Lackadaisy x Reader

Zib x Reader

"In your dreams Cupcake." Flicking water at him.

"Lady Y/n, IVE HAVE GATHERED THE INGREDIENTS!" Rocky comes bursting back up the stairs. Plopping it all down on the patrons bar.

"Eek-" yelped Zib as it all came tumbling down his direction. Giggling back turned from him. "It's not funny, Junkie the Violin boy could've killed me!" He frowned.

"Sorry, Zib!" Leaning his whole body on the bar. "I just can't wait for the pancakes." As you hurry the batter on the stove the smell wafts through the air.

Ivy opening the door, as it wafts through the diner it lures in the patrons. One by one each join in. Money out and ready for your delicious air of food.

"Why did they all come hear?" Freckles scratches his head in bewilderment from a state of complete dust and emptyness to a lovely breakfast nook filled with denizens off the street.

"Everyone knows Miss. Y/n makes the best pancakes in town," Rocky gleefully exclaims. "We also make her cook for us because it draws in extra money."

"Ivy honey!" Y/n yells from an overwhelming crowd. Sweat already dripping from the hot summer heat. "Got it Y/n!" Ivy strapping on an apron, with a notepad and pencil.

Walking around grabbing the people's orders.

"How come I ain't never seen you cooking in the café?" Questions Zib staring inquisitively at his love. "Well, you never wake up early enough." Flipping the food. "Waking up till 3 and going to bed around 2." They plates the pancakes on the plates. Ringing a bell, with Ivy quickly taking a hop and a step filling these orders right away.

Huffing away, Y/n continues making more batter basically multitasking 3 things at once.

Concerning, "Hello, doll face." Zib walks from behind the bar. Grabbing your spatula from you. "Let me help cook, how bad could it be?" Contemplating for a moment, you think back on any memories of Zib cooking.

'How bad could it be?'

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-flashback-

For your first anniversary you were told to stay in your room all day. As you did Zib had planned to make you "The finest meal in all of history." Planning on cooking a for course meal he actually called upon Mitzi to help him cook.

-Zibs POV

"Mitzi, it's out first anniversary and they do so much in and out of the home." He scratches his neck in shame. "I want to do something for them to make them know I'm here." He exasperates.

Mitzi putting a hand on his shoulder, "Of course, you can use the diner." Lifting her hand, to use the rotary. "I'll telephone Horatio, to know how to pick up food from the grocers."

"The busboy?" Zib puffs his cigarette. "He's grown rather useful for me. I oughta use him more anyway. Can't have Mordecai or Viktor doing all my errands for me."

"Atlas has em out this week huh?"

Mitzi shakes. "Won't get em back till next week." Huffing her words. "But nevermind that,"

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As we get to the diner Horatio walks in with Mitzi. "All your groceries, picked out specifically how ya liked."

"Thank you Horatio," tipping him a dollar.

"Golly, thanks Ms. Mitzi!" He struts out of the diner like he's the richest man alive. "So Zib, you do know how to... Anything?"

"Of course Mitz, I got this all under control. Need no help."

"But-" shooing her out of the restraunt pushing her out the door. "Yes, yes, bye Mitz give Atlas my love. And bring Y/n here around 9!" Locking the door behind her.

With her trying to jiggle the handle. Then banging on the window. "ZIB I OWE THIS ESTABLISHMENT YOU CAN'T JUST-" Her yelling muffled.

"Can and just did." Zib sticking tongue out waving goodbye while closing the blinds on Mitzi.

Clutching her pearls. "I cannot believe it! What a! URGH!" Mitzi stomped her foot outside the café in a furious fit. "Fine then!" Digging through her brassiere pulling a flask out.

Back inside the café "How hard could this be?"

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Y/n's POV

A knocking at the door. "Mitzi, what a pleasant surprise!" You hugged her excitedly.

"Y/n, how do you do?" She hugged back.

"Fairing well, Zib told me to stay in my room all day but I figured he would be back soon. It's almost 9:00 a'clock." Pointing to the cuckoo clock upon the wall.

"Actually Zib sent me to fetch you, before he locked me out of my own diner, he told me to pick you up around this time."

As you walk to the café candles have been placed in front of the door. Rose petals on top.

"Aww how sweet of him." Mitzi exclaims on your behalf. "It is actually rather adorable." Gawking at the beauty of the shop illuminating in the moonlight you open the door.

Upon opening you see black scotches everywhere. The kitchen was a wreck food is out and about just thrown across like cleanliness wasn't real. The sauces of white, red, and brown covering some of the soot marks. The ceiling fan still in working order winding soot everywhere leaving you in a coughing fit. Only to see a smiling Zib and Horatio behind the counter. Smiling behind a plate of scorched up leather, cold broccoli and a side garnish of perfectly placed basil. With a side of fruitcake, Horatio tried to cut but broke the knife in doing so because of how much stone it resembled. Zib threw it onto the trash, hearing a loud thud. Hearing the flooring crack.

"Happy Anniversary, love." Walking forward your feet sloshed around in white foam across the floor. "What is this?"

"Well," Horatio spoke. "As you could probably tell we had trouble with a fire, and we used some fire extinguishers."

"Some?" Mitzi furrowed. "Umm..." Horatio uttered out but the shelf behind them flung open throwing six different extinguishers to the ground.

Everyone standing around in utter silence while all you could hear was the clanking of the fire extinguishers to the tile floor.

"Let's just go get ice cream." Zib, finally let out.

-end of flashback-

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"Just clean the dishes." Kissing him on the cheek. Continuing cooking.

"Really because I think I could be a great asset to cooking. If you'd JUST-"

"NO!!!" Smacking his hand away from the spatula. "No, it's okay I would just be grateful with the dishes." You place a sponge in his hand.

"But-"

"Nooooope." Humming along, like you can't hear him.

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