dink house

Diner Days

Originally posted by complete-fandom-trashhh

Author: Scarlett
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Reader Gender: Implied female

Overworking, poor living conditions, fainting, malnutrition
Love Interest:
Pre-War Bucky
I got this idea while trying to go to sleep♥ Also, I’ll be making a part 2 when I wake up.

My heels clicked against the hard cement as I quickly made my way to my second job for the day. I quickly looked at my worn watch, seeing it was 15 minutes away from my shift time. I huffed, quickening my pace. My second job was just a block away, and I’d be there in no time, but I like to be there early so I can get more hours in. I need all the money I can get right now, I can barely pay my bills let alone afford food. Thankfully, the Manager at the Diner, my second job, will give me a free meal a couple times a week. I don’t really like working there, the staff is usually rude, but a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.

I work a third job from Thursday to Sunday, so with all the jobs I have you’d think I’d be able to rake in a decent amount of money. I’m not sure what’s happening to my bills, but I’ll probably have to squeeze in a third one pretty soon. My electricity got cut off, now I’m forced to take cold showers in the middle of winter. Thankfully, I’ve managed to create a makeshift indoor camp-fire in the living room, and I usually end up sleeping in there for warmth. I checked my watch, seeing that I was now 10 minutes away from my shift. I sighed, running the rest of the way, and clocking in 8 minutes before my shift.

I wiped my face, hoping to wipe away my exhaustion, but no such luck. I went to the bathroom and changed into my uniform, putting my belongings into my tiny locker. I quickly put on my apron and name tag before heading into what I call the War Zone. It was just the front area, but it gets pretty damn packed around my shift, and I’m more or less grateful for that fact. If it wasn’t so busy on my shift, I’d probably end up falling asleep and getting fired. In between all of my jobs, I only get a few hours of sleep, so one can imagine where I’m coming from. I took out my pen and pad, quickly taking the orders of my tables.

“Where’s Maggie and Tess?” I asked the chef.

“They said you’d be picking up their tables.” He spoke in an annoyed tone.

“What about Anne?” I questioned and he shook his head.

“Said the same thing.” He shrugged.

“So nobody else is here?” I said in a slightly panicking tone.

“Obviously, (Y/n), now go get those orders, you’re on the clock!” He ordered and I sighed.

“Right-o, Sir.” I said before walking off.

I quickly ran off to get the orders of all the tables, feeling exhaustion set in around the end of when I usually leave; my shift ended about 2 hours ago, but like I said I need the money.  I sighed, handing a table their meals and receiving a lecture about time management. I smiled tiredly and apologized for any inconvenience before going off and getting another table’s food. I was zooming around, and my feet were beginning to protest in discomfort and slight pain. I went around with the tea and coffee pitcher, refilling everyone’s drinks. I saw a man sit down in a stool by the front and I groaned internally, not sure how I was going to manage him along with everyone else.

“What can I get you sir?” I asked, trying to catch my breath.

“You act like you’ve been running a marathon, (Y/n).” The man pointed out and you smiled.

“Bucky, what have I said about seeing me at work?” I asked, giving him a hug.

“Hey, I’m just a man wanting to eat at a diner.” He smoothly said.

“That just so happens to be this one?” I countered, eyebrow raised.

“You’re here to work, not talk, (Y/n)!” The same chef called.

“Sorry, Pete!” I apologized, “Well, what can I get you, Bucky?” I asked.

“I think I’ll just have a coffee for now, Doll.” He said with a smile and I shook my head.

“One coffee, coming right up.” I set a mug in front of him.

“I thought your shift was over?” He asked with a raised brow.

“Uh, well, it kind of is.” I squeezed out.

“(Y/n).” He said in a warning tone.

“It’s only two hours over.” You reasoned.

“(Y/n), Doll, you can’t keep doing this, you’re going to make yourself sick.” Worry laced his voice.

“I’ll be fine, Bucky.” You waved him off, setting the coffee jug back in the Coffee Maker.

He eyed me carefully, not believing me one bit. He managed to find out about me working three jobs and living in a rinky dink house about half an hour from here. I don’t know how the information slithered his way, but it did and I can’t deny it. He doesn’t know about my utilities going off or about how little I’ve been eating. Between paying all of the bills, I just can’t afford food. I sighed, running a hand through my hair, making some of the strands come out of the ponytail it was in. His eyes haven’t left mine this entire time and I narrowed my eyes at him. Why can’t he just realize that not everyone is Middle Class?

“Did you at least eat today?” He asked after a heavy sigh, clearly concerned.

“I had some water this morning.” I shrugged.

“That’s not what I asked, (Y/n), and you know it.” He said firmly.

“Between the three jobs and all my bills, it’s just not affordable.” I stated and he glared at me.

“Affordable? Not eating is affordable?” He asked and I nodded with a shrug, “Next thing you know, you’re going to tell me your utilities got cut off.” He huffed and I looked down.

“Well,” I squeezed out, my voice an octave higher.

“(Y/n), why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, sounding a little angry.

“I didn’t-” The alarm went off and three waitresses came out of the back room, “Gotta go.”

He called my name, but I was busy getting ready to get to my house. I quickly got my things from my locker and slipped on my jacket and running off. I quickly waved my goodbyes to the Chef and ran the entire way home. If I make it back before 5 AM, I’ll be able to get at least two and a half hours of sleep before going to my third job. That should be enough to get my though my part time shift over there. My mind kept going back to the little argument Bucky and I were having in the diner. I know he was going there to check up on me, but I don’t know why he’s so worried. I’ve been doing this for years, if I haven’t had anything go wrong by now, then it probably won’t happen.

I huffed, the cold air biting at my skin and making my fingers go numb. I held my thin jacket closer to me and ran a bit faster. Thankfully, I did track when I was in high school. I didn’t take track for competitive reasons, I took it because it’d be useful later on down the road, and I was right. Granted, I don’t have the same speed or stamina due to the lack of nutrition in my body, but I was still pretty decent. Plus, if that didn’t help me, then the sweet song of sleep surely would. I feel a little bad about leaving him like that, but I have a strict schedule I have to keep to. I quickly unlocked the door to my house and shut it behind me.

“Ah, home at last.” I said quietly, taking off my jacket.

I set my jacket on the makeshift rack that was by the door, and I quickly made my way to the indoor camp-fire I managed to conjure up. I had put a piece of metal over a hold in the floor, and then covered it in cement, and then the idea struck me. Next thing you know, there’s large stones surrounding the thing and wood and dirt inside of it. I don’t pay for firewood, I don’t have the money for that; I just grab a few twigs and stick from the backyard and just use that. I quickly got the matches and relit the fire from earlier today, not wanting to waste the entire thing. I smiled as the flames sparked to life, filling me with warmth. Then the doorbell rang.

“Relax, it’s just me.” Bucky said after a moment and I sighed.

“What do you want?” I asked, opening the door.

“I come bearing-woah.” He looked around at my house, his eyes settling on the indoor fire.

“It’s winter and I’m cold.” I stated plainly and he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You know, (Y/n), you’re a lot of things and you’re starting to really worry me.” He said and you sighed.

“Sorry if my failure to make enough to pay the bills inconveniences you.” I said sarcastically.

“You’re coming with me.” He said, shaking his head.

“No-” I began to protest.

“You can’t keep living here!” He shouted and I glared.

“Oh yes I can, I can make it by myself.” I countered, arms crossed.

“Fine, die, I don’t care.” He blurted out and I gasped, feeling the tears prickling my eyes, “Hold on, that didn’t-” He started.

“Get out,” I smacked his torso, shoving him out my door, “Get out, get out, get out!” I shouted, slamming the door on his face and locking it.

I leaned against the door, letting myself cry as the tears flooded down my cheeks. I can’t believe he’d say something like that! He can’t mean it, can he? I shook my head and wiped my eyes, sniffling as I did so. I have a damn schedule to keep, and I’m not going to let him ruin it. I’m not going to die here, I’m going to make it on my own and finally make my parents proud. I looked at my watch, 5:10 AM. I need to get to sleep, before it’s too late and I have to go in earlier than usual. I quickly walked into the kitchen, filling my stomach with a water bottle I filled up earlier this morning. I felt the world blur around me and I put a hand on my head in pain.

I leaned against the wall as I tried to stabilize myself, the pain and dizziness not leaving my mind. I sighed, the pain only growing worse and worse by the minute. Maybe it was a bad idea to kick Bucky out like I did. I put my other hand on my head and dug my nails into my scalp, wincing as I did so. I tried to stand up straight, but that was a huge mistake. With a scream I came falling onto the hard wood, my head falling harshly and making my headache and dizziness worse. I heard a loud crash as the world around me started blacking out.

“(Y/n)?!” A voice yelled over me, and I reached out to it.

Darkness consumed my mind before I could decipher who it was.