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setting the stage

I authors note: this is part two of my original series: 'dressing the hero'! you can find part one on my page!

I 80s! soldier boy x fem! reader I warnings: mentions of homophobia (this is the 80s cmon now), sb being cocky (as per usual) reader being shy/pining. slighttt sexual tensionnn!! don't like? don't read! pink is reader speaking, and green is sb!

It had been about a week since the infamous interaction with the great Soldier Boy in the costuming department, and here you were, in the middle of New York, looking through the dusty old shelves of Brookhaven Books, a shop you frequented quite a bit, looking for that one unique book to catch your eye.

You had to impress him, yeah he wanted you to pick up a book for him- but he wanted you specifically to pick something out for him, to surprise him, egg on his judgment, and such you felt like a lovesick teenager all over again, smiling innocently as you browsed the wartime book aisle. your fingers tracing the spines of the hardcovers, your head cocked to the side as you read through each title carefully. you wanted this to be the book- something he would actually like, until finally - you had found a copy of Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka, picking it up, you looked at the cover, opening a few pages, reading through them, you decided that this would be a good book for him.

After paying for the book, you strolled out of Brookhaven down to west 35th, watching for cars, before getting into the subway station, there sitting on the bench - seemed to be a kid being hassled by the police, you perked up at the outfit the kid was wearing, heels.. and a skirt..? but the kid had such a masculine face.. seeing the fear in the kids eyes as he tried to reason with the officer, you stepped in calling out to the boy.

''hey! what have i told you about straying far away from me! moms gonna kill you!'' you strutted over, grabbing the boys hand, looking at him then to the officer, disapprovingly like an older sister would.

''this boy your brother or somethin?'' the officer asks, looking you up and down, suspicious, and you nod.

''yeah.. and i told him that if he goes out like this again, he's gonna get smacked..'' i reply, getting defensive, scoffing.

''alright well.. we don't tolerate his kind.. so get him out of public.. or me and my boys'll be out at him again.. got it?" the officer replies, looking to the boy, before taking a drag out of his cigarette and walking away.

''you got it officer!'' you call out, making sure he can hear it, before you turn to the boy. ''you okay kid?'' you ask, and he nods.

''thanks ma'am..'' the boy replies, stepping onto the subway, you took a seat next to him, holding the book.

''of course...'' you pause, looking him up and down - ''you're one of them queens huh?'' you ask, and the boy takes a slight offense.

''i prefer princess.. but close enough honey.'' the boy hums, a little nervous - ''you ain't like him..'' he replies '' the cop.. i mean..''

''no.. i'm not..'' you reply, a little worried ''you got a home kid?'' you ask, and he shakes his head which makes you a little sad. ''pops kicked me out the minute he saw me tryin on my mamas heels..'' that makes your heart drop. ''where are you stayin then? there's gotta be some place right?'' you ask, concerned. ''theres a place i live in yeah.. rosewood house.. in queens.''

''how many times a week does that happen?'' you ask ''getting intervened by the cops.. i mean..'' and you watch the boys posture shrink, sighing ''enough times to the point where i don't remember..''

''and you're not doing anything?'' you ask - just to clarify and he shakes his head ''just tryin to get to work ma'am- them coppas are rounding the subway like nobodies business.. i pay for my metro card 'n everything.'' he hums and you nod ''where do you work?'' you ask, out of convenience - wanting to make sure he was okay. ''Doggie's Playhouse - its a club in brookyln''

''well.. i'm sorry this is happening to you uh-'' you look to him ''princess.'' he replies, smiling softly ''right.. princess..'' you nod, understandingly. ''you should come to the clubs one of these days.. you look like you need it..'' he laughs and you smile, ''oh i don't kno-'' before you could even finish your sentence he shushes you, smiling ''you need it honey.. come out.. just for one night.. ask for princess and you'll be let right in okay?'' he smiles, getting up as i hear the subway stop, the doors opening, he looks to me and i wave.

It takes a while for me to get back to Vought - but when you do, signing in with your employee card, you see the secratary and you smile at her as you pass in to get to the costuming studio, unlocking the door - only to see him. and then it hits you.

Oh

Oh..

There - in front of you, joint betwix his fingers, is Soldier Boy. Has he been waiting for you long? how long has he been here- oh god-

''was wondering when you'd show up sweetheart..'' he hums, taking a drag out of the joint, blowing it out, you crack a nervous smile, setting down the bag from Brookhaven. ''i-i'm sorry to have kept you waiting-'' and he puts his hand up, stopping you, and you shut up immediatley, cheeks flushing. ''..'s alright.. i see you went to Brookhaven mm? must've been looking for my book right?'' he asks, and you nod. ''yep.. it's.. not quite- uh- sexy lady on the cover.. but.. i thought you'd like it..'' your lips tremble as your nervous smile fades, taking out the book and handing it to him.

''Metamorphosis... Franz Kafka...'' he skims over the book title, your eyes lingering as his fingers tread the books spine carefully, god it makes you melt- you wished it was him, and instead of the book it was you - your fingers twitch, a slight blush paints your face as you watch him inspect it adamantly.

He gives a small hum, flipping through some of the pages, looking up to you, watching your gaze on his hands, smirking. ''you alright sweetheart? you with me?'' he asks, a cocky grin on his face, and you nearly die right then and there - because he's caught you, and you freak out internally, wanting to scream from embarrassment -- you nod of course, very quickly, smiling. ''yep- i-i am.. present.. with.. with you...'' you manage to say, hating how awkward you sounded, which makes him scoff, laughing under his breath, hearing that small sliver of laughter makes your heart churn in your chest cavity, and your pupils dilate watching him.

''good.. good.. wouldn't want my little fashionista to go out on me like that..'' there's that stupidly gorgeous cocky grin again, and you roll your eyes, trying to save yourself from another possible glimpse of him seeing you blush. ''good job on you sweetheart.. that'll... be an interesting read f'er me..'' he puts the book down, leaning against the wall, there's a beat of silence, of him just looking at you.

''say.. sweetheart i got somethin' that needs mending.. could ya help a man out?'' he asks, his head cocks to the side as he purposefully rips a bit of his suit on his arm - you look at him wide-eyed as he did that - you just witnessed him do that.. which makes you give him a confused look, going near him, putting your glasses on as you look at the damage that he just purposefully inflicted on his own suit. ''you are aware that i just watched you damage your own suit right?'' you ask, looking up to him - ''yeah.. i know sweets.. just.. work your magic on me.. cmon honey.. i know you got it in ya.'' he grins, and your cheeks flush yet again.

There's a beat of silence as you assess the damage he did to his suit, a small patch ripped off, you gently trail his forearm where the damage is, holding your breath as you avoid his gaze. ''you alright sweets? you seem.. nervous..'' he asks and you don't even have to look at him to know he's got a shit-eating grin on his face right now, here the two of you are - the closest you've ever been in the proximity of each other, your fingers are lightly tracing his forearm.. then up to his bicep.. and he's teasing you about it.. god he just has to be a cocky bastard doesn't he?

''i'm fine..'' you say - but you're really not, if you could see yourself right now - you'd be screaming and thanking god for this opportunity to be this close to a man like him. ''you can look at me yknow.. don't go acting like a blind bird around me now sweetheart..'' his tone is gruff, and quiet - almost mocking in a way. you make the mistake of looking at him, and you let out a small gasp, lips slightly parted, if you weren't blushing hard before - you were practically red now - ''um- i- have to grab the sewing kit..'' you excuse yourself, backing away as you go to the cabinet to grab it, nervous, trying to shake everything off and try to become somewhat confident in yourself.

you can hear his soft laugh only for a moment, and as you fish around for the sewing kit in the cabinet. You're blindly reaching for it, you hear footsteps from behind you - and they draw closer, your heart's hammering in your chest as you continue to fiddle with it - until you feel his presence right behind you - your heart drops and your adrenaline spikes. the two of you don't say anything - but he does reach up and grab the sewing kit for you, lingering for a moment - your back up against his chest at the counter, you try to focus on something else - but you can't shake the feeling, he leans down, handing you the sewing kit, his breath is only on your neck for a fraction of a moment, you nearly drop dead right then and there, thankfully you don't.

''looked like you needed help sweets..'' he hums lowly, and your breath shudders, his hand goes to your hip, helping you put the kit down on the counter, he's watching you - you know this. you turn to face him, opening the kit, grabbing a needle and thread, your gaze shifting to the torn fabric on his arm, steadying your breath - the tension palpable as you thread the needle in and out of the torn fabric, your other hand keeping his arm steady. you could feel his muscle through the fabric - your fingers twitched as you finished threading the needle through, tying the knot.

''there... um.. all done..'' you meekly respond - looking up to him as you let your grip on his forearm go. and he nods, smiling. ''thanks sweetheart..'' he doesn't pull away for a moment, he just looks at you, his gaze almost soft.. tender maybe?

''well.. guess i'll see you 'round sweetheart.. and remember - you've got to design my suit for the club opening next week.'' he reminds you, before walking forward - away from you, and you perk up, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. ''wait- you want me to design your suit for the opening?'' you ask. ''yeah.. you're the only good designer in this damn department.. who else would i pick to do my suit huh?'' he asks, going towards the door, hand on the knob. ''um- i don't know- but um.. i'll.. get on that..'' you reply, nodding.

''good.. lookin' forward to seeing your sketches sweetheart..'' he winks - and then he leaves. and you're left in the studio - with your heart pounding, eyes blown wide, and pupils dilated.

god this was going to be a long week...

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ending note: sooo...!! here's part two of the three part series! i hope you all liked this chapter! i wanted to add some will-they-won't-they tension!! here it is!! :3 next chapter is the final chapter by the way! want to be tagged? comment below! reshares + reblogs appreciated !! <3

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primal instinct

I warnings: mentions of death, blood, slight horror, cannibalism, reader being devoted to lottie, religious symbolism... don't like? don't read!

I pairing: antlerqueen! lottie matthews x fem! reader

The night was young, the stars lighting up the clear night sky, it was hot. disgustingly hot, tonight there would be a feast. The wilderness seemed to whisper into everyone's ears, except yours, which lottie found irrevocably strange. You would catch her staring at you, wanting and yearning in her gaze, a slight hunger, primal even.

Ever since laura lee had 'awakened' lottie in the lake - she became inept to the wilderness, her doe brown eyes becoming darker with every passing day. her pupils dilated whenever she watched the others feast on the corpses of the woodland animals, her eyes roaming over shauna's hands as the dug into the flesh, dissecting the animal, pulling out it's intestines, her teeth gleaming in the flickering firelight, its almost as if she was more animal than human, a wolf in sheep's clothing, like the lottie you knew was gone, and a monster wearing her skin remained.

you weren't immune to the horrors the group had suffered - no, you had watched as they grabbed jackies limbs, tearing her apart with their teeth, stretching the cooked skin, blood under their fingernails, their eyes devoid of any humanity at that moment, and it's not like you were innocent either, grabbing onto whatever you could find, a pancreas or a bit of arm meat, your mouth smothered with jackies blood, in your own mind to keep you sane, you just imagined it was a massive steak.

you somehow managed to keep your sanity - through it all, choosing to remain 'gulible' despite the savagery and gruesome truth that was unfolding, the 'council' as they called themselves- but in reality it was van, shauna, lottie, and taissa had voted - a fight broke out, and lottie had assumed title of the antler queen. she looked over to you, the makeshift crown of weeds, flowers hung on her head, holding in her palms what seemed to be something she wanted to give you, without a word, you treaded over, almost desperate.

''kneel.'' she whispered, and you did, looking up to her like she were your goddess, eyes full of emotion, glassy, cheeks slightly flushed. Opening her palms, she let the blood of the deer they had caught that night drip down onto your face, it hit your nose, falling down your cheeks, you inhaled, closing your eyes, the scent of the blood traveling through your system, opening your mouth as you licked at it.

it was like something clicked within your system - the scent of blood, the way she looked at you from above, the way the crown fit her head so angelically you could almost cry tears of joy, you opened your eyes, pupils blown wide.

''the wilderness will always provide.'' she whispers, taking her blood-soaked fingers, and gently caressing your cheek, before her thumb moved to trace over your chapped lips, gently pushing in, your gaze still on her, a soft moan threatened to escape your throat as she pushed in further. her eyes never moved from you, watching as the wilderness took you apart and peeled itself to get inside you, unravelling your very being, reconstructing your nervous system as the hunger began to fuel you, her thumb reached the back of your throat, her head cocked to the side, humming softly, before pulling it out slowly, you languished in it, sucking on her thumb like a pathetic servant, a wanton whimper leaving you as you let her thumb go with a small 'pop'.

you slowly arose, dizzy, your world spinning around you, everything blending into one another, you let out a soft gasp as you found yourself stumbling toward lottie, to which she gently took your hand, her palms dirtied with dried blood and mud, you could even see the little bits of rotten skin under her nails from digging into the carcass from the feast. you looked up to her, and she to you, and before you could even react, she kissed you, hard.

It was intoxicating, far from quiet and soft or tender, no, this kiss was to be seared into your memory, rough and hard, with no care or thought, purely animalistic and feral. you kissed her back, breathing her in like she was the only oxygen you needed like she was all you would ever need, because that's what she was to you, becoming the antler queen, becoming what you basically regarded as your goddess. she tasted of blood, but your tongue lapped at her like a dog in heat, the two of you fighting for dominance, until she pulled at your bottom lip, biting it, which made you whine softly, pulling away, you looked at her, eyes half-lidded, mouth parted.

''so delicate...'' she whispers, watching you stumble and try to collect yourself from the kiss.

you were her servant, and she your god.

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authors note: i lovelovelove lottie.. so here you go !! <33 working on bots and more fics to come soon! <33 wanna be tagged? comment below! shares + reblogs welcomed! please don't copy my works/post them on other platforms!

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dressing the hero

I 80s! soldierboy x fem! reader

I warnings: none! pure banter, reader is a little apprehensive/shy at first, reader pining for soldier boy, possible friendship? fluff? soldier boy being a bit of a loveable jerk..

I synopsis: you knew the difficulties that came with being in a company like Vought, even more so having a crush on america's favorite hero.

god you had a massive crush on him..

I mean you really were in love with him, the entanglement of it all was so difficult to deal with.

You weren't a hero, no, you didn't have any abilities, and you didn't have a bomb dropped on you or some weird chemicals put into your system as a baby. You were as normal as one could be, working in the costuming department of Vought as a seamstress, you were a part of the team that manufactured the beloved hero's supe suits and event outfits, custom and american made, just how Vought portrayed themselves to be. you were never out in the field, you only ever saw a glimpse of him and shared quiet moments when he would be forced to come into the studio for nicks in his suit needing repair, or his shield needing polishing.

He was Soldier Boy - of course, he held the hearts of millions in the palm of his hand, with that cocky smirk and gorgeous face there's nothing he probably couldn't get away with. you worked in the fashion department why would he ever-

''anyone in here? need one of you fashion nerds to fix my damn suit'' That voice, oh it was him, there's a familiarity within it, you didn't even have to look toward him, knowing it was him just by the tone and gruff exterior. looking up from your sketchbook, your eyes met his, it was only for a moment before you quickly got up, putting your glasses on, assessing the damage on his suit.

''what happened? was this caused by a mission or-'' you couldn't even finish your sentence before he butted in, almost ignoring you

''some stupid slut decided it was a good idea to try on my helmet during a threesome..'' he looks to you, his gaze calculated and cold.

''oh well that's... i can see the scuff marks...'' you looked closer at his helmet, seeing streaks against the fibre, then seeing the faded white marks on his suit.

''yeah take care of that too while you're at it..'' he grumbles, handing you his suit, which is a bit heavy for you, letting out a small ''oof'' at the sheer weight of it, but nonetheless, bringing it to the large table, laying the suit down, smoothing it out.

he lingered for a bit, watching you work, meticulous with your tools, grabbing the material used in his suit, cutting out the spots that were messed up- presumably during the.. threesome.. and replacing it with better fabric, using black string to thread through the hard exterior of the suit, throwing away the scraps.

''so you're the one making all of our suits huh..'' he asks, pulling a cigarette out from his pocket, lighting it, his fingers encapsulated over the wrapped tobacco, tapping the edge of it before bringing it to his mouth, inhaling it, before letting smoke out.

''well its- not just me- its the department as a whole- but- i- did help Mr. Edgar with the design process..'' you hum, a pin in your mouth as you finish threading the new material onto his suit, making sure to knot it tightly, grabbing scissors and cutting the excess.

he nods, compliant - for some reason he doesn't seem as boisterous or brute as he usually is with Payback. ''so what.. you just.. stay here? in this cramped little studio all day?'' he asks, you nod.

''tsk.. that sucks sweetheart..'' he looks to you ''you look like you don't get out much..'' and you laugh at that, you really didn't. I mean sure you went out to dinner by yourself occasionally but- you were so busy with commissions from Vought that you hardly had time to try and go out on a date. you knew of his nature toward women, how even when he was 'apparently' with crimson countess - he still made himself available to other women, winking at them, acting all cocky, like a self-righteous knight from a fairytale.

''i try to go out..'' you reply, putting the tools down, picking up his helmet, looking at the scuffs before grabbing a can of wd40 and putting some on a cloth, gently rubbing it onto the marks.

''really? where? the bookstore?'' he scoffs, a playful smirk on his face.

''yes actually.. its quite fun.. maybe you'd find something you like in there..''

''readings for nerds..'' he rolls his eyes, trying to get a reaction out of you, to which you take offense - to which he grins.

''reading is for- intellectual people...'' you cite, trying to remain calm and not burst at the seams from his comment, throwing the rag away and grabbing some sealant paint, gently brushing it over the now faded scuff marks.

'riiighhht... yeah.. intellectual people..'' he repeats, smirking. ''well then maybe the next time you're at the bookstore.. pick something out for me.''

that's when you perk up, looking at him, adjusting your stylist glasses, your cheeks go just a tad pink and you blink. he- i mean- the soldier boy- wants you to pick out a book for him? out of your own whim?

''nothing boring okay? i fuckin hate long books.. need somethin with action.. maybe a hot lady on the front of the cover..'' he interjects before you can say anything, noticing your flushed cheeks.

''um- yeah- i can... totally pick up a.. book for you..'' you nod almost eagerly as you finish fixing up his helmet, the sealant paint now dry, and he comes forward, tapping the end of the cigarette on the ground, smushing it beneath his boot.

''good..and.. thanks for the fix-up sweetheart..'' he replies, taking his newly fixed suit and helmet from your hands, you feel a small jolt of electricity as your fingers graze his, and for a moment you almost smile cheekily, a warm feeling spreading throughout your chest, your brain going into overdrive. it was just a book.. he only wanted you to pick out a book for him.. but then again.. he wanted you .. to pick out a book for him... that nickname ringing in your ears like churchbells, and as soon as he leaves, you nearly explode. oh god.. you truly were head over heels for him..

authors note: soooo.. after a long while.. im back! i plan on making this a three part series.. so stay tuned lovies!! thank you all for being patient with me, i have so many ideas to put out!! <3

(please do not copy/ post my works on other platforms!! thank you thank you!!)

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Are you still friends with jasvtsc? I remember you being close with them

yes!!! me and kas are still as close as ever (we send eachother stuff on insta and tiktok often) so don't worry!!

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Heyyy why haven’t you been active anymore?

hello hello all! I apologize if I was unable to message or interact with any of your posts, I've been on a hiatus for quite a while.

I completely deleted Tumblr off of my phone - I needed a break from it all because of school. Currently I'm in my last 2 months of being a senior before becoming a college freshman, so I've been busy working on assignments and making sure I have everything I need. So far - I've gotten into about 6 schools, which is great.

I will still be active on tumblr from time to time, so yes you may still make requests in my inbox (do not worry). I will also start posting on c.ai again, but understand that i do have a life outside of tumblr, and i won't always be as active as i used to be.

Another reason that I took a hiatus was because of a fallout between mutuals of mine, I had forgotten a friend of mine posted a bot idea (that was her own and she had been planning it for a while) and i (without realizing) posted the same bot on c.ai (the ares/aphrodtie one), So i took it down of course to respect dahlia. They have all blocked me of course so i doubt they'll see this, but if any of the girls do see this, i do still feel guilty about what happened, and know that it was not my intention to try and 'steal the spotlight' from you. I had quite literally forgotten. I digress, it was my own stupidity that led to the fallout of the group, and to that, i apologize, and take full accountability.

thank you all for reading this post - VAL

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please make c.ai bots for dean winchester and jj maybank

sorry this took so long !! but here are two new bots in honor of valentines day !!

jj maybank in ‘spoiling you’ - it’s valentines day in the outerbanks, and jj’s got the perfect day planned, all for you, his special girl.

dean winchester in ‘valentines crafts’ - dean doesn’t usually like holidays, but you? you absolutely love them, so every year, you end up getting to spoil him with gifts, in your own special way !!

the bots are posted on my cai profile !! same @ as my tumblr user !! have any bot requests? send them into my inbox !! always open :3