I’m Sorry Women-Rodrick Heffley Imagine

Request: Anonymous:  Rodrick imagine about his girlfriend being there when he has to "apologize to women"

A/N:  This request is literally a year old and I am so sorry for the long loooong wait anon. Thank you for waiting this damn long and being patient with me

Warnings: None

You were in the basement listening to Löded Diper rehearse, somewhat zoning out as Ben “sang”. Honestly all of the guys had musical talent they just needed better songs, or at the very least someone other than Ben fronting them.  

You shook that thought form your head, wanting to be supportive of your boyfriend, even if their lead singer sucked. You decide to open your phone to check if you had any missed messages when Susan stormed in. 

“Rodrick,” she shouts

“RODRICK,” she tries louder and that does it as the music comes to an abrupt halt. 

“I need to talk to you. Inside. Now.”

“Go ahead and talk, we’re a band, we have no secrets,” Rodrick insists, getting up from his drum set. 

“Alright fine. What is this?,” Susan questions holding up an issue of Moto Mama’s. 

You look at him with an inquisitive expression. You honestly didn’t care if your boyfriend had bikini mags or not. At the end of the day you knew he was into you 100% and no bikini cover girl was going to shake that fact. 

Still you couldn't deny the whole situation was extremely amusing to watch, as he had just stuck his foot in his mouth, the way only he can, by now having to answer to his mother in front of the guys and you. 

He points to it with his drumstick denying it “That’s not mine.”

“It was in your backpack”

“No it was in my room ohhhhh,” he replies, realizing he just dug himself even deeper into a hole.

Now is when you bite your tongue to keep from bursting out in laughter at the whole thing. 

“Does owning this magazine make you a better person?”

“No.”

“Did it make you more popular at school?”

“Yes,” then suddenly he looks back at you on the couch pinching the bridge of you nose, shaking your head. Which in reality you were doing to keep yourself in check. 

“Noooo,” he quickly tries and fails to save himself.

“How do you feel about having owned this type of magazine,”

“Ashamed,” he answers with a drumstick point

“Nice,” Chris chimes in behind him as Susan nods and inches closer to him.

“Do you have anything you want to say to women for having owned this offensive magazine?”

“I’m sorry women,” he responds and the guys clap, and that was it you couldn't hold back anymore, you strategically let some air escape your nose as you slapped  your hand over your mouth.

Susan walks over to you and Rodrick turns to meet your gaze.

“Do you have anything to say to Y/N for having owned this filthy magazine?”

Rodrick looks down and then back into your eyes.

“I’m sorry if finding this out offended you Y/N,” he half asses.

You just smile and nod.

“It’s alright Mrs. Heffley, really. I’ll make sure he never buys another magazine like that ever again,”

“Thank you Dear.”

She turns back to face Rodrick.

“You’re grounded for two weeks.”

“Okay settle down Susan, I think one week is plenty,” he responds.

You sigh, your boyfriend really never knew when to stop digging his own grave in situations like this. 

She turns around once more.

“Make it four weeks and I’m gonna need the keys to your van.”

“My van?,” he questions.

“Hand them over,” she replies.

He sighs, reaching into his pocket, and fishing out the keys, handing them to her in defeat.

“Damn, the rough bro,” Ben says once Susan is gone and you start letting your laughs out. 

“Why are you laughing? Now I can’t take you anywhere,” he states.

“You just had to keep talking, I’m sorry it was funny,”

“So you’re not mad at me too?”

“Of course not, I could care less what you look at when I’m not around, it’s not like you’re talking to that motorcycle chick or anything. Besides,” you get close to his ear.

“Whose body do you look at more anyway? And even though you’re grounded I can still come over.”

“They wouldn’t let you in,”

“They will if they think I’m helping you with school stuff, and then we can do..other things,” you promise.

“Ohhhh ho hooo I do love other things,” he replies.

You kiss him, then laugh as you sit back down on the couch to let the practice finish. 

God your boyfriend was really...something, but you wouldn't want to have him any other way.