#Rodrick x black!reader

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Defending | Rodrick Heffley

𝒴𝑜𝓊’𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓀𝓃𝑜���� 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉

𝒷𝒶𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔.

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Reader’s POV

Rodrick, I think that was his name, he was a quiet kid, we had all classes together, and I wanted to talk to him but did not know how to start a conversation nor how to keep a conversation going.

He doesn't have many friends and stays to himself, that's what I like about him, he's not a popular kid, not a class clown(sometimes), and doesn't talk unless he's being talked to.

It was always lunch when I wanted to go up to him and sit down and talk, he didn't look lonely but at the same time he did, and he and I would make eye contact, and smile at each other when one another was staring for a little too long.

Right now was lunch time and some people I knew were walking and talking about random stuff “Wait what about him?” Sarah pointed out a boy “ous he cute” They giggled and laughed.

“What about him?” Tammie pointed out where Rodrick was sitting, eating and looking at his phone with his headphones on not paying attention to anybody.

They side-eyed each other and laughed really loud making me roll my eyes and do a little sigh, they looked back at me “What about you?” I frowned my eyebrows “What about me?” I ask.

“Don’t you have classes with Rodrick?” Sarah ask smirking “yea? Why?” “so you’d fuck him? I would talk to him and fuck him” Tammie said as Sarah giggled.

“I mean yea I want to talk to him but that doesn't mean I wanna fuck him” I stated, they made a face “Y/n cmon we know you so much better than that, we know you wanna fuck the Rodrick Heffley” “plus why would you? He's emo, weird and not talkative” Sarah pointed out looking at him.

They made eye contact and she looked away but I stared at him as he continued looking her down and made a face, looking back into his phone making me giggle and looked back at them.

“How's he weird?” I questioned her “Because he wears black 24/7, doesn't talk, and doesn't have friends” I looked at her “So just because he stays to himself he gotta be called weird? And so what about him wearing black all the time? I do! And I don't hear y'all whining and complaining about it! And so what if he's not talkative people don't always have to talk”

I told them“Why are you standing up for him?” what she said caused me to scoff “Because you are so quick to judge others about the little things that they do when it has nothing to do with you”

She laughed “I know but just look at him, he's weird” They both laughed again, it was to the point where I wanted to bitch slap them.

“You never know what people have going on at home and coming to school how they are, I mean Sarah your parents fight all the time and you call me wanting me to comfort you and you don't see me telling you to suck it up” Sarah looked at me with pain in her eyes.

“And Tommie your mom abuses you so bad you had to go to the hospital and you called me also wanting me to comfort you and you didn't see me telling you to stop crying like a fucking crybaby” She stared at me.

“So stop talking about him when he didn't do nor say shit to your cold heartless asses” I stated and walked away from them.

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After school, it was the end of the day, I sat on one of the benches that sat under the shade, I had my headphones listening to my music as I waited for my ride.

Me, Sarah, and Tommie made eye contact as they walked off to wherever, the eye contact was soon cut off by someone standing in front of me, I looked up And saw him.

Rodrick

We stared at each other for a little “Thanks” he said which led me confused “…what?” “For defending me to your friends” he pointed out.

“They're not my friends, never were, just associates” he nodded his head a little and it was now quiet “But your welcome, people doesn't deserve to be talk like that when they know nothing about the person”

He sat down next to me leaving a good space between us “well thanks…again” I chuckled at him and looked at him “so you have any friends your waiting for?” he shook his head “Nah, just waiting for my ride”

“What about your van? The löaded diaper one?” he looked at me with eyebrows frowned, I notice his stare “I'm not a stalker or anything its just, that's the only white van I see with something written on it”

I quickly said and he chuckled “Relax, something was wrong with it was in the repair shop” I nodded my head, “Well…are you doing anything after school?” “Why? You wanna hang out with me or something?”

I shrugged “Maybe” he smiled a little and shook his head “You have Instagram?” he asked and I nodded and he put his hand out “Can I see it?” I opened up the app and went to the search bar and handed him my phone.

He typed something and pressed a button and handed my phone back, that's when we heard two cars horn we looked and saw our parents.

“Well I have to go” “Yeah me too” We both got up and started walking to our car that was behind another “I’ll see you later?” I ask he cracked a smile and nodded “Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow” I smiled and got inside the car.

Once I was inside the car my mother noticed my smile “Who got you smiling like that?” she asked teasing me as I giggled “Nobody” I saw the look she was giving me making me laugh.

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Rodricks POV

“I’ll see you later?” she ask I cracked a smile and nodded “Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow” she smiled and got inside her car and so did I.

Once I was inside the car my mother noticed my smile “who's the lady?” she asked and I rolled my eyes “Nobody Mom” I said “She's a really pretty girl” My mom said “Yeah, too pretty to date you” Greg said and I scoffed.

“Shut it dickweeb” “Hey! Language, plus I think you too would make a great couple” I sat up “Really?” I asked and she nodded “Totally” “Don't get his hopes up,” Greg said and I punched him in his arm.

“OW!” I grabbed him and whispered in his ear “Keep talking and I’ll cut your fuckin tongue off” I shoved him back in his seat as we made our way home.

A/N: GUYS! Send request please😋🍎🪐

[writerinthedark21]

Thanksgiving dinner

pt. 9

<333

Rodrick and Gina are currently sitting in a small dinner about to finish their meals when an idea popped into Gina’s head. The idea had been forming almost ever since they had got together.

 But now that thanksgiving was right around the corner it was harder than ever to not at least ask.

“I think it’s time that i got to meet your parents” Gina says making rodrick choke on his drink.

“You already have” He says trying to recover.

“I know I know....but like...as your girlfriend” Gina says mindlessly playing with a loose strand from the bottom of her shirt.

Rodrick was about to say no but then he realized that there really wasn’t a good reason not and he was tired of always sneaking her in all the time. 

“Let’s do it” He says causing both of them to smile. 

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The day was finally here and Rodrick was beyond unprepared. He couldn’t find his “good clothes”, woke up late, and to top it all off completely forgot that Gina was coming over. 

But then the doorbell had rung even after all of his relatives were already there. And it wasn’t until he opened the door and saw Gina in a pale pink dress and looking sunday ready with her ballet flats, that he remembered she was supposed to come over.

Rodrick forgot to breath seeing her in the simple light pink floral dress. The matching cardigan made him wonder who was standing at his front door.

But the kiss she had planted on his cheek reminded him. 

“You’re gonna hate me for this but I-”

“Completely forgot I was coming?” Gina answered stepping into the house.

Ashamed Rodrick hung his head refusing to look up from the floor.

“You’re good don’t worry....I almost forgot I was coming too” Gina says before pulling him in for a real kiss by the collar of his button up. 

“You look...”

“Like my grandma I know, I know.....I wanted to be a little more dressed up when officially meeting your family” Gina says.

Rodrick hated that she felt the need to change but he understood. His parents were nice but a little old fashioned. 

“You ready?” 

“As I’ll ever be” Gina answers before Rodrick gives her on last kiss then takes her hand. He leads her into the living room where everyone seemed to magically appear. 

Rodrick and Gina both take in deep breaths. 

“Everyone.....my...this is my girlfriend, Gina” Rodrick says putting a comforting arm around her shoulders to ease both of their nerves. 

Everybody in the room was in a state of shock at the revelation. Gina held up her hand for a quick wave. 

The only one to return is Greg with a shit eating grin on his face. 

“Gina, my family” Rodrick says gesturing towards the shocked crowd in front of them. 

“Oh wow...Nice to see you again Gina” Mrs. Heffley says trying her best to ease the tension.

“You too Mrs.Heffley” Gina says.

Not much was said after that. Just more awkward silence and stares.

It was like that until dinner.

Dinner was going pretty okay if you called complete silence okay.

“Um so Gina....I love your dress” Mrs. Hefley let’s out in hope’s of breaking the silence.

“Oh thank you Mrs. Hefley...it was my mother’s”

“Well tell your mother I said she has superb taste in fashion”

“Will do” Gina says with a smile on her face before 

It was silent for a while until Mr.Hefley finally raised his voice. 

“So when did you two start....going steady?” Mr. Heffley asked making Rodrick choke on his drink. 

Gina tries to stifle her laughter as Rodrick did his best to recover.

“For 3 months” They both say in unison making the other smile ear to ear. 

Rodrick finally places his hand over Gina’s resting on the table before saying “Happiest 3 months of my life” while never breaking his gaze from Gina as she digs in for another bite of her food. 

It was silent again until a question popped into Mrs.Heffley’s head that she just couldn’t ignore.

“So Gina are you missing thanksgiving with your family? Because I would hate for that to happen especially because of us-” 

“Oh no um my family is going to eat later on tonight so I won’t be missing out on anything” Gina answered before taking a sip of her water. 

“Oh thank god” Mrs.Heffley says letting out a relieved sigh. 

Again they go back to silent eating. It wasn’t until about 30 minutes later that someone finally spoke out loud. 

“So I hate to cut this night short but I think it’s time I get going” Gina says as she wipes at the corners of her mouth 

“You sure? It was amazing having you here” Mrs.Heffley asks as Gina gets up from her seat.

Rodrick follows quickly after. 

“Yes I’m sorry but I don’t want to be late to my family’s thanksgiving” Gina says back. 

“Oh well let’s walk you out” Mrs. Heffley says getting out of her seat and motioning for Mr. Heffley to follow.

It’s not long before the four find themselves at the front door of the Heffley house hold. 

“Thank you for having me over” Gina says before Mrs.Heffley pulls her into a bear hug. 

“It was really nice meeting you Gina, please come over more we loved having you here” Mes. Heffley says before letting Gina out of the bear like hug. 

“I’ll make sure of it, thank you for being so kind” Gina says before Rodrick opens the front door. 

They walk out waving goodbye to everyone.

The walk back to Gina’s was completely silent until Gina finally blurts out.

“I love you” 

It shocks Rodrick to his core. Sure he might have known but hearing her say it made him lock in place on the sidewalk.

Gina turns around to find a shell shocked Rodrick a couple steps behind.

Before she can get another word out Gina is engulfed in Rodrick’s arms as he lifts off the ground and spins her around.

The movement makes endless giggles fall out of Gina’s mouth.

“God I love you too” He says before pulling her in for another kiss and gently placing her back on the ground. 

“I love you so much” Rodrick says before peppering her in kisses. 

All they can do is laugh on the way to Gina’s house. 

[mjlovescm]

Traces of you on my pillowcase, 🍋

A/n: idk how I feel about this one but I am clearing old one shots out, so enjoy!

Turning in his bed, Rodrick presses his face to his pillow. Snoring, he inhales deeply. A familiar scent fills his nose and your name rings in his mind.

A few minutes pass and Rodrick can’t fight it anymore. His eyes aren't open, but he's definitely awake. And earlier than he needs to be at that. Rodrick groans, glancing at his alarm clock. There's still two hours before he needs to drag himself out of bed.

Eyes still closed, Rodrick stayed in bed in hopes of falling back to sleep naturally. After a few minutes of tossing and turning, he gives up. Annoyed, Rodrick buries his face in a pillow and yells. Once he’s done, though, the scent is back, stronger this time.

Head still submerged in the soft case, the smell of you brought Rodrick back to the night before.

Cuddling in bed together, in matching pajamas, and eating ice cream. That was after Rodrick showed you how much he missed you by burying his fingers in you. But no matter how long you and Rodrick spent together, it was never enough for him. Because after those hours of fun, you’d have to go home, and Rodrick would be left without you again.

His hips shift against his bed, and it's clear Rodrick is more than awake.

“Fuck.” he whispers to himself, growing harder.

Again he turns, laying on his back and clearing the messy brown hair from his face. Slowly, Rodrick lifted his cover and found a great opportunity to be out like a light in only a few minutes. All thanks to you. Well, you and your smell.

He drops the cover, leaving his hand beneath it. Rodrick starts slowly, his palm gently grazing his boxers. The layer of clothes was an added touch to the overall sensations. The feel of the fabric against his sensitive skin sends chills through his body.

His mind as always led to you. Eyes closed, Rodrick uses his dirty memories of you to replace his hands with yours.

He envisions soft brown hands. Palming him with a mischievous smile.

“Already?” you’d question with a needy smile and dangerous eyes.

As if you hadn’t been working him up for an hour and playing innocent.

“Dirty girl.” He whispers to himself.

Quickly freeing himself from the now tight confident of his boxers, Rodrick continues to touch himself to the thought of you.

With a firm grip, Rodrick holds his dick in his hand. He groans at the feeling of his slow up and down pumps. He keeps this pace as pre-cum drips from his tip. With a wet thumb, Rodrick presses slow, deep circles against this sensitive spot.

“I know you like it sloppy.”

His mind plays your previous words back to him, forcing a noise from Rodrick.

“I love it when you moan.”

Sensitive, Rodrick’s hips push back into the bed. But still he continues to tease himself in your honor.

“Mmm, baby j- uh- just like that.”

His thumb leaves his tip, and Rodrick’s hands quicken. The pumps quickly grew faster and faster.

“Ugh-h y-y/n.” He moans. “Just like that baby.”

Wrist speeding up, Rodrick’s change in pace fuels more thoughts and memories of you. Filthy fantasies, either real or not. All of you. His beautiful, loving girlfriend.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He says through his teeth.

Again and Again he strokes himself, reaching a desperation he was all too familiar with. And with that desperation and speed comes a certain roughness. In the way he gripped himself, the way his hands moved. Fast and messy.

“Ye-yes.” Rodrick says with a shaky voice. “Keep fucking going ba-bay I- I-”

Rodrick turns himself into a stuttering mess over you. He pushes himself closer and closer to that sweet release. Without a second thought, Rodrick finishes saying your name. Praising the hypothetical you as he does.

Minutes pass, adrenaline dies down and sleep sets in. Rodrick turns to his alarm clock and feels a sudden sense of accomplishment.

“I think that’s a new record.” He tells himself.

Just as before, Rodrick lifts his cover and finds the mess he’s made of himself. Hands, fingers and sheets. Whether it was sweat or cum, he was covered in it nonetheless.

Instead of rolling over and calling it a day, Rodrick exits his room with a towel and makes his way to the shower. For a cleanup and… for round two.

Masterlist Drum Lesson, 🍋 Makeup sex, 🍋

[slut4sugu]

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌— RODRICK HEFFLEY X BLACK!READER

ʚ 🍓ɞ including + warnings: rodrick being a nervous boyfriend, black!reader, toothrotting fluff, suggestive themes ʚ 🍓ɞ summary: what it’s like dating Rodrick heffley <3

next in the Rodrick series .

ʚ 🍓ɞ FIRST WEEKS DATING

HELLA SHYYY, despite putting up a ridiculous cool persona when it comes to being around you and your sweet smile all by himself he crumbles

Is scared to indulge in pda or physical intact with you because he’s afraid of coming off as clingy, but once you sit him down and let him know that you’re just as clingy if not more than he is, he starts to loosen up a little

constantly falls asleep with his head in your shoulder whenever around you and he gets tired

Starts looking out for you first in a crowd and gets visibly upset when he can’t reach you

Walks you to and from class no matter if he misses the bell or if your class is on the opposite side of the school. He values every minute he has with you <33

Thinks about giving you goodbye kisses all the time and almost did it once but chickened out and you thought it was adorable

Sends you hella couple TikTok’s late at night

Loves when you squeeze him when you hug, it makes his heart race

Adores all your protective styles but after you sent him a picture of your hair after wash day he was inlove

Damn near fainted when you called him baby on FaceTime late at night

It was 10pm and you were listening to Rodrick recount his day of tormenting Gregory as usual, you were growing sleepy as you listened to his voice lull you to sleep. “He’s such a little shrimp I swear- are you getting tired?” You shook your head no and said, “I’m still up baby.” You giggled as you saw your boyfriends face grow flushed, “You okay? Babyy?” You always got a kick out of seeing Rodrick lose his cool and this moment was just too precious, “Mhm! Y-yeah I’m great, totally fine.”

When he saw you the next day he was determined to make you just as embarrassed, but despite his best efforts when he called you doll all you did was giggle and call him cute after pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Rodrick once left a shirt at your place when he snuck over one time and saw you in it on FaceTime without a bra on he damn near drooled.

ʚ 🍓ɞ FIRST COUPLE MONTHS

Starts to get more comfy, cuddles with you when you’re alone and rests his head on your chest with his arms wrapped around your torso

Play with his hair and he’s like mush on top of you

Can’t get enough of hearing you sing, he loves it when you hum a song mindlessly in his presence, he thinks it’s the cutest thing ever.

Calls you bunny/bun or pinky pie

Walked in on you in just a bra and shorts one time, you didn’t see him again for another 6 minutes.

Had your first kiss in an empty hallway at school, you kissed him first<33

Whenever you do your makeup he insists on watching especially if you wear eyeliner, he’ll sit on your bed like a lost puppy as he watches his pretty girl in adoration.

Kisses you again at his house after he saw you cry over a Disney movie, he called you pretty and held you close to his chest until you had to leave.

Listens to old school music with you late at night over the phone

Said I love you for the first time out of nowhere on the phone, you were so starstruck he came over to say it to your face. He got in trouble for it later but he didn’t care, hearing you say it back was more important.

You have your first makeout session in your bedroom when you were supposed to be studying, the v neck shirt you were wearing complimented your double d’s and showed off the chain that held Rodrick favorite ring he gifted you. You looked so effortlessly pretty, so when you gave him a kiss for getting a question right he went in for another..and another..until your lipliner was smudged and you sat breathless on his lap.

Surprise bear hugs from behind when he misses you

Kisses your neck and messes with your hands when he wants attention

Your voice, your touch, your smile has Rodrick in a choke hold and hopefully the promise ring he’s saving up for with his mom bucks will show you how much he truly loves you <33

[muntitled]

Would you ever make a Rodrick Heffley (Devon Bostick) x black!fem goth reader?

She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named

Rodrick Heffley x afab!reader

Summary: Sleeping with him hadn't been a mistake. Your only mistake was leaving the morning after.

Warnings: Language, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Perv!Rodrick, Fluff, Insecurities, Goth!Reader, Rodrick is Whipped, Smut +18 (mdni), Make Up Sex, Praise Kink, Bondage, Dirty Talk, Rough Sex, Needy Sex, Fingering

You were not a weak person, nor are you ever so overly emotional. 

In fact, most of everyone who knew you ( admittedly a very small amount) would describe you as anything but weak

So what the hell is this?

"What do you think I should say when I get there?” Your voice is as rocky as a glacier and the sun is burning heavily through your fishnets. You could feel every heat ray seep through your long sleeved Black Sabbath shirt and your make up was feeling particularly cakey. Were it not for your best friend forcing you to face Rodrick, you would've been happy to spend the rest of your day huddled up in your listening, listening to the grave sounds of Bauhaus as you unplaited your hair.

The sun wouldn't normally be a problem for you. You'd wear these clothes if the sun was at your doorstep.

But right now, your senses are heightened. The stares you get wouldn't normally bother you, but this friday afternoon, they're piercing all over you. 

"You look constipated," your best friend says as she clutches her glitter covered notebook to her chest. "Stop that-" her lips stained in hot pink pull into a downwards smile.

In contrast, your black stained lips are pulled in a very obvious frown while the dread consumes your face. You walk side by side towards the boys dorm and usually the juxtapositioning doesn't bother you, but a great many things bother you today. You feel like a dark cloud beside her quirky pink perfumed self. Her hair is long and reigned in with a pink bow while your black braids were constantly tied back with a black knitted scrunchie. The juxtaposition didnt bother you.

This afternoon, you’re just hyper-aware of all the boys peppered outside the dormitories. And all their eyes are looking through you. As if you were nothing but a spectre.

Everyone except Rodrick seemed to look through you. When you had met him, it was as if a veil was lifted and suddenly you were thrust into the light.

You had been wall-flowering at a party in your first year of university. Your best friend, lost among the crown while you dug your earbuds in.

If it weren't for the shadow that had fallen over your frame, you might have fallen asleep right then and there, to the sound of Ghost’s instrumentals blasting in your eardrums.

You noticed him waving frantically at you, having yet to remove your earbuds. You didn't know what to make of his thickly applied eyeliner or his messy-on-purpose head of hair. But back then, you didn't really trust this university setting. 

For all you knew, his Joy Division shirt was a means to trap unsuspecting weird girls into sleeping with him.

And so with a very unimpressed frown you had shaked your head and said, “Sorry, I dont have any change,”

He threw his head back in laughter at that. 

He liked you even more now. 

Sure you were the only girl at this party he could ever imagine exchanging saliva with but now he realised you had a personality too? He was a goner.

“I’m not homeless,” His voice reached your ears and you soon realised that he had forcefully removed one bud, “Just wanted to ask you what you were drinking,”

“Why?” Your eyes scanned from his face, to his worn out boots, “Are you planning on messing with it?”

“Jesus,” He cackled, “I should've mentioned that I’m very clearly not a member of any sort of frat.” He raised his hands and said, “I come in peace,”

“I’m not planning on sleeping with you,” 

“I dont need to drug you to get you to sleep woth me,” He leaned awkwardly against the wall and said, “I’m in a band,”

“That doesnt work on me,”

Except it had, and that very evening you and Rodrick had exchanged saliva in a very long make out session that carried you to his on-campus dorm room. 

The very building you are currently navigating, in search of his room.

“I can feel my heart beating out my ribcage,” Your best friend stops in front of a door, one of many down a very long hall.

“It's  fault for ditching the guy the morning after,”

“I didn't ditch him,” You murmured, staring at the floor in shame,

“I'm sorry,” she says, “but the walk of shame story I keep hearing from the football boys about the girl dressed in black fleeing the halls can only be one person-”

“Just go talk to your boyfirned,” You had grumbled.” The door swung open. Your best friend pushed you in the direction of room 7112 as she said, “And you go talk to yours,”

Before you left, you quickly asked, “So, I like… look okay?”

She shook her head, causing another nauseating wave of anxiety to flood your system. “You look like you crawled out of a cemetery.” She says, assessing your very plain and incredibly boring black long-sleeve shirt and your ripped black skirt worn overy ripped stockings.

“Which is how you usually look,” She says, causing your heart to lessen its alarm, “All that black lipstick will send the Freakshow into an absolute spiral,” She winked before sending you on your merry way.

When Rodreick Heffley hears a knock on his door, he almost immediately assumes it's for his roomate. Then he remembers he’s a third year, with no roommate in sight. “Uh-What is it!?” Is all he screamed at the door, hoping that whoever it is would leave him alone. He hadn't been too close, the actress on his laptop screen was far too loud, and far too… perky. He knew that if he closed his eyes and just focused hard enough, he'd be rid of this horrible boner that had been plaguing him for weeks.

Since you left him.

“Don’t do that,” Rodrick squeezed his eyes shut, “Do not think about she-who-shall-not-be-named.” The knock sounded again and he angrily paused his video as he stuffed his cock back into his jeans. Rodrick cursed as he wied his hand with some clothing item littering across his floor and his voice is less-than-friendly when he rips the door open.

“Uh-”

He has to take a moment to close his eyes. When he opens them, you are standing there, sheepishly raising your hand to wave.

“She-who-shall-not-be-named,” He says in an airy whisper.

“What?” You tilt your head questioningly.

Before you can get another word out Rodrick slams the door in your face. Unbeknownst to you, he’s trying to get rid of a week's worth of masturbation material. Evidence of how badly you had affected him, how lonely he had been since you left. He even opened the curtains and when he opened the door again, you noticed he smelled vaguely like aftershave.

“W-What brings you back here?” He tries to be cold. He really does. But this is you. His heart is soaring at the very sight of you. 

Beautiful you. 

In your dark eyeliner and equally dark lips.

He looks away because he has to. You hadnt even said more than 5 words to him but his body was already having a very niticebale response to your presence.

He opens the door wider as he lets you in, “Did you forget something?” He all but sneers and you squeeze your eyes shut as you slide his door closed behind you. You were in this room again and the flashbacks were almost unstoppable. You remembered the way he kissed you. The way he prioritised your pleasure-

“I’m sorry,” You say, completely knocking the wind out of him, “When I left like how I did, I thought I was protecting myself… I didn't know if you wanted anything serious,”

“I would’ve told you I did,” He says, staring at the ground as he stands in the middle of the room, like a tall tree lost in the middle of nowhere, “but we were a little too preoccupied sucking face,”

You snort at that, and he smiles too.

He didn't wanna admit how terribly he had taken your departure. You were the first girl that liked him back. The first girl to actually like his presence. The first girl he could talk to about the things that made him smile. The sleepless nights bled into restless days. Days spent coaxing a jumpy knee under every table…

“So you missed me then?” A smirk flitted on his face as he folded his arms. You rolled your eyes as the cockiness reared its head, moving to sit down on his bed as you hid your smile.

“I didn't say all that,” You declared,

"Don't be like that," he says stalking towards you, his voice suddenly serious but a smile still present, "I know you missed me,"

The arrogance dripping from his voice escalates your blood pressure and sends all your inner systems into overdrive. As his shadow falls over you, you unconsciously lean further against the bed until you're lying supine. "You look like a whore," You can't help but say, eyeing his tight short sleeve shirt showing off a sliver of his waist.

He gasps, "Whatever do you mean?" Rodrick playfully lifts a leg up as he crawls on top of you. "Is the seduction working? Because yours is working on me. I’m trying incredibly hard not to eye-fuck you right now," He's made himself comfortable on his side but his eyes are the very juxtapositioning of 'relaxed'. They unapologetically scan your thighs, clad in your netted stockings

"Get over here," he rasps, "My patience is running incredibly thin," and so you do. You lift your torso and he hovers over you as you both meet in the middle. Rodrick murmurs against your lips, the kiss is furious and hurried and you don't know where to put your hands, "Everything about you is so fucking electric," if only he knew, the only electricity, in your mundane life was brought on by him. 

With him, your life was a hazy sea of black eyeliner and a never sweet, loud music. He made you feel alive.

Rodrick’s lips push furiously against yours, scolding you for your absence, punishing you for your distance. "Crazy," he says as his lips drift to the side of your mouth, "I've been going fucking crazy without you,"

Your mind races with the sudden electrifying feeling of having him back. Rodrick’s hands slithered to the nape of your neck, as he eases your head onto the mattress.

Rodrick’s hand soon finds your breast, soft under the fabric as he groans against your skin. “Fuck, I might not last long,” He admits, already rolling his hips into yours.

“Me too,” You admit, causing another loud moan to leave his lips.

He silences you with another fervid kiss. You're completely lost in him. In the intense smell of weed and leather. The unmistakable sting of metal on your skin. His full and awfully skilled lips are far too eager to get to your breasts. 

"This-" he rasps. You’re not even cognitively aware that he's lowered you onto the blanket, his teeth feel far too fucking good as they scrape along the material covering your breasts, "This shit," he hovers lightly above you, "This shit needs to come off."

"Are you asking for my permission?" You prop yourself up by your forearms, mouth swollen from his kisses as you smirk. "Since when did Rodrick Heffley ever ask permission for anything in his life?" 

Your words send a warm string of pleasure straight through his cock and he audibly groans as he sits back on his haunches. 

He sings in an awfully cherry voice: "Hands up now! Be a good girl," 

"You're fucking crazy," You whisper as you raise your hands, letting him undress you.

He watches you like a hawk, gauging your every reaction, to make sure you even wanted this- even wanted him at all. The moment your nipples, dark and erect, come into his field of vision, he knows he’s done. "This isn't gonna hurt," he whispers, feeling the need to reassure you. "I promise-"

"Rodrick?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm begging you to fuck me," 

Every single part of your being was screaming for him since the moment you arrived.  You had barely been able to keep a straight face throughout the entirety of your mindless conversation.

"You look so fucking hot right now," he says, lowering his lips to your ear, sending a plethora tiny, reassuring kisses, as if trying to distract you from your wrists meeting above your head, and the jangle of the metal joinging them together. 

You look up and your heart rattles when you notice him binding your wrists above your head.

"You have no fucking idea how much I've thought about this moment," the usual rasp in his voice is somehow raspier, darker.

"You've thought about this?" You queried as he stripped your bottom bare, “Kinky, Kinky boy,” You say as your legs spread unprecedentedly. He sends an awed look at your legs before staring back at you.

"Fuck yes," he replies, "I've had nothing but my hand to-" he chuckles dryly, "fill the void,"

He tugs on the cuffs and you gasp, completely unprepared for the wave of arousal that washes over you. "These good?" He asks and you nod.

“Perfect," Rodrick lowers his head to your supine body once more, "I think you're fucking perfect," 

He drags a hand over your body, over the curve of your breast and over the softness of your belly until his fingers meet your exposed cunt. Your head is a wild cloud of braids against the blanket but you could hardly care. You couldn't care less about how completely needy you were for him.

"Jesus- Rodrick" his fingers slip through your folds, eager to spread the embarrassing amount of slick already accumulated there. 

"I need you to promise me," Rodrick watches his hand disappear in your pants as he begins to set a steady, mind numbing pace.

"What're are you- Holy fuck, just there," your back arches off the blanket, eager for your clit to meet his fingers. But he relents.

"I need you to promise me you'll never disappear again."

There's an agonisingly slow build-up as Rodrick’s callused fingers tease your sensitive clit. 

"You gotta say it, Babe, or the declaration is null and void-"

"Yes!" You reply with a quickness, "Okay? I-yes..."

There's a shit-eating grin that splayed over his face. "Now the fun begins," 

You're far too focused on bringing yourself to orgasm, but your entire plan crumbles when he slips his hand out of your pants. You glare up at him, dissatisfaction radiating off of you in waves.

"Don't be like that,” He teases. “I've got little Ole needs too." His quick in discarding his shirt, and as he does so, your anger dissipates for a few heavenly seconds. His tattoo is a glorious patch of ink splashed on an ivory wall. A mark any normal person would undoubtedly regret in their later life and see as the product of a dumb adolescent mistake. But Rodrick never regretted anything he did. He was as firm as the ground beneath you.

"I fucking-" His lips meet the inside of your thigh, "-can't believe this is a thing that's happening,"

"It's happening," You say, unable to curb your enthusiasm. Your own voice is thick with desire. 

"I need you so fucking bad." He says, "I need to be inside you so fucking bad," 

Rodrick is quick to lower his jeans. He uncovers his hard cock, moving his hand along its length, as he stares at you in complete awe. "Hey, Babe?" You begrudgingly drag your gaze away from his hand to his face. "Try not to have the time of your life, m'kay," 

You're about to chide him but he slams his cock all the way into you. His movements are sloppy as they are hurried, and your eyes roll back from the intensity at having every single need met.

"Fuck yes, Rodrick!" Your wanton moans bounce into his ears, filling him with brazing satisfaction. Your hands cuffed above your head elicit another wave of pleasure. Youre utterly bared to him.

"You're never leaving me again, alright?" His forearm is beside your head, allowing him to watch you intensely as he pounds his cock further in. "You're never gonna pull that shit again," His angry thrusts punctuate his sentence, pushing every unsavoury sound out of your throat.

"I fucking promise- OH FUCK-" He sends a hand in between your intwined bodies, flicking your clit and having your cunt tighten deliciously around him.

"Are you gonna cum already?" 

"Shut the fuck-"

"Don't worry," he buries his head in the nape of your neck. "I'm right behind you,"

Rodrick’s thrust deepens and his pace around your clit accelerates until you're finally pushed over the edge. Your vision sprinkles with flecks of light as blind as the stars above you as you cum. "OH JESUS-SHIT," Rodrick pulls out of your wet cunt. Hurriedly stradling your hips before shooting ropes of cum all over your stomach.

You don't mind.

You feared Rodrick could get away with anything.

"Holy fuck- I-Im so sorry," 

He quickly somersaults up from his overzealous fit of pleasure and peers down at you wide-eyed. "Jesus Christ I- I should get you cleaned up," 

You chuckle, as you watch the boy scramble to find the keys to the cuffs. "Don't worry- I could just rinse off in the later-"

His ears perk up at that. Rodrick looks down at his nail painted in onyx, “L-Later?” He asks shyly. That means youre staying.

“Yes. Later.”

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Y’all ever read such a good fic with a nice plot just with so many spelling errors?!? Like TF you mean he was “grinong” in her ear or “taiek” her by the waist??

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request: “hihi ! can you write rodrick x ftm reader thats just like , treated as one of the guys in rodricks friend group and has a sense of belonging , then heather outs the reader or something n rodrick stands up for them (???) im not sure where im going with this request u can interpret it however u want”

summary: moving to plainview for a fresh start while you’re transitioning. you meet rodrick heffley, resident emo, and become inseparable. what happens when heather hills gets jealous thats he’s turned all his attention on you?

descriptions: ftm!reader, intended for a black reader but can be read by any race, rodrick might be ooc (??), i made heather really mean (and homophobic 😭) but in reality i have no hate to her HER ACTRESS IS GORGINA, slur drop (f word), maybe the reader a girly kid sorry if that upsets anyone, cursing, throwing up (only happens once and i don’t think it’s detailed), let me know if i missed anything!!

a/n: yall, i know i said friday, but circumstances change (especially when baby siblings are sick asf) so i’m sorry. you’re allowed to yell at me in the comments!! BUT ITS FINALLY HERE‼️ pls let me know if you like it, and if you think i should change anything. i can always improve!!

word count: 8.29k (i got carried away 😭)

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For as long as you can remember, you knew you didn’t feel right with who you were. You wore the dresses, the skirts, joined the girls line when you were split off and you were ok with it, but it never felt right. You wanted to get your hands dirty, skin your knee, and you could do all of that with the girls, but you wanted to do it with the boys.

Your parents seemed to acknowledge this and your family just labeled you a tomboy. It wasn’t until your last year of middle school that you realized who you were, what you were. You were a boy, you were trans.

After going back and forth with yourself, you go to your parents with tears streaming down your face. With the way you and your parents were raised, it didn’t seem like they were going to be accepting.

“Are you done blubbering?” Your mom had asked you, which made you cry even more because you didn’t know if that could be good or bad. “We knew this could be a possibility with you just wanting to be with little boys.”

“Just because your grandparents have a skewed perspective on gender doesn’t mean we do.” Your dad joined in with a hand on your shoulder.

And with that started your transition journey. First with therapy, then doctor visits, and finally testosterone. When you started taking testosterone (end of sophomore year), you and your parents moved to give you a fresh start. With their careers, they could work anywhere as long as they could travel.

Plainview was just that, plain, but it got the job done so you can lay low. You couldn’t even point it out on a map, but it seemed like a great place to get a fresh start. Family homes, mom and pop shops, and maybe 6 schools around. No one knows you, seeing as you moved almost cross-country, so perfect.

Your first day wasn’t anything like you imagined. You thought you would be clocked immediately, especially since in the rush to move and get enrolled in school you had forgotten to get your haircut. You lucked out though, because the only reason someone (besides a teacher) came to talk to you was because of your Pearl Jam shirt.

That was the day you met Rodrick Heffley, resident “bad boy” with a band that wasn’t shit (you could say that seeing as you were in it) and a taste for rock and metal. That’s who came to talk about your shirt.

“You listen to Pearl Jam?” He asked, and you were immediately on the defense.

You knew you didn’t exactly look the part of emo metalhead, you had heard it your whole life growing up. “Listen to your normal music,” was a common one, and you won’t lie, it hurt. Especially from the popular white kids because it was just another tally mark against you.

“Yes? What about it?” You snapped.

“Woah, didn’t know I touched a nerve,” his face had reddened a little, but besides that it didn't change. “I was just gonna ask your favorite song.”

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes. “I like Why Go from the Ten album.”

“Cool, cool, that’s a good one.” And then you both just stood there staring at each other. “Do you want to come over to my house after school?”

“I don’t even know you, kid,” you chuckled, “what are you, a kindergartener?”

“Well excuse me for trying to be nice.” He rolled his eyes. “I’m Rodrick.”

He held out his hand, which you hesitantly shook. “I’m (Y/N).”

“So are you coming over or what?”

And just like that he became one of the most important people in your life– along with his best friends; Drew, Ward, Chris, and Ben. Present day, you are never without Rodrick, and he, you. It doesn’t take a lot to convince the other to do something you probably shouldn’t, which leads to you guys getting in trouble a lot.

Like how one time towards the end of junior year in the middle of the night, Rodrick and you snuck out for a carnival almost 2 hours away. You had been relaxing at home, reading, when you heard little tinks coming from your window. You knew it was Rodrick throwing rocks at your window. He always did that when he’d sneak out of his house to come to yours.

“What the hell do you want?” You jokingly whisper-yelled as you opened your window.

“Come to a fair with me!” He whispered back.

“Last time I checked, the summer fair didn’t come until after school ended?”

“Because it’s not the one in Plainview, it’s the one in Huntington! Just come on!” He groans.

“First of all, I’m in pajamas!” You motioned up and down yourself. “Second of all, that’s almost two hours away!”

“So what, you’ve snuck out with me before! What makes this time any different? Come on, (Y/N), live a little!”

“Fuck it, fine!” and you closed your window to change. Your parents were long gone asleep, so you doubt they’d check on you, meaning you were in the clear.

You settled on baggy pants and a short sleeve, which is what you almost always wear, before you jumped out your window (you were on the second floor, yea, but your house wasn’t that big so it wasn’t a huge jump). Rodrick was waiting in his van, so you climbed into the passenger seat and set off.

You took a mini nap on the way, but after you woke up, you guys didn't shut up. From school to new albums, you talked about it all. You guys always were like this, (still were) even though at this point you’d only known each other a couple months. It scared you a little, how close you two had gotten in such a little period of time, mainly because you don’t want him to drop you because of who you were before.

“We’re here!” He pulled into a parking spot. You both climbed out of the van and met in front of it. “You brought your wallet, right?”

“Hanging with you? Of course not.” You deadpanned, before pulling out your wallet with a smile. “Why would I go to a fair without my wallet?”

He just rolled his eyes, slung his arm around your neck and walked to the ticket booth. Once in the fair, you guys set a plan to leave around 2:00 so you can get back in time for school.

You run around together, ride to ride, concession stand every chance you can get, and then barfing into a trash can. “I will never sneak out with you again.”

“Sure, ok,” Rodrick scoffed. “Come on, I want to ride the ferris wheel before going home!”

“Sure,” you rolled your eyes as you wiped your mouth, “just let me finish tossing my organs into this dumpster.”

“Let's go, smart ass.”

Surprisingly, there wasn’t a long line for the wheel. You’re on it in 5 minutes, and at the top in another 5.

“Told you it was worth it.” Rodrick teased as you looked out to the neon fair lights.

“Yea, yea, whatever,” you mumbled, too busy looking out at the eye widening view.

There’s a moment of silence. “Y’know, I’m glad we met each other.”

“Ew, don’t get all sentimental on me. Especially on a ferris wheel, that's just cringey.” You joke.

“I’m being serious!” He sighs. “Like I love the band, but I think me and you got closer in the span of a few months than me and them since middle school. It’s crazy.”

“Yea, sure, ok, dude,” you look back out to the lights. You couldn’t look him in the eyes because you had this warm feeling in your gut that you couldn’t place.

Rodrick doesn’t allow you to, though, as he grabs your face in one hand to make you look at him. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I want you to say it,” he stares into your eyes, seeming to search for something.

“Say what, jackass?” You feel your face catch on fire in the dark of the night.

“That I’m your best friend.” He looks so serious, and his eyes never leave yours.

“You’re my best friend,” you roll your eyes with a grin, “can you let me go now?”

“We’ll work on it.” He pats the side of your face and then faces the lights outside the wheel.

When you're both off the ferris wheel, you’re headed back home. The car ride home was silent, you in your own head and Rodrick seemed tired. You offered for him to stay over and sleep until school starts, but he declines, knowing his parents will wake him up in the morning.

You pull up to your house but just sit there for a second. “It was a bunch of fun, as always. Til we sneak out again.”

“See ya,” he smiles and lightly punches your shoulder.

“See ya, dude,” and you head to your house.

When you see him pull off, you lightly close your front door. As you turn around, your soul leaves your body.

“I don’t even want to know,” your mom holds her hand up to silence you. “Phone, now.”

You sigh, but do it.

It seemed that’s what happened with Rodrick, too, so for the rest of the school year you and Rodrick could only contact each other at school. He still snuck over, that wasn't going to stop.

You don’t regret leaving with him that night, because you had never had someone willingly be that close to you.

—

Currently, you’re all huddled up in the hot attic that is his room, but it was the only place without younger kids so you don’t complain much.

“Dude, I thought this year was gonna be it!” Rodrick complains as he lays upside down on his bed.

“Oh, it’s gonna be it, alright,” Ben rolls his eyes and throws a paper ball in Rodricks direction. “It’s going to be the year I finally strangle you if you mention Heather Hills one more time.” We all chuckle at how true it was.

Right now, he wouldn’t shut the fuck up about Heather Hills. Even though you had come in the middle of junior year, it was quick knowledge that he had a crush on her since middle school. At first it was cute, but after some unforeseen circumstances, you actually hated hearing her name. It wasn’t like you had a crush on him (It was), but the fact that she didn’t give him the time of day, and even when she did it was just to make fun of him or to have him do something.

“I second that, it’s fucking annoying,” you push him off the bed, seeing as you were on it right next to him.

“Ow, you dick!” he sits up and rubs his head.

“We’re, like, four months from graduating, if she wanted you, she would’ve said it.”

“Yea but-” Ward cuts him off.

“But nothing, bro, she don’t want your ass.”

It’s what you’ve been telling him this whole time, but you didn’t want to be too pressed about it because you didn’t want him to think you like her. You didn’t like her, you liked the one who liked her. You hadn’t realized it until you saw Heather sweetening him up one time and it hurt to watch– and not in a disgusted way.

You had no idea about your sexuality, you knew you liked boys even before you transitioned, but as you became more comfortable with yourself girls weren’t so bad either. You had been on a few dates with mostly girls (there weren’t many out guys in a small town, who knew?), but no one was Rodrick.

“I mean, I know, subconsciously,” he points to his head, “but she has this way of being in your head, no matter how mean she is.”

“Blah blah blah, bruh we don’t caaaarreee!” You roll your eyes and fall back on his bed. “She’s probably going to, like, Harvard or some shit and gonna marry rich. She doesn’t have time for loser guys like ourselves unless we can do something for her. It’s been that way since middle school, and it’ll be that way til the end of time”

“Major harsh, dude,” Drew pipes up.

“Whatever,” You get up and grab your backpack. “I’m going home, see you bozos tomorrow.”

You know why it bothers you so much, but you didn’t think you went that far. Hell, even Ward said something, but you were the one who was being “major harsh”? You roll your eyes as you stomp off to your house.

“Major harsh, my ass,” you murmur to yourself.

—

Tomorrow comes faster than you’d like. It wasn’t like you blew up on the guys, but you were pissed that you had been shut down. You kind of wanted to avoid them and go straight to class, but when you exit your house you see Rodricks van. The ride to school was pretty quiet except for the “good morning,” you all exchanged amongst yourselves.

“You were right,” Rodrick nudges you. When you give him a confused look, he goes on, “Heather is never gonna want me, and I’m taking myself off the market for other babes.”

“Oh, all those poor girls, saved,” you chuckle. Now you kind of feel bad, “but seriously, my bad if I went too far with what I was saying. I don’t have an excuse for what I said, but I am sorry.”

“Nah, I needed that good kick in the ass so I could wake up. Thanks, bro.” He playfully punches your shoulder.

“No problem, bro.”

As we pull up to school, you see Heather and her friends around their red convertible bug. You didn’t know whose it was, it was passed around more than a blunt in your group. Every morning they were there, and every morning Rodrick went to talk to them, talk to her, like clockwork.

“So are we skipping today, boys?” Rodrick suggests.

In a unison of ‘Hell Yea’s, you were the voice of reason. “Fuck no.”

They all groan, as they usually do when you’re right. We’re walking away from the van as you explain, “Y’all don’t have enough brain cells or credits to afford to skip. If yall want to blow this place, ya gotta graduate. You don’t even have to have honors.”

“Whatever, nerd,” Rodrick shoves you with a chuckle. “You can be a suck up and stay all day, but we’re outta here.”

“You can suck up on my balls, jackass,” you laugh and shove him back.

“You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” he shoves back.

“You’d love that!” but you don’t push him, you look in front of you.

You expected to see the red car, but you saw the stairs. You had passed the car?

You look behind you, and you still see the group talking about someone cheating on someone’s boyfriend, but you notice Heather Hills looking at you.

This wasn’t the first time Rodrick had ignored Heather for you, but that was at lunch. He always talked to her in the morning. You don’t know why, but you knew that this was her last straw.

When you had first moved here, you weren’t on her radar until you had talked to him. She was just standing off to the side and you didn’t realize it then, but he was just talking to her and stopped to talk to you. You could feel her glare, but when you looked at her she gave you a sugary sweet smile. That wasn’t the last time you would see that fake smile, but after this morning you knew it would be.

—

“I don’t know what you told him, but you need to untell him.”

The voice wasn’t unfamiliar to you, but you weren’t used to it being directed at you.

“Hi, Heather, how are you on this beautiful day?” You smile at her, though it was probably closer to a grimace.

“Cut the shit, you heard me.” She growls as you put your stuff in your locker.

“Why does it have to be me saying anything to him? Maybe he actually grew some balls and a brain.”

“You’re like a lost puppy around him, of course you said something.”

“Well, Heather,” you huff as you drop your bag and face her, “he used to follow you around like a lost puppy and I got sick of it because you were using him. I don’t know why it bothered me so much, but it did, so I told him that.”

“I know why,” she leans closer to your face with a whisper. “It’s because you’re a gay little bitch who hopes he looks in your direction but he wouldn’t even spit near you. I see how you look at him, but just remember he looks at me like that.”

“Ok,” you roll your eyes. “Why do you care so much? You admitted several times that you don’t like him.”

“He needs to like me, not the other way around. It gives other guys the idea that they can be with me and I can get gifts out of it. So if you don’t fix this, I can get so much dirt on you it’d make your head spin.”

“I think the bleach fumes are finally getting to your brain,” you scoff, trying not to seem nervous. You didn’t think that she could get to your secret, but that bitch has power in high places. But you had come so far without being outed, so you didn’t think it’d happen this close to your escape. “I don’t know what to tell you. I’m not gonna do that because you’re a bitch who doesn’t deserve any attention.”

She slams your locker in your face, “You’ll regret that.” And as she walks away you roll your eyes and mumble a “bitch”.

She doesn’t even want him, but I can’t have him? Whatever, bitch.

—

You decided to keep your little interaction from Rodrick and the gang because you knew it’d open up a) what she could find on you and b) did Heather actually like Rodrick and she’s lying? You just let them lead the conversation as you try to rationalize with yourself.

How would she find out your trans? You’ve been stealth for a year and your school medical records are locked up tight. She can’t out anything but you being gay and even that was a little chest tightening. At least you’ll still be a man, even if it was a gay one. Being outed as trans could shatter people’s perception of you and you’ll be that weird “girl” again.

“What are you thinking so hard about?” Rodrick asks you and you realize you’re the only two in the van now.

“Nothing, just exhausted. I need to be asleep right now,” you pretend to rub your eyes.

“Whatever you say, dude,” he sighs, but puts his hand on your shoulder and looks you in the eyes. “I’m here whenever you wanna talk, you seem to have a lot on your mind.”

It makes you freeze. It’s not like he isn’t always like this, he’s your best friend, but it doesn’t help after your conversation with Heather. He does this with every guy in the group, he may put on a front of being a dick to his brother, Greg, but he really cares for his friends. You have to convince yourself that this was just that, nothing more.

“Eyes on the road, weirdo,” you shrug his arm off with a nervous laugh. “I told you I was fine, I’m just tired.”

“Ok, dude,” he rolls his eyes.

Before you know it, he drops the rest of the guys off at their houses. You’re usually the last one to get dropped off since more often than not you’re the first one to be picked up. But when Rodrick passes your house, you have more than a few questions.

“Where the hell are you taking me?” You sigh.

“Obviously you won’t tell me what’s actually wrong, so we’re going to hang out til that frown turns upside down!” He smiles as he passes his house, too.

“How did I become friends with such a cornball? Aren’t you supposed to be the resident bad boy, go back to that.”

“You know you love me,” he smirks.

More than you know, that’s the reason I’m in this mess! You almost say, but stick with, “Sure, whatever you say.”

You know exactly what he’s going to do, you guys do it every time one of y’all are going through it. Head to the gas station to get slushies and snacks, then go out to your favorite clearing in the woods. He even does it with Greg sometimes, even though he likes to act like he hates his younger brothers.

“Isn’t the point of a slushy to mix all of the flavors together?” Rodrick rolls his eyes.

“We have this conversation every time we come here, I get two flavors that compliment each other! All of those flavors confuse your mouth and you lose taste buds.”

“You lie just like my mother, which means you lie like shit.” And for that you slap his shoulder. “OW!”

“Don’t talk about Susan like that!” You say, jokingly offended. You go to hit him again, but he grabs your hand.

“You’re a fucking nut case.”

“OMG!” You hear an all too familiar voice excitedly yelp. “I thought I heard your voice!”

“Oh, hey Heather.” Rodick turns to talk to her, forgetting to let go of your hand. “What are you doing in here?”

“My friends wanted to stop in here to get some junk.” She waves her hand behind her and rolls her eyes. “I obviously don’t eat stuff like that, I mean, look at me.” Rodrick doesn’t even glance down when she motions at herself.

“Good for you, me and (Y/N) are actually in here for some snacks, too.”

She finally looks at you, and then at you and Rodricks combined hands. You squirm under her stare and take your hand out of Rodricks. He looks at you in seeming confusion, but doesn’t say anything.

“I didn’t see you there, hey (Y/N)!” She has a smile on her face, but you can see in her eyes the amount of hatred she has for you.

“Hey, Heather…” You almost whisper, and then turn to seem busy with your slushy.

“Well, we should get out of here, bye Heather.”

“Oh, yeah, I think my friends went back to the car, so I should head out, too.” She turns to leave, but looks back over her shoulder and waves seductively. “Bye, Rodrick!”

When you hear the front door bell ring, you finally release the breath you had been holding in. “Holy shit,” you whisper to yourself.

“What was that?” Rodrick turns to you with a smile and points behind him. “She’s never willingly came up to me unless she needs something. And she just wanted…conversation?”

“Your guess is as good as mine,” You paint on a smirk even though your heart is racing. She had seen you with Rodrick, holding hands (completely his fault!), and he couldn’t be any less interested in her! You just know your fate is sealed.

“Well, let’s get this shit paid for and go.” He grabs up your food and you grab the slushies.

With everything paid for, you guys hop back into the van and head into the trail a few blocks down. It wasn’t anything official, but you hadn’t gotten in trouble for being out here, so yall just kept going.

You park the van and head into the back, opening the doors for some fresh air.

“So are you ready to tell me what’s up?” Rodrick asks after a few sips of his slushy abomination.

“I told you that I’m just exhausted.” You keep up your front.

“And I told you that you lie like my mom,” he sighs. “So you might as well just spill it.”

“It’s just something that me and my family have to deal with, you don’t have to worry about it!” You know if you bring your family into it, he’ll stop pushing it because he knows your parents don’t play.

“Ok, ok, I’ll let it go.” He raises his hand in defense.

You don’t respond, and you guys are submerged into silence once again. You exchange looks when you don’t think the other is looking, but besides that you take in the forest around you.

Heather could never experience these moments with Rodrick and understand how precious it is. Rodrick has always been the weird “bad boy” (people literally only say this because of his clothes and that makes you roll your eyes) who some of the girls wanted but if it got out they did like him, they’d be made fun of. You see how some of the girls look at him when he isn’t looking, and it hurts your heart. You know they have more of a chance than you ever would.

But with you, he was never like this. He was the goofy, caring friend who’d drop everything if you said the word. Heather only sees him as an object that gives her affection, but you see him as he truly is; a guy who loves and just wants it back. He just wants to be seen.

“Y’know you’re my best friend, right?” You blurt before you can think about it.

“Only took you a year to be genuine about it,” he nudges your shoulder.

“What?”

“The ferris wheel.” He states like you’re just supposed to know. And you do.

“You still remember that?” You gape.

“Anyway, yes I am your best friend, just like how you’re mine.” He grins at you, and then he drops it, “you’re not planning anything are you?”

“Oh my god, a guy can’t express his appreciation for his best friend?” You throw your hands up.

“I’m watching you,” he squints his eyes and points at you.

You get a text from your mom wondering where you are, and that’s the end of your little outing with Rodrick.

When he drops you home, Heather is the furthest thing from your mind, even though you know holding Rodricks hand (even though it wasn’t even purposely!) would be a slight against you.

—

Over the next two weeks, Heather's empty threat went to the back burner of your mind. If she wanted to out you, it would’ve happened by now. I’m safe, you sighed in relief.

Rodrick continued not to go up to her in the morning, but if she talked to him he definitely talked back. It seemed to calm her attitude toward you now, but it still was a hot seat around her. Like now, she’s passing around flyers for her party this weekend and intentionally passed by you.

“Rodrick, you’re definitely coming to my party this weekend, right?” She bats her eyelashes. “I need your band Soiled Diper to play!”

“It’s Löded Diper,” you correct and she glares at you, “and when have you ever wanted us to play anywhere near you?”

“Us?” She scoffs at you. “I just want the main band, not some wannabe.”

“Woah,” Rodrick stops her. “(Y/N) is an actual part of the band, so no him, no band.”

“Him? If that’s what you wanna say, sure.” And to the untrained ear it could just be her upset that he isn’t going along to exclude you, but you know what she means. As you perk up and look in her eyes, she’s already looking at you with a knowing smirk.

She knows. FUCK how does she know?

“I’m fine with not going, Rod,” you try to sway him. This cannot be fucking happening.

“No, it’s either all of us or none of us.”

Of course now he wants to be a fucking hero right now. He doesn’t get that this is social suicide FOR ME! Social homicide? Not important right now.

“Ok,” she has that sugary sweet fake smile. “Don’t come, then. Remember what I said.”

That last part was for you, you know it, and your blood runs cold. Fuck.

The rest of the day you’re on the edge of your seat, thinking what she might do. How the fuck did she even find out? You weren’t on social media much pre-transition, so barely any photos of you before exist. And like you said, your medical records were locked up tight.

Whatever, you try to convince yourself. She won’t do anything! She would’ve already.

You make it home with no one running around talking about your biggest secret, so your anxiety has allowed you to breathe again.

You decide to finally talk to your mom about this because who else will understand?

“You’re right to be afraid, but you’re also right about her doing it when she finally found something on you.” Your mom rubs your hair as you lay in her lap.

“It’s like I can’t get into her mind and I seriously want to. Like what is she planning?” Your thoughts literally won’t shut up. You haven’t had to worry about stuff like this for close to 2 years, and now its like your whole world is about to collapse

“For her sake, I hope nothing because I’m not above beating a little girl's ass!” And you know she’s being for real. Your mom doesn’t play around.

“Mom,” you roll your eyes.

“So, she thinks you like Rodrick…What’s up with that?”

“You know the answer if you’re asking,” you sigh.

“Do you want any advice on that? I say you should go for it.” Your mom shrugs.

“Absolutely not, because if this does come out I don’t want him weirded out by me being trans and gay.” You don’t even know if you are gay gay, but you know it’d make you that if you ask him out.

“I think you’re safe, but if something does blow, I’m in your corner.” She holds up her fist playfully to show it.

“Thank you, Mom.” You finally felt at peace with the whole thing. You trust your mom and feel like it will all blow over.

If only you knew.

The next morning, you walk with a pep in your step. You decide to walk to school, texting Rodrick you didn’t need a ride. It took a little longer to walk than drive, so you knew they’d beat you there.

When you finally showed up, people were staring at you, but it didn’t bother you much. People looked at you and the gang weirdly all the time, it just happened. It was when you finally made your way inside that all hell broke loose.

Random whispers were rampant through the hall, but when you walked by it would stop. Whatever, they were probably just talking about what you were wearing like always. You shrugged and went to find the guys.

You were right in front of them in the cafeteria and about to speak when that sugary voice stopped you, “Hey, [Redacted]!” It exclaimed.

You could’ve thrown up right then and there. You whip around to face Heather, “What the hell did you just call me?”

“Should I tell her or are you guys going to be good friends?”

“Guys, what is she talking about?” You turn to them and the look on their faces say it all.

They Know. Everyone knows.

Ben turns his phone around and you have to will yourself to not spill your breakfast out onto the concrete. It’s a screenshot from one of your parents' private Facebooks from two or three years ago with a title that stated your deadname.

The “girl” in the picture was going to homecoming, and it was obvious that it was you. Your face was softer, caked with makeup, and your hair was longer. The caption had your name and said that you were indeed going to homecoming.

“This picture was private, how the fuck?” You were whispering to yourself. You’re frozen in place, you can’t look anywhere but Ben’s phone.

“How could you hide this from your friends?” Heather fake gasps. “Pretending to be a boy? Going into the boys bathroom and locker room? What a freak!” and her whole group laughs. When you didn’t respond, she kept going, “Like, can you guys believe it? She’s pretending to be a boy to get close to you, and I even heard she had a little crush on one of you!”

That made you bark out a sob. Holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy-

“It’s crazy! Right, Rodrick?” and that snaps you out of it.

You glance at him, and he looks angry. Probably at you for lying to him. You darted away, looking for an exit because all you can think about is going home. You hear your name called after you, but you don’t care.

—

“What the hell are you doing home? Classes literally just started.” Your mom asks as she’s cuddled up with your dad. You don’t answer her, and just run up to your room, sobbing.

“Woah, woah woah, hey!” They get up to go after you.

When you get to your room, you don’t close your door knowing they’re after you. You shut your phone down and just throw yourself onto your bed, trying to stop your tears.

“Son, what’s wrong? What happened at school?” My dad knocks on the open door.

“Heather Hills,” you say through your pillow. Even if your dad didn’t get it, your mom did.

“She didn’t…”

“She did though, Mom!” You cry out, turning to face them. “She outed me to the whole school! She somehow found one of your Facebooks, got into it and found an old picture of me going to homecoming, and she shared it with the whole school!”

“Are you serious?” Your dad balls up his fist.

“Not only that, but she said that I was pretending to be a guy! Said I was doing it to get close to Rodrick, basically told him I liked him, and made me seem like this big ass weirdo!”

“We need to do something about this,” your mom says, and she sounds pissed. “This has to be some sort of harassment!”

“Your mother is right, we need to contact the school-”

“NO, please,” you start. “What’s done is done, I don’t want this bigger than it is!”

“(Y/N)!-”

“Mom, please listen to me!” You’re exasperated at this point. “Heather has the whole school behind her. Her parents are RICH, so if we try to do anything, it’ll just make everything worse!”

“I don’t give a fuck about her parents! She hurt my baby and she needs to be held accountable!”

“I don’t want to be in the middle of any more drama!” You groan. “I just want to figure this out quietly and on my own. I don’t want to talk to anyone about it and I just want to be left alone!”

“Ok, ok,” your dad sighs and puts a hand on your head. “If that’s what you want, we won’t push it,” he turns to your mom, “won’t we?”

“Yea, I guess,” she rolls her eyes, but gives a weak smile. “But at any point you need any help or she does anything else, we’re in your corner.”

“Thank you for understanding.”

“Get some rest, son,” your dad pats your shoulder. “You look like you need it.”

“I’ll try.”

But you knew you weren’t going to be able to sleep. You avoid your phone because you didn’t want to be contacted by anyone, but especially Rodrick. You didn’t want to know his disgust with you, didn’t want to know how much he thought that Heather was right.

Without the distraction of your phone, your room and the house was too quiet. You could hear your parents downstairs, trying not to be angry about your situation and watching television. Your mind keeps replaying you looking at Ben’s phone, ears ringing in anger and worry. You’re so horrified, afraid you’ve lost all of your friends. You were supposed to graduate without anyone finding out. What was the point of a fresh start if you were just gonna have to deal with all that you wanted to avoid at your old home?

You hear someone knock on your front door, and even being that far away from it you heard Rodricks voice. This time you can’t stop your stomach from lurching and you run to the bathroom.

As you flush the toilet, you hear the door close and footsteps up the stairs. That makes you pray on the bathroom floor to anything that could hear you to not make you talk to him yet.

“Hey, baby, you alright?” Your mom’s voice fills you with relief and seems to calm your stomach.

“No,” you say truthfully. You didn’t feel like lying right now, “I feel like everything is over for me.”

“You heard him, didn’t you?”

“Not what he said, but I heard his voice,” you admit.

“Then I think you should answer your phone.” And with that, she leads you back to your room, kisses your forehead, and goes back downstairs.

—

You don’t turn your phone back on until the next day. You still felt sick, and no matter how much you tried to eat you just couldn’t. You stayed home from school and your parents didn’t argue, but they still had to go out for work. Not a full trip, but they had to go to the next town over.

You had less messages than you thought you would, but it’s still crazy. Drew, Ward, Chris, Ben, and even Bill messaged you, but you didn’t care about all of them because one name caught your eye. Rodrick.

It was four messages; are you home??, answer me!, i’m coming over. were the first three, but the last message was a video.

It starts staring at the floor, and then it’s pointed to a group of people. You can make out you, the gang, and Heather behind you. You take off running, but the recording doesn’t stop there.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Rodrick stands up and gets in Heather's face.

“What?” she laughs in disbelief.

“You heard what I said!”

“Are you seriously defending her over me? I thought you liked me?!” You can hear the fakeness in her voice.

“That was before you decided to spread lies about my friend! He has done nothing to you!” the emphasis on the “he” makes your eyes widen. “You’re gonna stop talking shit about my best friend to my face! You’re such a fake bitch! I don’t know how I ever liked you…”

“Don’t tell me you’re seriously picking her over me? You must be more homo than her to like that wannabe boy.”

“Are you fucking serious?” The rest of the guys pipe up and start to surround Heather.

“He is a guy, and if you think anything other than it, you must be stupider than I thought,” Ben steps up.

“And so what if I like him? Just know I don’t like you, not anymore.” Rodrick is the angriest you’ve ever seen him, it’s kind of hot scary.

“Whatever, you’re all just losers. Lets go,” she turns and walks off with her crew.

That’s where the video ends.

You couldn’t stop rewatching it in amazement. He had stood up to Heather Hills for you without hesitation. Had said he liked you to Heather Hills. To basically the entire school, if this video has already gone around.

You debate whether or not you wanted to talk to him, but your need for your best friend wins over your need to hide. You slip on your shoes and head out.

You live a little over 5 minutes away from Rodrick even though he drives you guys everywhere. You know you could’ve told him to come over to your house, but it’s nice to finally get some fresh air. Plus, his mom was always nice to see when you went over his house.

When you get there, you see his van parked in the driveway near the garage. You have to hype yourself up to knock on the front door, but once you do it’s like a wave of nausea comes crashing over you.

I can’t do this, oh my god. What have I-

Before you can finish your thoughts, the door opens. You half expect it to be Rodrick, but it’s just Greg.

“Hey, kid.” You do a little wave as if you haven’t met him before. Whenever you come over, you tend to see Greg and Rowley, too. Most of the time they’re just in the living room, but they sometimes come up to the attic just to get chewed out by Rodrick, especially when it’s just you two up there.

“Hey, (Y/N),” he smiles, “where’ve you been?”

“Yknow.” You wring your hands. “Around.”

You can barely get words out. Does Greg know? Did Rodrick tell his family about what his best friend is?

“Rodrick should be upstairs in his room.” Greg moves out of the way so you can step into the house. “He’s been moping up there since yesterday, I don’t even think he’s left it today.”

“He didn’t go to school?” It’s not surprising, he’s always skipping, but you know it’s because of what went down yesterday.

“Nope,” Greg shakes his head. “Look, I don’t know what happened between you guys, because he only acts like this when he can’t see you, but I think you guys will work it out. It’s like me and Rowley, just less romantical.”

“W-what-” you sputter out. “I don’t-”

“Sure, whatever you want to tell yourself.” Greg cuts you off with an eye roll. “Like I said, he’s upstairs.”

“Thanks, kid.” Your face is on fire.

And with that, you mount the stairs to the attic. Is your crush on Rodrick really that obvious that even his family can see it? And with the way Greg was talking it seems to be reciprocated. You heard it come out of Rodrick’s own mouth, but what if he just said that so Heather could leave you alone?

You’re in front of his door before you can finish your thoughts. You knock, ready to get this over with.

“Mom, I told you I’ll be ok, just leave me alone!” You hear him call out.

“Not your mom, last time I checked.” You say, a soft smile grows on your face from hearing his voice.

You hear him leap up off of his bed and trip over something, but it doesn’t seem to phase him as he runs to open the door.

“(Y/N),” he breathes out.

“Hey,” you can barely look him in the face. “Can I come in?”

“Yea, yea, come in!” He pulls you through the door.

Once in his room, it’s like you’ve never set foot in it. You don’t know what to do, where to sit. It all feels new to you for some reason.

“Dude, just sit down somewhere.” Rodrick laughs at your newfound confusion.

You decide to sit on his bed, which you do every time you come over. You and Rodrick always sit on opposite ends of the bed so you can look at each other, which this time is no different.

You just sit there, staring at each other. You decide to break the ice. “It’s true, all of it. I don’t know how Heather got that picture, but I was a girl for most of my life up until now. Please, don’t hate me.”

“I’m not going to lie, it made me mad that I had to find out through Heather Hills,” he sighs, “but then again it’s none of my business. You were doing it to protect yourself, so I get it and I don’t have a right to be mad. I could never hate you over something like that though.”

You just sit there with your mouth open. You knew subconsciously that he couldn’t have hated you, but you had grown up hearing all the hatred people had for people like you. You had no choice to be on the defense when coming over here, no matter what you heard.

“I just-” You start. “I just, I know you’re my best friend, and I should’ve trusted you with this, but I couldn’t. I’ve never had anyone but my parents know. Their families don’t even know, that’s the whole reason we moved here.”

“Would you have ever told me?” He asks, kind of quiet.

“Maybe.” You shrug honestly. “I was too worried about trying to survive high school without a slip up to think that far ahead.”

“Oh,” is all he answers.

It’s another drowning silence. You’ve never had an awkward silence in your entire friendship, this is freaking you out.

“Did you watch the video I sent you?” Rodrick speaks up.

“Yea, it was the first thing I saw when I turned my phone back on.” Another beat of silence. “It was the only reason I came over here to talk to you.”

“Did you watch the whole thing?”

“Only a hundred times,” you smile evilly. “I love watching that barbie wannabe get put in her place.”

“Yea, that was great to do,” his voice lowers, “but that’s not what I was talking about.”

“I know.” You whisper and look him in the eyes.

You just sit there staring at each other, and then Rodrick looks down at your lips. It was so quick you could’ve missed it if you blinked, but you saw it. Just go for it.

“Are you going to kiss me, or just think about it?” You try to sound confident, but it ends up a quiet squeak.

His eyes widen, but he begins to inch over to you until you’re pressed up against each other. “Is this okay?” His whisper tickles your lips.

You just nod, eyes never leaving his. You don’t know who leans in first, but your lips are together in a flash. Your grip on his shirt is tight, as if when you let go it’ll all disappear. Your mouths almost move in unison, like you’re trying to devour the other. You can barely breath, feeling like this isn’t real. You dreamed about this moment for so long and now that it’s here it’s like you’re ascending.

You are the one who pulls away first, needing to breathe. Rodrick doesn’t seem like he wants to stop, kissing down your jaw to your neck. While you're breathing softly, you hear a knock at his door. That doesn’t stop Rodrick though.

“Rodrick,” you breath out as a warning.

“Hm,” he hums indifferently. Before you both know it, his door opens.

“Rodrick, you need to leave this- OH MY GOD!” His mother screams out.

“MOM!” Rodrick jumps away from you in fear and shock.

You’re all just stuck looking at both of them staring at each other before you break the silence.

“Hey, Ms. Susan…”

After that you are put through a lecture with his mom and dad. You guys can’t be upstairs alone without Greg being a buffer, door open at all times even with the other guys there. They, of course, texted your parents about what they found so that's gonna be fun to go home to. But you felt like none of that mattered because you got what you wanted. You didn’t lose your friends, and you even gained a boyfriend.

He offers to drive you home, which you take because you want to be close to him for a little longer. So you wave goodbye to his parents and get into the van.

You hold hands on the way to your house.

—

“We’re glad you decided to come back to school,” Rodrick squeezes your hand. “It’s been so boring.”

“First of all, I was gone one day,” you roll your eyes in fake annoyance. “And second of all, you literally didn’t even go yesterday!”

“But it’s always boring whenever I don’t get to see you, baby.” He wiggles his shoulders against yours.

All the guys groan in fake disgust. “Yall are so corny, break up already.” Ben gags.

“I didn’t even say anything!” You throw your hands up, taking one of Rodricks hands with you.

“Cringe by association.” And you roll your eyes in true annoyance.

“Are you sure you’re ready to go back?” Rodrick interrupts. “We could just go back to your house and hang out for the day.”

“I’m sure you’d love that,” you shove his arm, “but if I keep skipping, it’ll be like she won. Plus I’m not losing my straight A streak because of that bimbo.”

“Fine,” he huffs. “I can’t wait for the last day, school is so boring.”

“I thought without me it was boring?” You raise an eyebrow.

“You know what I mean.” He kisses your cheek.

“Yuck,” one of the guys laughs out behind your back.

“Shut the fuck up so we can get this day over with.” You flip them off.

You’re, of course, joking because you know you couldn’t have gone through this without them. After your talk with Rodrick, you all had a group hangout and talked through all of this. They let you know the whole time that they were 100% on your side. They were your boys and you were theirs.

Maybe the rest of the year won't be hell. You got the guy, smited the girl, and even if you were outed, you had all the friends you needed with you already. You were going to be fine.

[starriisarchives]

ᝰ RENNI’S KINKTOBER : A HULU ORIGINAL

LIGHTS, CAMERA, ACTION!

information. welcome to my first kinktober, take a seat, relax, grab some snacks, and binge til you drop ﾉ banner not made by me, i found it on pinterest.

warnings. minors and ageless blogs do not interact. every fic on this contains nsfw so no minors are allowed.

EPISODE TWENTY SIX : BREEDING KINK ﾉ RODRICK HEFFLEY

FILL YOU UP ᦾ rodrick sees a perfect time to start the process of baby making.

EPISODE TWENTY SEVEN : JEALOUSY ﾉ RODRICK HEFFLEY

POSSESSIVE ᦾ you get mad after seeing all the girls flirting with rodrick after a show.

EPISODE TWENTY EIGHT : DRUNK SEX ﾉ JOHN B. ROUTLEDGE

UNDER THE INFLUENCE ᦾ things get intimate between you and john b after a drinking game.

EPISODE TWENTY NINE : SECOND CHANCE ﾉ ONY

BOUND TOGETHER ᦾ after a failed date, ony shows you how much the two of you are meant for each other.

EPISODE THIRTY : PHONE SEX ﾉ RAFE CAMERON

OVER THE PHONE ᦾ when rafe goes out of the town for a business trip, you get off to the sound of his voice.

EPISODE THIRTY ONE : ANGRY SEX ﾉ JJ MAYBANK

QUICK RELEASE ᦾ after an altercation at his job, jj needs you to help calm him so he don’t get fired.

end of video. — all rights reserved © starriislxt 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[crystical33]

I need more fanfics to read 🙏😞😞

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Baking | Rodrick.H

“RODRICK STOP” you yelled running away from him, “NO WHAT WAS THAT SHIT YOU SAID EARLIER” he screamed at you as he continued to chase her.

earlier the two couples were in the kitchen baking whatever they were baking and joking around until Rodrick had said something.

“What if I cheated on you” he huffed out a laugh while adding the brown sugar, she glanced at him through her eyelashes he looked at her “…what?”

She scoffed and stared to mix the ingredients together “Yeah, what if I cheated on you with your homeboy Merkle?” She smirked at her remark.

She felt his eye darting at her head as she continued to smile from laughing but he left to grabbed something from the one of the drawers, she turned her head and saw him pulling out a big knife.

She made a face while her eyes widen and putted down the bowl of half-mixed ingredients.

“Rodrick” she called out as he head snapped at her “what?” “Why’d you got a knife-“ “You said you were gonna do what?” He asked as he walked towards her.

She took a few steps back “W-what? Dude seriously move” she said eyeing the knife and him.

They stared at each other for a while before he made a move and she’s running around the house to get away from him which leads us to now.

“DUDE YOU STARTED IT” you ran back into the kitten on the other side of the table as he was across from you.

“Yeah, but I didn’t say one of your friends I just said ‘what if’ you said one of my friends,” he said making a face and scoffing.

“Okay, I know and I’m sorry, Rodrick, just…put the knife down…please” I begged him which I rarely even do.

He let out a laugh and dropped the knife on the table making it clank “Oh baby…you really thought I was gonna hurt you” his words sounded sarcastic but he wasn’t.

I nodded my head as I was still breathing a little hard “Oh I could never hurt the little baby” he pouted out sarcastically.

I could feel the corner of my mouth twitch up and stop preventing myself from smiling, I quickly grabbed the knife and put it back where it came from.

I turned around and jumped seeing him behind me with a grin “I’m sorry baby, I-i really am…I don’t know what came over me”

He said and wrapped his hands around my waist hugging me as I wrapped my arms around his neck, having him nuzzled into my neck.

“I would say it’s okay but I’d be lying” he chuckled “I don’t blame you…it’s just I really don’t know what came over me” his grip tightened a little.

“You're crazy that’s what” I smiled he pulled back and stared into my eyes “Maybe I am…for you” he smirked and kissed me.

After that, we went back to baking, laughing, and goofing off like we usually do.

A/N: this is my first time writing, don't judge😭🙏🏽

Sorry for ANY miss spelling!

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

A/N: Any Rodrick stans? Well, here’s a cute little story for y’all. I hope you guys like it!

Pairing: Rodrick Heffley x Reader

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Sunday was a particularly boring day for me, but I knew that Rodrick and his family had church on Sundays. So, I usually tried to drop by and see him before he went.

I changed out of my pajamas before getting in my car, and drove to his house.

Once I arrived parked and went up to the door and knocked and was greeted by his mother, “Hey, Mrs. Heffley. How are you?”

“I’m fine, it’s good to see you. Here to see Rodrick?”

“You know me so well, is he here?” I asked as she nodded her head and let me inside.

She didn’t have to tell me where his room was, considering I’ve been to there house for a while. I jogged up the stairs to Rodrick’s room, noticing he was still lying in bed, tossing something at the ceiling.

“What are you doing?” I ask and Rodrick sat up, immediately after he tossed the item in the air, causing it to hit him in the head.

I stifle out a laugh, before walking over to him, “You okay?”

“I’m fine, it’s nothing I can’t handle, really.” He said standing up flex. I laugh and noticed his clothes, he wasn’t exactly dressed for church.

“Where’s your church outfit?”

“This is it right here.” He said, looking down at his outfit.

“You can’t wear that to church, Rodrick!” I exclaimed before walking over to his closet and looked for something for him to wear.

After looking through his clothes, I managed to find a button up shirt and dress pants. “Here. Put this on.”

He hesitantly grabbed the clothes from me, and gave me a look. “Just put it on, trust me.” I brought him down to my height to peck his lips. “I’ll be right back.”

I leave his room to find him mom, and found her in the living room, along with her husband, Greg and Manny. “Hey, Mrs. Heffley?”

“Oh, please call me, Susan.”

I smile, upon having the privilege to call her that, “Susan, do you think you guys might have an extra tie for Rodrick to wear?” I asked and they looked shocked at how I managed to get Rodrick wear something like that.

“I think Frank might have one, can you go get one, please?” He nods, as he walked up to his room to grab one. Not too long after, I grab the tie and from him and jogged up the stairs to Rodrick’s room.

I was going to tell him what I got for him, but stopped seeing him his formal outfit. “Woah..”

I watched he turned around and his buttons were in the wrong holes, “I got it, Rodrick.”

“Did you just undo my buttons to look at my chest?” He asked with a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

“I’m trying to help you!” I laugh, as I fixed the buttons.

“Yeah, I don’t buy it.” He smirked, feeling all types of cheeky, I rolled my eyes and showed him the tie.

I bring it around his neck and tried to tie it, but tying ties was never my strong suit, let alone tie it for someone else.

But I figured it wouldn’t be that hard right?

I was wrong it’s actually really hard to do. And when I thought I had it, I didn’t actually have it.

I sighed and tried to make it look nice anyway. “It’s not working out for me, let’s just go downstairs.”

“Look at him, you look nice honey.” Susan smiled and then noticed his tie. “But what happened to your tie? Who did it?”

I was about to tattle on myself, but then Rodrick was quick and took the blame for me. “I did, and I thought it looked pretty good for the most part.”

Susan looked between the two of us and knew immediately what was going on. She knew that I tied his tie and failed miserably, but it warmed her heart seeing her son take the blame.

“Well, I’ll show you how to do it.” She said, and took the tie and verbally explained everything, not just for him before for myself as well.

“There we go, good as new.” She smiled, and looked at me. “Thank you so much for helping, Rodrick.”

“Of course, I’ll always be there to help out.”

“Oh really? Cause I need to find Manny a babysitter and I-”

“Would you look at the time? I have to get home, I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” I quickly gave Rodrick a kiss to the cheek and hurried out the house with a quickness.



[mjlovescm]

Sunday skincare

a/n: some much need Rodrick fluff ! Should I do more ?

“Not happening,” you told Rodrick as you began to gather your things.

“Please, baby, please,” he begs. “I miss you, and my bed misses you a-”

“It’s not gonna happen, Rodrick.” You cut your boyfriend off. “The last time I slept, my face broke out, and my sleep schedule was ruined for a month.” You were unfortunately, not exaggerating. 

“That was a while ago. Your skin is perfect, and I swear we'll be asleep by eleven.”

“P.m or A.m?”

“P…m?” he says, unsure. 

You give Rodrick a stern face, saying again, “It’s not gonna happen.”. Your sleep and skin were very important to you after years of all-nighters and breakouts. You liked to stick to your routine no matter what. And if that meant early bedtimes and strict routines, then so be it. 

Weeks passed, and although Rodrick respected your wishes, parts of you did miss sleeping besides the snoring boy. So after days of dropping hints, Rodrick read your mind and again asked if you would sleep over.

“So I’ve been thinking… one night won't completely  ruin your schedule right ?”

“Maybe.” you say cautiously. 

“So if we go to bed early and my bedsheets are washed…Can you stay tonight?”

“Hmm.” You pretended to ponder his question, not wanting to outright say yes. “Fine.”

“Yes.” Rodrick exclaims, pulling his fist close to his body before showering you in kisses. 

“But no staying up, and I swear if I see one pimple,”

“Yes, yes, yes, whatever you want, baby, whatever you want-”

Your boyfriend continues to shower you in thank you’s and whatever you want’s as he hugged and kissed you. Although you were excited to be spending the night with Rodrick you’d be lying if you weren't worried. You tried your best to hide it but Rodrick could read your face no matter what.  

“Trust me okay you're gonna get all your hours and this pretty face is gonna stay just as pretty.” 

Rodricks kisses you, caressing your brown skin and assuring you that it would all be okay. With every stroke of his thumb, he waved your worries away. 

“Pretty huh?”

“Yep, and super sexy too.” he says, pinching your cheek. 

“Shut up.” you tell him as your grin grows. 

After dinner with the Heffley's, you were ready to call it a night, a surprise to the family that was often up at all hours of the night. While Rodrick helped his mom with dishes for good son points. You played with Manny for a bit before helping Greg with homework, mostly giving him answers but still showing him to work a few out.  

“Enough hoggin her big head.” Rodrick told his brother as he stood in his door frame.

“Stop being mean.” you told him before the brothers devolved into a back-and-forth. 

“I’ll stop being mean when he stops being ugly.” Rodrick comments before you push him out of Greg's room, closing the door behind the two of you. 

“Let’s go to bed.” 

Rodrick smiles with an almost mischievous grin. 

“What?” you question his facial expression.

“Nothing, just close your eyes, okay?”

“What?” You turn your head to the side, confused. “Why?”

“Because…” Rodrick says this as he takes your hand, guiding you to his room. “I have a surprise for you.”

Now you were even more confused, but regardless, you decided to play along with whatever Rodrick was doing. After stumbling up the stairs to Rodrick’s room, you stood there with him covering your eyes. 

“Ready?” 

“I guess.” 

“Trust me, you’ll love it. Open!”

He moves his hands, and you open your eyes to see Rodrick's bed in silk sheets and an array of products on top of it. As you got closer and could read the products, you realized that they were skincare products. Not samples or travel-sized either, full-sized face wash, oil cleanser, toner, and moisturizer. 

“What-”

“Surprise!” Rodrick says, that miscious grin bigger than before. “I know your bonnet falls off, so that's why I got the sheets and-”

You didn't let him finish; instead, your lips met Rodrick’s, and you pulled your boyfriend into a hug. 

“You didn't have to.” you told him in a soft voice.

“Yeah, I did. What are good boyfriends for? Plus, if this stuff makes you look this good, imagine what it’ll do for this ugly mug.”

He gives you a kiss before handing you a pair of his pajamas to change into. Once you're both in pajamas, you and Rodrick make your way to the bathroom and start on skincare. He holds your bonnet as you wash your face and pays attention to the way you use every product.

“So this wash is for basic cleansing, then the oil one is for extra cleansing?” Rodrick questioned as he dried his face. 

“Yep then toner shrinks pores and moisterizer-” 

“Moisterizes!” he beat you to it. 

“Exactly.” you say, giving him a kiss before the both of you move onto the next step. 

Once you're finished with your skin, you and Rodrick struggle to crawl into the now slippery bed. But once you’re comfortable and in your boyfriend's arms, you're out like a light. 

“My face feels so fresh.” 

“I told you that double cleansing does wonders,” you say as you yawn. “Goodnight baby.”

“Goodnight y/n.”Rodrick whispers before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “My pretty girl.”

masterlist The freak and his cheerleader Traces of you on my pillowcase, 🍋

[slut4sugu]

RANDOM RODRICK HEFFLEY HCS (black girlfriend edition)

(a/n): yall miss me? 😗

! 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ is the first to like any of your instagram posts/stories/etc

! 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ always assumes that any of ur reposts could be targeted at him and constantly just loves on you randomly to “make up” for whatever he did. (He didn’t do shit 😭)

! 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ asks you to do his eyeliner for him

! 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ takes your pictures on a digital camera and always takes 3 extra of the same photo just to have for himself

! 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ sassy as hell when he’s being love deprived (aka when you’re busy doing your nails or sum and you can’t love on him)

“If you hate me just say that” “yknow I could do that for you, i am YOUR boyfriend after all 😒” sighs dramatically

! 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ actually works for his mom bucks so he can spoil you with little trinkets and new makeup/perfumes

! 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ subconsciously starts to dress to match your outfits without even knowing

! 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ can’t stand when your sad and does the most stupidest things to see your pretty smile again, even if it’s poking your shoulder until you give in to him.

! 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ keeps a spare bonnet in his room for when you sleep over, and yes it’s pretty n pink.

! 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ loves your natural hair and slightly prefers it to your protective styles. Seeing you take care of your curls every morning and night is just adorable to him and watches attentively from afar so one day he can take care of you and do it himself.

! 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ would learn how to do your nails for you at the drop of a hat, he already has a folder of gel x nail tutorials on his phone just in case.

! 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ this just this

[lqveharrington]

AUGUST’S 2K CELEBRATION

a/n: I want to thank you all from the bottom of my heart for 2k followers! I would have never thought to gain so much of you! So in thanks, I’m holding a 2k celebration for you all! 🩷

Rules:

- Pick any song from this playlist!

- Request anyone from the list provided below to be written (if it’s a character from the same fandom of another character below, I might write it!)

- If you have a specific prompt in mind, don’t hesitate to request that with the song as well!

- Please Please Please be patient after requesting, I’ll try and do as much as I can

That’s all! And once again, thank you for 2k followers!

Character List:

- Draco Malfoy

- Fred Weasley

- Finnick Odair

- Coriolanus Snow

- Billy The Kid

- Remus Lupin

- Sirius Black

- James Potter

- Anthony Bridgerton

- Steve Harrington

- Eddie Munson

- Aaron Warner

- Cardan Greenbriar

- Spencer Reid

- Rodrick Heffley

- Lucifer Morningstar

- Vox

i love you all so much! i still can’t wrap my head around the fact that there’s 2k of you! when i started from steve harrington all the way down to coriolanus snow, i would have never thought to get this far! so thank you so much! (i’m done now)

[adoresmiles]

His Concealed Obsession.

Chapter six

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"Uncle Marcus!!"

"There's my second baby girl, congratulations!"

"Mahalo iā ʻoe, hauʻoli wau i ka ʻike oe."

"Aloha and right back at ya baby girl."

"Look at you getting better with your island lingo. I'm proud of you, keep it up uncle Marcus."

"Thanks to good translation and your brother. He be talking y'all native languages all the time."

"Well I'm glad you are learning , I'm always down to give you some tutor lessons."

"How much you about to charge a brother?"

"$160 but with a discount for being my uncle."

"A damn shame , you just like your damn daddy. Somewhere in that island bloodline of yours the hint of black is there."

"Oh Marcus , don't be over talking her head off. Nani it's so good to see you!"

"It's so good to see you as well auntie. Thank you for joining us this afternoon . I know you rather be back at home under your air conditioning."

"Aw baby, anything that deals with you and your brothers I'm always there for support. I'm so proud of you and your accomplishments."

"I tell her all the time how much she is like her mother and grandmothers."

"Yeah well I think you did a pretty good job with choosing the right woman to marry."

"He did because let me tell you, the last one he was with was such a bitch."

"You do realize that Jaxon mother is here as well."

"Kanani isn't her daughter , I'm confused on why she's here in the first place when it's not her child Hondo."

"Did he just call you Hondo?"

"It's my nickname they given to me on swat. Also I invited her because we are a blended family. Storm and her get along well and she practically watched her grow up."

"Well I think that is very considerate of you. She been in Nani life just as much Marcus and I have ."

"Thank you Theresa ,Kanani how about yo-"

"There goes my favorite sister!"

"I'm your only sister Jaxon."

"Yeah well sometimes I feel like I have three."

"Well you always told me that I have three personalities.Where is my sweet nephew at? Keith brought Coco with him and you know he loves her."

"You just answered your own question, Lo and him are playing with her right now."

"Oh I got to go see my baby, I catch up with you all before I leave."

I placed a fake smile on my face and waved a quick bye to the small group and made my way over to my sister in law and nephew.

"Auntie Nani bear!"

"Well if it isn't my favorite little human. Gosh you gotten so big! I feel like if you keep growing you are going to outgrow me soon."

"He is going to take his height after your side of the family for sure. I had to buy him an entire new car seat this morning because he can no longer fit the other one anymore."

"Oh wow , he's going to be so much taller than me.  Have Jax start teaching him any Spanish yet?"

"For the most part Jax does but it's mostly simple catch phrases. This morning after my workout , I had caught Jax and your dad trying to teach him how to salsa."

"Sounds about right , dad tried teaching coco how to do the salsa one day and it didn't end well."

"Got to love your dad and his crazy antics. Speaking of your father , what's going on between you guys?"

"What do you mean?"

"Come on Nani, there's so much tension between you, dad and your brothers."

"It's nothing worth bringing up again."

"That is completely bull shit and you know it. I overheard your dad telling Jax about how you feel that KP and yourself are being treated differently from him."

"I don't speak on the past, therefore leave it where it needs to be Lauren."

"No , because my sister in law is sitting here all sad and shit. You couldn't even look at Jax and let alone your own father."

"Well shit happens and it's life."

"Listen what you said was completely true about your father. Your father does have some issues that he needs to workout within himself. I even told your brother that as well. Hell your mother and I even talked about the situation before you got over here."

"Damn you guys are really in my business."

"Well not necessarily, your father came to your brother about it and when he left your brother came to me about it."

"So basically you overheard the conversation and Jax told you how he felt about it?"

"Yes , you known me for the longest to know that I don't get in your guys business unless one of you come to me about it. Which is also rare as well ."

"I love my dad but the unfair treatment is getting worse as time passes. Everything I do , he questions and I don't like being questioned let alone being told what to do. This is my life and everyone is just in it. I run it how I want and it seems as if I do that then I'm doing shit wrong."

"Trust me when I say this, I know how you feel. Maybe you should talk with Jaxon as well?"

"Why would I do that? Whenever KP and I go to him about a situation that involves our father he is on his side. Even when he's wrong , your husband is on his side. Yes I get he's dad first born and his right hand man and all but damn. There's a sibling code that he should follow too!"

"What sibling code should I be following ?"

"Oh my gosh, I'm not going to do this right now."

"Nah , don't walk away. You were comfortable with ranting to dad about some fake story that you got in your head of yours. So go ahead and speak your mind now. I'm right here."

"Let's not get all hostile right now , there's a time and place for everything and right now isn't the time. It's your sister day and our son is in front of us."

"This doesn't concern you at all Lauren ."

"You need to check yourself."

"I'm not going to stand here and go back forth with your ass Jaxon. I am in a good mood and I'm not going to let you nor anyone else ruin that for me. So if you excuse me I'm going go and speak with my guest."

"You always runn-"

"It's called being mature Jaxson , which is clearly something you have no experience with. As I stated before today is about me and I only want to be surround with positive energy today . If you are not going to be negative Nancy then leave. Lauren and your son will be driven home by one of us and a plate will be delivered with her as well. The choice is yours bookie."

"Aye y'all two cut it out! Jaxon chill the hell out man , today ain't the day. If you wanted to speak on the situation then you should have did it before the cookout started."

"Exactly why I said there's a time and place for everything! But your stupid ass brother felt the need to speak on the situation."

"Well if you wasn't talking shit about me to my wife then we wouldn't have been in this situation."

"Nobody was talking shit about you Jaxon. I was telling her how I felt and she was being a listening ear to me . Just like you always do , you came at the end of the conversation and take whatever you heard out it and turn it into about you. New flash Jax , this isn't about you! Let go of me KP , I'm not going to hit him."

"When you say that , a shoe is always getting thrown immediately afterwards. Jaxon , this isn't the time to have that conversation right now . Like Nani said there's a time and place for everything . You could have called her and talked it out prior of the cookout today. Let's not take this day from our sister and make it about us . Today is her day and we celebrating her accomplishment."

"Of course you're going to take her side. Everyone takes the brat side when she knows her ass is wrong for speaking on me."

"Do you hear yourself ? Nobody is taking sides. You know what ? You got it , we ain't about to go back and forth with a grown ass man who can't comprehend for shit. Nani let's go , Rita and Kelly been looking for you."

"Find me later Nani,  so we can finish catching up ."

I nodded my head to her signaling that I was agreeing to catch up with later on. Taking a glance at my eldest brother , who was avoid to make eye contact with me. I rolled my eyes and turned to walk away with KP next to me. As Keith and I were walking away , I could hear Lauren cursing at Jaxon. Which she hardly ever did especially out in the public eye. But in this case, he deserved it.

“Sometimes I wonder how the hell we end up being his younger siblings.”

“Dad was a player back in the day just like uncle Mike . We were bound to be each other siblings , he was just born with his parents fucked up ways.”

“No bull shit Nani , he got her victim card. Manipulating ass winch . But let’s stop talking about them before he try to say anything else.”

“You right and thank you for backing me up.”

“Aye that’s what I’m suppose to , we’re blood . We ain’t suppose to go against each other . Right or wrong ima back you up and then correct you when nobody is around. It should be the same on your end as well.”

“Don’t worry it is , now let’s go see Kelly and Rita before the- is that Darius ? I’ll be back, I got to go handle some business.”

Translation

Mahalo iā ʻoe, hauʻoli nui wau e ʻike iā ʻoe : Thank you , I'm so glad to see you.

Aloha : Hi