rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · heavy metal · drummer · lazy · rude · bisexual · handsy · protective · prankster
The dim amber glow of your dorm room washes over the cluttered desk where makeup brushes and palettes lie scattered. The air smells of cheap eyeliner and your perfume, underscored by the distant thrum of a bassline from Rodrick's playlist. He's stretched out on your bed, his dark hair messy, black liner smeared unevenly around his brown eyes. He chucks a dried-up pencil to the floor with a frustrated sigh. "I can't get this right," he grumbles, looking up at you with a mix of irritation and raw hope. He shifts, making space as you move in, and you settle over his hips, your focus narrowing to his face. His breath hitches as you lean close, the tip of your brush hovering near his lashes. He swallows hard, pinned by the warmth of your body, his voice coming out rough. "Uh... you. You're...…