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What I write:
headcanons
one shots
multi-chapter fics
blurbs/drabbles
other short posts
I take requests for all headcanons, one-shots, and maybe even multi-chapter fics if I'm feeling particularly inspired. Don't hesitate to ask anything and I encourage feedback! I can't promise every single request will be answered but I will do my best.
Fandoms I will currently write for: (most, if not all characters in the listed series will be included)
Bridgerton
Stranger Things
The Hunger Games
Diary of a Wimpy Kid
Super Danganronpa 2
Attack on Titan
My Hero Academia
Jujutsu Kaisen
Haikyuu!
(Ik this list is random but we ball)
Things I WILL write:
fluff
angst
suggestive content
x-reader/reader insert
1st, 2nd, or 3rd person pov
oc reader insert
ships
anything else not listed assuming its not one of my three no's
Pairing: Rodrick Heffley x Original Female Character/Reader Insert
Rating: Teen & Up
Warnings: Cursing
Cross-posted on AO3
Summary:
Mia is entering her senior year of high school at Plainview high, and things are looking bright for her future. Three long years of hard work in the face of many different challenges have finally paid off, but there's still 7 months until graduation, leaving much room for romance, drama, and more. What will happen when the unexpected becomes reality and dares to disrupt her carefully orchestrated (yet boring and uninteresting) plan for senior year?
Chapter 5: Princess?
The sound of cutlery clinking and scraping against the tableware echoed throughout the painfully silent dining room. Mrs. Heffley is sat right between me and Rodrick, and I think this might just be the most awkward situation I've found myself in yet.
Minutes passed before anyone could gather the courage to speak until Mrs. Heffley finally broke the silence.
"So, Mia... are you also a senior at Plainview?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Mm, how convenient. Do you have any classes with Rodrick?"
"Uh, no I don't think so."
"Oh, what a shame. You seem like a smart girl, I was going to suggest you keep Rodrick in line during class so he actually makes it to graduation!"
Her tone sounded almost sarcastic as Rodrick whispered, "Mom!" to which she shot down with a glare.
"I'm just saying Rodrick, your English grade could use some work. Maybe if you had a friend to help you it would be a diff-"
"Oh Mia's GREAT at English!" Andy interrupted, to my horror.
After an attempt to shut him up by kicking him under the table, Susan's eyes perk up, and I know what's about to happen.
"Oh, well that's perfect! You could help Rodrick study his English homework since you guys live so close, um, assuming you'd be okay with that."
If I were being honest, in no universe would I be okay having to spend ANY time with Rodrick let alone multiple times a week, but with his own clueless mother staring me down expectantly after being so kind and inviting me into her home, I don't think I have the heart to say no.
"Well uh, I guess I could but-!"
"No way-"
Rodrick and I's voices tangle into a web of incoherent blabbering as Susan exclaims, "Wonderful!" and Rodrick's dad lets out a deep sigh, scraping his peas across his plate
Another wave of silence dawned over us before another voice spoke up in between bites of lasagna, this time coming from the other end of the table.
"So, uh.. Mia, are you planning on going to college?" mumbles Rodrick's dad.
"Yes, sir, I have a few options I'm applying to, just hoping I get some scholarships."
I tried my best to sound enthusiastic at the question even though I'm honestly not sure how possible college even is if I DON'T get scholarships. Despite the fact that I've meticulously planned my life down to the smallest detail ever since elementary school, life has it's own way of showing me what's really gonna happen, no matter how hard I try to fight back.
"Oh... nice! Rodrick you should think about applying too. There's a community college not far from here... or y'know. Apply anywhere, really. Maybe you could even get a... job... or something."
"Um, why would I do that if I'm just gonna make money once Loded Diper gets big?" Rodrick lets out with a cocky scoff.
"Well, it never hurts to have a backup plan Rodrick." The dad lets out with another exasperated sigh, visibly done with the conversation.
"What the hell is a Loded Diper?" Inquires Andy.
I once more tried to kick him under the table to hint at him to fix his language in front of our hosts, but he of course didn't get the hint as soon as Rodrick opened his mouth.
"Loded Diper's the name of my band. Cool, right!" He said snarkily, dragging out his words.
Although he was anything but cool.
"Oh sick, do you play like an instrument or something?" Andy asked.
"Well he's in a band Andy, I would hope he could play something!" I said, stating the obvious.
Rodrick put on his classic grin as he continued, "Yep!" carrying an extra pop on the end, making direct eye contact with me.
"I'm our band's drummer and frontman, the chick's totally dig it!"
"Chick's don't dig anything about you, Rodrick" The younger brother, Greg, mumbled.
"What was that? Speak up, I couldn't hear you!"
Tensions started rising and it looked like the two boys were about to jump across the table to pounce on one another, but before anything could escalate, Susan spoke up.
"Boys! What did we just talk about?"
"Whatever" Rodrick said in defeat.
As everyone finished up their dinner and I continued pushing around my peas across my plate, (I was too embarrassed to admit that I actually can't stand peas when Mrs. Heffley offered me a generous serving) I stood up to escape this nightmare as fast as possible.
"Thank you for the meal, Mrs. Heffley, do you need any help cleaning up?" I asked
"Oh, no don't worry about it, thank you, though! Actually, you guys should probably head home, it's getting dark out and I don't want you guys catching the rain tonight."
Saying a prayer in my head to thank God that someone suggested leaving before I did, I hear the rain start to patter against the glass of the front door. Great.
As I turn to gather Andy and Rowley, Susan perks her head from where she was standing at the sink once more.
"Oh, you know what? How about I just get Rodrick to drive you guys home!"
If the first thing that didn't come to my mind was "abso-fucking-lutely not", maybe I would've actually given her a valid response before Andy could butt in and ruin everything.
"Oh, cool! I'll get to see Rodrick's van!"
"What? Oh, no that's not necessary, I promise! A little rain won't hurt anybody, we only live down the street, we can walk!"
"Mia are you insane, its literally pouring outside?" Said Andy as the rain grew inevitably heavier.
"No, I insist, it's dangerous to be walking outside in this weather! Rodrick will be fine."
It looks like I have no way of escaping this one. Why does nothing ever go according to plan?
"Rodrick can you bring Mia and the boys home?" Susan shouts into the dining room, where Rodrick and his brother sat arguing about the earlier interaction.
"Wha- Do I have to?" he whined pathetically
"Yes, Rodrick, the weather is awful and I'm not letting her walk the kids alone, now go!"
"Fine." He relents with a sigh.
Rodrick grabs the keys to his van as he dramatically tells us all to climb in as if this is his worst day on Earth.
"Okay hurry and buckle up 'cause I'm not going slow."
Trying to avoid conversation, I get into the passenger side of Rodrick's van while Andy and Rowley pile together in the back with a look of terror on Rowley's face letting me know this isn't his first time and probably won't be a good experience for any of us. The van peels out of the driveway and Rowley and Andy immediately fly to the back wall with strangled grunts and giggles.
"Rodrick we're in a neighborhood could you not go 40 miles an hour?
"Oh I'm sorry princess, I didn't realize you were the one driving here?" He said sarcastically.
I roll my eyes at his comment and try not to let him get under my skin, because I know that's exactly what he wants.
"I'm just saying, you're bringing us two blocks away and there's kids in the back flying around. But do what you want, I guess."
"You don't have to be so uptight all the time, I passed my drivers test to get my license didn't I?"
Biting back my tongue before I can say, "I have no idea how" I decide to say "whatever" instead, in hopes that this conversation will be over.
"And don't worry about coming to my house to 'tutor' me in English by the way. My grades are fine, my moms just overdramatic." He switched topics, using air quotes around the word "tutor".
I try to reply using my most genuine and unbothered tone, "No offense, Rodrick, but your mom doesn't seem like the type to let something go once it's brought up. Besides, how am I supposed to say no to her? And it's not like there's anything wrong with struggling in school, plenty of people-"
Before I can finish my sentence, he cuts me off. I guess that's what I get for trying to actually make him feel better.
"I am not struggling, I'm just a little bad at spelling and the teacher is stupid!"
"Okay..." I say, clearly aware of how he's lying through his teeth but trying to save him at least some of his dignity (if he has any).
He makes a harsh turn to the right as we all grip the door handles tensely, until Andy asks just about the dumbest question I've ever heard in my life.
"Rodrick, do you have a girlfriend?"
"Wha-? Uh, I- I mean"
He's stuttering through his words like a toddler, and I notice a faint blush creeping up on the tips of his cheeks. There's no way in hell any girl with even an ounce of common sense would date a guy like Rodrick. I mean he may be handsome or whatever, but he has the impulse control of a 10 year-old and intelligence of a squirrel.
"Andy, mind your business."
"I was just asking!"
"I don't care, stop asking people personal questions!"
Trying to keep my brother in line felt like a full-time job sometimes.
Rodrick finally pulls into the Jefferson's driveway, and the boys clamber out the back of the van.
"See you around."
"Yea" I respond, looking back before I close the passenger side door and start walking to my house. The van peels out of the driveway with a "skrrt" sound dragging behind, and Rodrick's finally gone.
Opening the front door to our house, me and Andy are greeted by our mom laying down on the sofa.
"Who drove y'all home in that beat-up van?"
"Rodrick" I answer with a long sigh.
"Who's Rodrick?" She asked
"Um, a friend of the neighbor's. We know him from school."
"Oh, okay."
I made a straight path to my room, hoping my mom was too tired to care that some rando brought us home and harass me with questions. And, thankfully, she was. As I close my door and lean against the hard, cool wood, I can't help but replay the entire car ride in my head. Did he have to call me "princess"? It might've sounded different coming from someone else, but out of his mouth everything just sounds condescending. And I'm now realizing he never actually answered Andy's question. I honestly can't help but wonder, DOES he have a girlfriend?
A/N: Me and my homegirl decided to rank the aot men based off who we think would be the best eaters  đ let us know who you think was more accurate. (These are just our personal opinions lol, all jokes!) Girls will be in pt. 2! xxx
Warnings: Mdni,suggestive content,sexual themes, kind of a crack fic, all characters are post S4 timeskip.
Mine:
1.) Jean
Eats it like a man starved, reads feminist literature, and asks for tips. 10/10 no notes.
2.) Armin
Gets pussydrunk 100%. Wouldn't be great at first but once he got it, he GOT it. Probably cums in his pants.
3.) Reiner
I don't particularly like him but he would get down bad icl. Really desperate and whiny
4.) Baby Boo (Bertholdt)
Not terrible but not mind-blowing. Probably gets emotional/nervous
5.) Connie
Mid... He can't take shit seriously and would probably crack too many jokes but ig he wouldn't be awful.
6.) Levi
I love him but I do not think eating is his specialty. He would be too focused on efficiency and lacks the enthusiasm required for such a skill.
7.) Eren
Ok don't kill me IM SORRY but immediately no. Eren would probably bite ur clit in too much of a damn rush cause he don't know how to chill out. Just doing the absolute most for no reason.
Hers:
1.) Levi
Out of all the boys??? He knows how to eat it correctly. Next!
2.) Jean
He knows what the ladies want, what can I say!
3.) Armin
Knows how to navigate and praises HARD
4.) Baby Boo
Kinda... but he's a vanilla ass bitch
5.) Reiner
Couldn't find the clit if it slapped him in the face
6.) Connie
I fear you'd have to fake an orgasm with him. Sorry!
7.) Eren
He wouldn't know shit about pussy but he would surely let u bounce on Eren Jr...
Here's a few random Tsukki headcanons I thought of while procrastinating on updating my fics đŚ
This one is basically canon but he's a huge nerd. And not just academically, he's a nerd through and through. He has COPIOUS amounts of knowledge on the most random things and is probably a beast at trivia. I think a lot of his knowledge stems from his childhood; I could see him becoming easily hyperfixated on things/eager to learn literally everything he can about something until moving on to his next fixation, and all of that knowledge just carried into adulthood with him. (Ex: Probably can name almost every dinosaur & the different types of species they are even though it hasn't been a particular interest of his in years.)
Listens to R&B religiously. Tsukishima would never be caught dead without his headphones in public cause he hates talking to strangers, so he would probably have a very developed taste in music. I could see him listening to grunge, rock, hip-hop, rap and j-pop, but I think his favorite guilty pleasure would be R&B because none of his friends would ever guess it as his first choice. He's also the type to listen to the freakiest shit dead-faced while studying and literally nobody would ever know, but it surprisingly helps him focus. (might be a Chris brown d-rider ngl)
Acts cocky, but has no idea what to do when it comes to romantic relationships. I don't think he has much experience with girls, so even though he puts on a tough exterior in front of his teammates and friends, the second he finds a girl he actually cares for, it's game over. He would try so hard to be nonchalant and fail every time cause he has no clue what he's doing and is secretly scared to mess up. His sarcasm and attitude wouldn't go anywhere, but he would definitely open up and act softer once he warms up to her. Would probably also try to hide her from his teammates for as long as possible to avoid the teasing and everyone being nosy, though he'd eventually fail.
Is HORRIBLE at cooking... like actually ass. He will somehow burn toast every time no matter what setting his toaster is on. He's not a big foodie and has a fickle appetite so he honestly just doesn't see a need for him to learn how to cook properly, but his family probably nags him about him. He just assumes he'll be able to get by on struggle meals and other people's cooking for the rest of his life.
ŕťęą User, who has been Casper's crush for the longest time... ever. You were in his first period class, and you always caught his eye with your pretty outfits, standing out like the pink sheep of the school's campusâ never a hair out of place, smile and bubbly personality contagious. He'd never admit it out loud, but he had a sketchbook filled with his doodles of you, spontaneously made while you plagued his mind during boring moments in class. You were like his muse, the perfect eye candy that made his miserable school days more tolerable.
ŕťęą User, who was a huge scaredy-cat. Since becoming close with Casper, he's basically become your personal bodyguard and comfort plush to hug when you were startled or uncomfortable. Though you were unsettled by the place and quite out of your element, you helped Casper watch over his grandfather's shop, the Occult Barn anyway. Casper was never the most courageous person, nor was he too fond of the place either, it was unbelievably eerie to be inside, but when he was there with you... He was determined to be more brave. A small sound echoes from somewhere in the shop, making you flinch and cling to him? He'd force himself to go check it out, even despite his nerves, shaky, clammy palms, and his enjoyment being so close to you. "S-See? It was nothing, Y/N. Nothing to be scared of," Casper would stutter after investigating, immediately calming your nerves. It was all worth it in the end in exchange for your grateful hug and sweet words of praise.
ŕťęą User, who was very sensitive, along with Casper, who was patient with you. The whole zemon situation was overwhelming, but he made the effort to comfort you every now and then, knowing you were the most emotional one in the group. While on the run from a group of zemons, your beloved lipgloss slipped out of your pocket, and you've been gloomy the rest of the day. While everyone else in your group complained about how dramatic you were, Casper, ever the caring friend (with a small crush on you), rested an arm over your shoulders in an attempt at comforting along with an awkward pat. "Sorry about your lipgloss... Um, maybe we can stop by a store later when everything's calmed down? Is that okay?"
ŕťęą User, who had Casper wrapped around your pretty little finger. Ever since the zemon outbreak, you two have been getting closer than he thought was even possible, so of course, he was pretty pathetic and absolutely head over heels. He always made sure you were protected and cared for, had anything you needed, kept you company. You weren't too good at fighting, having no experience with weapons or combat before the apocalypse, so Casper usually stepped in to fight for you. After a rather exhausting hour fending off a group of stubborn zemons, Casper was out of breath, holding a bloody shovel, brunet hair flying in all directions, just disheveled, while you still looked perfectâ like a real life doll. It was thanks to his protection, so you didn't let that go by unnoticed. You went over, kissed his cheek, and went on with your night. Meanwhile, that small gesture meant the world for Casper, who practically melted on the spot. He refused to wipe his cheek clean for a few long hours since your lipgloss imprint was there, a memorabilia of the sweet moment.
Pairing: Rodrick Heffley x Original Female Character/Reader Insert
Rating: Teen & Up
Warnings: Cursing
Cross-posted on AO3
Summary:
Mia is entering her senior year of high school at Plainview high, and things are looking bright for her future. Three long years of hard work in the face of many different challenges have finally paid off, but there's still 7 months until graduation, leaving much room for romance, drama, and more. What will happen when the unexpected becomes reality and dares to disrupt her carefully orchestrated (yet boring and uninteresting) plan for senior year?
Chapter 4: Luck
Like I said, I severely underestimated how horrible a Monday could be, because now I find myself faced with what must be the prank of the century.
"Greg as in Greg Heffley? Are you serious? Absolutely not Andy, I'm not going within ten yards of that house. I'll probably end up leaving with a lawsuit over one of my limbs being torn off or worse, God only knows the amount of things that can go wrong! Get someone else to bring you."
"Why not? That's such bull!" Spewed Andy from beside me.
"I said no and that's my final answer! Or do I need to remind you how I ended up with this bruised nose in the first place?"
Rowley chimed in with an uneasy voice, "I mean... she's not wrong. I wouldn't wanna see Rodrick either, after something like that."
"Oh, please. She's just saying that cause she probably has a crush on him and is too embarrassed to see him with her broken nose."
Crush... on Rodrick? Did he really just suggest that?!
"I do NOT have a crush on Rodrick Heffley and I'm disturbed you would even suggest such a thing! And my nose is NOT broken."
"Well... if you don't have a crush on him then there shouldn't be any problem with you walking us over. Or are you admitting I'm right?"
Damnit, he has me backed into a corner. The glint in his eye proves he knows what he's doing, and how much he knows I hate to lose. Do I really have any other choice? If it's between torture and admitting I have any sort of positive feeling in regards to Rodrick, I'm choosing the former.
"Fine, but don't expect me to stay and do you any more favors." I reluctantly answered.
"Awesome!" Andy let out with a laugh as he high-fived Rowley.
But this, this was anything but awesome. Turning back towards the window for the remainder of the ride, I catch a glimpse of Mrs. Jefferson's face in the passenger seat across from me. A slight smirk appeared on her lips as she gave a knowing look to Mr. Jefferson. Are they actually entertaining the idea of me and Rodrick? No, they couldn't possibly be. I mean, they can't stand him either! And for a good reason. As the van slowed across the pavement of the Jefferson's driveway, Andy excitedly hopped out the car, running to the front door with Rowley trailing behind him, mumbling something incoherent in his direction. I still don't understand how the two of them became friends, with them having such different personalities. If anything, I'm starting to believe maybe Andy is the weird one after all. I love him but my god, does he not know how to mind his business.
After going inside and spending nearly an hour and half at the kitchen counter attempting to finish the rest of my chemistry homework, albeit unsuccessfully, Andy walks in.
"It's almost five Mia, time to go!"
I let out a long sigh, anxiety building in my chest. "Coming."
The two boys cheerfully made their way out the door as I followed close behind them, taking slow, dragging steps along the sidewalk. Perhaps I thought walking as slow as possible would somehow delay the inevitable, but deep down I knew I was wrong. The slight afternoon breeze whips through the heat in my cheeks and I'm beginning to wish I brought a sweater. The closer we get to the Heffleys house, the louder my doubts get while bits and pieces of Andy and Rowleys conversation push their way through my clouded mind ahead of me.
"I wonder what Mrs. Heffley made for dinner tonight!", Says Rowley excitedly.
"I don't know, but I hope It's not that meatloaf she made last time." Andy blurted with a following "eugh"
"What about you, Mia?"
Rowley and Andy stopped in their tracks and turned their heads around, seemingly eager to hear what I had to say for once.
I reply with an obvious disinterest, "Hm? Oh, uh, I don't know but I'm sure whatever she made is fine."
"You wouldn't be saying that If you tasted that meatloaf last week!" Andy snickered.
"Okay well It's not like it matters 'cause I already told you I'm not staying."
A frustrated sigh left my lips as Andy continued with a knowing look on his face, "Whatever. We all know what you'd rather eat anyways..."
"Shut Up!"
The crimson heat returns to my cheeks once more as I quickly brush past my brother, watching Rowley's confused look off to the side. Would it kill him to not be so suggestive just once? Now feet ahead of them, I'm the first to approach the Heffley household as I brace myself to knock on the door and hope- no, PRAY that someone besides Rodrick answers. And to my surprise, for what seems to be the first time this week, I luck out. A bubbly woman with chestnut brown hair and a young toddler on her hip opens the door to greet us.
"Hi, good afternoon! I'm Susan, you are...?"
Feeling guilty for not calling ahead of time and letting them know I would be walking the boys over, I give a simple, yet polite introduction.
"Oh, I'm Mia, Andy's older sister! Sorry for not calling, I'm just walking the boys over!"
Rowley and Andy stand behind me firmly, looking the best-behaved I've ever seen them.
"Oh, wonderful! Would you like to join us? I made more than enough and-"
Before Mrs. Heffley could finish her offer, I cut in, "Oh, no don't worry about it I was just making sure they got here safely!"
"Okay, are you sure? Because it really would be no pr-" A nervous laughter escaped my lungs as she was suddenly interrupted.
"Mom, Greg just broke another one of my drumsticks!"
"Did not! It was Manny!"
The sound of boyish footsteps fumbling down stairs caught my eye as the two other Heffley brothers marched towards the door behind Susan.
"Oh, really? Cause it seems to me Manny is right here!"
"Okay, maybe I did. But I SWEAR it was an accident!"
"You being in my room wasn't an accident!"
The brothers continued arguing relentlessly until Susan stepped in with a harsh, "Boys!"
"Greg, apologize. And Rodrick, you have like 20 other drumsticks to play with so stop freaking out!"
"Yeah but it's just the principle-"
"Stop!"
The boys' heads hang low in defeat as Mrs. Heffley turns back to me and apologizes.
"I'm so sorry about that, what were you saying Mia?"
The mention of my name caught Rodricks eye as I'm assuming he didn't even bother to check who was at the door during all the arguing.
"Wait, Mia? When did-" he muttered. But before Rodrick could finish his stammering, Andy suddenly blurted out
"She was just saying she'll be happy to stay. Thank you, Mrs. Heffley!"
"What?! No I-"
"Ah, wonderful! Come here, I'll pull up a chair."
Mrs. Heffley guided me through the house with excitement, and before I could protest, a chair was pulled beneath me at her dining room table, across from none other than Rodrick himself. I could see the shit eating grin return to Andy's face and I silently curse myself for allowing him to trap me so easily. I should've known he wouldn't settle for anything less. Who knew my luck would run out so fast?
Songs I think the Bridgerton Characters would listen to- HCs
Anthony
Anthony seems like the type of guy to not have a very diverse music taste across genres, but have a lot of knowledge about the music he IS into. I think he would prefer listening to older classics rather than anything post-Y2K like a lot of classic rock and country. His favorite artists would be Led Zepplin, Pink Floyd, Billy Joel, and The Rolling Stones . I also think his guilty pleasure would be cheesy love songs and modern Anthony would learn how to play guitar!
Songs:
-I'm not In Love (10cc)
-Wish You Were Here (Pink Floyd)
-Heartbreaker (Led Zepplin)
-Never Too Much (Luther Vandross)
-Piano Man (Billy Joel)
-Have You Ever Seen the Rain (Creedence Clearwater Revival)
-Wild Horses (The Rolling Stones)
-She's Always a Woman (Billy Joel)
Benedict
I think Benedict would listen to a variety different genres of music like alternative, classical, rock, indie-pop, and maybe even a little R&B, but I don't really see him being into stuff like heavy metal or modern country. He has a very artsy nature and I like to think his music taste would match that. He would definitely like anything that sounds introspective and whimsical. Some of his favorite artists would include Fleetwood Mac, The 1975, Cigarettes after Sex, and The Beatles. I'm also headcanning (is that a word?) that this man loves Taylor Swift and Lana Del Rey. (Sue me)
Songs:
-About You (The 1975)
-Little Lies (Fleetwood Mac)
-Apocalypse (Cigarettes after Sex)
-Myth (Beach House)
-Don't Let Me Down (The Beatles)
-Enchanted (Taylor Swift)
-Radio (Lana Del Rey)
-Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want (The Smiths)
Colin
I feel like Colin's music taste would definitely reflect his easygoing and fun personality, so he would listen to a lot of pop, indie-pop, anything dance/edm, and some alt rock. I also think he would LOVE breakup anthems despite being happily married to Pen lol. Some of his favorite artists would be Coldplay, The Arctic Monkeys, and Oasis.
Songs:
-When I Was Your Man (Bruno Mars)
-Sexyback (Justin Timberlake) (Iykyk)
-Iris (The Goo Goo Dolls)
-Yellow (Coldplay)
-I Wanna Be Yours (Arctic Monkeys)
-Apologize (One Republic)
-Jealous (Nick Jonas)
-Wonderwall (Oasis)
Daphne
I think Daphne would be our #1 swiftie in the family. She would mostly stick to pop music but I could see her listening to a bit of R&B as well. Her music taste would likely expand after listening to songs suggested by Simon in their relationship, and I think she'd get him to reluctantly like some of her music as well. (Although he's too proud to admit it) Her favorite artists would probably be Taylor Swift, Sabrina Carpenter, Adele, and SZA.
Songs:
-Wildest Dreams (Taylor Swift)
-When We Were Young (Adele)
-Love Story (Taylor Swift)
-Falling (Harry Styles)
-Bed Chem (Sabrina Carpenter)
-So High School (Taylor Swift)
-BMF (SZA)
-Chasing Pavements (Adele)
Eloise
I could see Eloise listening to many genres of music, but I mostly think she would listen to different types of pop and rap. I think she shares some of Colin's music with dance-pop, but also has her own niche as well. I think her music would definitely carry the same confidence that she has in herself. Her favorite artists would be Chappel Roan, Rhianna, and Doja Cat.
Songs:
-Good Luck Babe! (Chappel Roan)
-Manchild (Sabrina Carpenter)
-Escapism (RAYE)
-Been Like This (Doja Cat)
-OKAY (JT)
-Breaking Dishes (Rhianna)
-No Diggity (Blackstreet, Dr. Dre)
-Love On The Brain (Rhianna)
Penelope
Our girl Penelope is a romantic at heart, so you know she's listening to anything romantic and whimsical. I imagine she listens to a lot of pop similar to Daphne, but also listens to some of the same artists as Collin like Coldplay. I think some of her favorite artists would be Taylor Swift, Hozier, and Clairo.
Songs:
-Delicate (Taylor Swift)
-Like Real People Do (Hozier)
-Kiss Me (Sixpence None the Richer)
-Dress (Taylor Swift)
-North (Clairo)
-Would That I (Hozier)
-I Thought I Saw Your Face Today (She&Him)
-Down Bad (Taylor Swift)
That's all! Let me know your thoughts and whose music taste is most similar to yours. Mine was definitely Benedict and Anthony. I had so much fun writing this :)
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Pairing: Rodrick Heffley x Original Female Character/Reader Insert
Rating: Teen & Up
Warnings: Cursing
Cross-posted on AO3
Summary:
Mia is entering her senior year of high school at Plainview high, and things are looking bright for her future. Three long years of hard work in the face of many different challenges have finally paid off, but there's still 7 months until graduation, leaving much room for romance, drama, and more. What will happen when the unexpected becomes reality and dares to disrupt her carefully orchestrated (yet boring and uninteresting) plan for senior year?
Chapter 3: An eye for an eye
"You should be good to go now, let me know if it starts bleeding again."
"Thank you."
The nurse opens the door to her office, allowing me to walk out and check the clock on the wall. "8:24". Great, I'm late to first period. Not that math was my favorite subject by any means, but that's precisely why I didn't need to miss the first half of class if I ever plan on actually graduating. Looking at my reflection in the glass of her office window, I could see the bruising on my nose peeking out beneath the bandage covering it. I'm not exactly thrilled to spend the rest of the day walking around looking like a zombie, but there's not really much I can do about it. I quickly round the corner of the front desk trying to avoid conversation as best as I can (because I really don't feel like explaining what just happened) when I suddenly feel myself crash into someone's chest.
"Woah, watch it freshie!"
Regaining my composure, I look up to see none other than THE Rodrick Heffley chuckling in my face like this is some kind of joke.
"Hey- You're the one who ran into ME!" I say with a wince as I clutch my face again, my nose quietly throbbing from the impact. Normally, I would try to sound less rude in a situation like this, but honestly I've had enough of this guys bullshit and... wait. Did this guy seriously just call me a freshman? If Rowley is right, that means I've been going to the same school as him for the past FOUR years and he doesn't even know me! Although... I guess I can't be one to judge too harshly, after all.
"Yeah sure, whatever. Just watch where you're going next time, nerd." He says with a twinge of sarcasm in his voice.
"For your information I'm not a freshman, but I'm sure that doesn't really matter since you get off on being a jerk to little kids."
"What the hell does THAT mean? I don't even know you!"
"Which is shocking considering you almost killed me twice in the span of two days!" I cut in, extending my arms and raising my tone.
Rodrick lets out a scoff while rolling his eyes, "Okay well you're making stuff up 'cause I have no fucking clue what you're talking about."
"Oh so you have NO memory of almost running me over this morning? And you just so conveniently forgot nearly taking me down with you when your brother punched you in the face for being an ass yesterday morning?"
"Run you over? What are you talking abou- ohhhhh hahaha YOU'RE the girl I had to swerve around this morning! That must be why your nose looks all jacked up right now." Rodrick finally said while hysterically laughing. Although, I'm failing to understand what's so damn funny about this conversation.
"Yeah thanks for that by the way. And just so you know your nose doesn't exactly look perfect right now either." You could still see the faint bruising around the bridge of his nose from where Greg landed his punch yesterday taking on a purple-ish hue.
"Well let's just call it even, then. An eye for an eye!"
An eye for an eye... is this guy serious?
"Even...? We are NOT even, this is totally different! You deserved that punch and all I did was try to walk across a parking lot. You know, if you're going to drive like a maniac in a school zone you seriously shouldn't even have a license." At this point I brushed past his shoulder and began walking away, uninterested in continuing any sort of interaction with him.
"Jeez, you need to relax. I'm just saying my dashingly good looks have already received enough punishment this week.... I'm sorry okay!" He shouted while motioning towards the smug look spread across his face.
With another scoff he walked away and I muttered under my breath, "Yeah, right." To tell the truth, I don't think that guy has ever felt sorry for anything a day in his life. If he did, he wouldn't have provoked his brother to the point of a fight in the middle of church of all places. And to make things worse, now I have a matching beaten nose with the guy I think just became my mortal enemy. How ironic.
As our steps grew further in distance I finally made it to class just in time for the bell to ring, signaling the end of first period. Grabbing my already-packed bag and ready to get the hell out of there, I feel a light tap on my shoulder.
"Mia where were you this morning? We had partner work and I got stuck with Jackson 'cause you totally bailed on me. And what the HELL happened to your nose?"
I turn around to see my best friend Gianna standing beside me, her face quickly changing from annoyed to concerned as she analyzes my injury.
"Don't worry about it, some asshole in the parking lot made me trip. That's all."
"Okay well you should seriously cover that thing up, it looks gnarly!"
"Thanks, G. I didn't think of that." I respond tiredly
"Sorry... I don't mean it like that. You still look stunning, as always!" She says apologetically
"It's fine, I know it isn't exactly pleasing to look at. I'm sure it'll heal in a few days anyway."
"Right..."
With that, the end of our short, yet somehow seemingly endless conversation draws to a close and we exit back into the hallway full of our classmates and strangers alike.
As the day goes on, it feels like each class gets continuously longer with reading, reading, more reading, writing, pop quizzes, and impossibly annoying teenage boys causing ruckus until its finally 3:00. The last bell of the day rings its chorus and as I walk across the parking lot (successfully, this time) I revel in knowing I am going to be reacquainted with my bed very soon. That is, until the Jefferson's greet me only to tell me that my mom is working a late shift, which means my brother and I have to eat dinner at theirs tonight. Perfect. I should probably just be thankful that they're even offering to feed me, but on a day like today I think I'd rather starve than have to explain to one more person how exactly my nose changed colors.
The car gently bounced along the grooves of the bumpy road while I sat alone with my thoughts, mindlessly staring out the window. For some reason I'm not sure of, I couldn't stop replaying the scene of events from this morning over and over again in my head until it practically consumed my entire being. Was it out of embarrassment? Shock? Anger? I couldn't place exactly what it is that I was feeling, but I found myself so consumed with my own thoughts that I didn't even notice Andy had been calling my name.
"Mia!"
"Huh?" I muttered, finally snapping out of my trance.
"Geez Mia, I've called your name like five times are you deaf?"
"I'm not in the mood right now Andy, what do you want."
"Well, I was TRYING to ask if you could walk us down the street to eat dinner at our friends house tonight like Mr. Jefferson was saying but I'm sure you didn't hear that either."
"You don't have to be such a smartass all the time, you do know that right? And what friend because I'm not about to drop you off on some strangers doorst-"
Before I could even finish my complaint, he and Rowley both interrupted at the same time.
Pairing: Rodrick Heffley x Original Female Character/Reader insert
Rating: Teen & Up
Warnings: Cursing
Cross-Posted on AO3
Summary:
Mia is entering her senior year of high school at Plainview high, and things are looking bright for her future. Three long years of hard work in the face of many different challenges have finally paid off, but there's still 7 months until graduation, leaving much room for romance, drama, and more. What will happen when the unexpected becomes reality and dares to disrupt her carefully orchestrated (yet boring and uninteresting) plan for senior year?
Chapter 2: The boy in the striped shirt
After making it through what I would like to call the wildest morning of my life, we piled into the backseat of the Jefferson's van and rode home in a certain type of silence that somehow felt unfamiliar to us. The drive to and from church is usually quiet, but today's air seemed to be filled with a sense of curiosity, second-hand embarrassment, and "what the hell was that". Mr. Jefferson let out a deep sigh as he pulled into our driveway and unlocked the doors.
"Thank you so much again Mr. Jefferson! I'm still waiting to hear back from the shop but I think our car should be fixed soon!"
My mom's hopeful tone is lacking in integrity, because not only has the shop called us back multiple times, but they've also said things are "taking longer than expected" or whatever that means. I'm thinking it will be another few weeks before we can definitely get our car back, which also means the Jeffersons are stuck with us for the time being, but I guess she doesn't want them to know that. With nothing but a slight nod and grunt, Mr. Jefferson backs out of our driveway and leaves. He seemed extra... off... today, more so than usual; I'm starting to realize he really doesn't like that Greg kid that Rowley's acquainted with (and understand why).
As the day drew its curtains closed, so did I. Lying in bed, I tried to settle my thoughts away from this morning's fiasco, but for some reason I found it impossible. That boy in the striped shirt kept lingering in my mind no matter how hard I tried to forget him. I couldn't stop thinking about the shit-eating grin he had on his face while causing what was probably the most embarrassing moment of his brother's life. I understand messing with your siblings from time to time, but in all honesty to go that far just sounds cruel to me. Almost as cruel as his messy haircut, which had his hair flowing in every which direction, or his piercing eyes and cocky smile. Now that I think about it, he almost favors a young Zac Efron.
Dammit why am I even thinking about that right now?! The real cruelty of this situation is him practically torturing a 12 year old for FUN. It honestly concerns me the length teenage boys will go to in the name of a "prank", and I sure as hell won't be caught with someone who's definition of fun is ignoring boundaries and being an asshole, but... was he? On the outside he may have looked like a typical immature teenage boy, but looks can be deceiving. Honestly though, I'd rather not be the one to test out that theory.
As soon as I closed my eyes it seemed like it was already time to open them back up as my alarm began blaring at 6:00 A.M. No Lionel Richie this morning at least, I thought. When I said Sunday mornings were anything but easy, I must have forgotten how astronomically worse MONDAY mornings could be, because trying to function on 5 hours of sleep and a cup of coffee was not going to cut it today.
Once again the morning ride with the Jeffersons' felt prolonged and awkward, except this time the only difference was the destination. Since Rowley and I go to the same school (although inhabit different buildings) they were kind enough to offer me rides there as well. Even though I was grateful for the extra help, it was still kind of embarrassing to be associated with some random old couple and their weird kid every morning. After a few minutes of daydreaming and worrying about the day's events, the car eventually came to a stop.
And if I thought for even a second that this week couldn't get any more unhinged, I was SEVERELY wrong, because as soon as I stepped foot on the broken parking lot concrete, I nearly got wiped out by some idiot's van.
"Crap!" I yelled before I could regain my composure.
Trying to quickly maneuver myself back before I could get run over by the beat up white minivan, my shoe caught the edge of the pavement, sending me tumbling straight to the ground face-first. Before I could even process what had happened, I looked up to see the van swerving around my body speeding down the road with the sound of Green Day trailing behind it. It wasn't long after that I noticed the blood dripping onto the ground, assuming it belonged to my nose.
"Oh my gosh Mia, are you okay?"
Rowley stood right beside me and helped me up, addressing my bleeding nose, but I assured him I was fine.
"I- I think I'm okay, it's not bleeding that much. I'll be fine!"
"Are you sure? You should at least go to the nurse, it looks pretty bad." His tone held genuine concern, which was nice for a change. Although his parents were absolute weirdos, he was starting to grow on me as a really sweet kid.
"I'm fine I promise, I'll go to the nurse okay? You should go to class before you're late." Despite my reassurances, he didn't seem too pleased with my response.
"I can't believe Rodrick's parents let him drive around like that. I'm surprised he hasn't killed anyone yet."
As my mind prepared for another response in an attempt to convince Rowley I was going to be just fine, I paused. Rodrick? Who the hell is Rodrick?
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
"You know, Rodrick? Rodrick Heffley? He's a senior here, I thought you would know him."
Rodrick... the name sounds familiar but I can't seem to put a name to the face.
"Well I don't think I know him and if I do I must not recognize who he is. But he's definitely not gonna be my friend after damn near killing me" Wiping the dripping blood from my nose, I notice Rowley's uneasy expression.
"Oh crap I'm sorry, I probably shouldn't curse in front of you!"
"Oh no don't worry about that. I hear plenty of bad words come out of Rodrick's mouth when I'm at his house so I'm kinda used to it."
Wait... isn't this kid 12? Why is he friends with some senior who shouldn't even be licensed to drive, let alone spending time at his HOUSE? None of this makes sense!
"Aren't you like...12? Why are you friends with a murderous teenager?!"
"Oh no! Rodrick is NOT my friend. He's just Greg's older brother. I think he hates me; he's always calling me weird names."
Rowley seemed to be In his own world at this point as he was skipping towards the front entrance of the school building. I could hear him going on about his friend and how his evil older brother chased him with a drumstick around his room, but I honestly wasn't paying much attention.
Greg... where have I heard that name before?
As I was trying to think of every possible explanation I could have about this kid while simultaneously trying to prevent my nose bleed from staining my shirt, it hit me like a ton of bricks.
"Holy shit..." I didn't even realize I had spoken aloud until Rowley stopped his tangent to question me.
"What?"
"Huh? Oh- uh... It's nothing, we're here so just go to class. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Oh, okay."
Rowley cheerfully walked through the glass doors of the school entrance and headed to his friends in the hallway, leaving me with my thoughts and a moment of silence.
I finally connected the dots. That guy that almost ran me over- or... Rodrick I should say, is Greg's older brother. The same Greg that's friends with Andy: AKA the same Greg that Rowley called out to in church yesterday. The guy in the striped shirt finally has a name, and he's not only a nuisance to his own family, but it's become apparent that he's going to become one for me as well.
Pairing: Rodrick Heffley x Original Female Character/Reader Insert
Rating: Teen & Up
Warnings: Cursing
Cross-posted on AO3
Summary:
Mia is entering her senior year of high school at Plainview high, and things are looking bright for her future. Three long years of hard work in the face of many different challenges have finally paid off, but there's still 7 months until graduation, leaving much room for romance, drama, and more. What will happen when the unexpected becomes reality and dares to disrupt her carefully orchestrated (yet boring and uninteresting) plan for senior year?
Chapter 1: Easy like a Sunday morning
Growing up with a mom who was born in the 70s meant living life a little differently than most my age. She was apprehensive of technology, strict on grades, and overly trusting at times, but despite her quirks, she was still my mom and I loved her for it. Although sometimes we tend to bicker over the stupid stuff in life, when it comes down to it, I know she loves me too. And I've got to say, for me being a 17 year old girl, her interests have rubbed off on me more than I'd like to admit. Over the years, shes taught me how to sew, bake, drive, and tons of other useless skills, but most of all, the thing I appreciate most about her is her love for music. I still remember the night drives on our way home from visiting my grandparents upstate like it was yesterday. The radio would be blasting bands like The Eagles and Commodores with her singing her heart out in the drivers seat (usually off-key) with the windows rolled down and summer breeze blowing through my hair. If I close my eyes I can almost picture the scene to a t. She always told me she loved the Commodores because their lyrics were "relatable" but sometimes I think she may have been misinterpreting them a bit. After all, second to my alarm clock, the last thing I want to hear ringing throughout the house at 7 A.M is Lionel Richie singing "I'm easy like a Sunday morning" because is really anything easy about an early Sunday morning?
Coming to my senses, I roll over and duck my head beneath my pillow as my alarm clock begins assaulting my ears with its presence.
How I wish Sunday mornings were easy.
Turning off my alarm in one swift motion, I glance at the frame which reads "7:00". If there's one thing I hated more than my stupid alarm clock, it was definitely getting out of bed. It's not that I hated going to church with my family or anything, in fact I actually enjoyed it, but does service really have to start at nine in the morning?!
I reluctantly roll out of bed and decide to get ready. After finishing my hair and makeup, I throw on a dusty blue sundress and head downstairs to see my mom standing beside the fridge humming the melody of Lionel Richie's sweet lyrics.
"Wow I didn't think she'd ever get up! Decided to grace us with your presence after all?"
Jokingly rolling my eyes to her sarcastic comment I replied, "Yeah well I suddenly remembered you guys can't live without me so I guess I had a change of heart."
"Aww how thoughtful." Her cheery tone lingered on my ears for a moment before she continued, "There's a piece of toast left on the counter if you want it, I had made some for Andy before he decided to rush over to the neighbors house for God knows whatever reason."
"Again?"
"Mmhmm"
My little brother Andy was always spending time over at our neighbors house cause he was friends with the kid who lives there. His name was Rowley, I think? I'm not entirely sure but whoever that kid is I feel sorry for him because his parents are totally weird. I mean I've been called sheltered before but this was a whole new level. He rides a pink glittery bike with tassels on the handles to SCHOOL for goodness sake. But Andy doesn't have many friends so as long as he has someone to keep him company my mouth stays shut.
After a quick bite of soggy toast I hear a beep coming from the driveway, assuming our ride is here. Usually, my mom would drive us but since our car broke down last week we've been catching rides with the weird neighbors until we can get it back, hopefully as soon as possible. The drive to church was long, stuffy, and awkward. I've never seen anybody drive in total complete silence until this Rowley kids' father. Sometimes I wonder if he's a psychopath or just socially awkward, but I'm leaning towards the latter.
An excruciatingly long 15 minutes later, we arrive at the chapel among the crowds of everyone in their Sunday best. Exiting the car, I look to my left to see a young couple and their newborn baby walking across the sidewalk. The baby's head was adorned with the most delicate purple flower headband and she had the brightest smile on her face. I didn't even notice that I too, was smiling, until I caught sight of the absolute mess happening in the distance, my face quickly turning sour.
Behind the laughing baby stood a family of five, seemingly normal until you look close enough to see what appears to be a dad spanking or rubbing his sons behind with some sort of cloth. All while the mom is shaking her head in disappointment and the youngest laughing at their torture.
"What the hell is going on over there?" I thought to myself. Before I could even gather enough sense to look away, a tall figure appeared from behind the crowds of moving people, catching my eye. He stood proud with a look of satisfaction on his face, dressed in a blue and white striped button up shirt, slacks, and a navy tie fastened loosely around his neck. Leaning against the family's white SUV, he turned his face away to hide his bubbling reaction, meeting my eyes. I feel my cheeks growing hot as I quickly turn around and start beelining for the door out of embarrassment.
Who could that be? I don't think I've seen him before in my entire life, yet he somehow looked familiar? Have they always gone to this church? Are they new? Does he go to my school?!
Before I could lose the rest of my sanity to my racing thoughts, I felt a hand on my shoulder leading me to the pew where we usually sit. Hopefully today's service would be enough to distract my mind from whatever I'm so worried about. I mean really, I couldn't even see his eye color from that distance, so there's no way he noticed me staring at him.
The typical morning worship music begins to play as I calm myself down and focus my thoughts. I'm not here for some lame guy! But regardless, as him and his family made their way down the aisle I found my eyes wandering with them. The middle boy was now wearing what I think was his mom's pink sweater wrapped around his waist and shuffling behind his father in a weird pattern. Everyone looked so stiff it was painful to watch, but I know I've had a bad Sunday morning or two, so I try to subvert my gaze until the boy trips and nearly falls right next to me. His face takes on an expression of shame as his mother ushers them to keep moving. It wasn't until he nearly trips and falls again that I notice it's by the doing of his older brother, the boy in the striped shirt. His foot sneakily catches the fabric of the pink sweater dragging across the floor until it comes completely undone and falls, leaving the boy exposed. In a matter of seconds the whole building goes into an uproar about the stain on the kids pants as he (unsuccessfully) attempts to defend himself.
"N-no it's not what you think, it's chocolate, see!"
"Ewws" and "Oohs" spew from the pews as the kid football tackles his brother and shoves him onto the ground to the left of my feet. His arm catches the fabric of my dress for a moment before my mom quickly pulls me back by my shoulders, watching the unruly scene unfold before our eyes.
"Guys enough! Enough!"
The poor mother tries to get their fighting under control but it's no use as the kid manages to land a punch right on the brothers nose, blood spewing from his nostrils until the dad breaks them apart and drags them out the door by their arms. As they reluctantly head out the door, I hear Rowley mutter from behind me.
"Greg?"
Greg? Is that the kids name? I think I've heard Andy mention that name before but how have I never noticed these people?
In an attempt to start service after that disrupting debacle, the pastor enters the stage and encourages everyone to settle down and at least attempt to have a normal Sunday sermon, but how could you after a sight like that? If I was ever so sure about one thing in life right now, it's that Sunday mornings are most certainly anything but "easy".
Pairing: Rodrick Heffley x Original Female Character/Reader insert
Rating: Teen & Up
Warnings: Cursing
Cross-posted on AO3
Summary:
Mia is entering her senior year of high school at Plainview high, and things are looking bright for her future. Three long years of hard work in the face of many different challenges have finally paid off, but there's still 7 months until graduation, leaving much room for romance, drama, and more. What will happen when the unexpected becomes reality and dares to disrupt her carefully orchestrated (yet boring and uninteresting) plan for senior year?
