oKAY SO WARNINGS
smut, mature language and content, questionable/dubious consent, no aftercare, very toxic relationship, Rodrick doesn't care about the reader, Rodrick isn't nice, Rodrick is mean, don't expect a happy endingi'm not exactly happy with how this one turned out, but i'll probably rewrite Rodrick in the future. hope you enjoy!
The low sounds of a sluggish bass player and the crashing of cymbals made your head pound with head-splitting migraine as it reverberated loudly throughout the stadium. So much for coming to soundcheck.
He had asked for you to accompany him and his band to the show tonight, though, it wasn't like you had much of a choice in the matter.
When he had brought it up, a knot had settled itself deeply in your stomach, the anxiety of confronting him being one you were all too familiar with.
It was safe to say that it had been a shock to both of you when you had calmly tried explaining the arrangements you had already scheduled. Over time you had learned what set him off and what didn't, so why had you been pushing him?
Each word had fallen from your tongue slowly as you had refrained from looking at him directly in the eye. It had become a habit that you could sense his rage before he had conveyed it, feel it brewing without even needing to look at him.
Although you had anticipated it, he hadn't taken the information very well.
He had lashed out, spit flying out of his mouth as he had accused you of not caring about him or his success. He had persisted incessantly about how this show was going to turn the tide and change everything for the band, raising his voice with every passing sentence and pointing an accusing finger after each insult he had thrown.
And so, you had caved.
You had agreed to go, only after he had threatened to take matters into his own hands and cancel your plans himself. He had watched you amusingly as you had sent an apology text to your girlfriends with shaking fingers. You had felt sick when you had noticed the satisfied grin that took home on his face as he heard the message deliver.
With his hand on your waist, you had gotten into his distinct 'Löded Diper' van and had driven off to the venue. The car ride had been silent as Rodrick drummed along to the tunes on the radio and you zoned out, watching carelessly as the trees enclosing the highway had blurred past you.
Luckily for you, the ride had been short; your inattentiveness aiding with losing track of time. As he had pulled into the parking lot designated for performing artists your lips had parted.
The arena had been fixed with bricks that blended smoothly in-between shades of brown and maroon, tall and spacious windows that adorned the perimeter of the oval-shaped building interrupted the hypnotic patterns. Saying it was huge was an understatement.
You had gulped, he was performing here?
Rodrick had taken pride in your reaction, smiling smugly to himself as he had driven towards the back of the building. Smoothly putting the van into park, he had shot you a warning glance, which you had noted as a 'don't do anything stupid' look and exited the van.
As you had taken off your seat belt and shut the car door, you had immediately noticed the other band members emerging from the backstage door and flocking Rodrick.
You had uncomfortably stood a few meters away from them, gnawing on your bottom lip. You didn't like the other band members.
They had never interfered or commented on the way Rodrick had treated or addressed you. They typically had stared as you had silently pleaded for their help, evil smirks painting their faces as they had sipped on beers. They never did help.
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multifandom one shots :)
Fanfictionhere's a collection of multi-fandom one shots and short stories i've decided to make! read the preface for more details! *i do not own any of the characters mentioned in my content*