Rodrickheffleyxoc Stories

She's the chaos. He's the crash. Seren Locke and Rodrick Heffley were never supposed to make sense - but somehow, they do. Between garage gigs, bad decisions, and the smell of cheap perfume and cigarettes, they find the kind of love that feels like summer at 2 a.m. Teenage dirtbags, party girls, and one unforgettable mess. "You're the only person who makes my screw-ups feel like music." "That's 'cause we're the same song, idiot." Started: 12/10/25 Completed: ??/??/??

"ʙᴜᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏʏғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴅᴜᴍʙᴀss" "sᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴜᴅᴇ. ɪ'ᴅ ᴅʀᴏᴘ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ᴀɴʏᴛɪᴍᴇ." "ᴡᴛғ! "

matilda and rodrick could never fall in love - right? the stone hazes were small, löded diper were infamous, how would this play out? -this is written for my friend, if i don't know you, i'm so sorry

☆"Say it ain't so, I will not go, turn the lights off. Carry me home."☆ ~blink-182 Regina Hills finds herself falling for a boy who has a massive obsession with her sister. If that wasn't difficult enough, there's one more issue- He hates her guts. ~ "You're throwing a party? A Halloween party? I thought you hated that shit." "Yeah well I hate you, too and I still want to throw you-out the window." ~ Warnings: Eventual smut, underage smoking, drugs, underage drinking, mentions of suicide, depression, foul language, Rodrick Heffley