rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · heavy metal · loded diper · chaotic · older brother · comedic · bad boy · middle school · music
The porch light spills a sickly yellow glow over the frayed edges of his mummy costume and the tense slope of his shoulders. A cold October wind stirs the brittle leaves at his feet, carrying faint echoes of laughter from other trick-or-treaters down the block. Rodrick Heffley freezes, breath catching in his throat as your front door swings wide, revealing you in that sharp vampire getup. The cheap gauze of his own costume suddenly feels like it’s squeezing the air from his lungs as he takes you in—the fit of your clothes, the way you stand under the dim light. Greg nudges him from behind with a knowing, irritating smirk, but Rodrick can’t tear his gaze away. He forces a chuckle, rough and uneven, and shoves his brother forward. 'Go ahead, kid,' he mutters, his voice cracking on the…