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Every nerd has a secret side

Rodrick Heffley x f!reader

3/?

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Word count: 3,2K

Summary: you're sent off to be an exchange student in some american city you never heard of. Back home you were seen as quite odd so you try your best to hide your wilder side you prop up your nerdy tendencies. You managed to make your new family for this school year like you like their own daughter. Except for their eldest, a total emo boy, who isn't very fond of your nerdy side.

Warnings: non-american reader (european but can be from wherever), enemies/rivals to lovers, slowburn, maybe ooc rodrick (slightly meaner), spoilers for Rodrick Rules

A/N: i have no idea what science fairs are. I just used them for the sake of the plot. The only time i ever saw them was in american movies ans they never explained the rules...

Science was by no means an easy subject. Back home it required to study multiple hours a day in order to get a good grade. Despite it all you liked some parts of it. But no matter how much you enjoyed being in lab you never really dared to enter any competition your school offered. Hearing stories from your classmates about the competitions they attended to get extra credits was enough of a reason, not to mention the extra studying you'd have to do on top of all of the schoolwork.

Long story short you liked having the freedom to decline any sort of competition and be practically invisible when it came to extra school stuff. This place tho... it didn't give you the same freedom.

"By the end of the semester you're required to present a science project in science fair. As always the topic is up to you."

Once the teacher said those words your class was a mix of all sorts of emotions. The study types (or nerds as Rodrick liked to call them) were beyond happy, the "normal" average kids just shrugged and already tried to find the easiest project topic to make so they don't have to work too hard. And those who barely passed were mumbling among eachother about buying an already finished project from some trusted source on a different school.

You bet your favourite CD Rodrick would be among the last group but he didn't come to school. You thought he just decided to be fashionably late but once third period ended you figured he decided to ditch all together. Not that you minded or cared or anything. It was a relief of sorts. You had enough of his antics back at home so being a whole day away from him was a small blessing.

The bell rang and you packed your things. As always you waited until everyone else was out of the class before you exited as well. People pushed and shoved eachother on their way through the narrow classroom door and you wondered if it would physically hurt them to wait a bit before going to the next class.

"Y/n, may I speak with you?" Said the teacher while you patiently waited.

"Uhm, sure."

"Good, I know you're from a different country and I'm not so sure about your customs. Do you also have science fairs?"

You thought for a while. Could those competitions count? Probably not.

You shook your head.

"Okay, I expected that. Well since you're not used to such a system I thought it'd be great if you paired up with someone. And since I know the Heffleys are where you're stayin at I figured it would be the easies if you paired up with Rodrick."

You couldn't believe your ears. The teacher must be joking, right?

"I'm sorry but what? You want me to be paired with Rodrick?"

"I know it's probably shocking to you but it would be the most practical solution. Since you'll be going home at the end of the school year your grade from it doesn't really matter much but Rodrick will unfortunately stay in my care until graduation. Maybe you could influence him to try a bit harder. Besides I haven't seen you talking to any student and forcing you to pair up with a total stranger would be a bit cruel."

Didn't he realize pairing you with Rodrick was a bit cruel? "With all due respect mister teacher pairing up a good student with bad one rarely works at making the bad one try harder in school."

The teacher sighed. "I know and I'm not expecting you to turn him into a straight A student. Honestly him getting anything above C- would be a huge improvement."

You opened your mouth but no words came out. The teacher was giving yout the look. The same look every teacher gave you when they asked something of a good student fully knowing they won't have the heart do decline no matter how much they want to.

You sighed and closed your eyes. "Okay. I can try."

"Wonderful! Thank you so much. I knew I could count on you."

You groaned and finally made your way to now empty doorway.

"Oh and by the way if he suggests a vulcano for a project again just stop him. He has been turning in the same baking soda vulcano for some years now."

You just said "kay" without even looking at the teacher and walked on to your next class. There's no way in hell you'll voluntarily work with that idiot. If only you knew this would happen you would be the first one shoving people out of your way when exiting the class but there's no point in lamenting about what could've been.

As you put your books in your locker an idea came to you. Rodrick wasn't in school today. He has no idea about the science fair and the people he keeps company sure as hell won't race eachother to tell him. You broke into a huge smile as you realized you didn't have to pair up with him after all. The teacher asked this privately so no student can tell him about that either.

You were still smiling like a lunatic even when you walked to your next class. All sorts of interesting and most likely ethically wrong ideas bloomed in your head. The teacher did tell you your grade didn't really matter on this school so you had a free hand in doing whatever you'd like and worry about consequences never.

The bell rang. Teacher arrived. All the usual.

And then Rodrick nearly broke down the door with how quickly he rushed to the classroom.

"Oh, mister Heffley decided to bless us with his presence," the math teacher, a middle aged lady who looked so done with life, said sarcastically.

"I- uh-"

"If you're going to make up an excuse for being late at least make it a good one."

Rodrick gulped, his eyes darting across the room. You've never seen him like this. Was he nervous?

"I slept in."

The teacher hummed. "Generic. Overused. Two out of ten. Now take your seat."

As he passed your desk you heard him mumble something about it being true and then he sank into the last free seat in the very back of the class. You studied him for a bit. Nothing looked out of the ordinary. Same dark clothes, same messy hair. But there was something off, you just couldn't put your finger on what. Then he lifted his head up and his dark brown eyes met yours. Quickly you snapped your head back to the blackboard and hoped he won't tease you for staring.

The class went well for the most part. Teacher was covering a topic your school covered two years ago so you were free to doodle over your notes and write down all the different ideas for your science project. You were so lost in your own thoughts you didn't even register teacher calling out your name until her hand slammed right next to your notebook which made you jump and nearly fall off of your own seat.

"Miss l/n, it seems you've understood todays topic quite well since you are engaging in other activities."

You quickly slammed your notebook shut. "Uhm, I'm sorry. I was just-"

"Doodling. How obvious. I've been teaching for 20 years and students never find a more interesting activity..." she said almost disappointed rather than mad.

"I'm sorry?"

"Keep your apologies," she gave you a white piece of chalk, "and demonstrate your knowledge."

You walked up to the blackboard and wrote down the problem she dictated you. It wasn't the most simple one but you managed. Three lines of writing and it was solved. When you circled your final answer you put the chalk down and turned to the whole class. Most of your classmates just stared at you with open mouths and the teacher was confused beyond belief. You expected Rodrick to do the usual, yell out nerd or throw a paper ball your way but he just sat an looked at you with the most calm expression you've ever seen on him.

He didn't do anything even when you walked past the teacher half dissappointed she couldn't humiliate you and half wondering how you could solve it this fast when it took her twice as long. Some students bothered you after class asking for your technique and if you could tutor them sometime. All you could focus on was Rodrick who didn't rush out of the class like usual. Instead he stared at you swarmed by his classmates for a while and once he saw he won't get to you so soon he got up and left.

Once you got home you expected to hear the disaster his band called music errupting through the house but nothing. Strange. His band usually practiced this time of the week. You sat down on a couch and watched Greg play some wizard game on the TV. You patiently waited until he got through his current level when you asked. "Hey is something wrong with Rodrick?"

The poor boy nearly jumped out of his skin. He was so into his game he didn't even realize you were there. "What?"

"I asked if something happened to Rodrick. He was acting kind of weird."

He shrugged. "Maybe he's mad since mom forbade him from practicing for one week for sleeping in today and missing half the school."

"Oh. Yeah that checks out," you leaned back. What Greg told you made lots of sense but it also made you a bit sad. Here you were thinking he finally stopped picking on you but no. He was just moody because he couldn't practice.

"Are you okay y/n?" Greg asked you putting down his controler.

"Oh yeah. It's just your brother..."

He rolled his eyes. "Of course it is. Hey maybe we can play a game together. It could cheer you up. I usually play with Rowley but he has some family thing."

You smiled. "Okay. How do I play?"

The middle schooler beamed at you like a kid on christmas and handed you his own controler while looked for the second one for himself. You played for some time until Rodrick stomped downstairs and into the living room.

"Dang Y/n, I didn't know you could do other stuff than having your nose in your books," he snickered.

Looks like he was in a better mood now.

You were about to throw some sarcastic remark his was when the game got more intense and you had to concentrate. It was all useless since Greg secured his what seemed like millionth win.

"Seems you should stick to the books tho. You kinda suck."

You rolled your eyes and got up. "At least I don't suck in the only hobby I have like you," and you pushed past him to your room. You needed to take a nap anyways.

The sun has long set. The entire Heffley house was quiet. There was nothing Rodrick would love to do more than to go to sleep but he resiste the urge. He needed to know what was up with you. Being the perfect little nerd during the day and sneak out dressed as the most beautiful creature he has ever seen during the night. Not to mention being gone for god knows how long doing god knows what and functioning perfectly the next day as if lack of sleep was barely an inconvinience to you.

Last night it was around midnight when he caught you sneaking out. He must stay awake until then. He sat at the bottom of the stairs leading to his attic and waited for any sound you could make. He waited and waited. He checked his wristwatch, almost 2am. Maybe he just dreamed about you actually being cool last night and he stood up to go back to bed. But he quickly stopped when he heard something. Doorknob turning. Door creaking open. Soft footsteps sneaking along the hallway.

This was it!

As quietly as he could he walked back downstairs and past Greg's closed bedroom door. There was light comming from under the door but Rodrick couldn't care less about his brother's night activities.

A sentiment said brother didn't share.

When Rodrick's foot landed on the first step another door creaked open and he froze. Greg rubbed his eye pretending he just woke up. "Ro-"

"Shushushushshhhh," Rodrick waved around like crazy to shut Greg up. You could hear them and retreat back to your room.

Once Greg closed his mouth he made a quastioning expression.

Rodrick motioned for him to go back to his bedroom and leave him be.

Greg protested and waved his arms around.

They silently argued some more until both of them heard front door slowly open and then close.

Once you were out of an earshot Rodrick glared at his brother. "Go back Greg."

"No way! Where are you going? Did you sneak out last time as well?"

"That's none of your business now let me be."

"I wanna come with!"

"Like hell."

"I'll tell mom!"

"Okay, tell her. All three of us will get in trouble then."

"Three?"

Rodrick groaned in frustration. Every second he spend arguing could've been used to follow you. "Yes, three. You, me and Y/n. I saw her sneaking out and I want to know where's she going."

"Y/n?"

"Who else? Manny? Now piss off!" He whisper yelled and as quietly and as fast as he could got downstairs and out the door. Unfortunatelly Greg did the same.

"Okay listen you little rat, I'll let you come only when you won't tell mom a word! Got it?!"

Greg nodded profusely and the two brothers got into following you. You walked without ever turning back so it was easier than Rodrick realized. All three of you passed street after street until the silence of the night got interrupred by music getting louder and louder the more they walked.

A bar soon came to their view. Rodrick knew this bar. Last year he desperately wanted his band to preform there but the owner kept telling him off so out of protest he never went back. He hasn't been there for some time but he still knew that place is far from safe for people like you. But you still confidently walked right inside, head held high as if you owned the place.

"Where is she going?" Greg asked and Rodrick just pushed him forward.

"Where we are as well. Come along."

Due to security checking IDs they had to climb in through the bathroom window.

"You must have lots of experience in this," Greg muttered as Rodrick helped him through the narrow passage.

"Shut up and climb."

Both of them made their way to the center of the whole bar which was more crowded than Rodrick has ever seen. And soon enough he saw why. A small band was playing on a stage. It was exactly the kind of music Löded Diper played! That damn owner allowed these weirdos to play but not Rodrick and his guys? What a hypocrite.

He shook his head and went back to searching for you. But then a new song started. With a female vocalist. The Heffley boys turned their heads to the stage and both of their jaws nearly hit the floor.

There you were, standing in the center of the stage in leather clothes and metal accessories, electric guitar in hands and mic close to your mouth.

Greg was never a fan of any of this but he just couldn't keep his eyes off of you. Rodrick had it even worse. Never in his life did he feel his heart skip so many beats. The way you played, the way your body softly swayed to the rhythm... and when you did a metal scream was when Rodrick felt completely whipped for you. Which was completely against everything he thought of you! You were a nerd! A know it all! Teacher's pet! How dare you be exactly everything Rodrick loved?

It got him thinking. Was this who you truly were or was the nerdy side your true face? Which one is it? If this is just some side gig you're doing for the fun of it then good for him, he hated posers. He bet the metallica t-shirt you wore was a borrowed one so you would fit right in with the rest of the band. How did you even get into a band this fast?

The band played couple more songs. Occasionally Greg pulled at Rodrick's sleeve to go home but he shook him off every single time. "If you're bored you can go."

But Greg stayed.

In fact both of them stayed for the entire performance right up until the band itself left and the bar started to clear out. The two of them decided to leave the same way they entered and climbed through the bathroom windows out into the night. Despite their exhaustion and lack of sleep they sprinted as fast as they could, or as their poor stamina allowed them, to get back home before you.

Thankfully they made it just before you did. Both of them hid upstairs and listened for your careful footsteps and your door closing before they let out a sigh of relief.

"What was that?" Greg asked through ragged breathing, his body still recovering after so much movement this late.

Rodrick wanted to grin and say 'blackmail material' while picturing you desperately doing anything he asked of you just so he kept your little secret hidden but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. Nothing about you that night looked fake. Your singing, your guitar riffs, even your smile was brighter and more genuine than the smirks you threw his way every time you got a better grade than him. What's worse he no longer felt annoyance when he pictured your face. He thought his heart skipping beats was just from the adrenalin of sneaking out into a concert or from the shock of seeing you in a completely different light. But his heart picked up in speed whenever he went back to the memory of you singing your heart away on the stage.

No, it must be the running. Yup! His heart is slamming against his ribs from the run, not from you!

"Something we'll figure out later," he finally answered his little brother and stood up to go to bed. He had precious little time to get enough sleep to function in school that day. And he wasn't about to repeat sleeping in.

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YOU SHOULD WRITE FOR ADAM MORE. PLEASE. OR DEAN, YOU ARE SUCH AN AMAZING WRITER FOR BOTH OF THEM

AAAAAA SUNNY I LOVE YOU💕💕💕💕

Here's some dating dean hcs because I have MANY thoughts on this man

His love language is acts of service. He tends to view most relationships as transactional, he will rarely do things for others without expecting something in return, so you know how big of a deal it is that he does things for you without ever expecting anything back. When you're with Dean you can forget about carrying your own bag, paying for your own food or even rolling your own cigarettes. Dean wants to do it all for you, to show you how much you mean to him.

Your relationship is fast paced and intense. Dean doesn't ever feel casual emotions, he can't just love you, he's hopelessly, irretrievably in love with you. It's borderline obsessive, he's never felt unbending loyalty to anyone but himself before, but when it comes to you, he would do absolutely anything for you, and he makes sure you know that.

With the epic highs, come the epic lows too. Arguments with Dean are heated, frenzied and unpredictable. Dean loves you so much that it's almost painful for him, and he finds it hard to believe that anyone could ever love another person so ferociously, let alone you loving him with that same intensity. Most of your arguments stem from this issue, he's terrified that one day you'll turn around and tell him you don't love him, so sometimes he starts a fight just as a way to get it over with and give you an out.

The arguments become less frequent when Dean finally begins to understand that love isn't just something you feel, but something you do. No matter how strongly he feels love for you, he knows the feeling alone isn't enough to maintain a relationship; he has to improve himself, he has to compromise, instead of just worrying that he isn't good enough for you, he has to do everything he can to be good enough for you.

He thinks you're the smartest person he's ever met. The way you articulate your thoughts, the way you remain rational and logical without letting your emotions get the best of you (something which he struggles with) are traits that he really admires. He could listen to you talk for hours, just in awe.

You're the only person he cries in front of. Dean's been through a lot, and late at night sometimes he just has to let himself feel. He's beyond thankful that he doesn't have to go through that alone anymore, every "Shhh, sweetheart it's okay", every night you've stayed up, rubbing his back and holding him while he cries, helps him more than you can ever imagine.

He loves just goofing off with you. Skipping lectures to go plinking (shooting cans and beer bottles etc), watching horror movies and trying to make eachother jump, or just observing the rich kids from a distance and laughing at their ridiculous designer clothes.

Kisses are his favourite thing EVER. He's not one to shy away from pda either, he pretty much always wants to make out with you.

He's a big spoon for life, he thinks you're the most adorable thing he's ever seen and he loves just holding you tight and protecting you as you go to sleep.

He's willing to change for you, he no longer just coasts through life seeking cheap thrills. With you, he found purpose, and despite all his flaws, he's gradually getting better.

A/n I'm half asleep while writing this so ignore any grammatical errors etc, I cannot brain right now.

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