#zibowski x reader

[multi-fandom-imagine]

can you do some hc’s of Viktor, Mordecai, Serafine, and Zib that have a severe fear of deep water (such as lakes, rivers, oceans, and pools) do to a accident that happened when they were younger ?

A/n: hit close to home with this one, because I have a severe fear of deep water aka - Thalassophobia

•Viktor Vasko•

Notices how tense you get when he mentioned on taking you to a trip to the lake. He wasn't blind nor was he stupid, the man could sniff out your PTSD a mile away but it was not his place to ask about your trauma.

Start's to rethink his plan for on the little anniversary for you both, he does not want you to be uncomfortable. That's the last thing he want's since this weakened is special.

When you do tell him, he hates that he planed something without knowing your fear and though you tell him it's fine Viktor desperately wants to change plans but when you insist you two spend most of your time in the tent or hiking through the woods.

If you ask to try to go in the water, Viktor holds you close and will only go in the water up to your knees. He keep's you in his arms and refuses to let you go.

•Mordecai Heller•

Pins what you are afraid of right away and quickly tries to think of a way to remedy your fears though he doesn't know the exact reason why.

Think's that he can fix this because Mordecai does not like seeing you upset. Does his best to think of different ways he can help you.

Tries different ways to help, well he think's he is helping until he see's how scared you got when he mentioned on taming you to the beach and that's when you finally mentioned what happened to you and he regrets what he tried to do.

Once he learned of your fear, Mordecai keeps you away from any form of deep water and scolds anyone from wanting to try and take you in any place that deals with deep water. He's fine with that anyway. You're far more important than going swimming anyway.

•Serafine Savoy•

She already knew your fear and your trauma behind it since you told her. She doesn't mind it since everyone is afraid of something but she does keep a close eye on you.

It's when you two are at the pool and some boy's toss you in the deep end that she really see's how deep your fear is rooted. The woman swears she see's red as Nico is pulling you from the water.

Serafine hates seeing how scared you are, hates that you can't even hear her brother trying to talk to you. Your frantic cries or how you barely register that Nico is trying to calm you.

She is the one that ends up calming you down, pulling you into her chest as you desperately cling to her. She is soothing you while Nico goes to take care of the problem.

Serafine spends most of her time by yourside, she doesn't like you being alone. She doesn't trust any idiots near you, to help you. You're far too important to her than some silly pool anyway.

•Dorian Zibowski•

Doesn't really understand it but like Serafine get's it that people can be afraid of certain things.

Does his best to make light of it, to make you feel better. That its fine to be afraid of things, tells you his fears to make you feel better.

Jokes about he's fine staying away from lakes, pools or whatever that has deep water. Zib is fine with it. He'll happily sit on the beach, pool deck or dry land with you. It's better anyway, he likes to sleep in your arms.

Tease's about taking bath's with you as he lazily wraps his arm around your waist. "I'll keep you safe."

[glowinggator]

Prompt: Calling the Lackadaisy characters by their full name

A/N: University has been keeping me busy, and I've been in a bit of a writers block. So in the meantime, take this goofy little thing!

Includes: Rocky Rickaby/Reader Calvin "Freckle" McMurray/Reader Dorian "Zib" Zibowski/Reader Mordecai Heller/Reader Viktor Vasko/Reader Serafine Savoy/Reader Nicodeme "Nico" Savoy/Reader

Rocky Rickaby: 

Rocky's always pleased to hear his name fall from your lips… "Rocky Rickaby…" he loves to occupy your attention, and he's not above doing a silly trick here and there to get you to utter his name like that. But his given name? You can't even finish "Roark" before he's at your feet, begging for forgiveness. Queue the waterworks -- his muse, his winter sunshine, his summer breeze please, please forgive him. For he is naught but a mortal man, riddled with the propensity for mistakes, but is -- Hm?  The maple syrup is in the back of the pantry, yes. Yes, next to the peanut butter. -- is that not the natural state of such mortal endeavors? Surely, such a divine being must take pity on the folly of man!

He doesn't register that you were only playing with him. Or, maybe he's realized and is just committing to the bit. You'll never know. What you do know, however, is that you'll have him at your feet for the next hour or so. 

Calvin McMurray: 

Calvin, Cal, Freckle… Sweetheart, in private. McMurray, when you're teasing. Calvin really gets the gamut of names and nicknames when it comes to you. But when he hears his full name yelled out from the opposite end of the house, he's nothing if not panicked. The past two decades of Irish Catholicism really beats that into you. He rushes to your side, back straight, head down in silent apology for… whatever it is, that he did. 

"...Yes, dear?"

He has to bite his tongue a bit to not bring out any honorifics, but the message comes across just the same. There's only 2 times he uses "dear" as his go to-- 1.) In front of his mother, 2.) After he's done something he shouldn't. 

Decompresses instantaneously when you ask him to open the pickle jar. He exhales quietly, holding his hand out silently for the jar. His heart can't take this sort of thing. Don't do this to the poor man… too often. 

Dorian Zibowski:

Blinks owlishly when he hears his full name shouted out from across the house. If there's any way to sober Zib up… this is it. He's leaping to his feet in an instant, rushing to where you are… and slowing down when he's just out of sight. He smooths his fur and his clothes and takes a deep breath before waltzing calmly into your line of sight. Play it cool. 

"Funny way of pronouncing "Zibowski, doll. Need something?" 

He takes it in stride, but don't be fooled -- he's quaking in his boots, waiting for the other shoe to drop. He feels the weight lifted off his chest when you ask him to grab something from the top shelf, although you'd never know that. He does, however, press a lingering kiss to your temple after he passes the item off to you. Don't read into it too much. 

Mordecai Heller: 

He tears his eyes away from his book, glancing at you from over the rim of his teacup. "Yes?" 

He's truly unaffected. He's introduced by his first and last name all the time, and he was never scolded in such a manner as a child.  If you were looking for some outlandish reaction, all you've got is his quiet attention. And you might want to answer quickly -- he'd really like to finish this chapter tonight. This is quite a grueling read, you know. 

His true name, however, is a different story. But that's for entirely different reasons, and well, you wouldn't  know anything about that. Right? 

Viktor Vasko: 

Yet another one who is unaffected. He looms over you a bit -- which really, isn't unusual for him considering his stature -- humming questioningly.

He's a man of few words, and even fewer reactions. You've really gotta put some emotion in your voice if you want to get any sort of reaction out of him, and even then the most you're likely to get is a raised eyebrow… maybe a bit of a head tilt if you're lucky. And you can really only do this once -- he'll remember your little trick for next time. 

(If you really want to get a reaction out of him, use some sort of petname. He secretly finds them rather sweet, and the right one will force-reset his brain a bit the first few times you use it. )

Seraphine Savoy: 

Seraphine isn't unaffected by the use of her full name… rather, she revels in it. She's always enjoyed the flow of her name, but it always seems to fall from your lips like some goldly golden ichor. To call it heavenly would be a bit of a misnomer -- sinful, mayhaps? It's a difficult feeling to place, but she strides over to you confidently nonetheless. Her lips quirk up as she leans into your personal space.

"Yes, amou?"  

Nicodeme Savoy: 

Truthfully, he isn't the biggest fan of you calling him by his full name. Well, his full first name, anyways. Feels too stuffy, for his liking. But he takes it in stride, waltzing up to you lazily. He rests his arm on your shoulder and leans down to be eye-level with you, eyes half lidded with a grin. He throws your own full name right back at you teasingly. Need something?  Want him to grab something, or open a jar? Hm? 

His grin stretches a bit wider when you pout -- you really thought you'd get him this time, huh? He kisses you chastely, nipping at you softly in jest. Gotta try harder than that to shake him, bebe. 

[a-haunting-memory]

Hello y'all! I received my first request yay! @sarney7 asked me for headcannons of how would lackadaisy characters (Freckle, Rocky, Zib, Mordecai, Viktor i also wanted to add Ivy and Serafine to the list for the funsies) react to reader breaking up with them.

Before we begin: this work contains light angst, the reader is gn.

(also the characters go in alphabetical order ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ )

Freckle:

•When you told him you wanted to break up, he didn't know what to say.

•If he tried to speak up but you cut him mid sentence, he's not speaking up again.

•He's torn on what to do. His random zoning out worsened as he thinks a lot about what you said, but it all ends up with him doing nothing.

•You might catch him avoiding places you usually go to.

Poor boy is too socially awkward.

Ivy:

•She'll probably take it as a joke at first, so you better admit she's right and start laughing with her, otherwise you'll face her throwing a tantrum.

•It's best if you try to avoid her from now on.

•Once you leave her, she'll be heartbroken, mourning your relationship for a few days... however shortly after she'd most likely move on.

•Please, move out of the town. Seriously. Do it. Unless you want your limbs mangled by a certain bartender.

Mordecai:

•If you'd suggest breaking up, his first reaction would be: "what?" Followed by a confused stare.

•He'd ask you to tell him the reasons of why you wanted to split up. There are two scenarios of what would happen after telling him:

1. If you were together for a long time and he trusted you, he'd suggest trying to work on the issues you both had and slowly overcome them together (if possible).

2. If your relationship wasn't strong, he'd back out of it and let you leave. Why would he change himself for anyone anyway?

•He might be a bit more irritable and gloomy for a while after you left.

•Later he started pushing away his feelings and telling himself he's better off alone. Basically he's in denial.

Rocky:

•At first he'd stare at you with that goofy grin of his, waiting like an oblivious puppy for you to say something more. You didn't do it tho. Once he realized you were serious, his grin faltered.

•"Oh c'mon! Don't be like that, I'm sure there's still a lot to come for us!". He tried to nudge you with his elbow, but you just rolled your eyes at him. He slumped his shoulders. "Oh but whyyyyyy.... Why do you want to leave me?" He whined. "There's so much we can do together!" - what I mean is that he'd react pretty immediately, trying to keep you at his side, not wanting you to leave, he'd try to persuade you to say.

•After you left, it seemed like he was doing somewhat well, but was he? Many people noticed his actions were more destructive and he himself was acting a little crazier than usual... If that was even possible.

He tried to keep himself occupied most of the time with anything to keep his mind busy, to not let his thoughts wander off to you.

•At night it was harder for him to fall asleep tho. No one really knew what was going on inside his head, but one thing's for sure, a lot.

Serafine:

•"What did you say, Cher?" She purred while inching her knife dangerously close to your skin.

You gulped. "N-nothing!"

"That's what I thought so" she smirked and leaned back.

•Well... There is no real way out of this situation as long as she doesn't get bored of you... or as long as you're sneaky enough to leave the area unnoticed.

•Although if you do escape somehow, she's gonna go mad. I feel sorry for her next victim.

Viktor:

•His initial reaction was a grumble. Then he wanted to know why you wanted to break up. There is a possibility he'd get into a small argument with you when you wanted to leave.

•He wouldn't admit it, but he didn't want you two to part. He's grown found of you over the time and now he felt like a part of him was missing. Nonetheless he was bad at words and he couldn't bring himself to do anything. He'd prefer to be kneecapped again than having to suffer like this. (Kind of)

•After that, Mitzi started complaining about him being more snappy and irritable than usual...

Zib:

•Where did his cigarette go? You could've sworn it was in between his lips a second ago-.. oh, it's on the floor.

•First of all, ouch.

He had to make sure he wasn't in some kind of a dreadful dream before he-.. ah, nevermind.

•He asks if you have already thought out your decision for sure.

•It was painful to watch you leave, but maybe after all you were making the right choice? What had he to offer anyway? He wished you would stay, but at the same time he probably shouldn't stop you, maybe you'd find someone who'd take a better care of you... Just like Mitzi did when she found Atlas.

•He's drunk again. Wait, is that you in the corner of the speakeasy? It's time for him to unleash his charms and hit on you. Perhaps he'd manage to win you back.

•After his futile attempts at courting you, he is practicing sitting around looking 'pensive and troubled' -'more like a grimy doormat - while thinking melodramatically about the past.

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A/N: thank you for reading! Ugh, making these character thumbnails thingies took me more than I wanted it to😭 I was struggling to write out some of the characters (I hope it's not too noticeable) but I was trying my best to keep it in character, let me know your thoughts!

[a-libra-writes]

can I please request for a Mordecai Heller x female reader? like reader is a showgirl who sings on stage like Mitzi one and tends to attract a lot of attention but backs out when they feel this murdercat plotting their death lmao. thank you 😁

heyo! I decided to do a looot of the cats for this one, since its p similar to my Peaky Blinders Jazz Singer post that I was fond of. GN Reader.

Being a Jazz Singer & Performer!

Rocky - When he was hired and met you for the first time, it was absolutely an "infatuation at first sight" situation. Pros!: He's unfailingly polite and sweet, he seems to play with even more energy when you two share a stage, his grin is very off-putting to creeps who shout up at the stage and harass you. Cons: He can get quite distracted when you two share a stage. Many times Zib has had to pull him back with the rest of the band, because he keeps unintentionally scooting closer to you.

The worst part of the Lackadaisy falling onto hard times is the fact you rarely worked there now - you had to sing at other clubs to make ends meet. One of Rocky's big motivators for getting the club back to its old self is you'd come back! Forever this time! (Probably). Rocky doesn't exactly have the time or money to visit the other clubs you work at, so he wants all of your attention during your infrequent visits to the Lackdaisy.

Freckle - Look, he's a shy kid, and the whole 'sneaking out under cover of night to do bootlegging/torpedo shenanigans' is still new. He doesn't have a lot of experience or frame of reference for what a good club singer is like, but Freckle thinks you've got to be one of the best. You have to be, right? Your voice is wonderful and you look positively celestial under the stage lights - wait, that's weird to think, right? Thank God he didn't say it out loud. ... He didn't, right?

Freckle hasn't the slightest idea of how to approach you, so it's up to Ivy and his cousin to drag him over and attempt conversation. It's... a little pitiable, but he's trying. That said, he's surprisingly outspoken and a little scary if someone tried to mess with you while you performed. You're used to the heckles and catcalls, but it's shocking to see that shy tabby jump up from his seat and raise his voice at them.

Ivy - She liked you from the moment she first saw you perform at the Lackdaisy, and that crush hasn't dulled over the months. She maaaay have kept a few posters that advertised the clubs you sang at, and may or may not have cajoled her way into those clubs so she could watch the show. She could easily sweet talk her way to backstage, too - seems you've got a fan.

When the Lackadaisy goes downhill, it's Ivy who wants to sweet talk you into returning. You'll bring in a crowd! The acoustics are great! Pretty pleeease? Her dad Ivy will pay you and not get in trouble until months later when the family accountant goes over the finances. Obviously she cares about the club's wellbeing, but she also wants to spend time with you! Though she's bold enough to just ask you outright. She's also bold enough to outright shout and fight anyone whose heckling you - throwing a heel is a favorite tactic.

Viktor - You're someone he saw often in the olden days, back when the club could afford to have you perform several times a week rather than once a month. Viktor never cared much for the cacophony the crowd and music made, though he knew objectively you were an excellent performer. Rather than endure the crowd, he'd listen to your voice drift across the caves backstage, rehearsing with the band or just by yourself. It was pleasant to listen to, and he could do so in private, either coming back from a job or about to go on one.

Once things began to fall apart, it's not as though he went around to clubs ... or anywhere, really. So if you stopped performing at the Lackadaisy, you might never see each other again. Choosing to stay (or at least do a few pity gigs) would lead to the surprising sight of the big, morose Slav working behind the bar and watching from there, rather than his previous hideouts. It's a little intense to be under that stare... but not all unpleasant? And given how sparse the crowd is, anyone making trouble and catcalling will get dealt with so promptly, they won't even have time to finish their wolf whistle.

Zib - Well, obviously he's going to be drawn in by an attractive singer. Come on. Zib can be smooth when he wants, chainsmoker-scent and rumpled clothes aside. The band likes to tease him mercilessly about it, but that doesn't stop him from cozying up while you two perform together and shooting his shot backstage after every show. Back when the Lackadaisy was thriving, he could afford to hang out at the other clubs you performed at; nowadays, though, that's not so likely.

Even so, starting up a friendship or even fling wouldn't be difficult. He's attracted to and interested in creative spirits, doubly so if you two had very different taste (so there's more to discuss!) and you got on well with the rest of the band. Late-night debates about this musician or that show over a game of cards and several bottles of wine, either together or with the rest of the boys, and waking up half-dressed and seriously hungover come sunrise. Opportunities for visiting would dwindle as the Lackadaisy's business dried up, though if you stayed on ... No, he wouldn't want that for you. If anything you'd be mentioning to him and the band that there's other places to perform to pay the bills. Well, it'd be food for thought.

Wick - Wick wouldn't call himself a music aficionado, especially what's listened to at these rowdy speakeasies, but he won't deny how hard it was to focus on his business associates when you were on stage. So when he discovered you often performed at his favorite club, it was a pleasant surprise. He really wanted to speak with you at some point, at least compliment the performance, but didn't want to come off as those typical entitled wealthy guys who get too fresh with ""lower"" class performers ... so sometimes you'd find flowers in the dressing room and an anonymous note of appreciation.

He finally gets a conversation when you're a guest at a posh party he's attending, or when you continue to perform at the Lackadaisy in spite of the dwindling crowd. It's a shame your large audience is missing, but at least it's way less awkward for him to strike up conversation when you come to the bar? He probably won't bring up the flowers. Oh god, what if you think that's weird. You probably assumed the flowers were some freak fan. Is he a freak fan? He's not, right? (It will take him like months of dating to finally admit to the flowers thing)

Serafine - A good-looking cat with a nice set of pipes is certainly someone she'd notice, especially if they were a regular performer at the Marigold Room and other places she frequented before that. If it was the former, she'd have plenty of chances to wink when you met eyes, "chancing" across you backstage or just being forward and chatting you up after the show. She certainly isn't shy about expressing her interest, and it could be a fun fling.

You do look adorable swinging your hips and swaying your tail along to the beat, not to mention the different get-ups you have to dress in. Serafine maaaay or may not have wanted to help pick a suit out, or help with make-up, or give you some of her jewelry to wear... It's half marking her territory and half she loves to lounge around your dressing room and be a pest. You'd never kick her out and she knows it. She'll do it in other clubs, too, though you have no idea how she keeps getting past security.

Nico - Like his sister, he has no qualms nor shame about trying to get your attention on stage. Unlike Serafine, though, he'd start doing it immediately and be a general pest after the show. The difference between his attention seeking and the other men's in the audience is he actually has some charisma when you two meet backstage, so you're only slightly inclined to tell him to buzz off. He wasn't much of a music expert, and he still isn't ... But he likes hearing you rehearse and hum to yourself, and it's endearing when he requests songs.

He's pleased when you get gigs at the Marigold Room, as it's easier to hang around before and after the show - and bonus, he gets to be extra aggressive with throwing creeps out to impress you! But if you're performing elsewhere then Nico will stop by. He might be bruised and/or bloody because he just left a job, but don't worry! Sometimes he'll even bring flowers or whatever - though without Serafine knowing, she'd never let him live it down.

Mordecai - He wouldn't approach you any differently from others - he'd still be his usual prickly, anti-social, often awkward self - in fact, he might avoid an avid performer, simply because they often have fans around them or at least people recognizing them. What could get his notice was someone whose real persona is very different from their ostentatious self on stage - more quiet and pensive, perhaps. Like any attempt at friendship, let alone romance, it's slow going with him.

That said, he's the type to admire professionalism in a performance. A well put together outfit, thoughtful musical arrangement (as if he's an expert ...). He wouldn't like a femme presenting singer have to wear skimpy clothes or tolerate a rowdy audience. If there was a questionable manager or creepy fan bothering them, Mordecai can deal with that, at least, not that he'd tell his friend/partner. Mordecai would generally glare down any touchy fans and annoying admirers like a jealous terrier. This amuses Mitzi to no end.

Asa - Simply put, he saw you performing at a ritzy party he was invited to and reached out to your manager so you might perform on a weekly basis at the Marigold Room. Very professional! He'd send flowers with his name to the dressing room afterward, would make sure you're finding everything to your liking and not being bothered by anyone. Requests to continue performing would bypass your manager to being nice, short handwritten notes.

Eventually he'd pay you extra and treat you to a nice dinner afterward, if you were comfortable with it. If you let the older man down, he's not too bothered. He'd continue the friendly business relationship and would still send flowers and so on. He'd rather keep you as a good business associate and continue to enjoy the performances than let his silly feelings get in the way. Alas, he is hopeless at discussions of your music. My guy called a ukelele a tiny guitar.

Wes - He never hung around the Marigold Room after hours - it's his workplace, and not really his vibe - but it's very hard to resist not sitting by for an hour (or three) with a drink while you finish your set. Sometimes you two will meet eyes, or he thinks you are, and he considers dropping backstage to say ... hello? He's an 'employee', so isn't checking up on you a normal thing to do? Make sure you're satisfied with the Marigold Room and all that. Right.

Ironically that's how he's finally able to meet the singer he's been mooning over for months. A drunk patron was getting too cozy on your way out, and Wes happened to be there. His face and ... charming demeanor is good for scaring off upper class wimps. So there's that. He's not so bad, though - clumsy, and prooobably realizes you're out of his league. You get to see more of his earnest side when you two meet outside of the Marigold Room, where his fellow murderous gangsters coworkers aren't watching yalls every move with popcorn in hand.

[tomboy420]

Hi there! This is my first time asking for an x reader ever lol I don't know if Iam doing this well-

Anyways.

Could I ask for a Rocky Rickaby x reader where the reader is a 18-19 years old foreigner girl (idk if my request can be very specific but... could I ask her to be Tunisian? Iam tunisian and i never see xreaders with some ;-; so her main languages would be french and arabic tho she is fluent in english) that just moved from Saint Louis to study art (cartoon/animation)?

I would like a liddol something on their first meeting (heres a plot idea ive had):

Rocky could be busking on the streets (he already joined the Lackadaisy but ig they put him out for a break lmao) And the reader couldve been carrying looads of heavy art supplies (sketchbooks beigger than herself and stuff) and dropped a bottle of paint next to him and he helps her carry some of her stuff as she goes home and they get to know eachother and stuff 👁👁(HAHA we can see i've been thinking about it- inspired by some recent experience ive had).

If you'd like you can write a few more stuff about, idk habits they developed (maybe reader passes by the street where he is sometimes and brings him pastries... they could chill, him playing, her doing life sketches... he could become her muse... i imagine they'd really hit it off, the reader being an artistic, passionate, giddy , very sweet and empathetic soul and Rocky reminding her of her childhood self and truly understanding and seeing through him and his happy mask. Maybe she could become someone he could rely on and, golly, even be calm with!! Sorry iam getting ahead of myself.... )

Uhm.

Anyways!

Sorry again for this long ass text haha!!! And i hope you have a nice day♡

A new friend

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T.W: a bit of angst on some parts. Mentions of racism, mentions of naysayers, mentions of Rocky being lonely. Let me know if I missed any!

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W.C: 3,654

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A/n: I'M SO SORRY!!!! I FEEL HORRIBLE! You were my FIRST ask, and I'm SORRY it took 4 months to finally finish it! I kept getting writers block for this and plain ol’ procrastination played a part as well… I genuinely can’t put to words how bad I feel.

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Most people doubted you, saying it was foolish for a woman like you to dream of being a cartoonist, some even going so far as saying it was impossible, all because “Have you ever heard of a Tunisian girl drawing for a living?” 

Well, you proved all your doubters wrong.

You had gotten the job of your dreams in St. Louis.

Of course, it was difficult leaving your home. You were scared of the possibilities that could happen. One was that you wouldn’t have been accepted and moved to St. Louis for no purpose at all; another fear was that everyone would have judged you for being Tunisian, even being scared of that being the reason for you not being accepted in the industry; you weren’t ashamed for being Tunisian, not at all. You were just aware of how some people would react to it. So you worked hard, harder than you’ve ever. And were determined to be an animator. When it came to cartoons, they helped you as a way to escape reality. Every time you felt blue —or any other negative emotion— you would draw; it helped you through bumpy roads in your life, and you were willing to do it as a living. 

Maybe the cartoons would help other people as well, or maybe not. You weren’t sure. 

But that didn’t stop you from applying for the job and doing what you loved. You cherished cartoons, so you just needed to figure out the outcome independently. Like a puzzle, you wouldn’t have ever known how it would turn out unless you unraveled it yourself.

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You were busy drawing concept art for a new project for your job at home when the tip of your pencil suddenly chipped. You let out a frustrated grunt and went to get your pencil sharpener but soon realized you were running low on supplies. You decided to go and buy a little more that afternoon just to get it out of the way.

You, admittedly, had bought more than you needed.

You just kept seeing what you liked and couldn’t help but buy it. So what if you had a moment of weakness? 

What was that saying? The more the merrier? It sure described this situation in your opinion.

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Rocky was headed back to the Lackadaisy after having taken care of some business Miss M informed him to do. He was walking down the streets of Mississippi when he saw a young dame, either the same age or a little younger than him, holding a load of brown bags that looked as if on the verge of falling, spilling everything from inside. Her ears were down, her face cringed, and her back curved from the weight. She looked both ways of the road as best as she could while holding the heavy bags, then walked across. When she had finally crossed the street, she dropped a small glass bottle of red paint, luckily not breaking nor spilling, but she didn’t seem to notice, so Rocky did the gentleman thing and grabbed it for her. “Excuse me, miss! I believe you may have accidentally left your red paint behind!” he shouted.

You turn, having just heard someone shout, and see a male staring back at you. He looked to be around your age. He was a sight for sore eyes. He stuck out like a sore thumb. He looked beaten; black eye, scruffled-up outfit, bruised and battered like he just got hit by a bus. What on Earth happened to him that made him look like this? He wore blue pants, doused in dirt, a white —or the tale tell signs of white, some spots lighter than others— Undershirt with the sleeves tucked on his elbows, with spenders, the stripe on his right over his shoulder, and the stripe on his left hanging off his shoulder, making him look more unhinged; and a torn orange tie, hanging loosely over his neck and surprisingly still attached. You were baffled, but you didn’t have time to say something because —by the time you finished your thought process— he was already toward you, handing out a small glass bottle of paint you didn’t know you had dropped. “O-oh! Uh- Thank you! I didn’t feel it fall. I’m more focused on trying to balance all these bags, heh. Uhh… Do you mind putting it back for me?” You asked, gesturing your head to all the bags. “Absolutely! How could I not help such a gentlewoman as yourself!… Speaking of helping, should I offer some assistance? If so, I’m here to offer!” The beaten male said. “Oh yes, of course! That would be much appreciated.” You said. He took half of what you were carrying, and you both walked together, him tailing beside you. “Rocky!” He shouted, “I’m sorry?”

“I’m Rocky!” He said again, 

“Oh, well, I’m (Y/n). If I may ask, why is it you look like you got hit by a… bus?” You asked, having a bus being the only comparison you could think of. Rocky visibly tensed up, probably caught off guard by your question. “Because I… did get hit by a bus?” He said in a tone even he was aware was either wearily or questionly. 

But from your worried expression, you bought it,

“Oh my, really!? A-are you sure it is the best idea to be helping me instead of getting to a hospital!?” You exclaimed, “Oh, no, I’m perfectly fine! There is no need for doctors! I’ve been through worse! And see? I hold these up perfectly fine as well!” He yelled back, gesturing towards the bags with his head while holding it up a little more to demonstrate his words. Hearing Rocky say he’s been through worse did not make it any better; therefore, the horrified face you gave him, but then Rocky gave you a desperate look as if he didn’t want to talk about it. You hesitated but ultimately decided to do as he asked.

After that, you both fell into awkward silence. Until eventually, Rocky spoke.

“Where are you from?”

“Excuse me?”

“Where did you live before here?” Rocky inquired.

“…I lived in Tunisia.” You said skeptically. You’ve dealt with your fair share of people not liking you just by your ethnicity. Some people would judge just by your tiny accent, let alone telling them you used to live in Tunisia. But you lightened up after Rocky grinned from ear to ear, “That’s remarkable! If I may ask, if you lived there your whole life, why don’t you have an accent? I mean, I can tell you have a small one. What language do you speak!? Tell me everything that’s like over there!” You chuckled happily at his enthusiasm, joyful and relieved that he wasn’t like those sorts. And at his reaction that looked as if a child was told of a new candy store. You started telling him what Tunisia was like and what you did for a career. Even demonstrated the languages you spoke by saying small sentences for him in Arabic and French; he even told you some things about him. Eventually, after you got to your apartment, Rocky helped put the bags down, but then he looked at a mounted clock on the wall and yelped. Startled, you ask what’s wrong. Rocky quickly said he’d forgotten he still had work and was late, then scrambled out, leaving you with a confused face.

You walked towards the front door and closed it. 

You were going to miss your new friend. Hopefully, if you ever see him again, he’ll look more… less injured. You turned around to walk towards your desk but saw a receipt on the floor.

You crouched down and grabbed it, then observed it. It was from a place called Little Daisy’s Café. You recognized the title. You had eaten there once before, but you knew the cash receipt wasn’t yours. It had to be Rocky’s because he just ran out of your flat; it would make sense if it had flown out of his pocket. You didn’t know where he lived or where he worked, so you thought maybe if you visited the Café often, you would eventually see him again. If Rocky had been there once, he’d probably be there again. 

You weren’t sure if you would see Rocky again, so maybe this would help come upon him again. 

You had a delightful time talking with him; —you don’t know what exactly— but something about Rocky pulled you towards him. The dramatic way he spoke, the animated way he demonstrated, the skip of his walks, and his wacky and childish personality. Perhaps it was from a lack of friends that you wanted to see him so badly, but you were working hard, so friends weren’t a big priority. You did obviously interact with others, but mostly the people at your work, and they weren’t friends. They were just co-workers; plus, it wasn't the same. You wanted to be with someone and actually have fun. To laugh and enjoy the banter, like you did with Rocky. Was that so much to ask? Not to you, it wasn’t. You could be selfish sometimes; heck, you moved out of your home country just to follow your dreams; who says friends shouldn’t be on the list? You were just too busy most of the time, that was it.

~~~

It was the next day. You had awoken earlier than usual that day so you could have more time. You were walking to Little Daisy’s Café Like you had planned the day before. It took a bit of asking around and taking familiar turns you vaguely remembered —having only been there once and that being an accident because you were just walking around and exploring St. Louis— but you eventually found it. You stood right in front of the door, looking at the side where the window was with a text that read Little Daisy’s Café. As you stepped into the bakery, the smell of freshly baked goods enveloped you, enticing your senses and causing your stomach to rumble. The sweet notes of cinnamon mingled with the rich scent of chocolate, while hints of buttery pastries wafted through the air, each fragrance more irresistible than the last. There were people there, eating away at whatever they ordered, some talking and mingling while others just read whatever book they had, which you had little to no care of what the titles were. You went up to the front, waiting for someone to appear, and not too long after, a girl —not much older than you— came from a door you assumed to be the kitchen. “Hello! And welcome to Little Daisy’s Café!‘See anything you like?” she said in a chipper voice. Her fur was brown in coloration, with yellow eyes and dark brown hair styled in a bob. She wore a dress that had cuffs where the neck was with a drooping bow tied nicely in it. You peered up at the chalkboards above, reading through the lists of freshly made goodies they had. Eventually, you found what you liked and told the girl, walking towards whatever available table caught your eye. Waiting, you looked around the place, taking in the environment, when suddenly you heard the bell above the entrance chime. Naturally, you turned your attention to the glass door and saw a familiar face.

It was Rocky.

You’d anticipated right.

A slight smile formed on your lips. You didn’t expect it so soon, though. You thought it would’ve taken at least a couple more visits. He looked in much better shape than he had yesterday. No longer was he as beaten, but he still had a few bruises you could see; you noticed his outfit was much nicer and now completed. —his blue pants were now neat and clean, his undershirt, from what you could see, was completely white, and his orange tie was as good as new, but what was new was a large blue jacket and matching fedora had adorned him.— Rocky walked up to the cashier, talking merrily to her about whatever, while you stayed and observed him, now second guessing if you should walk up to him, afraid he might find you creepy. But you sucked it up and mustered the courage to speak to him. You waited until Rocky ambled from the cashier girl and sat at one of the booths. You stood up from your seat and trekked towards the blue-suited man, “صباح الخير يا روكي! كيف حالك؟ هل تتذكرني؟ منذ الأمس.” You reminded, in Arabic; wanting to give it more familiarity. He looked at you with wide eyes, ears suddenly down and flat, but then beamed immediately, ears going straight up, noticing it was you. “(Y/n)! How are you? So nice to see you again! How did you know I was here?” Rocky asked very cheerfully even as he had no clue what you had said. You chuckled, “I found a receipt on my floor and figured it was yours. I recognized the name, so I assumed you would’ve been here again.” you said, shrugging. “Well, I was about to get some pancakes, but while you’re here, I would love to chat with you more while we dine in!” The blue-suited man said optimisticly. You agreed with the same enthusiasm Rocky had, then sat across from him and gabbed. —Even after the food came, you still conversed— You both talked and talked and talked, but after you two finished, you decided you should leave before you were late for work and bid adieu to Rocky and strolled out with a big closed-lip smile.

~~~

After all of that, you visited often at Little Daisy’s Café. You were even recognized as a regular since you primarily talked to Rocky. The cashier girl —you knew as Ivy after a couple of visits— engaged with you in conversations. Then eventually, she offered you a miniature thing that of a card symbol of clubs and whispered for you to meet her back at the Café. After finding what you think was called Lackadaisy, with Ivy by your side, you were star-struck and completely in awe when you saw the hidden, grand space, even if everything inside seemed a little depressing. You chatted with the people you were introduced to by Ivy, and you found them quite lovely. Surprisingly, Rocky wasn’t there, but as you suddenly reminded yourself of Rocky, you asked about him. When they told you the work he held at Lackadaisy and what he did, you were worried, not exactly like the idea of him risking his life for a few drinks. But at the same time, it explained why Rocky looked so… ruffled up in the first meeting. Eventually, as you’re still down there, Rocky made his presence known as he walked through the large doors, humming a tune. He stopped in his tracks when he saw you and stopped humming whatever song was in his head, his eyes wide as he was surprised to see you in the speakeasy. “(Y/n)?” He asked. “Rocky! C'est un plaisir de vous voir!” You said in French as you walked toward the blue-suited man, a big smile evident on your face. It became a habit to speak in your other languages when around Rocky. Seeing how his face beamed from hearing it. You thought it was cute, thinking he looked like a child being shown a brand-new toy. “How did you find the Lackadaisy?” He questioned again, “Ivy showed me this place! It truly is wonderful. And the people here are justpleasant! Why hadn’t you shown me yet?” You happily inquired.

Rocky did not know how to respond, not wanting to bluntly tell the truth. “Well… I didn’t know if I could trust you…” He said as his face scrunched up, worried you might take offense. 

But you didn’t.

You smiled softly at Rocky, “I understand. You can’t trust many with this sort of secret, but I assure you, you can trust me. It’s very much an exquisite facility.” You spoke gently at Rocky. He softened at your reassurance, happy he could trust you. The other noticed something off with Rocky; how his tail flicked when he saw you, how his ears twitched from the sound of your voice, and how his eyes dilated as he looked at you. The same reaction came from you as well, but more subtle. Although the responses were obvious, none of them said anything of it.

As time passed, everyone grew accustomed to you, some even befriending you. You truly loved it at the Lackadaisy, usually just chatting with everyone, then leaving when it was time for your departure.

Today was like any other. After work, you go visit the Lackadaisy, chat and chat and chat until you declare your leave, Rocky tagging along sometimes. This was one of those times. Rocky asked you if he could walk you home, and with a smile, you said yes.

After walking together for several minutes, you both finally made it to your humble abode, “May you permission me inside?” Asked Rocky, ears leaning back slightly. “Of course. How many times do I have to tell you, you can follow me whenever, Rocky?” You asked with a giggle. You shuffled through your keys until you finally found the right one and unlocked your door. You both ambled inside, you immediately saunter toward your desk and started drawing while Rocky sat on your couch with a book he picked up from your bookshelf, making himself at home. You couldn’t help but stare at him, admiring that he found comfort in your residence. It wasn’t the first time you thought of it, but now —for any odd reason— you had the confidence to ask him, “Rocky, is it fine if I draw you?” He seemed taken aback by your question, his attention abandoning the book and eyes wide as he looked at you; he appeared as if he was in disbelief that you bothered to ask at all. You repeated yourself after Rocky didn’t respond, to which he frantically nodded and gave his consent.

Both of you were seated at your dinner table, Rocky posed, and you hunched over your notebook. You drew every detail of him you saw in your style, making sure you didn’t miss anything. He was beginning to stiffen after a period of sitting and not moving a hair. You felt terrible making him stay like that, but couldn’t help but find it amusing. His face was scrunched up like a child who couldn’t decide the topping for their ice cream or what toy to pick out in the aisle. But he was doing a better job at sitting still than you initially thought he would. You honestly could stay like that. Relishing in the comfortable silence between you, the gramophone played a calming tune. Rocky was someone you found comfort in. Something you realized not long after meeting him. He was an ocean of solace and nostalgia; Rocky’s charm always made you laugh, and his childish behavior brought back merry memories of the past. You cherished him more than you could ever say.

You dropped your pen once you were completed, a big grin adoring your face as you shouted, “لقد اكتمل!” and immediately gave it to Rocky. He clasped your sketchbook and took a good look at your illustration. You veered around the table to be at his side to ogle at your work, proud of how amazingly detailed it was. You then steered your attention to Rocky. Only to be met with a frown, arched eyebrows on his face, and flat ears. 

An expression you’d never seen Rocky uphold.

“Rocky, what’s wrong? Is something the matter, is it the sketch?” You asked, worried that your drawing may have triggered something or that it was just horrendous. “Blasphemy! Of course, it’s not the drawing! It is an extraordinary piece of craftwork that should be hung in museums all across the orb and farther… It’s just… It’s me. And not a soul has done anything of this sort before… for me.” He looked woefully on the floor with his ears down during the last sentence, as if —if he’d done pitifully enough— the floor would swallow him up.

Rocky unexpectedly felt the pressure of somebody against his back as arms were wrapped around his neck. Leaning forward slightly as a way to leave the abrupt feeling. Rocky realized you were hugging him. Rocky reached a hand to gently grab your arm and held it, closing his eyes, wanting to relish this moment of comfort. —despite still being bewildered.— Rocky never had anybody try and comfort him in a moment of blue. Usually, he would be looked down upon the few times he showed it.

“You are a greater worth than you realize, Rocky. And I hope you’ll soon realize that.” You held him a bit closer as an emphasis to your words.

You remained like that for what felt like a while. Rocky relished this as if it would be his last moment of solace, —(It won’t)— and you huddled against him from his back.

“I’m fine now, (Y/n). You can let go.” Rocky said reluctantly, not wanting this moment to be cut short. But he knew the both of you couldn’t stay like that for the remainder of the night. He’d have to put a stop to it eventually. As you let go of him and stepped back, Rocky turned around. He looked at your eyes and smiled, but it was different than his usual ones. 

It was the softest and gentlest smile Rocky had ever adorned in your time knowing him.

“Thank you,” Rocky said in the most genuine way he could muster. You smile sweetly at him, your head tilted to the side slightly, “هل تريدني أن أرسم المزيد من القطع الفنية لك؟”

~~~

A/n: Thank you for reading this! I believe there are misuses of punctuation and/or misplacements, so please point them out! And thank you to the Anon for the ask, and —again— I’m VERY sorry for the long wait! I hope this is to your liking! I know I went a little rogue a bit, but I ONLY did that so it can go with the story!

Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

[the-marigold-reception]

Zibs Confession Letter

Dear [Name],

I'm laying it on the line, see? You're the cat's meow, no denying that. The way you carry yourself, the sparkle in your peepers, it's got me all shook up. Yeah, I said it.

But don't go getting any big ideas, doll. This ain't no hearts and flowers deal. Nah, it's more like a shot in the dark, a roll of the dice. I ain't one to pour out my feelings like a sap, but here I am, spillin' the beans.

Maybe it's the way you flip your lid or the way you strut your stuff, but somethin' about you gets under my skin. And yeah, maybe I find myself daydreaming about ya when I should be minding my own beeswax.

So there it is, straight from the horse's mouth. Take it or leave it, but don't go making a federal case out of it.

Yours truly,

Dorian ‘Zib’ Zibowski

[libras-interactives]

Under the Devil's Moon - 1.1.0

This is the final stuff I wanted to add before seriously drafting Chapter 2. Woo! That means I won't be adding any additional content until Chapter 2 is mostly done, only bugfixes.

Here's where you can play the update, the usual place! It's still an HTML file and super simple y'all - open it up in whatever browser you use on desktop or mobile. PLEASE DM or message me about bugs you come across, I'm still new to this!

ALSO thank you for @ladybugkisses for taking my commission to draw my babies 🥺 Jack, Lottie, Eveline and Marius look so wonderful!!!! I'm going to be posting the picture separate because I can't get enough of it ... please check out her blog, her art is so fun and nice to look at.

Patch Notes:

Zib and Wick scenes have been added, both platonic and romantic. You won’t get all three in a single night! That’s alright  - plenty of time to meet them in Chapter 2.

Eveline has gotten a small, additional scene if you're romantically interested in her, as well as some text changes in general.

Zib and Atlas get themselves a tarot reading scene. Wick and Viktor will have to wait until you see more of them!

Filipino and Swedish have been added as culture options.

Some cultures (Mexico, Germany and Russia for now) have additional text in the Bringing Family to America deal; others will follow eventually. Mostly just some historical context because I really like reading and writing about it

Scars in general, especially visible and severe ones, have been reworked. A tin facial prosthetic (similar to those worn by WW1 vets) is an option if you'd like to cover up.

Cello and Saxophone have been added as instruments for Musician!MC.

MCs with the Baby deal can now specify what the child calls them (i.e. Mom, Papa, etc.)

Additional text and clarification in some places. Some dialogue has been changed to better suit the chosen Occupation/Personality.

Plenty of grammar fixes, typo corrections and bugfixes - Musician has been fixed quite a lot (oops) and gender is no longer rioting... For now.

A little preview for Chapter 2 ... 👁️👁️

[cryptidcorners]

Dorian “Zib” Zibowski x Reader Headcanons

= Character: Dorian “Zib” Zibowski

= Media: Lackadaisy

= Prompt: N/A

= Description: Just some Headcanons!

= Request: N/A

= Tags: Fluff !, Headcanons, Cute Stuff, Established Relationship (can be viewed as Romantic or Platonic) + Reader is !GN

= Warnings: None

Knowing Zib, he'd definitely be very blunt around you. As well as hysterically honest. He doesn't hide anything, so you aren't free from his comments. Of course, Zib doesn't have any ill intent, it's just how he is. So it's always unexpected when he sees you or other people take it too personally.

Zib has no care for those above or lower than him. As in, he'll be straightforward and offend them no matter what. You're definitely not safe from this, nobody is.

He's a very passionate man, since he still remains within Lackadaisy performing despite the lack of customers. So, expect a lot of saxophone playing & serenading! If you happen to play an instrument, he'd definitely encourage you to play. Even if it's just for a small crowd. Zib values music more than anything (including smoking & acholic beverages).

For meetups, Zib would prefer the Speakeasy; but if we're talking about miscellaneous locations, it'd probably be in cheap restaurants (preferably Italian if he truly has an appetite), lonely streets or areas where he can smoke in peace. He isn't the type to explore rich, clean areas like a lot of other men, and frankly, I don't think he gives a hoot.

He's pretty affectionate, mostly in private. He appreciates cuddling a lot, especially after a rough night. Zib doesn't think affection should be limited to romance, so if you two are alone, he'll definitely hug you a lot.

Pretty sure it's been confirmed he enjoys Eastern religions and philosophy. He's pretty shy about talking about his interests, mostly because he likes to keep an apathetic, cool outside demeanor. If you somehow get him to open up, Zib would never shut up. Once you open the door, you won't be able to close it for a long time.

Surprisingly, he's very comforting. Any hardships at all, Zib will always be at your aid. He's also gentle as well, especially due to it being a vulnerable moment for both of you.

[master-muffinn]

Lackadaisy

When their s/o accidentally farts.  😮

And it was in that moment you know…you fu**ed up. They laugh. Hard. “S/o did your ass say something or what?!” They will make fun of you, and probably use it against you whenever they feel like it. But If they see that it hurts you, then they’ll tone it down of course. Honestly, they probably already have been farting in front of you before and laugh about it, especially if you make a funny face.

Asa, Nicodeme, Serafine

Those cats doesn't give a fu*k. You must likely get a quick side glance, but that’s it. They are respectful and grown up. Everyone farts, it’s natural. Why make such a fuss? But if they notice that you are freaking out about it, they will simply tell you, “Don’t worry about it s/o, it happens for everyone. I'm not gonna make fun of you.” (or something like that). However they expect the same respect from you if they ever would let out a fart as well.

Atlas, Viktor, Dominic, Elsa, Mrs Bapka, 

Disgust…Is written over their face. “s/o did you just…gross..” Will probably move a few steps away from you. They won't be like that for long tho, but they expect you to apologize for your little “mistake”. This will never happen to them of course! They excuse themselves to the bathrooms or when they know nobody is around. 

Mordecai, Ivy, Abelard, Lacy, Nina, Mitzi?

They are quiet and give you a surprised expression 👀😶 They are trying to think of what they should say or do. Should they tell you it’s ok, it happens? No then s/o might be even more embarrassed. Should they just laugh it off? No that would be mean. Maybe they should… But under those seconds they are trying to think of something. They are either giving out different weird face expressions or looking at you with a straight 😐 face. Which may come out the wrong way.

Wick, Calvin, Horatio, Bobby?

Looking at you and then giving you a little teasing smirk. “Did you hear something, hmm?” But they would stay at that. They would self be a little embarrassed if it was them farting in front of their lover, so they wouldn't make a big deal out of it. They have probably been covering it up when they fart and talking about something or gone somewhere else with you to avoid the smell. 

Zib, Rocky

Doesn't even notice, lol.

Virgil

Thank you for reading! If liked, reblogs are very appreciated! :) 

I do not take requests.

Post made by @master-muffinn

Lackadaisy belong to @lackadaisycats I recommend reading the series! Really Great!

[samrsgyi]

Allah, Allah, we have finally come

So I am now going to write for lackadaisy. I'm making this a post special!!!

Characters:

Rocky

Ivy

Freckle

Zib

Serafine

Mordecai

Viktor

Atlas

Mitzi May

[multi-fandom-imagine]

A/n: I love this!

•Viktor•

Viktor loved his little girls more than anything, when you first told him that you were pregnant he was over joyed. This was his chance at happiness again, and when he find out that you were pregnant with twins well Viktor nearly fainted from shock.

He wouldn't screw this up, he wouldn't because you meant the world to him, his little girls meant the world to him.

Picking up a few toys, Viktor heard a giggle. It was one of the twins. He knew he should bring her back to her crib, he couldn't imagine what was going through your mind if you found one of your children missing. "Čo tu robíte?"

Viktor couldn't help but speak Slavic to her, why he knew that she didn't understand him. Her and her twin sister seemed to enjoy when he spoke it.

Titling her head to the side, the little girl giggled waving her chubby arms in the air.

"Papo!"

Dropping the toy's, Viktor's eye went wide as he took a step towards her. "Vhat did you say?"

"Papo!Papo!Papo" The baby squealing over and over at her father as he lifted her in the air.

"Haha! My little angels firsts words!" Smiling, Viktor pressed his head against hers. "This will be our little secret."

•Zib•

Sleeping on the couch, Zib felt two of his children nuzzled into his chest as the third sat on the ground playing with his hats. Dorian was grateful how mellow his children were, they were so calm, sweet and he knew that he had you to thank for that.

One of his eyes peaking open he chuckled seeing the youngest looking up at him. "What's caught your attention bud?"

Chewing on Zib's hat, a giggle escaped the little boys lips as he crawled over to his father. "Daddy!"

Sitting up, Zib had to hold the other two children to his chest to make sure they didn't fall off. This was the first word that he had spoken, he couldn't believe that he was his son's first words. "Ha! You hear that?! I was his first words...come here buddy."

Now holding all three of his children, Zib held them close. "My three little ones." He muttered closing his eyes.

Watching him, you relaxed further into your chair. It was an adorable site, to see this side of your husband. "You're such a good father Dorian, I want you to know that."

Humming, Zib shook his head still holding the triplets. "Well if you say so then I gotta believe it."

•Rocky•

If there was one thing at Rocky loved more than anything than it had to be him playing the violin for you and his son. He'd often play for you when you were pregnant and now he'd play for his son.

Smiling, he took out the violin as his son watched eagerly. "Are you ready?"

The little boy nodded his head eagerly, nearly bouncing in the seat as he watched his father with excitement. "Y...ya....p..." wrinkling his nose the little boy listened to his father as he tried to speak. "Papa!"

The bow screeching across the strings, dropping the violin to the ground. Rocky instead lifted his son in the air giving him a spin as he let out a joyful laugh though it did not take long for you to slip out of the room rubbing your eyes. "What's going on?"

"He said his first word! I was his first word!" Rocky beamed.

Smiling, you held back a yawn as you walked over to them both. "Isn't that the cutest thing."

•Mordecai•

If someone would have told Mordecai that he would he married with a child he would have laughed in their faces, it seemed like a novel concept, it didn't feel real and yet here he was playing chess with you his wife as his daughter sat on his lap.

"Just because you are pregnant, it doesn't mean I will go easy on you." Mordecai teased.

Snorting, you rolled your eyes giving him a playful smile. No one saw this side to him, he may have been stoic, kept his emotions close but you knew the he loved you and your daughter, you knew that he'd love this child too.

Sitting in her father's lap, the toddler looked up at her father then to the board game of you both playing chess. Eyes going wide for a moment, she reached for one of the pieces beaming up at her father.

"Dada!"

About to take the piece away from her, Mordecai's eyes went wide as he froze. Your laughter echoing around him. "All that word paid off."

"You." Flustered, Mordecai avoided his gaze as he instead held his daughter close. "Thank you."

[glowinggator]

Request: I don't really know where to request stuff, but what about Zib x Nervous Reader? Like how a slow-burn romance would go, how Zib would feel and how he would treat them, romantic gestures, and comfort.

Unsurprisingly, it can be a little  hard to get to know Zib. Sarcastic, blunt, and usually under the influence, Zib isn't exactly the most approachable member of the Lackadaisy crew. That doesn't mean he isn't friendly, not by any means. In fact, he's one of the most level-headed, caring people in the bunch. He's just learned to hide it a bit. Tender hearts often go sour in this business. A bit of courage and effort goes  a long way with Zib. 

Although if you're part of the crew, there's a decent enough chance he'll warm up to you on his own, too. If Mitzi thinks you're good enough to add to the family, then he won't question it too much. Although he can't help but wonder what it is you do, considering your skittish demeanor. It's part of what draws him closer -- part of him likes the mystery. But truthfully, the other part of him mistakes your nervousness for naivety, and there's a quiet voice within him that doesn't want that kindness to go out. It's a shitty life they run -- you should be able to keep your light. 

When Zib cares for you, it's obvious, yet subtle to outsiders. He keeps an eye on you in the bar, stays close to you when walking down the streets. He's also more lax with his affections, leaning on you a bit more, both physically and emotionally. But you know he's invested when he really starts to speak. Not quips, not sardonic interjections or jokes, but actually talking to you. He's a deep thinker, and not just because of the booze. He's well-read, and deeply intelligent. If you can get  him to talk about his favorite books, or his music, or even philosophy… it should be taken as a point of pride. 

Actually falling in love with Zib is a gradual process, though. One of those romances where you wake up, and suddenly you realize you've been married for the past 7 years. 

He doesn't believe in hard-and-fast traditions like his parents did, but his quiet attempts to grow closer really stand out considering how well you know him at this point. He leaves little room for worry or question, and yet, it rarely feels overwhelming. He's casual, yet straightforward. And damn if it doesn't make your heart flutter. 

The brush of a hand, a pointed glance during a slow set, honeyed words spoken effortlessly yet earnestly… If he didn't have a warrant out for his arrest, he'd be the type to serenade you from your balcony. Maybe he would have, had you met when you were younger. 

(Some nights, when he's lain up in bed in a drunken stupor, he imagines that exact scenario. He'd be lying if he said it didn't make him soft.) 

Despite what some may think, Zib is a very devout romantic. If he had the funds, he'd love to treat you to a night out, like all the wild records sing of. Good food and good music were two of the things that kept Zib going for a long time, even if only one of those things are still within his means. But, as a self-proclaimed nomad, his greatest wish would be to travel the world with you. There's so much to see and experience out there, away from dreary St. Louis. But it's only half as good when you're alone -- it's so much sweeter with someone by your side. 

Funnily enough, he's one of the best possible partners of the Lackadaisy bunch for a nervous partner. He's straightforward, rarely sugarcoating things or telling white lies. As such… there's not much to worry about with him. You won't have to worry if he's telling the truth, if he thinks you're too quiet or too loud or strange. If he has a thought, he'll say it. He's honest like that. 

If he's ever too blunt with you though, he picks up on it quickly. He's a master of reading body language, and he knows how to apologize properly. He's very sweet when it comes down to it. Genuine. 

He's also not above navigating you away from anxiety-inducing situations, when need be. Again, he's fantastic with body language, and he knows how to lie his way out of an event or gathering. People generally don't question how many smoke breaks he's taken per hour. 

He can't fix everything for you -- he knows that. But you'll never have to worry about whether or not he loves you. He might not say those exact three words on the daily, but there's never a moment of doubt within you. He'll make sure of it. 

[a-haunting-memory]

you grasp on the lackadaisy characters is actually pretty realistic, even involving the unflattering aspects of a relationship with them. anyways, what about their behavior when initially starting a relationship? what are they like when they’re still adjusting? write for whoever comes to mind lol

Aww, thanks! You flatter me :)

I'm sorry this request took a bit long to reply, but this week's been quite busy for me. Now that I've got some free time, let me write that out. Thanks for the free choice of characters too haha. The amount of characters I chose might not be a lot, but they're fun to write.

Summary: How would Zib, Wick, Rocky act at the begging of a relationship.

Reader is gn.

Zib:

okay so first of all, I think that if you wanted to get into a serious relationship with Zib, you must've been friends or whatever else you were for a while already.

Once you've finally decided to put a label on your uh situationship he'd be... Somewhat less stressed about you suddenly leaving and finding someone else. It's not like you knew he was stressed about it anyway.

There wouldn't be a lot changing in your relationship except stuff like:

He'd be a bit more clingy in public, whether it is leaning onto you as you sit next to him, sending you looks from the stage as he performs which unfortunately happens very rarely or just simply flirting with you a bit more than before.

He also might get a bit more gentle-like, but don't mention it🌚

Wick:

Okay so there are two ways of starting a relationship with him:

1. If you're meeting him after the 'Mitzi incident' and you're the first one to jump up with the relationship, he might be very careful at first. He must make sure you're not a gold digger or anything. No offense tho.

2. However if you were a trusted one and always acted nice towards him, it might go pretty smoothly actually.

DATES👏 This man will take you out on cute dates👏 prove me wrong, or don't. Let me dream. He will take you out to a nice restaurant from time to time, treat you to a nice meal or take you out on a walk, and all that jazz.

He will try his tricks to woo and court you. He might not be the best of bests at it, but he's definitely not bad either.

At first he'd try to tone down his bragging about his special interests, but as the time passes and he sees he can be comfortable around you, he goes all with it. You can be out on a date and he's yapping about different types of stones and telling you some random fun facts. Well, isn't that fun???😼

Rocky:

If you don't say it very clearly, he might not know what you meant. He might still treat you like a "pal", a "friend" for a while.

He would have to get used to the thought of having someone dear, who would love him again. Just be slow and patient with him.

However once he already processes it, he's quick to soak in all your love and affection. He's starved for it.

However if you wanted him to open up a little bit more to you... It's a completely different story... It will take him a lot of time, but you will get there someday, eventually.

[a-libra-writes]

To the anon who suggested the poly zib/reader/mitzy and then hit with the angst: first of all how dare you, second of all i'm coming for you, third of all consider:

post wedding, Zib is still superbly in the dumps, weeks later, nearly impossible to get to play so most days you have to fill in his spot in the band on top of Mitzy's and your own. Then you have to get him to stay fed, see the sun now and again, take a dang bathe occasionally,

It's probably two weeks later, when you're running between playing all night and tending to Zib all day, smiling for the band and patrons--

And the only one who notices (or bothers to say anything) is Mitzy, who got back the day before from her honeymoon.

She tries to ask why you look so ragged, puts a paw on your shoulder, and you have to take a deep breath to keep from falling apart, politely shrugging her off, saying, "Oh, I just have a lot to take care of nowadays... It's fine. I'm fine."

You aren't fine.

You go back to the apartment shared once between the three of you, now just you and Zib, and instead of going straight to check on him where he was half-passed out on the couch, you go straight to light a cigarette on the fire escape and barely take a drag of it before the tears start, exhaustion making it impossible for you to wipe them yourself--

And Zib sees this, and guilt almost drags him back down--but he pulls himself up, even though it's like fighting to drag himself outta the river wearing a suit and his sax around his neck, and starts to finally return a little bit of the comfort you've been giving him. It's finally your turn to be the one who needs carrying.

POLY ZIB/MITZI/MC ANON NEEDS TO COME ANSWER FOR THEIR CRIMES ... . . .. look what youre doing to us 😭😭

ty for the treat even if its PAIN. like zib and MC trading off who takes care of who? something they just naturally slip into ... thank you i love that sm.

[zonald]

GLUTTONY (Lackadaisy x Isekai Male Reader) The Lackadaisy crew (Part 1):

•Atlas May (Lackadaisy/Lackadaisyita/Lackadaisycats/Lackadaisy fanart/1920s/Boozecats/Tracy j Butler) (😸😼🙀😿🐈‍⬛😻😽🐈😾😺😹)

•Mitzi May (Lackadaisy/Lackadaisyita/Lackadaisycats/Lackadaisy fanart/1920s/Boozecats/Tracy j Butler) (😸😼🙀😿🐈‍⬛😻😽🐈😾😺😹)

•X/N May (Lackadaisy/Lackadaisyita/Lackadaisycats/Lackadaisy fanart/1920s/boozecats/Tracy j Butler/Lackadaisy mitzi) (😸😼🙀😿🐈‍⬛😻😽🐈😾😺😹)

•Horatio Bruno (Lackadaisy/Lackadaisyita/Lackadaisycats/Lackadaisy fanart/1920s/boozecats/Tracy j Butler/Lackadaisy oc) (😸😼🙀😿🐈‍⬛😻😽🐈😾😺😹)

•J.J (Lackadaisy/Lackadaisyita/Lackadaisycats/Lackadaisy fanart/1920s/boozecats/Tracy j Butler) (😸😼🙀😿🐈‍⬛😻😽🐈😾😺😹)

•Dorian "Zib" Zibowski/Dorian Zibowski (Lackadaisy/Lackadaisyita/Lackadaisycats/Lackadaisy fanart/1920s/boozecats/Tracy j Butler) (😸😼🙀😿🐈‍⬛😻😽🐈😾😺😹)

•Ivy Pepper (Lackadaisy/Lackadaisyita/Lackadaisycats/Lackadaisy fanart/1920s/boozecats/Tracy j Butler) (😸😼🙀😿🐈‍⬛😻😽🐈😾😺😹)

•Viktor Vasko (Lackadaisy/Lackadaisyita/Lackadaisycats/Lackadaisy fanart/1920s/boozecats/Tracy j Butler) (😸😼🙀😿🐈‍⬛😻😽🐈😾😺😹)

•Calvin "Freckle" Allen McMurray (Lackadaisy/Lackadaisyita/Lackadaisycats/Lackadaisy fanart/1920s/boozecats/Tracy j Butler) (😸😼🙀😿🐈‍⬛😻😽🐈😾😺😹)

•Rocky Rickaby/Rockyrickbaby (Lackadaisy/Lackadaisyita/Lackadaisycats/Lackadaisy fanart/1920s/Lackadaisy rocky/boozecats/Tracy j Butler) (😸😼🙀🐈‍⬛😿😻😽🐈😾😺😹)

•Sedgewick Sable (Lackadaisy/Lackadaisyita/Lackadaisycats/Lackadaisy fanart/1920s/boozecats/Tracy j Butler) (😸😼🐈‍⬛😿🙀😻😽🐈😾😺😹)

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Um,um,um,um. MoreFicsOfZib PLEASE?? PRETTY PLEASE?? 😭😭

A/n: 👀👀 my favorite boy

Prompt used:

[ cosmopolitan] - one muse offers to doll the other up, and they begrudgingly agree (because they know how happy it will make their s/o)

Dorian wasn't one that enjoyed going out, he much rather lay in bed with you....sleeping.

But of course Rocky had to blab about some party being held and the way your eyes lit up well he could hardly say no to you.

Not when you mean so much to him anyways.

Standing in front of the mirror, shoulders slump he didn't even realize you stepped up behind him. Chin resting on his shoulder as you fixed his tie then smoothed out his white shirt. "Hello handsome."

Biting back a snort, Zib glanced at you as he gave you a crooked him as he let his arm snake around your waist. "You're one to talk doll face...look at you, now I'm gonna have to beat all the guy's away."

Feeling warmth creep up your neck you shook your head giving him a bashful smile. "Come on let's get going handsome....if you're lucky we can leave early."

"Sounds good to me." Zib muttered as he lead you out the door. Your head resting against his side, a bright smile on your face.

Watching you, Zib's own smile formed on his face holding you. He always did love seeing you this happy, maybe to night won't be so bad after all.