#rodrick heffley fanfic

[queerpumpkinnn]

Kinktober 5th: Goldmine

aka hair pulling with Rodrick Heffley

2k words

Summary: Rod learns something new.

Pairing: Rodrick Heffley x reader

Warnings: hair pulling obviously, choking, vaginal fingering, unprotected piv sex (don't do this at home kids), smoking, thigh riding, lots of hickeys/biting, scratching, lots of sweet praise but it's also kinda condescending, this is just porn with very minimal plot, let me know if I missed anything!

While reading, I recommend you listen to the altar is my hips - a Spotify playlist by me!

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"Y'think I should get a leather jacket?"

Your shoulders shook under the weight of Rodrick's arm as you chuckled. "Why, you get an idea for a costume?"

"Absolutely. Even got the name for it." You could see the familiar smirk he wore even as your eyes remained on the screen. Smoke billowed in your peripheral, the smell of his near-finished cigarette long since clung to your clothes.

"It'd be a cute couples costume too," he continued, "you could be Tina Gray."

You turned to look at him. "Oh could I now?"

"Yup." He grinned as he put his cigarette out. "You've got the bedroom personality for it too."

You swung a pillow at his face, but Rodrick easily caught it and tossed it behind him. You huffed in false annoyance, falling back into your spot curled up under his arm.

His hand fell absentmindedly to your hair, gently twirling strands around his finger. The sensation makes your eyelids heavy, getting sleepy as he continued to soothe you.

Until you felt a sharp tug. Your eyes flew open, and you audibly gasped. Your entire body froze, and you curse yourself when Rodrick turns his head. A soft "oh?" leaves his lips, which are curled up into a curious smile. It had only been playful tug, but that was before he knew you'd react like that.

"That's not how you do it," you breathe, ghost of a grin teasing your lips.

"Yeah?" His voice was a condescending lilt. "How d'you do it?"

Instead of speaking, you take hold of his wrist, pushing it towards the back of your head. His fingers thread into your roots and he takes a fistful, tugging slowly. Your eyes flutter shut and your lips part in a deep sigh.

Before your eyes close, you catch a glimpse of your boyfriend's reaction. His eyes are wide and full of amusement, and he's smirking incredulously. His brows raise, and you can see the gears turning in his brain.

"That's interesting," Rodrick mumbled, almost more to himself. "I wonder..."

He climbs up over you, legs caging in on either side of your hips. His foot kicks the TV remote onto the floor but Elm Street is long forgotten. His hold on your hair returns, the tingling in your scalp pulling a weak noise from your throat.

"Now, what would happen..." Rodrick's thought trails off as his fingers ghost over your throat, touch only featherlight until the pads of his fingers find your pulse points and press. Your breathing is shaky and your vision begins to blur, but your hands still fly to his shoulders. You might have even been a little embarrassed at how your hooded eyes began to cross if not for the fact that it just felt so good.

"Aw, y'like that?" Rodrick lilts, his face pulling closer to yours. Heat creeps up your neck.

"Y-yeah," you attempt to nod, but you aren't given much room for movement.

"I like that too, baby." He murmurs against your mouth before he kisses you slowly, tasting of nicotine and gum. They were gentle, teasing kisses, but quickly gave way to a more desperate rhythm as his tongue glided over your lower lip. He hummed a deep note when you let him in, when you whimpered as he started sucking on your tongue.

You let out a disappointed noise when Rodrick lets go of you, rolling back to sit but it's forgotten when he pats his thigh. You quickly oblige, skin heated and brain frazzled.

As soon as you're sat on his leg, the friction to your clit has you gasping into his mouth. Almost involuntarily, your hips began to roll against him, so slowly but enough to make your head swim and heat boil in your gut.

"Oh, sweetness," Rodrick murmurs in between kisses, "so needy already? I've barely done anything."

He knows he doesn't need to do much. Just a few words- or a tug of the hair- and you'd be turned into a pile of mush. He knows you too well, and he loves having that effect over you.

Even though he's teasing you, you can't be bothered to care, muttering an mhm and rutting your hips faster. Your hands fall from his shoulders to his chest, then trail to his thigh to ground yourself.

"Atta girl, keep goin'." Rodrick murmurs in your ear, licking a stripe down the shell of it, planting soft kisses wherever his lips wandered. "'M right here baby, that's it, yeah, good girl."

Rodrick's encouragement was sweet honey to your ear, and a sickening contrast to the hand that hand re-found purchase at your scalp, tilting your head back so that he could teethe at your neck, soft plucks of skin turning into bruising. Deft hands made work of your top, leaving your chest bare.

Your rutting became increasingly frustrated; your thighs burned and you weren't getting any closer to your high.

"Rod... need..." your words were mumbled and breathless, and your brain was too cloudy to be fully coherent anyway.

"Hm? Couldn't hear you, bunny, say that one more time?"

"Need more," you cried, hands pushing into Rodrick's hair when his tongue laved over your nipple.

"More what, baby?" He lilted, cupping and pinching your other tit lovingly. He groaned when your fingers clutched his hair tighter.

"Need you, Rod please..." you sighed, tugging at his wrist.

Rodrick chuckled. "Baby, I don't think I can do that. Might hurt you if I don't get you nice and prepped, yeah? How about we start with fingers?"

"Anything, please," you babbled, nestling your head into the crook of his shoulder.

"Alright, alright, I got ya. Let's get these off, hm?" He tugged at the belt loop of your pants. They were off in record time, along with your underwear, leaving your entire body bared to him. You felt naked, more than just literally.

Once you were situated on his lap again you tried pulling on the hem of his shirt. "Off," you mumbled. Happily he complied, and you took the opportunity to lean forward and plant loving kisses to his neck, his collarbone.

You didn't realize when you'd risen up off your behind that it gave Rodrick the space to slip a hand between your legs, pulling a squeak out of you, muffled against his jaw.

"Aw, so messy baby. A little hair pulling did all this?"

You knew that it was a few other things, but you were so far gone you gave him a whiny 'yeah' anyway. Rodrick's fingers massaged your entrance, gathering slick and smothering it around your clit, making obscene noises- probably on purpose.

"So fuckin' wet, sweet, y'hear that?" Rodrick presses kisses to your pulse point, up to your jaw, then kisses you deep. Swallowing your moans into his mouth as the kiss turns messy.

"Please, Rod..." you're breathless and your pleas are barely coherent, but Rodrick knows exactly what you're asking for. You keel when you feel a finger glide into you, curling up towards your stomach.

"Yeah, good fuckin' girl." Rodrick's grin widens at your reaction when a second finger joins the first. "Always so eager, hm? That's my girl."

"Yeah, 'm your girl," you pant, hips canting to meet his hand.

"That's right," he coos, thumb tracing wide circles over your clit. "So proud of you, my girl."

"Rod," you whine, "need you."

"Hm?" He hums between nips to your collarbone. "You have me."

You shake your head vigorously. "Need you inside."

This gets Rodrick's attention. His fingers slow, while his free hand moves from your hair to his pants. He makes quick work of his pants, pulling his half-hard cock out from his boxers. You watch as he takes his fingers, soaked from your cunt, and wrap them around himself, stroking slowly. His head falls back against the couch, lips hanging open and you feel the sudden urge to bite them.

Before you get the chance, however, Rodrick is pulling you forward, lining himself up to take you. Slowly, so slowly, he runs the tip of his cock through your folds, smearing your slick around. You jerk when his head catches on your clit, sending electricity shooting up your spine.

"Rod..." you whine against his neck, "please."

"Please what?" You want to slap him for the knowing glint in his eye, but that was for another day.

"Please fuck me."

And who was he to deny you? Guiding your hip, Rodrick eased you down on him, guiding you but letting you set your own pace. The stretch set your loins on fire, but it was heaven.

Your head kicked back, and you let your voice have a mind of its own as you sunk down on him. Long and pornographic, and Rodrick matched it. You felt him throb inside of you.

"Fuck, sound so pretty." Rodrick started rolling his hips into you, and you cried out at the sensation. "Yeah, that's it. Moan like a fuckin' whore for me, c'mon."

And who were you to deny him? You had the house to yourself, and the name alone sent your brain into overdrive. He filled you up so nicely, and the drag of his cock inside of you made your skin tingle with delight.

"Rod, yeah, oh- just like that, ohmygod-" your voice was caught in your throat when Rodrick, with the usual knowing twinkle in his eye, takes a fistful of hair and tugs you forward into a sloppy kiss.

All of the sensations- that Rodrick was giving you- were sending you closer and closer to tumbling headfirst off of that ledge. The sting in your scalp, his tongue sliding against yours, the sounds of wet slaps and your combined moans. The smell of cigarettes and the heat of his skin under your fingers. The head of his cock piledriving into your cervix again and again and again.

"Rod I- oh god, I'm gonna- oh, so close- Rod please," you pant into his mouth, fingers raking down his chest and leaving faint red lines in their wake.

"I gotcha," he grunts, hand snaking between your bodies to press circles over your clit. You can hear it in his voice that he's holding back. You don't want him to. "That's it, baby, come for me. Make a mess on my cock, c'mon."

That extra pleasure is all it takes to have you diving headfirst into a mind-numbing orgasm. Your eyes screw shut, and all you can feel is Rodrick. Shaky hands rest on his shoulders, holding on for dear life as hot pleasure courses through you.

You're acutely aware of the hot spurts hitting your cervix, and the fluids seeping out of you, but your body is still tingling all over. Your voice has long since become scratchy, but that doesn't stop you from whimpering and crying as he coaxes you through it.

"Good girl, did so good for me, yeah?" His grip on your hair is no longer a grip, but gentle, soothing strokes, almost as if to apologize.

You hummed, dropping your forehead against his shoulder as you breathe. The smell of sex had permeated the air around you, and you were suddenly very aware of how sweaty you'd become.

"Think we need a shower, baby, c'mon." Rodrick nudged your head.

You wanted to, you felt sticky, but your body was on fire, this time with a less-than-pleasurable ache. Begrudgingly, you lifted yourself off of his now soft dick, hobbling down to reach for your clothes and then to the nearest bathroom.

The shower was peaceful, and the water was soothing on your muscles. You both worked in a comfortable silence.

"Well, I was right." Rodrick finally said.

"About what, the hair pulling?"

"Nope."

You turned around to face him, head tilted in confusion. His mouth was curled upwards and his eyes were lifted in a smile.

"You do have the bedroom personality of Tina Gray."

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[turvi]

Ypu said you wanna write for rodrick and I wanna request.

So rodrick with a good girl neighbour reader (think- gwen stacy type) and rodrick does all kinda stuff to impress her even at school so yea.

I'm a sucker for goofy! Himbo! Rodrick

Thank you for the request. I hope you enjoy this

"BOYS! OUR NEW NEIGHBOURS ARE HERE!" Susan yelled and huffed when none of the boys responded to her call. Greg was busy filming Rowley trying to fall from his chair. Rodrick was in the basement and didn't hear his mam call out to him as he was drowned in the sounds of his drums.

A few minutes later, Rodrick finally comes up to drink water, only to see the new neighbours...most importantly, their daughter.

Rodrick didn't realise he had dropped his drumsticks on the floor until his mother was tugging him towards the living room and introduced him to the neighbours, the L/ns. And there she was with a sweet, gentle smile telling him her name.

"Hey, nice to meet you. I'm Y/n," she said, offering her hand.

Rodrick held her hand, not wanting to let go, but he had to since both his and her parents were watching them. "I-uh...I am Rodrick."

He scowled when he heard Greg snickering behind him. He wanted to hide so badly just because he couldn't tell his name to a pretty girl. But she doesn't laugh at him. She squeezed his hand, letting him know it was ok.

It was, at this moment, he wondered if it was too soon to ask her to marry him? He shook his head. He was being silly. Just because a girl was nice to him doesn't mean he should fall in love with her.

Then two days later, he heard knocking on the garage door. He sighed, thinking it was one of the upright elder people wanting him to keep the voice low. When he opened the garage door, he almost let it go when he saw Y/n standing there, the harsh sunlight pouring down his lawn.

He quickly let her in and introduced her to his bandmates, who were just beaming at the sight of Rodrick being awkward and shy around her.

"Hey, I was just walking by and heard you guys play. I was wondering if you could teach me how to play drums. I already talked to your mom."

His friend patted his shoulder. "Rodrick is our drummer. He is a great teacher too, he can teach you. Right, Rodrick?"

Rodrick got out of his daze when he heard his name. "Uh...yeah...yeah...I drum...drums" It was like he never learnt English in school, and Rodrick hated how he sounded.

"Ok, tell me when you are free. I'll come."

"Actually, we are leaving, so you guys can continue. It was nice meeting you." his friend winked at him, leaving the two alone. Rodrick knew he couldn't do much but look at her knowing his mom was peeping through the basement door. But he was just happy seeing her and talking to her.

He was happy they were bonding. He would teach her to play the drums. She would spellcheck his assignments. Rodrick knew she had a place in his heart when she would gently correct his spellings.

Slowly he loved holding her hands, her smile, her nose scrunch, the way she snorted before she laughed, and her soft sweaters that always smelled nice.

He didn't realise when he fell in love, or was he always in love? When he would go shopping with his family, he would spot things that he knew Y/n might like. He even saw a jewellery shop, and his heart dropped looking at the prices of the rings. But then, he had yet to win her heart. He was determined to buy this ring.

Of course, by the time he would be rich enough to buy the ring, he would already have your heart. But Rodrick didn't know he already had Y/n's heart, and she knew it was always going to be his.

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[takenbypeter]

Late Night Shenanigans

Rodrick x reader

Words: 386

Based on number 6: “That’s not a cat it’s an opossum.”

The last thing you remember after your head hit the pillow was; feeling too hot, shuffling under your sheets, and then making up fake scenarios before you started drifting to sleep.

You were halfway off to dream town when you heard a knock at your window that startled you a bit.

With your eyes now wide open, you stayed in bed unsure if the knocking was real or something you’ve just imagined, but then you heard a, pssst, being whispered from your window and you rolled your eyes with a small smile.

“Hurry up, your neighbor's cat is trying to attack me,” you heard again in a whisper shout sort of voice.

Of course it was him.

Only Rodrick would visit in the middle of the night without warning, right when you were in prime sleep time.

Tossing the quilt off your body you forced yourself up and out from the warmth of the covers before heading to the window and after a couple of steps you pushed your blinds out of the way, opening the window in the process and he easily climbed in.

You caught a look out the window noticing the animal down the way.

“That’s not a cat, it's an opossum.”

You turned around, laugh already leaving your mouth when you caught Rodrick suddenly staring down at your choice of clothing with his mouth slightly ajar. You tugged at the hem of your oversized tee as you realized you were wearing nothing but a big shirt and a pair of underwear.

You expected him to make a cheeky comment about it, but…”you wear löded diaper’s shirt to sleep?”

Your eyes follow where his remained at his band’s shirt that was draped over you. “Yeah…is that weird?”

Rodrick grinned, his expression shifting into that evil smile he’s perfected early on, “on the contrary. It is very attractive.”

You push his chest a little as you make your way back to your bed and pull your covers back over you, “cool your jets there, I was just about to fall asleep before you so rudely interrupted me.”

“That’s fine I can just cuddle you to sleep then,” he suggested, practically begging you.

You gripped your covers and held it open again, “fine, get in here,” you breathed out to which he happily complied.

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[bouncybongfairy]

Opposites Attract

Rodrick Heffley x Fem Reader

Summary: One Friday after school, you are trying to practice for an important audition coming up. As you start, you suddenly hear an obnoxiously loud drumming coming from next door. After arguing back and forth for a while, it becomes clear that neither of you is budging. You desperately need this rehearsal time and ask him what it will take to get the peace and quiet you need. He tells you he'll stop if you let him take you on a date tomorrow to the Drive-In tomorrow night.

Word Count: 2k+

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You were sitting in the last period, trying to get some homework done. It was Friday and you could tell everyone was itching for the weekend to start. Once you noticed that you only had 5 minutes until the bell rang, you started packing your bag up. Unlike most students, you had to stay after school and rehearse for your 1st chair violin position on Monday. You grabbed a tissue and cleaned your glasses, watching the clock as time dragged by. Once the bell rang, you stayed seated until most of your peers exited. You would just be waiting as kinds shoved their way through the small opening. After the doorway was less crowded you made your way to the E-wing where the music room was located. You were close with your orchestra teacher and she would let you stay after class in order to get a little practice in. It was nice to have the entire room to yourself, you took your violin out of the case and started tuning. After you had rosined your bow, you started practicing when you heard an off-rhythm drumming. At first, you were trying to ignore it, unfortunately, you would find yourself focusing on the drumming while counting rests. Eventually, you couldn’t take it so you packed your violin up and tried to find where the music was coming from. 

You went into the theater and saw someone banging away at a drum set that was placed in the middle of the stage. You immediately recognized the drummer as Rodrick Heffley. He had certainly made a reputation for himself this year, getting caught spray painting the side of the school; doing donuts in the parking lot, and of course, you knew he smoked. He was sweating and his shaggy hair was sticking to his forehead. His eyebrows were furrowed because of how much he was exerting himself. He was really lanky but his arms were toned, mostly likely due to how much he plays. He was wearing an Arctic Monkeys t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up and black skinny jeans. His backpack, which was covered in buttons and pins, was sitting next to the drum kit. He reached down to pull a water bottle and took a drink. His head was tilted up and a couple of water droplets were running down his throat. You walked passed the aisle of seats and approached him, when he noticed you he immediately paused. 

“I’m really trying to practice and I can barely hear myself think over your banging,” you said crossing your arms. 

“Well, what do you want me to do about that? I’m trying to practice too, you know,” he said. 

“I have an audition this Monday and I really need to be 100% focused during this practice,” you explained. 

“I have a gig next Friday and also need some quiet time,” he said. 

“If I give you 10 bucks will you please let me practice?” you proposed.

“Actually I have a better idea, what if we went out tomorrow night? We can go see the new Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie at the Drive-In,” he said. 

“Really? Do you even know my name?” you huffed. 

“Y/N. I would ask you if you know mine but I’m pretty sure you do,” he said, smirking at you.

“Well then, can I give you my number?” you asked. 

“Sure can,” he said. You climbed up on stage and grabbed a pen out of your jacket pocket. You grabbed his hand and wrote your number on his hand. 

He thanked you and then you quickly made your way back to the music room. You continued on with practicing but were now preoccupied with thinking about what you just agreed to. Not having much experience with dating, you felt a little nervous. Rodrick seemed so confident with talking to girls, that was part of the reason you liked him. You just didn’t want to come off as naive or clueless. Eventually, you come to the conclusion that you can no longer focus on the music and have your mom come to pick you up. The entire car ride and even once you got home you couldn’t get your mind off him. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t find him attractive. He just had that bad-boy vibrato that only certain guys have. Not to mention you two completely and utterly fit the trope of the sweet girl with the bad boy stereotype. Most of your friends, especially the ones that you took orchestra with, always talked down on metal or angsty music. You, on the other hand, felt differently. Music that isn’t your taste isn’t bad music and most people your age couldn’t seem to grasp that. All your friends saw him as a grimy skater boy but what was wrong with that? You even asked them why they would be ashamed to be like the guys their famous idols pretend to be. Getting tired of the anxiety thinking about tomorrow was causing you to wash up and head to bed. 

The next day you start getting ready around 6:30 pm. You were sitting on the floor of your bedroom, in front of a mirror that was propped against the wall. Separating your hair into layers you slowly began flat ironing. You had gotten a text from Rodrick that said he was going to pick you up around 8. Although you still had some anxiety, you were really excited. This was going to be your first date and the fact that it was with someone you were so attracted to made it that much. It took you 10 minutes to get your left lash to stick but you were finally done with your make-up. You changed into a jean skirt, a black v-neck, and a white sweater. By the time you were fully done, he texted you that he was on the way. You practically jumped out of your skin when you read it. You felt like your blood was running hot and cold at the same time. Your mom gave you 20 dollars and a kiss on the cheek before she left. When you walked outside your house, the first thing you noticed was his van. It also smelt like his cologne but not in an overwhelming way. You knew he had a band but you didn’t realize it was named Loaded Diper. Practically skipping down the driveway you climb into the front seat. The first thing you noticed was the A.C. being on blast, you were also surprised by how clean everything was. 

“Hey,” you greeted him. 

“Hi, you look really pretty,” he said, which made you blush. 

“Thanks, so are you excited to see the new TMNT movie? I heard it got really good reviews,” you said. 

“For sure, I’ve been looking forward to it for a while,” he said. 

You drove in comfortable silence up until you got to the Drive-In. You offered to pay but he ignored you and your pleas. Once he found a spot in the back, the two of you made your way to the snack bar. It was a vintage 60’s theme which you thought was cool. There were records hung on the call, all the booths were cherry red and the floor had a checkered pattern. As you waited in line, Rodrick put his arms around your shoulder which made your stomach flip. You were surprised by how much he ordered. Seriously, you hoped he wasn’t expecting help. You helped him carry everything back: nachos, popcorn, fresh chocolate chip cookies, two slurpees, and two hotdogs. When he parked, he turned the van around so that the back doors were facing the screen. He opened the doors and you were actually surprised by how much effort he put into it. There was a thick layer of blankets stacked on the floor of the van. Several pillows lined up against the driver and passenger seats. A small battery-powered lantern was hung from the center of the ceiling. There were stickers all over the interior of the car which made you smile. It looked so cute and cozy. You slipped your shoes off and climbed into the back with him. You were nervous, to the point where your teeth were chattering a little. The trailers that played before the movie were still running; he had already eaten half his nachos. 

“Where do you put all that?” you joked. 

“We’ll never know,” he said. 

“Are you nervous?” he asked, pointing to your legs that were shaking a bit. 

“A little, I’ve never been on a date before,” you admitted, taking a sip from your Slurpee. 

“Since we’re sharing secrets, you’re the first girl that actually said yes when I asked. Even then you only did it to rehearse,” he said, wiping his mouth with a napkin. 

“After I gave you my number, I only practiced for like 15 minutes because it was all I could think about,” you said. 

“Really?” he asked, genuinely surprised.

“What is so unbelievable?” you asked. 

“I don’t know, I guess I just didn’t think I was your type,” he confessed. 

“That’s fair, we don’t necessarily run with the same crowd. I have to admit though, usually all the guys I’m around are scared to get a bit of dirt under their fingernails. It’s not like I seek trouble but I really like you, your style, taste in music, and demeanor you know?” you said. 

He was blushing really hard, looking down so that his hair covered his eyes. You could still see his smirk though, it made you feel giddy knowing you had this effect on him. He pulled a pen out of his pocket, at first you questioned whether he should be smoking when he had to drive home. He reassured you that he had a high tolerance and that the effects would wear off by the time the movie ended. You were really nervous, especially because you’d never smoked before. He took a couple of hits to show you how to properly inhale. He also reassured you that if you didn’t want to or didn’t want him to smoke then it was okay. This warmed your heart, knowing that he didn’t want you to feel pressured. You grabbed his hand, feeling too insecure to hold it yourself. You took a big hit and then coughed it out, the smoke burning your throat. He laughed as you took a huge drink of your Slurpee to help the stinging sensation. After taking one or two more hits, you could feel it kicking in. You couldn’t stop giggling which was amusing to Rodrick.

“Now I understand how you can eat all this food,” you said while taking a big bite of a hotdog. 

“Your eyes are so red,” he laughed. 

“Really?” you asked, grabbing your phone and looking at your appearance. 

“Can we take a selfie together?” you asked, he nodded his head yes. 

You scooted closer to him and took a selfie with your back camera with flash. When you showed Rodrick he was impressed with how well they came out. After that, he started talking to you about what his plans were for his band. You were surprised with how far ahead he had thought into the future; you know, about what type of label he wanted to be signed to and merch that he wanted to design. You told him about how you wanted to make movie scores and he thought it was really cool. It was now completely dark and the movie was starting. You covered your legs with the blanket and turned to face Rodrick. He had just taken a hit and blew the small hit into your face. You playfully inhaled which made him laugh, you then kissed his cheek. He turns and smiles at you before giving you a quick peck on the lips. After you cuddle up to him, resting your head on his shoulder, and start enjoying the movie. o

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[mozzarella-stickz]

Lovers Rock: Rodrick Heffley x F! Reader

Author’s Note: Special thanks to @celootaku1 for telling me I should write this :) Hope you enjoy! Sorry it’s like months late though…

Summary: A panic attack in the school cafeteria leads to a chance encounter with none other than Rodrick Heffley.

Warnings: anxiety, panic attacks, probably OOC Rodrick don’t hate me. Otherwise lots of fluff <3

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You were certain this was the worst day of your life.

As soon as you woke up, the impending doom of the day seemed to loom over your head, your brain repeating over and over how bad today was. Your head felt fuzzy and confused, your body shaky and riddled with random jolts of anxiety.

It all came to a climax during lunch time, when the smells, sounds, and godawful fluorescent lights of the cafeteria all become to much for you, and you bolted. You grabbed your lunchbox, excusing yourself from your table, and bolting out to your car in the parking lot. The school was well aware of your condition, and all you had to do was nod and they let you out.

You slammed your door shut, the panic setting in. Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out. Your breathing cycled over and over, rounds of seconds of holding and exhaling.

Unbeknownst to you, was the guy sitting in the van parked right next to you. Rodrick Heffley had decided he did not want to go so Spanish that day, instead choosing to take a nap in the back of the van. He was rudely awakened however, by slamming doors and the loud beeping of the car’s lock system.

“Jesus Christ,” he groaned, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

Rodrick climbed to the front of the van, looking at his window at the commotion. He noticed you sitting in your front seat, breathing in and out as tears flowed down your cheeks, smearing your mascara down your face. He felt a little bad now, panic attacks were something he’d dealt with a lot in middle school. He took a deep breath, opening his van door, and knocking on your window gently. You jolted up, and he winced. You took another deep breath in, before rolling your window down.

“H-hi?” you said, voice weak and shaky. You were absolutely confused as to why Rodrick Heffley was knocking on your window, much less doing so in a nice way.

“You okay?” he asked, shuffling a little as he leaned down to your window.

“Not really,” you sniffled, wiping your eyes.

“Do you want to talk?”

“There’s really nothing. I had a panic attack over nothing.”

Awkward silence between you both. Rodrick because he wasn’t quite sure what to say, and you because while you appreciated his concern, you really did not feel like talking at that moment.

“I can go if you want…”

“No!”

Rodrick looked at you, slightly puzzled. It didn’t seem like you wanted him to be there, but your outburst was strange.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to yell, I just…”

“Nah, I get it.”

“You can get in if you want.”

Rodrick opened your car door, sliding into the passenger seat. You leaned your head back into your seat, continuing your breathing slowly and gently.

Rodrick sat, watching you. You were always such a fun-loving person, caring and kind, smiling like nothing was ever wrong.

Your heart started to settle down and your head cleared slightly. You checked your phone, seeing a few texts from your friends asking if you were alright. You smiled, but set it down. You would reply later.

“Thanks for sitting here,” you said, turning towards Rodrick. “I really appreciate the concern.”

“Yeah, anytime. You sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, just sometimes I wake up with the worst feelings of anxiety for no reason. Today was one of those days. Cafeteria was just too much today.”

“I get it. In middle school, I used to get super anxious all the time. But my way of coping was just to not care, I guess.”

“I wish it was that easy.”

“It was hard, but that’s when I started to drum too. Helped me with the nerves and shit.”

You giggled a little, wiping your eyes. You pulled down your mirror, groaning at the raccoon eyes look you were pulling off right now.

“I’m a mess!”

“Hey, no worries, I have an idea.”

Rodrick bolted, rushing into the front seat of his van for something. After a few minutes of sifting through not done homework and fast food bags, he grabbed a small bag. Sitting back down in the seat, he opened it and pulled out an eyeliner pencil. You cocked your head, looking at him with a “what the fuck” look.

“I wear it for gigs sometimes. I carry it around just in case any pretty girls need it.”

Your heart fluttered at that comment.

“Close your eyes,” he said. You obliged, tilting towards him. He lined it around the top of your eyes, smudging it a little with his fingers.

“Okay, open.”

You did, and then he drew a small line underneath the bottom of the rim of your eye. Taking his pinky, he smudged it, wiping away the flakes of mascara along with it.

“Alright, done.”

You flicked your mirror down, examining his work. You smiled in astonishment, you looked wicked cool and totally smudged on purpose.

“I love it!” You squealed. “I look awesome! Thank you so much!”

“Anytime.”

You sat in silence, examining it. You looked so…not you, and it was so sick. You checked your phone again, seeing it was almost time for lunch to end.

“Crap, I gotta go,” you said, sighing. Instead of pocketing your phone, you handed it to Rodrick in a bold move.

“Can I get your number?” you asked, “Just in case?”

“Huh…oh OH yeah, um of course!”

You giggled again at his shock, handing him your phone as he put his number in. Rodrick handed your phone back, his hands so shaky it was endearing.

“Thanks again, Rodrick. See you soon.”

You exited your car, bolting back inside. Rodrick shut your car, staring at you walking inside. See you soon. His heart fluttered a little, something that hadn’t happened since Heather Hills sat next to him in class several years ago.

Later that evening, Rodrick felt his phone ping in his pocket, picking it up he read a text from your presumed number.

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He opened it to see a picture of you holding an eyeliner pencil in the makeup section with a smile on your face.

Another text from you that said:

had to get my own since i looked so cool! thanks again <3

His heart fluttered again, this time at an alarming rate. He typed out a response, palms sweaty and hands once again shaking like a leaf in the wind.

of course, pretty girl <3

From the other end of the phone, you felt faint. You set your phone down, letting your brain formulate a response. You typed it down, breathing in and out before sending:

do you want to hang out this weekend?

#rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley x y/n #rodrick heffley x reader #diary of a wimpy kid #not my rodrick #greg heffley #jeff kinney #rodrick heffley fanfic

[disaster-writer]

Teenage Dirtbag (Part 1/2)

Pairing: Rodrick Heffley x Reader

Summary: You and Rodrick Heffley grew up right next door to each other. You’re best friends and nothing could ever change that… at least that’s what you’ve always thought.

Rating: R 18+

Word count: 5k

A/N: I do not have a taglist

Suburbia.

Middle class, overwhelmingly white, everybody knows your name, suburbia.

You hated it, you were making a run for it once you graduated and you were going to make it big time.

That is, if you could just survive your annoying little brother until then—

“Give it back you little turd—“

”Mom said no more name calling!” Your eleven year old brother giggled as he ran opposite of you around the dining room table. He held your toaster waffle in his grimy little hands. 

”I don’t give a shit— you’re gonna make me late!” You ran left and he ran right, swiftly evading you.

”What? Afraid your boyfriend is gonna ditch you and make you walk to school!” He practically cackled.

”Rodricks not my— ughh, just give me my breakfast you shit!” You leapt across the table, making your brother squeal like a little girl.

”(Y/N),” your mother suddenly hissed, entering the kitchen, “What did I say about name calling?”

”He stole my breakfast,” you threw back, laying across the table.

”David give your sister her waffle back. And both of you, go over to the Heffley’s already, Susan’s doing me a favor by driving you to school David, don’t keep her waiting.” Your mother said pointedly, her heels clipping against the linoleum floor as she moved about the kitchen to get her coffee brewed before heading off to work.

She continued talking but as your eyes landed back on your brother, her voice suspiciously morphed into the teachers voice from the peanuts.

Your brothers eyes landed on you as well, your waffle held in the air. Both your eyes darting back and forth to the breakfast food. That was until he daringly put the waffle in his mouth and took a bite.

That’s fucking it—

“You know what mom?” You suddenly jumped off the table, sounding chipper, “Rodrick said that he could give David a ride to school instead.”

”What?” your brother asked apprehensively, suddenly shaking in his shoes at your words.

”Huh? Really?” She asked surprised, turning to look at you, “Rodrick Heffley said he’d drive your brother to school?” She clearly wasn’t buying it. After years and years of seeing that boy hang around you, she knew he wasn’t handing out favors.

”Yeah, really.” You grinned, your gaze suddenly snapping to your brother and pinning him to the spot. A threat and a promise hanging in the air.

”Well… tell him I said thank you then. And honey, don’t you think you went a little heavy on the eyeliner today— what did you do to your jeans!” She then hissed in horror at the gaping holes in the knees of your pants.

”Leave me alone, it’s cool,” you scoffed and walked around the table, grabbing your brothers arm tight and dragging him out of the kitchen. 

“You’re joking— Rodrick doesn’t even have backseats—“ your brother panicked behind you.

”I know. Maybe think twice about whose waffle you decide to eat.” The two of you grabbed your backpacks before you opened and slammed the front door behind you.

“This is a cruel and unusual punishment— you can go to jail for this—“

”Can it idiot,” you snapped, dragging your brother to the house right next door. The house that belonged to the Heffleys.

You knocked on their front door before letting yourself in. It was practically your second home at this point and Susan told you not to even bother waiting for someone to answer the door. 

You pushed him forward before letting yourself in.

“Hi Susan, Hi Frank,” you called out, not bothering to greet them properly before bounding up the stairs and letting your brother wander around on his own in search of Greg. You heard muffled responses from the kitchen.

Once on the second floor you headed straight for the attic staircase, taking two at a time before finding the lump under the bedsheets you were looking for.

Now it was time for your favorite game.

You made your way over to Rodricks bed, grabbing two drumsticks on the way. You weren’t even trying to be quiet, floorboards creaking loudly under your feet.

Soon you stood above him, a devious grin painted on your face at how peaceful he looked in his sleep.

Time to ruin that.

You took both drumsticks and carefully stuck each of them up his nose, giggling quietly as you managed to get them to stay stuck in his nose. You then quickly took out your phone and started taking as many pictures of him as you could before he woke up.

Rodrick sniffled, trying to breathe past the objects obstructing his airway. You giggled harder watching as his nostrils twitched and flared and soon his whole face was screwed up in discomfort.

You burst out loudly in a fit of laughter, doubling over as he shot out of bed in a panic, the drumsticks falling out of his nose with gravity.

His groggy mind took a second to grasp the situation, but once it did he was quickly reaching out for you.

”You little—“

You yelped as his arms wrapped around your waist and he pulled you down against the bed with him. You struggled in his grasp, still laughing as he pinned you against his chest. 

“Let. Go.” You wheezed through your laughter.

”Delete those photos!”

You continued to struggle in his grasp before he suddenly let go, causing you to fall off the bed with a grunt.

You blinked, staring up at the ceiling until Rodricks head popped over the side of his bed. His eyes narrowing.

”Stealing my look?”

You scoffed, “You don’t own eyeliner Heffley— by the way, you have to drive my brother to school today.”

”What? Why?” He complained, eyes following you as you stood up and plopped yourself right on his bed.

”I need to teach the little shit a lesson.”

”And you had to drag me into it,” he flopped backwards onto his bed.

“Coming from the guy that drags me into nearly every stupid idea he has.”

”You come willingly,” he said, pointing at you with a drumstick.

”Sure I do. Now get dressed so we can go,” you jumped to your feet, sprinting back down the stairs, whatever he said next falling on deaf ears.

You made your way back down stairs and into the kitchen where the rest of the Heffley’s, plus your brother, were gathered.

You sat yourself down and kicked your feet up on the breakfast table, reaching over for a pop tart that sat out on the table.

”Mornin’” you greeted through a mouthful of food.

”Morning…” Frank trailed off, staring at your feet propped up right next to him. The newspaper in his hand forgotten.

”Honey, you know what I’ve said about feet on the table.”

You sighed, pulling your feet off and sitting cross legged on the chair instead. “Sorry.”

”That’s alright and uh… you look nice?”

”Thanks,” you grinned.

”Yeah, the makeup is a bold choice,” Greg muttered sarcastically, making your brother laugh.

You narrowed your eyes and shut the both of them up. Greg had always gotten on your nerves the same way your little brother did.

”Rodrick said he’d drive Greg and David to school so you don’t have to.”

”He is?” Susan questioned. However, her shock quickly turned into excitement, “And he suggested this himself?”

”Sure did,” you grinned, taking another bite of your pop tart.

”Why would he do that?” Greg asked.

”Maybe your brother’s turning a new coin, don’t stop him from growing as a person.”

Suddenly, all six of you heard a shriek, your heads whipping towards the staircase as Rodrick stomped down the stairs.

”Mom! What did you do to my pants!?” He exclaimed, running into the kitchen, lifting a leg and pointing to the matter at hand.

Your gaze followed where he directed and you had to stifle a laugh. 

For some reason, the rips in his jeans were patched with baby pink fabric.

”Oh, I fixed them for you,” Susan grinned, satisfied with herself. “They were torn to shreds so I patched them up.”

Rodrick stared at his mother with wide eyes, completely at a loss for how to respond, “I ripped them on purpose. And why did you use pink!” You bit down on your lip to keep from laughing, as his voice was becoming squeaky with frustration.

Susan rolled her eyes with a shake of her head, “Honestly Rodrick, I do you a favor and you only complain about it. Why would you rip your jeans in the first place? So you can look sloppy at school?”

”He wants to trick people into thinking he’s a famous rockstar,” you threw in. “I told him it was a stupid idea and that he was wasting the hard earned money you spend on his clothes by tearing them up but he just wouldn’t listen to reason,” you shrugged.

”Wha— It was your idea!” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking abou— ahh,” you yelped as Rodrick charged forward and grabbed your leg, lifting it above the table and practically knocking you off the chair. Manny suddenly clapping with all the commotion.

”See! You did it too,” he pointed to the giant rips at the knees in your jeans, “She’s lying mom, she helped me rip them—“

”Okay, enough,” Susan said sharply, “She’s not my child so I can’t scold her. And it’s already— 7:45,” She suddenly gasped, seeing how late it was, “Will you all get ready so you’re not late to school.”

”Fine. Where are my other jeans?” Rodrick asked, dropping your leg and making you grunt.

”In the wash. I checked all your other pairs for tears and they all smelled so I’m washing them now. You’re lucky I set aside a pair for you this morning.”

”You’re saying, I have to go to school in these?” Rodrick asked, pointing at the monstrosity in question.

”Yes. Maybe next time you’ll think twice before ruining your clothes. Now all of you go.”

You sighed, getting up from your seat and slinging your backpack over your shoulder, your pop tart still in hand.

You glanced down at Rodrick’s jeans again and scoffed out another laugh, before passing him.

”Gimme that,” Rodrick scoffed right back, snatching your pop tart and shoving it in his mouth.

”Hey— that was mine!”

”I don’t care, traitor,” Rodrick’s words muffled by the pop tart, “C’mon turd nuggets,” he yelled over his shoulder to the middle schoolers, who nervously followed you two.

”Calm down already. I’ll help you rip the patches off,” you rolled your eyes, pulling the front door open with him suddenly pushing you forward.

The younger kids shut the door behind all of you.

”I can’t with those two,” Susan sighed. “All these years and I still can’t figure out if they’re good or bad influences on each other.”

”Well, anyone that can keep Rodrick from sleeping straight through an entire day is good in my books,” Frank said, placing his newspaper down, and taking a sip of his coffee. 

“… You’re sure you don’t think they’re in a relationship?” Susan asked, making Frank sigh.

“We’ve been over this honey. Rodrick’s too… he’s not…” Frank tried to select the words carefully as to not say out loud that he thought his son was dumb as a box of rocks. “I just don’t think he’d be able to keep a secret like that.”

”Yeah… you’re right I guess. They just— they seem to be,” Susan glanced at her youngest son, choosin her own words carefully now, “Very comfortable with each other.”

Frank looked up in thought, thinking about how close the two of you seemed… how much closer the two of you seemed after this summer specifically…. Even more specifically after a certain vacation you guys went on with your friends back in July. “You don’t think they’ve…”

Susan raised her eyebrows and shrugged.

”No— no, they couldn’t have.”

”I don’t know Frank. I’m just saying it’s something we should look out for. You know how teenagers are.”

Frank swallowed nervously at the thought of mini Rodricks running around the house.

—

If you had to choose, this was probably your favorite pastime. Riding around in the Löded Diper van, screaming Guns N Roses at the top of yours and Rodricks terrible voices, all the while tormenting your little brothers in the back.

Nothing beats this.

“Welcome to the jungle!— stop moving! I’m gonna stab you!” You yelled over the music as your head was practically in Rodricks lap as you tried to rip up the patches from his jeans… which wasn’t exactly a good look for either of you if anyone decided to look in.

”I’m trying!” He yelled back, “I can’t when I’m driving— stop pushing on my leg, you’re gonna make me hit the car in front of us.”

”You want these patches off or what?”

Rodrick just grunted in response, slamming on the breaks at a red light.

Your brothers’ screams in the back were like music to both of your ears.

“We’re gonna die,” David panted as both him and Greg finally stopped flying around the back of the van.

”I know,” Greg responded. “Why do we get stuck with these two as our siblings— I know someone whose brother takes him out for ice cream after school every Friday.”

”With our luck Rodrick and (Y/N) will get married one day and then we’ll never be able to get rid of them.”

”Ew— ahh!” Greg’s nose screwed up in disgust at the idea of you two marrying each other, right before being jolted backwards as Rodrick slammed on the gas.

A few more minutes of driving and you all came to another rough stop, the music clicking off. “Get out losers,” Rodrick yelled behind him, lifting his leg so you could get a better angle at ripping the threads.

”But we’re not at school,” Greg said, peering out the back window.

”You both have two legs. Walk,” You answered back, throwing a pink patch behind your seats.

”You two just wanna make out, don’t you,” Your brother spat.

You and Rodrick instinctively looked at each other, faces screwed up in disgust.

”Ew,” he hissed.

”As if,” you scoffed, “Now go before I kick your ass.”

You managed to rip off the rest of the patches before school started, his jeans once again looking like the distressed mess you both created in the first place. And you only got away with one stab to his leg, and a little bit of blood but he didn’t need to know about that part.

Parking the van, you both stumbled out, making your way to the building for another day full of napping through lessons.

And hey, you were only twenty minutes late today.

—

You truly didn’t understand why you and the rest of your friends even bothered with school at this point. You weren’t sure a single one of you got through an entire day without skipping or falling asleep in at least one class and you all just copied off of others homework.

Those friends, being the rest of the members of Löded Diper… you didn’t have many girlfriends, for some reason they thought it was weird you hung out around these guys so much. But you didn’t care, you were all going to be famous after high school. You were only a roadie and supporter of the band but that wasn’t going to stop you from becoming famous.

Before you knew it, this fine Friday was over and you and the band would be free for the entire weekend to screw around like usual.

By 3:10 you were climbing into the passenger side of Rodrick’s van once again. Rodrick in the drivers seat and the rest of the guys in the back.

As if on cue, an arm was thrown around the back of your seat and a head popped between you and Rodrick. 

“Hello beautiful,” Ben greeted, leaning forward to place a kiss on your cheek only to be stopped by your hand against his face.

”Hi Ben,” you grinned, “And how was your day?”

”Good,” he mumbled against your hand, picking his lips against your palm in a weak kiss.

”Enough,” Rodrick said, pushing his friend into the back by the shoulder.

”I’m impressed,” you said, seeing all three of them there, “Not a single one of us got detention today.”

”No, I did,” Chris said, “I’m just skipping.”

”Nice,” the rest of you nodded.

With that Rodrick put the van into drive and sped out of the school’s parking lot.

Unlike your little brothers, Ben, Chris, and eventually Bill once you picked him up, actually knew how to have fun. They all laughed and cheered as they were being thrown around the van instead of whining like a bunch of babies.

Finally making it into the garage of the Heffley’s house you found yourself making yourself comfortable on the couch in the garage as Löded Diper began their rehearsal, cheering for them as they all played.

The other thing about the suburbs was when you were stuck in high school and you lived in the suburbs, the monotony of it all took quite the toll on you. There was nothing to keep you occupied, no way to have fun, which was why you and Rodrick were usually left to your own devices and had to find the fun somewhere else.

You would include the other guys as you were all together for the most part, but living right next door to the Heffleys and not only that, being able to see into each other’s rooms, you and Rodrick did tend to spend most of your time together. Because even when you weren’t allowed to see each other due to being grounded or whatnot, you still both snuck each other into the other’s room just to hang out.

Huh… you were starting to see why your brother was convinced you two were dating.

And maybe you would if you were Heather or Rodrick was… literally anybody else.

It was an hour into rehearsal already, you bopped your head along with the atrocious music, singing their awful lyrics to yourself.

That was until Susan came in.

”Rodrick,” she tried, but they kept playing, “Rodrick,” she tried again, this time effectively getting all of you to shut up. “I need to talk to you inside. Now.”

”Oooh,” you instigated, quickly shutting up when Susan shot you a look.

Rodrick stood up, walking around the drumset, “Go ahead and talk. We’re a band,” he came to a stop in front of his mom, “We have no secrets.”

”Okay, fine.” She then pulled out a magazine from behind her back and held it in front of her. Your eyes nearly popped out of your head at the dirty magazine she found.

Rodrick was stunned, “Tha—“ he pointed at the magazine, “That’s not mine,” he was wavering, you could tell.

”Well, it was in your backpack—“

”No, it was in my room.”

Idiot.

“Does owning this magazine make you a better person?” 

It looked like it was time for a lecture.

“No.”

”Did it make you more popular at school?”

“Yes,” Rodrick nodded, looking around at all of you before his eyes landed back on his mom and he realized that that was in fact the wrong answer, “No.” he quickly took back.

“How do you feel about,” she took a step forward, “Having owned this, type of magazine?”

Rodrick thought for a second, “… Ashamed,” he grinned.

”Nice,” Chris cheered.

Susan nodded, her grip so tight on the magazine that you were sure she’d rip it any second. She took another step forward, face to face with her son, “Do you have anything you want to say,” she placed a hand over her heart, “To women. For having owned this offensive magazine?”

Rodrick stared down at his mom, struggling for words.

“I’m sorry, women.”

The rest of the guys started clapping for Rodrick until Susan pinned them with a sharp look, making them stop.

”And I want you to apologize to (Y/N).”

Rodrick scoffed, glancing at you on the couch before looking back at his mom, “Why?”

”Why?” Susan asked, affronted, “Because she is a beautiful young woman that you consider a friend. Owning this magazine is offensive to girls like her.”

”Um… I don’t really care Susan—“ you quickly shut your mouth as she shot you another look.

”Yeah but (Y/N) isn’t like a woman woman,” Rodrick said.

“Excuse me?” Susan hissed.

”Y’know what I mean,” he was starting to flounder again, “She-she’s not like the women in the magazine…” he trailed off.

”What? Just because she isn’t taking naked photos on motorcycles, you don’t consider her a woman?”

”I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” Ben suddenly tried to joke, making you roll your eyes.

Susan ignored him, watching as Rodrick really didn’t know the answer to these questions anymore. “Uh— yes— no. I don’t know, she’s just (Y/N)—“

”Apologize,” she cut him off sharply.

Rodrick then shuffled his way to you, standing in front of your seated form, “I’m sorry for owning that magazine (Y/N).”

“And,” Susan snapped.

”And for not seeing you as a woman…?” He glanced back at his mom to make sure he said the right thing but was only met with an eye roll.

”I forgive you,” you played along, “And don’t worry. I don’t see you as a man,” you grinned sharply as the others all cheered at your diss.

“You’re grounded for two weeks,” Susan said, she was so angry her voice was shaking. She then swiftly turned around and began to stalk out of the garage.

”Ok settle down Susan. I think one week is plenty!”

She quickly turned back around on her heel, “Make it four weeks and I’m gonna need the keys to your van!”

”My van?”

”Yes. Your van. And I want all of you out of here in an hour.” With that she turned around and left the garage.

”I’m gonna become a stripper just to spite you Heffley,” you grunted in annoyance at his whole woman comment about you.

”Yes! I support you (Y/N)!” Ben cheered. 

“Yeah that’ll show me,” Rodrick grumbled, “Let’s just get one more song in.” With that he seated himself behind his drum set and the boys practiced for some more.

—

“I bet you feel pretty stupid now for owning that magazine,” you called out, sitting on the roof just outside your window, staring up at Rodrick as he leaned out his window.

”I don’t even know how she found it,” he practically whined. “I hid it under my bed, and she never checks there anymore after The Thing she found under there.”

”Oh right, that.” You shivered at the memory of what you and Rodrick now called ‘The Thing’ that may have been alive at one point under his bed. “Did she take your keys yet.”

”Yeah.”

”Are you banned from driving to school too?”

”I’m banned from driving anywhere. That includes your car.”

”Shit.” You hissed. That meant you’d have to drive the two of you to school instead and you weren’t exactly comfortable behind the wheel yet.

A comfortable silence filled the air between you two, and you sighed, basking in the cooling air as the sun was setting.

”Y’know Heather Hills asked about you today.”

”Really?”

”No,” you laughed. He always fell for that.

He frowned, ”Yeah well, Nick asked about you today.”

”Really?”

”No,” he laughed loudly.

Oh right. You always fell for that too.

”Asshole.”

”Bitch.”

“I’m gonna tell your mother you’re not being very respectful towards women again.”

”Then have fun driving me to school for two months instead of one.”

”Whatever,” you grumbled under your breath. “Are we still hanging out tomorrow or are you taking the grounding thing seriously this time.”

”We can hang,” he grumbled gnawing at a hangnail now. “Y’know it was probably my stupid brother that told her.”

”Maybe it was. He likes sneaking into your room doesn’t he.”

”Yeah…. Yeah,” Rodrick’s eyes lit up as he seemed to realize something, “That little—“ Rodrick quickly took off after that, leaving you to laugh at the entire situation by yourself.

—

People often wonder why me and Rodrick aren’t a couple. And I always tell them that I grew up with him. I see him nearly 24/7. He’s usually the first person I talk to in the morning. We have breakfast together, go to school together, we even share a bunch of the same classes. We usually even get detention together. We also torture our brothers together.

And what am I supposed to do after school when I’m bored and alone at home? Well I’d just have to go over to my best friends house that I’ve already seen all day anyway, because what else am I supposed to do? And what? Am I just not supposed to hang out with him and the other guys when they come over to rehearse. We even used to have sleepovers a lot when we were younger, but ever since high school our parents banned us from those. I think they’re scared we’re gonna fuck or something.

As if.

Rodrick’s more like a brother to me I think. I mean, I see him just as much if not more than my own brother anyway.

So of course I wouldn’t fuck him. You don’t fuck your brother bcuz ew.

Anyway… today Rodrick got grounded today because his mom found one of his dirty magazines. I was pretty sure Greg was to blame and turns out I was right, Rodrick texted me like ten minutes ago that Greg stole his stash and was holding them as black mail. But Rodrick managed to get him to give them back. So much for Greg’s plan I guess.

And now I’m just writing in here, sitting on the bathroom floor, naked in a towel. I just took a shower and I’m being too lazy to get dressed right now… I’m blasting some Metallica right now and damn they’re good. Too bad Löded Diper doesn’t sound like them. At least they got passion I guess.

Anyway… I guess I should stop being lazy and actually get dressed. 

You slammed your diary shut, shaking out your cramped writing hand. 

You stood up, not bothering to take the towel with you and just abandoning it on your bathroom floor along with your diary. You sang softly along to Master of Puppets playing in your bedroom, nodding your head along to the beat.

You shoved your bathroom door open, the music in your bedroom louder now as you swayed along to it. 

You bounded over to your dresser, leaving damp foot prints in your carpet. You jumped over the blood stain on your rug. You had Rodrick to thank for that one after he cracked a bat over your head, thinking you were Greg instead… the entire week after that was a blur.

You pulled open your underwear drawer with the one good knob, the knob missing on the other side of the drawer was thanks to your brother crashing into your dresser one day.

You pulled out a pair and shimmied them up your legs as you continued to dance along with the music.

Now however, there was a full concert on blast in your head. It took you a while to find the discarded T-shirt you usually slept in, especially with the distraction of the music playing but eventually you found it rolled up in your comforter as usual. And finally as the song ended you pulled on the Löded Diper t-shirt Rodrick made for you.

However, what you saw quickly got rid of the good mood you were in. Because once your head popped through the hole, you made direct eye contact with Rodrick Heffley through your windows.

You forgot to close your fucking blinds.

He was in shock… you were in shock. His jaw hung open, eyes popping out of his head.

The next thing that happened you were sure the entire neighborhood heard as you and Rodrick both screamed at the top of your lungs. He ran straight out of his room and you ran straight for the blinds that you quickly shut.

Your best friend just saw you butt ass naked.

—

Extra:

Frank walked into his bedroom, ready to settle down for the night after a long night of painting his Civil War figurines. 

As he began unbuttoning his button down, he had found his wife already in bed with a magazine in hand.

Everything seemed as usual… that was until he did a double take of the magazine in her hands.

”Uh… Honey?” He asked carefully, approaching her side of the bed. “Whatcha reading?”

“I found this in Rodrick’s backpack today,” she huffed, clearly still angry with her son.

”Okay… is there a reason you’re ‘reading’ it then?”

She looked up at her husband. “I was about to toss it out when I realized some of the pages were dog eared, so like any concerned mother I decided to take a look at what exactly my son is looking at so often that he has to dog ear it.”

”Right, yeah. Cause that’s… rational,” Frank spoke hesitantly.

”And look!” She opened one of the pages that were dog eared and showed Frank a two page spread of some naked woman. Frank quickly panicked and looked up at the ceiling.

“Uh huh?” He nodded.

”Frank, tell me who this girl looks like.”

Frank glanced back down carefully at the pages, before his eyes widened in realization. He yanked the magazine from her hands.

”She— That’s (Y/N)!” He realized in horror that his son was actively searching for naked women that looked like his best friend, whether or not he was aware of that, Frank didn’t know. 

Suddenly saying it out loud sent a shiver down both their spines and Frank quickly shut the magazine. They both agreed that was enough for tonight.

But the vision of the mini Rodricks was becoming more and more vivid by the second.

#rodrick #rodrick heffley #rodrick x reader #rodrick heffley x reader #diary of a wimpy kid #diary of a wimpy kid fanfic #devon bostick #rodrick fanfic #rodrick rules #not my rodrick #rodrick fanfiction #rodrick Heffley fanfic #rodrick heffley fanfiction #loded diper

[may0tuna]

I hate you more! | Rodrick Heffley x Reader

Author's note: So not sure if people still read Rodrick Heffley fics but I had this idea (and could not find something similar that's already written) where the reader decides to sabotage Rodrick from getting it on with Heather. Reader is at the top of the highschool food chain and is friends with Heather, but hates Rodrick so she sabotages him. A classic enemies to lovers!

Part 2, Part 3

You feel like you've been living a double life. You get straight As because, well, your allowance is tied to your grades. But what most people don't know is that you typically sneak out at night to hang with your boyfriend. Well, ex-boyfriend. You smoke, you party, you skip town without your parents ever knowing. But during the day, you looked like someone who goes to church every Sunday. In fact, you're quite impressed at how you're handling this double life. You learned, at a young age, that all there is to life is observing the people around you, and using those observations to your advantage.

Well, you thought to yourself, it's time to test these theories all over again as you move into a new town, new school, new classmates, and new friends. Unfortunately for you, your new neighbor doesn't seem to grasp the idea of a nice and quiet Sunday morning. You decided to pay them a visit, and maybe remind them that their garage isn't soundproof enough for the noise coming out of it.

You walked up to the door and gave 3 loud and firm knocks, waited a couple of seconds until you hear footsteps.

You expect the mom to open the door, which is why you brought cookies as a means to be a good new neighbor but you were greeted by a tall and dark-haired guy with eyeliner. He eyed you up and down in frustration before landing his gaze on the plate of cookies in your hand.

"What do you want?"

You forced yourself to be civil. "I just came here to give you cookies. We just moved in next door when I heard this sound coming from-"

"Yeah yeah, thanks for the cookies!" And with that, he slammed the door in your face. The audacity! You scoffed and started to walk away. The noise had not died down, and you walked away not believing how rude and ill-mannered your new neighbor was. God, if it means hearing this noise every weekend, you might beg your parents to move again.

~

First day of school. You were pretty confident with your social skills so highschool is a cake walk for you. Living a double life means you ought to know how to act in certain situations.

First period. You were introduced to the whole class. Your introduction was amazing. Everybody loved you. You had come into that room, dressed to impressed, and you even cracked a joke that made everyone laugh. Well, everyone except for your neighbor who's in all of your classes by the way. He was too busy talking about his band to basically anyone who's not deaf. What's worst is that you're sitting behind him.

Because of your peak social skills, you were sitting with Heather that day for lunch and apparently, they're at the top of the highschool food chain so that works for you too. You also learned that your neighbor, Rodrick, obviously had a crush on Heather. Since you sit behind him, and Heather sits beside him, you have observed all of the tell-tale signs that he's desperately in love with her. You smirked at the idea, and the endless possibilities of making his life a living hell.

~

School bell rang and everyone hurriedly packed their belongings. Heather asked if you wanted to go to the mall. You agreed and she told you to meet her upfront. Rodrick obviously heard this, and based from his expression, he was surprised that Heather and you are that close already. When everyone had left the room, you called out to Rodrick to set your plans of destroying his life in motion.

"Hey"

"Heyyy," he asked, curious why you were talking to him after he slammed the door in your face. He decided that it would be nice to at least be on your good side since you're friends with Heather so he started with an apology, "Listen, about what happened, I'm sorry but Sunday is the only time I can practice with my band. It's hard work, you know."

You smirked at his half-ass apology but mostly because you can see right through him, but you had a mission, "Oh don't worry about it! Actually, I wanted to tell you that Heather has a message for you."

As soon as you mentioned Heather's name, it was like something inside him had turned on. "Yes?"

"She's too shy to tell you this herself but she kinda has a crush on you. But she can't be too obvious because you know, in dating, guys make the first move, right?"

"Yeah," he said trying to comprehend every word you just uttered.

"Yes, so she doesn't want to go out with someone who did not officially ask her out. You know?"

"Yeah!" He said again as if he had solved a puzzle in his head.

"Okay, so tomorrow at lunch, why don't you "officially" ask her out?"

"Yeah?"

Jesus. You couldn't comprehend how slow this moron is in front of you. You were practically spoon-feeding him. You decided to repeat what you said just to make sure he gets it.

"Tomorrow. At lunch. Ask Heather out?"

"Yes. Okay, I can do that." He said trying to hype himself up.

You walked away feeling good about your plan when you decided to add one final touch to it. You looked back and called out to Rodrick.

"Oh, and don't forget, Heather looooves grand gestures!"

#diary of a wimpy kid #rodrick rules #rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley fanfic #rodrick heffley fluff #rodrick heffley x you #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick heffley x y/n #loaded diper #devon bostick #I hate you more

[shyphonics]

Salad Days Chapter 4: When Archeologists Dig This Up, They'll Either Laugh or Cry

(babypunk!Rodrick Heffley x reader)

chapter one | chapter two | chapter three

also, please take my favorite live performance of rise above by Black Flag as a companion piece

Hey!

I do not like you college brat

I do not like you and your frat

I do not like you at the shore

I do not like you drunk on coors

I do not like your average life

I hope you do not take a wife

I hope you don’t decide to breed

Cause that’s one thing I do not need

~

Well, they did it. They’ve got a van full of booze, and a sense of self satisfaction.

It had taken a while to fit everything in, and the guy at the pickup spot hadn’t been very nice, but they did it.

Mike seems more calm when they show up to The Strike, happy to see them, even.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, you giraffe of a man!” He pulls Rodrick into a hug, heartily patting him on the back. Rodrick does kind of feel like a giraffe, Mike only comes up to the middle of his chest.

“Hey, if there’s anything else you need, just let us know!” Rodrick gives him a smile.

He grabs a box of bottles and heads through the back door of the bar. The guys work like ants; grab a case, march to the walk in, march back. They’re done in no time. He wonders if the delivery center is hiring, because that was easy.

Mike shoves a bundle of money into his hands, and gives him another pat on the back.

“She was right about you.”

“Huh?”

“You’ve got the spirit,” he smiles, “like a young Henry Rollins, slingin’ ice cream. See you tomorrow. Show up at 5 PM, load in here. Got it?”

“Got it,” Rodrick nods.

The spirit. He has no idea what that means, but he’s grateful for the sentiment. Especially if you’d said something nice about him… he finally has ammo to tease you back.

Mike disappears into the back of the bar, and the guys regroup to count their unexpected pay.

“Dude, he gave us a hundred dollars!” Chris says, shocked.

They recount again and again, coming to one hundred every time. They can’t believe it, and they speed away from the bar with the radio turned all the way up.

The rest of their day is spent planning. They craft the perfect setlist, they find their tightest jeans, they even find time to learn a surprise cover song. It's one he'd heard on your radio shift, and it's been stuck in his head all day.

Everything has to be perfect.

Rodrick is sure everything is gonna be perfect.

~

It’s only 5:30 by the time they’re done setting up, and they find themselves just standing in front of the stage, awestruck.

It’s not huge by any means, but it’s high off the ground and covered in lights. There’s a full PA system, and even a pole to hang their homemade bedsheet flag from.

The bar is empty, except for a guy in the sound booth, Jimbo by the door, and two bartenders prepping. Rodrick doesn’t see you, and immediately gets a pang of sadness.

“Hey,” he starts, leaning on the bar.

“We can’t serve yet, sorry.” A girl with tight blonde curls shuts him down.

“Oh, no, I was gonna ask… where’s the other girl that works here?”

She thinks for a moment, then makes a face of realization.

“Oh, she’s not working tonight. She’s headlining.”

Rodrick’s eyes go wide. Headlining? You? His mind is blown.

The bartender goes back to prepping without giving him a second thought. Rodrick walks back to the stage, zombie-like, deep in thought.

Now they really have to be perfect.

A few people have come in through the back, and they’re setting up portable tables along a wall.

“You guys need one?” A girl with tall, spiked hair asks.

They look at each other. Merch. Duh. They're pretty sure they have an unorganized cardboard box of t-shirts and buttons in the van. Ward had spent all his high school graduation cash on some real ones from a print shop.

Ben and Chris wedge the table out from between two vending machines, and Rodrick digs the box out of the van. It’s not a very impressive setup, but they’re pretty happy with themselves.

The doors open at 7, and it doesn’t take long for the place to fill up. Mike comes by and gives each of the guys three little paper tickets, like you’d get at an arcade.

“Beer tickets,” he says, before they can ask, “one of these gets you anything canned or bottled. Be nice to the bartenders, please.”

Ward and Ben high five and head straight to the bar, Chris heads to the bathroom, and Rodrick does a full scan of the area by the stage. Where are you? He needs to make fun of you for being nice to him, dammit.

Ward and Ben get back, looking a little shaken up.

“Rodrick, hey, do you want us to get you a beer?” Ben chuckles nervously.

“Nah, I can get it myself,” Rodrick starts to walk towards the front.

“No, no,” Ward puts a hand on his shoulder.

“You should really let us get you one!” Ben makes urgent eye contact.

“Why...?” Rodrick is starting to get freaked out.

“‘Cause we’re buddies!” Ward pats him on the shoulder.

Something is definitely up.

Rodrick pushes past Ward, walking through the tall arch that leads to the bar area. It’s absolutely packed. His heart skips a beat when he sees a flash of golden blonde hair.

Oddly familiar golden blonde hair.

The girl turns around.

No. It can’t be. There’s no way in hell that it’s-

“Heather Hills,” Rodrick whispers, grateful for the loud house music.

She’s sitting at the bar with a large group of people. Some douchebag with a double popped collar has his arm around her. They’re all laughing- the kind of laugh you do at someone. Snotty.

Any attraction he’d had to her has been completely gone for years. He feels a mix of hatred and nausea. They’re at the far end of the bar, by the door, so Rodrick blends in at the other end.

Please don’t look at me.

He gets a beer from the bartender from earlier, making sure to tip as your snarky reminder rings in his head. Also making sure to avoid Natty Light. He turns fast to get back to the stage, and right before he’s through the arch-

“Rodrick? Rodrick Heffley?”

He wheels around. She’s right fucking behind him.

“Oh, hey, what was your name again?” He rolls his eyes.

“Real mature, asshole.” She scoffs, “What are you doing here?”

“Playing a show. What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Aww, you don’t wanna play nice with me?” She drags a finger down his chest. It enrages him.

“No. And you know why?” His voice goes low. He leans down so his face is close to hers, and he’s about to let everything out. Her face is smug, and she raises her eyebrows.

Suddenly, there’s a hand on his back.

“Hey, you’re on in ten. Soundcheck time.” You peer around to see Rodrick's face. He looks pissed. You’re not sure what’s going on, but it’s none of your business. You’re just the messenger.

Rodrick’s eyes bug when he sees you, and his face relaxes a little.

“Um, excuse me, we were talking.” The blonde girl sneers at you.

“You can talk later. We gotta get this shit rollin’.” You don’t wait to see her reaction. You just turn around and head back to the stage.

If you’re honest, it's a little disappointing seeing Rodrick with, you assume, his very pretty girlfriend. It makes sense though. He's a nice looking guy. Your official assessment is toxic on-again, off-again high school sweethearts. Oh, well.

Just keep walking. Stay on schedule. Five bands, twenty minute sets, ten minutes for stage change. You repeat it in your head like a mantra.

Heather’s mouth is hanging open. Rodrick winces.

“Gotta go,”

He practically runs to the stage.

They’ve never done a real soundcheck before, and it’s kind of an intimidating process. The sound engineer is very no nonsense. Rodrick checks his drums one by one. Then bass, guitars, mics. Each adjustment is barely noticeable to them, and they end up just giving a thumbs up every time the engineer asks a question. Finally, they run through the whole chorus of a song to hear everything together. By that point, the dance floor is almost entirely full.

Rodrick takes a deep breath, scanning for Heather. He hopes she just left.

They've come a long way since their high school days, no longer unpracticed wannabes. Their sound has become pretty good, if they say so themselves. Tonight's only adjustment is to play faster.

The sound guy points at them, and Ben clears his throat.

“We… are Löded Diper!”

The chatting in the crowd subsides, and falls silent.

Rodrick hears snickering, and a voice saying oh my god, that IS him!

He panics, and right when the tension is almost too much to bear, a loud WOOOOOOOO comes from the very front. He looks and sees you, trying to rile up the crowd. It seems to be working. Other people are giving half-hearted cheers, which is something at least.

“That's more like it!” Ben yells, and they launch into their first song.

They only have a five song set, so everything has to count. Ben’s wails are powerful, he's really embodying a frontman. Chris is whipping his hair around, and Ward is the true picture of a bassist. Strong, still, and holding it all together.

Rodrick is hyper-focused on keeping the rhythm. And maybe showing off, just a little bit. He puts his whole body into hitting the drums, his mouth pulled into a tight “o”.

You have a perfect view from the front row, and what a view it is.

He's killing it. So focused and steady, but it looks like he's having fun. He leans into the mic to sing backup, and you get a flash of his sharp canines. You can see the muscles in his arms clenching, and the front of his hair is wet with sweat.

You feel your face getting hot, and you're reluctant to admit it's not just from the packed room. You’re suddenly faced with the very real possibility that you're very attracted to him.

He gives you a huge grin and a wink between songs, and it's no longer just a possibility. Fuck.

Blasts of air from his bass drum cool your face down, and you stare at him a little closer, analyzing.

You've been infantilising him a little bit, you'll admit it.

Kid. Cute. Baby boy.

Although you’re pretty sure the two of you are the same age, he just comes off like a teenager. You couldn’t help but haze him a little bit, especially after he just wandered into the bar with no plan. He’s really proving himself right now.

The crowd is going crazy. You’re holding yourself up on the edge of the stage, but behind you, a sizable pit has opened up. People are loving them.

“We have one more!” Ben shouts. People are screaming.

“We learned it just for you!” Rodrick yells. There’s something snarky about his tone. You like it.

You recognize the song immediately. Their rendition is just a little clunky, but it works. You can't help but smile, and wonder if Rodrick somehow heard your radio shift last night.

It's such a good choice for a first show. Perfect, really. It's like they're saying, we're here, fuckers.

You let the crowd swallow you up as you sing along.

Society's arms of control

(Rise above, we're gonna rise above!)

They think they're smart, can't think for themselves

(Rise above, we're gonna rise above!)

Laugh at us behind our backs

(Rise above, we're gonna rise above!)

I find satisfaction in what they lack

(Rise above, we're gonna rise above!)

We! Are Tired!

Of your! Abuse!

Try to stop us!

But it’s! No use!

The aftermath of their set is chaos. Good chaos, but chaos. They tear down their gear and load up the van. On their way back in, people are yelling and patting their shoulders as they walk by.

Hell yeah, dude!

Good set, bro!

It feels good.

A small crowd has formed at their merch table. Chris takes on the task of handling the sales, and before they know it, their box is nearly half gone. They hadn't expected that.

Another unexpected side effect of playing a good set: booze.

Once the merch crowd is gone, old rocker types materialize, holding out shot glasses and cans. One guy hands Rodrick a shot of something that burns, and puts a heavy arm around his shoulder. He starts up a conversation about drumming, which is really more like a monologue.

You were great out there, man. Who's your favorite? Like, who's your guy? It's Lars for me, bro, 100%. I saw Metallica in ‘88, bro. Busted a knee in the pit, and now I can’t play a double pedal no more. Where'd you learn to play like that? You could play like Hellhammer with those arms. Fuckin’ rock on, brother. Oh, hey, sorry, I was supposed to give you this lime to help with the tequila...

Rodrick’s head swims as the guy babbles, nodding his head like he's listening.

“Thank you,” he finally sighs out. He’s exhausted from just listening to the guy. He pops the lime in his mouth, and it does help quite a bit.

People just keep coming with shots, and beers, and stories, and the guys end up piss drunk before the second band is done setting up.

Rodrick smiles and looks around. He's having fun. They did what they came to do, and people actually liked it. The rest of the guys are making conversation with the other bands. Heather and whoever else had been laughing at him are nowhere to be seen, and he's happy.

Even happier when you appear in front of the table.

“Heyyy!” He yells, giving you a singular finger gun, his other hand occupied with a beer can.

You take one look at his half lidded eyes and lazy smile, and realize he's wasted.

“Are you drunk?” You cackle, “It's not even 8:30!”

He turns, and spits a sucked-dry lime slice into the trash can next to him.

“Shut up! You're drunk!” Rodrick points at you, smile still wide.

“Oh, man. You're gone. Your girlfriend is gonna be pissed!” You laugh.

The drunk-happy look fades from his face.

“My huh?”

“That girl you were talking to you. Girlfriend, right?”

“No fucking way!” he bursts out laughing, “She’s a rich, stuck-up asshole! She's an evil witch from hell!” He downs the rest of his beer.

“Harsh, but I believe you.”

Well, that settles that.

You wonder if Rodrick has ever been this drunk in his life. He doesn't seem like he knows how to handle it, but he seems to be having a good time, at least.

“Hey. You did really, really good. You killed it. I mean it.” You lean on the merch table and smile up at him.

Rodrick’s eyes are sparkling, and his smile is somehow bigger than before.

“You liked us?”

“I loved you guys. Everyone did. They're totally gonna have you back.”

He looks like he might cry.

"Hey, don't I get a shirt? Wasn't that part of our deal?"

Rodrick thinks hard, finally remembering.

"Oh yeah!" He shouts.

He ducks down under the table and rifles through a big box. You lean over and tell him your size. He looks deeply focused.

He finally resurfaces, and holds up the shirt, triumphantly. You take it and sling it over your arm.

"Thanks," you smile, "I'll wear it all the time."

He beams.

You hold out your hand, and he hesitates for a second before grabbing it.

“You wanna come stand with me? The next band is up.”

Rodrick’s heart soars.

You lead him to the middle of the crowd, where three other people are gathered, talking.

“This is my band: Maureen, Jessica, and Eddie.”

Rodrick is seeing double at this point, but he smiles and waves. He thinks he sees a girl with ridiculously long black hair, a girl with very short green hair, and a guy with little round glasses.

“Good set,” the guy gives him a fist bump.

Before they can talk any more, a microphone squeals. Everyone in the crowd is at attention. Rodrick blinks to try and focus in on the stage; the next band has set up a giant, inflatable palm tree and some yard flamingos. They're all dressed for the pool, it seems like. Big, bright board shorts and floaties. The singer is barefoot, and has a megaphone in hand.

“May I have your attention please, may I have your attention please,” his distorted voice comes through the megaphone, “The president of the United States is an insect! All your lives are a lie!”

The next few minutes are a blur of sound and color. Rodrick can’t process anything that’s happening in front of him. The music is weird, but good. Messy. The words don’t make any sense. His body is starting to sway uncontrollably, and he’s worried he might topple over.

His shoulder bumps yours, and you look up. He doesn’t look so good. You grab his hand again and lead him out of the crowd, all the way to the front patio, stopping to grab a water on the way.

Cool air hits Rodrick’s face, and he feels at ease. You help him into a low metal chair, and he stares up at you, helplessly.

“Are you good?” You push his hair up, away from his forehead, and hand him the cup of water.

“That was a lot,” he breathes, dazed.

“Chug that water, you’ll feel better,” you lean on the railing next to his chair, “and no more booze, big boy.”

“I thought I was baby boy,” Rodrick slurs, smirking.

“I think you’ve transcended that term,” you laugh, “unless you want to be baby boy.”

“What if I do?”

“You’re so weird,” you give his chair a little kick.

He sticks out his arm to catch your leg, and chugs the whole water in one go.

He lifts your leg a little higher, slinging it over his shoulder. You’re speechless. That’s pretty smooth.

"You said something nice about me," he slurs in a sing-song voice, "Mike told me."

"Oh yeah? What did I say?"

Rodrick thinks hard. What was it again?

"Something about... spirits? And ice cream."

"Okay, buddy." You shush him, "Just take some deep breaths."

It’s kinda nice, just sitting with him in silence. The last bit of daylight is leaving, and everything is shrouded in a faint blue.

“I think I like you,” he says quietly, not looking at you.

“I think you’re drunk. Get back to me in an hour.”

“Can I like you in an hour?” He holds your leg a little tighter.

“Go nuts,” you chuckle.

You don’t move your leg, though.

You sit together until the set ends, and people start to file out onto the patio.

“You wanna go back in? Your friends are probably worried.” You bounce your leg a little to get his attention.

“Yeah. I have to pee so bad.”

Another trans-am’s wrapped itself around a telephone pole

“I ain't drunk, officer, I just fell getting out of my car.”

Don't worry about it, son. We were that way when we were young!

You've got all the skills to make a damn good business man!

~

Rodrick stares at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, breathing deep. He feels a lot better after some fresh air and the longest piss of his life.

A stall door opens, and a familiar face shows up next to his.

“Heffley? Shit, that really is you.”

Bryan Kent is a bonafide asshole with a football scholarship, who'd made Rodrick’s life a living hell back home. He really doesn't feel like reconnecting right now.

“Yep. It's me.”

Rodrick turns to leave, but Bryan blocks the door.

“You're not even gonna say hi, diner dork?”

“Fuck off, Bryan. I'm not in the mood.”

Bryan pushes him, and Rodrick feels all that old rage bubbling up. He's still a little wobbly on his feet.

“Did the cops ever catch you for what you did?” Bryan takes a step towards Rodrick. He feels all the blood leave his face.

“Actually, one of my buddies from back home just passed police academy. You wanna come back to our table and put in a little confession?”

“Fuck off,” he pushes Bryan back hard, sending him right into the door.

You're waiting outside the bathroom, and starting to get just a little worried. One of Rodrick’s bandmates- Ward, you're pretty sure- is still by their merch table.

“Hey,” you smile at him, “Rodrick went into the bathroom kind of a long time ago. He was pretty wrecked, and I'm starting to get worried. Could you…?”

Ward is around the table before you can even finish your sentence.

“Don't worry, I got him.”

As Ward opens the bathroom door, another guy walks out, laughing.

“What the fuck?” Ward yells.

You come up behind him and see Rodrick, lying on the floor, face bloody. Your mouth twists into a sneer. Fucking frat boys.

You march to the front of the bar, and lean in towards Jimbo’s ear.

“Him. Out.” You point at the offender, who's still flexing his busted knuckles like a jackass. Like it's something to show off.

“Had a feeling.” Jimbo sighs, standing up.

Rodrick’s head is pounding.

He opens his eyes to see Ward, looking devastated.

“Dude, what happened? Can you get up?”

“Fucking… Bryan Kent,” he coughs out.

Ward helps him to his feet and hands him a bundle of paper towels. Rodrick dabs at his bloody nose and lip in the mirror.

Of course. Of fucking course one of those assholes would show up tonight, of all nights.

He takes a few moments to just stand there and recover.

“That was fucked up.” Ward breaks the silence.

Rodrick just nods.

They emerge from the bathroom and there's what looks to be a full on brawl at the front of the bar. Rodrick sees you walking quickly towards him, eyes wide.

“Are you okay? Jeez, look at your lip.”

You bring your hand to his face and take a closer look. It doesn't look like he needs stitches or anything, but his bottom lip is swollen, with a dark line in the middle. Blood is quickly drying up in one of his nostrils.

Rodrick jumps a little, and suddenly feels a whole lot better under your gentle touch. He gets lost for a second, just looking down at your worried face.

“I shouldn't have let you in there alone, I'm so sorry.” You murmur.

He smiles, but a yell from up front brings him back to reality.

“It’s cool, I'm fine. What's going on up there?”

“Well, we asked your... acquaintance to leave, and he didn't want to. And he's got friends.”

“Should we go up and help?” Ward clenches his fist, smiling slightly.

Rodrick’s other bandmates have joined the circle.

“I'd stay out of it, they've got it.”

You all observe as Jimbo drags Bryan out the front door by his ear. A second drunken dickhead is yelling I'm a police officer! Get off me! as a second, equally huge guy hauls him off.

Rodrick notices Heather following them out, rolling her eyes.

“Are we all good?” Someone from the stage asks into a microphone.

Oh yeah, there's still a show going on.

You all shrug, and head into the crowd together.

You take Rodrick's hand again, and give it a little squeeze. He turns to look at you, and smiles.

"Are you really okay?" You yell over the music.

"I'm really okay." He squeezes your hand back.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

#sorry if this is too long lmao #im having fun #rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick x reader #rodrick heffley fanfic #doawk rodrick #Spotify

[101sticks]

writing rodrick heffley fan fiction while i’m waiting to be assigned somewhere at work. i am on the clock. lmk if u want me to post it 😋 (it’s very nsfw)

#rodrick heffley #diary of a wimpy kid #diary of a wimpy kid rodrick #rodrick fanfic #rodrick heffley fanfic

[plant-pluto]

Hey, Neighbor!

Rodrick Heffley x GN! Reader

Kicking Bill out of the band after the talent show caused löded diper to need a new guitarist, luckily Rodrick  just got a new next door neighbor.

Christmas Special!

TWS: underage smoking.

Links- Chapter One(rewritten), Chapter Two(rewritten), Chapter Three(rewritten), Chapter Four(rewritten), Chapter Five(rewritten)

Christmas special (these events do not actually happen in the fic)

Wordcount: 2,570

    You were pacing around your room, thoughts riddled with anxiety, and the source of it all? The lone present sitting on your desk. It was wrapped pretty simply, a gift concealed with red paper and white snowflakes decorating it. You couldn’t help but get in your head when it came to gift giving, “What if he doesn’t even like it? What if he thinks it's lame or-” 

    The piercing sound of your mother’s voice reached your ears,” [Y/N] ARE YOU READY TO GO?” Taking in a deep breath you sighed,” YEA!” Getting the present off of your desk, you also grabbed a few other things.

    Going down your stairs, you saw that your mom was already holding the door open, so picking up your pace, you hurriedly slipped on your shoes. Walking out the door, you were met with the harsh winter air as it nipped at your skin. You heard your footsteps as you walked across the snow-covered sidewalk and crossed the street.

    You hurriedly knocked on the door, a part of you trying to convince yourself that the only reason you were so eager to get inside was because of the cold, and not because of a certain brunet inside. You heard rapid stomps making their way to the door, and you managed to overhear some muffled bickering.

    “Why can’t I get the door, Rodrick, I wanna say hi to Jeremy!” “Because I wanna get the door loser so shut up and go help mom set the table!” You couldn't but jump slightly as the red door suddenly flung open.

    You were met with Rodrick Heffley and you took the time to take a quick glance to look at his appearance. He was wearing a black knitted sweater and it had a cute skull print on the front with little santa hats. You silently thanked Susan for putting in the effort to make sure her son had put on a Christmas sweater as he looked cute.

    “ Hey Rodrick!” You smiled as you stepped inside, welcoming the sudden warmth that enveloped you from the house. You took off your shoes and walked towards the kitchen in order to greet Susan, and made a little small talk before your mother started a conversation with her. Before you exited, you heard her voice follow you,” Foods not gonna be done for a bit, you should hang out with Rodrick while you wait.”

    You nodded, although unsure if she saw it and walked into the living room. In the living room, you were once again greeted with Rodrick, but you also saw Greg, Rowley, and your brother. “Hi [Y/N].” You heard Greg speak, you answered, amused at the glare Rodrick shot him,” Hey Greg! Hey Rowley!” You smiled at the ginger-headed boy as he waved back, a smile on his face.

    You turned your attention to Rodrick, who you noticed was already looking at you. You joked, speaking sarcastically,” Wow, haven’t seen you in awhile.” Rodrick rolled his eyes with a small smile on his face, you both hung out yesterday. “ Yeah, yeah, c’mon let's go to my room.”

    You smirked, deciding to mess with him,” Woah now Heffley, becoming much more forward aren’t you?” He scoffed, shoving a hand in your face, “ And you’re becoming much more cocky, I would never.”

    You chuckled as you followed him up the steps, and finally you reached the attic. The various lamps and string lights were already on and you noted his room was slightly cleaner than the last time you were here. You sat in the armchair in the corner of the room, while he sat on his bed.

    You almost forgot you were holding his gift until you saw him look at it,” So,’ he piped up,’ What’cha got there?” You unconsciously pulled the gift closer to you,” A gift.” And you saw as the gears turned in Rodrick’s mind,” For who?”

    Your face began to get warm,” Who else would it be for dumbass?” You saw him shrug, a knowing smirk creeping onto his face,” Nah, I don’t think I know, is it for Manny?” You rolled your eyes and tossed him the present,” It’s for you.”

    Rodrick’s tone was playful,” Aw, for me? You’re so sweet.” Your face grew warmer, but you grew curious as you saw Rodrick pull something out from under his bed,” Heads up!” You caught the small gift that was terribly wrapped, but somehow, it made it even more charming.

    Now you let your tone become sickeningly sweet as you joked,” Awww, Rodrickkkkk you’re such a sweetheart!” You jokingly leaned over to his bed and pinched his cheek, laughing as he swatted your hands away.

    However, the way he hit your hands caused you to lose balance slightly, you flailed around, arms trying to desperately stabilize yourself. 

    You did, but…

    Your cheeks warmed at the precarious position you found yourself in. Your arms had landed on either side of Rodrick’s hips while he sat cross-legged facing you. He was leaning back on his hands slightly, and when you gained the courage to look up, you were met with a beautiful sight.

    Rodrick’s face was flushed, just like you assumed yours was, but you were able to see the pink adorn his cheeks, painting his face like a canvas as it reached his ears, and even managed to go down his neck.

    The silence was thick, your body almost buzzing with the proximity and the tension in the air.

    KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

    “Rodrick? [Y/N]?” You heard the muffled voice of Susan cut through the air, severing the atmosphere. “ Yeah Mom?” “Yes Mrs.Heffley?” You scrambled to get off of Rodrick, too busy to laugh at the fact you spoke at the same time.

    “The foods done.” Making your way to the door, you opened it,” Ok, thanks Mrs.Heffley!” She smiled as you passed, however, unbeknownst to you,  she stared Rodrick down as he walked by, and he bristled at her gaze.

    Making your way down the stairs, you hummed at the delicious aroma that wafted through the air and you took a seat at the dining room table. Rodrick sat beside you, and you made small talk with the family and yours as you all shared a meal.

    You and Rodrick finished eating earlier than the rest, and as you brought your plate to the kitchen sink, Rodrick followed you, and an idea formed in your head. “ Hey Rodrick,’ you said in a hushed tone,’ Wanna go on a walk?” 

    Rodrick furrowed his brows,” [Y/N], it’s fucking freezing, no I do not wanna go on a walk.” Clearly he did not get what you meant. You rolled your eyes,” No genius a walk.” You put emphasis on the word as you slid a joint out of your pocket and placed it in his hand.

    And finally, he understood what you meant,” Ohhhh, yeah sure, lemme just get my sweater.” You both walked upstairs, he put on a black zip up, and you managed to snag some cologne sitting on his dresser and put it in your pocket.

    “You ready?” You watched him nod as you started to make your way down the stairs. You put on your skull shaped earmuffs, which funnily enough looked like the skulls on his sweater. Putting on your shoes, you heard your mom speak up from the dining room,” Where are you two going?”

    You shrugged,” We’re gonna play in the snow, maybe even build a snowman.” Susan spoke up,” Okay you two, have fun but don’t be out too late, Manny wants to watch Elf with everyone.” Rodrick grumbled,” Mannys a baby. I doubt he would even know if everyone was there.” 

    You laughed at his comment and made your way out the door. You shivered as you made your way down the steps. You and Rodrick walked side-by-side for a bit, and once you were sure you were out of view, you pulled out your joint and lighter.

    You watched as the lighter flame licked at the paper and soon smoke started to rise, taking two puffs you passed it to Rodrick as you continued to walk. Soon enough, you almost walked around the whole block and the joint was finished. You were definitely feeling it, and you knew Rodrick was too.

    You heard him stop suddenly, and you turned to face him. You noticed a familiar mischievous glint in his eye and you smirked. He crouched down, digging his hands into the snow and formed a snowball. For a split second, you were worried he was going to throw it at you. But swiftly, he turned to the house and chucked it at it.

    THUD

    You chuckled as the snow splattered against the unoffending window, deciding you wanted to partake in this you reached for the snow. You thanked your intoxicated state that allowed you to not feel the stinging cold from the snow, and you threw your newly formed snowball at the house.

    Rodrick threw one shortly after, and you both froze as the porch light turned on. Snickering you both ran up the street, stopping at a far enough distance to be able to see your guys' innocent victim. Your heart sank as you saw the familiar form of Eduardo Malone, the infamous gym coach of Westmore middle.

    Your head snapped over to Rodrick, his equally worried gaze meeting yours. You hoped he didn’t see you. “HEY! WHO’S OUT THERE?!” His yells echoed down the street, and you turned to look at Rodrick once more.

    But this time, not out of worry, but amusement as your high state caused his yells to be laughable. Rodrick looked back at you, and his cheeks were puffy in attempts to hold back his own laughter. The moment you two looked in each other's eyes, you knew it was over, you both burst out laughing and started sprinting up the street.

    Angry shouts followed behind, and you kept making turn after turn in hopes to avoid Mr.Malone. And thankfully like some Christmas miracle, you did. The yells slowly died out, and nothing but you and Rodrick gasping for air filled the silence, and you watched as the cold made your breath foggy.

    Suddenly, your brain seemed to process the events that happened and you couldn’t help but laugh once more. Rodrick’s laughs soon joined yours, and raucous laughter filled the air. And suddenly, an idea entered your mind. Rodrick, too immersed in his laughter, didn't notice you slowly lower to the ground, pick up a handful of snow and-!

    You looked as the snow hit his face, replacing his laughter with a dumbfounded look which soon morphed into a mischievous smirk as he began to gather snow. You quickly ran to try and get out of his range, but your reaction time was a second too slow and your back was suddenly cold as you felt the impact of snow.

    Forming a snowball it was now Rodrick’s turn to run as you chased after him, pulling your arm back, you aimed and-! You groaned as the piece of snow whizzed past Rodrick and into the concrete. He laughed at your failed attempt, but it only motivated you to run faster.

    Surprisingly, you caught up with him, and for some reason, you thought it would be smart to grab the hood of his zip-up. You quickly realized your mistake as Rodrick started to teeter, the unexpected force of your hand causing him to become unbalanced.

    And swiftly, you both came tumbling to the ground, luckily, Rodrick managed to fall into someone’s lawn and the pillowy snow broke his fall. Thankfully you had Rodrick to break yours, you were too worried to care about the position you managed to land in, “Shit! Rodrick I’m so fucking sorry-are you okay-” 

    You cut yourself off once you noticed the uncharacteristically soft look Rodrick was giving you. Then, you took in the rest of his features, his lashes had little flurries of snow on the end, similar to his messy hair having similar white tufts near the ends. Quickly, you glanced at his rosy lips, a similar color embellished the rest of his face, and you didn’t know if it was from the cold or the situation you both found yourselves in.

    Gaze snapping back to his eyes, you silently hoped he didn’t catch you very obviously checking him out. However, like the air was stolen from you, you were breathless as you noticed Rodrick not-so-sublty eyeing you as well. 

    You gulped as his eyes followed the same pattern as yours did when looking at him, first your eyes, then your lips, then– Your heart skipped a beat as his eyes locked with yours. You were practically drowning in him as you saw his gaze beheld longing.

    And for a split second, your mind opened up to the possibility that maybe he was yearning for the same thing as you. The split second allowed your inebriated brain to move too quickly for you to stop yourself.

    Impulsively, you smashed your lips onto his, your movements uncoordinated and unsure. Yet, you felt Rodrick push his hands into the ground, attempting to move impossibly closer to you as he deepened the kiss. 

    Your hands trailed down to rest on his shoulders, and slowly they ruffled through his hair, for as messy as it looks, it was surprisingly soft. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer into him when you accidentally tugged his hair lightly. 

    Before you could get too immersed in your activities, you noticed the cold started to sink into your skin once more and you snapped back to the present. Pulling back, you both stayed still, light pants filled the air as you both caught your breath.

    Reluctantly you got up and dusted the snow off your clothes, Rodrick following soon after. A particularly strong gust of wind blew by, causing you to shiver. Rodrick cleared his throat, causing you to look at him, wordlessly he unzipped his zip-up and lightly threw it at you.

    You smiled and gratefully and put it on, “ Rodrick won’t you be cold? It’s fucking freezing!” He shook his head,” Nah, I’m like too warm 90% of the time.” You shrugged, glad that you were warm but also glad at the fact that him taking his zip-up off allowed you to be able to see his cute sweater again and it caused you to grin. 

    He groaned once he noticed you looking at his sweater,” Don’t pay attention to this stupid sweater my mom practically forced me to wear it, saying that I should ‘have some Christmas spirit’-” You cut off his embarrassed rant with a simple compliment, the events from earlier giving you the confidence to do so,” Your sweaters cute, you look cute in it.” 

    He paused, mouth left slightly agape like he was processing the compliment,” Pssh, yeah whatever.” He quickly turned away from you, and you smirked at the realization that it was probably because he was blushing,” You don’t have to hide from me, Heffley.” You spoke teasingly.

    You opened your arms wide, throwing them around him and trapping him in a hug, chuckling as he kept trying to hide his face from you. You smiled as his arms wormed out of your hold, and one went around your shoulder, pulling you closer against him as you both began to make your way back to the Heffley household.

#DOAWK #Diary of a Wimpy Kid #doawk rodrick #rodrick rules #rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley fanfic #rodrick fanfic #rodrick fic #rodrick x reader #rodrick x you #i literally love rodrick #merry christmas #christmas special #christmas chapter

[rinqueen6]

New Era Unlocked (lover 2.0) | Taylor Swift x Rodrick Heffley

a/n: this is one of the four fanfictions written by yours truly and @oflethe during my community day stream (on June 5th, 2023, using the game frantic fanfic)

summary: taylor swift and rodrick heffley enemies to lovers

warnings: no editing in sight; mentions of matty healy

(each time there is a “---” there is a switched writer; it starts with me)

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The Eras tour had just begun.

Fans crowded the stadiums, waiting in lines to see their favorite pop girly sensation, T Swiftie.

Who was also waiting among the fans? Rodrick Heffley. But not for any old reason. No, Rodrick wasn't a FAN of Taylor Swift. He was an ANTI fan. Only there to shake his head judgmentally, and definitely not nod along to Shake It Off. He was NOT a fan of Taylor Swift. Not at all.

Then why, you ask, did he find himself sneaking in the back doors of the theater? Why did he roam the halls in search of Taylor herself? He didn't want to meet her. No, he really didn't.

"Excuse me?" A voice asked from h -------------------- -behind. Rodrick was, to say the least, shocked to see Brit Matty Healy himself.

"What do you want, weather boy?" he asked, crossing his arms. Rodrick did not like other rockstars, or British people, especially those who were called Matt.

"Oh, that's Rodrick from Loded Diper! Don't bother him Healy!" another voice exclaimed.

Taylor. She descended the stage stairs in her Midnights outfit, garter and all. -------------------- At the sight of Ms. Swift in all her glory, Rodrick's body seized up. He froze. He ACTUALLY froze.

"Hey, Rodrick." Her voice was like the angels themselves descended upon the stadium halls. The security guard nearby fainted, overtaken by her beauty. She was what a mirage wished it could be.

Rodrick didn't hate her. He didn't HATE her. He was supposed to hate her - he was an opposing band, a struggling rockstar himself. And Taylor was...Taylor.

"Get out here ya bum chip chip cheerio," Matty said.

Right. And she was dating MATTY.

"Matty more like Ratty. Heh heh." Rodrick's shoulders fell. His insults were not up to par. Maybe it was because Taylor was looking at him with those icy blue eyes, and he was entranced. Enchanted, if you will.

"You know what, Matty? You are a ratty." Taylor's confession made Rodrick nearly pass out from shock. "And I think I'd like a new drummer for the tour. You up for it, Rodrick?"

For once in Rodrick's life, he felt liek he could fly. He couldn't, but he felt like it.

"Yes. Yeah, I'm down."

Rodrick pushed Matty down a flight of stairs and hooked his arm in Taylor's, his drumsticks hanging from his hands. Taylor grabbed it in hers. mwah

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[lexiswriter]

i feel like the most unrealistic thing about diary of a wimpy kid is how nobody had a fat crush on rodrick.

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[turvi]

Yo what about just sittin on Rodrick’s lap as he discusses stuff with the band

Thanks for the request

Rodrick munched on the snacks that he stole borrowed from Greg's secret stash that he shared with his friends as they lounged on the living room couch, Evanescence playing on his tv.

His friend Adam mumbled. "Rodrick, will we get famous like that?" Rodrick looked up at the tv as he finally got time free from munching snacks.

"Adam, I can see it. In 10 years, people will fly from all over the world just to see us perform. We will do actual world tours." His friends looked at him, smiling as he continued.

Rodrick stood on his couch. "We will tour South America, Europe, and Asia." His friends cheered, but a particular cheer caught his attention. He turned around to see his girl Y/n clapping for him. He leapt over the couch, picked her up without effort, and twirled her around. "And you, my sweet girl, will manage our band."

Y/n put her hand on her chest. "It will be an honour, rockstar."

Rodrick couldn't help but blush. He loved it when Y/n would take pride in his music and would talk about it with her friends. He thanked his lucky stars that he found her.

"You got real quiet there. What are you thinking?" Y/n whispered as she fixed his hair.

"I am so lucky that you love me. You have always supported me, always been so kind to me. Although you can get annoying when I don't shower." He cupped her face, dodging her fingers as she tried to tickle him.

"Come on, sit with me, doll. Watch as history happens." Rodrick tugged her to where he was sitting with his friends. They all greeted her with a smile and went back to suggesting titles for their songs. He smirked when she sat on his lap, pecking her cheek as he started discussing song titles with his friends.

................................................................................

Y/n suddenly woke up and realised it had got dark outside. She looked around and realised she was still sitting on Rodrick's lap. She looked up and smiled as her heart was filled with love as she saw him sleeping peacefully.

She started to get up, but Rodrick's grip on her waist tightened. Y/n pinched his nose as a smirk spread on his lips. Why didn't you wake me up?"

"Greg is at Rowley's home, and Mom and Dad have taken Manny to Grandma's home. It's just you and me at home right now," he smirked as he wrapped her arms around her waist.

"What are you planning?" Y/n asked as the back of her finger brushed his cheek.

"Just stay with me. We don't have to do anything. I just want to hold you." His chocolate-brown eyes looked at her, pleading for her to stay.

Y/n nodded. "Ok. I'll stay, and you can rant about Greg all you want."

She felt like she fell more in love with him as his face lightened up and he held her closer to him. Y/n heard him taking a deep breath as she laid her head on his chest.

She looked up at him. "Is something bothering you?"

Rodrick's eyes widened. It always took him by surprise how she always took him by surprise how she would know how he really felt. He sighed, trying to find the correct words to say.

"I made pretty big promises in front of my friends. But what if we don't fulfil those promises."

Y/n realised he was getting insecure. "Now, it's not just your dream to do a world tour, Rodrick. It's your goal. It's one of your biggest goals. Take one step at a time. Do your shows locally, get a professional manager, and keep working on your music...there are so many things to do, Rodrick, and you have just started. So please don't give up." she kissed him as she held his hand, letting him know she was there for him.

Rodrick broke the kiss. He needed to see her, to take her beauty in. "I don't deserve you." He breathlessly mumbled against her lips before kissing her again. "I love you so much." he peppered kisses all over her face. He had to let her know how much he loved her.

"And I love you too, rockstar." Y/n kissed him back as a promise to be with him through thick and thin.

A/N: I know I am late sorry. I got busy anyways I hope you like it. REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED.

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[takenbypeter]

Rodrick x reader

Y/n is secretly working at a maid cafe and Rodrick found out about it

Not So Secret Occupation

Rodrick x reader

Words: 1154

“As soon as you’re clocked in you have table two.”

You nodded as you finished putting on your uniform. ‘Ah this is the life’, you thought, ‘a paradise life filled with school, work and barely enough time to myself.’

If it were up to you, you’d much rather just stay home. But you made a deal with your parents to get a job this year and you agreed as long as it was a job you liked. That’s when you found this job.

The job you found is just like any other server job. It’s a job filled with delicious foods, nice people, also with the occasional rude customer here and there. The only difference was…the uniform.

While most of the other jobs similar to these require simple uniforms, yours was much more…unique. Yours consisted of lace, skirts, and aprons, it’s what one might call a maid outfit. Why? Well because you worked at a maid cafe.

You loved the job, it was fairly easy. And although initially embarrassed by the thought of someone seeing you, you realized no one you knew had the balls to come in.

Until today.

It was like any other day and you just clocked in.

As you finished tying your apron and putting on the required little headband you got your notepad and head towards your assigned table and that’s when you saw them. A small group consisting of four boys.

Three of whom you didn’t know but have seen before and then there was the fourth. The fourth was Rodrick.

Now you weren’t close with Rodrick. You had been in the same grade as him only since forever but never once talked directly to each other. And after giving the group the menu and successfully taking their order without a question from the male, you thought you were safe.

And you were. You went back multiple times and not once did he say anything. You were practically in the clear.

“Alright here is your copy of the receipt and you’re all set. Thank you!”

You placed the check down on the table and as you were leaning up to make your exit, you made direct eye contact with Rodrick and that’s when you saw his eyes widen.

As a horrified look grew on your face, he pointed a finger at you accusingly.

“Wait I know—“

In one swift moment you masked your expression and grinned back at the group, “thanks so much for joining us. Please come again!” You said the little closing line before taking off to the nearest bathroom you could find.

“Oh God,” you muttered as you held a hand up to your mouth, you stayed frozen in the bathroom for about a minute before you began pacing back and forth. You couldn’t believe it, out of all the times you two passed in the hallway, on the bus, anywhere really, not a single glance was shared between you two but now…the moment you’re working at a maid cafe he decides to actually notice you.

After about three minutes of being locked in the bathroom you realized you had a job to do. You couldn’t just stay there forever, plus who cared if someone you knew found out, not you. You gave your head a single powerful shake bringing yourself back down to earth.

After slapping your cheeks with your hands you told yourself, ‘who cares?’ And with that you held you head high and opened the door. You took three steps before you noticed him standing by the door but you walked right by.

Of course that didn’t do anything because he easily followed you, “what are you doing here?” He asked, while you got out a rag to wipe down the table he was at.

“Working.”

“Why? Do you owe someone money? Did you break something and have to pay it off?”

“Nope,” you said focusing your attention on a single spot on the table, “is that a problem?”

“No it’s actually…kinda hot.”

You rolled your eyes at his comment. “Okay thanks, goodbye now, I have to get back to work.”

And with that he left you alone. Oh how you were dreading to see Rodrick when you went back to school. But he walked right by you and surprisingly you didn’t hear or see other people talking about the whole situation.

Despite school being normal as always, work was not. For the next two weeks Rodrick appeared at your work at least two days out of the four that you worked.

Granted he always seemed to make the job interesting, but it was still weird seeing him there. Having him there just made you irritated and it felt like he was just there to rule you up so one day you just had enough.

You just clocked in when one of your coworkers popped up beside you. “Your buddy’s here again

“He’s not my buddy,” you said, with a roll of your eyes.

“Yeah okay, we’ll he’s over at his usual table.”

“Alright. That’s it!” With a single tug on your outfit you marched up to him. He seems caught off guard by your upset expression but that doesn’t stop you from telling him how you feel, “why do you keep coming back here!?” Do you come here to make fun of me? To get proof for your friends?”

“No I-“

“What do you want from me Rodrick!?”

You may have been a little over dramatic considering he was blinking up at you wide eyed as he does, with a dumbfounded expression while his lips pursed together.

“I want to ask you out, okay?” He looked around a little embarrassed.

Those words hit you out of left field as you breathed out an air.

“Right, to ridicule me?”

“What? No. Why do you keep thinking that?”

You frown at his words that you really don’t believe.

“Look, this place is pretty cool and to be working here is pretty cool. It made me curious about you know, what other cool things about you I don’t know. Plus you’re hella attractive, so let’s go out.”

You pushed your lips together, you could do without the last part.

“If I agree, will you promise not to come back here?”

His eyebrows raise for a moment before you make him hurry up, “take it or leave it.”

“I’ll take it!”

And with that he grabs his back and runs towards the door. Hand on the handle he spins around, “wait we don’t have each others number.”

Practically ripping open his bag he rips a piece of paper out and takes a pen that was on the front desk before writing down some digits on it. Handing the small piece of paper to you he grins, “it’s a date! Text me!” And takes off again.

For now you’re just happy you got him out of there, but at the same time you’re confused.

“A date?”

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[crljhnn]

Sleepy kisses

Pairing: Rodrick Heffley x gender-neutral Reader

Summary: You like giving your sleeping boyfriend kisses on the cheek. Your boyfriend likes receiving kisses on the cheek. But then Rodrick gets greedy.

No physical description; No use of y/n

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: A bit of conflict but no intense angst

[Posted on AO3 as well]

In your opinion, your boyfriend is just the cutest when he is asleep.

There probably aren't a lot of people that would agree with you on that one. However, in your eyes, his slight drooling and open-mouth snores are just adorable.

Maybe this impression could be explained by the fact, that you both were still in the very early stages of your relationship. Having just made things official a few weeks ago.

That's why you couldn't resist giving Rodrick a small kiss on the cheek or the forehead whenever you found him asleep. Which, now that you think about it, has happened a lot more often in the last few weeks than it used to.

Rodrick was taking a nap after school when he made a great, revolutionary discovery.

You two had plans to hang out that day, so after your extracurriculars were done, you went straight over to the Heffleys' house. A difference you noticed that day, was that you weren't greeted at the door by your boyfriend like usual, but by his mother. After exchanging a few quick pleasantries with Susan you made your way up to his room.

Hearing someone come up the stairs Rodrick woke up. Assuming it was his mom he decided to act like he was still asleep, to avoid whatever chore she came up to assign him. So when he felt the bed dip beside him, created by you sitting down, he was surprised to hear your voice, instead of Susans, greeting him.

He was about to 'wake up‘ when he felt you gently placing a small kiss on his forehead, accompanied by a short gush about how cute he was.

And just like that Rodrick was hooked.

Everyone else calling him cute would have probably set him off, but when it came to you, every tiny compliment made butterflies burst in his stomach. You probably weren't even capable of offending him, even if you tried to.

After throughout research (aka fake sleeping a lot in your company) he came to the conclusion, that you just seemed to like to give him small kisses whenever he was dozing off.

Little did he know, that you were just as willing to give him those when he was awake. All he had to do was ask.

However, Rodrick being the dumb, lovesick puppy he was, decided that the most logical way to make use of this new information was to 'sleep‘ every time you entered a room. That way he would get the most kisses possible.

You on the contrary started to get worried. There seemed to be something wrong with your boyfriend lately. He was sleeping a lot more than usual, and that said something if you are talking about a lazy teenage boy, who even before took at least one nap a day.

Maybe it was a medical issue that caused him to get tired all the time. You hardly ever saw him not asleep. Was he not sleeping at night? Did he struggle with night terrors? Is there a way you can help?

When you first noticed his new sleeping habit, his naps were still limited to the first few minutes after you reached his house. The routine usually went something like that: When you arrived he would be asleep, you would gush a bit about him a little and give him a quick smooch. Then he would wake up about 10 minutes later.

But then it really started to pick up.

You would only leave the room for a short amount of time, for example, to use the bathroom or to get some water. Before, Rodrick always used to do things like getting you something to drink, for you. He was constantly jumping at every opportunity to do something nice. But all of a sudden he stopped. Now, after doing the small task yourself, you would return to find your boyfriend asleep.

And then he started to fall asleep with you right next to him. He would put on a movie or some music, then lay down on his bed or couch, and just minutes later he'd be out.

Another realization you have come to is that you didn't get to hear his soft snores anymore, which you used to adore so much. But that was likely because he didn't reach a deeper sleeping phase, right? That must be the reason, right?

Wrong.

One day you were coming over unannounced and that was when you saw it. While climbing up the stairs to Rodricks room you already called out a greeting, alarming your boyfriend of your presence. Like always, he threw himself straight onto his bed, closing his eyes.

What he hadn't realized, was that you were already able to see him from the position you were at.

And at that moment the self-doubt started. Did he not enjoy being around you? Was this his way of getting out of talking to you? Was he going to break things off?

Your thoughts kept spiraling, convincing you of the most horrible things imaginable. You felt hurt and tears were building up in your eyes embarrassingly fast. You had to sit down.

In the end, you came to the conclusion, that he never actually liked you and probably was making fun of you with his friends all along. Or he fell in love with someone new. Or he just decided one day that you were revolting. That must be it.

While you were drowning in self-doubt, Rodrick was getting impatient. Where was his kiss? Well, he knew he was probably pushing the limits a bit, but come on, that was no excuse for you to deprive him of his precious kisses.

Sneakingly opening one eye, he looked over at you, covering up his movements with a blatant fake yawn, trying to figure out what you were waiting for. What he wasn't anticipating, was to find you looking rather distraught, like you just saw a ghost and were about to start bawling at any moment.

Hastily he scrambles up and reaches for you.

"Baby, what's wrong? Oh my god don't cry, please don't cry." He was panicking. Rodrick had no idea how to comfort you. Now awkwardly petting your head. He was not prepared for this. Should he get his mom? She would surely know what to do. He didn't know how to console someone.

During his inner monologue, you were pulling away from him. "Why don't you like me anymore?" You sounded pathetic but were too upset to care about it right now.

Were you overreacting? Probably. But you're allowed to. Rodrick was your first everything. Your first real crush, your first real boyfriend, the first person you held hands with romantically, and your first kiss. You didn't know how to handle a situation like this, making everything quite overwhelming.

"What?" how the hell did you come up with that? He liked you, liked liked you. "Why would I be with you if I didn't like you? Who put this nonsense in your head? Was it Greg? I swear-"

"It was you! You don't like me anymore. What does your brother have to do with that?"

"Me?" What had he done to give you that impression, 'Come on Rodrick, think'.

"Yeah," sniffle "You don't want to spend time with me. And to think I was concerned for you! I was researching all the possible reasons for you to be so tired all the time. All while you were faking the whole time, solely to get out of hanging out with me! Why didn't you just say it outright? You coward!"

"That's not true!" Rodrick was nervous. How was he supposed to explain the real reason behind it all without making a fool out of himself? "We always still hung out after I woke up, so your theory doesn't even make sense. And I was always actually asleep!"

"That's not true. I literally just saw you throw yourself onto your bed the second you heard my voice."

"I was sleepwalking."

"Rodrick!"

"I wanted to scare you?" He was grasping at straws.

"Oh okay, that explains it all, sorry for the misunderstanding."

"Really? Great. So I was thinking we could- hey what are you doing?" Rodrick stopped in the middle of his sentence when he saw you standing up and crossing his room.

"I'm leaving. I can't force you to tell me the truth, but I also won't be sitting here playing 'happy relationship' with you."

You pulling away was the last thing Rodrick wanted, so he had no other option than, to tell the truth.

"No wait, I'm gonna explain. But it's embarrassing."

You cross your arms, still standing at the top of the stairs, ready to leave but again willing to hear him out.

He had no idea how to start.

„I just- how do I say this, look, you were right, I was fake sleeping.“

Honesty it is.

„Oh wow, I would have never been able to come up with this.“ You were indeed able to come up with this.

„But it was an accident, I swear!“

"Rodrick," You looked exhausted. "How the fuck do you fake sleep on accident?"

"It was an accident! At least the first time."

That doesn't explain much to you. The whole situation was still weird and confusing.

"So you just decided to make it a habit? And why were you fake sleeping in the first place?"

"The first time I had just woken up because I heard someone coming up the stairs. And because I was still in a daze from just taking a nap, I forgot our plans or that you were coming over. At least for a second. So when I heard footsteps I assumed it were my mom's and she was coming to bug me. So to avoid that, I acted like I was still asleep. Then I realized it was you, but before I could say something, you-"

"I?"

"You kissed me. And then I thought if you saw me sleeping again, you would also kiss me again, and you did. So I just continued acting asleep around you." Saying it out loud made him feel kind of ridiculous.

"Crazy suggestion, we are literally in a relationship, why didn't you just, I don't know, ask for a kiss?"

"Just ask?" he didn't believe that to be an option.

"Yeah. Like, 'Hey can I have a kiss?'."

"And then you would have kissed me?" It couldn't be that easy.

"Yeah? And you could also have had real kisses, rather than only ones on the cheek or forehead." Why was this so hard for him to grasp?

"Wow." He was still a mixture of skeptical and mindblown.

"So can we agree that from now on you just ask if you want something from me, instead of making me think you have some disease or lost interest in me?"

He nodded, still having a dazed, stupid look on his face.

"Thank you. And sorry getting so worked up over that."

But Rodrick was hardly listening to you, still stuck on the fact that he could just ask you for a kiss. He was pining over you for way too long, so now he had to sometimes remind himself that you were dating now. He had to try it out to believe it.

"Can I have a kiss?"

"Of course."

You lean over to give Rodrick a quick but sweet kiss.

"It worked, you kissed me."

Your boyfriend is an idiot. A cute idiot though.

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[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 <33

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

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