Devon Bostick Imagines

Rodrick Heffley - Lead Singer

Sorry, this one is short.

Rodrick x Fem! Reader

"Dude, we're not going to win if I sing. Patty Ferrell is also in the competition. I don't wanna risk it." Ben said.

"But you have to! We won't have a singer." Rodrick argued.

Ben hesitated, this idea had been festering in the back of his mind for a while now, but he knew Rodrick wouldn't like it. "I might be able to call in a favor."

Rodrick perked up a bit. "From who?"

Ben fiddled with the pegs on his guitar. "My cousin."

"Really? Is he a good singer?"

"Yeah, she's amazing. And a quick learner."

"Wait... she?" Rodrick asked. Ben just nodded. "No. No way. I'm not letting a girl in the band, let alone let them be the lead singer."

Ben sighed, "Don't you think that's a little sexist?"

"No, I think it's sensible. Keep the drama out of the band."

Ben raised an eyebrow in question of his friend's logic and then said, "Come on, Rodrick. Give her a chance. She's really good."

"No, I will not be part of a female fronted band."

"Why?! You listen to female fronted bands all the time! Hell, one of your favorite bands is In This Moment! I don't think there's any drama with them."

"That's different."

"How?"

"Because Maria Brink is a badass."

"How do you know my cousin isn't a badass?"

Rodrick paused for a moment looking flustered, "Just... no girls in the band!"

Ben rolled his eyes, "Fine. Then we'll have to hold tryouts."

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"Oh my god, every one of these guys stinks." Rodrick muttered.

"Figuratively and literally." Ben said as he continued bashing his head against the wall.

"What are we going to do? We're fucked."

Ben sighed and checked the time on his phone. A devilish grin spread across his face. "I think we're gonna be just fine."
Rodrick slumped into his seat, "How are we going to be just fine? We still don't have a singer."

At that moment the door to the garage swung open. "Hey, Ben. Sorry I'm late. Traffic was a bitch tonight, and the kid who let me in wouldn't shut up."

"It's alright, Y/N. We were just finishing up with these losers."

Rodrick eyed you as you made your way over to them. "Ben, who's this?"

"This is my cousin, Y/N. The one I told you about." Ben said.

Rodrick gave him a death glare. "I thought I said no girls."

"Just trust me, man."

"Fine." He grumbled and grabbed his drumsticks, pointing you in the direction of the microphone. "The mic's right there. Start when you're ready."

You nodded and walked to the center of the room. You smirked at the disinterested boy and opened your mouth to sing:

"Regrets collect like old friends

Here to relive your darkest moments

I can see no way, I can see no way

And all of the ghouls come out to play

And every demon wants his pound of flesh"

The sound of your voice almost knocked him out of his seat. It was powerful, yet angelic. He couldn't believe the sounds that were coming out of you.

Ben leaned back in his seat with a smug look on his face as Rodrick visibly became enamoured with you. It was funny how quickly his attitude changed the second he heard your singing voice. His mouth hung open as you wrapped up the song.

You stared at him expectantly, slightly giggling at the look on his face. When he realized he was gawking he quickly closed his mouth and cleared his throat, "Um, uh... w-welcome to the band!"