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Natasha Romanoff x Reader-You're Different

Thank you to the lovely Anon who requested this story!

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“What the hell were you thinking?!” Natasha asked, her voice laced with anger as she slammed the door behind her and walked over to the medical cabinet. Y/n opened her mouth to speak out before she could get any words out Natasha interrupted her.

“Sit down,” she practically ordered; Y/n did as she was told, knowing that it was pointless trying to argue with her right now. Despite the rage that was clearly burning in Natashas eyes, her touch was surprisingly gentle.

“You put yourself in danger,” Natasha continued, wiping away the dry blood from the wound. She knew she was overreacting; if this had been anyone else she knew she wouldn’t be as mad as this. But Y/n was different and the thought of losing her scared her more than she cared to admit. Sure, this time she was lucky, the bullet only grazed her but Natasha knew better than most how quickly situations like that could change; the shot could’ve been fatal to Y/n.

“To save you,” Y/n snapped, the frustration evident in her voice as she began to pull away from Natasha’s touch.

Without hesitation, Natasha’s grip tightened on her arm, just under the wound, “You didn’t think with your brain, you let your emotions-”

“Cloud my judgement?” Y/n scoffed, shaking her head, her frustration now turning into anger “How many times have you done that for me?”

“That’s different,” Natasha mumbled, her grip on her arm loosening, though Y/n was oblivious to it, she was too angry.

“How? How is that different?” Y/n asked, but all she was greeted with was silence.

“Natasha?” The sound of her name, compared to the usual nickname Y/n would call her, made Natasha lock eyes with Y/n/s y/e/c orbs; Natasha’s eyes softened instantly when she looked into Y/ns Y/e/c orbs.

She tried to form a sentence out of the words that were flying around in her head, but none of them fitted exactly what she wanted to say; none of those words could convey why she felt so mad at Y/n. So for the first time in years, Natasha listened to her heart.

Natasha leaned forward closing the distance between them before placing her lips on Y/ns.

At first, Y/ns eyes widened in surprise. It was bizarre. It felt like everything was happening so fast yet at the same time it felt like everything was moving in slow motion. But after a few seconds, she couldn’t help but melt into the kiss, relaxing almost instantly as Natashas hands moved to Y/n's face, caressing her cheeks, pulling her closer.

“You’re different,” Natasha confessed, resting her forehead against Y/n’s. She was mentally pleading for her to say something, to do something, just so she knew how Y/n truly felt. And then Y/n leaned forward, capturing Natashas lips in another kiss, with just as much passion as the previous kiss.

“You’re different too,” Y/n whispered against Natasha’s lips, as she stroked some stray strands of fiery hair off of the assassin's face.

Before either of them could say another word, Fury's words echoed through the coms, requesting Natasha to see him in his office.

She gave Y/n a reassuring smile before placing the sutures in her hands and disappearing behind the door; leaving Y/n alone, her head spinning, trying to work out if what just happened was real. Though the butterflies that were fluttering in her stomach were enough to assure her it did.

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Charlie Weasley x Reader-Her First Time

This is my first time writing for Charlie Weasley so I hope you all enjoy it! 💛

Warnings-Smut (18+)

“Relax,” Charlie softly cooed, as he ran his hands down Y/ns bare body, as he aligned his rock hard cock with her dripping entrance.

“Are you ready, love?” He asked in a whispered tone; before placing an array of small kisses along on her chest.

This was her first time having sex, with anyone, so naturally she was a little nervous. And Charlie knew that. He was nervous too. Sure they’d done other sexual things together but this, this was completely different. And all he wanted was for it to be perfect.

His kisses stopped her brain from running 100mph; they calmed her mind and washed away all of her anxiety. All she could focus on in that moment was his soft lips on her skin; and how they made her body tingle with pleasure once again.

“I trust you,” she breathed back, with a small nod, feeling the familiar warmth in the pit of her stomach.

And it was true, she did trust him. Wholeheartedly.

“I’ve got you, angel,” he soothed as he slowly began to push his erect cock into Y/n, inch by inch; his eyes focused only on her, assessing if she was in any pain.

He froze when he heard her take a sharp breath.

“Are you okay, love?” he asked, panic lacing his voice. He didn’t want to hurt her.

“I’m-I’m good,” she reassured him, feeling her pussy stretch slightly to adjust to the size of his cock.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered, and Charlie couldn’t help but smirk when he noticed the begging tone in her voice. Though he still wanted to be careful with her, so he didn’t rush, he continued to push himself into her slowly, until her pussy was full.

“How does that feel, love?”

All she could do in response was moan at his words. Because there were no words to describe how amazing Y/n felt at that moment, and Charlie hadn’t even started moving yet.

Charlie’s smile grew, as he slowly began to thrust in and out of her, watching her eyes roll back in pure bliss, hearing her moans grow louder and louder with every thrust. Luckily he’d put a silencing charm on his room, so Y/n could be as loud as she wanted.

“Fuck baby girl, you feel so good,” he mumbled, as he lowered his lips to one of her breasts. His tongue licked over her sensitive nipple, while his hand pinched the other one, making the warm feeling in her stomach grow.

She wrapped her legs around him, deepening his thrusts while she ran her fingers through his copper locks; earning a low moan to fall from Charlie’s lips.

“You’re doing amazing, angel,” he praised; pushing Y/n to the edge of her high.

He knew she was close. He could feel her aching pussy tightening around him, as she started to buck her own hips, desperate for her release.

But she wasn’t the only one, Charlie could feel his own orgasm building. His once steady, rhythmic pattern had turned into frantic thrusts, a sign that he was as close to his high as Y/n was.

“I-I- fuck,” was all Y/n managed to say, her words turning into louder moans as her orgasm washed over her. Charlie wasn’t far behind, the feeling of her exploding on his cock was all he needed to reach his own high.

“You did so well, my love,” Charlie uttered, looking at Y/n with nothing other than adoration and love, a look that warmed Y/ns heart with pure happiness.

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Loki Laufeyson x Reader-Enough

An amazing request from Anon for my drabble writing challenge! Thank you so much for the request (I hope you don't mind that I added some angst to this as well)

I hope you all enjoy this! 💛

An Asguardian feast was always a typical way to celebrate a victory, yet despite all the faces and noise that filled the room, Loki's attention was only focused on one person, Y/n Y/l/n. Even from the other end of the busy hall, he noticed how breathtaking she looked, but to him, she always looked like this. He slowly made his way through the crowd of drunken Asguardians; the sound of her contagious laugh filling his ears, making him smile as all the surrounding sounds almost disappeared. Though his smile faded when he saw his brother standing next to her, his booming laugh echoing through the room. Loki was too far away to hear what they were saying but when he saw Thor's arm wrap around her shoulder he couldn’t help the jealousy that flowed through his veins.

Thor had every Asguardian woman swooning over him tonight but of course, he had to go for Y/n and that just made the rage burn even more furiously in Loki.

He quickly made his way out of the room, knowing no one would even notice that he was gone. He was always the forgotten brother, the one who lurked in the shadows compared to Thor who basked in the light and love of the Asguardian people. Part of him had even gotten used to it. But to see Y/n like that with Thor, that was what hurt him more than anything.

“Loki!” He heard a distant voice call out, halting his footsteps through the quieter halls, though when he saw who the voice belonged to, he wished he’d carried on walking because running towards him was, Y/n.

“Loki,” she called out again, removing her heels so she could run faster to reach him.

“Where are you going?” She asked, reaching out, grabbing Loki's arm lightly.

“Why do you care?” Loki spat, the rage flowing off of his tongue.

“Loki-”

“Just go back to the party, it seems you and my brother were getting pretty close,” he continued, feeling his heart break as the words left his mouth.

“Loki, what are you talking about?” Y/n asked, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“I saw how cosy you two were in there-”

“Loki, Thor is my friend, that’s it,” Y/n defended, only to earn a scoff from Loki in return.

“I do like somebody, but it is not Thor,” she stated, but Loki just shook his head in response.

“Loki,” Y/n spoke softly, her hand slowly running down his arm to his hand.

“I love you.” she confessed. At first, Loki thought he’d wandered into a dream but when he felt Y/n's fingers intertwine with his, it felt too real to be a dream. Her other hand rose to his face, caressing his cheek, knowing the fears that were running through his mind.

“I like you and only you,” she soothed, making sure to look into his eyes so he could see the truth in her words.

“But Thor-”

“Thor is not you,” She breathed, noticing the confusion in his eyes, before Loki even got a chance to respond to her words, she placed her lips on his and without missing a beat, Loki reciprocated her action.

“You are the only person I’ve ever felt this way about.” she whispered against his lips, Loki felt his heart swell as she said those words, seeing nothing but truth in her eyes.

“You are enough,” Y/n cooed, making Loki feel for the first time in a long time, that he was not only seen but loved.

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Draco Malfoy x Reader-You’re Mine

For my amazing friend @little-diable 8.5k celebration, congratulation my love, you deserve all of these followers and more, I have so much love for you and I’m so proud of you. 

I really hope you all enjoy this! 

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The morning rays of sunshine shone through the pristine white curtains of the honeymoon suite in the hotel. Draco Malfoy lied there, mesmerised by the beautiful figure of Y/n, his wife. That word sounded so foreign to him, yet it seemed to fit so well with Y/n. He never thought he’d be able to find love after everything he’d done in the past, but Y/n, she saw past everything that he’d done, she saw the man he was becoming...one that was much better than the teenager she’d been at school with. She never met to fall in love with him but she did and although Draco would never admit it to anyone other than Y/n, he’d always had a little crush on her and now they’d just spent their first night together as a married couple. 

“What’re you smiling about?” Y/n muttered, her gorgeous y/e/c eyes fluttering open slightly as she pushed away some of the strands of hair that covered her face.  Even when she was half asleep like this, Draco found her breathtaking. 

“I just can’t believe that you’re mine,” he cooed, shuffling over to her. Instantly he wrapped his arm around her, holding her closer than ever before, terrified that she’d vanish into a puff of smoke. Even though he’d been with her for the best part of two years,  part of him was always terrified that this was all just a dream and that sooner or later, he was going to wake up from it and be thrown back into the dark reality he’d been in before he met her.  She was his light. She was the person who inspired him to be better every day. 

“I can’t believe this is real..I feel like I’m in a dream...” he whispered, pressing a kiss on the top of her head. 

“This isn’t a dream, Draco,” Y/n whispered, her hand lightly tracing circles onto his bare chest. Even after all this time, her touch still sent waves of electricity through him. Slowly she lifted her head up to his, her lips ghosting over his, before placing a sweet kiss on his lips. 

“Did that feel real?” She whispered against his lips as she pulled away from the kiss, her eyes fixed on his. Draco tried to find the words to answer her, but all he could do was nod. A small smirk came on Y/n's face as she moved from Draco's embrace. Within seconds she was straddling him, placing open mouthed kisses across his exposed neck. Draco couldn’t help the quiet moan that fell from his lips when Y/n sucked on the sensitive part of his neck. Another smirk came across her face before she crashed her lips onto his. Draco never knew he was capable of loving someone so much until he met Y/n. She was perfect. And he couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life with her because this was real.

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George Weasley x Reader-Cuddles Before Class

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My eight entry to @girl-next-door-writes bingo challenge (fluff), hope you all enjoy!

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I was awoken by the pitter patter of rain hitting the glass windows; most of the days had been like this recently, maybe it was just because it was winter, so it shouldn’t surprise me all that much, but the weather seemed to match the mood most people at Hogwarts were feeling. It wasn’t the same. Not anymore, not since the Ministry sent Umbridge here. It was like she was a living breathing Dementor, she was just slowly sucking the joy out of the school, luckily Professor Dumbledore was still around to keep her in check. I hated her classes, I, like every other student in them, learnt absolutely nothing in them. Reading a book was nothing like actually casting the spells; which we needed now more than ever. I believed Harry entirely when he said that Voldemort was back, I knew others thought he was lying, but he was one of my best friends, I knew he wasn’t lying. We all knew that we needed to defend ourselves from the ever growing threat that hung over us even if the Ministry didn’t want us to. 

 I rolled onto my side only to be greeted by the peaceful face of no other than George Weasley. He’d been my rock throughout all of this, constantly reassuring me and listening to me rant about how unhappy I was here at the moment. Without him, I was certain I wouldn’t still be here. 

“Goodmornin’, love,” George muttered, his arms instantly wrapping around my waist to pull me closer into him. 

“Morning,” I whispered, placing a delicate kiss on his nose, making him scrunch up his nose slightly as a small chuckle escaped his lips. We stayed like that for a short while, neither of us saying a word, both of us just enjoying the tranquility we found in each other. I rested  my head on his chest with closed eyes, the sound of his heart beating steadily, his chest almost acting like a lullaby that was easily sending me to sleep. 

“We need to get to class,” he muttered, stroking my hair lightly. I just shook my head in response to his words and buried my head into the crook of his neck. 

“Who’s your first lesson with?” George asked, still continuing his soothing actions, making me want nothing more than to stay in bed, just like this, with him for the entire day or least of all through my first lesson.

“Toadface,” I simply answered, a sigh of realisation left George’s lips as he held me tighter, placing a soft kiss on the top of my head. 

“She’ll give you detention if you don’t go,” he whispered, the worry evident in his voice as one of his hands wrapped around one of my own. His  thumb tracing along the back of it, where the words ‘I must not be so naive’ once were, that I got as punishment for supporting Harry and standing up to her lies in class. 

“I know,” I sighed, opening my eyes to see his brown eyes looking down at me. 

“I just can’t today, I can’t deal with her voice, or her digs at Harry or her constant refusal to actually teach us magic,” I admitted, frustration lacing my voice, as I ran a hand along his bare chest. 

“She’ll hurt you if you’re not there though, love,” 

“I know…” I sighed, remembering the sharp pain that shot through my hand when I wrote the words onto the parchment. 

“C’mon,” George began, practically jumping out of the bed, causing my face to land on the soft sheet that once held Georges body. 

“Georgie…” I whined, pouting my lips as my eyes locked onto his. 

“I know you don’t wanna go baby but you need to, I’ll walk you to class and I’ll meet you as soon as it’s finished,” 

“She’s just a bully, love, don’t let her win,” George reassured, attempting to lure me out of bed with his words. 

“Fine, but don’t blame me if I kill her,” I sighed, sitting up in the bed, rolling my eyes in frustration, as I ran a hand through my hair.

“You wouldn’t kill her, love,” George chuckled as he began to get dressed.

“You seem awfully sure about that,”

“There’s no books in Azkaban and there’s no me, you’d miss my cuddles too much if you got sent there,” he pointed out, placing his tie around his neck.

“You do give very good cuddles,” I stated, kneeling up on the bed, grabbing his tie and placing a long kiss on George's soft lips, attempting (and failing) to pull him back onto the bed.

“Nuh uh uh, I know your game, love and being charming isn’t gonna get you anywhere,” He whispered against my lips, wrapping his arms around my waist and lifting me off of the bed. 

Sighing in defeat I grabbed my clothes from the chair that was beside the bed and quickly got dressed. 

“Happy now?” I asked, as did the final button up on my shirt. 

“Not in the slightest,” George muttered as he hooked his finger under my chin, connecting our lips in a delicate kiss. 

“I love you,” he cooed his lips ghosting over mine, his eyes looking deep into mine. 

“I love you too,” I mumbled, wrapping my arms around his waist, closing the gap between us. In an ideal world I would  just  stay here, in this room, my newly found safe haven with the man I loved but we didn’t live in an ideal world and George was right, I had to go to class otherwise I would get another detention. And that would just mean spending more time stuck with her. I just needed to get through this class and then I could be back here with George. 

“You’ve got this, love,” George reassured again, pressing a kiss to the side of my head before intertwining our fingers together and pulling me out of the room.

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Natasha Romanoff x Reader-I Miss You

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Requested by my dear friend @xacatalepsyx​: I know with your challenges and life in general you might be a bit busy, but I was wondering if you’ve got the time maybe you’d consider writing me a wee imagine for me…? 🥺🙏I’ve been in a marvel mood lately, and still can’t get over Nat’s death, (cause she was bloody amazing and I wont hear any less 😭), so I was hoping maybe you’d consider doing something with Nat and a reader/oc, whatever you’re up to do!I’d like it if it could be kept to the script, (I.e. Nat’s death), but the other details of the story are entirely up to you!

This is my first time writing for Natasha Romaoff so I hope you enjoy this 

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Third Person POV

“Hey sweetheart,” Natasha began, trying to work out what to say to the camera. It was Steve’s idea, Natasha refused to go to talk about the pain she was feeling about losing Y/n, but just like everyone else who lost someone to the snap, she was suffering. So this was Steve’s idea of helping, the only way he knew how. So he told her to make a video diary of sorts, for both her and Y/n. Part of her thought that this was a stupid idea, what was the point of her recording herself for Y/n when she’d never see it. But there was another part of her. A hopeful little spark in the assassins heart, that maybe, maybe one day Y/n would be able to see these videos. And if she didn’t, for now it was a form of therapy...for now at least.

“God I don’t even know what to say...a lot’s changed around here, I’m now working with some sort of space raccoon...that can talk,” a small chuckle laced her voice, but the sadness was buried deep in her eyes and she knew she couldn’t hide it. So she just continued to say everything that had been happening lately, how the world was adjusting to having half the population vanish, the meetings she’d had with al the leaders about it. Although she tried to stop her thoughts focusing on Y/n. Natasha had been on the run with Steve for two years, she didn’t think Y/n would want anything to do with her when she came back but as soon as they saw each other it was like nothing had changed. Y/n wasn’t mad. She didn’t shout. In fact the first thing Y/n did when she saw her, was hug her, so tight that Natasha thought she was gonna suffocate in the hug (not that she would’ve minded all that much). Natasha just wished she could’ve said goodbye before the snap happened. She was hoping the whole way back to the compound that she hadn’t been turned to dust, that she just had her phone on silent or something like that (Y/n was prone to doing things like that) but when the remaining avengers returned back to the compound, Natashas worst fear was confirmed. She just wished she could see Y/n again, even if it was for thirty seconds, just so that she could tell her how much she loved her, so she could smell the familiar vanilla scent of her perfume and hug her one last time...just one more time. But that wasn’t possible and Natasha knew that, though that didn’t stop the hopeful dreams of Y/ns return from flooding into her mind.

“I miss you, sweetheart, I really...really do,” Natasha breathed with a shaky breath, the tears now freely falling from her eyes. All she wanted to do was bring her back, even if it was just for a minute, just to tell Y/n how much she loved her. Just to hold her in her arms one more time, to hear her infectious laugh, to see her gorgeous eyes and her the smile that she fell in love with...she wanted to be able to say goodbye to Y/n but like everyone in the world who lost someone to the snap, she never got that chance. 

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Natasha tried to hide the excitement on her face when she turned on the camera, setting it down infront of her. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” She began, starting her video off the same way she’s started all the previous videos before. But this video was different than any of the other before. Natasha’s eyes looked brighter, more hopeful than any of the previous videos. 

“If you ever tell Tony I said this, I will deny all knowledge but he’s a genius,” she said a chuckle lacing her voice at the end, as she continued to explain the plan they’d all come up with. A wide smile tugging at her lips as the words,“We’re gonna bring everyone back.”left her mouth. 

“I’m gonna bring you back,” she whispered, her heart almost leaping out of her chest at the excitement of seeing Y/n again. For two years, Natasha had been on the run, never seeing Y/n until Thanos arrived and even then, the meeting between the pair was brief, no where near enough time for either of them to makeup for those lost year not with the war that was going on and Y/n understood that. She knew Natasha had a job to do, the plan was that once the war was over they’d make up for all the time that had been lost. The snap changed that all though but now, now the reality of getting Y/n back was starting to sink in and for the first time in five years Natasha found herself truly happy. 

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Y/ns POV

I looked around the room, confusion racing through my brain, my eyes . I was back at the compound. I couldn’t believe it. I was back home. I never gave up hope, I knew everyone that was left behind would find a way to bring us back. I didn’t know how they were gonna do it, but they did. And now I was back. I bolted down the stairs of the compound only to be met with a mixture of confused and relieved looks. 

“Y/n...?” Steve breathed, walking closer to me.

“I don’t know how you did it, but whatever you did, it worked,” I replied, before being pulled into a hug which I gladly reciprocated. I peered over his shoulder seeing all the familiar faces that I’d missed so much (and a few new faces) but the one face I longed to see, I couldn’t. 

“Where’s Nat?” I asked, pulling away from the hug slightly. I saw a frown tug at the super soldiers face when I mentioned her name, and his eyes looked away from mine, purposely avoiding my gaze. 

“Steve? Where’s Nat?” I asked again, the confusion and worry evident in my voice as my eyes landed on Clint who was already looking at me with a solemn look. 

“Clint?” I asked as he made his way towards me. I felt the worry grow inside me when I saw his bloodshot eyes. 

“I’m sorry...” He whispered as he pulled me into a tight hug, his head resting on the top of my head. 

“I’m so sorry Y/n...” he whispered again; I pulled away slightly to see the tears running down his face.

“We needed to get all the stones from different times to...to attempt to bring everybody back,” Tony explained from behind us, causing my eyes to focus on him.

“But...the souls stone..it needed a sacrifice-“ Clint muttered, squeezing my shoulder softly. I didn’t need to him to finish the sentence, I knew what he was saying. His eyes said it all. And in that moment, I felt my heart break. I practically collapsed into Clint’s arms, breaking down completely at the truth that was now setting in. Natasha sacrificed herself to bring everyone back...to bring me back. She was gone, she wasn’t coming back...I was never going to see her again. I was never going to be able to tell her how much loved her..I’d got my life back but I’d lost her.

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I left the others downstairs so that they could discuss the next steps for their plan. I went up to the bedroom Nat and I had shared before she went on the run with Steve. I noticed a few of my old jumpers lying on the bed, I picked one up, and the aroma of Nat’s perfume filled my nose. I held it close to my chest, as I fell down to my knees, the tears streaming down my eyes, wishing that I could just bring her back. 

A few moments passed and I heard a knock at the door, I didn’t answer, unable to find my voice in between the sobs. At my silence, the door opened and I saw Steve standing at the entrance. 

“Steve, I’m really not in the mood-“ I began only to be cut of by the knowing look of Steve. 

“To deal with people? I know, I’m not staying, I just thought I should give you this,” he explained with a sympathetic smile as he placed the camera down infront of me. 

“Why?”I asked sending him a quizzical look as I lightly picked up the camera. 

“Because it might help,” He said, squeezing my shoulder comfortingly before leaving the room. I looked at the camera for a few minutes, fighting myself on whether or not I should watch it or not. Tentatively I picked up the camera and clicked the play button. 

I felt my heart swell as the tears spilled from eyes when I heard the voice I longed to hear say “Hey sweetheart.” She’d changed so much, yet not at all. I saw the sadness in her eyes and I wanted nothing more than to reach through the camera and hug her as tight as I possibly could. 

“I miss you, sweetheart, I really...really do,” I heard her say and the words felt like a dagger to my heart. 

“I miss you too, baby,” I sobbed as I pulled the camera into my chest listening to her words. 

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Bucky Barnes x Reader-The Memories

I spent a lot of time wondering whether or not I should post this but after a long time of considering it, I thought I should. This is an extremely personal story but I hope that it helps anyone who needs it! 💖 

I just wanna say a huge thank you to @little-diable and @xacatalepsyx​ who’ve supported me so much while writing this💖 

Warnings: Sexual Assault (if this triggers you do not read below the cut)

~Every seven years, the cells in your entire body will be destroyed and replaced with new cells. One day, I will have a body you will have never touched~

I watched as the clock struck midnight, marking four years since it happened. Four years to the day since my world turned upside down. Four years since my view on the world changed. Four years...and yet it still felt like it’d only happened yesterday. I never thought it would happen to me, least of all by a family member, but it did. The thought of it is always there, even on my good days it’s there, lingering like a cursed thought in the back of my mind, but on days like today, the memory was in the forefront of my mind. 

I carefully sat up in bed, hugging my knees to my chest, knowing that if I closed my eyes I would be taken back there; I’d be locked in that flat with him. The thoughts alone were enough to terrify me, but I always found a way to distract myself, but if I slept I would be trapped in a nightmare. That scene replaying itself constantly in my head. 

I glanced over at Bucky, the light brown messy locks of his hair covering the side of his face as he slept. It wasn’t often that Bucky had a peaceful night sleep but Fury had been sending him on so many missions lately it wasn’t much of a surprise that he was exhausted so the last thing I wanted to do was disturb him. I leaned over slightly and stroked a few of the stray strands away from his face, lightly brushing my lips against his cheek before making my way downstairs. 

I sat in front of the TV, letting the sounds of whatever tv show was playing surround me as I opened up my photo album; attempting to get lost in happier memories. I flicked through a few pages before I came across a page full of pictures of me and Bucky. I traced my index around the outline of his face, the goofy smile he was pulling instantly making me smile a little bit. After the assault, I was terrified of everyone, I couldn’t even leave my house the first few months after it happened, terrified that someone was going to do something to me. I was even scared of the Avengers, I locked myself away in my house living in a recurring nightmare that I couldn’t seem to wake up from and even when I did sleep, he was there in my mind, haunting me like a ghost. 

One day, Bucky came over, he waited outside my door for the best part of four hours until I opened the door reluctantly to him, instantly he knew something was wrong. I still remember the sadness and shock in his eyes when I flinched as he went to hug me. I never thought I could be with anyone, mentally or physically after what had happened but Bucky proved me wrong. He helped me through the panic attacks and the nightmares. He stayed up with me for entire evenings sometimes, sometimes we’d talk and comfort each about the nightmares that still followed us. other times he’d just sit on the other side of the sofa and read me a story, The Hobbit was always his favorite and in all honesty it was nice to just slip away from reality for a while, listening to his voice as he read the tale of this fantasy world and then there were times where we’d just sit in silence watching a whatever tv show or movie was playing at the time. Over time, we started going out of the house together, at first it was just to the corner shop down the road, then it was to the park that was ten minutes away from my house and then the two of us would just go on random adventures together; it wasn’t easy. There were good days and bad days, even something so simple as a look or a word could bring all the memories flooding back like a tidal wave. I felt like I was broken, dirty, damaged goods but Bucky would always be there to remind me that I was still me, that I was a survivor. And most importantly, that I wasn’t alone. Two and a half years later,  we started dating. He wasn’t just my boyfriend though, he was my best friend, as cliche as that sounds but it’s the truth. I trusted him, completely. 

“Babe?” I heard Buky drowsily call out as he walked down the stairs, a small smile tugged at his lips when he saw me curled up on the sofa, my photo album lying across my lap. 

“You doing okay?” He asked, sitting down next to me, placing a delicate kiss on the side of my head, his metal hand lightly wrapping around mine. 

“I’m getting there,” I whispered, giving him a small reassuring smile. 

“ C’mere,” he mumbled, lifting his arm up slightly so I could snuggle up next to him. We stayed like that for a while in a comfortable silence as I continued to flick through the pages of the photo album. His arms wrapped around me, acting like a shield, protecting me from the thoughts he knew were swimming around in my head. 

“Y’know how strong you are right?” He cooed, his hands tracing small comforting circles on my arm.

“I wouldn’t have gotten this far without you,” 

“You would’ve, doll, I just gave you a helping hand when you needed it,” I smiled, placing a delicate kiss on his cheek, before setting the album down on the table. After a while we went from sitting on the sofa to lying on it, my head on his exposed chest, the sound of his steady heartbeat acting almost like a soothing lullaby while his arms were wrapped around me, holding me close. He was my safe haven. I knew I could be any version of myself with him and he’d stay; I could have days were I’d laughing and joking just like I did before other days I could be in tears, not being able to shake the thoughts from my head; but he’d be there for both days and every type of day in between. 

“I love you, Buck,” I hummed, my lips pressing a gentle kiss on his chest. 

“I love you too, doll,” he hummed back, squeezing my body slightly before lifting my chin lightly , pulling me in for a short but sweet kiss. 

“Can you read to me?” I asked against his lips. 

“Of course I can,” A warm chuckle left his lips as he reached over to the table, grabbing the book that was sitting on there. He waited  a few minutes for me to get comfortable before he read the words “In a hole in the ground there lived a Hobbit,” I couldn’t help the smile that came across my face as I closed my eyes, intently listening to the words he was reading, his voice soothing all the demons in my head and his words creating a much happier picture in my mind then what could’ve been. 

I wasn’t 100% okay, in all honesty, I doubt I’ll ever be 100% okay; what happened was something that was going to affect me for the rest of my life and I knew that; but four years ago, I never would’ve thought I could get this far. I’m still here. I’m still fighting and no matter how hard it seems sometimes to get through the day, I will continue to fight; not only for myself, but for anyone who’s gone through something like me. To show that even in your darkest days, there’s still hope. 

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