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.
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
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“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.
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🧼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
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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…
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🫧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.
Content: You and Rodrick are at a parking lot in his van and start making out
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Warnings: kinda smutty ;)
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It was around 11pm on a breezy summer night when you and Rodrick decided to go out for a ride in his van and grab some snacks from the 7-Eleven store nearby his house. The two of you were just chilling in his room watching a lame movie when you both got bored and hungry, so you came up with the idea to get something to eat.
Mr. and Mrs. Heffley were still in the living room watching some romance movie which Mrs. Heffley so adored, but they barely noticed the both of you walking out the front door headed to Rodricks van. Not that they would mind that much either. Ever since you became Rodricks girlfriend you guys went out late at night quite often, so they got pretty much used to that.
Now, you were sitting sideways in the passenger seat wearing just your pyjamas and eating up the last of your fries. Your legs lay on top of rodricks lap while he slurps his blueberry slushie. Outside the car it was slightly windy and drizzling rain, though the temperature was still very nice and refreshing after such a long, warm summer day. The dimly lit parking lot was almost empty, except for like three other cars which were parked a little further away, giving you and Rodrick your own space without getting disturbed. A deftones song was lowly playing in the background, while the both of you savoured the snacks you so craved.
“Ugh, i needed that. That was deliciousss.“ You said finishing up your fries and taking a sip of your own cherry flavored slurpee.
“For real. I‘ve been dying for this again. I adore my moms cooking but I was in need of that burger.“ Rodrick responded in his typical tone with a low chuckle.
His one hand grabbed ahold of your thigh, caressing small circles over your clothed skin with his thumb. Meanwhile his other hand held his cold slushie which he was now slurping his last sip from. He set the empty cup down in the vans‘ cup holder between the two of you and leaned back n his seat. It was quiet for a moment, the only sound coming from you slurping your slurpee. He turned around to look at you and tried grabbing it out of your, now, cold hands. You backed away from him, not allowing him to get your slurpee.
“Please.“ He said. Hands on your thighs and leaned forward to be closer to you.
“Mm-mm“ You denied, with a slight grin on your face.
It‘s not like you didn‘t want to give him a taste of your slurpee but whenever you gave him something of your drink, he would drink EVERYTHING up really quick just to mess with you. So you‘ve learned that you won‘t be doing that again.
You were almost done drinking it when Rodrick abruptly snatched the frozen slushie from your grip. He was messing with you like always.
“Rodrick!”, you said while chuckling at his childish behavior. You were now sitting up straight, taking your legs off his lap. “Give it back.”
He just stared back at you with a teasing look in his eyes, drinking your slurpee. You tried grabbing it from his hands by leaning forward towards his seated posture, which made him lean back further. And of course he drank up the last bit of it.
“You’re an ass”, you told him with slightly narrowed eyes and a grin on your face. No matter how annoying he could be sometimes, you still loved how cute he always was whenever he was messing with you. Then you got up out of your seat and moved over to him to straddle his lap.
“I like this position. Should tease you more often”, he said lowly with a grin on his face. He stared into your eyes, hands brushing up and down your thighs and eventually gripping your hips.
“Oh really?”, you answered teasingly. Your bodies were pressed against eachother due to the lack of space between you and the steering wheel. His face was close to yours and you felt his warm breath brushing your face. His warm hands found its way to the sides of your face, holding gently onto your jaw and brushing your cheek with his thumb.
That’s when the gap between the two of you closed and your warm lips touched. It was gentle but very passionate and loving, making butterflies erupt in your stomach and warming up your entire body. Your hands found its way to the back of his head and gripped onto his dark brown hair, while his arms wrapped around your waist trying to pull you as close as possible. One of his hands moved back towards the back of your head, tangling his fingers into your soft hair. The kiss was slow at first but turned into something more lustfull really quick.
He lowly groaned against your mouth at the feeling of you pulling his hair and being this close to you. You felt his tongue slip into your mouth, making the kiss more intense and heated. Your arms were wrapped around his slim but still strong shoulders, causing the two of you to be chest-to-chest. You could feel his steady heartbeat, while the kiss turned into a sloppy and cherry-flavoured wet mess. In the background played the low music and the windows were starting to fog up, due to your warm bodies heating up the air inside the van. The makeout was hot and full of lust and passion, which made it very enjoyable and wanting it to never stop.
So that both of you could catch your breath, Rodrick moved his head towards your jaw, kissing it softly with his warm and plump lips. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, lightly pulling at it to make your head fall back, giving him more space to kiss down your neck. You enjoyed the feeling of his warm breath fanning down your chest and his sloppy kisses, as your back got pressed against the steering wheel.
But as nice as the moment might‘ve felt, you realized it was probably getting pretty late and you should start heading back home. You didn’t want Rodricks parents to worry where you guys were at for so long. You didn‘t want to leave yet, DEFINITELY not, but you also wanted to be respectful towards his parents. Besides, you could always just continue what you were doing in Rodricks room.
“Rodrick“, you spoke softly, still getting distracted by the touch of his lips and hands.
He didn‘t stop at first. He just responded with an “Hm?“, continuing to kiss and suck softly at your neck.
“Baby“, You said, grabbing the sides of his face with both your hands to make him look back up at you.“We should head back“.
His cheeks slightly flushed and his lips plump and pink. He looked at you trough half-lidded brown eyes and his dark hair was all messy from you grabbing and pulling at it. He looked so unbelievably adorable.
“Ugh, no“, he just responded with, letting his head fall back into the crook of your neck.
“We‘ll continue at home“, you spoke in almost a whisper. You pulled his face back to yours to give him a few slow and soft kisses on his lips. “Okay?“
“Mhm“, he said giving you a few more last kisses, before you got up out of his lap and climbed back into your own seat. When you fastened your seatbelt, Rodrick started the car, put his hand back on your thigh and drove the two of you back home, where this heated makeout would definitely be resumed.
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.
⠀⠀♱⠀⠀ ׅ summary: Some fluffy little headcanons of Rodrick Heffley being your beloved loser teenage dirtbag boyfriend ♡
◟ ͜ ᛝ warning ! ⸝⸝ tooth-rotting fluff, mentions of disagreements but nothing too bad .ᐣ
◟ ͜ ᛝ 𝒢o back ? .ᐣ
⸝⸝ ﹒ ˖ ⁺ ༝ ۫ ℬefore you guys started to date:
You and Rodrick were classmates before you guys had gotten together.
Of course, Rodrick was drawn to you and your kind nature, but the poor boy was too nervous to actually go up and talk to you!
So most of the school-year he'd spend classtime watching you from his seat— Lovesick eyes intently locked on your form as all Rodrick would do was daydream about taking you out.
But the first time you guys actually talked was when the teacher was assigning partners for a project, and thus ending with the two of you being assigned together.
Rodrick was over the moon after finding out his partner was you, but he couldn't help but feel nervous about— well, everything.
You were just so perfect in his eyes, and he knew he couldn't blow it!
Gradually, you and Rodrick got to know eachother— Ultimately becoming the best of friends once he found out that you two shared the same love for music.
You two would be attached to the hip as the both of you would practically go everywhere together!
Rodrick would always invite you to his house, or some of the gigs him and his band did at local bars, he loved seeing your face everywhere he went !!<33
⸝⸝ ﹒ ˖ ⁺ ༝ ۫ 𝒟ating:
Honestly when you guys started dating I feel like Rodrick wouldn't know what to do now that he's with you, he'd ask his mom for advice on what girls want.
" Mom? What do girls like? "
I feel like Rodrick would try to be the best boyfriend for you its sosososoooo cute :((
He'd try to take you out often or spend time with you, most of your dates were at the gas station, or napping on his bed.
Poor boy would feel so bad that he can't take you out anywhere fancy and expensive, please reassure him and tell him you love him!!<33
Rodrick would be the type of boyfriend that would show you off to everyone, whether it be his band-mates or his family— Especially Greg,
" Yeah, she's my girlfriend. You jealous or something? "
His mom would ADORE you, his father would be worried whenever Rodrick would do something stupid.
Rodrick would make sure to shower more often, and wash his band shirts with his mom's lavender scented laundey detergent instead of leaving them to rot on his bed.
Soft moments like cuddling on his bed while you comb through knots on his messy mop of hair makes him feel so warm and gushy.
Please remind this man to wash off his eyeliner because HE WILL go to bed looking like a panda.
He loves you so much that he'd have a hard time saying no to you.
If you guys ever get into a fight, be expected to hear tire screeches on your driveway and frantic knocking.
Rodrick would stand out on your porch with a plastic wrapped bouqet of flowers from the super market, a bag of your favorite snacks, and a burned CD of your favorite songs as an apology.
" Uh, here— And i'm.. Um, sorry. "
He just loves you sososososoooooooo much!! Hug him and tell him you love him aaa :((
