Summary: You are one bad grade from failing Anatomy, but thankfully Rodney has offered to help you.
You were going to fail. You just knew it. You were never good in the science department and it didn't help that you hated the subject. It helped that you weren't the only one suffering in that class; Melvin and Juke were also taking the short end of the stick. It made you feel less bad about your situation, but then that still makes you like 3rd dumbest teen in the class.
The top students were obviously Rodney and Chica [The Chicken who has no name], but that was no surprise. The frustration only grew as you heard the teacher talk about another test that was worth even more than the last. Why did teachers do that?
You groaned as the bell rang, drowning out your frustrations. You didn't want to have to repeat the stupid class.
"Are you okay?"
You look up at the voice, frowning. It was Rodney and he was looking at you like you were a crying child. Which.... is kind of what you were. You sigh as you mess with your hands, "Yeah... I'm fine. Just the test."
"Yeah, I've seen you grades."
You groaned, putting your head into your hands. "That's embarrassing."
"Yeah, I've noticed science isn't your strong point."
God, if there was one thing Rodney was, it was blunt and straight to the point.
"How embarrassing."
"It's okay, Y/n, Juke and Melvin have a lot worse than you."
If you were a cartoon, you'd have a sweatdrop next to your forehead. Did Rodney really think that was going to make you feel better?
"You're really good at math, I've noticed. You have the highest grade in the class."
You look up at him, not understanding where he was going.
"If you... want me to tutor you, I can?" He seems unsure as he avoids eye contact. "And... Maybe you can help me with Math?"
Your brows scrunch together and you tilt your head. "You-" You point to him, "need my help?"
"It's embarrassing," He blushes, not knowing if he could make eye contact with you. He didn't really need help, but he knew you would be too prideful to just accept his help.
You perked up a little, knowing that you really needed his help. You didn't want to seem too excited, because you were too prideful for that. You had a good idea that he was possibly playing to your pride and you were okay with that.
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He pushes the drawing towards you, before gesturing towards some lines that he had drawn to certain body parts. "Here, if you can name these, then you'll be able to pass that test."
You groan, grabbing your head as you look down at the incredibly detailed drawing of the body's anatomy. If you hadn't seen him drawing it, you would have thought it was a picture. You point to the picture, "I didn't know you were an artist."
"It's a hobby."
"Yeah, maybe you can teach me something sometime?" You look over at him, causing him to smirk.
"Maybe."
You look back at the drawing. You point towards a part of the head, "That's the frontal, right?"
"Temporal."
You groan, rubbing your face, before leaning back in your chair. You take a deep breath before looking back at the drawing. "Okay... That's the Temporal.... That's... Uh," You point to some of the bones on the arms. "humerus and those are the radius and ulna?"
He nods, telling you that was right. You sighed, smiling to yourself.
"I think as long as I don't score the worse, I'll be fine."
could you do general dating headcanons for dakota, scott, anne maria, ella, and rodney please? thank youu :))
Headcanons Dating
💎 Anne Maria x Reader 💋
Anne Maria seemed to some to be too bold, too straightforward, but you never considered these traits of hers to be bad. From the first day you met her, you were fascinated by the way she was and the fact that she was so straightforward even when it came to your relationship was charming in your opinion. She liked the fact that you didn't try to remake her, but accepted her for who she was, with her determination, with her straightforwardness and materialism
Despite the impression she created, Anne Maria did not start conflicts first. When someone annoyed her, you were the one who intervened to protect her. You knew perfectly well that she could stand up for herself, but you still acted as her protector, which she even liked. She liked the fact that you were ready to even start a fight if necessary if someone decided to upset her. She was pleased that sometimes her problems were solved for her
She liked it when you arranged dates for the two of you. She was very pleased with your attention and she did not hide it. Even at such moments, she did not lose her straightforwardness and talked about what she liked and what she did not like. You tried to be attentive to her words so that each of your dates would be better than the previous one. Anne Maria saw how hard you tried and really appreciated it, as well as everything you did for her
Perhaps someone might have thought that Anne Maria was too flighty, but you liked her. You liked the way she was, the way she faced problems without avoiding it, the way she fought for her goal. You were ready to help her in this, as well as in many other things. She was a person dear to you for whom you were ready to go to great lengths and she knew it. She liked it, as well as the fact that she felt really happy around you
📱Dakota Milton x Reader ☢️
Dakota and you were in a relationship for a long time and she was happy that you were together. She was picky and therefore treated the choice of a partner with special care, but during the entire time of your relationship, she never regretted that you started dating. Only in private did she show you some of her good side, fearing that you might pull away from her if she showed you her real self, but every day her trust in you grew and she believed more and more in the sincerity of your feelings for her
The more she opened up to you, the more you loved her, but something happened that she tried her best to hide from you. She mutated into a monster, she couldn't call herself anything else. Dakota was sure that you didn't want to see her anymore, so she hid from you in every possible way until you found her, very worried that you hadn't heard from her for a long time. She expected to see horror on your face, but instead she saw relief that you had finally found her
When you told Dakota that you were worried when she stopped responding to your messages and calls, she felt her heart tighten. You were genuinely worried about her and you didn't care at all that she had changed so much in appearance. For you, she was still the same Dakota you fell in love with and you didn't care if she changed outwardly or not. Even the fact that she was now much taller than everyone else, including you, didn't bother you at all. When you told her about it, she couldn't resist hugging you, trying to be careful not to hurt you. At that moment, she realized how much she loved you
After you convinced her that she was still beautiful to you and that you still loved her, she became more confident in herself. Dakota wasn't afraid of what others might think of her, because one of the most important people in her life continued to love her no matter what and she couldn't help but appreciate it. She was happy with you, even if others might start to think of her as a monster. She was sure that she could handle it with you
🐀 Scott x Reader 🚜
Scott didn't seem like the most pleasant person to many. He periodically manipulated others, and because of this he could have conflicts with others, but when it came to you, he showed his other side, kinder and even clumsy. So he was ready to show himself only to you, because he fell in love with you and the last thing he wanted to spoil your relationship with his intrigues, because you would hardly believe in the sincerity of his feelings if he tried to use you for his plans
He tried to be romantic, but his understanding of romance was different from what most would consider romantic. You watched different movies together while sitting on the couch, he gave you gifts that he usually made himself, but you were careful about what he cooked. You understood that you had slightly different food preferences, but you tried to find compromises that would please him but would not cause food poisoning in you
You didn't mind spending time with Scott in a quiet environment. You knew perfectly well that he had quarrels at home, so he didn't like to bring you there. Especially because you would quickly guess that he was the one who periodically arranged their quarrels. Perhaps you already guessed this, because you got to know Scott well, but you didn't talk about it and didn't push him away because of it, which he was glad of. The last thing he wanted was for you to abruptly stop communicating with him because he liked to arrange intrigues even in his own home
It was only when Scott was with you that he was ready to show a softer side of himself. He trusted you and when you were alone he could really relax and unwind. You were the one he would trust even with his own safety if the need arose. Scott didn't know how long you would be together, but he was sure that his feelings for you were sincere, and believed that your feelings for him were the same
🎶 Ella x Reader 🐦
Ella was a romantic person. She dreamed of love like in a fairy tale, that she would be like a princess from a fairy tale with a happy ending. And you were the one with whom she wanted a happy ending to your shared fairy tale. She was genuinely in love with you and it was mutual, which made you and her happy, no matter where you spent your time. For some, your relationship really seemed like something out of a fairy tale cartoon
She loved to arrange romantic dates for the two of you in nature. You could walk in the park together, or go on a picnic in the woods, and different animals often came to you. You didn't mind such an unusual company and watched with a soft smile how Ella was friendly with animals. She really looked like a fairy princess, but you found it even cute, continuing to enjoy your time together
You often watched musicals together. You weren't a big fan of this genre, but you didn't mind watching it with Ella, since she liked them so much. You sat peacefully with her on the couch, watching her sing along to the characters on the screen and genuinely worried about the characters, especially when it was a romantic musical. Sometimes, when she particularly liked the plot of the musical, she pulled you to dance, continuing to sing and imagining as if you were in the roles of the main characters of the musical. You didn't sing with her, but you smiled, glad that she was happy
Ella was happy that you were with her. She genuinely loved you and saw that you felt the same way about her. She was sure that it was fate that you would be together for the rest of your life. She couldn't have dreamed of a better relationship, especially seeing how you tried your best to make her happy. Ella tried to respond in kind, wanting you to know about her feelings and how strong her love was
💗 Rodney x Reader 🚜
Rodney has always been amorous. Many times when he found a person he liked, he couldn't find the right words, but when he met you, he was faced with reciprocal feelings. He was happy that you had feelings for him and his own feelings only got stronger. It couldn't have been better, at least Rodney was sure of that
He tried his best to give you as much attention as he could. He gave you flowers that he picked himself, tried to make romantic gestures and was happy when he saw your smile. He was sincere in his feelings, perhaps the most sincere of all whom you have ever seen, and he tried to put this sincerity into your relationship and his feelings for you
It might seem to others that Rodney was too naive when it came to feelings. He fell in love with you very quickly, almost at first sight, and just as quickly he began to try to show feelings for you, while your feelings, which at that moment had just begun to emerge, became stronger, blossomed in full force
Rodney hoped that your relationship would be strong and lasting, ideally for his whole life. He was in love with you and hoped that your feelings for him would not go out the same way. You were the love of his life and he was sure that together you would be truly happy
[Also his mom is so fineee. Also if yall want the others lmk]
Very motherly
Be careful around his teeth, because they're very sharp
Wants to be a nurse [Like his hot mom] when he grows up, so he loves knowing about the body and asks for your help on certain diagram[?] [Just wanting to know more about your anatomy, especially if you're not a bat]
Such a cutie patootie when he sleeps. He loves to cuddle and will hold you super tight when he sleeps
Like you can not move
Really good with chemistry/science, so you always have him as your partner, because you know you'll ace the class
He's a huge bookworm, so you'll have a lot of reading sessions
Loves to read to you, but not as much as he likes when you read to him. Not only is are you doing one of his favorite activities together, but he also gets to hear your voice
Loves green apples, so he'll make you stuff with green apples
He won't share his apples with anyone else, just you
You got hurt and need a patch up? Well, lucky you, he's great at cleaning and bandaging you
He is NOT a morning person, so don't expect him to be up and excited in the morning when he first sees you. Though, when he does first see you, he is a little more energetic, but he's better at night. Way more active and attentive to you and your needs
Knows way to much about your medical history. He says it's to be prepared, but you think otherwise
His sister, Amelia, adores you
She will try and take your attention away when you hang out with her brother
Has glasses, but is kind of embarrassed to wear them, but you think they look cute on him [Which always make him blush]
Bro does not like heights. Will cling to you like a leech if you're in any height position. His nails will literally dig into your skin
He's really quiet, so you didn't even know he liked you for a long time
He asked you out one day and you were like 'Huh?? You like me?' You point to yourself and look around to make sure he's talking to you
He's an incredible painter and loves to paint/draw you
You're his muse and has dozens of artworks of you
Some might think it's creepy, but it's just his way of showing his love <3
Rodney Skinner (The League Of Extraordinary Gentlemen) x Reader (Female)
Warnings: Swearing
Genre: Romance
Summary: Y/N is a simple girl with big dreams. She works hard towards her goal of travelling the world, seeing all it has to offer. She’s also a devoted student, one with the hopes of one day fulfilling yet another dream of becoming a fashion designer and leaving the town her and her sister have been stuck working in. Her stars align and fate smiles down upon her one day when a rather mysterious man makes his way in the café she works at.
Requested by Anon. Hello there! I’m so terribly sorry to be posting your request so late, dear. I hope the fic makes the wait worth it. This is the first time I’ve been introduced to this character and this movie in its entirety and I absolutely loved it! Thank you so much for the request and for your patience. Please enjoy! Love, Vy ❤
“Close that book, Y/N! Your shift’s starting!“ My manager scares me half to death when his voice suddenly booms throughout the empty diner.
It’s close to one in the morning and I’m stuck with the shitty overnight shift tonight because my older sister wasn’t feeling well. I arrived early while my friend still hadn’t finished his shift and decided to kill time productively by studying behind the cash register. Even though my shift has started, there is no real reason for me to abandon my book considering how dead the place is. Dead, eerie and unsettling. It’s 24/7 diner in the middle of seemingly nowhere. Well, our town in general is a big ‘nowhere’. If you came here on vacation - no you didn’t. You probably got lost along the way to a different destination. If you live here - good luck, hope you get out soon.
A young, 5′2 girl with only a can of pepper spray to defend herself with left in a café working the shift from one to eight AM. That’s simply ludicrous! I can hardly believe my manager has the audacity to leave like this. Not even a ‘call if you need anything’ out of politeness. Nothing! He doesn’t like any of the workers here so I don’t take it personal but he’s EXTRA mean to me because my sister turned his offer of a date down. It’s a surprise he hasn’t fired the both of us yet. To be perfectly honest, I don’t know if he’d be doing damage or doing us a favor by firing us.
I wait for the jerk to leave before reopening my book and proceeding with my reading. I can’t contain the smile that automatically appears on my face whenever my mind wanders into the contents of the pages. Seeing the pictures of the fashion creations gives me hope that one day I’ll be standing in front of a mannequin that will be displaying a piece I’ve designed. A piece won’t be enough though. I want an entire clothing line. Several even! The fiery passion in me won’t be easily satisfied - I have a vivid goal in mind and I won’t rest until I have it in my hands, until I’m looking at my clothes in the windows of shops and in magazines.
I unintentionally stop reading let myself daydream - well, it’s more like dreaming with open eyes considering it’s one AM. My imagination is sometimes so real it scares me. It all feels like I can reach out and grab it, hold it close, live it for a little while. However, that ideal life is soon ended by the sound of the bell that hangs above the door of the café ringing. I come flying down from my daydreaming cloud with a startled jump. My heart is beating quickly for no real reason other than the fact that there’s a person here at this hour. Knowing the type of town this one is, they are either one of the local drunks or not local at all. An outsider. The ones that everyone assumes are criminals on the run.
I couldn’t blame them if they said that about this guy. Mysterious, shady, suspicious - all adjectives that describe him perfectly. His sudden presence makes me uneasy. Many outsiders who choose to stick around for a bit frequent this bar, therefore I know some of them. This one I have never seen before. He almost looks unreal - a walking doll. He’s got an abnormally pale, sheet white complexion, a top hat and sunglasses. Sunglasses?! At the dead of an already pitch black night. I’m surprised he hasn’t stumbled into something yet. Maybe he has, what do I know.
“Good evening. One beer please.“ He says, hopping onto a bar stool and resting his elbows on the counter top of the bar that some ways down from the cash register - the two counters are connected.
“Coming right up.“ That’s the usual response I give to customers but I’ve never said it so hesitantly. He’s not being creepy or anything, he’s not even doing the staring most customers do which while uncomfortable, I still have to tolerate. The only truly off-putting thing about him is his appearance and the fact that he’s here at this hour. Drinking beer.
I keep my gaze on him out of the corner of my eye as I go fetch a cold beer bottle from the fridge behind the bar. I typically do waitressing, but I know my way around the bar as well. I see him reach for yesterday’s paper one of the previous customers has left there. He’s still distracted by it when I approach him and put a coaster down in front of him as well as the beer bottle, mumbling a quick: “Here you go.”
He lifts his head only enough to give me a nod with a small smile. From that proximity, the color of his skin looks more like paint, which is even more unsettling. He has also taken off his sunglasses, his eyes now free to make direct contact with mine which makes me pause for a second before asking the second routine question, “Anything else?”
“Uh, yes....“ His eyes go down to my nametag, “Y/N, could you tell me where this address is?“ He slides a piece of paper over closer to me.
I reluctantly nod and look at the note he’s handed me. The letters are written in poor handwriting but I can still decipher the majority of what’s written. “This address is from the next town over, sir.” I inform him with a tightlipped smile that’s my way of sort of apologizing for the inconvenience.
He nods slowly, “Well, how far is this town exactly?” He furrows his brows at me and takes out a pen, taking the note back so he could write something at the back of it.
“It’s a city compared to this one. It’s a two hour drive from here.“ I tilt my head to the side, discreetly looking at what he’s writing down.
“Thank you.“ He puts the note and pen away, “By the way, don’t take this the wrong way, but what are you doing here?“ He gives me puzzled look.
I scoff and shrug my shoulders, “Working, as you can see. I’m covering this shift for someone else, I don’t usually work it.” I respond nonchalantly.
“No, I mean what are you doing working here at all?“ He points at me, “That dress, it’s self-made, right?“
Ok that’s off-putting. Either he is clairvoyant or it’s so obvious that an amateur has made it that he couldn’t help but notice and point it out. All I can give as an answer is a slight nod, a baffled expression on my face.
“That’s what I thought. It’s incredible.“ He probably realizes that he has caught me off-guard and has confused me, so he shakes his head with a small chuckle and a wave of his glove covered hand. “I saw the book you were reading on my way in. Fashion and design. So you’re an aspiring clothing designer?“
I feel relief wash over me as the confused furrow and pursed lips are replaced by a relaxed smile. I take the few steps back to where I was previously sitting and where I’ve left the book. I hand it to him once I return for him to see. “Yes, but the course here is expensive and I can’t afford it without this job.”
He nods slowly as his eyes carefully scans the pages he turns. “Impressive, so a goal-getter as well.”
I can’t help but giggle, “And a traveler at heart. I also need the money for that...” I open the book to it’s last page and show him the list I have written of places I’d like to visit.
His eyes widen a bit in amazement as they go down the neatly written list. “You know, I’ve visited some of these places. I plan on visiting the rest as well. I could use a partner.” He winks at me playfully.
I roll my eyes, “As I said, I can’t afford it. You think I’d still be in this town if I could?” I say rather bitterly. Feels like the subject is an open wound and talking about it is the same as pouring salt on it.
“Who says you’ll have to pay a penny. I said I’d like some company, you’ll be paying me with your presence.“ His gaze is firm on mine, his tone suggesting he isn’t kidding around. I unintentionally let my disbelief morph into a ‘bullshit’ expression of distrust that causes him to raise his hands up as if surrendering, “No funny business, though I know what this looks like to you. Trust me, I wouldn’t offer that to just anybody. I sense how strongly you wish to fulfill your dreams. I see it all in your eyes, there’s a flame behind them. And...I’m gonna be honest, I’ve done many less than honorable things in my life. But when I see a chance to do good, I want to take it. Now it’s on you, take it or leave it.“
I’m stunned and frozen. I can’t even answer him. I’m just standing here with my mouth hanging open and eyes wide, staring at him awaiting for him to burst out laughing at any moment like ‘Did you really believe that?!’
But he doesn’t. He remains serious and after what feels like forever smirks, putting a hundred bucks next to the untouched beer bottle.
“If you change your mind...I swing back the same time tomorrow.“
Before I can even shake free from my shock he has already left. I didn’t even get the chance to tell him I won’t be here the same time tomorrow. I feel my heart sink as my mind races, two sides of me battling - one that wants to take the chance that’s being offered to me and the other scolding me for even considering it.
Dumb or not I’m rooting for the first side.
Eyes don’t lie. Just like he read me so well just by looking at mine, I read him by looking at his. All he said was true, not a doubt in my mind about it. He meant all he said and for some odd reason I believe him despite him being a complete stranger. I don’t even know his name, for goodness’ sake! But I want to go with him. The hard part for me would be leaving my family behind though.
Well, I have a little less than twenty four hours and a seemingly never-ending uneventful shift ahead of me to ponder it.
* * *
I can’t believe any of this - not what I’ve done, not what I’m doing and most definitely not what I’m about to do.
I have packed my bags and snuck out of the house, running at full speed to the café. When I arrived I was breathless, with a heart beating faster than a galloping horse.
I’m now waiting for the man. The stranger. The person who could be anyone or anything - including dangerous - but right now all he is to me is my path to success, the person who’ll guide me to achieving my goals.
I’m about to go running away with this man, off to God knows where. No one guarantees he won’t do harm to me. I can’t be 100% certain this won’t end badly for me. All I can do is take this chance if I want to. And I really REALLY want to.
Just as the clock strikes 1:25 AM, an old car pulls up at the curb in front of the café. I’m standing in the shadows, away from any windows to avoid being spotted by the worker who’s on the dead shift as I call it. The way the car has parked it’s positioned directly underneath a street lamp, almost like it’s under a spotlight. The door to the drivers side opens to reveal the same man from last night. When he steps out in the lamp’s light he looks to be glowing, his unusually pale complexion shinning in the light.
“Y/N!“ I call out to him, startling him for once instead of the other way around.
He stops and looks around, taking the sunglasses off and narrowing his eyes at his surroundings. I chuckle to myself and step within the line of light, “My name’s Y/N. You already know that.” His eyes land on me and a smile spreads across his face as well as mine. “I don’t know yours though.”
He takes a step towards me, “Rodney. Rodney Skinner. Though, please don’t let that name throw you off. It was given to me for far less sadistic reasons than you may be imagining right now.”
I can’t help but laugh, “All I ask is for you to not skin me alive.”
He gives me a small bow, “I shall respect your request. Now...“ he straightens his posture and turns to motion to his car, “To freedom and adventure?”
I don’t know what takes over me and drives me to close the space between us, but it is also to blame for the fact that I pressed my lips against him. Even after realizing what I have done, I don’t pull away. I don’t see my doing as wrong - in fact, I feel like I’m doing all the right things for myself tonight. He responds to the kiss after a second or two of stunned hesitation.
The little kid in me can’t wait for this journey to commence anymore so I pull away abruptly, giving him a bright, wide smile and my eyes bright. I watch as he comes back to the present moment and nods, mumbling as if to himself a quick, “Right...” before circling around the car and opening the passenger side door.
I gladly take a seat and fasten the seatbelt while Rodney takes my suitcase and backpack and puts them in the trunk of the car. Here it is, I’m seconds away from the biggest step in my life so far. A dangerous and risky step for sure, but the sense of freedom I feel is worth it all. The joy and excitement I feel as the car starts moving is all I need to keep looking forward and keep my mind off my family’s reaction when they find my goodbye note.
“By the way, what’s at that address you showed me yesterday?“ I ask to keep myself distracted from the aforementioned thought which is stronger than I thought it would be.
“Ah, a friend of mine, Nemo. He holds the vehicle of our travels. Tell me...“ his hand nonchalantly rests on top of mine between the seats causing me to blush, “have you ever traveled by a submarine?“
I physically jolt at the absurdness of the question, “You’re not serious!” I turn to look at him, my free hand covering my mouth which is hung open in disbelief.
He laughs, taking the hand he’s holding and bringing it to his lips to press a kiss to my knuckles which relaxes me. “I’m deadly serious, Y/N. Speaking of Nemo though, do you know of any good barbecue places in that town? He loves a good barbecue.”
I grimace, “No and I’d much rather never know or enter one.” He gives me a quick puzzled glance, careful not to take his eyes off the road for too long, “I’m a vegetarian.” I clarify with a snicker.
I see the realization be processed and show on his face, followed by a laugh when he says, “Oh Nemo’s gonna love ya.”
I don’t know if that was sarcasm or ironic. I just know one thing - I have so much ahead of me at the moment. Travelling, studying, meeting new people, seeing a submarine, for the love of God! And even a potential romantic relationship. The future has never looked so bright for me, and this is all thanks to this abnormal yet hypnotic man next to me.
Hello. Can I request some headcanons (Rodney from Total Drama x female Reader)? Reader tries to help Rodney to become better when it comes to talking with girls, only for duo to slowly fall in each other.
💗 Rodney x fem!Reader headcanons Getting better 🚜
Rodney had obvious problems when it came to dealing with women. Each time, he took their usual politeness as if they were in love with him and tried to respond in kind, even though it wasn't really the case. You, who were watching from the sidelines, couldn't bear to watch him get hurt over and over again. You had a serious conversation with him, explaining to him that despite all his efforts, he still didn't do everything quite right. And that's why you offered to help him. You saw that he was a good person and you decided to help him start communicating better with girls so that such awkward situations would not arise in the future
You gave him advice about communicating with girls and taught him how to tell if a girl likes him or if she's just being polite or friendly. It was his main problem and at the same time the primary one that you were going to help him solve. Rodney was genuinely surprised when you told him that the girls who showed him even basic politeness weren't in love with him. You even clarified that you're not in love with him either, but you think he's a good guy and that's why you wanted to help him. It was an unusual thought for him, but he sincerely believed you and tried to remember what you taught him. You weren't sure if your impromptu lessons would produce great results, but when they started to appear, you were genuinely happy about it
At some point, you began to notice something unexpected about yourself. You began to notice that he became more likeable in your eyes. Your lessons were not in vain and now he was gradually getting better, but I never thought that because of this you would start to like him yourself. You tried hard to push these thoughts away, but you just couldn't. You really started liking Rodney and there was nothing you could do about it. You did your best to hide your feelings for him, not wanting to make things awkward between you, but at some point you began to notice something unexpected. You started to notice that he was nervous around you. During your conversation, you were able to understand that he was nervous only when communicating with those with whom he was in love. This thought surprised and confused you at the same time. It was hard for you to believe that your feelings could be mutual
When Rodney started trying to flirt with you in an attempt to show you his feelings, you realized that you were right after all. He was in love with you, and that made your feelings for him mutual. You understood that initially you told him that you didn't have such feelings for him, but now everything has changed. You decided to try to respond to his feelings. His relationship failures were due to the fact that the objects of his feelings did not even know about it. But your situation was different. Not only did you know about his feelings, but you also reciprocated them. It was because of this that there was a possibility that this time his love would have a happy ending
When you started dating, he realized the difference between his previous "relationship" and yours. He finally felt truly loved and returned the favor. Although he could be timid, he was sincere in his feelings for you and therefore wanted you to be truly happy with him
Summary: You are not ready for the big math test, but thankfully Rodney comes to your rescue
Pairings: Rodney [Fruit Bat] x Fem! Reader
Tw: Fluff, Anti-Graph Math, Slight Jealousy
You clicked your pen, watching the clock. You were more than ready for this class to end. Though, your concentration on the time is cut when the teacher's voice echos through the room.
"And don't forget about the test on Friday."
Your eyes widen. A test? You didn't remember him ever mentioning a test- Well, maybe it had to do with your lack of attention to class.
"This test is worth 25 percent of your grade. That could really make or break some of your grades."
The frown on your face deepened and you weren't the only one. With a quick glance around the classroom, you could see Juke and Melvin stressing out too.
You felt a tap on your shoulder and looked behind you to see Rodney.
"You prepared for the test?"
You nearly sweat drop at the question. A big, fake smile overtakes your face as you quickly nod, not knowing what to say. His brow raises as he gives you a look not believing you. He clicks his tongue, before tilting his head, his ears slightly twitching.
"Well, I don't know if I'm prepared..." He is prepared, but he knew your ego and pride wouldn't allow you to admit you needed help, "So, maybe you can come to my place and help me study."
Rodney needing help with work? Yeah right. You knew something was up, since he was top of the class, but you weren't about to say no to hanging out with him.
"Yeah... That'd be good-"
"Rodney- Psst- Rodney."
You both look towards the voice; It was Melvin and he looked stressed. If there was one thing you had in common with Melvin, it's that you both suck at tests. You looked back at Rodney, who was still looking at Melvin. You frowned, selfishly hoping that Melvin didn't ask Rodney for help, because you didn't want to share the boy's attention.
"Sorry, Melvin, but Y/n and I already made plans-"
"I can join! I don't mind-"
Rodney frowns, his eye nearly twitching as he contains himself, "Why don't you ask Poppy?"
Melvin frowns, his ears flopping slightly, before he points towards where Poppy was. It seems Juke had already gotten to her.
"Hmm," Rodney taps his chin, "Well, I sure hope you figure something out."
Melvin's eyes widen as his jaw nearly hits the floor. Though, before Melvin could protest, the bell rang and Rodney was quick to get up and lean over your shoulder.
"I'll meet you after school and we can walk together."
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The final bell rings and you are thrilled to finally be out of school. Though, the thought of the big test rings in the back of your mind. As you begin to walk out the main doors, your stopped by the man of the hour; Rodney. You nearly sigh in relief when seeing him, because you remember that he had agreed to help you.
The walk was awkward, at least to you it was. Rodney saw it as anything but. He couldn't believe he had invited you to his house. Was his room clean? Oh god, what if it was dirty? No, he shook his head, it couldn't be dirty- It's never been dirty... But what if it was now?
He looked over to you, wondering if he could tell what you were thinking to ease his mind. He frowned when he saw a neutral look on your face, making it impossible to know what was going on in your mind. His eyes glazed you up and down, not stopping the smile that suddenly overtook his frown. He couldn't help but think you were so pretty.
God, you wanted to facepalm. How were you going to pass this test? Yeah, Rodney was smart, but could he help you pass the class. God, sometimes you felt like you were hopeless in the academic achievement. You wished you could take his brain and use it for the test instead of using your own.
Rodney's eyes lit up when he finally saw his house. The walk to his home seemed to take forever this time. Maybe it was because he was with you or maybe it was because he accidentally took a wrong turn. Who's to say it wasn't both?
You smiled when seeing the large grey house. You were tired of walking, feeling as if you had been going forever, so you were more than happy to finally take a seat.
Rodney pushes open the front door, you close behind. You both remove your shoes, before you graze the house. You had realized you had never been to Rodney's house before. You hummed, amazed at the gothic look of everything; It was just so like Rodney. Though you froze when you felt your back hit something. You quickly turned around to see a tall woman. She had to be Rodney's mother.
"Oh, I'm sorry dear," She laughs, her hand going to her chest. Her voice was smooth like silk and a laugh that felt like clouds. "Rodney, who's your friend?"
Rodney suddenly appears behind you, leaning to the side, "Oh, this is Y/n. Y/n, this is my mom."
"Y/n?" She gasp, her voice going into a higher pitch when saying your name. She crouches, taking your hand and shaking it, "Rodney has told me so much about you. Why, you're all he ever talks abo-"
"Okay mom. We need to go study," Rodney grabs your hand and quickly pulls you towards his room. He sighs, before closing the door. "Sorry about that," He says, his face being a light red. His ears were also a little flushed and you stood awkwardly, not knowing what to say.
Did he really talk about you? You wondered what he said about you. You took a seat next to his desk, as he threw his backpack next to his bed. You messed with your fingers, avoiding eye contact.
Rodney pulls out his math book before heading towards you. "So, what do you think we should start with?"
You gulped, finally making eye contact with him. Your face darkened, as you rubbed the back of your neck, "Uh... Well, um..." You fiddle with your bag, pulling out your math book. You flip through the pages, "Graphs? Sin, Cos, and Tan? God, I hate graphs."
He hums, fiddling through the book before finding some examples, "Okay. What is it that doesn't make sense?" He looks at you, his eyes scrunched, watching as you fiddle with your hair; Something he's noticed you do when you get anxious. He grabs your hand, causing you to look up at him, "It's okay. I'll do my best to help you understand, you know? I'm not going to judge you."
You click your tongue, "Honestly?"
"Of course." He nods and you let out a deep sigh.
"None of it. Anytime I see a graph, I lose my mind. Like I'll get it for a while, but then it's like I forget it when I have a test."
"Well, I guess we'll have to start from the beginning then, huh?"
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Rodney had not thought this through. You had already cried twice and he didn't know what to do. This was seeming hopeless. He shuts his book, causing you to look back at him, your mascara streaming down your face. "How about we take a break. Are you hungry?"
"Uh, no... I'm fine."
"Okay. I'll be right back."
You watch as he leaves, lightly closing the door and you facepalm. You pull on your face, groaning, before lightly knocking your head into the desk. He probably thought you were an idiot. You should never had agreed to this, because he probably hates you.
Rodney heads down the hall towards the kitchen. He wanted to facepalm for his own stupidity. He took a deep breath, before shaking his head and running his long fingers through his hair.
He pushes open the kitchen door, his eyes shinning when seeing a stack of green apples, his favorite. He reaches for one, before frowning. He thought back to your sadden expression and messed up makeup. He would grab you one, too, because you needed a little boost.
He turns to leave when he's met with his mother. He smiles awkwardly, "Uh, hey?"
"So, Rodney, you and your little friend, hm?"
Rodney's face errupts in a blush and his ear poke up. He quickly shakes his head, "No- no, it's not like that."
"Oh? That's a shame."
Rodney rubs his arm, before looking at the floor, counting the many titles, "Yeah. We're just friends."
"If you say so, dear."
He sighs, heading out of the kitchen, his mood now a little bummed. You were 'just friends' but of course he didn't want to be just friends. He would have loved to be so much more, but you just weren't.
Your brought out of your spiral when an apple- a green one- is put in front of you. You look a little confused, before looking up at him.
"I know you said you're fine, but you should eat something. It'll be good for you."
You took the apple, taking a big bite. You sigh, slouching slightly, "Do you think I'm stupid?"
Rodney chokes on his apple, before shaking his head and looking at you, "No! No, of course not! I could never think you're stupid- I don't think anyone's stupid-Well..." He shakes his head, "No, of course not. Why would you think that?"
"Because I'm not getting it. I feel like I'm wasting your time."
"No, you're not wasting my time." He pats his book, "You could never waste my time. Any time I spend with you is time well spent."
A smile slowly overcame your face and you blushed, "Really?"
"Of course." He fiddles with his book, flipping the pages, before looking away from you, "Besides, Juke is much, much, Much more of a pain."
You laugh, "Yeah. When he get frustrated, he gets violent... Though, he's always kind of violent."
Rodney laughs. He had a nice laugh; You liked it a lot and it always made your mood a little brighter. But, everything he did made you happy and giddy, like there were a million butterflies in your stomach.
"Yeah, he does, doesn't he?"
"Yeah, but he has his moments."
Rodney frowned. Did you like Juke? Oh god, he sure hoped not.
"I feel bad for Poppy."
Rodney's brought out of his jealousy, "What?"
"Yeah, because he likes her. Anytime a guy hits on her, he always hits them. Have you seen Melvin," You chuckle, "Man I'd hate to be them."
"Yeah... Me too." He smiles, watching you closely. God, he wished he could just say it; I like you, Y/n. But he just couldn't... At least not yet.
