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Soooo, this is from my new AU fanfic that I’m kinda working on…but it may also be kinda on backburner, but idk, we’ll see XD
Day 7: “I love you and all, but…”
MCs: Steve & Natasha
“I love you and all, but…this will never work out for us, Steve.”
Steve’s lips stopped just inches from hers. He raised an eyebrow. “Why not? I love you Nat, you know I do. We’ve known each other for years and now we’ve been officially dating for almost two years. How could this not work between us?”
Natasha closed her green eyes, unable to meet his questioning blue, forcing back pain, forcing back reminders, forcing back memories.
“You know why.”
“Natasha,” Steve’s hands rested on her cheeks, “I don’t care if we can’t have a kid.”
Natasha pulled away from his grip and shook her head, indignant. “Yes, you do.”
“No, I don’t,” Steve brushed hair from her eyes; Natasha opened her eyes and met his, “I just want you.”
A few tears, against her will, pricked her eyes and escaped her eyelids. “Steve…don’t do this. You deserve better.”
“Better than you? There’s no such thing.”
Steve’s smile was genuine. His blue eyes sparkled with promise, with safety. Natasha would always be safe with him.
And even if they could never have a child, they could still marry and be in love the rest of their lives.
Natasha pressed her forehead to his. “Okay.”
“Does that mean you’ll say yes when I ask you to marry me soon? I already have the ring.”
Natasha chuckled. “Way to spoil the surprise. If you already have it, why don’t you just ask me now?”
Steve grinned and stepped away from where Natasha was leaning against the wall. He quickly got down onto one knee, pulling something out of his uniform pocket. “Well then, Natasha Romanoff, will you make me the happiest Avenger in the world and let me be your husband?”
Natasha nodded without a moment of hesitation. “Yes.”
Steve slipped the engagement ring onto her finger, stood, and kissed her, long and deep.
Natasha wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him, holding him close.
It was the two of them…forever and always.
Until Annia came along, that is.
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Gonna go on ahead and do Day 8 probably today bc I have an idea 😂
Thanks girl 😊
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Aww, so sweet!! ❤️
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I wrote this for Day 8!!!
Day 8: Hands
MCs: Reuben & Anna Grace
His handwriting was sloppy…barely readable…barely tangible.
Reuben groaned, bunching up yet another piece of paper. He threw it, missing the open trashcan by inches.
He couldn’t even throw!
What could he do with only one, useless arm anyhow!?
He huffed and brushed a strand of his dark brown hair off of his sweaty forehead.
Joshua had come to visit. He had hugged him, told him it was going to be okay, reminded him that God’s will was best. He acted as if nothing had ever even happened.
But it didn’t…none of it changed the fact. He only had one arm. He’d never be able to hug Anna Grace or hold his precious daughter, his little cupcake, his Elsie, ever again.
It wasn’t fair.
It didn’t seem right.
He was being faithful to God, trusting him. He was fighting for America even though he didn’t want to fight in combat, all for his nation, all for his family.
Why couldn’t someone else be the one to lose an arm?
He was good, or at least trying to be.
So why did it have to be him? How could God let this happen to him?
Tears escaped his blue-green eyes and coursed down his cheeks.
He was surrounded by white walls…lights…curtains…IVs…all kinds of things that reminded him of where he was. It also reminded him how and why he was there.
Reuben angrily wiped tears from his eyes.
The door opened, and rushed, heeled footsteps clicked against the floor. “Reuben, oh Reuben!”
Anna Grace descended upon him in a moment, red hair flying around her, coming loose from the bun at the nape of her neck, her arms wrapping around him, her lips meeting his over and over again. “Reuben, oh darling.” Tears coursed down her cheeks in droves.
Reuben reached up and tucked a strand of his wife’s long red hair behind her ear. He forced a smile he didn’t entirely feel. “Good morning, darling.” He used his arm to pull her onto the hospital bed, sitting up in bed. He kissed her again.
“Oh Reuben…I’m so happy you’re home. I was so scared.”
“Where’s Elsie?”
“I left her with Adinah. Oh darling, I love you so much, and I’m so happy-“
Reuben closed his eyes. “Anna…I think we need to,” he swallowed hard; this was so hard to say, “I think we need to get divorced.”
Anna Grace’s green eyes widened slightly, full of confusion, full of sadness. “Darling, why would you say that? I love you; I do, you know I do, and you love me.”
“Anna…”
“Reuben, there is no way I would ever divorce you. God brought us together, and he has made us one.”
Reuben closed his eyes, forcing back more tears. “Anna, you don’t understand…”
“Reuben, you’re finally home, and I couldn’t be happier. Why would I ever-?”
“I don’t want to burden you, Anna, that’s why!”
Anna Grace blinked several times.
Reuben, eyes opened, placed a kiss to her jaw. “I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to yell. I think we should get divorced…it would be best for you and for Elsie.”
Anna Grace shook her head, fast and firm. “No, it wouldn’t. I will never love another man the way I love you, Reuben…never. It would not be good for either one of us.”
“Yes, Anna,” he closed his eyes again; clenched his fist, “it would be better for you both if we got divorced.”
“Reuben,” Anna Grace placed a kiss to his lips; laid her hands on his cheeks, “why would you ever say something like that?”
Reuben opened his eyes again, tears pricking at his eyes, collecting on the very edges of his eyelids. “I don’t want to burden you and Elsie with a crippled husband and father.”
“Reuben.”
“I can’t even hug you; I can’t even hold Elsie. It’s going to be hard to find work, and I still have months to recover from the amputation and surgery. It will be hard for me to provide for both of you, and I-I don’t want to burden you with that.”
“Reuben Israel Baumann, I don’t want to hear you say that ever again. You are not a cripple, and even if you were, I would choose you over every other man on this planet.”
“Anna Grace…I’ve lost an arm.”
“Darling, that doesn’t matter. You can still find a job. You’re smart and talented, and persistent. You’ll find work, and we’ll be fine. But I don’t want to ever hear you say you’re a cripple again. You’re not a cripple, and you’re my husband and Elsie’s father. We’ll figure this out, Reuben…and do you know how?”
Reuben gave his wife a small smile.
The first smile he truly felt in months.
He grabbed her hand. Her other hand laid over top of his. He squeezed her hand…and nodded, giving her a long, lingering kiss, their hands still intertwined. “Together.”
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oh my gosh, i just wrote that as a tag, not as a reason for editing
ughhhhhhhhhh 🤦♀️
my brain is dead today
thank goodness I’m gonna be taking a break from writing today. 🤣😅😆
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Oh my word, how sad but so sweet!! 🥰
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@freedomwriter76 MY (YOUR BUT MY ADOPTED XD) BABY REUBEN 😭
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#ProtectSebAlso…I missed yesterday cuz I was a bit busy but I am excited to write it!!! And I’ll get to write todays too soooo yea I’ll hopefully have thosE up later!
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Awwww I love both of those
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Guys guess what?! This isn’t fanfiction XD It’s my actual novel (which has been a slow process to write XD)
so this is actually going to be a scene in my actual book, but it might get changed a little bit XD
Day 7: I love you and all but…
MCs: Anakin & Alex (Alexa)
“Sir Alexa would like to speak to you,” One of the soldiers said looking at me.
I sighed, she hated me, and no matter how many times I tried to deny it, that broke my heart. “Take the others to the ship I’ll get her.”
I walked over to Alex as my men walked the others away, Tristan had been giving me dirty looks and yelling at me, and I couldn’t blame him.
Alex stood at the edge of the cliff looking into the horizon.
“If you called me so I could listen to you not talk to me or so I could apologize, you should know I’m not going to do either.”
“I loved you,” Alex looked at me, her blue eyes filling with tears.
“I loved you but… it was an act,” I fought back tears, I couldn’t show her that I was upset.
“Then you’re a pretty good actor,” a single tear fell down Alex’s cheek. “I don’t know what hurts the most, the fact that I’m going to jail for the rest of my life or the fact that my brother is going to jail too… but I think what hurts the most is losing you or who you pretended to be.”
Tears started to roll down my face but Alex wiped them away, setting her hand on the side of my face, and looking into my eyes with her sea-blue ones.
“Was there a part of you that wasn’t pretending?” Alex asked in a shaky voice.
“Possibly but I’ve learned to tune that part out.”
Alex looked away and let out a sob, that broke my heart.
“Maybe in a different place or time, we could’ve worked out,” I stated, but truthfully I wanted us to work out now, right here.
“Maybe… but I can’t help but wonder if that’s just another lie,” Alex turned away from me, moving her hand away from my face. “I think this is goodbye,”
“Alex wait!” I watched in pain as she walked towards the ship. Technically she was supposed to listen to me, but I didn’t blame her for not.
Alex turned back, “You know you’re not your father, his anger doesn’t fit you.”
“It’s the only thing I have left of him…” I slipped on my helmet and let the tears roll down my face. No one could see my tears, and no one could see my pain. I was alone in my agony, alone in my pain.
Do me a favor…. Tell Cress I meant it
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*points to story up there*
Do me a favor…. Tell Cress I meant it
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NAT & STEVE! AHHH! *whispers* are they going to have a miracle baby?!?!?!
I rolled the log over and underneath was a tiny little stick and I was like, "That log had a child
That was SO sad! 😭
I rolled the log over and underneath was a tiny little stick and I was like, "That log had a child
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