#rodrick x hyperfeminine reader

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makey makeover - rodrick x hyperfeminine reader

wc: 1.5k

pairing: rodrick x gn hyperfeminine!reader

warnings: rodrick isn't used to being taken care of but only briefly mentioned at the end, rodrick does not know what hyaluronic acid is

summary: rodrick can never say no to you, but if it means having you straddle his lap while you use all your skincare products on him and listen to music together, he wouldn't want to say no anyway.

song recs: makey makeover - crazy ex girlfriend cast, jesus of suburbia - green day, perfect day - hoku

a/n: I started writing a kids book yesterday?? like I finished the first chapter and outline in one sitting???? it wasn't at all planned but when the muse strikes yk. Anyway I don't think it will take me as long to write so if you wanna read a chapter book about magic and girlhood and unicorns and other mythical creatures with bella sara vibes that's probs gonna be ready reasonably soon lol

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Rodrick likes to think he's a pretty tough guy. Between being born and raised on the rebellious messages of pop punk music, and the nonconforming ideologies of emo and other alt subcultures, Rodrick knows in his bones that he'll never let the man break his spirit. He'll never bow down to someone just because they want him to do something. He's had countless opportunities to stand by these beliefs at school and at home, and he has never - not once - come close to doing anything for someone simply because they want him to. Rodrick has been confident in his ability to never give into other people’s orders, no matter how much they demand of him. 

Until now.

“Pretty please, Roddy…?” You pout your glossy lips at him, blinking up at him and batting your doll like eyelashes, and that’s all it takes to make him fold.

“...I guess, if you really-” He’s cut off by an excited squeal from you, and he’s glad that you’re too distracted to notice him blush. Rodrick has never felt his willpower give in so fast, but as he watches you rush around your room and smile, delighted that he’d agreed, he realizes that he’d do pretty much anything you tell him too. Ben and Chris would call him a pussywhipped simp, but… no, that’s pretty much it. He chuckles a little at the thought, watching the pile of stuff grow. He recognizes nail polish and tweezers, but that’s about it.

“Thank you thank you thank you!” You say, rambling happily as you settle down on your bed across from him. “I’ve been wanting to do self care stuff but I’ve done so many everything showers and self care nights there’s nothing left for me to do on myself. But you…”

You take his face in your manicured hands, moving him around to inspect more closely.

“You are in serious need of a facial.”

Rodrick doesn’t really process what you’re saying, he just loves when you touch his face like that. 

“...Uh, yeah totally.” He mutters absentmindedly, distracted by your sweet smell. After a moment, he processes what you said, and chuckles, leaning back into your silky pink pillows. “Babe, you can do anything to me, anywhere, anytime.” 

You giggle, feeling your face flush a little as you get all your stuff organized. Rodrick runs his hands up and down your waist, fidgeting with your soft fluffy pajama shorts and big loded diper shirt you wear all the time. He sees the little burn marks and worn out hems and realizes it’s the one you stole from him. He smiles softly, loving the way you look in it even more now. His attention is pulled back to you when you push something over his face, brushing his hair back. You adjust the fluffy cat ears on the headband, making sure you have access to his whole face. Rodrick giggles a little, knowing he must look a little out of place wearing a pierce the veil shirt and fluffy kitty cat headband. 

“I don’t think my forehead has been this exposed since like, 4th grade…” he chuckles.

“That’s good, you’ll have less sun damage that way.” You smile, putting some micellar water on a cotton pad. It’s a little cold to the touch, but after a moment, the feeling of you gently wiping over his face and neck ends up being way more relaxing than he had expected it to. You throw it away, and he hears it land in your trash can with a crinkle. 

“I’m gonna mist your face now, okay?” You say, and he nods. You spray rose water on his face, and Rodrick can’t get over how considerate you are to give him a heads up like that. Rodrick smiles a little as he adjusts to the subtle floral smelling facial spray he’s used to smelling on you. He basks in the quietness of your room, opening his eyes as he watches you sitting on his stomach and looking for the next product. You hesitate for a moment. You feel like something’s missing, but you can’t put your finger on it.

“Oh,” you say, reaching for your phone as you remember. You open up Spotify, and put your favorite playlist on shuffle - the one you and Roddy share. It’s full of both your favorite songs, mostly boiling down to early 2000’s pop punk and trashy pop. It’s chaotic but really does suit you both perfectly.  Rodrick smiles suddenly as he instantly recognizes the opening notes of Jesus of Suburbia begin to play. You take out your favorite serum, jasmine and blackberry hydrating jelly, and place a few drops around his face. 

“What’s that one?” Rodrick asks, picking up another bottle. 

“Hyaluronic acid.”

Rodrick looks at the little dropper bottle.

“Does it, like, melt the flesh right off your bones?” 

“No…?” You chuckle, massaging his cheekbones and jawline with your fingertips.

“Then why is it called hydroponic acid?” He asks rhetorically, “Acid is supposed to melt shit.”

You laugh again, and he makes a mental note to sample your laughter for a song at some point in the future. He doesn’t know which one yet, but he knows it will be his best one yet. 

You rub some cooling aloe vera gel into his skin, then take out your rose quartz gua sha stone. You tap your fingertips against his chest, and he looks at you with an amused smile.

“What does that do?”

He watches you work, eyes locked on you. He can’t remember the last time he felt this relaxed and peaceful. 

“I’m prepping your lymphatic drainage system.” 

That clarified absolutely nothing for Rodrick, but he trusts you implicitly. You’re so good at so many things, but Christ, you could write a book on all that girly beauty stuff. It’s way more hardcore than people think it is. You know about all these acids and drainage systems and the pink rock thing, and even though he’s impressed, he’s not at all surprised by how good you are at all this stuff.

You begin gently gliding your gua sha over Roddy’s skin, working from his forehead down to his neck and jawline. He stops talking as you work, and it’s like you melt all of the stress out of his body through his face. He could fall asleep with you touching him so gently like this. After a while you rub some more cream into his face, then place something under his eyes that feels like thinly sliced jello.

“What the fuck?” He asks, bringing another laugh out of you. He watches you take two more of the weird jelly things and put them under your own eyes.

“They’re under eye masks.” You answer with a chuckle. “They hydrate your skin, depuff, and get rid of dark circles.”

“Huh…” he hums in response, playing with the patches as they sit on his face. 

Once you’ve used half your arsenal of skincare products on him, you peel off his sheet mask and let him sit up. You hand him a mirror, and as he sits up and stretches a little, kind of wishing you had more to do, he feels like he just woke up from the best sleep of his life. 

“So? What do you think?” You ask excitedly. He can’t help but crack a smile at how cute you are. Rodrick takes the mirror you offer him. When he sees his reflection, he almost doesn’t recognize himself. 

“Oh my god…” he says with a soft smile. He’s glowing. He doesn’t think he’s ever looked this soft and moisturized and… cared for before. He doesn’t even have any crusty eyeliner from yesterday smudged around his eyes. He can never get it off all the way, but one wave of your magic wand, and it’s gone. He laughs again, touching his cheek. He looks up at you in surprise.

“My face is so smooth…” “I know!” You exclaim in delight. “So, do you like facials after all?”

You have a feeling you already know the answer, but Rodrick looks up at you anyway.

“Yeah,” he states, pulling you in for a kiss, his lips soft and exfoliated, topped with your favorite strawberry lip balm. You think Rodrick is right, it does taste better in a kiss. After he pulls away, it takes him a minute for his brain to stop short circuiting. 

“So… uh, are we doing this again next weekend?” 

You laugh at his hopeful tone of voice, how he raises his eyebrows a little. 

“Yeah.” You nod, taking him in for another kiss. You take his hands in yours, looking at the stick and poke tattoo he got of the heart you drew on his hand in chemistry class, his little calluses from drumming. “Next week I can do something about your cuticles.”

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Masterlist & request conditions

Requests are currently open :^)

Request conditions

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Short fics and hcs

Asking me to write for a hyperfeminine reader would be like asking a fish to ride a bike (I do not have the facilities for that)

I'll probably get to you faster if you request literally anyone other than Rodrick, just bc i get a LOT of Rodrick requests so I'm more excited to write for someone new (I'll still get round to u tho)

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Rodrick heffley (doawk)

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Adam (being charlie)

Mike (sacrifice)

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Freddy Klein (small time)

Adam Faulkner-Stanheight (Saw, 2004)

Specs (insidious)

Matt (dying breed)

Gavin (the mule)

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World's best venn diagram

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Cuddly Rodrick

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Dating hcs 1

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Character hcs 1

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Cooking hcs

Birthday hcs

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Blind date

Getting serious

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Dean Taylor

Come to bed

I'm sorry

Don't go

Nightmare

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Adam Faulkner-Stanheight

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Adam gets a good ending because I said so

Warm

Bus stop (m!reader) (f!reader)

Bus stop pt 2 (m!reader) (f!reader)

Bus stop pt 3 (m!reader) (f!reader)

Bus stop pt 4 (m!reader) (f!reader)

Bus stop pt 5 (m!reader) (f!reader)

Bus stop pt 6 (m!reader) (f!reader)

Bus stop pt 7 (m!reader) (f!reader)

Dad bod hcs

Hot head (m!reader) (f!reader)

Art teacher

Specs

Specs xf!reader

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Drunk (m!reader) (f!reader)

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as a punk teenage dog, you're welcome.

links, not in order and I didn't check them twice but I think there's one or two that aren't in here... oh well!!

#rq are open!

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rodrick x hyperfeminine hcs pt 3: changes: the big prom: the sex romp: the season finale

wc: 2.2k

genre: angst and fluff, teenage dream

pairing: rodrick x hyperfeminine!reader

warnings: roddy has low self esteem, madison and heather are not good friends prom trope, happy ending

summary: you and rodrick are both planning on ditching prom because if you can't go with each other, you don't want to go at all. fate has other plans, and rodrick thinks maybe prom isn't that overrated after all.

song recs: teenage dirtbag - wheatus, wasting love - iron maiden

a/n: LAST PART IN THE RODDY X HYPERFEM ARC!!! send me roddy asks bc this boy deserves more love. also if you get the clone high reference in the title I love you

(optionally) the iconic dress

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You’ve spent the last few weeks throwing yourself into the project of planning Heather and Madison’s prom outfits 

And hair

And makeup

And accessories

But that all comes with the territory of getting ready for prom

Once you decided to put them in soft pastels and flowy floaty ball gown dresses, word got out pretty quickly that that was the look for prom season in plainview

Everyone was getting the poofiest, softest dresses they could get their hands on

Soon selkie dresses and all their knock offs were sold out everywhere

Even white and pastel suits and tuxedos were selling like hotcakes 

Heather and Madison keep asking about your dress, but you don’t have the heart to tell them you don’t have one yet

Because you don’t plan on going

If you can’t go with Rodrick you don’t want to go at all

You don’t want Heather and Madison to be disappointed, so you haven’t told them that your real plans for prom night are to stay at home in your cozy pink pajamas and watch romantic comedies while you throw chocolates at the screen like a heartbroken Elle Woods

Rodrick has similar plans to blow off prom night

With less romcoms and pedicures, but he still has no intention of going

He managed to score Iron Maiden tickets for the friday after prom for him and the guys

Even though Ward is probably going to flake on them so he can spend the weekend with his girlfriend

Her parents are out of town then, so none of them can blame him

Rodrick’s been going out of his way to throw out every flier and leaflet about prom that gets sent to their house before his mom can see it

And it’s been going fine 

Until Greg decides to be a little asshole and get revenge for a harmless prank Rodrick pulled on him

Sure, Greg’s skin was stained blue for the rest of the week

But still

That doesn’t warrant showing their mom all the prom flyers and convincing her that Rodrick can’t possibly miss out on this developmental milestone 

Rodrick was desperate not to go

And he almost got away with it

But before he knows it, it’s prom night and his mom barges into his room with the flier insisting he goes

Rodrick tries everything he can think of to change her mind

“Mom, I don’t have anything to wear.”

She digs through his closet and holds up the only clean shirt and tie in his closet, giving him a look in response

“I don’t have a ride.”

“You can take your van.”

“I don’t have a date!”

That one gets him a 10 minute lecture about building character and planning ahead

“And I’m sure if you ask nicely there will be some girl who will dance with you. To real music, not that… screaming and thrashing and noise you’re always playing.” Susan says, pausing the spotify playlist he’d been blasting

Rodrick rolls his eyes at how out of touch she is

Everyone at school thinks he’s some loser punk

And now he’s going to show up late to prom with no date??

He’s glad prom is only for seniors, because he would never be able to live this down otherwise

Maybe it won’t be too bad

He can just sit in the parking lot and blast Green Day until it’s time to leave

“And don’t you think you can just go somewhere else, or hide in your van. You know my friend Linda?”

Susan doesn’t wait for Rodrick to answer

“Well, she’s a chaperone, and she’ll tell me if you’re not there. Okay? This is for your own good, Rodrick.” 

Fuck

Well, that idea’s out

“Fine, I’ll go…” Rodrick agrees, reluctantly giving in

Susan is delighted

She starts to leave so he can get changed, but he stops her before she can

“Can I borrow your eyeliner?”

A little while later, he’s sitting in his van in the school parking lot

He was already wearing black converse and ripped black jeans, so he just had to throw on the black button up and red tie his mom found

His hair was perfectly messed up from the nap he was startled awake from when his mom barged in

He shoves his headphones in his pocket, and after putting it off for as long as he can, he gets out and closes the door

Maybe it won’t be so bad

Maybe there will be some live music that’s actually decent

Ward and his girlfriend are already there, so maybe they’ll take pity on him and let him third wheel for a while so he doesn’t feel like such a total loser

He opens the doors to the gym, and is met with a hellscape of fluffy pastels and cutesy radio pop

Even the guys are in white and soft shades of blue and green and yellow

He feels like he’s going to throw up

He's in hell

This is what hell looks like

Among the hellscape of fluffy pastel tulle, Heather and Madison text you in a fit, wondering where the hell you are

You’re missing prom for god’s sake

You text them back the same thing you’ve been telling them all night

You’re running late, you’re having wardrobe malfunctions, but have fun and you’ll be there soon

When their dates leave to get them drinks, Madison sees someone sulking at a table

It’s Rodrick Heffley

She subtly takes a picture of him from across the room and texts Madison

🚨HEFFLEY ALERT🚨

He looks fucking pathetic lmao

Like how sad can u get lskjsldkfjd

Heather responds, laughing at what a loser he is

Only Madison didn’t just text Heather

She texted the group chat with Heather, her, and you

Your phone starts blowing up with more texts from Heather and Madison

You finally check their texts, assuming it’ll be more of the same

Your heart drops when you see a picture of Rodrick sitting alone at a table

“He couldn’t even get a date?? How pathetic 💀”

Your stomach sinks as you feel your heart break for Rodrick

He doesn’t deserve this

And neither do you

Rodrick should get to enjoy his prom

And you should get to have at least one chance with him

You have to see him

You have to crash prom and tell him you’ve been crazy about him since the moment you saw him

You have to ask him to dance with you

You have to try

Realizing how much you have to do in such a short amount of time, you throw yourself out of bed

You dig through your closet until you find your sweet 16 dress

It’s not at all on brand with the unofficial theme for prom, but it will have to do

You grab shoes and some matching jewelry and get dressed in a hurry

After throwing on the slinky, glittering, hot pink evening gown, you put on a pair of matching marabou heels

Your earrings and choker accent your glittering dress, and the high slit in the floor length skirt shows off your shoes perfectly

You finish pulling yourself together and rush out the door to get to prom as fast as possible

You feel like Cinderella rushing to the ball, hoping to meet prince charming

And you really feel like you have a shot at pulling this off. 

Rodrick feels like absolute shit

He didn’t think prom could feel this awful, but here he is

Alone at a table like a total loser while everyone else is dancing and having a good time

He looked around for Ward

And found him and his girlfriend hooking up under the bleachers

And in the bathroom

And in an empty classroom

So third wheeling is officially not an option anymore

He feels like everyone is laughing at him

Some of them literally are

And in a room full of poofy pastel dresses and suits, he sticks out like a sore thumb

His outfit does kind of look like Gerard Way in the music video for Helena

But that’s obviously lost on all his mainstream pop obsessed classmates

He’s in a crowded room full of everyone in his grade

And he’s never felt more alone

This is torture

He’s about to get up and leave when the doors open on the other side of the gym

Heads turn as a gasp fills the room, followed by low murmuring

The crowd parts like Moses parting the sea, and Rodrick looks over curiously

You emerge from the graveyard of pastel tulle in a gorgeous, slinky, hot pink dress that looks like Elle Woods and Marilyn Monroe combined

And you’re looking right at him

His heart starts pounding

You walk toward him as a hush falls over the room

This can’t be real

There’s no way this is real

“Hi, Rodrick.” you say softly

He’s confused as fuck and feels like he could cry 

You actually know who he is??

You know his name???

“...Hi,” he chokes out, unsure of where the hell this is going

You look up at him with your pretty sparkly eyes and he feels like dreaming

“I…” you start, and he realizes you’re looking at him the way he looks at you, the way he’s been looking at you since he first saw you

“I never got to thank you for playing at my party.” You say softly

Thank him??

You actually liked it??

Everyone is staring at you with their jaws on the floor, but neither of you notice or care right now

He manages to choke out a response that probably sounds really stupid, but you just giggle sweetly

Are you blushing??

“Would-” you start, finally deciding to swallow your nerves and bite the bullet 

You have to go for it

You’ve never liked someone as much as you like Rodrick and if you don’t try now you’ll regret it for the rest of your life

Rodrick’s heart is hammering in his chest

You look so pretty he could die

“Do you want to dance?”

The words are out before your nerves can take over

He looks at you in disbelief 

“Yeah,” he breaths, hoping that if this is a dream that it’s one he won’t wake up from for a while

You step closer to him, but you both freeze as the next song starts playing

It’s another oversaturated top 50 pop song

You grimace in unison 

Rodrick notices your mutual distaste for the overplayed song

If you really liked loded diper…

“Uh, here,” he pulls out his headphones and offers you one

“Thanks,” you say, trying to suppress the butterflies erupting inside you

It feels intimate, sharing headphones and listening to his playlists

You fight a giddy smile and pop in the headphone as he hits shuffle

A flash of fear that you’ll judge him for his music taste and this whole beautiful dream will be ruined burns through him

Your pause as the music begins to play

Rodrick’s fear vanishes as fast as it came when you look up at him with enthusiastic sincerity

“I love Iron Maiden!”

“Really?” he asks

He thought you couldn’t surprise him anymore than you have tonight, but this just keeps getting better and better

“Yeah,” you nod, smiling brightly as you place his hands on your waist

You sway softly to the beat of the song

You rest your head on Rodrick’s chest, a banger of a song playing in one ear, and Rodrick’s thudding heartbeat in the other

Neither of you are aware of the stares, of Heather freaking out behind you, of the whispers and the gossip or one of the teachers cashing in on winning a bet that Rodrick would actually dance with someone by the end of the night

Even if you did, you wouldn’t care

Rodrick holds you tight, never wanting this night to end

His heart starts pounding harder as he looks down at you, and you pull away from him enough to look up at him

He swallows, hoping this goes well

“Me and the guys are going to see Iron Maiden next friday and I have an extra ticket, would you want to-”

You’re already nodding

“Yes!” you beam

Going to an amazing concert with the hottest guy you’ve ever seen is literally what you’ve been dreaming of for years

Rodrick lets out a chuckle, overjoyed that this worked, that he’s dancing with you and you said yes

He makes a mental note to thank his mom for forcing him to come here

But he forgets it as soon as you stretch up, pulling his face down to yours

You press a warm kiss to his lips, one full of anticipation, one you’ve both been dreaming about

He pulls you closer, melting into your touch

He thinks maybe high school isn’t as bad as he thought

#rodrick #rodrick x reader #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick heffley #doawk rodrick #rodrick x girly reader #rodrick x hyperfeminine reader #girly!reader #hyperfeminine!reader #doawk #doawk x reader #RODRICK IS THE TEENAGE DIRTBAG #ITS HIS SONG

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rodrick x hyperfeminine reader hcs 2

wc: 1.7k

genre: mutual pining, minor angst

pairing: rodrick x hyperfeminine!reader

warnings: houseparty, madison and heather aren't very good friends, one brief mention of alcohol/underage drinking but no one is obviously drunk, Brent keeps flirting with you and can't take a hint but it's annoying and inconvenient at most, minor miscommunication, sad roddy at the end

summary: after getting all dolled up for your party (which is really just an excuse to see rodrick and his band play) you spend the whole night not getting to do the one thing you want to do - see Rodrick.

song rec: teenage dirtbag - wheatus, and I imagine them playing put your money on me - the struts, basket case - green day, and of course, diper overlode - loded diper at the party

a/n: the long awaited part 2 is here!! and yes there will be a part 3 that takes place at prom lol

tags at the bottom (tagging all the people who asked for part 2 as well lol)

You’ve spent all week planning your party

Now it’s finally friday after school, and Heather and Madison are at your place, taking on the monumental task of deciding what you’re going to wear

You decide on the new pair of heels you got as your inspiration piece

They’re baby pink and strappy, with a butterfly shape made of little diamonds on the front

You’ve been absolutely obsessed with them, and the party seems like the perfect opportunity to break them in

You dig around in your closet, pulling a few of your other pink dresses

It’s not much of a contest when you see them laid out, and you choose the light pink satin one to go with your shoes

You listen to Heather and Madison gossip while you dig through your jewelry and nail polish, finding some coordinating accessories and your next mani pedi color

“Which earrings?” You ask them, holding up two pairs. 

“That one.” They say in unison, pointing to the one on your left

You were leaning toward that pair anyway, so you’re glad they agree

After finalizing some details and going over what they’re going to wear, all your party outfits are planned

Heather and Madison leave to get dressed, promising to be back within the hour so you can all help each other with hair and makeup

You’ve  practically become their personal beauty guru since you became friends

You always know just what to do to make their makeup look flawless and their hair cooperate when it’s being stubborn

You’re a big ball of nerves while you get the last details set up

Snacks are laid out, drinks are set up

Now all you need is the people

And more importantly

The band

As people show up, Heather drags you around to socialize

You swear, she must make you say hi to every single person there

If you were a little more cynical, you might pick up on the fact that Heather is trying to keep you away from Rodrick

Rodrick, who you’ve been thinking about non stop since you first saw him

You spend the whole time looking around for him and his band 

You think you see him across the room once, but it’s a girl with a dark brown pixie cut

It’s hard to tell in this lighting, and you’re glad you caught it before you made a really awkward mistake

You’re sure it would have been a funny anecdote that lead to you being friends after

On your way back, you get stopped by Brad

He insists on pulling you aside to talk, which Heather and Madison encourage

But right now all you want is to find Rodrick

And all Rodrick wants is to find you

They’re almost warmed up and ready for their set

And GOD he’s never been more excited for a gig

He’s so ready to go all out

To impress you

And to avoid all Justin Bieber songs to prevent another Heather’s sweet 16 incident

He fidgets with his drumsticks and looks around again

He still doesn’t see you

Which sucks, because he’s been thinking about this exact moment non stop since loded diper got this dream of a gig

He’s been making the boys practice way more than normal

Much to his parent’s dismay (even though they’re starting to sound pretty good)

To avoid another Heather Hills sweet 16 situation

But more importantly, to impress you

When Rodrick fell asleep every night this week, he had a variation of the same dream

Playing at this party, rocking the house so hard people talk about it for years afterwards, and getting to see you

You’re so beautiful, standing dead center at the front of the crowd, looking up at him the whole time

They barely finish their set when you weave your way through the band, and walk right up to him

His heart is pounding as you start praising him, telling him how good he was, how you want to be his little rockstar’s girlfriend

He usually gets so excited he wakes himself up after that

And now

It’s finally happening

His literal dreams are coming true

His band got a great gig

And he gets to play for you

This is probably the biggest opportunity since battle of the bands 

The guys know how much he’s been looking forward to this

It’s all he’s been talking about

He really thinks that if everything goes perfect, he might be able to shoot his shot with you

He just has to focus

Focus on playing a perfect gig, focus on figuring out how to woo you

Once they’re all warmed up and hyped up, they start their set

You can hear the band starting to tune up from the other room, and try for what feels like the millionth time to slip away from Brent

You’ve had to turn him down more times than you can count, and he still can’t take a goddamn hint

“I really have to go check on my friends…” you trail off, finally slipping into the crowd

You manage to find Madison, who signals to Heather, and soon all three of you are hiding in the bathroom

You catch your breath for a little while, touching up your makeup while Heather checks herself out and fluffs her hair

Madison sits nearby, texting someone

After a little while, you sigh, figuring you should all get back

Heather and Madison share a look while you straighten out your necklace 

Heather walks to the door with Madison right behind her

She pokes her head out of the door, then closes it quickly

“Brent is right down the hall,” she says, turning back to you as Madison nods, “we should wait in here a little longer

It feels like you wait in the bathroom forever while Heather occasionally sending Madison out to check

After a little while you hear faint music

Your stomach drops

You can’t miss the band, the whole point of throwing this party was getting to see Rodrick and loded diper play 

“Did they start already?” you ask, walking toward the door

Heather grabs your arm before you can open it, telling you Brent is still right outside, and sends Madison to go check if the band started yet

Madison comes back a minute later

“They’re still warming up,” she says, sharing a look with Heather

A little while later, the music gets louder and you don’t want to risk missing their show

You leave the bathroom before Heather and Madison can stop you 

You’re met with loud rock music reverberating through the house

Definitely not just warming up

You try to get to the other room where they’re playing so you don’t miss the rest of their set

Before you get very far, Brent catches your eye and cuts through the crowd

He follows you around and keeps trying to pull you aside to flirt and talk and get you to go out with him 

You manage to get to the doorway of the room they’re playing when he pins you against the wall

He’s going on and on about how you’d be perfect together, you’d be lucky to get with him, everyone at school wants him

But all you can think about is how great the band sounds

They’re like a perfect blend of all the best pop punk and rock groups you’ve ever heard

Right off the bat, you pick out influences from green day, my chemical romance, and metallica 

You’re really fucking impressed

You didn’t expect them to be this good, and you didn’t have low expectations to begin with

You just wish you could get away from Brent to really get to see the rest of their set before it’s over

When the song ends, you hear Rodricks voice and stretch up to try and see him as he leans into the mic

“Thank you, we are Loded Diper! Fuck authority!” he looks over at Chris, then leans back into the mic “And the patriarchy!” 

Your stomach sinks as you realize you missed most of their show, but you still cheer louder than anyone else in the room

Rodrick lets out a little puff of air when Chris taps his shoulder, getting his attention

“Uh, listen man…” Chris starts, but Rodrick doesn’t hear what he says after that

He looks over to where Chris is gesturing, and his heart sinks

Brent has you pinned against the wall across the room, and you two are looking awfully cozy together

“Shit…” Rodrick says

Once again, he looks like an idiot for thinking he has a chance with you

“C’mon, let’s get out of here,” Ben says, signaling to Ward to help them bring their stuff back out to the van

They wrap it up and leave quickly, and Ward, Ben, and Chris try to figure out how to help their heartbroken drummer 

You spend the rest of the party looking for Rodrick

You hope he stuck around, you really want to tell him how great he was

When the alcohol runs out and the party’s over, Madison and Heather sleep over, helping you clean up 

Technically Heather makes Madison help you clean up

All they can talk about is prom coming up, but your mind is still on Rodrick

And how you didn’t get to see him

You wish you could have told him how amazing he was

Even if he’s not into you like you’re really, really into him

You just want him to know that you could listen to his music all day and never get tired of it

“...coordinating dates, and-” Heather says, turning to you suddenly, “you’re going to help us pick out dresses, right?” 

You nod, flashing her a smile and hoping to disguise your disappointment at how the night went

“Yeah,” you answer as she goes on about finding you all dates

But you know that if you can’t go to prom with Rodrick, you won’t want to go at all

You just hope by some miracle you’ll get to dance with him, at least once

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#rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley x reader #doawk rodrick #rodrick x reader #rodrick #rodrick x hyperfeminine!reader #rodrick x girly reader #AWWWGHGHHN I HOPE ITS WORTH THE WAIT

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Hyperfem reader turning Rodrick into a swiftie

AHEJENFJ-

No bc I'm thinking of this scene from New Girl. You have had the shittiest day ever. You just want to curl up in bed and eat a concerning amount of your favorite ice cream and watch old music videos from the 2010s. It autoplays from all about that bass to we are never getting back together and you fall down a rabbit hole of old Taylor music videos. You hear a bunch of thudding and grunting outside and soon your gangly tall dorky emo boyfriend is hoisting himself through your window more awkwardly than a baby horse. He looks around trying to play it off and plucks a leaf out of his hair.

"Hey babe," he says. You don't say anything back. Roddy has no clue what to do but he knows he has to figure out a way to cheer you up. He looks at the music video on your laptop.

"Oh, I know this one! Okay, here we go..." he says before beginning the weirdest dance you've ever seen. He's out of breath after 30 seconds and you let out a weepy laugh.

"I just wanted to listen to Taylor Swift alone!" You laugh sadly, mascara streaking down your cheeks. Roddy straightens up again and climbs into your soft pink bed next to you, wrapping his arm around you and taking a finger dip of your ice cream.

"Okay. Which one is this?" He asks. A few hours later you've dragged him through most of her music videos and explained all the drama behind them, and she's a lot better than he thought. Plus, he knows Taylor Swift can cheer you up, so that bumps her up about 100 notches in his book. Now whenever your sad he just has to play 22 and do his awkward flailing dance and you'll be laughing in seconds.

#drabbles #rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley drabbles #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick x reader #rodrick x hyperfeminine!reader #hyperfemimine!reader #girly!reader

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rodrick x hyperfeminine reader hcs

wc: 2.3k

genre: mutual pining, contrasting aesthetics

pairing: rodrick x hyperfeminine reader (fem/she her/referred to as a girl)

summary: you're new at school and it takes a painfully long time for you to find the only hot guy there. he's had a massive painful crush on you since you first set foot through the door.

warnings: reader is a little insecure/anxious and copes through hyperfemininity, rodrick has low self esteem and dyslexia, they both think they have no chance with the other one, jocks keep asking you out, you're friends with Heather and Madison

a/n: obsessed with this dynamic. when you finally date everyone is so fucking confused lmao

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First of fucking all

Match made in heaven

On your first day of school at Crossland you turned a whole lot of heads 

You figure you should make a statement and decide to channel your idol, Elle Woods

You show up to school in a pink mini skirt blazer set, a little halter top with a heart cut out, and matching pink heels

You’re obviously rocking your signature scent, strawberry pound cake body spray and matching strawberry fizz flavored lip gloss

You did a mani pedi and a facial over the weekend to destress 

You walk in quickly to avoid the people that are staring at you for some reason, unintentionally strutting through the halls in a way that appears totally confident 

You reach the office to get your schedule and tuck it into your heart shaped bag along with your sunglasses 

You make sure to smile and be extra friendly with all the teachers and administrative staff, and in every class where you have to introduce yourself over and over, you try to project what you hope is an approachable friendliness 

People were already starting to whisper about the living barbie doll that just showed up out of nowhere, and these whispers reached none other than Heather Hills

She grabs Madison and tries to hunt you down

To confront you for trying to steal her place as the prettiest most popular girl there

Before she can threaten you, you’re asking her where the good boutiques in town are

You have such a unique, sunshiney charm that she totally forgets what she came to talk to you about

Before she knows it, you and her and Madison have plans to go shopping this weekend

You praise yourself for making a couple friends on the first day, not realizing you accidentally waltzed your way into the elusive popular girl clique 

By the end of the day, you have entirely by accident established yourself as queen bee of the school

As time goes on, you’re relieved that at least some of the people at Crossland are so friendly

Sometimes people say hi to you, and you always reply with a smile or wave or hi back

But a lot of the time people just stare at you

You’re somewhat used to it since not a lot of people wear nearly as much pink as you do

Or glitter

Or use a fuzzy pink strawberry scented glitter gel pen for all their homework

So you try to chalk it up to that 

As the days go on, everyone thinks they know exactly what to expect from you

You’re like Heather 2.0, just a little nicer 

Which is almost worse

When Heather is mean to everyone she doesn’t like (which is almost everyone) at least they have a reason to hate her

But you??

You’re so elusive 

You don’t have a ton of friends, you don’t go out of your way to go party unless Heather and Madison drag you there

But what’s weird is that you’ve turned down every guy who’s actually worked up the courage to ask you out

Every single guy at crossland wants to ask you out

But when the captain of the football team 

And the quarterback 

And the hottest guy in your grade all asked you out

And the whole school watched you politely turn them down one after the other

No one else thought they stood a chance

Heather and Madison think you’re crazy for turning them down

“I just… I’m not really into guys like that.” you say dismissively

“Hot jocks?” Heather demands

You would have said the type of guys who’d have bullied you in middle school, but now doesn’t seem like the right time to bring that up

“Yeah.” you agree, and eventually they stop pressing you

Your status of queen bee is even more solidified by the rumors rampantly spreading that not only are you unimaginably hot

But you’re also impossible to date

This becomes common knowledge after a while

Until one day when you’re running late to school

Heather’s still complaining about having to turn around and pick up her sister

“I mean, you were the one who forgot her at your house…” Madison starts, piping down fast when Heather glares at her

As you all get out of her convertible, tires screech behind you

A beat up white van with spray paint writing on the side parks haphazardly next to the curb

Muffled guitar and drums blast out of the car speakers, and as the driver opens the door, you recognize it as green day

Your eyes widen, and you lag behind to try and get a look at the driver

Heather’s ranting about something, and Madison grabs your arm, pulling you along as you watch the driver stumble out and trip on the curb

He has messy black hair, eyeliner, and he’s wearing a well loved ramones shirt

As if that wasn’t enough, he shoves the drumsticks he’s holding into his back pocket, poking out awkwardly 

“Who is that?” you ask

Heather and Madison whip around, ecstatic that you finally found someone at school you think is hot

They scan the scattered crowd of other late students trying to make it inside before first bell

“Who?” Heather demands, looking straight past the guy at the captain of the football team who you’d turned down for the fourth time earlier this week. “Brent? You know Brent.” 

A twinge of jealousy flashing through her voice as she finishes, desperate for more information

“No,” you say, pointing. “The guy who looks like Billie Joe Armstrong.”

“Who?” they both demand, still looking right past him

“Black hair, black shirt…”

Finally they see him

“Heffley??” Heather demands, holding back a gag at his name. “No, no, no. Not him, anyone but him.” 

She shudders, pushing past both of you to go inside

You’re stuck in place, watching him greet his friends and laugh loudly as they shove each other hello

Madison leans in close

“That’s Rodrick. His god awful band ruined Heather’s sweet 16 and she’s still pissed about it. Going near him is social suicide.” 

It suddenly makes sense that you haven’t bumped into the only hot guy at school yet

If you’re always with Heather and Heather avoids him like the plague… 

Madison drags you inside, and you’re already trying to figure out a way to talk to him

Just because you didn’t know Rodrick exited before now, doesn’t mean he hasn’t been drooling over you since you showed up at Crossland

“Uh, dude… was she just staring at you?” Ward says once Madison finally drags you inside, forcing you to break your unwavering stare you had locked on Rodrick 

He turns around quickly, looking for a more logical explanation for you looking in his direction as some football players walk past 

“She must have been looking at Brent.” he decides

“No dude,” Ben punches his arm, “she was totally making eyes at you.” 

They all laugh at the ridiculousness of the statement as he drags himself to his first class of the day

He can’t focus even more than usual

Were you staring at him? Making eyes at him like Ben had said?

He stares at the back of your head in all your shared classes, which is a lot of them, just like he always does 

And just like always, his mind starts to wander

Of course he’s down stupid bad for you, he doesn’t know anyone that’s not

He wonders what you smell like, what you look like up close

He wonders what your hands would feel like on his body, if you’d drag your pretty manicured nails across his skin

He imagines kissing you in such vivid detail it feels real for a few moments

Then he starts to wonder what you’d taste like 

Probably bubblegum, you usually chew it between periods when you won’t get in trouble for it

He wonders if your lip gloss is flavored

God, since the first day you showed up in this shithole he’s been thinking about you

He’s had countless dreams about you to

He always goes right back to sleep hoping he can see you again, feel your body against his, feel your lips on his skin one more time

He knows it’s hopeless, knows that even if you’ve seen him around and are vaguely aware of his existence, you don’t know his name

And why would you want to??

He’s such a teenage dirtbag he practically has rights to the song

Plus Brent is still determined to get you to go out with him

He considers himself your boyfriend already and has been threatening anyone who stares at you more than normal

Even if he could get past Brent and his own debilitating self doubt and low self esteem, you’re with Heather and Madison constantly, who still think he’s worse than mold after the incident and Heather’s sweet 16

You’re literally untouchable 

Even still, he doesn’t think he’s ever had a crush this bad

Not even back when he liked Heather

The only way he can get through classes is by spacing out the whole time (his teachers expect nothing less of course) and imagining you marching right up to him and sitting on his lap to make out with him

The only notes he takes anymore are scribbled song lyrics about you until his hand cramps up and he gets one of those nausea headache he gets from trying to write or read too much 

He thinks about you so much

It’s getting to the point where he’s thinking about you all the time

And he has absolutely no idea what to do about it

Because he doesn’t stand a chance

There’s no way in hell he could approach you, much less get you to go out with him

Plus you’ve literally turned down every guy that’s asked you out this year

Why would you want to go out with him???

Heather and Madison are wondering the same thing

You could easily pull anyone in this entire school

And now you’re making eyes at Heffley out of nowhere????

It doesn’t make sense 

They can’t pay attention for the rest of the day

Neither can you

You spend the entire day trying to figure out how to talk to him (you could just walk over to him)

How to get his attention (you already have it)

How to set up the perfect scenario to make him fall for you (he fell hard and fast long before now and has not recovered)

A party

You have to throw a party and get his band to play

Then you can corner him after the show to buy a cd and see if you can get it to go somewhere

It’s perfect

Plus Heather’s been telling you that you should throw at least one party before the school year is over

You tell Heather you want to throw a party this weekend

She’s ecstatic, thinking you’re finally moving on to something better to focus on

She and Madison are so busy helping you get everything ready they don’t notice you staring at Rodrick in the halls every chance you get and never managing to get him to look over at you

You’re so busy throwing an elaborate rager of a party to try and seduce him like Jay Gatsby that you don’t notice him staring at you when you’re not looking too

You can’t let anything ruin your chance with Rodrick 

Nothing can possibly go wrong

So when Brent asks you out again at lunch you turn him down more definitively than you have before

You tell him you’re just not into him like that, and to please stop asking you out

He’s never had someone tell him that they’re not attracted to him and want nothing to do with him 

It was definitely a much needed blow to his self esteem

Rumors that you broke up with Brent (even though you weren’t dating in the first place) spread like wildfire 

So after school when you manage to slip away from Heather and Madison for long enough to approach Rodrick and ask him and his band to play at your party this weekend 

It feels like a fucking dream

Not only do they have a gig

But it’s at your party???? 

It feels fake

It feels like something his touch starved hormonal brain would concoct to distract him from what he should be thinking about

They start trying to figure out sets and extra practice time before your party

And Ben insists the whole time that you were making eyes at him

Except this time Rodrick kind of believes him

There’s no way this means he has a chance with you, right??

He watches you walk away

And as you walk away, you let out an excited suppressed giggle that you actually talked to him

You’re still flustered and blushing under all your makeup, fanning your warm face as you hop into the passenger seat of Heathers convertible 

“What’s up with you?” she asks, noticing your distracted state

“I’m just… really excited for this party.” you smile, biting your lip

You don’t think about a thing other than him for the rest of the day

You decide this party really cannot come soon enough

If you play your cards right

You might even get him to like you back

You ruminate on this as you start picking out an outfit - in your signature pink, of course - completely unaware that Rodrick is already rehearsing for your party

And thinking about you just as much

#rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick x reader #rodrick #doawk x reader #doawk rodrick #rodrick x girly reader #you make him lose his shit #actively go bonkers for you

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(Aged up to 18+) working on the last part of Roddy x hyperfeminine reader hcs and I can't stop thinking about him. We all know that the second he graduates and Chris gets his hands on some tattoo stuff Roddy's getting tatted the hell up. It's the summer after your high school graduation, and your biggest problem right now is finding some cute bikinis and figuring out what to do with all the monster tabs Rodrick keeps giving you (which is basically every time he drinks a monster which is really fucking often. He gives them to you like a bird bringing its mate little rocks and sticks and flowers and you keep every one he gives you). You and some of your friends are at the mall, looking for cute bathing suits, and of course you have Rodrick trailing behind you and holding your bag and drumming on every surface he can tap. You find a cute little store with a sale on bikinis, and you go into the dressing room to try them on. There's a few you know you definitely don't like and a few that you have high hopes for, but you're on the fence with the one you're wearing now. You open the door a little, and ask one of your friends to bring Rodrick over. A minute later you hear his familiar voice outside.

"How's it going, babe?"

You poke your head out and see him standing in front of the wrong room.

"Roddy! Over here..."

He jogs over and you pull him in to ask for his opinion. His eyes widen as soon as he sees you,, taking in every detail of you as you ramble. Rodrick tries to pay attention to what you're saying, he really does, but GOD he's never been more distracted by you.

"...cause I'm just not sure about the cut, you know?"

You don't notice him close the door, but you hear him flick the lock closed. You look up at him, finally registering the way he's looking at you. He walks closer, moving his hands onto your waist, skimming up and down your body. He can see your lacy panties poking out under the bikini bottoms you're trying on, and it's driving him even crazier than he would have thought.

"Oh... you look great."

His voice is breathy and he has that look in his smoky eyes... it's only when he moves closer, pinning you against the mirror that it clicks.

"R-rodrick!" You squeak, as he licks a stripe up your neck. His hands are all over your hips and your ass as he bites and kisses your skin. You can feel him growing harder against you. He smells so good, like that musky boy smell and monster and a little bit of weed. He knows what you're going to say, and you look so cute when you're scared of getting caught like this. He moves down your neck, murmuring against your skin before he mouths at your chest.

"Shh, it's okay. I'll be real quiet, princess. Promise..."

He's just... impossible to resist. You're really glad he's your boyfriend, and you're really glad the music in the store is loud.

#drabbles #rodrick x reader #rodrick smut #doawk rodrick #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick heffley #rodrick #rodrick heffley smut #doawk x reader #doawk #doawk smut #AAAAAUUGUGH I NEED HIM BIBLICALLY #hes such a hornball (affectionate)

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light up the dark [XII] - Leo Valdez x reader

wc: 6.1k

genre: smut, angst, mutual pining, mutual angst, soulmate au????

warnings: emotional constipation, smut, angry sex, Leo being stupid hot, moderate manhandling, fingering, making out, teasing, Leo calls reader a whore /affectionate, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, less aftercare than usual, reader is starting to open up, a LOT of self loathing from Leo, miscommunication (but not stupid miscommunication yk), confrontation, a surprise at the end

summary: after waiting out the worst of the confrontation with Calypso, you find yourself unable to resist Leo's embrace, and Leo finds himself unable to stay away from you, in spite of how hard both of you try. You both desperately try with everything you've got to reach the other person. You don't know if it's going to work, but you have to try. In a moment of desperation, you realize something important

song recs: break my 0wn heart - atlas, can't stay away - im5 ft. bella thorne, warmth - bastille, music to watch boys to - lana del rey, melt my heart to stone - adele, tell her you love her - echosmith

a/n: OH BOY. break out your tissues bc I really went for it this time. hope you're wrecked emotionally bc I am. also my rodrick x hyperfeminine reader hcs are blowing up rn so I'm gonna do a part 2 at some point.

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You barely finished your conversation with Nico before Calypso really started going crazy. You’re not sure exactly what happened, no one is, but things escalated and she got really belligerent. She started yelling about how horrible you are, calling you a whore and a homewrecker. If Nico hadn’t grabbed your arm and shadow traveled you to your room, Calypso would have been able to barge into the kitchen to confront you. There’s no doubt that could have ended any way other than horribly ugly. 

“Stay here.” Nico says when you realize you’re in your room instead of the kitchen, with a note of decisiveness that makes you know he means it. Before you can agree, he’s already gone. You wait near the door, listening for voices, trying to make out what they’re saying. It feels like forever before you finally hear everyone making their way upstairs, slowly getting ready for bed. It’s even longer until the house is finally quiet. Eventually you can’t hear anymore hushed conversations, the water stops running through the pipes into the bathroom, and the light from the cracks in the door aren’t spilling onto the floorboards anymore. 

Eventually, when everyone else has long since gone to sleep, you don’t have an excuse not to anymore. You lay down in your bed, trying to make it warm. You do your best to ignore everything racing around your mind even more than usual, try to quiet the events that transpired tonight from playing on a continuous loop in your mind. You lay there with your eyes closed, trying to find anything else to think of besides everything that’s on your mind. You try so hard to sleep without Leo that night. 

In spite of your best efforts, and how late you went to bed, you only manage to get a few hours before you’re wide awake. You stare at the ceiling, every part of you begging to be with him, craving him like an addict. You really are trying your best to make it through the night without him, but… You sigh, not knowing how much longer you can do this. You roll over, seriously considering sneaking in to see him. You weigh your options, thinking about how much better you’d feel, how excited he always is when you appear in his doorway. 

But you know if you go to him now, it will seem like you do only want him as a hookup, you actually are just using him for his body. You don’t want him to think that, you’re not sure why but you just don’t. Nico’s words from the kitchen echo in your mind as you let out a shuddering, frustrated sigh. You press your hands into your face. Maybe if you hadn’t been telling him that you’re only using him for his body since you first fucked him, he wouldn’t think that. You roll over, wishing that little voice in your head would shut up.

You know it’s right, but you don’t want to hear it. Not right now. You know that you’ve had a justification for everything for everything you’ve been saying this whole time; you’re only using him for sex and you don’t care about feelings, that the reason you should keep it a secret is so it would be less drama for him, you always spend the night with him because his bed is more comfortable than yours. You believed all that at first, but now, you’re starting to think that maybe those justifications were just that - justifications for getting to be with him. 

Now you’re alone again in your big cold bed, with sheets that still aren’t broken in because you never fucking sleep here. You never sleep in your own bed, because you don’t want to. You want to sleep in Leo’s bed with him, where it’s warm and there’s someone to hold you tight and kiss you on the cheeks and forehead. You want to sleep with your breath mixing with someone else’s, with your limbs tangled up and your chests slowly rising and falling together. 

Of course you want that, of course you want to be held in a big ball of warmth, you don’t know who wouldn’t want that. You ache for him, and it makes your room feel even colder and more empty. Between how late everyone went to bed and how much time you spent deliberating on whether or not you should even try to sneak in and see him, it’s way later than usual. So by the time you finally make your way down the hall and creep into his room, he’s fast asleep. 

Earlier while you were lying awake, staring at your ceiling and agonizing over the events of the past few hours, Leo was down the hall doing the exact same thing. Calypso’s words invade his every thought, and he keeps comparing what she said to everything you’ve done. He knows he's overthought this to death, but it’s relentless. 

He struggles to trust his instincts, to stop doubting himself. Could he have horribly misread everything? Can Calypso see something obvious that he can't? He's never pretended to be objective when it comes to you, but maybe that's not as good of a thing as he thought. He continues beating this dead horse until he eventually passes out. 

He comes to suddenly, unsure of what time it is. He squeezes his eyes shut in frustration that he can’t even sleep through the night after such a wild day like today. More than a little of that upset and frustration is because it’s so much later than usual, and there’s still been no sign of you. He hasn’t seen you since you said you’re not friends, and that horrible self doubt is making him start to think you were serious. A moment later, before his mind can really latch onto that sentence and the way you said it to prove to himself that you were joking (you were joking, right?)  the door to his room opens gently and slowly. Your silhouette appears, familiar and alluring, and it makes his heart squeeze in his chest. 

His voice alone is like an oasis, so you do. You go to him without any hesitation. Before you can say anything, he pulls you into his lap firmly and starts kissing you. Every touch from him soothes your frazzled nerves, and you’re so relieved again and again that he keeps letting you in. He grabs your face, pushing his tongue into your mouth, which you gladly accept. He leans into you, and you grab onto his shoulders to stay balanced. 

Your timing couldn’t be more impeccable. He really did think he missed you, or maybe that you wouldn’t come at all tonight. But here you are again, wanting him, searching for his embrace, once again finding solace at his doorstep. Part of him wants to be strong, doesn’t want to fold for you so quickly every single time. But gods, he can’t resist you. He can’t say no to you, the sight of you hovering in his door, waiting for him to wrap you up in his arms, to kiss you dizzy and make you smile. He wants it, too - to be the one that makes you smile. He really just can’t resist you, not even after the exhausting night you both endured. After a moment, he sits up and rolls his eyes, sighing exaggeratedly.

“C’mere.” 

There’s something there tonight, a tinge more dominance to him than usual. It makes you quiver under his touch, even more than you normally would. The way he holds you, the way he pushes his tongue further past your lips makes you really glad you’re on his lap, or you’d definitely be having some trouble standing up.  Leave it to Leo to literally make you weak at the knees after the most stressful day ever. 

He flips you over suddenly, you blink and your back is on his mattress and his hair is falling in your face. Your stomach flips and heat pools between your legs at his every move, every gesture, but especially that one. You pull away enough to say something in your signature snarky, quippy tone, but he doesn’t let you finish. 

“Shut up.” 

His tongue is in your mouth again. There’s still an element of playfulness to his voice, there always is, but you know he means business tonight. You can’t lie, you’re not used to him giving you orders, but you’re not… mad at it. Not at all. He grabs the back of your thighs and pulls you further down the bed so he can climb on top of you properly. Your eyes widen at the gesture, heat and butterflies erupting through you at his touch. At the same time, he pulls your legs further apart to settle himself between them. He continues kissing you in that way that makes you dizzy, shoving one hand between your legs to touch you, start playing with you a little. 

He scissors his fingers inside you, stretching you out for him as arousal drips down your folds. You’re already turned on enough that his skilled fingers make loud sticky wet noises within moments of working their way inside you. He knows exactly what he’s doing, too, hooking his fingers just right against that spot while he flicks his tongue deeper into your mouth. His fingers are so long, effortlessly reaching deeper inside you than you could ever hope to. He really wants to make you squirm tonight, so he grinds the heel of his hand against your clit. It’s just enough to wind you up, tease you without really giving you what you want. 

He focuses his attention on that spot inside you that makes you shudder, and once he feels you start to tighten up, right when you start to get close, he pulls his fingers out. The loss of contact is only for a moment or two, but it’s enough for you to whine into his mouth. He bites your lip in response, and you freeze, flustered at the sensation of his teeth on your skin. He’s really not taking any shit tonight. You had pulled a condom out of thin air a few moments ago, and he grabs it where it lays next to you, forgotten at the feeling of his fingers pushing inside you.

He grabs his cock, squeezing it in his hand and stroking himself a few times before lining himself up with your entrance. He pushes his tongue further into your mouth as he bullies his cock into your cunt, reveling in the sensation of your tight, gummy walls giving way to accommodate how hung he is. The tip of his cock bumps against your cervix again and again as he begins fucking you at a brutal pace. Between everything he’s doing and everything he did leading up to this, how close he got you, you already feel like you’re going to cum again. His kisses make you dizzy, and the pace he’s going at is enough to already make your head spin. He’s being rough with you tonight. 

His hands slide into yours and move them above your head, before he secures your wrists in place with one hand. His thrusts have a sharper edge to them, and when his other hand comes down to squeeze the back of your thigh, his grip is firmer than it has been before. You’re already tightening around him, and between the feeling of his body pressing into yours and his cock rubbing hard and fast against every delicious, sensitive spot, it’s only a few more seconds before that coil tightening and building inside you bursts. 

“Already?” He asks with a teasing smirk, lips brushing against yours as he speaks, “Maybe you are a little whore…” He chuckles, before connecting your lips again. There’s a playfulness to his words, and the fact that you know he doesn’t really mean it, that he still respects you as much as he always has, makes what he’s saying even hotter. You moan into his mouth as he keeps bucking his hips into yours. It’s like he’s competing with himself to see how deep inside you he can get, and whatever he’s doing now is winning. 

You can tell he’s pissed off about something - presumably whatever happened between him and his friends and Calypso that you still don’t know the details of - and if fucking you like this gets it out of his system, you’re more than happy to help him. He pounds into you, tantalizing your every nerve with his touch. His hands are all over you, moving from restraining yours to hold your face, squeeze your waist and hips, run up and down your thighs, envelop you in a bear hug that makes you feel even closer to him than you knew to be possible. He fucks the breath out of your lungs, fucks the thoughts out of your head, and you love every minute of it. You crave more. 

By the time the only coherent thought you can manage is Leo, Leo, Leo, a little part of you in the back of your mind realizes that he’s taking control. And you’re letting him. You should be terrified, you should be running for the hills. But you don’t. Somehow, in all your fear, all the walls you’ve built around you, Leo has found a hidden back door you didn’t even know was there. He’s entering slowly, and you’re letting him. For reasons beyond you, you don’t mind letting him hold you, letting him see you vulnerable like this. 

You’re surprised that you’re not scared and terrified to death of letting him do this to you, make you feel like this, but it feels so good. Not just the sex, but the way he looks at you, the way he touches you gently even when he’s obliterating your tight cunt, the way there’s always a sweetness and softness and care to his voice, even when he’s calling you a whore. There’s no situation, not even during rough, angry sex, that he hasn’t been sweeter to you than you knew a person could be. You used to cringe at the idea of aftercare, much less cuddling and snuggling and spending the night, but… maybe there’s a reason you only go back to your own bed at sunrise. 

Even if you could think clearly, you still would have lost track of how many times he’s made you cum long before now. You’ve spent the last… gods know how long with his hands pushing down on your stomach, slipping his fingers into your mouth for you to suck on while he tells you all his dirty thoughts about you. When he’s not muttering and growling things that make you lightheaded to hear, his mouth is everywhere. On your neck, your tits, leaving more hickeys than usual in its wake. He pins your arms above your head again, this time intertwining your fingers with his as he moans, guttural and shameless, into your skin. 

You’ve never seen him angry like this, never seen him pissed off and ready to fuck you hard. It’s surprising, and if you’re being honest, it has you much more turned on than you’d like to admit. You’re wetter than you’ve ever been, just from the way he grabs your face to make you look at him, the way he’ll say something right into your ear that sends chills down your spine and punctuate it with a bite. He fucks you fast and rough, but it still feels more tender than it has with anyone you’ve been with before now. 

Even like this, even when he’s fucking all of his frustrations out into you, he’s still gazing into your eyes, sighing against your skin and holding your hand. It’s still so loving. That underlying tenderness he has towards you that never wavers makes everything he does, every sensation feel even stronger, and you can’t get enough of it. He’s fucking you completely dumb, you don’t think you could form a coherent sentence if you tried right now. 

But what really makes your stomach twist, what really makes your face get hot and makes arousal gush between your legs, dripping down through your sensitive folds, is that he can fuck you like an absolute whore and still be so sweet to you. Not just afterwards when he’s gotten what he wanted, but at the same time. You’ve never met anyone who can do both. 

By the time you've both cum more times than you can count and he's reduced your cunt to a dripping, quivering, twitching mess, it's so late that you’ve passed the gray area between late night and early morning. You look out the window at the sky beginning to lighten in the anticipation of sunrise. Yeah, it's officially early. Leo stands up and stretches, and you can't help but admire his slender waist and stomach as he does. You wish you could get that on camera, watch his pretty muscles glint in the early morning sunrise beginning to illuminate the sky in slow motion. 

You watch him, lying on your stomach, chest pressed against his soft, warm sheets that smell like him. You managed to tug your pajamas back on, a little pair of velvety shorts and matching top in a deep dark red. They’re soft against his bed.  He turns away, and when you see his back, muscular and slender - just like the rest of him. There’s something so hypnotic about boys, their chests and waists and shoulders, the slope of their back where their spine meets their hips. Leo is no exception to this, if anything he perfectly exemplifies everything you love about boys. Your heart is pounding at his every move, and you feel like you could watch him forever.

He takes his time grabbing a black pair of boxers to shimmy into, and you watch him close, admiring him the whole time. Something is nagging at you, making you feel antsy, but you’re too distracted by Leo to pay it any mind. You wait, wondering how soon he’ll take you in his arms and kiss you and cuddle you. It’s not until now, when you have to wait for his touch, that you realize how much you need it. Human contact, sure, but mostly his touch. You want him to hold you in his warm radiator-like embrace. You want his lips on your nose and cheeks, peppering your skin with little kisses. 

It’s not until moments like this that you realize how little touch you actually receive, much less how much you’re actually starting to want it. You never wanted it before now. You never cared about this stuff until him, until you felt the way he touched you, felt the way he looked at you. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, a small part of you can’t deny that you’ve been craving that ever since the first time, craving it so deeply you’d go to lengths you don’t normally go to. Like instigating some of it. 

Your stomach flips at the thought. It’s a risk, a huge risk that you would normally laugh at even considering. But now, when it’s for Leo… Maybe now might be a good time to try and instigate things with him, break the cycle you’re in. Just a little. Maybe you should show him that you kind of like being around him too. That he’s not the only one here that’s… in love. Butterflies swarm through your system and your eyes fall to his sheets. You could. You could try. You trace the thread that forms the seam at the edge, trying to collect yourself. It would be easy. 

You just have to channel that same comfortable, easygoing energy he has with you, the kind that makes him so easy to get along with and love. It’s that light playfulness that makes anyone want to throw their arms around him, shout from the rooftops how he makes you feel. You remember a scene from an old soapy tv show Hazel was watching the other day, what one of the characters said when the love interests finally got together. Yes! Yes, yes, yes! I want to be with you now and always! That’s what the feeling is like, you think. You take a shaky breath. 

But maybe he can’t fix people. Maybe he can’t help someone become a better person by loving them and being patient with them. Maybe was wrong about Calypso, and he’s wrong about you, and he’s just been making a fool of himself this whole time. Maybe he was wrong and Calypso was right; you’re manipulating him and everyone secretly hates him and he’s annoying and unloveable. He can admit that he’s all of those things, but for fuck’s sake, he should still have his dignity. 

“Going so soon…?” It sounds just like something he’d say - in fact, it is something he said to you when you tried to sneak off one night. But coming from you it sounds more unsure than playful. He glances over at your voice.

One look at you, and he’s close to folding. He wants so badly to throw himself in your arms. He wants to pull you close to him and give you all the love that you’re so clearly craving. He aches for it. You look so sweet like this, and for fuck’s sake, you’re trying. Your effort doesn’t go unnoticed, it never does by him. But something holds him back. After the unmitigated disastrous mess he just went through with Calypso, the one thing repeating in his mind like a skipping record is that he doesn’t want to be stuck in endless cycles. He was in a horrible cycle with Calypso. Every time they’d go through the same thing, he would keep expecting it to change, to be different this time, but it never was. He kept giving her chance after chance, hoping it would fix something, that he could just be a better boyfriend and it would fix everything. 

Can he really be so pathetic that he’ll let himself get used by whatever scary, intimidating, incredibly hot girl looks his way just because he believes you’re softer inside than you let on? He sighs sharply. He doesn’t know who he’s kidding, acting like he’s going to suddenly start sticking up for himself like this. He knows it’s just a matter of time before he comes back to you, he’s sure everyone does. He’s not slick, he’s not subtle. When you said at the beginning of all this that you’re just using him for his body and he told you he’s okay with that, he meant it. He’ll take what he can get when it comes to you. As pathetic as it sounds, he knows you both know it’s true. 

“What,” you start with a half joking tone to mask the nerves in your voice, “you’re not gonna stay and cuddle?” You wait for his response, and wonder if it’s obvious how much you crave his touch, the warmth that’s so unique to him.

He really has to muster up every ounce of willpower he has not to kiss you and cuddle you, not to fuck you absolutely stupid again just to see you smile for him, see you at ease in his arms. It’s so much harder than he thought it would be not to press kisses across your cheeks and get you to giggle so sweetly for him like he always does. He deserves to at least pretend to have some dignity. The typhoon of horrible feelings and self doubt wins, and he turns back around, beginning to get dressed instead. The tables are turned, and now you’re the one craving his touch, hoping he’ll come back to bed while you watch him get ready. He lets your question hang unanswered in the air for a few moments.

“I have a project I gotta work on…” he says breezily, not meeting your eye. He refuses to believe what Calypso was so sure of, he’s not whipped for you. She made her points very clear, including the fact that you can’t possibly care about him at all, even as a hookup. 

He’s still unable to escape every harsh, vile word exchanged between him and Calypso - granted most of them were from the latter. She was insistent that you would be fucking someone else if there was anyone more convenient for you. He doesn’t know how much of what she said is true, but he knows he doesn’t want it to be. He wants you to care about him, of course he wants you to care about him. He wants you to want him, the way he wants you. 

Obviously he wants you to think of him, to crave his touch, to love the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles and the sun illuminates his soft curls, just like how he loves the dimples in your back and the way your expression always softens when you think no one is looking. All he wants is for you to be soothed by him, comforted and reassured by his presence, just like how he’s enamored and entranced by yours. You’re… enchanting. You’re so goddamn enchanting with every little thing you do, and for fuck’s sake, all he wants is at least a little reciprocation. 

He wants reciprocity, you want to keep things casual. Or at least, he thinks so. He doesn’t know. He has no idea what you want and he has no idea how to figure it out. He’s tried all the mental gymnastics he has to do with Calypso until he’s completely exhausted himself, and it’s lead nowhere, which means the only thing he can do is assess you, what you’re saying and doing. He pays such close attention to you, nothing gets past him. He notices all of it, your body language, your words, the way you participate even when you pretend it’s reluctant and care about what his friends think. 

It would be so easy for you to ruin everything, for you to talk shit and decimate every attempt to make things nice. He knows, because that’s what Calypso does. But you don’t. You watch mushy romcoms and screwball comedies, you dry dishes and make coffee for Annabeth when you make some for yourself. You tell Hazel when the tag of her shirt is sticking up and help Percy put away groceries. You act like you want to be part of everything.That nagging little voice in the back of his mind gets louder, insisting if you really wanted to be a part of everything that you would be. So you must want to keep things casual, and he must be the one trying to make something out of nothing. 

He would be fine to keep it casual, he really would. But gods, you make it so hard not to fall in love with you. Especially when you act all sweet and coy, when you lay in his bed and look at him bashfully, like you want him, when you act so… girlfriend. Any other day he would have taken that as a sign that he was right about you, that you actually like him and want to be with him. But not this time, not after the… conversation he endured with Calypso last night. Now he looks at you, your actions and motivations from other angles that aren’t there, trying to figure out how you could be doing this to mess with him or manipulate him, what you could be getting out of this. Or worse, that you know how badly he wants you, and you’re just messing with him, yanking his chain. The worst fucking part is that he’d let you. 

All of this culminates into a dry laugh. 

“I didn’t take you for the cuddling type.” 

The last thing he wants is to smother you, or force a relationship on you. It’s just like he told Hazel at the grocery store, he doesn’t want to pressure you into something you’re not ready for. More importantly, he doesn’t want you to be with him if you don’t want to be. Clearly she doesn’t want to be. The voice narrating that particular thought is Calypso’s not his, but the words sting nonetheless. Maybe you should just keep it as friends with benefits, but as you stated just a matter of hours ago, you’re not even really friends. A hookup, he supposes, a booty call. Sneaky link. Whatever words there are to describe the least commitment or emotional intimacy you can have in a… whatever this is. 

You sit up on the bed, facing him. You don’t want it to be obvious, the way your stomach sinks at his words. He’s all you want, and you have no way to convey that to him. 

A flare of excitement washes over you, but he’s too busy scouring your expression for any trace of insincerity to notice. 

“So… what type am I?” You ask lightly, biting your lip. He pauses, knowing you’re asking if you’d be a good girlfriend. You try to keep your tone playful, enough to bring him back from whatever dark place he’s heading toward, just like he’s done for you more times than he knows. But you can’t read his inner monologue. You have no way of knowing it’s Calypso’s voice in his head, dragging him away from you, telling him this is proof that you’re just messing with him, yanking his chain for fun. It’s too much, and the last 24 hours full of bullshit finally have him at a breaking point. He wheels around and marches right over to you, crouching down to your eye level and holding you by the shoulders, making you really look at him.

“Why are you being like this?” He demands. Shock is evident on your face as he continues, finally beginning to get what’s long overdue off his chest. Even like this, even as frustrated and sick of having his feelings toyed with as he is, his touch is still familiar and comforting as a hand-me-down hoodie from a loved one. “Look, I like you a lot-” 

“You know I like you a lot, I’ve made that crystal fucking clear, so I know you know.” He leans in closer to you, desperate to get through to you, “And I know that you act cold, and mean, and detached from everyone and everything, but I don’t believe you’re really like that!”

The sincerity of his voice and the tears brimming in his eyes cut through you like a hot knife. You’re suddenly glad he’s holding onto you so tightly. 

“I know that deep down you’re sweet, and you have feelings that you’ve been trying to hide this whole time! I think you want the same thing everyone else wants - to be loved. I didn’t buy this bullshit act from the second I saw you!” He’s pleading you with everything he’s got for you to really hear him, to listen. “Am I wrong?” He implores, fat tears finally spilling down his cheeks. 

He’s begging you to tell him he’s not. Tears prickle in the corners of your eyes. You just have to say one word. Just tell him he’s been right about you this whole time, confirm his hopes and confess to everything and throw yourself in his arms. One word, and he’s yours. 

Your throat is so tight you can’t get it out. 

His grip on your shoulders loosens, and he leans back, pulling away just enough for you to notice. When he speaks, his voice wavers.

“But you clearly aren’t interested in anything besides just hooking up.” He lets go. He swipes away his tear stained cheeks before his arms fall to his side. “So let’s call it what it is. It will make this a lot easier for both of us, cause in case you didn’t notice, I actually like you a lot. And it’s really hard not to cross a line when you act all cute and…” he gestures vaguely to you now, gripping his pillow and looking up at him with glistening eyes before dropping your gaze, unable to hold his. 

He’s a strange, conflicting combination of detached and fired up over you. He wants you to tell him he’s wrong. For the love of gods, please tell him he’s wrong. Tell him you actually do like him, maybe you even more than like him. You just need to say it and put all the self doubt, and bullshit from Calypso to rest once and for all. His words repeat in your mind, ringing clear like a bell. He likes you. Oh god, he likes you. He actually likes you that much, and seeing him in this state because of you is killing you. You can do it, you can say it back. 

You can feel yourself about to spill your guts, teetering on the precipice of confessing everything to him. You want to say it, you want to tell him that you like him, you might even love him. You have no idea what that even means, but you can’t think of any other words to explain how you feel about him. For a moment, you wonder if it would be so bad. How scary could it really be to look him in the eyes and tell him the truth. You’re considering, you’re about to do it. The impulse is almost about to win, but your throat stays just as tightened up as it has been. 

Every kind, honest word you were about to say to him dies in your mouth, leaving as a strangled sigh. Why can’t you say it? Your brow furrows as fear creeps in. You don’t want to lose him. You can’t lose him. Preemptive guilt starts seeping through you as your mind only finds one option, over and over, no matter how many times it speed runs searching for a way to fix this, and only finding one. Maybe it is selfish. Maybe Calypso is right, and you’re an evil, manipulative bitch that’s keeping Leo all for yourself, but you don’t care. You know one thing right now; you can’t lose him.

“Don’t try to cute your way out of this.” He says incredulously, removing your hand from his hair. You freeze, blanching at the unexpected reaction. He’s not bending. He’s not affected by you at all. This doesn’t make sense. You just turned up your sex appeal so high that he should be cumming in his pants right now. Before you can be any more confused than you are, Nico’s words suddenly resurface in your memory. 

You never wanted to do this to him, you promised yourself you never would, but you don’t have a choice. You blink away your tears and ramp up your sex appeal as high as it can possibly go, feeling the dizzying rush of power as you do. You reach out with it, grabbing him in a chokehold of seduction, and crawl across the bed to kneel in front of him, chest to chest. You let out a soft giggle that will make his knees literally buckle, and send all the blood straight from his brain to his dick, just like you want.

“Hey…” you say, soft as summer sunshine, and run your hands over his chest. You twirl his soft curls between your fingers, knowing he’ll be putty in your hands by the time you finish your sentence. “Let’s just get along-” 

The only person a child of Eros’s sex appeal doesn’t work on is their soulmate.

Your heart starts pounding even harder, blood rushing through your head as you panic. Your mind is racing, unable to keep up with the implications of what just happened. You don’t have time to even try and process this before your flight response wins. You’re tugging on a jacket and shoes, flying out the door before you even realize you got up. You run. You don’t know where to, all you know is that the longer this sinks in, the more you freak out over it. And that spot on your back hurts worse than it ever has. 

#leo valdez x reader #leo valdez #leo valdez fanfic #leo valdez smut #heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus x reader #heroes of olympus smut #light up the dark #LKSSL HES #HE #in the words of mendel from falsettos #'I think he's very insecure... BUT SO AM I' #yeah ouch

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have you ever wanted to hose down rodrick heffley with rose water and hydrating serum??? have you ever wanted to slap under eye patches and a rejuvinating sheet mask on his adorable face???? have you ever wondered if rodrick knows what hyaluronic acid is???? I have!!! and he does not!!!!! makey makeover ft roddy x hyperfeminine reader is up now on my patreon and dropping here 9/28!!

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YOOOOOO NEW POST SCHEDULED!!!! THE LONG AWAITED PART 2 OF RODRICK X HYPERFEMININE READER IS UP NOW ON PATREON AND DROPPING HERE 7/20!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#been recalibrating #taking some time to adjust to adhd meds and stuff #ALSO IM DOING GOOD #I LOVE YOU GUYS AND MISS YALL #TYSM FOR YOUR SUPPORT AND PATIENCE

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New post scheduled!!!! Rodrick Heffley x hyperfeminine reader hcs are up now on patreon and dropping here 2/2/23!!!!

This cropped royalty free stock photo explains the dynamic perfectly (except your shoes are pink)

#i probably should get more sleep bc idk if this is as funny as i think it will be

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I just want you to know, you wrote about Rodrick Heffley TWICE and BOTH OF THEM changed my life forever.

surprise it's three times!! dating hcs, loded diper's guitarist hcs, and roddy x hyperfeminine reader hcs

idk which of those you've already read but I hope you enjoy the third one too!!! also oh my god you're so sweet??? wtf babes I'm weeping over this <333

#I swear to GOD I'm going to update my masterlist #i've just intertwined the task with crossposting all my fics onto ao3 so everything is taking forever #I promise it's going to happen it's just going slowly #ALSO THANK YOU AGAIN BABES #roddy smells like sweat and monster /pos #and like.... boy musk.... but the good kind #he's so #he's very teenage dirtbag

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Will you ever continue the rodrick x hyper fem!reader fics? I really enjoyed the hc.

yes I do plan on making one or two more parts!! I love rodrick x hyperfeminine reader too tbh

I know a lot of people are only on my blog for one fandom or character (which is very valid jsldkfjslk) since this is a multifandom blog and I schedule my posts a couple weeks/months in advance it's not going to be immediate lol. I'm currently wrapping up an ongoing Leo Valdez fic, outlining a descendants fic, and trying to write my first book, so I have a lot of writing to do lmao

if you wanna be tagged when I post more rodrick content here's my tag list form, and you can also send me as many roddy asks as you want!!! I love when people gush to me about their faves <333

#ALSO ALL OF THIS IS /NM!!!!!! #i feel like if i ever share information like this people will think im mad at them????? #v v much not the case #i just have a lot on my plate lol #but like who doesnt #the short version is yes more roddy hcs coming up #and i have a tag list if you dont wanna miss them lol

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Adam Faulkner-Stanheight (Saw, 2004)

Gavin Ellis (The Mule)

Steven "Specs" Fisher (Insidious)

Matt (Dying Breed)

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