he could hear her, he was too busy staring at her, his blue eyes raking over her face, the shape of her eyes, the minuscule scar above her eyebrow, the way her nose scrunched up in annoyance and the scoff on her lips before he received a hard slap across the face, making his head turn and gain focus as quickly as he had lost it. He brought his hand up to touch the side of his face, his tired eyes widening slightly. It was like she had slapped the fatigue off him.

"I asked you a question, Troy.. do you have a camp?" She asked again, her gun still, her hand steady as she pressed the barrel against his stomach, her eyes locked into his, she didn't trust him, he looked dangerous even while unarmed, he was taller than her, stronger than her and probably faster too but she was armed, a bullet and he would drop, bending her finger was all it took for her to win their uncommenced fight.

"Not anymore.. I was forced to leave after an altercation.. they threw me out for defending myself, " He lied. Although she would never know, why would she need to know? Lying came naturally to him and unless she knew people in the ranch, which was highly improbable, because she seemed like the type of person to avoid any form of human life or interaction, she didn't have to know.

"If you're gonna stay, you'll have to pull your own weight.. it's just me and my dog, and I don't mind going back to being only us.." She warned him as she holstered her gun, staring up at him for a solide minute, her eyebrows furrowed slightly as she took a few steps back after she watched him nod his head.

"You can start by cleaning the kitchen.." She said quietly as she turned to leave the room.

"I never got your name." he stopped her, barely moving from where he was.

"I don't think it matters," she breathed out in an annoyed tone, rolling her eyes in mild irritation before turning to look back at him

"If I'm going to stay, I'd like to know how to address you.." They argued back and forth for a little while, his hand going up to caress the back of his neck, the shit eating grin on his lips never leaving.

She looked up at him, shifting her weight onto her other leg, her hand resting on her hip, over her gun. "...Y/n.."

"It's a.. pleasure.."

[jollyr4ancher]

Coco || Infp || wannabe writer || insufferable || 19

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+18 sometimes

English is not my first language!!

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Hyperfixations atm so I might write about that:

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Paul Dano Characters

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Jake Gyllenhaal(mostly Pilot Kelson)

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ The Beatles

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Emperor Caracalla

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Troy Otto

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