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rocky rickaby general headcanons with a gn!reader?

Gets you in on his mischief, and yeah, he's regretful if you end up getting hurt, but he'll be so caught up in the thrill of it all that he may not notice until you're passed out and loopy. In which case he panics.

Okay so PDA first of all, he likes randomly hugging you out of nowhere, holding your hand as you run away from a disaster caused by him, he looks back at his masterpiece but you don't, because cool guys don't look at explosions.

Rocky will just touch you, not in a weird way, all the time! If you aren't cool with that, he has to hold himself back and shakes as if he had ten cups of coffee in the last second.

If you have a house he's asking to crash at yours most nights, if not, he asks you to be with him in his car, maybe it's just so his thing isn't glaring holes into him and haunting his sleep. He can wake up to your face instead of... That...

I know y'all see how he is with Mitzi, and I think it's canon he's only like that because he feels accepted at Lackadaisy, so, now imagine that with you but tenfold because now it's actual love. He's looking for approval in every step and although he may pry with one or two questions, is ready at your service for whatever you need.

He can go overboard and tries to do the best at whatever you've asked, this usually ends in him going mental trying to do something impossible just to see you smile.

That is of course, unless you work at Lackadaisy and do run arounds often with him, he may get you caught and you all may end up in mortal danger, but the thought is adorable god dammit.

Writes you poems and plays songs on his violin often, also I am a firm believer in the love letter agenda. They won't be too good, probably littered with spelling mistakes, crumpled papers that make it hard to read, and spilled ink. His songs are a huge improvement, all original and genuinely heaven to hear.

Rocky prefers the songs but since you may not always be near him, which makes him sad, the letters and poems are what he does most of the time.

Ivy and Freckle probably question your sanity, actually, everybody does. Viktor, Wick, Mitzi, Zib, literally everyone who knows of him thinks you may need help and or are being detained. You'd probably become very close with said people though, Viktor not so much but nobody besides Ivy is really close with him.

He can't buy you much most of the time, he can hardly afford to pay for dinner on most occasions. But, there are times where he'll save up to buy you a tie or a scarf, something you might like that doesn't have too much of a price tag. He's also not afraid to steal if he thinks he can get away with it.

While Rocky loves initiating PDA or just affection in general, he also would like for you to initiate sometimes. He understands that he needs to ask you for hugs or kisses because you can't just magically understand when he needs them, and honestly, he's not at all afraid to.

Hey are reqeust still opened if not sorry to bother you but if they are

can you do a child rocky x child reader? (The reader has a younger sister in this) fluff to angst to fluff

It's basically how rocky met reader and their sister as kids and then one day reader and their sister have to move (you can decide why if you want) and rocky gets sad by this but they meet again as adults working together at lackadaisy

(Hope this isn't too much)

Pronouns used : None

Note(s) :

Of course! I'm not too sure what you wanted the sister to do when they're older, or just narrative wise? I didn't have any ideas, my bad.

Rocky was never a calm person, mind and body always running faster than anybody could keep up with, especially in his youth. While his aunt was a ferice and true Christian woman, someone who practically haunted his dreams, at least she didn't have a gun. It was times like this, where he, his cousin and miss pepper where behind a van being shot at, he missed the older times. Even if they were boring and filled with church.

Although, that wasn't because he missed her per say, it was more for two young siblings he met when he was younger himself. They were his best friends and most trusted companions, besides Freckle of course, and had met in his opinion, the best of circumstances.

Not at church, not doing something nice for either of them, instead, Rocky had shoved pancakes on either of his arms, creating sleeves of some kind. Syrup covered him and he was a complete mess. He was running away from a shouting auntie and managed to get lost, at a house away from his own in a forest. It wasn't well kept at all.

There he found two kids the same age as him, they didn't look like locals, strange clothes for this weather and they didn't seem to be playing, just standing out their house. When they both noticed him, the younger of the two quietly laughed and pointed not so discreetly at the pancakes lining his arms.

"He looks silly!" She whispered, staring at him like he was some strange creature and pulling on the older ones clothes.

"Hello! It's nice to meet you!" The eldest, you, outstretched a hand, he noted both of your ways of saying words was weird, but also not. Like you two were pretending to have an accent. Rocky grinned. It was clear you're all going to best friends from that moment, because he thought so. He thrust his hand forward and shook your own aggressively.

"Name's Rocky! Your name my-" He paused, then cartoonishly put his hands on his hips "-dearest neighbour?"

"My name is (F/N), This is-" You, jumping in shock as your younger sister yanked on your fur to push herself in front of you.

"(S/N)!" She happily grinned, giggling and absent minded. Tail swishing happily as she looked up at the older boy, he could swear she reminded him of himself in some way.

Every few days you'd all meet up, he even brought Freckle on some days, but as the days passed, and even months flew by, he began to notice how different you both seemed from the first meeting. (S/N) seemed more quiet as they met more, unable to run and laugh as she once could, and you were more protective, less adventurous and too busy helping your sister walk to speak to Rocky.

Until one day you both stopped coming all together.

He waited an hour each day for a month just to see you two again, Freckle stayed even after that, but even then you still wouldn't come back. They both banged on the door, yelling for you, yet the inside was always still, even less taken care of than before. You had both left. And he denied it for so long, but he realised as he grew why. Rocky at first believed you to have left because you both hated him, you both lost interest in your friendship and simply didn't want to be around him anymore.

But he noticed the signs, he knew the truth, (S/N) was sick, deathly so, she couldn't breathe and instead sat down on most days, even you seemed more sickly. Yet both of you were determined to at least see him and his cousin.

He tried to convince himself you just left for a doctor, but no doctor takes that long, he knew you both most likely died from some illness you weren't used to. With how you both spoke, you weren't from here, and you couldn't resist disease here. It weighed on him, how he didn't confront you about it, to at least confirm his suspicions.

And now, in gunfire and feeling his consciousness drain, it all felt fuzzy, familiar, warm. He wanted to go back and see you both again, one of the highlights of his youth, but also one of the most horrifying parts.

Rocky's eyes snapped open, he was shoved onto a couch like a sack of dirt, the force knocking some air from him and causing spurts of coughs and croaky mumbles of confusion. His vision was blurred and he felt like he drank an entire bottle of alcohol, but he could make a shape from all the chaos. It was speaking, and sounded angry, he noticed what he assumed to be Viktor leaving and slamming the door behind him, that's when the shape drew closer.

It held his hand, it was fuzzy... He noticed the accent, it was familiar. Then came the hug, you're warm. He wanted to reach out and hug you back, but not only did it hurt to breathe, he guessed he understood how you felt back then, but he realised you were wrapping something around him, not hugging him.

Black dots crowded his vision, and the next thing he knew he felt fabric on his chest different from his shirt, itchy and medical. Rocky grimaced and gripped the sofa cushion uncomfortably digging into his side, wanting it all to be over, he loved the job, just not this part. He felt himself fade away once again.

It took so much from you to not force him awake, but you waited, you had waited before for years, what was a few more hours? Your thoughts raced and you felt like sobbing, your sister had begun helping other injured within the Lackadaisy staff before she left for the night, believing he wouldn't wake until morning, yet it still didn't persuade you to leave his side.

Not even after the night ended and you had wasted precious time, you could've helped others with your sister, but all you could think of was him. Was he the same? You didn't know, and a part of you wanted to leave and never see him again, he could hate you for leaving, you never explained why, and he couldn't understand so young. Rocky was your friend, and you hope he still is.

The light began pouring into the room, your tired and aching eyes didn't notice the twitching, your sleepy head not processing the pained grunts from your patient, until he whispered your name.

Your ears perked up, suddenly more alert than they'd ever been in your life, your eyes widened and pulse quickened. He shifted from his position on the couch, before his back was laid flat, now he was turned slightly to look at you, luckily off his injured side.

"Rocky?..." You questioned quietly, smiling brightly and gently moving a hand forward to his coat, peeking underneath to see the blood seeping through had dried, you whispered for him to sit up slowly if he could. Coughing, he did so, wincing in pain and scratching a cushion that rubbed against the injury.

You began wrapping the new bandages around his side, leaning in close to do so, he took the opportunity and hugged you tightly, you almost thought he was planning to remove your spine with the force he pressed against you.

"I missed you too! Please let go-"

Hii! Idk if ur reqs r opened rn but if it isn’t u can do this l8r 🫶 May i req a rocky rickaby x rich gn (or fem) reader romantic hcs? I need to spoil this sopping drenched cat… also, please take ur time, do whatever u need to do- take breaks if u need em! 💗

Aww, you're so nice, thanks🫶

finally I found some motivation to write so here we go! I wasn't exactly sure how to write it, but I tried.

In case you wanted me to write it differently or if you want me to include some other stuff I didn't think of, let me know and I'll see what I can do.

The reader is gn.

Romantic headcannons, but no mention of established relationship.

At first he didn't think much of the gifts that you gave him. He saw them as rewards for his succeeded runs.

However when you didn't stop gifting him, he started feeling a little confused and awkward about it. He wasn't complaining tho, hah.

He started showing you more and more gratitude.

Subconsciously he was looking forward to seeing you, but it wasn't really because he wanted to get something from you. He was just yearning for this nice sensation of feelings he used to get around you.

One evening when he came back from one of his adventures, you heard him complaining about him damaging his violin. - That was the moment you knew what your next move was.

He was really skeptical about borrowing you his beloved violin but he decided to trust you since so far you've never let him down.

When you gave him back his violin, he was in tears (of joy ofc). He couldn't thank you enough. It was his old violin but it was repaired now and it looked almost brand-new.

He offered to play you something on it as a token of appreciation ;3

You were already used to Rocky reciting some random poets he came up with in the span of the moment, but now it got more frequent and more personalized.

He's very grateful for everything you do for him. He might not always be the best at words but his actions speak volumes you wish those 'actions' were less disastrous tho...

You need to tone down spoiling him or else he might feel like he's using you which is not good cuz your poor boy feels awful with that😔

There is a possibility that once Mitzi catches on how rich you are and that you're close to Rocky, she might try persuading him into asking you to help the speakeasy or she might ask you herself.

If you ever deny helping Mitzi's drowning ship and give them a good reason why, Rocky won't ask you for it again. What you do is enough for him and he doesn't wanna make you feel used.

A/n: might update this later. I was in a crowded area and blasting music on my headphones while writing this. It was hard to focus. I'm tired ( ༎ຶ0༎ຶ)

ALSO! GIVE ME ZIB REQUESTS👹👹👹

Hello! I was wondering if you could write how Rocky would be like with a shy, kind-hearted reader, please? Maybe reader is trying to get Rocky to realize their feelings for him through small gestures — like helping clean up his injuries after he goes rumrunning or suggesting they have brunch at Little Daisy Cafe (both to make sure he has eaten that day and plus make it feel like they’re on a date) etc. These gestures are all too subtle for him to notice, so he’s all like “they’re just being nice! 😄” until reader gathers the courage to confess their feelings. Idk, I just want to see how this goof would react to knowing someone is lowkey down-bad for him😅🤣. Sorry for the long request and thanks in advance!

A/n: Hey, hey, hey! Sure will do. I don't mind a "long request" of such kind, if anything, I like how detailed it is :) it helps me understand better what you have in mind.

The reader is gn.

A shy person with rocky?.. that's not a very good mix. He's the guy who is always the centre of attention. If you're with him, you're most likely also gonna be a part of it.

However if you try to calm him down a little or when he notices you're not very comfortable with what's happening, he'll try to tone it down. He doesn't want you stressed out.

He might as well just tell you to "relax" because "everything is going to be fiiiineee" even if it's not😭 Basically he's trying to reassure you about things all the time.

As for the romantic part:

At first he'd be pretty oblivious, thinking you're just extra-friendly towards him and he's happy with that!

This afternoon lackadaisy gang went rum running. You felt a little uneasy and decided to wait in the bar till they come back to make sure everything's fine. A few hours had passed, the afternoon turned into very late evening. You were growing a little bit tired.

"How long are they gonna take?''- you thought to yourself.

Suddenly...

"GUESS WHO'S BACK!!! AND LOOK WHAT WE'VE BROUGHT! TA-DAA!!" Rocky bursts into the bar with his hands in the air. He was holding a few bottles of questionable liquor. Ivy walked in a few seconds later, dragging Freckle along by his sleeve.

You turn your head towards the entrance and gasp loudly.

"Rocky! What happened?!" You stand up quickly and trot over to him. You want to grab him by the coat so you could bring him closer and take a look, but you stop and hesitate.

"Ah, just some minor incident. Nothing to be worried about!" Rocky shrugs his shoulders and smiles awkwardly.

"Minor?! Rocky, it looks bad!" You pout your lips. "Sit down" you order.

Once he listens to you and you get the supplies you need, you start to clean his wounds and patch him up very carefully. You noticed his ears drooped and his gaze lowered at the floor. You sigh.

"Hey, I'm not mad at you... I'm just- worried, okay?"

He nods slowly. He seems a bit nervous. After some coaxing from you, he opens up. He starts speaking about how their journey went and what happened during it. You nod slowly while finishing your work around him.

He's not used to that kind of treatment, but he appreciates it at heart. It feels good to be finally cared for.

When you ask him out for brunch at the little daisy cafe he's happy to oblige, of course you get him pancakes with extra syrup.

Once he makes a quick wit about how this whole thing looks date-like, you lower your gaze sheepishly in silence. He swallows his food slowly and opens his mouth to say something, but backs off. He's not sure what to say. He's quick to laugh his silly thought off and move on with his bragging to something else.

"You were just being nice right? Nobody would care that much about him, right?..". He appreciates it while the moment lasts but again, he's quick to move on.

He doesn't wanna ruin what you have. You mean too much for him. He ruins everything. He cannot lose you too.

As much as he likes you, he might distance himself a tad bit at times. Buuut it happens rarely, just when he's feeling somewhat unwell, when his head is throbbing and he cannot think straight (just like after the "haymaker" episode where he got badly injured and wasn't exactly himself till the next morning.)

You didn't want to lose him either. You were afraid, but you had to make a move.

It is hard for you to get yourself to do it... You practice in front of your mirror, saying your speech over and over again, circling around your room till you finally gain the courage.

Next time you see him, you try your best to confess and not screw it up.

You did it! Finnaly! But... Why is he still acting so oblivious? Why is he trying to turn it into a joke?

"Ah, that's so romantic! You really put your thoughts into it, didn't you? Maybe you are also a poet at heart?" He rests his hands on his hips with a grin.

You frown a slight bit and try to explain it as clearly as you can, that you love him.

He goes silent.

"Rocky?.… Please say something"

"Are you... Serious?" He tilts his head in doubt.

"yes? Why wouldn't I be? Didn't you notice all the signs?..." You ask in confusion. Was he THAT oblivious???

"Oh. Soooo... You weren't just being friendly?" He asks while fidgeting with his hands.

"No. I thought It was pretty obvious-"

"well, shucks!" He pouts "I wouldn't even dare to think-.. Are you sure tho?.."

You sigh and a small smile creeps up at your lips. "Yeah, I'm sure." You say calmly as your hands drift up to wrap them around your torso.

Rocky grins widely and starts to bounce on his feet. He opens his arms widely while making some weird buzzing noise. You smile goofily at the scene in front of you and you open your arms at him too.

In this exact moment, he flungs himself at you, picking you up, spinning you around in his arms.

He's a huge dork, but he's your dork. :)

hello!! Hope you are having a wonderful day <33 This is a Lackadaisy request for a one shot so yippee! Basically just reader having a toxic relationship and how Mordecai, Rocky, and maybe other characters deal with it. Hope you have fun writing this angst prompt and I’ll be looking forward to it! Toodles <3

Hey, hi, hello! First of all thank you! I hope you're having a great day/night too! :3

Second of all, when I saw the request I was like: 'wait, that will be cool to write!' although ngl I've kind of procrastinated the writing process, sorry, I just lost my motivation and I had to push myself to start writing this ( ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ)

However I've finally got my motivation back. I'm not very good at making oneshots, it's my second time making one if I can even call this thing an one shot so if it's not looking like a proper one, I'm sorry. I wasn't sure how to get a hang of it. I was struggling a bit due to the lack of information so i tried to keep stuff neutral enough to not imply names nor gender which usually is not a problem to me, but lately I've been feeling like someone put a block to my creativity so if this writing isn't as good, you'll have to excuse me...

In case it is not what you expected, please let me know what to fix. Any advices are welcome!

Summary: How would Mordecai, Rocky deal with a reader who's in a toxic relationship.

Warnings: mentions of a toxic relationship of course, mentions of death, reader is gn, the relationship between the reader and canon characters is undefined.

Mordecai:

When he heard you complaining about some unreasonable arguments that you've had with your partner, he's been trying to be polite, trying to give you a few advices, telling you your partner was not acting wisely, not like a proper partner should. As the time passed, you had more and more complaints and on top of that you looked more gloomy. Seeing that, Mordecai's comments about how you should do something about it or just leave the person, worsened. How could you be so stupid not seeing what a two-faced, serpent with no respect your partner was?!

He always felt strange towards relationships, but now it was even worse after observing how someone close to him hurts themselves because of some weird relationships and odd feelings.

The line has been crossed when he saw you crying in a corner one day. The look of you - helplessly trying to wipe the tears off your cheeks, but only making it worse, rubbing them all over your face - reminded him of the time his little sister had scraped her knee and was weeping until he himself came to help her.

That was it.

You were too stubborn, too jumbled in those stupid feelings to do anything. If not him, no one is gonna take care of this situation.

That night he left his apartment with a fedora that cast a shadow over his face along with a coat that blended his figure into the darkness of the night. He already got everything he needed to know. He connected every little dot, every fact you said about your partner and the places you hung around - Mordecai quickly figured out their place of living.

In the future you have to be more careful what you say... he probably should tell you that.

After he reached your partner's flat, his lock picking skills were up to use. Much to his dismay, the rest of what he had left to do was a bit messy...

He didn't know how to comfort you the following days as you weeped over your not-so-alive partner, but at least neither you nor he had to worry about a certain somebody ruining your mental nor physical health anymore.

He's not a guy of many words nor one who shows much emotion / affection if any at all so you cannot expect much comfort from him, but he'll try to be there for you despite everything.

He will not tell you it was him who killed your partner tho, no, you would hate him for that even tho he 'did the right thing'... Or at least that's what he's been telling himself.

If you really want to, you'll find someone better, who will be the right for you, for sure.

Rocky:

He was happy to see you and your partner in the speakeasy. He loved bothering and teasing you two. It was fun and giggles until he started to notice you coming to Lackadaisy alone more often or acting somewhat odd when with your partner.

He observed you as you sat alone at the bar, leaning over a glass of illicit beverage. He was curious about the reason of it hence he came up to you:

- "hey there sulky-puss, where's your partner?" He rested his fists on his hips.

- "I don't really want to talk about this." You grumbled out.

- "Oh c'mon, pal! Spill the beans!" He cheered with his usual toothy smile.

- "No, Rocky, I'm not in the mood" you cut him off. Seeing his grin getting wiped away from his face exchanged for a confused look made you wince, you hated seeing him upset. "Sorry, I just-... It's a bit complicated, don't worry about it, okay?"

He nodded, he didn't want to bother you too much, he tried to ignore it... at least for now. However he couldn't shake off a bad feeling he had about what was happening. However he started to pick up stuff like: how your arms were often drooped, how hunched your posture was, how you looked like a walking ball of anxiety. He tried to talk to you, to crack a joke, to cheer you up. Sometimes it had the intended effect and sometimes it had the opposite outcome, but he didn't want to give up. After some conversations during which you may or may have not been slightly tipsy he concluded 'your partner was the matter'.

- "Woah, Woah, Woah-... Your partner did what?"

- "yeah... They started threatening me after I said I wanted to leave." You admitted quietly.

- "Oh no, that is not the spirit of love!" He pressed his palms to his cheeks dramatically, making his lips pursue like a fish.

- "Unfortunately you're right, it's not... I don't know what to do anymore." You whined and then took a sip of your beverage.

.

you may not have had any ideas on what to do but he did...

.

That awful person was making their significant other feel unsafe and unloved! I'll show them what the real threat is!-

He took a big swing and...

Clash ..Voomf..

A burning bottle filled with motor oil and gasoline hit the wall of a house and set it on fire.

- "TASTE THE BURNING FLAMES OF LOVE! Ahahah- Or rather the flames of sweet justice. I probably should've said that instead." Rocky brought his finger up to scratch his chin. "Hmm, I should have-"

- "YOU BASTARD!!" A sudden yell came from the window.

Rocky looked up and his lips widened in a twisted grin.

- "You brought this on yourself!! BhAHahHa!!" Once he saw the figure rushing and disappearing deeper into the house, he knew that was the moment to run and so he did...with a maniacal laugh.

The condition of your partner and their house depends on how generous Rocky felt that day.

Let's hope your partner is scared enough to leave you alone and not seek revenge.

Can you do hcs for Rocky Rickaby with Atlas May's daughter! reader?

Yeah ofc, I'll try!

I assumed that Atlas's child is also Mitzi's since they were married in the comic, in case it is not what you wanted let me know! I can try changing some stuff up.

Summary: Rocky Rickaby x May's daughter!reader

Warnings: established relationship. Female!reader.

About the parents...

Okay so first of all, Atlas wouldn't be too happy to see you dating Rocky, however Mitzi would let that slip somehow. After all she was the one to grow fond of Rocky and bring him to the speakeasy.

At first your parents especially Atlas would be a bit very skeptical towards you spending some alone time with your new boyfriend, but they would get used to it over time as long as you'd be safe and sound around him.

Despite that, him taking you out to any kind of bootlegging/smuggling mission, or anything akin to that would be a big NO.

Your dad might not be a big fan of your boyfriend, but at least he makes you happy and that's what counts, right? He'll let your partner live... For now.

And now let's switch to Rocky

He'd be over the moon to be in a relationship with you. Like, c'mon... A GIRLFRIEND?! Who is the DAUGHTER of his MOTHER FIGURE?! It's like killing two birds with one stone. Wait maybe let's not use this certain saying-...

He's trying to be as careful as he can around you, which might be kind of hard for him considering the way he is, but he's trying okay? He doesn't want anything bad happening to his precious partner after all.

Rocky definitely soaks up all your affection. Have you seen that short comic on lackadaisy site called "beam" where Mitzi complimented him? It's the same way with you. You compliment him, say a nice word or call him any cute pet names? He's all giddy and fuzzy. Don't overdo it or the consequences might be catastrophic.

(No survivors reference, haha, get it? ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ)

He'd probably get a bit more comfortable around Atlas too. You can sometimes see him trying to crack a bad joke or nudge your dad with his elbow, but the result is very similar to when he does that to Viktor, however it's less violent.

If anybody ever tries to hit on you, Rocky's quick to react.

He slides up to the guy who tried to hit on you and wraps his arm around the guy's shoulders. "Hey there pal! Sorry to tell you, but this girl is taken, however do not worry! I have just someone you can talk to instead!" Then with that huge maniac grin, he slowly reaches to his coat and is about to pull something out, but the other guy is already skedaddling halfway through the room. Rocky pauses his hand mid air with a small piece of paper in it. His shoulders dropped and he put on a sad expression on his face. "Oh what a loss! Im sure he would've got along with Walter!"

"Who's Walter?" You ask with amusement.

Suddenly you heard something in a distance behind you. "Oh, sometimes I play the drums-"

"ANYWAY!"

After Atlas's death, Rocky tried to be there for you and Mitzi, doing his best to help as much as he could even tho his actions didn't always have the intended outcome. Despite everything he loves you dearly.