Could you do a oneshot where T'Challa and a best friend of Sams have
been training/ sparring together and they’ve been flirting for a while
but T'Challa won’t make a move because he thinks her and Sam have
something going on even though they don’t. And maybe he tries to show
off at sparring and teach her a few things only to find out from Sam
that she’s been pretending to not know anything and she’s actually a
professional MMA fighter. And maybe they finally go on a date or
“You are so damn annoying why don’t you gon’ somewhere,” Sam yelled at you.
“It’s like that? Well fight me then,” you laughed, stepping closer to him and puffing your chest out like you’d seen countless men do. He laughed at you and rolled his eyes, “That’s what I thought, punk,” you laughed backing up clumsily. You were about to start unwrapping your hands when the training room doors opened. The two of you were in Wakanda, Sam was in hiding after getting into some trouble with the Avengers courtesy of Steve Rogers, and you were just along for the ride. Sam was your best friend, you weren’t going to let him go in hiding in a beautiful place like Wakanda all alone.
You turned around, expecting to see Steve. He had been around lately, but to your surprise and satisfaction it was King T'Challa.
“You keep steppin’ up to me like you gon’ do something, I’d like to see you try,” Sam pushed you while you weren’t paying attention, and you jumped at him, causing him to stumble back a few steps.
“That’s two for flinchin’” you teased punching him in the arm, before turning back to T'Challa, “hello, your highness, what can we do for you today?” you were no stranger to the king of Wakanda, not at all. When ever you were training with Sam or Steve he wasn’t too far away. He was in clothes made for working out, which intrigued you. From what you heard from Sam, T'Challa could hold his own in a fight.
“I was wondering if you’d like a challenge,” T'Challa offered.
“That’s cold,” Sam complained.
You paid him no mind, “I’d like that,” you tucked in the small piece of the hand wrap that you had undone in preparation to leave. Sam moved out of the way, stepping out of the ring to watch you kick T'Challa’s ass. You did no such thing however, T'Challa had you pinned in seconds, and Sam was very confused as to why you let it happen, because you had obviously allowed him to press you down against the padded floor of the ring.
“Wow, looks like I am in for a challenge, tell me how you did that,” you asked, feigning real interest. Sam rolled his eyes, he’d seen you do this before. He sat on the sidelines watching with pure amusement as you let T'Challa walk you through moves and techniques you were extremely well versed in. After a few hours of that the two of you called it quits.
“Why don’t you come by tomorrow, and teach me a little bit more,” you offered, batting your eyelashes innocently.
“Of course.” T'Challa nodded.
You hopped out of the ring and rejoined Sam who was giving you a weird look, “What?” you demanded once you were out of the room.
“I don’t know if that’s a tree you wanna bark up. I mean that dude is really into cats.”
“Well I’ve got a p-”
“Don’t!” he yelled at you, “god I walked right into that joke,” he sighed.
“Steve’s rubbing off on you, since when are you bothered by dirty jokes.”
“I don’t want to think about you in that context it’s weird. So, how long you plan on keeping this up?”
“As long as it takes the King of Wakanda to ask me on a date. I mean he is just… he’s gorgeous. How is he single?”
“I was trying to tell you he’s a cat lady, he literally dresses up as a giant cat.”
“And you dress up as a bird, you’re point?” you threw back.
“Oh so that’s the card you wanna play huh?”
“Don’t get your feather’s in a bunch, big bird.”
Sam caught you in a headlock and proceeded to mess up your hair, you jabbed him in the ribs to get out of it, “Ow! Dammit. Why don’t you do that to T'Challa?”
“Because sometimes I like being pinned,” you shrugged.
“You know what, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Bye,” you walked your separate ways. The next morning you went to the training room alone, meeting T'Challa there. Again you pretended not to know a thing, and let him walk you through the motions. Sometimes you would purposefully get your stance wrong so that he would step behind you and place his hands on you waist to correct it. His hands sometimes skimmed over the skin over your arms, putting them in the right position testing their strength. In moments where you’d put all that you’d learn together you’d still let him take you down, for the feeling of his heavy body pinning you down. At the end of your second “training session” you hit the padded floor of the ring and T'Challa held your hands behind your back.
“Oh fudge,” you spoke, your voice marred by your heavy breathing.
“You’re getting better,” he congratulated as he got off of you. You rolled over on your back and smiled at him.
“You never go easy on me,” you playfully complained.
“No, I appreciate being manhandled,” you flirted and held up your hand for him to pull you up. He did so, but did little more than laugh at your flirtation.
“Well that will be all for today. I will see you same time tomorrow.”
This song and dance went on longer than you thought it would, and you began to think maybe he just wasn’t into you. Naturally, you brought this possible problem to Sam. You fell back on the sofa beside him with a loud huff. He didn’t respond keeping his eyes on whatever game was being played on the T.V. Therefore, you groaned again louder this time, hoping that would grab his attention. He glanced at you from the corner of his eye then looked back at the T.V. You groaned louder and he let his head fall back on the back of the couch.
“What is the matter, Y/N?” he asked in a robotic voice.
“T'Challa is just teaching me how to fight! He’s not making a move! And I’m flirting really hard.”
“Maybe you should ask him out?” Sam suggested.
“What if he’s not into that?”
“Then he’s not worth the effort.”
“Saaaaam” you whined, “I really like him.”
“What do you want me to do?” he asked.
“ I don’t know, nothing I guess,” you sighed.
Sam rolled his eyes and went back to watching the gam while you sat and did the same, sometimes breaking your silence to make fun of the players and the referees. The next day when you were supposed to meet up with T'Challa in the training room Sam stopped him.
“Are you into Y/N?” Sam asked in a bored voice. T'Challa was absolutely affronted by the question.
“I’m only teaching her how to fight. ” he responded.
“Well she knows how to fight… she’s an MMA fighter well she was, she’s been letting you win so you would ‘teach’ her” he air quoted.
“Why would she-”
“Because she has a crush on you or what ever. I don’t pretend to understand her logic, but if you’re not into her you should probably tell her.”
“I… thought you two were together,” T'Challa stated awkwardly.
“What? Nah, man, she’s my best friend, met her a while ago in a tour through Iraq, there’s nothing but friendship and occasional annoyance between us.”
“Oh, I assumed because I always saw the two of you together that…”
“Man do you think I would let my girl get daily fighting lessons from some other guy? No, I wouldn’t, so if you like her then go ask her to lunch or something. I’m tired of hearing her complain about how you haven’t made a move,” Sam huffed, already exhausted with the conversation.
“I will, thank you Sam.”
“Yeah, don’t mention it… at all. Ever.” Sam gave T'Challa to make sure he knew he was serious and then he left, going the direct opposite direction of the training room. T'Challa continued into the room and found you there stretching. Of course he was into you, with your beautiful rich skin, dazzling smile, and wit, how could he not be. You grinned as you watched him enter.
“I think I might actually beat you this time,” you announced. T'Challa rose an eyebrow at you and you tilted your head curiously.
“Are you going to actually give me a challenge,” he asked with cocky smile.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I heard that you might be more skilled than you’ve be letting on.”
You started to feign innocence but the look he gave you told you he already knew the truth, “You talked to Sam didn’t you?” you pouted.
“He told me not to mention it.”
“I just wanted to-”
“How about we both change and have lunch instead,” he offered. Your face was blank with shock.
“You’re an interesting woman, Y/N. I’d like to get to know you outside of the ring. Is that alright with you?”
Today I semi-remembered a story I read once in a Ripley’s Believe It or Not Book. It was about some socialite lady who used to wear a fucking lion around her shoulders to social events. I don’t really remember the details other than that, but I think the newly discovered use for lions was most likely the most important part anyhow…
Fido is a “lovable” military pet that gets lost from his owner Samuel when they’re taking a break on a Fort Hunter Ligett (California). While separated, his owner’s camp moves out to Fort Huachuaca (Cochise, Arizona), and he finds out from a soldier still stuck in California that his owner is in Arizona. He gets an address from him and heads on the next bus to…? (somehow, some humans can talk to animals and some humans can’t understand them, and why is completely unknown and totally random other than for plot progression)
Along the way, Ole Ole helps him find his way along the path from California to Arizona. However, during their travels, Fido constantly has to get Ole out of shenanigans, and the fact that Ole can successfully navigate them to the right place is astounding because he seems air headed a lot, unlike the studious, not foolhardy Fido
Monty Moola is an anti-military “moderate” who goes against all “american values” and tries to kidnap our heroes. He’s been keeping lots of military pets captive (of generals and higher ranking officers) and somehow this will lead him to becoming president of the US. All humans can talk to him. He mistakes Fido for a Fleet Admiral’s Dog who looks identical except he’s tan and not chocolate brown (because how else could they be mistaken?) and tries to use him to hold him for ransom. His plan fails and he is demoted to being taken care of by a “crazy cat lady” (who is the mom/grandma of a serious CEO he works for) who has a bunch of cats and he gets bullied by these mean old lady cats who dress him up in embarrassing poor fitting outfits and cackle.
Lulu is Monty’s secretary and accomplice. She originally ‘resists’ the ruggedly handsome charms of Fido (???) but learns to ‘lighten up’ and not be so ‘snobbish’ because of his ‘humble’ ‘down-to-earth’ background. She betrays Monty, and he uses her in the last gambit to get in Fido’s way. She teaches fido “how to love” and “how to be vulnerable” and “to let the past go”.
Monty is defeated and the trio find Fido’s owner and it’s all well and good. The fact that Fido and Lulu are displaced is never addressed and the movie ends with a gushy emotional scene between Fido and his owner