#Lackadaisy gender neutral reader

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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-"

[glowinggator]

First I need you to know I absolutely love the way you write rocky! He feels so in character!

Second I saw requests are open so speaking of rocky: imagine if reader was a wealthy client who helps fund the speakeasy but they're only really there for rocky

like everyone else thinks it's pretty obvious they're into him but I imagine rocky would be clueless lol

(can be neutral or fem pronouns, whichever you prefer :) )

A/N: Thank you so much! I'm always worried that I'm a little too heavy-handed with his speech patterns, so I'm glad that it comes off right! And wow, I loved this idea so much! I got a little bit carried away with this it, actually -- never let it be said that I don't love this silly cat. Buckle in friends, it's gonna be a long one -- 3.4k, to be exact. Thank you all for all of the lovely asks and reblogs thus far -- because as much as I love writing, it's all of you that keep that fire burning when times get rough. Enjoy!

Content Warnings: None! Gender neutral reader, no pronouns or presentation indicators used.

Deafening raindrops turn into quiet pitter patters as you descend the long, spiraling staircase into the speakeasy. Comforting and familiar walls lift your spirits from the dreary outside world, caked in gloomy clouds and ever-growing smog. You wipe your boots on the doormat as you reach the bottom of the stairs, frowning a little when you notice just how far the mud splashed up the leather. 

        What a shame -- you'll have to clean them off when you get home tonight. Lord knows how your coworkers love to gossip, and with how calm things have been lately, they're just itching for something to discuss. Like how the head doctor has mud on their evening boots… after a heavy rain. How scandalous. 

        You're pulled from your thoughts by the gentle voice of the doorman, peering over at you with a hint of concern -- Horatio, you think his name was? Sweet boy. 

        "Is everything alright, Doctor?"

        You tear your eyes away from your shoes, smiling kindly. 

        "Of course," you chirp, "Just a bit of mud. Do be careful when you head out tonight. That suit looks nice on you, I'm sure you wouldn't want it getting dirty." 

        He straightens his posture at the compliment, adjusting his cufflinks with an endearing -- if not a little overenthusiastic -- nod. Content, you smooth out your outfit and move forward once again. You stride through the door, flashing your pin for formality's sake, and slink into the main room with a neatly contained excitement of your own. 

        Red satin curtains line the wall, contrasting beautifully with the natural grey stone -- the Lackadaisy speakeasy has a unique atmosphere, and despite having seen it no less than a hundred times, it never ceases to light a twinge of admiration within you. You weave between the towering stone pillars, letting your eyes rake across the room as you pad towards the bar. But… something is missing. Or, more aptly, someone. 

        The barstool squeaks in protest when you plop down at the bar, brows furrowed. Although before you're allowed to stew in your disappointment, a drink is placed in front of you. You look up, meeting eyes with the tall cat in front of you. Victor Vasko, resident bartender, for lack of a better word. He glowers down at you, although you know him well enough by now -- it's hard to be intimidated when you know his scowl is all but carved into his face. 

        You're also acutely aware that you're one of the last benefactors of St. Louis' finest speakeasy. 

        You slide a ten across the bar -- more than enough to cover drinks for the night, if not everyone else's too -- before swirling the drink in your glass. The amber liquid dances just shy of the rim before settling back down against the ice -- it's liquid gold in these parts, and they call it that for more reasons than one. You don't miss the subtle widening of Victor's eyes as he pockets the money and moves to the other end of the bar, presumably to clean -- or more aptly, shatter -- a handful of glasses. 

        Sweetness cascades over your tongue when you raise the glass to your lips -- it's a far cry from the common coffin varnish. That is to say, it's a luxury reserved only for new patrons… and those with deep pockets. You smile to yourself, savoring the taste. It's not the greatest drink in the world. Even a priest could tell you that. It's bitter, and burns in a way that tells you that its creator would really prefer to put the "fire" in firewater over anything else… and yet you couldn't fathom going anywhere else. It's not like you're aiming to get drunk here, anyways. 

        "So," Zib drawls, lumbering onto the bar stool next to you, "What's a man gotta do to get a drink around here?" 

        You huff a laugh into the glass, rolling your eyes. "Sorry, I only buy drinks for pretty boys."  

        He leans forward onto the bartop, leaning his head on his arms and gazing at you. His eyes are half-lidded, pupils lazily tracking your glass as you raise it to your lips. It's hard to tell if he's just tired, or if he's already gotten a headstart on drinking tonight. You'd put money on the "all of the above" option, if you could. 

        "I can bat my eyelashes if you want," he says.         "Jesus Christ, shut up," you laugh, swatting at him but waving down Victor nonetheless. He stomps over, rolling his one visible eye, but acquiesces and pours him a drink at your soft smile. It's clearly a cheaper alcohol, but Zib doesn't seem to mind. He seems to prefer it, if anything. He takes a strong drink, sighing at the burn. He pulls himself up from his crossed arms, leaning back with a groan.

        "Thank God, I don't know enough violin to pull anything else off. Or Shakespeare."

        "Hey!" You sputter, kicking his leg beneath the countertop, "What's that supposed to mean?" 

        "Nothing, nothing." He hums, pausing. Sips. Tilts the glass. "Just that you seem to have a favorite here, no shame in that. Other than the fact that you've chosen the strangest man in all of St. Louis to set your sights on." 

        "Excuse me, for one, I don't play favorites. And two, he is-- he isn't…" Swirling the liquid around in your own glass, you furrow your brow. When nothing comes to mind you take a sip of your own, thinking. 

        You know well enough that your protests are just for show at this point. It's become a near-daily point of banter between the two of you, considering how obvious you are in your affections. Many moons have come and gone since Wick showed you the Lackadaisy, but unlike the astral body, your interest in Rocky Rickaby has never waned. 

        It's hard to remember what kickstarted your affections for him -- maybe it was his natural lyricism, or perhaps his flair for theatrics. Maybe it was his unwavering spirit, or his penchant for getting into trouble. If you asked Wick, you're sure he'd tell you that you were simply attracted to the danger he brings with him, but he's never seen the way his eyes sparkle when he's excited. He's never seen the way he glows when he's truly happy -- not like you do, anyways. Maybe it was a combination of all of those things and more. What you do know is that…

        "He's got his own charm. He's different, yes, but I like different. But again," you say, looking at him over the rim of your glass, "I don't play favorites."  

        Zib chuckles, shaking his head, but says nothing. You wait one breath, then two. 

        Silence. 

        You scoff, muttering to yourself. "Set my sights on… You make it sound like I'm picking out a dog at the pound." 

        He grins, and you sense that you've fallen directly into his trap. Damn it. 

        "He'd bark if you asked him to."

        "Oh, you reprobate," you exclaim, laugh tinging the edges of your words. You swat at him once again, this time making contact. You'd like to say he choked on his drink, or sputtered at your attack, but this has become such a song and dance that really, you'd be more surprised if he didn't expect it. "You're incorrigible, you know." 

        "Just being honest," he says. 

        You shake your head, sipping lazily at your glass before slipping back into easy conversation. It's nice to simply chat the hours away with him -- despite his dour outward demeanor, he's quite good at keeping a conversation going. His taste in literature doesn't hurt much, either, nor does your own affability towards his own theatrics. For as much shit as he gives Rocky, he isn't all too much better in the drama department. 

        You weren't always treated so casually -- the memory of Mitzi all but batting Zib and Rocky away from you still brings a smile to your face. Hell, you're sure if Mitzi heard the dreary remarks falling from Zib now, she'd pick up the broomstick again… if only for her own sanity. But once it became clear that you'd sunk your claws into their best -- and up until recently, only -- rumrunner, the air changed. 

        You don't have to guess why -- everyone's been plenty clear about it.

        'If Rocky hasn't driven you away yet, there's not much anyone else can do to scare you off.'

        You cast a look over your shoulder every now and again, glancing at the door, aflutter with anticipation. It's impossible to hear the rain this far down into the cave system, although it's unlikely that the rain has let up at all considering the torrential downpour you weathered just a few short hours ago. You nervously bite at your lips, forcing your head back into the conversation. 

        'It's just the storm holding him up,' you tell yourself. 

        You vaguely realize that somewhere along the way your simple affection and interest has bloomed into something more all-consuming, and you can only hope that Zib doesn't catch your sudden fluster. Best to file that thought away for later. 

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        It's half past midnight when Rocky waltzes through those towering wooden doors, caked damn-near head to toe in mud. His suit seems to have taken the brunt of it, although the drying flakes embedded in his fur and the single symmetrical pair of clean streaks along his lapel tell a story all on their own. He clasps two bottles in his hands, mysteriously absent of any dirt or grime. 

        Calvin is hot on his heels too, pupils pinpointed with what you assume are the remnants of adrenaline. He too comes through the door with bottles of what you presume is liquor, although he certainly has an… abundance compared to Rocky. Because for Rocky's two, Calvin anxiously clutches no less than eight bottles to his chest. He practically waddles through the door, more out of fear than exertion. He, however, is almost entirely clean of grime… save for his pant legs, which are all but drenched. 

        Once Calvin is past the doorway Ivy comes skipping through too, hands wrapped around her own pair of bottles. Her wardrobe seems to be in slightly worse condition than Calvin's. Mud dapples her sweater, and the twigs tangled in her fur so abundant that you could probably call her a fire risk. But she seems joyful nonetheless as prances past Calvin and falls in line right behind Rocky in his march towards the bar. You realize in the back of your mind that she's chatting happily with Calvin behind her, although the words turn to water in your mind as you gaze at Rocky. If he's noticed you yet, he gives no indication. His tail, slicked thin with muck, flicks happily behind him. Small drops of mud hit the stone floor, causing Calvin to flinch back and clutch the bottles tighter to his chest. There must be a story there, you think to yourself. 

        You huff out a laugh -- partially out of amusement, and partially out of relief. You'll have to ask for the story of tonight's escapade later on. 

        "Praise be to the rain, protector of your ever faithful moonlight servants," Rocky finally reaches the other end of the bar, placing the bottles down with a thunk. He spins, his back towards you as he casts a hand in the air with a flourish. The smile that stretches across your face is painfully lovesick, if the way Zib nudges you gives you any indication, but you pay him no mind as you lean forward to watch the show. 

        "For such modern ventures, we need no stream to wrench forth our gold from the Earth, dearest raindrops. Rather, it is you, oh dearest clouds who bring us such prosperity, such joy. It is--"  he spins back towards you, locking eyes. He stiffens, blinking owlishly. A moment passes before his eyes sparkle in that perfect way you've come to adore, fangs peeking beneath his lips as his expression changes into a grin, and then a beam. 

        "You," he moves across the floor towards you, stretching his arms out for a moment before realizing his state of dress and letting his arms fall back at his sides. His tongue darts between his lips, practically buzzing with excitement as he pads towards you. 

        (You briefly catch the shocked looks of his, quite literal, partners in crime. Eyes wide, the two look at each other inquisitively, then at him, then back at one another. Clearly they're shocked at his willingness to drop his monologue, and the feeling is mutual. It makes the smile stretch further across your face, and you realize that if he hadn't silently retracted the offer, you would have accepted the hug, velvet be damned.)

        You spin your stool to face him, pushing your drink to the side with a wave in his direction. And it should be illegal for anyone to be so damn cute, because the way he lights up -- at your acknowledgement? At your excitement to see him? -- sends a hot flush through your cheeks that has you melting from the inside out. Up close you realize that despite (somewhat) clearing himself of mud, he wasn't able to keep entirely dry from the rain. Water drips down his nose, and you fight back the obnoxiously domestic thought of drying his fur for him. Tender looks and loving touches, of hands carding through fur… It's soon replaced by the vision of him toweling off himself, and Christ, something so mundane shouldn't be so damn attractive. That too, you tuck away for later. 

        He stops at your feet, eyes crinkled with mirth. 

        "I didn't think you'd still be here," he says, leaning against the bar countertop. Although he quickly notices the muddy stain he's left, and while he does pull back to attempt to clean it… it's not like there's much clean real-estate left on his suit to wipe with. You giggle -- honest to god, giggle -- at his antics, and just like that his attention is pulled back to you. He leans back against the countertop, resting his face against his hand. It squishes his cheek with a boyish charm, ears flicking towards your voice. It's cute. He's cute. 

        "Well, I wouldn't want to miss my favorite…"  Heat rises to your face at your own use of the word 'favorite.' Zib will never let you live this one down. 

        "...Musician." 

        Said cat snickers behind you, and oh yeah, you really aren't living this one down. It takes a lot of willpower not to shove him off the barstool then and there. But Rocky simply waves his free hand at him before turning it upwards, fingers splayed. It's clear that he's attempting to be casual in his body language, but the energy in his voice and barely hidden beam ousts his joy at your praise. 

        "Pay him no heed, dearest muse. Now, what form of entertainment would you desire tonight? Pick a key, any key! Through spoken word or melodic strings--"

        Any other night you'd be enraptured with his rambling, but tonight you seem to get lost in his words. Your eyes rake across his face, taking in the little details that make him, him. You're only a little ashamed at the way your eyes keep darting to his lips while he speaks -- truthfully, you're more embarrassed at the longing it sparks within you. Maybe you should have taken the time to unpack this earlier, but alas. You force your eyes upwards, taking in how his own bright blue ones shine with excitement, before letting them fall once again.

        And Rocky is nothing if not unique. The bridge of his nose tells stories beyond your imagination -- no matter how many times he tries to tell you their stories. They all just seem too wild to be true -- littered with little dots and lines that you could connect like constellations, they convey decades worth of life. A knife trick accident here, a wire snap there… allegedly, a horde of bees created many of the smaller dots. An experiment from youth gone wrong, he said, but you can't imagine he'd do anything different if presented with the opportunity again. Your lips upturn at the thought, and let your eyes roam to his cheeks: his fur bounces with every word he speaks, but even still, you can see little uneven patches. A thin line here and there, not quite reaching skin; a patch that's just a fraction shorter than the rest; all from recent incidents that simply came a little too close. But on his left cheek there's something new, something that you've never seen before.

        There's one last streak of mud on his face that, clearly, he had missed. You're so focused on the mark that you hardly even feel yourself move to grab your handkerchief. 

        "--But in an art such as this, moderation is for the weak. If you'll give me just five minutes I'll have--" 

        He stills at your gentle touch, halting his speech for the second time tonight. His fur is softer than you expected, despite its dampness from the rain outside. You tilt his head upwards by just a fraction, your thumb and index gently holding his chin in place. Stricken with a sudden wave of adoration, you drag your thumb experimentally across what you can reach. The movement is so painfully fond and oh, so close -- just millimeters away from his lips. It's a gentle action that lasts no more than a second -- hell, maybe you didn't even realize you were doing it -- but it feels like a lifetime to him. He thought he'd get used to the lightheadedness that you always seem to inflict upon him, but he couldn't be more wrong. And before he has any time to recover, you're dabbing at his cheek with a silken cloth. 

        And for all your observations tonight, you end up missing the way his breath catches in his throat. You miss the way he leans into you by just a fraction, how his eyes widen at your softness; how they take to memorizing every contour of your face in awe; how he melts in your hold, like he's never been held with such kindness before. He doesn't think he has. 

        And that's nothing to say of all the things you can't see -- how his heart leaps into his chest, pounding so hard he's half sure you can see it through his shirt; how he prays for the world to stop just as it is now, so that he could enjoy this for just a few more seconds. How he's so sure that he's dreaming, but far too joyful to even consider pinching himself awake. 

        He's so enraptured with your touch that he hardly even processes your movements. It's only once you lean in -- close, so damn close, so easy to close the gap -- to get a better look at the spot that he finds his voice again. 

        "Oh, you don't have to, it's--" he curses himself for stumbling, for being so breathless in your presence, considering your previous praise for his eloquence. He doesn't know why you keep coming back here, why you keep entertaining him as you do, but he's not going to complain. He swallows, counting to five before starting again with renewed, albeit artificial, confidence. "I'm sure that lovely, lovely silk piece cost you quite the pretty penny." 

        And this time, it's your turn to blink owlishly. You look at the cloth, then back at him, before laughing softly. And just like that you're leaning back in, once again coaxing the mire from his face. It's silent between the two of you for just a moment, so quiet that you damn near forget where you are. And in a moment of courage, you up his face in full. You feel his jaw clench beneath your hand, emboldening you to push just a bit further. You catch his eye, smiling softly. 

        "You know money doesn't mean a thing to me, Rocky," you murmur, just loud enough for the two of you to hear. 

        A million words are left silently humming in the gap between you, a million words you hope he can pick up on in your silence. 'Not when it's you,' you think to yourself. 'I'd give up every penny for just another second with you.' 

        There's a glimmer in your eyes that can only be described as fond, and he basks in it before you turn back to your task. This time, he doesn't stop you. 

[pomegranate-pen]

Hello! May I request More exam x gender neutral reader? Who's his roommate and usually helps him if he's wounded when he comes home? The j you for your time!

A/n: ahh this was quite fun to write! Mordecai is my second favorite character in Lackadaisy, so writing this wasn't much of a struggle heh. though I must warn you all, I wrote this based on his personality in the comics, since they're much much fleshed out there than in the pilot (though that's not really any problem, it's a pilot after all. it had to sell the main story first then character lore, which they did drop hints of here and there in it!!) anyway- hope you all enjoy this!

Mordecai Heller x gn! reader

title: It's a date.

warning: mentions of blood and a small hint to a huge fight- jealous Mordecai lol, and obviously heavy spoilers for the comic

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It was not unusual to be alone here, in this small tidied-up house that steeps closer to the forest than the city.

Though sure, one could say that all the fun in having a roommate is having the house not be so quiet, you’d argue that noisy roommates were always seen as a complaint at the end of the day, no matter how fun it was at first. Or at least, that’s the excuse you give your friends and co-workers when asked about your peculiar roommate, Mordecai Heller.

Not much of a talker, and certainly not much of a loud noise-loving type of guy, Mordecai can either be seen as an annoying bossy roommate, who has an obsession for cleanliness and tidiness alike, or a weirdo who barely ever is in the house and comes back home with a bloody axe yet a sharp and clean suit. For anyone else, this, and many other things, would be the warning sign, the flags that’d beg them to leave.

However, if asked you on what living with Mordecai is like, you’d merely shrug and summarize it on a much more positive note than others would, and add that sure, following those set of rules and chores he has for the house, with his idea of perfectionism in everything can be quite an annoyance at times, the worst nights aren’t that, the worst ones are the times when he does come home soaked in blood, body cut and stabbed at and his stubborn behavior toward it all when confronted about them.

The thought which, brings you back to reality, as you finally remember what your main goal here is in the first place.

“And for what is the purpose of your gawking?”

The stern, cold, and proper voice of your patient at the moment makes your brows furrow, as you click your tongue and grab the cloth, washing the small, yet sharp gash off his back, thankfully not deep enough to cause any infection of sorts, yet seeing the deep pure red of the blood shine through his normal dull-colored body made you hiss, unable to not feel horrible when seeing him like this. Especially when his favorite white cloth in the kitchen had to be used for this and most likely disposed of after, and his face looked frustrated with the turn of events. That critical face of his made you even more irritated than before.

 Mordecai was not the type of guy who’d come home like this, not one to open the door to the house and drop dead on the floor from exhaustion. Something has happened, something is wrong and he won’t tell you a word about it. Typical; but also infuriating this time.

 If this was a usual day, you’d see him not answering your questions or telling you about some worrisome parts of his job the norm. After all, the relationship between you two, no matter how much it had grown over the years, has still strictly started as professional.

It was a deal struck between you two, the landlord of the house was always quite suspicious of the man, and wouldn’t give him the place unless he found a suitable roommate, Mordecai tried to suggest his friend Viktor, which the landlord immediately denied, becoming a bit too afraid at the power the two duos could have over him if maddened enough. Mordecai spoke to Atlas about it and Atlas spoke to Mitzi. And she, always the fan of teasing Heller, has suggested you help. Newcomer to St. Louis, a pianist, and in need of a good home after your last one was littered with the loudest neighbors you’ve ever met. Mordecai was displeased with the idea at first, but given how the house was a perfect fit for the job he had, he had no choice but to accept.  

Rules were set, boundaries were given. The relationship has always had a professional and begrudging beginning, since you for one didn’t want to be roommate with him either, being baffled by the idea of living with the guy who could stand in front of a mass of corpses yet care for his lost cufflinks more. Yet, you didn’t have the heart to say no to Mitzi at the time, since she was the one who found you doing a gig in an old dirty nightclub and was generous enough to give you a job here. Your reason makes you feel bitter now, given how easily you left when everything started to crumble.

 “I’m not gawking.” You grumbled. “ I’m just shocked. That’s all.” You spoke, as you pointed to the torn to bits coat dripping with what smelled like gasoline. “where were you?! was it some psycho circus?” you scoffed. “ I’ve never seen you this messy since-“

He flinched in his seat, and you weren’t sure if it was because you were putting too much pressure or the amount of embarrassment he felt from that day.“Don’t,��bring that up.”

“And it wasn’t a circus, mind you.” he surprisingly answered, most likely to run away from the latter subject. “My partners decided to make a simple task into an outnumbered fight. It was impossible to not get injured.”

“Partners?” you wanted to ask more, given how this is probably the only time he’ll share the details of his job in Marigold. “you mean those two cats that drove you here last night?”

He nods as he lifts his arm, letting you pass the roll of bandage through the front and behind his shoulders. You hum, shocked by this new information, given that, “You know, they visited me at my job today.”

To that sentence, Mordecai seemed to have startled. Turning around you and looking at you with widened eyes. “Seriously?” his brows shift in concern. “You’re certain it was them?”

“I mean, they did approach me.” you shrugged and added,” suddenly started flirting with me too. It was weird, but kinda cute.” They were pleasant to speak to, in their own way. There was this sort of charm they had, a strange trance that made you easily speak to them, though being cautious enough to not spill anything about Mordecai’s life while doing so.

Mordecai’s brows even furrowed more, yet he turned back around to let you finish the task at hand. Moving on to the next scar as he spoke. “That explains their behavior tonight. ow-” He then hissed a bit in pain, and you mumbled out a sorry. “I didn’t expect them to ask what your ‘type’ exactly is. “He grumbled. “It has distracted me much throughout the fight.” He seemed quite annoyed by it all, his expression being just like the times when he sees a vermin trying to crawl through your windows. “And why on earth would they flirt with you?” he grimaced, and his nose scrunched. “Why would they find the need for such an act?!” this, was the Mordecai you knew. It was the same Mordecai that Viktor and you have grown so accustomed to. The cat who likes order and is strict about attire and presentation, since he believes it’s a mirror to one’s personality, the guy who has debates about different books you’ve both read, a man known for his lack of understanding of social situations, something that he always goes to you for help about it, or just to rant about the ‘absurd’ situation he was put in. this was your roommate, and perhaps that’s why you haven’t left him. Even after Atlas’ death.

“Maybe because I’m gorgeous,” you joked. “Have you ever thought of that as a reason?”  

He went quiet in response, and you gave a fake gasp of distraught.

“Mordecai Heller, do you think I’m ugly?”

As the roll of bandages was now cut, he turned around to you as you sat down on the bench near him. “No,” he replied, yet there was a conflicted frown on his face. “ I have no thoughts on your appearance. I don’t care much for it….though…I…” he seemed to be in thought, as if he didn’t know his own feelings or opinions on the subject either. “…I don’t like this.”

“You don’t like…what exactly?”

He shifted at that, his gaze still deep in frustrated thought as he sighed and looked up at you with stern eyes. “Why so many questions?” he tries to stir the conversation away. “I don’t see why you’d be so interested in them.”

“Well, you might not, but as someone who‘ll go on a date with Mr.Savoy soon—“

“NICO?!”

You held back your snort as you leaned into the chair, looking back at him with a teasing smile. “Well, to be fair it’s on trial for now.” You shrugged. “But he seemed quite the charmer, pretty handsome too so— why not?”

Mordecai became silent, and you wondered what you’d done wrong to not have him ramble on about why a date with him is preposterous instead. Living with Mordecai for so long has made you learn how he truly feels by just his posture or movements. And of now, with the still, almost like a statue form and furrowed brows, with his green eyes staring intensely at you, you knew something was up. Something did happen, a situation that is much more likely involved with the Savoy siblings.

After an uncomfortable few minutes of silence, he finally speaks. “Well, I wish you luck on the date.” He clears his throat.” But….” He looks away, but from his voice and years of experience, you knew he was concerned, and his eyes though gazing away from yours are full of subtle worry. “I advise you to not associate with them for long.”

You take a breath, shifting in your seat a bit and straightening your posture, looking at him questioningly. “And I shouldn’t because?...”

“They’re dangerous.” Says the guy who has the same job as them. Your eyes squinted a bit as judgment and he rolled his. “I mean personality-wise.” He continued. “And in any case, you’re not much of a good fit with Nico….” His arms crossed and he muttered. “You’re certainly better than that.”

The words make you smile a bit, some tensity of the situation now slipping away. “Alright then, I’ll decline him…If…”

He gave you an annoyed frown, eyes showing a complete grimace over letting you add a deal with this. He sighed. “Yes, yes I’ll do your dishes for a week-“

“No. that’s not my deal.” You cut him off, and he looked at you with shock.

“Then what do you want?”

“A date.” You answered. “With you.”

“…”

Silence seemed to be your answer. He looked baffled, yet a bit endeared, his form jolted a bit when he caught you staring and awaiting his answer. He looked flustered and hesitant as he spoke once more. “I don’t see why you’d want that.” He nearly mumbled.” Dates— are for people who’d like to see each other every day, but due to some circumstances cant— so they pick up a time to do so.” He clasped his hands together. “You and I, however, are roommates.” He tilts his head a bit forward. “Though I must admit I do enjoy your company, I already see it every day, so then— what would be the goal of this date?” he gives you a confused look. “It would be pointless and an annoyance given how two should be in a crowded, extremely social place for dates.”

You nod a bit, and start sitting a bit more comfortably in your chair and start to debate. “Well then, I’d have to disagree.”

“Oh? And why is that?”

“Well, to start off,” you looked at him with a small smirk. “Dates— are not just for people who can’t see each other every day. If that is the case then why do married people still go on dates in this day and age? Dates can also be seen as a change of atmosphere— and though I enjoy your company as well.” You nod your head. “ I’m a bit tired of this routine I’ve trapped myself in, day in and day out I just work and come back home— surely you’re tired of your work as well- given your state at the moment.”

He huffs and tilts his glasses back. “I suppose I am.”

You gave a grin. “And third of all—“you lean back on your hand. “There’s no need for it to be someplace crowded— you just think it must be social because you’ve only seen it in such places. We can go somewhere quiet, so how about a library?”

He pauses for a moment before answering. “Library sounds nice.”

“So it’s a date?”

He hums for a moment. “It’s a date…if…”

You scoffed. “Well played. What’s the catch?”

Mordecai gives you a small smile. He gives a glance at the bandages on his back. “It’s settled if I can acquire your assistance with wounds next time as well.”

“Fine then. That is if you do get injured. Tonight was a rare one.”

For a moment in his thoughts, Mordecai considered if he should get injured up a bit more again. “It’s a date then.” He concludes.

“It’s a date.”

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A/n: BTW the 'that' day line is basically a hint to the canon day in the comics where Mordecai gets drunk for the first time and just acts straight out of character and starts praising Viktor a lot and talking about him happily to others mdfenkgt

[thatkippycat]

Hi! I'd like to ask for a Rocky x reader oneshot (female or gender neutral works), where him and the reader were childhood best friends, and still are close. Basically since he joined Lackadaisy, he's been talking the reader up, and telling the group about the amazing stuff they've done, and telling them about how he'd like to take you on this date, then laying out said date.

Basically, he's simping hard. Then the reader comes down to Lackadaisy for a drink

How it ends could be up to you. Maybe the crew asks the reader outright, or states that he likes them, or maybe they force him to confess. Whatever you feel is right.

Aye aye cap'n!

Rocky Rickaby x GN!BestFriend!Reader

A little tired today so I will keep my little prelude short. Hope yall enjoy!

     Today was rough. Work sucked, the rain sucked, etc.,etc. Everything was just...blah. Luckily, you had a surefire way of cheering yourself up.

     Rocky Rickaby was an odd guy, to say the least, but you grew up with him. You knew him better than most other people, and that made being around him for extended periods of time fun instead of life threatening. Sure, you played the straight man in this comedy duo, but it felt good. Plus, Rocky's a sweetheart. Well, at least when he's not causing property damage.

     The Cafe was empty, which was pretty standard. The crew was probably down at the bar. Maybe Zib and the band were playing. Maybe Rocky was up there too. First thing first though, you needed to dry off. It was pouring rain outside and you were drenched. Plus, you could always sneak something from the kitchen.

     After a while of drying off and raiding the cafe's fridge, you headed down to the Lackadaisy. Horatio was sitting down by the door. It was more common for him to sit down when business was slow. Oddly enough though, the door was cracked open. Horatio put his finger to his lips, telling you to keep quiet, before motioning to sit down by him. You were confused until you heard Rocky's distinct voice carry through the opening.

"--and then I'd take Y/N on to the bridge overlooking the Mississippi and serenade them long into the night. I'd get down to them and finally ask Y/N out, and then we'd cuddle by the tracks until the sun comes up and the crickets go home."

"...wow Rocky, that's, um..."

"Excessive? Agreed. Just tell Y/N you love them and stop going on for hours about how you would ask them out."

"That's not what I was gonna say Zib, but I do agree a little. Why not just make ot simple."

"Oh Ms. Pepper, you know I can't do that. I just have to wait for the perfect moment, and then..."

     That was...a lot to take in. You wouldn't deny that you did have some feelings for Rocky, you just weren't sure how to act on them. Although now, you had a few ideas. One definitely stuck out to you.

     Getting off the ground and dusting yourself off, you headed towards the door, shooting Horatio a sly wink on the way out. Carefully, you maneuvered through the entrance, careful not to make a sound. Rocky was too busy talking about you to notice everyone looking over at you. Luckily, none of them said a word, letting you get up right behind him.

     You tapped him on the shoulder, making Rocky turn around. As soon as you got the chance, your grabbed him by his lucky tie and pulled him in for a kiss. A mix of quiet cheers and exasperated "finally"s accompanied the two of you as Rocky wrapped his arms around you. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Zib handing over some cash to Viktor too, losing a secret bet betweenthe two. As your lips parted, Rocky leaned into your ear, and whispered to you.

"Y'know, I think this was better than my idea."

[platinumrosetail]

hello I would like to request rocky or Mordecai from lackadaisy either one you choose being a yandere the scenario is that they see us and quickly fall in love with us the gn reader because of how gentle and kind we are or see how amazing we are either way they start to follow us but then we are attacked by a thief and is about to be stabbed but rocky and mordecai saves us.

Oooh, ok I’ll go with modecai for this one 😁 and seeing as you didn’t seem to have mentioned a gender I’ll go with gender neutral 😁.

Warning: noob author, gn reader, yandere romantic characters, and others.

Characters: mordecai.

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You two met when you applied for a job at marigold, Asa sweets thought you’dbe perfect for the trio of misfits so he assigned you to them. (I don’t actually know or remember if he’s ever called them that as it’s been so long since I read the comic but let’s pretend he does lol)

Mordecai was distant at first as he doesn’t really want to get attached to anyone only for them to leave but when he decides to pay attention so he can better strategize you into the plan as you soon became permanently in the group he starts to grow attached and gain feelings for you.

Of course this never really happened before so he doesn’t exactly have a name to place these feelings he gained without wanting to so it’ll be a while before he gets more comfortable with you as he would like to have a name to these feelings.

You and mordecai goes on more missions together without the savoy siblings and find out you two quite compatible when it comes to missions so you two often go together without the siblings which mordecai secretly enjoys.

Nico and serafine both likes to tease both of you two that both you and mordecai was perfect for each other, mordecai hides it but he gets flustered at their tease as he also thinks the two of you are a perfect match in the romantic department.

Though on one particular day your luck seemed to be nonexistent as you two were being followed by a thief after getting done with a job and getting rid of the evidence that it was marigold, but a thief thought it would be wise to target you and mordecai, mostly you though, which ended up with you getting stabbed as a distraction so the thief could take you bag as you would worry about your wound.

Mordecai was beyond pissed but first before he could take action against the thief for injuring his love he needed to treat you before any infection begins, after your wound was dressed and treated and you being in the comfort of your apartment he went and tracked down that thief who thought it was their lucky day and your misfortune but in reality it was the opposite, very much the opposite as he tortured the thief who thought that a man with glasses and what looks to be a lanky figure was too weak to fight them off from stealing from his lover; he secretly liked that many people think that you two were a couple and hoped it’ll happen soon, but he snapped out of it and began with torture this thief for injuring you. He’ll make sure that your safe, he has killed before and he doesn’t mind doing it for you if it meant he can have you in his arms and as his lover.

(A/n: hope y’all liked it! 😁 don’t really have anything else to say so hope y’all have a wonderful day/evening/night!!)

[0mysticmidnight0]

★HEYLLO, HEYA HI-★

★SO I SAW YOUR POST THAT YOU FEEL LIKE AND I WANNA REQUEST SOMETHING BUT BEFORE DOING THAT, WHAT ARE THE RULES AND LIMITS ABOUT THE STUFF THAT YOU WRITE AND WON'T WRITE?★

★LIKE, ARE THERE CERTAIN TROPES THAT YOU DON'T FEEL COMFORTABLE WRITING WITH? ANY CHARACTER LIMITS (aka, what characters do you write for)? ALSO, CAN THE READER BE ANYTHING ELSE THAN HUMAN (like mutant!reader or borrower/tiny reader, ect)?? WHAT ABOUT CREATING HEAD-CANONS? IM CURIOUS.★

★HDHD THANK YOU FOR READING THIS, HAVE A NICE DAY OR NIGHT <3★

Lovely question<3! I will write for fandoms such as: FNAF OHSHC ROTTMNT(RISE) TMNT 2012 Hazbin hotel helluva boss the amazing digital circus Sonic the hedgehog Murder Drones Lackadaisy ATLA LOK What i will do: fluff angst headcannons oneshots and more! have fun with it! What i won't do: SMUT/lemon/ A lot of nsfw T-cest Younger reader and older character or the other way around. PLEASE BE A BIT SPECIFIC WITH WHAT YOU REQUEST! IF I DO NOT UNDERSTAND OR STRUGGLE TO KNOW WHAT YOU ARE REQUESTING, I MIGHT DO THE REQUEST BUT WITH MY OWN PERSONAL TWIST OR NOT DO THEM AT ALL, APOLOGIES. and to answer your last questions, i will allow requests for non-human readers. Though if the gender is not specified i will have to default it to a gender neutral reader! You can pretty much request anything except the don'ts so have fun!

[lackadaisy-headcanon-supply-unit]

My friend directed me to this wonderful place and I’d like to ask if you could do some Rocky and Mordecai x reader headcanons with a dying s/o? I know it’s sad but angst is my drug

Pour one out for the most addictive yet least damaging drug in existence.

(Since you said “and” I’m operating under the impression that this is a poly relationship. If that was the intention than major power to you, your stoic ace bf and your mad noodle bf CW for obvious death mention and Google Translate use. Also, they’re a gender-neutral reader. If more is wanted for a specific gender, feel free to ask!)

It wasn’t supposed to happen. Maybe you drank too much and got behind the wheel of a car when you should’ve asked for a ride, maybe someone else drank too much and chanced things, maybe someone pulled a gun, maybe you’re just really unlucky and wound up deathly ill. In any case, you’re bedridden and likely not going to leave it again–at least not alive.

Mordecai was the first to find out about what happened to you. Either because you yourself told him or someone else did. Either way, he drops whatever he was doing and runs to find you as fast as possible.

He still tries to stay composed, but there’s an obvious edge to his voice that’s hard to ignore. Other cats mistake it as hatred or distain, but you know him well enough to hear it for what it actually is: fear.

He’s afraid of losing someone emotionally close to him. It’s not easy to break down his boundaries to that extent, you have and now you’re leaving. How dare you.

Rocky was next. Either someone at Lackadaisy lets it slip or someone at the hospital tells him more personally. Either way, it wipes the near-constant manic smile off his face and he practically breaks into the place just to see you.

So Mordecai is snapping at those around him and Rocky has latched on to your hand, refusing to let go. Time alone with them isn’t an option at the moment, so the nurses have to deal with a bristling Tuxedo cat who likely smells like blood and a tabby barely holding it together enough to say a few words.

Needless to say, the first day is awful. You’re in pain, Rocky’s holding your hand too tightly and Mordecai refuses to touch you but looks like he wants to. Neither of them calm down until visiting hours end–though Rocky makes it clear he’ll have to be forced away from you. Mordecai presses a kiss to your forehead and practically picks up your noodlier boyfriend to drag him out the door.

The next day, they’re a little bit calmer. It’s hard to see Rocky look so melancholy and angry at the world, but Mordecai looks more or less like his old self. They both sit by your bedside for a while to talk about things–your last will and testament, where to go from here, what to do with your things.

Well–Mordecai talks about those things. Rocky’s grabbed on to your hand again and leans into your touch when you pet him, careful to avoid the scar on his head. The only thing none of you bring up is the question that hangs unspoken in the air: how long you have left to live.

Eventually, however, they have to go. Rocky reluctantly pries himself away from you and heads out the door first; yet you grab Mordecai’s wrist before he can follow him.

His green eyes are clouded still with fear and it almost chokes the next words before you can force them out of your throat. You’re scared too. You don’t want to die any more than they want you to.

Rocky gets the okay from Mitzi to spend another little while with you and they both alternate between who keeps watch over you: holding you when you cry, helping you eat if they need to, recounting happier stories just to hear your laugh one more time.

The Savoys send a message that they’re going to miss the “jolie petite bombe” of Mordecai’s and that they’re going to take care of him for you.

Some of the Lackadaisy band members awkwardly come to visit if they can, either to talk or just to bluntly say goodbye. Zib himself is a no-show, though JJ says it’s less because he doesn’t care and more because he can’t stand to see a dying cat in person.

You live to see Mordecai distance himself from Rocky, the latter close the gap (somehow) and the two of them agree to stay together. You can go in peace, knowing that your idiot boyfriend has a grounding force and your closed-off lover has someone he can still willingly open up to (fuck knows the Savoys try, but they might as well be taking a crowbar to a welded-shut door with their attempts).

[damelilyday]

⟡ my requests are open ⟡ 

i write x readers (typically gender neutral) as well as different character headcanons

I write for...

  ✦ the owl house

  ✦ lackadaisy

i might add more, but that’s it for now

[roovali]

Heya, my name is Roo! I’m new here, not sure what I’ll do here yet, but we’ll find out. It’ll most likely be edits, head-canons, etc. we’ll see. Have fun here either way! <3

So, I’ve decided I’ll repost some of my one-shots here! Keep in mind a LOT of these are reposted from Wattpad from my rockyssimp account! They mainly have the read as GN, so everyone can read them.

Do I take requests? Yes! I will most likely I always write the reader as gender neutral tho. Please just don’t request anything problematic tho, I will do platonic one-shots as well! I DO NOT write smut.

What I write for…

Lackadaisy, BOTW, Helluva Boss, Hazbin Hotel, Invader Zim, Beastars, and FNaF!

[fun-k-board]

hello! < 3

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.

[glowinggator]

Ok so, imma start off simple, may i req a Rocky Rickaby x calm, collected, polite yet lowkey mysterious reader? It can be gender neutral pls. You can do this req later. Love your work and i hope your eating and doing well! 💖

Thank you so much for the request!! Bit shorter than I would have liked, but I hope it's alright!! <3

This is a textbook case of opposites attract. 

Rocky’s been around a lot of fake-polite people -- Southern Hospitality only goes so far, nevermind Midwest Niceties. He’s been on the receiving end of far too many sneers from the so-called “polite” upper-class businessmen. 

But you? Your politeness isn’t skin-deep.

You actually listen when he talks, are always courteous, and god isn't that just the most wonderful change? Needless to say, he attaches himself to you like glue. A bit of kindness goes a long way with Rocky. I won't say it's love at first sight… but it's pretty damn close. 

The two of you are quite a sight. It’s not uncommon to see him practically vibrating where he stands while you sit calmly. He'll prance around you in circles, waxing poetic as he sways to and fro while you gaze up at him. 

He is endlessly, and I mean endlessly, fascinated by you. Your past, and the way it guides your actions in the present , is shrouded in heavy mystery. And while he would love to know you on a deeper level… he won't pry. Lord knows he has enough secrets… it wouldn't be right to pry into your past without divulging his own. But sometimes when the music is loud and the conversation takes some of the weight off of him, he'll simply gaze at you. His pupils dilate as he recesses into his own thoughts, thinking about all of the possibilities that surround you. Maybe he's had a bit too much coffee today. 

He's actually rather hesitant to confess to you, despite the prose that he spills for you on the daily. You're, well, you. And he's just Rocky. He's not blind to the signs of infatuation and adoration -- he recognizes it very, very well in others. And if you had eyes on anyone else, he'd pick up on it in an instant. But he doesn't recognize it so much when it's directed at him. It'll either take quite the break of character from you to lay it on a bit thicker for him, or for one of you to have some near-death experience for him to confess. 

But when he does? Oh boy, if you thought you were attached at the hip before… 

He was always rather open with his affections -- the behavior doesn't change as much as the intensity does. His poetry gets a bit more syrupy, a bit more fanciful. And if you'll have him, he loves to touch -- to hold -- to be held. 

The only time you can get him to sit quiet and still  is when he gets to lay his head in your lap. The rest of the Lackadaisy crew would think he was dead, had it not been for his happy little tail flicks. 

You're a staple in many of his soliloquies -- it's only fair, with how often you occupy his thoughts. You'd think with the mystery that surrounds you that you'd be compared to a shadow, or a locked box, but he finds that comparison far too cliche and reductive. Nay, he sees you as the endless oceans -- deep and calm like the Pacific, yet as warm as the Atlantic. Naught to be truly known, yet beautiful all the same. 

All in all, you're his rock. The calm in his storm. The two of you couldn't be more different if you tried, but damn if you don't work well together. 

[bunnyluvx]

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rocky headcanons. love the little homeless less than sane kitty.

A/n: ask and you shall receive! since last night, I've gotten a tsunami of lackadaisy requests- thank you all so much!! as of now requests are still open for lackadaisy, since I've been waiting for some time to make some x reader for it lol. since many people wanting some general dating headcanons for Rocky, here's a gender neutral one for all of you!:D also, to the dear anon that asked for Freckle headcanons as well in the images, I'll do that request as well!! I'm glad that Rocky is getting so much love, he's such a silly guy whose trying his best in everything.

Rocky Rickaby x gn! reader general dating headcanons!

How you possibly met Rocky would differ into two scenarios and have different results. If met him in the little daisy café, the first thing you’ll see is the small bit of elegance he shows to others and his clumsiness and silliness as he rhymes poems while putting syrup in his tea. However, if met during his actual job, which is a bootlegger for the lackadaisy speakeasy, you’d be met with someone who shows an abundant amount of elegance the first moment you see him, yet gradually as time passes he shows more of his thrill for chaos and determination to cause the most insane things to happen. A normal fight with guns becomes one involving chainsaws and trucks all of a sudden, and you’d be left with multiple questions and concerns about how exactly did you all survive such a thing.

If asked Rocky, he’d only shrug and speak about it being a daily thing, mostly happening every three nights, and you’re left with just more concern for his safety throughout it. Though, Rocky reassures that he’s got it handled.

“Rocky, you were stabbed.”

“I know right?! Who brings a knife to a gunfight?!”

“didn’t you bring a chainsaw?-“

In Rocky’s case, the one who first realizes they’re in love depends on you, this time. Because Rocky realizing it would take a few weeks, but it won’t take too long for him to notice his emotions for you aren't much platonic anymore. So if after his realization, you do like him back and try to flirt with him, he will comply and verse poems of love. If not, and you’re still unsure of your feelings for him, he’d lightheartedly flirt with you, but tries to not come off too hard that it’d overwhelm you.

First one to confess though? Most certainly Rocky. Although he can hide his negative feelings such as the thoughts about his past and some outcomes of his actions quite easily, he cannot for the life of him hide positive ones. So if he likes you, it's abundantly clear. The way he’d confess, would probably try to be with a romantic dinner date and poem, but if unlucky enough, you’d find him confessing to you while you’re both being chased down by some people who are very well-armed with guns.

If said yes, he’d be beaming. A surge of motivation causes him to grin maniacally and grab a spare gun in the back of the car, full-on throwing bottles lit up and filled with gasoline with no real aim on who whatsoever as you try to drive away. His signature laugh is booming through the streets, and he is singing some verses about finding love and whatnot.

Being in love with the cat of chaos himself, Rocky Rickaby has its perks and downsides for sure. One perk, would be how caring he is towards his partner. Having someone who is even remotely interested in him is rare, and whenever he meets someone who cares even that much, he tends to stick to them since he knows they’re the only one. So having someone interested in him in a romantic light is like he’s won the lottery, and he’s gotten the prize that he can’t afford to lose. It's nice, how caring he can be and how he’s always there when you need him, but the downside of said perk is how determined he can get at times. He will not stop until a need of yours is met or a task you mentioned not wanting to do is perfectly finished, which..with his sort of rollercoaster of luck, it leads to unwanted results and a heavy amount of mess to clean up.

He’s a romantic at heart, but his clumsy nature at times leaves him to do romantic things very poorly. For example, a love letter he makes is filled with different doodles and messy handwriting, a few hearts made from cardboard of a cookie box messily glued to the paper, and the paper itself, is quite wrinkled when given. Yet, if you thank him and tell him how much you loved the letter, he’d be smiling more than before the entire day.

Yet, there are times when the romantic action is done brilliantly well, whether it's because of his luck or just sheer focus on the subject in the situation, you do find yourself extremely flustered and touched by the things he does, and he cherishes those moment lots.

PDA is his thing and no you cannot escape it. if shown a very strong disinterest in it, sure, he’ll back off for a bit, but if not, then expect many many affectionate touches, such as hand-holding, kissing your cheek or forehead, and cuddling. He does all of those but kissing you on the lips. since he sees those moments as of much importance and believes that they should be done at only the best of times to make them even more special.

This is most likely common knowledge, but Rocky would most definitely and absolutely write poems about you. usually even, the love letters are littered in poems. whether they’re good or not depends on your taste, which he will try to accommodate to by hearing who your favorite writer or poet is.

He also definitely plays violin for you when you’re occupied with a task. He’ll say he’s your personal musician, and will do anything to satisfy the customer with his tunes, even if trying to cover a favorite song of yours perfectly in one go leads to a few strings getting loose.

If it's not obvious enough, his love language is physical affection, and gift-giving. The love language he likes to receive most, however, is words of affirmation and also physical affection. Praises and compliments mean the world to him, he plays every praise you say in his head like a mantra, and it gives him determination for the day to finish up all his tasks and see you again.

No one believes Rocky when he mentions that he has a lover, and so, when they do meet you, best to say drinks were spilled and gasps were exchanged. Some tell you to blink twice for help, while others wonder if you were as mad as he was, since you’re dating him of all people. Though, in the end, they take a liking to you, since they believe that you keep Rocky in check when it’s needed, and decrease the number of problems that he causes.

Indulge in his hobbies for even one second and expect an over-eager to share Rocky info-dumping everything he knows. If you indulge enough, you’ll even get some bits and parts about his childhood, which speaking of, he never says a word of. Usually when asked, he’ll brush it off and summarize it as him taking odd jobs since he was a child, but delving deeper into such territories will only happen if you were in a relationship with him for much more than a year, and even till that time, it will take a lot of hesitancy and excuses for him to start explaining.

He’s smitten with you, there’s no doubt about it and if you ever get into any trouble, whether you’re independent or not, he'll think that you're in desperate need of help, and will do anything he can to assist you with it. whether you actually want it or not.

In summary, a love life with him consists of many adventures and chaos, but the amount of attention and love he gives to it makes it all worth it at times. He feels lucky that someone considers him fit to be their boyfriend, and will do anything he can to keep you.

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AHHH YOU DO LACKADAISY REQUESTS??? May I request reader awkwardly confessing to Rocky and thinking it it was a mistake until he gets all happy and does the Beam™

YES YES YES

Pronouns used : None

Note(s) : I can't write romance or Rocky well ahhhhh please help me

I fumbled with the seams and ends of my clothes, whether a shirt, skirt or jacket whatever I wore was pulled on and scratched at. By the end, Mordecai would've shot me dead for the lack of symmetry after I played with the fabrics for so long. The loud cars outside were muffled by the cafe walls, the aching smell of emmisions clawed it's way in which done nothing to calm my scattered thoughts.

Smoke reminded me of him, the chaotic and almost evil laughter while everything burned behind him caused my cheeks to burn with shyness. I could never tell if he noticed my affectionate and obsessive stares, but curiosity kills the cat, and maybe I would be let back with the promise of love if he returned my feelings.

"You got me pancakes!??" A paw and a violin slammed onto the table, my fur stood on end and I let out a hiss, ears snapped back and tail bushy with shock. The man in question arrived, his lucky R tie on with his signature grin accompanied, tail swishing back and forth with pure joy. Coughing, I patted down my fluffed out fur, his unwavering energy bouncing back at me.

"See? This is why you're the best person I know." His eyes drifted upwards, meeting mine while I felt my cheeks burn yet again. Subconsciously, my ears pinned back with embarrassment and I struggled to get the next words out. Looking down as if my legs were the most interesting thing I'd ever witnessed.

"Oh! Uhm, yeah." I paused, unsure of how to go on as Rocky sat down opposite me in record speed, setting down his violin on the seat next to him. He looked up at me to continue for a moment, after seeing I didn't object to him eating he began wolfing down his meal with eyes closed in contempt, syrup messily spreading all over him. Looking down at my own food, I felt like I'd get more sick if I ate, wanting to get everything over and done with quickly. "You can have mine if you want, there was a discount so I got two." Rocky momentarily stopped, eyes wide and brimming with tears of happiness at the food before him.

"I asked you here about. Well. What I mean to say is-" Realising he didn't hear me from how quiet I was, I breathed in and out, preparing myself. "I really like you. Not in the friend way, like how Ivy and Freckle are, uhm, not that I'm saying we're exactly like that yknow? I just..." I suddenly felt nervous, my ears standing at attention for his reply, but he just swallowed his food and stared intently at me, pancakes forgotten with no expression that I could understand.

"I'm so, so sorry this was dumb I should leave." His unwavering eyes felt like bullets tearing into my flesh, I ached to leave and just as I tried to releave myself of that pain by snapping my arm back to my side, attempting to shakily stand stand up when a familiar paw gripped onto my own. My face may not have visibly gone red, but that didn't change how my entire body was on fire, paws sweaty and shaky as I managed to look up, wide and loving eyes stared back at me. I almost choked at his next words.

Syrup dripped down onto his lucky tie and I instinctively reached over to wipe it off, looking back up at him for a moment I noticed what I was doing, his unblinking eyes so close my breath practically transferring to his. Suddenly self conscious over everything I was doing, my eyes began to dart around nervously, breath quickening as the air shifted to feel like I was suffocating in deep water.

EXTRA -

"You do?" Rocky's face turned to a softer version of his regular smile, my feelings were maxed out as I stumbled over my words, nerves over the roof and unsure if this was an acceptance. Instead nodding sharply. Almost as fast as a bullet, he reached over to hug me and laughed like a maniac. My arms shyly reached over and hugged him back, I could feel him move up and down going from the toes of his feet to them being flat, voice vibrating on my chest and making me snuggle into his collarbone.

I heard a sharp cough and practically had to force the man's strong grip off me, while his laughter died down, he remained uncaring of the guest at our table. When I finally managed to pull his noodle arms off me, I turned to the newcomer and didn't see his demeanor die down for a moment.

"Please don't be disruptive. We have other patrons to serve." One of the waitress' stood by the table, dissaproving gaze in full display as her sharp tone made me suddenly hyper aware of the noise level Rocky was previously laughing at. Speaking of, he didn't reply, and the second my eyes turned to him he simply toothily grinned at me with eyes wide and nothing but happiness in them.

"Oh! I'm sorry, we'll leave." My head shot down in embarrassment, she scoffed and her feet stomped away in annoyance, I looked up at Rocky to see he didn't even look at her as she walked away. No attempt to move or grab his violin.

That's when it happened, he began vibrating. The bright light became searing and I had to look away in fear of blindness, I could hear screams as I felt a hot burn begin on my body. That's when my vision went and a ringing was all I could hear. Bodies littereted the remains of the cafe, fire spreading rapidly as he began burning his way through the earth, creating a crator of pure light. He beamed™ and there were no survivors.

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OUTDATED MASTERLIST

ABOUT ME - RULES - TAGS I USE - WHAT I WRITE FOR NAVIGATION - QUEUE - MASTERLIST NAVIGATION - OUTDATED MASTERLIST - ANON LIST / TAG LIST

Note(s): This is for all of the works I've written before October 22 2024. Still in progress.

MONKIE KID

Macaque X Gn!Umbrakinesis!Reader

LIFE IS STRANGE : TRUE COLOURS

Alex Chen X Gn!Reader

DANGANRONPA

Mukuro X Male Reader

AVATAR 2009 / WAY OF WATER

AVATAR 2009 with a Human ! S/O who adores Christmas - Jake Sully, Neytiri, Tsu'tey

AVATAR: WAY OF WATER headcanons

AVATAR: WAY OF WATER with a Moth from Sky Children Of The Light - Prologue, Part one.1, Part one.2

Rotxo X Metkayina ! Reader

My Angst Avatar Way Of Water Headcanons

AVATAR : WAY OF WATER with a Human ! S/O who has psoriasis - Neteyam, Lo'ak, Kiri, Ao'nung, Tsireya

YOUNG JUSTICE

OG young justice team with a gn Ninja Reader - Kaldur'ahm, M'Gann, M'Orzz,

GENSHIN IMPACT

Genshin Impact general headcanons

THE SCHOOL FOR GOOD AND EVIL

Hort X Gn!Reader with a relationship like Morticia and Gomez Addams

Hort X reader romantic headcanons

Hester X Gender Neutral ! Reader Headcanons

LACKADAISY

Reader awkwardly confessing to Rocky and thinking it was a mistake until he gets all happy and does the Beam™

Teen reader who wants to be part of the Lackadaisy Speakeasy - Rocky, Mitzi, Ivy, Calvin, Viktor

Child rocky X child reader

rocky rickaby general headcanons with a gn!reader

Mordecai Heller GN dating Headcanons

SPIDER-MAN

Spider-Man Into / Across The Spiderverse Gwen Stacy Headcanons!

Dating headcanons for ATSV Ben Reilly

The Insomniac Spider-Men with a horror movie night

Spider-Man is... Peter Parker!? PT.1

MARVELS SPIDER-MAN - Black Cat kissing her gender neutral S/O

TMNT

TMNT: Mutant Mayhem X Gender Neutral Reader dating headcanons

TMNT 2012 with an AFAB s/o on their period

Leonardo X Fem! Reader who's short and busty

MORTAL KOMBAT

Tomas Vrbada / Smoke Friendship Headcanons

Syzoth / Reptile Friendship / General Headcanons

What type of Cards Against Humanity players would the Mortal Kombat X Kast be?

Bi-Han / Sub-Zero with a boyfriend who's his childhood friend

Johnny Cage X Gender Neutral Popstar Reader Intros

Mortal Kombat 1 Intros with a Spider-Man Reader

Mortal Kombat 2021 with a Platonic, Child reader

Mortal Kombat 1 With a Venom Symbiote Spider-Man Reader

LORD OF THE RINGS

Lord Of The Rings With a Platonic, Child Reader From Our World

MIXED MEDIA

HALLOWEEN SPECIAL how would some of my favourite characters be if their S/O loves Halloween?

X-MEN

Completely random headcanons that make no sense and are completely out of character for (movie) X-Men characters

The Brotherhood (X-Men: Evolution) X gender neutral crush - Quicksilver, The Blob, Toad

X-MEN '97 - Little reader who's fussy and tends to have tantrums - Rogue, Storm

BALDURS GATE 3

Dammon, Rolan and Zevlor If Their Gender Neutral Crush Accidentally Confesses To Him Headcanons

THE DRAGON PRINCE

Why Ethari grew out his hair headcanon

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I'm so excited for a new lackadaisy blog!! Could I have some platonic headcanons for Zib, Mordecai and Ivy with an approachable person who has become a very close friend to them (against all odds)? Maybe they could remind Mordecai of his sisters or something.

(Some context! Reader is gender-neutral, as is the fallback when no gender is otherwise specified. Reader also works at Marigold but apparently really gets around (in the “they’re all over the place” sense). Reader also sucks at handling a gun. But we’ll get into that in a moment.)

MORDECAI

As Marigold’s resident emotionless prick, it wouldn’t be a very far stretch to assume that he left any platonic affection he had left at the Lackadaisy when he “reasoned with” Viktor before leaving.

He may very well have. But there’s something about Y/N that keeps drawing him in. He understands about as much as anyone else–they’re loud, they’re rambunctious, they keep bringing him into conversations, they can read when he wants to speak for himself and when he’d rather someone else talks for him and their laugh is so damn familiar. (If you see them being another Tuxedo cat then they drive him even more mad, because it’s like looking at an older version of one of his younger sisters.)

Y/N doesn’t push or force his hand. They don’t jump to conclusions and can at least outwardly take thinly veiled distaste with a smile and an “aw, you love me!”.

They’re also incredibly clumsy with a gun. Which is probably the only reason they play nice with Mordecai in the first place.

Still, he’ll take it. He’ll enjoy their laughter, answer their questions and fight against his hope to see them again, the anger that flares when they get wounded, the warm feeling he gets when they playfully tease him and the way his ears prick up when he hears their voice.

Damned cat features and their annoying habit of giving away his actual feelings towards people.

ZIB

Zib doesn’t tend to show when he’s warming up to people. Aside from a lukewarm pat on the shoulder or greeting nod, he doesn’t do much to suggest you’ve gone from acquaintance to friend.

Unless you’re Y/N and manage to meet and befriend him in the same night when he’s locked up in a drunken stupor.

Drunk Zib is vocal Zib. Y/N (similarly a little sloshed) is a Marigold cat who doesn’t act like one. One or the other strikes up a conversation and they hit it off to the point that a guard yells at them to shut up a few times.

If this causes Y/N to cry, Zib will talk back at the guard to draw his anger towards him. If they shrug (or even laugh) it off, Zib will take a shot at the guard anyway. (If this makes them laugh even more he’ll make it his drunken priority to keep them laughing until they start coughing.)

Someone at Marigold will likely pay Y/N’s bail. They sweet-talk them into paying Zib’s too, dubbing him their “best friend”.

Zib will barely remember anything about his stint in jail the next day…Up until he sees a familiar cat enthusiastically waving at him before disappearing into the crowd after Mordecai.

It seems he has a friend in the Marigold gang. Conflicting loyalties abound. How did such a sweet cat get tied up with that crowd?

IVY

It was accidental on both sides, but as it turned out: Y/N did (or used to) go to the same college Ivy does.

They met each other in a shootout that went horribly awry (for Lackadaisy’s side). Ivy was huddled under the car trying to remain quiet…But unfortunately, her bushed-up-from-fear tail was sticking out from the shadow.

Unfortunately, someone found her. Fortunately, it was Y/N; who either didn’t have the heart to shoot a clearly young cat or didn’t feel like shooting the getaway driver. For whatever reason, Ivy was met with a hand out to help her up instead of the muzzle of a gun.

The two huddle on the other side of the car to avoid being seen before Ivy lights into Y/N for the whole thing. Claws are out and teeth are bared for a moment before an explosion goes off and they cling to one another for comfort.

Y/N is (or at least seems to be) in the same boat as Ivy. They’re in it for the adrenaline rush, the actual shooting-and-killing aspect isn’t for them. The common ground soothes Ivy enough to open up a bit and for some reason she finds herself easily taking up conversation with a Marigold cat.

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. A shrill whistle makes Y/N’s ears prick and dread come across their features. They swear to cover for Ivy and bolt–and true to their word, nobody comes after her.

The next day, Ivy catches a glimpse of a familiar cat on college grounds. Meeting up with a Marigold in a public place on friendly terms isn’t something she thought she’d be doing, but here she is–catching up with Y/N, introducing herself like they’ve never met before, shoulder slumping with relief when they catch on and do the same.

They befriend each other properly on common ground and even walk together to their next respective classes; them being in the same building. An idea has already wriggled into Ivy’s brain and sits in the dark like a snake about to strike.

Y/N doesn’t seem to have a whole lot of loyalty towards Marigold. Not if they’re willing to lie to their fellow gang members and spare the life of a getaway driver. It could be because Ivy’s young, but it also could be that they feel more loyal to a cat they met five minutes ago.

If they’re not new to the gang, what does that mean for Marigold?