#you matter to me

[teenytinysandwiches]

Jeremy Jordan & Shoshana Bean - “You Matter to Me”

This is way too emotional for a studio session. My eyes are watering.

[angstysebfan]

You Matter To Me

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary:  This is based on the song “You Matter To Me” from Waitress the Musical. It’s not a replica of what happens in the play, but the words in the song. Song lyrics are in italics. Warnings: Slight Angst, Sad Lonely Reader, Fluff

A/N: I’ve wanted to rewrite this fic for awhile. The story is the same, but I didn’t like how I did it the first time. I hope you all enjoy it even more than before. Please know that my stories were no beta’d or edited, so I apologize for any grammar mistakes or misspellings. Also please note again I am rewriting most if not all of my masterlist, so if you read my stories, be prepared cause most of them are going to be fixed if they haven’t already lol.

I can find the whole meaning of life in those sad eyes They see things you never quite say, but I hear Come out of hiding, I’m right here beside you and I’ll stay there as long as you let me

You’re in your living room of your small one bedroom apartment, slow dancing with him. He holds you close and sings softly into your ear as you release a sigh of contentment. You never in a million years thought that you could ever find the happiness you’re currently engulfed in. People assume that being the only child of the rich and famous (your dads name), your life is set and happiness is a given. You know for a fact that it's not true, as you purposely ran away from the "rich kid" life the moment you were able to.

Your parents always treated more like a burden then their child. You were practically raised by nannies because they didn't want to give up the partying lifestyle. They never once celebrated the day you were born, always going out with friends on trips or something instead. When they were home, you were never allowed to make any noise or be a normal kid because they considered that a disturbance.

As you got older, you started to resent your life. Any "friends" you made didn't really care about you at all. They wanted to be seen with the daughter of the famous Y/F/N, the richest man in the country. They knew if the paparazzi saw them with you, they would be on Page Six and be set. You never wanted to be the center of attention. It never interested you, but you also didn't want to be used. You found yourself feeling very lonely all the time, even in a crowded room.

Eventually, when you were old enough, you ran away from that life. You wanted as much separation as possible. Your parents wouldn't care anyway, so you didn't move far. You found yourself in the middle of Brooklyn working as a waitress as a small diner. It didn't pay much, but it helped you afford your tiny shoebox apartment that you loved and food. You felt like you were finally free and happy. You started going out more, and even made some real friends who liked you for your personality, rather your wealth, since you no longer had any.

Once night you were out with some friends and were sitting at a bar. Nursing your cranberry vodka, you kept thinking how much your life has improved, and how much happier you were without your parents money. You suddenly saw someone sit next to you and you looked over with a smile. You would lie if you said he wasn't the most handsome man you have ever seen. He had short brown hair, the bluest eyes imaginable, and a strong jawline partially hidden under some scruff. When he looked at you and smiled, your heart immediately fluttered.

Because you matter to me Simple and plain and not much to ask from somebody You matter to me, I promise you do, you matter too I promise you do, you’ll see You matter to me

You found yourself falling into easy conversation with the handsome man, whose name was Bucky. You learned he was a mechanic who lived in the same neighborhood as you, and that he grew up in Brooklyn to middle class parents and knew the value of hard work. It was refreshing to say the least. Listening to how his parents supported him and his siblings with their aspirations and dreams, no matter what they were. You were jealous, because your parents couldn't give a damn about you. Hell they never even tried to find you when you left. Bucky tried to ask about your life, but you weren't ready to hash that out, so you just quickly changed the subject. He smiled and decided to go with it.

You and Bucky start to hangout more often and you find yourself falling... hard. He would take you on little dates around Brooklyn, and you both would stay out late just talking about things. You wanted to tell him about your past, but you were scared it would scare him away. When he wanted to treat you to a fancy restaurant in Manhattan that you know your parents frequent, you immediately decline. You felt it was time to finally tell him the truth about yourself. Bucky sat with you, holding your hand as you told him all about your upbringing and your thoughts and feelings about your parents. You were in awe when you were done he pulled you to him and kissed you.

"I can't imagine how hard that much have been for you," he said with no sarcasm.

You then and there that he actually cared about you and your feelings. He didn't think you were some spoiled brat that didn't get enough attention. He knew money was not important to you, and that all you've ever longed for was to be loved. He wanted to be the one to show you the love you've always deserved, and hopefully you can let him in. And maybe love him just as much in return.

It’s addictive the minute you let yourself think The things that I say, just might matter to someone, All of this time I’ve been keeping my mind on the running away For the first time I think I’d consider the stay.

At first you were worried when Bucky asked you to move in with him. Yes, you had been dating for over a year, and yes you cared for him with ever fiber of your being, but you still had hesitations when he said it back. You kept telling yourself he really loved you and to let him in, but it was harder to do than you realized. Bucky was always patient and understanding. He allowed you to take your time and really think about it with no pressure. But you wanted to let him in so bad. He's been so good to you, so you finally agree to move in.

It took some time for you to get used to Bucky constantly wanting to take care of you. You've always taken care of yourself, so to have him wanting to do that was surprising. He constantly tells you how much you mean to him, but you still find it hard to believe sometimes. He buys you flowers every week, takes you on small romantic trips, and cooks you dinners. Your walls slowly start crumbling little by little as you let him in, because you know you are as much in love with him, as he seems to be with you. Every day when you come home from work, he asks about your day, and generally cares. He pays attention to every word you say, he laughs at jokes you make, gets irritated when hearing about stupid customers, or holds you as you cry after a hard frustrating day. He's there every time you need him, and even when you don’t.

You are there for him just as much, knowing that a true relationship means you both have to give the same amount. As time goes on, your walls around your heart are gone, and you've completely given your heart to Bucky. He and his family have welcomed you with open arms, and you never felt as loved and accepted as you do with him. When he dropped to one knee to ask you to be his wife, you didn't hesitate for a second before saying yes, because there was no other answer.

Because you matter to me Simple and plain and not much to ask from somebody You matter to me, I promise you do, you matter too I promise you do, you’ll see You matter to me

You look up at your fiancee and smile before giving him a soft kiss. You then look at the small diamond on your finger with so much happiness. Bucky apologized it wasn't bigger, but you told him, and you meant it, that you wouldn't want anything more than what he has given you. Your life is perfect as long as you have him, and are in his arms. Bucky was everything you didn’t know you needed in your life.

For the first time, you feel loved and cherished. You feel like you finally matter to someone. Not just someone, Bucky Barnes, the man you love and are going to spend the rest of your life with. 

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Bucky is so fucking amazing in this story. I love him so much! Feedback is appreciated! Also if you wish to be apart of my new taglist, please let me know.

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[meraki-yao]

@rwrbmovie & @rwrbsource's rwrb week: Day 2 | Song

You Matter to Me By Sara Bareilles From Waitress the Musical

[christinaelle]

seriously cannot get enough of waitress & sara bareilles. ❤️🎶❤️🥧❤️🎶❤️

[firstdegreefangirl]

I hope you become addicted, baby.

[oneinsevenbillionpeople]

I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight.

And that’s all they do.

They don’t pull away.

They don’t look at your face.

They don’t try to kiss you.

All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness to it.

| You Matter To Me, Waitress

[ink-a]

Inca would love your feedback!

#YouMatterToMe

[mysticcherryblossompersona]

Since people have been asking

Yes I'm okkkk , struggling mentally but still sober!

Tag @ purple_cray.onz insta and threads ! 💀🖤♥️🍂🍂🍂🖤🖤💀

[cinnamonngirl555]

Being consumed in a relationship is scary, downright terrifying. Watching yourself disappear while you bow down to someone for unrequited love is scary, heartbreaking to think about. But to avoid feeling after a relationship ends, to cut off pieces of yourself and your empathy so you don't feel anything, what a waste.

[lacunasbalustrade]

I want to let you hope for things. I want to teach you how to make wishes again without flinching. I want you to speak your mind and your truth, because what you think matters to me, it’s one of the most important things in the world. I always want to hear you. I want to hear you say again, more than once, “Wait, I have something to tell you.”

[deadbirdvibes]

i’m obsessed with her and she doesn’t even have a name

[sbnkalny]

I am the seekers' new leader

[meraki-yao]

This song is so Firstprince??? It fits them so damn well???

Like. look at the lyrics

Alex/ Dr Pomatter:

I could find the whole meaning of life in those sad eyes They've seen things that you never quite say, but I hear Come out of hiding, I'm right here beside you And I'll stay there as long as you let me

Because you matter to me Simple and plain and not much to ask from somebody You matter to me I promise you do, you, you matter too I promise you do, you see? You matter to me

Henry/ Jenna:

It's addictive the minute you let yourself think The things that I say just might matter to someone All of this time I've been keeping my mind on the running away And for the first time I think I'd consider the stay

I kinda wanna write something about it, but first I need to finish my current firstprince song fic wip😂 (50% done!!!!)

[charlottesweetly]

i've said it before i'll say it again: sara bareilles ruined my life, i'm literally never gonna settle for anyone who gives me less than you matter to me vibes now. "i hope you get addicted to saying things and having them matter to someone" !!! are you kidding me!!!!

[g-h-0-s-t-i-e]

I love you.

It worries me when I see kind people mistake themselves for the rotten ones.

Don't make me watch as the rot consumes you, for even from that "rotten" body, flowers would grow.

And I'd water them every day and night.

And I'd smell them and I'd sing our favorite songs in hopes that one day, they'll sing along my love.

[soulinkpoetry]

Everyone has a different language of love. Some people think that saying I love you somehow loses it’s value or meaning if you say it too often. I think words matter as much as actions. This life is too short for us not to say how we feel. If I say I love you it comes from my heart. It’s my way of saying you matter to me at this moment, this day . I don’t know if this day would be my last, so I want you to know.

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