⠀⠀♱⠀⠀ ׅ summary: Some fluffy little headcanons of Rodrick Heffley being your beloved loser teenage dirtbag boyfriend ♡
◟ ͜ ᛝ warning ! ⸝⸝ tooth-rotting fluff, mentions of disagreements but nothing too bad .ᐣ
◟ ͜ ᛝ 𝒢o back ? .ᐣ
⸝⸝ ﹒ ˖ ⁺ ༝ ۫ ℬefore you guys started to date:
You and Rodrick were classmates before you guys had gotten together.
Of course, Rodrick was drawn to you and your kind nature, but the poor boy was too nervous to actually go up and talk to you!
So most of the school-year he'd spend classtime watching you from his seat— Lovesick eyes intently locked on your form as all Rodrick would do was daydream about taking you out.
But the first time you guys actually talked was when the teacher was assigning partners for a project, and thus ending with the two of you being assigned together.
Rodrick was over the moon after finding out his partner was you, but he couldn't help but feel nervous about— well, everything.
You were just so perfect in his eyes, and he knew he couldn't blow it!
Gradually, you and Rodrick got to know eachother— Ultimately becoming the best of friends once he found out that you two shared the same love for music.
You two would be attached to the hip as the both of you would practically go everywhere together!
Rodrick would always invite you to his house, or some of the gigs him and his band did at local bars, he loved seeing your face everywhere he went !!<33
⸝⸝ ﹒ ˖ ⁺ ༝ ۫ 𝒟ating:
Honestly when you guys started dating I feel like Rodrick wouldn't know what to do now that he's with you, he'd ask his mom for advice on what girls want.
" Mom? What do girls like? "
I feel like Rodrick would try to be the best boyfriend for you its sosososoooo cute :((
He'd try to take you out often or spend time with you, most of your dates were at the gas station, or napping on his bed.
Poor boy would feel so bad that he can't take you out anywhere fancy and expensive, please reassure him and tell him you love him!!<33
Rodrick would be the type of boyfriend that would show you off to everyone, whether it be his band-mates or his family— Especially Greg,
" Yeah, she's my girlfriend. You jealous or something? "
His mom would ADORE you, his father would be worried whenever Rodrick would do something stupid.
Rodrick would make sure to shower more often, and wash his band shirts with his mom's lavender scented laundey detergent instead of leaving them to rot on his bed.
Soft moments like cuddling on his bed while you comb through knots on his messy mop of hair makes him feel so warm and gushy.
Please remind this man to wash off his eyeliner because HE WILL go to bed looking like a panda.
He loves you so much that he'd have a hard time saying no to you.
If you guys ever get into a fight, be expected to hear tire screeches on your driveway and frantic knocking.
Rodrick would stand out on your porch with a plastic wrapped bouqet of flowers from the super market, a bag of your favorite snacks, and a burned CD of your favorite songs as an apology.
" Uh, here— And i'm.. Um, sorry. "
He just loves you sososososoooooooo much!! Hug him and tell him you love him aaa :((
Would you ever make a Rodrick Heffley (Devon Bostick) x black!fem goth reader?
She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named
Rodrick Heffley x afab!reader
Summary: Sleeping with him hadn't been a mistake. Your only mistake was leaving the morning after.
Warnings: Language, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Perv!Rodrick, Fluff, Insecurities, Goth!Reader, Rodrick is Whipped, Smut +18 (mdni), Make Up Sex, Praise Kink, Bondage, Dirty Talk, Rough Sex, Needy Sex, Fingering
You were not a weak person, nor are you ever so overly emotional.
In fact, most of everyone who knew you ( admittedly a very small amount) would describe you as anything but weak
So what the hell is this?
"What do you think I should say when I get there?” Your voice is as rocky as a glacier and the sun is burning heavily through your fishnets. You could feel every heat ray seep through your long sleeved Black Sabbath shirt and your make up was feeling particularly cakey. Were it not for your best friend forcing you to face Rodrick, you would've been happy to spend the rest of your day huddled up in your listening, listening to the grave sounds of Bauhaus as you unplaited your hair.
The sun wouldn't normally be a problem for you. You'd wear these clothes if the sun was at your doorstep.
But right now, your senses are heightened. The stares you get wouldn't normally bother you, but this friday afternoon, they're piercing all over you.
"You look constipated," your best friend says as she clutches her glitter covered notebook to her chest. "Stop that-" her lips stained in hot pink pull into a downwards smile.
In contrast, your black stained lips are pulled in a very obvious frown while the dread consumes your face. You walk side by side towards the boys dorm and usually the juxtapositioning doesn't bother you, but a great many things bother you today. You feel like a dark cloud beside her quirky pink perfumed self. Her hair is long and reigned in with a pink bow while your black braids were constantly tied back with a black knitted scrunchie. The juxtaposition didnt bother you.
This afternoon, you’re just hyper-aware of all the boys peppered outside the dormitories. And all their eyes are looking through you. As if you were nothing but a spectre.
Everyone except Rodrick seemed to look through you. When you had met him, it was as if a veil was lifted and suddenly you were thrust into the light.
You had been wall-flowering at a party in your first year of university. Your best friend, lost among the crown while you dug your earbuds in.
If it weren't for the shadow that had fallen over your frame, you might have fallen asleep right then and there, to the sound of Ghost’s instrumentals blasting in your eardrums.
You noticed him waving frantically at you, having yet to remove your earbuds. You didn't know what to make of his thickly applied eyeliner or his messy-on-purpose head of hair. But back then, you didn't really trust this university setting.
For all you knew, his Joy Division shirt was a means to trap unsuspecting weird girls into sleeping with him.
And so with a very unimpressed frown you had shaked your head and said, “Sorry, I dont have any change,”
He threw his head back in laughter at that.
He liked you even more now.
Sure you were the only girl at this party he could ever imagine exchanging saliva with but now he realised you had a personality too? He was a goner.
“I’m not homeless,” His voice reached your ears and you soon realised that he had forcefully removed one bud, “Just wanted to ask you what you were drinking,”
“Why?” Your eyes scanned from his face, to his worn out boots, “Are you planning on messing with it?”
“Jesus,” He cackled, “I should've mentioned that I’m very clearly not a member of any sort of frat.” He raised his hands and said, “I come in peace,”
“I’m not planning on sleeping with you,”
“I dont need to drug you to get you to sleep woth me,” He leaned awkwardly against the wall and said, “I’m in a band,”
“That doesnt work on me,”
Except it had, and that very evening you and Rodrick had exchanged saliva in a very long make out session that carried you to his on-campus dorm room.
The very building you are currently navigating, in search of his room.
“I can feel my heart beating out my ribcage,” Your best friend stops in front of a door, one of many down a very long hall.
“It's fault for ditching the guy the morning after,”
“I didn't ditch him,” You murmured, staring at the floor in shame,
“I'm sorry,” she says, “but the walk of shame story I keep hearing from the football boys about the girl dressed in black fleeing the halls can only be one person-”
“Just go talk to your boyfirned,” You had grumbled.” The door swung open. Your best friend pushed you in the direction of room 7112 as she said, “And you go talk to yours,”
Before you left, you quickly asked, “So, I like… look okay?”
She shook her head, causing another nauseating wave of anxiety to flood your system. “You look like you crawled out of a cemetery.” She says, assessing your very plain and incredibly boring black long-sleeve shirt and your ripped black skirt worn overy ripped stockings.
“Which is how you usually look,” She says, causing your heart to lessen its alarm, “All that black lipstick will send the Freakshow into an absolute spiral,” She winked before sending you on your merry way.
When Rodreick Heffley hears a knock on his door, he almost immediately assumes it's for his roomate. Then he remembers he’s a third year, with no roommate in sight. “Uh-What is it!?” Is all he screamed at the door, hoping that whoever it is would leave him alone. He hadn't been too close, the actress on his laptop screen was far too loud, and far too… perky. He knew that if he closed his eyes and just focused hard enough, he'd be rid of this horrible boner that had been plaguing him for weeks.
Since you left him.
“Don’t do that,” Rodrick squeezed his eyes shut, “Do not think about she-who-shall-not-be-named.” The knock sounded again and he angrily paused his video as he stuffed his cock back into his jeans. Rodrick cursed as he wied his hand with some clothing item littering across his floor and his voice is less-than-friendly when he rips the door open.
“Uh-”
He has to take a moment to close his eyes. When he opens them, you are standing there, sheepishly raising your hand to wave.
“She-who-shall-not-be-named,” He says in an airy whisper.
“What?” You tilt your head questioningly.
Before you can get another word out Rodrick slams the door in your face. Unbeknownst to you, he’s trying to get rid of a week's worth of masturbation material. Evidence of how badly you had affected him, how lonely he had been since you left. He even opened the curtains and when he opened the door again, you noticed he smelled vaguely like aftershave.
“W-What brings you back here?” He tries to be cold. He really does. But this is you. His heart is soaring at the very sight of you.
Beautiful you.
In your dark eyeliner and equally dark lips.
He looks away because he has to. You hadnt even said more than 5 words to him but his body was already having a very niticebale response to your presence.
He opens the door wider as he lets you in, “Did you forget something?” He all but sneers and you squeeze your eyes shut as you slide his door closed behind you. You were in this room again and the flashbacks were almost unstoppable. You remembered the way he kissed you. The way he prioritised your pleasure-
“I’m sorry,” You say, completely knocking the wind out of him, “When I left like how I did, I thought I was protecting myself… I didn't know if you wanted anything serious,”
“I would’ve told you I did,” He says, staring at the ground as he stands in the middle of the room, like a tall tree lost in the middle of nowhere, “but we were a little too preoccupied sucking face,”
You snort at that, and he smiles too.
He didn't wanna admit how terribly he had taken your departure. You were the first girl that liked him back. The first girl to actually like his presence. The first girl he could talk to about the things that made him smile. The sleepless nights bled into restless days. Days spent coaxing a jumpy knee under every table…
“So you missed me then?” A smirk flitted on his face as he folded his arms. You rolled your eyes as the cockiness reared its head, moving to sit down on his bed as you hid your smile.
“I didn't say all that,” You declared,
"Don't be like that," he says stalking towards you, his voice suddenly serious but a smile still present, "I know you missed me,"
The arrogance dripping from his voice escalates your blood pressure and sends all your inner systems into overdrive. As his shadow falls over you, you unconsciously lean further against the bed until you're lying supine. "You look like a whore," You can't help but say, eyeing his tight short sleeve shirt showing off a sliver of his waist.
He gasps, "Whatever do you mean?" Rodrick playfully lifts a leg up as he crawls on top of you. "Is the seduction working? Because yours is working on me. I’m trying incredibly hard not to eye-fuck you right now," He's made himself comfortable on his side but his eyes are the very juxtapositioning of 'relaxed'. They unapologetically scan your thighs, clad in your netted stockings
"Get over here," he rasps, "My patience is running incredibly thin," and so you do. You lift your torso and he hovers over you as you both meet in the middle. Rodrick murmurs against your lips, the kiss is furious and hurried and you don't know where to put your hands, "Everything about you is so fucking electric," if only he knew, the only electricity, in your mundane life was brought on by him.
With him, your life was a hazy sea of black eyeliner and a never sweet, loud music. He made you feel alive.
Rodrick’s lips push furiously against yours, scolding you for your absence, punishing you for your distance. "Crazy," he says as his lips drift to the side of your mouth, "I've been going fucking crazy without you,"
Your mind races with the sudden electrifying feeling of having him back. Rodrick’s hands slithered to the nape of your neck, as he eases your head onto the mattress.
Rodrick’s hand soon finds your breast, soft under the fabric as he groans against your skin. “Fuck, I might not last long,” He admits, already rolling his hips into yours.
“Me too,” You admit, causing another loud moan to leave his lips.
He silences you with another fervid kiss. You're completely lost in him. In the intense smell of weed and leather. The unmistakable sting of metal on your skin. His full and awfully skilled lips are far too eager to get to your breasts.
"This-" he rasps. You’re not even cognitively aware that he's lowered you onto the blanket, his teeth feel far too fucking good as they scrape along the material covering your breasts, "This shit," he hovers lightly above you, "This shit needs to come off."
"Are you asking for my permission?" You prop yourself up by your forearms, mouth swollen from his kisses as you smirk. "Since when did Rodrick Heffley ever ask permission for anything in his life?"
Your words send a warm string of pleasure straight through his cock and he audibly groans as he sits back on his haunches.
He sings in an awfully cherry voice: "Hands up now! Be a good girl,"
"You're fucking crazy," You whisper as you raise your hands, letting him undress you.
He watches you like a hawk, gauging your every reaction, to make sure you even wanted this- even wanted him at all. The moment your nipples, dark and erect, come into his field of vision, he knows he’s done. "This isn't gonna hurt," he whispers, feeling the need to reassure you. "I promise-"
"Rodrick?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm begging you to fuck me,"
Every single part of your being was screaming for him since the moment you arrived. You had barely been able to keep a straight face throughout the entirety of your mindless conversation.
"You look so fucking hot right now," he says, lowering his lips to your ear, sending a plethora tiny, reassuring kisses, as if trying to distract you from your wrists meeting above your head, and the jangle of the metal joinging them together.
You look up and your heart rattles when you notice him binding your wrists above your head.
"You have no fucking idea how much I've thought about this moment," the usual rasp in his voice is somehow raspier, darker.
"You've thought about this?" You queried as he stripped your bottom bare, “Kinky, Kinky boy,” You say as your legs spread unprecedentedly. He sends an awed look at your legs before staring back at you.
"Fuck yes," he replies, "I've had nothing but my hand to-" he chuckles dryly, "fill the void,"
He tugs on the cuffs and you gasp, completely unprepared for the wave of arousal that washes over you. "These good?" He asks and you nod.
“Perfect," Rodrick lowers his head to your supine body once more, "I think you're fucking perfect,"
He drags a hand over your body, over the curve of your breast and over the softness of your belly until his fingers meet your exposed cunt. Your head is a wild cloud of braids against the blanket but you could hardly care. You couldn't care less about how completely needy you were for him.
"Jesus- Rodrick" his fingers slip through your folds, eager to spread the embarrassing amount of slick already accumulated there.
"I need you to promise me," Rodrick watches his hand disappear in your pants as he begins to set a steady, mind numbing pace.
"What're are you- Holy fuck, just there," your back arches off the blanket, eager for your clit to meet his fingers. But he relents.
"I need you to promise me you'll never disappear again."
There's an agonisingly slow build-up as Rodrick’s callused fingers tease your sensitive clit.
"You gotta say it, Babe, or the declaration is null and void-"
"Yes!" You reply with a quickness, "Okay? I-yes..."
There's a shit-eating grin that splayed over his face. "Now the fun begins,"
You're far too focused on bringing yourself to orgasm, but your entire plan crumbles when he slips his hand out of your pants. You glare up at him, dissatisfaction radiating off of you in waves.
"Don't be like that,” He teases. “I've got little Ole needs too." His quick in discarding his shirt, and as he does so, your anger dissipates for a few heavenly seconds. His tattoo is a glorious patch of ink splashed on an ivory wall. A mark any normal person would undoubtedly regret in their later life and see as the product of a dumb adolescent mistake. But Rodrick never regretted anything he did. He was as firm as the ground beneath you.
"I fucking-" His lips meet the inside of your thigh, "-can't believe this is a thing that's happening,"
"It's happening," You say, unable to curb your enthusiasm. Your own voice is thick with desire.
"I need you so fucking bad." He says, "I need to be inside you so fucking bad,"
Rodrick is quick to lower his jeans. He uncovers his hard cock, moving his hand along its length, as he stares at you in complete awe. "Hey, Babe?" You begrudgingly drag your gaze away from his hand to his face. "Try not to have the time of your life, m'kay,"
You're about to chide him but he slams his cock all the way into you. His movements are sloppy as they are hurried, and your eyes roll back from the intensity at having every single need met.
"Fuck yes, Rodrick!" Your wanton moans bounce into his ears, filling him with brazing satisfaction. Your hands cuffed above your head elicit another wave of pleasure. Youre utterly bared to him.
"You're never leaving me again, alright?" His forearm is beside your head, allowing him to watch you intensely as he pounds his cock further in. "You're never gonna pull that shit again," His angry thrusts punctuate his sentence, pushing every unsavoury sound out of your throat.
"I fucking promise- OH FUCK-" He sends a hand in between your intwined bodies, flicking your clit and having your cunt tighten deliciously around him.
"Are you gonna cum already?"
"Shut the fuck-"
"Don't worry," he buries his head in the nape of your neck. "I'm right behind you,"
Rodrick’s thrust deepens and his pace around your clit accelerates until you're finally pushed over the edge. Your vision sprinkles with flecks of light as blind as the stars above you as you cum. "OH JESUS-SHIT," Rodrick pulls out of your wet cunt. Hurriedly stradling your hips before shooting ropes of cum all over your stomach.
You don't mind.
You feared Rodrick could get away with anything.
"Holy fuck- I-Im so sorry,"
He quickly somersaults up from his overzealous fit of pleasure and peers down at you wide-eyed. "Jesus Christ I- I should get you cleaned up,"
You chuckle, as you watch the boy scramble to find the keys to the cuffs. "Don't worry- I could just rinse off in the later-"
His ears perk up at that. Rodrick looks down at his nail painted in onyx, “L-Later?” He asks shyly. That means youre staying.
Hi, I don't know if requests are open or if this is the place to make requests, but if it is, could you do a smut of Devon Bostick, him arriving tired from the set?Please excuse any mistakes, English is not my first language.
HUNGRY FOR YOU
𐙚 ft. devon bostick
note: hi!! yes requests are open! i had no idea what to do for devon thats why i never posted a smut but this literally gave me motivation for one abahah!! sorry if its not the best but i am trying different writing techniques! so thank you for even requesting something from me ! mwah !
you were listening to music while cooking dinner. you were trying to time it correctly so when your boyfriend came home it was fresh instead of all cold. you hummed into the lyrics when you heard the front door open.
"in the kitchen." you yelled. devon walking in looking tired. "smells good in here." he smiled leaning against the island table. "long day?" you questioned turning around back to the stove making sure you didn’t ruin the pasta sauce. "yes, very long. had to shoot a scene so many times." he sighed walking behind you and kissing your neck. you melted into the hug.
you guys were together for a while and he always knew how to keep you melted into him. he knew how to make the relationship feel new again. "cooking in your underwear?" he questioned lifting up your t-shirt and gripping your ass. "you have no idea how much i wanted to come home just to do that."
you slapped his arm. "devon can i finish the sauce please." you laughed. "c'mon baby. fuck the pasta. i’m hungry but for you." he turned you around and lifted you up to the island table. he opened your legs and stood between them. "who said i can’t have pasta later and your pretty little pussy right now." he began kissing your neck. tempting really. it’s just pasta right? you thought to yourself.
you felt your boyfriend lean into your lips while his hand went into your panties. rubbing your pussy in circles. "i’ve been thinking about this all day. how wet you are for me and only me. i’m barley even starting and you’re already wet hm." he whispered in your ear. you were gonna say something smart but the only thing that went out your moan was a pleasure moan.
"aren’t you tried from the set?" you questioned him who clearly wasn’t even tired. "i’m tired from the set but not for this babe." he grabbed your neck. holding it in a choking position. not squeezing hard but just enough to lean your head back. "tell me to stop and i’ll stop." he looked into your eyes.
"what i thought. get down and turn around for me." he spoke in a dominant tone. you bit your lip. turning around as he slapped your ass. you could feel the burning sensation from the slap. "fuck baby." he murmured, getting in his knees. "so fucking pretty." he sounded so hungry. hungry for you. for his tongue to touch your pussy. your legs were open when he turned his back against the island, sitting on the floor. his tongue already slowly licking your pussy.
"d-devon—" you moaned. you could feel his voice vibrate on your pussy as he hummed. "please don’t stop." you looked down at him. he loved it when you watched. loved seeing you watch him eat your sweet pussy. you shook your ass a bit causing him to grab them. his tongue going in faster motion. you could feel him hit a certain spot causing you to moan loudly.
"fuck angel." he licked your clit, going back and forth. you looked at him as you moved your hips back and forth, riding his face. "my god." you leaned your head back, putting your hand over your mouth. "shit." you whispered. "please don’t fucking stop. i’m gonna cum." you begged him.
he didn’t even stop. in fact he went faster. faster than normal. he wanted you to cum right in his mouth. he wanted to taste you. taste how sweet you are. "baby-" before you could even finish your sentence, he felt your body shake. keep the pace as you were breathing in and out from you cumming. you could feel him lick everything from your pussy. "you taste so good." he smirked as you back a bit to see his face.
"my pasta—" you smiled as you covered your face. "it’s okay baby. we'll order pizza." he got up and kissed your forehead. "go run the water and i’ll clean up for you."
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hii! soo i have a rodrick heffley request! (sorry if it's a bit vague) also id prefer if they're fem-focused but if you wanna do gender neutral that's cool too
rodrick heffley x childhood next door neighbor reader troupe where:
reader has always had a crush on rodrick since they were kids and they used to be close to rodrick, but as they got older rodrick got a bit meaner and they distanced a little bit (still friends at school, just rarely visits)
reader still likes rodrick but he's so infatuated with heather hills that all they can do is hurt on the inside like HURTT like YEOWCH MY HEART type hurt
however, when reader and rodrick's family have a little neighborhood party they start talking more and rodrick starts to see reader as a romance-able option. like, wdym this hottie has been next door the entire time!
so now rodrick starts thinking about them more and getting more nervous around them but rodrick wants heather! right..??
also i'm hoping it has a bit of a dramatic but happy ending, rather than just, "i love you dork!" "hehe i love you too..." mwa mwa mwa
Hii ! I tried my best to write this how you wanted, but again, I am new to writing. If this isn't what you were hoping for, I am so, so sorry! Xx
BACK TO YOU
Rodrick Heffley x Fem!reader
: ̗̀➛ part 2
It was a warm Friday evening, mid-summer, and the Heffley family had decided to throw a small neighborhood party. You stood in your own backyard, glancing over at the bustling scene—colorful lights strung around the trees, laughter mingling with the scent of grilled burgers wafting through the air. Your heart ached at the thought of a certain heffley child, Rodrick Heffley, your childhood friend and long-time crush, socializing with his friends, all while seeming completely enthralled by the fact that Heather Hills was in his backyard and had even spoke to him.
You had known Rodrick for as long as you could remember. The two of you were inseparable as kids, your summers filled with bike rides, silly games, and dreams of becoming rock stars together. But as puberty hit, things began to change. Rodrick started hanging out with a different crowd, often acting like the cool, disinterested boy who had little time for anything other than his music and Heather’s captivating smile. It hurt seeing him shift away from you, but you tried to respect his space, even if it felt like your heart was slowly crumbling into pieces.
The party was in full swing, and you debate whether or notyou should join in. Yes, you had received an invite to the get together, Mrs. Heffley knocking at your front door to do so and to make it known how much she missed having you around the house. However, it seemed awkward. You hadn't spoken to them in a while. Maybe you could just be a quiet observer, sipping lemonade and enjoying the glow of the festivities from a distance.
You glance around the party and caught sight of Rodrick, laughing with his friends, his signature smirk plastered on his face. As pride swells in your chest, a pang of longing follows closely behind.
“Hey, you okay?” Your best friend waves her hand in front of your face, pulling you back to reality. “You’ve been staring at Rodrick for like, ten minutes.”
You shrug, forcing a laugh. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking…”
“About him, right?” She raises an eyebrow, a teasing smile creeping onto her lips. “You know he’s been crushing on Heather for ages, right?”
You nod, feeling the familiar sting of jealousy surge through you. “I know. It doesn’t matter. Besides, we’re just friends now.” If even that anymore, you mentally scoff.
But deep down, the truth was hard to ignore. Every interaction you had with Rodrick was laced with an unrequited tension, one that left you feeling both hopeful and hopeless.
--
As the night continued, you finally decide to suck it up, push your nerves aside, and get a plate of food. You stroll towards the grill only to bump into Rodrick himself, carrying burgers and hot dogs, a look of surprise washing over his features. “Oh, hey,” he says, running a hand through his messy hair.
“Hey,” you manage, your voice faint.
A pause stretches between you, both of you searching for something to say. “Didn’t expect to see you here,” Rodrick admits, glancing toward the large crowd of people in his yard before focusing back on you. “You’ve kinda been MIA lately.”
“Yeah, I guess so.” You shift your weight from one foot to the other, suddenly feeling shy. “Just busy with school and stuff, you know?”
Rodrick chuckles, an easy sound. “It’s crazy how fast time flies, huh? We used to hang out every day.”
“I miss those days,” you find yourself saying, surprising both of you. “I miss you.” Why would you say that?, you groan internally.
His expression softens for a split second before he regains his composure, clearing his throat. “Yeah, me too. But hey, did you hear about the new band I’m working on? It’s going to be sick!”
Your heart flutters at the mention of music—the one thing that always connected the two of you. “I didn’t! Is it going well?”
As he launches into an excited explanation about practice sessions and his plans for the band, you can't help but get lost in the way his eyes light up when he talks about his passion. For a moment, all thoughts of Heather vanish from your mind.
Suddenly, Rodrick pauses mid-sentence, regarding you with a contemplative look, looking almost embarrassed. “You, uh, actually want to hear this, right? I'm not boring you?” He asks, recalling just 20 minutes ago when he tried telling Heather Hills the exact same thing, before noticing how uninterested she looked.
“Of course I do!” You reply, genuine enthusiasm spilling from your lips. “You’re talented, Rodrick. I’ve always admired that about you.”
He shifts closer, his demeanor changing from cocky to vulnerable as he studies you with newfound interest. “Thanks. That means a lot coming from you. I mean, you’re—you’re really cool.”
Your breath hitches, heart racing as he leans in slightly, the air thick with unspoken words. Just then, Heather appears, giggling as she joins Rodrick’s group, flashing him a big, fake, radiant smile. The spell broke, and you felt your heart sink once again.
“Rodrick!” She calls, and you watch as he turns, momentarily captivated by her presence. You step back, heart aching, the tension from moments ago quickly dissipating into thin air.
Heather spares you a quick, bitchy glance, before grabbing Rodrick by the arm and whisking him away from you all over again.
The night wore on, and the party continued, but you found it harder to join in. Instead, you sat on the porch, watching the festivities unfold from a distance. Rodrick stole glances at you throughout the evening, but each time he seemed to hesitate, torn between the allure of Heather and the strange pull you had on him.
Eventually, your best friend found you sitting alone, leaning against the porch railing. “What’s wrong? You’re missing out on all the fun!”
“I don’t know,” you confess, feeling the weight of your emotions pressing down. “I just wish things were different.”
“Different how?” she probes, nudging your shoulder playfully.
“Like… I wish Rodrick could see me the way he sees Heather,” you murmur, fresh tears brimming in your eyes, quickly wiping them away in embarrassment.
"Hey," She whispers, voice softer than before. "You're amazing. I mean, like, 100 times better than Heather Hills." She scoffs, "If he can't see that, then he really doesn't deserve you.
You smile, leaning your head on her shoulder and looking out at everyone enjoying themselves.
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After some time, your friend had left you and you hear footsteps approaching. Lifting your head from looking at your shoes, you seen it was Rodrick, walking toward you with purpose, the party background noise fading into nothingness. You blink, trying to make sense of the expression on his face.
“Hey,” he starts, his voice quieter than usual. “Can we talk?”
“Uh, sure,” you reply, your heart racing.
He leans against the railing beside you, stealing a glance toward the party and then back at you. “I, um… I’ve been thinking.”
“About what?” you ask carefully, hoping to mask the tremor of your voice.
“About you,” he admits, his cheeks slightly flushing. “I know I’ve been kind of a jerk and distant, but… I realized something tonight. I’ve been so focused on Heather that I didn’t notice just how much I've missed you and how amazing you are.”
Your heart soars, but the fear of rejection lingers. “Rodrick… you’ve made it pretty clear how you feel about her.”
“Yeah, but…” he hesitates, searching your face for understanding. “I don’t want to overlook someone who’s always been there for me. Heather isn't you. You’ve been my neighbor since forever, my best friend, always stood by me... even when I treated you terrible. And tonight, it hit me that I like you… I-I've always liked you.”
The words hung heavy in the air, “You like me?” you repeat, disbelief dancing in your voice.
“Yeah. I do,” he confirms, a shy smile breaking through his earlier doubt. “I just didn’t fully realize it till now.”
For a beat, silence envelopes you, a shared weight in the moment. “So… what does that mean?” you ask, heart pounding.
“Maybe we could start again? Like, forget all the awkwardness and go for ice cream or something?” He rubs the back of his neck, a nervous habit you found endearing. "Or.. There's this concert Saturday night that I got tickets to. I, uh, was gonna invite a buddy from the band, but I'd, um, I'd rather go with you." He stutters nervously.
You felt giddy, disbelief slowly melting away. “I’d like that,” you whisper, unable to suppress the smile that's spreading across your face.
Rodrick grins, a boyish gleam returning to his eyes as he reaches out, intertwining your fingers. “Great. I'll come get you at, like, 6 o'clock, Saturday..?”
"Yeah, sounds good." you laugh, cheeks burning bright red and hands starting to clam up with nerves.
As the night continued, you and Rodrick hung out with his friends, cracking jokes in the Heffley's backyard. However, all you could think about was, what on earth were you gonna wear Saturday night?
According to Y/n, Rodrick was just another emo boy, a loser, a typical teenage dirtbag. At least, this is what she heard from Heather Hills. Y/n was shocked Heather even chose to talk to her. Not just because Heather is the 'it girl' of Westmore High School.
Y/n had cracked the code to deal with high school, and that was to avoid joining any kind of group and not get noticed by anyone. Even if you somehow develop a crush on someone, keep it a secret. So she was surprised when Heather sat beside her and decided to talk to her. Y/n merely shrugged her shoulder and nodded at appropriate times as she spoke, tuning out the blonde girl.
Of course, you were aware of the crush the boy was harbouring for Heather especially when he made a show of ruining Heather's birthday. Y/n saw it all happen and thought how Rodrick actually had a nice voice and had potential. So when Rodrick happened to sit beside her in the English class she off-handedly complimented his voice.
Y/n had expected him to give her a smug smile or make an inappropriate joke. What she didn't expect was to find a very flushed Rodrick who was trying to find the correct words to say to her. She couldn't believe her eyes. She never saw Rodrick become so flustered.
"Uh..th..thank you...it...it means a lot." Rodrick wanted to slap himself for speaking like forgot how to speak. Yeah sure he got a few claps and hollers when his band played but no one complimented his voice.
"Was that the first time you sang?" now she was intrigued. Rodrick looked up and saw a genuine smile on her face. He took a breath of relief. He had thought she was making fun of him.
"Uh..yeah. I only sing when we perform in my garage. I wanted to do something special for Heather. But clearly, it went wrong." he said as he ran his hand through his hair. Y/n almost extended her hand to fix his unruly hair but dropped her hand when she saw him smile. She felt her heart flutter
Shit
Now she had something to say to Rodrick, but she forgot when she saw him smile like that. Boys like him were not supposed to smile like that. He was not supposed to have such a soft smile. Her trance broke when she saw him smirking.
"I saw you last night...not in a creepy way. I mean... obviously, during all that chaos at Heather's birthday, I saw you." there was that damned smile again. "I didn't know you were friends with her." His tone had a genuine wonder.
Y/n chuckled. "I helped her a few times with assignments..not really a friend, but we know each other, plus free food. Who can say no to that?"
Y/n felt her cheeks warming up under his gaze and tried to hide it under the curtain of her hair when she suddenly felt his fingers against her cheek as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. At that moment, she realised Rodrick actually saw her. She realised Rodrick was more than a teenage dirtbag that the world told her to stay away from.
She cleared her throat "I have heard your band play...when I come to tutor Greg."
Rodrick's hand grew sweaty. He knew how loud his band practice was, mainly to annoy Greg and his best friend Rowley. But he can't help but felt guilty as he realised how much of a nuisance it would have been for her.
"I am so sorry if our practice disturbed you guys"
"Oh no it's ok..I actually don't mind. I like that kind of music. Although it would be nice if the volume is a bit low."
"yeah...yeah absolutely...no big deal we can even practice a bit later."
Rodrick looked ahead trying his best to control a giddy smile. He did not expect his morning to be this good.
"Great...so I will see you in the evening..if you don't mind"
"yeah yeah totally" Rodrick quickly responded with a big smile. He was looking forward to meeting her this evening...after he locked Greg in the basement again.
A/N: Ladies and Gentlemen the boy who got me into bad boys. Rodrick Heffley. I couldn't stop myself from writing for him. I feel like a teen again. REBLOG AND COMMENT if you like this.
Teenage Dirtbag || R.H. || Retail and Vehicle Maintenance
Masterlist
Chapter 7
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You hadn't stepped foot into the comic shop since you were in middle school when Cory's dad invited you to the grand opening.
Business seemed to be a little slow today with the few customers roaming around and the unusually clean state of it all.
Hardly two seconds in, you already lost Rowley to the Unicorn Mania aisle in the games section of the store and Greg to God knows where, silently wishing you had tied balloons to these kids.
With Manny in a stroller, you push him over to the counter where Cory was seated with a video game magazine in hand, dressed in the shop's uniform.
The same uniform he voiced his hatred for for years. He wasn't allowed any accessories either. The only personal touch he could add was the red sleeved shirt he wore under the pale blue button up and pale yellow vest.
"So when you guys said I totally got this..." You start.
Cory looks up and rolls his eyes, taking off his headphones and tossing them onto the counter haphazardly. "Look, it's a pain in the ass to get anywhere without Ozzy's car. So I'm doing my part now too"
A girl comes out from the back and scoffs while working the cashier. It's Cory's twin sister, Cecelia, dressed similarly but with purple sleeves instead of red.
There was a box of records in her hands, organising them on the shelf behind Cory.
"That is a bold ass lie. Our dad's making him work 'cus he broke the stereo playing air guitar." She speaks, her voice much more monotone and more of a vocal fry than Cory's.
Cory looked displeased, grumbling a quick, "Fuck off, Cece."
"Haven't seen you here much." Cece brings a Madonna vinyl to the cashier, ringing up a customer, but it was clear she was talking to you.
"I usually just play video games at your guys' house. Don't really need to buy 'em. Much more convenient, no?" You shrug.
"Oh, yeah. It's so much more convenient to have you in our house all the time, playing our games and eating our food instead of supporting our business, Y/N," Cece deadpans and shoves the register shut, moving back to organise the records behind Cory.
“She hates me,” You feign hurt.
"She loves you." Cory glances at her then to you with an eyeroll.
"Flattering. So, where's Twisted Wizard?" You slap your hand against the countertop.
Cory almost glares at you with a raised eyebrow. "So your plan to get money is to... spend money... on a video game?"
You nod with a smile, “And ice cream.”
He sighed. "We have the game but we're only allowed to put it on shelves starting next Tuesday."
You nod and turn around in time to catch Greg looking through some comics. "Ahuh... Hey, Greg! How would you feel to be the first kid in Plainview to own the new Twisted Wizard sequel?"
"No way! Really? You're the best, Y/N!"
You turn back with a raised eyebrow as if to say, “Am I not the best?” to Cory who was already giving you a deadpan look.
"You wanna break that poor little boy's heart?”
"I hate you.”
"Not as much as you hate Löded Diper. Go on, fetch."
Cory looked annoyed as shit, though was already shoving the magazine under the counter. "You're so lucky I'm into your petty shit,” He grumbled, pushing off the counter and slumping on over to the back door.
“Thank you!”
Manny seemed preoccupied with his little blanket, the only sound in the room along with the distant voices of the kids you were watching over and the soft pop song playing from Cory's headphones on the countertop.
Your eyes drifted to the neon green carton to the side of the cashier with GHASTLY GOO SOUR BLAST in disgusting green font printed on the front… But the ghoul-shaped sour pop rocks lollipops were tempting…
Maybe you'll come back someday and get those for a prank.
“I heard you got beef with Rodrick Heffley,” Cece, who had finished stacking the records, moves to the computer on the other end of the counter, punching in numbers.
“Oh, yeah… Wait, did Cory tell you that or-”
“You think people at school would care if Rodrick Heffley of all people had drama?” Cece deadpanned.
“I guess that's fair. I didn't even know him before he started this whole mess,”
“Oh, he started it?” She raised an eyebrow. You nod, causing her to tilt her head, clearly trying to figure you out with her stare. “So why are you retaliating big time?”
You shrugged. “It's funny.”
There's about a minute of silence between you as Cece stares you down before she shrugs herself and goes back to work. “Guess he deserves it for being a moron who can't even spell his own name.”
You chuckle, surprised by how blunt that was. “Wow, you're evil.”
“Am I wrong?”
You don't get a chance to respond when Cory pushes through the backdoor, holding the sealed purple cartridge case. "If my dad finds out about this, he's going to kill me,” he says, holding it out to you.
"Yeah, yeah." As you reach for the game, Cory grips it tighter, looking you dead in the eyes. "I mean it. This kid better not brag about this game to his friends."
You sigh, waving him off and yanking the game out of his grasp. "Relax, Cory, I'm not gonna let you get murdered by your own father."
"If he does, don't let Ozzy anywhere near my ATLs or I will haunt your ass,” Cory pats the counter, flipping through his notepad.
You nod, slipping the game into the pocket at the back of Manny's stroller "Yeah, yeah. I’ll make sure Penny gets them even though I've repeatedly told you to just give them to her yourself.”
Cory scoffs as if you had just said the most outrageous thing in the world. "Hell no. She'll think I'm some creep for knowing what her favourite band is."
“I think it's even creepier when a boy you barely know has your name in his will under ‘All Time Low Records.’”
“For once, I agree with Y/N. You're pathetic,” Cece finally finishes up punching stuff into the computer and storms off into the back.
“Yeah? Well the men you like always turn out to be gay!” Cory called out.
“Not all of them!”
“She has it out for Frankie,” Cory turned to you to clarify as if you needed or even wanted context to that insult.
But that does genuinely surprise you. “I'm like 96% sure Frankie is also not into girls.”
“Oh. I am too, and it's so much funnier that she doesn't know that." Cory scoffed, flipping through a log book he grabbed from under the counter.
"You're both evil…"
"Right back at ya." He finally stops at a page and taps at a bit of scribble. "62.30"
You’re baffled. “62?!”
“30,” Cory nodded.
It takes you a second to process that, pulling out your wallet and pulling out the money. “Jesus Christ. This game better be worth the month's worth of lunches I'm about to skip.”
As Cory does the change manually without the help of the register, you stuff your wallet back into your pocket, suddenly hyper aware that you were near broke.
You put your fingers to your lips and whistle toward the aisles. “Let's go!”
Rowley and Greg come running over, holding the prop gun blasters from the Supreme Intergalactica display. “Did you get it?”
“Yep.”
“Awesome!” They put the guns down on top of a random stack of boxes nearby.
You grab the handles of the stroller and push Manny out the door with the boys in tow. “Bye, Cory.”
“Yeah cool- Wait, don't forget practice on Fridaaaayy-...”
But the door already shuts behind you.
“I am so gonna kill her.”
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"Rodrick is so gonna kill you," Greg giggles as he stuffs his face with ice cream.
Rowley and Manny were in the back, checking out the stuff you had just bought for them.
"He's already trying to, what's one more reason?" You tease, nudging Greg with your elbow before indulging in your own cone of soft serve.
You were currently parked down the road, blasting whatever mixtape was in the stereo with the AC on high, enjoying highly drippy ice cream with a ticking time bomb in a diaper in the backseat.
Everything Rodrick would hate to have in his van.
The keys of which you yoinked from his nightstand while he was out cold thanks to Greg's tip that Rodrick wouldn't wake up for shit.
“So why do you hate Rodrick? I mean besides obvious reasons.” Greg asks.
“He fucked up my friend's car,” You answer instinctively, instantly cringing at that.
“Woah.”
“Sorry.”
“No, that was badass.”
“Hey-”
“You started it.”
“Five dollars to not tell your mom this conversation happened.” You point at his face with your cone in a lighthearted threat kind of way.
Greg let out a chuckle. “Deal.”
“Deal.”
“So how did he do it?” He asked.
“Slashed the tires and spray painted the windshield. It was rough to scrub the paint off, but the real issue is how much it'll cost to get those wheels replaced.”
“You should make him pay.”
“Oh, we are. By putting me in this job so I'm around him almost all the time… And he hates that.”
Greg laughed. “I can totally help you. I'm kind of an expert in annoying my older brother.”
“Oh, yeah?” You bite the cone, accidentally letting the ice cream drip onto the leather seat between your thighs. “Oops,” You say with zero remorse in your tone.
“Yeah!” He giggles. “Actually, there is something I could use your help with.”
“Hit me.”
“Well… He sort of made me…” He trailed off, voice growing quieter when he continued. “Pee… on him.”
What…?
“No fucking way…” A smile starts to form on your face.
The lack of response from the boy makes you realise he’s not joking.
You choked, ice cream splattering on the steering wheel, coughing from the sudden laughter that escaped you.
“Y/N” He whined. “Please, don’t laugh!”
You shake your head, struggling to wipe off the clear humour on your face. “I’m not- I’m not laughing, I swear…” You manage to drop the smile for a moment before bursting into laughter.
“I'm serious! He said he was gonna kill me then trapped me in my room until I couldn't hold it in anymore!”
“So you peed on him?!” You have never smiled so hard at anything before.
“No! Not on purpose!”
“What did you even do?”
“I- I was in his room-”
“But only to show me Rodrick's middle school year book!” Rowley cut in, peeking through from between our seats.
You try to hold off the giggles, the boy next to you reeling in his seat in embarrassment.
“Come on, Y/N…”
“Fine, okay, okay.” You say through giggles. “I'll do something about it.”
Greg, still embarrassed, seemed somewhat relieved.
“Hey, Y/N?” Rowley chimes in again. “Was middle school ever hard for you?”
“Why? Was your first week really that bad?” You ask, voice softening from the previous teasing tone.
Greg snapped his head toward Rowley as if warning him. “It was great!”
Rowley only glanced at Greg then turned back to you. “We ate lunch behind the garbage cans all week.”
You wince. “Oh yeah, I remember back when me and my friend Frankie were in our first day of fifth grade and sat behind the vending machine in the corner.”
“No way!” Greg seemed pleased by that. You think he’s starting to see you as less of an evil babysitter and more of a cool one which was great for the plan.
“Yes way. We skipped lunch time altogether and snuck snacks into my locker to eat between periods for the next three weeks until we met our other two friends and got to sit at an actual table.”
“So what can we do to get off the floor?” Rowley asked.
“Oh… Well, I never really joined any, but you could always try clubs and after school activities. Stuff like that.” you shrug. “If you’re part of something like the school paper or marching band, it’s almost a guarantee to get a spot at their respective lunch tables… Y’know, if they think you’re cool like that.”
“After school activities, huh…?”
Something about the way Greg said that worried you.
