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chadwickbosemanfanfic · 2 years

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THE INVITATION (P 1/3) (fan fic)

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Synopsis: On the verge of flunking out of law school, a close friend encourages Evalyn Grier, a high performing HBCU and Ivy League scholar who has had her share of panic attacks, to get her head out of the books to finally have some fun! Her friend Meghan, a young journalist and socialite, convinces her that she believes a night out would allow her to unwind so that she can come back to her studies strong! But when she has a night she can’t remember, Evalyn finds herself trying to piece together how she woke up on the other side of the country in Los Angeles with Chadwick Boseman.

Year: 2018

Meghan eyeballed her close friend with annoyance in her glare. Evalyn sat with her legs crossed, reading through a document on her second computer screen completely unaware that she had become a target. She even had the nerve to start humming. Completely satisfied.

“This has to stop,” Meghan rose and crossed the condominium lounge. “You have to clear your mind to come back to all of this refreshed. It’ll help with your focus so that you can finish strong,” she slipped her phone in the back pocket of her jeans. “One minute you’re freaking out about how you’re going to flunk classes that have barely started. The next, you’re humming in miserable bliss,”

“Humming is the sound of—”

“Boredom,”

“Meghan, please, don’t—,”

The laptop was pressed shut. Meghan kept a manicured hand a top it’s warm surface as she scowled down at Evalyn, a friend of seven years. “You did not move out here to work your life away,”

“I literally moved here for law school. Two of the same,”

“Oh, really? Because I happen to recall a friend calling me and telling me she had two acceptance letters and that she would choose the option closest to her best friend to ‘have a little fun.’ Hell, if I knew what you meant by little, I would have told you to go elsewhere,” she bucked her eyes. “It’s Friday, the weather is sexy and we’re stuck inside a lounge with fluorescent lights and no windows!”

“I just need to finish this last assignment and reading. You know how hard Dr. Kirk’s courses have been for me. I’m afraid I’m going to flunk this course,”

“Reminder: The course just started,”

“I have to get a hold of it now so that I don’t drown later. If I finish the reading by 9 tonight —,”

“Nope, I’m not falling for that again. You’re going out tonight and you’re getting ready now. Get up. Let’s go upstairs to your condo. Better yet, let’s go to mine. I have something you can wear,”

“Wear where?”

“We were invited to a private event,”

“Private? And who extended this invitation,”

“The man I have been dating for two months. Now, come on, get up,” Meghan grabbed the computer and the one beneath it. Evalyn struggled to keep up, snatching her pens, papers and journals from the color-blocking red, white and cream sofa that was much too stiff for comfort. “Excuse us,” Meghan cheesed at a man they had never seen before that she nearly bumped into when stepping out into the bright hall. When she came to a halt, Evalyn bumped into her from behind. Pens rolled and hit the floor. She struggled to retrieve them. Meghan looked over her shoulder, smiling, “You see, the night already feels promising. Let’s go.”

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Evalyn adjusted the black leather skirt. While she didn’t mind the black top showing off what she worked hard to keep, she still felt a little exposed with the leather hugging her hips. Much different from the boyfriend jeans she’d gotten used to wearing. Though, her legs were her favorite assets, so she did like how the skirt teased around her thighs and how the strap stilettos on her feet kissed her toned calves. All black, nearly down to black toenail polish Meghan tried to make her put on in replacement to her ol’ faithful red. That, she refused. She loved her red polish. She loved them that much more inside of the open-toe stilettos.

Meghan was gorgeous. She went with a smokey eye and dark lipstick that complemented her thick black hair that was sleek in the front and falling down her back with no sight of a curl or strand of hair out of place. Evalyn got back in the mirror to apply her red lipstick and teased at her bangs and curls. Meghan leaned over the counter top close by. She sung to herself while slipping on a pair of black earrings.

“Are those diamonds? They’re beautiful!”

She smiled at Evalyn’s reflection, “A gift,”

“From this two month mystery man who has no name?”

“You’ll meet him tonight,”

“Really,”

“Oh, let’s turn that up!” She dashed for the SmartTV remote, leaned into the living room from the guest bathroom and blasted its volume. “Girl, tonight is going to be [inaudible]!”

“What?! I can’t hear you over Juvenile!”

She twirled, leaning over with her hands on her knees. “This song never gets old! Girl, you have to loosen up tonight!”

“In THIS leather?!”

“I got something that will help you,” she twerked to the beat before bouncing upward and disappearing in her bedroom. She came back with a blunt and a small bag of candy. “Edibles or blunt,”

“No, no, no,” Evalyn shook her head, putting her hands up in defense. “Neither, I can’t.”

Meghan rolled her eyes. “More for me and a couple of friends,” she stuffed both into her purse. Pulled out her phone and thumbed at it. A grin parted her lips. “Here,” she shoved her phone back in her purse and hurried to the kitchen. “Let’s at least take a shot before the driver comes!”

“Meghan,” Evalyn whined, watching her friend pour a double shot in two full drinking glasses on the kitchen island.

“You don’t understand what’s about to happen tonight do you,” Meghan laughed. “Girl, we were invited to an industry party. Do you know whose going to be there?!”

“My guess? People in the industry?” Evalyn eyed the glass raised for her to take.

“Do you want to be there standing in a corner like a cactus watching everyone have fun or do you want to be a part of the festivities?”

“What kind of party is it exactly,”

“Does it matter,” she smirked. “Did you even hear what I said?”

“What’s up with the black? Don’t get me wrong, black is sexy and always a vibe but what’s the theme?”

She smirked again. “It’s a surprise. Now, come on,” she shoved the drink forward for Evalyn to take. She lifted her glass.

Evalyn waited.

“Come on, E, take the glass. Don’t be like that,”

“Tell me something other than it’s an industry party,”

She rolled her eyes, lowering both glasses. “Spoil the surprise?” Meghan exhaled, but was too excited to be bothered. “Premiere after party for Black Panther here in New York,”

Evalyn’s eyes bulged.

“I’ve been trying to get you out all day to attend the screening,” she raised her glass for the second time.

Evalyn followed suit. “Say no more,”

Meghan grinned. “That a girl,” she winked. “To a memorable and sexy night.”

Evalyn held back a grin. Both women clinked their glasses, lowered them to tap the surface of the counter and tossed them back.

It was one of the last things she remembered.

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lulamadison · 1 year

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I am oddly emotional about the CK announcement.

They always said they wanted 6 seasons to finish the story they had planned out, but in all the waiting for that confirmation I’d lost sight of the fact that this all may well be coming to an end.

I’m SO happy they have that final season they wanted to tell the full story, but so sad that we have only one more season of seeing all our favourite characters 😟

This show has brought SO much into my life.

When I was 14 I was obsessed with The Karate Kid. I loved Ralph Macchio so much.

I remember the day I found out that this show existed. As a long time MCU fan I woke up to many message that Chadwick Boseman had died and I was so upset, and was literally looking for something to distract me from the sadness.

I saw a netflix tweet about CK s1 and 2 with a short trailer

I look back on this now like oh my sweet summer child, you didn’t know how this would change your life 🤣

I used to write so many fics. They were all MCU based and I kinda ran out of steam in 2016. Everything I posted after that was just finishing off stuff that was 80% written.

Cobra Kai brought me back to fanfic, and more specifically Lawrusso 😍

I am so thankful to everyone who has ever read a fic I wrote and to all the authors whose fic I read 😘

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kitkatt0430 · 10 months

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Looks like next up on Marvel's What If? is the one where T'Challa is Starlord. Which I've heard this one is one of the weaker ones when it comes to grounding the premise. Why would T'Challa have been taken instead of Peter, given what we know of why Yondu took Peter to begin with? But despite the divergence point that would lead to this kind of timeline being shaky, I still like the idea of it.

There's already a pretty stark difference between the opening of Guardians of the Galaxy and this episode. T'Challa doesn't have music as a link back to Earth, so he just walks straight through the traps and he really is well known as Starlord already. Which is hilarious and a great take that at Peter Quill.

This one does have a bit of a fanfic feel to it, but not in a bad way? I think it's the whole thing having such a fix-fic vibe to it. The Ravagers have become Leverage types it seems, given T'Challa's more noble influences.

Yondu outsourcing the pickup of Peter Quill does make sense as a 'why the screwed up and got the wrong kid' but it is definitely a plot hole that Yondu didn't just... go pick up Peter himself at that point. But I like the idea that T'Challa's enthusiasm to explore space inspired Yondu to do better.

Thanos having been talked out of his genocide plan is definitely contributing to the fanfic feeling. As does the apparent destruction of Wakanda? Somehow that seems unlikely.

I think I like how very different from the original canon this one is. It may have a lot of holes in it, but it's fun having the characters shuffled around like this.

Ah, so Yondu lied about not being able to send T'Challa back... while in character, there's definitely a lot of plot holes left because of that. I think that since T'Chaka is still alive and looking for T'Challa it makes the reunion with Yondu and T'Challa fall flat with the fight against the Collector in a way it didn't in Guardians 2 with Peter's father revealed as a world destroyer.

Overall this one is a lot sillier in it's premise but I still really enjoyed it. Lamp shading the stupidity of Thanos' plan repeatedly was really funny, as was that one guy who was a Starlord super fan at the start insisting they were besties for the rest of the episode (he's adorable, really). And given the dedication at the end it does feel a bit like a love letter to Chadwick Boseman and the impact he had on those who worked with him and were inspired by him.

I do think this one would have made more sense if Peter had been abducted too and he and T'Challa had been raised by Yondu together, but that would have taken focus off T'Challa so I'm glad it didn't go that route. That said, a fanfic of that premise would be an interesting read.

#kitkatt0430 watches #marvel's what if

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jedibongrip · 1 year

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Tag Game To Better Know You!

Send this to people you’d like to know better!

tagged by @anakincito and @bladling i love my fans

What book are you currently reading? gravity's rainbow by Thomas Pynchon :/ in my fucked up pretentious bitch era ig

What’s your favorite movie you saw in theaters this year? i dont think ive seen anything in theatres this year lmao? a friend and i did make a whole big thing about watching prey, i made a cake and everything and blacked out my room so that we could watch it. transcendent moment

What do you usually wear? ripped skinny jeans, hoodie/crewneck of some time, in these Cold Winter Months usually a turtle neck and doc martens

How tall are you? shut the fuck up

What’s your Star Sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event? Sagittarius, lemme google for a second okay 1 min, yes c.s. lewis and chadwick boseman very cool

Do you go by your name or a nick-name? a nickname. lmao i specifically picked a name that i could shorten to a nick name because i love nicknames

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child? ive had low grade depression since i was 9, i did not want to be anything when i was a child

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one? i am not and i fall in love with every single person i meet but also i do not feel healthy attraction so this means nothing <3

What’s something you’re good at vs. something you’re bad at? i am actually very good at academics and academic problem-solving/tutoring. i am so bad at puzzles and driving in the snow

Dogs or cats? i love kitty cats even tho ive only ever had dogs

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year?

What’s something you would like to create content for? want 2 make more star wars stuff and i have the weirdest idea for a criminal minds fic floating around my noggin lmao

What’s something you’re currently obsessed with? putting obi-wan and anakin into fucked up lil scenarios and making them have sex about it. im also obsessed with the prospect of making blueberry oatmeal cookies

What’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year? was supposed to enter my slut era cuz i got an iud and then The Horrors Emerged

What’s a hidden talent of yours? i am, surprisingly, very Liked by Parents. pretty much every single parent ive ever met likes me. this has not paid off with me getting a milf or a dilf.

Are you religious? no and if i was it wouldnt even be a sexy or cool religion cuz my family is made up of jehovah's witnesses

What’s something you wish to have at this moment? my glasses, i put them down somewhere and now i cant find them cuz to find my glasses i need to be wearing my glasses but i cant be wearing my glasses cuz idk where they are but to find my glasses i need to be wearing them, you understand my struggle now, yes?

hmm i think my mutuals p much tagged everyone but i'll tag @soresus @sketchyspirit and @sensoryseekinganakin

#m #thnk u friends sorry it takes me like 5 business days to do all my tag games

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in-starkestday-in-bannerednight · 3 years

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The Avengers refuse to unify & the MCU suffers for it.

Before y’all get your panties in a bunch hear me out. The Avengers lack scenes and moments that explore unity/coming together for the sake of camaraderie as opposed to ‘defeating a threat’.

The directors and screenwriters of the main Avengers films focus so much on team drama we almost never see the team just operating like a group of friends; I mean where they ACTIVELY comfort each other, help with an issue, laugh and create memories, goof off or even just have heart to hearts that aren’t in a life-threatening fight. The Avenger who represents this potential most is Cap aka Steve Rogers.

In every solo Cap movie, there are clear scenes of connecting, hanging out, and exploring relationships outside of the “job”. First Avenger: -Steve bonds with the rag tag group of Howling Commandos (hell he HAND picked them, drank with them, etc.) Winter Soldier: -Steve attends the veteran’s meeting that Sam hosts. They talk about goals and Sam’s crush. Later we see Sam, Nat, and Steve all chilling having breakfast. And of course Nat cracks jokes with Steve on a road-trip to his old army base.

Civil War: -Steve reassures Wanda about trying to save as many people is better than saving none -Natasha goes to Peggy Carter’s funeral just to support Steve -Peter Parker in Germany goofing off -Steve and Tony ACTUALLY try protect each other during the olive branch scene -Steve writes a letter to apologize & reaffirm he will have Tony’s back

But this is the tip of the iceberg in terms of potential. Drama isn’t the one stop-shop for keeping an audience engaged. If the creative team ALLOWED the Avengers to be seen as friends & colleagues, it could lead to a more UNIFIED and tied together MCU. Not just cameos, but meaningful appearances that boost the plot or character arcs more than simply offering fan service. My biggest example of this is Black Panther. In Black Panther, it’s already been established Steve regularly visits Wakanda to see Bucky. And in Infinity War, it’s implied Steve & T’Challa have a respected friendship (although we never see evidence of that at all!) So HOW do we SHOW that without taking away any of the existing plot in Black Panther?

One scene.

After Erik Killmonger arrives in the throne room/challenges T’Challa, let’s say he’s held in custody. What if Steve is visiting Bucky (who is unfrozen and working through therapy) and he goes to visit T’Challa, who is visibly conflicted and needs to blow off some steam. So he invites him to one of their sparring matches, where he’s been teaching new forms of martial arts to Steve. During this T’Challa shares the revelation of a lost family member turned villain.

Steve offers his OWN experience with that EXACT SAME revelation via Bucky dying and resurrecting into Winter Soldier. Yet he never gave up and ultimately saved Bucky. This relates deeply to T’Challa because Civil War is how all 3 met each other and that film ends with him saying he’s done letting vengeance consume him, and if he can help one man find peace he will.

So this visit from Steve inspires T’Challa to try reasoning with or including Killmonger into the royal fold. This doesn’t work, sparking the challenge where Erik wins, and the film goes on as intended. But in this ONE scene,

T’Challa teaches Steve new fighting moves, and STEVE teaches T’Challa about fighting for someone else, not against them. This establishes clear trust with personal problems being shared and a support system between the two men. A single scene that develops a relationship, explores characters thoughts and unifies two people together. These are the scenes missing from the main Avengers films and these scenes need to be more existent in solo films as well. They build a connective tissue better than “references” and cameos do for the MCU. Why get excited for a piece of dialogue when you could have a whole SCENE? So stop always having the Avengers argue and squabble. Even the Guardians of the Galaxy do a better job of showing friendship.

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sisterwifeudaku · 4 years

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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?"

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kumkaniudaku · 6 years

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She Said ___?

Warnings: Smut (18 +)

Ah, date night, the cornerstone of healthy relationships.

For you and Chadwick, date nights came in random spurts. For the first three six weeks of your relationship, Saturday’s were set aside for both of you to turn off your devices and focus on each other. No distractions and no extra people; only the comfort of each other’s company. Unfortunately, the routine couldn’t continue this way forever.

The last month and a half was clouded with irregular work schedules, constant traveling and spotty physical interaction. If Chadwick wasn’t on a plane to promote or film, you were in another WNBA city to assist your team. In six weeks, you had only seen Chadwick three times, each of them when he was dozing from the activities of the day.

After a week of what-ifs, Saturday’s date night was set in stone. Despite hopping on a red-eye from Minnesota to Los Angeles and arriving to your condo only four hours before your next scheduled work day, the excitement of seeing your man carried you through the end of the week.

Standing in the kitchen of your condo, that energy twisted your wrist in time with with your hips to “Caught Up in the Rapture” by Anita Baker as you stirred the muffin mixture in front of you.

“I love you here by me, baby. You let my love fly free. I want you in my life for all time. Damn, Anita, we sound good,” you complimented at the end of the bridge. Anita’s sultry voice and the infectious melody of the song set the perfect mood for a quiet evening dinner.

Depositing the homemade mixture into a muffin pan, you continued to sing as visions of Chadwick ran circles in your mind. You thought of what he smelled like the last time you saw him and how his lips felt against your cheeks before he left. His gapped smile made you grin as if he were there for you to see him person. You missed him in a way that you didn’t think was possible.

When you caught a glimpse of your attire in the full length mirror leading to the living room, you did a pose to thoroughly examine yourself. The black, strapless “Luciana” dress was simple but form fitting, contouring your body in all the right places. Your feet remained bare to uphold the integrity of your white rugs and to show off your fresh pedicure. Chadwick’s favorite hairstyle, the braidout he saw you in when he crashed your housewarming party in Atlanta, sat just above your shoulders from a fresh wash and trim. If he didn’t think you were fine, he had to have gone blind in his time away.

You split your time between setting up the living room and watching the food in the kitchen as you waited for the doorbell to ring. Instead, the spare key jingling in the lock alerted you to a visitor. Chadwick shrugged his jacket off of his shoulders in record time before carefully placing the garment on the coat rack.

“Sunshine! Where you at?”

“In the kitchen, dear,” you cooed, rolling your eyes at the use of one of your many pet names.

Heavy feet that you prayed were free of shoes beat against the floor of your home until his tall frame rounded the corner into the open space. A split second exchange of wide smiles led to an all out rush to scoop you into his arms. The moment his body connected with yours, invisible sparks communicated the sheer excitement between you two. Your fingers danced in his coiled mane as you held his head close your chest before dropping your head to signal for a kiss. He spun you in a slow circle, pressing his lips against yours in rapid pecks.

“I missed you so much,” he murmured against your mouth as he gently placed you on the ground. His forehead pressed against yours to get a good look at your face. His arms crossed at the wrist around your waist, barely containing the urge to run his palms against the curve of your behind. “How’s my girl? You look good.”

“Better now that you’re here.” Your face screwed as you groaned, causing Chadwick to raise his eyebrows in curiosity. “Oh my God, that was so corny. Look at what you’re doing to me.”

“No, don’t blame me! You’ve been a closet cornball all this time, just waiting for someone to bring it out of you. Face it, you’ve fallen in love with the country boy you swore you didn’t want to be friends with.”

His cheeky grin made you roll your eyes in response though the smile on your face made your true feelings clear. He was right. “Oh shut up. You ready to eat?”

“Depends on what’s on the menu,” He flirted, lightly tapping your butt as you walked away. “You and this dress are about to introduce us to parenthood in about nine months.”

“Then you can be a daddy and a daddy.” Your stress on the second ‘daddy’ made his eyebrow quirk as he took a seat at the table. “So, how was filming? Tell me all about it.”

“There isn’t much to say about it, baby. Five AM call times, craft services, you know, the usual. I need a hot shower and a chest to lay on so I can actually get a good night’s rest. One day, I’m gonna take you with me.”

“I keep telling you I can’t just leave my job to follow you around the world. That’s a privilege reserved for wives, remember?”

“Yeah but, it’s worth a try.”

You planted a kiss on his puckered lips while sliding his plate in front of him. The steam wafting from the fresh, stuffed salmon and vegetables on the dish set off a series of quiet rumbles in his abdomen to remind him of what he missed during his absence. His mostly vegan diet would have to take a backseat tonight. Your plate was the next to hit the glass surface of your small dining table before the blessing was presented and dinner could officially commence.

Conversation flowed effortlessly, moving from work to family, a trace amount of celebrity gossip and back to work with no issues. Chadwick listened with a smile as you recounted office spats and a grueling flight schedule that introduced you to the flight attendant from hell.

“Then, she acted like she didn’t see my light on and walked right past me three times. You know I try to be nice-”

“Do you,” he questioned with his hand on his chest and an incredulous look on his face.

“I said try,” you laughed along with Chadwick. “But, she was really burnin’ my biscuits!”

He nearly choked on his water to stifle his laugh, “Baby, what does that mean?”

“Burnin’ my biscuits? You know...she was making me upset. C’mon, you never heard that one?”

“Never. And I’m supposed to be the country one!”

“Anyway, that’s been my week so far. People getting on my last damn nerve and counting the days until you could come back to me.”

“Well,” he started, grabbing your left hand and running the pad of his thumb over your bare ring finger. “I’m here now. We can pick up where we left off.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks as you turned your head to hide your smile. Had you stared any longer, eating dinner would have surely turned into something much more adult against the dining room table.

“You gon’ help me wash the dishes? The faster we get this done, the quicker we can get to the fun stuff.”

“I like where this is headed. What kind of fun stuff,” he questioned while standing up to follow you into the kitchen. He remained hot on your heels until his chest was pressed against your back and trapping you against the sink. His fingers traced circles from the top of your thighs until they clasped across your stomach.

“Season three of Grey’s of course!” You peeked over your shoulder to find him rolling his eyes. “Oh, so, now you don’t wanna watch Grey’s Anatomy?”

“I was hoping to look at your anatomy but, we can binge if you want. Just let me go grab something from up front.”

“Baby,” you whined as he placed a kiss on your bare shoulder before starting his journey to the front door. “We agreed on no phones during our private time.”

“I’m just texting my mama to tell her I’m back and then I’m all yours, okay?”

You grumbled an okay, not able to to offer a rebuttal. What kind of person would you be to complain about him texting his mother?

While you cleaned the kitchen, Chadwick fought to get his heartbeat under control. His fingers trembled as he held the Cartier box in his hand, wondering if now was the right moment. He spent the better part of four weeks battling his inner self over the decision to customize the jewelry in the expensive package and present it to you. He was sure of his feelings, and he felt like he was sure of yours. Still, nothing could prepare him for whatever reaction awaited him.

“Hey, baby. H-how do feel about marriage,” he called from his spot near the coat rack.

You cocked your head back at the abrupt nature of what you assumed was a random question.

“To you or in general?”

“Start with in general.”

Chadwick took a deep breath and stuffed the box into the back pocket of his dark wash denim before returning to the kitchen. Taking one look at your brown skin absorbing the light of the room was all he needed to go through with his plan.

“I mean, marriage is beautiful. If you love someone that much, why wouldn’t you spend the rest of your life with them? What is life if you don’t have someone to share it with, ya know? At least that’s how I look at it.”

“Do you see yourself being married?”

You took a moment to smile at the fairytale you created from the moment you could understand the basic concept of love. “Yeah...I do. One day, I guess. At least I hope. Time seems like it’s winding down for me though.”

Hearing the words leave their private space in your brain made your muscles tense in response. You expected to be married well before this point in your life. Your career was set in stone, dating was rarely an issue and, yet, your ring finger was still empty. The comments from nosey aunts and family friends only created a complex and made you wonder if you were marriage material. Were you too independent for a man to find you suitable? Why were you worried about a man’s approval in the first place? You were an amazing woman without the title of wife...right? All of these questions and more ran in a constant loop whenever your mind would drift.

Chadwick took in your words and removed the box from his pocket. The time was right. He didn’t need anyone to tell him because he felt it. Through the jitters and rapid heartbeat, he could feel God giving him the okay to continue.

“What about marrying...me?”

“Aaron, you know how I-” your words dissolved into a soft gasp as you turned to face him.

His big brown eyes, the eyes you imagined on your future children and the eyes that always seemed to look into your soul, gazed at you with a fire of hope burning behind them. On one knee, he knelt to ask you the one question you never thought you’d hear.

“It’s been a long time for us, right,” he laughed to release some of his nerves. “I know that I love you. I’ve known for way too long. I should’ve done this when you were keeping me sane in New York but, I wanted you to have the best and I couldn’t give it to you. I waited too long but, God gave me the chance to get it right. It’s only been three months officially but, it feels like a lifetime. When I’m away from you, you’re all I can think about. I make decisions based on us now and I’ve never done that for any woman before. I want you to have my last name and be beside me through all the good and bad shit that life throws at us. All I need is your permission. Will you...marry me?”

“Are you being serious?” The moment the question left your lips, you knew that your doubt was unfounded. Still, you needed to know.

“Of course I’m being serious. I got a bad knee. I wouldn’t be down here just to play around, Tasha. If the answer is no, just tell me. I won’t be mad.”

“Yes!”

“Yes the answer is no or y-”

“Yes, I’ll marry you!”

Your mad dash toward him provided enough time for him to stuff the box into his pocket and welcome you into his arms. Your lips connected in a kiss laced in passion and love, fitting together like the final pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. His large hands pressed against your behind to push your body closer to his as he explored your mouth with his tongue. You traced tight circles at the nape of his neck while you moaned into the kiss from happiness and the growing arousal. Chadwick was the first to pull away, sporting a goofy grin as he watched your eyes flutter open.

“Can I put the ring on you now or would you rather we skip that part?”

“Ring,” you questioned in your daze. “Oh y-yeah, the ring...let’s do that.”

He chuckled at your stutter as he retrieved the item in question from his pocket. Gripping your wrist, he pulled your hand to press a kiss against your knuckles.

“Just to be sure, Tasha Nicole Green, will you marry me?”

“Yes! Yes today, tomorrow and everyday after that. Yes!”

Your feet danced in anticipation as he opened the box to reveal the most beautiful ring you’d ever seen. Nestled in the ivory lining of the box sat the oval Cartier Destinée Solitaire ring that you fawned over during a quick shopping trip. You didn’t even know that he was watching you because you never said a word. Now, here it was, sliding onto your finger as if were made specifically for you. You couldn’t help but stare at the ring with wide eyes as it sparkled in the light.

“Do you like it?”

“It...it’s beautiful. I don’t know what to say.”

“You said everything I need you to say,” he pressed a long kiss your lips. “All I wanna hear after this is you moaning my name. Hearing it over the phone the other night wasn’t good enough.”

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Moonlight and the R&B playlist from your phone swathed your bodies as they created a song and dance of pure love. Chadwick hands pressed against the back of your knees to keep your legs steady while he moved in and out of your body at a tantalizing pace. As much as your whines and whimpers urged him to speed up, he wanted this moment, this feeling, to last forever.

He watched your slick entrance stretch to accommodate him, nearly pushing him out as your walls clamped around him. You were close for the second time and he was ready to give you the release you’d been begging for.

Releasing his grip on your legs, he placed your ankles on his waist and leaned into your body. His lips kissed across the top of your breast to your throat, nipping and sucking at the spots he knew you would react to. When he reached your ear, his kissed the spot below the lobe before whispering into it.

“You feel so good, baby. Do I make you feel good?”

“Yes,” you gasped as his hips snapped against yours. His short strokes came with a force that rocked your entire body. “Please...don’t stop.”

He took a moment to stop sucking at the sensitive skin on your neck to lock eyes with you. Your request was simple but had the power to drive him absolutely insane. He’d been with other women, some proclaimed to be fantastic lovers, but none held a candle to you and the way you made him feel. Your voice calling his name in reaction to his hips winding into yours in time with Any Time, Any Place sent him to Heaven and back. To slow the building eruption in his lower abdomen, he closed his eyes for a moment to focus on his movements.

Your ankles locked at the small of his back, sending him deeper inside of you as you continued to moan his name. Words were hard to come by, resulting in the chanting of praises for your man. He looked down at you with his pupils blown wide in response to the stimulation and bottom lip drawn between his teeth. He loved seeing your eyes rolled back in pleasure as your back arched off the bed, pressing your hardened nipples into his broad chest. The sting in your legs only increased when he pressed his chest into yours to push your back against the bouncing mattrea and intertwine your fingers with his. Your engagement ring caught the moonlight and created a spectrum of colors on the wall across the room.

“I love you, Tasha.”

“Ooooh...I-I love you, too. I’m - I’m-”

“Do it with me, baby. Let it go. Let me hear you.”

His grunts and groans seamlessly combined with yours as both of you came. Your legs trembled with each additional stroke, contributing to the ringing in your ears and black specks clouding your vision. He continued to snap his hips into yours, leaving him throbbing inside of you. When he was completely empty, he pulled his face from the crook of your neck to look into your eyes. Chadwick waited for your breathing to slow down and your eyes to open before he attacked your lips with kisses and murmured thanks.

“Let’s get married tonight. How long is it from here to Vegas,” you laughed from your spot underneath his body.

“Why so soon?”

“If this is a sin and it feels this good, imagine what married sex is like. I need to know like, right now. C’mon, go start the car!”

“Uh uh, slow down,” he answered, pushing your body back to the mattress when you tried to sit up. “We’re gonna do this the right way. My mama will kick my ass if I got married and she wasn’t there. Then she’d kick yours when I tell her it was your idea.”

“You’d snitch on me that quick?”

“Is it snitchin’ if it’s the truth,” you giggled along with your fiance as he moved to roll off of you. He propped his head up with his hands and allowed the other to drape across your waste. Turning to face him, you brought your hand up to caress his face and accept a kiss to your palm. “One year. Give us one year to put together the wedding you deserve.”

“You sound like you’ve been planning without me.”

“Something like that. I have a planner picked out already. She has some ideas that I think you’ll like. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll set up a dress fitting in whatever boutique you choose.”

“Baby,” the tears that you managed to hold in during the proposal slid down your cheeks in appreciation. Your lips found his in a soft kiss as he used his thumb to wipe the damp area under your eyes. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Buuut, we can talk about this in the morning. Tonight,” he started, pulling your body on top of his, “is for more anatomy. What season are we on again?”

“Three, I think.”

His hands pushed your hips forward to motion toward his face, “Season 3, huh? That means you owe me a least what, three more orgasms?”

“I don’t really see how that correl-ooooh shit.”

His tongue and lips against your center brought forth an uncontrollable shiver against his face. It took his fingers pressing into the small of your back to start up a grinding motion while he groaned and smacked during his meal. He was working on orgasm number two and, dammit, you were gonna give it to him.

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deliciousstreetkidcroissant · 6 years

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The Cure (Chapter 1)

Author Notes: This is my first fanfic (Yay) so hopefully you all will enjoy the series. I got inspiration from listening to Lady Gaga “The Cure” and from my personal experience from dealing with anxiety. I always wanted to start writing as a hobby so if I followed, reposted, or like your any of your post, please know that you all gave me the confidence to go ahead and go for it. Thank you all and feedback is appreciated.

Word Count: 1,700+

Warning: None (tiny amount of cussing)

Next Chapter: (2)(3)(4)(5)(6)

“If I can't find the cure, I'll fix you with my love

No matter what you know, I'll fix you with my love

And if you say you're okay, I'm gonna heal you anyway

Promise I'll always be there

Promise I'll be the cure”

My eyes open once again at night….. it’s 2:15 am…. and like always, I can’t go back to sleep. My mind drifts…my heart worries… why this is the story of my life. Since I cannot go back to sleep, I get up from my comfy bed and go to the bathroom. I wash my hands so that the soap will dry my sweaty palms and I stared at the mirror. Repeatedly, I propose to myself, “Why is this the story of my life?” I have not discovered the answer for myself yet but in the meantime, I went into various techniques to help myself relax. I wander back to my bedroom to put on my oil diffuser and the essence of lavender has already placed me in a better frame of mind. I grabbed my iPhone and play my R&B playlist from Spotify as I grabbed clothes from my closet. I changed out of my PJ’s and just put on sweats since I wished to be comfortable. I lifted my bonnet off my head and studied the mirror further just to make sure I looked okay before I took off my bedroom:

As I rested on my couch in my living room, I put on my shoes and grab my phone to text my sister, Jade, to let her know I was leaving out for coffee. Even though my favorite coffee shop was within walking distance, she despised the fact I would go in the middle of the night. So keeping her rational, I would text her to let her know when I was going and when I came back home. I snatch my backpack with my laptop and my sketchbook and headed out the door delivering my message:

*****************************************************************************************************It was a breezy, chilly night as I arrived at Ajani’s Coffee House. Ajani’s became my second home for many sleepless nights and one of the few shops that were accessible 24 hours. I loved supporting them since it was a black-owned coffee shop and the owners were extremely nice:

“What’s up Galen, you couldn’t sleep tonight?” Rod inquired as I came in the door.

“Same old story”, I replied smirking as I headed to my regular table at the rear near the massive window.

“Well, I realize you should notice this but coffee does the opposite effect of what you are seeking to achieve.” He retorted.

With a satirical manner, I replied, "Well I learn something new today,” and suddenly giggle.

Rod rolled his eyes and answered “Pretty funny….I suppose you are a comic tonight…. Do you prefer the usual Miss Mo’Nique?”

Rodney was the son of the owners that owned the shop and he would work late nights. He was certainly nice and amusing but also deeply observant. He learned about my weaknesses and would do anything that would encourage me or make me happy (by just chatting or coffee on the house). I ordered my usual medium latte and set up shop on the table with my laptop.

I reveled in being a freelance graphic designer since it created opportunities for engaging with individuals or brands and contributing to people's innovative views with my design. I also appreciated I could work from anywhere and not held in an office all day. I loved doing my work at this shop; it brought me a rare tranquility and calmness. As I logged on my computer, I worked on some of my projects.

Rod served me my latte and checked on me to see if I was okay before proceeding with his other job duties. There were few people that show up during this time of night and if so, it was just bodies escaping the club and seeking to cure their hangovers.

As I had my head wrapped in my laptop with my drawing tablet, I overheard someone enters through the front door which I did not bother to study as I figured it was someone from the club. When I got a brief glimpse, it was a towering, mysterious, athletic built guy studying the menu on the wall. He had on a black hoodie which concealed his face from the side view, and he had on dark jeans that fit him so nicely. When he ordered, he pulled off the hood from his face and I could see him. He was extremely handsome which caused me to forget my project and gawk, starting from his feet and running my eyes back up his torso. When I connected back to his face, my body went into shock when our eyes met and he caught me staring at him. Terror set in and I dart down back to my computer. I gave another swift glance, and he was smiling at me but I looked down again. My heart was dashing, my palms sweat, and I started breathing rapidly.

“Get yourself together Galen” I repeated to myself and worked again but could not help speculating where I meet him before. He looked so familiar…

Then I saw Rod behind the counter say “Oh Shiiii… Snap I can’t believe this… Man, hold up” boisterous and enthusiastic which forced me to look over at him again.

He rushed from behind the counter and hugged him. I have never observed Rod so cheerful and he begged the guy if he could take a picture so he can hang it on the wall.

“My parents would be so honored to have you as their first celebrity to visit their establishment.”

He acknowledged that it would not be an issue and asked where he wanted to take his picture.

From their conversation, it struck me where I saw him before and it was not in person as I thought, it was on the big screen…. it was Mr. Chadwick Boseman himself.

“What about in front of our counter with our logo showing?” Rod proposed and suddenly ran up and asked if I could take a picture.

Just as I was about the answer no, Rod grabs my hand and dragged me in front of the store and handed me his phone so I can take the picture. As Rod was coming up with various poses, I caught Chadwick watching at me as I was doing to him a moment ago and I felt uncomfortable.

“Damn it, why did I wear these sweats? I should have put on a little makeup. Do I look raggedy?” I reflected myself and I despise when self-doubt invaded my mind.

Rod snapped me out of it when he did the notorious jailhouse pose next to Chadwick inquiring if this was okay.

“Boy….stand up and take a picture like a grown ass man,” I answered chuckling at Rod and they all laugh as Rod stood up.

Once they stood by each other, I instructed them to hold their pose and took the picture. I handed over the phone back to Rod and asked him if he liked it and he did. He showed Chadwick the picture, and he was satisfied with it.

“Thanks again man and you don’t realize what this means for me…. I mean the Black Panther is at Ajani’s,” Rod proclaimed.

“It was no trouble and I’m glad I came by to try you guys out…. I am always working to support any black business so thank you for your assistance,".

As I was feeling awkward, I spun around and stroll back to my table when I felt him grasp my hand and say “Hey”. I turned around and Chadwick was standing right in front of me, smiling.

“I didn’t have a chance to introduce myself and catch your name. I’m Chadwick,” he announced as he was shaking my hand.

I was in a daze as I felt my heart pounding in my chest as I felt like running off and hiding.

“It’s nice to meet you but do you have a name?” he adds still smiling even deeper and still gripping my hand.

“It’s Galen…. Galen Brooks” I let out and pulled my hand away… not because I wanted him to stop but because it was shaking so hard.

“Lovely name and thank you for taking our picture,"

“No problem,"

Chadwick grinned again and then turned and stepped to the counter to pay.

“Put your wallet away….you good here man. It’s on the house… and Galen, I suppose yours is free also since you were my photographer today,” Rod replies laughing.

I winked at Rod to show I appreciate him.

“It was nice meeting you all and have a great night” as Chadwick left a nice tip in the tipping jar. As I remained there in that awkward stance again, Chadwick looked me in my eyes, smiled and said,

“I hope to see you again beautiful," and strolled out the front door.

I stayed there for a minute struggling to interpret what he announced when Rod again tore me from my train of thought with “Damn, the thirst is really real”.

“Shut up Rodney”, I responded laughing as I traveled back to my project. As I sat down at the table, I looked out the window and spotted Chadwick getting in his Lexus, which he parked right in front of the window. As he started the car, he looked up and caught me staring at him again but for this moment, I did not look away. He smiled which was exquisite and I felt my body began to heat up. Without realizing it, I bit down on my bottom lip, which he acknowledged with him licking his lips. When I recognized what was going on, I looked elsewhere feeling embarrassed. When I glance back at him, he smiled again and winked before he backed up his car and drove off.

I sat back in my chair drawing deep breaths to calm myself. I am not for certain what I went through tonight…..but for what it seems in forever, I love it.

“I'll fix you with my love”

To Be Continued……….

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loveandcigarillos · 6 years

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Where the Ryan Coogler fics at though?

He’s so handsome. I’m gonna replace MBJ with him in the random fic I have saved somewhere. He deserves.

#ryan coogler #black panther #black panther fics #michael b jordan #chadwick boseman #fan fiction

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1eos · 2 years

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i'm fine with idol fanart in general....... except if it is either shipping fanart, r-18 fanart, or fanart that depicts their VERY personal life events 😬😬😬 like imagine trying to create a fanart of, say, the momo-h**ch*l breakup 💀💀💀... really fucking weird and invasive even and i'm even surprised those fans didn't get the memo...

same. nd for some reason i find the fanart of personal events to be even creepier than the nasty nsfw art like. an idols parent will die nd they will do a piece of a fictional moment where the members comforting them nd it's just sick bc they're using a personal event to make it abt how much of a family the group is 🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮 it's similar to when fanfic freaks started writing fics abt the mcu reacting to chadwick bosemans passing like not everything SHOULD be fodder for your fandom

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aetheras · 3 years

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to me, the situation is very similar to chadwick boseman who, if you’re unaware, is an actor who played black panther and who passed away a year ago. (except obviously the situation with techno is less extreme, given that it is likely that technoblade will recover)

when an actor (like cc!techno in this case) becomes ill, i find that it’s often the response of a fandom to create MORE fan content for them, in order to comfort either themselves or the ppl engaging w the content they make.

im of the opinion that, as long as you’re not writing weird RPF about cc!techno and what he’s going through, i think that writing fic about c!techno is alright.

#ego talks #illness tw #cancer tw

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chadwickbosemanfanfic · 2 years

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Please note that this is NOT to disrespect Chadwick Boseman in anyway. This is strictly fanfic. If you are concerned with fanfic after his passing, I totally understand and suggest that you do not read this post. Again, it is strictly fanfic.

THE INVITATION (P 2/3) (fan fic)

(Let me know how you feel about this first series!)

Evalyn pushed herself up on her elbows, her sight blurry. She winced against a bright light, shielding her eyes with her forearm. Closing them tightly, she gave them another try to adjust without the pain. No luck. She moaned against the sharp pain in her left temple as she looked around the room.

Her eyes darted from the bookshelves, a picture where a mounted TV screen should be, abstract paintings on the walls, statue figures in the distance behind her that looked like African kings and queens, and beautiful furniture pieces that made the space look unused. She gasped when she noted the oversized shirt covering her breasts. “Where are my—,” She tore the thick blanket off of bare legs. She stood with intention to get a closer look of a family picture placed on the fourth row of book shelving that framed the picture placed as the center focal point of the space. “Where the hell am I?”

“Los Angeles,”

She dived back to the couch. “OUCH! Shoot, shoo-shoot!” Stubbing her toe on the low coffee table, she ignored the pain and scrambled to return the blanket, covering her thighs. “Who buys a table that low!” With her legs still under the blanket, she stood on her knees on the couch and leaned forward. The T-shirt pooled around her hips. Peering over a tall table and stool, she noticed the open patio door where the sun beamed inside. Stretching, she squinted against the sunrise and noted someone wearing white pants, dark socks, a green shirt and a bracelet or watch on his wrist. Hand behind his head. Hair coiled. Tapered sides. From her view, she could only see his profile. But even then, he looked like—

He cut his eyes at her, turning his head slightly. “I thought it was nice. Came with the house.”

She gasped, popping down out of view. She closed her eyes. An image—or memory?—shot through her mind. It was an image that felt like it had happened before. One of her making a decision she would not make sober. The two of them. Get it together.

His expression had been unreadable but she knew he had taken her all in within that quick moment as she had him. His words were even. Expression was pensive. No smile. Thoughts in his eyes like he knew secrets she hadn’t made yet. To her, it was as a look that would have been more seductive under the right circumstances. Wait, it was Meghan. Her damn edibles. You’re not really here. Open your eyes and relax.

She opened them.

She peeked back over the table and stool again. There was a smirk pulling at his lips. “Wha—,” she laughed, more at herself than at the thought of him. “What the hell is wrong with me,” she closed her eyes, laid back. “Evalyn, get it together. Get it together. Come on, girl, get it together,” she laughed again, rubbing her temples. “What the hell did you do last night, dammit? Think, thin—,”

“Nothing happened,”

Her eyes shot open again and she set back up.

He was standing in the patio entrance now, leaning against the frame so casual like all of this was normal. His arms were crossed with hands tucked under the armpits of his shirt. He kept his distance so she could collect her thoughts. He had seen her arrive at the premiere and was introduced to her on the dance floor and was instantly intrigued by her quick wit and delicate gestures. She had mannerisms that were fluid and warm. Joy in her eyes that made her look like she was smiling even when she wasn’t. When she had slipped her fingers into his and guided him away from the crowd and cast members to a spot of their own on the dance floor, he had followed her lead. Gestured for his team to stay where they were. She was harmless. Though she had lead them during a song perfect for twerking, she’d opted for a bold and seductive face-to-face cute two step that ended with a playful embrace. Without much time, it morphed into a more intimate one when he searched her eyes, listening to every word she spoke. And she spoke fast. Her arms around his neck. His hands near her waist, a thumb playing with the chain accentuating her figure while she continued on. He nodded and laughed in all the right spots. It felt good to just listen. Not to be asked any questions. Not to hear anything about who he was or what he does. In that moment, holding her and listening to her talk about a research article that she couldn’t wait to finish while standing in a sexy leather skirt and halter top, he knew there was more to hear than what met the eye. Not that what met the eye wasn’t already enough. He cleared his thoughts of the night before. Focused on her now.

“Wait, this—You?” She looked around for Meghan, who was nowhere to be found. No sign that she had ever been here. But, there was Evalyn’s clothes neatly folded on the arm of an opposite couch. Her eyes darted in his direction. “Who undressed me?” His eyes were genuine. Calm. She didn’t stare long. She lowered her stare back down to the blanket.

“You said you were hot and that you couldn’t breathe. Then, cold. Couldn’t keep anything down. Despite asking for food,” he slipped his hands in his front pockets. When she met his eyes again, she had an apology or embarrassment in hers. “Guess you had an eventful night?” He smiled, but he didn’t hold it long once he noticed she was not comfortable with this information. “They’re washed,”

“You undressed me,” she felt exposed. Her breasts were free. She felt no bra under the shirt. “Did we… ?”

“No,” he answered firmly. “And technically, you undressed yourself. I helped you put on the T-shirt,” Chadwick watched her closely. He wanted to tell her that he hadn’t seen her fully naked but he couldn’t lie. He didn’t want her to feel more uncomfortable than she already appeared. Or worse. Though, he wondered how much she didn’t remember. She seemed completely present last night from when they met in Harlem to the flight to Los Angeles. Well, until about 30 minutes after eating the edible Meghan pulled out of her purse.

She rubbed her temples. “Are you really Chadwick Bose—Am I crazy? Am I dreaming? What—what is happening? Where’s Meghan?”

“Yes, no, no, you both traveled to Cali last night after the after party for the fashion show today. Return flight in about,” he glanced down at his watch. “Twelve hours. My guess is that she’s with Stephan,” he gestured towards the kitchen. “Can I get you something to drink? Water? Coffee?”

“Stepha—? Who? Please forgive me but I still don’t quite understand. Why—how am I here? Am I really here?”

His eyes narrowed. “You really don’t remember?”

She glared around, pulled at and slapped the blanket. “Where’s my phone,”

He crossed the living room, grabbed her cell from atop the bookshelf mantel. When he stepped to her, she avoided his stare but she could smell him. He smelt fresh. She could see her reflection in the phone screen. Her hair was a mess. Lips stained from the lipstick and sure to disappear whenever she quenched her thirst. Though, her Chanel fragrance was still lingering from her wrists and neck.

“I’ll take the water. Do you have a charger,” she tapped the phone screen with the length of her nails. “Doesn’t have a charge.”

He went for the charger first. “Plug is behind the couch, table. To the left.” Then, he went for the water. When he returned, he set the glass on the surface of the coffee table as she fumbled around with pressing the power button of her phone, wishing it could turn on without a substantial charge. She lingered, tapping at the phone longer than necessary. She wasn’t sure if what she felt was nervousness or shame.

“Do you know her number? You can use my phone. Or, I could call Stephane,”

“Yes, thank you. If she’s with—I’m sorry, Stephane?”

“Stephane James,”

She nodded, but she didn’t know him. “Please call him.”

He noticed she was avoiding looking at him too long. “There’s a bathroom down to the left and to the right. If you need it,” he pulled his phone from his pocket, gestured in the general direction of the bathroom, turning his back to her and heading for the patio to give her some privacy.

“Do you have any…,”

He looked over his shoulder.

“Um,” she smiled, but it was weak. “Thank you for the water and apparently for your help to survive the evening,” she shook her head. “I’m usually never this irresponsible—,”

“You had a good time. I can’t take full credit. Meghan threatened to hire someone to kill me if anything happened to you. Not exactly in those words,” he laughed. She finally smiled. “What do you need,” he turned to fully face her, phone to his ear.

“A pair of sweats? Shorts?”

“Oh, of course. Just a moment,” he took the stairs.

She watched him. His shoulders were strong. Back full and carrying his shirt around his fit torso. When he glanced back, she quickly looked down and poked at her phone. “Why don’t you have a charge,” She was whispering, mimicking the sound of disappointment.

“No answer,” he announced. “I’ll send him a text.”

She nodded. Faked disappointment, again.

When she noted he was up the stairs and completely gone from her view, she brought the phone screen closer to her face, wiping at her teeth.

He jogged back down. She heard him coming before she saw him. She lowered the phone and pretended to be adjusting the charger cord. When he extended a pair of black sweats, she finally looked up at him long enough for her to feel a jolt in the pit of her stomach the moment her eyes met his. A surge of awareness bonded the chemistry between them. The exchange required no words. The silence felt like a question and answer they both shared. Though she knew it was best, she didn’t look away. He smirked. Held back a smile. And just like that, they both burst out into laughter and she snatched the sweats from him. Dropping her phone on top of the blanket, she spun the air with a finger.

“Oh, excuse me, my bad—,” he turned away, started walking.

“Don’t leave,” it was an abrupt request. He stopped, remembered not to look back. “I’m just getting a little comfortable now that I realize you’re not a creepy serial killer in a Chadwick Boseman costume,” she giggled to herself. She had to pull the drawstring to its last stretch. Tied it firmly. “Finished!”

“Me,” he pointed at his chest. “You wake up in someone else’s home and you assume I’m the creepy serial killer,”

“It’s a classic plot twist. Waking up in a strange place with a killer licking his knives,”

He laughed.

She smiled. She got back in the cozy spot she had been sitting. “For the record, you lost,” she watched him take a seat on an opposite sofa, bringing his hand behind his head and slouching like the way she discovered him. Now, his eyes were seductive. But she knew it wasn’t intentional. Though, it made her want to keep teasing him anyway. “You do realize I get to tell people that I beat—THEE—Black Panther in a staring contest?”

He frowned, but he was smirking. “So what? No one will believe you,”

Her mouth opened in surprise. “Sure they will,” she looked down at the screen of her phone illuminating on top the blanket. “The tabloids certainly will believe me once I take pictures of this amazing living room,” she went to her camera and lifted the phone. She stole a few shots of him on the couch. She squealed when he stood. He was smiling but it was sly. She wasn’t sure if he was going to try taking the phone so she didn’t risk it. She shot up from the couch and made a run for the bathroom. When she felt arms wrap around her waist, she fell into her weight and he came down with her on the floor. She was on all fours and tucked the phone close to her stomach.

When he heard her still laughing, he knew she wasn’t hurt.

“I wasn’t going to delete the picture. I was going to look at it,” he was telling the truth but she didn’t believe him.

“Why don’t you have a full carpet on these wooden floors,” she giggled, pushing his hand away from accessing the phone. The effort made her spin and she rocked back off her knees, her back bumping against his chest.

His reflexes jerked his head back and to the left of hers so that she didn’t head-butt him with the quick motion. From such an intimate angle, he could smell the fragrance on her skin more clearly. Just as he was about to pull them both up from the floor, she looked over her shoulder at him.

Their eyes met. This time, they were too close in proximity to divert their energy elsewhere. Their eyes lowered on each other’s lips. She suddenly smiled, shyly covering her mouth with her fingers.

“I know my lipstick is a mess,” she giggled, dropping her eyes. “Stained lips are—,”

His left hand came to her chin, gently lifting for her eyes to return to his.

“You use humor as a form of avoidance,”

Her brows frowned, slightly. “Not all the time,”

“Now?”

She offered a closed smile as her answer.

He scanned her face. Then her eyes. “I’m glad you told me not to leave your side on the dance floor,”

Her eyes narrowed. “I did not,”

He smiled, nodded.

She rolled her eyes. “I’m such a light weight,”

“Not exactly,” his chest bumped into her back gently. She realized she was leaning against him for support.

Her eyes bucked in surprise. “Hey, be a gentleman. I’m sensitive,”

“I do it too,”

She frowned, unsure.

“Humor for avoidance, sometimes,” he smirked.

“You call that humor?”

“Relative,”

“I suppose so,” she playfully bumped against him. “Meanie,”

“Evalyn,” his voice grew serious. “In an effort to being a gentleman,”

“Um-hmm,” she kept her eyes on his, her response low. Subconsciously matching his tone.

“Can I kiss you?”

… (to be continued)

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