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

27- The end.

okay so this is the last chapter. I dont really know how to feel but Im glad that I finished this and experimented with writing smut. If you made it this far thank you for reading and commenting and voting and saving to your reading list. I really hope yall enjoyed and I love you <3 MUAHH💋💋💋 Also exect that Fezco fic soon. Also I kinda wanna write for Eddie because damn he fine but I dont wanna do like fighting monsters and shit and I feel like I got a thing for like innocent girl and like bad boy. Rodrick's pov.

Crushes were kind of a sore spot for me. I don't get them often, but when I do, I've been told I can go a bit over the top. Yes, I do mean the Heather Hills birthday situation. But that's in the past, and the way I feel for y/n is not the way I felt for Heather. Trust me, I know the difference. I also know that to tell her how I feel, I need to be smart about it. I don't think she wants to be sprayed with chocolate or serenaded with Justin Bieber. But I know she will love what I have planned because I know her.

There are three key components to y/n's perfect/ideal date. First, a thorough, thought out and thoughtful plan. Second, food. Third and probably most important books.

"I don't think I like surprises" y/n tells me truthfully. "Especially when I don't know where I'm going."

I could feel her side eye burning into my skin. She'd been suspicious of me ever since I told her I wanted to take her somewhere. Then again, I don't blame her, I was keeping the location a secret for a reason.

"You liked it when I surprised you at your hotel room." I pause to let my words hit her. "So I think I know what surprises you like"

Her mouth hangs, and I can feel the embarrassment burning through her. When she does close her mouth, she decides to be petty and stop talking for the rest of the drive. It's an annoying move because I miss her voice already. I sigh and shake my head at the thought. Semi disgusted by my feelings. Having a crush on someone is gross.

"A park?" She says with an ear to ear grin.

There's more than just a hint of enthusiasm in her voice. And by how quickly she gets out of my van, I can tell this was the best place. It was huge compared to the regular kiddy playgrounds, perfect place for a picnic. Her eyes are wide, and her mouth hangs again, but this time the corner of her lips are curled.

"Told you I know what surprises you like." I tell her with pride as I pull out the basket and blanket I hid behind her seat.

She's confused clearly, but more than that, y/n's ecstatic. I can see it not just in her face, but her body language. How quick she was to hop out of my van and happily let me lead her to a spot on the grass. Linking our arms together as we walk. It's a small touch, but her skin is so soft against mine.

And standing this close, I can smell her perfume more than I could in the car. It's so much stronger now, not too much or suffocating at all. Not like I would really mind being suffocated by that, but I can just smell it lingering on her. She always puts her perfume in three places, neck, wrist, and fingers. And I know it's not the kind she wears every day at school. Y/n put in effort, and she didn't have to, but she did and most importantly she wants me to know she did. God, she's driving me crazy.

Being the genius I am, I chose something not too close to the water but not in the sun. That way, y/n could read in peace, and we would have to worry about the smell of the water. It's a good spot under a big tree, but something feels off. It's a Saturday and the park was basically empty, but then again, I guess that's a good thing. More privacy right.

"Better than you were expecting, huh?"

"Maybe." She keeps a calm face, but there's a little smile on her lips.

"Maybe?" I question with a smirk she can't see, but I'm sure she could hear.

"It would be a lot better if you told me what's in the basket."

"It's ya know, normal basket stuff."

She doesn't question me any further because she knows she'll see soon enough. I kept my back facing her as I rearranged the setup for the fourth time. Wanting it to be perfect. Or at least good enough for y/n. All of this she's oblivious to because she's having too much fun sitting in the sun. I sigh and take a little step back to look at it.

*fuck it.* I tell myself and take a seat next to y/n.

I take a moment to actually enjoy the view. No, not the park or the playground, but her. She's so relaxed, just enjoying the way the sun warms and glows her skin. I stare for a good minute, immediately looking away once the fog in my head clears, and I realize how weird this was. How weird all of this was, taking my best friend to a park to tell her how I feel. Maybe this was a bad idea. I don't know how, but she can almost sense my doubt, that, or she felt my eyes.

"Am I tripping, or does that look like a heart?" She says, pointing to the cloudy sky.

She forces me out of my thoughts. My eyes follow her finger and I look up.

"It looks like a cloud."

She rolls her eyes at my quick response and pulls me to lay next to her.

"You have to see it from here."

We point out clouds for a few minutes. Most of mine make no sense at all, but y/n pretends to see the vision. Hers, though, were a bit more clear. She sees cliché things like penguins and dinosaurs. It's so childish, and for a moment it reminds me of all the time we've spent together. All those years of being each other's only friend, and suddenly things feel so serious as we sit up and turn to the basket.

I hate being serious, I hate feeling so nervous and panicked around y/n someone who I know I can trust with pretty much everything. She looks at the set-up with wide eyes, taking her time to take in everything before looking back at me. The wrapped book, shit ton of snacks and the two teddy bears. One pink and the other black. My skin burns with embarrassment, I wish this was a figure of speech, but my face was literally red.

"I-" I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could, a shadow cast over the park. And it starts to rain hard, really hard.

Panic sets in for both of us, and we act fast. Quickly stuffing everything we can back into the picnic basket and holding whatever couldn't fit. We hold hands and run back to the van. For the first minute, it's just deep breaths and lingering eye contact. I can almost see her mentally putting it all together, and then it just flies out of both of our mouths.

"I like you."

We speak in unison and those three simple words were all we needed to say, but we just had to give each other more.

"Like I wanna go on dates and show off to our friends and and write like songs about it, about you." I tell her, a little more honest than I expected myself to be.

"I've liked you for so long, but I don't think I knew until recently."

We talk over each other, stammering and stuttering as we try to get our points across, having to stop and catch our breaths. Again the van is silent, nothing but us breathing and the sound of rain pouring outside. It's almost ironic, like It's straight out of the books we read. The main characters finally telling each other how they feel, as if it hadn't been obvious. Because it was obvious even before the stupid friends with benefits thing. There was always something there. But at least now we know for sure that we've both felt it all this time.