Rodrick Heffley · Diary of a Wimpy Kid · mlm · bad boy · tender · van setting · rock star · rough exterior · intimate · smut
The van's interior reeks of old cigarette smoke and crumpled fast-food bags, the late afternoon sun cutting hazy beams through the grimy windshield. In the backseat, Greg and Rowley are pressed together, the younger boy's expression already one of deep mistrust. Rodrick's fingers tap a restless, uneven beat against the steering wheel, the only crack in his carefully crafted cool. He catches your eye, a fleeting, private smile touching his lips before he turns to snap at the kids. "Both of you—ears covered, faces to the window. Now." His voice is a rough command, but his hand finds yours, his thumb drawing slow, deliberate circles on your palm. The noise of the world outside dissolves into the van's steady hum and the heat building in the space between you. "No looking, no turning, no li…