The Roommate

Lucky in Love

Contains a little smut

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For weeks the guys had been so lovey-dovey and hugging you every chance they had. While you made dinner, while you were napping on the couch, while you had just left the bathroom. Almost every second of every minute that they had with you, they had either their arm or eyes on you. You knew why. They were afraid of losing you again and didn't want you out of their sight. 

But at times, you just wanted to be alone. You had people around you at work, people around you on the bus and people around you at home. The only alone time you got was when you were sitting on the toilet.

"Hey, you've been in there a long time. Are you alright?"

"Yeah," you half-heartedly responded. You didn't even go to the toilet you just stood in there. It's not like you were getting sick of the back massages or the attention-sometimes you just needed to be alone. Some nice music, a bottle of wine and your computer. After flushing and washing your face in the sink they both entered. The tiny bathroom wasn't enough for the three of you but the boys were concerned.

"Doll, are you sure you're okay?" Bucky's brow furrowed.

"Yeah, I think I'm just hungry and tired. I might go to bed early tonight," you kissed their cheeks as you squeezed through the two hunky bodies.

Just as Steve was going to follow you Bucky had stopped him, "don't. I think I know what's going on,"

"What?"

"You remember how I was after I got back?" Steve sighed at Bucky's question. Of course he did;  his best friend didn't make it back from the war until he had gone through extensive therapy. Once again, Steve didn't feel like enough., "there's nothing we can do besides give her some space. We'll bunk tonight, give her some alone time," Bucky slapped his buddy's chest.

After a few days of them staying away from you seemed to work okay at first but soon you became paranoid. Steve was performing too well. Whenever you walked into a room he seemed to leave and he hadn't slept in the same bed as you for days. It was killing him but he didn't want you to suffer.

You had been talking more with Bucky, he explained that they'd let you have some alone time but this past week has been even lonelier than when you were actually tied up. You didn't enjoy it at all, you missed them. You missed Steve's surprise hugs from behind and the way Bucky pressed his body so tightly against yours; you missed sitting with them on the sofa just all lying over each other.

You were clinging onto Steve's arm one day and when he decided to leave for work you whimpered, "No," catching yourself acting like a child you frowned, "sorry," that was humiliating. Storming back to Steve's room you felt tears making their way out of your ducts.

"Hey! What's wrong?" Steve turned you gently, you kept your eyes closed trying not to make a fuss.

"Nothing, I'm good," your tears betrayed you by falling down your cheek. Steve felt so guilty, all he wanted to do was cuddle you all day and all night but he's kept his distance because of Bucky's advice. Perhaps Bucky was wrong though.

"Come on...tell me," you couldn't look him in the eye. You knew they were sad and desperate to know what was wrong.

"I just-I don't know. I'm just being emotional-"

"No. Don't. Don't invalidate your feelings," he told you.

"I just haven't felt good for a while. I've been thinking that you guys have gotten tired of me. It sounds stupid I know-I just. I need you to know that I love you," you cupped his cheek, he felt so guilty for being too distant.