ZANTEDESCHIA - YB x Fem Reader

Second Person POV

You awake, in a cold sweat, contrasted by the comforting grasp of your duvet, holding you down, begging you to stay. You also had a very peculiar dream. You had gone home in YB's car, when you opened the glove compartment to find a bloody knife, intertwined with a thorny rose. You turned to look at him, but before you could your head was smashed against the car window. Next thing you know, you awake in a pile of your own sweaty pillows. Very odd.

You're sat in the comfort of the bed beneath you, staring around the room surrounding you. Confusion sets in, when your gaze sets upon the open curtains of the window to your right. Weird, since you swore that you'd shut them yesterday. Your gaze then fell upon the pile of clothes in the corner. You lost all energy to clean them up, mindlessly grasping around your closet to find anything to wear, often consisting of a hoodie and some jogging bottoms. Speaking of closet, you sit up and reach over to it, grasping the handle and giving it a good pull.

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It stays shut. Oh well, some clothes probably lodged it closed. You can sort that out later on. Shuffling back to the headboard, you look up to the wall, eyes slowly, and sluggishly, reading the numbers on your digital clock. The clock said "9:12am".

fuck

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(Y/N) POV

"SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT" I quietly yell to myself, as I pull my red striped work-shirt over my head and tank top, replacing my cap back over the top of my head. I fix my hair up quickly, tidily tying it back into my classic ponytail. That should do for today. "FUUUUCCK I'M LAAAATE!!!" I rush out of my room, fumbling with my name badge along the way. I shove my shoes on, desperately needing to get to the diner before I get scolded by TK. This never happens! I never even sleep that well! It's the first time I've slept in and properly for a while. Darn that cute YB!! My roommate comes out of the kitchen holding a coffee.

"Hey (Y/N). You want coffee this morning?" she never pays her half of the rent, but at least she keeps the house clean and makes me coffee.

"Thanks, but I'm running really late to work right now!" I snap, cursing myself under my breath for doing so, "Sorry Lucy! Didn't mean to- AH FUCK GET ON, SHOE!- snap at you." I quicky apologise.

"Oh that's fine. Hope I can see you after work, hahaaa. You know, we should have a girls night soon. Just the two of us-"

"SORRY LULU, GOTTA GO!!! SEE YOU WHEN I GET BACK, BU-BYYYYYYEEEEEE!!" I interrupt, finally having getting my trainers on. I do agree with her, we should have a girls night, but I DESPERATELY need to get to work before I lose my fucking job.

~Time Skip~

I reach the door to the diner, the sharp pains of a stitch stinging my sides. I frantically open the door, eyes darting around the diner. I had no time to properly look around, but it seemed as though it were empty. I launch myself into the kitchen and rush to the aprons. I went to clock in, but it looks as though.... I've already done it? I just got here, so that would mean that-

"There you are! Where have you been? I've been covering your shift for the past 30 minutes and having to cover my own!" My co-worker, TK! They dropped a pile of greasy plates into a nearby sink, and looked incredibly stressed and tired. They're gaze softened as they saw me clutching my side, wheezing heavily. "Just- get your apron on and start waiting tables; it's busy today so-"

"Busy? But I didn't see anyone- haaah- out there..." I breath heavily between words, heart still pumping. I glance out at the tables and notice- "GEEZ-! There's so- haaaahh- many old people out there- haaaah-!"

"Yeah. A tour-bus of them came through and now we have to deal with them. So uhh Good luck!" TK rushed away, grasping a spatula and some uncooked burgers. I grab a greasy apron, tie it behind my back and, notepad in hand, walk out into the diner and start waiting tables.

~Time Skip~

I quickly scribble down the last old fart's order and rush back into the kitchen. I've been doing this for the past 3 hours, the steady stream of customers never decreasing.  I, tiredly, stumble into the kitchen, tearing off the page I'd written on and lazily handing it to one of the cooks. "Here. That should be the last order." I turn to my co-worker, TK, and let them know I was done with the tables and ready for my break.

"I don't think you are. There's one more table left." Really? I must've missed it. I walk out of the kitchen, mentally preparing myself for more work. Since I'm in work mode, I don't really register the person.

"Hi, welcome to Dad's Damn Diner! What can I get you?" I ask the customer, pen and pad in hand.

"You for lunch~?" The man says. I blush and it finally registers in my mind to me of who it is.

"Oh hey YB!"

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