Löded summer

Attitude bad

She was right behind him when he reached the final landing. Rodrick's eyes darted around curiously.

Pictures lined the walls: family photos, company achievement awards, and baby pictures.

"I recognize that smile," he said, walking forward with his hand outstretched to meet a small frame halfway. "Nose and eyes too."

Y/N bit her cheek in frustration. "Don't touch that," she said as she slowly redirected his arm and held onto it.

Rodrick looked back at her, an exasperated expression on his face. "You just continuously take the fun out of everything."

She squinted at him, momentarily thought of punching him in the face, but brought herself to reason.

"Exactly." He looked down at her hand, which still grasped his forearm. A smirk formed on his lips.

Before she could even open her mouth to rebut, he cut her off again, his voice reduced to an even softer whisper. "Y/N, there are three doors up here."

"Yeah, I kno—"

"Four if you include the storage closet." Rodrick noted.

"Ok?"

"I could take the riskier route if you don't tell me where your room is." He walked towards the storage door, where all he'd find were towels and hygiene products that her mother bought in bulk.

"What're you doing?"

Rodrick slowly opened the door, "Nice."

Y/N quickly got the point; he'd open all the doors until he found her room. A sudden feeling of anxiety pooled in her chest. Fuck.

Something told her that he'd actually follow through on his threats. "Rodrick, stop," she said, begrudgingly nodding toward the end of the hall, the last door in line.

"Good," he smirked and wandered to her bedroom door. He opened it as if it were his own and went inside.

Y/N followed him and shut the door behind them, her back pressed against it. Her chest rose and fell in relief.

"All these pillows and plushies, for what?" Rodrick fell back onto her bed contentedly. He kicked off his shoes and scooted back until his legs couldn't come off the bed. "And a king-sized mattress, you don't need all that."

Y/N momentarily cupped her face in her hands. "I swear i'll throw you right out that window."

He turned away from her and began to cuddle her favorite plushie. "Whatever, I'm sleepy."

She could've sworn her eye twitched, "Do you know what you're laying on?" Y/N approached the bed. "European satin."

"Real fancy." He dismissed.

"You're lying in my bed, on my European satin pillowcases and sheets with your greasy hair and day clothes. I should strangle you right here - I should kill you." Y/N ripped her stuffed animal out of his grasp.

THWAP
THWAP
THWAP

She smacked him repeatedly with it, using all her strength. The blows connected instantly to his stomach, arms, legs, and head.

"Hey!" Rodrick rolled over and grabbed the weapon. Y/N's eyes widened as she quickly brought her hand across his mouth to stifle his yelp.

"Too loud!" she whispered dangerously. If they got caught, she'd be under lock and key for the rest of her time here.

He twisted away from her hand, but she clambered on top to gain control. Y/N pinned his arms to the side.

"You're so lucky I'm not at my dad's." She dug her nails into him. Rodrick winced. Good.

"That hurts," he said, attempting to wriggle free. But she tightened her thighs around his stomach and dug in further.

Y/N looked down at him, satisfied. Weirdly, she liked causing him pain.

After all, he deserved it with the shit he put her through.

"Aww, stop acting like a little bitch." she said, letting go and resting her knees on his arms to prevent him from raising them.

"Is that supposed to make me feel some typa way?" Rodrick's eyes burned with defiance.

"I don't know, is it?" Y/N said, taking his face in her hand and examining him.

The only source of light coming from the window illuminated his features. He was hot as hell, but she'd never admit it.

"What— you wanna kiss me or something?" Rodrick snickered, he licked his lips and puckered them.

"Don't talk." She smacked him with the hand that had once gripped his cheeks, hard enough to sting.

Thank everything for the darkness that concealed his crimson hue. "Y/N—" He laughed, a sorry attempt at concealing the blatant fluster in his voice.

"Shut up." She smacked him again, a little harder this time. His face whipped to the left and into the sheets.

This time he obeyed. Y/N loved the power.

His hair framed his face perfectly—not too short or long. In this position, he was perfectly vulnerable, which almost gave her butterflies.

"Exactly what I thought, smart-ass." She gave his face one more light shove, as if daring him to challenge her.

Authors note: I can't wait for y'all to see what I got next💕