a/n: some much need Rodrick fluff ! Should I do more ?
“Not happening,” you told Rodrick as you began to gather your things.
“Please, baby, please,” he begs. “I miss you, and my bed misses you a-”
“It’s not gonna happen, Rodrick.” You cut your boyfriend off. “The last time I slept, my face broke out, and my sleep schedule was ruined for a month.” You were unfortunately, not exaggerating.
“That was a while ago. Your skin is perfect, and I swear we'll be asleep by eleven.”
“P.m or A.m?”
“P…m?” he says, unsure.
You give Rodrick a stern face, saying again, “It’s not gonna happen.”. Your sleep and skin were very important to you after years of all-nighters and breakouts. You liked to stick to your routine no matter what. And if that meant early bedtimes and strict routines, then so be it.
Weeks passed, and although Rodrick respected your wishes, parts of you did miss sleeping besides the snoring boy. So after days of dropping hints, Rodrick read your mind and again asked if you would sleep over.
“So I’ve been thinking… one night won't completely ruin your schedule right ?”
“Maybe.” you say cautiously.
“So if we go to bed early and my bedsheets are washed…Can you stay tonight?”
“Hmm.” You pretended to ponder his question, not wanting to outright say yes. “Fine.”
“Yes.” Rodrick exclaims, pulling his fist close to his body before showering you in kisses.
“But no staying up, and I swear if I see one pimple,”
“Yes, yes, yes, whatever you want, baby, whatever you want-”
Your boyfriend continues to shower you in thank you’s and whatever you want’s as he hugged and kissed you. Although you were excited to be spending the night with Rodrick you’d be lying if you weren't worried. You tried your best to hide it but Rodrick could read your face no matter what.
“Trust me okay you're gonna get all your hours and this pretty face is gonna stay just as pretty.”
Rodricks kisses you, caressing your brown skin and assuring you that it would all be okay. With every stroke of his thumb, he waved your worries away.
“Pretty huh?”
“Yep, and super sexy too.” he says, pinching your cheek.
“Shut up.” you tell him as your grin grows.
After dinner with the Heffley's, you were ready to call it a night, a surprise to the family that was often up at all hours of the night. While Rodrick helped his mom with dishes for good son points. You played with Manny for a bit before helping Greg with homework, mostly giving him answers but still showing him to work a few out.
“Enough hoggin her big head.” Rodrick told his brother as he stood in his door frame.
“Stop being mean.” you told him before the brothers devolved into a back-and-forth.
“I’ll stop being mean when he stops being ugly.” Rodrick comments before you push him out of Greg's room, closing the door behind the two of you.
“Let’s go to bed.”
Rodrick smiles with an almost mischievous grin.
“What?” you question his facial expression.
“Nothing, just close your eyes, okay?”
“What?” You turn your head to the side, confused. “Why?”
“Because…” Rodrick says this as he takes your hand, guiding you to his room. “I have a surprise for you.”
Now you were even more confused, but regardless, you decided to play along with whatever Rodrick was doing. After stumbling up the stairs to Rodrick’s room, you stood there with him covering your eyes.
“Ready?”
“I guess.”
“Trust me, you’ll love it. Open!”
He moves his hands, and you open your eyes to see Rodrick's bed in silk sheets and an array of products on top of it. As you got closer and could read the products, you realized that they were skincare products. Not samples or travel-sized either, full-sized face wash, oil cleanser, toner, and moisturizer.
“What-”
“Surprise!” Rodrick says, that miscious grin bigger than before. “I know your bonnet falls off, so that's why I got the sheets and-”
You didn't let him finish; instead, your lips met Rodrick’s, and you pulled your boyfriend into a hug.
“You didn't have to.” you told him in a soft voice.
“Yeah, I did. What are good boyfriends for? Plus, if this stuff makes you look this good, imagine what it’ll do for this ugly mug.”
He gives you a kiss before handing you a pair of his pajamas to change into. Once you're both in pajamas, you and Rodrick make your way to the bathroom and start on skincare. He holds your bonnet as you wash your face and pays attention to the way you use every product.
“So this wash is for basic cleansing, then the oil one is for extra cleansing?” Rodrick questioned as he dried his face.
“Yep then toner shrinks pores and moisterizer-”
“Moisterizes!” he beat you to it.
“Exactly.” you say, giving him a kiss before the both of you move onto the next step.
Once you're finished with your skin, you and Rodrick struggle to crawl into the now slippery bed. But once you’re comfortable and in your boyfriend's arms, you're out like a light.
“My face feels so fresh.”
“I told you that double cleansing does wonders,” you say as you yawn. “Goodnight baby.”
“Goodnight y/n.”Rodrick whispers before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “My pretty girl.”
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On top of all of the regular struggles that came with modern dating. There was always the financial struggle and gift expectation. Holidays and birthdays were one thing, but seasonal gift baskets were another. But after you told Rodrick you wanted a burr basket, he had the perfect gifts in mind.
With Halloween gone and Christmas on the way, it was apparently burr basket season.
“Okay, keep them closed.” Rodrick said as he shuffled around you. “Ready?” he asked now standing in front of you.
“Yea.” you told him curiously, unsure what kind of gift to expect.
“Okay. Open.”
Even with your eyes closed, you could hear the smile in your boyfriend's voice. You move your hands away from your face and open your eyes, to find a white basket with a variety of pink items inside. It was wrapped with a bow and beside it were some pink flowers.
“Aww.” you smiled at the sight and picked up the flowers. “You got me so much stuff.”
Rodrick's smile matched yours, sharing your enthusiasm at the gifts.
“I know how you get really cold during winter, so I made sure to get a lot of stuff to keep you warm.”
Though your eyebrows pulled together in confusion, your smile stayed strong.
“Like what ?”
You watched Rodrick pick up a few things from the basket.
“I got gloves for your hands and a scarf for your nose. And one of those thermal cup things so you can drink hot chocolate, and it'll stay warm.” he explained happily, clearly proud of himself.
You weren't sure what kind of gifts you were expecting, but truthfully, you weren't exactly complaining. Though you were sure Rodrick was confused, it was in an almost cute way. But before you said anything to him, you wanted to make sure you weren't just jumping to conclusions.
Peaking your head over the basket, you glanced over the other things he'd gotten you. A box of hand warmers, leg warmers, long socks and to top things off a waterproof phone case.
“Oh, and remember those cute pink earmuffs you saw at the mall?”
“Yea, the Bluetooth ones ?”
The earmuffs were a name brand. They were cute and connected to your phone to play music. But they were eighty dollars, so you highly doubted Rodrick could even buy them for you.
“I didn't get them, but I did get the last of these pink wired ones.”
He slid the earmuffs over your ears and plugged the wire into your phone. You took a second to shuffle your songs and listen to the music. The sound quality was surprisingly not terrible. And neither was the ear coverage.
“Is it working ? I saw Manny throwing them around, but it was past the return day.” he admitted.
“Don't worry, they work.”
Taking them off you traded your ears for Rodrick's letting him hear the music. Liking your song choice, he let the music play on as you explored the rest of the basket.
“Plus Gramma made the gloves and scarf, so guess what ?”
With his ears covered, Rodrick spoke louder than he should’ve.
“What?”
“We're gonna be matching.”
You laughed, realizing why all of Rodrick's gifts were so cold weather based. You weren't sure if you had the heart to tell him. Technically, it was the thought that mattered most, right? Plus, you were more prone to being cold than you'd like to admit.
“You don't like it ?”
Even with a smile on your face, Rodrick could see your feelings were mixed.
“No, I love it. But I don't think you know what a burr basket is.”
His face twist in confusion.
“It's a burr basket, right ? For when you're cold ?”
Not wanting to laugh at Rodrick, you hid your chuckle.
“Burr.” he wrapped his arms around himself and made a small shaking gesture.
