bf!rodrick who swore he'd never in a million years fall for one of the plastics. if you asked him who he fancied last year, he'd shrug and say, "dunno.. someone who'd wanna tour with the band. oh, and they can't wear pink. löded diper policy."
bf!rodrick who'd see you strutting down the hall, heels clicking as you transformed the linoleum floors into a runway. he'd sneer from his locker and chuck a spitball at you, muttering a snarky, "chicks dig bad boys!" to his bandmates.
bf!rodrick who asked you to be his girlfriend on prom night. he stood outside your house in formal clothes (in his definition, formal means anything that isn't pajamas) holding up a handmade sign that said, "you löded my diper when no one else would. will you let me be your böyfriend?" in sharpie. you scoffed at the sight, because did he seriously think he'd have the chance with you? get real.
bf!rodrick who thought he'd blown it big time seeing your initial reaction. he switched off the speakers, turned around and was ready to chuck the sign into the back of his van. you waltzed over to him, whispering a sarcastic, "as if" before grabbing his face and pulling him into a long kiss. "i'll be your girlfriend if you promise not to be a jerk."
bf!rodrick who treats you like an absolute goddess. he'll drive you around, blowing off his bandmates during practice saying he needs, 'girlfriend time'. he's actually started cleaning out his van regularly now to accommodate you.. and also because he's learnt a new concept called hi-jean or something. whatever, there's too many letters.
bf!rodrick who's grown used to the inevitable bling you've brought into his life. your stuff is cluttered around his room, juicy couture taking over his closet and adding a burst of glitter into his monochrome life. at his house parties, he'll have you attached at the hip the entire time because he likes showing you off ♡
bf!rodrick who will write corny love songs for you even if you make fun of him. he gets most of his songwriting inspiration from your relationship. his first album titled, "löve is an open dore" featured your voice in the background for an artistic touch, he said. if he really can't get out of practice, he'll let you sit on his lap and try his best not to bang your head with a drumstick.
bf!rodrick who lets you do his makeup before going on stage. he'll giggle as you pat down a generous amount of foundation on his cheeks, saying, "mom's gonna kill me.." as he passes you a stick of cream eyeliner. "she likes me, don't worry," you smile, placing a chaste kiss on his face and staining his cheek with bright red lip gloss.
bf!rodrick who's parents have become incredibly fond of you. they'll invite you to family dinners, on christmas, easter, you name it. greg considers you part of the family now. they'll often joke and say, "we don't know what he'd do without you!" but there's a hint of sincerity in their words. they've never seen rodrick so happy.. and clean.
bf!rodrick who still wonders how he pulled you. one of the plastics dating a lanky drummer boy certainly wasn't on anyones bingo card this year, but here's the 4-1-1.. you and rodrick make such an oddly compatible couple that everyone else can only dream of a relationship like yours.
a/n "i'm not gonna write for any more fandoms" also me:
notes: was rotting in my drafts and needed majoring editing, finally finished it though so yay!! slighty proof read and lowercase intended!
wc: 2.1k
rodrick heffley had a reputation that came before he even picked up a drumstick... lazy, loud, sarcastic, and somehow always acting like nothing mattered.
which is why it was infuriating that the one thing he suddenly did take seriously was you.
“again,” he said flatly, leaning back against the garage wall. “you’re overthinking it.”
you wiped your palms on your skirt, warmth rising up your neck. “i’m not overthinking it. you’re just… not explaining it right.”
rodrick snorted. “it’s kissing. not rocket science.”
that didn’t help your nerves at all.
this whole disaster started as a joke.. someone in the band teasing that you’d never been in a real relationship, and rodrick, of all people, rolling his eyes and saying, “I could teach her in five minutes.”
you should’ve said no but.... you didn’t.
now it was you and him alone in the garage after practice, instruments still set out, the garage door slightly cracked open, and an unbearable amount of tension for something that was supposed to be “no big deal.”
“look,” he said quieter and less jokingly. “you don’t have to act like it’s some huge thing. you just… go with it.” he said, drumsticks tapping lazily against his thighs.
“go with it,” you repeated, unimpressed.
rodrick pushed off the wall and stepped closer. “yeah.” he shrugged. “stop thinking so much.”
easy for him to say...
you swallowed. “fine. show me then.”
the space between you shrank until there wasn’t much left at all, he exhaled through his nose, trying to look casual. “okay,” he muttered. “but you’re the one who asked.”
you stared up at him with wide eyes, “don’t make it weird,” he said quietly.
“you’re the one making it weird,” you scoffed, but your voice came out softer than you meant.
rodrick huffed a quiet laugh, eyes flicking to your mouth for half a second before he looked away, running a hand through his hair.
“just.... don’t freak out,” he said.
“i’m not going to freak out,” you lied immediately.
he gave you a look. “you’re literally freaking out right now.”
“i’m not.....”
“yeah, you are.”
you shut up... the garage went silent for a bit.
then rodrick lifted a hand, hesitated like he was actually thinking about it for once, and gently tilted your chin up.
“okay,” he said softer. “just… stay still.”
he leaned in until the tips of your noses brushed, teasing you. he paused there, close enough that you were breathing his air, he tilted his head just enough to find the right angle.
his lips hovered a mere millimeter from yours. "i'm waiting," he whispered, he didn't wait for you to answer before he closed the gap.
his lips moved against yours slowly, his lips were slightly chapped and he tasted like the mint gum he was chewing.
he tilted your head back just a fraction more, exposing the line of your throat and creating the perfect angle.
a small, involuntary sound left the back of your throat and the kiss deepened.
thats when he pulled back slowly, it was only a bit, like he wasn’t sure if he should’ve stopped at all and neither of you spoke.
the moment the kiss broke, you realized the minty flavor wasn’t just a lingering aftertaste. during the kiss, the gum had made its way into your mouth.
you stood there, slowly realizing you were now the one chewing the peppermint flavored gum.
rodrick blinked first, looking suddenly way less confident than he had all night. “uh.”
“yeah,” you said, voice not cooperating.
more silence, then he huffed a laugh, running a hand through his hair again. “okay. so you’re not… bad at it.”
you stared at him. “that’s your feedback?”
“What? I’m being helpful.... you did fine?!” he countered, his eyes finally flicking to yours before dropping to your mouth.
he watched you chew for a second, his brain clearly catching up to the fact that his gum was gone.
“wait,” he muttered, his brow furrowing in genuine confusion. “is that… is that my gum?”
“It’s mine now,” you managed to say, letting out a sigh.
“that’s… that’s gross,” he muttered, though the massive, lopsided grin spreading across his face suggested he thought the exact opposite. he shoved his hands into his pockets. “you’re a klepto. i just kissed a thief.”
you tilted your head, "you're the one who literally shoved it into my mouth, heffley... that’s not a theft, that’s a donation."
rodrick’s grin didn't falter, he stepped back into your space, looking down at you, "i didn't 'donate' it. it’s my favorite brand. i want it back."
You raised an eyebrow, a slow, smile spreading across your face. "you want it back? really?"
"yeah, really.." he said, eyes flicking down to your lips, before he bit his own. "i’m a very busy guy. i don't have time to go to the store and buy a whole new pack just because some girl decided to pull a heist during a lesson."
you didn't say anything and just gave him a long look, then, turned your back on him, and started walking toward the back of the garage near the stacks of old speakers.
you could hear his sneakers scuffing the concrete, following right behind you. "well? are you gonna be a coward, or are you gonna return the stolen goods?"
you reached the far wall and turned around just as he caught up, but before you could say anything, he backed you into the wall.
placing a hand against the wall right next to your ear, the other, reaching down fingers tugging the hem of your skirt softly.
"you know.... i really like this skirt on you." he leaned down, his face inches from yours, his breath warm and smelling like the mint he was demanding back.
you leaned back against the cool drywall, his hand was still resting against the wall by your head, and his fingers were still loosely hooked in the fabric of your skirt, before sliding up to your hip, holding you right where he wanted you.
you looked him straight in the eye, while you shifted the gum to the front of your mouth. a soft hiss of air could be heard as you blew a small bubble right between your faces.
rodrick’s eyes dropped to the bubble, his brow twitching in amusement.
the bubble popped, the sound was a bit loud in the quiet garage. you pulled the gum back into your mouth with a playful click of your tongue.
"thanks," you whispered, the word trailing off into a grin. "i think the flavor’s better now that it’s mine."
rodrick let out a low, disbelieving huff, "oh, you think it's yours now?" he murmured.
you slowly shook your head and before he could mutter another word about his "property," you reached up and grabbed the front of his worn out band tee, bunching the fabric in your fists.
rodrick was tall so you shifted onto your tiptoes, as you surged upward to meet him. you caught him completely off guard, your lips crashing into his in a collision that was soft and tasted entirely of peppermint.
as your lips locked, you didn't hesitate, you moved the gum back to him, the exchange unhurried.
rodrick made a low, muffled sound of surprise in the back of his throat. his other hand, which had been resting on the wall, moved to your hip too.
both hands tightening, his fingers digging into the fabric of your skirt as he hauled you flush against him to steady you on your toes. he deepened the kiss, reclaiming the gum with a low groan.
when he finally pulled back just an inch, his forehead stayed resting against yours. you were still balanced on your toes, held up entirely by the grip he had on your waist. he was breathing hard, his hair a mess, and he was slowly, victoriously chewing.
"there," you whispered, your voice shaky and breathless. "happy?"
" happiest man alive." he grin, thumb rubbing little circles on your hip.
" mmm, i bet." you laughed, you let your heels drop back to the concrete.
he stepped back, giving you a bit of breathing room, but his hands lingered on your hips until the very last second.
he walked back toward his drum kit, picking up a stray stick and twirling it between his fingers. "same time tomorrow?" he asked, trying to sound casual as he sat back down on a crate. "you know... for educational purposes."
"i'll think about it..." you mumbled and walked toward the drum kit where he had just sat down. rodrick watched you, as you stepped between his legs.
the height difference was flipped now.. for once, he was the one looking up at you, you reached out, your fingers lingering as you brushed a stray lock of hair out of his face.
you slid your hand further back, your palm cupping the nape of his neck. his skin was warm, "goodnight, heffley," you whispered, a knowing smile tugging at your lips.
before he could find his voice or grab your waist to keep you there, you leaned down and gave him one last peck on the lips.
you pulled away quickly, turning on your heels and slipping out through the small gap in the garage door before he could even blink.
behind you, the only sound was the hollow clatter of a drumstick hitting the concrete floor.
One More Problem (Rodrick Heffley X Jefferson!Reader Smut)
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Summary: You were a good girl; straight-A student with extracurriculars, nice to your brother, the worst curse word you’d say in public was “damn.” But behind closed doors, your boyfriend Rodrick can turn you into an entirely different kind of girl.
A/N: inspired by a jefferson!reader ask i answered. did i go overboard with this? who knows lol
C/W: corruption kink, dom/sub dynamic, dumbification kink, unprotected sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT!!), degradation kink, praise kink, cockwarming
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Nobody could really wrap their head around why you and Rodrick were dating. You were different, too different. You were the good girl. Model student, a golden child, practically perfect. Rodrick, on the other hand, was a complete neanderthal who would probably end up dropping or failing out of high school.
You supposed that that was something you liked about Rodrick. He was different from the expectations that you had to live up to. He practically lived on energy drinks, played loud ass rock music wherever he went, and wore eyeliner that was always smudged beyond any kind of definition. When you were with Rodrick, he made you feel alive.
Plus, the sex was amazing.
You sighed for what felt like the thousandth time, staring a hole into the homework that sat on your desk. Rodrick had come over to hang out, mainly because the rest of your family was out of the house, but you wanted to finish your homework before goofing off with him. But for some reason, this math worksheet was kicking your ass.
“Babe, just take a break,” Rodrick said, sitting up on your bed.
You shook your head, rubbing your eyes. “Just one more problem.”
“You said that four problems ago.” Suddenly, Rodrick was standing next to you, looking down on you. “Don’t you want a break?”
With the way you were acting, you should’ve said yes. But instead, you shook your head. What you wanted was completely different.
Rodrick noticed the pleading look in your eyes and had to stop himself from laughing. “Do you want me to help you?” You nodded. “Say it.”
“Yes.”
Any other person would immediately say no. But you knew that Rodrick wasn’t offering to help you with the math.
Rodrick grabbed your wrist, helping you get up. He scooted the chair back a little before sitting down and unbuckling his studded belt. Your mouth watered as you watched your boyfriend pull his half-erect cock out of his jeans and boxers.
“Come on, baby.” He said, one hand stroking himself while the other went under your skirt, cupping your aching pussy through your panties and making you mewl. “Aw, you’re soaking. Needy thing.”
Rodrick moved you to stand in front of him. He tucked the hem of your skirt into the waistband and moved the seat of your underwear to the side before guiding you to sit on his dick. You let out a whiny moan when Rodrick bottomed out, filling you to the brim. You leaned against his chest, trying to adjust to his size while he stroked your hair.
“You’re just useless without my dick in you, huh? Isn’t that right, pretty girl?” He hooked your legs over his spread ones to put your stuffed pussy on full display. Rodrick looked at the sight from over your shoulder. “What a pretty pussy. Look, baby. Look at how my fat dick is stretching your little cunt.”
You shuddered at his words, incredibly aroused by the way he talked to you. If you had told yourself a year ago that not only would you be dating Rodrick, but you’d also love the way he degraded you during sex, she would’ve thought you were fucking crazy.
“Okay, you know the rules.” Rodrick brought you out of your thoughts by grabbing your chin and making you look at the neglected paper you had been working on. “Finish your homework, and you can get fucked like the dirty girl you are. You only have one problem left, right?” You nodded, but that wasn’t good enough for Rodrick. His hands went down to your hips and pulled you even further down on his cock, making you squeal. “I thought you were a good girl.”
“I am.” You whined, gripping his wrist. “I am, I am.”
“Then answer me. You only have one problem left, right?”
“Yes!” Pleased, Rodrick let go of his iron grip on your hips, making you both relieved and disappointed. His hands settled on your inner thighs while you grabbed your pencil and started to read over the problem again.
But he just felt so good. You tried to discreetly grind on him, but a hard slap to your thigh deterred you from any further action.
Rodrick must have sensed that you were still having problems. “I thought my dick was supposed to help you, baby.” He cooed, fingers ghosting over your clit. “But you’re just getting dumber and dumber, aren’t you?”
“Uh-huh.” You gripped your pencil as Rodrick pinched your clit, making you jolt.
It felt like a million years before you finally finished the math problem. With every second that passed, you just became more and more needy and cockdrunk. It didn’t help that Rodrick would play with your clit every time you actually started to concentrate.
You set the pencil down on your desk. “Done?” Rodrick asked.
“Uh-huh.”
He looked over your shoulder, smiling when he saw that the paper was completely filled out. He, of course, didn’t know whether or not you were actually correct, but the fact that you finished the problem was its own accomplishment. “Looks like my girl deserves a reward, huh?”
You furiously nodded, and Rodrick grabbed your chin to smash his lips against yours. It was a sloppy battle of tongues and teeth. Not wanting to ruin your work, Rodrick moved the worksheet to the side before standing up, bringing you with him, still impaled on his cock. He broke the kiss and had you bend over the desk, staring out the window that was right in front of you.
He slowly started to pull out, spreading your cheeks so he could see how soaked his dick was in your juices. He stopped when just the tip was in, smirking at the sound of you whining about feeling empty before slamming back into your greedy cunt. Rodrick kept up a brutal pace, balls slapping your clit with every thrust.
Your eyes rolled back as Rodrick grabbed you by the hair, pulling you up so you were arching your back and looking out into the neighbor. “Imagine your family saw you like this.” He grunted in your ear. “What would they think? Seeing their precious daughter being a dirty, cockdrunk whore for me right now.” You whined loudly, incredibly grateful that the house was empty. “If only everyone knew that the golden girl gets dumb from me dicking her down.”
Rodrick reached around to start rubbing at your clit, making your legs tremble. Thank god the desk and Rodrick’s grip on your hair were holding you up. “Roddy!” You whined, screwing your eyes shut. “Roddy, I’m gonna come. Can I come?”
“Beg.” Your boyfriend responded sharply, keeping up his relentless pace.
“Please, please, please. I’ve been such a good girl for you.” You whimpered at the feeling of Rodrick continuously brushing against your G-spot. “I’m your dirty little girl. I wanna come so bad, please!”
“So fucking needy.” Rodrick groaned, speeding up the pace on your clit. “Since you wanna come so bad, do it now. All over my cock.”
The coil in your tummy snapped, and you let out a high-pitched scream at the feeling of your intense release. Your entire body shook as you covered Rodrick’s dick in your cum, which just made it easier for him to piston in and out of you. He fucked you roughly through your high, making you whimper and squirm as he chased his own.
“Fuck, gonna-” Rodrick cut himself off with a groan, spilling into you while his pace stuttered to a stop.
Slowly, he leaned on top of your worn-out body, both of you hissing at the feeling of him going deeper in you. You were quiet for a few minutes, trying to collect yourselves.
When Rodrick recovered, he left a couple kisses on your shoulder. “You okay?”
You looked back at him, a lazy grin overtaking your features. “Never been better.”
synopsis: you and rodrick were childhood best friends. after your family moved away, you fell out of touch. A few years later, you two reunite, but that line between friendship and something else blurs (basically childhood best friends to lovers trope)
pairing: rodrick heffley x fem!reader
warnings: mentions of sex, no actual smut, swearing, sort of angsty near the end? reader is described to be shorter than rodrick, good ol’ fluff
Ecstatic wasn’t a strong enough word to describe how he felt when he heard you were coming back into town. It’d been at least six years since your family had moved out of Plainview, out of your neighboring house to the Heffleys. He was so beyond ecstatic that for once, he bothered to pick up his room and actually take a proper shower. He haphazardly threw clothes in the washer, using far too much detergent but he was determined nonetheless to be at least somewhat put together. He even made his bed and straightened up collections of old objects (to the best of his ability).
He didn’t sit still the entirety of the drive to the airport, the smile unable to vanish from his lips as they got closer and closer. As he got closer and closer to finally seeing you again.
When the car came to a stop in a parking space, and he was already clambering out, hastily unbuckling his seatbelt. He was tempted to sprint to your gate, wanting to great you the moment you stepped foot off the plane, only to instead be stopped by a very disapproving hand and an annoyed look from his mom. He sighed and relented, waiting (impatiently).
Arms folded across his chest as his eyes darted to the clock every 30 seconds, anxiously anticipating your arrival. When a rush of people started to flood in, he was on the tips of his feet, trying to spot a glimpse of anything that could remotely resemble you.
Scolded by his mother to remain patient, his eyes snapped to her with a prominent frown settled on his lips, his attention diverted long enough for something — or rather someone — to crash against him. He lost his breath, the wind being entirely knocked out of him. Finally regaining his senses, he found you snuggly tucked against his chest, clutching onto him with a smile on your lips.
He breathed out your name in a soft sigh, burying his face into your hair as he kept you wrapped in his arms. There were conversations around him, other family members engaging and reuniting but all their words fell on deaf ears with you in his arms. He couldn’t even remember if he’d ever hugged you this long before, or if he had ever even hugged you were you were kids. But now he was intoxicated by you; your perfume, the same old shampoo that brought such a sense of comfort and familiarity that it made his heart ache.
“Roddy.” Your voice was soft. Just as soft as he had remembered, almost causing him to crumble at your feet. And that damned nickname he used to hate and whine about you calling him. But now it felt like heaven to hear again, like everything he missed while you were gone was sewing back up. When had he ever been this soft? For anyone? You had every wall breaking in a matter of moments.
You finally managed to separate yourselves, not quite all the way yet. Your hands stayed on his arms, his hands on your waist, as you leaned back just far enough to take him in, finally getting a look at him after so many years apart. He was almost (totally and completely) stunned.
When’d you get so…
You were torn from his arms, getting greeted by Susan and Frank instead. He watched his mom hug you, gushing over how much you’d grown. Doing the standard grown up routine where they tell you the last time they saw you, you were about ‘yay’ high with vague inaccurate gestures to how tall you really were. You really had grown. Unfortunately, Rodrick didn’t give a shit about your height. When’d you become a stunner?
After mildly dazed greetings to your parents and little brother, he finally returned to you. He was staring, which he could easily excuse as ‘it’s been so long since i’ve seen you’ rather than admit he didn’t remember you being so damn pretty.
“How have you been, Rod?” you asked, and he nearly melted again. You were sweeter than he remembered too. Maybe he had been a bad influence on you back when you were kids. He almost felt guilty. Almost. But nothing would replace every moment with you.
“Same old. Still as cool as ever,” he said, attempting some sort of badass bravado but ultimately failing as he missed the pole he was trying to lean back on, nearly toppling over. The giggle that followed from your lips almost made him wish he had fallen over just so he’d heard that sound for longer.
“Clearly,” you teased, lips curling into a playful smirk. He swooned. Every word from your lips, every syllable scratched an itch in his brain that’d bugged him for years without you. He forgot how good you made him feel. There was existing and then there was what he felt with you; liveliness, a rush of adrenaline, a safe place. How’d he go so long without you?
“You grew up,” he pointed out, taking a moment to look you over without seeming like there was any intention behind it, though all he wanted to do was admire you. He didn’t care about art, but you seemed like a damn masterpiece in his eyes, all hell to any cliche about how cheesy that’d be to admit. You were gorgeous.
“So did you,” you mimicked, scanning him from head to toe. “Finally had your growth spurt?” you teased, earning a smile from him.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever, shorty,” he retorted, not an ounce of malice behind his words. You laughed and he found himself doing the same, unmistakably enamored by such a warm, sweet sound coming from your lips he took for granted when you were kids.
You shoulder bumped against his as you walked to the car, already talking like you’d never been apart. You stumbled as you walked, too busy laughing to be watching your footing, which gave him the perfect opportunity to grab onto your arm to keep you upright. He’d held you like that before, pulling your arm along to drag you with him when you were younger, but now his skin felt on fire at the contact, sending sparks through his skin.
You climbed into the very back seats of the car beside Rodrick and his little brother, Greg. The rest of your family took the middle row of seats and his parents took the front, the car essentially packed to the brim. And terribly noisy. Everyone was still catching up, laughs erupting from every row of the car, especially from you and Rodrick who were nearly tossing around with laughter, earning looks from Greg. Which only ended up in Rodrick and Greg fighting, leaving you to watch with an amused and affectionate smile. They hadn’t changed.
The car pulled to a stop in the Heffley’s driveway. With you beside him, he could’ve sworn it was 6 years ago all over again. The two of you coming home from school or the park, or the movie.. and then he was lost again, too caught up in memories to notice when you climbed out of the car.
“Coming, Roddy?” That familiar sweet voice asked and he was quick to follow it like a siren’s song, beckoning to him and pulling him in. He helped you with your bags, attempting to appear somewhat strong around you and possibly a gentleman? Whatever got your attention was fine with him.
He led you to his room, a proud smirk on his lips when he noticed your astonished look at how damn clean it was in contrast to everything you ever once knew.
“Who are you?” you teased, eyes scanning the uncharacteristically tidy room.
“I’m a new man,” he joked back, setting your bag on the floor.
“Then where’s my Rodrick?” you asked, taking backwards steps towards his bed so your eyes would stay on his. “Because he would never let this atrocity slide.” You collapsed onto his bed, bouncing back against the mattress as you lied on your back. All he could do was watch for a moment, hypnotized by how something so mundane could still make you look ethereal.
“Right here,” he replied, following you towards the bed. He flopped onto the space beside you, putting his hands behind his head.
“What’d I miss while I was away?” you asked curiously, turning on your side to face him. His head tilted to the side to meet your gaze, feeling the same magnetic pull all over again.
“Where do I start?” he mused. It almost sounded like he had matured a bit. That scandalous, teenage dirtbag of a boy you once knew finally grew up (hardly the truth).
“Greg got the cheese touch,” he said, a smile pulling at the corners of my lips. Your eyes widened a bit. You’d forgotten all about that.
“Jesus, that’s still around?” you laughed, your smile starting to mirror his.
“It was,” he corrected. “Long story but it’s been dragged away from us. And it’s off the blacktop. Stain’s still there though,” he explained, his eyes flickering between yours.
“Such a sacred thing, thrown away,” you tsked, shaking your head in mock disappointment, earning a small chuckle from him.
“Greg was in the school play too,” he recalled, shifting to lie on his side, facing you. The laugh that escaped your lips made him desperate to hear it again.
“How’d that go?” you asked, voice laced with humor and amusement.
“Like shit,” he answered. “He got into a fight with a girl… and the dumb shit lost.”
Both of you fell into laughter. He watched your eyes squeeze shut, nose slightly scrunching up, lips curled into a smile as your giggles filled the space between you. He could stare at you all day and never get tired of the sight. He felt flutters in his stomach, a feeling he’d only ever felt around Heather Hills or some other girl he was pining after you. But you…? He’d never once dared think about you that way. But your sweet voice, warm laugh, soft eyes, every imperfection, every line, mark, scar, anything. You topped any other girl he’s seen before. He could still see the remnants of the little kid he once knew in your smile, in your eyes, but you had grown. And so had he. And now something was stirring inside him that refused to be put to rest. And he really didn’t want the feeling to go away.
“Anything else I should know about?” you asked with raised eyebrows, wishing you could’ve been there through it all.
“I threw a party,” he started, a subtle smirk appearing on my lips. “Nearly everyone was there.”
“I must’ve missed the invite,” you sighed. He almost felt guilty and he might’ve if you hadn’t let a smile follow your words.
“My parents and Manny were out for the weekend, or they were supposed to be,” he explained with an eye roll. “The house was trashed and me and Greg had to pick it up in under an hour. We ended up having to replace the bathroom door,” his words broke up with a bit of laughter, triggering a laugh of your own. “The door we replaced it with didn’t have a lock and I nearly convinced mom of it.”
“You got caught, didn’t you?” you teased.
“I’m an excellent liar,” he defended. “Terrible at deleting camera footage though,” he added. You scoffed and rolled your eyes, shaking your head in amusement.
“There’s the idiot,” you taunted.
“Missed me, huh?”
“More than you know.”
The rest of the night was essentially the same. Your families ate dinner together — bringing back memories of the countless number of times you ate Susan’s cooking to be with Rodrick — and managed to sit through a movie together with a few disruptions from Manny followed by groans of annoyance from the two older brothers and your laughter.
As the end credits of the movie rolled, your parents headed to the guest room followed by your little brother. Susan and Frank retired to their rooms, putting Manny down and sending Greg off to bed. You and Rodrick made your way to his room, surrounded by a comfortable air of silence.
“I can take the couch,” he offered again. “Or the floor. I can sleep anywhere.” You laughed and nudged him to shut him up.
“We’ve split a bed before, Rodrick,” you teased. Not when I felt like this, he thought, his eyes following you as he saw you sit down on his bed. “I’ve dealt with your drool before.” He groaned and rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, and I’ve dealt with your snoring,” he shot back, collapsing on the bed beside you.
“I do not snore!” you protested, gasping in mock offense.
“Do too!” he argued back, the childish banter making him feel more at home that he had in years. More than he had since you left.
“Yeah, well, at least I don’t leave a wet patch on the pillow every night,” you countered, trying to hide the grin on your lips.
“That’s why there’s two sides to the pillow,” he defended.
“Gross!” you cried out, your words mixing in with your laughter. Everything in him softened and melted at the sound. How were you doing this to him? Reducing him to a puddle of affection for you.
He launched towards you and pulled you down, wrestling against you. His arms locked tightly around your waist, pressing you against him just so he could hold you. You gasped and squirmed against him, in a fit of laughter. That sound so close to his ear had his mind in a maelstrom, never wanting the noise to end.
Eventually you relaxed in his arms, exhausted from travel. You ended up a tangled mess of limbs as you laid wrapped up in each other’s arms. Silence fell over you and turned into nothing but your soft, steady breaths. He watched with undeniable amounts of affection in his eyes. Your eyelashes against your cheek, the peaceful expression on your features. He would drown in you if he could, swim in your ocean, be stranded without a chance of being saved. He was helpless.
Notorious for sleeping, Rodrick slept most of the morning away, you wrapped up in his arms, never moving from the position you fell asleep in. He was more content than he had been in years, surrounded by the warmth you brought, leaving him in pure bliss. The room stayed dark as minutes turned into hours, never a disturbance in either of your slumbers.
Well… until there was a bang on the door, startling you both into consciousness.
“Mom said get your lazy butts out of bed!” Greg called from the other side of the door.
“Greg Heffley!” Susan scolded, earning a scoff from Greg followed by the patter of his feet walking up the stairs and away from the door. Rodrick grumbled under his breath and you let out a quiet huff of a laugh. You slowly separated, untangling yourselves. He collapsed back against the pillow, reluctant to leave the comfort of his bed. You pushed yourself up, eyes still on his form. His shirt rode up a bit. Something so insignificant and mundane that it shouldn’t matter but it’s where your eyes seemed to land for a moment.
“You heard the boy. We have to get up,” you reminded, gently pulling on his arm to get him up. He mumbled into his pillow in protest, his words muffled. You rolled your eyes and stood up, heading over to your bag still in the same spot it’d been since Rodrick set it there. He slowly rolled off the bed and got himself on his feet, trudging over to the door.
“You drooled on my shirt,” you pointed out, glancing at the small patch on your shirt.
“Did not,” he scoffed, stretching as he walked. You turned towards him and gestured to the spot. “Huh,” he huffed.
“I liked this shirt,” you complained, biting back the smile that threatened to appear.
“I’ll buy you a new one,” he promised.
“With what money?” you teased.
“Shut up.” He smiled.
Breakfast was far more chaotic than dinner. Rodrick dumped the burnt food into the trash can, a prominent frown on his lips as he stared at the charred remnants of something that was edible at some point. Once again, in an attempt to impress you, he thought he could make pancakes for breakfast. But he saw you across the room, every step seeming graceful to him. The way your hand would tuck away loose strands of hair behind your ear, your lips moving as you spoke, the warm feeling your presence brought. He was so wrapped up in you, drowning in you, only to be snapped into reality at the smell of burning beside him.
“Think you overdid it,” your voice said from beside him. He shot you a glare, not an ounce of real malice behind it. His annoyed look faded the second he saw your lips curl into a smile. Why was he upset again?
“What? You don’t like your pancakes well done?” he joked back, regaining his composure once his eyes weren’t on you. He grabbed the bowl of batter and poured more into the pan, making another attempt at pancakes.
“Shoot for medium next time,” you teased, watching him with a humor-filled look, hoping it masked the utter feeling of fondness. His hair was messy than usual, never tamed from his bed head, the faintest hint of rasp to his voice, traces of sleep still ever present. And was it so wrong just to miss someone that was the biggest part of your childhood? Even if this felt like more than just that.
With a few ‘gentle’ reminders and too much laughter to be taken seriously, he managed to get a couple of non-disastrous pancakes out. Perched up on the counter beside one another, finding familiarity in such a simple thing. It was hard to imagine you’d ever been apart.
“What was it like.. wherever you were living?” Rodrick spoke up after a while with a mouthful of pancake, realizing you had only listened to him ramble about his time here. You huffed out a quiet laugh, your attention shifting over to him with a faint smile.
“Boring. Just some shitty small town. Nothing important,” you shrugged, setting the empty plate down on the countertop beside you.
“Cause I wasn’t there,” Rodrick teased, nudging your shoulder with his.
“You’re not wrong,” you agreed, nudging him back. His smirk softened into a smile, hoping that he meant as much to you as you meant to him. “Which would be a first,” you added jokingly, earning a fake frown from him.
“Well, first time for everything, right?” he managed, attempting to seem casual as he leaned a fraction closer to you. His fingers twitched, terribly close to yours but he wasn’t bold enough to reach out. He nearly gathered the courage, swearing he saw your gaze slip down to his lips before the moment was lost.
Susan’s voice spoke your name, snapping your attention in her direction while Rodrick internally groaned. Cockblocker.
“How long are you guys staying in town?” Susan asked, a warm smile on her lips as she cleaned up the dishes in the sink.
“Couple weeks, I think,” you answered. Rodrick frowned again. Couple weeks was all he got? Just to lose you all over again?
“Why don’t you move back?” Rodrick voiced, his eyes on something distant in the room. Both yours and Susan’s eyes snapped over to him, Susan seconds away from reminding him of manners and that it’s your parents’ decision.
“I wish,” you mumbled, finding Rodrick’s gaze again. Susan quickly silenced, looking between the two of you. She turned away without a word.
“Miss me that much?” he teased, attempting to lighten your seemingly off disposition.
“Are you crazy?” you shot back, pushing his shoulder before hopping off the counter. He clutched his shoulder, groaning in faux pain.
“After all that I’ve done for you?” he frowned, leaning slightly closer to you.
“Be a pain in my ass?” you remarked, raising an eyebrow.
“It’s my way of showing my care,” he huffed, tilting his chin up with mock arrogance.
“You should work on that,” you teased.
The next week or so was relatively the same. Chaotic, crowded meals, catching up on all the lost time, Rodrick. Practically attached to each other. Wherever he went, you followed. You asked for something and he was diving to get it for you. It earned smiles from your parents, saying “some things never change” but something was different. Some weird flutter that’d never been there before. Some stupid spark you’d only hear in cheesy romances. But to think that you.. and Rodrick? It wouldn’t work, or at least you reminded yourself of that and decided to bury whatever it was you were feeling. You just missed him. That’s all it had to be.
Rodrick suffered the same torment. It had to just be something hormonal which is why he got so damn excited when he saw you or why he suddenly wanted you in every way imaginable. But, subtlety wasn’t his specialty and Greg caught onto his feelings before he recognized them himself.
“You’re staring,” he would mock, watching Rodrick’s eyes follow you across the room before snickering to himself. It didn’t take long before he was blabbering to your brother about it. Thankfully, the word never got around to you.
Bothered by all the comments and remarks, he made it his mission to only be around you when Greg wasn’t around. He’d steer you off to his room or drag you out to his van to take a drive. It became so common that your mom eventually prompted taking all the kids on a drive. With a white-knuckled grip and an awkward silence in the air, the drive was short-lived before the youngest were dropped off at the house and you and Rodrick were off again, driving off to a diner.
“Little pricks,” Rodrick grumbled with a mouthful of fries. “Can’t believe I had to drive those little shits around.”
“Rodrick, it was a 10 minute drive,” you reminded, an amused smile pulling at the corners of your lips. He pauses his chewing, sending you a hard look across the booth.
“Worst 10 minutes of my life,” he retorted before taking another bite of his burger. “If I wanted to drag them along, I would’ve done it.”
“You’re dramatic,” you teased, stealing a fry off his plate. He shot you a glare and slapped your hand away as you reached for another, a laugh leaving your lips. Every ounce of annoyance faded nearly instantly, but he kept the frown on his lips.
“Quit stealing my food. Not my fault you didn’t choose fries as a side,” he huffed, shaking his head in faux irritation.
“Dickhead,” you scoffed, leaning back with a smile on your lips only to have a fry tossed at you. “Rude.” He batted his eyelashes innocently.
“I thought you wanted a fry?”
The night was the same. Scarfing down his food before urging you off to his room so he didn’t have to be stuck with the other family members. He flopped on his bed as he watched you look through old collections of items in his room. His eyes never strayed away, watching every step, every slight movement of your fingers, tracing over shelves, picking up old toys his mom refused to let him get rid of “in case Manny wanted them”. He watched the sway of your hips, tracking every step you took; everything seeming nearly angelic to him.
“Can’t believe you still have this,” he heard you say, effectively snapping out of whatever trance you had put him in. He propped himself up on his forearms, focusing on the old action figure toy in your hands. “Remember when you managed to get it stuck on the roof?” you recalled, glancing back at him with a smile.
“Oh shut up,” he huffed, rolling his eyes to mask the affection he felt. He dropped back onto the bed, leaning back against the pillow. You set the toy down and headed over to him, sitting on the bed beside him.
“You alright?” you asked, watching the way he adverted his eyes onto the ceiling.
“Never better,” he breathed, resting one hand behind his head and the other splayed out on his stomach over the fabric of his shirt. He managed to shift his eyes back over to you, choking back the urge to throw caution to the window and wrap his arms around you.
He wasn’t sure if it was a blessing or a curse when you made that move for him, laying down beside him. He hesitated for a long moment before letting his arm wrap around you, pulling you into his side until you eventually fell asleep. He didn’t sleep for a while. He hardly even breathed, not wanting to disturb you from that peaceful look on your features that somehow made you prettier to him.
No surprise that you woke up before him, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest with his face half buried in the pillow. You stayed beside him for a while, reluctant to move from such a warm embrace. Fingers carded through his hair, already tousled from shifting on the pillow. You hugged him a bit closer which eventually triggered him to wake up but he didn’t move or speak, content with staying where he was. It was a while before either you made any move to show you were awake.
“Remember that old arcade we used to go to?” Rodrick spoke as you came back into his room from the bathroom. You paused in your steps for a moment.
“Back when you used to break into Greg’s piggybank so we had money?” you teased lightly, earning a smile from him.
“Still would,” he joked back with a reminiscing sigh. He sat up on his bed after a moment, running a hand through his hair.
“What about it?” you asked, standing at the edge of the bed, eyes flickering over his sleep-filled features, the lingering peacefulness still there.
“We should go,” he prompted, leaning back on his hands. “Without the little shits,” he quickly added, a small scowl on his lips. With a laugh from you, it softened.
“Then get your ass out of bed,” you huffed, nudging his leg before turning away to get changed.
In record time, he was ushering you out the door, dragging you out of the house before his mom could even suggest bringing your little siblings along.
As the evening settled in, the sun dipping past the horizon, Rodrick leaned back against the hood of his car, watching the view. It was something he might’ve never given thought towards, but a simple request from you to watch the sunset and he found himself as lost as you in the blended colors lighting the sky. Yes, he was appreciative of such a sight but nothing compared to the golden glow seemingly softening your features as you sat on the hood, watching the very same view he was. The glint in your eyes, hair lightly blowing in the wind, just enough to blow a strand of hair in front of your eyes which he was tempted to move out of the way for you. His gaze lowered from your eyes to the stuffed animal in your lap, one he had spent countless tries and endless tickets on to get for you. An imperceptible smile tugged at the corners of his lips, the image of how you lit up fresh in his mind.
“Not thinking of stealing him, are you?” Your voice broke his trance, noticing his zoned out gaze focused on the toy in your lap. He shook his head, his smile growing a fraction.
“Wouldn’t be stealing considering I was the one that won him,” he teased back, his eyes settling on yours again, an uncharacteristic look of utter fondness in his eyes. The look only intensified as he watched you hold the animal tighter against you in a protective manner.
The air filled with comfortable silence, for once feeling unpressured to carry on meaningless conversation. His thoughts had finally quieted too, content in the bliss of your presence. It wasn’t until he felt the subtle touch of your pinky brush against his that seemed to disrupt the emptiness in his mind. His eyes lowered, watching your hand linger so close to his that he wouldn’t have to move more than an inch to interlace your fingers with his — a tempting notion that he managed to surprise for a grand total of a couple seconds. His hand nudged towards yours, pinky interlocking with his until he built up the courage to fully take your hand in his.
His mind got busier and busier with every second your hand remained tangled with his, a million ‘what if?’s and worries swarming his thoughts. The once atmospheric calmness was now disrupted by the maelstrom of possibilities tearing through his mind. Your attention was diverted back to him as his hand subconsciously tightened around yours, trying to ground him back to the present unsuccessfully.
“Something wrong?” you asked softly, the worry in your voice sending an unfitting shock of fear down his spine. You cared, and that was enough to make his heart ache, reminded of all the negative outcomes and how the quantity of those greatly outweighed the positive outcomes. For a moment, he had simply let himself get carried in such an unreasonable fantasy; that you would ever be his.
“Nothing,” he answered a bit too harshly for his own taste, pulling his hand from yours. The cold shock that ran through him was immediate, already missing the warmth against his palm and between his fingers. Human touch, or rather just your touch had never been such an insatiable craving, not until you came bounding back into his life. How was he to deal?
After the unsettling feeling of coldness against his skin, your hurt expression was the next thing to hit him. Panicked and remorseful eyes — as if you’d done something wrong — sent another pang through him. He wanted to apologize, explain that he was in WAY over his head and he had no right to take it out on you. But pride and stubbornness kept those words on the tip of his tongue, forcing his gaze away.
“Rodrick… can we talk?” you asked tentatively after the tense stretch of silence that had followed his dismissal. He quickly rejected the idea, shaking his head as he stepped away from the hood of the car, managing to put distance between you.
“There’s nothing to talk about. I’m fine.” A terrible lie and an obvious one at that. Notorious for lying and cheating his way out of things but this was the one thing he couldn’t manage?
“That wasn’t my point…” you sighed, pushing away from the car, sitting the bear on top of it. He might’ve cracked a smile if his heart hadn’t been a couple beats from escaping his chest. “I meant about us,” you started, searching his eyes for any sort of gauge to his reaction.
“What?” he scoffed, wide eyes a dead giveaway to the utter shock and fearfulness that ran through him, something you should’ve called him out on. “We’re fine. We- w-wha..” he rambled, one hand raised in a frantic gesture as he begged for an explanation to appear in his mind.
“Something just,” feels different were the words planning to follow but Rodrick was already rushing to speak, determined to postpone your words, thinking they’d be less real next time you’d say them.
“We’ve gotta head back. It’s getting dark,” he awkwardly excused, already making a beeline for the drivers seat.
“Curfew’s not until-”
“Fuck, I don’t care about curfew!” he snapped, his eyes darting back to yours, once freaked look now hardened. His jaw was tense for a moment longer before he slumped, unable to last under the sight of your frightful eyes.
“I’m just asking to talk,” you tried to start again, hoping to lower the guards blocking your way from him.
“I don’t wanna talk. Just get in the fucking car,” he mumbled, his hand hovering over the door handle to the drivers side before slipping in.
The car ride home was torturous.
The passenger door shuts and he starts the engine, snapping him out of his thoughts. Wordlessly and in painfully tense silence, he begins the drive home.
He zoned out, street and traffic lights seeming like a blur of color in his vision, nothing distinct enough to be memorable. Stubborn, neither spoke a word, the only sound being the small clatter of objects in the back with every bump in the road. The space felt too small. In a perfect world, he would’ve let his hand rest on your thigh. But of course… you weren’t his. It wasn’t his right to do such a thing.
The ride lasted an eternity but finally he could see the familiarity of their house coming into view. He couldn’t have been more grateful. He was undoing his seatbelt before it had fully come to a stop, beyond anxious to get an ounce of relief and a breath of air. You watched with worried eyes as he hurried inside like the car was on fire, instantly feeling a pang of guilt as if you’d done something wrong. Slowly, you followed inside.
You trudged downstairs to his room, the space vacant and feeling strangely emptier than usual. He wasn’t there either. You sighed and rummaged through your bag for a fresh set of clothes to change into after you showered.
His door swung open a while later, too absorbed in your own worries and guilt-filled thoughts. Your gaze snapped up from where you were sitting on the floor. Rodrick, fresh from a shower, paused in the doorway, his gaze fixating on you. He opened his mouth to speak but you were beating him to it.
“Did I do something wrong?” you blurted out, that pit in you stomach getting the better of your rationality. He panicked, dodging the question instinctively.
“Why are you sitting on the floor?” he asked, seeming to disregard your question.
“Rodrick,” you reprimanded.
“There’s more comfortable places to sit,” he continued, slightly panicked eyes looking around his room.
“Rodrick,” you tried to intervene again.
“The bed, the chair-”
“Rodrick!”
He finally shut up as he saw you rise to your feet and heard the snap in your voice, finally gaining his attention. He gave you a guilty look, like a puppy being scolded for destroying a toy.
“What did I do?” you asked, voice just as pleading as the look in his eyes. His heart clenched a bit. You hadn’t done anything wrong. He just couldn’t get a grip. “You keep running away. Did I do something?” you asked worriedly again, anxiety skyrocketing with every moment he managed to stay quiet.
How did he explain this? He was falling. Hard. Harder than he understood and faster than he could wrap his head around. It was some force to be reckoned with, but he couldn’t deal. He didn’t even know what the feeling was. The flutter in his heart, the turning in his stomach, the heat coursing through him, the twinge in his gut. His chest ached. He craved you more than anything he ever had before. It was a sick feeling. Yearning, longing, pining, utter desperation to have something he knew he couldn’t and shouldn’t have. He couldn’t ruin this. This feeling would pass.. it had to. It was just hormones or he just missed you and he was mistaking it for something he couldn’t name yet.
Then there was the look in your eyes again. The same eyes he found himself getting lost in a little too easily. The same gaze he wanted to hold through it all. But the pained and troubled look in your eyes is something he never wanted. He missed seeing the smile in your eyes, the brightness, the liveliness. Or the way they’d shut when you laughed too hard. How your lips would curl into a smile, or a pout when he kept poking fun at you. All things he had missed so dearly. He hadn’t known he had missed them until he finally got to see them again, suddenly reminded of every good moment spent with you. Every moment you saved his life without trying. Every moment he fell harder and harder. Every moment he loved you…
He’d seen you everywhere when you were gone. In the simple things. Beautiful things. You were in the stars, in the water, in the flowers, everywhere. Everything could remind him of you. He could think of music and hope that you’d like it too. Or hope that you’d be proud of his band, which he found made him think of you often. He saw you in the moon, wondering if you’d be staring be staring up at the dark sky too, watching the moon and hoping he was thinking of you. Had he done all these things? Had he thought of you this much? Had he always loved you like this? Love… That stupid fucking word. He hated it. He couldn’t love you.
“Rodrick,” you spoke softly, dragging him out of his thoughts. His eyes refocused on you and it really hit him. He loved you. More than a friend loves another. Not in the way he used to force himself to believe. How could he mistake such a feeling?
He lost his logic. The burn in his chest, the whirlpool of thoughts. It was too loud, too tormenting. He couldn’t deal. He missed the spark of warmth whenever his hands were on you. He missed the tingly feeling his skin got. He missed how much better he felt when you were close.
His hands flew to your waist and pulled you in until your lips crashed against his. He’d regret this, he was almost sure of it, but he couldn’t live without one taste of your lips. How many times had he thought of this that he disregarded? How many times had he blocked that idea out of his mind, banishing it from his thoughts? Why hadn’t he given in?
The voices and questions slowly quieted, everything resolving to one simple truth as his lips stayed on yours. He loved you. That was final. It’d been final all this time, it just took him so long to come around.
Every inch of his skin ignited. The softness of your lips against his, your waist under his touch. He wanted more, so much more. He wanted to worship you. Kiss every inch of skin to make up for every moment he’d denied himself of it. To finally show you just how much he cares. Just how much he softens around you. How the boy that normally cares about nothing shows endless amounts of affection for you. The one who loved you. Who always had.
His lips broke away from yours, his eyes slowly fluttering open to find you wide-eyed and completely speechless. He was too content with his realization to panic for a moment before he abruptly tore his hands away, craving the contact again already.
He opened his mouth to speak, the words he meant to say being ‘I’m sorry’ but what he managed to say was, “I love you.” The hell was he thinking? That’s not something you spring on someone.
“What?” you asked. What was the appropriate response? Surely ‘I love you too’ should be the right thing to say, but that crossed the boundary of friends. Thank you? Is that the right answer?
“I don’t wanna repeat myself,” Rodrick grumbled, trying to keep a shred of his dignity in tact if this didn’t go in his favour.
“Rodrick-”
“Forget it,” he huffed, taking another step back. He could hear the denial in your voice and the last thing he wanted was to suffer some pitiful rejection. ‘I love you as a friend’ or ‘this won’t work’. The last thing he wanted to hear was that he ruined what he had.
“Rodrick, stop it,” you tried to intervene, trying to close the distance he had created but he stepped back again.
“I don’t need some stupid-” he attempted to protest again, putting his hand up to stop you as his eyes lowered with another step back.
“Goddamn it, Rodrick, listen!” you snapped, your voice rising louder than you meant it to. He recoiled, his eyes elsewhere before slowly finding their way back to you, glassy. You took a shaky breath, pinching the bridge of your nose before finding your voice again. “Would you stop running?” you pleaded, voice softer than before.
“I’m not running,” he defended weakly, the lie obvious on his lips. All he’s done is ran. Ran from the possibility that he could ever feel something for you and that maybe he always has.
“Rodrick.”
He broke.
The sweetness in your voice, the care, warmth. Despite himself, a tear escaped, silently rolling down his cheek. He was already wiping it away before it could get far, a bitter taste in his mouth at the mere thought of seeming weak in front of anyone.
“Roddy…”
Another tear. Then when he felt your arms around him, he clung onto you like a lifeline, the fabric of your shirt bunching up in his grip. Such high walls he’d built up for years crumbling with just his name from your lips. A stupid nickname he scowled at when he was younger. One he’d frown at if anyone else called him that. But it was perfect coming from your lips. Everything was.
His eyes fluttered shut, his face buried into your neck as he held you against him. He took a deep breath, your scent filling his senses, wishing he could drown in it. The warmth of your body against his overrides his mind, leaving him breathless.
A few shuddering breaths later and he managed to gather himself enough to meet your gaze. His hands lingered on your waist, unwillingly to put much space between you. He leaned heavily into your touch when you gently cupped his cheek, nuzzling against your palm like he was starved of affection. He watched the way your eyes softened and he nearly trembled again.
“Do you…?” he managed after a moment, the question trailing off but the implication was clear. Did you love him? There was a long pause, your throat closing up as the threat of tears started to burn in your eyes. He swore his heart stopped when he saw you nod. His lips parted in surprise, feeling the world stop turning around him.
“Of course I do,” you mumbled, brushing the remnants of a tear from his cheek, feeling your own threaten to spill over. “And if you would listen once in a while instead of being a dumbass,” you added with a breathless laugh, a weak smile finding a way to both your lips. You took another deep breath, trying to calm the maelstrom of thoughts. You opened your mouth to speak before eventually closing it again, failing for the right words.
“Don’t,” he whispered, his hands moving to your back to push you flush against him. One hand stayed on the small of your back while his other hand found its way to your cheek, his touch nearly featherlight, a side to him that anyone would’ve deemed impossible years ago. His eyes flickered between your eyes and lips, a silent request and understanding passing between you without another word mumbled. With one more glance, his lips were on yours. He let out a shaky sigh against your lips when your hands found purchase in his hair. His hands moved to your hips, pushing and pulling you against him, trying to erase any possible distance.
The kiss broke, his forehead leaned against yours. He took a moment to catch his breath, still feeling the rush of emotions coursing through him. He watched the dazed smile on your lips, the smile mirrored into his own lips. His nose brushed against yours before he captured your lips in another soft kiss, needing some confirmation that this was real. With a quick break again, his lips were covering yours, deeper this time.
Maybe some instinct still lingered in his mind but his steps were clear as he backed you towards his bed. He was lost, unable to think about anything else but you, which wasn’t something he seemed to mind. He only managed to snap out of his trance when his lips felt cold again, realizing you’d broken away. Then your breathless laughter.
“Rodrick, have you forgotten your family and mine is currently in this house?” you reminded him, lightly pushing him back before your legs hit the edge of the bed.
“Don’t care,” he mumbled, already chasing after your lips again but you pushed him back again, a frown forming on his lips.
“I do,” you laughed. He pulled back, letting his hands hold your waist, scared that if he let go, you would disappear. “And… I don’t wanna rush this,” you added, lightly poking his chest. He rolled his eyes and eventually let go of you, flopping onto his bed.
“Whatever,” he jokingly grumbled, burying his face into his pillow. You scoffed and slapped his arm lightly. You could see the smile he tried to hide with the pillow.
“You’re really gonna be like that?” you sighed, sitting down on the bed beside him. His arm draped over your lap, trying to tug you closer.
“You could make it up to me,” he mumbled, picking his head up to look at you, a shit-eating smirk on his lips.
“I hate you,” you said, the smile on your lips conveying just the opposite. He sat up, his smirk softening into a smile. He leaned slightly closer, one hand resting on your hip while the other landed on your cheek again.
“Go tell them there’s a fire or something. Get them out of the house,” he jokingly ordered, a whine to his voice that earned a laugh from you. “So then I can have you to myself,” he added, letting his thumb trace over your bottom lip before pulling his hand away.
“Not sleeping with you,” you reminded, tilting your head slightly. He groaned loudly, flopping against the bed. “Yet.” He perked up again before groaning again, realizing that required waiting. He sighed, covering his face with his arm.
“You’re gonna kill me.”
“I love you.”
He smiled, his eyes closing in bliss at those three words, never realizing how badly he’d longed to hear them fall from your lips.
“Not gonna say it back?” you teased, nudging his side.
“Was once not enough for you?” he jokingly shot back, peeking an eye open to look over at you. You shot him a stern look and he instantly caved. With a mock sigh of exasperation he spoke.
“I love you too.”
Your lips met his in a sweet, brief kiss, the gesture already seeming so natural.
He sighed when he felt weight lift off the mattress, watching as you started to head towards the bathroom.
“I’ve gotta shower,” you told him, lingering at the bottom of the steps.
“I could join you in there!” he called out, propping himself up on his elbows.
“Rodrick!” you scolded again. He snickered.
“I’m just saying!”
a/n: this has been in my drafts for probably a year now, sorry i’ve been MIA for forever hopefully more soon 🤞 also sorry if this feels a little unfinished there was a huge part i took out cause it just wasn’t fitting
just reread your rodrick x hyperfem reader AND IT HAS ME BACK INTO THE GOOD OLD CHOKEHOLD
so if you do still write for him (ignore if you dont <3) maybe some headcanons of them after the prom? 😋
(devon bostick is so FINE)
oh FUCK yes babes. lemme tell you something about roddy and hyperfemme reader. almost immediately after your song finishes and you lock lips in a kiss that rocks both your worlds and blows your minds, it's over for you. you're joint at the hip and locked at the lip every moment after that. both of your friend groups are pissed because whenever they're looking for you you're either sitting on Roddy's lap doing his eyeliner (and putting a little glittery highlighter here and there) or making out in the back of his van. you are completely a package deal, if someone wants one of you they are GOING to get both of you. after the last time roddy insisted on you sleeping in his room or threatening to run away and elope in vegas, Susan decided you know what? this could actually be a lot worse! at least most of Rodrick's energy (or lackthereof, please get this boy some antidepressants) is directed at you instead of harrassing his brother all the time. he still harasses Greg, but that's more of that brother stuff Susan doesn't know about. and that's how you in all your sparkly pink "what like it's hard?" lip glossed glory end up at the heffley's house more often than the actual heffleys.
→﹐ 𓏵﹒ PAIRING.﹒⟢ ⸻ rodrick heffley x gender neutral reader
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I have written all of this out just from the pure boredom that I go through on a constant, daily basis, and because I have am also very touched starved for affection and bored and want to write and I have a constant fuel for writing and for roleplaying, but I have so many google doc’s for my original characters that I have to finish and i wanna get into a friend group without getting to weird and to attached to other people. Anyways I have no brain cells to write a proper sentence nor do I have the proper brain cells to come up with some jaw dropping title that will make people go like “oh wow that’s a super cool title… wish I came up with that title” BUT NOOOOOOO I came up with drummer boy, and it’s going to stay like that for a while until I come up with something better. I’m going to make a bot for these headcanons by the way THEYRE TO GOOD RO NOT MAKE BOTS FOR. Anyways I have to go back to school tomorrow because I accidentally stepped on my glasses and the leg came off and then another day the other leg of my glasses randomly fell off so I almost missed an entire week and now I am being informed I’m going back to school tomorrow so I have to switch bags because I’m not going back to school having a juicy couture bag and a plush backpack while having the face of an abomination because I’ll just look like some weird weeb with an anime fetish and I also have to make a bunch of focuses for my apps so nobody knows my deepest darkest secret: I run a tumblr blog and post headcanons and all that stuff. I have so much on my plate right now but it’s okay. I’m sorry if any of the bots are weird with their replies, IM SORRY😭
🥁 ⸺ Rodrick, who’s like a touch starved puppy, always following his lover around as if he were afraid of losing them if he were to be separated from them.
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🥁 ⸺ literal definition of ‘written by a woman’ that’s been mashed up with a touch starved puppy who just wants some belly rubs along with an emo guy. He’ll follow his partner around, offering to carry their stuff and also compliment his partner because LISTENNN. he’s a very yappery type of man when it comes to complimenting his partner, and I think he’d have quite the emotional attachment to his partner
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🥁 ⸺ if his partner likes music playing at their birthday parties ( IF HIS PARTNER CELEBRATES THEIR BIRTHDAY ) then Rodrick will make subtle hints at him wanting to have his band perform at his partners birthday party, from nudging their shoulder and stuff, and if his partner doesn’t get the hint then he will practically go on his knees and beg his partner to let him play for their birthday party ( please do, he’ll make it worth it. )
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🥁 ⸺ most likely would have the mentality of a freshman attempting to appear cool to the upper grades, he’d try to steal things from stores that his significant other shops at and if he’s confronted about it by his partner he’ll be all like “whattttt?? pschhh.. no, I didn’t stea- yeah I stole.” He can’t help but tell the truth to his partner, he hates lying to them. I MADE A BOT FOR THIS HEADCANON
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🥁 ⸺ best. person. to gossip with!! ( if his partners into that ), he’ll probably forget about it almost immediately so don’t worry about him telling others about it, and it’s not like he has people to tell it to ( except for his band mates, who would be brushing him off and be like “he’s in love love😭” )
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🥁 ⸺ when he’s hanging out with his band, he’ll sometimes be like “I miss them,” “it’s been what, a few minutes without them?”
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🥁 ⸺ I like to think that he would read some very cheesy poetry to his lover from his lovers window, not poetry that he’s came up with be because he’s obviously to dumb for that, but he’ll read some poetry from a poetry book while some flower petals of his partners favorite flowers are scattered all over him and he’d definitely have one of his bandmates Chris or Ben hiding somewhere and spraying water on him to make it seem like it’s raining for it to be very dramatic as he’s busy trying to pronounce words that are out of his vocabulary while the pages are getting wet from the water spraying onto it, because of him looking at the book most of the time while he’s trying to read to his partner sappy love poetry, he looks like a pastor ( he didn’t memorize the poetry which was his plan, but OOPS!!!!!! he didn’t remember. ) I MADE A BOT FOR THIS HEADCANON
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🥁 ⸺ he burns cd’s for his partner, 100%, definitely, he’s an emo or either punk guy, NO DOUBT ( I love that band they’re super good but that’s not the point ), his first ever burned cd given to his partner had some cheesy line written on it ( “drowning in your eyes”, thanks to his mom happily helping him make it up ) along with his and his crushes initials and along with the day they would both get together, so for like example: ‘drowning in your eyes: R+V & 2/14/13’ ( my OC’s initial + the day Rodrick and her got together ), and the songs that Rodrick would burn onto the cd would be ‘I’m not okay ( I promise )’, ‘Vampires will never hurt you’ + ‘This is the best day ever’ all by My Chemical Romance, ‘last night on earth’ by Green Day, ‘the middle’ by Jimmy Eat World, along with some favorite songs of his partner that he’s taken the time to learn. HERES THE LINK TO THE PLAYLIST !! & I MADE A BOT FOR THIS HEADCANON
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🥁 ⸺ literally like a schoolgirl in love, in private he’s a giggling mess about his partner and kicking his feet up, but quickly switches sides if someone walks in on him and denies over and over, even if they find out. “Deny deny deny, even if they find out… deny.”
“This next song is dedicated to the love of my life, my one and only, my favorite person in the whole world, the reason I get out of bed almost every day—” Rodrick was abruptly cut off in his introduction by a band mate.
“Dude! Just start the song!” His guitar player shouted as you beamed brightly with your hands on your cheeks, trying to cover your insanely goofy smile.
“This is for y/n!” Rodrick yelled before singing the lyrics of a fictional boy band’s song, “You’re lookin’ for a boyfriend, I see that, gimme time you know I’m gonna be that!” He pointed at you, causing all eyes to fall onto you, and maybe cringe a bit at his singing but you loved it. Rodrick hopped off stage unexpectedly and gave you a dramatic kiss in front of the crowd, who awkward clapped in reaction. But you didn’t care what they thought of you two. All that mattered was that you were in love.
