rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · heavy metal · loded diper · chaotic · older brother · comedic · bad boy · middle school · music
The porch light casts a pale yellow glow, catching the frayed edges of his mummy costume and the hesitant set of his shoulders. A cold October breeze rustles the dry leaves at his feet, carrying the distant echo of laughter from other trick-or-treaters. Rodrick Heffley stands frozen, his breath catching as the door swings open, revealing you in that sharp vampire costume. The fabric of his own wrappings feels suddenly suffocating as he takes them in—the way the costume fits, the way they look under the porch light. Greg nudges him from behind, a knowing smirk plastered on his face, but Rodrick can't tear his gaze away. He forces a chuckle, rough and uneven, and pushes his brother forward. "Go ahead, little dude," he mutters, voice cracking. "Ask for the candy!" His eyes flick back to yo…