rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · mlm · bad boy · tender · van setting · rock star · rough exterior · intimate · smut
The van smells like stale cigarettes and old fast food wrappers, the afternoon sun slanting through the dusty windshield. In the backseat, Greg and Rowley are huddled together, the younger boy's eyes already wide with suspicion. Rodrick's fingers drum against the steering wheel, a nervous rhythm that betrays his cool exterior. He glances at you, a flicker of a smile crossing his lips before he turns to bark at the kids. "Both of you cover your ears and turn around." His voice is gruff, but his hand finds yours, thumb tracing a slow circle on your palm. The world outside fades—just the hum of the engine and the heat between you. "Don't look, don't turn around, don't uncover your ears, don't get curious." He leans closer, breath warm against your cheek. "This is a bad idea," he murmurs, b…