#chadwick x reader

[celebrityyimaginees]

Imagine Chadwick talking about his daughter going to college soon.

[sisterwifeudaku]

How Can I live

Chadwick Boseman x Black! Reader

It was a typical Saturday with Chadwick home. You waking up to him staring at you with that crooked smile that gave you butterflies.

"Good morning baby" he spoke as he reached over to pull at your bonnet letting it slap back against your forehead.

"Good morning old man"You spoke back, sleep still evident in your voice as you put your feet on his legs making him suck his teeth.

"How the hell are your feet this cold if you had me turn the heat on hell last night?" he said quickly moving his legs off the bed.

"I got hot and turned it off" you said laughing at him as he shook his head.

"Whatever Minnie. Come on and get up I wanna get some food before I take you to get your nails done"

You laid there for a minute tired and not really wanting to get out of bed. You were going to suggest a lazy Saturday but he insisted that you two get out and do something, stating he had some sort of surprise for you.

Your man stood there clad in just his boxers with his long fingers on his waist, waiting for you to stand up. After a three minute staring contest you got up out of bed making your way to the bathroom.

By the time you had gotten dressed and ready to go, Chadwick who was finished getting ready twenty minutes before you had conducted some business over the phone that he hoped you would enjoy.

"You ready Minnie?" he asked you standing up with a grunt.

"Yup. Mickey are you going to help me pick out a color?" You asked as you two made your way to the front door.

"Uhhhh, champagne color?" he suggested with a shrug.

"That might be cute"you responded pulling out your phone. Once you logged into Pinterest and found a design you liked you showed it to him.

Barely glancing up from the college basketball game he nodded and murmured "Cute"

You rolled your eyes and told him you were ready. He quickly jumped up grabbing his keys and jacket before heading for the door. He opened the front door allowing you to leave first but not before giving your ass a smack.

Once in the car, Chadwick started the car and began to drive while you played with the radio connecting your phone to the bluetooth. Hitting shuffle you started to feel the music. Tamia blasted through the radio as you sung along to your man.

"I think you're truly something special" you started but stopped once you realized he was eating Cheez Its. You laughed causing him to take his gaze off of the road for a second to see what had you laughing.

"What's so funny baby" he asked still taking glances at you and eating.

"The fact that you pulled those Cheez Its out of nowhere. Where did your fat ass get them anyway" you asked as he sucked his teeth.

"I keep a box on the side of the door. Nosey ass, you know I keep them snacks on me" he said grabbing more. He yanked the box away when you reached for some before pulling over.

"Yippy Kiyay muthafucka. We made it" he spoke before hoping out of the car to open your door.

"Allow me to help you out Miss Daisy?"He spoke reaching out his right hand to grab your left. You laughed grabbing his hand as he kissed you.

"Are you staying here with me?"

"I'll do whatever you want me to" He spoke kissing your cheek.

Together you walked into the shop to sign in. He pulled his hoodie onto his head and sat down by the entrance.

He sat there trying to contain his feelings. He was definitely nervous about what would be happening in about and hour.

He needed to keep himself busy he stood and walked into the back to talk to you.

"Hey baby" you smiled as you got your feet scrubbed.

"Hey, look is going across the street to get something to drink. What do you want?" He asked as her attention jumped from the lady painting her toenails and back to him.

"I don't want anything babes, thanks for asking" she smiled making him roll his eyes.

Whatever he brought back she would definitely finish for him leaving him with nothing.

"Yeah whatever. Gimme some love" he mumbled puckering his lips as he leaned done to kiss the woman he loved. They pulled away to heard the lady fussing.

"Look at this! You wiggled your toes and messed up the nail."

Chadwick laughed backing up. "sorry ma'am. I'll leave you to it" he smiled before turning to walk over to the nail technician that would be working on your nails.

"Excuse me" he said as he sat in front of her grabbing her attention. "Yes?" "The woman that went back there. She wanted the champagne colored nails. You know who I'm talking about?" He asked

"Oh yes. She's a regular client"

"Yeah well I need you to do me a favor please"

"What is it?"

"When you finish her nails and put that clear moisturizer on her hands...I need you to slide this on her left ring finger for me" he stated sliding her the box and a two hundred dollar bills.

"Ohhhh will do. What do you want me to say when I put it on her finger?"

"Tell her it's from that handsome man she came in with" he smirked before standing up.

"I'm counting on you mama. Don't lose that ok?" He spoke as she nodded putting it in a side drawer and winking at him.

He gave her a smile before walking out of the building into the fresh air.

He took a deep breath, thankful that he didn't have to breathe in those chemicals for the time being.

Now he had to kill time before he officially gave his all to you.

You looked at your surroundings to try and see where Chadwick was but sighed when you saw that he wasn't in the salon.

How long did it take to get some snacks from the store across the street?

You sighed realizing he might've been spotted by some fans and that he was with them taking pictures and signing autographs.

You looked down at your nails and smiled at the work.

"You like the stones?" The nail lady asked.

"You know I do girl!! This is cute"

After having her nails under the lights to dry for a fourth time she was finally done.

She watched as the nail tech rubbed the oil on her skin and massaged her hands.

Just as you were about to get up she patted your hands.

"One more thing sweetie" she said digging into a drawer and putting a ring on your left ring finger.

"Miss this isn't mine" you said confused

"It is now. That handsome man you came in here with left it for you." She said and got up from her seat.

Smiling down at the ring on your fresh manicure you turn as you hear the door open and the gasps of other customers.

There stood the man you loved with the most beautiful bouquet of flowers you've seen. He walked toward you smiling ear to ear.

"These are for you" he said and you gladly accepted them with a giggle.

"Why thank you" you said as he grabbed your free hand to make you stand up.

" I know you're wondering about the ring I had them put on your finger." he spoke as he got down on one knee.

"With everything I've done wrong in my life this here is the one thing I pray everyday I get right. I want to wake up with you every morning and fall asleep with you in my arms at night. Not a day goes by that I don't think about us. It's like Picasso painted your aura, it's like Beethoven composed your vocal tones, a Rodin inspired hand sculpted you the desire of man, Michelangelo grieves inside you. When I look in your eyes I see the seeds of my wildest dreams. I'm rambling but you just make me that nervous. My knee is starting to hurt so I'll rap it up.  Baby, will you do the honors of becoming my wife?"

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Animal (12)

Chadwick Boseman X Original Female Character “Sianna”

Chapter Warning: Cursing, Angst, Plot

Word Count: 4.7K

Note: I know 2 months overdue, I’m sorry. I hope you guys enjoy this. By the way, Tumblr is on the BS and flagged the first post of this because my moodboard had a portrayal of backshots. LMFAO!!!! So 2nd try and no moodboard. Also, I apologize if the spacing is off, I worked really hard going through trying to make the spacing stick. Again, Tumblr is on that BS.

As always thank you for reading, I appreciate you!

**Loosely edited/Proofread***

Thank you guys for reading!!!  If you enjoyed this please LIKE, REBLOG, COMMENT. ❤️ ❤️

~~~~~~~~~~~~

-Sianna-

“I have no excuse for my actions, and I won’t make any, I just need you to forgive me.”

“I was a major asshole, Sianna. I’m sorry.”

“You lied, you’re still pregnant.”

“Do you have any idea what I’ve been going through these last weeks thinking that I was the reason you aborted the baby, I was at fault for my own child being–, how could do that?”

“Here I thought that there was something between us, something from Jamaica that traveled to Barbados, something that wouldn’t let either of us go. Then, these last few weeks I was depressing over the fact that I’d screwed up so bad that I lost you without giving this a real chance to be something and here you are.”

<><><><><>

His words flashed through your head as did the memory of last night. They occupied your brain so much you barely slept, and you were feeling the consequences of lack of sleep. You stretched your back for the tenth time this morning as you walked around your office. You walked to the window and gazed out, not looking at one thing in particular. Suddenly your mother’s old ass passed along from ancestor to ancestor cautionary words popped into your head.

What a twisted web we weave when we practice to deceive.

You groaned and rolled your eyes. She must have said them to you countless times since you were a child. When you lied and then were caught, she said them, when she heard some gossip about the neighbor or one of the other kids she’d say them, when your father got on her nerves every once in a while she’d say them. You could hear her voice as if she were standing right next to you.

You didn’t plan to weave any web, and you certainly didn’t plan to deceive anyone. Okay yes, you wanted to keep the truth from Chad but only for a little while. You were furious when you said the words at the lake. You saw red with all the accusations and slander; you could barely help yourself. Once you’d calmed down some, you regretted it—only slightly though. In hindsight, you could see how Chad would have felt given the limited information.

You groaned again. How were you supposed to know he even gave a damn about he baby?

“Shit.”

You put your hand on your stomach. He still thought it was just one baby instead of two. Your stomach filled with butterflies at telling him.

“Do you have any idea what I’ve been going through these last weeks thinking that I was the reason you aborted the baby, I was at fault for my own child being–.”

“He gives a damn Sianna,” you said to yourself.

You bit your bottom lip still hearing his voice echo through your head.

Or he gave a damn. The look on his face when he saw Chino and the flowers spoke volumes. He was hurt, angry, jealous, and sad even.

“Oh god, Chino.”

You gripped your head and shook it. You knew he had feelings for you. You knew he wanted more than you gave him. He tried to keep his hands respectful at all times, tried to go as slow as you wanted, but it was clear to you how he felt. You felt bad. Part of you–a really huge part was still pining after Chadwick.

“You shouldn’t have used him as a distraction, Sianna,” you said to yourself.

You knew it while you were doing it. If you start something messy, it will end messy, but it wasn’t all a distraction. You were beginning to like Chino. He was a good guy, and he treated you well. You felt fluttering in your stomach, and you paused, trying to decipher if those were kicks. It felt similar to butterfly wings tapping against your skin, but a little more forceful. You felt the sensation again, and a smile spread across your face. You slowly rubbed your expanding belly adoringly. To think you were going to terminate not too long ago.

Your mind went back to Chadwick. You had his children growing inside you. Two brand new lives that didn’t choose the current situation. Two innocent souls that deserved your best—his too. You took a deep breath and decided to put on your big girl panties. You walked over to your desk and opened the top drawer. You riffled through the papers for the card he’d sent weeks ago after he realized who you were. You found the white card and stared at the note again. 

“I’ve been thinking about you and would love to see you. Call me, please; 213-399-2811. Can’t wait to hear from you.”

You smiled, remembering the day you got the flowers and the note. You didn’t call him, one because you were convinced he was screwing your arch nemesis and two you knew if you did you’d end up sleeping with him again. You proved yourself right on several occasions after. You took up your cell and began tapping the numbers in. Once you had the numbers entered your finger hovered over the “call” button. You stared at it and went over the possibilities.

He might not answer; it’s a random number. He might hang up on you once he heard your voice. He might yell and call you all the names in the book—again. He might be happy. You rolled your eyes at the last one because it was unlikely because of how he acted the night before. You were probably enemy number one for him. You sighed and tapped the “call” button. You waited as it rang four times before it went to voicemail. You expected as much. You debated if you should leave a message. What would you say? “Sorry about last night, you weren’t supposed to find out yet, but yeah I’m pregnant, it’s twins.” You shook your head, and the voicemail tone brought you back. You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. You quickly hung up and slapped yourself in the forehead with the phone.

“You’re an idiot Sianna.”

“Sianna?” You looked up and saw your assistant standing there.

“Yes.” She looked over you and stopped at your stomach. You scoffed.

“You’re pregnant?”

“Yes, I am.”

Her face spread in the fullest, happiest smile you’d ever seen. She rushed to you and hugged you.

“Oh my god, that’s great. Congratulation.”

“It is? Thank you.”

“Yes, babies are blessings, and yours is going to be beautiful.”

You smiled. She was always good for this, making you smile with her sweetness.

“How far along?”

“Uh, fiveish or so months,” you responded.

“I’m so happy for you.”

You nodded and smiled also; you couldn’t help it, her happiness was infectious.

“Eh-em, let’s get down to business,” you said, walking to your seat.

She began giving you the highlights of the last few days, relaying messages. After your meeting was finished, you began to walk the floor. You had to oversee the shipping to the department stores, and you refused to leave it up to anyone else. Your father always said if you want a job done well, you do it yourself; only you know your level of standard. So that’s what you did, you spent hours prepping the orders for the stores. You double and triple checked that the quantity was correct and that each piece of clothing was in its best shape which meant no hanging thread, not one hole, you were very anal about it.

By the time you had a moment to yourself, it was well past lunch. You sat in your office with the door closed, and blinds closed leaning back fully in your reclinable office chair. You took the time to enjoy the silence then your mind went to Chadwick again. You took up your phone and dialed the number again. It rang three times before someone that didn’t sound like him answered.

“Hello?”

“Uh, hello?”

“Yeah, how can I help?”

“Who’s this?”

“This is Tye. Who’s this?”

“Uh, well; why are you answering Chadwick’s phone?”

“I’m his agent. Who are you?”

“Um, my name is Sianna. I was hoping to talk to him.”

“Unfortunately Chadwick is tied up at the moment. He’s doing a photo shoot. I will have him call you back. Is this about business? If so, you should be talking to me.”

“No, not business. It’s personal.”

Tye didn’t speak for a few moments.

“Okay. I’ll have him return your call.”

He hung up after that. You looked at your phone, finding it strange. You shrugged it off. You closed your eyes and sunk back into the comfort of the chair. You felt a dull throb at your tailbone and arched your back trying to stretch it out. From what you read, this pain would get worse as your pregnancy went on. You read those carrying multiples felt it more. You groaned and quickly drifted to sleep.

The rest of the day went by in a whirl and a haze. It was a busy one spent prepping all the distribution orders; in total you had over two hundred orders that went out. The rest of the week, you had to send out the same number if you would meet your self imposed deadline of fourteen hundred. While it was a busy day, you took note that there were no calls from Chadwick or Chino.

When you made it home, you decided to push all man worries to the side. Hell, you weren’t sure either of them was worth the stress or the headache. You climbed in a bath and allowed the sea salts, oils, and flower petals to work their magic on your muscles and skin. Again as if you hadn’t slept all day, you drifted to sleep. When you woke up, the fragrant water was cold, and the candles you’d laid around the bathroom were burned out. You climbed out of the water and wrapped in your favorite robe.

You passed a clock and saw it was almost one in the morning. You were tempted to forgo your nighttime routine and just topple in the bed and fall back to sleep but knew your hair would hate you and in the morning your skin would be as thirsty as the cement on a scorching summer day. So you fought off the exhaustion and lotioned your skin with the blend of Shea, and mango butter concoction you made. You didn’t trust your skin to just any skincare company. From when you learned to make products you’d been doing it. You smelled the jar and moaned as the lavender, rosehip, Orange blossom, and lemon aromas hit your nose. You took the time to lotion every inch of your skin, especially your stomach. While you had a few across your backside, you didn’t anywhere else, but you’d also read of stretch marks pregnant women got, and you were not looking forward to them.

Once you finished, you lied in bed ready to fall into the deepest sleep of your life but your phone rang. You groaned remembering you’d left it in the living room.

“Who the fuck is calling at one in the morning?”

You debated if you really needed to answer it, after a quick back and forth with your work ethic you stifled it and closed your eyes. You were tired. The ringing stopped, and all was quiet again until a few moments later it began ringing again. You groaned again, angrily flung the covers to the side, and climbed out the bed. As you walked to the living room, your bitch face was painted on. You grabbed the phone and answered without looking at the ID.

“What!?”

Silence. You kissed your teeth, reaching a new level of annoyance.

“Jesus Christ!” You pinched your nose bridge trying to soothe the annoyance a little.

“Sianna?” Chadwick said. You opened your eyes, shock filling you.

“Hello? Sianna? Are you there?”

“Ehm, yes, I’m here.”

Silence.

You chewed your bottom lip, your nerves taking over. You could practically hear your heart pounding in your ears.

“I heard from Tye you called,” Chadwick said.

“Yes, yes, I did way earlier.”

“Yeah, sorry.”

Silence, this one wasn’t as long though before he began speaking again.

Actually, you know what I’m not sorry. It’s just I wasn’t going to call you back—at all. I was just going to—ignore the message. Then I thought you’re pregnant and something could be wrong, or you needed my help with something and I—I couldn’t not—call you back,” he explained

You sighed and tried not to take offense. He was only calling you back because he thought you were hurt. You dropped into your couch, feeling disappointed and hurt.

“So are you okay? Are you hurt? Is the baby okay?”

“Yes, yes, I’m fine. I’m not hurt, everything is fine,” you answered.

“Okay, so good. I’m gonna–,” he trailed off.

“Chad wait–,”

He sighed out, and you could hear his impatience.

“For what Sianna?”

“So we can talk. I called so we can talk.”

“I don’t think we have anything to talk about unless it’s about that baby you’re carrying. Wait, I can’t keep up today, do you still have a baby in there?”

“Of course there is—,”

You sighed and rubbed your forehead.

“You’re right; we have a lot to talk about regarding this pregnancy. Right now I’m too exhausted to think or control my smart mouth so right now will not work. Tomorrow.”

Silence. You were getting tired of his silence. After a few moments almost a minute he sighed again.

“Fine. Where? The park, same spot?”

Your head instantly flew back to your rendezvous in the park next to the lake. The hairs on your arms immediately stood up, remembering how he touched you, kissed you, pleased you. Before you could stop it, a groan escaped your lips.

Silence.

“How about the pier, Santa Monica,” you suggested.

“Santa Monica?”

“It’s out of the heart of LA and private, I’m sure paparazzi is a problem for you,” you explained.

You bite your bottom lip waiting for him to answer, hoping he said yes.

“Fine. What time?”

“Not early please lately I can barely keep my eyes open. Noon?”

“Fine. Good night.”

With that, Chadwick hung up. You pulled the phone from your ear and looked at it. while part of you felt he was being unfair, the other part of you felt like he was treating you justly. You did lie to him about the pregnancy, technically two times. You were found with another man coming to your home at a time that spoke of intimacy. Yes, he didn’t own you, and you didn’t owe him shit, you could admit it looked suspicious. You sighed again and made your way back to your bedroom to attempt to fall into that deep sleep you needed.

**********

-Santa Monica-

The drive to the pier was almost as stressful as the drive to the park to tell him you were pregnant. For this trip, he already knew. This trip was to tell him you were pregnant with twins and to apologize for lying about the abortion — nothing else.

As you pulled into the pier parking lot, you stared yourself in the eye in the rearview mirror.

“Nothing else Sianna, nothing else!”

You parked and got out of your car. You walked to the pier, and it felt like you were walking to the marching squad. You looked around and noted it was wide open. There was no way you were going to have sex with him. You breathed a breath of relief before you saw him. He stood all the way at the bottom of the pier looking out to the horizon. God, he looked good, you thought. Your eyes raked over his figure and took new appreciation for how God crafted the black man. His frame looked built for protecting, built to withstand any obstacle thrown his way; he looked as if God kept in mind firmness and strength when he created him. As your eyes dropped to his backside, you sunk your top teeth into your bottom lip. It was sinful the reaction you had to this man.

“It’s hormones, that’s it,” you whispered to yourself knowing you were full of shit. It had always been this way since you laid eyes on him in Jamaica.

As if sensing you approaching, he turned and watched you close the distance between you. You noted the hard expression on his face and the coldness in his eyes. That was new, you thought to yourself before coming to a stop before him. Neither of you spoke, you just stared at each other. After nearly a minute, Chadwick looked down to his feet.

“So?”

You cleared your throat and walked closer to the railing and leaned on it. You looked out over the vast ocean and took a deep breath. You felt calmer and waited a few more minutes, hoping your courage would build. When you didn’t speak, you heard Chadwick release an exasperated breath.

“Sianna—,”

“I’m sorry. I am really sorry,” you blurted out. He looked at you then back to the ocean, but you saw the clench in his jaw.

“Sorry, huh. Sorry for what?”

“You know for what.”

“I don’t. It seems you’ve done several things that would warrant an apology — for starters thinking the worst of me from seeing me at your fashion show, assuming and pretty much calling me a liar just because of my associations. Waiting weeks, nearly months before telling me you were pregnant despite seeing me several times and having several chances. Lying to me about having an abortion. Keeping the fact you remained pregnant from me for weeks. Jesus, does that about sum it up?”

You stood there wanting to object to everything he said but you couldn’t because he was right. You did do all of those things. The one thing he didn’t mention was you dating Chino; you wondered if he didn’t really care about that or if he intentionally kept it off the list. You looked at him.

“You’ve been lying since damn near the minute we met,” Chadwick accused.

“I have not. The only lies I told were about the pregnancy, that’s it. Everything else was real.”

He looked at you and kept eye contact with you; he looked as if he were scanning your eyes for any sign of a lie. He wouldn’t find one because you were being gut-wrenchingly honest.

“Jamaica was real, Barbados was real, the club, the park—it was all real Chad.”

He sniffed, looked away, and rested his elbows on the railing, and stared out to the ocean. Several more moments passed in silence.

“You’re right though, I have lied about a lot of things about the pregnancy, and I am truly sorry for that.”

“Why did you lie?”

“I was terrified Chad, like seriously terrified. I went on vacation to kick back before the storm, and you happened. I come back and bam I’m pregnant. I didn’t expect it, plan it, or want it. I was scared for so many reasons I can’t even begin to explain. I didn’t know what I wanted to do or what I was supposed to do. Then I was so furious at you for the things you said to me, and how you acted, I was hurt, and I saw red, and before I knew it, I’d said it.”

You didn’t dare look at him; you kept your eyes glued to the water and tried to allow the swaying of the waves to calm your rising anxieties. He didn’t speak, but you felt his eyes on you.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, Sianna. I wasn’t thinking at all. I’m ashamed of the way I acted, the things I said–,” Chadwick trailed off, lowering his head in shame.

“I was not raised to be that man, and I’m sorry.”

You looked at him and held his gaze. You saw the sincerity in his words and knew he meant the apology. Standing beside him, you felt your body’s want to get closer to him. You felt the need your body still had for him, and while it was tempting to give in to the need, you knew you shouldn’t. You bit your bottom lip and watched as his eyes dropped to your mouth. His expression changed to one you recognized, one you were familiar with because you spent an entire night with that expression. After a few moments, Chadwick cleared his throat and stepped back, creating more space between your bodies. You tried not to feel anything about it, but the hint of rejection was unrelenting. In an effort to break free from it, you cleared your throat and looked back to the ocean.

“So um, do you need a DNA test?”

He sighed out but didn’t hesitate.

“No.”

You looked at him and studied the side of his face.

“Why not? A few weeks ago you brought it up—,”

“I know it’s mine. I don’t need to test it to be certain.”

You were impressed and kind of touched. You expected him to be gung-ho about a DNA test, so this was unexpected. You nodded and looked back to the water and allowed an anxious silence to fall between you again. You wondered what he was thinking and why he was so quiet. No doubt he had a lot going on in his head but so did you. There was so much to say, so much to figure out.

“Ah, before you keep saying “it,” there is one more thing,” you began.

Chadwick looked at you with a confused expression ten turned his body to face you fully. You took a deep breath and turned to him as well. His eyes dropped to your stomach, and he stared at it.

“There are two babies, twins.”

His face slowly sparked with emotion, first shock then horror and back to shock before he finished off with a look that placed a small smile on his lips. He looked to your face then back to your stomach and back and forth several times.

“Tw—twins? You’re sure?”

“Oh yeah very sure, doctor and ultrasound confirmed.”

“Wow. Are you—are they?”

“Yes, we’re all fine.”

“Do you know the sex?”

You shook your head.

“Not yet, hasn’t been the time yet.”

He nodded and looked shocked again. You knew it was a lot to wrap your head around. You’d gone through these emotions before.

“Wow, I can’t believe any of this. A few months ago my biggest concern was trying not to be typecasted after Black Panther, and now there’s this.”

You looked down and felt as if you were burdening him.

“Look, I don’t mean for this to be a burden to you. That is the last thing I want. I don’t want you to feel as if you’re obligated to do anything concerning these babies or me. I just—you had a right to know.”

He looked at you with a blank expression then looked back out to sea.

“Are you saying that you don’t want me involved? You don’t want me to be a part of their lives?”

The fact that he said “their” lives and not “your” life was not lost on you. You heard it and although it hurt a little you understood. You didn’t know anything about each other except the frivolous stuff, and you’d lied to him for the last five weeks at least. You got it.

“I’m saying that I don’t need you to be if you would rather not be. I a good life, a good career, I make good money, I have amazing friends and family and I can more than take care of them on my own. I don’t need anything from you that you wish not to give. So, it boils down to the decision being yours,” you explained trying to tiptoe on the eggshells you felt this conversation to be.

“Thank you for telling me all about what you don’t need. What do you want? Do you want me involved or not?”

Damn, checkmate. You didn’t know, and that was the honest to god truth. You didn’t know if you wanted him anywhere near this pregnancy or the babies’ lives. Now that may make you a bitch or a horrible person, but that was where you were. As if he sensed your answer, he looked down and nodded again.

“I don’t know. I’m just getting used to the idea of the pregnancy as a whole and what the next eighteen to twenty years of my life are going to look like. I just haven’t thought about anything else.”

He fell silent again. You thought you’d offended him and upset the mellowness of this meet and regretted opening your mouth.

“What do you want?”

You were afraid to hear his answer. It could have been anything, he could say take you to court for custody, or never see your face again. You didn’t know which response made you more nervous. You couldn’t believe life was throwing you this massive curveball for nothing. There had to be a reason, a purpose for all of this.

“I don’t know. This is sudden. A few weeks ago, it tore me up that you’d gotten an abortion, straight made me sick to my stomach that I was the reason I’d never meet my own flesh and blood and I was upset with myself. I really was. But you’re still pregnant, and the possibility is there, and it’s terrifying. Yeah, I wanted a family in life at some point. I wanted to be more established and settled and secure than I currently am, but I guess life had other plans. So being faced with it now there’s so much,” he finished.

Again, you understood completely. There was no way he could answer anything with all this information being so fresh.

“Seems like we both have a lot of thinking to do.”

You nodded.

“Thank you for telling me the truth.”

“Thank you for apologizing.”

“Thank you for not kicking me in the nuts; I may have deserved it.”

You smiled and nodded.

“Yeah, that and so much more.”

Chadwick snorted, and you smiled and looked at him just at the same time he looked at you. You both stared at each other for several long moments, and you felt the same way you did in Jamaica that first night you saw him. The night that started everything. You wondered if he was thinking about the same thing you were. Was he reminiscing about the first time he saw you, touched you, felt your body on his, kissed you? Was he daydreaming about the night these babies were most likely conceived? He bit his bottom lip, and your attention went right to them. It had been so long since you’d tasted his lips. So long since you’d smelled the unique scent your bodies created together. How was it possible to want one man this much you asked yourself? How was it possible to be so angry and hurt by someone but also want to be near them, be with them? It was infuriating. Chadwick looked away and cleared his throat loudly.

“I have to make it back to LA.”

You nodded and stepped back. You hadn’t even realized your body drifted closer to his like a magnet attracting you.

“Yeah, so I’ll uh keep in touch about things,” you announced.

“Thank you.”

“And don’t worry, your secrets are safe with me,” you cornily joked as you rubbed your burgeoning belly. As soon as the words escaped you, you groaned.

“Wow, that was horrible,” you whispered.

“Nah, not horrible. Corny, but not horrible,” he teased. You smiled and probably blushed. You then began walking down the boardwalk with Chadwick instep with you.

You smiled to yourself and tried to not feel like a schoolgirl. Once you made it to the parking lot, Chadwick pointed to the right, and you pointed to the left. He followed you to the car and opened your door for you. This was the man you remembered. You slid in the driver’s seat and grunted. He shut the door and smiled at you again before he waved and walked to his car. As you watched him go, you breathed out.

“Platonic Sianna, platonic.”

TagList:

@sarahboseman @texasbama @heyauntieeee @airis-paris14 @thiccdaddy-mbaku @wakandas-vibranium @wakanda-inspired @theunsweetenedtruth @ashanti-notthesinger @reignsxjackson @halfrican-heat @ambthegamer @simplyyamberr @muse-of-mbaku @sisterwifeudaku @mejustme06 @stressedgyal @ilcb7 @leahnicole1219 @destinio1 @maliadestiny @drsunshine97 @blowmymbackout @purplehairgawdess @thehuntoyobun @wakandamama @wakandawinning @profilia @zxddy-panther @h-challa @babygirlofwakanda @misswakanda2018 @challaxkillmonger @ororowrites @hutchj @myfavemarvelfanfics @lavitabella87 @afraiddreamingandloving @autumn242 @purple-apricots @skysynclair19 @hersheyskissesss @blue-ishx @blublubleu @90sinspiredgirl  @kumkaniudaku @tchallaswife @tchallamakesmeh0lla @turn-thy-paige @blackchickfics @blackpantherismyish @inlovewithmakeupcomicsanimelove @naturally-bri @flawlesslybeautiful14 @qweentbh @lunaerly @theoutereffect @twilight-sapphire-lover @pupyluv247 @stark-red19 @cockyboysandsugarism @maverickabull @madbadsiren @aykanna @myaw731 @ruruly20 @mixedmelanin @brittyevans @bezzywazhere @laketaj24   @taint3dvirgin @soulsparker @theresnomoregoodones @syreanne @loveandcigarillos  @heybriheyyy @wakanda-bcth @uhlxis  @dadinhas-heat @yaachtynoboat711 @geeksareunique @bultalongthewayside @ajspencer1892 @captiansaveasmut @imaginewhoever @terrablaze514 @starsshines-blog @scrumptiouslytenaciouscrusade @darkandlovely94 @sithlordslut @wavyyc @naturalistamisslyn @nigarachi15 @madamslayy @blackandfair @kreolemami @mylastnameisthe-fish @kaykay0829 @chaneajoyyy @tequilajay27 @blacklotus-of-the-black-kingdom @slimmiyagi @im5ftbutmythroat66 @jaeee-http @madhatterhelsing @sunflowerpsalms @wakanda-shit-is-that @deliciousstreetkidcroissant @jecourt @vebner37 @disneysdarlingdiva @melaninmarvel @alanastormborn @dolphinpink310 @wonderbell @ohleucothea @queentearra @bitchbetterhavemydinner @fentybabyy @kaykay4454fan @priya212 @kitkit1690 @chrismarcs @beautycomesindifferentformsworld @blackpantherimagines @ovohanna24 @sweetpeachjones @kslo000 @nubian-queen18 @omgsuperstarg   @prettyprincessushio @treeondrea  @ursapharoh05  @blackpinup22 @kaytauru @big3gocandykahn @kissingpineapples @wildaboutchrisevans  @fitfineandstayingalive @misspooh @michele-onel @gorjiss @muva-milaje @limbo-limbo-limbo @awkwardlyabstract @blxck-brxndie @meeky-imagines @inlovewith3 @metalarmlover @mellowjellow6 @sweettea-and-honeybutter @thatrandomhetaliachick @missdeerstalker15 @marvelheaux @romanceoftheeveryday @mufasathatniggatho @cltex84 @sweetbearcolorgarden @msincognito67 @mosagram @mar-ta-3 @ljstraightnochaser @lewatigress @akimi-youngblood @beezywazhere @bekahdean87 @teechallas-blog @jasmindaughteroftheworld @cocooned-butterfly @emoniclark22 @chereedrop619 @theblulife @niggarachi15 @great-neckpectations @avenger-marvel-fan @hersheyskissesss-blog  @arieljamiyla @vibranium-soul @apileofmiscsomethings @niecey4cocaine @missumuch1918 @chillavesss @heynessss @shamelessqueenobservation @cetouna @cosmicmelaninflower @tntnv @dopegalkk @babyblowomg @somansystars-and-westillstarve @determinednot2fall @zoezoe34 @chasingsunlight @somanystars-and-westillstarve @diamyyyyy @give-me-a-million-dollars-pls @shyblackgirl @your-resident-evil @stillevansbae @sheisexcellent @oceanscorazon @hautehoneyfitness @bistoolada @sunigyrl @igotmadskills @adifferentme @bugngiz @mellowcyclepuppy @wellthirsted @caramara3 @pananegra @amethyst09 @champagnesugamama   @marvelfansworld @kemkem101 @periodtevans @fullonfrenzy @domdollass @deansbbysblog @captainsamwlsn @westindianshorty @90sinspiredgirl @cutewylie

***If you were not tagged and want to be let me know. If you were tagged and don’t want to be let me know.

[supersizemeplz]

Up and Alert

T'Challa x Black PlusSized Reader

Another #supersizedfic short. Enjoy!

Usual morning sounds filled the palace walls. Staff and Doras moving about the halls. Soft footsteps echoed through the halls of the east wing, moving closer to the royal chambers of the King himself. Who you haven't seen in two days and you'd missed. The short train of your dress slid behind you on the polished floors of the palace halls as you approached his doors, dismissing the guards with a pleasant smile.

Pushing open the heavy double doors, you were met with... Darkness?

"Morning, 'Challa.." You slipped into the royal chamber, looking to meet an up and about T'Challa. Being met with a lump in the sheets instead . "..or not." You eased over to the bed. The dimmed lamp in the corner providing enough light to see where you were going.

"Okoye wasn't lying when she said you were out, huh?" The words were more to yourself. He just had to go out with M'Baku for drinks. You tapped his back, gently shaking his shoulder to awaken him from his light slumber. "I leave for a two day trip and come back to a hung over husband. You never cease to amaze me, Udaku.."

You pulled the covers back from him. Only for him to pull them back over him. You raised an arched eyebrow in surprise. "Ten more minutes, Kitten.." He'd grumbled lowly, snuggling into the pillow his head adorned which muffled his voice. You raised an eyebrow, nodding as you mumbled a soft 'okay, plan B' to yourself.

Leaving his side for a moment, you made your way over towards the windows. "Wakey wake, eggs and bakey." The blackout curtains pulled apart, allowing light to spill into the room. Turning back to the bed, you listened to the royal groan. He rolled over to his back, pulling a pillow over his face.

"For Bast sake, woman. Can I not sleep in today?" His voice sounded groggy, barely heard by you. "Just for a while longer.." He didn't attempt to move as you made it to the bed. Or when you'd bunched your dress up enough to crawl onto the bed.

"Unfortunately, my love.." You straddled him with ease, patting his chest. "That you cannot do. You have a meeting in a few hours and you need to be up and alert." Your nails grazed his chest as he sighed. Relaxing under the calming graze of your nails.

"Up and alert?.."

"Up and alert, babe.." You chuckled, smiling down at him. His eyelids low as he looked up at you with a goofy smile, telling you of how pretty you looked. "Thanks babe. It's the new headscarf.. But we'll talk about that in a moment. How can I get you up and out of this bed?" He didn't reply instantly, instead his lips curled into a sly smirk. You squinted your eyes at him in silent question, wondering what the expression meant.

He licked his lips, flipping the both of you over suddenly with ease. Pinning you beneath him as he intertwined your fingers. His soft lips kissed up your neck, moving to your jaw. "I can think of a few ways, Kitten."

_________

Taglist: @sisterwifeudaku @kumkaniudaku @elaindeereads @wawakanda-btch @theunsweetenedtruth @hold-me-like-a-heart-beat @unholyxcumbucket @purple-apricots @marvelpotterlove @chaneajoyyy @disneysdarlingdiva @wakanda-inspired @justanotherloveaffair @cmonkillmonger @princesskillmonger @theblulife @airis-paris14 @fonville-designs @liviy00 @cosmicmelaninflower @whoramilaje @yaachtynoboat711 @yofavcocoa @teheeboo @alexundefined @kaykay0829 @terrablaze514 @iwrite4poc @truglori @muse-of-mbaku @killmongerdispussy @jozigrrl @thedelightfulone @bugngiz @fiercedeception @tinyelfperson @ashleychristina73 @ikeea-world @softnani @tashawar @callme-slime @a1bunni @amethyst1993 @pinkdemolition @raysunshine78 @missmohnique @toniilaney @pinktiger501 @uhlxisback

[princessceettaa]

Would You Still Trust Me?

Chadwick Boseman & Black!Reader

I really hope BP/chadwick/etc fics aren't dead bc I have plenty others. 

****

“Don‘t touch me, y/n.” Chadwick barks, backing away from your shaking body. He hadn’t touched you in weeks, hell, he hadn’t looked at you in weeks. He’d been distant, quiet, and turned off by everything you do since the day you admitted to cheating. It was once, but once was enough. That day had been on his mind for the longest. It was supposed to be special, beautiful, and it was, until it wasn't. 

You’d walked into your house, like you normally did at five in the evening after a long day of teaching wild seventh graders and grading their above and below average work. Chadwick had only been back a day, maybe longer, you were too guilt driven to even talk to him much, blaming it on work. When you walked in and turned on the lights, there he was. Smiling, excited, anxious, beautiful. 

“Hey.“ You breath out, wondering what had gotten into him. “Whats up?” 

He stood to his feet, that smile never falling or even twitching. He grabbed your hands, kissing the both of them. 

“How was work, my love?” He asks, tilting his head as he pulled you closer to him. “Tiring, I bet.” 

“Yeah, it was okay. What’s gotten into--” 

“I love you so much, y/n. I do. You don't know how excited I get when I come home and watch you walk through those doors in old outfits that you style so well, they look new. You’re beautiful. Your humble. You didn't let my dreams get in the way of yours. You knew what you wanted and you went after it, all while helping me with mine. God, I love you, I do.” Your eyes were wide, and your body was shaking with anxiety. You were praying that he was just feeling like giving a speech today. “I just, I should've married you the day I met you, but,” He dropped down on his knee and you snatched away from him, sobbing. “Y/n?” 

“No, Chadwick, please don't do this.” You cry, pulling away from him. “I can’t.” 

“What-” He stands to his feet, and you only back away. “Y/n?” 

“I cheated, Chadwick. I cheated and I should've told you but I didn't. I couldn't. I'm so sorry.” He stares at you for a second, gripping the box in his hand. You stare back, but he doesn't even seem like himself. His smile was far gone and his hand shook a little. 

”You did what?”

“Chadwick, i’m so sorry. It was a mistake and I would take it back if I could.” You started reciting the clichés and he only starred. “Chaddy--” He shakes his head, grabbing your arm gently. He pulls you toward the back, and opens the back door to the backyard. And your heart shatters. The millions of roses, and your family, his family, even some of your students stand there, socializing. “You wanna tell them all to go home? Tell them you’re marrying the side piece.” Chadwick humorlessly chuckles, moving away from you and leaving the room all together. You watch him leave, then turn back to the crowd of people. No ones paying attention, but you eyes connect with your brother and before he could rush over, you shake your head. Seeing the tears on your face and clouding your eyes, he nods. Using his hands to motion you back into the house. 

Since that day, Chadwick hadn't even bothered to talk to you. Today was an exception. He’d been gone for interviews and such, since his movie just released, there was no time to talk with him. Today, he noticed you coming in the house. You were so tired, and hungry, and stressed, you just broke down at the door. He rushed over, grabbing you before you collapsed. 

“What did you eat today?” 

“Can we talk, Chaddy?” 

“I could make Alfredo or something. You need to eat.” 

“I'm not eating until you tell me how you're feeling and we talk about it.” He scoffed, shaking his head. 

“I guess you’ll be starving today then, huh?” He didn't mean it, but he’s pissed. He rushed upstairs and you follow, leading you to where you are know. He’s sitting at the end of the bed and you stand in front of him. You reach and place a hand on his thigh, he moves away as soon as your finger touched the fabric of his slacks. 

“Don’t touch me, y/n.” 

“Okay.” You nod, sitting down where you stood. You stare at each other for a while. “I still love you, Chadwick. I was lonely and drunk. I put myself in the position of being able to get drunk purposefully. I needed some attention and I couldn't cheat if I was sober. My guilt would eat me alive. So I got drunk, I had drunken sex with the bartender, I went home the next day, and I got tested. I have nothing. I still have the papers if you want proof. Chadwick, I have no excuse for cheating. I'm so fucking selfish for doing that to you and I've asked for forgiveness but if its too much, i’ll leave. We can take a break, or, if--” you sob, shaking your head. You don't get to cry. “If its too much, we can take an even longer break. I didn’t mean to hurt you—“ he slid off the bed onto his knees in front of you. he grabs your face, wiping the tears off your cheeks. His touch sent your body through something. You missed him and his soft hands and the feel of his touch.

“There is no way out of this, y/n. If you think i’m leaving you just because of a night of infidelity, you’re crazy. I’m so pissed. I’ve cried since the day you told me, but i knew before you told me, or atleast i assumed you did before you told me. You couldn’t even look at your phone when we facetimed, you couldn’t even look at me when i came home for the first time in months. I knew something had happened, y/n. I still wanted to marry you, without knowing. You’re my first love. The person i want to be with till i can’t walk, but if i’m not enough—“ 

“No, no, Chaddy, you are more than enough.” he smiled a little, leaning his forehead on yours. 

“It’s so hard to just look at you and not assume the worst. I love you. I just need time.” Though it had been three weeks since the incident, you still nodded. You would give him a year if that’s what he needed. 

“okay, chaddy.” he nods, kissing your forehead. He grabs his shoes, and runs a hand down his face. 

“i’ll pick you up something while i’m out. you’re eating before you go to sleep.” you don’t argue, and he turns away, but stops in his tracks to turn back to you. “Think of it like this: Would you still trust me if while I was filming, I was cheating on you? If you was out there making a living, and I come home to tell you that I was sleeping with someone else? Hell no. I just need space, y/n.”

It goes on like this for more weeks. On and off talking when the two of you were checking each other. He did more interviews, he left for days at a time. You continued doing what you always did. Your families called, your students questioned, and your brother was the only one bothered enough to stop by and check on the two of you. you brother didn't believe the act the two of you put on, but he decided to mind his business until the two of you worked things out. 

today was different. you made it home before chadwick and decided to take a nap. you tried to sleep in the guest room, where you’d been sleeping, but this time, chadwick was no where in the house. there was comfort in having him around, even if it wasn't in the same room. after making sure he wasn't home, you walk into the master bedroom. the room smelled like him and his cologne and your body instantly relaxed. you fall onto the be, cuddling a pillow close to you and wrapping your body in the thick, fluffy comforter. 

chadwick walks into the house almost ten minutes later. he was tired as well so he didn't notice your bag on the couch. he made his way to the master bedroom, kicking off his shoes once he made it through the door. he falls onto the bed, landing on your legs. he quickly shot back up. you didn’t even squirm. he sighs, pulling the cover slightly off of you and sliding under it. you unconsciously moved closer, and he cuddled your body to his. as he lie there, he couldn’t help but get teary-eyed. he missed this. he missed touching you. he missed holding you. he missed you. but he couldn’t bring himself to talk to you. too much pride. too many doubts in his head. the thought of you with anyone but him, repulsed him. 

once you felt the added heat pressed against your chest and head, your eyes fluttered open. 

“I forgive you.” he whispers, running his hand soothingly up and down your back. “i forgive you because i know what we have is real and i want to trust you, y/n.” you sit up, staring down at him. “i still want to marry you. i want a bigger house and little kid running around. i want it with you.”

“i never meant to hurt you, chaddy. i’ll never do it again. the first time was just— i— i don’t know what that was and i have no excuse but i want a family with you too. i want the same things you do and i really want us back. but chadwick, if you need more time, please take it.” your voice cracks at the end as the tears rushed up and the heat collected in your face. you didn’t want him to just say he forgives you. the relationship you used to have wouldn’t be there. “if you can’t come back from this, please let me know.”

chadwick sits up, a plain look on his face. he didn’t look upset nor happy. he just wore a stern expression.

“i forgive you.” he repeats, staring deeply into your cloudy eyes. he places a hand on your cheek and you lean into it. “marry me.”

“i-what?” you sit up straight. “chaddy—“

“you can’t say no twice.” he chuckles. “please, marry me.” you don’t hesitate to nod your head. you climb into his lab as you hug his neck. he holds you close to him, as he reaches behind him to grab the ring. it sat on the nightstand every night, waiting. he taps your arm and you pull away, holding out your hand. the rock wasn’t big and it was there. you always told him you hated big diamonds and it took that into consideration whilst buying this ring. it was a little lose on your finger but it stayed on perfectly like it was meant for you. you wrap your arms around him once again, kissing all over his face.

the wedding was over faster than you wanted it to be. the reception was beautiful, your husband exceptional—everything was perfect. you walk into the large hotel room, looking around as your husband closed the bedroom door. you notice the bath and the roses and the candles.

“this is beautiful.” you feel yourself tear up again, but you had been crying all day so you held it back.

“you’re beautiful, y/n.” he unzips your dress as he stands behind you, sliding it off of your shoulders. he kisses your back and then your neck. you step out of your dress and Chadwick lays it on the couch behind you. he sits on the bed and you climb into his lap. you kiss his forehead, cheek, and lips.

“so what’s next?” you whisper after pulling away from his face. he stares into your eyes as he flips you over, hovering over you, his lips barely touching yours. you smiled up at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “babies?” he chuckles with a nod.

“many babies.”

[90sinspiredgirl]

I CANT WITH HIM😩😩😂💀

[airis-paris14]

The Wedding Pact 4

Sorry this is a little on the short side, but I need to keep the next section together. Hope you enjoy! Reblog and comment please. Let me know what you think!

Summary: He made a promise, she didn’t expect him to keep it.

(Search #theweddingpactfic for all chapters)

“Baby wait,” Chadwick’s voice echoed down the hall. “May, why would you do that?” Your father’s eyes clouded. “Because I will not condone this marriage! It is obviously a cover up for something. Those two never showed any interest in each other, now they wanna get married? Is it so hard to believe that she’s pregnant?” Your mother fired back.

“Is it so hard to believe that someone would want our daughter if she’s not pregnant!”

“Nobody wanted me!”

“Damnit May! This isn’t about you!”

“Baby let me in,” sun filtered in slants into the back hallway. Empty rooms lined the halls. The empty rooms staring Chadwick in the face. His hand ran over his face. The faint click of the door calmed the actor. “Baby, his hands pressed the withered wood open. His eyes zeroing in on your form. “Hey,” he shut the door behind himself.

“Hi..”

“Why don’t you come tell big daddy what’s wrong?”Chadwick balanced himself on the edge of the tub. “Shut up,” You sniffled.

“Come on. Tell me what’s wrong babygirl.”

“ I knew she would be upset, but after your parents, I started to hope she would take it as well as they did.” You sighed, allowing him to wrap your hands in his. “If it makes you feel better, I don’t know why the took it that well,” his thumbs ran circles on the backs of your hands. “But they still took it well. I’m just tired of every major milestone coming with a lecture.”

“She’s just trying to protect you baby,” he soothed, running his hands over your shoulders. “From what!” You threw his hands off of you. “You’re a good man. I’ve lived my whole life for her, now I try to do one thing and she won’t condone it.”

“Well I guess you need to ask what is more important, your happiness. Or your mother’s expectations.”

“May, He is a good man!” Your father argued. “So was James,” she glared. “Stop covering for him May! He left you.”

“I do not want to have this conversation here!” Your mom hissed.

“We have waited too long to have this conversation May!”

“And I will not have it in someone else’s home!”

“We are not running may! Ever since James left you have been running!”

“How dare you!”

“What is wrong with you May! What are you so afraid of!”

“I will not have Chadwick leaving my daughter!”

Chadwick’s mother shot up, “now with all due respect May, you will not tear down my son in our own home! We raised Chadwick better than that. Just as you raised your daughter!”

“I think you should take her home,” Chadwick’s father advised yours. “Your babygirl doesn’t need to hear this conversation.”

Your father nodded in response, “let’s go May.” He turned back to the elder Mr. Boseman. “Tell my babygirl I’ll be back. I’ll leave her stuff here.” The other man nodded. “Well take care of her.”

“I’ve always wanted everyone’s approval,” you began.

“If you do that, then you sacrifice part of your own happiness.” Chadwick fingers traced the side of your face. “I know,” you mumbled.

“But trying does not make you a bad person. If your mother’s approval is a deal breaker then we can end the engagement,” the actor sighed. You quickly jumped off of your seat on the toilet and straddled his lap. “Hey, no,” you reassured him. “I want to be with you. My mom can’t change that.” You grinned, pulling his face gently between your hands. “No one can change that. ” You gently pushed his eyes up to yours.

He nodded, a small smile gracing his lips. His forehead came to rest against yours. Your head tilted slightly before your lips met. This kiss just as magical as the first. Your hands found their way to the nape of his neck. Fingers tangled in his coils, he pulled you closer. His hands gripping your waist as he pulled you down, grinding into you. His tongue tracing the seam of your lips. With a sigh, you granted him access to your mouth. Your hips grinding onto his.

The opening of the bathroom door startled you both apart. “Y’all young kids really don’t care where you are do you?” Chadwick’s father grinned down at you. You buried your face in Chadwick’s neck, his hands slowly venturing from under the back of your shirt. His laugh tracing the edge of your ear. “Thanks for knocking pop.” His hands running circles on your back. “No problem. Now. As much as I would love to let you “love birds” finish what you started, this old man needs to use the restroom.”

“Understood Mr. Boseman.” You smiled, Chadwick helping you off of his lap. You walked out of the bathroom hand in hand. The creaking of the wooden floor the only sound as you ventured down the hall.

“You know I always hated this hallway when I was little.” the actor admitted. “Why?” your laugh drifted down the hall fingers tumbling with Chadwick’s. “It’s so long, in the winter there’s no light in this hall. The trees used to cast shadows and I always thought they were big hands reaching out to grab me.” Chadwick pulled your hand into his. His thumb tracing circles all along your knuckles. “So the great Chadwick Boseman is afraid of stuff that goes bump in the night.” You teased, stopping and pulling him into you. Your fingers toyed with the buttons on the front of his shirt. He reached a hand out to caress your face. His fingers lightly tracing the the outline of your face. His full lips leaned into your ear, his breath brushing the side of your neck. “Shhhh. It’s our little secret.”

His breath traced the edges of your ear. A shiver ran down your spine, giggles tumbling out of your mouth. You bit your lip, nodding your head in agreement. “Ok,” his laugh filled the back hall as you tucked yourself back into his side.

“Ok.” you laughed, both of you heading back to the front living room of the house.

The white wooden arches of the house’s living room welcomed you as you rounded the corner. Tucked under Chadwick’s arm you floated into the living room. “If it isn’t the couple of the hour.” Chadwick’s mom smiled from the kitchen. The wooden floor creaked softly under your feet as you padded into the kitchen with Chadwick. He pulled himself away to help his mother grab a pot.

You smiled softly at the scene before glancing out the window. Your finger gently nudged the curtains apart, noting the absence of your parents car. Chadwick’s hand on your waist shocked you. “Hey, you ok?” He frowned. “Yeah, Yeah,” you shook your head, trying to clear the fog.

“Mrs. Boseman, do you know where my parents went?” You turned back to the window, Chadwick’s hand covered yours glancing out as well. Her hand stilled over the stove, one immediately reaching for the kitchen towel stowed on the handle. “Well,” her dry hands began running through the towel incessantly. “Your father said he’d be back soon,” his mom offered.

You nodded in reply, fighting back the tears.“ Well, do you need any help in the kitchen?” You squeezed Chadwick’s hand in reassurance. “No baby I’m good, but you all should get started on wedding planning. While you’re away from prying eyes. It’d be a good way for you both to bond.”

“Well. Honestly I don’t even know where to start.” You admitted, settling into a chair at the kitchen table. “Google it,” his mom offered.”I mean y’all google everything else.

“She’s gotta a point,” Chadwick teased. “She’s got a point,” you mocked, settling down into the kitchen chair. “Shut up big head,” he smiled back.

“I love you,” he smiled. “Love you too,” you smiled back goofily. “Wedding planning. Remember?” His mother reminded. “Right.” You turned away from his gaze.

Taglist: @almostpurelysmut @blackbypurpose @nyneebee @hutchj @tchoking @sisterwifeudaku @wikiwakanda @royallyprincesslilly @90sinspiredgirl @strictlyashley @afraiddreamingandloving @thedelightfulone @autumn242 @purple-apricots @kumkaniudaku @queertrex @kaciidubs @halfrican-heat @skysynclair19 @dramaqueenamby @gorjiss @kreolemami @mzbritt @yoyolovesbucky @derangedcupcake @builtalongthewayside @ilcb7 @chaneajoyyy @lalapalooza718 @ororowrites @leahnicole1219 @dopegalkk

[grandadchadwick]

masterlist

chadwick boseman

° nsfw alphabet

° drowning

° pretty little fears

t’challa udaku

to be updated.