#Ricky Pickering

[birdiesflying]

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[hunter-killugon]

Jacob Portman head cannons bc we love him

+ a few others

-His parents made him do a bunch of sports when he was young

-At some point he tried to learn a new language

-He did swim lessons for a long time now he's a really good swimmer

-He grips his pencil weird

-Didn't like fizzy drinks (soda, sparkling water, ect)

-Loves chocolate milk but will not drink regular milk

- He either hates mint or loves it

-plays animal crossing and stardew valley sometimes

-He's a dog person, he loves swimming with them, but his mom is allergic so he couldn't have one

-Got a pet fish instead

-Ricky has had many pet hamsters and they have all had tragic deaths

-He had a drawing phase and he was good at it

-he stopped bc his dad told him it's useless

-scared of disappointment and rejection

-has tried dr*gs and alcohol before (caused by peer pressure)

-His dad was an alcoholic

-His mom was a workaholic

-Ricky's mom is really cool

-Jacob secretly learned how to cook and never told anybody

-It takes a long time before anybody finds out

Feel free to add on to these or use them

[eleanorandphantom]

RICKY WHEN I CATCH YOU RICKY🧑‍🎤 🏃‍♀️💨

I HAVE BEEN THINKING OF MY MPHFPC DR SO FUCKING MUCH LATELY AAAAAAAAAAA

(I’ve also been obsessing over Ricky for some reason, like idk what it is but he keeps poppin in my head)

So like here’s some memories/details I remembered that I’ve obtained over the past week!!

Noor has a favorite grey sweatshirt that Lilly bought her, it has their names embroidered in the hand cuffs

Ricky’s singing voice is VERY similar to McCafferty and the song BEACHBOY is literally him

Claire is scared of swinging but when Olive or Enoch pushes her on the swing she is okay

Olive loves to run through the halls but on the ceiling when she takes her boots off

DEVILS ACRE SMELLS SO DANK EWWWWW (but like why do I love it there so much)

Ymbrynes have a social status based on their pocket watch (a beginner ymbryne would have a small quarter sized pocket watch with little to no engravings, as they grow as an ymbryne they will advance to bigger and more ornate watches, so far Miss Avocet was known to have the “best” pocket watch. It is an honor to be gifted your first pocket watch by older ymbrynes)

Millard sleep walks, and it’s terrifying because he normally sleeps without clothes so miss P forced him after a while, we had to walk in the middle of the night cuz he got out of the house and we couldn’t see him 😭

Bronwyn has hyperhydrosis like I do in my CR, she gets a lil insecure

Jacob talks about Ricky a lot to Noor, only to Noor because he feels that if he spoke about him to anyone else they would be terrified

Fiona hates growing mushrooms but they are one of her favorite plants

Hugh found a way to get high on honey. Miss P was PISSED.

Sharon is such a drunk uncle when he’s not brooding or mysterious, very grunkle Stan vibes

anyways that’s it for today!!! Please send asks I wanna talk about this more but I need detailed questions 😭🙏

[kallmeweirdhprroe]

So I’m planning on making Ricky’s backstory’s since he deserves better than what random gave us 😤

So I was wondering if anyone has any head canons of Ricky or head canons about Ricky and Jacob’s

Or how he would get along with any of the peculiars or ymbrynes

Just comment on the post if you have any

That would be appreciate

[bathseba]

This is a very old one, I still like it though. Jake and Ricky :)

[its2am-andimsad]

Hey I was wondering if you would draw Jacob & Ricky inside Ricky’s crown Vic white it’s raining?? They can be doing anything inside the crown Vic

I am so sorry if ur a car lover lmao

Also i tried drawing ricky semi-james deanish sob

but anyways!!!! They're listening to his music while jacob tries to decode the lyrics being screamed at him <3

[mphfpcincorrectquotes]

Manager: 'Do you have any sales experience?'

Ricky: 'I once sold a bag of oregano to some kids who thought it was weed.'

[kmcosplays]

good luck babe by chappell roan but its post cannon ricky and jacob

[bluestarjay]

Jacob Portman is probably bisexual, like, he hung out with a guy with green hair and probably piercings, and, if I were Jacob, I would've had such a huge crush on him 😍😍 Jacob has a sense of humor, and I imagine him as one of those nerdy bisexual guys that dates goth girls LMAO and Emma was the opposite but RICKY however,,,, anyways,,

This is kinda unrelated, but Jillard (Jacob/Millard) is actually so cute guys, it didn't stand out to me initially, but then I saw a post like a year ago and was like ??? Ok,,, that's cute,, and periodically, I check the tag and there's a lot more stuff there than the last time I checked. Idk there's just something about them,,,

Btw I wish Jacob's parents were talked about more like poor boy went through sm and the thought of his parents meeting all the peculiars was such a fun thought to me and then reading was like 😧💔 which like, I understand why they would freak out but they were actually so rude abt everything sometimes iirc (I think they'd be lowkey homophobic and insist he was going through a phase and then when he's still bi like 3 years after coming out they'd either be like "Well, it could still be a phase, I doubt this'll last forever, you know 🤷‍♂️😒" or "we never doubted you! We'll always support you 🥰🥰" and Jacob is just 😐😐. All he ever wanted was for his parents to support him in something)

Yippeee I hope this pride month has been great for everyone!!

[enochoconnor-girlie]

May I ask do you have any romantic hollowsmokes hc’s if not platonic is okay

Hollowsmokes is the ship name for (Jacob x Ricky that I found on some post)

didn’t know that was a name for it but okay! Personally I like them romantically but I also love them platonically.

-I think Ricky would be weirdly good at art. On that note he has drawn Jacob before (and threw it away immediately because he was embarrassed)

-Ricky kicks at himself everyday for what he did to Jacob

-Jacob does the same.

-They watched horror movies together. All. The. Time.

-remember in AMOD a kid from Jacob’s school saw him when he ordered pizza? Well that kid then told Ricky when school was back in (cause they were friends, ya know?) and that was a difficult time.

-Jacob mentions Noor being tall all the time. Who else is tall, hm…

-One time when they were bored they did each other’s makeup

-Jacob wore one of Ricky’s jackets one time,,,,, that was fun for both of them. ( I mean this in a TOTAL fluffy way. Don’t sexualize kids, that’s gross)

I didn’t do a lot because I don’t “actively” ship them. Basically they aren’t my favorite ship. But I gave you what I got.

[lov3-lik3-ghosts]

Hey I was wondering if you could write something about Jacob & Ricky (mphfpc characters) hanging out and also Jacob helping Ricky dye his hair green could it be romantic??

Stained Fingers

Pairing: Jacob Portman x Ricky Pickering.

Warnings: Not beta read. Awkwardness. Unestablished but budding relationship.

Summary: Ricky’s car breaks down on his way home. He takes solace in his (not) friends home, Jacob’s, while it storms, when he decides he wants to go through with dyeing his hair. (set before Abe’s death)

Format: Drabble.

Word count: 1.5k

A/n: Hello! Please note that I hadn’t heard of Ricky before this, as I’d only watched the movie, but had luckily bought book one a few months back! Everything I know about him comes from the first few chapters. I really hope I’ve managed to do your request and their character’s justice. I apologise for the long wait. Congratulations on being my first commission! Thank you so much, it means the world to me! ♡

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Jacob usually had the time to plan before Ricky came over but this time, Ricky had arrived unannounced and drenched and shivering under the onslaught of pelting rain and rough winds. He had no coat to burrow into and no umbrella for cover, just the clothes on his back and the bag in his hands.

Jacob had ushered him in with shock, given him a towel to dry off with and the most oversized of his clothes to change into while he explained that hadn’t had anywhere else to turn. That his car had broken down a half hour away from his home and Jacob was the closest solace he could think of. That he hadn’t thought to stop in the rows of cafè’s or the half-deserted laundromats on his way. Jake’s heart warmed.

They’d huddled down in his room after that, where the thermostat was turned up and blankets piled atop his bed, and Jacob had forced a cup of coffee into Ricky’s hands to warm both his hands and his innards.

But Ricky and Jacob never had too much to say to the other and they’d been sitting in silence long enough for the mug to sit empty on the bedside table and for Ricky to stop tremmering. Usually, with the time to plan out something for them to do, the two of them would play whatever crappy video game they could find or Portman would tutor him in whatever he was struggling most with at the time but without it… Jacob doesn’t think they’ve ever just spent time together just to spend time together. Ever been around each other without it feeling almost like an obligation.

He couldn’t help but wonder if they were actually friends or just akin to close acquaintances. Maybe unplanned visits would further their friendship. He hoped it would.

Jake was never great at silence, and neither was Ricky it seemed, because they both opened their mouths and began to speak at the same time with a lingering awkwardness.

“Do you min-”

“Do you wan-”

They paused, looking at each other with sheepish eyes and tight-lipped smiles. Ricky waved a hand as if to say ‘you go ahead’ and Jacob shook his head and nodded at him to say what he wanted.

“I was just going to ask if you’d mind if I dyed my hair? I was going home to do it but, y’know, my car.” He cleared his throat.

“Oh- uh- no. No, go ahead,” He shook his head and gestured at the bag by the door. “Just try not to get it on anything, my mom’ll kill me.”

“‘Course.” Ricky stood from his nest of blankets and moved to the bag, taking a box of dye from inside it with a picture of a man with a head full of green hair holding up a murky bottle stained with the same shade. The box was caved in and damp from the storm outside, the rain having soaked through the fabric, Ricky sighed lowly through his teeth at the sight of it.

“You’re going green?” Jake asked, voice coated in judgemental surprise. He felt a rush of mourn at the thought of Ricky’s natural hair disappearing under a vibrant, unnatural shade.

“What, you don’t like it?” He raised a brow, looking over his shoulder.

“It’s not ba-” He stopped at Ricky’s knowing glance, relenting into telling the truth and forgoing social politeness. “It’s awful.” He frowned. “I like your hair now. It suits you, it’s yours. I don’t know why you’d choose green of all colours, but I guess if anyone would suit it, it would be you.”

“Thank you?” Ricky's face furrowed. “I just like the look of it. I can always change if it turns out shit.” Jacob hummed in response, watching as Ricky walked over to the mirror hung on his wall and began to mix the dye together.

The colour in the pot was shades darker than the man in the advertisement photo and looked more like something Jacob could get behind. He saw Ricky frown through the mirror, a downturn and pursue of his lips, before he looked up and caught eyes with Jake and smiled. His breath caught in his throat and he forced a smile back.

The first slather of dye painted the sides of his head where the hair was shorter and shallower and gave the effect that his hair was wet — which Jacob supposed it was, really. The colouring wasn’t instantaneous through the roots but the dye was green already and Jacob felt an almost physical sensation of grief at the first signs of his favourite head of hair changing.

The more Ricky applied the more he began to look as though he’d slicked it back with a thick discoloured gel but there was a large section on the back of his head that Ricky missed every time he tried to get it and Jacob felt an amusement bubble in his stomach and fester in his chest. He wasn’t sure if Ricky could tell at first, with not being able to the back of his head, but his jaw began to tick and his eyes began to narrow until eventually he reached his fingers around width and felt along the dry area with a huff.

“Need help?” He called.

Ricky sunk his teeth into his lower lip, looking away from his frustrated reflection and straight at him. His lips parted and he in-took a breath like he was going to say something before hesitating. “Please.” He swallowed and gave a curt nod.

Jake moved from his burrow of pillows and blankets, shivering at the loss of warmth, and walked the short distance to him while grinning. The pot of hair-dye was half empty and the closer he got the stronger the chemical scent stung his nose, he quite liked it. Ricky didn’t have an application brush, just the gloves on his hands that came with the dye and Jacob felt no point in having him remove them for his own hands when he would surely stain them through the process anyway.

The patch of unslathered hair was small and wouldn’t require too much of the paste so Jacob chose to just stick a couple fingers into the substance and apply it that way. Ricky made a noise of indignation, looking at Jacob incredulously. “That’ll dye your fingers green, you idiot.” He tsked.

Jacob shrugged. “So?”

“I thought you didn’t like the colour?” He reminded.

“It’s alright.” He said passively. It’s your colour now. “I was right, you pull it off.”

Ricky’s chest rose with a breath and stuttered in its fall. His eyes flashed with something that stirred Jacob’s stomach but it was gone as quick as it came, hidden underneath the closed offedness that he always masked under.

“Did you get all the other sections?” Jacob asked. Ricky nodded with the flesh of his cheek sucked between his molars. “Then you’re all done.”

Pickering turned to face him, looking down at him as he removed the clear gloves in a way that turned them inside out and shoved them into the empty box. The green was smeared along his hairline and travelled down his forehead and temples and the tops of his ears in a way that Jacob found endearing. Ricky’s larger hand rose encased the width of his wrist in a cradle and the other moved to trail along his palm and up his slender fingers in a soft caress. The movement followed the outline of dye splotched wetly against his skin, stroking there with tender affection. Jacob’s face reddened in a splatter warmth.

His eyes moved from their hands and connected with Ricky’s watching ones with a spark of passion. Ricky’s eyes flickered down to his lips and back up again and Jacob thought, hoped, that he would lean down and kiss him and then never stop kissing him ever again. But instead, he stepped back and dropped his grip from Jacob’s wrist with a thick swallow.

“Thank you.”

“No problem.” He breathed.

There was a moment of the same silence from before, the one where they didn’t know what to do with themselves and looked sheepish and out of place. Jacob shuffled on his feet, looking anywhere but at Ricky with vehemence. Ricky was the one to break the silence.

“Can I- uh- use the shower? To wash it out?” He cleared his throat.

Jacob’s gaze snapped to him. “Yes, there’s shampoo in there — it’s the green bottle. I just need to wash my hands first.”

He walked out to the bathroom, twisting the knob of the warm water on with a sqeach. The skin of his hands was rubbed red and smelt strongly of the vanilla hand soap he’d used by the time he’d done washing them — no matter how hard he’d scrubbed the tips of his fingers still stayed green. Ricky’s green. And Ricky had scoffed at him in a manner that sounded awfully like “I told you so” without the words when he walked in and saw.

Jacob didn’t mind. People would see Ricky’s hair and then they would see his fingers and they’d know — they’d know it was Ricky’s hair dye staining him and they’d assume, assume something more was going on between them and Jake quite liked that thought. The thought that he was stained by a piece of Ricky in a way that others could see and not just in a way that marred his soul.

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[birdiesflying]

After months!!! More mphfpc twitter posts (part 5?? I think??)

[hunter-killugon]

Crying over Ricky and Jacob.

[trainwrecksys]

I’m sorry every time I see someone talk about Ricky Pickering from mphfpc I just immediately get the image in my head of RONNIE PICKERING, the rando sat in his car yelling at a motorcyclist like he should know who he is and the guy does not even give half a shit

I love this video so much I’m so sorry Ricky

[kallmeweirdhprroe]

Quick question

( let’s just pretend that Ricky & Jacob would forgive each other after the whole fight part and they do whatever untill they go to cainholm )

How would the peculiars think about Ricky if he joined Jacob to discover them in the first book

Especially when they enter the loop & meet Emma

The reason for this question is because I remember a few post about him and the peculiars and a fic that he met the peculiars

So I just want to get other people opinion’s opinion about this

But also how the people in the loop would react to Ricky since it is cannon that he’s a punk?? (I believe)

[coffeeanddimlights]

Jacob Portman HCs

- Definitely dabbled in romantic poetry at one point. He tried to write Noor a romantic poem about how beautiful she is and how much she means to him but he ended up rewriting it so many times he gave up (she’s too wonderful for words to fully encapsulate).

- He’s a lot more casual and curses more when speaking to Noor, Lilly, Ricky, and Enoch. He tries his best not to swear around the others to the point where they don’t believe Enoch when he tries to tattle on him.

- He thinks of Enoch as a little brother but would NEVER admit it. He taught him how to drive after TDoDA and despite the chaos, they bonded a lot over it and bicker less.

- He’s great at checkers but sucks ass at chess. I have no in-text proof it’s just a gut feeling. He has never won a game of chess against Millard.

- He always can tell when Horace is feeling anxious and tries his best to help him, usually by distracting him, asking him about the latest peculiar fashion trends or what he’s knitted recently.

- While he views all the peculiars as his family, like with Enoch, he views Bronwyn as his sister and feels pure adoration for her. Her gentleness and kindness inspires him to do the same and he feels protective over her (despite her needing no protection).

- He got an emotional support dog after TDoDa that Noor named. He brings it everywhere and can’t sleep without the dog by his side.

- Turning into a hollow didn’t leave him looking how he was before. The whites of his eyes turned black and leak black goo when he cries, and his skin became much paler with his veins more visible.