What's a cutie like you doing in a graveyard like this? You looking for a good time? I'm sure I can find something you'll like.😉
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My name is Zombie (she/they) and I run this little section of Tumblr. You won't know if I'm following you or not because this is a side-blog. And all asks from are on Anon, but I will sign my name to them.
I do some writing, here and there. Currently the majority of my writing is for CEvans and SStan characters, though Cavill and Hiddleston are quickly climbing the ranks. I've also got a smattering of other characters that I'd love to write more for if I get the time/interest.
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Warnings:
This is an 18+, NSFW, Minors DNI blog.
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A/N: Written for the June Jukebox Scribbles. Prompt:“I feel a premonition”
Word Count: 197
James had been in the field often enough that he could sense when something was off. He could never explain it beyond, "I feel a premonition." It was like a sixth sense telling him a predator was stalking, a venomous snake was in the vicinity, a thief is going for his wallet.
He'd hoped that being with you would help him calm his nerves, and it did. For a bit. But when your companionship turned into something romantic, his nerves picked up again. He was scared to lose you. He needed to protect you. He couldn't relax until he knew you were safe.
The only time he could rest, give his nervous system a break, was when he was in your arms. You held him with such gentle strength it was easy to melt into your touch. Your hands gently rubbing up and down his back helped ground him. Nuzzling your face against him tells him he's wanted, appreciated. He feels safe.
Your apartment is his sanctuary. Your arms are his reprieve. When you're with him, there is nothing he needs to focus on outside of you.
And he'll love you forever for that feeling of safety.
Summary: bucky braids his daughter's hair before he has to go away on a mission. [WC 254] [Ao3]
Warnings: fluff with a HINT of angst, OC!Daughter named Kobalt
A/N: originally posted to a very old blog in 2016. located, and am now posting it again after editing it. any mistakes, lmk. Otherwise, please remember to reblog!
The sounds of a child giggling was heard throughout the apartment as the small child ran away from her father. “Oh, come on,” Bucky pleaded, though he was smiling. “Kobalt, come on,” he continued chasing her through the apartment, almost cornering her in the bathroom before she ran between the opening of his legs. He let out a huff of breath before chasing her once more to her bedroom.
She was jumping excitedly, sticking out her tongue at Bucky. “Daddy, you’re old!” She squealed as he grabbed her by the legs and pinned her to the bed before tickling her sides. “Daddy, daddy! Stop it!” She cried out through her laughter.
“Is Kobalt gonna be good for daddy?” He asked, mock-stern.
She nodded and sat up, turning to face the wall so he could continue fixing her hair in french braids.
“Mamma’s gonna be picking you up after school, okay?” He asked carefully as he pulled the braid tight to her head.
“Are you going away again, daddy?” She asked as she turned to face him, her big brown eyes shining with sadness.
He sighed. He hated disappointing her. “I’ll only be gone a week this time, doll face.”
“Promise?” She asked as she jumped away from the bed and ran to retrieve her schoolbag.
“Promise,” he said as she put her small hand in his. “And when I come back, I’ll take you to Auntie Nat’s, okay?”
She jumped in joy and skipped down the hall once Bucky closed the door behind them.
A/N: Written for the June Jukebox Scribbles. Prompt: “I know you like what you see”
Word Count: 298
One benefit of being a personal fitness trainer was access to the gym equipment. Hal was always good about keeping himself in top form so he could help people. The plus sized clients were always incredibly nervous about hurting him, despite his reassurances. It always tokk a demonstration, him moving or catching clients, for them to become more confident in their movements, and less nervous that their size would be a problem.
He also knows he's good for business. Maybe not "free" advertising, but close to it. When he worked out, especially without his shirt on, more people would come into the gym, either to see more of him or to mimic him. Hal's dreams of being an actor may have gone awry, but whenever he feels the need to put on a performance, to be surrounded by admirers, he's got quite the outlet.
A pretty lady gets close and Hal knows she's probably new around here. The regulars know the rules: no touching, no flirting. Not with him. Hal makes a point of avoiding eye contact with her and she seems to take it as a challenge.
"Sir," she bats her eyelashes, "do you think you could help me with this machine?"
Hal stops his workout and smiles softly at her. "Listen, I know you like what you see, but I'm taken."
Her cheeks turn pink with embarrassment and she apologizes, backing off.
Hal's grateful she isn't doubling down like others have. He has no problem telling flirts how they just don't compare to you. How they'll never be as wonderful, beautiful, intelligent, and perfect as you are for him. He might like attention, but you're the only one allowed to do more than look. A small sacrifice for the honor of getting to be with you.
🧚🏻♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now (if you feel inspired) you must share a hoe thot about: CE!babe + mesmerized by your scent (maybe with some primal chase kink thrown in 👀)
Oh my lord, Siri! I know I talked to you about this in DMs, but then I decided to be really indulgent. Cause who wants to decide?
Pairing: Andy Barber x Female Reader, side of Ari Levinson x Reader and Curtis Everett x Reader
Word Count: 460
Summary: He catches a scent in the air.
Warnings: Barely Edited, Stalking/Hunting, Soft Dark/Dark Vibes, Omegaverse, Scents, Dubious Consent. Minors do not interact (18+).
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It hit him as he was walking through the Hallmark store, buying a stupid birthday present for some random person in the office. He was grumbling to himself, and then you were there. Not in person, no. But your scent. Drifting through the air conditioned breeze and stealing all sense from his system. A switch flicked.
His alpha demanded, and he was happy to comply.
Even with the bustling mall, crowds of people darting and perusing, he doesn’t lose your scent. Following past storefronts—even those that waft obnoxious colognes out their doors—and the food court—with the smell of food flooding the air. Your trail leads him to you.
He wonders if you know. If you sense him. The predator on your tail. Stalking after you on the hunt.
He pauses in front of the sporting goods store. Ari and Curtis exiting as he approaches. A wild, feral look in each of his packmate’s eyes. But they find him in the crowd. Without a word, joining him on his search to find you.
Three pairs of eyes scan their surroundings. Their combined instincts goading them on.
They find you in the parking garage. The breeze changing. Your scent still lingering. But they see you. The tension in your shoulders. The shiver of your figure. Your quick steps and swinging gaze. Looking for them as much as they’re looking for you. Distress sours your scent. Your feet scurry. Pace rapid as you try to get to the safety of your car. You know. You can feel them, smell them.
He and his packmates continue their pursuit.
A nod to the side separates them. Their formation fanning out. Corralling you wherever you’re going.
You shove your key into the door of your car, hands shaking, nearly fumbling them. Scratches form on the handle with your missed attempts. But then it notches in the lock and you nearly breathe a sigh of relief.
He’s at your back before you can. You whip around, pathetic growl rolling in your throat. His lips tilt in a smirk.
“No need for that, omega,” he says, holding up a hand to dismiss the sound. Ari and Curtis come into his periphery. Ari’s eyes softening at the growl in your throat, Curtis’ eyes hungry.
You’re too focused on him to notice. And he steps forward, crowding you into the cool metal of your car.
“Easy now,” he coos in a whisper just for you. One hand raises to cup your cheek, your eyes widening at the touch. “It’s nice to meet you.” Your scent fills his nose—even tainted as it is by your fear. “That’s Ari and Curtis,” he introduces with a nod to each at his side, “and I’m Andy. We’re your new alphas.”
A/N: Reader is female, nickname Heart. No physical descriptors used.
A/N2: Written for the June Jukebox Scribbles. Prompt: “No I can't promise that I won't do that”
Word Count: 284
Main Story
Curtis texted that he was in the parking lot and you quickly tell your supervisor you're going on break. You practically ran out to the parking lot where Curtis was there to greet you with a box of cookies and, in his jacket, an adorable black kitten peeking out.
"Oh my gosh! She's too cute!" you squee before giving Curtis a small kiss.
"Almost as cute as you," he beams. "She seems to like hiding out in my jacket but she's also on a leash, just to be safe."
"Very smart," you nod as you give the little kitten chin scritches. "Isn't he, Soot? Isn't he just so smart?"
Soot doesn't reply but she does lean in to your touch.
"I think she likes you," Curtis coos.
"Well my nails are nicer than yours," you playfully retort.
"Hmmm, I dunno," he teases.
"Let me show you," you smirk.
Reaching out your other hand you start scratching Curtis' chin as gently as you are Soot's. Almost instantly his brain short-circuits. It's like you're scratching an itch he didn't know he had. He leans into your touch and lets out a small moan.
"See?" you giggle, trying to hide how his moaning affects you.
"I will never doubt the superiority of your touch ever again," he vows. "Promise me you'll never stop?"
"No, I can't promise I won't do that," you laugh.
"What about for Soot?"
"Soot can get all the scritches she wants, of course!"
"That's not fair," he pouts playfully. "But, I suppose she is cuter so I can understand."
"If it helps, you get kisses."
Placing a chaste, but meaningful kiss on Curtis' lips he gently holds you close.
I love you, crowsfeet; I love you, gray hairs; I love you, sun spots; I love you, smile lines; I love you, crinkle between my eyebrows; I love you, crooked smile; I love you, visible signs of a life lived
A/N: Written for the June Jukebox Scribbles. Prompt:“I feel a premonition”
Word Count: 197
James had been in the field often enough that he could sense when something was off. He could never explain it beyond, "I feel a premonition." It was like a sixth sense telling him a predator was stalking, a venomous snake was in the vicinity, a thief is going for his wallet.
He'd hoped that being with you would help him calm his nerves, and it did. For a bit. But when your companionship turned into something romantic, his nerves picked up again. He was scared to lose you. He needed to protect you. He couldn't relax until he knew you were safe.
The only time he could rest, give his nervous system a break, was when he was in your arms. You held him with such gentle strength it was easy to melt into your touch. Your hands gently rubbing up and down his back helped ground him. Nuzzling your face against him tells him he's wanted, appreciated. He feels safe.
Your apartment is his sanctuary. Your arms are his reprieve. When you're with him, there is nothing he needs to focus on outside of you.
And he'll love you forever for that feeling of safety.
A/N: Written for the June Jukebox Scribbles. Prompt:“I feel a premonition”
Word Count: 197
James had been in the field often enough that he could sense when something was off. He could never explain it beyond, "I feel a premonition." It was like a sixth sense telling him a predator was stalking, a venomous snake was in the vicinity, a thief is going for his wallet.
He'd hoped that being with you would help him calm his nerves, and it did. For a bit. But when your companionship turned into something romantic, his nerves picked up again. He was scared to lose you. He needed to protect you. He couldn't relax until he knew you were safe.
The only time he could rest, give his nervous system a break, was when he was in your arms. You held him with such gentle strength it was easy to melt into your touch. Your hands gently rubbing up and down his back helped ground him. Nuzzling your face against him tells him he's wanted, appreciated. He feels safe.
Your apartment is his sanctuary. Your arms are his reprieve. When you're with him, there is nothing he needs to focus on outside of you.
And he'll love you forever for that feeling of safety.
Writer’s relay is a collaborative writing game spanning over 7 weeks. You can write for any Anthony Mackie, Chris Evans, or Sebastian Stan characters.
Based on your preferences, you will be working in a team of three to write a story. This year the stories have to follow a 2+1 format.
For example - Two times she almost confessed + the one time he did.
You choose a prompt as a team. We will give you a set of prompts to choose from as well.
Timeline
June 20: Sign-ups open
July 2: Sign-ups close
July 6: Prompts Posted
July 10: Matches go out
July 11- July 18: Teams connect and plot
July 18: Send in your writing line-up, and fic masterpost
July 19- Aug 1: First sprint
Aug 2 - Aug 16: Second sprint
Aug 17 - Aug 31: Third sprint
Before sign-ups open, we encourage you to reblog and share this announcement :)
How it works
Sign up and indicate your preferences
We match you up with two other writers.
You will have one week to pick your prompt, brainstorm and plot, and choose the order in which your team will write.
Please let us know your writing line-up before the start of the writing period.
Each member of the team has to contribute a chapter with a minimum of 1000 words and a maximum of 5000.
The writing will go in 2 week sprints. The first person in the line-up will have 2 weeks to write and post their chapter. And then the next person goes, and so on.
You may post before the end of your 2 week sprint if you are ready. Then the next person will have 2 weeks from the day it was posted to write and post their part of the story.
You may continue to chat and work with your teammates during the writing period.
Please see acceptable fanworks guidelines for what is allowed.
Posting
You may post your story on Tumblr or AO3 (recommended)
If you choose to post on Tumblr, one of your team members must create a Masterpost with all your team members tagged as well as stubs for the chapter link before the start of the writing sprint.
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Each chapter gets its own post and please tag us when it is posted along with the next person in your line-up to pass the “baton” to them..
Extensions and Pinch Hits
You may request for an extension as early as 4 days before the end of your sprint. You can get a maximum extension of 7 days. Please communicate this as early as you can.
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Please do not drop out without communicating with the mods. You will not be allowed to participate in the next writer’s relay or Star and Shield Collective events for a year. You can still participate in the monthly challenges.
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Dividers by @uzmacchiato | About Star and Shield Collective
This is my masterlist for anything more fantasy-fandomish. You can find some Lord of the Rings here along with Mollymauk from the Mighty Nein / Critical Role's 2nd campaign.
Always watch out for individual chapter warnings/content.
Reader is per default female unless otherwise stated.
Not haunted *
Challenge for #Kinktober.
Drabble. No, your new house isn’t haunted – it’s just Cthulhu being horny.
Cold front and warm embrace
Challenge for #FluffSpring2026.
Drabble. Éomer x fem!reader. You are caught by surprise by the change in weather.
Denied again
Challenge for #JanuaryJumbleScribbles.
Drabble. Hobbits & Strider/Aragorn. Strider has denied the hobbits yet another meal.
Fae/elf
Request.
Legolas Greenleaf & fem!reader. A chance meeting in the Undying Lands.
Mine *
Challenge for #Kinktober.
Drabble. Éomer x fem!reader. Éomer has come home to you, finally.
Need you *
Challenge for #JanuaryJumbleScribbles.
Drabble. Éomer x fem!reader. The great hall is deserted save for the two of you...and Éomer cannot wait another second.
Mollymauk Tealeaf
Contested life
BTS canon compliant.
He’s in there, watching what’s happening even if he doesn’t fully know who or what he is.
Got me
Challenge for #JanuaryJumbleScribbles.
Drabble. It wasn’t the mischief your friends had hoped you’d cause...but it’s something at least.
Hard pressed *
Molly is not used to being shy, but for once he needs some welcome encouragement...or pressure.
Lazy afternoon
Challenge for #FluffSpring2026
GN!reader. The day after a “job”, you and Molly take a bit of time away from the rest of the Mighty Nein to relax.
🧚🏻♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now (if you feel inspired) you must share a hoe thot about: CE!babe + “Ohhh, sweetheart, you fucked with the wrong person.”
ahh thank you so much for this prompt, Siri!!! the Shameless Hoe Fairy has given me more inspiration than i expected, and this prompt gave me three very different ideas, so i figured i'd do a poll!
the ideas:
mob underboss!Curtis Everett x journalist!reader - you're trying to take down Curtis's boss and the two of you form a tentative alliance, one that he insists on christening with a bj. dirty, mean smut.
Lloyd Hansen x pixie!reader - you're a pixie who loves to make mischief for our favorite mustachioed man, but he catches you and cages you and makes you his own personal sex toy. supernatural smut (potentially with a fully pixie-sized reader, i haven't decided yet so if you vote for this option, please weigh in!)
Steve Rogers x Avengers!reader - you win a game of air hockey against Steve at the Coney Island arcade, and as the loser, he has to go skinny dipping in the ocean—and you eventually join him. sweet smut ensues!
