Lackadaisy x Reader

As an apology for the "Zib x Reader x Wick", I feel I didn't give enough attention to Zib since Wick got the spotlight and the love interest.

Enjoy
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°BEEP BEEP BEEP°

"Ughh-" fixing your hands through your hair, eyes adjusting to the lights through your dingy curtains. Practically hanging on by a string.

Looking over you see Zib absolutely sprawled out on the bed, body practically half off and enjoying the company of the floor. Every morning he looks like he fought through his sleep.

Hitting his stomach, he jolts up. "AGHHH-" Springing up into action eyes bulging in anger and fear. "Y/n can you stop doing that? You might kill me one of these days and then who'll take the rest of your money." Pulling down his white tank top hanging out of his sweats for his slacks.

"Well that might only encourage me to keep doing it." Bending down putting on his suspenders "I didn't know Death was so attractive then." Kissing you up on your lips. Then lighting a cigarette.

You couldn't help but admire him with the sun beaming on his red hair. "C'mon love get up" throwing a pillow at your messy exterior.

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As you both walk lugging yourselves outta bed, you end up at Little Daisy's. Rocky, Freckle, and Ivy all together sitting down at a booth.

"Miss Y/n, welcome from your slumber lovely day of the Mississippi dream we continue to live." Rocky declares out of his seat.

"Uh-uh," walking behind the counter fixing yourself some coffee. "Also a fine day for those pancakes and sausages you've promised us yesterday." Rocky beamed with a twinkle in his eyes. Fangs are always hanging out excitedly bouncing and almost dancing around.

Putting on your apron and washing your hands. You get to work, "Rocky grab the flour and sugar from the pantry." As you go into the fridge staring at the ingredients that are barely visible.

With a bottle of milk almost out, you put it under the sink filling it up with water. "Pancakes need water anyway what's the harm." Convincing yourself.

As you go to make the pancakes beating up the stove at the diners bar you notice a patron looking back at you head on hand eyes.

"You know you're adorable when you cook."

"Uh-huh" Eyes, on the pan, with the slim stick of butter you're using, "Not so bad yourself handsome."

Ivy, yells from the booth. "Freckle, that's how you should be talking to me everyday." Grabbing his arm cuddling on his neck.

"I should?" Confused, and scared. "Yes, it's how people who love each other speak, and since you're my boyfriend you have'ta do that every day, every night, and even when I'm away."  Scared, and concerned Freckle nods. "O-okay." Face scrunching up. "How do I do that when you're away?"

Ivy has a contemplative look on her face. "Yeah how would you do that." Raising her hand and yelling from her seat. "Aunt Y/n, and Zib! How do you have a great relationship."

"Well I've tolerated him this long." Teasing Zib. "What's the rest of my life."

"Ha-ha, laugh it up gorgeous! But I'm perfect and outta their league."