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I had bigger plans in replying to this, Kelli, but my brain is mush from a lot of things. So let me just salt this wound real quick.
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Can of worms = opened
WHO DARES DISTURB MY SLUMBER?
I had bigger plans in replying to this, Kelli, but my brain is mush from a lot of things. So let me just salt this wound real quick.
Memory Loss // 04
Pairings: Sam Wilson x Reader
Chapter Summary: You went completely underground, much to Sam’s frustration. It was only when the flowers bloomed in Paris during the spring that you emerged again.
Word Count: 4,036
Warnings: angst, canon level violence, language, mentions of alcohol
A/N: This story was my October love and because life got in the way, I was forced to abandon it. It was such a delight (and relief) to come back to it. I hope y’all enjoy this chapter.
Paris
Sam was a man of routine; it was practically the only thing that kept him focused throughout the winter.
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Don’t mind me, I’ll just be over in my corner absolutely devastated by these turns of events and the potential of more opportunities for you to absolutely make me sit down with my feelings without distraction. So thanks for that.
Sam is always rescuing people - I know he’s made for it, but a darker part of me sees it the way most villains would in order to exploit his savior complex. I love him for his suave exterior, but he’s leaving himself vulnerable and I’m terrified for him.
Even more terrified for our reader. Revenge is a bitter thing, and no one talks about the lack of satisfaction when it’s achieved. Human error always makes us think “this is different, this is the exception”.
I’m going to my corner now, and if you hear sniffling it’s because I’ve hurt my own feelings thinking about what these two are about to meet in Moscow.
Memory Loss // 03
Pairings: Sam Wilson x Reader
Chapter Summary: All roads lead to Rome. On edge after one too many nightmares, you’re dismayed to run into Sam again and take things a little too far.
Word Count: 2,995
Warnings: angst, canon level violence, language, mentions of alcohol
A/N: Thank you to everyone who had to wait for this update while I was sick! I hope you like. 💕
Rome
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Well isn’t there just a fuck ton of baggage to unpack here?
First of all, I’m aching after that nightmare. Okay sure, plow me over with that, why don’t you?
And then the ever optimistic Sam Wilson with the only kind of luck a good man has gets shot in his shoulder on this mission for Steve, for Bucky and god knows now it’s for the reader, too.
I love your Sam.
Memory Loss // 02
Pairings: Sam Wilson x Reader
Chapter Summary: After the Battle at the Triskelion, Sam begins his search for Bucky Barnes and meets you in the process.
Word Count: 1,034
Warnings: mentions of death and murder
A/N: Sam really is charming, isn’t he?
Washington, DC
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I love Sam Wilson. I love him. I wish I could elaborate, but I think you know what I mean.
Is this like calling to like? There’s something between them, like a thread of understanding that I can’t place. It’s too hidden right now, but I can feel it’s there. And that’s a testament to your quality of understanding these characters and making them feel so real.
Your pivotal moments are so cinematic and I swear to you, this belongs in the MCU. I said what I said.
Memory Loss // 01
Pairings: Sam Wilson x Reader
Chapter Summary: In the weeks after your escape from the Red Room, you stayed in London looking for safety and some trace of your identity. But you couldn’t stay for long.
Word Count: 786
Warnings: angst, canon level violence, amnesia, alcohol
A/N: Here we go, fam! If you’re a regular reader of mine, this mini-series is going to be wildly different than what you’re used to. I hope you like it!
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This is devastating and powerful, Kelli. Our reader feels like a cave system of mystery, pain and even terrifying power. There’s hardly a thing more threatening than a woman determined.
I think this is going to be a fast favorite of mine, and I’m very lucky to get to try to binge it today.
Guess who is gonna catch up on fics this weekend?
It’s me.
Dangerous Woman (Oberyn Martell x Reader)
Chapter 1
Rating: This chapter is quite tame, but future chapters will be explicit…. 18+ only.
Word Count: 2.8K
A/N: This is a modern day version of Oberyn and there will be very little tie in to Game of Thrones. It focuses mainly on the character.
Summary: You aren’t excited to go to your friend’s house rager, but you have to be there for her. Things change when you spot a mysterious man who may or may not run a sex club.
Content: Brief mentions of a sex club, drinking.
Playlist: Dangerous Woman on Spotify
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Okay, okay, okay. Deep breaths. I can’t be unbiased on this because we’re friends, it’s impossible, but OH MY GOD YOU ARE WRITING AGAIN AND I AM SO EXCITED.
Modern day Oberyn Martell: you’ve hooked me already. Sex club owner modern day Oberyn Martell? Buddy. I’m gesturing wildly in a way that’s supposed to indicate how beside myself I am with the thought of him owning - I can’t even.
STARING FROM ACROSS THE ROOM!! I feel like there’s some potential that you’ve found my weaknesses for tropes in fic and now by god you are exploiting my sensitivities. I’m convinced it’s that burning look, the stand off of “no you come here” and boy howdy that really does it for me.
And the causal touching?!?? Grazes and barely there, oh my god. I’m buzzing just thinking about it.
I think I have a date, she says. YOU KNOW GOOD AND DAMN WELL THAT IS A DATE, MA’AM.
I’m feeling an awful lot of flustered right now. Thank you for sharing this and for getting back into the world of fic writing!! I’m happy to have you back 💕
It pains me to write this, but I've come to the decision to deactivate my account(s). (I don't know when just yet, but soon.) Believe me, I didn't come to this decision easily. It's been going 'round and 'round in my head for months, and I think that right now, with everything I've got going on in my life and my mental health, this is the best thing for me.
For any interested, my writing will remain on AO3. If you'd like, feel free to subscribe. If not, no worries. I know I haven't written anything recently, and I'm not sure when I'll pick it back up, but I hope to see y'all there.
I've loved interacting with you all; reading your comments, getting your asks, seeing all of your love and support. I will miss you more than you even know.
Hey there, friend.
I will treasure your work and the light you brought to this site and fandom, and I’ll never forget befriending one of my favorite fic writers and having the honor of getting to know you during your time on tumblr. I’m lucky to know you and have been gifted the opportunity to read your fics (and sometimes have a peek behind the curtain).
Love you, sweet friend 💕
Me waiting for my WIP to write itself:
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I see the Ray Ban spam posts have made their way to tumblr 🙄
to my fellow americans - please, please take care of yourself during this horrifying, terrifying moment. if the news is too much, turn it off. if you need to talk, you can dm me. this is an insane moment in our country and it is a culmination of everything that’s been happening, in the worst way.
well hello there.
would anyone be interested in a drabble night this week?
(I’ve slowly been writing but I need to clean some rust out.)
31 with Bucky from the prompts you just reblogged please 🥺
hi my love!!!!!! 🖤 you want 31, you got 31.
Bucky knows he’s distracting, knows he can command all attention by flashing a disarming grin, handing out that Brooklyn charm like it’s candy. He knows he draws eyes when he walks around the compound post-workout in compression t-shirts that leave very little mystery to the sheer artwork that is his body.
You’ll never fault him for it, oh no. He’d worked too hard, relived too much, to not be able to feel comfortable and confident and so self-assured. In your eyes, he’d earned it - you just wish it wasn’t so frustrating for you.
You, who’d been reprimanded by Natasha for nearly drooling on the breakfast counter when he walked in post-shower, broad, bare chest and gleaming prosthetic on full display; you, who’d taken a Falcon punch to the nose because Bucky had been in the corner at the squat rack; you, who just can’t seem to pull yourself together around him.
It’s so aggravating living with some of the most attractive people in the world, but it’s even more so when Bucky seems to know the effect he has, how your tongue feels fat and heavy in your mouth whenever those massive biceps flex, or those icy eyes glitter with mirth.
It’s one of those days when he strolls into the kitchen, once against without a shirt, basketball shorts drooping low enough on his hips to show off both his black boxers and that delectable Adonis belt carved into his form. The cereal you’d just shoved into your mouth plops back out, splashing into the bowl and sending milk and granola onto the counter.
The sound draws the super soldier’s gaze, and— is it just you or is he already smirking?
You attempt to pull yourself back together, but the jerk simply saunters forward, leans that beautiful torso across the counter, and reaches with his flesh hand towards you. Your brain freezes, and so does your body. Like an out of body experience, you can only watch and wait with held breath as his thumb brushes across your lip.
“Hey, sweetheart, you’ve got something on your lip. Here, let me.”
And then, just to really kick your heart into cardiac arrest, he brings his thumb, dotted with spilled milk, to his mouth and sucks. A smarmy sparkle in his eye, he takes a water bottle from the fridge and exits the room.
You don’t breath until you’re back in your bedroom.
Excuse me.
I’m clutching my pearls, my feathers are ruffled and I am somehow perfectly fine with it. Razzle dazzle me, Mr. Barnes 🥵
Happy End of 2020! Steph! You’re so delightful and I adore talking with you and seeing you on my dash! Thank you for helping make this year a little bit better just by being here! I hope 2021 brings you nothing but joy and love! ❤️💛🧡💚💙💜🖤🤍🤎❣️💕💞💓💗💖💘💝💟💌💋
I crawled out of my assisted living facility to find a lovely message from a sister geriatric member of the fanfic fandom 🥺💕
Promise me you’ll not let me win our next walker race down the hall?
This is the best response ever 🤣😂🤣🙂🤣
I don’t let you win! You keep on hitting my kneecap with your pearl handled cane!!!
My cane makes me feel fancy, I can’t help that I forget it’s not about to bite me or something 👀 I mean, for heavens sake I’m actually 30, you can’t expect me to be in my right mind if I’m this old and writing FANFICTION
Hey fellow grandma. Since we're SO OLD in this fandom, what do you think about us writing a chronicle of stories with the guys exclusively as senior citizens meeting readers in places like the bingo hall, the cafeteria in senior living community, and the bench at the park?
Obviously the readers are also senior citizens, like they have to at least be 31 for it to be realistic.
Oh, for sure. Picture this: I’ve knitted myself a sweater with a puppy on it AND a matching one just for Sam. And then we peeled them off of each other for sexy time because CLEARLY OLD PEOPLE HAVE SEX, TOO.
Kelli, I will drown you in ice water if you ever imply people over thirty have sex and wear cool sweaters again.
You mean....I get to go on a date with Steve Rogers? Only if he looks like this:
Can I order a bingo rivals to lovers slowburn with Bucky, please?
I strangely need this in my life.
My stay here was so dull B-4 I met you
Happy End of 2020! Steph! You’re so delightful and I adore talking with you and seeing you on my dash! Thank you for helping make this year a little bit better just by being here! I hope 2021 brings you nothing but joy and love! ❤️💛🧡💚💙💜🖤🤍🤎❣️💕💞💓💗💖💘💝💟💌💋
I crawled out of my assisted living facility to find a lovely message from a sister geriatric member of the fanfic fandom 🥺💕
Promise me you’ll not let me win our next walker race down the hall?
Happy birthday
Thank you!! I didn’t see this one until today (the day after the big day).
Y’all. I’m 30.