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Reality

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary - Natasha had always had nightmares, but your imagination seemed to cover your grief as Nat wakes up with tears in her eyes again. Goodbyes never were pleasant.

Warnings; Sad.

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The gentle sounds of snores lingered in the air. Natasha's warmth radiated off her body and onto your own, relaxing you into a state of serenity you wished you could keep forever. Still, the quite relaxing atmosphere wasn't enough to put you back to sleep. Your eyes traced Natasha's features as her gentle breathing fanned your face.

She was stunning. Everything about her was so perfect it felt surreal such beauty existed. Her eyes, when they were open of course, were tender while her jawline sharp. The perfect contrast.

You got lucky. Really fucking lucky. Maybe the younger you. The one before the world corrupted your head, the happy you, wouldn't question if you deserved such love. Maybe someday you'll realise that you really loved her, more than life itself.

You were still waiting for that day. The small whine escaped Natasha's mouth pulled you from your thoughts. Her brows were now furrowed, a slight frown visible in her features. You lifted yourself up with the help of your elbow, lightly pressing your palm to her cheek. She flinched, still deep in sleep.

Your brows creased in confusion, your thumb wiping away the single tear that ran across the bridge of her nose.

"Hey, Nat?" You whispered, careful as not to scare her more than she already seemed to be. She only got worse, her body curled up into a ball, her hands flinching up towards her face as if to protect herself. Your heart broke as you sat up fully, carefully grabbing her shoulder and shaking it to wake her up from her nightmare. She flinched yet again at your touch, but relaxed into it when she realised you weren't going to hurt her.

Her breathing became rapid, breaths short. She brought her knees to her chest, burying her head further her into the pillow as one of her hands scratched at your leg when she felt contact on her body. It didn't hurt, you were more concerned about the state she was in.

Sweat appeared on her face, a thin layer covering her forehead as she whimpered pleads into the air.

She woke up with a gasp, her hands instantly grabbing your wrists in self defence. She squeezed your skin harshly, sitting up as her breathing hitched.

"Love, you're okay. It's me." You whispered and she immediately let go of your hands. She was shaking, her whole body now covered in a thin layer of sweat. She wouldn't look you in your eye, only staring at your wrists where she held you seconds before, then her gaze turned to look at your leg where she'd scratched. Then her head dropped completely.

You covered the scratch marks with one of your hands while the other caressed strands of hair behind her ear.

"Nat?"

Her whole body shook, hair sticking to her wet forehead. Gently, you moved your hand so it gripped the back of her neck, bringing her closer to your chest. It wasn't long before she was sobbing into your shoulder, soaking the material of your shirt with her tears.

You kissed the top of her forehead, whispering sweet nothings into her hair while drawing shaped into her shoulder. She hand gripped your shirt, trying to pull you impossibly close to her. You didn't mind, you continued to try and relax her as she calmed down, slowly but surely her breathing returning to normal.

Her hand caressed where she scratched your skin, where she left red marks in your leg. You intertwined your fingers with hers, stopping her from touching the scratches.

"Don't worry about it," you told her, giving her a final kiss before lifting your arm, her hand still interwoven with yours, to lift her head from under her chin. Her eyes glistened with the tears she sobbed out seconds before, eyes red and puffy.

"Love, it wasn't your fault,"

She stared into your eyes a little longer before dropping her head back down and placing it on your chest.

"Why aren't you mad?" She whispered, running her thumb up and down your hand.

"I'd never be mad at you, love."

A scoff left her throat. "No. Why aren't you mad I left?"

"What?"

"I saved you, I brought you back."

"What are you talking about?" You questioned. Her body disconnected from yours, lifting her head she smiled up at you, bringing a hand up to your cheek.

"You need to move on. I brought you back. Go live it with someone real. Someone who'll take care of you." A tear escaped your eye. Nat was quick to wipe it away.

"Don't leave me again," you cried in a whisper. "I need you Nat."

She smiled again, the tears that once represented sadness now gone, eyes filled up with hope, a feeling that told you that you were ready.

"I need to go now. Don't push everyone away. For me please. Remember I loved you so much,"

"Come visit me again?" You sobbed, still holding her in your arms. "I can't do this without you. Just one more time, please. I love you so much,"

"You said last time 3 times ago." She giggled, dropping her arm from your cheek. "Promise me, you'll let me go,"

You shook your head immediately, breaking eye contact from her gaze. You wiped your nose with the sleeve of the hoodie you wore.

"It's okay." She cooed.

"Let me go,"

You blinked down at her. Her body no longer there. Tears rolled down your cheeks, arms holding the pillow she used to sleep on. You sniffed, trying to regulate your breathing, trying to fight to urge to call her back. But you knew. You knew she wouldn't come back. Maybe the younger you, the one when Natasha was alive, didn't realise that you were unconditionally in love with her.

Now that day has come. And you spend it alone, cradling the pillow she slept on while you lay in bed with her favourite hoodie hugging your shoulders.

You were ready. Both of you were.

At least she knew you loved her in the end.

And you knew she loved you back.

Me: Not again.....

Also Me: *sobs*😭😭😭😭😭😭

HAWKEYE | So This is Christmas?

Y/N: I really admire your passion.

Nat: Thank you.

Y/N: You remind me of Winston Churchill, not the way you speak, but the way you walk.

Nat, confused: Thank you?

Just read it 😭😭😭🤧🤧

History (Alexia Putellas x reader)

A/N: Am I happy with this, i’m not sure but I started and finished it so why not post it.

There was a lot of history behind El Classico and over the last couple of years the women’s game became just as highly anticipated as then mens. With you leading Madrid and Alexia leading Barcelona. You were two of the best players in Spain, during the league you despised each other and with the national team you managed to play well together but that’s the limit to your partnership. It was a rivalry that went deeper than the surface, you and Alexia both having different reasons for the hostility you showed each other.

For the first time in the clubs history both El Classico’s would take place on the same day. The women had a 12 o’clock kick off at Estadio Alfredo Di Stefano and the men would be play at the Bernabéu at 4 o’clock. 

All of the Real Madrid girls would attend the game. Some planned on watching it their families, whilst others including you, had been invited to watch the game from one of the owners box’s. A few of your team mates asked if they could invite some of the Barcelona players to watch the game with them and who were you to say no. 

Your match was challenging to say the least. Both teams wanted to put on a show given that the game was sold out. You and Alexia butted heads, figuratively speaking, several times. That is until the last ten minutes of the game, the game is tied 0-0 and you have a corner. You jump for the head when your Barcelona counter part elbows you the face. 

Alexia tries to check on you but you know it is fake concern which only pisses you off more. 

“Really, we’re playing kind of game are we?” You shove her away. 

“I didn’t even touch you” within seconds she is back in your face. 

“Captains, everything alright?” The referee comes on to you. 

“Ask her again in a few minutes” you body check Alexia before going back to you position. 

Alexia watches you walk away and for a brief moment she allows her eyes to linger. The White kit really did suit you, this season you opted for white boots meaning then when you play at home you are in white head to toe. Your naturally tanned skin making your muscle look like they were sculpted. The sight alone reignited feelings she once buried deep.

During the final play of the game Olga plays you a ball down the wing and as you run for it Alexia is right in your tail. Seeing Nahikari making her way to the box, you know you need to slow the play down to give her time, this means you have to go one of one with Alexia. Knowing getting around her will be difficult you choose option B, go through her. 

You do so cleanly and she cannot argue the tackle. You send the ball in and it lands perfectly at Nahkiri feet who then slots it in the back of the net. 

You run past Alexia to celebrate with your team but not before turning around sending her a smug wink. 

The game ends 1-0. The women have done their job now it’s a quick shower and change so that you can see if the men can do theirs. 

You look around the pitch at full time and see that a few Barcelona players have family in the crowd and are staying out to talk to them, Alexia included. 

“You and Y/N re getting worse.” Alba states and Alexia ignores her sisters question knowing that she is right.

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