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I hate you more! Part 5

Pairing: Rodrick Heffley x fem!reader

Word count: 1,281

Warnings: smut smut smut SMUT

Summary: A few days have passed since your little encounter with your ex at a college party with Rodrick gallanty saving you despite his less than graceful attempts at crafting a good comeback at your ex. You finally decided to visit him and one thing led to another, and now he's teaching you how to play drums at the Heffley basement.

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The morning after that incident, embarrassment hits you right in the face so you try your best to avoid him to the best of your ability. He knew you were avoiding him, it was obvious, what with you turning around every single time he sees you approaching from a distance. He just didn't quite understood why you were avoiding him. Rodrick also wondered if he had done something wrong that night. Maybe she got the ick from how he confronted her ex, he thought. As much as he wanted to hang out with you, he respected that you probably needed space after that night. He had cleared his weekend in case you wanted to hang out but after spending the entire day last Saturday holed up in your room, he decided to push through with his usual band practice on Sundays.

You woke up that Sunday to the sound of Loded Diper practicing in the Heffley residence's garage. You thought you were getting the classic case of deja vu. You smiled at the memory of getting pissed at them that one Sunday morning and marching to the Heffley residence, and the rest is history. You decided to have a slow morning that day and do a few chores around the house. Compared to last time when the noise of their band practicing bothered you at your wits ends, this time, you often would catch yourself smiling at the thought of Rodrick playing the drums. You've always wanted to learn the drums but your parents stuck you with the piano when you were a kid. You liked it but eventually stopped.

After a few hours, you noticed the music had stopped playing. You've mentally convince yourself that it would be better to just stay away from Rodrick at least for a couple more days so as to avoid yourself from further embarrassment but just like that one Sunday, you found yourself giving three firm knocks on the Heffley residence's front door. You waited a couple of minutes before you hear footsteps. You knew it was him. 

"Hey," you said shyly. 

"Heyy!" He exclaimed, surprised but relieved. "How are you? I haven't seen you all week since.." he began.

"Yeah yeah, sorry! I have been preoccupied."

"Do you want to come in?"

"Umm yes, thanks."

"Do you want something to drink? Orange juice? Water? Soda?"

"Soda would be nice. Is Loded Diper done with practice?"

"Oh were we being too loud again? I'm sorry but yeah, we're done!"

"No no, you weren't being too loud. I just noticed that.." you stopped midway and looked at him. He smiled back. It felt comforting that you just want to run to him and give in to his embrace but you mentally slapped yourself for thinking that.

"Y/N?" You zoned out for a second.

"I've always wanted to learn the drums," you're not sure why you blurted this out and you can tell that Rodrick was surprised himself with that statement but you see a flicker of glint in his eyes. "Oh? I can teach you,” he surveyed your expression before continuing, “if you want?”

And that’s how you found yourself in the basement with Rodrick setting up his drums for you for your very first lesson.

“So, what you do is hold the sticks like these,” you did exactly how he did it, “and struck this and this”, you followed his instructions, “and your foot should be here,” as he guided your legs to where it should be. His touch on your bare skin, as you were wearing shorts that time, sent tingles to your very core.

“Am I doing this right?” You asked him as you started softly hitting the drums. He laughed and explained you needed to hit it harder. He started pointing where you should hit as you noticed him getting closer and closer, you could almost feel his breath at the back of your neck. You momentarily closed your eyes trying to take in how he smelled and you could not help but lean back to be closer to him. Rodrick thought you were gonna fall off the chair so he held you firmly with both his hands on your shoulder.

“Y/N?” his voice was breathy. “You good?”

“Yes, sorry, I was…” you looked up at him and he was looking down on you. Both your lips and his are inches away from one another. You close your eyes and after a few seconds, you feel his soft lips on yours. It was a slow and sweet kiss at first before it turned sloppier and needier with him moaning in between the kisses.

“Rodrick, are your parents…”

“No, they’re not here,” he practically growled as he swiftly picked you up so your legs are wrapped around his hips, his hands grabbing your ass cheeks as he moved both of you to the couch. With you straddling him and his hands freely roaming and exploring your body, you took this time to start grinding on him. You feel him grow hard beneath you.

“Fuck, Y/N!”

“Hmmm, you’re being very needy,” you teased him as you lifted your shirt over your head and throwing them to the side. Rodrick admired your breasts and hummed as he nuzzled and rested his face in between. He took his time unclapsing your bra and you can tell he was nervous. You gave him a soft smile and he smiled back with that boyish look in his face that you realized you adored so much.

With one swift move, you removed his shirt and he took this time to take out his dick. You were surprised by how big he is and you moaned and kissed him in response. “Look who’s being needy now,” Rodrick smirked as he slowly placed himself at your entrance. You were indeed being needy, you just wanted him to be inside you that moment so you slowly lowered yourself on him and in a couple of seconds, you feel so full.

“You’re soaked,” Rodrick breathed. “Is this all for me?”

“Yes, it is,” you said as he responded with a smirked.

“Tell me what you want, Y/N,” he asked you as he started moving his hips to meet your movements.

“Please,” was all you could say.

“Please what?”

“Please make me cum,”

“What’s the magic word?”

“Rodrick!” you moaned in frustration.

“Actually, the magic word was “please” but I don’t mind hearing you moan my name like that everytime you come over,”

And with that, Rodrick dug his nails on your skin as he held you in place, his hands on your hips. You placed your hands on his chest for support as he started pounding you, his hips thrusting upwards meeting yours as you found yourself close to cumming. Rodrick was so big that it made you so full but with his sharp thrusts, you actually felt like you were losing your mind. All you could do was shout incoherent words and begging him to keep going. Rodrick moaned and growled your name as you feel him coming to a close as well.

“I’m cumming, Rodrick!”

“Fuck yes, baby!”

~

You ended up staying for dinner that night with the Heffleys and after which, Rodrick walked you home. Just before you turned to open the door to your house, Rodrick reached out to grab your hand and pulls you in for a sweet kiss on the lips.

“So, when should we schedule your next drum lessons?”

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Heyy just asking is there going to be a part 5 or 6 in rodrick 'ihate you more'??

I also i loves your writings and blogs!!

have a great week!

I really want to but I'm slowly running out of ideas hahah so here's a poll:

What happens in I hate you more pt. 5

Heather started liking Rodrick but Rodrick's starting to like Y/N

Another encounter with Y/N's ex

Drum lessons with Rodrick plus smut

Cute moments after the English test

Voting ended onJul 14, 2024

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Venting and ice cream

A/N: I just had a literal mental breakdown earlier and I recuperated by writing this. No mentions of Y/N. Just pure fluff! Enjoy xx

"Well, you look lovely today! Good morning," Rafe greeted you sarcastically as he opened the door for you.

You were not looking lovely. Your hair was a mess, you haven't taken a bath since yesterday, and your eyes were puffy from crying all night because you, a straight A student, did not get into Yale because of a lack of "extra-curriculars."

"Fuck you," you replied, passing him, and about to go upstairs to look for Sarah. You just needed to vent.

"They're not here."

"Where are they?"

"Oh you're speaking to me now, huh?" Rafe asked as he walked towards the living room. You followed.

"What do you mean, I spoke to you earlier," you said as both of you sat on the couch. "I said 'Fuck you'".

"Yeah, I heard you the first time. What's gotten into you?"

You sighed and slouched beside him, your shoulders touching, and you slightly leaned into him.

"My life is ruined, Rafe, ruined!"

"Look, whatever it is, we'll find a way."

"You don't get it," you shot up and turned to face him, touching his shoulders and getting really close to his face. Rafe looked at your hand on his shoulder and then back at you.

"I did not get into Yale."

"Shit."

"Yeah, shit. They said I don't have a lot of extra-curriculars," you scoffed.

"Well, you kinda were too focused on the academics so-" Rafe said and you punched him in the shoulder.

"Ow!"

"This is why I need Sarah. She knows how to calm me down," you said standing up and pacing the room.

"Hey hey hey, I can calm you down."

"No, not with weed or drugs or alcohol."

"Oh err, well," Rafe stood up, walked towards you, and placed his hands on both your shoulders causing you to face him.

"What about some ice cream?"

You contemplated his offer.

"Well, do you have-"

"Double dutch, yes!" He said grinning.

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Gator talk

A/N: I had this idea of Rafe and someone who comes to OBX because she's obsessed with gators! I did some research on alligators in the Outer Banks to do this but nothing too extensive. I also started avoiding using Y/N as I find it better to not include this? Idk but there are instances when I had to specifically use pronouns instead. Anyway, Rafe is completely smitten and I'm not sure if I should turn this into a series but I really find this dynamic cute. Btw I imagined S2 Rafe in this, his pre-buzzcut era. Enjoy xx

"So why gators?" Rafe asked curiously as he took a sip of his orange juice.

You had visited the Outer Banks specifically to do research on alligators. There's something about alligators that fueled your lifelong devotion to studying them. You were driving along what is known as the Tannyhill estate when your car broke down. You asked for help from anyone around, and there he was, Rafe Cameron.

"Hey! This is private property!"

"Yeah, sorry, I'm having car trouble," you said as you pop the hood. Smoke was coming out of it and you started to go through your usual diagnosis. You don't really know much about cars. You know a shit ton about alligators but not cars. By this time, Rafe had walked towards you to survey the damage.

"Ah you might have a leak somewhere," he said as he rested his hand on the hood of the car.

"What should I do?" You asked and Rafe smirked at your cluelessness.

"We need to wait until the engine cools before we can check the fluids," he said, slowly turning to face you. You were looking at your watch, it's almost night time so you have no idea how to get to the swamps and set up camp there before it gets dark.

"You gotta be somewhere?"

"Yeah, I have to get to Alligator River and set up camp."

"I don't think you can set up camp there," he said in a know-it-all manner, closing the hood of your car.

"I can if I have a permit," you corrected him as you fished a piece of paper in your pocket to show him.

After reading it for a while, he handed the paper back to you. "Look, I can call AAA for you. In the meantime, why don't you come inside for a minute." He didn't wait for you to respond and proceeded to walk back. You quickly lock your car, grab your belongings, and thank god that the car is already parked beside the road so there's no need to move it.

"So why gators?" Rafe asked curiously as he took a sip of his orange juice.

"I don't know. I've always been fascinated about reptiles. Their sheer strength alone is impressive and did you know that alligators can go through over 3,000 teeth in a lifetime? That's crazy!"

Rafe was looking at you, smiling while his chin is resting on his palm. You thought that he was kinda cute looking at you like that. Of course, you were spitting facts about alligators, that's pretty cool. You took a sip of the orange juice that Rafe had refilled for you and continued, "Also, the Outer Banks is known to be a wildlife refuge for alligators. Gosh, I am so excited to see an actual gator hole," you paused again and took a sip.

"Wow, that seems impressive. Did you know that alligators don't hibernate?" He asked you but he already knew that you know that. He just can't seem to help himself.

"Uhmm hello? of course! Unlike other animals that go through a hibernation period, alligators are only known to go through a dormant period during the colder months," you said, lifting your index finger, trying to prove a point.

By this time, it was already dark. There was a hurricane a few days before you arrived so Rafe had mentioned it would be difficult to get help around this time but you were hopeful.

After a few hours, still no one.

"I don't think they're coming," Rafe said as he eyed you pacing the room. "I'd offer to drive you," he started saying.

"Yes, that would be nice!"

"But, as you can see," he said pointing to the Range Rover outside. A huge tree branch had fallen directly on top of it, "my car's unavailable right now."

"Great, this was supposed to be the first day of a great research program and I'm stuck here," you regretted the last part as soon as you said it. You looked at Rafe who was seated in front of you.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean here here."

"I know what you mean," he stood up and walked towards you. The way he moves and talks is slow but very sure of himself.

"You know, you can stay for the night if you want. And tomorrow, my family would already be back, and I can use their car to drive you, yeah?"

"Yeah," you said mindlessly. Rafe was pretty tall so he was leaning towards you, particularly close too! Your breath hitches as you sucked in air before replying, "Thank you."

"Come on, I'll show you to your room."

The room was just beside Rafe's. It looked like a guest room. Everything was neat and there are towels ready for use in the bathroom.

"This house is huge," you commented as you looked around the room. You had the perfect view of your car outside.

"Welcome to Tannyhill," Rafe said as he sat on the bed.

You sat beside him and looked at him. You couldn't quite put your finger on him. He looks scary, acts as if he's better than you or everyone else, but does something sweet like listening to you yap about alligators and offering you a place to stay the night and offering to drive you tomorrow.

"What are you looking at?" He asked.

"You." That seemed bold of you.

"Yeah? You like what you see?" He flirted. You blushed at his statement but was quick to recover.

"I do, actually," acting as if what he said didn't made you wet.

You squirmed under his gaze. His lips slightly parted and his eyes on your lips. You leaned a bit closer, and he moves even closer. It was a light kiss on the lips at first which evolved into a makeout session with you straddling him.

"Listen, I don't normally do this but-"

"Oh shut up already," as you kissed him, arms wrapped around his neck. His hands on your waist, supporting you so you don't fall over.

He lays you down on the bed before taking his shirt off and lifting your dress above your head. You lie there in just your bra and alligator-printed undies.

"How cute is this," he said as he palmed you through those alligator-printed panties to feel how wet you are for him.

"Hurry up," you pulled him closer by the waistband of his pants, which you helped him get rid of.

"So needy," as he kissed you again, and then proceeded to kiss your neck, collarbone, and then removed your bra to suck on your already erect nipples. Rafe alternated between the two, with his other hand grabbing and squeezing the other. You wrapped your legs around him and ran your fingers through his hair. You hear and feel him moan through your skin. Rafe moved so that the tip of his cock is directly at your entrance. You moved your hips upward so he can enter you but Rafe held you down in place.

"Patience."

"Please."

He grinned and started teasing you by inserting himself in you then completely pulling out. He does this a couple of times before you wrapped your legs tighter around him, pulling him closer.

"Such a pretty little slut," he whispered as he allowed himself to enter you fully, you feel him hit the spot and you gasped for air as you adjust to his size.

"Too...big."

"You can take it baby, there you go, you're doing so well." Rafe then started to move his hips slowly, making sure you feel every inch of him. As he started to pick up speed, your moans became louder.

"Keep going, please, I'm gonna-"

"Shit baby," Rafe said as you cummed all over with him dumping his load in you after a few thrusts. You both collapsed on the bed as he wrapped his arms around you, and you both drifted off to sleep.

~

"Rafe?" Ward Cameron's voice pierced through the entire Tannyhill estate as he and the rest of the Camerons started unloading the car.

"Shoot," Rafe shot up and started getting dressed. You were still a bit groggy but quickly threw on your dress that was on the floor and fixed yourself up to look more presentable. "They're here early, come, let's meet everyone," as he smiled and extended a hand."

"Whose car is parked outside?" Sarah had asked.

"Where the hell is Rafe?" Ward asked, more to himself.

"Hey, I'm here," Rafe said as you and him entered the kitchen.

"Rafe," Ward said then looked at you, "Oh hello."

"Hello."

"Oh, she needed help with her car but AAA wasn't available so I thought, we can use your rover to drive to Alligator River?" Rafe explained the situation to everyone as they all eyed you, probably surprised as to why Rafe is so willing to help out.

"Why Alligator River?" Wheezie asked.

"Oh I'm doing my research on alligators."

"Alligators, huh? That's interesting," Ward said. "Well, of course dear, Rafe will drive you up to Alligator River and you can leave your car here until it's fixed." He extended a warm smile just like everyone else did.

"Your family's pretty cool," you said as you walked to the car with Rafe.

"Yeah, I mean, we have our problems."

"Much like all families," you smiled at him as he started the car.

The drive was pretty smooth, with the roads mostly cleared up by now, you can see how the Outer Banks seems idyllic.

"So uhmm, should we talk about last night?" Rafe asked.

"I'm not sure if talking about it is necessary, unless you want to?"

"Nah nah it's fine," Rafe turned a corner. "It's just that I would not want that to be the last time." He said without looking at you, his eyes on the road, the Alligator River now in sight.

"You don't?"

"Nope."

"Well, then," you smiled, "maybe you can visit me here sometimes," you arrived at the destination. "I'll be here all week."

"Yes, ma'am," Rafe said as he parked the car.

"Okay, this is me."

"Research the hell out of those gators, yeah?"

"Yeah," you responded, to him and that boyish grin that seems to be your new favorite thing, before leaning in and giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

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I hate you more [part i] wc: 1K [part ii] wc: 1.8K [part iii] wc: 737 [part iv] wc: 1.6K Rodrick's confession wc: 401 Rodrick, you, prom! ♡ wc: 356 Falling out (timeskip with you and Rodrick) wc: 867 Rodrick imagine based off a tweet wc: 238

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Stopping a fight

A/N: I was daydreaming about Barry and suddenly this came to me. I needed this to be more graphic but I'll save that for the Part 3 of How to survive a horror movie :) also, I couldn't think of a better title 😫

"Rafe, stop it!" You shouted as your brother gave John B another punch to the gut. He stumbles backward knocking the vase by the coffee table.

"Stop it, let him go Rafe!" Sarah shouted at Rafe as she tried to get in between them but was met with a brute push that sent her tumbling towards you. You helped her up as John B threw another punch at Rafe.

"Beat his ass!" JJ shouted to which Kiara shot him a look.

"Stop this!" Pope tried to grab unto John B's arm but Rafe was ready to throw another punch.

"Come at me," John B said.

Rafe launched at John B to which he evaded quickly. Before you knew it, Rafe was on the floor with John B straddling him, throwing punches at Rafe's face. You see your brother's face get bloodied and you started to get nauseaous. You have never seen that much blood, and you froze. With shaky hands, you took your phone to call him, "Barry, please help," was all you said. You hear Barry on the phone frantic, asking where you are and if you were okay. You didn't respond as you let the phone fall to your side. You catch your breath as John B threw another punch at Rafe. It seemed like he was motionless and for a second, you thought he was dead. You see Sarah crying. You couldn't move. You feel a tight knot in your stomach preventing you to breathe. Breathe, you told yourself. Breathe.

"What the hell-" Barry said as he entered the room. At this point, Rafe was on the brink of passing out.

"That all you got, pogue!" He hissed at John B to which John B continued throwing punches.

"Get off of him, man!" Barry, with one quick motion, lifted John B off of Rafe.

"Stay out of this!"

"No," Barry said. "Come on, give me your best shot, boy," he taunted John B.

John B hesitated but he was so angry that he threw a punch at Barry to which Barry dodged. He quickly punched John B in the gut, and then he was on the floor, his hands on his stomach, groaning.

Rafe took this opportunity to kick John B in the stomach while he was still on the floor from Barry's punch.

"Rafe, stop it!" Barry said, getting in between Rafe and John B. The other pogues quickly went to John B helping him on his feet. You felt Sarah hold your hand before running to John B.

"Walk it off, Rafe," Barry said.

"Nah man, I'm not done yet-"

"Yes you are homie! Now walk it off," You flinched as Barry shouted at Rafe. You've never heard him speak that loudly to anyone.

For a while, you stood there and saw everything in slow motion. Guess the fight's over? You said to yourself. Why can't you move your legs? You looked down at your own hands, they're still shaking. You can't seem to stop them from shaking. Am I about to have a breakdown? Your breath hitches.

"Babe?" You looked up slowly to see Barry walking towards you. Everyone was gone. Rafe's inside. The pogues left with Sarah. How long were you standing there? It was only a few seconds but it felt like forever.

"Hey hey, it's fine now, come here."

Barry took your shaking hands, gripped them to let you know it will be okay, and wrapped you in an embrace that you leaned into naturally.

"I didn't know what else to do," your voice was shaky and you feel your tears at the back of your eyes threatening to come down.

"Shh I know baby," Barry said as he stroked your hair and eyed you carefully, observing your every expression. "Thank you for calling me."

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Aftercare

A/N: I don't really put warnings on shorter fics unless they're full length ones, and I do have a general MDNI rule on my pinned post but I thought that this particular Rafe fic need its own set of warnings. Also, I saw the first part somewhere which then gave me the idea for the entire fic. If you know where it's from, pls let me know!

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, dark!rafe but he has soft moments after sex, male receiving oral, filming sex

"You're so mean to me," you pouted at Rafe who was trying to look for a shirt to put on.

"Yeah, well you get off to it so what's your point?"

That's actually true, you thought to yourself but you also thought, wouldn't your boyfriend indulged you at least once in a while if you ask him to at least be nice for a change and maybe show some support? You decided to tease him further just as you saw Barry approaching.

"Hey Barry!" You enthusiastically called out to him. Rafe immediately shot you a look, which you responded with a smirk.

"What do you think of this new dress?" You twirled for him with so much glee you could hear and feel Rafe's blood boiling.

"Oh princess, that's such a lovely dress!" Barry exclaimed as he placed his hand on your lower back. He has always been so flirty with you and yet he's the only guy who Rafe hasn't beaten up yet.

"Why thank you, kind sir!"

"What's the special occasion?" He leaned even closer. Barry knew what you were doing. You've done this countless times, trying to make Rafe jealous so usually he would play along.

"There's no special occasion," Rafe said. "Have you got my shit?" He asked Barry obviously pissed.

"Yes, I've got your shit," Barry said, mocking Rafe. You and Barry shared a glance. He smirked at you and you couldn't help but giggle.

"Go upstairs," Rafe has finally had it. "And wait there until we're done."

"Come on, country club, she can stay with us," Barry flirted.

"Yeah, maybe I can-"

"Go, now!"

You pouted and said your goodbyes to Barry before going upstairs in his room and waiting. It was a couple of minutes before you hear Barry's motorcycle. Then, footsteps coming up the stairs. You prepared yourself for whatever version of Rafe you're going to face.

As soon as he walked in the door, he walked around the bed, carefully eyeing you. You didn't know what to do so you just sat there.

"Is that what you want? To whore yourself in front of Barry?"

"Oh come on, that's not what I was doing," you said as you stood up and walked towards him.

He pushed you back with so much force that you landed back on the bed.

"Ow! Rafe, what the-"

Rafe quickly wrapped his hands around your neck, his face inches away from yours, breathing heavily down on you as he slowly tightened his grip. You started to choke but could not help noticed the wetness starting to pool down below.

As if reading your mind, Rafe used his other hand to feel just how wet you are. He brought his hand down to rub the fabric of your panties before lifting it up to taste you. He smirked at you and pushed you back on the bed with so much force. He started taking his shirt off and his pants, so you naturally and instinctively took your clothes off as well but Rafe stopped you.

"You're not gonna cum unless I want you to," as he grabbed you by the hair and brought you to your knees. His cock inches away from your face. "You know what to do."

You sucked him out of fear, out of lust, out of excitement, who knows? What you knew is that Rafe had a grin plastered on his face the whole time.

"I knew you were a slut but damn, I believe you may also be a masochist," he said as he leaned closer so that your faces are inches away from one another.

"Open." You opened your mouth. "Stick your tongue out," which you did. Rafe then spit in your mouth and you swallowed. "At least I know there's one thing you would obey," he said as you proceeded to suck him.

"Please," you breathed. You needed some kind of friction that you started rubbing your clit while sucking him off.

Rafe smirked at you, took out his phone, and started taking a video of you sucking him while you're rubbing your clit. "Yeah, you're gonna whore yourself out to Barry. Well, maybe I'll send this lovely video to him so he can jerk off to it."

That statement made you moaned through Rafe's cock. You fingered yourself quickly and took as much as you can of Rafe, his full length.

"Oh? You like that huh?" You tried to reply but your mouth was full.

"I know you," Rafe said as he had chunks of your hair in a grip. "I know what you want, what makes you wet," he said as you feel him jerk in your mouth, you know he's close to cumming. "I know everything about you, and you're mine," Rafe groaned as he cummed all over your mouth. "Mine," he said as he grunted, disposing his seed into your mouth.

You collapsed on the bed from exhaustion and the sheer force Rafe had used on you. You couldn't help it as you drifted off to sleep right then and there.

When you woke, you noticed it was night time and the room was dimly lit. You also noticed that you were now wearing different clothes, comfier ones. They were Rafe's, an oversized shirt and boxer shorts. You were no longer wearing your panties.

On the bedside table, there is a glass of water and some of your favorite chocolates. Your favorite scent was on the diffuser, and the blinds were already drawn. For a moment, you completely forgot where you are and what happened earlier.

"Hey," Rafe said softly as he poked his head through the door. He then came in with a sandwich on a plate and some soda.

"Hey," you croaked. He smirked as he set the tray beside you. "I see you're still sore from earlier, yeah?"

You didn't respond, you tried to move your body and realized that he was right, your entire body was sore.

"Did I fall asleep after?"

Rafe cuddled beside you, pulling you closer, and stroking your hair. You were so tired that you naturally leaned in and rested your head on his chest.

"Yes, you did." Rafe said, you detected a hint of guilt in his voice.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry if I was too rough."

"You were kinda rough, but it's okay baby," you assured him. He wasn't convinced. He turned to face you and looked you in the eye, "I never want to hurt you, got that?"

"I know," you kissed him and smiled at him.

"And to show you I'm serious, I am going to be 100% nice to you!"

"But then you wouldn't be the Rafe I fell in love with?"

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Rodrick's confession

A/N: I had this idea that Rodrick is afraid of the sight of blood but I couldn't properly flesh out the details so here's something short for now. Enjoy xx

It was one Rodrick's dumb idea to climb over the gate to an abandoned hospital. People say it's haunted and so Rodrick's curiousity was piqued. The only problem? You miscalculated your step and ended up with a few stitches and a trip to the ER.

"Oh god oh god oh god, I swear if I had known, I would never ever ever ever ever-"

"Rodrick, please, it's only a few stitches, nothing serious," you assured him.

"Okay, so walk me through what happened," the doctor asked.

"Well-"

"I'm sorry-"

You and Rodrick both spoke at the same time. The doctor was completely unfazed. You looked at Rodrick, and he shyly moves back to a corner in the room.

"Well, we were trying to climb over this gate but then I took a mistep, and then this happened," you said gesturing to the bruises and cuts.

"I'm so so so sorry-" Rodrick started. He was very panicky and nervous around the sight of blood. In fact, he almost fainted a few times on the way to the hospital.

"Okay then, we'll stitch you up. Nothing serious. You can leave once we're done."

As soon as the doctor left, you slowly eyed Rodrick in the corner of the room, he was focused on your stitches and biting his fingernails, rocking back and forth as if he has been sucked into some anxious-filled hallucination.

"You okay?"

"Blood," was all he said.

"Yeah, so?"

"Blood everywhere!" He yelled which garnered a few "sshhh" from nurses, doctors, and neighboring patients. You and Rodrick let out an apologetic expression to everyone, as you shot Rodrick a look to which he replied with the same apologetic expression.

"Rodrick, we are in a hospital, keep your voice down."

"I'm so very sorry, okay? I feel bad. Please don't break up with me."

"I'm not gonna break up with you," you laughed at Rodrick's concern as both of you walked out the hospital.

You were walking side by side to the Loded Diper van when he suddenly stepped in front of you.

"What's wrong?"

"I love you!" He bursted out as if he had been holding on to that statement for years.

"Rodrick," you were surprised by his confession. You two have been dating for awhile now but never said I love you to each other yet. You see him eyeing your stitches again.

"I love you too, you silly goose!"

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Just broken up

A/N: This was originally a Barry fic but decided to change it to Rafe because I thought the personality fits him more! Enjoy xx

You walked down the dimly lit pavement as the cold crisp air greeted your already damp face. You have been crying because your boyfriend, Topper, broke up with you claiming that he is still in love with your bestfriend, Sarah. You only have yourself to blame. At the back of your mind, you always knew that there was more to them than just friends. You were on your way to Tannyhill to confront Sarah because honestly what else can you do? Topper refused to talk to you anymore and somehow convincing Sarah or talking to her at least, no matter how desperate you may seem, seem like the only way.

"Hey," Rafe opened the door, worry evident on his face as soon as he saw that you had been crying. He looked at you for a few seconds before speaking again.

"I'm going to kill Topper," he said as he rushed past you, anger boiling up the surface.

"Rafe, stop!" You croaked. Your voice hasn't gone back yet. "It's not his fault. Please."

"But-" Rafe calmed down before approaching you and leading you to the living room. You both sat on the sofa. Your white sundress has been covered in dirt and have been used to wipe your tears all day. You clasped your hands firmly together in front of you to prevent them from shaking. Rafe faced you, eyeing you carefully.

"Tell me why I shouldn't beat up Topper right now."

"Because it's not his fault!"

"Sounds to me like it is."

"He's still in love with Sarah," you whispered as if whispering it makes it less true. Rafe paused and took your hands.

"Then it's not your fault too," he said as if reading your mind. He fixes your hair and pushed it out of your face. You noticed his fingers lingering on your cheeks and the corners of your mouth. He seemed to have forgotten he was talking to you.

"Rafe?"

"Yeah?"

Your lips parted and you started breathing heavily. Compared to your current state, dirty and have been crying all day, you noticed how Rafe has always been neat and tidy, and he smells really good. You unconsciously leaned forward to rest your head on his chest. You two have always been friends and are comfortable with one another but this seems intimate. Then, all of a sudden, the exhaustion and emotions you've endured during the day came to you, and you started crying again.

"Hey hey," Rafe tried to calm you down, his hands on your shoulders.

"Look, fuck Topper, okay? You need someone who will take care of you," he paused. "I'll take care of you. Shit, I'll fuck up anyone who tries to you hurt you, got that?"

You were surprised by his determination and loyalty to protecting you, you couldn't help yourself what being through an emotional rollercoaster all day long that you leaned in for a kiss. He was surprised by this that he quickly moved back. A sharp pain shot through your chest.

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I just thought..."

"No, no, hey I was just surprised, I didn't think you like me like that," Rafe said as he was quick to hold your face so that you are facing him. He searched your face for answers and permission to kiss you, to have you. Your eyes said it all.

He then crashed his lips unto yours without a second thought, the kiss was soft but forceful. Rafe moaned your name in between kisses and was quick to lift you up so you're straddling him.

"What if someone sees us?"

"Let them!" He growled as he lifted your dress and pulled aside your panties, rubbing your already wet clit. "I want you, I've always wanted you."

"Why didn't you say anything?" You asked, your hand on his jaw, your finger tracing his lips, your eyes on his.

"Would you have left Topper for me?" Rafe asked softly as if he's afraid of knowing the answer.

"Yes, I would have." And with that, Rafe's newfound confidence in having you took over. He quickly unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants. You can feel him beneath you, teasing you with his tip at the entrance. He slowly entered you and you moaned his name while burying your face in the nape of his neck.

"Shhh it's okay baby, I'll show you what you've been missing," Rafe said as he allowed himself to ease into you inch by inch until he's completely inside you. He allowed you to adjust to his size. He was definitely bigger, you blinked the tears away as you adjusted, feeling him fully.

"Listen to me," he said as he started to move his hips as you grinded on top of him lost in your own lust. You arched your back as you positioned yourself in a way that Rafe hits all of the good spots.

"I-" he lifted his hips and thrusted into you sharply.

"don't ever-" he thrusted once more.

"want"- he thrusted once more. You feel yourself about to cum.

"to see-" he thrusted again as he felt you clamped on his dick. He knows you're close.

"you cry-" he thrusted again. His hands on your hips, keeping you firmly in place as he fucks you senseless. You couldn't move so you placed your hands on his chest for support.

"ever-" his thumb circled your clit as you arched your back even further in pleasure. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

"again!" he said with one final thrust, you cummed all over him which is then followed by him blowing his load all over your insides. You collapsed on top of him, panting, catching your breath.

"Unless," Rafe continued as he wrapped his arms around you, cuddling you after coming down from your high.

"Unless it'a from me fucking you senseless." Rafe said as he pulled a blanket over the two of you. You smiled, exhausted, satisfied, as you drifted off to sleep in his arms.

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Rafe Cameron Venting and ice cream wc: 321 Gator talk wc: 1.7K Aftercare wc: 1.1K Just broken up wc: 1K Rafe (accidentally) meeting your parents ♡ wc: 484 How you and Rafe met ♡ wc: 295

Barry Stopping a fight wc: 630 A new kind of high [part i] wc: 1.6K How to survive a horror movie / OBX x Scream Crossover [part i] wc: 2K [part ii] wc: 637

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DOAWK/RODRICK HEFFLEY MASTERLIST

I hate you more [part i] wc: 1K [part ii] wc: 1.8K [part iii] wc: 737 [part iv] wc: 1.6K [part v] wc: 1.2K Rodrick's confession wc: 401 Rodrick, you, prom! ♡ wc: 356 Falling out (timeskip with you and Rodrick) wc: 867 Rodrick imagine based off a tweet wc: 238

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Prowler Miles Morales High society [part i] wc: 605 [part ii] wc: 1.1K [part iii] wc: 2.1K

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Rafe (accidentally) meeting your parents ♡

You and Rafe have been sneaking around since that one party at Tannyhill where you two hooked up. You didn't want your family and friends pestering you about how Rafe is "bad news", and well, while he didn't agree to it at first seeing that he was willing to let all of the Outer Banks know that you were his girl, he finally agreed to it since that will make you happy.

You hear a light tap on your bedroom window that night you were supposed to meet up with Rafe, but alas, your parents started to grow suspicious so they grounded you for forgetting to do the dishes, which is one of their lamest excuse yet!

"Rafe," you whispered-shout at him as he was throwing pebbles at your window. Kind of romantic actually. "What are you doing?"

"I thought we were supposed to meet up," he whispered-shout as well. He looked so cute as he pouted at you. He was looking around for a way to get to your room from the outside and so he started climbing a tree. Very cliche, you thought.

"My parents grounded me again, you cannot be here." Rafe finally slipped into your window, trying to catch his breath without causing too much noise.

"So what? You do what your parents tell you to do now?" Rafe leaned and cupped your face with his hands before kissing you.

"Rafe," you said in between kisses, "I'm serious."

"Hmm," Rafe was no longer paying attention to you as he started to kiss you down your neck. You leaned into his touch naturally and kissed him back.

A knock on your door and suddenly both of you froze.

"Yeah?" You asked to whoever was knocking.

"We were planning on ordering pizza, you want some?" Your dad asked.

Rafe was not at all trying to be quiet so you shush him, and him shushing you back at a slightly louder volume. "Why can't we just tell them we're seeing each other?" You mouthed the words "No."

"Hey? Pizza?" Your dad asked again. Your eyes darted back to Rafe and contemplated on whether you should just let the cat out of the bag. But before you could come up with a final decision, the door creaked open.

"Oh, I didn't know you had company," your dad was as shocked as you are. Rafe, on the other hand, stepped towards him proudly.

"Hello Sir, my name's Rafe. Rafe Cameron," he extended a hand shake.

"Ah, you're Ward's boy," your dad looked at him, he seemed content, then he looked at you and seemed to piece the puzzle together.

"Well, honey, if you'd like, you and your boyfriend can join us for pizza?"

"Err yeah we would love to," you said and looked at Rafe who was grinning.

"But son," your dad gripped Rafe's hand and pulled him closer, "next time, use the front door."

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Falling out (timeskip with you and Rodrick)

A/N: Found this in my draft. Started writing it a while back with the intention of turning it into angst with you and Rodrick fighting over what happened but got lazy! Just gonna post this as a blurb/drabble, not planning to turn it into a full fic series anymore :/

You and Rodrick have been friends since highschool, and at some point, yeah it felt as if there was something between the two of you. However, neither one of you did anything about it for the sake of not ruining the friendship. Eventually, after graduation, you two went your separate ways. He became more focused with his music career, and you moved to New York to become a journalist. You thought that was the end of it until one day you got a call from your mom asking you to help Rodrick find an apartment in New York.

It had been 5 years since the last time you've seen each other at your highschool graduation, and you honestly believed that moving to another state will ensure that you won't ever get to see him again. The thing is you two started having a fallout when you heard rumors that he was dating Heather.

Your mom instructed you to meet Rodrick at a cafe near your apartment so that he can also tour any vacant units in your building. You protested at first but there's nothing you can really do as both your families remained close throughout the years. And now Rodrick is moving to New York because he got accepted as a Financial Analyst at some corporation, which is another surprise as you thought he had pursued music full-time.

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As soon as you entered the cafe, you started looking for a table since you assumed he'd be late but to your surprise, he was already sat at a table by the window. He wore a light blue button down and some beige corduroy pants. His expression was vacant, as if the 5 years that went by had sucked his soul out of his body. He saw you and waved, and feigned a small smile as you walked towards him.

"Hey"

"Hey there, thank you for agreeing to meet with me," he said. He sounded so formal, you weren't really used to this new Rodrick.

"Not a problem, how have you been?"

"Fine, great. I got a job at this company and thought it would be a good opportunity for me to move here as well," he paused. "You look good."

"You too," you replied as both of you sat down. You were both testing the waters as to what topics should you talk about and which ones are off the table. After some silence, you decided to suggest that you both order.

"Oh I already ordered some chocolate chip pancakes for the table, and some orange juice," he smiled. Oh that smile! You missed it so much.

"I love chocolate chip pancakes,"

"I know," he looked at his hands in front of him, clasped together. "I remember."

"Uhm so my mom told me you were looking for an apartment?"

"Yes, I am!" He said as if snapping out of a trance. "I have all my documents with me." You smiled at him, and he smiled back and for some time, the two of you started to relax.

The pancakes arrived and you both ate for awhile until you decided to simply rip off the bandaid.

"So how are you and Heather?" He seemed surprise with the question but felt like he already had prepared an answer.

"We broke up actually. Second year in college. She said that I was holding her back," he trailed off.

"Oh I'm so sorry to hear that."

"No, it's fine, she was right. Loded Diper wasn't going anywhere and I was basically flunking every one of my major subjects."

"Loded Diper's no longer playing?"

"Well, we're on a hiatus, at least until I figure things out and I will figure it out," he beamed at you with a certain level of reassurance, much like his old self, you thought. You smiled back and proceeded to finish the rest of the food.

"We can start touring some units that are available in my building," you started as both of you walked back to your apartment building. "When will you be starting at your new company?"

"Err, tomorrow actually."

"What?! You won't be able to find an apartment and sign a lease in New York in less than 24 hours, you know!"

"Yes yes I know."

"Thank you," Rodrick looked at you and you looked at him. You missed him so much and you hoped that this will be your chance to get back to what you two were like before. He held your gaze as if he's searching yours for some sign that everything will be alright between you and him. You leaned closer and before you know it, he had let his forehead touch yours.

After some time, you lifted your head, "Okay okay, here's to hoping that the unit is still available in my building. I can guarantee the landlord that you're a good tenant and maybe that will speed up the process."

It didn't. In fact, even after touring some other apartments, you two were left with zero to nothing chances of signing a lease within the week. You were both exhausted so you've settled with him staying your apartment at least until he finds a place of his own.

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Rodrick, you, prom! ♡

You were never the type of girl to wear eye makeup. You're more of a cheek tint-lip gloss girl when it comes to make up so when your crush commented on how you would look good with smokey eyes, you asked your neighbor for help.

"Come on, you've done it a thousand times, you just gotta show me how!"

"And why, all of a sudden, do you wanna start using eye liner?" Rodrick asked.

"Err because I have this crush on a guy and he said that I would look good in them."

Rodrick scoffed, "no way I am teaching you to seduce some air head."

"Okay first of all, you don't know him. Second, prom is a few weeks away and no one has asked me out yet!"

"You're doing this so that somebody would ask you to prom?"

"Yeah, I assume you'll ask Heather, and he is the only chance I have for a date. Come on..."

"Ugh fine!"

"Yesss," you exclaimed.

"I, Rodrick Heffley, will go to prom with you," Rodrick exclaimed, his hand on his chest declaring a statement you have never expected.

"What?"

"What? You don't want me to?" He asked pensively.

You paused. You and Rodrick have been friends since kindergarten so you never really saw him that way. Although, in preparation for prom, you may have thought of the idea of you and Rodrick going to prom, you just dismissed it because he wouldn't shut up about Heather.

"What about Heather?"

"What about Heather?" He repeated.

"Rodrick, I swear, if you are messing with me right now-"

"Hey, are we gonna keep pretending nothing's going on between us?"

"What?" You asked but you know exactly what he means.

"Don't tell me you didn't know people are starting this rumor about us dating," he said as sat on his bed, motioning for you to sit beside him. "or us going to prom together," he continued.

"But, what about Heather?"

"Yes, Heather's hot," you rolled your eyes at him. He was quick to wrap his arms around your waist.

"But I would rather be with an even hotter mess like you."