bf!rodrick who swore he'd never in a million years fall for one of the plastics. if you asked him who he fancied last year, he'd shrug and say, "dunno.. someone who'd wanna tour with the band. oh, and they can't wear pink. löded diper policy."
bf!rodrick who'd see you strutting down the hall, heels clicking as you transformed the linoleum floors into a runway. he'd sneer from his locker and chuck a spitball at you, muttering a snarky, "chicks dig bad boys!" to his bandmates.
bf!rodrick who asked you to be his girlfriend on prom night. he stood outside your house in formal clothes (in his definition, formal means anything that isn't pajamas) holding up a handmade sign that said, "you löded my diper when no one else would. will you let me be your böyfriend?" in sharpie. you scoffed at the sight, because did he seriously think he'd have the chance with you? get real.
bf!rodrick who thought he'd blown it big time seeing your initial reaction. he switched off the speakers, turned around and was ready to chuck the sign into the back of his van. you waltzed over to him, whispering a sarcastic, "as if" before grabbing his face and pulling him into a long kiss. "i'll be your girlfriend if you promise not to be a jerk."
bf!rodrick who treats you like an absolute goddess. he'll drive you around, blowing off his bandmates during practice saying he needs, 'girlfriend time'. he's actually started cleaning out his van regularly now to accommodate you.. and also because he's learnt a new concept called hi-jean or something. whatever, there's too many letters.
bf!rodrick who's grown used to the inevitable bling you've brought into his life. your stuff is cluttered around his room, juicy couture taking over his closet and adding a burst of glitter into his monochrome life. at his house parties, he'll have you attached at the hip the entire time because he likes showing you off ♡
bf!rodrick who will write corny love songs for you even if you make fun of him. he gets most of his songwriting inspiration from your relationship. his first album titled, "löve is an open dore" featured your voice in the background for an artistic touch, he said. if he really can't get out of practice, he'll let you sit on his lap and try his best not to bang your head with a drumstick.
bf!rodrick who lets you do his makeup before going on stage. he'll giggle as you pat down a generous amount of foundation on his cheeks, saying, "mom's gonna kill me.." as he passes you a stick of cream eyeliner. "she likes me, don't worry," you smile, placing a chaste kiss on his face and staining his cheek with bright red lip gloss.
bf!rodrick who's parents have become incredibly fond of you. they'll invite you to family dinners, on christmas, easter, you name it. greg considers you part of the family now. they'll often joke and say, "we don't know what he'd do without you!" but there's a hint of sincerity in their words. they've never seen rodrick so happy.. and clean.
bf!rodrick who still wonders how he pulled you. one of the plastics dating a lanky drummer boy certainly wasn't on anyones bingo card this year, but here's the 4-1-1.. you and rodrick make such an oddly compatible couple that everyone else can only dream of a relationship like yours.
a/n "i'm not gonna write for any more fandoms" also me:
you get hired to babysit manny for the night—just manny, susan assures you—but as soon as you walk through the door, it’s clear you’ve inherited all three heffley boys.
greg follows you like around like a puppy. he talks nonstop about how middle school is full of “morons” and how people say he’s “wise beyond his years” (no one has ever said that). he keeps trying to bring up high school drama he barely understands.
rodrick clearly didn’t know you were coming, because when he sees you, he immediately vanishes upstairs. a few minutes later, he reappears—wearing heavy eyeliner and smelling like half a can of axe. (“oh, didn’t know you were here tonight,”) he orders pizza, leans over the back of the couch and tries to impress you by talking about his band.
manny is barely a factor. (greg handed over a sleeve of oreos and let him play with his gameboy in exchange)
when susan and frank finally get home, the house is unusually quiet and suspiciously tidy. manny’s tucked in bed, and greg is wiping down the counter. rodrick, of all things, is vacuuming the living room. frank stands in the doorway, eyeing his sons like he’s trying to figure out if they’ve been replaced by aliens.
susan thanks you with a smile, handing you your payment, and the boys? they’re already hatching a plan to make sure you come back next week.
notes: was rotting in my drafts and needed majoring editing, finally finished it though so yay!! slighty proof read and lowercase intended!
wc: 2.1k
rodrick heffley had a reputation that came before he even picked up a drumstick... lazy, loud, sarcastic, and somehow always acting like nothing mattered.
which is why it was infuriating that the one thing he suddenly did take seriously was you.
“again,” he said flatly, leaning back against the garage wall. “you’re overthinking it.”
you wiped your palms on your skirt, warmth rising up your neck. “i’m not overthinking it. you’re just… not explaining it right.”
rodrick snorted. “it’s kissing. not rocket science.”
that didn’t help your nerves at all.
this whole disaster started as a joke.. someone in the band teasing that you’d never been in a real relationship, and rodrick, of all people, rolling his eyes and saying, “I could teach her in five minutes.”
you should’ve said no but.... you didn’t.
now it was you and him alone in the garage after practice, instruments still set out, the garage door slightly cracked open, and an unbearable amount of tension for something that was supposed to be “no big deal.”
“look,” he said quieter and less jokingly. “you don’t have to act like it’s some huge thing. you just… go with it.” he said, drumsticks tapping lazily against his thighs.
“go with it,” you repeated, unimpressed.
rodrick pushed off the wall and stepped closer. “yeah.” he shrugged. “stop thinking so much.”
easy for him to say...
you swallowed. “fine. show me then.”
the space between you shrank until there wasn’t much left at all, he exhaled through his nose, trying to look casual. “okay,” he muttered. “but you’re the one who asked.”
you stared up at him with wide eyes, “don’t make it weird,” he said quietly.
“you’re the one making it weird,” you scoffed, but your voice came out softer than you meant.
rodrick huffed a quiet laugh, eyes flicking to your mouth for half a second before he looked away, running a hand through his hair.
“just.... don’t freak out,” he said.
“i’m not going to freak out,” you lied immediately.
he gave you a look. “you’re literally freaking out right now.”
“i’m not.....”
“yeah, you are.”
you shut up... the garage went silent for a bit.
then rodrick lifted a hand, hesitated like he was actually thinking about it for once, and gently tilted your chin up.
“okay,” he said softer. “just… stay still.”
he leaned in until the tips of your noses brushed, teasing you. he paused there, close enough that you were breathing his air, he tilted his head just enough to find the right angle.
his lips hovered a mere millimeter from yours. "i'm waiting," he whispered, he didn't wait for you to answer before he closed the gap.
his lips moved against yours slowly, his lips were slightly chapped and he tasted like the mint gum he was chewing.
he tilted your head back just a fraction more, exposing the line of your throat and creating the perfect angle.
a small, involuntary sound left the back of your throat and the kiss deepened.
thats when he pulled back slowly, it was only a bit, like he wasn’t sure if he should’ve stopped at all and neither of you spoke.
the moment the kiss broke, you realized the minty flavor wasn’t just a lingering aftertaste. during the kiss, the gum had made its way into your mouth.
you stood there, slowly realizing you were now the one chewing the peppermint flavored gum.
rodrick blinked first, looking suddenly way less confident than he had all night. “uh.”
“yeah,” you said, voice not cooperating.
more silence, then he huffed a laugh, running a hand through his hair again. “okay. so you’re not… bad at it.”
you stared at him. “that’s your feedback?”
“What? I’m being helpful.... you did fine?!” he countered, his eyes finally flicking to yours before dropping to your mouth.
he watched you chew for a second, his brain clearly catching up to the fact that his gum was gone.
“wait,” he muttered, his brow furrowing in genuine confusion. “is that… is that my gum?”
“It’s mine now,” you managed to say, letting out a sigh.
“that’s… that’s gross,” he muttered, though the massive, lopsided grin spreading across his face suggested he thought the exact opposite. he shoved his hands into his pockets. “you’re a klepto. i just kissed a thief.”
you tilted your head, "you're the one who literally shoved it into my mouth, heffley... that’s not a theft, that’s a donation."
rodrick’s grin didn't falter, he stepped back into your space, looking down at you, "i didn't 'donate' it. it’s my favorite brand. i want it back."
You raised an eyebrow, a slow, smile spreading across your face. "you want it back? really?"
"yeah, really.." he said, eyes flicking down to your lips, before he bit his own. "i’m a very busy guy. i don't have time to go to the store and buy a whole new pack just because some girl decided to pull a heist during a lesson."
you didn't say anything and just gave him a long look, then, turned your back on him, and started walking toward the back of the garage near the stacks of old speakers.
you could hear his sneakers scuffing the concrete, following right behind you. "well? are you gonna be a coward, or are you gonna return the stolen goods?"
you reached the far wall and turned around just as he caught up, but before you could say anything, he backed you into the wall.
placing a hand against the wall right next to your ear, the other, reaching down fingers tugging the hem of your skirt softly.
"you know.... i really like this skirt on you." he leaned down, his face inches from yours, his breath warm and smelling like the mint he was demanding back.
you leaned back against the cool drywall, his hand was still resting against the wall by your head, and his fingers were still loosely hooked in the fabric of your skirt, before sliding up to your hip, holding you right where he wanted you.
you looked him straight in the eye, while you shifted the gum to the front of your mouth. a soft hiss of air could be heard as you blew a small bubble right between your faces.
rodrick’s eyes dropped to the bubble, his brow twitching in amusement.
the bubble popped, the sound was a bit loud in the quiet garage. you pulled the gum back into your mouth with a playful click of your tongue.
"thanks," you whispered, the word trailing off into a grin. "i think the flavor’s better now that it’s mine."
rodrick let out a low, disbelieving huff, "oh, you think it's yours now?" he murmured.
you slowly shook your head and before he could mutter another word about his "property," you reached up and grabbed the front of his worn out band tee, bunching the fabric in your fists.
rodrick was tall so you shifted onto your tiptoes, as you surged upward to meet him. you caught him completely off guard, your lips crashing into his in a collision that was soft and tasted entirely of peppermint.
as your lips locked, you didn't hesitate, you moved the gum back to him, the exchange unhurried.
rodrick made a low, muffled sound of surprise in the back of his throat. his other hand, which had been resting on the wall, moved to your hip too.
both hands tightening, his fingers digging into the fabric of your skirt as he hauled you flush against him to steady you on your toes. he deepened the kiss, reclaiming the gum with a low groan.
when he finally pulled back just an inch, his forehead stayed resting against yours. you were still balanced on your toes, held up entirely by the grip he had on your waist. he was breathing hard, his hair a mess, and he was slowly, victoriously chewing.
"there," you whispered, your voice shaky and breathless. "happy?"
" happiest man alive." he grin, thumb rubbing little circles on your hip.
" mmm, i bet." you laughed, you let your heels drop back to the concrete.
he stepped back, giving you a bit of breathing room, but his hands lingered on your hips until the very last second.
he walked back toward his drum kit, picking up a stray stick and twirling it between his fingers. "same time tomorrow?" he asked, trying to sound casual as he sat back down on a crate. "you know... for educational purposes."
"i'll think about it..." you mumbled and walked toward the drum kit where he had just sat down. rodrick watched you, as you stepped between his legs.
the height difference was flipped now.. for once, he was the one looking up at you, you reached out, your fingers lingering as you brushed a stray lock of hair out of his face.
you slid your hand further back, your palm cupping the nape of his neck. his skin was warm, "goodnight, heffley," you whispered, a knowing smile tugging at your lips.
before he could find his voice or grab your waist to keep you there, you leaned down and gave him one last peck on the lips.
you pulled away quickly, turning on your heels and slipping out through the small gap in the garage door before he could even blink.
behind you, the only sound was the hollow clatter of a drumstick hitting the concrete floor.
Hiii, your fics are phenomenal btw. I wanted to request a Rodrick fic where he and reader are at the gas station with Rowley and Greg, and both Rodrick and reader get red and blue slushies (then make out tehehe) and Rowley and Greg ask why their tongues are purple.
Sharing is Caring (Rodrick Heffley X Reader)
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Summary: Having to let your boyfriend’s brother and friend tag along on your date doesn’t seem ideal, but getting to gross them out makes it worth it.
A/N: unimportant but i just wanna say i strongly believe in mixing slushie flavors and feel like rodrick would do that too ok enjoy
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The last thing you were expecting to see when you climbed into your boyfriend’s van was his little brother Greg and his best friend Rowley. But there they were, looking a bit tousled from rolling around in the back, but still managing to give you a wave. You waved back before looking at your boyfriend curiously.
Rodrick put the van in gear and started driving. “My mom said me and Greg need to ‘bond’ or whatever. Made me take them with me.” Rodrick set his hand on your thigh, giving it a squeeze while he glanced at you apologetically. “I’m sorry, babe.”
“Oh, come on, Rodrick. It’ll be fun,” Greg commented sarcastically.
“Shut it, worm!” Rodrick shouted at his brother before returning his attention to you. “Don’t worry though, Mom gave me money.”
In all honesty, you didn’t mind having Greg and Rowley around. But you wouldn’t tell Rodrick; the last thing you wanted was for him to get pouty.
You managed to reach your and Rodrick’s go-to gas station with relative ease. Rodrick and Greg occasionally bickered, while you and Rowley tried to rein in your respective Heffley boy.
“Okay, okay, okay!” You pushed your boyfriend, who was getting into a silly slap fight with his brother, who had made the mistake of playing with one of Rodrick’s spare drums that was rolling around in the back. “Both of you behave, or you won’t get any candy.” It was an empty threat, but the boys took it as seriously as the plague.
Greg and Rowley bounded towards the gas station before you even set a foot on the ground. You snorted at their enthusiasm, watching them race inside as you waited for your boyfriend to lock up the van.
“What’s so funny?” Rodrick asked as he pocketed his key and grabbed your hand, gently tugging you to the shop.
“Your brother.”
The boys were easy to spot in the candy aisle thanks to Rowley’s bright ginger hair. They seemed to be in a serious debate about what to get, but you didn’t catch much of it as Rodrick was quickly leading you to the slushie machine.
“What flavor do you want?” Your boyfriend asked, finally releasing your hand to grab two large cups as he waited for your answer. After doing a quick scan of the options, you settled for cherry. After filling and lidding your cup, Rodrick handed you your drink to pour himself some blue raspberry.
On the way to the cashier, you stepped away to grab a chocolate bar. After paying for your things, Rodrick was quick to get out. “We’ll be outside, dweebs!” He shouted to the boys as he practically dragged you out of the store.
You couldn’t help but glance back inside before looking at Rodrick in slight bewilderment. “They have money, right?”
“I dunno.”
“Rodrick.”
“Ugh, who cares?” It was only then that you had realized where Rodrick was guiding you, around to the side of the gas station. “Greg takes forever picking stuff out, but who knows how long we have?”
You quickly changed your tune, now more than happy to have abandoned the boys, when Rodrick pushed you against the brick wall and leaned down to kiss you. His free hand held your face, keeping you close to him so he could slip his tongue in your mouth. You indulged him for a few seconds before pulling your head back.
“Needy much?” You teased, taking a long sip of your slushie.
“Uh, yeah. Duh.” After some shared laughs, you focused on your drinks and catching up. Although you definitely weren’t opposed to pausing every so often to kiss Rodrick. But it quickly spiraled into heavy making out, setting your drinks on a nearby box to run your hands all over each other. It had been quite a while since you and Rodrick had enough alone time to maul each other, so you took advantage of every moment.
“Yuck!”
You whipped around towards the source of the noise to see Greg and Rowley, who were wearing disgusted and bashful expressions respectively. Your cheeks were red hot as you pushed Rodrick off of you, who seemed more annoyed to be interrupted than anything else.
“Rodrick, why was your tongue in her mouth?”
“Go to the van!” Rodrick shouted, taking a few quick steps forward to scare off the boys. The middle schoolers were gone in a second, trying not to drop their things as they ran. “Idiots.” Rodrick came back to you, grabbing your face to pull you in for a deep kiss for a few seconds before you got ready to leave.
Greg and Rowley were obediently waiting by the van and jumped in as soon as it was unlocked. As you all settled, you decided to go back to the Heffley house.
“Hey, Y/n?” You looked back at Rowley, who was looking back at you with curiosity.
“Yeah, Rowley?”
“How is your tongue purple if you’re drinking a red slushie?”
Confused, you turned back around and stuck out your tongue. In the rearview mirror, you saw a purple tongue. Knowing how this came to be, you raised a brow at Rodrick. You caught the corner of his lip twitch up before he poked out his tongue just enough to show you a similar shade of purple.
“We were sharing drinks.” You finally answered the young redhead.
