Rodrick Heffley x (masc) Reader || oneshots

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Y/n is 5'5. Some bullying and mentions of sh.

*Knock... Knock... Knock* "Hey it's me. you ready?" Rodrick knocks and opens the door to my room, looking pretty decent. Prolly because I chose his outfit. 

I don't wanna describe his fit so here ya'll go:

I was getting ready for the end of school year party that Heather Hills was throwing. I honestly dreaded going. I hate people with a burning passion. In the words of my favorite metal signer, Corey Taylor, People equals shit. They make noises when they're sick, which is annoying. And everyone hates me now, so fuck it. In crowds, it feels like everyone is staring at me. Parties I especially hate because the people who I can't stand sober, are drunk, there is loud ass music that only basic white girls listen to. 

Now, don't get me wrong. White girl music is good, but it's only good when you're around people you like. For example, I will headbang to fucking Barbie Girl by Aqua when there are people I enjoy being around near me. But if it plays when there is a group full of people that make me uncomfortable, I pretend I'm fucking deaf and can't hear shit. 

"Naw. Not yet. Physically? yes. Mentally? No." I reply. He laughed at my comment. That is what I'm wearing ⬇️

I personally thought I looked good. For the moment. 

"Hey, you know, we don't have to go. We can just stay here." Rodrick tried to calm me down. Yes please.

"It's fine. We can go. Just, if I punch someone don't try to stop me." I prolly would just let them hit me. I'm not the strongest person.

"Don't worry. I won't." He said as he was opening my window. He climbed out, struggled because of his chains, and got up. My room was in the basement, so it was pretty easy to get out. I was used to getting out with chains and stuff so I got out pretty fast. "No fair. How'd you get out so fast?!" he whined. 

"Magic. Now come on. Let's go." We walked over to Rodricks van and got in. We drove all the way to Heather Hills house and got out. "I am seriously regretting my decision to come here." I said while waking into the house, Rodrick in front of me and leading the way. 

"We can leave, you know." Yes please. Waaay to much people.

"We just got here.  No." We at least need to make an appearance.

"You are so difficult." I know. You are probably gonna leave me because of that.

"Shut it." We continue heading in and go upstairs. There, some kids started a conversation with us. 

"Hey! How are you guys?" the one in the middle says. They had matching outfits on. They looked nice. Their outfits and what they look like down below.

Rodrick replies, "We're doing pretty well. How about you ladies?"

"We're doing great! Thanks for asking!" they all said in unison. The one on the left said, "We just wanted to tell you, that you both look amazing! We love your style!" I bet they are secretly judging me. Probably. I look kinda funky.

"Aww thanks! We love your guys style also! I looove matching outfits!" Rodrick says. 

"OMG thanks! Do you guys have Myspace?" the one on the right said. I feel so awkward right now. 

"Uh duhh. Who doesn't?" 

"Well, can we get yours?" the middle one said. 

"Ya! Sure! Mine is Swaggy_L0ser69. And my buddies over here is (Whatever you want idc)." 

"OMG thanks! Ttyl!" the right one said and then they left to go somewhere. We walked over to an empty bathroom and just hung out in there. 

"They were for sure flirting with you." You tell Rodrick. What if Rodrick leaves me for one of them? 

"Ya. They seemed nice though!"

"Ya they did. But you shoulda told them we were a thing."

"You're right. I'm sorry." 

"It's fine." Someone bursts into the bathroom we were in and looks at us with a disgusted look. No no no no. Not another person. And they look like they're judging me. Is it the clothes? How I look? My hair? 

"Who invited you fags?" They say. You see Rodrick stand up from off the floor and stand infant of you. Fuck.

"Ourselves. Now get out."

"How about no?" they say, challengingly.

"Fuck off dude. We didn't do anything." you try. I shouldn't have said that. My voice sounds weird. This is why I hate going out.

"Shut it emo. Wrist check?" they laugh. Uh oh. I don't like this. I want to go. 

"Ya sure. Come here buddy boy." Rodrick walks closer to him and flashes his clean wrists. The person looked horrified/surprised that Rodrick showed him clean wrists. 

"Damn bro. Take a joke jeez." they get out and we follow. Yea sorry. Rodrck walked us over to where his friends are. I started cracking my knuckles and rocking back and forth. I felt like I was gonna cry. There are to much people here. What if they are judging me? What if those laughs from across the room are from people who are laughing at me? I notice that my breathing starts increasing. Oh no. Not here. Why here? Why can't I panic somewhere else? I hate it when people see me cry. I must just be doing this for attention. I need to calm myself. I take deep breaths sand Rodrick notices.

"Well, guys. We're gonna go. See you guys this Saturday for practice!" He took my hand and lead me to the door. We left and walked over to his van. "Hey, you ok? I noticed that you looked scared." Oh no. I bet that's why people were laughing. Shit. 

"Ya. I'm- I'm fine. Thanks." I sound like I'm gonna cry. Rodrick starts the vehicle and drives to my house. We get out and sneak in through my window. As soon as we get into my room, he hugs me. The hug was warm and amazing. "Why are you hugging me?" 

"You need it." He lets go and changes into comfier clothes and hops on my bed. I did the same and moved over to the wall. He cuddled me as he played music on his iPod. We fell asleep in each others without a care in the world. 

1111 words. Wow. Well, this one is short. Sorry for not updating. Depression sux X(

Anyways, take care of urselves lovelies! And I believe in you!