WARNINGS — drug usage, smut

hotcakes and cold shakes welcome to peggy's diner! the finest and brightest diner in brooklyn or at least the only one so close.

you cringed at the bright pinks and whites that were plastered all over. you thought it was fine at first, but now everywhere you go. you only see that color scheme. don't get me wrong, you loved all colors and didn't care about the blue boy and pink girl argument, but you thought it was melancholic to be in a diner that looked like a kid's room. wanda snatched you a job at peggy's diner. seeming she was so desperate for some new employees.

once you were accepted, you were quickly fitted into a southern belle type of dress with a pink all over, white undertones, and a pouffy underskirt. and just to it off, you had a cute little headband that perfectly fitted your head. in honesty, you thought you looked very delightful.

you served, dined, and even danced around for your first weeks on the job, going back home to 7 dollars each day. slowly, but surely you were actually making good money.

you even promised yourself no drugs, which you did your best at only smoking weed outside on breaks. even with that promise, you kept a bag of coke on you for emergencies. which you knew wasn't the reason.

you thought peggy would check you for background or history of drug abuse, but she didn't care. she needed people to work, and she seemed to like to person to hire a criminal if it brought her money

you dusted off the crumbs from the apron from the last run, you head into the tiny dust cabinet for some peace and quiet. leaning your back on the wall, slowing sliding down. you were recollecting your thoughts and emotions. you never imagined yourself doing work and actually being productive. you thought you would break down and take a whole fucking bag of the cocaine while on the job, but the weed kept you at bay while you did all of that at home.

even if you slipped up sometimes, brought the wrong order, or spilled water on the customers, you were still a customer's favorite.

it surprised you at first, hearing wanda say that the customer wants the h/c haired and e/c eyed girl to serve them. old people especially liked your humor, and kids liked how pretty you looked.

maybe your ego was boasting, but you felt pretty good after a long time of ups and downs.

"y/n! ring up the new customers," and with that, you groaned, getting up from the dusty groaned. you swatted your bottom, heading to your notepad on the countertop.

you snagged the pen off your ear, holding it in hand. wanda pointed her finger to the booth over in the corner. you mumbled to yourself slightly, the far corner? you might seem spoiled, but it was almost your break now you had to go to the far corner just to ring up some—

bikers.

bikers. you had to cater to some bikers. you saw a group of 4 with leather jackets, looking into the menus.

you saw a familiar face a blonde shagged hair cutie, you didn't know much about only that he likes to smoke crack too and lives close to you, you saw a girl next to him, red hair beauty who took your breath away from the first glance. then across from her is another handsome fellow. he had a darker complexion and had a smile that could kill you from miles away.

then next to him was barnes, he was looking more attractive than ever. he lost his long hair for a more shaggy look, which looked dashing on him. like a prince ready to sweep you away from this stricken town. his eyes of blue looked calmer than usual, not inflamed with lust or anything other than that. he seemed more relaxed hanging out with his friends. it made you see him in a whole different light that made you feel hotter by the seconds.

you shook your head, internally panicking, not wanting to embarrass yourself in front of him, especially after the whole "finding a new fuck buddy" shit. you didn't want to give him that satisfaction. did he ever think about you in the past weeks? you hated to admit it, but he did straggle your mind a multitude of times. you didn't miss him. you missed the attention, the satisfaction he gave you better than anyone has.

"fuck this," you let out in a breathy tone. you turned around to announce your break, but you were to be faced with peggy herself, with a confused look plastered on her face. "y/n, where do you think you're going?" she spoke in a very condescending tone.

"my break, you said one more order than it's lunch," you tried your best to sound convincing, knowing that she never said that. but peggy had an iron mind, and she called your bullshit, "don't mess this up, y/n! the blonde-haired biker totally likes me, and he and his gang are always here so, let's both do us a favor and go over there." you gave her a very concerned face.

you both liked arms and put on the biggest smile you could produce and walk up to the bikers. bucky heard light footsteps, a sound of elegance but more raunchy in a sense. bucky lifted his head up to be faced with you, his blue eyes lit up seeing your face.

he saw how the tight pink dress hugged your curves, your cheeks brightly shined across the natural light. he thought of you as cute and soft like. you were visibly uncomfortable, still keeping the very cheeky smile, avoiding his devilish glare.

bucky was very turned on at the moment, chin to his face, licking his lips as you ignored him. peggy finished her introductions, leaving you with the rest of them. you perked up, clutching on to your notepad in your hand and your pen on the other.

"as peggy said, i'm y/n, and welcome to the diner! what can i get for 4 cutie-pies like ya'll," you mentally cringed at yourself. you now hated your job. you always had to be optimistic and "lady-like" for the customers. peggy's rule was you have to stay happy unless someone gives you an attitude.

bucky stifled his laugh, he thought it was hilarious that you were mentally dying inside. he could see it from how you were standing that you wanted to get this over with, but he wanted to play with you more.

after his friends ordered, receiving tiny compliments from here and there, it was bucky's turn. you shifted to the side to stare at him, completely lost that he was already looking your way. "and for you, sir," you spoke in a chirpier voice than usual.

"yeah, i'm sorry, you just looked like someone i met, very pretty gal," he stared you down like prey.

"i assure you, sir, i don't think we have met bedsides from today."

bucky had a glint in his eyes as he stared you down, "no, no, you guys just look very much alike. she was very persuasive, you know."

you crossed your arms, getting more icked off by the minute, "sir, i promise i don't know who you're talking about? now would you like a take a look at our specials or your usual?"

he bit the bottom of his lip, his eyes flamed with what looks like lust, "yeah, my usual, hot pancakes with berries on the side, please."

you softly nodded, writing it down on the scribbled notepad. you bowed at the rest of the bikers, "your order will be on your way."

you walked away from the group, "dickhead," you grumbled.

—— ❦ ——

you munched on your sandwich, drinking the half brewed coffee. it was your lunch break, and it hasn't been much of a break.

bucky was staring you down like an eagle, like you killed his family or something. you always wanted to go up to him and tell him off, but then you remembered you would get fired, and you need this job.

you picked off the skin of your forearm, seeing it fall and land on the ground. which made you very disturbed.

you sighed, "peggy, i'm taking my break!"

you rushed to the bathroom, locking yourself inside, you search your body for any weed, "where the fuck is it?" you took off your apron, shaking your items, looking for anything, anything to calm yourself down.

"fuck. fuck." you started getting chills, tears brimming to your eyes. you needed something, a lil high right now. you didn't even care if it was sniffing glue. you needed something to stable yourself. you shook your apron one more time, the bag of lethal cane fell in front of you.

you stared it down as more tears rose. you looked pathetic, barely containing yourself at work, just cause a guy you had sex with popped at your job.

you open the bag, sniffing the dust residue, you rushed to one of the stalls, pouring the cocaine on the disposal bin. you stared down at your life choices, "just one tiny line y/n, then tell peggy your sick, then go home and take more."

fuck it.

you snorted the white powder off the bin, you laid back feeling the deadly sugar consumed from the inside out. the angels came on you and told you everything was okay. like glitter threw up on madonna then threw up on beyonce. it felt so stupid but so right at the moment.

you opened eyes once more seeing tears down your cheek, you looked at your surroundings. seeing yourself in a filthy bathroom, cocaine residue from the bin. you broke down, wet tears, freeing from your eyes, as you balled up in the corner. breaking down cause you could change your life, you tried, you really did, and you fucking hated that you did.

you fucking hated yourself for what you did, to your body, to your life. you keep saying you would change, but you fucking wouldn't. it causes you to lose sleep, relationships, just relying on half-assed men who want nothing to do with you.

it's hard to hear, but it's the truth, and you didn't want to come to terms with it.

"doll?"

you lifted your head, the sound of knocking caught you off guard, "are you in there?"

"no, barnes, a fucking penguin is in here."

"okay, still hostile i'll leave."

you panicked, "no! don't go please," you cringed after those 4 words.

"can i come in?" you rolled your eyes, wiped the tears off your face and the residue off the bin. you got up, walking over to the door. you opened up to see your "savior" looking right at you.

"you okay, doll," bucky stepped inside. you peeked on outside then locked the door again. "yeah, barnes, i'm fine," you spoke in a very sarcastic voice.

"darlin' if im stressin' you out, i'm sorry, i just wanted some pancakes, then i saw you across the counter, and you looked so gorgeous, i just wanted to walk over to you an-."

"barnes shut the fuck up. not everything revolves around you," you walked over to your apron and your scattered belongings. you stuffed them back in the pouch, struggling to wrap your apron back on.

bucky face turned to pure confusion. one minute, you were hostile with him, and the next minute you were soft. you didn't even want to be hostile with him. you were just confused, high, and yeah, you were stressed.

"here let me help," he ran over to you like you were a damsel in distress. he grabbed the sides of the apron, wrapping over you, trying a neat bow.

he smoothed you out, gently touching your body, fixing you like a doll.

you kept your head down, currently embarrassed from the situation. he kept touching your sides, your back, massaging every part of your body. he got closer to your bottom, gently running his finger through the hem of your panties.

you hummed, the short buzz of sensation calming you more than ever, "bucky, we shouldn't."

he lowered his head to your ears, nibbling on your neck, "shouldn't what? have a little fun, blow off some steam?"

"bucky, i- i have a boyfriend," bucky immediately let go of you, turning you around. his face looked at your tear-stained cheeks. his hand fell to your chin as he gently caressed it.

"do you want this? cause i'll continue if you want, but if not i'll respect your boundaries."

did you want this? it was a harder question to answer than you thought. life handed you stupid choices out of the blue, which you choose easily. but picking your boyfriend or bucky was hard for you. this could be the drugs talking, but at the moment, you didn't care about what you want.

you grabbed bucky's face, immediately giving him a kiss. bucky exchanged the kiss, ravishing in your lips. he pushed you against the wall, moving his lips to your neck. you ascended to heaven like it was the first time with bucky again. he grabbed you, moving you to the sink, he sat you upon table. he went down kissing your tights, sprinkling with little pecks to full blown on sucking. your whimpered, keeping yourself as quiet as you can be.

"bucky, what if someone walks in."

"well, you locked the door, didn't you?" he continued getting closer to you dripping cunt. he pulled your panties aside, the cold air of the bathroom hitting you immediately, making you shrivel in response.

"i would love to just dive in, but we're short on time," he spoke as he started slowly rubbing your clit.

you let out an unexpected moan, slapping your hand to your mouth.

he rises up from your pussy, staring right into your eyes. he took his pants off, ripping his boxers off too. his dick was rock hard, even bigger than the bulge he was growing earlier. he started to pump it, with lucrative moments, slower than last time but it was hypnotizing.

he slipped inside you like it was a perfect fit like you guys were made for each other. every single time he pumped into you was heaven crashing down, mixing to the pit of hell making such hellfire which made you cry but scream at the same time. you yearned for his touch, more than anything. like it possessed you with something that you never experience before. better than any drugs you've taken. you pulled him close to you, moaning into his ears as he kept pounding into you.

"can your boyfriend fuck you like i can, huh, can he."

you kept quiet, only whimpering words into his ear.

"huh, speak doll, use your words," he grunted more, pumping into your pussy like there was no tomorrow.

"wanna' cum, darlin'?"

you nodded, your mouth left ajar, your stomach bubbling nerves about to explode. "tell me then, who fucks you better," he whispered in your ear, nibbling your neck little by little, "then maybe ill let you cum."

"you, bucky, you do."

he went harder, holding you close to his chest. not wanting to let you go, you finally let loose. a flower finally sprouting from the sun. your nerves unraveled, you collapsed over him. only heavy breathing and deep grunts were heard after.

"doll, you did so good."

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