reading a good ass fanfic up until it said something that just makes you want to stop reading
@ladyonyxsapphire we’ve been there 😖
@kymiekat sadly yes 😬
True. Stopped reading one that was very promising...but I can't compromise on some things.
Obsessed with the idea of people just adding 1 + 1 and getting 3 when it comes to Dick as a child, hanging out with Clark and Bruce. Because let's be honest, Dick is a carbon copy of Bruce and Clark.
Thinking more about the rumour if how Bruce Wayne acquired his two eldest boys because they both are carbon copies of him and everybody at first thinks that Bruce fathered them with the same woman on the side but for some reason didn't marry her or couldn't for some reason but then...
Then Superman flies into Gotham to rescue Bruce and the kids. And everybody is like, "wait a damn minute" because while Dick and Jason are copies of Bruce, they do sort of look like... And Superman is very intimate with them, hugging Dick and crouching down to talk to twelve year old Jason who looks a little wary and then there's Bruce. There's Bruce, who is smiling, not that ghastly social smile or that flirty smile but something real, and he looks so comfortable around Supes and... Did Superman just brush something off Bruce's Wayne face? Immediately rumours start spreading and Gotham has a new reason to loathe Big Blue from Metropolis:
people don't talk enough about how fucking funny it is that bruce can sub in his kids as batman when he's too busy. like can you imagine it from the league's perspective? imagine you have this really mysterious, geniusly scary guy that you know next to nothing about, never cracks a smile and yet always comes out on top, and one day he shows up to a league meeting and there's just something... off. about him.
you can't pin it down because he's literally acting exactly the same as usual and there's no reason to think there's anything wrong, but maybe he shifted in his seat one to many times, or he looked just a tad bit too bored during green lantern's case review, but something's just... odd. so you quietly ask superman after the meeting if anything's up with the bat bcs you know those two are closer and also clark can hear heartbeats so if something's wrong surely he'll pick it up? and without hesitation he leans over to you and mumbles 'yeah batman was busy, that's his 17 yr old son. he's a crime lord and kills people sometimes though so we're not allowed to let him into the weapons department.' and then walks away like it's normal.
like the whiplash the league must go through every time they realise that no, this is not their fearless dark and brooding leader, this is in fact one of his dipshit kids being forced to sub in bcs the real batman broke an ankle, is incredible.
they think they've finally sussed out all 2 of batman's kids and then one day during a meeting 'batman' ends up on a 30 minute rant about different hacking methods this tech villain could be using that results in him half way through a sentence breaking off to say '-oh uncle clark could you pass me that pen- thanks, anyway so-' and then five minutes after that when the league have all been exchanging incredulous looks he finally freezes and is like. SHIT.
Lololol Put Cass in the suit! Put Cass in the suit!
౨ৎ pairing : rodrick heffley x regina george
౨ৎ blurb : after her break up with aaron, regina and rodrick share a drunk late night confession.
౨ৎ notes : forgot to post this yesterday T^T here it is, enjoy !
the music blasted throughout karens house, her halloween party seemed to be going amazing for everyone there. well, except for one particular person.
regina was leaned against the kitchen counter, a half forgotten drink dangling from her hand.
tonight, though, the universe had a sense of humor.
aaron.
her ex boyfriend. her perfectly flawed, too good for her but still hurtful aaron. he’d broken up with her in front of half the school, casually tossing her out of his life like she was a pair of last seasons shoes. regina had smiled, politely, as if she didn’t care. she’d even laughed a little, which had surprised everyone, including herself. but inside, she was dying.
she downed the last of her drink and poured herself another.
“regina!” someone shouted from somewhere across the room. she didn’t even look up. the voices, the laughter, the flashing lights, it was all just background noise.
and then she felt a tap on her shoulder.
“rodrick?” he was leaning against the fridge with that lazy half smirk of his.
rodrick heffley had a reputation. lazy, sarcastic, incredibly annoying to anyone who took school seriously.
“hey,” he said, shrugging. “you look.. miserable.”
“miserable? that’s new.” she rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth twitched despite her best efforts. “you know what else is new? aaron dumping me like i’m his leftovers from the other night.”
rodrick snorted. “sounds rough.”
“rough? that’s like calling getting hit by a bus ‘slightly inconvenient.’” she gestured wildly with her cup, spilling a bit of vodka on the counter. “i mean, seriously, i’m regina fucking george. i don’t get dumped.”
rodrick laughed, a short, sharp sound that made her flinch. and there it was again; that infuriating charm he had.
“you know..” he said after a moment. “you’re allowed to be a little.. human about it.”
regina froze. human. that word didn’t belong in her vocabulary.
before she could respond, her mind flashed back to a few months ago.
it was during gym class and regina had unfortunately been partnered with rodrick for a 2 person exercise.
“i never thought i’d be stuck with you for something like this.”
regina rolled her eyes. “lucky you. try not to screw it up.”
“you’re not exactly a joy to work with either.”
and then, while regina was stretching, he'd brushed a strand of hair off her face. it didn’t register at first, but she felt.. strange. neither of them said anything after that, of course. they'd finished and went back to their separate social orbits.
but for weeks afterwards, she couldn’t stop thinking about it. the fleeting touch. the smirk. the way it made her feel.
regina blinked, shaking her head. “what’s wrong with me?” she muttered to herself. rodrick leaned closer.
“stop looking at me like that." she said, and he laughed. that laugh. the one she’d been thinking about a little too much lately.
the party was in full swing now. people were dancing, screaming over music and spilling drinks. regina tried to adjust to the chaos, but the alcohol was starting to make her wobbly, like her control over her body was slipping.
rodrick stared at her with his arms crossed.
hes had feelings for her before, though he'd never admit to them. but seeing her like this over some guy? it made his blood boil.
“you need water." he said, taking the half filled cup out of her hand.
“i need more vodka.” she countered, smirking through the haze. “water’s boring. water doesn’t make you forget that aaron is an asshole.”
“yeah, okay, so keep drinking. that’s totally gonna fix it.”
she leaned against him briefly for balance, and he stiffened for a second.
“you’re annoying." she said, though her voice had softened.
“uh huh." he muttered under his breath.
as the night wore on, things got a bit messy. a spilled punch bowl here, a toppled chair over there. regina was yelling, laughing, and crying all at once, a hurricane of emotions. rodrick tried to keep her from completely falling apart, and she let him.
at one point, she flopped onto a couch, curling up in a ball, laughing at some random video on her phone. rodrick sat on the armrest next to her, careful not to invade her space too much.
“you’re a disaster." he said softly, shaking his head.
“aw, thanks.” she said, laying down on the couch and staring at the ceiling. “i try.”
he opened his mouth to say something but closed it and just shook his head. she laughed, sitting back up.
the party started winding down, people leaving in various states of drunkenness. rodrick tried to help her up a few times, but she kept swaying, giggling uncontrollably, but despite her insistence that 'she could handle herself', he ended up guiding her to a quiet bedroom upstairs.
“god, you’re impossible." he whined, sitting on the edge of the bed while she collapsed next to him, finally quiet for a moment.
“i know.” she whispered, a small, genuine smile tugging at her lips.
rodrick smiled back, heart beating a little faster than it should.
"maybe that's why aaron dumped me!" she said as she began ugly crying.
"not again- you're fucking kidding me."
the room smelled of spilled drinks and something sweet.. were those cupcakes stuck to the ceiling?
regina was curled on the bed. her hair messy and eyes red from crying too much.
rodrick layed down next to her awkwardly, like he wasn't sure if he should even be here right now. he wasn’t exposed to this side of her before.
“you’re.. really drunk.” he said, voice low.
“captain obvious strikes again.” she slurred, a small smile tugging at her lips. she tried to sit up, then groaned and flopped back. “ugh. why does everything spin? it’s not fair. i hate everything. especially aaron.”
rodrick chuckled softly. “yeah, he’s an idiot. you didn't deserve that.”
she squinted at him, suspicious. “oh?”
“i don’t know.” he admitted, running a hand through his hair. “i’m just saying.. you’re better than him. than everyone.”
regina blinked, caught off guard.
for a moment, neither of them spoke. the sounds of the party outside were muffled, like no one else existed. just them.
“rod..” she murmured finally, softer than she ever let anyone hear. “i-i’m sorry for being.. well, me. a mess. i don’t even know what i’m saying.”
“hey.” he said, taking her hand into his, squeezing it gently. “it’s okay. you don’t have to apologize. you’re allowed to be a mess, especially after all of this."
she let out a shaky laugh. “everything is a lot. and i suck at handling things like this.”
“no." he said firmly. “you don’t suck, you just haven’t met the right person. yet."
she blinked, heart thudding for reasons she didn’t want to list. there it was again; the spark from months ago, the one she hadn’t forgotten, amplified a hundred times late at night.
“rodrick.” she whispered, leaning closer than she probably should, “i don’t.. i don’t even know if this is okay.”
“it’s okay,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “we’re fine. you’re fine. i’m fine. we can just stay here. together. for a bit.”
and so they did. minutes felt like hours. time turned a bit messy when you were drunk and honest in a bed with someone you liked.
regina shifted again, curling up next to him, her head resting on his chest. he tensed for a second, but let her be.
silence filled the room, but their minds were racing.
“i like you.” he blurted out. regina’s eyes fluttered open. “you.. what?”
“i like you." he repeated, louder this time. “i think i’ve liked you for a while, i just didn't have a chance tell you because you were all over aaron all the time."
she laughed softly. “i like you too." she admitted. “i think i've liked you for a while as well.” rodrick’s grin returned, softer, warmer.
“this feels like a really intense therapy session." regina giggled, hitting his chest softly with her hand. she left it there.
they didn’t kiss, just they laid there, holding each other.
"this is nice. even if it’s a little messy.” regina murmured after a while.
“messy is kinda our thing at this point.” he said,planting a gentle kiss on her head.
and with that, regina and rodrick drifted off to sleep next to each other. no words, just warmth, and the quiet understanding that maybe this was the start of something new.
୨ৎ pairing : rodrick heffley x regina george
୨ৎ blurb : regina george is secretly dating rodrick heffley. when his band’s talent show song hints at their secret, rumors begin spreading. they have to navigate their own feelings, all without losing each other.
୨ৎ notes : saw this tt comment in a rodrina video and immediately took out my laptop to write lmao <3 angst incoming !!
the auditorium lights buzzed overhead, too bright, too warm. the kind of lighting that made people look shiny and fake. perfect for a school talent show.
regina sat near the back with her legs crossed and her expression carefully blank. if anyone noticed that she was here, which they eventually would, they’d assume she was just judging, the way she always does. not that she was waiting for the next act. not that her heart had been uneasily skipping all day.
when mr. jefferson mumbled something into the mic about “löded diper”, half the audience groaned. she's sure she heard someone in the front row laugh.
then the lights dimmed.
and there he was.
rodrick fucking heffley.
black jeans, signature smudged eyeliner, fading "löded diper" band tee and a shit eating grin plastered on his face.
he sits down, twirling his drum sticks before adjusting his mic. "he's not actually singing, right?" she hears someone near her say, clearly sarcastic. he leans into the mic, and begins to sing.
“she walks like she owns the place."
"every step brings someone down."
"yet i'd let her ruin me over and over again,"
"if it meant she stuck around.”
the laughter died down fast.
regina’s fingers curled around the edge of her seat, her throat tightening. he didn’t even have to say her name, everyone already knew the one girl that practically owned the school.
she could feel the eyes turning, the whispers rippling like static. “who do you think this songs about?” “wait- does he mean…?”
she brought her hand up, almost instinctively, to her chest. to the large rose gold “R” necklace resting against her skin. everyone thought it stood for regina, but the truth was smaller, heavier, and so much more dangerous.
it stood for rodrick.
and now, standing under that spotlight, he’d just made it everyone’s business.
it wasn’t supposed to get this far.
he was the exact types of boys her mother warned her about. grungy, loud. he literally smelled like gasoline and cheap aftershave.
but it's too late. her perfume lingered on his hoodies, her lipstick stained rims of his cups at home. and the necklace her gave her? burning around her neck.
when the song hit the school, a recording was passed around in group chats. regina knew it was over.
not them, necessarily. but the secretive part.
she walked down the hall the next morning, feeling everyone’s eyes on her. a few whispers, the words "rodrick and regina” tossed around. half teasing, half accusing.
even cady looked at her funny, like she believes the rumors might be true.
regina didn’t flinch. she smiled, of course. elegantly flipping her hair when someone asks her about it. "i don’t listen to loser garage bands.”
she swore she was about to lose her mind.
'where the hell is he?' she thought to herself.
then she remembered, she knew exactly where to find him. behind those disgusting bleachers in the gym strictly reserved for school meetings. and sure enough, when she enters, she spots him leaned against the wall with his eyes glued to his phone.
he looks up when he hears footsteps approaching and smiles when he sees that its her. “fancy seeing you here."
her stomach twisted. “what the hell is wrong with you?!"
he blinked. “uh.. i missed you too?”
she stepped closer, crossing her arms, every muscle pulled tight. “you wrote a song, rodrick. about me.”
adjusting his posture, he tilts his head. "did i?”
“don’t play dumb, rodrick. everyone knows.”
“knows what? that i wrote a song about a girl that might be you? it’s not like i said your name.”
“that’s not the point!” she snaps. “you think people are stupid? you think they won’t figure it?"
he raises his arms in defeat. “so what if they do?”
regina stared at him. for a second, she didn’t know what to say. she *knew* he was right, she just couldn’t let people know. she couldn’t let them see her like this; vulnerable and in love with someone who didn’t fit in the picture perfect world she’d built for herself.
“you don’t get it.” she whispered. “If they find out-”
“they’ll what?” he interrupts her, his voice cracking slightly. “they’ll stop inviting you to sit with them? they’ll call you names? who cares, regina? you hate them more than they hate you.”
her throat ached. “that’s not the same thing.”
“you can't be serious.” he muttered, playing with the strands of his hoodie anxiously.
she didn’t know how long they stood there.
rodrick finally broke the silence, rubbing the back of his neck. “look, i wasn’t trying to ruin your life or whatever. it’s just..” he hesitated. “when i write, i can’t lie about my feelings. i see you in everything, even when i don’t want to.”
she wanted to hate that, she really did. but instead, she was blushing like crazy.
regina had spent her entire life building herself into something untouchable. the perfect body, perfect friends, but rodrick had seen right through it. seen the exhaustion, the loneliness, the girl who'd stayed up all night staring at the ceiling wondering who she could've been if she wasn’t the regina george.
and now he’d written her down. no, immortalized her. not as the 'queen bee', but as a person.
that's what terrified her the most.
and when she finally spoke, her voice small. “you shouldn’t've done that.”
he nodded. “i know.”
silence.
“i just…” she trailed off, fingers grazing the necklace. “i don’t want people to ruin this, i want it private. just you and me. ours"
he looked at her then- really looked. “then let’s keep it that way.”
she frowned. “how? you already-”
“i’ll write something else." he said quickly. “make them think it’s someone else. heather, maybe.”
regina struggled to keep a giggle in. “heather would love that.”
he shrugged, smiling faintly. “then she gets what she wants, and so do you.”
she obviously hated the idea that rodrick would write a love song about anyone but her, but she had to let it slide through.
she wanted to laugh, cry? something. but instead, she just nods. “okay.”
rodrick takes a few steps closer to her. “for the record.." he said softly, “i wasn’t trying to out us. i just… wanted to say something real. you make me want to be real.”
her heart clenched. no one had ever said something like that to her before, not even aaron.
regina didn’t reply, she just looked at him. his messy hair, the dark circles under his dark brown eyes, the half smile on his face that made everything feel less terrifying.
then she reached up, her fingers softly grazing the 'R' on her necklace.
he playfully whines, taking her free hand into his. “don't tell me you're thinking of taking it off.”
“i won't." she said, voice steadying. “for now, if anyone asks, i’ll tell them it stands for regina.” her eyes meet his. “but i'll tell people what it really stands for.. eventually.”
rodrick looked at her like she was an angel sent from heaven. “yeah.” he said quietly. “i know.”
that night, regina sat on her chair, infront of her mirror, wiping off her makeup.
the whispers and gossip at school would die down eventually. they always did.
she looked at her reflection. mascara smudged, hair undone, eyes soft like a doe.
she thought of rodrick. how he's probably in his basement banging on his drums until his parents' eardrums bled.
they weren’t perfect. they weren’t even supposed to make sense.
but somehow, in all the lies, they’d found something real.
and for regina, that was enough.
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Never knew how absolutely essential Regina George x Rodrick Heffley was in my life but it makes perfect sense and I will now inject it into my bloodstream thank you 😗
I need Eddie Diaz to get smug and cocky when he learns about Tommy being jealous of him. I need him to know he’s fine shit and nobody will replace his relationship with Buck. I need him to know he can take Buck at any moment (who is happily taken) and not feel bad about it cause Tommy was always a shitty boyfriend to Buck.
I want you to remember:
The fascists hate you too and they just will pretend otherwise until after they've killed the rest of us, before they turn on you.
Thanks to whoever tried, but I knew they'd never allow it.
Let's do it the old fashioned way. Spread it far and wide.
