#rocky balboa x reader

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hello!! i love ur writing, and was wanting to give a request!! I would love a rocky balboa x reader, with a reader that is very shy. just a soft little moment between them. super fluffy!! maybe reader sees some flowers she loves so he gets a bouquet for reader? tysm and of course u don't have to do this if u don't want!!

— JUST FOR YOU

꒰ ⊹ ˚ Summary — All Rocky does is try to win your heart, but your shyness makes it 10 times harder, he decides he’ll show you his love by observing your likes and dislikes

Pairing — Rocky!Balboa X Fem!Reader

Contains of — Fluff, mentions of self-doubt, Boxing Matches, holding hands, unintentionally watching reader in secret,

Babettes note — AA ANON I LOVE THIS SM AND YOU ARE THE SWEETEST!! I love this idea and I hope I was able to fulfill your desires with this scenario!! I didn’t know the flowers you liked so I picked some random ones I hope that’s okay!! If there is anything you don’t like you can tell me and I’ll be happy to fix it, don’t be afraid to request more things! Not proofread so sorry for any mistakes

You’ve always been a shy character, it was something you couldn’t help, you had friends growing up but you just liked your own company so you avoided social interaction during your years of transitioning to a teenager to an adult

It didn’t take you long to realize that it bit you in the ass, you became even more shy than you were as a child, and social interaction was more scarier then ever.

you only had one friend from childhood, Fiona, she certainly was a snarky character but she helped you move to Pennsylvania, she got you a job at the pet shop but she didn’t mention that you’d have a dog following you around everywhere

That dog was a Local Fighter Rocky Balboa, yeah he was attractive ( like extremely attractive ) but you never received male attention ever, it was a shock to you that someone so extroverted, loud and energetic liked your type of personality

You didn’t mind the attention he gave you it’s just you didn’t know how to respond, and what’s crazy is that he never stopped his chances with talking to you, or asking you to come to one of his fights

You felt like you were in a point of your life was to keep working and getting out of the poor side of Philadelphia, you thought you weren’t able to get a partner in this stage ( it’s your shyness stop the cap ) but on the other hand rocky was in awe of you

He likes the drastic differences in your guys personalities he definitely believes in “ opposites attract “ and not to mention the fact he found you insanely pretty, he just had to have a chance with you, but it seems like no matter what he does you always brush him off

He knows you don’t do it purposely but it still sorta bugged him, but he only viewed it as a sign to keep proving to you until you guys went on a date together so that’s exactly what he did on your Saturday off work

But it was unintentional, none of you guys knew you both liked to go to the fancy rich downtown side of Philadelphia, you liked the stores, the lights, the way the sun shined down it and the atmosphere, meanwhile rocky just walked around to clear his mind, two different reasons but it works!

While rocky walked down the sidewalk of the fancy town bouncing the blue toy ball he looks up at this flower shop, he noticed a lady staring at a certain bouquet of flowers, a mesmerizing combination of white lilacs and red dahlias. He couldn't quite explain why he was fixated on this seemingly random lady, but an inexplicable familiarity drew him in. So, he patiently waited for this lady to turn around.

When “ this lady “ was you and you did turn around, Rocky's face lit up with joy, and a warm smile graced his features. He intended to approach you, but just as he was about to, you turned on your heel and walked away. A frown crept onto his face, but he decided to visit the flower shop's window instead. There, he inquired about the price of the lilac and dahlia bouquet.

Back in Rocky's apartment, he grabbed a couple of ice cubes from the freezer and placed them on his forehead. His love for you drove him to want to provide everything you needed and deserved, but he faced financial constraints, struggling even to take care of himself. Determined, he knew he had to find his next fight to secure the money for that special bouquet.

Night fell, and Rocky continued his routine of stopping by at the pet shop. Each morning and evening, he'd pop in to check on the animals and share his daily joke with you. However, this time, he didn't show up. Worried that he might have given up on you, you asked Fiona about his whereabouts, trying not to arouse suspicion.

"Hey Fiona! Do you happen…to know where Rocky is?..by any means?.." You nervously inquired.

Fiona glanced up from her magazine, still somewhat engrossed in it. "Hmm, no, hun, I don't. I think Paulie mentioned something about a fight earlier at the bar," she replied casually.

You oddly forget that he fights for a living, It was one thing to enjoy watching others in the ring, but the thought of him enduring punches and blows for a paycheck weighed heavily on your mind more than it should if your being honest

Sweating and panting, Rocky waited in the locker room with an ice pack on his forehead, eagerly anticipating his earnings as the victorious fighter. The sum was $200, but after deductions for showers and towels, he was left with $100.

“ hey rocky, here’s your share for tonight ah, so 200 dollars but with shower, towel, etc fee that’s a hundred dollars less, but with you being the winner I’m living you with 100 “

Either way His excitement soared, not because he was thinking of paying his rent, but because he finally had enough to buy you the bouquet you deserved.

The next day, he returned to the flower shop, joyfully paid for the flowers, although the cashier might’ve thought he was too excited because after she said the price he slammed a 20 dollar bill on the counter with an eager smile

( AUTHORS NOTE!!! 20 dollars might not seem ALOT but I tried doing some research of prices back then and now, and the economy has changed alot, so back than 20 dollars would have the modern value of 120 dollars so it was extremely expensive back then )

and brought them back to his apartment, placing them in a vase. He patiently waited until your shift ended, timing his arrival perfectly. As you locked up the store and waved goodbye to the puppies in the window, he hid the bouquet behind his back.

"Yo, Y/n!" he called out, surprising you with his presence at this hour.

Startled yet delighted at his voice, you turned around to see Rocky's beaming face and noticed his concealed hands. "Oh, hi, Rocky. Um, what are you doing out here so late?" You asked hesitantly, eager to engage in conversation for the first time.

Rocky chuckled warmly and replied, "You think I can't protect myself? Well, I got you something. I hope you like them; I think they're really special."

In an instant, you was presented with a dazzling bouquet of lilacs and dahlias, exactly the one you had admired in the downtown shop. Your smile radiated happiness as you gratefully accepted the flowers. This thoughtful gesture made you see Rocky in a whole new light.

"Wow! These are absolutely beautiful. Thank you so much!" You exclaimed, overflowing with joy. You hugged him tightly, prompting him to shift the bouquet to his opposite hand, laughter bubbling up at your unexpected reaction.

Unable to contain your gratitude, you continued, "I can't possibly thank you enough. You didn't have to, and how did you even know I loved these?"

Rocky, slightly bashful, replied, "Well, you see, I can be very focused on things, and I thought you'd like 'em you know and uh they are just for you. " He offered to walk you home, and you accepted. As you guys strolled down the sidewalk, you subtly inched your pinky closer to his hand, a silent invitation from your shy nature. He smiled and, taking the hint, gently held your hand.

"You tryna hold my hand now, babe?" he teased. You chuckled and warned, "I can stomp on these, you know." He bent down to leave a kiss on top of your head, and together, you guys continued walking, talking about his fight the previous night and forging a deeper connec

Thank you so much for reading this!!! I really hope it gives you rocky vibes and fills your scenario desires!! Sorry if this took longer than you expect I was focusing on my YouTube channel for awhile!! I appreciate the love and the support and feel free to request anything any time you want<3 bye guys ❤️‼️

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Can’t express enough how in love I am with 80s/90s Sylvester Stallone

[imaginationlover101]

Falling in love with Rocky Balboa:

Inspired off the Rocky movie marathon I had

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Hold me close (Rocky Balboa x Fem!reader)

Part I

Description: Suffering loss; Rocky lacks motivation, his trust in himself and his belief in his power. Will he comeback like he always does? Will you have a role in it?

Warnings: Self conflict, self doubt, self criticism, depression, panick attack, anxiety, mentions of physical pain, overthinking, frustration.

Words: 1k+

Setting: not precise, it best suits the 3rd/5th parts if you want to build certain tragic circumstances to justify his depressed state, but no kid or wife.

Note: Hi everyone! I've been searching for some Rocky fics for a while now but haven't found much tbh, so I thought I could write one hehe.

{If anyone reads this or finds it interesting, I'd be delighted to have a feedback. Have fun and thanks in advance!}

Rocky's eyes fluttered open.

Feeling heavy all over, he stares at the ceiling for a good amount of time. Rolling over to his side, eyes shut with face buried into the pillow, he felt his brain go instantly into overdrive.

Rocky felt like throwing up, he was so beaten, not physically, but emotionally, he felt the world's weight on his chest: "If it was on my shoulders I would've carried it better than that." He muttered into the pillow, covering his face with his arm, he felt like crying, wanted to rip this feeling off his chest and become the free strong-willed stallion he's always been.

But this time was different.

After everything he's done, everything he's been through, Rocky always finds himself hitting rock bottom, over and over and over; he lost count. Returning to his first apartment made him sick like he's never been. After all this time and hard work? He only wanted to prove himself to himself, to the world, to everybody, that he deserves to live as much as he fought.

Groaning, he lift himself off the bed, sitting on it's side.

"Yo, get your ass up, you're not gonna be a bum now will ya!" He heard a thought.

" I CAN'T THINK, I CAN'T LIVE, I'M TIRED, I'M BROKE, I DON'T WANT TO FIGHT NO MORE. LET. ME. BE."

Rocky felt his brain splitting in half, wincing at the very loud angry voices sparring in him. He went to the fridge, frame hunched and shoulders slouch, opening it only to find a can of beer, two eggs and a cupcake. Slamming it shut, he went to the mirror, looking at his reflection, his stomach twisted in pain.

Face pale white, once brown eyes became cold and dark, little bags with small red cuts adorned his eyes, hair untamed and almost losing it's shine. Rocky felt afraid, he can't reach the fighter within him, he can't find a cause no more.

No more going to the gymnasium or walking around the city, his doubts of having all these matches being set-ups and the feeling that he wasn't as good as he thought he was turned him into someone he doesn't know, he also went bankrupt already, he never minded losing money, but now it feels like a punch in his guts.

All gone. After all this effort.

Rocky couldn't control his fear anymore, couldn't face it either, he didn't know how to deal with it, all this depression thing was new to him, and it was taking its toll visibly, he always felt frustrated, like there was some angry power buried in his arms.

Every feeling hit him sharply, precisely, like a punch that's been practiced for years, only for him.

Rocky felt waves and jabs of pain everywhere: his heart, abdomen, ribs, lungs, back, face. Falling to his knees, his chest heaved, fighting to take his breath, he felt his vision blur slightly at the beginning.

"I... I can't do this anymore." He whispered, weakness taking over him, worn out, he felt everything all at once, he wasn't used to feeling weak or scared. He didn't want to be broken.

"I. CAN'T. DO. THIS. ANYMORE."

Punching the floor while shouting, every word followed by a punch. Rocky felt hot tears stream down his face, his hands shaking with his body, muscles trembling from the effort and anxiety, feeling his vision swirl and breath slowing; he collapsed on the floor consumed by the void.

"I. CAN'T. DO. THIS. ANYMORE." you heard a loud, masculine shout fill the silence around you, accompanied with various strong punches and a thud as you took the chocolate cake out of the oven. Your cat looked at you in shared curiousity.

You knew there weren't many neighbours in the building, almost none. And the one directly above you was the one and only: Rocky Balboa.

You never really talked much, you knew he had turtles and loved them deeply, you have always been fond of his childlike demeanor, his angelic baby-face, yet you were infatuated with the fighter he became when in action.

Having only talked once or twice, you never got the guts to knock on his door or invite him for beer or coffee, you could barely wave at him when you see him running out of your window, you always felt something at the pit of your stomach when you saw him, you never hang around him long enough to figure out what it was. You weren't the only one who loved Rocky, everybody did, he was everybody's hope, everybody's hero, yet you always felt safe knowing you were in the same space.

You've seen him play countless times, you knew he always had a good and cheerful spirit through ups and downs, no matter how hard his downs were, no matter how frequent they were, you knew how strong he was capable of holding his ground.

So to say you were surprised was an understatement.

You waited for a while, letting the cake cool off, you stumbled closer to where your ceiling was hit, you didn't see much damage only microcracks.

"No way." You stood on your tiptoes to check again, pushing your glasses up your nose for better sight.

Nothing. Absolutely no damage done.

Now you felt concerned.

For a shy, introverted, extremely calm girl, that was a very intense situation. Loud was never your language, you understood it, could handle it, but never use it. You hesitated, pacing back and forth, weighing the possibilities.

"He could be hurt," you paced, "or he could be completely fine." You thought, biting your nails.

"He could be training, it doesn't have to be something serious, right?" You asked your cat who looked at you, confused, as you kept rubbing your hands together stressfully.

Ten more minutes passed without any sign of life coming from upstairs.

Feeling the cold December air seep through the small cracks in your apartment, you were left with no choice.

Grabbing your scarf you put it tight around your neck with your coat, you put slices of the fresh cake you made in a plate -you didn't want to check on him empty handed-, took your keys and went out closing the door way too fast before your cat bolts out.

Taking a deep breath, you took the stairs step by step until you reached his door.

"1818" you whispered as your eyes lingered on the numbers atop of the door, a small barely noticed sign hung beside the door.

"Robert "Rocky" Balboa" you read his name quietly, your thoughts halted as you started worrying.

"Should I call him Robert? Or just Rocky?" You thought as your palms started sweating. "Should I say Mr. Balboa instead?" You scoffed at your silly thoughts.

"Just knock... He could be dead."

Swallowing after your last thought, your nerves getting the best of you, you gather the strength, inhale, and finally, knock on his door three times.

"Uhh, Mr. Robert?"

Rocky's ears twitched, his head and body heavy as if he was hit by a bus, just like the morning after a fight. He felt like an open wound that won't stop bleeding.

"I wanna make sure you're...okay?" The voice was muffled, yet he could hear it close, the statement coming out more as a question.

Rocky groaned as he came to his surroundings. He fought to open his eyes and lift himself off the ground, feeling his hand ache along with his body, his whole being throbbing with pulse.

Rocky got up, swayed a little before leaning on the wall until his vision cleared. He didn't know how to save himself, he felt drowning.

Taking deep breaths, trying to remember what happened to him and how did he end up with bruised hands, a sweaty body and a slightly cracked floor, when the voice spoke again.

"I'm sorry if I'm causing any disturbance. I heard a heavy thud and just wanted to know if I could help with-"

The door flew open suddenly, catching you off guard mid-sentence.

Looking up, you saw Rocky standing, hair messed up, face white as a ghost and full of sweat, dark and cold irises greeted you, unlike the warm chocolate brown you remember.

Eyes swollen with his lids slightly down, baby cuts with bags around them, your eyes traveled to his hands, they were both red, no scratches, no blood, just red, one hand had slightly bruised knuckles, one cheek was a shade darker than his hands.

You guessed that this is the one he fell on.

"Anything I could do for you?" You heard his voice, deep and gravely, heavy with his Italian accent adorned with heavy breaths, it wasn't friendly, but if you weren't home you would've thought he was only training. You didn't know if he recognized you in whatever state he was in.

The plate of cake shaking the slightest bit in your hands, he was taller than you -most definitely-, clad in a white tank top that did nothing to hide his physique, tall firm legs hugged by grey sweats which weren't tight, but completely fair.

You didn't know what to say, you only stared for a lifetime and felt like a complete idiot.

"I-, I didn't mean to- uh, bother you!" You stuttered and exclaimed quickly, being met with unfased eyes, you were extremely uncomfortable, why was he doing this? You weren't sure if he was really hurt or if he was just letting off steam.

Suddenly feeling like it was absolutely none of your business, you couldn't explain how worried you were.

"I'm sorry I thought you needed something... or help....or someone........ This is a really bad idea." Shifting your weight from one foot to another, gazing into the plate like a black hole, squirming under his gaze, you felt your hands sweat as anxiety bubbled in your stomach.

"I don't know what to say I'm- I'm sorry I'm sure it's a misunderstanding...." You breathed heavily.

"I'm gonna leave this here I hope you like it thankyousomuch!"

Giving him no chance to respond, you shut your eyes tightly, pushing the plate straight into his hands, running hurriedly down to your apartment....

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I guess that's the first part! I'm not sure what this will turn into but I hope it goes smooth, it won't be long however, three parts max.

Hope you enjoyed this one, feedback is always appreciated <3

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I've practically been stalking your old ivan drago content and saw your imagine prompt for being Rocky's younger sister and having a crush on Ivan, can you IMAGINE the idea of you, being Rocky's younger sister, seeking ivan out after his life changing loss because you know what that means for him? Just being soft and understanding because even though your brother won (and there's a good reason as to why that's the appropriate ending cough cough) you feel the need to offer a shoulder and comfort ivan because you see him for what he is, the product of having to please such a demanding regime? Maybe it's just my penchant to see big strong antagonists and want to hold their face in my hands lol (like iceman, my beloved)

Gah dammit now I wanna write about this!!!!

(No seriously tho I love this, I have daydreamed about it so many times, just needed someone to convince me to write about it! But I'm doing this as a headcanon instead of an actual story because I don't think I can properly get across what I want to get across. Which is why I never wrote about this despite fantasizing about it.)

Headcanon/Preference # 28

Pictures NOT mine.

Year posted - 2023

*I'm randomly coming back to this request because I saw it in my drafts, and I'm dabbling with a few pieces with Dolphs characters again, so I wanted to finish this one. That being said, I've actually got a story I'm working on based loosely on that imagine, it's got a fun little twist to it though. So keep an eye out for that, and I apologize this took so long, but that's honestly kinda just how I roll. 😅 ALSO this isn't exactly what you asked for, but I think you'll enjoy it regardless! MY BAD!

☓Before the fight☓

☭ So before the fight you'd only seen Ivan on the TV screen. But even then you could see him for who he really was. And apparently you were the only one who could, so you kept your thoughts to yourself.

☭ You more or less threatened your brother to take you with him to Russia. And he of course tried reasoning with you, but you'd made up your mind, and he wasn't going to change it.

☭ Rocky was of course worried that the cold might get to you, so he made sure you were bundled to the nine every single day. It was sweet, but a little annoying at the same time. And you had to admit the cold was definitely harsher in Russia than Philadelphia, and that was saying something.

☭ But despite the cold, and the harsh glare from the locals, you found yourself enjoying the landscape scenery.

☭ You helped to encourage your brothers training, and despite having lost your old friend Apollo to him, you couldn't help but find yourself enamored in a way with the Soviet boxer. A fact that you kept under lock and key.

☭ You wondered most nights what would happen in the end. What would happen to Rocky if he lost? What would Ivan go through if he lost? There was just so much at stake, and you couldn't decide who you wanted to come out victorious. Well both of them if you had it your way, but you knew that wasn't an opinion.

☭ You often replayed the fight he had with Apollo in your head. You'd seen how Apollo's theatrics effected him, and how unbothered he'd been by Apollo's taunting. How precious he was, and how powerful.

☭ It made you worry for your brother, but you knew he was one tough son of a bitch. You'd been there for every single one of Rocky's fights after all, even back when he was fighting in shitty clubs.

☓During the fight☓

☭ You were sorta like Rocky's coach at this point, well maybe not coach but rather his hype-man, always had been. So you were with him when he went out to the ring, and beside him in the ring.

☭ You had to admit, seeing Ivan up close for the first time... Jesus he was huge... And very intimidating with his cold expression. Queue your curiosity and worry both spiking.

☭ You shook hands with his team, per the typical routine, and when you were about to turn and leave the ring. You found Ivan staring at you, making eye contact, and maintaining it for far longer than you probably should have.

☭ Rocky noticed your hesitance, and gently bumped his shoulder with yours, knocking you out of your stupor. You offered your older brother a small smile, and he gently bumped your chin with his glove, drawing a proper smile from you. Which in turn made him smile.

☭ He didn't even notice Ivan had been staring at you, or that Ivan continued to do so as you left the ring. But the announcers? The fans? They noticed. So around the world people wondered if maybe it had been a bad idea letting you go to this fight.

☭ Before the fight started, you stood beside the ropes in Rocky's corner, and made good on tradition. Resting your foreheads together you said a prayer and wished him luck, smiling when he kissed the crown of your head before breaking away.

☭ All throughout the fight, you found yourself feeling rather queasy, you'd never experienced that before during any of Rocky's fights. You knew subconsciously because it wasn't just because of your worry for Rocky.

☭ You realized pretty quickly into the fight, that far more was riding on Ivan winning than Rocky. For Rocky if he lost, he would have been humiliated, and failed in avenging Apollo... But Ivan. You knew he would suffer far worse if he lost.

☭ You didn't have to speak Russian to know that his entire life would be determined by the outcome of this fight. If he won he'd be a hero, like Rocky was back home. But if he lost, odds are he'd loose everything he's come to know. How perceptive of you.

☭ Often you'd find yourself looking to Ivan when they were separated for a short break. Almost always finding him already staring at you, his expression dark and furious. Which admittedly made you a little nervous, but you didn't feel his frustration was directed at you.

☭ By the time they were both bloody and exhausted, you were on the brink of tears. And both men had noticed. Rocky trying to comfort you as best he could during his breaks, despite the fact that his state of mind was more important. (Something you kept reminding him about, but he didn't care. He's a good brother.)

☭ Ivan did nothing but watch, wondering if you were afraid for your brother, afraid for himself, or if perhaps you were afraid of him at this point? A series of thoughts that only confused him, and distracted him more than he'd care to admit.

☭ When Ivan picked that man up by his throat, you found that the tears had finally escaped, rolling down the apples of your cheeks as he shouted in Russian. His eyes found yours in the commotion, and he was certain he'd gotten his answer to his earlier ponderings.

☭ Little did he know you were crying for him, not because of his actions.

☓After the fight☓

☭ The crowd had boomed with excitement, and many people rushed the ring to celebrate with Rocky. You had watched as Ivan was led out by his team, and you didn't think twice about following them.

☭ When his team realized you'd followed them, they tried to shoo you away, but then Ivan noticed it was you, and barked at them to leave in his native tongue. Perplexed they complied and left you alone in the locker room.

☭ "What are you doing here?" He questioned, his accent think and heavy, like honey to your ears. "I..." You were at a loss for words. "I'm not sure... I-." He scoffed at you before turning away, looking at himself in the mirror, and glancing at you through it.

☭ "I guess I just wanted to see how you were... If you're... If you're okay." You tried to make sense of the way you felt, you knew you were drawn to him, you just didn't know why. He simply kept watching you through the mirror as you fumbled adorably over your explanation.

☭ But what you said next really caught him by surprise. "Your hands... Are your hands okay?" You'd asked, now looking at him through the mirror, he turned to you with confusion evident on his expression. No one ever asked if his hands were okay after a fight before, not even his wife.

☭ "I'm usually the one that mends Rocky's hands after a fight... Are your... Are your hands okay?" You explained yourself, taking a tentative step towards him, freezing in place when he stepped towards you.

☭ "You are afraid of me." He stated. "Not exactly." You quickly defended yourself. "I'm not afraid of you... I'm anxious around you." You added, thinking he'd accept that response. "What is the difference?" Ivan argued, watching you approach him.

☭ "My heart is racing, but it isn't because of fear." You tried to explain, feeling incredibly sheepish, especially considering you knew he was married. "I know fear... And you do not inflect fear in me." You added, sort of hoping he wouldn't understand what you meant.

☭ Thankfully he did. "I feel it as well." He admitted in a soft tone, not wanting to startle you as you gently unwrapped his wrist wraps. He noticed how you flushed at his confession, it made him smile softly.

☭ You tended to his busted up hands with a gentle touch, more gentle than he's used to. And by the time you'd finished, he couldn't help himself and he kissed you.

☭ It was tender the way he tilted your head back with his index finger, slowly leaning in to give you the opportunity to turn away if you wanted, but you didn't turn away.

☭ It's probably the most wholesome moment of his life, and yes I'm taking into account the birth of his son Viktor.

☭ You were just so sweet, peering up at him with big doe eyes. Foreheads resting together you both forgot about the world around you, if only for a moment.

☭ Ivan just wanted to wrap you in his arms and stay that way forever. He wasn't sure why he was so drawn to you, but he had been enamored with you long before you even knew about him.

☭ Granted you had just been a face on the screen of his TV, but that didn't stop his heart from fluttering at the mere sight of you. Perhaps it was fate, perhaps you were made for eachother, separated from eachother across the world.

☭ After what felt like hours the moment was ruined, because down the hall you could hear Rocky calling your name, probably worried sick about where you'd disappeared to.

☭ "I have to go." You whispered, despite not wanting to. "I know." Ivan murmured equally saddened. "Until we meet again." He added before giving you one last kiss, breaking away and leaving right before Rocky barged in. His heart shattering in his chest, as he knew you'd probably never see eachother again.

☭ "There you are!" Rocky breathed a sigh of relief, and practically fell into your arms. He never questioned why you were in Ivan's locker room, and he never questioned why you'd run off like that. (He had a feeling he didn't want to know.)

☓Years later☓

◈ You hadn't seen him since his fight against Rocky. And you wondered if he'd even recognize you anymore. Or if you'd even see him that is.

◈ You knew about his son, and his determination to fight Adonis Creed.

◈ What you hadn't honestly expected, was for him to show up your brother's restaurant, atleast not unannounced.

◈ "Rocky we need-" You cut yourself off as you laid eyes on him, he looked even more handsome than you'd remembered. Frozen in place you jumped when Rocky touched your arm.

◈ "You okay?" He asked with a soft expression, wordlessly pulling you into a hug when you nodded your head yes.

◈ "(Y/n)." Ivan had approached you both, and you could tell Rocky didn't trust him. "Hello Ivan." You smiled softly, those old butterflies from before fluttering around in your belly.

◈ You'd secretly been sending letters to Ivan for years, and while you sent them religiously, you only ever received a handful in return. Not that you minded, you understood, better than anyone.

◈ "Still so beautiful." He mused as if Rocky wasn't standing right there, his hand coming up to brush his knuckles across your cheek bone. Rocky was quick to put himself between you and Ivan of course, ever the protective brother.

◈ "Rock." You placed your arm on his bicep, gently tugging at his arm, a reassuring smile on your face when he turned to look at you. "It's okay." You reached up cupping your brothers cheek, smiling as you felt him relax under your touch.

◈ When you looked to Ivan again, you asked him if he would like to take a small walk. Rocky immediately tried arguing against it, but you assured him you would be fine, and he listened to you begrudgingly.

◈ "You look good Ivan." You'd mused as you walked side by side, just the two of you, as he'd made Viktor wait in the car. "I've missed you." He admitted, making you smile. "And I've missed you." You found it funny that he could still make you blush.

◈ "I kept all of your letters." He added in a soft tone, again making you smile. "Yeah?" You stopped walking and he turned to you, taking your hands in his. "Of course." He smiled.

◈ "You were always on my mind." Ivan murmured quietly before wrapping his arms around your waist, burying his head into your neck. You quickly wrapped your arms around his large shoulders, your right hand coming to rest against the back of his head.

◈ "You know... I never married." You mused thoughtfully, hoping he wouldn't think you crazy. "I couldn't bring myself to love anyone else." You added when he pulled back from the hug.

◈ "I would have given anything to have you by my side, helping me raise Viktor." Ivan closed his eyes for a moment, thinking back on his fantasy. "Want about now?" You wondered aloud before you could stop yourself, and Ivan smirked.

◈ "You would want that? Want me?" He asked with a small smile, adoration shining in his eyes. You cupped his face between your hands, pulling him down to your height so you shared the same air. "It's all I've ever wanted Ivan." He visibility melted into your touch.

◈ Needless to say the world was shocked to see you by Ivan's side, and even more so when you announced your engagement. Rocky tried to "reason" with you, claiming it was a rash decision. But you told him about everything, the moment you shared with Ivan in Russia, the letters, and the way he made you feel, the way he'd always made you feel.

◈ Rocky came to realize your love for Ivan, was like his love for Adrian. He knew you never really dated, or let yourself get attached, especially after his fight with Ivan. And despite his past with the Russian, he supported you (warning Ivan about what would happen if he broke your heart like any good brother would.), and he attended your wedding of course.

[morgandr]

Imagine:

Kissing your husband, Stallone goodbye as he heads off to work.

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(NOT MY GIF!)

(Sylvester Stallone X Reader)

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(TAGS)

[theydrewfirst]

Soo like Soft Gurgles 2 is on its way of being done but like,, my dumbass almost had Rambo do some stupid ass shit just now and i was like:

[sunlightmurdock]

Blow by Blow | 0.7 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader au

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Synopsis: Bradley’s washed up before his career has even really begun. He doesn’t want to fill his father’s shoes and he doesn’t want someone else to either. Stuck in limbo, living the same way he always has, the opportunity to step up wanders through the door of his gym in a mini dress and heels that are a size too big. Boxing au.

Warnings: unspecified age gap, violence, probs boxing inaccuracies somewhere along the line, blood and injuries throughout the fic but will be specified in the warnings of the chapter. Smut and other 18+ content, minors dni

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“If you don’t think that I’m good enough to do it, Bradley, then just say—“

“I don’t think you’re good enough to do it.” He answers back, deadpan. Your face falls instantly. He sits forwards and leans his elbows on his knees, “I’m not even sure you know how a real boxing match works, Bambi.”

Maybe it was a little harsh, but he’s right. He’s not going to pretend that you’re ready for a fight and watch you get your ass kicked. It’s nice that everyone around here is so nice to you, but as far as he’s concerned, someone should probably be a little realistic too.

It’s been a week since that argument in your apartment. You’ve been avoiding him since then. You’ve also been training like you’re Rocky Balboa — Nat’s stayed late at the gym every night this week to help you. Everyone’s on your side about this, telling you that you’ve got it and that you’re going to do great.

Rooster had been annoyed about it at first — you thinking that you know better than him. Walking around here in your cute gym sets, grinning with Javy and Mickey as they work through speed bag relays with you. Sitting in Mav’s office, blowing his mind with every idea you have. Yeah, everyone has noticed that Rooster’s been a little bit tense this week.

Bob winces, closing his eyes and pursing his lips. At his side, Rooster rants about the women’s locker room not being cleaned again. Another complaint, another canceled subscription.

“I cleaned it last night like the rota said, it’s not my fault it got dirty during the day! — Almost all of our staff are guys.” Bob complains, adjusting the cap on his head and then pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. The women’s locker room is usually just cleaned after hours, since the guys can’t go in there during the day.

The duty falls on Nat if there’s something during the day.

Rooster pushes away from the counter and rounds the corner into the gym. Natasha’s in the middle of the ring, gloves on her hands, her head thrown back in laughter. You’re leaning into her, doubled over, laughing your ass off. Your inside jokes are only growing, and Natasha’s coming out for drinks with you and your friends tonight — the pair of you are just getting closer and closer.

“Hey, Nat!” Rooster barks, face stern and thick arms folded over his chest.

Your laughter fades and Natasha groans as she turns and leans on the ropes, raising her eyebrows expectantly at him. It’s unclear as to whether Rooster’s upset that his spot as her best friend has been taken by someone else, or if he’s just in the mood to be an asshole today. It’s a little bit of both.

“You feel like doing what we pay you to do today, or do you wanna keep fucking around up there?”

You follow Natasha down from the ring, biting the Velcro around the gloves and pulling them off of your hands. Acutely aware that this is all your fault. Taking time away from the work she should be doing. You have work that you should probably do too.

Natasha squints as she walks over to her lifelong best friend, standing before him and looking up, deadly serious. “I’m going to let that go because I know you’re freaking out about this fight with Nico, but if you talk to me like that again, I’m going to treat your balls like a heavy bag.”

A quick glance over the top of his friend’s head and Rooster finds you staring at the two of them, lips quirked, having just heard everything.

“Sorry.” He mumbles dejectedly. Nat nods, patting his shoulder as she walks past him. As she walks further away, it’s just the two of you. You, staring at him, him staring back at you. Each of you waiting for the other to speak first. Neither of you do.

You look down sheepishly and grab your bag from beside the ring, turning and heading for Mav’s office. Mav lets you do your work in there on the days he isn’t in. He seems proud of your plans for this place. There’s a charity fight this weekend that Payback, Phoenix and Hangman are going to participate in — you’ve organized for a couple of small time journalists from local papers to come and interview them. Getting their names out there will help get people in the door.

Even the work that you’ve done so far has picked up business a little. You’re getting a lot of engagement, Bob said there has been tonnes of enquiries, but only a couple of sign-ups so far. Progress is progress.

You finish off your afternoon in the office, Tank and Bob join you for a little while, Fanboy after that while he’s on his fifteen minute break. After five, Jake kicks you out of the seat behind the desk so that he can sort through the expenses for the week, so you sit opposite the desk and finish up your edits to the website.

“Which profile picture do you think would be best? — For the instagram and twitter accounts.” You spin your laptop around on your lap and flick through three icons. Vaguely similar but still noticeably different.

He frowns, “Kid, none of those are of me.”

Your brows scrunch slightly as you glance back down at them. “Yeah… It’s Mav, back in his glory days. I think he’d like it.”

“I think that we’d do better if I was the face of Bradshaw’s.” He winks at you across the desk, but you know that he’s only half joking. You’ve noticed the way his eyes linger on the mirror when he’s with a client, silently checking himself out. It’s amusing and almost inspiring, in an odd way, the confidence he has built for himself.

“Shouldn’t it be Rooster?” You ask, also half-playfully.

Jake scoffs at the idea. “Then they come in looking for the guy in the picture and there’s a fifty percent chance he decides to be a dick, and we lost a customer. I vote myself for the profile picture. I can send you some options.”

And he does. You roll your eyes amusedly as your phone pings with pictures whilst you’re making yourself dinner that evening. Finishing up with instead promoting the charity fight a little, figuring out the placement of some flyers that you’re going to make the guys help you hand out, you abandon work late that night. But it doesn’t feel much like a job anyway.

TV, a bath, and then you’re curled up in bed with your laptop in front of you.

You wince as the grown man spins, his eyes roll back and he falls to the canvas. Video after video, clips that Javy has sent you, the best of the best, getting clocked in the jaw and tumbling down, one by one. If this was supposed to be encouraging, it’s not — all that it proves is that you can be as great at the sport as these guys are, and still get your face broken.

Tank stirs, stretching out along the bottom of the bed, nuzzling his head against where your feet rest under the duvet. Instinctively, you lower the sound. Your room, lit up by the LED illumination of the laptop screen and the new, soft lights tangled around the metal frame of this rickety, old bed.

It’s never quiet around here, but you’re growing used to the backfiring cars, screeching tires and the drunken arguments that happen in the alley behind the gym. It’s quiet enough on this evening. Quiet enough that you hear the shoes on the steps outside before there’s a key fumbling in the lock to your apartment, heavy boots on the metal framed stairs, stumbling and uneaven sounding.

“Stay here, baby.” You murmur softly, smoothing your fingers over Tank’s ears. He lifts his head at the noise, blinking tiredly as he considers getting up to investigate. You kiss his nose and tell him to wait.

Rooster stretches his sore neck from side to side as he shuts the door and locks it behind him, flicking on the kitchen light, kicking his boots off. He does it all so naturally, like he lives here. It’s hard to fall out of the habit, this has been his second home since he got a key when he was fourteen. This place is within walking distance of the downtown bars, whereas his actual apartment is further, through sketchier neighborhoods that Rooster is not welcome in.

“What are you doing?”

It’s all unintentional to a certain degree, sometimes it really does slip his mind that you’ve moved in up here. When he turns, finding new soft furnishings, throw pillows and pictures on the walls, new curtains hung on the windows, it’s all there in the front of his mind again. But, then his gaze, as blurry as it might be, lands on you. Standing before him in an old t-shirt and a pair of sleep shorts, he remembers that maybe coming here wasn’t an accident at all.

“Mm, sorry, Bambi,” His ‘s’ sounds slur as he plants his palm on the counter, feet lagging, making him stumble. He blinks slowly and turns his head towards you, lips toying at a soft smile, “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

Your brows scrunch disapprovingly, watching the way his eyes trail, the way that his head tilts slightly to the left as he looks you over and then squints to steady his vision. You can practically see the cogs in his head turning, he might as well be thinking out loud.

“You didn’t,” You answer. There’s a slight bite to your tone, annoyance and disapproval all in one. Even as drunk as he is, he gets the picture, he just has no intention of apologising. “But what’s going on? — What are you doing here?”

Like you don’t already know. Still, Rooster plays along, dancing around the question just like you are. His hand finds his belt, brown leather tucked through blue denim loops, eyes on you as he slowly but certainly unbuckles it. “Too drunk to drive. Just gonna sleep it off.”

He’s not asking your permission, staring you right in the eye, waiting for you to finally snap and just say what you’ve been thinking all week. He can’t stand more of these irritated glares, he wants to clear the air before it poisons his upcoming week. You stand firm, folding your arms over your chest.

“I’ll order you an Uber.”

Rooster abandons his now unbuckled belt, shrugging the unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt back off of his thick shoulders, letting it fall to the floor right there in the entryway. “I’ll be fine here.”

“I think it would be best if you didn’t.” You say softly. He remains unfazed, almost tripping over his boots as he takes a step towards you. Into the centre of the apartment, away from the safe purchase of the counter that he has been leaning on.

“Why?” You didn’t defend yourself to him last week. You just let him tell you that you weren’t good enough and you’ve been sulking about it ever since. He presses forwards unsteadily.

“Because.” You answer sternly. Rooster grabs the hem of his t-shirt, shrugging his shoulders as he peels it up and over his head, dropping it to the ground. His clothes aren’t even in a pile, they’re just scattered across the floor, a mess in his wake. He takes a step away from them and towards you.

“That’s not an answer.” He replies, going for his belt again.

“Stop taking your clothes off!” You demand, furrowing your eyebrows at him as your grip tightens around your door handle like you’re about to retreat. The option of fleeing into your room doesn’t sound so bad, shutting him out and leaving him and his stupid muscles and bad ideas out here alone. He’s close enough now that he could touch you if he wanted, and it wouldn’t be too difficult for you to lean forwards and touch him too.

Rooster stops, his hands on the waistband of his jeans, button popped open and zipper tugged all the way down. He frowns at you, swaying slightly from the amount of alcohol in his system. “I’m not gonna sleep in my jeans.”

There’s a pause. For a second, you think that he must be sober and just fucking with you. Then, he hooks his thumbs into the front pockets of his jeans and starts to push them down.

“You’re not going to sleep here at all, you weirdo!” You step forwards, planting both hands firmly on the solid warmth of his chest, shoving him. Rooster stumbles and catches his jeans so that they don’t fall around his ankles and trip him. With his free hand, he catches one of your wrists and frowns at you.

With his grip on your wrist, he tugs you forwards, away from the safety of your room and out into the open with him. You bump into his chest and sigh, starting to pull back.

“You’re avoiding me.” He points out, releasing your wrist, instead trailing his touch downwards and weaving his fingers through yours. You roll your eyes. It doesn’t take a genius to figure that out. “You’re mad at me for what I said.”

It’s unclear whether that’s a question or not. It might be, but he doesn’t wait for you to answer. Instead he steps back and leans a fraction of his weight into you. “I didn’t say it to be an asshole, Bambi.”

You lift your head and look him in the eye finally. He softens, hands finding your hips, pressing you back into the doorframe as he steps closer to you. Drunk or not, you’ve got a feeling that he’s here for more than just a place to crash.

“I don’t need you looking out for me,” You reply calmly, finally giving in to your desire to touch him. You skim your fingers gently along the ridges of his abdomen, watching your fingertips move rather than looking him in the eye. “I’m not even sure I like you.”

Rooster’s fingers curl into the fabric of his old baseball t-shirt over your hips, nodding his head. He can’t blame you for being torn. Still, he bumps his hips forwards, his stomach brushing yours before he straightens up, still swaying from the alcohol. “You kissed me, though.”

He doesn’t need to remind you of what else you did for him, he’s certain that you’d remember that.

“I’ve kissed worse guys than you.” You remind him.

One of his hands leaves your waist, trailing up along your side, over your clavicle, until he can tip your chin back. He leans closer and presses his mouth to yours. It’s slow, it’s relief, it’s him melting into you all at once. He pulls back and kisses the corner of your lips tenderly. “You’re gonna get your ass kicked if you do that fight.”

You push your hips forwards into his, chasing his lips and kissing him again, this time catching hold of the nape of his neck to keep him with you. Rooster’s fingers tighten in the material of the shirt as he tugs you even closer to him.

“So, help me train.” You groan softly. You feel him smile amusedly against your skin, his nose nudging your jaw back further as his mouth seeks out that sweet spot just under your ear. You hum as he finds it, sucking tenderly at the sensitive skin.

“No.” He murmurs, fingers curling tighter in the fabric of your shirt as he leans his weight into you, mouth working expert patterns of open-mouthed kisses along your throat. Fuck, he’s good at that.

You frown and push at his hips until he gives in and pulls back to look at you. “Why not?”

“I think it’s a dumb idea and you’re gonna get yourself hurt,” He replies calmly, brushing a strand of loose hair back from your forehead. It’s tender, almost too gentle of an interaction, almost too intimate. He kisses your temple, your cheek, then your jaw. You lean your head back for him to access your neck again. “It’s not the same as playing around with Nix.”

“I’m gonna do it whether you want me to or not,” You answer back, heartbeat simultaneously thudding in your chest and also between your legs as his moustache tickles your throat. You swallow, “So, you might as well help me, right?”

Rooster shakes his head, balling the hem of the shirt under his fist and glancing down. Even in the dim light of the apartment, the shitty warm yellow glow of that fading light bulb over your heads, he can see the cute little butterflies on your panties.

“If I thought it might help, maybe.” You can’t fault his honesty, even if it makes you want to smack him in his stupid, pretty head. Rooster strokes his thumb over the purple and blue butterfly pattern that covers your hip, then turns his attention back towards you. When he does, you’re already looking at his face. He’s such an asshole.

He closes the gap between the two of you and kisses you softly, fingers curling around the nape of your neck to keep you with him. Your fingers skim along his sides, ridges of warm skin under your touch.

His tongue grazes over the seam of your lips. Delighted by how obediently you part them for him, he presses a fraction of his weight into you, sending you stumbling backwards. No thoughts of danger cross your mind. He finds leverage on the wall behind you immediately, bracing his hand against it, keeping you against him.

His free hand slips south from your hip, moving towards the apex of your thighs. Immediately, your legs press together, bracketing his denim covered thigh. His fingers settle back around your hips, pulling you flush against him, slotting one of his thighs between yours.

Groaning softly into your mouth as he rocks himself against your hip, his denim clad thigh rocking back and forth against your core through the thin barrier of your sleep shorts.

Maybe it’s the tequila on his tongue, maybe it’s the fact that he’s so ridiculously honest with you, or perhaps the fact that he’s got a worsening habit of stripping for you, but there’s something so intoxicating about him. Kissing him, touching him, being in his arms.

Pacing along the side of that road after leaving Jett, thinking of the pain and the torment, the bad sex and that intoxicating feeling in the beginning, you’d sworn to be more careful with yourself. Going down on Rooster was probably a bad decision, but not one that you regret. However, letting him touch you is a line that, once crossed, can only make things worse.

Brought back to reality by his hands skimming up your sides, wandering, roaming towards your chest, you pull back so quickly that you bump into the doorframe behind you. He doesn’t miss a beat in going back to what he was saying.

“I don’t get why you want to get your ass kicked so badly, anyway.” He murmurs, shaking his head at you as he twirls a strand of your hair around his finger loosely.

Dead serious and scowling at him through those pretty lashes. He smiles softly. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips, then you sigh, realising that he isn’t going to give in.

Your palm rests open against his abdomen as you push him back enough for you to slip under his arm and finally put some distance between the two of you. Rooster watches you pace away from him, his eyes on the curve of your ass under those sleep shorts.

“Did I do something to upset you?” Finally far enough away that you won’t be tempted to lean into that muscled frame and let him kiss you all over, you fold your arms over your chest and frown. Rooster’s brows scrunch.

“Huh?” He was just kissing you, he doesn’t understand now where this came from. The thought crosses his mind that he may have just heard you wrong.

“You‘re the one who wanted me to try boxing, and then everytime I’ve brought it up to you since, you’ve been mean to me.”

“Because it was just for fun! — Wouldn’t it be worse of me to let you get your nose broken in some amateur fight that doesn’t mean shit anyway?” Rooster argues back. A minute ago he had your chest pressed up against his, his mouth on yours — and now you’re arguing with him. Nothing is straightforward with you.

“It’s not your decision whether I do or don’t, so the least you could do is stop being so negative about it.”

“What do you want me to do? — Pretend that I think you’re going to win?”

“I want you to shut up.” You rush out. It’s quick and stern, and he can tell that you really mean it. A coldness in those soft eyes, a bite in your usually gentle tone. Forgetting that you’re supposed to be polite once again. He notices your reaction to your words first.

You take a cautious step back. Your throat constricts, mouth drying out as you swallow. His lack of reaction has your heartbeat in your ears and your hair standing on edge. You’ve been in more trouble with a weaker man for much less.

“Alright.” Rooster nods his head calmly. He lifts his hand, makes a zipping motion across his lips and pretends to throw away the key. You soften before him, the sound of his voice breaking through the thudding beat in your ears.

“Fine. What do I know, anyway? — Not like I’ve been doing this my whole life,” He shrugs playfully, lips quirking at the edges as he raises his palms in mock defence. He holds his hand out for you to come back to him, “I think you’re going to lose, and we’ll leave it at that.”

You stare at him, inhaling slowly and then squinting your eyes. “Fine. We’ll leave it at that.”

Rooster nods and steps towards you. You step quickly around him, brushing your shoulder against his, heading for your room. Willing yourself not to look back, fingers curling around the cold door handle, you shrug calmly, “There are blankets in the basket by the couch.”

As quickly as it opens, your door swings shut behind you. Rooster stares at the wood, humming softly and running a hand over his bare stomach. He flicks the light off and pushes at his jeans, shaking his head softly. Flopping onto the couch, grabbing a blanket, he tucks an arm behind his head and stares at the ceiling.

He’s glad that you’ve found friends here. He just lays awake for a while and wonders how great your new friends can really be if they’re going to let you get your ass kicked for a max payout of three hundred. If it was up to him, you’d listen and stick to running speed bag drills with Fanboy downstairs. If it was up to him, you’d wear those cute pyjama shorts more often too.

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[some-lonely-loser]

Rocky Balboa x Female Reader

Summary: Rocky notices that Y/N has been acting unwell and soon after he discovers that they’re gonna be parents soon.

The urge to vomit woke me up, so I ran to the bathroom and threw myself over the toilet, emptying everything I had eaten last night. After about 5 minutes, I felt better and laid back down. I hear the front door unlock after a few seconds of laying and footsteps coming closer to the door. “Yo Y/N, You ok?” With my eyes still closed, I hummed. I felt the place beside me on the bed sink down

“Y/N you sure you ok?” After a few seconds of silence, I felt the bed lift up and footsteps leading toward the door. After about 10 minutes on my phone, I doze off. I wake up to the bedroom door opening. I sit up, and in the frame of the door, I see Rocky with a tray of food and a cup. “What’s that?” I ask. Rocky walks over to the opposite side of the bed and says “Yo I figured you’d need this. You seemed a little sick earlier you know?” He sits down on the bed and hands

the tray to me. “Thanks. How’d training go?” I said, looking at what he made me. “Oh you know, Paulie overworking me. The usual.” he shrugged. Again, I had the urge to throw up so I pushed the tray off of me and rushed to the bathroom and hurled myself over the toilet once again. I heard footsteps rushing toward me and felt Rocky lifting my hair up into a ponytail. After vomiting, Rocky picked me up and laid me back in bed. After about 5 minutes of

laying down and watching tv, Rocky fell asleep and so did I. I woke up from the movement of Rocky getting up. About 30 minutes passed by and I heard the front door unlock and then open. The bedroom door opened and I open my eyes to see Rocky with a bag of something that looked kind of pink. He walked over, handed the bag to me, and said “Just in case you know?” I opened the bag suspiciously and saw... Pregnancy tests. I looked up at him with a deadpan look on my face. He shrugged, picked up the food tray on the bed and left shortly after. I contemplated whether I should take the test, and not long after I stood up and walked to the bathroom

Timeskip

I was pacing in the bathroom and after thinking about whether I wanted a kid right now. I got worried of the possibilites. I hear a low beep coming from my phone letting me know that the 3 minute timer is up. I debate to myself on whether I should get Rocky to see the test with me. I decide not to and I walk over to the test where I saw two blue lines. I scratch my head and scramble around

looking for the box the test was in just to be sure of what I was thinking was right. I looked on the back and saw that two lines are positive. That confirmed my thoughts so I speedrun over to my computer and search up “Are false positives rare?” After getting my answer I rush downstairs and find Rocky in the kitchen sitting down, rubbing his hands together as if he was nervous. He looks up at me and says “So.. uh. what happened?” He asked nervously. I responded with “It was positive” He jumps up and says “Oh wow! That’s great we’re gonna be parents!?” I feel a smile creep up on my face and I start nodding my head. “Oh I bet hes gonna look just like his dad!” he said with a smile “What makes you think its gonna be a boy? Don’t you think it’s a little too early to assume the gender? I ask raising an eyebrow. “Not at all” He said

The End

Word Count: 691

Author note: This is my first one so I know its a little sucky 😔😭

[b4b3tte]

꒰ ⊹ ˚ Summary — Rocky invites you to his place after a short date but thing is you didn’t expect the outcome.

Contains of — Rocky’s turtles, his decent couch, endless amount of snacks in his fridge and a kiss at the end🤭

Visualization — Rocky and Adrian date scene<3

Babette’s note — you know the scene where rocky takes Adrian for their first date and invites her to his place and they kiss at the end, it’s basically this but with you as Adrian and a semi switch of script, it’s set in the first rocky film! Not proofread <3

- you and rocky are walking back to a set of some apartments while talking well mainly him but it’s still conversation.

- after he calls someone a bum he speaks up saying “ I think we make a real sharp couple of coconuts “

- you chuckle and respond with a “ yeah? You think so? “

- “ yeah, I’m dumb your shy what do you think huh “

- he smiles then slightly pats your shoulder and drops his hand down after doing so

- you were rewinding your guys conversation together and went back to the topic of him being a fighter so

- you spoke up about it. “ hm, I don’t..understand why anyone would want to be a fighter “

- “ hey you’ve gotta be a moron, you got to be a moron to want to be a fighter “ he states, while taking the cigarette out of his mouth

- you looked at him confused at first thinking he got into the fighting industry because he enjoyed it, I guess not

- with rocky still ranting he continues expressing the stupidity-ness with his hands, while looking back at you “ you know what I mean? “

- he ends his sentence with a strong “ it’s a racket that you’re almost guaranteed to end up a bum “

- you slighty frown at the comment so I guess you reassure him that You don’t view him as one “ I don’t think you’re a bum “

- “ well I’m atleast half a bum, you know “

- you guys reach to the front of the stairs which you assume is his apartment which leaves you kinda nervous

- but you forget about your anxiety when he speaks up again “ I’ll tell you one thing, worst thing about fighting is the morning after“

- rocky then leans on the brick wall with the cigarette in his mouth still expressing the “ pain “ he has in the morning afterwards with his hands

- “ I’ll tell you, yeah the morning after fighting your nothing but a large wound you know what I mean“

- you look down and chuckle while shaking your head not knowing how to respond but luckily he continues talking

- “ sometimes I got pains all over me I feel like calling a taxi to take me from the bed to the bathroom “

- you were impressed by how much he was talking, as someone who never spoke up it seemed like a whole lot but what can you say it’s rocky we are talking about

- “ you know what I mean, your hair hurts, your eyes hurt, your face looks all busted up your hands are swollen you know “

- he starts to walk up closer until he turns to his side to show you his side profile mainly pointing towards his nose

- “ look at this face, sixty-four (64) fights, look at that nose, see that nose? “

- he looks back at you kind of expecting an answer from you which luckily you caught on on

- you nod and respond with a “ yeah what about it “

- “ about it? That nose ain’t never been broken before sixty-four (64) fights I had guys busting on it, I had guys chewing on twisting punching it “

- towards the end of that sentence he makes slightly light uppercut punches towards you as an example of what happened to his nose in previous fights

- “ I mean, whack, tsh, pfft, boom. These guys hitting my nose all the time never broke it, “

- he puts his finger under the tip of his nose pushing it up showing how it’s never been broken. “ I’m very proud of that it’s rare, that’s rare “

- you hate to be the Debbie-downer of things but you still showed your concern for rocky. “ why do you do it if it hurts “

- when rocky turns up to go walk on the stairs he says “ why do you think? “

- you grab the stair handle and make some sorta swing on it and responding back with “ causeeee, you can’t sing or dance?

- “ yeah something like that “ he opens the front protective door and leans on it pointing his finger towards the door saying “ hey wanna come inside “

- this was the part you got anxious, there was an awkward silence for awhile, because you kept looking down but you’d figured it’d be easier if you told him it was late instead of staying quiet

- “ erm no I gotta go it’s kinda late “ before you even spat out your sentence you can already feel his disappointment in your response, trying to pursue you to come inside again

- “ hey come on, hey I got some animals I got these rare very rare animals inside, come on “ he was gonna say come on again until you cut him off with a “ no no I gotta go “

- he can feel your uncomfortableness so he tries to crack a joke to let the intensity down “ I gotta go too, I gotta go to the bathroom come on! “

- you really wanted to come inside but your nervousness got the best of you and told you no you gotta go which made you tell rocky that as well, “ no I really gotta go “

- “ hey I got, hey look at this face is that a face you can trust? You can trust or what? Huh? Is it?Gotta stick this face on a stamp what do you think? *chuckle* huh, come on “ he walks into the building with a come on

- after being pursued you still decided to stay outside to see what he would ( totally not because you were hesitant ) he gets his head out of the door frame making a hand motion to invite you in “ yo! Come on “

- you still waited outside.

- from the building rocky just slightly opens the door more open, from your view it just looks like it’s only his hand pushing it open

- it took you awhile but you eventually just took a deep breathe in and out and took your first few steps on the stairs, you stopped again

- and looked at the building number “ 1818 “ and walked the rest of the steps closing the door behind you. As you walk behind rocky to his apartment he opens the door turning on the light switch

- with an sound effect “ click “ he slightly stands behind the door making a motion to let you inside closing the door afterwards.

- you look around making a quick observation before he can catch you intensely staring at the whole place thankfully he spoke up “ Yo! Y/n you hungry? “

- at first you just look down and shake your head in a response of no but he continued to insist on you eating something

- “ I got some things in there I got uh if you like soda some donuts or something “

- you just lightly smile and respectfully decline again “ no thank you “

- “ you sure? A couple of cupcakes huh? No ? I think I got uh some chocolate in there, no? “

- you shake your head again and just awkwardly stand there watching him remove his leather jacket and hat

- you were looking around the place until your eyes made back to him and saw him taking off both his vest and turtleneck

- leaving him in his white ripped tank top, you visibly got flustered and red, more then you should’ve to be honest

- but you were also confused it was freezing in the apartment. After he throws his vest and turtle neck on the counter he says “ it’s hot in here you know “

- you definitely do not know, it was extremely chilly and his apartment window was half opened so you figured he just took of his shirts on purpose

- snapping you out of your thinking he turns to this wall with a record player, turning it on “ I can go for some music “

- he walks forward to this small table with two bowls grabbing the “ rare “ animals he was talking about

- “ yo! Y/n these are the exotic animals I was telling you about“ he makes 2 or 3 steps with the turtles on his hands lifting them “ these are my buddies cuff and link “ he smiles.

- you have to admit when he smiles it’s definitely quite cute but you didn’t show that’s what you thought and replied deadpan like. “ I sold them to you “

- as hes placing cuff and link down he looks at you saying “ sure I know you sold them to me, remember you were working at that pet shop huh? “

- “ first day yous was there and I came in and bought both these animals huh, yeah I remember that, I came in and bought this bowl, and I bought the uh..um.. the animals themselves, the food the marbles that go on the bottom there, and that mountain “

- he demonstrates the mountain size he bought with his hands continuing on “ remember that mountain I had to get rid of that mountain though because they kept falling over and flipping you know what I mean “ he wipes his hands on his pants

- and he removes the newspaper’s off the couch letting himself sit on it. “ yo, why don’t you come on over and sit down…hm…it’s a nice couch I don’t know…there’s uh..big bugs over there you know it’s safer over here…you wanna sit down? “

- after staring at the floor for what seemed like forever you finally make eye contact with him slowly walking up towards the couch

- you look around trying to find an excuse to stall sitting next to him, ah ha, you find some pictures taped on the mirror and wall which you quickly walk up too

- you point at the black and white photo of this couple asking “ uh these your parents? “

- looking at the view of your back from the couch he says “ yeah that’s both of them there “

- you nod and look at other photos until you see one that made you giggle, a baby picture of him you say as you point towards the picture “ is this you? “

- still looking at the view of your back, he looks at you up and down making an upside down smile ( like a frown smile )

- and chuckles nodding with “ yeah that’s me when I was eight years old that’s the Italian stallion when he was a baby “

- you place the photo back where it was and walk towards to what seems like to be a beaten up mattress but look at ground instantly again when he says

- “ why don’t you come on on and make yourself comfortable, relax “ you look back at him and respond with a concerning tone “ do you have a phone? “

- he seems hesitant to respond quickly but he ends up saying “ nah I got no phone I had it pulled you know cause people calling all the time and uh..who needs the aggravation right..interruptions…”

- (INTERRUPTIONS??? Rocky boy what do you mean 😩)

- after what it seems like forever he finally says or asks the important question “ uhh who’d you want to call? “

- you were shockingly nervous to respond back to his question but you were getting really anxious that it slipped out sorta instantly “ I wanna let my brother know where I am”

- “ why? “ at that point he was really worried if he scared you or made you uncomfortable with anything he said

- you bum your gums and look up saying “ I think he might be worried “ he says while getting up from the couch “ well I’ll call your brother if that’s the problem “

- he fully opens the window until the little click sound is heard, he sticks his head out and yells so loudly “ YO PAULIE!YOUR SISTERS WITH ME!ILL CALL YOU BACK LATER!…SEE YA! “

- after that obnoxious yell for your brother he closes the window and wipes his hands on his pants waiting for that satisfaction to appear on your face

- but it never came, he figured it was the way he lived, how he has everything and how messy everything was, he didn’t entirely blame you it was dirty and not pleasant

- but he hoped and didn’t expect you to be that type of gal, he didn’t know you cared about those things so he was just blunt and straight forward

- “ whats the matter, you don’t like the room do you.. “ he looked upset and him staring you up and down didn’t make it any better

- you weren’t that type of person, you didn’t care how someone lived or where they lived, whatever works you know, whatever is affordable so when he said that

- you were being completely honest and truthful when you responded with “ it’s fine, it doesn’t bother me at all “ you hoped he knew you were being sincere

- “ well it’s only temporary you know its not bad “ you nodded and added “ yeah it isn’t “ rocky looks down than back up signing deeply while walking towards you

- making you a little intimated especially the size difference you two have. He stands tall in-front of you, putting his hands on top of this pipe above him looking down at you

- your body language automatically changed so quickly he caught on to it, at first you were standing still with your arms crossed but

- when he leaned down your arms went behind your back taking a step back with a tint of red flashing your facial cheeks

“ what’s the problem, you don’t like me? Don’t like the turtles what’s the problem? “ he says with a bit of satire to it,

it seemed like you were at a lost of words you didn’t know entirely what to say, you didn’t have a problem really you were just nervous

- thinking of an excuse you just blurted out “ I don’t belong here “ he drops his hands from the pipe and says “ it’s okay “

- you turn away from him towards the door but turn back at him repeating “ I don’t belong here “ a little bit louder

- before he can speak up you added “ I don’t belong here and I shouldn’t be here “

- since you backed up before he moves closer to you saying fast “ well you know it’s okay because your my guest “ you move away from him slowly while stating

- “ I’m sorry but erm..I don’t..know you..well enough, I’ve never been in a man’s apartment alone “

- again he steps closer to you saying hopes in response to make you stay “ well uh I..uh they are all the same..you know.. “

- and again you back away from him letting him know “ I’m not sure that I know you good enough, I’m not really comfortable “

- “well yo y/n I’m ain’t so comfortable either “ he tilts his head as he states that sentence, you look back at him once more before saying “ I should really go “

- you walk quickly towards the door hoping to unlock the door fast enough but obviously rocky caught up and quickly says “ no, don’t go please, don’t go, don’t go “ as he corners you into the door with both of his hands next to you.

- you make a deep sigh and have a visibly upset defeated face and look at both of his arms trapping you between the door. You finally look up at rocky just to see he is already deep staring your every move.

- this was one of the first time you fully had eye contact with him, especially for a long period of time for a second it seemed like you guys were trapped into each others eyes just seeing the stars in them

- you both gulp at the same time which makes you furrow your eyebrows, he says “ do me a favor? “ you surprise yourself with how quickly you say “ what is it? “

- he grabs your glasses and slowly takes them off saying “ take off these glasses “ you really wanted to grab them back and claim them but your hands weren’t moving

- you genuinely couldn’t do it or maybe you didn’t want to, you just stared at your glasses being taken off not making a sound, he places them on the self next to you and says

“ you got nice eyes “ after that comment you look down in embarrassment not knowing what to say but suddenly he lightly uses his finger to lift up your chin to say “ you know that babe? “

- he starts to grab your beret ( hat ) and slowly bring it down “ take off that hat “ having all your hair go down to your face, enhancing your beauty even more he gets a close look at your features and deeply admires them he couldn’t help but say “ always knew you was pretty “

- becoming a little bit bold you say “ don’t tease me “ with a seductive but oddly innocent tone with the doe eyes your giving him, he tilts his head and bluntly tells you “ I’m not teasing you….I’m not teasing. “

- he kinda hesitates but he leans closer and moves his face closer to yours, if you weren’t already taken back he says something that makes you more shocked then ever

“ I just…I wanna kiss you.. you don’t have to kiss me back if you don’t wanna..but I wanna kiss you. “ by the look on your face he can tell you were nervous so he started off by baby steps, he leaned in on your left cheek leaving a light peck

- he pulls away from you waiting for a negative reaction, but you just give him the stare that says “ kiss me more “ he leans in much closer and kisses the end of your lips, which was in line with his bottom lip so well you just peck his bottom lip but look down automatically

- while your guys foreheads are still connected with each others, your guys noses connect this time it was like the perfect timing you both leaned in and kissed each other

- leaving his hands from the wall he drags his hands to you waist to your shoulder kind of gripping on them, while your kiss gets intense and intimate the more your guys lips engage with each others

- having the kiss get so intense you guys just slowing slide down the wall in each others embrace , traveling your hands towards his neck bringing his face closer to yours while he sorta holds you like he would if he’d pick you up, a hand on the waist and one on the shoulders

- you guys keep switching the way you guys kiss, left to right it became kinda sloppy at this point since his nose kept going over your face and your lips kept going over his face

- as soon as you guys officially hit the ground and lean on the fridge side he moves the hair out of your neck and starts kissing to your jawline down to your collar bone, which made you accidentally let out a soft gasp and grabbing on his neck tighter

- he definitely noticed this change in body language so he quickly picked you up and laid you on his bed while having his lips inlock with yours so you didn’t make another gasp in surprise, he lays you down and stands between your legs

- he puts his hands on your hips leading up to your chest “do you wanna…you know, take off your coat? “

Hi!! Thank you so much for reading and liking this post!! Just remember The night is a wonderful opportunity to rest to forgive to dream to smile & to get ready for a beautiful tomorrow ⭐️

[morgandr]

Imagine:

Your husband, Rocky giving you a kiss right before he gets ready to fight.

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(Rocky Balboa X Reader)

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[theydrewfirst]

Rambo, Rocky, Barney when someone talks shit about Y/N:

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Big Sister | Adonis Creed

*I do not own this GIF nor do I take any credit for it!*

A/N: So I was kinda bored and I was rewatching both Creed films and fell in love with the way Michael B Jordan portrays Adonis, especially in the second movie, so I made this imagine. Primarily based off of that scene where Rocky basically pleads Adonis not to fight Viktor, Ivan Drago’s son.

Warnings: angst between brother and sister

You were aware of the news circling around that Viktor Drago wanted to fight Donnie and frankly, you thought it was bullshit. This was the son of the infamous Ivan Drago, the one who killed Apollo Creed, also known as your father.

You were the first-born of the boxing champion, and Adonis was the second but whilst you had the chance to meet him and know your father, your little brother didn’t share that same opportunity. He died in the ring before Adonis was born and it gave you a responsibility over him, especially with how much he always used to get in trouble.

You and Adonis were separated once you reached your teenage years, you took your father’s last name but your brother took your mother’s. No one could know that you were related but after the fight with Conlan, he sought you out and it was known to the world that he was a Creed before anything else.

He was a fighter and had the heart of a champion but deep down, you always knew that one day it could be the death of him. Your mother was there that night when your father got into the ring with Ivan Drago and she always used to say how there was a faint memory of “your father going down but never getting back up.”

Consecutive banging on your door awoke you from where you had fell asleep on the couch, the TV still playing in the background, you switched it off and slowly got up, rubbing your eyes as you opened the front door to see Adonis standing before you.

“What’s up Donnie?” You said tiredly, but he had a completely straight face, something was obviously about to go down. “We gotta talk.” You nodded your head and turned back to your shoes, “let’s take a walk, I need some fresh air anyway.”

Shutting the door behind you, Adonis followed as you walked down the steps. “I talked to Ma today, she said that you better be on your best behavior, kinda reminds me of when we were kids, it’s funny but it’s stupid too.” You chuckled and shook your head at yourself.

“I gotta take the fight.” Your face dropped as you shut your eyes for a moment, sighing deeply. You could feel Adonis’ eyes on the back of your head, he always valued your opinions the most and you could tell he came to you first with the hopeful look in his eyes.

You turned around and met them, “have you talked to Rock about it?” He simply shook his head and kept his mouth closed, “you know why? Because you know exactly what’s he’s going to say Donnie.”

You sighed again and dropped your head to the floor, small flashbacks of the fight that you’ve replayed on YouTube a billion times played over and over again in your mind, “why?” You questioned lowly, looking back up to your brother.

“These dudes killed Pops, now they parading around and talking shit? We can’t let that slide.” You knew he was right partly but you couldn’t bear the thought of losing another part of your family, the effect it would have on you would be emptying but the effect it would have on your mother would be soul-crushing.

“You call me a champ right?”

“Yeah.” You responded quietly.

“So I ain’t got a choice.”

You scoffed, “choice? You know that’s the same thing Pops said when he died in the ring that night.” You noticed Adonis’ change in expression even though he desperately tried to cover it up with the hard exterior.

“Look what his choice put Ma through, do you really want to do that to her again?”

“I thought you’d get it,” You flinched back at his sudden response, this was slowly turning to an argument and you really didn’t want it to.

“If I don’t take this fight, I got to live with it right now.” You stepped closer to him and put your finger on his chest, “Viktor was raised in hate, okay? You weren’t. Don’t do it.”

He took a step back this time, your hand falling back to your side. “Rocky did.” You sighed again and shut your eyes, opening them only a few moments later. “That was different Donnie.”

“It was different?”

“It was a whole lot different.” You spoke, raising your voice slightly. As a big sister to Adonis, you had a responsibility to make sure he didn’t make any stupid decisions and this was one of them.

You walked past him to the bottom of the stairs, your shoulder brushing his slightly.

“Rocky was supposed to be in there with Drago that night, and not Pops. And now he has to live with that. How do you expect him to live with it if you die, Donnie? How do you expect all of us to do that?!”

You walked towards him again and lowered your voice this time, hopefully he’d listen. “It’s not worth it.” You walked around him back to where you were standing before, “why do you want to fight?”

“Whatchu talking about? I just told you why.”

“No you didn’t Donnie. Why do you want to fight? I get why they want to fight you, I know what they’re fighting for, what about you?” Adonis opened his mouth to speak as he met your eyes but no words left his lips, so he looked away.

“Listen to me, you’ve got everything to lose! He’s got nothing to lose and when a fighter has got nothing to lose, he’s dangerous!”

“I’m dangerous!” Adonis proclaimed, taking a small step back from you. You sighed as a defeated look came over your face and a confused one came over your brother’s. Suddenly, there was a hurtful look in his eyes as he kept watching you.

“You think imma lose.”

“I ain’t say that.” You had hope in your brother but Viktor was taller, heavier, bulkier, he was a machine and Donnie was a man of faith. And sometimes, faith got people hurt.

“You didn’t need to say nothing, Y/N/N. I know that look on your face. You don’t think I can beat him.” You looked away from Adonis’ stare, worried he’d see right through you and what you were thinking. “What is it that you used to say? ‘Some things may change in the process, but we always start and end with family.’ Right?”

“Right.” You repeated, looking back into his eyes as he took another step back in disbelief.

“So when I need my family, when I want to defend my family, when I want to fix my family, my family won’t even back me up!” You blinked back the tears that were threatening to spill on to your cheeks as Adonis glared at you angrily, his hands made into fists.

There was a moment of silence between you both before Adonis spoke up again. “Listen, I’m taking this fight with or without you.”

You had the same defeated look in your eyes which caused Adonis to shake his head in disagreement, he needed his big sister there with him. He pleaded with his eyes but you didn’t have it in you to back him up, “it’s gotta be without. I’m sorry.”

You walked around him to the bottom of the steps as he turned around, looking at you disappointingly, his eyes welling with tears. “So that’s it sis? You walking out on me?”

You didn’t reply and refused to meet him, taking a few steps up towards your house. “At least you don’t have to pretend to protect me now.” He spoke coldly and as much as you wanted to fight back, you didn’t. You mumbled a small ‘yeah’ and opened the front door, shutting it after you and leaving a very broken brother behind.

[the-iceni-bitch]

Couples Costume

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x fem!reader (OTP)

Words: ~600

Summary: Ransom finds out the hard way he should put more effort into couples shit.

Warnings: explicit language, other than that, fluff! Some implied smut.

A/N: While my smut muse is hibernating, I managed to churn out some fluff for our two fave idiots. Might have some more fluff coming with some other couples, because you know I’ve got everyone’s costumes all picked out.

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“Ran, you need to start getting ready.” You fastened the ridiculously gaudy pearls around your neck as you walked down the stairs, frowning when you found him lazing on the couch and sipping on a glass of scotch. “We are not going to be late for your grandfather’s party, you know what a big deal this is.”

“It’s not though, you just take this shit too seriously.” He sat up further and turned to face you, choking on his drink once he got a good look at you. “Baby, holy shit, you look amazing.”

“I know. And it is a big deal, so many publishing people and authors are going to be there.” You smiled indulgently when he rose off the couch and walked towards you. “Don’t fuck up my makeup! You need to get dressed, I’m serious.”

“I don’t give a shit about your makeup, is this your costume?” He growled when you dodged out of his grip when he tried to grab you. “Baby, you can’t come out here wearing lingerie and not expect me to try something.”

“It is my costume, and I’m not gonna let you ruin it.” You shoved him off when he managed to get an arm around you, laughing at his petulant expression before pushing him towards the stairs. “Now go put yours on so we can get out of here. The sooner we make an appearance the sooner we can come home and fuck each other stupid in our outfits.”

“Yeah, fine.” He rolled his eyes as he moved towards the bedroom, leaving you to pour yourself a drink as you waited for his reaction. “Oh, fuck no!”

“What’s wrong, babe?” Imagining what his face must look like right now was making you giddy.

“Y/N, I’m not fucking wearing this.” He stormed out of the room with a scowl, holding up the tiny, glittering gold shorts you’d picked out for him. “What costume is this?”

“It’s Rocky.” You bit your lip teasingly as you turned to face him.

“I don’t know what movie you watched, but Rocky never wore a gold speedo.”

“Not Rocky Balboa, Rocky Horror.” You sat on the back of the couch as he just kept staring at you in disbelief. “We’re Frank and Rocky, it’s a couples costume.”

“Oh my god, you want me to go to my family’s big ass party, that you just said was a good networking opportunity, dressed as a living sex doll?”

“Yeah, I want to win that costume contest.” You pulled on the leather jacket as you walked towards him. “I seem to remember asking you to help me pick out our costumes and your response was ‘I don’t give one hair of a rat’s ass.’”

“Knew that would bite me in the ass.” He had thought your reaction to that had been understated, but he didn’t want to examine his good luck. “I can’t wear this.”

“Yes you can, baby, you’re gonna look so good.” You pressed your chest to his and leaned into him, brushing your lips over his and humming from deep your chest until you felt him relax. “C’mon, be a good boy for me and I’ll fuck you so good once we get home.”

“Fine, you win, you’re such a bitch.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead before disconnecting from you, scoffing as he eyed the gold shorts again. “I’m gonna look fucking fantastic in these, are you kidding me? If we win this thing you’d better turn me out, babe.”

“Oh, I will.” You beamed at him as he started heading up the stairs. “I love you!”

“Yeah, I love you too.”

[some-lonely-loser]

The End Of The World

 The End Of The World

Rocky Balboa x GN Reader

Summary: During a zombie apocalypse, you meet the famous boxer, Rocky Balboa. Will you two survive during the apocalypse?

Just down the hill was the first store, a liquor store, its windows boarded with no light to be seen through it. The town had to have been occupied by no more than a hundred people at one point. The sun had just begun to rise to the left, and in the peach-toned light, the houses almost seemed cheery. As I stared intently at the liquor store, the sun's light beamed at the store's front door. Shattered and left hanging slightly open

There was no movement in any of the streets or houses, and the morning hours should keep any occupants asleep for at least another hour. I adjusted the large backpack to lay more comfortably across my back; the oversized thing had been my steady companion for the last five years, almost the only thing that had accompanied me through The disease. It had been named The disease after the entirety of the world fell in its wake, only taking a mere month for entire cities to be overrun. It had been like any other morning. The 5 am news had been droning the week's weather as I sipped from coffee that was too hot.

Suddenly, the forecast was interrupted by an image that read “Breaking News”. The audience was then treated to seeing a very shaky image showing a reporter slowly backing away from the scene before them. People attacked others in the street, biting and tearing with their hands, fingers, and teeth. Others were lying on the cement moaning, blood pooling around them.

It was said two weeks later that The disease had been transferred from the bat to the dog, and that dog had bitten its owner, thus beginning the end. And so the world came to be destroyed by what the people before had laughed at, zombies.

It had been five years since then, and I hardly remembered those easy, lucky times. I slowly began descending the slight incline towards the liquor store, hoping to salvage a few things before the sun was completely up. The backpack thumped comfortingly along my back which had already begun to sweat with nerves; going into towns no matter how small was always a risk.

The air was quiet except for the slight crunch of grass beneath my boots and the occasional rustle of leaves. I had to decide whether the liquor store would be my only stop or if I would risk finding other supplies further into town. A rattle to the right caught my attention, and I shifted onto the floor, dropping low. I felt the presence of someone behind me within seconds, and when I looked over my shoulder, there he stood. He wore a green hoodie with faded blue jeans and had short black hair, which barely flowed out his hoodie.

I'd been startled enough that it took me a moment to say something and just as I was, he beat me to it: "Y/N?" He said full of shock. I furrowed my eyebrows in shock... I'd never met this man. How did he know my name? Had we ever spoken face to face before? His eyes locked with mine, his somewhat tanned skin clean and smooth.

"I've come to help you," he answered simply, calmly. With his stare remaining strong and intense, he stepped closer to me. When I didn't move, he took a step forward, putting his hands up by his head in defense. "I ain't got nothin' on me, alright? I'm just tryna help, You know?"

For some reason, I found myself liking him despite knowing little about him. "Okay, yea." I whispered quietly. My heart was pounding in my chest as he kept moving towards me. I was ready to run if need be, but instead, he reached his hand out toward me. "You should probably get up, we have to leave fast. Almost the whole town is infected." I took his hand suspiciously and he pulled me up towards him. Crashing into his hard chest, I hear him say "Oops" I can hear his smirk in his voice so I back myself away and continue walking until I reach his truck. Once inside, he starts driving quickly down the road.

We drove for nearly twenty minutes before he spoke again, and even though I wasn't paying much attention to where we were going, I could tell we were getting close to the end of town. "So Y/N. Where d'ya wanna go?" He asked. "How do you know my name?" I asked confused. I haven't even known this man for an hour, let alone even know his name. Yet he knows mine.? Ya gotta name tag on ya. I'm Rocky. Rocky Balboa" He said. I look down at my shirt and realize he's right "That famous boxer?" I asked surprised. "Yea, that's me. Where ya headed?" "Maybe Harrisburg?" "Oh ok. That's where I'm headed too."

I explained my situation briefly before asking why he had been on his way there anyway. Why didn't he just drive straight to his destination? "No offense, but the city is dangerous. More so than you might realize. So we're gonna travel together in the hopes of staying alive, ya know?" I nod with surprise before saying "Oh. Well, that's smart of you, I mean you're kind of odd. But yeah I agree. Maybe if we stick together and watch each other's backs, we'll make it through all of this..." I said before he stopped at a red light. Before I knew it, he turned to me and asked "Where are you staying?" I frowned, remembering my hostel from last night.

"Actually, I’m not sure." He looks at me for a moment before nodding "Well we can find a place together. Maybe a motel?" "Yea," He continued driving, and soon after, I dozed off.

                                         Timeskip

We finally made it to our destination and went inside. I fell asleep almost instantly.

The next morning, I woke up feeling warm. It was like waking up from a good nap, which I suppose it was. Soon, I heard footsteps coming toward my room, followed by the door opening. Before I could look up, he starts talking. "Come on downstairs, breakfast is ready." I stumble out of bed and get myself ready before going down to the kitchen. I sat at a table that had a small stove across from it and placed myself against the wall near a window, while two cups of coffee were poured. "This is how I make coffee," He stated proudly. As I take a sip, I can see him smiling at me. "It's not bad. It's kind of strong, but maybe just add a dash of cream next time."

When we finish eating, we go and sit on the couch. A hard and loud bang brings me out of my thoughts as Rocky stands up to get his gun. He motions for me to stay quiet as he walks towards the door.

                                         Cliffhanger :)

Word count: 1,187

Authors note: Hii! I don’t know why this took me so long to write but it’s done now. I’m praying that this is better than my first one so let me know what you think!

By the way this was barely prof read so if you see a typo or something along those lines ignore it. :)

[b4b3tte]

hi!! I'm the anon that requested the rocky balboa x shy reader!! IT WAS PERFECT!! and I LOVE the flowers u chose for the bouquet! it was so sweet!! I'm so tempted to send in another rocky request, hehe 😁

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