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age-of-greta · 7 months

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Harvest Moon

Author’s note: hi it’s been a minute!!! Here we are starting our Halloween szn series eeeekkk!!! I meant to post this last week but I got caught up. My plan is to post the next two on Fridays and the final one on Halloween. Anywhoooo this was my first crack with a Josh fic so I hope you love it!! Click here for the vibes :)

Pairing: Josh x reader

Warnings: cursing, sexual content, minors DNI

Word count: 2.8k

It was a particularly yucky day outside. It was overcast, windy, chilly, and a light drizzle fell from the sky. Definitely not the weather you had anticipated when you suggested a pumpkin patch date with your boyfriend. You had been so excited to go, take pictures, choose pumpkins, drink cider, and enjoy the day with your favorite person. But the weather had quite literally put a damper on things. Maybe it’s because it was your first fall together or maybe it’s because you had felt extremely sentimental, either way you wanted this day to go perfectly. You and Josh had been together for around 10 months now after a drunken hookup at a New Year’s party blossomed into something beautiful. Almost out of a fairy tale. You struggled to put it into words, but it just felt like he had completed you. You felt whole when he was with you. Which is why you tried to remain optimistic about this day despite the goddamn weather. You adored fall, and all year long you looked forward to having someone to share these activities with. Josh had even made sure to schedule his band’s tour around your fall calendar. That melted your heart into a million pieces.

You sat now by the window staring out into the gloom fidgeting with the frays on your cream cable knit sweater. You wondered if you should change your outfit to dress more appropriately given the circumstances. With your chunky sweater you wore a brown corduroy skirt with sheer black tights and brown chelsea boots. Josh always joked when you wore them that they looked like they were straight out of Jake’s closet.

You saw headlights flash in your driveway and you jolted up with excitement and fled to your door. When you opened the door he was walking towards you with a perfect smile and flowers in hand. He looked so handsome. Light khaki pants, white high top vans, and a white sweatshirt with the sleeves rolled up. He sported a triangular necklace and his hair was perfectly unkempt.

“Hi beautiful. How are you?” He asked, as he pulled you into a tight hug.

“Better now.” You gushed, taking in his scent of patchouli and teakwood.

“Got these for you.” He said with a bright grin as he handed you the orange daisies.

You smiled and accepted them. “So romantic! Let me put these in water and we can go.”

You walked back into your kitchen and found a cream colored vase under your island. You filled it halfway with water and plunged the stems in, Josh had already pre-cut them. He was exceptionally thoughtful like that.

“Ready?” You asked with excitement.

“Let’s go.” Josh said, reaching out his hand for you.

You climbed into his Jeep and he shut the door behind you. You clicked your seatbelt as Josh flickered with his phone before entering the car. The engine whirred to life as he smiled and placed his hand on your thigh. Josh hummed Neil Young softly in the background. You glanced over and studied his features. He was so pretty. So soft. Your Josh.

About ten minutes into the drive you realized that Josh wasn’t going the direction he needed to get to the farm you had said you were going to. You furrowed your browns and glanced over at his silent GPS. Forty five minutes away? That seemed impossible. The farm you had discussed was only 19 minutes from your house.

“Where are we going?” You asked.

Josh looked over at you and gave you a lazy smile before shifting his eyes back on the road. “The pumpkin patch.”

You cocked your head to the side. “This isn’t the way to Abbott Farms.”

His eyes stayed on the road but he lightly gave your thigh a squeeze. “Nope.”

You made a face, but before you could speak he continued.

“We are going to a different farm, somewhere where the weather will be nicer. I checked the radar the past few days, so I’ve been planning for alternate farms all around here based upon the weather. We are traveling southeast and the bad weather is going more northwest. We should be clear. I know how excited you are for today, so I figure the least I could do was drive you into some better weather.”

You were floored and your heart swelled with love and adoration. That was Josh. The most kind, thoughtful, always planning two steps ahead. Your Josh.

“That’s very thoughtful Mr. Kiszka. How’d I get so lucky?”

He let out a laugh. “I don’t know how you landed such a catch. By the way there are some snacks in the back if you want some. I packed them for the longer car ride. Your favorite m&ms are somewhere.”

You let out a laugh. “Josh! You’re the best. Thank you.”

He grabs your hand with the hand that’s been on your thigh and laces his fingers with yours. “You’re welcome my dear. I love you.”

“I like this one!” You yelled to Josh as he jogged to keep up with you.

You had just set your sights on the perfect pumpkin. It was large, round, and was the prettiest shade of orange. You and Josh had arrived at the pumpkin patch nearly an hour ago. First he took you through the corn maze, which you had both figured out rather quickly. Then you got warm apple cider before your mini photoshoot together. Josh never complained once about the hundreds of photos you made him take with you or of you.

“So this one is it huh?” Josh asked, staring down at you with your pumpkin. His hands were on his hips and he was slightly out of breath from jogging uphill.

“Mhm.” You said, giving your new prized possession a rub.

“And you’re sure this pumpkin is better than any pumpkin down that giant ass hill?” He asked, in a joking tone.

“This is the one.” You assured. “And the hill is not that giant.”

He sighed and gave you a smile. “Then we shall have it.” He grabbed the rather large pumpkin and threw it on his shoulder as you both headed back down the hill. Eventually, he would get a cart as you saw the gourds in boxes. By the time you had left you had acquired three large pumpkins, 2 smaller ones, and a plethora of gourds. You were beyond satisfied with your haul. Now it was time to go back to your house and carve them.

Josh loaded up his jeep and began the drive back to your house. It had been quite a blissful way to spend two hours. Josh slightly cracked the windows and blasted the heat so you two could admire the foliage. He truly made you swoon.

When you returned to your house Josh carried in your pumpkins while you lit fall candles and changed into more comfortable clothes. Josh had brought over his “spending the night” bag and changed as well. You wore a pair of fuzzy brown joggers with a white cropped tank. You put on a pair of socks that had little pumpkins all over them. Josh had gone with cream colored sweatpants and a black t-shirt. No shoes of course. You both settled down in your living room, an array of carving tools at your use, both pumpkins plopped down on top of trash bags. There was a black and white horror film that Josh had chosen just beginning. It was one of the many Frankenstein movies. He was such a film geek and you loved that. Your Josh.

“Okay pumpkin. What are you carving on your pumpkin?” Josh asks, giving you a particularly bright smile.

“A scary face I think. Jagged teeth all the way. What are you planning? Something elaborate?”

“Spooky. And no nothing elaborate. Probably a happy face. Everyone loves a happy pumpkin.” He says, reaching up and giving your cheek a pinch.

“Don’t forget to save the best guts! Our homemade pumpkin pie will be what dreams are made of.” You remind him.

“Got it.” Josh says, reaching over for the big knife.

He stabs into his pumpkin and pops off the top. Then he helps you get your knife into your pumpkin, safely. You two spent around 30 minutes de-gutting and carving your pumpkins. It was a surprise reveal type of situation. You had both turned your pumpkins away from one another, sitting in near silence as you both focused on your craft. You had given your pumpkin a set of triangular eyes, a small triangle nose, and a sharp set of gnarly teeth. You left a bit of the flesh out of your pumpkin to give it the appearance that it had just eaten something. You smiled at your creation, satisfied with your work.

“Almost done slowpoke?” You asked Josh, who had a look of sheer concentration masked on his face.

His expression broke and a small smile appeared. “Slowpoke? You can’t rush art baby.”

“Then how do you write songs in less than one day?”

He lets out a chuckle. “I plead the fifth. Anywho yeah yeah I’m done. This is going to blow you away.”

“Ready?” You ask, he nods.

“1…2…3…!”

You both reveal your pumpkins to one another. Josh had created, possibly the cutest pumpkin you had laid eyes on. It had round eyes with small triangles remaining as pupils, a heart nose, and a cute toothy smile.

You giggled at his pumpkin. “Josh! It’s so cute!”

He stifles a laugh. “And yours is horrifying!”

“Thank you.” You reply back with a smirk.

“Okay I’ll clean, light these guys up, and stick them on the porch. You wanna start your pie and I’ll meet you in there?” Josh asks.

You nod and get up grabbing the bowl of pumpkin guts. Josh had already picked out all of the seeds. Thoughtful.

You went through the bowl and pulled out the best chunks, putting them in your food processor to make a purée. Then you gathered the rest of the ingredients you would need. You had already pre-made the crust, so you dusted flour around your island to knead it a bit and press it in the pan. Once the crust was pressed you started to bake it slightly before putting your filling in. Josh returned to the kitchen and began to help. He was actually really good at baking. You two were always baking something together, it was a bonding time between the two of you.

“I think we should add some more nutmeg than the recipe calls for. It will give it that extra pow!”

You let out a laugh. “More nutmeg? Someone’s feeling a bit wild right now.”

“Oooh call me a rebel baby.” Josh said, in a buttery velvet voice as he approached you and planted a rather wet kiss to your lips. He reached behind you and grabbed the nutmeg, returning to the batter.

He dashed some more in and gave it a nice big stir. You grabbed the crust out of the oven so it didn’t overbake.

“Wanna try?” Josh asked, scooping some batter onto his index finger.

You nodded and opened your mouth. You made eye contact and sucked on his finger for just a second longer than necessary.

A smirk appeared on his face. “So naughty.”

“Extra nutmeg was a good call.” You said, innocently.

You grabbed the batter and began to pour it into the crust. Once the bowl was essentially empty, you sprinkled the pie with extra cinnamon and threw it in the oven.

You turned around to see Josh eyeing you. You knew what he was thinking.

Still, you pretended to be oblivious, and started to throw the dishes in the sink and clean up the island. Josh grabbed the batter bowl and slinked around to you.

“You got something right there.”

You slightly furrowed your brows. “Where?”

He stepped close to you, incredibly close.

“Here.” He said, obviously wiping batter onto your neck.

“Josh!” You said with a surprised laugh.

“So messy.” He said as he clicked his tongue. “What ever am I going to do with you?”

“Whatever you want.” You said faltering, voice just above a whisper.

He leaned in and licked a stripe up your neck, getting all of the batter off. He didn’t stop once it was gone, giving you a small bite on the most tender of flesh.

You leaned your head back and let out an exhale and his hands met your hips. He kissed up your neck until he met your lips, his tongue already eager for yours. You reached up and wrapped your hands into his hair, giving a few gentle tugs. That always drove him crazy. He groaned into your mouth and pressed his body into yours, his hands touching everything he could. Then, in a swift motion he gave your ass a nice squeeze and lifted you up onto the island. He stood in between your legs and began to kiss down your neck. You shuddered with anticipation and butterflies circled throughout your belly. He nipped at your collarbone while his hand found the swell of one of your breasts. He slowly pulled your top down before continuing his descent. His tongue rolled over your nipple as he began to suck and bite. Your head fell back and you were fighting to keep your eyes open as the sensations overtook your body. One of his hands met your hip and you were about to start begging. Luckily, he was working rather quickly as he slid your pants down leaving you just in your panties. His warm hands traveled all around your thighs as his mouth met yours again. When your lips disconnected, he made eye contact with you before sinking to the floor on his knees. He grabbed the back of your thighs and threw them over his shoulders, pulling your body closer to him. He started to lightly kiss the inside of your thighs. You threw your hands back to brace yourself, still wanting to sit up just the slightest to get to see some of the show. His tongue licked up over your clothed center and you let out a soft moan.

That’s one thing that always got Josh going. Your sounds. He loved being cheered on, call it a frontman thing.

He hooked his fingers under your panties and yanked them down, leaving you bare in front of him.

“So perfect.” He growled as he connected his lips to your center.

You let out shuddering breaths trying to breath through the ride you were currently taking on his face. Josh continued to send you over the edge as he added two fingers into you, dipping first then taking the plunge.

“Josh…” You whined lowly.

He briefly disconnected his face from you, replacing his tongue with his caressing thumb.

“C’mon baby I know you’re almost there. Be a good girl and give it to me.”

His encouragement and tongue back in that certain spot was enough to send you over the edge as you threw your head back and gave into pure bliss. Josh dug his fingers into your flesh as you ground yourself further and further until you swore you saw stars. You were a mess as you tried to come back to your senses. Josh always made you feel like you were in a sensory deprivation tank when he was done with you. The only thing that made you come back to Earth was a timer dinging.

Fuck. You thought. How long had Josh had you on this counter? The second ding is what really brought you back to life as Josh continued to slowly kiss your thighs to ease you back.

You took a deep breath to collect yourself. “The pie’s done.” You said, reaching down and wiping your slick off of his face. “Hopefully you haven’t ruined your appetite.”

He grins at you. “My appetite? Darling I’m insatiable, particularly for you. But, I’ve just had the sweetest thing known to man, not sure if the pie will compare.”

You giggle at his antics. “Wanna continue this later?”

He starts to get up and leans over and plants a kiss on your lips. “Yes ma’am. Let’s see how this pie looks.”

He helps you down off the counter and pulls your pants back around your waist, giving your ass a squeeze.

You clean up a little, then grab your oven mitts so you can get your pie out to cool. Josh opens the window above the sink as you sit it on the windowsill.

“Smells good. You’re so talented.” He said as he wrapped you into a hug from behind, pressing his lips to your temple.

He was so kind, so supportive, so gentle, so sweet. He got you in a way that no one else could even begin to. He was the flame that lit your soul. Ignited you. Preserved you. Saved you. That was him.

Your Josh.

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rhettabbotts · 1 year

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Letting the demons win in your ask box bc I don’t want to ruin the beautiful moment in the dms but

🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️squirting with sugar daddy admiral bob 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

ROBYN JAIL IMMEDIATELY

pairing: admiral bob floyd x sugar baby!reader

w/c: 1.2k

warnings: 18+ only. filth, just utter filth. fingering. squirting. admiral bob’s nasty mouth.

You had just returned from one of the many galas of the year, kicking your heels off the second you were through the door and letting out a sigh that bordered on a moan. Bob let out a sigh as well, although his was more out of annoyance.

You see, you had teased Bob the entire night. It really started before you even left your apartment. You sent him a picture of your lingerie set, the one you bought with his card. It was a gorgeous blue, a blue that nearly matched his eyes perfectly. You sent the picture with no message attached before finishing up your hair and makeup, sliding into the expensive gown he picked out for you.

Bob arrived to your apartment shortly after you had done some last minute touch up to your hair. He was in a suit this time, something you weren’t used to seeing him in. It was always his khaki uniform, or in nothing at all. He looked insanely handsome, however. His greying hair styled like it always was, wire frames perched on his nose, his velvet bowtie knotted perfectly. You couldn’t take your eyes off him. His eyes raked over your form as well, taking in the way the dress hugged your curves perfectly - just like he knew it would.

“You look breathtaking, sweetheart,” he finally spoke, voiced laced with a hint of lust. He pressed a small kiss to your cheek before presenting a rectangular velvet box. You couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped you when he opened it and inside sat a beautiful diamond necklace. You reached out to touch it and he closed the box down, letting out a small chuckle at your reaction.

“Did you just ‘Pretty Woman’ me, Admiral?” You asked, laughing as well.

“Too good of an opportunity… I couldn’t help myself. Want me to put it on you?” He was already taking the delicate chain out from the box, eyes telling you to turn for him. He brushed your hair to the side and latched the necklace in place, fingertips brushing softly against your spine. You let out a small whimper and pressed your back into his front firmly.

“Behave. I would hate to have to punish you on such a nice night.”

You really did have the intentions of being on your best behavior, but you were bored. Tired of shaking hands and not being able to join in on conversations. Letting out hums of agreement every now and then. During dinner, your hand found its way to Bob’s thigh, smiling slightly at the way it tensed under your palm. He shot you a look, eyes squinting behind his glasses.

You decided to have a little bit of fun. You started massaging his thigh, fingertips creeping up just that much higher until your pinky grazed his zipper. Bob’s eyes widened and he choked on his red wine. He grabbed your wrist and placed your hand back into your lap, ignoring the way you pouted. Other than that, dinner was rather uneventful.

You didn’t stay too long after that, practically dragging Bob out to the car. He was silent the entire ride, bypassing the exit to your apartment and taking the road to his house. You couldn’t help but feel a little giddy. You’ve been to his house several times, but rarely did you go after an event. You turned to him to see his jaw clenched tight, knuckles nearly white against the steering wheel. A nervous feeling mixed with burning desire churned in your stomach. You knew he was pissed and you knew he was going to put you back in your place.

Bob was quiet as he unlocked the front door, allowing you to walk in first. Now here you were, bent over the back of his lavish couch, wrists tied behind your back with his tie. The velvet causing a nice friction on your skin. Bob had you out of your dress in no time, leaving you only in your lacy underwear and the diamond necklace he gifted you earlier in the night.

“Someone disobeyed orders tonight,” his voice rough. His fingertips trailed down your spine before he landed an open palm smack to the meat of your ass. He let out a scoff at your tiny whine. “I’m going to make you cum on my fingers, baby. But that’s all you get, you understand?”

“Please!” Your answer earned you another spank, the sting hurting so good. Your head was being yanked back by Bob’s hold, hair in a makeshift ponytail.

“What was that?” His voice was commanding, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Please, Admiral. I’ll take whatever you give me,” you were panting and he hadn’t even touched you yet. Your panties were drenched and he let out a condescending laugh at the feeling. He held onto your tied wrists and shoved two fingers inside with no preamble, causing you to jerk forward and let out a pathetic moan. He wasted no time in roughly pumping his fingers in and out of you, quickly adding a third. He was stroking that spongy spot inside of you, pushing you to the brink of climax almost immediately. You were a whimpering mess, thrusting back on his fingers and drooling into the faux leather of the couch cushion.

“Bob, right there! Oh god I’m-“ And then he pulled away from you, yanking on your bonded wrists once more, making your back bow.

“You’re not getting off that easy, princess,” he spat out before sliding his fingers back inside you. He brought you to the edge more times than you could count. Tears blurred your vision and you were blabbering nonsense. The back of the couch causing your hipbones to ache slightly. Bob snaked his hand around your front, making quick circles on your clit, matching the speed of his fingers dipping in and out of you. The sounds of your wet cunt mixed with your whines and his degrading words were enough to push you to the peak. He milked that spot inside of you until you were gushing on his fingers, crying out in a soundless scream.

“Fucking hell, that’s a good girl. Making a mess all over my fingers and the floor,” Bob cooed in your ear, slowing his fingers to a stop. “God, that was incredible.”

He guided you to rest on the couch while he busied himself getting you a glass of water and a warm washcloth to clean you up with. Small words of praise mixed with him hushing your quiet whimpers as he touched your sensitive area. He placed small kisses to your wrists, massaging the red marks left by the tie.

“I’ve never- I’m sorry, I’ve never done that before,” you tried to explain but he placed a finger to your lips before you could continue.

“You don’t ever have to apologize to me sweetheart, I promise. That was so sexy, you have no idea. Makes my ego soar,” he said, chuckling a little bit. “You wanna put a movie on and cuddle here?”

“Can we fix some popcorn?” You asked, looking up at him with your best puppy dog eyes. He brushed your cheek with his knuckles before placing a small kiss to your lips.

“Anything for you, my sweet girl.”

#asks #robyn <3 #bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x you #robert bob floyd #admiral bob floyd #bob floyd smut

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sanderchu · 2 years

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tommyinnit fluff alphabet?? your writing is so good <33

Fluff alphabet

Tommy version!

Note: I did switch out the family for fluff :) there will be more detail on that when you see it :) I kept yes there because I wanna put his imagination kid brain in that one so it’s nothing like big like Karl just tommy being childish

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

- your hair. Despite always talking about your eyes/mouth your hair catches his attention the most and just loves to practically mess it up

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?) [not in a wrong way of course]

- the top of your head or shoulders. He calls them his resting spot

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

- spooning or you on his chest or the other way around. It gives him a sense that he’s protecting you

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

- unexpected he could say “wanna go out” and you guys can end up in New York or something despite being in the uk to start off. He never makes them boring and makes sure to make them fun

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

- very open by accident he tries not to come off as loud or chaotic but it’s his personality he can’t help it

F = fluff (a random fluff headcanon about them)

- you guys have those Lego heart necklaces but as bracelets because he didn’t want to come off as “original”

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

- if your gifting him things he’s insanely flattered and blushy but just acts like he’s ok and tries to act manly to hide how he feels

- if your receiving the gifts hes very big and a huge show off buying you the most biggest or expensive things but sometimes calms down and gets you something small like a keychain or sweater

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

- ALWAYS HOLDING YOUR HAND. Sorry- he can’t live a day with your hand touch with his

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

- his chaotic mood drops hes very concerned for you and is very helpful. Sounds like hes the one on the verge of tears when hes not even the one heart (it hurts the heart 😔💕)

“It’s going to be ok, no I’m not crying 🥹”

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

- king of jokes I may say. He’s very jokey and basically everyday is having jokes from him. A normal conversation can turn into you both dying laughing, red faces, tears running down, and bright smiles

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

- likes to savor it so kinda long but not to long. In public hes quick not in public hes quick and always smiling. (He’s a sweet boy 🥹💕)

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

- touch (not wrong dont be weird-) or gift giving is his best. His actions speak better than his words. His words are always stumbled or slurred because he never knows what to say since he says more without thinking but around you he watches what he says to prevent him saying something to dramatic

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

- late night in brighton taking a walk and being loud teens having an amazing time just star watching

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

- you getting tired of him. He understands how he can be so he expects it but also can never see it happen especially the longer the relationship you guys are in

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

- he likes to like run his fingers down your arm or back to freak you out- (I hope you know what I’m talking about-)

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

- babe, baby girl/boy, baby, l/n (last name), mr/mrs simons

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

- anything really but mostly just watching a show and discussing it basically pausing it every second

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

- classic -MKTO

- sunkissed -Khaki dreams

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

- pretty open. I mean half his life is on the internet so there’s really no difference only some pretty personal things or secret projects you only know

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

- 1 year before Wilbur said ‘fuck it’ and confessed for tommy to you

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

- his very distant but also close sending little text messages asking if your ok or if you need anything

V = Vaunt (Do they like to show you off?)

- Y E S he announced it during a twitch panel and ever since he’s

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

- he would use his words. Let’s be honest, tommy would be kinda to scared being beat up but also just won’t not to increase any problems

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

- kinda well (not at all) he’s very blind with that but is a good helper and comforter

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

- so let’s say when you guys started dating his inner child kicked in and goes “I’m going to marry you when we’re older!” And thinks of all these places and ideas and takes your interest to find ideas jjst to make you happy

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

Playing with his hair or kissing his temples, he melts into your arms like goo

#dsmp tommyinnit #dsmp imagine #dsmp scenario #dsmp x reader #dsmp #mcyt imagine #mcyt #mcyt x reader #scenario #tommyinnit #tommyinnit x y/n #tommy x reader #tommyinnit x reader

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liyawritesss · 1 year

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ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴇɪɢʜᴛᴇᴇɴ ;; ᴘᴛ ɪᴠ

ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴡɪɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ;; ᴘᴛ ɪ

Characters: MCU!Shuri Udaku x Black!Masc!Reader

Type: Fic

Word Count: 13.3k

Synopsis: T’Challa’s first mission as an Avenger is to raid an American science facility for information on the whereabouts of an important Wakandan artifact, but it quickly turns into a rescue mission when he sees the horrors happening behind closed doors.

Warnings: cursing, allusions of racism, sexism, misogynoir, medical and scientific malpractices, inhuman experimentations, mentions of an extensive amount of surgeries done on reader, mentions of malnourishment,

A/N: This ones a long one, yall, so strap in and get your snacks cuz you’ll be sitting for a minute! This goes a little into detail about the extent of readers origins and the torture she endured as a lab experiment, so…black trauma there. Besides “lovely” all the other suggested songs are for the infiltration and fight scenes. Suggested songs to listen to: “Drip” by Cardi B & Migos, “HUMBLE” by Kendrick Lamar, “Snakes” by PVRIS & MIYAVI, “lovely” by billie eilish & khalid.

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13 years ago. June 5th, 2012. Upstate New York

T’Challa is a man who has only ever been nervous a handful of times in his life.

The first time he remembers being ridden with anxiety - not the kind where one has small doubts of their abilities, or the kind where the feeling of diffidence is light, but the kind where literally every part of your being is struck with the blinding stiffness of apprehension - was during his initiation ceremony to become the Black Panther. The transferring of mantles from his father, T’Chaka, to him, was an event that was long discussed by the pair. It was a common occurrence since the days of the Great Bashenga, where the Black Panther mantle was passed down from warrior to warrior with the blessing of Bast, the Great Panther Goddess. Having witnessed the ritual be performed by his father as a young child, and then the stripping ritual as a young adult, T’Challa witnessed the discomfort and pain his father endured, and could only imagine the terrors that would have been occurring in his mind at that time.

It was a painful ritual, one that tested the mind, body, and soul, in order to determine the worthiness of the mantle’s succession. If one failed, they could very much die. It was this very knowledge that made T’Challa nervous.

That same bubbling feeling blooms at the pit of his stomach as he sits across from Steve Rogers. Okoye and Aneka stand at either side of him clad in black with wide, thick gold necklaces adorning their necks, bold red lipstick and protective stances posed. He isn’t sure why, but the man has never not trusted his gut on his suspicions, and his gut was telling him that something was off. Maybe not in this very instance, but there was something T’Challa could not identify as the cause of this anxiousness pooling in his stomach. That alone made the feeling worse.

“Your Highness,” Steve greets. He sports a blue button up with khakis and brown boots, his blonde hair swept to the side in a professional look. ‘Very American’ as Okoye once said about the superhero.

“Captain,” T’Challa respondes, with a slight bow of his head in acknowledgement of the other man in front of him. The Crowned Prince is simple in his attire as he has always been - a thin, long sleeved shirt, dark green in color, paired with black pants and a pair of shoes Shuri had designed for him on the account of a lost bet between the two. The ring on his finger, passed down his father to him, adorns his left middle finger, and T’Challa takes to twisting the jewelry in circles in an attempt to ground himself.

“I apologize for the short notice,” Steve says, gesturing to the manilla file in his hand, “We just got word of this yesterday. Felt it would be appropriate to have you handle this.”

Steve slides the folder of files across the table to T’Challa, and the prince passes glances between the folder and Steve, before opening it and revealing its contents. “It sounded urgent.”

T’Challa likes to keep his words short and brief in settings like this. This affiliation of his with the Avengers is one of convenience. Whether or not Steve Rogers knew this was not a matter he could concern himself with, but if it is one thing T’Chaka has taught the crowned prince, it is that respect is given where credit is due. And Steve has saved countless lives in his time as hero, and T’Challa would give him that credit.

“We got word of this group called the Marine and Naval Research Support Corps, MNRSC for short,” T’Challa listens to the blonde man as he flips through the papers in the folder, scanning over the contents inside, “they’re a research group affiliated with the US Navy and Marine Corps, performing research on all things pertaining to the Marine and Navy, especially their battle strategies and combat data and statistics. But one of our retcon people caught wind of something on our radars that seemed…concerning, regarding their practices.”

“With all due respect, Captain,” T’Challa begins, “if it was something caught on your radar, should it not be handled by you and your team? Why contact me?”

“Because their practices include vibranium.”

As T’Challa turns to the next page, his eyes confirm Steve’s words as his eyes settle on a drafted image of an item, then shift over to the description on the side. It appears to be a statue of a feminine entity, and in the descriptions, it reads that this particular item was determined as a worship artifact of a particular water goddess of ancient Wakanda.

“Mami Wata,” T’Challa murmurs out, immediately recognizing the deity in question of which the statue is modeled after. Okoye and Aneka glance at each other from the corner of their eyes at this newfound information.

Mami Wata, otherwise referred to by Wakandan’s as Water Goddess, is the sovereign deity of the waters. She is a formidable deity, as T’Challa had learned much about the old pantheon of his country in his youth. The Water Goddess was known not only for her immense influence over waters and oceans, but also for sexuality and one's credence in their own sensual nature, healing in the cases of mental, physical, spiritual, and generational, and an unwavering sense of justice.

“This statue was found in a description of an encrypted message file that one of our retcon people were able to partially decode,” Steve begins again, “and it appears that this statue is made with vibranium in it. It isn’t clear as to why this group has it, or what they’re doing with it, but I figured you should be the first to know. This ball is in your court, Prince T’Challa.”

The brewing anxiety in the pit of his stomach just grew a little bit more.

T’Challa closes the case file, his hand lying flat against the pale yellow folder. His father’s ring catches his attention, the intricate design on it is a reminder of his position as Wakanda’s Protector. Taking this case isn’t an option; it’s a requirement.

“Thank you for bringing this information to our attention,” T’Challa hums, as he hands the manilla folder to Okoye on his right, and he stands up from the table, “We will see that this artifact is returned to its rightful home.”

Steve raises at the same time as T’Challa, ready to bid the man farewell, as he outstretches his hand to the Wakandan royal for a farewell handshake, “I expect nothing less from you.”

Aneka and Okoye watch Steve’s movements intently, ready to pounce and guard if the American superhero dared to show ill intent in his movements. It is an expectation of Steve’s, one he finds himself unintentionally testing whenever meeting with the prince like this.

T’Challa gestures for the women to return as they were, going to shake Steve’s hand and return the gesture of respect. The hand shake lasted for a moment too long, as T’Challa made it a point to seek out Steve’s blue irises, holding a firm gaze as he spoke his next words.

“I need not remind you, Captain,” T’Challa speaks in a low, firm voice, unwavering, “my efforts are on behalf of my country. And so I will approach this situation as such.”

There’s a glint in Steve’s eye, and T’Challa describes it as one of mutual understanding. Understanding, in the fact that this affiliation was strictly one of business. T’Challa has no intention of acting on behalf of the Avengers. His people are his first priority, and so he will first and foremost have the protection of his people in his mind.

“Of course, Prince.” Steve replies, with a tone that can’t be distinguished between sarcasm or light venom, but it is a tone shared by both, nonetheless. Their hands separate, T’Challa bows his head once more, and he turns to leave with Okoye and Aneka following him. Those blue irises staring into his back bring a knowing smile to T’Challa’s lips; a small, barely noticeable one, but it is there.

T’Challa, Okoye and Aneka leave the Avengers headquarters located in upstate New York. It is a considerably more peaceful location than the hustle and bustle of the city, and it is among the very few praises he gives the Avengers team. Along the trail leading up to the main entrance are three shiny black jeeps in a single file line. Okoye and Aneka direct the Crowned Prince to the jeep in the middle - the ones in the front and back of the line hold two additional Dora Milaje in each one. The Prince’s Guard is a small, elite team of the most skilled warriors the Dora Milaje have to offer - young, graceful, and deadly. Aneka is normally assigned to the KingsGuard, but T’Chaka was firm in shifting the second-in-command’s position, wanting the utmost protection for his son during his visit in America.

The trio slip into the middle jeep, alerting the other Dora to start their respective vehicles. The three jeeps then drive off down the trail and onto the road, heading back into the overwhelming city of Manhattan.

There is a series of beeps that emit from T’Challa’s wrist. The prince raises his hand up to expose the kimoyo beads on his wrist, pressing the small metallic ball, answering the incoming call from his father - King T’Chaka. The two greet each other warmly, as family should, and the prince chuckles as his father mumbles about his inexperience with the technological instrument created by his dearest daughter, Shuri.

A few years ago, it was decided that with T’Chaka’s old age restricting his ability to perform in the field, he would need to pass down the mantle of Black Panther to his son, T’Challa. It had been an event talked about amongst the two for a long time, stemming from the princes’ youth. T’Challa, once he was of age, would take on the mantle and perform the duties his father once did. Allowing T’Chaka to rule as King, and T’Challa be named Wakanda’s Protector, would not only alleviate tension from the older man’s shoulders, but would provide the young prince much needed experience as next in line for succession of the monarchy. It was a decision well celebrated and well commended by many.

The sight of T’Chaka’s face, alive and in good health, brings a little comfort to the prince, who is still experiencing the leaping feeling of anxiousness in his stomach.

“So, how did the meeting with that Captain America go?”

The King’s voice could be heard from T’Challa set of kimoyo beads, the monarch surprising the prince with a call the moment the trio were back on the road towards Manhattan. Okoye drove, Aneka sat in the front passenger seat, and T’Challa was left in the back seat.

“It was good, my King,” T’Challa replied, “we have the location of the lost Wakandan artifact - the statue of the Water Goddess. Okoye, Aneka and I will prepare for extraction within the next few days.” There’s a lingering sense of subordination in T’Challa’s tone, which causes the king to sigh.

“Son, speak comfortably with me,” T’Chaka says, “I am your father before I am your king.”

T’Challa has only ever wanted to make his father proud. The weight of being Crowned Prince was not an easy load to carry. The young man worked very hard in his youth, and still does, to prove himself worthy of his position in line for succession. The weight of the Black Panther mantle was not an easy load to carry, either. T’Challa was still new to this position, still wet behind the ears and eager to please and prove himself capable of handling such a vast and consequential role. So it was only expected that the prince, in all his well-hidden nervousness, is a little too formal, a little too respectful, especially when addressing his father. This is a behavior that T’Chaka has time and time told his son was unnecessary.

“Sorry, Baba,” T’Challa apologizes, though he knows it won’t be long before he will be lightly reprimanded for such behavior again, “but yes, the meeting went well. We are heading back to the hotel now to plan our next moves.”

“That is good.” The King commends. “Do not stress, my son. You will perform excellently, as you have always done.”

T’Chaka’s words bring a boyish grin to T’Challa’s lips, the looming anxiety calming slightly. “Debrief me now, T’Challa. What have you learned from the Captain?”

It is a moment of teaching; T’Chaka was a fan of the concept of hands-on learning and on-the-field experience. He took every opportunity he could to assist in T’Challa’s growing agency and confidence in his role. He understands his son is still quite nervous with his newfound responsibilities, and as a good father, he extends a helping hand when needed.

T’Challa retrieves the manilla folder with the case in question, placing it in his lap to open the file to relay the information to his father.

“The Captain’s retcon team decoded an encrypted message about a particular statue being used by a military scientific research group known as the Marine and Naval Research Support Corps - MNRSC.” T’Challa scans through the papers once more as he recites the information to his father. “The Captain claims he has no knowledge as to why this group has this artifact, or how they have obtained it.”

“And what do you think, T’Challa?”

The prince paused for a moment, taking to tracing his father’s ring in thought.

“Do I believe the Captain is ignorant to this group’s motives and operations? There is a possibility. He has no reason to trust me, and I him. I believe it is only our mutual respect that guided his motive in relaying this information to me.”

T’Chaka releases a hum of approval, of which urges T’Challa to continue with his words. “And this military group?”

“Amongst many things, the Water Goddess is viewed as a protector. Assuming these scientists understand the power the great Water Goddess possesses, and the requirements needed for worship, they may assume that this statue is a sort of gateway to accessing a form of protection for their men out on the waterfront.”

“You give these Americans too much credit, my son,” T’Chaka hums once more, and although there is no holographic video view of his father in front of him, T’Challa can hear the sarcastic smile in his father’s voice, “The Great Water Goddess bends to no one, mortal or otherwise. We would be doing this group a favor and sparing them of her wrath.”

“Indeed.”

T’Challa bids his father farewell as the jeep comes to a halt, and Okoye voices that the trio has arrived at the hotel of which they resided in for the time being. Stepping out of the jeep, T’Challa holds the case file close to his chest, as he walks side by side with his General and Lieutenant and behind him the four other Dora warriors dressed the same, and enter into the five star hotel.

In his mind, T’Challa is already brewing a cinematic of how this mission is to play out, and he would be careful to make sure it was a success. No matter what.

2001. Africa’s North-East Coast - Atlantic Ocean.

The Marine & Naval Support Research Corps is a sub-organization of the main branches of the Navy and Marine factions of the US army. Established in the early 1940’s during the height of World War 2, the MNSRC was created with the sole purpose of assisting the US Marines and Navy. In analyzing the effectiveness of battle strategies and statistics of combat data, the MNSRC presents new innovations for the valuable men and women who serve as Marines and Navy seamen.

That is, of course, what the world sees. The MNSRC, a valuable and critical asset to the function of the US military, has skeletons in the closet like any other government organization.

For years, the organization has been trying to find a solution to increasing the success rates of their battle strategies. Being at sea, the vast unknown that lurked beneath the blue waters was largely unpredictable, and in the current world they lived in, the officials of this group wanted to preserve their numbers as best as possible. The risk of deploying skilled men and women out into the field who would serve better as protection for the US Coasts, and then having them die at the hands of the vast sea of unknowns, was too great. From studying the ancient worlds and their gods to pushing the limits of their technological pursuits, the MNSRC was thought to have exhausted all of their options, driving the high ranking officials into a corner.

Until an opportunity presented itself.

After stopping to refuel on the north-eastern coast of Africa, Navy seamen who inhabited the USS Water-Bearer, the largest of the Navy vessels under the MNSRC command, started reporting that they were seeing apparitions on the shoreline. Some reports were miniscule, seemingly brushed off as common faux-visions from the peripheral of their eyes. Others, however, brought a sense of dread aboard the ship.

One notable report, that of a Seaman Officer Sailor William Bolton, recalled spotting a woman standing above the waters, gracefully gliding against the blue currents. Naked, with a serpent like creature adorning her shoulders, Sailor Bolton recalled not feeling fear or dread during this ‘coincidental’ spotting - instead, he said that it was if this female apparition was beckoning him into the waters. “I felt at ease,” the sailor recalled, “like I was returning home from a long night at sea. No bad feeling or nothin’.”

Comparing this account to others, who specifically recalled being stricken with an inexplicable amount of fear at the sight of this female apparition, the higher ranking officers aboard the USS Water-Bearer grew intrigued. Upon speaking with the nearby village inhabitants, the identity of this mysterious woman was soon revealed. A goddess of the waters, one who’s strong belief of justice would only become partial in the presence of a member of the Lost Tribe.

Without disclosing their hypothesis, S.O.Bolton was approached by his lieutenant with an opportunity of a lifetime. To ascend to the next rank of Petty Officer, Bolton would have his exam done out in the field - he would dive into the waters they were currently stationed in, and retrieve an artifact that was said to have been ‘carelessly tossed overboard by another petty officer unbecoming of his status.’

With the new opportunity for higher authority and better pay, William Bolton manned a solo submarine into the waters of north-east Africa, a picture and the description of the item in question pulled up on the monitor screen for the seaman to better identify what he was looking for within the murky waters. The captain, commanders, commander-lieutenants, and lieutenant officers watched from above on their aquatic radars, tracking Bolton’s movements.

The theory posed was that the deity mentioned by the village folk, who’s worship statue laid somewhere beneath the heavy waters by the goddess’s choice, could be exactly what they were looking for. Desperate and with all other options exhausted, the military officers and researchers prayed that this would be their answer.

S.O. Bolton returned to the surface with the said statue. He died exactly one week later.

The statue was quickly handed off to the research team, as the supposed apparition sightings got worse for the Navy seamen. The research team were able to contain the statue and its supernatural properties within a high-vibrational glass chamber, while the most skilled researchers did their best to uncover the statues secrets.

A much more sinister plot was on the way. Once back in America, the researchers were in need of a test subject. Lab rats would not work for this kind of experiment. They needed a human. Just one.

And that task was left up to a Dr. Connor Warden, the lead researcher in this project. Dr. Warden was a man of science, so much so that good morals and basic humanity were qualities he greatly lacked. Dr. Warden lived by the concept that minor sacrifices were necessary for the advancement of the masses. Though, his idea of ‘minor sacrifices’ was highly debatable.

It became more prevalent when he returned back to his vessel with a heavily pregnant woman, with no known identity and in desperate need for cash. Under Dr. Warden’s false pretenses, the woman would receive her payout - at the cost of her own life and her unborn child.

It would not be long before the woman went into labor, and despite the long running list of possible labor and birth complications the unknown woman could endure, which would ultimately lead to her death, Dr. Warden still approved the emergency cesarean section. The doctor was exceptionally close to having his plan be put into motion, and would not allow minor complications to disrupt his trajectory.

The doctor himself performed the C-Section, of which the unidentified woman died from, but Dr. Connor Warden did not feel remorse for his actions. In his eyes, this minor sacrifice was for the greater good of the protection of the country.

Project MA-WA could finally begin.

June 19th, 2012. Boston Harbor Islands.

“Ugh. The stench here is infuriating.”

Okoye’s slick comment causes T’Challa and Aneka to snicker as the three make their way into the check-in kiosk. She is right, however. There was a potent smell of alcohol and overpriced cologne that polluted the air. Complimentary of the fact that there was nothing but white men too stuck in their egos and too prideful of their professions, masking their insecurities with money and liquor and copious amounts of poorly chosen body fragrances.

“Play nice, General,” T’Challa reminded, “we will not be here longer than need be.”

Tonight’s plan was sure to go off without a hitch, T’Challa thought. The MNRSC was holding a party to celebrate the completion of their new innovation to protect Marines and Navy seamen, of which would not have been possible without the Wakandan artifact the trio were there to retrieve.

T’Challa, Okoye, and Aneka, under disguises as MNRSC scientists, would infiltrate the party, locate the artifact on the bottom deck of the ship, and make their escape into the waters below, where the quinjet lay invisible and ready for extraction. It was, in hindsight, a fairly simple mission - Okoye and Aneka would keep up appearances while T’Challa did the difficult part of searching the ship’s bottom levels for the said statue. With the careful and meticulous planning of the three, nothing could go wrong.

“Okay, Dr. Gurira and Dr. Kasumba,” T’Challa hummed, addressing Aneka and Okoye by their respective undercover names, “are we ready to see what MNRSC has declared their newest innovation of military protection?”

“Of course, Dr. Boseman.” Aneka responded.

After swiping their key cards with their undercover identities’ information encoded within, the three were then welcomed onto the USS Water-Bearer by doting staff members who expressed their desire for them to enjoy the night. Once aboard the ship, the bright lights that contrasted against the night sky and the seemingly innocent chitter-chatter of people enveloped the three Wakandan natives, who immediately began scanning the area of the vessel to start their infiltration. T’Challa nodded for Okoye to trek to the left to the main deck of the ship, where a group that surrounded one of the researchers part of this infamous project was located. For Aneka, the prince gestured for her to head straight to the food bar, knowing that her easy going demeanor would attract the important people.

As for T’Challa, the prince found himself walking to the bar, the perfect place with an excellent view of the rest of the venue. He orders a glass of bourbon on the rocks, and starts his people-watching.

From the glasses that rested on the bridge of his nose, T’Challa is able to get a better view of the party guests. Another brilliant invention of his little sister, Shuri, who was all but eager to hand him the pair before he set out to America a few weeks prior. ‘They have facial recognition detectors,’ he remembers the eleven year old girl chirping proudly as she handed him the case, ‘so you can see bad guys from far away!’ The young child would receive his thanks tenfold when the prince returned from this mission, T’Challa decided.

Many of the scientists at the party were not core members of Project MA-WA, much less associated with the project at all. Of the vastness of the partygoers, he was only able to spot five - two had been talking with Okoye and Aneka each, and one that was approaching him now. The famed Dr. Connor Warden-

Wait, why is he approaching T’Challa?

“You must be fresh meat, aye?” The doctor chimes as he takes a seat next to the prince at the bar, ordering himself a two shots of vodka - no chasers - making himself comfortable. “New recruit?”

“Fresh off the training boat,” T’Challa joins, putting on his perfected American accent, reaching out a hand to the lead scientist, “Doctor Chadwick Boseman, sir.”

“Welcome aboard, Boseman!” Dr. Warden cheers, charisma shining through his pearly white teeth and his neatly ironed lab coat, though T’Challa can see from the information displayed on his glasses, that this man is far from friendly. His charisma is a double edged sword - entertaining and sinister.

“My superiors are fans of your work,” T’Challa lies, though it comes out as natural as the truth would, “and I have to say I follow right behind them. You’re known pretty well in this field.”

“Buttering me up ain’t gettin’ you nowhere, kid,” Dr. Warden chides, but T’Challa can tell that it all but fuels his ego, “but you’re superiors and you got taste. I’ve been working in this field a long time, and let me tell you, what we’re about to disclose tonight about Project MA-WA is going to be the height of American innovation!”

“Is that so?” T’Challa edges, taking a sup of his liquor while the scientist before him downs his shot of vodka with ease. “If I wasn’t eager to know before, I sure am now. I wouldn’t expect anything less from the best.”

“Ah, that's what I like to here!” Dr. Warden chuckles, T’Challa’s subordination further fueling the white man’s ego.

“Now that is an interesting piece of jewelry you got there,” Dr. Warden hums as he examines the panther claw necklace that adorns T’Challa’s neck and chest, the warm lighting reflecting off of the jewelry, making it stand out against his shirt. Another one of Shuri’s inventions, a prototype that she begged the man to try on specifically for this mission. It was supposed to help with the panther suit transformation efficiency - though, as Shuri explained, ‘Baba’s is old and tacky and ugly! Mine's so much better!’

“Ah, this thing,” T’Challa begins, coming up with a creative diversion on the spot, “this was a gift from my baby sister, Letitia. She’s really into panthers. They’re a pretty big deal where we come from.”

“You sure your sister isn’t a scientist too?” Dr. Warden asks, which makes T’Challa’s stomach tighten ever so slightly as the question reaches a bit too close to home. “She’s got a knack for design, and we always need more black women on the team, as the higher ups say. Faux diversity and what not.”

“Ah, no. Letitia is more of an….artsy person.” T’Challa hums in response, and there’s a moment of static sounding in his ears before Okoye’s voice is heard through his invisible ear comms. “Please let there be a time of which I can gut that man.” She grunts in disgust, and it takes everything in T’Challa not to verbally agree with the general.

“He insults the princess’s very intelligence,” Aneka sounds in his other ear, “as if she has not done more in her years than he. To be bested by an eleven year old would surely put his ego into ruins.”

It would indeed, and as much as the thought amuses T’Challa, he would have to entertain it later.

“You know, you remind me of a recruit we used to have.” Dr. Warden says, though his words come out in a particular tone that T’Challa can’t quite pinpoint.

“Really?” He replies, playing along. “I get that a lot. Guess I’m a universal soul or somethin’ like that…who was it, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Ah, I can’t remember the guy. Was a long time ago, though,” Dr. Warden responds, and T’Challa’s stomach begins to fill with a slight sense of dread as the older scientist continues to talk, “Wasn’t one of mine. He was a Navy seaman. Honestly, without his sacrifice, Project MA-WA wouldn’t even exist!”

“Sacrifice? He must have been a real supporter of your cause.”

“Supporter, I don’t know about that. Boy was just a new recruit for the few months he was on the Water-Bearer. We stopped at a port in North East Africa to refuel and the seamen started saying they were seeing things.”

T’Challa hums as he continues to nurse the drink in his hand, intrigued by this not-so-newfound information. “Seeing things? Hope you weren’t out at sea for too long for that to happen.”

“Not even. Spooked a couple of people with the reports we were getting. But the guy, ah…Bolton! Bolton was his name - said when he was seeing it, it wasn’t fear or anything compared to what his comrades felt. The again, it’s Africa, the boy was probably feeling at home, but that's besides the point-”

“He is definitely the type to enjoy hearing himself speak,” Aneka says in an exasperated tone, already tired of the story despite its vitality.

“Stay alert, my prince,” Okoye warned, “this is too easy. It could be a trap of his own. Take his words lightly, and remember your position.”

T’Challa hummed, it being a response to the General voicing her concerns in his left ear, acknowledging Aneka’s frustrations in his right, and gesturing for the man in front of him to continue.

“The lieutenant sent the boy into the ocean to retrieve an artifact the locals said had been hidden in the waters for years. We got it, kid died a week later. But minor sacrifices like those, they’re necessary for the advancement of the masses. Well, I’m sure I’m not telling you anything you haven’t heard from your own superiors.”

T’Challa didn’t like the way he not only brushed over the poor seamans death as if it were nothing to talk about, but also how he mentioned the concept of sacrificing for the majority. It wasn’t a concept he was unfamiliar with, but one he wished was as avoidable as it was acceptable. Dr. Warden’s overall indifference to the matter only furthered the aching in the prince's stomach.

“But what we got on this ship right here,” Dr. Warden concluded, staring right into T’Challa’s eyes as if he was trying to pierce into his soul (and perhaps he was successful, because T’Challa started to hold his breath as his conversation with this scientist continued), “it’s gonna change everything. The only living prototype that would change the way we protect our military, our country, lies right beneath our feet. And you’re gonna be apart of the next generation of scientists who not only get to cultivate it, but watch it multiply.”

That right there made the lump in T’Challa’s throat thicken. And as he bid the older scientist farewell as he made his way to another group of people, probably to retell the same story again in a more chipper tone, the prince’s desire to retrieve this artifact and leave grew. Suddenly, the prince wasn’t too confident in his own plan.

“-alla? Prince T’Challa, can you hear us?”

Okoye’s concerned voice breaks T’Challa from his stiff inattention, bringing the prince to the sudden realization that there may be more to this extraction mission than what was originally left to believe.

“Aneka, Okoye, keep up appearances on the main deck,” T’Challa says firmly, a sudden eagerness stirring inside the man as he stands up from the bar stool, his drink finished, “I’m going to head below.”

“Are you sure, my prince?” Aneka sounds worried as well, the sinister words of the lead scientist making her own skin prickle, and if she’s affected, she knows for sure that T’Challa is as well. “Perhaps one of us should-”

“No.” T’Challa says firmly, leaving no room for argument. “The less, the better. And quite frankly, I do not have a good feeling about this extraction mission.”

Okoye, who’s frame is nearly covered by a few bodies belonging to MNRSC scientists, is able to make eye contact with T’Challa who sits across from her at the bar, as well as Aneka, who’s positioned herself along the ship railing, maintaining a fixed position and keeping an eye on the two Project MA-WA scientists who had come up to her. Although hesitant, they all shared a knowing look, understanding T’Challa’s standpoint.

“We are here if you need us, my prince.”

And it’s all T’Challa needs to set out on his own. He maintains his cool, greeting people he passes by with a smile and a warm acknowledgement, under the guise of making his way to the bathroom. He pushes his glasses further up the bridge of his nose, and as he makes his way to the designated toilet, he takes mental note of the amount of security officers that litter certain points of the hallway.

There are five that T’Challa notes on his way to the bathroom - three in the hall of the bathrooms, one for the mens, womens, and gender-neutral rooms, one that stands at the entrance of the hallway, and one that guards another unlabeled door at the end of the hallway. The prince slips into the mens room, the single bathroom providing him enough obscurity to enact the first part of the plan.

“Alright, dear sister,” the princes mumbles to himself as he taps one of the beads on his wrist to open up a holographic screen, revealing a map of the ship, highlighting the amount of security guards on each floor, “lets see how well this update of yours works.”

T’Challa taps on the five security guard images on the screen, and an option appears on the screen to corrupt their individual ear comms. The prince enacts this command, and after a moment of processing, a box appears on the holographic screen with a voice alternant. T’Challa saves his surprise for later, but an impressed smile makes its way onto his lips nevertheless. T’Challa begins to speak, and while his voice is heard within the bathroom walls, through the security guards’ comms it comes out as the voice of Dr. Conor Warden.

“Security needed on the main deck. We’ve got a potential stowaway.”

Within seconds, T’Challa hears a series of footsteps pass by the mens room’s door, and to make sure that there aren’t any remaining bodies left, he presses his ear to the door to listen intently. After a moment of silence, T’Challa carefully opens the door, peeks his head outside, before quickly making his way to the unlabeled door and entering inside, closing the door carefully behind him.

The hallway is dimly lit, due to the fact that there wasn’t supposed to be anyone past this point. T’Challa continues his descent into the ship, checking the map displayed from his wrist every now and then to make sure he was going the right way. He notices that the further he descends into the ship, the less security guards there seem to be. Despite the man ducking into dark corners and skillfully avoiding the lurking eyes of the security guards he does pass, there is an unsettling feeling in his stomach that urges the prince to tread lightly. He was beginning to agree with Okoye’s words - the leniency of security of such an important military project was fairly unusual. Part of him wants to believe that maybe the MNRSC really were so confident, they didn’t expect to have their sins catch up to them. But T’Challa knows better, which is why he has his suit on standby if things go awry.

T’Challa finally reaches the bottom level, and ironically, there is only one door within the hallway, and according to the map displayed from his kimoyo beads, that door leads to the laboratory where the Water Goddess statue was located. And guarding that door were four security personnel, much more military-equipped than the previous guards he was able to evade. T’Challa would have to try a new tactic to remove these guards from their posts.

Looking around his current surroundings, the prince spots an unnaturally placed, bright red bouncy ball a few feet away from him. Although confused on why exactly a child’s toy is on the ship of a high-ranking military research group, T’Challa disregards the thought for now and decides to use the toy to his own advantage.

The security guards are startled when the sound of the bouncy ball rings throughout the corridor, the appearance of the toy causing the four of them to look at each other quizzingly. One guard volunteers to check around the corner, and with his gun raised, he bounds around the corner, disappearing from the view of his comrades. The guard sees nothing, but as he lets his guard down, a black shadow from above takes advantage of his mistake.

There’s a scuffle and muffled grunts which catches the attention of the three other guards, and the three jump in unison as they see their comrade get thrown into the wall, unconscious, his gun sliding across the shiny floor, emptied.

Confused and cautious, the next two guards make their way to disappear around the corner. Once again, there are shared grunts and shouts, before the two receive the same fate as their previous comrade.

The last security guard, thoroughly frightened but bound by the code of his career, leaves his post to face the unknown that lurks behind the corner. His fright only increases when he sees nothing in the corridor, except for the red bouncy ball that had rolled its way back to its original position amidst the commotion. Sensing a presence behind him, the security guard goes to turn around, but is quickly knocked out before he has a chance to see who the perpetrator is.

With the current opposition defeat, T’Challa sighs, shaking the pain out of his knuckles from the amount of punches he had to deliver. He didn’t want to use his Black Panther strength, much less the suit prototype that lay dormant in the panther claw necklace around his neck, hoping to complete the mission without unnecessary force. He found out quickly that the wish to not use of his increased strength was not an option.

Stepping around the strewn bodies, T’Challa makes his way to the now unguarded door. He presses his kimoyo beads to the number lock system that replaces the handle, and after a series of beeps and flashing of random number combinations in red, there is a long beep and on the tiny screen there is a series of numbers that flash in green, signaling that the door was unlocked.

T’Challa pushes through the door gently, now putting himself on a timer to retrieve what he came for and leave before his actions and identity are discovered.

The sight of the room wasn’t impressive compared to the grand laboratory in Wakanda. The machines were mediocre in assembly, and the entire room felt dark and dank, the scenery reminiscent of an evil lair out of a comic book. The low hum of electricity echoes out through the empty room, and aside from that and the audible footsteps from T’Challa’s tip-toe walking pace, there was an unnerving, eerie silence that filled the room.

T’Challa’s eyes first land on a glass container which contains the Water Goddess statue, submerged in an unidentifiable, clear liquid. Certain lines of the carving glow a bright blue, the vibranium laced into the wood strong and unyielding. However, upon further inspection, T’Challa notices that connected to the container are a series of wires, which trail down to a vitals monitor which sounds low beeps in evenly timed intervals. From the monitor, the prince’s eyes follow yet another set of wires, and T’Challa’s eyes widen in consternation at what he saw.

His feet carried him closer to a table, and on said table of which the monitor wires were connected to, was a young African American girl. She looked no older than his own sister, with kinky black hair done in two messy french braids, skin virtually drained of its melanin and leaving a ghostly brown pigment in its wake, and frail to the touch. She was unconscious, the child’s breath labored in her slumber, and T’Challa now understands the persistent pool of distress that had made itself home in his stomach for the past few weeks.

T’Challa is sick to his stomach. This was the newly completed project Dr. Connor Warden referenced. He recalls that sick doctor’s words of minor sacrifices and the slick comment on black women recruitment, lathered in every -ism the prince could think of.

‘The only living prototype that would change the way we protect our military, our country, lies right beneath our feet.’

T’Challa’s hands wrap around the medical bed’s rails, his grip incredibly tight, surely leaving dents in the metal due to his enhanced strength.

‘And you’re gonna be apart of the next generation of scientists who not only get to cultivate it, but watch it multiply.’

“Prince T’Challa, have you made it to the lab yet?”

T’Challa doesn’t respond right away, although he knows Okoye would call for him again in mere seconds. He’s caught in a crossroad decision, and he’s back into a tighter corner when he hears the sounds of more soldiers approaching from the corridor.

This was not how this mission was supposed to go.

“T’Challa, are you there-?”

“Okoye, Aneka, listen to me closely,” T’Challa begins, and ass the voices of more security guards begins to grow louder, the prince dawns his Black Panther suit, the nanites emerging from the panther claw necklace adorning his chest and covering his entire body in sleek black, “there will be a change of plans.”

“T’Challa, are you alright? Should we assist you?” Aneka asks, but the prince all but ignores her as he quickly conjures up a plan of action.

“Things have just gotten a little more complicated. The artifact is not the only thing we have to worry about now.”

“My prince, what do you mean? What have you discovered-?”

“Return to the quinjet-” a loud banging sounds on the metal door - the security guards are trying to force their way in, and they’re nearly there, “-and wait by the rear of the ship for my signal-”

If Aneka or Okoye were spluttering protests, they fell on deaf ears, as T’Challa’s attention shot from the young girl to the now detached door, armed with security officers flooding the threshold and into the laboratory.

“-go. Now!”

In T’Challa’s attempt at blocking the young girl's body from an onslaught of bullets directed at him, he tipped the bed on its side, causing the girl to land onto the cold, hard floor, but at least the metal underside of the bed now shielded her from any harm. The prince, now fueled with an unbridled sense of rage, began to tear through the mass of military personnel sent to disarm him. His suit repelled the bullets, causing them to ricochet off of his person and into the nearby walls. A few bullets flew to the glass container housing the Water Goddess statue, causing glass shards, clear liquid, and the statue to fall to the floor.

T’Challa decides to use this to his advantage, back-trekking across the puddle and leading a few of the unsuspecting military officers right into the puddle created, slipping and falling hard on the concrete ground, discombobulating them. Two soldiers approached from his right, and T’Challa made quick work in disarming one, kicking one of them into a wall, and headbutting the other with the butt of the assault rifle of the previous soldier.

As soon as the second soldier fell, T’Challa’s kimoyo beads began to beep. Quickly flipping his wrist over, he all but groans as the caller ID reads the name of his beloved little sister.

T’Challa effortlessly punches an approaching officer, knocking him down with ease, as he begrudgingly answers the audio call, knowing that declining or ignoring wasn’t an option. T’Challa could not decline or ignore Shuri’s calls, a fault of his own due to his own love for his sister, and also because the young girl would find a way to simply hack into his beads and force him to answer anyway.

“Hi Big Brother!” Shuri’s chipper voice sounds in T’Challa’s ears, and if he weren’t in the midst of an onslaught of military soldiers charging at him, he would allow himself to smile at the innocent girl's greeting.

“Hi, Shuri,” T’Challa replies, trying his best to cover up his slightly heavy breathing, disguising his voice into a more carefree one, “Big Brother is kind of busy right now-”

“I know, I’m sorry, I know you are on an important mission-” the young princess apologizes, and for a moment T’Challa feels almost guilty, though he is reminded that such an emotion he cannot allow himself to feel right now. A soldier charges at him, and T’Challa delivers a quick one-two to his opponent's chest, disarming him quickly and knocking him out with the same technique used on his previous victim, “-I just wanted to ask if my glasses were working for you?”

“Your glasses?” T’Challa hums, guarding himself from a soldier initiating close combat with him.

“Oh, yes! Your glasses! They worked wonderfully, dear sister!” The panther superhero hurriedly replies, delivering a deep jab in the officer's gut with his knee, throwing him against a nearby wall and discarding him. “Aren’t I lucky to have such a genius sister who makes amazing technology for me?”

Shuri giggles with pride on the other end of his ear comms, and T’Challa’s chest swells with his own sense of pride, however, it is quickly short lived when a surprise perpetrator approaches the panther from behind, and slamming his back with a discarded sheet of metal. It knocks T’Challa to the ground, causing him to audibly grunt and wince from the impact.

“What was that? Are you hurt, T’Challa?”

The prince quickly brushes off his temporary pain, grabbing the ankle of his assaulter, dragging them to the ground with him, and as T’Challa takes hold of the soldiers collar, he makes quick work in replying to the clueless eleven year old on the other end of the line. “What? Me? Hurt? Never! The Black Panther never gets hurt!”

T’Challa slams the officer onto the ground, his head making harsh contact with the concrete floor, effectively knocking him unconscious as well. At this point the entire room is strewn with bodies, and whether they were simply unconscious are worse, wasn’t particularly on T’Challa’s mind. “Little Sister, I will call you back on my way home, Big Brother is still working.”

“Okay…” Shuri drawls out, and the older man could physically hear the pout his little sister is dawning right now, “call me later! So I can ask you about the suit!”

“Of course, Shuri. Gotta go now, behave yourself!” and with that, T’Challa quickly hangs up on the little girl, thankfully as the last remaining soldier foolishly charges at him. T’Challa doesn’t hesitate to sweep the soldier off their feet, snatch their assault rifle from their hands, and knock them out using the butt of the gun once more. Fatigued from his fight, but maintaining a calm composure for his surprise call, the panther discards the gun, turns on his heel, and retrieves the Water Goddess statue still lying on the ground, untouched during the scuffle.

Once retrieved, the prince turns to the overturned bed, and slowly approaches it. The closer he comes, the more clearly T’Challa hears what he deems to be sniffles. At first, his body stills, contemplating on what to do. There’s a short pause as T’Challa takes in his surroundings - and it is definitely not one to leave a child in. The prince moves closer, and peering over the side of the bed, he sees the same little girl, having regained her consciousness, curled into a tight ball, body racking with sobs and fright.

Fuck, things really did just get very complicated.

“Hey,” T’Challa voices in the softest voice he can muster, but even then his voice causes the young girl to jump violently, scooting impossibly closer into the corner she’s holding herself up in. After a moment, the little girl raises her head slightly, one eye peeking from behind her knee, to see the large man clad in black hovering over her and her overturned bed.

“I am not here to hurt you,” T’Challa begins, although he’s not sure if your young mind can comprehend such words. Others could have said the same, and turned on their word just as quickly as they were said, “I know you must be very scared right now. I would like to help you. Would you like that?’

Another moment passes before the little girl nods - it's a tight, curt shake of the head, filled with uncertainty, but there’s the tiniest glimmer of hope that shines in the eye T’Challa is able to see.

“Good,” the prince says, and with careful and slow movements, he reaches out his hand over the edge of the overturned bed, “take my hand, young one.”

There’s a looming hesitancy, but after several glances between T’Challa’s masked face and his gloved hand, the little girl slowly reaches out, and places her smaller hand into T’Challa’s larger one. In one swift movement, T’Challa pulls the girl onto his hip, and with the child and the statue in hand, he turns to the broken entrance of the laboratory.

Before he makes a move to leave, however, the prince looks down at the little girl clinging to him, and says, “You have to hold on to me extra tight now, young one. We are about to go really fast.”

The child nods, wrapping her arms around T’Challa’s neck tightly, her legs also tightening their grip on his hips, and once she is secure, T’Challa makes a mad sprint to the rear deck of the vessel, zooming up stairs and through doors and corridors. He calls on his ear comms for Okoye and Aneka to ready the position of the quinjet, and as he finally breaks onto the rear deck of the ship, fresh air filling his lungs and breezing past his form. T’Challa can practically taste freedom on the tip of his tongue.

The prince approaches the railing, and peers downward into what the regular naked eye can see as water but there's a sharp and quick shimmer of electric blue that runs the shape of the familiar quinjet, letting him know that his ride home was just below. And as he goes to mount the banister, preparing to fall into the safety of the ship's opening, he is stopped by the same sinister voice that approached him at the bar earlier that evening.

“Are you really willing to risk everything for that thing?”

T’Challa refuses to turn around, for if he were to be face to face with that conniving doctor, the prince may not be able to contain his fury. He is unsure if his words are directed to the statue in his hand or the girl on his hip, but either case has T’Challa ready to tear this infamous Dr. Connor Warden apart.

“You can take her,” the doctor chuckles, his voice confident and lacking any sort of remorse, “you can hide her away or discard her, or keep her as your own; but wherever she goes, we will find her.”

Dr. Warden’s voice makes T’Challa’s being sick all over again, the way that he refers to this little girl who clings onto him for dear life, as an object of ‘innovation’. His bigoted words make much more sense - in fact, they shine in an even more sinister light than the Prince wants to acknowledge. His grip on the girl and the statue tighten.

“She is my creation. I will always find her.”

And for some reason, despite T’Challa knowing the risks of what he’s about to do, he smiles underneath his mask anyway.

“I would like to see you try.”

Dr. Warden’s lips curl into a smirk as well, recognizing loosely the voice of the man clad in black before him. He thinks he has the upper hand.

And with that, T’Challa mounts the railing, and with his faith placed in the Water Goddess and the Panther Goddess alike, he falls into the waters below.

June 20th, 2012. The Golden City, Wakanda.

T’Challa’s grip on the metal railing is all but a familiar one; tight and firm and the only barrier he has to keep his frustrations at bay.

He watches from an observation balcony as the more than skilled doctors of his country finish administering vital nutrients to the little girl he had saved mere hours before. At this moment she rests on a medical bed, but the prince had ordered she’d be reassigned to one of the guest chambers. Despite not disclosing the horrors he had witnessed in his extraction-turned-rescue mission, all it took was one look of his face, and there need be no more questions asked. There was a looming tension in the air around the Black Panther, but no palace or medical staff dared bring it into question, fearing that if they were to do so, the prince’s frustrations would unintentionally come out onto them.

Out of his peripheral vision, T’Challa sees one of the doctors he’s personally assigned to the young girl’s case. Doctor Umphilisi Wabantwana - Dr. Umphi, as she desired to be called - earned her degrees in many areas of childhood healthcare and development, and had even been the doula for Shuri when she was first born. They were not that far apart in age, the woman only having about five years on T’Challa, but one could not tell from her appearance. With radiant brown skin taken care of by daily use of shea butter (of which she always smelled of, no matter the time of day), and a smile that could cure any illness of the heart or mind, Dr. Umphi was as bright, youthful and energetic as a child herself, which was a good thing to have when working with children.

However, today, T’Challa was not greeted with the toothy smile that usually adorned Dr. Umphi’s face whenever the two met up. Solemness replaced the doctor’s usual warm and inviting demeanor, and it only made T’Challa more anxious about the news he was to receive.

“Dr. Umphi,” The prince greeted, straightening his stance and releasing his hold on the metal railing, opting to clasp them behind his back in an attempt to hide the fidgeting he was doing, “how are you?”

Dr. Umphi didn’t reply at first, as the clipboard in her hand held her attention until a few seconds after T’Challa finished his greeting. From her face alone, T’Challa could tell that the doctor was deep in thought, possibly debating on ways to disclose the information written on her clipboard.

It was a known fact that Dr. Umphi became very personal in her work. Dealing with children, it was hard not to get attached to the little ones that would leave her messy drawings and gift her stuffed animals to put on display in her office. For each child Dr. Umphi treated, for physical or mental reasons, she held a special place for them in her heart. And this child would be no different.

“To be quite honest with you, T’Challa,” Dr. Umphi begins, disregarding the use of his royal title as the two were in private, and she could do as such with the permission of the Wakandan royal, “I am shocked.”

T’Challa furrows his eyebrows, edging the doctor to continue. “Shocked that this child…that she is even alive.”

Dr. Umphi references her clipboard, pulling down the classes that rested at the crown of her head, of which was wrapped in a large, orange and green polka-dot headwrap, the excess of it being wrapped into a low bun at the back of her head. Hoop earrings dangled from her earlobes - a tribute to the African American fashion of the times that the doctor was becoming fond of.

“She is no older than eleven years, is severely under the recommended weight class of an average girl-” T’Challa unclasps his hands from behind him, instead choosing to cross them in front of his chest, one reaching across his body, the other arm’s elbow resting on the aforementioned arm, hand stroking his face as he listened on, “-mentally stunted from the result of inhumane captivity, and the amount of surgeries she’s endured - just where did you find this child?”

T’Challa heaves a sign, slowly closing his eyes only to reopen them again to Dr. Umphi’s own hazel irises, who all but begs with them to speak anything but the truth.

“On my mission to recover the missing Water Goddess statue…” the prince began, glancing down to the space below where you lay, unconscious, with other medical staff preparing to wheel you away into the designated aforementioned guest chamber, “she was there. Connected to it as if it were giving her life…”

“If she was connected to it in the manner you are describing, it is possible that was the case.” Dr. Umphi informs. “You were wise to bring her here. No American hospital could have treated her properly…”

“You mentioned surgeries?” T’Challa questioned, although it pained him to do so, the urge to know the extent of the torture you had endured overpowered his resolve. “Do you know how many?”

Dr. Umphi was silence, glancing down at her clipboard once more, but as she took her bottom lip in between her teeth and sucked in a deep breath, T’Challa knew she was hesitant to answer. “T-There wasn’t an exact number we could conclude, and given other circumstances-”

“Umphilisi.” T’Challa spoke firmly, his hand involuntarily closing into a fist. “How many?”

Dr. Umphi swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat, maintaining her gaze onto her clipboard to avoid the burning glare that T’Challa’s eye’s gave in her general direction. “One hundred…well over one hundred.”

The Black Panther had to restrain himself from releasing what could only be a sob, resulting in a sharp intake of air and his eyes glossing over in tears. He couldn’t even begin to imagine the horrors that child had faced, and what more she could have been subjected to if he had not been there to rescue her. Even if she was not the target of his mission.

“The amount of scar tissue and callus remnants concludes she had been experimented on…since her birth.”

T’Challa turns his body away from Dr. Umphi, hands rubbing down the length of his face and resting in a prayer position over his lips, eyes closed tight and lips pulled into a tight line. The unbridled rage that coursed through his veins was vast and, scarily, unreadable.

“T’Challa,” Dr. Umphi calls to the man, who while he does not turn back to her, hums in acknowledgement of her call, “whatever the case may be, this child…she cannot return back.”

Of course T’Challa would never return the young girl back to whatever horrid people the MNRSC were. If he could, he would tear each member responsible for Project MA-WA limb from limb and have them endure the same torture they put that poor girl though tenfold.

Dr. Umphi rests a hand on T’Challa’s arm, pulling the man from his thoughts, his brown eyes clouded in fury.

“She cannot go back.”

Dr. Umphi’s words rang through the prince in a silent plea, piercing his bones so harshly that his clothes were not enough for the arctic-like chill that ran through his body. Though, deep down, T’Challa struggled with the fact that her return, despite the circumstances, wasn’t his call to make.

The ringing of his kimoyo beads reeled T’Challa into the present much more harshly than Dr. Umphi’s comforting touch, and as he had already been anticipating it, the prince excuses himself and retreats to a nearby meeting room to take the call privately.

He sets down the set of beads, and from it, a holographic version of Steve Rogers is emitted, and the blonde man is fuming, despite his efforts to not appear as such. T’Challa’s distress from earlier is shielded by a trained mask, one he would often sport around the american superhero. T’Challa’s seemingly nonchalant appearance only edges Steve on further.

“We had an agreement, T’Challa,” Steve begins, disregarding any form of greeting, his tone frustrated, “I give you information about the missing and misuse of vibranium and any artifacts, and you handle it-”

“Watch your tone with me, Captain,” T’Challa says through gritted teeth, his lips pulled into the same tight line that it was in earlier when speaking with Dr. Umphi, “and I do not recall falling back on such agreement. I handled what needed to be handled.”

“If you did, then why am I getting pop-up visits from MNRSC? Why are they saying something valuable was taken from them - something that wasn’t the statue we had agreed upon?”

T’Challa was silent. His gaze, although directed to Steve, was not on him, instead taking interest into the intricate lines of the mahogany table.

“T’Challa, what else did you take?” Steve presses. T’Challa releases a shallow breath, sucking his teeth.

“As I stated previously, I handled what needed to be handled. Nothing more, nothing less.”

Could that have been considered a lie? Within certain grounds, yes. Did T’Challa consider it a lie? Given the circumstances of the situation, he found no other way of deflecting Steve’s questions. Lying to the Avengers - especially given the agreement in place between the organization and T’Challa on behalf of Wakanda, was not a logical move on his part, but as the words slipped out of his mouth before the prince could catch them, and as reluctance began to settle into his bone, it was too late to take his words back. He would now have to speak carefully, but being back into a corner like this, T’Challa knew that the truth would be revealed all too soon for his liking.

“What are they saying went missing?”

Steve took a moment to respond, jaw flexing in annoyance at T’Challa’s behavior, but he does not speak on it. “An experiment of theirs. One apart of a Project MA-WA. The researcher wouldn’t spill anything else.”

T’Challa hums at himself with this newfound information, thinking that perhaps Steve was unaware of the truth behind Project MA-WA. Still, knowing the hero’s history, regardless of the many accomplishments he’s had, the prince cannot rule out Steve’s involvement just yet.

“What would make you think I acted outside of my boundaries, Captain?” T’Challa asks, crossing his arms in the same manner as he did when speaking to the doctor prior. “I am an honorable man. Have I not proven that much to you and your team?”

“This isn’t about honor, T’Challa,” Steve grunts, “whatever you took that wasn’t that statue, you need to return it. The repercussions are too great for this. There shouldn’t have been any incentive for you to operate out of orders like that; even if your honor was at play, even if-”

“-even for a child?”

Silence enveloped the room once more, as T’Challa stared and the blue holographic version of Steve, who had promptly shut his mouth from his ranting. There were many emotions that splayed themselves across Steve’s face - confusion, disbelief, shock, to name a few. But there was only one emotion written on T’Challa’s, one he did not want to admit was making a home inside of his bones, one that left a sense of heaviness in its wake whenever it would come crashing in waves.

T’Challa was enraged, and if anything, his eyes showed it very clearly.

“What’re you insinuating, T’Challa?”

“I insinuate nothing. I only ask you to take a moment and think, what could make a man so enraged as I am right now?”

Steve’s figure turned away from T’Challa, whether or not it was out of frustration, anger, or thought, the prince was unsure of, and couldn’t be bothered to care about.

“What would make a man such as yourself, enraged, if it is not the sight of your people, broken?”

Steve was caught in a corner, and T’Challa knew this. He could read the other’s body language, despite the holographic screen only showing the upper half of Steve’s waist. A light tremor ran through his arm, an indicator of his stress, and the darting of his eyes anywhere but on T’Challa was a sure sign of avoidance.

To some degree, Steve knew. And he sent T'Challa anyway. Steve Rogers - Captain America - set up the Black Panther. Yet, T’Challa can only thank Steve for doing so, for if he hadn’t, the prince would not have seen his true colors, and an innocent girl would have died within a short few days.

“That…is irrelevant,” Steve deflected, much to T’Challa’s chagrin, “it still stands that whatever you took, it needs to be returned-”

“-had you seen the horrors I saw…!” T’Challa grunts through gritted teeth. He takes a deep breath to calm his anger, threatening to spill over. “Had you seen what I had witnessed, I assure you your words would be different.”

T’Challa’s mask had cracked, and he cursed himself for allowing a man such as Steve Rogers see how easily he could get riled up when it came to a situation such as this. Nonetheless, the prince recomposes himself, returning his gaze to Steve, who at this point, is rubbing a hand down the length of his face, huffing an air of defeat.

“...or would they?”

T’Challa’s words spark another round of shock in the American superhero, and as Steve turns his body back to T’Challa in no doubt an attempt to defend himself, the prince beats him to it.

“I will say this one last time, and no more after.” T’Challa rests his open palms on the mahogany table, growing closer to the holographic screen as if he were face to face with Steve, so close that barely an inch of space was left between the prince and the soldier.

“I handled what needed to be handled.”

The call ends abruptly at the sound of a knock at the door, the holographic screen shrinking back into T’Challa’s kimoyo beads, and for a moment, he is able to breathe. He hangs his head in miniscule relief, though as he has determined, it does not end long.

Regaining his composure, T’Challa straightens, fixes the jacket of his traditional kitenge suit, retrieves his kimoyo beads from the table, and turns to answer the door.

Okoye stands at the entrance, and her face tells T’Challa that he has yet another obstacle to face.

“Your father has requested your audience in the throne room, My Prince,” Okoye voices, her tone quiet yet firm, and it is an indicator that even she knows the storm that is about to take hold there.

T’Challa sports his mask again, despite having no time to rest, nodding towards Okoye as she escorts him to the room of which he has dreaded since his return.

T’Challa has a love-hate relationship with the throne room. He has experienced its overwhelming and enveloping walls many times before, as a child and as an adult. And yet with each stage in his life, the uncanny feeling of being swallowed by it has never faded. He remembers watching in admiration as his father ruled from the throne, firm yet compassionate, as his father had taught him, and how T’Chaka had taught T’Challa. He remembers the childish gid that bubbled in his chest as he looked on from the balconies, imagining himself on the throne one day.

But to sit on a throne and be highly regarded did not make one a king, or queen, or royal. That much T’Challa had learned on his own, even before his father lectured him about the meanings of being king.

To be a king, there is no such thing as comfort. Such a concept is stripped from you the moment you dawn your crown, for if a king were to grow comfortable on his throne, then he would rule out of comfort, instead of vigor and dedication to his people.

T’Challa takes in a breath as he stands before the large double doors of the threshold, and he makes sure it is a deep one, unsure of when he would be able to breathe easily next.

The Dora that stand on either side of the door bang their spears on the floor, which in turn causes similar bangs to be heard from more Dora on the other side of the door. This was their signal that a presence was about to enter the throne room, and that all parties inside should direct their attention to the entrance to greet said presence. The doors creaked open, the blinding light from the sun shining through the large windows, cascading a short but prominent silhouette on the people in attendance.

Stepping inside, T’Challa takes note that this is no ordinary meeting. The leaders of each of Wakanda’s tribes - excluding the Jabari - sat in the half-circle formation, while T’Chaka sat atop his throne, and Queen Ramonda, his mother, sat on her own throne beside him.

T’Challa takes one look at his father as he steps to the center of the half-circle, and it all but causes the prince’s guilt to trigger.

“Prince T’Challa,” an announcer that stands to the left of T’Chaka exclaimed as an introduction, “son of King T’Chaka, grandson of King Azzurri, and Wakanda’s Protector, the Black Panther. You are hereby summoned today on the account of an abroad mission gone awry, resulting in the acquisition of an American scientific military research group’s experiment, and bringing them across borders and into Wakandan territory.”

T’Challa’s eyes fall closed as he takes in a sharper breath, preparing his defenses.

“You may now state your testimony.”

The prince opens his eyes again, and they lock onto T’Chaka’s, who is staring intently at his son. T’Challa is reminded that here, in this throne room, in front of the High Council, T’Chaka is his king before he is his father.

“I was sent on a mission in America to retrieve a lost artifact containing remnants of vibranium,” T’Challa begins, wringing his fingers with one another behind his back, “and as I went to retrieve the Water Goddess statue, I was met with a horrible sight. A young girl, no older than eleven years, strapped to a table with wires attached to her body. These same wires were connected to a glass containment, of which held the Water Goddess statue, and upon further inspection, I was led to believe that the statue provided a lifeline for this young girl. To take this statue would ultimately result in her…untimely death.”

T’Challa takes quick glances around to the faces of the council members, who revel at his recollection. He continues, “I was left with a difficult choice; allow the death of an innocent child whose only crime was said innocence…or rescue the child and the statue, bring her home for treatment, and deliberate on next steps. Given what I saw and…my own personal emotions, I chose the latter.”

There was a moment of silence that fell around the throne room, but even so, its thickness and density could be cut through with a knife.

As the council members shifted gazes to one another, the leader of the River Tribe stood to speak: “We are ever grateful for the return of the statue of our great Water Goddess, Mami Wata.” he spoke, voice thick with the River Tribe’s dialect mixed with the lisp developed from the lip plate in his mouth. “The Water Goddess manifests wealth and prosperity, of which our country has been privileged to receive for generations. Paired with this prince’s compassion and conviction, I see no harm in at least treating the young girl of whatever wounds and ailments may incapacitate her. Let us view this as the Water Goddess’s praise for our resilience, and continued prosperity will be our reward.”

The River Tribe leader took his seat after his statement, of which the Border Tribe leader stood promptly, and from his given stance, T’Challa knew he had a lot to say.

“You speak of wealth and prosperity, River Tribe, but let us not forget that the Water Goddess also brings with her the threat of destruction.” And it was his words that hit T’Challa deep. “Our country has thrived in secrecy for generations, and as long as it remains in secrecy, we shall continue to prosper. Though the prince’s heart may have been in the right place, it does not excuse the fact that he has inevitably put us all at risk! Bringing an unknown American girl, much less one that has been deemed a valuable experiment to America’s military, brings into light the fact that the scientific research group responsible for her creation will now attempt to infiltrate our country. If this young girl is as valuable as what has been made for it to seem, then they will stop at nothing to retrieve what was lost. The Border Tribe rejects any notion to keep the young girl within Wakandan custody.”

T’Challa was thankful for the River Tribe’s support, as his connection to them has remained strong and faithful throughout the years. The Border Tribe, however, makes a valid and unavoidable point - T’Challa brought a child out of her home country, across country lines, and into Wakanda without proper clearance or permission. This action alone puts into jeopardy all that Wakanda has worked for, and for that, the prince would always be looked at twice for.

T’Chaka, who had remained quiet up until this point, made his presence known to the tribal leaders talking amongst themselves about the current situation. T’Chaka’s gaze had been unyielding to T’Challa’s, and the prince could only pray that what was to come from his father’s mouth, it was generous.

“T’Challa,” T’Chaka calls, “you have undoubtedly put us in a bind. Despite whatever angle we look at this situation, your actions have severely jeopardized our safety as a nation. And for that, you cannot go unpunished.”

T’Challa knew his father was speaking from a place as king, but it did nothing to cease the blooming guilt and displeasure that swelled in his chest. He had wanted to make his father proud, but in turn, his actions not only had him reprimanded his father as a king, but also within the presence of the tribal leaders. There was no doubt in his mind that T’Challa would now be seen differently in their eyes.

T’Challa would have accepted defeat right then and there, if it had not been for the queen’s interruption.

“Husband,” Ramonda’s voice echoes, stern yet warm, “may I speak?”

T’Challa watches the exchange between his mother and father. The level of respect each had for one another, even in the throne room where his father ruled the highest, was something he had also admired. The queen stood tall and unyielding; she wore a silver gown fitted to her figure, with an accompanying cape and a similar colored head piece. She looked ethereal in her traditional garb, nothing less to be expected of the Queen of Wakanda herself.

Ramonda descended the stairs of the elevated platform where her and T’Chaka’s thrones rested, bounding to her son as she spoke: “I provide a new perspective for you all, and urge you to listen intently to my words.”

T’Challa straightened himself as his mother grew closer to him, though her destination wasn’t to stand next to him, but rather circle him as she spoke, like a lioness circling her cub, protecting them from any outside predator who dared to jab at her child. Though this was her own tactic of interrogation as well, one that Ramonda had been using to drill T’Challa herself in the art of inquisition. As much as she was protecting her son, Ramonda was also challenging him herself in a way her husband, nor the tribal leaders, could.

“This young child is believed to have been sustaining herself due to the linkacture between her and the Water Goddess statue, correct?” Ramonda questions.

“Yes, my queen.”

“And as you were retrieving the statue, you noticed immediately the incapacitated nature of the child, correct?”

“Yes, my queen.”

“Would it be correct to assume that this child had already been undergoing inhumane tests in correlation with the statue, and in turn, her body extracting the vibranium into herself?”

T’Challa thought for a moment on his answer, but then soon replied, ��Yes, my queen.”

Ramonda hums at the information she has gathered, all the while her circling has never stopped. Instead of T’Challa, however, her attention now turned to the few tribal leaders still doubtful in their own decisions.

“This is the perspective I propose to you all,” Ramonda declares, “it has just been said that the child is highly likely to contain vibranium within her own bloodstream, of which can be determined by our medical staff as we speak. Therefore, T’Challa’s options were to a) retrieve the artifact, and the leave the child to continue being experimented on, and in turn, still leaving the scientists access to vibranium, allowing them to carry on their experiments, b) spare the child, leave the artifact, and allow for the cycle to repeat itself, allow these scientists to perform these heinous acts on another child at an accelerated pace, or c) retrieve both the child and the artifact, ridding this scientific group of their only accesses to vibranium, and saving an innocent child’s life.”

T’Challa watches in awe as her words seem to sway the remaining tribal leaders. Ramonda is exactly what a queen should be, in his eyes - a voice of reason.

“And I ask you, tribal leaders, of these three options, given the testimony and evidence provided, what option would you choose?”

Ramonda leaves back to her seat next to T’Chaka, who, unlike the tribal leaders after Ramonda’s additional testimony, still looks onward to T’Challa with an air of hesitancy. With a newfound motivation, T’Challa clears his throat to speak once more.

“My king, you have taught me many concepts of what it means to be a true ruler,” T’Challa begins, catching hold of T’Chaka’s attention when referring their teaching moments together, “and one of the lessons you had bestowed upon me was the need to remain firm in your decision. And of all your teachings, I wish to implore this one at this moment.”

T’Challa’s hands fall from behind his back, instead he chooses to clasp them in front of him, no longer hiding.

“I remain firm in my decision to bring the young girl here. Perhaps I could have waited for proper clearance, however, I saw how urgent the situation was, and chose to act on what I believed was best. I hope that you, as well as the tribal leaders, can understand my position.

And for the first time since T’Challa has entered the throne room, he releases the breath he had been holding, knowing that despite everything else, he handled what needed to be handled.

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Stubborn Hearts | 4

Summary: Reader (Firecracker, Sunshine) has been in love with Bradley since she was a young girl. Growing up the two were inseparable, apart from short periods of time when she was on the West Coast with the Kazanskys. One faithful decision by her dad to block Bradley from going to the Naval Academy resulted in a huge rift between father and daughter and left her without Bradley in her life. Now all grown up, she’s called back to the west coast at the same time as her father and Bradley. Her mission, according to her dying godfather, is to mend fences with her dad and Bradley. Can stubborn hearts be healed?

(I suck at summaries for real).

This will have multiple chapters… this is 4 of ??

Characters: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Mitchell! Reader, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell x Daughter! Reader, The Dagger Squad, Shay (OC), Penny, Tom “Iceman” Kazansky

Word Count: 4584

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Death of character, TGM Spoilers, Illusions to Smut (later on ), Turbulent relationship with parent, Friends to lovers, …Please let me know if I’ve missed any!

A/N- This is my first time writing for TGM. I do not own the characters or plot lines from the movie. I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO COPY OR REPRODUCE MY WORK ON THIS OR ANY OTHER PLATFORM! Reblogging is always welcome! Feedback is MUCH loved and appreciated. THANK YOU to @waywardodysseys for all support and bouncing ideas!!

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The next morning when you came downstairs, you must have been wearing your emotions because your aunt immediately picked up on your emotional turmoil. It hadn’t taken much for you to open up and let it all spill out. After, she simply held you and let you cry it all out before reassuring you that things in life do happen for a reason, and not to close any doors. You were pretty sure that door had been slammed last night already.

You caught a ride to the Hard Deck later in the afternoon with Shay to pick up the Jeep. You made sure to go though, when you knew the rest of the aviators would be in training so you didn’t run into Bradley.

“Penny requested our presence inside.” Shay said, “She has lunch waiting.”

The two of you headed inside to see Penny had ordered burgers from your favorite diner. To your surprise, your dad was also inside. He was in his service khaki uniform so you assumed he was just here for lunch which meant it was a classroom day as opposed to a flying day.

“Hey, Firecracker.” He said gently, obviously having been brought up to speed on the night before.

You didn’t even hesitate, you walked straight to your dad, wrapping your arms around his middle and laying your head on his chest, the same way you did as a kid when you needed to be comforted. Without missing a beat, he wrapped his own arms around you and rested his chin on your head.

“Why do men have to suck so much?” You asked, “Why does this hurt so bad?”

“It hurts because you love him, my sweet girl.” He replied, softly, “I’m sorry, Y/N. I know this all started because of what I did.”

“It may have started that way, dad, but it’s been long enough now… it’s his own asshole self causing this.” You said. “I told him I wasn’t his ‘Sunshine’ anymore and gave him back the necklace.”

“Well that would explain some of today’s events.” He sighed, stepping back, and guiding you to the table. “I actually dismissed them all for the day, so they may actually be in here earlier than normal, Pen.”

“What happened today?” You asked, grabbing a burger from the pile and a handful of fries.

“Tensions were extra high as it was. Some of the perimeters of the mission have changed and we were going over the terrain again.” He said. He couldn’t give much detail due to it being classified, but you knew enough to know changes this late in the game were bad. “Then Hangman decided today would be a great day to point out that my old WSO was in fact Rooster’s dad, and it explained the issues between the two of us. This was of course, after he made known his thoughts that Rooster doesn’t have what it takes to successfully complete this mission.”

“Not that I’m defending him, because that was a shitty thing to do and say…” Shay said, “But after you left, Y/N, Jake tore into Bradley for making you cry. He was pretty angry. Jake really likes you, he said you remind him of his sister.”

“Well I always wanted a brother.” You smiled softly, trying to lighten the mood, “Tell him thank you for the thought, but not to be a jerk to Bradley please. Bringing his dad into things was a low blow. Even though Bradley didn’t seem to mind bringing mine into the argument.”

“I’m really fucking proud of you, Firecracker.” Mav said, smiling, “You grew up to be this amazing woman…despite everything… you have the biggest heart of anyone I’ve ever known. I love you, kid.”

“I love you too, dad.” You said, warmth spreading throughout your whole body.

The four of you ate lunch, catching up and filling each other in on funny stories you’d missed over the years. It was nice to take a break from the emotional turmoil currently filling your life. Once you were done you all made your way out to the back patio on the beach with your beverages. There was a pretty intense game of beach volleyball happening between a group of pilots. Thankfully for you, none of which looked familiar.

“Cyclone told me to build a team.” Mav said, watching the players. “But, despite my best efforts, I can’t get them to work together. If they’re not leaving their wingman out to dry, they’re being too cautious and making mistakes.”

“What about a team building game…” You said your eyes on the game on the beach. “Get them out of their jets and out of the classroom. Bring them somewhere… here maybe… get them to work together, but let them have fun and let off steam.”

“What kinda game?” He asked, intrigued with your thought process.

“What part of the mission do they need to work together the most? To really have one another’s backs?” Shay asked.

“In the event of a dogfight.” Mav replied, trying to stay vague. “They need to know they can count on each other.” You were glad you didn’t know much about this mission because you knew it would only make you worry more.

“What about a football game?” Shay suggested, “It requires the most amount of teamwork and communication.”

“Football, but both sides are on defense and offense at the same time…” You suggested. “Two footballs in play… each team having to defend their own ball and try to score while at the same time preventing the other team from scoring.”

“Dogfight Football” Penny threw in, laughing. “It’ll build teamwork and they’ll let off some of that pent up energy and tension. You may find it helps them focus better too, Pete.”

“I like it.” He agreed, “I am surrounded by very smart women.”

“Don’t you forget it either!” You laughed.

“Ok, I’m going to text them all and have them report to the beach tomorrow for team building. Then, Penny, I’m taking you out on a date tonight. You will not be working.” He informed Penny.

“Just so happens, I had already planned to be off tonight, so I guess I’ll let you take me on a date.” She teased.

“So…what time is this team building happening tomorrow?” Shay asked, “Just…out of…curiosity.”

“Sure… curiosity” You teased, “Curious about what Jake looks like without a shirt, running around a beach getting all sweaty?”

“Now that you mention it, I think I need to know what time this is happening as well…” Penny agreed, “So I can make sure to have cold drinks for everyone that is.”

“Uh huh..” You laughed, “Neither of you are subtle.”

“I’m thinking I’ll get them all out here mid morning.” Mav said, shaking his head at the other two.

“Count me out.” You said, “As much fun as that sounds and all…”

“No!” Shay exclaimed, “You have to come, Y/N! You helped develop it! And… things are still really new with Jake, so I could use the moral support.”

“I’m sure you’ll be just fine on your own, drooling over Jake.” You assured her. “It really is best for me just to stay away.”

“At least think about it, Kiddo.” Penny said, “Don’t decide right now.”

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You ended up deciding to go check out the Dogfight Football game at the last minute. It was your uncle who convinced you to go in the end, saying it was your dad that could use the moral support.

The game was already in progress when you made your way around the building and down onto the beach. You quickly found Shay and Penny camped out in beach chairs, with one left open for you. Amelia was laid out on a beach blanket with airpods in her ears, checked out from the action.

“Y/N!” Shay said, looking up as you approached the trio. “You made it!”

“Probably not the best of my decisions, but Uncle Tommy said dad might need the moral support.” You replied, “And of course my new weakness is apparently my dad.”

“He’ll be glad you’re here for sure.” Penny said, “I’m guessing so will another certain aviator.”

“I think the sun is getting to you, Pen.” You quipped dryly. “I’m personally hoping someone tackles his ass into the sand. That would be entertaining.”

“‘I’ll try to get Jake’s attention and suggest it.” Shay laughed, “He’d be all too willing to oblige that request!”

“I don’t doubt that, but that would probably serve the opposite purpose of team building.” You replied. You pulled off the shirt you’d had over your bathing suit top and draped it on the back of the chair before sitting down. The warm sun felt good on your skin. You made a mental note to take time to sit in the sun more often.

Penny passed you a bottle of water from a cooler she had next to her.

“So who’s winning?” You asked, eyes on the chaos in front of you. You had to admit, it looked like a mess of people running amok but it did look fun.

“I don’t think they’re actually keeping score.” Shay said, “This was definitely a fantastic idea though. I don’t know if it’s working for team building, but it’s so hot to watch.”

You almost choked on the water you’d just taken a drink of, laughter overtaking you. She wasn’t wrong though. With the exception of Bob and Hondo, all of the male aviators had their shirts off. You took a minute to enjoy the sight of all the muscled, shirtless men running around. There was no shortage of abs in this group that’s for sure. The fact that your eyes immediately sought out Bradley and locked on him wasn’t missed by Shay or Penny. They looked at one another and smirked while you continued to enjoy the sight of a half naked Bradley, who was now doing a little victory dance.

“It’s not fair that he’s that stupid hot but also that stupid.” You complained.

“I hear you, kiddo.” Penny replied, dryly. “I hear you.”

“Stupid maybe, but pretty to look at.” Shay said, “Jury is still out on Jake. I have a date with him though tonight.”

“WHAT?” You exclaimed, loudly, turning your body to face her. “You lead with that, Shay! Do you know where he’s taking you?”

“Sorry” She laughed, “I was distracted. He’s taking me to dinner, that’s all he’s shared with me.”

“I expect details tomorrow.” You demanded.

“I promise.” She replied.

The three of you watched as the game continued in front of you. After a while your dad opted out of the game, coming up to sit down in the sand next to you Penny. The game continued without him, the aviators enjoying themselves.

“It appears our plan is working.” You remarked, “Nobody is trying to kill anyone else and they are working together.”

“For now” Mav agreed, “We will see if this translates to the sky.”

“What exactly is going on? You’re supposed to be training them for a mission.” You hear a voice coming behind you all. “You have them playing on a beach?”

“You told me to make them a team.” Mav replied to Cyclone. You’d never really cared for the guy. He always seemed to have a stick up his ass every time you’d seen him. Even at barbecues at your aunt and uncles. “They’re playing dogfight football. Both on offense and defense at the same time. They have to work together to score and prevent the other team from scoring.”

“Well, who’s winning?” Cyclone asked, looking at the rowdy group ahead of him.

“I think they stopped keeping score.” Mav replied.

“I expect everyone back on base and in the training room or in the sky first thing tomorrow morning.” Cyclone stated, turning to head back to his car.

“Well isn’t he just a ray of fucking sunshine.” You said, rolling your eyes. “I can see why you two do not get along.”

“He’s… something.” Your dad replied. “I’m glad to see you here though, Firecracker.”

“It’s been entertaining.” you admitted. “Worth the trip to the beach.”

“For what it’s worth, you’re proving quite the distraction to one of my aviators.” Mav said, smirking at you over his sunglasses.

“UGH!” You grumbled, “Why does everyone keep insisting on seeing something that clearly is not there?”

“He’s not wrong.” Amelia said, taking her airpods out and joining the conversation. “I’ve been watching and Bradley definitely keeps looking this way when he thinks you’re not looking. He’s gotten tackled a couple times because of it.”

“Damn, I missed him getting tackled.” You replied, “But way to take sides, Aims.”

“Just calling it like I see it.” She smiled, “Are you still coming to dinner this weekend?”

“I sure am!” You replied.

“Cool.” She replied, “Mom, can I go down the beach a bit? My friends are meeting up there.”

“Sure.” Penny replied, “Come up to the bar when you’re ready to go.”

“Bye!” She said, wasting no time in gathering her stuff and heading off to her friends.

You could see the game was breaking up, everyone worn out from the intense competition.

“I should get going too.” You said, “I think I’m going to head over to the hangar today and get some air time in.”

“Want company?” You dad asked. Since he’d given the squad the day off after the team building, he also had the rest of the day off.

“I’d love some company” You replied, not wanting to miss an opportunity to fly with your dad. You’d always loved flying with him as a kid. You were also excited to show him the plane you were quite proud of owning.

“Let me run home and shower and change and I can meet you over there…or I can come pick you up.” He said.

“How about you meet me over there?” You said, planning on running through to grab a sandwich somewhere and talk to Frank quickly about possible charter jobs.

“Sounds good. I’ll text you when I’m on my way.” he answered, “Penny, I’m still planning on taking you out tonight. I’ll pick you up at 7.”

“Damn, everyone around here has a date tonight.” You commented, “I may need to join a dating app.”

“Who’s joining a dating app?” Jake said, coming up at the end of the conversation. He was dripping water everywhere, so he’d clearly decided to cool off in the ocean after the game.

“Y/N, apparently” Shay said, smiling at Jake. “Although, I don’t think that will be necessary.”

“Absolutely not.” Jake agreed, “Those apps are filled with creeps, not deserving of our girl. We can do better!”

“Better at what?” Phoenix asked, joining the group.

“We can’t let Y/N join a dating app.” Jake said. You hung your head sighing. This was turning into an out of control game of telephone.

“No way!” Phoenix agreed, “Not happening, Y/N. Leave it to us!”

“Actually…” You said, finally getting a word in, “I was totally joking about the app. I have zero interest in dating anyone right now. I need to figure out life first.”

“That’s an even better idea.” You dad piped up, “Not the figuring your life out part… you’ve got that, I mean the dating part. You can skip that.”

“Wow.” Penny laughed, “That was the most ‘dad’ thing I’ve ever heard you say.”

“Well, better late than never right?” Mav replied. “Firecracker, l will see you in a little bit. The rest of you aviators, bright and early tomorrow in the training room and be ready to fly the course.”

“Yes, Sir!” Jake replied.

“On that note…” You said, “I’m hitting the road too. Have on your dates tonight. Jake.. I expect you to treat my friend like the queen she is.”

“Yes, Ma’am!” He said, already making heart eyes at Shay. They would make a great couple. You were definitely rooting for them.

“Bob and I are going to catch a movie if you wanna join.” Phoenix offered.

“Thank you, you’re sweet to offer.” You replied, warmly. “I’m going to stick close to home tonight and spend time with my family I think.” While going out with them sounded fun, you really did just want to soak up as much time with your uncle as you could before it was no longer an option. Each day, his light seemed to dim a little more.

“Understandable” She said, “We can hang out another time. Maybe even leave all the guys behind and do a girls night.”

“That sounds fabulous.” You replied.

You pulled your shirt back on over your swim top and picked the sandals laying on the sand before saying goodbye to everyone.

As you approached the parking lot you saw Bradley pulling a shirt next to his Bronco. You mentally slapped yourself for not getting out of here sooner or not staying behind to talk to the others longer. Your timing definitely needed work. Determined not to have a repeat of the past two conversations with him, you kept your head down and walked faster to the Jeep, hoping with everything you had he wouldn’t see you.

Apparently your luck really did suck because just as your hand reached for the door handle of the Jeep you heard him yell your name as he started in your direction. You felt your whole body tense up at the sound.

“Bradley, I’m really not in the headspace to go another round,” You sighed, “Nor do I have time. I’m meeting my dad to go flying this afternoon.”

“I don’t want to fight,” He replied, “I just… Y/N, I can’t leave things the way we left them. I’m so sorry for lashing out. I didn’t mean what I said. Can we just try again to talk? Third time’s the charm… please, Sunshine?”

“I’m sorry,” You said quietly. “I… can’t”

You opened your door and got in, firmly closing it, creating a barrier between you and Bradley. You nearly broke when you saw the raw emotion on his face. You didn’t want to hurt him. Even after everything, you loved him and wanted to comfort him.

He stepped back allowing you to back the Jeep up. You glanced in the rearview mirror as you left the parking lot, he hadn’t moved at all and was starting after you as you drove away.

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Being at the hangar was the distraction you needed after the more recent interaction with Bradley. You were conflicted. On one hand you were determined to protect your already shattered heart, not wanting to endure any more turmoil. On the other hand, Bradley really did seem to want to talk and to find some solid ground between the two of you. Could you two move past everything that had happened and salvage your friendship? If you could…could you settle for being his friend, having been in love with him since you could remember?

With so much swirling around in your head you knew being in the air was exactly what you needed today. You threw your purse into the pilot’s seat, then headed to the office to find Frank.

“Hey Frank” You said, walking into the office. “I’ve got copies of my licenses and paperwork for you.”

“Great!” He replied, “I’ll get this filed and then we can add you to the list of charter pilots here. We’ll need to have you fill out some paperwork so you can get paid and all that important stuff, but we can do that whenever.”

“Sounds good. I also need to file flight info for today. I’m going to take the plane up with my dad.” You said.

You handed him the flight information, planning a similar route as last time. He entered your plane info into the computer and got you in the lineup for a runway. Once you were done, you made your way back to your plane to do all of the preflight checks while you waited on your dad to arrive.

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Flying with your dad as a kid was always fun and like an adventure. Flying with him as an adult with you in control, was a whole new experience. It was nerve wracking but exciting at the same time. You wanted to make him proud as flying was a huge part of him. You were happy to show off your skills. You knew you were a good pilot. Not at the same caliber as your dad, but you were skilled in your own right.

“This is an odd feeling” Your dad laughed, his voice coming through the speaker on your headset. “Now I know how WSOs feel.”

“Good odd, or bad odd?” You asked, glancing over at him. He looked relaxed in the seat next to you.

“Good.” He replied, “I’m proud of you, Firecracker. You’re a damn good aviator.”

“High praise coming from a Top of the Top.” You beamed, then admitted “Even when I was being stubborn and mad, flying helped me feel closer to you.”

“It makes me really happy that you love flying” He replied, his voice choking with emotion, “You could have become resentful of planes and flying growing up as a Navy Kid.”

“Between you and Uncle Tommy, there was absolutely zero chance I’d hate flying or planes” you laughed. “I probably have jet fuel in my blood.”

“You’re in great company then.” Mav laughed, “Feel like heading off course just a bit? I’ve got a hangar and a small runway a little southeast of here. I’d love to show you the plane I’m working on.”

“You have your own hangar and runway?” You asked, “Why am I not surprised by this?”

“It’s where I end up staying most of the time when I’m not on base.” He said, “What can I say? I live and breathe aviation.”

“Tell me where I’m going. Let’s check out this home away from home.” You answered. Once he gave you the coordinates and landing points, adjusted your direction on your plane and headed towards your new point.

The landing was smooth, the runway in good condition. You didn’t expect anything less from your dad. Once you’d taxied to the hangar, you shut down the plane, and jumped out to join your dad as he opened the large hangar in front of you.

“You have a P-52 Mustang!” you exclaimed once sunlight flooded the hangar.

He smiled at your enthusiasm and guided you in to show you the plane.

“I got this one a few years ago” He said, “She’s the one I prefer to fly when I’m not in a jet.”

You ran your hand along the side of the plane, soaking in the details and beauty. Growing up, you’d gone to airshows often, and the Mustang remained your favorite.

“I think I just fell in love.” You said, laughing. “Who needs men when there are beautiful planes like this in the world”?

“That’s my girl” Mav laughed, “Come on, let me show you the one I’m fixing up.”

He walked you over to where he had another plane partially dismantled. His time to work on it now was limited due to training at Top Gun. You knew he’d spend all of his free time once he was done with this mission back here fixing up the plane. Hopefully he saved some time to also spend with Penny.

“That’s the part I still want to learn.” You admitted, “I can do basic maintenance on my plane but I’d love to learn more about fixing planes and being able to rebuild them.”

“Well, you’re in the right place then, Firecracker.” Mav said, “Anytime you want to come out and help me, I’d be honored to teach you what I know.”

“I’d love that, Dad.” You replied, smiling. You looked around at the hangar noticing that he did indeed probably stay here often. There was a fridge and microwave with a heating plate to cook food, and a small seating area with a couch to crash on. On the back wall where he kept various tools he also had a display of pictures hanging. You wandered over to take a closer look, smiling as you saw various pictures of you and Bradley growing up as well as pictures of your dad, Goose and Uncle Ice when they were younger at Top Gun. What surprised you was Bradley’s service picture in his dress blues hanging on the board. You didn’t think your dad had followed his career.

“Lots of memories on that board.” Mav said, coming up behind you.

“You kept track of him didn’t you.” You asked, “Even after…”

“I did.” He replied, “He’s my godson. I didn’t pull the papers because I didn’t love him. I was honoring his mom’s wishes. I still wanted to see him succeed.”

“If you had it to do over again, would you make the same decision?” You asked, “Or would you be honest with him and let him make the choice?”

“Knowing how it all turned out and the hurt it caused…” He replied, “I would ask Carol to talk to him about her fears and I would tell Bradley to follow his heart.”

“Maybe you should try talking to him and being completely honest with him now.” You suggested, “Give him the whole truth and let him do with it what he will.”

“I don’t want to taint his memories of his mom.” He said, “It’s easier for me to bear the brunt of his anger. He already blames me for his dad’s death.”

“I don’t think he really means that.” You said, “I think that’s the hurt talking. You were his hero growing up, Dad. He loved you so much, he wanted to be just like you.”

“And now he won’t talk to me.” He sighed. “He’s respectful enough to not be insubordinate in training, but I could be any instructor off the street as far as he’s concerned.”

“Maybe just give it time.” You offered, “Then try again. You’ll eventually wear him down.”

“Time isn’t really in our favor.” He said. “After this mission, new orders will be given. They all have permanent squadrons they’re attached to.”

“Possibly…” You reasoned, “But there is this amazing new technology called a cell phone�� It's really easy to use too. Even better, you can take it with you wherever you go!”

“Smartass.” He laughed, playfully nudging you with his shoulder.

“Guess that’s another trait I inherited from you.” You quipped.

“We should head back.” Mav said, noticing the time. “If you don’t want to pay for a hangar rental you can always keep your plane here.”

“I may take you up on that.” You replied, “I am supposed to pick up some charter flights from Frank as he needs me, but I don’t know if a hangar is included in that, since I’d be using his planes.”

“Whatever you decide.” He said, the two of you climbing into the plane after closing up the hangar. “Offer is always on the table.”

“Thanks, Dad,” You said smiling.

“Let’s turn and burn.” He said, pulling on his headset.

“Wrong kinda plane, Dad.” You laughed.

The flight back was just as smooth and before long you were taxiing off of the runway back into the hangar. Your dad helped with tying the plane down so you were back in your Jeep on your way home in no time.

A/N- Is Bradley getting ready to redeem himself?? We’re getting closer to this stubborn pair letting their guards down :)

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anonymouspuzzler · 1 year

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WALK WALK FASHION BABY WORK IT MOVE THAT [dentist] CRAZY

(alt text/image IDs under the cut, plus one additional Evil Image if you're brave)

[Image 1-4 IDs: A collection of drawings of Loboto in alternate office; the first image shows all three together, then each subsequent image shows one in detail. From left to right, there is, first, a grumpy-looking Loboto sitting with his hands down in his lap, wearing a button-up with diamond-shaped bronze buttons, an untied green bow tie with yellow flowers, an ashy-brown apron tied at the waist, purple pinstriped dress pants, and heeled dark-brown boots. Second, a grinning Loboto in a crop-top white ringer tee with purple collar and sleeve hems, dark ashy-brown overalls with ripped knees, and heeled dark-brown boots; he is holding a brain in his gloved left hand, with lime-green goo dripping off of it. Third, Loboto from the side, kicking one leg back and grinning with a finger at his chin, wearing a bulky green turtleneck sweater with pink, yellow and blue stripes with the sleeves rolled up, over which is a long purple dress with a pattern of seaweed and fish along the bottom hem.]

[Image 5 ID: Loboto, with a neutral expression and one eyebrow raised, standing with his left hand on his hip. He is wearing a short brown overall dress with a frayed hem, over a baggy striped t-shirt, which is in turn over a tight dark-teal turtleneck seater, as well as black skinny jeans with torn knees. He is also wearing his heeled brown boots with the white buttoned-up wraps, and a necklace with a charm of a single molar.]

[Image 6 ID: Loboto and Oleander standing side-by-side, holding hands; Loboto is grinning and looking down at Oleander, who is blushing and looking off to the side with one hand on his hip. Loboto is wearing a pink beret with a tooth embroidered on it, a button-up teal t-shirt with a pink collar and a purple toothbrush pattern, a long light-blue spaghetti-strap dress over the t-shirt with a frilly bottom and a pattern of floss twirling around the entire dress, pink socks with a tooth pattern, and light-brown lace-up hiking boots. Oleander is wearing a rainbow high-collared jacket, olive-green shorts and baseball cap, and white socks with dark-brown sandals.]

[Image 7 ID: Loboto, left, and Oleander, right, sitting together. Loboto is propped up with his left hand and his legs in front of him, right leg bent so his right prosthetic arm rests on the knee, grinning widely. He is wearing a baggy t-shirt that hangs off one shoulder, with the bi flag colors along the hem, collar and sleeves, with the "VENEERS FOR ALL" image on the chest also framed with the bi flag colors. He is also wearing short purple exercise shorts with pink hems, white knee-high socks with stripes of the bi flag colors, black sandals, and has the bi flag tied around his shoulders like a cape. Oleander is sitting leaning back against him, propped up with his right arm, sipping at a drink through a curly straw held in his left hand. He is wearing sunglasses, a rainbow visor, an open rainbow jacket with the progress flag inlay colors (white, pink, light blue, black and brown) on the pockets and hem, a tight camo-pattern crop top, frayed jean shorts, and sandals. He has tan lines visible at his neck and knees, and chest hair peeking out of his crop top.]

[Image 8 ID: Six drawings of Oleander in various outfits, with three in the top row and three in the bottom row. From left to right in the top row: first, Oleander in light blue pinstriped overalls over his usual outfit. He has a welder's mask pushed up on top of his head and is stepping on a car muffler with one foot, sipping from an orange coffee mug with one hand, the other on his hip. Second, Oleander in a reddish-brown varsity jacket over a white tank top, with cuffed khaki pants and a belt and white tennis shoes. He is wearing aviator sunglasses that he is lifting up with a grin, the other hand in a fist on his hip. Third, Oleander in a dark-blue "All Paul Cruise" tank top with orange collar and sleeve hems, blue jeans, reddish-grey boots closed with straps, matching fingerless gloves, and a pink-and-orange sweatband, grimacing and lifting pink hand-weights. From left to right in the bottom row: first, Oleander in a partially-open, orange flower-print button-up shirt, camo-print swim trunks, hot-pink flip-flops and a matching visor, plus aviator sunglasses and a beach ball under one arm as he calls and waves to someone with the other hand. Second, Oleander in the Vegeta "BADMAN" pink open button-up shirt over a white tank top, yellow cuffed pants, white tennis shoes, aviator sunglasses and a red fanny pack on one hip, posing with one arm out and the other on his hip, plus a huge grin. Third, Oleander in Sonic's Favorite Clothes, with a baggy pink shirt with yellow stripes on the sleeves and a purple arrow with a yellow "M" on the front, purple shorts, bright yellow socks, dark purple high-tops with yellow stripes, a backwards pink snapback and headphones around his neck; he is holding a CD with one hand and doing a V-sign with the other.]

[Image 9 ID: Oleander and Loboto standing in front of a Sears photo studio-style laser background. Oleander is sitting on a purple cushion, looking exhausted and slightly annoyed, one hand reaching up to Loboto's hand on his shoulder. Loboto is standing behind him with one hand on his shoulder, grinning at the camera. A slightly transparent, superimposed giant version of Oleander's face is in the background. They are wearing matching orange t-shirts, with Loboto's looking more like a crop top; Loboto's says "HE'S MY SWEET POTATO", with several hearts and a drawing of a potato, while Oleander's says simply "I YAM."]

ok if you made it this far congratulations you get the Evil Image. names removed to protect the innocent

[Evil Image ID: Two drawings of Loboto with screencaps from Discord conversations providing context. The first one shows him from behind holding up a jar of teeth, wearing a short ringer t-shirt, socks with sandals, and booty shorts that say "TEETH MACHINE" on the butt. The included screencap reads "y/n: loboto has novelty whacky booty shorts. 'teeth machine' across the ass". The second shows Loboto from behind leaning against a counter with his head against one hand, wearing a tank top, socks, and baggy shorts that say "HOO-RAH" on the butt. The included screencap reads "he also steals ollys pants to wear AS booty shorts. So he has a pair with like 'HOO-RAH' on the ass".]

#anonymous puzzler art #psychonauts #caligosto loboto #morceau oleander #tw for exposed brain suggestive outfits and swearing #i have a lot of fun putting loboto in silly outfits as you may have noticed #is there a ship tag for loboto n oleander? if so lemme know so i can tag properly LOL

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stagefoureddiediaz · 2 years

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Costume Meta 6x01

It feels so good to be back 🎉 and Now I have a 30 picture limit I’m gonna have so much fun!!!

We’re starting with a bit of colour theory because this episode went hard with the Yellow and blue colour theory from the opening scene! I mean we should have realised the show was gonna go hard with this episode - a giant blimp (actually a zeppelin but semantics!!) kitted out in yellow and blue crash landing - subtly is not known here! you can read my yellow blue colour theory here, but in summary - there has been a bit of a trend in the last few years in television to use yellow and blue in relation to queer relationships - the colour theory was used in Heartbreaker, Our flag means death, and Stranger things - to name a few! The long and short of it is that Yellow - the colour of communication pairs up with blue - the colour of trust and loyalty…

So we started with a giant yellow and blue blimp and from there the yellow and blue was all over the place - the buddie kitchen scene, the dad in the golf course emergency, the win a car emergency (blue car and guy in yellow) etc.

Ok now I’ve got that out of the way - I’m going to stick with going through Character by Character as it makes my life bit easier - putting the rest under the cut as this got insanely long!!

Lucy Wearing a light grey marl cap sleeve tee - light grey is a neutral colour - but it also symbolises control (a reference to the fact she was going to be interim captain) and practicality - ironically its also a reliable colour! there really isn’t a lot to say about her costume, other than that it continues on the grey theme for her from season 5 (her lunch with Jonah)

May

Rainbow puff sleeved cardigan Pretty amused to see May in a rainbow cardigan when she is clearly not being all sunshine and rainbows about her upcoming college experience! the use of horizontal stripes again fits in to my stripe theory and hints at Mays impending change of direction.

Athena

Athena sticking with what she knows works for her - black and olive khaki green! In many ways this colour combination is Athena’s out of work uniform, we see her in this combination or with some white/cream or in just black so often and it makes the scenes where she’s wearing colour much more impactful - It makes us take notice of what we see going on in those scenes for her. Here we have an asymmetric black jumper, olive khaki trousers and her gorgons head necklace (the symbol of the Goddess Athena).

Then when she goes over to Hen’s we have her still in the olive khaki trousers but this time paired with a white ribbed tee and a low v neck grey cardigan with a reverse waffle knit texture. this is one of Athenas more fluffy costumes - its showing her softer side - especially when she talks about giving Bobby the freedom to be carried away with his cruise planning to help him navigate the temptation being on a cruise ship will bring. The grey is again a symbol of stability and authority as well as wisdom and maturity - something reflected in her words - her recognition and understanding of Bobbys internal struggles, but also the fact that she came to Hens house to accomodate Hens crazy schedule - and still get to spend some time with her friend - its an opportunity for Hen to offload on a few things, rather than just getting increasingly burried under her work load.

The magenta top she’s wearing as they get ready to head off on their cruise is a wonderful choice. Magenta is a colour of kindness - it uplifts and supports others - again an indication of what Athena is doing in regards to supporting Bobby and foreshadowing the fact that she’s goingto be heading to Florida to support her parents.

Bobby

Bobby - Bobby in an army green/grey tee - very similar in shade to ones we’ve seen Eddie wear (especially Eddies breakdown) is an interesting choice - especially with all the conversations about bobby being in the program and the bars on the cruise ship etc and obviously there is the scene in 5x18 of Bobby and Eddie having a conversation and then Bobby pouring a bottle of whiskey down the sink. there is very much feeling of Bobby being finely balanced at the moment - teetering on the edge of things spiralling and that it won’t take much to tip hip over that edge. the blue and coral hawaiian shirt screams very much of someone trying too hard - especially combined with his spreadsheet cruise planning.

Hen

Hen is in a hoodie with neon orange graffiti spray paint swirls on - such an interesting choice - orange is a colour of energy and mental stimulation. its also a risk taking colour. the use of graffiti, for me at least, is an interesting one - it has an air of ‘the writing on the wall’ about it - its saying to me that the medical career path isn’t going to be something Hen continues pursuing - that her heart isn’t completely in it (the heart medical book on the desk being the one furthest away from her also plays into this idea).

Chimney

I’m going to talk about Chimneys costume as a whole because if you look anthem all together you can see the gradual change - the way they become increasingly dark. we go from the blue of the first jumper through to the darkest navy button up shirt with white check at the end. so We go from a fairly bright shade of blue - the symbol of trust and loyalty and security.

then there is the teal/green when Madney are on the sofa. its a mixture of the blue meanings, but also green meanings of harmony, hope and balance and renewal. a perfect colour for this moment, but the darkness of its tone hints at the fact not everything is going be smooth sailing from here on in.

then When Chimney comes home, he’s in a navy blue jumper and tee. this is a lighter shade of navy and is pretty similar to the blue of Chimneys uniform - a connection to the conversation he had with Bobby and Eddie earlier on. Navy is a colour associated with authority and responsibility (hence its use in uniforms) but the thing with navy is that it also has connections with depression and mental health struggles and the fact that we then have Chim in an even darker navy with a white check pattern the next time we see him is indicative of not everything being as happy as it appears on the surface. We all know Madney are going to be going to couples therapy this season and this shirt is an indicator of this. (It doesn’t hurt that it also supports my check patttern theory either)

Maddie

Maddie drops of Jee with Chimney - black blazer grey zip front hoodie and tee with stars on , heart necklace - Maddie being back in blazers is a great sign from a costuming perspective - we have only seen her wearing blazers when she’s in a good place mentally - just before Doug kidnaps her and then again when Madney are in a good place. this black blazer is connecting to the times Maddie and Chim have made starts in there relationship - she was wearing a black blazer when she was getting ready for her date with chim, and then again when they went on their first proper date. So that blazers an indicator that Maddie is in a good place and ready to embrace happiness with Chim once again.

The grey hoodie is an interesting choice because we don’t see Maddie in grey very often at all (I actually can’t think of any incidents of her wearing grey - I haven’t finished my full costume plot yet so I can’t be 100% but I can’t remember any) it shows her practicality and stability, her having gained wisdom, insight and maturity - like the black blazer its a key indicator of where she’s at mentally and the combination of the two is indicative that this time she’s in the right place of it to last

Maddie in bed in a tie dye tee and we can see the pink hoodie on the chair in the corner. Im not sure if its going to turn out to be a cut scene and we only know about it because of the trailer or if it will be a scene to accompany chimney being in the car that’s going to (almost) hit Buck but the outfit is the same as the trailer scene of Maddie and Jee-Yun looking for Chimney in the living room. Im inclined to think its a separate scene and the repeat outfit is deliberate - to highlight what seems to be a developing theme of history repeating itself. The upcoming car accident has so many potential call backs for so many characters (Chim being in car (potential rebar call back) as well as being kidnapped again (which will also impact on Hen and Bobby) Buck and the ladder truck, the Shannon callback for Eddie, Hen and Evelyn, Buck and bike accidents)

The coral blazer is a really great colour on Jen, but its also a great choice from a colour theory perspective. We have Maddie in a white tee with a 60’s style bubble writing logo which says (I think) all good and a coral coloured blazer. I’ve already said blazers are good for Maddie and this one is no exception. Coral is a colour of warmth and acceptance, it has good intentions and is optimistic - it is a colour about a bigger picture rather than small details. this is important because this conversation that Madney have is about the bigger picture of their relationship - the conversation reads like Maddie making vows to Chim (foreshadowing of a wedding anyone??) but it is at its heart one that recognises they will need to continue to put in work to sort out the small stuff - its just that in that moment - the bigger picture and acknowledging that it is the thing they lost sight of while and need to not let that happen again.

I’m a little obsessed with the green jacket we see Maddie in in the last scene and I’m sad we don’t get a better look at it to be honest - because there is so much going on. Firstly the yellow tee underneath is indicative of both happiness and the fact that Maddie communicates that she’s staying to Jee. Its a significant moment for both Madney and Jee-Yun so the use of yellow was important for this scene. As for the Jacket though. We have a floral embroidered decoration on the back - a possible throwback to Madneys first meeting when Maddie is wearing a denim shirt with floral embroidery on the yoke. But the really interesting thing is the two cranes on the right shoulder.You may recall I made this post about Hen’s crane shirt in season 5. well here we have more cranes being used in connection with Chim. Cranes mate for life and are a symbol of fidelity so here we have a visual symbol to show us that Madney are in the right place now. the other thing about cranes is that they migrate over long distances - Madney have travelled both metaphorical and physical distances to get to where they are now and those cranes are a symbol of that.

Christopher Let’s start with Chris as he’s the easiest! here we see him in a raglan sleeve tee - lightish blue sleeves and a grey body with white horizontal stripes. the stripes play into my stripe theory - change is on its way for Christopher - this most likely relates to his impeding push for some freedoms from his father - wanting to become his own person etc, but its incredibly hard to look past the stripes being connected to everything that went on in that scene - suggesting that the change that is coming is more related to the changing dynamic of the Buckley-Diaz family! the grey is a marl and it references to the same things as the Lucy tee from earlier - practicality, reliability (we can all rely on Chris to have a sassy dig at either Eddie or Buck!) while the blue arms are about trust, security and loyalty. the implications being that Chris is in safe, trusting environment and the bonds between the three of them are strong.

Chris is wearing a blue t-shirt with a pair of skateboards on in parallel with each other- one red and one blue is such an interesting choice! to choose to call back to the skateboard incident from Fools (3x12) is very loud. it not only draws a contrast between Buck ad Ana, it also serves as a subtle reminder of the first time we see a Buckley-Diaz family scene after the previous kitchen scene - the first time we get to see Buck stepping into a coparent role with Eddie.

Eddie

Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. I said a while back that if we ever saw Eddie wearing yellow the Buddie would go canon. And here we have Eddie in a buttery yellow button shirt. There is so much to say about this outfit. Yellow is the colour of communication, but it is also the colour of optimism and happiness and of intellect. Eddie wearing yellow for the first time in the first non his first non uniform scene in season 6 speaks volumes about where Eddie is at mentally and personally. This is especially loud after the darker tones we saw him in in season 5 and the choice of having him in two different patterns at the vow renewal really highlights how far he has come. It’s a deliberate choice to show us where Eddie is - combine that with the giant heart eyes he’s sporting whenever he looks at Buck and its clear that the last 4 months have further transformed him from where he was at at the end of season 5. The shirt is also better fitting than mot of his outfit from season 5, where we saw him in oversized and stretched out clothing - adding a physical dimension to his mental struggles.

I’ve seen a few people comparing this shirt with the one he wore for his math date with Ana, and calling it his date shirt but I don’t think its right to put those two shirt into the same category. Especially as the shirt above actually matches up with another Eddie shirt - in fact I think it is the same shirt thats just been over dyed a buttery yellow (reason I think this is that the buttons are the same colour on both shirts!) and tailored to fit Ryan better. 2x17 - In Bobbys apartment having a conversation about if Eddie is ready to be a good husband

“we already know you’re a great dad’ “I guess the question is, can I be a good husband”

All this just before Shannon asks for a divorce and then gets killed in a car accident!

To have essentially the same shirt - just in a more cheerful colour - in such a domestic scene where they’re acting like husbands suggests that Eddie wasn’t ready back in 2x17 (because it was t he wrong person) but now - he’s in a better place (hence the brighter colour) and is ready to be a good husband! All this combining with Buck in his paralleling denim shirt showing his growth and when we know Buck is about to (almost) get hit by a car! 🤯🤯🤯 Honestly - wardrobe team I bow down to you - you’ve really hit it out of the park this time!

I just wan to show you the math date shirt from 4x08 - as you can see - not the same shirt - this one is a western style shirt - pointed yoke, pointed pockets and metal buttons/ poppers!

I actually like that the math date shirt is a western style shirt - it fits in nicely with the other times we’ve seen Eddie in western style shirts - around Shannon and his family - the concept of traditional values etc in shirt form!

Eddies grey shirt at the end of the episode is very much intended to sit in parallel to the shooting and especially the will scene.

Its a darker grey marl, so not the same as a navy blue, but the neckline has a very similar cut to it and grey as a colour can mean insight, maturity and wisdom - it is also a stable colour so its a great colour to have Eddie in in this scene - especially with them connecting Buck to the diaz boys through the editing. We are seeing an Eddie who is stable and comfortable in who he is - who has spent the episode being insightful and wise - talking Buck off the ledge during his ‘tantrum’ and being the living embodiment of what therapy can do for a person! The other thing to note about that t-shirt is the connection with that space and season 5 - one of the last times we saw Eddie in the dining room - Buck was there and wearing a similar shade of grey and Eddie sat in that same chair after therapy and picked up Bucks heart!!!! The implication of this parallel is the Eddie will be there for Buck in the same way we saw Buck being there for him!

Buck I went into it in more detail in this post, so I’ll keep it brief here. Buck is wearing a white tee - and we’ve long established that Buck and white tops means trouble! in this instance the trouble is his tantrum over being passed up for interim captain and actually reflects nicely on to the turmoil his mind is currently in in relation to his personal life with all the loaded sentences about couches and and relationships. Then there is the the mid to light blue zip front denim shirt with vertical stripes - we haven’t actually seen him in a denim shirt of any description since the western style one we saw him wear for his coffee shop date with Abby at the end of 1x09. This parallel hits on a few different levels. Firstly 1x09 is the only other time that blimps are mentioned in 911!! yes indeed that coffee shop date comes after that locker room talk with bobby about blimps and stepping in. That coffee shop date is when we see Buck choosing to go all in, in his first serious relationship - seeing all the things that come with dating Abby - and choosing to embrace them (dare I say that this is the Buck 1.5 KR was speaking about in her interview which adds an additional dimension to the kitchen scene!) and stepping in - something we’ve seen him do with Eddie time and again. That date was the foundation stone for what Buck has been building with Eddie - it was a moment of growth for him and a lesson he took to heart and continues to live by to this day. That we see this in a scene so laden with metaphors in an episode with another blimp - this time an actual one rather than a mentioned one - this speaks volumes about the intent of the writers and the direction the show is going in.

Buck is also wearing a watch in this scene - something he doesn’t do outside of work that often and especially when he is around Eddie (I haven’t finished writing my full costume plot yet, but the only time he wears one around Eddie in seasons 2-3 is when he takes Eddie to collect Chris after the earthquake).

Then we have Buck alone in his loft. there are several things to walkabout in this scene and first up we have white trainer theory - one again coming in for the win. those white trainers are a representation of Bucks journey and search for love (both romantic and familial) so to see them at this moment is highlighting that Buck has made more progress on his journey.

The white shirt with stripes call back is so very loud. This shirt however has a few differences. the stripes are a combination of Bucks two previous white shirts with a twist. There is the white pinstripe shirt from the shooting - with its narrow light grey pinstripes;

And then the shirt from the Taylor moving in to the loft scene (which of course features the couch!) which is a short sleeve shirt with wider and darker grey pinstripes;

This shirt is also worn in the conversation with Maddie (where buck confesses to Maddie he kissed Lucy).

The shirt for this scene in 6x01 is a combination of the two shirts - there is both narrow and wide pinstripes and it is of a similar cut to the other loft scene, only its not a button down shirt, its a button up shirt, its also cream and the stripes are blue and they have a tiny yellow stripe next to them! Yes blue and yellow theory in action on Bucks shirt!

I have a semi developed theory about Bucks vertically striped shirts - because Buck seems to wear them at moments when he is almost ‘imprisoned’ by something mentally. The trauma Buck experiences in the shooting is its an obvious prison - especially as they haven’t yet talked about the shooting - Taylor moving in was again a prison of his own making and only helped prolong the torture of an unhappy relationship. There is also the black with white pinstripe shirts we see a couple of times - all connected to Taylor and her mental manipulations of Buck (I think i’m going to have to put together a full post on these shirts because there is too much to go into here) and this most recent pair of shirts - the blue one from earlier - where we have a Buck doing some mental self torture trying to work out why he’s been passed over for the interim Captain job and finally this new white one - Where Buck is currently in a mental prison of sorts around what he does actually want in life - this self imposed prison is such a complex one - its of course in part tied to his job and future aspirations on that front, but more importantly all of the context and subtext we got in this episode is heavily implying that we have returned to a Buck who is on some level now conscious of his feelings for Eddie. there is so much complexity here for Buck to wade through - Evan ‘the clinger’ Buckley is clearly wrestling with the idea of what if it goes wrong - what if he’s reading too much into things - he’s not yet in a place where he is prepared to risk both his friendship with Eddie, but almost more importantly his relationship with Chris - the kid he promised he’d always be around for. Buck is not yet willing or able to accept that the risk is worth the reward - that this is the forever love he’s been searching for. There is also the job to add into the equation - would they be split up at work if they begin a romantic relationship, how would it affect the dynamics- of the team, and would it have an impact on Bucks newly awakened desire to progress his career. I also thin there is something in it about accepting his queerness - not in a grappling with it kind of way - more in a deeper level understanding this aspect of himself and recognising its impact on his life. The best way I can think to try and explain what I mean is to use my own experience with gaining my ASD and ADHD diagnosis as an adult. When I got my diagnosis - suddenly all these little things that I had experienced throughout my life up to that point suddenly started to make sense - the dots began to connect and I could better understand who I was as a person (and how tings might’ve been different if I’d known earlier). its not that it changed me as a person, more that I was able to make some break throughs mentally. it feels to me at least that that is what we’re seeing Buck going through - he’s now beginning to understand himself better and its this love for Eddie that is allowing it to happen. And Buck does need to connect to parts of his younger self in order to move forward - and that includes recognising past relationship behaviours as well as other traumas (the shooting) need to be understood.

Wow I got a bit off topic there!!! all this to say that that white shirt has so so much to say about where Buck is at as a larger theme. I’m wrapping it up here - if you made it to the end I am here handing you cookies in thanks! 🍪🍪🍪

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r0binxx11 · 1 year

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Attack On Titan boys head-canons! <3

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1. What artists/music they would listen to

Eren Jaegar: Eren without a doubt would listen to Destroy Lonely and that genre in general.

Armin Arlert: Armin would listen to softer music like MacDemarco. He would mostly listen to chill, cool and soothing music. I could also see him really liking love music.

Jean Kirschtein: Jean would listen to Kendrick Lamar and hip hop in general. He knows all the words to most of his songs as well.

Connie Springer: Connie I feel like would mostly listen to female rappers. His favorite artists would be Megan the Stallion or SZA. I feel like he would have a big crush on SZA for sure.

Levi Ackerman: Levi would be more into classical music or music that had a classical element to it. He wouldn’t really have a favorite composer either he would just listen to any song.

Erwin Smith: Erwin wouldn’t listen to music often but when he did he would for sure be into 70s-90s music. He would be like Levi in the way he wouldn’t have a favorite artist.

Reiner Braun: Reiner listens to a lot of motivation up beat music so i envision him liking rock and his favorite artist being Metallica because he’s basic. However, when he’s not working out, you can catch him listening to Beach House or Lana Del Ray. He often hid his liking of them to others.

Bertholdt Hoover: Bertholdt would listen to very indie music in my opinion. I cna see him being very into The Buttertones. He liked the feeling the songs gave him.

Zeke Jaegar: For some reason, I can’t imagine Zeke listening to music >< If he had to though it would be Sublime or anything like that.

Porco Galliard: Porco would definitely be into 80s-90s rock but he would also very much enjoy artists like Post Malone.

Colt Grice: Colt would listen to Mac Miller and Hers. He liked listening to music to vibe to. He loves to play both artists full blast.

2. What style of clothing they would wear

Eren Jaeger: Eren would most definitely be wearing cargo pants with straps and buckles on them. He would most likely also be wearing expensive sneakers such as brands like Nike or Steve Madden. He would probably wear oversized shirts along with regular silver chains and necklaces.

Armin Arlert: Armin would rock the soft boy aesthetic in my opinion. His wardrobe would be filled with different colored sweaters. Occasionally underneath the sweaters he’d have a button up shirt. He would also wear a lot of cardigans of multiple colors. As for his pants, they would be either corduroy pants or khaki pants. For shorts he would wear golf shorts/khaki shorts. As for his shoes, they would be vans low top or converse low top.

Jean Kirschtein: Jean would without a doubt dress like a basic white male in my opinion. He would always wear the branded clothing. I imagine him wearing a green nike hoodie a lot with either sweatpants or shorts. He would be like Eren in the aspect where he would wear the more expensive sneakers.

Connie Springer: Connie would wear tank tops or regular tshirts on a daily basis. I also see him wearing flannels a lot either tied around his waist or on him. I could also see him wearing Hawaiian shirts. As for pants, he’s got regular blue jeans or sweatpants. He occasionally wears beanies too. As for his shoes, Connie would wear timberlands or regular sneakers.

Levi Ackerman: Levi would wear regular long sleeve shirts that were either gray, black and navy blue. He would wear regular black pants usually with a black and silver belt. As for shoes he doesn’t really care at all. Since Levi is a germaphobe, he has house shoes and outside shoes. His house shoes were slippers haha and his outside shoes were regular sneakers. He likes to dress comfy and clean. I also think when it’s time to be formal, he’s very formal.

Erwin Smith: Erwin would definitely dress with a more formal style. He would wear button up shirts mostly white and dress pants usually black. Erwin would also wear brown dress shoes that were never dirty. He’d wear a golden watch at all times as well. Always well dressed definitely.

Reiner Braun: Reiner without a doubt is a gym rat. He’s constantly working out. I see him mostly wearing tank tops or regular t-shirt’s. When it gets colder out I think he would wear long sleeve muscle shirts too. Reiner mostly wears sweatpants too. I feel like he also wears a lot of oversized sweatshirts. As for shoes, I think he just has simple Nike or Adidas shoes that are just to his comfort.

Bertholdt Hoover: Bertholdt would definitely be wearing fandom t-shirts I think. He would wear regular basketball shorts or sweatpants. He would have on socks and sandals most of the time as well. Since he’s so tall he of course owns many oversized shirts and sweatshirts too!

Zeke Jaegar: Zeke would regularly wear simple khaki pants that were mostly a tan color. His torso fashion would range from tank tops to t-shirts to sweaters. I feel he would wear rings and bracelets as well. Zeke would either wear dress shoes or regular sneakers. He would really wear anything.

Porco Galliard: Porco’s wardrobe would consist of a lot of plain t-shirts and tank tops. He would always have a jacket on him too. I think he would wear regular cargo pants. As for his shoes, he would have on timberlands on or doc martens. I also see him wearing a watch or unique bracelets.

Colt Grice: Colt would have a ton of oversized shirts that were pastel colors. He would also like to wear shorts a lot which were pastel as well. He wears sandals or nikes pros as well. I see him having a couple of necklaces and bracelets but nothing too fancy.

3. How they would confess to you

Eren Jaeger: Eren would lowkey just outright say it casually. It would just be you two alone doing anything from walking around or cuddling, playing video games etc., and he would just outright say 'I love you' or something like that. On the outside he wouldn't seem nervous but on the inside he would be anxious that you wouldn't feel the same.

Armin Arlert: Armin would be so anxious to confess to you. He would be worried that he wasn’t good enough for you and he was very nervous of your response. He would plan out how he was going to confess to you and go over it again and again. He would definitely confess to you at a planned time in a romantic spot. Armin might even bring flowers or something like that.

Jean Kirschtein: Jean would act casual about it even though he clearly would be nervous. He would tell you exactly how he feels with all of his heart. He would do it verbally in a place where it would just be you two only.

Connie Springer: Connie thinks he’s already charming enough to pull anyone but not too cocky. When it comes to somebody he genuinely likes, his confession would be him being really scared and outright saying it. He would do it near the end of a hangout or possibly out of no where.

Levi Ackerman: Levi has lost so many people that he’s scared to loose you. He would often try to hide his emotions for you in his head and try to make them disappear. When he couldn’t make them disappear he would end up deciding to confess. He expected you to say no but when you said yes he couldn’t help but feel happiness. He would do it verbally and in a space that was quiet and comfortable.

Erwin Smith: Erwin would always give subtle hints that he liked you. He would confess to you in a formal manner. He had the perfect words to confess and he was so romantic with it. He would do it on a beautiful night or sunset. He’s a very romantic with it.

Reiner Braun: Reiner would be sort of uncoordinated with his confession. He would be all over the place with his blushing and lack of eye contact. He was scared of rejection and it took a lot of nerve for him to confess to you. He would do it in a random place as well.

Zeke Jaeger: Zeke has heavily hinted all of the time that he liked you. He would confess in a serious way and wanted an answer if you liked him back or not. He manifested the answer to be yes. He would confess and then immediately ask you on a date.

Bertholdt Hoover: Bertholdt, like Reiner, would be very nervous with a lot of blushing. He would maintain eye contact however he would end up stuttering a lot and then spitting it out. He would confess to you whilst you two were walking around or hanging out at one’s house.

Porco Galliard: Porco would try to act tough on the outside but would ultimately end up blushing. He would plan to confess at the end of a hangout when he would drop you off at your house. He’s always had a little bit of Tsundere in him and it was surprising that he confessed first.

Colt Grice: Colt would be extremely nervous and would want to do it over text. He would text you his confession and the next time you two were to hangout he would bring you flowers. He would be very nervous but it was a cute nervous.

4. How they would react if somebody hurt you (emotionally/verbally)

Eren Jaeger: Eren would most likely give the person the dirtiest most intimidating look ever. He would quickly remove you from the situation and stare them down as you two walked away. Later he would contact them and tell them off.

Armin Arlert: Armin would try to avoid any conflict with the other person and comfort you as much as possible. Armin would let you vent to let it out if you needed to. Like I said he would try to avoid conflict unless you wanted him to talk to the person.

Jean Kirschtein: Jean immediately take your side. He would step in front of you and tell of the person. Afterwards he would down grade the person who hurt you comparing both of you and how you were so much better.

Connie Springer: Connie would definitely start to go off on the person but then catch himself and try avoid the situation by leaving. He would try to change the subject and try to get you stuff to make you feel better.

Levi Ackerman: Levi would without a doubt make a couple threats. He would raise his voice a little bit as well. He would be angry that somebody would hurt you and quickly tell of the person. You being hurt would bother him the rest of the day and he just wanted you to be safe and happy.

Erwin Smith: Erwin would try to sort out the situation. After he tried he would help comfort you and let you cry on him if needed. Erwin would do whatever you asked to make you feel better.

Reiner Braun: Reiner would get extremely angry almost into a fight. Thoughts of you being hurt pissed him off so much. He would tell you that if anybody tried to hurt you again to tell him and he’ll take care of all of it.

Zeke Jaeger: Zeke would do the same as Levi kinda did. He would just give the person a intimidating scary stare but instead of raising his voice he would talk very calmly. Afterwards he would ask if you were okay and offer to do more about the situation.

Bertholdt Hoover: Bertholdt would be very upset that you got hurt and felt badly because he didn’t really know what to do. He would let you vent and let it out and offer to make you food or take you somewhere and just trying to do the bare minimum.

Porco Galliard: Porco would be pissed. He would make you go somewhere else while he went off on the person. He didn’t want anybody hurting you so he would make himself clear with the person by yelling in their face. Later he would still be pissed and would keep asking you if you wanted him to do anything more about it.

Colt Grice: Colt would try to handle the situation calmly and once he caught himself feeling more aggressive, he would exit the situation. He would calm down later and help you feel better by doing anything you asked.

5. Where they would take you on the first date

Eren Jaeger: Eren would want a more private date i feel like. He would want it to be a movie night at one of your houses. He would definitely buy the snacks and choose the movie. He would be very direct and put his arm around you but also respect boundaries.

Armin Arlert: Armin would have a picnic date. He would choose a peaceful quiet spot on a nice day. He would bring your favorite flavor cake along with your favorite fruits. He would hold your hand a lot and constantly admire your beauty.

Jean Kirschtein: Jean would take you out on a dinner date. He would choose a more fancy place but not too fancy. Afterwards he would walk around the city or town with you and just talk and bring you home making sure you’re safe.

Connie Spinger: Connie would take you out on a carnival date. Connie likes all rides except the zero gravity rides and it’s super embarrassing for him. He’d win you a plushie and buy you cotton candy/corn dogs or whatever you would want. Near the end he would offer to go on the ferris wheel for a very romantic ride to see the sunset.

Levi Ackerman: Levi would be very picky with where he would take you and would end up just asking you what you would wanna do. Wherever you would decide to go he would be fine with it. He would occasionally try to put his arm around you or hold your hand as well.

Erwin Smith: Erwin, like Jean, would take you on a romantic dinner date. He would take you to a very fine restaurant and make sure to get the best seat. He would also get the finest food and make sure everything went how you wanted it to go. No doubt, he would get you flowers and make sure they were your favs. He would ALWAYS make sure you get home safe.

Reiner Braun: Reiner is a very active person. Deep down he would wanna go on a gym date but he would come to the conclusion that it wouldn’t be a good idea and settle for just a bowling night. Afterwards he would drive you home and made sure you made it inside.

Zeke Jaeger: Zeke would want to make you happy so he would take you on a shopping date. He’d take you to your favorite mall or place to shop and let you pick out things you wanted. He would help hold your bags and also hold your hand.

Bertholdt Hoover: Bertholdt would have a videogame date. When you would get to his house he would have a nice room set up with tons of pillows and blankets in front of a TV with two controllers. He would also get snacks and drinks for you. During the date you two would lightly cuddle while playing fighting games, racing games etc. At the end of the date he would ask to see you again and would watch you walk to your car/away.

Porco Galliard: Porco is more of a morning person so I could see him taking you out on a brunch date. He would take you to a cafe and pay for everything not even giving you the chance to offer. Afterwards, he would take you on a walk around town and look at very beautiful nature sights. He would hold your hand and try to act chill and cool but on the inside he was super flustered and in love.

Colt Grice: Colt would take you on a movie theatre date. He would make sure to get the best seats in the back and get a large popcorn for you two to share. Colt would wanna see a horror/thriller movie and get scared when there were jump scares. He was very embarrassed by it but you thought it was funny.

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Thank you so much for reading <3

I’ll be making one of these but for the girls sometime soon !!

//Let me know if I should do another one of the boys !! ^_^\\

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gracev0609 · 8 months

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Keys a Josh Kiszka X Queer Plus Size Reader X Danny Wagner story

Trigger Warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+, Adult themes, pure porn, f/f, m/m, m/f.

Word Count: 3k+

You have been seeing Josh for at least six months now, and things are wonderful. The two of you agreed to have a relationship that was somewhat open, you both were free to entertain another person as long as you checked in with one another at the end of the night. He was your piece of solid ground, your rock, and you liked it that way. Although, neither one of you had been with anyone else yet, until tonight. A friend of Josh's decided to host a key party and you both were invited. You and Josh were both excited to get a taste of something new for the evening.

" How does a key party work exactly?" Josh asked as he straightened up the clean and dirty laundry in his bedroom.

You were sprawled out on his bed enjoying the sunshine and breeze blowing in through the window," All the men, or masc presenting people, put their car keys in a bowl and at the end of the night all the women, or fem presenting people, pick a key and whomever it belongs to is the person they go home with."

Putting a stack of white t-shirts away in his dresser he asked," Have you been to one before?"

" Yeah, I went to one when I was in college. It was a lot of fun. Have you?"

" No, never something as organized as that." Josh chuckled.

" You're going to have a great time babe!"

Before you knew it, the sun was setting and it was time to get ready for the party. After getting dressed in a black floral mini skirt and a black tank top you brushed up your hair into a high ponytail with some pieces out around your face. Putting in some dangling earrings and a necklace on you spritzed yourself with your favorite perfume.

" Y/N, I'm ready when you are," Josh called, stepping into the bathroom where you were getting ready." You look incredible!"

Turning to take in his outfit you fought back a chuckle. He was wearing his standard issue uniform of a white t-shirt and khaki colored pants and his white vans that have seen better days. He spiced it up with a long pendant necklace that hung to his stomach.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled into your neck," I'm getting a little jealous that I don't get to go home with you looking like that tonight."

You laughed and unwrapped his arms from your frame," Come on let's go, I don't want to be late!"

A little while later you stepped into a home that you hadn't been to before, following Josh closely with your fingers intertwined with his.

"Let's get some drinks and loosen up!" He yelled to you over his shoulder. The music was cranked decently high but not too high that you couldn't have a conversation.

Josh led you into the kitchen where the counters were lined with food and alcohol. He found plastic shot glasses and a bottle of tequila. The two of you shared a nervous smile and clinked your shots together before downing the liquor.

"Josh!" You heard a man yell while barreling over to give him a hug.

"Carmine!" You recognized him as the host of the party.

" Add your keys to the bag buddy!" He held up a black velvet drawstring bag. It almost looked like it was purchased for the intent of this party.

Josh grabbed his Jeep key fob from his pocket and dropped it into the waiting satchel. Carmine pulled the strings tightly and shook it up.

After a few more shots you were approached by a beautiful blonde couple.

"Hi! I'm Carly and this is my boyfriend Michael. We saw you two walk in together, and we were hoping that we'd pick each other's keys."

You were taken back slightly by her forwardness, but what else were you supposed to do at a sex party.

" Oh yeah, hopefully! I can try my best to find them." You said taking in her eye candy of a boyfriend.

"Great! Ours have a triangle keychain. What do yours have?" Carly asked.

" A peace sign." Josh answered her. He was also taking in the handsome man at her side.

"Let's sit together until it's time to pick keys!" Carly said taking both your hand and Josh's leading you to a couch in the living room.

As you sat down next to Josh you noticed how swimmy your head had gotten from the tequila and you were certain that tonight was going to be extraordinary. Carly sat on your other side as Michael flanked Josh.

She started running her hand up and down your thigh, getting a read on you. Looking into her eyes you subtly nodded, and she brought her lips to yours. It had been a little while since you had kissed a woman. Her lips were so smooth and soft, and you could smell her candy scented perfume. You gently put your hand to her chest, cupping her breast and thumbing her nipple through the shirt.

Carly broke the kiss first, her tongue licking a stripe down your neck that made a flush of arousal rewet your already soaked panties. " I think they're also getting along," she whispered. You both looked over to see Josh kissing and sucking on Michaels neck.

Watching your partner be somewhat intimate with another person lit a primal need in your core. You wanted to experience more with Josh, you wanted to watch him experience more.

"Hey y'all, sorry to interrupt but it's pickin' time!" Carmine interjected, rattling the bag of keys in front of your faces.

You looked over at the boys as Carly reached her hand in the bag, they had matching lust filled gazes eager to continue this elsewhere. After what felt like an eternity she pulled her hand out of the bag holding a rectangular key fob. The word Jeep embossed on the side. A few keys hung from the keychain along with a little metal peace sign charm. She had successfully found Josh's keys. Your stomach tingles with anticipation.

"Remember, triangle keychain." Carly whispered into your ear.

You reached your hand into the bag feeling around for the pointy keychain. Finally finding one that felt like a triangle you picked it up feeling triumphant. You pulled it out and showed it to her," Is this it?!"

You watched Carlys face fall," that's not it."

You stared at the keys in your hand, a Jeep key fob that resembled Josh's, a few house key type keys, and a keychain that was a triangle shape. It looked to be one of the flags that they have at the holes on golf courses.

*Josh POV*

You stared at the keys in Y/Ns hand and you felt your blood run ice cold. You know who's keys they are. You helped him pick out the Jeep. And before you two left the dealer lot you watched him attach that damn keychain. They belong to Danny.

He was your oldest friend, and you trusted him completely. You knew your girlfriend would be in excellent hands. The dilemma you were facing was that as much as you wanted to play with Carly, you wanted to play with Danny. He was your first crush that was a boy, he helped you realize your queerness. Over the years you and Danny have shared suggestive glances and some touches that held more meaning behind them than what initially appeared. You just never got the courage to do anything about it, you didn't want to jeopardize your friendship or the band. Tonight was different though, everyone had come here with the promise of sex. You exchanged phone numbers with Michael and Carly while promising them a fun time another night, and got up to find your girlfriend who was currently searching for the man who owned the keys she was holding. You found her and Daniel having a shot of tequila in the kitchen. Standing in the doorway you watched their interaction. Recognizing the mischievous glint in her eyes, you saw him reach out and cup her chin in his large hand.

"Come on babe, you know I can throw you around better than he can," Danny said smoothly.

Watching as she bit her lip and subtly clenched her thighs. She wanted him, and so did you.

Saying his name you called for their attention," Daniel. Would you be opposed to me joining your evening?" Silently you willed him to say yes.

"I wouldn't be opposed at all Joshua."

A large smile appears on all three of your faces.

Danny grabs Y/Ns hand and places his other low on your back guiding you both to the door.

"Let's go back to my place, yeah? Don't need Jakey knowing about any of the sinful things I plan on doing to you two," Danny cooed.

You locked eyes with your girlfriend who looked just as turned on as you were.

Watching in the backseat of his Jeep as Danny drove you saw her running her hand up the length of his muscular thigh getting closer and closer to the obvious tent in his jeans. Once Danny put the car in park he grabbed her wrist with one hand holding it still on his bulge,and brought her face to his with the other. Her soft jaw contrasting with his sharp one as they heatedly made out. The car was silent apart from the lewd sucking sounds,breathy moans, and your heavy breathing. Watching your partner kiss your childhood crush was doing something to you, feeling blood rush to your groin effectively making your cock hard. Your hand snaked its way to the crotch of your pants as you desperately palmed your erection. A small whine escaped your lips, and Danny broke the kiss turning his attention to you.

"Feeling a little left out Joshy?" Danny asked," come here."

Leaning forward in between the two front seats you felt his hot spit slicked lips capture your own. You couldn't help but tangle your fingers in his mane and tug gently, it was all you had wanted to do since he started that damn curl routine. Danny groaned into your mouth, the sound making your own cock twitch.

"Can we go inside now?" You heard your girlfriend ask. "I am so fucking turned on right now, I don't know how much more I can watch without taking my clothes off."

With that Danny opened his car door signally to us that it was indeed time to go inside.

The three of you beelined it to his bedroom, you and Y/N stood as Danny made himself comfortable on the mattress having already discarded his shirt. His eyes raked over the both of you, they were hungry and he looked intimidating. Very unlike his usual harmless teddy bear demeanor .

"Take your clothes off Josh." Danny commanded. Slowly you took off your necklace and t-shirt, folding them and setting them aside before unbuttoning your pants and sliding them and your underwear down your legs. Standing before him your cock bobbed and twitched sensitive to the cool air of his bedroom. Feeling oh so nervous you decided to try to take back a bit of your confidence. Strutting over to the bed, swinging your hips a bit in show, you went to grasp Danny's chin mirroring what he did to Y/N earlier.

" Baby boy, if you think you're going to have any control over me tonight you're going to be vastly mistaken." Danny scolded you before you could even open your mouth.

"Now sit down on the bed and play with that pretty cock of yours while I watch Y/N get undressed for me."

Quickly you got comfortable on his bed and wrapped a loose fist around yourself, slowly pumping. You were already wound so tight, so eager to get off. You knew tonight was going to be a battle of willpower to stave off your impending orgasm. Your eyes found your girlfriend taking her top off letting her breasts bounce, the metal bars through her nipples glinting in the low light made you squeeze your fist around your too hard member.

"Ahh, I remember those, I could see your cheeky little piercings through your bathing suit top the first day I met you. I remember being jealous of you,Josh." Danny retold," now Y/N sit up on the bed next to Josh. I want to have a taste of you both."

She got comfortable at your side, and intertwined your fingers together. She brought your hand up to her face and kissed it. You were busy looking at the excitement in her features as you felt bodyweight settle in between your legs. Turning your gaze down you thought you could cum right there just from witnessing your point of view. Hovering right above your red angry cock was Danny.

He crudely spit on two of his fingers before slipping them between your cheeks, rubbing your most sensitive orifice. Subconsciously you thrust your hips in the air, your cock begging for relief.

"Please Danny, I need it, I'm so hard. Please." Begging the beautiful boy above you.

Danny opened his mouth and brought it down on you. Groaning as you felt the warm wetness of his tongue swirling down your shaft. Shamelessly you whine and moan, toes curling as he sucked on your sensitive skin. Throbbing intensely as he timed his fingers with his tongue. He was hurtling you towards your orgasm.

"Danny, stop! I'm going to cum already if you don't stop."

Danny popped his lips off of your cock," If I let you cum now, do you think you can give me another one?"

Harshly swallowing you thought about it.

Y/N spoke up answering for you," He can. He will, right baby? You'll give Danny two orgasms."

Nodding your head furiously you agreed with her. Danny reattached himself to your cock, sucking you down greedily. You noticed he was rutting his own cock into the mattress as he worked you, turning your head you found your beautiful girlfriend with her fingers furiously shoved into her wet pussy. The wet squelching of her arousal as she finger fucked herself along with the wet sucking sounds Danny was making was becoming the tipping point of your orgasm.

" I - I'm cumming. Fuck, I'm cumming. Don't stop, God Danny don't stop."

Violently twitching your cock exploded down Danny's throat. He sucked you dry, as his tongue coaxed the entirety of your release into his mouth.

Cum drunk, he pulled off of you and your penis flopped onto your thigh with a wet thud.

"Your turn sweetie." Danny growled moving in between Y/Ns thick thighs.

*Y/N POV*

Leaning down you captured Danny's lips in your own. You could taste Josh's release on his tongue, it fueled your desire, turning you on even more. He ripped away from your kiss and pushed you back down onto the bed.

"I need to taste your pussy. Fuck you're so wet." Danny muttered from in between your thighs.

He licked a hot stripe from your anus to your clit before swirling the tip of his tongue around your sensitive bud. He pushed his large hands between your thighs, opening your legs wider for him to thoroughly eat you out. Ecstasy clouded your mind as he thrashed his mouth from side to side, licking everywhere as his nose nudged your clit.

"Fuck Danny, god I need to be fucked." You pleaded with him.

He got up on all fours," God, I am going to split you in two." Crawling over your frame you peered at his heavy cock. He was girthy and lengthy, and you had no doubts that he would split you in half.

He pulled your wide hips into his lap before slapping his hard cock on your clit teasing her.

Danny slowly pushed his way inside of you, aware that he was bigger than the cock you usually took.

Somewhat recovered from his orgasm Josh moved his way to kiss and lick at your chest while you got situated. As Josh lapped at your nipples you clenched around Danny letting him know it was time to start fucking you.

Rocking his hips into you it took him barely any effort to bottom out.

With the tip of his cock tapping your cervix you felt your orgasm start to overtake. Babbling incoherently with one hand gripped on Danny's forearm and the other gripped into Josh's hair you cried out as a squirt of liquid drenched Dannys stomach as he fucked you through your orgasm.

"Fuck, I knew you were going to be fun." Danny exclaimed, pulling out of you. He leaned over to whisper softly into Josh's ear as you recovered from your orgasm.

Josh came into your line of sight," You're doing so good baby. Are you ready for me?"

Looking down you saw his cock hard once again. Josh pulled a small stack of pillows down and told you to sit your ass down on them and lay back. With your hips elevated he grabbed his length and slid his tip through your wetness. Immediately you moaned at the feeling of his hot flesh slipping through your folds. Josh lined himself up with your entrance and pushed in, the angle he had your hips at made you feel gloriously full.

You knew Danny was somewhere behind Josh, from your limited view you could see a flash of dark curls now and again.

A pathetic sounding whine passed through Josh's lips, and you heard wet lapping noises. Feeling his cock twitching inside you,you realized that Danny was licking at Josh's hole while he was inside of you. A flush of arousal coated his length as you somehow got even more turned on. You heard the click of the top of a cap, and you watched from below as Josh's eyes screwed shut. His mouth hung slack and his cheeks were flushed red from the evening's activities. You felt Josh's hips gently press into your own, pumping into you, but it felt different than usual. You realized that Josh wasn't moving but Danny was. Danny was prepping him, finger fucking his hole.

"Do you feel good baby?" You asked him softly as your hand came up to caress his cheek.

"Incredible." He whispered back.

You saw Danny appear over his shoulder, kissing and sucking on his neck, "Do you think you're ready for me yet?"

"Yeah- yeah I'm ready."

Danny gently pushed on Josh's back so he was laying atop of your body.

As he nuzzled into your neck you locked eyes with Danny and a wicked grin formed on your face.

You watched Danny clench his jaw as he pushed into him.

"Relax baby." He said softly, running his hand down his back.

Josh's breath grew ragged and he took the massive intrusion.

"Please move." He whimpered into your neck. Pulling himself up off of your chest he repeated himself more surely," Danny, please move. I'm ready."

You felt Danny's hips push into his, effectively sliding his cock deeper into you.

"Fuck" you muttered.

After a few pumps the three of you found a rhythm. Sounds of skin slapping skin filled the room. You couldn't hold back; you were the personification of euphoria.

Your whole body was aflame, instinct, arousal,and pure sex courses through your veins.

"Fuck I'm cumming." You moaned out to the two men. Your pussy pulsed around Josh's cock before he groaned, filling you with hot sticky cum.

After a few more pumps Danny cried out that he was cumming as he filled Josh with his hot load.

Danny hissed as he pulled out of his tight heat, flopping onto the bed at your side. Josh mustered the last bit of strength he had remaining to pull out of you and lay down on your other side.

Comfortable silence filled the air as the three of you laid there blissed out. You felt love and comfort flowing through the room and you knew in that instant that it had to be replicated.

"We're doing this again right?" You spoke to both men.

"I'd be down for that. What about you Josh?" Danny asked.

"Oh, I'm so down to do that again." He replied sleepily from the crook of his arm.

Fin.

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