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

14- Baby doll

Although you didn't like to admit it, you were definitely a bit of a cliché. Not like there was anything necessarily wrong with that. You liked what you liked, and learned after many years of Rodrick's reinforcement to not care what others thought about you or your interest. You liked books explicit or not, dramatic movies and tv shows. But more than anything, you liked to shop.

Rodrick wasn't exactly the opposite, but he wasn't as enthusiastic about it as you were.

Regardless, when you told him you wanted to go bra shopping, he had some mixed emotions. Of course, he was excited about the thought of helping you pick out something sexy to wear. Hopefully one of which he'll get to keep after you wear it. But not just helping you pick things out, watching you try them on. It would be a wet dream come true.

However, knowing you, he knew he would be dragged around the mall for at least a good hour and a half. Getting some over sweetened coffee then going to a bookstore then a makeup store then taking a lunch break. Which he didn't really mind, but he felt the need to act against it. It was a classic stable of your friendship and just who he was.

"y/n I don't see I couldn't  have just waited in the van until you were ready."

"I thought you liked shopping with me." You say before taking a sip of your drink.

"Yea I do, but you told me we were here for Victoria's Secret not Starbucks"

"Why can't we do both, plus I promise you'll have lots of time to watch me undress." You tease him in a low, familiar tone.

His bored expression darkening as a sly smirk grows on his face at the thought.

"Fine, but bras before books, ok."

"Promise." You say, holding out your pinky.

Despite the fact that  he rolls his eyes, he doesn't hesitate to wrap his pinky around yours and seals the promise. You hold each other for a second before pulling part. You loop your arm around his, playfully clinking your cup to his and continuing to walk around the mall.

As promised, you and Rodrick go to the joint Pink and Victoria's Secret first. To keep yourself on track, you avoid the perfume and lotions immediately, knowing you already had more than you needed.

*Matching sets,* You remind yourself.

"You should get measured." Rodrick suggest pointing to an employee.

You give him an odd face surprised at his suggestion, but shrugged it off, assuming he probably remembered it from you telling him about previous trips. And hopefully not another girl, not like you would mind of course. You nod and take his suggestion. And by the time you're done, Rodrick has already pulled a few things off the racks. And let's just say It's an odd sight. Seeing him carry the various colorful pieces that and his especially odd method of sizing.

"Are you really using your hands?" You ask him skeptical.

"Well, how else am I supposed to make sure they fit you."

"I don't know, maybe wait for me to finish getting measured."

"You were taking too long." He complained with a smile.

In response, you rolled your eyes and took the clothes from him and made your way to the dressing room. Rodrick following behind. But it's not until the two of you are actually in one of the dressing rooms that something hits you. You were literally about to undress and try bras on in front of this boy. And you weren't nervous about it in the slightest. It was a mix of two things.

Rodrick had already seen you in compromising positions  a few times now

He had been your best friend for years

Plus, he was the only one besides yourself who would see you in it. You knew Rodrick wasn't gonna say or do anything to make you feel insecure. He was a person you could trust. Rodrick was someone you did trust.

"I feel like a barbie doll." You tell rodrick, looking at yourself in the mirror.

"More like a baby doll." Referring to the dress.

You shoot him an annoyed look and returned to looking at yourself.

"Come on, y/n you look good." He told you, voice heavy with honesty.

He was right, you did look good. It was a chemise, light purple babydoll dress. Its black lace trim stopped halfway down your thighs. It complimented your brown skin nicely. And by the way Rodrick was looking at you, it complimented your figure even better.

After trying on a few more things, you and Rodrick left the store satisfied and happily made your way to the mall's Barnes & Noble. Cautious of how much you had already spent today and the three unread books at home.  You didn't plan on staying long in the store. But getting just one book more wouldn't hurt, right.

You  place your book at the register and give the young cashier a courtesy smile. Receiving one in return, he looks you up and down as he scans the bar code. He tells you the total and as you pull out your wallet, he slips a bookmark into a plastic bag with your new book. Leaving the store, Rodrick decides to take a little sneak into what you bought.

"That's weird." Rodrick says with a stank face.

"What is?"

"He gave you his number." He says, confused, showing you the nine numbers on the bookmark.

"Oh." You pause. "Should I like text him ?"

His response is quick.

"Definitely not."

"Why not." You ask genuinely.

"Because he's probably weird, plus you said you didn't want any more friends." 

You take the bookmark from him.

"Maybe I changed my mind."

"I doubt it."