Hi made this on impulse because I just want to post about how hot Rodrick is and sadly he does not exist in my life so I am going to write fanfiction about it 💔
A/N: I saw Lenwood and this hit me straight in the head. He's kinda cute but Rodrick still wins.
Just a bit of spice but nothing too obscene this time
🥁At first you were some hot chick that was Rodrick had tag along during practice (before you got together)
🥁Being in a shitty band was to no one’s surprise, a girl repellent
🥁Especially after what happened at Heather’s birthday party, no girl within a 20 mile radius would ever go near the band
🥁That’s why when Rodrick had brought you along, it immediately brought the attention of the other members
🥁He would seethe with jealousy whenever Ben or Chris would try to talk to you
🥁
Meeting Rodrick was certainly an interesting experience. While you both were technically in the same high school cohort, you never really interacted much. You first saw him perform at Heather Hill’s Sweet Sixteen while chaperoning your 16 year old sister at the party. You watched his rendition of Justin Bieber's ‘Baby’, completely failing to serenade Heather Hills, trying to stifle your giggles at the off key singing. Everything was then turned up to eleven when Rodrick hit the chorus, activating his hidden pyrotechnics and (literally)blowing everyone off their feet within a meter radius. Your eyes lit up in enjoyment as you watched the chaos unfold, as Heather’s rage was unleashed at Rodrick ending in both of them covered in chocolate from a fountain that was toppled.
You never really understood your sister’s inclination to suck up to Heather. Maybe it was because she was rich and popular but you knew those things never lasted. Grabbing a napkin, you walked over and stood over Rodrick’s chocolate covered body.
“Need a hand?” Rodrick looked up to see a familiar face. He always remembered staring at you when he had bothered to attend hall assembly and always wondered where you had gone since you weren’t in any of his classes.
“Um y-yeah.” He managed to stutter out, trying to hide his embarrassment from his failed serenade. Sitting up, he cleaned himself with the napkin you offered and thanked you. That night you ended up bonding over 2 iced slushies and talking shit about teachers from high school. So why did you hang out with this loser who just embarrassed himself in front of a group of people to get his crush? It was a giant mystery to Rodrick but he knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth. He was certain after this incident he would be an even bigger girl repellent after it goes through the teenage rumour mill.
And he was right. After that it seemed every girl in his vicinity would avoid him like the plague. Every girl except you. After exchanging numbers, you would text each other constantly. Mostly it was just small talk, ‘how was class?’. But between those texts, long conversations about new music from your favourite bands were shared. Rodrick came to find out, you were one of those girls actually interested in hardcore music like rock and metal. You were a diamond in a bag of coal and he knew he couldn’t lose that. His first mistake was inviting you to band practice.
You were interested in the music they play especially when Rodrick clarified that ‘Baby’ wasn’t their usual genre and they actually played rock music. As Ben and Chris walked into the Heffley’s shed for band practice, they took a few steps back as you waved at them from inside before returning back to your magazine. Hurrying over to Rodrick, they immediately questioned the presence of a hot babe hanging around during band practice.
“Rod! Whose the babe?” Ben whisper shouted, which was still audible to you. You stifled a giggle, trying not to burst into laughter.
“She’s my friend. And that means none of you creeps, can try and hit on her. Now let’s get to practice, you weirdos.” Rodrick brushed off their curiosity and rushed them to start. He knew you only as a friend and wasn’t sure if you were interested in anything more. Everything was just so new that he didn’t want to ruin it again by asking you immediately. But inside, he felt a strange tingle whenever Ben or Chris tried to impress you during practice as you watched. Those two constantly tried to one up each other while Rodrick just played his drums even harder in anger watching the pathetic display.
Everybody knew girls would always go for the singer or guitarist in a band. Who cared about the drummers? They were always in the back and nobody paid attention to them. Those thoughts made Rodrick even madder, hitting his drums with even more force.
‘SNAP!’
That caused Ben and Chris’s competition to come to a pause as they heard the drums suddenly stop. Pausing for a moment, both boys turn back to see Rodrick angrily glaring into space as he holds a broken drumstick.
“Hey Rodrick… Are you okay? Do you want to grab a new stick and restart?” Ben asked.
Realising everyone was now looking at him he shook off his angry glare and came back to his senses. Shaking his head, he decided to end practice right then and there.
“Nope, practice over. Go home losers, we’ll continue this next week.” Rodrick huffed. With a shrug of their shoulders, Ben and Chris left wondering what made their leader so angry. That question also lingered in your head as you carefully approached Rodrick.
“Rodrick, are you really okay? What happened?” His head snaps to attention as he realised you had watched the entire display. Rodrick grimaced slightly before thinking of a reasonable response.
“I just- I didn’t like the way they were looking at you and they kept trying to impress you. JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE A CHICK, DOESN’T MEAN YOU SHOULD HAVE TO DEAL WITH GUYS TRYING TO-”
“Rodrick, do you like me?” That question stopped him in his rambles. He fumbled trying to come up with a response.
“L-like? Yeah! I like you as a friend…!” You raised an eyebrow, which broke his fickle facade. His shoulders slouched in defeat as he admitted his feelings.
“Yeah… I like you. I just didn’t want to say anything because you would think I’m a creep and you’re a really good friend. Finally someone else also appreciates the music of Fall Out Boy and doesn’t just call it that poser emo crap and-”
“Rodrick, I like you too.” This time his words stopped again, but instead of embarrassment he felt relief.
-
⛱️After that whole incident, you got together
⛱️Whenever you go in public his hand seems to be glued to you
⛱️He glares at any creeps that dare to look at you up and down but you know he would run at any sign of a confrontation (he would drag you along as well)
⛱️However still he loves bringing you out on slushie dates and would try to fight off annoying teenage boy that might be in the vicinity
⛱️When summer hits, you drag him along to the pool to cool off
⛱️While the prospect of seeing you in a swimsuit was enticing, he was put off at the general idea
⛱️Rodrick tends to avoid going to the public pool
⛱️Firstly, it's just really gross, filled with icky kids and old people
⛱️But secondly, Lenwood Heath was there, your ex…
⛱️It was already bad enough at the pool with everyone able to ogle your very visible body, even worse your ex was there as the lifeguard.
⛱️Lenwood Heath now was mister perfect, after military school beat every bad bone out of his body
⛱️But when you dated him, he was the baddest boy around
⛱️Lenwood was now the perfect gentleman that was your ex turned friend after an amicable breakup, and Rodrick hated it.
⛱️
Summer came hot and heavy, punishing everyone in its path. The beach wasn’t an option for escape as it was a long drive away and currently infested with sharks. So Rodrick had to settle for the public pool. It wasn’t the ideal situation but there were no alternatives left to killing the heat.
“Come on Rodrick, the faster we get there the faster we can get into the pool to cool off.”
Rodrick dragged his feet along the hot pavement, scraping his plastic sandals along. Moving in this heat was exhausting but he pushed through, eventually settling his items down on a nearby chair. As you got to apply sunscreen, Rodrick sat under the shade waiting. However, a distant voice seemed to call out from afar.
Walking towards you both was Lenwood Heath. With his perfectly quaffed hair and dazzling smile, he approached with a disciplined stroll. As he got near, he went in for a friendly hug which put Rodrick’s boyfriend alarms to the max. Why did Lenwood Heath know who you were and why was he so touchy with you? Rodrick stood up immediately as you returned the hug, cutting it short by shoving his body in between the both of you.
“Heyyy Lenwood, what are you doing here huh?” Rodrick says, in a failed attempt at intimidation.
“I work here?”
“Right, yes. And uh how do you know my girlfriend so well?” Managing to dig out another sentence from the empty reservoir of his mind. This seemed to surprise Lenwood for a short second which Rodrick took as a small victory.
“Oh! I didn’t know you guys were dating. Congratulations.” Heath smiled brightly, with a genuine gaze.
“We used to date, but we broke up when he got sent to military school and still kept in touch as friends throughout his stay there.” You explained, weaving your arm around Rodrick and looking for his response.
As Heath made his leave, Rodrick was still grimacing but dragged you into the pool before you could say anything. You both enter the pool and sigh at the relief the cool water offers. Relaxing in a public pool was always a difficult task but Rodrick made it ever so bearable by acting as a human shield against the other gross bodies in the pool for you. And for that he was rewarded with a nice and deep kiss.
“Mmhm. I don’t like how touchy Lenwood was with you babe.” He confessed, leaning his forehead against yours before moving his lips down to your neck.
“Rodrick, I swear we weren’t anything serious and now we are just friends- ow!” You exclaimed as he bit down with a small amount of force on your neck, creating a visible hickey. Rodrick continues his assault down your neck as you start to get slightly breathless from the intimacy.
“Nuh uh. That doesn’t mean he gets to touch you. You’re my girlfriend.” You run your fingers through his hair, unable to decide whether to tug him away or pull him in closer. Suddenly a squeaky voice pulls you out of the moment of intimacy.
“MISTER LIFEGUARD, THEY’RE KISSING IN THE POOOOL.” A child screams. Your cheeks filled with embarrassment as Lenwood walked over with an awkward expression.
“Guys, I’m sorry but if you want to do that kind of stuff I have to get you guys out of the pool now.” He says, with a stern voice but laced with hints of apologies. Rodrick glares up at Lenwood before getting out of the pool with you. Drying off, you both carry your things to the van before changing into your clothes and settling into the seats with the AC on full blast.
“Rodrick if you’re uncomfortable with me being friends with Heath I understand but-”
“Nope. Not at all” He interrupts, cutting off your train of thought.
“Wait what-”
“Because you have a type, babe. You have a thing for bad boys, and Heath is straighter than an arrow now so I’m not worried.” He shrugs his shoulders, looking at you with a knowing smirk while you shy away at his pin accurate deduction.
“All I have to worry about is being the baddest boy around for you to stick with me, am I right?” Moving closer, he held your gaze as you felt his breath on his lips
“How about you show me how much of a bad boy you are right now?” Rodrick’s grin deepens and his eyes lower, flicking to the clothes he wanted to tear away from your body.
-
📓Even at home he wasn’t safe from everybody trying to take your attention away from him
📓Greg, to his greatest nightmare, had taken a liking to you
📓You were the cool older girl that hung around the house when Rodrick had invited you over
📓At first he was intimidated, unsure of your motives
📓But once you stopped Rodrick once from bothering him, he clung like glue
📓Greg constantly came to you for advice about how to woo Holly Hills
📓Describing his ridiculous plans and totally unrealistic world view
📓You would giggle at his childish antics but did sit him down on how to actually talk to girls
📓This was a complete NO in Rodrick’s book
📓How could his annoying snotty brother steal you away in his own home?
📓And Greg wasn’t the only one he had competition with
📓As you had gotten closer to the Heffley’s, babysitting Manny had become another way to hang out with Rodrick while Susan and Frank were freed up to go on date nights
📓However your entire attention was given to manny, playing this toys and entertaining the small toddler
📓Completely ignoring Rodrick, to his chagrin
📓
“So I was thinking. What if I took you to the dance, which would totally make Holly jealous and she would try to fight for my love!” Greg proposed, waving his hands in an effort to make his proposal more enticing. You took in a moment of shock and laughter before properly responding.
“Greg, that is a TERRIBLE idea. You’ll never get her like that, just ask her out normally to the dance. I’m sure she would accept.” You said as you ruffled his hair. Greg looked down nervously at the idea of directly asking Holly out.
“Are you sure?” He questioned. You laughed and nodded in response.
“Yes Greg I’m sure. And even if you wanted me to come to the dance, you would have to ask my boyfriend for permission first.” Your statement quickly caught the attention of Rodrick who rushed to the scene.
“GREG DID YOU JUST ASK MY GIRLFRIEND OUT TO THE DANCE!” Greg gulped nervously before running straight up the stairs, avoiding a raging Rodrick.
“Oh you are so dead twerp.” Rodrick announced to Greg's horror. Before he ran up, you held Rodrick by the arm and pulled him close.
“Take it easy on the kid okay?” He glared back immediately but relented to your puppy dog eyes and a few soft kisses left on his face. His shoulders fell before kissing you back properly. Letting go of his arm, you only watched as he walked upstairs to continue terrorizing his brother.
Thinking about his happy trail and body in general….
A/N: I reckon he's a teenage boy so he's kinda gross in general but god I still wanna let my hands roam all over
Nsfw content!! Also just description of stinky teen boy. Rodrick is 18/19 in this fic!!
✂️Rodrick is pretty unkempt
✂️The only reason his room isn’t considered a biohazard zone is from Susan’s relentless pestering
✂️With the lack of care his room gets you can imagine how much care he puts into his body as well..
✂️It’s quite apparent the first time you see each other topless he doesn’t bother with shaving at all
✂️He likes to keep everything from his face to way down there all natural~
✂️When he starts growing facial hair, you get to work
✂️Plucking each individual hair from his chin becomes a good bonding activity for the both of you
✂️While he does whine every time a hair is pulled out, he likes being doted on by you
✂️
“Rodrick, stop moving.” You hold his chin as you lay atop him on his bed. One hand holding his face close while in the other an instrument of torture to Rodrick. Each hair plucked from his face lights his nerves on fire and brings him close to tears.
“It hurts! I don’t understand how chicks do this all the time.” You roll your eyes at the label of ‘chicks’ and proceed to pluck another stray hair as retaliation.
“Ow!” He winced again.
“Rodrick, I swear to god if you move again I’m plucking your nose hairs.” He stilled immediately.
-
🧼Outside of grooming his face, you don’t really touch any other hair on his body
🧼A mention of how bad his armpits smelled(especially since he loved saving it for greg) got him to immediately start washing and shaving that area clean
🧼He already lucked out at life by getting a hot girlfriend, he didn’t want to risk it by being stinky and driving you away
🧼He also makes the effort to shower more often to smell good for you
🧼Going from a shocking twice a week to three times a week on the specific days he sees you
🧼It’s a work in progress
🧼
The summer heat had melted everything it touched. With the killing heat beating down on everyone, cooling down had become an issue. It was a Saturday, spending the day with Rodrick had become routine. However one thing prevented you from your usual cuddling.
“I am NOT coming anywhere near you right now Rodrick.” You held your breath to prevent gagging from the smell. It was clear Rodrick hadn’t showered in a few days. Usually, in the colder climate it wasn’t a huge issue. But as summer came it became a deadly time bomb, waiting to strike.
“Babe, I'm sure it's not that bad.” Rodrick laughed nervously, sweat beading down his forehead. Lowering his head to his pits caused him to immediately gag away. His tongue gagging out of his mouth like he was trying to eject the scent from his nostrils.
“Oh shit yeah-” He just nodded in agreement to your previous statement. Realizing how bad the situation was he locked himself in the bathroom out of embarrassment. Even with endless amounts of begging, Rodrick didn’t let you in until he felt he accomplished his mission of trying to smell better. At first, two sticks of deodorant were sacrificed to the pits of doom. When that didn’t work he tried shaving off all the hair that grew there, only avoiding cuts as he barely remembered a shaving lesson from Frank. After all that, he relented to the last resort he dreaded. A real shower….
A few knocks came through the door, it all seemed but muffled by the sound of running water from the other side.
“Rodrick, babe are you okay in there?” You hear the water stop and the curtains being drawn. A few moments later immerges Rodrick from a steamy shower in all his shirtless glory, with only a wet towel held around his waist.
“My lady, I have conquered the enemy of Sir Stinkerton. Am I finally worthy of your embrace?” He says with an exaggerated tone of royalty, giving you a deep royal bow. You giggle at his stupidity and offer him a hand like a proper lady.
“Well good sir, I think now I am unworthy to be in your embrace. Would you like to join me in another round to defeat our enemies?” Grabbing your hand, Rodrick looked up mischievously. Accepting your invitation and dragging you back into the bathroom for another shower. Maybe taking showers wasn't that bad after all, Rodrick thought. Maybe…
-
🫧Now onto the real fun part
🫧His happy trail…
🫧He never really paid attention to his own body until he started dating you
🫧He had heard that the ladies love a hairy guy because it meant that he was more manly
🫧So he never really bothered to shave down there
🫧You however, loved teasing him with it
🫧Trailing your fingers down slowly, following its path down to the real prize
🫧He gets all whiney when you tease him but he can’t do much to argue against it
🫧If you want to be really mean you pluck a few hairs to keep him in place
🫧
You walked your fingers down, following the trail of hair that grew there. It had been another day full of crazy heffley antics that were done in order to bring the family closer together. Of course being Rodrick’s girlfriend you were roped into it. While it was amusing to watch the family’s various dynamics with each other, you were lucky enough to convince Susan to let you sleepover due to how late it had gotten. With you in Rodrick’s room, you both promised to not make too much noise.
Rodrick tried to ignore the attention you were giving to the lower half of his body, focusing instead on the phone in his hands but to no avail. Your hands trailed lower and lower, causing his cock to twitch slightly from the light touching.
“Is somebody happy to see me?” You smiled, giving full attention to his crotch. Moving even lower now, your hands ghosted over the outline of his bulge through his sweatpants. It became even more enticing when it was evident he chose not to wear boxers.
“Mmph..Yes…” He bit his lip as you continued to fondle him through his pants, holding back from moaning out loud. All that came out of his mouth were small whines, but you intended to change that. Closing in on his body, you started by leaving soft kisses from his chest down to his stomach. Giving extra care to the kisses that approached his stomach. Each kiss landed softly on his body, sending tingles up his spine as you went lower and lower. At this point, his phone had been thrown to the side to pay attention to his super hot girlfriend basically going down on him.
Sliding his pants down, you let his cock out as you continued kissing downwards. Approaching the final prize, his cock twitched in anticipation. His hands gripped the sheets tightly from the light kisses you left on his balls. Your mouth hovers over his length, Rodrick shivers from the drop of spit you let land on it. Your hands start to work the spit around his dick, using a mixture of it and the precum that leaks from his tip to lubricate it. Once you deem your work to be done, your mouth completely envelops his tip and gives it a light suck.
“OoOH! Mmmph.” His hands are red from digging his nails into his palms, trying his best not to make too much noise. He definitely didn’t want his Mom walking in on this. He resorts to biting his lip again in an effort to prevent any more unexpected moans from coming out. After a quick warning glare, you continued on blowing your boyfriend. Your hands work at the base while you move your mouth up and down dick. After a good warm up, you finally decide it was time to pull out your finishing move.
Taking his dick out of your mouth for a short moment, you took a deep breath before going down again.
“What are you- ohh!” A breathless moan comes out of Rodrick’s mouth as he feels your throat start to envelop his cock inch by inch. He feels the tight, wet walls of your throat start to slightly squeeze around his intruding cock. Within a small amount of time, you worked your way to the base of him. The tip of his cock touching the back of your throat. The sensation causes you to gag. You tried to move off slightly but his hips stuttered up and a hand came to weave itself into your hair. You held onto his thighs as Rodrick fucked his dick up into your throat, with his hand holding you in place.
“S-shit babe, sorry you feel too good let me just-” With a few shallow thrusts up, you feel as he comes down your throat. Immediately releasing you from his grip and allowing you to move back up. As his cum fills your throat, you try your best to swallow as much to prevent choking on it. Releasing him from your mouth, a few dribbles of cum trailed out from your mouth. Rodrick watched as you used your tongue to lick up the remaining drops and swallow it down. He groans at the action, getting half hard at the unintentional sexy display you just put on.
“Uh, let me get you some water.” Rodrick says as he rushes to put on his pants and grab you a glass. You nod as he leaves the room and lay down to relax from the work just done. Coming back in, he hands you a refreshing glass of water that you gulp down, washing the taste of cum from your mouth.
“Can I… Um return the favour?” Rodrick asks shyly, twiddling his fingers and looking at you with his brown puppy dog eyes. You shake your head and drag him into bed, too tired to deal with his shenanigans.
“Maybe another day babe. I’m tired and you still kinda suck at giving head, but I'll teach you when I have the energy for it.” Wrapping yourself around him, he buries his head into your chest as a soft apology and relaxes into your touch.
The next morning you are surprised with breakfast in bed, pancakes drizzled in honey and waffles that were only slightly charred. It also came with a pretty cute server, but you only let him know that after he brought you your orange juice.
A/N: I'm learning how to mosh rn but I'm also terrified of getting bodied in the pit....
Just fluff this time hehe
🥁Now that Rodrick had turned 19, Susan started to loosen her tight reins slightly
🥁Very slightly
🥁Things like curfew still stayed the same, but it was open to exceptions
🥁Everything started with a whisper, about an underground event being put together by some older rockers and band players in the neighbourhood.
🥁While it was a small community, it was tight knit and strong.
🥁Flyers for band auditions started appearing on lamp posts and around bulletin boards.
🥁Rodrick immediately gathered the band together after spotting a poster lying on the ground.
🥁
“Guys, look! The ‘Hideout’ is holding band auditions and if we pass we get to play in their night of rock and roll.” Rodrick said to his bandmates, almost on the brink of (manly)squealing at the excitement. His bandmates shared the same sentiment.
After years of failed attempts at getting their ‘big break’ the quick and easy way, Rodrick had finally realised the way to the top required a lot of work. While he thought it was a pain in the ass to have to build from the ground up, he wanted to do it anyway. He would do anything to keep playing his music.
-
🎵Band practice started immediately
🎵New songs written, mixed in with older ones getting refined
🎵Loaded Diaper was determined to get into that show and stopped at nothing
🎵The once lazy teenagers transformed into machines, drilling each riff, each beat into their bodies and their bones.
🎵You joined and observed each practice and took notice of their dedication to the music
🎵However you worried, and did remind them to take breaks after long practice sets and brought refreshments along.
🎵
“That set was great, guys. Drew, great vocals but your guitar is falling behind and Chris clean up that bass line man. Okay, chop chop 15 minute break.” Rodrick commanded as band leader. Standing up from your makeshift seat, you bring over a small bottle of water and a small bag of chips along. His hand reached for the bottle first, taking big gulps of water to replenish the buckets of sweat that was produced from his intense drumming.
The other hand, grabbed a handful of chips and stuffed them straight into his mouth. He chewed them with speed and swallowed them down in one mouth.
“Mmhm thanks babe, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” His dopey smile directed up at you as you stood by his side. His arms moved to encircle your hips, holding you closer and attempting to draw you into a kiss.
“Ew Rodrick no! You’re gross and sweaty right now, I’ll kiss you after practice and a shower.” You push him away playfully, staring down at his sad puppy eyes.
“Promise..?” Rodrick was really turning on his charms now, pouting his lips along with his pleading eyes. You nod and laugh at his ‘charming’ display.
-
🎙️The audition went awesome
🎙️The band showed off a new song and played with precision
🎙️The countless hours of practice paid off and they got into the show
🎙️News of it reached you immediately as Rodrick called you as soon as he reached home
🎙️Squeals of delight came from both of you on the phone that night
🎙️Now the issue was convincing his parents to let him play in the show….
🎙️While Rodrick always has been…. Rodrick
🎙️With you he seemed to have pulled up his metaphorical trousers
🎙️While Susan has always been supportive of her son’s endeavors, she always ensures safety is priority
🎙️That means she would not let her son go to some dingy bar and stay till the sun went down completely.
🎙️Unless she was there too…
🎙️
“Mom please you have to let me play this gig. I swear this place is super safe. I've been too- I mean I heard it's a nice place and have never ever gone in there before because that would not be legal.” Rodrick pleaded, hoping to appeal to her motherly nature.
Susan went deep into thought as Frank immediately started shaking his head, pushing the idea away at all cost. How could he let his son perform in a bar? He already hated the idea of Rodrick being in such a band, but to play in a shady place where he can’t even legally drink yet was preposterous.
“Well… I think since you want it so bad..” Rodrick nodded desperately.
“I’ll only accept it on one condition. We will watch the show as well and drive you back before 10pm.” Susan said, crossing her arms to reinforce how serious she was about it. She knew this was something Rodrick would try to do anyway so it would be better if she got to see it in person.
“What?!” Both Frank and Rodrick proclaimed, one shocked at the acceptance of the situation and the other at its conditions. After a good moment of serious thinking, Rodrick slowly nodded his head. It was going to be his first real gig after the disaster that was Heather Hill’s birthday party last summer. If he had to suffer through the embarrassment of having his parents at his gig, he would do it.
“Fine, but just don’t start dancing weirdly again. I want people to pay attention to our music and not your strange dance moves.” Rodrick grumbled.
“Also 10pm is way too early! I won’t get to see the other bands. How about 11pm?” He pleaded, hoping to convince his mother to push his normal curfew later.
“10pm is 10pm” Susan reaffirmed.
“1045” Another plea came.
“1020” Susan shot back.
“1030”
And with that final offer, Susan relented. She nodded in defeat as Rodrick rushed upstairs to update you on the situation. While it wasn’t exactly ideal, it was still going to happen. And he wanted you by his side as he did it.
-
🎶The day finally came.
🎶Rodrick spent the day biting his nails, sitting at his drum set to really get truly intune
🎶While rehearsals went well, the nerves still got to him
🎶His leg worked overtime, shaking nonstop
🎶Loading up his drum set and the other instruments into his van, he finally made a move to the venue with you in the passenger seat and his bandmates in the back with the instruments
🎶Greg complained how unfair it was that he was stuck at home with Manny, unable to tag along.
🎶Grandpa had been called over to watch over the two young boys as Susan and Frank left the house.
🎶Reaching the venue, the set up went quick.
🎶
Rodrick’s hands were shaking. He had just finished setting up his drum set while his other band members worked on getting their guitar and bass connected to the amps. He knew that if they played that night well, Loaded Diaper was definitely gonna get invited to play more gigs. And with more gigs meant more exposure. More exposure means they could finally start getting paid for playing their music. It became the dream that was within reach.
Rodrick still dreamt big, hoping to get their music noticed by a music label. But this seemed like a good start, which he wanted to go well. Snapping out of his thoughts, he felt your hands glide over his.
“Are you nervous?” He moved his head up to meet your eyes, he nodded.
“Rodrick, I want you to take a deep breath. You guys practiced like hell, and sound great. You got this. Now I want you to go up there and rock their pants off. Okay?” At that moment, the chatter of the bar seemed to fade into the background. Rodrick could only feel your presence and your touch. He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath in and letting his anxiety flow out with his breath. Opening his eyes, Rodrick moves forward and gives you a deep and powerful kiss. All his adrenaline pumping through his veins, giving him a high like never before. Releasing you from his hold, this time a genuine smile appears on his face.
“Thanks babe.” He says before walking up onto stage. Loaded Diaper being the opening band played to a few less than eager patrons who were waiting for their favourites to play. But with a few songs, the band manages to sway the crowd's opinion and gets them to start rocking along. A small mosh starts at the front, rocking along to the band’s intense drum solo and sick guitar riffs. You shuffle to the back of the crowd, joining Susan and Frank watching peacefully. Contrasting the chaotic movements at the front.
“Woo..! Haha. Go Rodrick!” Susan shouted out supportively, throwing a small fist bump awkwardly into the air. Frank tightened his grip on Susan, ensuring she wouldn't leave his side to start joining the circle at the center and ‘bust a move’. Rodrick normally would cringe at his mother’s bad attempts at being supportive. However, this time he was so wrapped up in the music that everything else just became background noise. The only thing he focused on was the beat, his muscle memory kicking in and the rhythm flowing out of his hands onto the drum set.
The set ends with a powerful bang and too loud cheers accompanied by applause. The band takes a second to take their breaths after such an intense set before getting up and helping to switch over to the next band. With their items placed away, Rodrick joins you at the table his parents and you have taken seats at.
“Rodrick you were amazing. I got as much as I could on the video camera, we definitely need to go home and watch it again.” Susan proclaimed excitedly. Most times, Rodrick definitely did not want his mother documenting his life with that stupid video camera. But this time he was glad his mom captured it.
“Thanks mom…” He said softly, looking down to avoid his parent’s gazes. As Susan and Frank get up to retrieve the food they ordered from the bar, Rodrick let out a breath and buried his head into your shoulder.
“You know they’re right. You did awesome tonight babe and I’m sure you will get more gigs after this.” You lift a hand to run through his messy hair, ignoring the sweat that causes his hair to stick together. Rodrick turns his head to face you, eyes drooping from the lack of energy after his adrenaline fueled performance.
“Yeah… I really hope so. But now I just want to go home and sleep ughhhh.” He groans, completely unprepared at the amount of energy that the performance took out of him. You nudge him off your shoulder and get him to sit up.
“Babe you literally begged your mom to extend your curfew to 1030pm so you can watch the other bands. Do you really want to go back now?” Hearing your statement causes him to shoot straight up. He brought a few slaps to his face to wake himself up. Just in time, Susan and Frank appeared at the table with some fries and chicken wings. Rodrick grabbed both immediately and stuffed them into his mouth. Susan chided his lack of manners but Rodrick couldn’t care less. Finishing his food and wiping his dirty hands on his pants, he grabbed your hands and pulled you into the crowd to dance.
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🌙The night was a success
🌙The band played an awesome show and even managed to book another gig that very night
🌙As the clock hit 1030pm, Frank and Susan ushered the both of you out of the bar and into the car
🌙Driving back, the Heffley’s dropped you off at your house.
🌙With a quick kiss goodbye and a promise to call, Rodrick finally let you go from the car.
🌙Once home he picked up the phone on the first ring, bringing the home phone up to his room.
🌙
Laying on his bed, his legs dangled and reached the floor. The phone was held close to his ear as he listened to your breath.
“I’m really proud of you Rodrick, you guys did great.” You said, pausing for a few moments awaiting his response. Silence follows.
“Rodrick? Babe?” You ask again, seeking a response that never comes. A loud snore comes through your speaker, followed by a soft exhale. Rodrick had passed out from exhaustion. You giggled, you definitely were going to bring this up at your next date and hold it over him for the next few months. But for now you were going to let him rest from the eventful day. Muttering a soft, ‘sweet dreams’, into his ear through the phone, you hung up. A smile appears on Rodrick’s sleeping face, hearing the sweet voice of you in his dreams.
A/N:I just got my new bikinis so I thought this would be fun hehehe
No smut but a bit spicy! Rodrick is 18/19 in this fic
🌺The moment you asked him to watch you model bikinis he died on the spot.
🌺You are not going to get coherent answers and any valuable feedback from him, all the blood from his brain rushed straight to his pants
🌺
“Hey babe what do you think of this set?” You turn around to see Rodrick quickly grab a pillow to cover his lap.
“Uhhh you look so hot in it.” Rodrick drooled at the sight in front of him. Absorbing every curve and dip of your body exposed to him was the only thing running through his mind at the moment.
“Do you think its okay if i-”
“Yeahhhh.” He nodded without a second thought, letting the words slip out of his mouth.
“Rodrick! Are you even paying attention!”
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🏖️Once you reach the beach he does not ever leave your side
🏖️His hand is glued to your hip
🏖️He acts like a guard dog, giving the death stare to anyone who would put their puny disgusting eyes on his gorgeous girlfriend.
🏖️It’s also his way of staking his claim and showing everyone else that he managed to get someone as hot as you
🏖️You have to force Rodrick to put some sunscreen on himself.
🏖️He doesn’t like the feel of sunscreen on his skin but the alternative was having a burnt boyfriend for the next 2 weeks whose skin would start peeling off like a lizard.
🏖️
“Come on babe it’s just a bit of sunscreen it's not going to hurt.” Rodrick grimaced, he hated the feeling of a wet cream on his skin not to mention the odd smell that it always had.
“I’m fine, I don’t need sunscreen. I’m naturally sun resistant and I don’t mind getting a sick tan.” He smacked his pasty white chest, trying to weasel his way out of putting on the sunscreen. You shook your head, unwilling to relent.
“Well if you don’t apply your sunscreen I don’t think I need your help putting on mine since you don’t want any on you.” After hearing your statement, he immediately dumped a huge glob of sunscreen on his hands and started to cover his arms and legs at lightning speed.
After he finishes with his own coverage, his hands start to shake at the opportunity to put some on yours.
As you lay on your chest, you untie your bikini top and allow him full access to your back.
Rodrick spends a good few seconds drooling over your bare back and ass before slapping himself back to sense.
He applies the first few dollops of sunscreen with caution, trying to be gentle and not too rough while rubbing it into your skin.
However as he continues he gets more daring, hands wandering down your back
You feel his hands reach the top of your ass which is when you decide to end his fun.
“Okay that’s enough babe, I think you got my whole back.” You smiled, pushing yourself up and turning to sit on the mat properly.
“Do you need any help with your front or-”
“Nope. I think I’m a bit thirsty, can you grab the water from the van please?” Rodrick pouted as he left. Dragging his feet a bit he went to fetch your water like the dutiful boyfriend he was even with his head hung low. You felt slightly bad about bullying him like this so you planned on giving him a little treat.
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🌊The day at the beach was spent with a relaxing swim accompanied by some splashing around.
🌊You actually managed to get Rodrick to touch water (which he acted like he was allergic too)
🌊Getting him knee-deep into water was already a huge accomplishment so you didn’t force him any further.
🌊Sandcastles were also another thing he refused at first but you managed to convince him it wasn’t only reserved for snot-nosed brats like his brothers.
🌊Speaking of his brothers, Rodrick was glad this was a family free affair.
🌊He knew he would have a hellish time if he had to deal with his annoying brothers while trying to hide his very obvious boner from his parents from looking at you half naked.
🌊Susan was reluctant at first to let you both go alone to the beach but was convinced by the display of young love and the promise that the both of you would be home in time for family dinner together.
🌊
“Oh you’re back! How was the beach?” Susan asked as she brought out the various dishes onto the dining table. You rushed to put down your things and entered the kitchen to help her with putting down the plates.
“It was fun! I took some photos if you want to see later.” Her eyes seemed to sparkle at the notion of photos. Distributing the plates, you dumped a stack of utensils into Rodrick’s hands to place down as well.
“That would be great, I can put them in the photoalbum with Rodrick’s baby photos when we took him to the beach for the first time.” She sighed lovingly. At the mention of his own baby he groans.
“Mommmm. Ugh can we not talk about those, it's embarrassing!” He rolled his eyes, at this point in time he wished he never existed. Susan giggled at her son’s embarrassment.
“You say that because you haven’t seen how cute you were. I’ll have to show you some after dinner.” She smiles, promising an interesting presentation to you while ignoring her son’s groans of misery.
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🎸An embarrassing amount of baby photos were shown that night. Greg laughed relentlessly while Rodrick sent countless amounts of death stares Greg’s way until it reached Greg’s baby photos.
🎸Manny seemed to stay in his own world, playing with his own toys while sitting on his mother’s lap.
🎸Time had gone by in a flash and it had gotten dark.
🎸Susan offered you to stay the night and you graciously accepted.
🎸Heading up to Rodrick’s room, he shuffled you in and closed the door as fast as possible before his mom could try giving another talk about the Birds and the Bees to him.
🎸Finally back in the privacy of his room, you decided to reward him for his good behaviour during the day and give him another private showing of your bikini.
He probably smells like stank nacho cheese and doesn't shower because he hates water like a cat. You gotta wrangle him to even drink something other than soda
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