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rodrick heffley and his plastic girlfriend !

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.

*sob*

Rodrick Heffley x reader

Summary: Rodrick’s girlfriend meets his chaotic family, and Manny tries to steal her. She loves it anyway.

Word count: 1010

Notes: this is very random but I love Rodrick so I needed to write something

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a/n: I literally saw the same regina x rodrick post yesterday bro, quit stalking me. Anywaysies here you go🖤

Rodrick was....an interesting guy to date. He acted all popular and loved, but it was quite the opposite. When he started liking you in Freshman, it was painfully obvious. You had always had guys begging to be with you and kissing the ground you walked on..but this was different.

Rodrick was an awkward type of flirty. He would try impressing you, and you had to admit, it grew on you. Your friends thought he was some kind of specimen that snuck on to Earth. They found his band weird and that the music they played was putrid.

You thought otherwise.

You found his band admirable, and loved when he did stupid things to impress you. But when he finally asked you out after 3 years of liking you, with a classic box of chocolates and near to death roses, your friends were near. So you had to laugh in his face and call his display of love "pathetic."

It broke your heart when he blinked back tears and rushed away. You later stuck a note in his locker, apologizing and saying you'd love to go out with him. When he found it, he thought it was some kind of joke until you pulled him aside and said it to his face.

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It's been a few weeks since that day.

You had sworn him to secrecy. "If you tell anyone other than your family, we can't do this anymore, k? My friends would exile me.." Rodrick pouted. "Seriously? Like...not even my bandmates to brag to?" You rolled your eyes "Absolutely not those... blabbermouths." You put in a kinder way.

He was practically obsessed with everything you did and had to be around you all the time. He always told his family about how cool you were, they started to think you were some tatted drug addict.

"Sweetie..?" his mom asked worriedly. "What's this girl's personality exactly? Is she a nice young lady..?" Rodrick hated these conversations, and frankly, didn't understand why they needed to happen.

"Maybe you should invite her for dinner...I want to meet this girl.."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever...I'll tell her.." Rodrick muttered.

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You were so excited to meet his family. He'd told you so much about them (good and bad) and you wanted them to like you. You showed up dressed in a cute plad skirt and pink sweater. You walked in with flowers for his mom.

"One moment sweetie, I'll be right th-"

Everyones jaw dropped at the sight of you. This isn't the drug dealer sge was expecting. Once his brother, Greg, was forced to come down and meet you, his jaw dropped futher than anyone's. Rodrick with a girl like you...?

They all had to admit, you were FAR out of his league. Rodrick's dad cringed at anything stupid that Rodrick said or did. His brother was admiring your face, and his mom was just proud Rodrick finally got a girlfriend.

"Why'd you choose Rodrick, anyway? I mean he's-" Greg questioned but was then cut off, "Greg.." Susan warned.

His family was just as interesting as Rodrick was. Suddenly, you felt a little tug at your skirt. It was his youngest brother, Manny, saying hi. You giggled. His family adored how you treated Manny, especially his mother.

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"I don't know if they liked me.." you whispered once outside on the porch with Rodrick. "You kidding? They loved you! They thought you were gonna have a mohawk and abunch of peircings.." You chuckled. He loved making you laugh. He always hated thinking about the future, but he wanted you to be in it.

He awkwardly held your hand and looked up at the stars. "So...can we tell the people at school about us yet..?" he begged. He just wanted to show you off, prove everyone wrong. "Not yet, okay Roddie?"

"Sure...

I'll wait.."