"She's an angel" Rodrick heffley x black fem reader

5- What's mine, is yours

Author's note: I'm feeling eh about this chapter, but it's important for the next one so just consider it a filler. The next chapter with has smut so that's fun. They don't go all the way but it pretty good regardless.

It had been four days since you lost your book. Three days since you read with Rodrick and two days since he took your book. Two boring days of forcing yourself to reread comics you've read at least ten times. Two agonizing days of hiding in your hotel room while trying not to think about him. In simple words, you were fed up with ignoring it and pretending it wasn't a big deal.

Taking a deep breath, you tried to focus on that frustration. You knew you would need it if you wanted to get your book back. Normally you liked confrontation, watching people fight on tv or in real life. But when the confrontations your own, you rather just stay out of it.

Knocking on the door, you waited nervously for a response. A few seconds pass, and you've heard nothing behind the door. Raising your hand, you go to knock again before the door opens a crack. It was just big enough for Rodrick to peak his head out while not showing the room.

"Hey, y/n." He greets surprised.

"Hi." You say simply.

"Did you come here for something ?"

"I want it back."

"Want what back?" He defaults to playing dumb.

"My book."

"You never found it because I uh don't have it."

"You're lying, I know have you it, just give it back."

"I don't." He persists. "But if it'll make you feel better, you can come in and look for it yourself."

He says before opening the door wider. Stepping aside, he holds his arm out to 'welcome you in'. Keeping your tough act, you step into the room, then Rodrick closes the door behind you. Quickly, your eyes scan the room and find nothing. Without giving up, you looked a little harder as you walked around the room. At this point, your frustration had faded and was replaced with embarrassment. Maybe he didn't have it. Not finding anything, you decided to give up.

Leaning against the door, Rodrick looks at you with a smirk on his lips. His face had I told you so written all over it. Sighing, you take a seat on the bed and accept defeat. Seeing you sit, Rodrick quickly moves off the door and comes over to you.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, maybe you should leave." He says, clearly nervous.

"Oh-h okay." You say standing up.

Fully standing, you were ready to leave before you heard a thud. Immediately, Rodrick's eyes go wide and his checks flush with pink. Before you could react, he was ready with excuses for you to leave and not worry about what fell. Ignoring him, you were swift to pick up the book before it was snatched out of your hands. Trying to take it back, you grab at it but fail to pull it from Rodrick's strong grip. The two of you struggle for a moment, arguing while going back and forth. Using his height as an advantage, Rodrick holds the book higher than you can reach as he tells you to relax. Feeling tired, you calm down and catch your breath.

"Jesus Christ y/n calm down." He says, still holding the book above him. "I think you scratched me."

"You deserve it." Your voice mean as you grab at his hands. "Just give it back, I didn't even get to finish it."

"I'm not done with it, either. Just give me a minute, and I'll think of something."

In all honesty, the idea wasn't too bad if you were under different circumstances. But right now it wasn't something you would immediately agree on. Rodrick's idea was to share the book, as in, only read it together to finish quickly. Which meant you would be doing the reading while rodrick just listened.

"That doesn't seem fair." You huff, crossing your arms.

Rodrick sighs, rolling his eyes.

"It's that, or I keep the book for the rest of vacation."

He wasn't being serious, but right now you were stubborn. So he needed to be a bit extreme. After a minute of thinking, you weighed the options and caved into agreeing. It wasn't like you had any other choice. Not believing you, Rodrick decided to start the reading now.

Getting settled in Rodrick's bed was hard, especially with rodrick wanting to sit next to you. Both sitting against the headboard, Rodrick carefully puts his head on your shoulder. Sill acting stubborn, you shrug him off. To create a barrier, you held a pillow between the two of you. Finally, somewhat comfortable, you open the book and start to read where Rodrick left off.

Luckily you'd read further than he had, but to your surprise, he'd made an impressive dent. The first few pages were easy, you tried to focus on what you were reading and not Rodrick's comments. Telling you, you were reading too fast or not loud enough or asking you to read your annotations. As if he wasn't right next to you and all he had to do was look over the pillow.

Turning to a new chapter, you stopped. Looking over the page and the ones that followed, you knew you wouldn't be able to read it out loud. Sides littered with pink and red tabs and margins covered in now regretful comments. Trying to save yourself from embarrassment, you flip over the red tabs and hope Rodrick doesn't notice.

Sadly you were wrong, the sound snaps Rodrick's head over the pillow barrier almost immediately. There was no way he actually thought you'd read something like that to him. Once again, after some back and forth, you agree only on one condition. You and Rodrick would both those types of pages while you read the rest. You wouldn't call it even, but at least it took some spotlight off you.

You start out slow, physically cringing every time you spoke. Very obviously you're nervous, very, very nervous. Palms sweaty, voice cracking and even worse stuttering. Ironically, you were practically acting like a cliché main character. It made you gag internally. Done with the block of descriptive paragraphs, you somehow found more confidence in our voice. Maybe because you knew the worst was over.

Although you tried to ignore him while you read, naturally Rodrick creeped into your mind. It made you hyper aware not only of what you were reading but of the boy that was sitting next you. From the corner of your eye, you noticed his fidgeting hands clasped together over the pillow on his lap. A deepening blush started to take over his skin. But most importantly, you noticed or more so, felt his eyes on you. The intense gaze that clung onto every word you said.

"See, that wasn't so hard." He says through shallow breaths.

Instinctively you smile.

"I doubt you'll say that when it's your turn."

As he promised when the time came, Rodrick was ready to read. Now that he book had, instead, you chose to get more comfortable prepreparing yourself to cringe worse than before. You brought your knees to your chest, arms wrapped around your legs. He started slow and spoke clear. He wasn't half way, his first sentence through before your head was between your knees.

It was odd, obviously but not completely uncomfortable. You weren't sure why, but you didn't feel nervous, well, not the kind of nervous you were before. The words danced around your mind, sending heat through your body. Too focused on trying to quite your heartbeat, you didn't notice that Rodrick was done reading. Just like that.

"I think that's enough for today."