Sleepy
Rodrick heffley X F!reader
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It’s Rodrick and y/n’s first sleepover
The sound of Rodrick's van honking outside my house instantly excites me. Tonight is our first-ever sleepover. I grab my bright pink duffle bag and bound down the stairs, where I find my mom in the hallway giving me a concerned look.
"Y/n, you be careful. I don’t want you getting into any nonsense," she advises.
I nod, blow her a kiss, and then smile at my dad who's practically glaring at the beat-up van with 'Löded Diper' amateurly spray painted across it.
I leave the house, shivering in the cold air, and start walking towards the van. Rodrick jumps out at the last minute, eagerly opening the door for me before wrapping his arms around me, then hopping back in.
I step into the van and chuckle at his hurried behavior.
"What's got you in such a hurry, Roddy?" I ask.
"You know your dad creeps me out," he admits as he steps into the car and leans over to give me a quick kiss, letting out a contented sigh.
"Mhmm. I missed you so much," he murmurs.
"Did you miss me or just my lips?" I ask playfully.
"Both," he answers, giving me a sly smile and booping my nose before starting up the van.
Rodrick practically drags me into his house. When we get inside, I try to greet his mom and Greg, but Rodrick is pulling my hand up the stairs, so I just give them a sorry smile and follow him. Once we're in his room, he gives me a hopeful smile.
"So, what now?" he asks.
"I don't know, Rodrick. What do you wanna do?"
He sits down on the edge of his bed.
"How 'bout we put on a movie or something?"
And that's exactly what we do. He selects some obscure emo film, and I lie down next to him, resting my head on his chest.
Eventually, the air grows heavy with sleepiness, and the movie loses its appeal. I sit up and look at Rodrick, paying close attention to his expressive eyes and fluffy eyebrows.
"Hey, can I sit here?" I ask, straddling his stomach.
"Mhmm," he says, his hands instinctively finding my waist and toying with my pajama pants from Victoria's Secret. I lean in close, running my thumb over one of his eyebrows, watching the arch in awe.
"You have great eyebrows, Roddy," I say with a touch of amusement.
He chuckles, his hands moving up to my stomach, giving me a gentle squeeze.
I can tell he's getting tired, and I am too. I run my fingers over his eyelids, gently coaxing them closed. I trace over his nose and brow bone, until after a few minutes, I hear his breathing soften. He's asleep, and so should I be. I reach to turn off the light and lay my head down on his chest, listening to the comforting rhythm of his heart.
A/n: this is my first fic on tumblr, please don’t bully me and please request. I will probably write for Rodrick, jersey shore, shameless, and umbrella academy, but I’m open to requests on anyone
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new rodrick meets old rodrick
OR = old rodrick
NR = new rodrick
OR was rehearsing with his band Löded Diper in his garage to get ready for a gig he had for Heather Hills’ birthday party.
OR : guys i’ll be back i’m gonna go get my drumsticks
The band nodded because *continues rehearsing*
OR went up to his room and to get his drumsticks but saw some rando in there.
OR : umm are you one of Greg’s loser friends?
NR : no ew… are you?!
OR : hell no
NR : oh good
They paused and nodded awkwardly.
NR : wait then who are you?!
OR : umm rodrick
NR : that’s sick my name’s rodrick too
OR : cool, i’m rodrick heffley
NR : wait, i’m rodrick heffley
OR : no you’re not, i am
They both look at each other while furrowing their eyebrows in confusion
OR : listen man, if you’re like a robber looking for stuff, there is like a week old twinkie underneath my sock but that’s it.
NR : i’m not robber, this is literally my room
NR looks over at the drumsticks
NR : i was actually coming to get my drumsticks
There was some silence between them getting ready to pounce on the sticks and run.
OR : me too
They looked at the sticks and then at each other over and over again.
OR quickly grabbed the drumsticks and ran.
NR : THOSE ARE LITERALLY MY DRUMSTICKS
OR : WELL COME AND GET THEM
OR makes it to the garage just before NR but sees that this wasn’t even his band.
OR : who the fuck are you guys
NEW BAND : umm, we’re Löded Diper
NR : yeah they’re my band
OR : oh for fucks sake
(the end)
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perv!virg!rodrick heffley who accidentally comes across your panties in the laundry room 18+
he’d been grumbling about doing his own laundry on the way to the basement, his laundry basket in hand while he mumbled complaints all aimed towards his mother who was attempting to teach him responsibility.
he was saying something along the lines of being in college not being synonymous with doing your own laundry, and then he runs into you on the stairs. the pretty neighbor that lives across from him. always sending him friendly smiles anytime you run into each other in the hallway.
a smile similar on your face now.
“oh, i’m sorry.” your voice is polite and sweet and rodrick is dazed instantly. he stutters out a reply, probably saying you’re not to blame, and then he staggers to the bottom of the stairs and into the empty laundry room.
he’s stuffed his clothes into the washer, put entirely too much detergent in there and started it up, and then he turns around and notices the pink thong on the floor.
he stands there for a second, weighing his options. and he decides that it would be the wrong thing to do to just keep it lying there for someone to take. he lives right across from you, so he’ll pick them up and return them to you of course.
but then the panties are heavy in his pocket, soft pink fabric out of place along the lint and loose change in his black jeans. that alone should be incentive for him to return them to you, but suddenly he’s unlocking his door and his roommate is out and he really can’t help the fact that he masturbates to the sight of your panties.
he tries to resist being an absolute creep about it, but rodrick has never been the best at impulse control and next thing he knows, he has the tiny number over his nose and he’s taking a deep inhale, incredibly satisfied that you’d dropped a dirty pair on your way out.
he’ll return them after. it’ll be a good lesson in responsibility, having been required to clean them and then muster up the courage to return them to their rightful owner.
… after he takes one more whiff.
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