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Originally posted by tanrininprezervatifi

“Good Morning, my king”

“No need for the formalities (Y/N). We’ve know each other since we were children”

“It would still be rude to not address you as my king, T’Challa”

Everyday since you guys were kids, you would always address him as my prince or, recently, my king. He didn’t want you to see him as someone bellow him, because of your status, but of equal standing. For that is how you see a person if you love them



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Happy Mother’s Day to all the mama’s! I also hope those who may be experience tough mental states during this time were able to be surrounded by light and love. I care about you and your cute face. 


Originally posted by soft-stims

Little giggles and warnings to be quiet filled the kitchen of the Boseman home, the mid-morning sunshine lighting the brown faces huddled around the counter. The youngest of the group was the only member not covered in one of the ingredients sprawled across the marble surface. On a regular Sunday morning, the area would be kept tidy as CoCo moved around her sanctuary with trained precision to prepare breakfast for the family. But, for one of two special mornings during the year, Chadwick and the kids snuck around to beat Tasha to the punch and do the heavy lifting.

“Daddy, I don’t think Mommy will like this. It looks…nasty.”

Genuine shock flashed across Chadwick’s face before his booming laughter rang out.

“Does it really look nasty, Princess? You tellin’ me you wouldn’t eat some of your mommy’s favorite french toast?”

“Only if mommy makes it. This looks like sad pancakes.”

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Angst 😭

Fluff 🥰

Smut 😈

Series 📚

Original character 👸🏽

Au meme 🎀

Social media edit 📱

Moodboard 💝

Old Friends by @kumkaniudaku

Three’s A Crowd 2 by @bribrisback

👸🏽📚😭Man Down 2 3 4 5 6 7 by @oceanscorazon

📚Queen 2 3 4 5 by @oceanscorazon

Pop Off by @kumkaniudaku

👸🏽Colleges by @celebrittyimaginees

How Did You Get Her  by @celebrittyimaginees

👸🏽MTV Awards by @kumkaniudaku

👸🏽The Love Tonight 2 by @kumkaniudaku

👸🏽Haiku by @ghostkill-monger

👸🏽Essence Cover by @kumkaniudaku

👸🏽The Breakfast Club by @kumkaniudaku

👸🏽Healing by @kumkaniudaku

👸🏽😭Chadwick’s Battle by @kumkaniudaku

👸🏽😈Coco and Chadwick take Jamaica by @kumkaniudaku

👸🏽🥰Love Sick by @kumkaniudaku

👸🏽Coco’s Battle by @kumkaniudaku

👸🏽😈🥰Inaccurate Conception by @kumkaniudaku

👸🏽😈🥰Micah Has a Question by @kumkaniudaku

👸🏽😈Baby’s First Words by @kumkaniudaku

👸🏽😈Forever Boseman:The Wedding The Reception The Honeymoon by @kumkaniudaku

📚😭😈Wing Man 2 3 4 5 epilogue  by @loveandcigarillos and@kumkaniudaku

👸🏽🥰Chop Chop by @kumkaniudaku

Commencement Headcanons by @kumkaniudaku

Surprise by @kumkaniudaku

Rest by @kumkaniudaku

😈Vibrations by @kumkaniudaku

😈In The End by @kumkaniudaku

😈Lights, Camera,Action by @lady-love-glitter-roses

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You mean when she find them lol. Because they get caught frequently.

Lit with the LED flashlight from his phone, Chadwick sat a top the marble counter in the kitchen holding Noah and keeping a watchful eye on Micah. Her long legs extended when she found her balance, leading her to stand tall and hover above her father and brother.

“Mikes, be careful,” Chadwick laughed as he extended his hand to grab her ankle.

“Wanna see me do the chicken dance?”

“Sure, go ahead.”

Chadwick watched with a half smile and jaw full of dry fruity pebbles while Micah flapped her arms around to mimic a chicken.

Both of them tried not to laugh loud enough to be heard by the boss of the house. If they were found goofing off and stuffing their faces a 3:30 am, there would be hell to pay. So far, they’d gotten away with it for three nights straight. The first night was a complete accident. When Chadwick woke up check on a noise coming through the baby monitor, he found Noah wide awake and ready to play. He didn’t give much thought to taking him downstairs for a little tv and games until Micah came skipping down the stairs to join in on the fun. Before they knew it, the sun was rising on their impromptu party and a quirky tradition was starting.

“Calm down, baby girl, C’mon.” Chadwick held out his hand to help Micah ease back to a seated position before handing her a bag of white chocolate pretzels. “You can only eat four, so choose the best ones.”

“Oooh, I want all the big pretzels!”

After handing Noah the top of a sandwich cookie, Chadwick shook his head. “Not too many big pretzels. We have to take care of those teeth.”

“Oh, so now you care about her teeth.”

Everyone, including Noah, paused and closed their eyes in a comical attempt to hide. CoCo stood at the threshold of the kitchen with her arms crossed and a half smile across her face. She had to admit that they were cute as a unit.

“Daddy, can Mommy give you a punishment too?”

“I don’t know. I’m scared that she can.”

“You should be!”

All eyes and ears perked up as Tasha took quick, angry steps to close the distance between her and the troublemakers. When she reached her destination, she stood still and eyed each person in her view.

“I can not believe you have our kids down here at all times of night eating sweets and dancing on the counter. Look at my baby’s face.” Noah giggled at the mention of his crumb coated cheeks and reached out when CoCo moved to pull him from Chadwick’s arms. After quickly clearing his face of debris, she looked back at two sets of guilty brown eyes.

“What’s even worse about this is you didn’t even invite me. I like golden Oreos too! I’m the one that convinced you to get ‘em’!”

Chadwick’s lips spread into a knowing smile before mouthing a quick ‘thank you’. He could tell that she wasn’t completely happy with his decision, but also wasn’t interested in ruining the fun for Micah.

“You can come party, Mommy,” Micah invited, wiggling over to make space beside her on the counter. “Sit by me!”

“Now, I think think that’s the best seat in the house.”

As Tasha took a seat on the counter with Chadwick’s help lifting her and Noah from the ground, she leaning in close to whisper in his ear. “I’ll deal with you later.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Giving him one final raised eyebrow, Tasha relaxed into her position and grabbed an Oreo from the package in Micah’s lap. If they were going to continue to have secret snack nights there were two rules: Always invite Mama and Oreos comin’.

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Paring: Chadwick Boseman x Reader

Song: Always See Your Face by Love

Mood: It’s the summer of 1969, you’d just wrapped up doing a film that you were doing for the last four and a half months ,you’re riding around Los Angeles in your brand new Mustang that was a gift from your fiancé, director Chadwick Boseman who had directed you on in your first feature film four years ago, he’s chilling in the passenger seat with dark sunglasses on occasionally glancing on at you, you catch him for a second before looking back on the road, smirking from catching him watching you.

“Slow down Speed Racer, I wanna get there but I wanna get there alive”

You giggle and give him the finger

“Like I’d crash this sweet ride”

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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.
“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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Lie Detector Test

Chadwick Boseman x Black Reader (platonic)


Originally posted by killmongerthiskoochie

In under twenty four hours yours and Chadwick’s ‘Lie Detector Test’ episode had gotten forty four million views, it being filmed and uploaded during the hype of your newly released and popular film, and after of the news dropped of Chadwick doing voice over work for an upcoming animated film, so you both milked as much promo as you needed to for your current successes.

“Miss YN YLN”

“Mr Chadwick Boseman”

“You swear to tell the truth and nothing but the truth so help you God?”

“Eh, we’ll see”

“Good enough for me, now first question, did you enjoy kissing Trevante Rhodes? I saw the movie and you looked like you enjoyed that a little too much”

You playfully glared at him before taking a sip of water

“Wow, so this is how we’re starting it off? Okay, yep I sure did”


He looks over at the polygraph examiner to see that the man gives a thumbs up

“I told you”

“You enjoyed it?”

“It’s Trevante Rhodes, Chadwick of course I did”

“Anyway, moving on, is it true that Diana Ross used to babysit you?

“Yes, twice”

“How cool is that?”

“Not trying to brag but that was lit, she rich as hell, so then game rooms were paradise”

“Okay, is Pam Grier your godmother?”


“Oh my… man, come on now”

“I know right”

You look at the camera and do a little dance while sticking out your tongue

“That’s right, be maaad be maaad”

“Man whatever… so anyway, on to the next one, would you ever went on a date with me if I asked?”

You rolled your eyes and took another sip of water

“That Fiji Water ain’t gonna make the question go away girl, hurry up and quench your thirst and answer the question”

You nearly choke on the water from laughing and cough a little, it’s been an ongoing meme around social media about his thirst over you and you friendzoning him, he’s been semi joking and all the way serious, you just couldn’t see yourself in a serious relationship with him no matter how attractive you he was to you or how solid your friendship was, it was two completely different lanes and it was one that you didn’t want to crossover into, not ever opposite sex friendship has to turn into a relationship, but he didn’t seem to want to except it.

“Chaaad, made me spit up on my dress”

“It’ll dry, answer the question”

“You already know the answer to that question”

“And she curves me again”

“Boy bye”

The rest of the video goes by without a hitch, with you turning to ask him questions, and there ends up being one that was not written by you, obviously already knowing who it’s by.

“Chad- I ain’t asking you this”

He busts out laughing and ultimately making you giggle

You hear the producer ask “What does it say?”

“Will you marry me?”

Rolling your eyes you toss the cards on the table before looking at the camera again “Alright, well this has been lie detector, bye, Chad, your thirsty ass can take an Uber back home”

He continues to laugh then goes after you

“Hold on, YN wait…”

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“You have a whopping six hundred and fifty million net worth right?” Mr. Tate didn’t know where he was going with this, money surely was irrelevant to what he was being questioned on, still Chadwick didn’t backpedal and felt that his question was indeed important to the matter at hand. “Um…detective where is this going?” his superior asked him with a warning looking, “I’m just saying, with that amount of money I expect you to be living like a millionaire, but yet you still live on Northwest Way, not saying it’s the worst place to live, but you have more than enough money to live on a house on a hill, behind a gate with butlers and maids, why not that? Why a simple little two story apartment?” as he awaited his answer, Mr. Tate picked at one of his cufflinks as if he was adjusting them, afterwards he sat up straighter before continuing to speak “The apartment building I live in was the first decent place my grandparents lived in when they made enough money to, Northwest Way used to be a very expensive place to live once upon a time…I’m not a flashy person detective, never was, just because I have a healthy amount of money doesn’t mean I should squander it”. There was a moment of silence in the room, it wasn’t an answer neither of them were expecting but what else could they do but except it, it wasn’t a crime for a rich person to live a simple life so what else could he say.

Mr. Tate looked down at his watch and let out a sigh “Gentlemen, if I’m not in any sort trouble, I must head back to my office”, Captain Holland nodded his head “Right, you’re free to go sir”. As soon as he leaves, Holland nearly explodes, the last thing he needed was for this case to be jeopardized because of a few silly conspiracy theories “Boseman, what the hell was that?” “I was just asking a question captain” “That was too personal of a question, one had nothing to do with the other ones I told you to ask”, Chadwick paced the small room before coming to a stop, facing Holland “Yeah, your questions, why couldn’t I ask some of my own, I’ve been working in law enforcement ever since I was twenty five, would it be too much to ask not to be treated like I’m still a rookie?” Holland stepped closer to him, now with a much harder glare “Look I don’t know how things are done in the good ol’ south, but up here we don’t improvise, there are rules Boseman, and yeah, you have to listen to them, especially if your superior enforces them, disobey me like that again, and you can go back to your sweet potato pie and collard green life, believe me I won’t miss you”, he bumps his shoulder as he leaves and his words hang into the air “Damn Boseman, this is your first week at the CPD and you’re already pissing off the bossman”, he rolls his eyes and leaves the room as well, ignoring the words of janitor slash comedic relief of the office, though he knew there were some truth to it, he wasn’t a rookie in the field but he was as a new coworker so treading lightly was something he would have to get used to doing around here.
The sound of the key opening the door to the apartment scared the housekeeper awake from her nap, she quickly stood up out of the comfortable plush couch and smoothed down her uniform before going to great her boss, the older man smiled at his longtime housekeeper and handed her his coat and scarf “Margaret please make me some tea, Earl Grey” she bowed her head and went to put his belongings away “Yes Mr. Tate….oh should I make some lunch for you as well?” he shook his head “No thank you, but do make the usual for my little love, she skipped breakfast again” “Yes sir”, she hurries off to do her duties while leaving Mr. Tate in the foyer with his thoughts….detective Boseman being the first one.


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A/N: In honor of my husband’s birthday today, I’m finally releasing this Chadwick one-shot that I’ve been working on for weeks. :/

It’s one of two. Don’t ask when two will be up. lmao.

Words: 3K

Warnings: Language, Angst (kinda), and slight Smut 


Do You

It was an underground gathering, a regular spot for all artists to share their creative endeavors with an equally artistic crowd. Specifically, an ethnic crowd.

As a creative writing major, London was a regular at The Dot, not necessarily to share a few of her stories, though she did that from time to time. However, she mostly attended just for the vibe the club emanated and to support her best friend and roommate, Ciara.

Ciara was one of the poets for that night, reciting her latest poem titled “That Girl.” And, as always, the junior absolutely killed it, a definite crowd favorite.

“If I could write poetry like you,” London started, taking a sip of her Sprite Zero. “Sis-“

“Oh, please.” Ciara rolled her eyes as she sat on the bar stool. “You literally create entire stories just from hearing a song. Iconic.”

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Promise ↬ Chadwick Boseman

Synopsis 》Yn and Chadwick have a scuffle about his acting career


“Babe come here! Look at this one!”, Chadwick calls out. I roll my eyes and roll out of the bed for the fifth time now, making my way to him. “What is it this time?”, I answer, unenthusiastically. He ignores my tone of annoyance and grins widely. “Look babe”, he points to the laptop screen, “This is the venue that the cast and I are going to conduct the Black Panther press conference for the South Asian premiere.” I glance at the large venue on the screen then back at him. “It’s nice”, I say dryly. He views of the rest of the conference room then goes to the next tab that showed a theater. “Now this is the theater where the Black Panther film premiere is going to take place. This long walkway is where the red carpet is going to be, well black carpet.” He flips back and forth between tabs, admiring the two buildings as I smugly stare at the screen. “This is going to be amazing”, he comments lowly. Officially upset, I walk away from the laptop and take a seat in the living room, turning on the television.

I flip through the channels when Chadwick walks in, grinning like a kid in a candy store. I ignore him and continue to search for an interesting game show or reality episode. “Yn you have to see this theatre room.” Chadwick turns the laptop towards me and I turn away. He sits next to me and shoves it into my lap. “Chad, I don’t want it”, I said pushing the laptop off my lap. “Baby just look…”, he said pushing it back into my lap. “I said no Chadwick”, I said harshly, closing the laptop and pushing it back on him. “What’s your problem?”, he asks, turning to face me. “You and this entire Seoul, South Korea premier are my problem. Ever since Marvel announced the starting of the BP tour you can’t stop talking about it. I know you’re excited. I’m excited for you, but you’ve been talking non-stop about this tour, brushing me off to "handle business” that is already handled. You’re not even taking advantage of the time you have with me before you leave.“

"What are you talking about? We went out for lunch yesterday with Addison and his daughter.”

“Wow, Chad. We actually have some time to spend together and all you can offer your wife is a pity lunch date with YOUR friend that I wasn’t even invited to. You just let me tag along because I was already with you.”

“Now you and I both know that Addison is family and that the both of us are always welcome. I don’t know what’s up with you today, but this is supposed to be a happy time and you’re trying to pick fights.”

“I’m not trying to fight with you Chad. I just want to spend some quality alone time with my husband before he leaves the country and has me fend for myself in busy ass L.A.”

“Babe are you serious right now. You come from Houston. One of the busiest, traffic-filled cities in the U.S. No different from L.A.”

“That’s not the point! The point is that I want to spend time with you and not your Black Panther premier blueprints.”

“C'mere Yn”, he said patting the spot next to him. I slide over and he wraps his arms around my shoulder as I lay my head on his chest. “I know I’ve been a little occupied with all of the Black Panther events and I’m sorry. I’m just trying to make sure everything is set so when I get my vacation time, I can focus all my attention on my family and friends, and us.” I began to feel bad. Chadwick has been striving for this dream since college and now that’s it’s here, I’m starting to feel a little left behind, whether it’s intentional or not. I don’t mean to come off unappreciative, whiney, and selfish, but I crave attention and affection from him and he seems to be occupied with other things that shouldn’t be his concern. “You know I love you and I’m extremely proud of you, but you’re turning into a workaholic. I just want you to take advantage of the free time you are given. That’s all.”

He takes a moment to think; comprehending your point of view. “I know I can be a little invested in other areas of work and I apologize that my habit is pushing you away. I didn’t mean for you to feel neglected. I always cherish my alone times with you. I promise I will do better”, Chad says as he stands up and hovers over me, putting his forehead on mine. “Promise?”, I ask, tilting my head up a bit while tucking my bottom lip into my mouth. “Promise.”, he confirms. I pop my wet bottom lip out and peck his lips several times before moving back and getting off of the couch. “Well since we’re here we can start on dinner. I know you’re hungry.”, I say as I skip to the kitchen. I open up the deep freezer and sort through the different fish and meats.

“Pork or chicken?”, I ask pulling them both out, while continuing to look around. “You”, Chadwick says casually as he walks into the kitchen, latching his hands onto my hips. “Stop, I’m serious.” I move his hands with my elbows and randomly choose the chicken breast. I put the pork back and put the chicken into the sink so it can thaw out. I open the pantry and survey the different canned goods, trying to decide our sides. Chadwick follows me and places his hands back onto my hips, pushing me back onto him. “Babe stop…”, I whine, but giggle, moving forward. “You asked for this attention. Now you don’t want it”, he states pushing up on me. “Not when I’m trying to prepare dinner. You wanna eat, don’t you?”, I respond, pushing him away with my back. “If you meet me in the bedroom, I’m sure I can find something to satisfy my appetite”, Chadwick whispers seductively in my ear, pushing me back on him once more. I force back a small moan as I try to keep a poker face, but it was difficult to hold back the smirk that wanted to be on my face. I tried to think of a quick comeback, but it was already a little too late, so I just grabbed the can of yams and collard greens and slid out of his hold.

Afraid to bend down (because of Mr. Touchy Feely), I squat and grab me three pots: two small, one medium and place them on the counters. As I turn around to head back to the pantry, I see Chadwick slightly leaning back, staring at my ass, naughtily. I smack my lips. “Go get the rice.”, I say, pushing him towards the pantry by his bicep. I open up the cans of vegetables and pour them into the pots, then put them on the hot stove. Chadwick places the rice on the counter and I immediately open it and pour it into the medium-sized pot. I walk to the sink and filled the pot with water and place it on the stove as well. I walk back to the sink and unwrapped and wash the thawed out chicken. I place them in a glass pan and began to season them. I look over at Chadwick to see him filling the yam pot with more sugar. “Chad I already put sugar in there.” Chadwick smiles, putting the sugar away. “Since someone won’t let me eat that pussy until they pass out, I have to compensate it for more sugar. At least I’ll get to eat something sweet today”, Chad smirks, smacking my ass. You laugh hysterically at his little joke as he walks out of the kitchen with the goofiest grin on his face.

I continue seasoning the chicken, them slip them into the oven. While I waited for the chicken to bake, I finished preparing the sides. Once everything was done, I set the table and prepared our plates. I peeked into Chadwick & I’s room to see him lying in bed, typing into his laptop. “Dinner is ready”, I said from the doorway. “Okay”, he nodded, “but come here.” I walk into the room and stand next to Chadwick, but he moves his laptop and pats the open space between his legs. I sigh as I climb into bed, lying in-between Chadwick’s legs, leaning back on his chest. Chadwick moves the laptop onto my lap, showing me online airline tickets. “Babe, what it this?” He doesn’t say anything, he just allows me to read what’s on screen. “Delta Airline… terminal 6… gate 13B… Club Mobay Airport Lounge… May 31… flight departure 9 AM… LAX to… Jamaica-”

“We return June 8, so you need to set a week’s vacation time. Make sure you talk with your boss, so there won’t be any mishaps”, he grins. I was stuck for a moment, trying to understand what was going on. “Baby are we going to Jamaica?”, you ask softly. “I do see purchased airline tickets on the screen so I believe so.” “OH MY GOD!” I move his laptop off my lap and straddle him, kissing all over his neck and face. I’ve always wanted to go to Jamaica ever since my parents went for their anniversary and I’ve been begging for vacation for the past two weeks, but with his busy schedule and my job obligations, we had a difficult time scheduling our off days. I guess now is a perfect opportunity. “Thank. You. Baby.”, I said in-between kisses. “You deserve a vacation and I damn sure need one, so what’s a better place than to take my lady to Jamaica. Montego Bay to be exact.” You gush and squeal out of excitement, kissing him once more. “Thank you baby. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you!”

“You don’t have to thank me. I’ll do anything for you”, he says while lightly stroking your chin, “Now let’s eat.”

Chadwick tries to move from under me, but I kept him pinned down to the bed. “Yn what are you-” I cut Chadwick off with a big kiss, slowly sliding my tongue into his mouth. I wrap my arms around his neck as he rests his hands on my ass. I slowly come up from the kiss, biting his lower lip. “Chad, the food can wait. I have something better you can eat anyways”, I say seductively while rubbing up and down on his chest. “Oh now you wanna have sex? Right after I told you we’re going to Jamaica?” “Yes. Now c'mon”, say while taking the bottom hem of his shirt and raising it up to showcase his toned abs and happy trail. “Damn woman. You see the way you do me”, he states, lifting his arms up so I could completely take his shirt off. “You know you like it… and for being such a great husband, I’ll allow you to do whatever you want to me in Jamaica”, I whisper in his ear, kissing his temple afterward then looking him in the eye.“Promise?”, he asks while sticking out his pinky. “Promise”, I say, locking my finger with his. He gave me a small peck on my lips, then picked me up and threw me off of him, climbing on top of me. I giggle and wrap my legs around his torso as his lips attacked my neck. We made love until the day turned into night and don’t worry; we ate dinner afterwards.

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I always feel like my expositions are really long, so I decided to break this fic up into two parts. Part two should be up either later tonight or tomorrow!

Plot: This is literally just setting up for part 2 lmao basically you want to get kinker and Chadwick is so down. Just fluff and some smut mentions

Kinks: none yet

Word count: 1k

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Til The End of Time

So I got a headcanon request from @httpjex (yay for that!) and here it is.


I wanted to do this with the prompt still attached but Tumblr mobile is a whole hoe and some of my notifications are missing. Nonetheless, here we are. This is like a “what if?” situation. An AU off an AU if you will. CoCo is fine. But if she ever did get seriously injured in a car accident, here’s how it would play out.


- Chadwick got the frantic call from your assistant at work.

- On the way back to the office from a lunch meeting, you were side swiped by another driver, sending your car into the guardrail at unsafe speeds.

- Dropping what he was doing, he rushed to the hospital to find you in ICU.

- The cuts and bruises would heal but the head injury you sustained could cause some lasting damage.

- Your future was unsure and a medically induced coma was recommended until doctors could determine the next course of action.

- Chadwick was hopeful and only expected you to be ‘asleep’ for a few weeks. He stayed by your side the entire time, most times having to be forced away by family members to eat and shower.

- Explaining everything to Micah was the toughest part. He wanted to be honest with her while making sure to keep things on her level. So he simply told her that you needed to rest because you got hurt.

- Weeks turned into months and months turned into a full year with no improvements. There was brain activity, particularly when he or Micah was around. Still, you remained in a coma.

- At the start of the second year, he had his parents move to LA to help care for Micah so that he could continue to work.

- Your absence was obviously taking a toll on him physically. He was skinnier, always hunched and slumped over. Sleeping was difficult for him because he wasn’t able to bury his face into the crook of your neck the way he’s loved to do since you two were friends.

- Micah was beginning to ask more questions that he didn’t have the answers to. She would cry for you sometimes, often moving him to tears once he could calm her down. Her behavior in school took a brief dip until his parents were able to give her the attention she needed.

- Doctors still had no answer for why your brain was functioning normally but you weren’t awake. They warned him of long-term memory loss and possible disabilities IF you ever woke up.

- They also advised him to prepare for the worse case scenario that you would never return home.

- That was a reality that he wasn’t able to handle. By Christmas of the second year, things were looking all but over.

- He drug his feet about possible funeral arrangements and breaking the news to his daughter. She was older now and able to understand without him telling her but, he knew she needed to hear it from him.

- One night in your hospital room, he held your hand and updated you on what was going on like he always did.

- He told you about Mikey and her soccer championship. How she was starting to look more and more like you. And act like you too.

- He reminded you of all the plans that you’d made for specific dates and how he kept your promises. He made sure to tell you about all the moments he recorded for you so that when you woke up, you could see them and relive it with him.

- Then he told you want the doctor said and how they would have to take the next step and allow you to pass. Tears hit your hand as he begged you to come back. Living without you was too hard to deal with and, without you around, it was too hard for him to want to live.

- A week before you were set to be “released”, a nurse detected eye movement. The first sign since the accident three years ago.

- When they were finally able to get Chadwick back to the hospital you were alert and asking questions about specific people.

- He overheard you demanding that someone find your husband and daughter. He couldn’t help but laugh at how you were just in traumatic situation and still managed to wake up and be a pain in the ass.

- You were shocked to see how much Micah had grown although you couldn’t recall the things Chad has told you about her over the years.

- You were disappointed to find that he hadn’t been taking care of himself but didn’t want to scold him because you knew how tough this was for him.

- Further test showed that you were okay in terms of brain function but your motor skills were impaired.

- Things were tough when you got home but he wouldn’t allow you to give up. With some intense and often painful physical therapy, you were about to walk and move again with minor limitations.

- To celebrate, Chadwick planned a vow renewal ceremony to symbolize a new beginning for the family. You were able to walk down the aisle with your parents for the first time in years.

- In front of a small number of family and friends, the two of you recommitted yourselves to each other during a beach ceremony.

- A situation that could have changed your relationship for the worst ended a beautiful ceremony and proved that your bond could withstand the test of time. 💜

@httpjex , I really hope this fulfilled your request. If not, let me know and we can give it another shot!

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So I’ve decided what I’ll do with CoCo. It’ll still remain formatted a reader series (using you instead of she/her) and feel free to keep envisioning yourself as CoCo. I love that! I’ll almost exclusively use CoCo to avoid using Y/N or her created name. Which brings me to my next point.

For those of y’all that wanted a face and bio, I have that for you and it’s linked. There’s a faceclaim and some biographical information to give you the specifics you want.

This, to me, seems like the best of both worlds. You can keep reading the way you were before OR you can see CoCo as a separate person with the help of some visual aids. You pick the way you want to enjoy the work.

Either way, I hope that you keep reading. Thank for ALL of the love, support and feedback thus far. 💜

Meet CoCo!

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A/N: Throwback CoCo and Chadwick to distract all of us from the mess. Pure fluff. It’s almost too sweet. It’s a mix of @skysynclair19 ‘s singing request.

Word Count: 3,901


New Jersey (2003)

When you made the decision to relocate to the Northern region of the United States after receiving your Bachelor’s degree from Howard University, you were immediately warned about the brutal winters. Initially, you brushed off the cautionary tales. You’d survived four Washington, D.C. winters and it could drop to as low as 20 degrees in Lithonia. You considered yourself prepared when you packed a few cute leather jackets, hats and scarves for your extended visit. New Jersey and New York was not ready for the invasion of CoCo and Chadwick.

Your first winter up North was hell. 

You couldn’t recall a day when your nose wasn’t plugged with mucus and you weren’t hacking up a lung in your tiny apartment. Somehow, Chadwick remained in perfect health and would often tease you on the phone when he heard how stuffy you were.

“Maybe I can finally get some peace when I come over there since you can’t talk.”

When you emerged from the damp dungeon of perpetual sickness, you vowed to properly prepare yourself. Saving your money and soliciting help from your parents, you purchased the appropriate attire and household items to survive Northern living. So, when Winter 2003 rolled around, you traded in your light jackets for full blown coats and gloves. Your bathroom cabinet was stocked with medicine just in case you got the sniffles, your flu shot was up to date and Granny’s chicken soup recipe was tucked safely into the spiral bound family cookbook you put together during your last trip home.

Chadwick, on the other hand, refused to prepare. He was determined to prove that the flu shot only made you sick and was a way for the government to target poor people of color in inner cities.

“Why would I let them inject me with the flu? CoCo, be smart. This is genocide.”

So it didn’t surprise you to hear his stuffed and raspy voice begging you to allow him to stay with you over the weekend to hold on to tradition. Every other weekend, he would commute to your neck of the woods and sleep on your couch Friday-Sunday, to spend time with you. When he wasn’t sprawled across the black microfiber sofa, you were taking his bed in New York while he made space on the floor.

“Aaron, you can’t come over here! You’re gonna get me sick too.”

“Then we can be sick together. Please, let me come. Who’s gonna take care of me like you?”

That’s all it took for you to wash the spare comforter you had in the closet and prepare the living room for your guest. Three lazy knocks on the door and a chesty cough gave away your visitor’s location, stopping your cleaning and sending you to invite him in.

“Got damn. Boy, are you okay?” The words you had planned were replaced when you opened the door and got a good look at him. His usually excited eyes were tired and red from a lack of sleep. His shoulders sagged under the weight of his coat and he shook lightly while leaning against the door frame.

“It’s nice to see you, pain in the ass. Can I come in?”

You stepped aside, pulling the duffle bag from his hand and placing it behind the door once you kicked it closed. He immediately began to peel off his layers, leaving him a t-shirt, sweatpants and a pair of tube socks.

After pouring a cup of orange juice and handing it to him, you sat on the coffee table to get a better look at his face.

“How do you feel?”

“Like you need to turn the air off. I’m freezing!”

“Chadwick…the heat is on.” You corrected, motioning to the thermostat that was on a warm 78 degrees. “Lean forward.”

Following your instructions, he leaned forward into your hands as you felt around his face to gauge his temperature. As you suspected, he face and neck were burning up, cluing you in to his medical condition. His dramatic ass had the flu.

“What is it? Am I going to have to go the hospital, CoCo?” He questioned, following your every move as you stood up and walked down the short hallway to your room. He was hot on your heels, bombarding you with questions. “Please, don’t make me take anything. Just let me sweat it out on the couch. I promise I’ll be quiet.”

“Get your ass off my bed, boy. Take those clothes off.” You instructed with your back turned to him while looking through your toiletry stash.

His ears perked up at your request, feeling a rush going below the waistband of his pants. Had the day he’d been dreaming of finally showed up? He would’ve gotten sick years ago if that’s all it took to get you to straddle his lap and make the face he imagined you’d make.

When you turned to look at him, he was down to his underwear, preparing to pull the sheets on what he assumed was the side you didn’t sleep on back.

“Nigga, why are you doing that?”

“I thought-” Your curious look instantly made his face heat up at the misunderstanding.

“Take this soap and go take a shower. I’ll have some clothes in here for you when you’re done. Your towel and washcloths are in their normal spots. There’s some lotion in there too because…” Your voice trailed as you motioned toward his bare legs.

“Why do I keep letting you talk to me like this?” He mumbled, pulling the unopened package of Dove soap from your hands and heading to the bathroom down the hall.

“Because I’m the only person crazy enough to still be friends with you after all this time.”

“No, it’s because I like to eat and you keep feeding me. You put something in your spaghetti. I can’t believe you trapped me like that.”

“You’re stuck with me forever, Boseman!” You laughed as he rolled his eyes and shut the door to the bathroom.

Fifteen minutes and several R&B songs later, he was emerging from your bedroom in a new set of clothes, fresh from a quick cycle in the dryer to warm them up a little. Once he lazily made his way to the couch, he was greeted with a hefty dosage of Theraflu, Vick’s Vapor rub for his chest and a cup of hot tea.


“No, you won’t ‘CoCo’ me! Come over here and sit down.” Reluctantly, he drug his lean body to the couch, flopping down dramatically and slightly turning his head away from you. “Aww, the baby doesn’t want to take his medicine.”

Your mocking did little to deter him as he rolled his eyes and continued to sulk.

“I am a man.”

“You acting like a boy. Let me at least take your temperature. We might not need all of this.”

He looked at you from the corner of his eye to determine your level of sincerity. Batting your eyelashes, you returned his glare with your most charming smile and a rub of his knee. Finally, he caved in, taking the time to stretch across the couch and wait for you to work your magic.

Your squeal of approval was met by an annoyed look before he parted his lips slightly to allow you to insert the thermometer. You both eyed the digital display, anxiously awaiting the results. A quick series of beeps preceded the eventual reading: a temperature of 103 degrees. He groaned loudly, knowing that he would have to listen to whatever you said.

“Oh hell no! Sit up and take this medicine.”

“But, CoCo!”

“Don’t make me say it again! C’mon now.” The southern black woman hopped out of you, thickening your accent and forcing your hand to your hip. It only took a stern look for Chadwick to sit up and hold the medicine cup to his lips, gagging at the taste of the liquid coating his mouth. A cough followed, prompting you to hold the tea mug to his mouth for him to take a sip and calm down. “Are you feeling sleepy?”

“Yes, mother.”

Rolling your eyes, you directed him to lay down so that you could prepare him for bed. He watched you with a faint smile while you spread the blanket over him and placed the remote to the television nearby.

“Okay, last thing and I’ll leave you alone for the night. Lift up your shirt.”

You carefully scooped a liberal about of vapor rub out of its container to smooth it against your palms. Your soft hands took their time, rubbing the product against the center of his chest, feeling the way he heart seemed to speed up to unsafe levels.

“Calm down, Aaron. Relax. You can’t get better until you rest a little.”

Your eyes flickered to his that were transfixed on your fingers and the way they danced across his chest. He knew the act was innocent but he couldn’t help but think about having this moment for the rest of his life. He’d been with plenty of women, but none like you.

He’d said I love you, sometimes without meaning it, but he never felt this type of love. The kind of love that showed him a wife and a couple of kids clinging to his legs when he came home. The kind of love that made him want to tuck you away in his apartment while he worked his ass off to provide for you. The kind of love that made him want to pull you onto his body and show you just how deeply he felt for you. He was in love and he didn’t know how much longer he could be around you and pretend he only wanted to be your friend.

“All done, jackass. Drink the tea before it cools down to clear up some of that congestion. Come knock on my door if you start to cough again. You should be asleep soon.”

“You’re not gonna stay with me?” He questioned, latching onto your hand. “How will know when I need more medicine?”

“Because you’ll come find me like you do when you need anything else. Good night, boy.” You swiftly pulled your hand from his before shutting off the light and retreating to your bedroom.

Stevie Wonder could see the sexual tension between you two but, you’d long convinced yourself that he wasn’t interested and any indication otherwise was a genuine slip up on his part. Peeling your body from your door, you trudged to your bed to try and sleep through the constant coughing and sneezing of the man you loved.

Sleep didn’t come easy for either one of you but, when it did, you weren’t happy to be startled awake. Looking at the digital clock on your nightstand, 3:53 AM transitioned in 3:54 as another round of knocking commenced.

“What the hell?” You asked, snatching the door open and finding Chadwick drowsily standing in the doorway. “What do you want? Do you know what time it is?”

“I can’t breathe, CoCo. Can I come in here with you so you can make sure I stay alive?”

‘What? No! Let me give you some more Theraflu and then you can go back.”

“Pleaseeeee?” He begged. “I already took some before I came in here and did the Vicks thing. Please, just let me sleep next to you. You don’t want me to die on your couch, do you?”

A sleepy stare off commenced between his dropping eyes and your tired orbs. Sighing, you stepped out of his way to allow him to enter the room, closing and locking the door after him. Like a child, he excitedly moved to the other side of the bed, throwing back the sheets like he’d done earlier and making himself comfortable.

You took your original spot, laying on your back to watch the ceiling fan spin in circles. Not only was going back to sleep in timely manner impossible, you were afraid that closing your eyes would restart the sexy dream that you were enthralled in, conveniently starring the beautiful man beside you. He wasted no time taking your position as an opportunity to throw his upper body on top of yours, positioning himself on his stomach so that he could lay on your clothed chest.

“The big baby likes to cuddle I see.” You teased.

“Yeah, whatever. Nobody is cuddling yo ass. Your pillows are too soft and I need to prop my head up. All this room you got on your chest, you should be thankful there’s finally some weight on it.”

You kissed your teeth and pushed his head in an attempt to get him off of you. He held on tight until you gave up, preferring to play with his ears to keep your mind occupied. He hummed at the sensation, closing his eyes and listening to your steady heartbeat.

“Don’t fall asleep, negro! I’m already hot with you on me like this. Go to your side!”

“Get over it.” He answered in a deep and slurred grumble, using his arms to anchor your waist to his body and prevent you from moving.

Just as he was content with having your fingertips trace patterns behind his ear, you liked knowing that he was comfortable and sleeping peacefully. Oddly, his body rhythmically breathing against yours and light snores coming from his stuffed nose lulled you to sleep soon after.


“I’m checking for you, boy, you’re right on time. Angel of mine.” Your voice meshed with Monica’s as the radio sitting on the kitchen counter played her album. Your soprano was the perfect match to her chorus while you danced around the kitchen, dropping ingredients into the pot of chicken broth bubbling on the stove. “Last night, the way you moved is still on my mind. Angel of mind.”

Somehow, you were able to escape the hostage situation Chadwick had you in to tip toe into the kitchen and get breakfast started. You knew he’d be upset that he had to eat soup while you enjoyed pancakes but he’d get over it once he tasted it. Your singing drowned out the bedroom door creaking open and Chadwick stepping out to find you.

He stopped at the end of the hallway to silently observe you twirling around the cramped space, pulling spices from the cabinet like a Southern Disney princess. He’d seen you do it plenty of times before, but never while singing. He’d actually never heard you sing, the way you echoed Monica’s rifts and run making him smile. He wanted to keep listening, but his coughing betrayed him and pulled you from your trance.

“Don’t stop.” He coaxed, taking a seat on one of the wooden stools at the counter. “You sound good.”

“Yeah, right. Your ears are clogged. You hearing funny.”

“I’d be the first one to come in here and tell you to stop if you couldn’t sing. Keep going. The song’s almost over.”

Nervously, you looked between the radio and Chadwick before shaking your head and returning your focus to the stove. “I’ll pass on that one. How do you feel?”

Though he wanted to, he decided not press the issue. “Fucking terrible. My throat is sore, my body hurts, I’m hot and then cold and I keep coughing.”

“Then let’s try and get you feeling better. Taste this.” Instructing him to open his mouth, he allowed you to feed him a bit of soup. “How’s that?”

“Amazing. I wish I had an appetite.” He frowned.

“Chadwick Aaron Boseman with no appetite! You really are sick.” Turning off the stove, you made a beeline for the living room to grab the medicines that were still in their spots from last night. “It’s time to go full force with this. Here’s more Theraful, I’m gonna grab my peppermint oil and rub that on you and you need to get some socks on your feet.”

He stared at you while you pulled him to a standing position and led him to the couch. “Can’t we just go back and lay down. I just wanna go to sleep.”

“No, no, no. I’m responsible for getting you better and that’s what we’re gonna do. Mrs. Carolyn would kill me if she found out I was just letting you sleep it off.” The heaviness and heat of the comforter being thrown over him was a welcomed feeling that he didn’t want to admit to.

Just as quick as you’d left, you were back with a small bottle of peppermint oil and rubbing it on his neck, chest and soles of his feet before sliding socks onto them. When you returned with a glass of orange juice and a bowl of soup, he was drifting into sleep.

“C’mon, Aaron, you need to eat.” You announced, squatting in front of him and handing him the bowl. He was back to putting on a show, feebly reaching out to grab the spoon and shaking his hand to send droplets of the hot liquid sputtering around the rim of the bowl.

“You gotta feed it to me, CoCo. I-I…I’m too weak.”

“You full of shit, that’s what you are.”

He smiled at your joke, knowing that you would give up and feed him. Staying true to form, you continuously lifted the spoon to his mouth, feeding him he steaming contents of the bowl until there was no more.

Soon, he was back to sleep again, head pressed against the flannel pajama pants covering your thighs and mouth ajar to regulate his breathing. In short intervals you were able to go shower and clean the kitchen until he noticed your absence or requested your presence. A final check of his temperature indicated that his fever was finally gone and his appetite was beginning to pick up.

Still, he insisted on acting like a child.

“CoCo,” he croaked, wrapping the blanket around his entire body like ET in the bicycle basket. “Can you come warm me up?”

“No.” Your answer was flat as you continued to ignore him, using a ladle to put soup into tupperware for him to take home later.

“But, I’m so cold. I need you!”

You looked across to the room to find him exaggeratedly shaking his body in a comical shiver. “Aaron, stop.”

“Brrrrrr! Don’t let me freeze.” The DVD version of ‘Blue Streak’ played in the background as he continued his antics. “C’mon! Watch the movie with me. Your favorite part is coming. I can see your goosebumps from here.”

“If I do it, will you shut up?”

He made a zipping motion across his mouth before opening one side of the comforter to invite you in. You indulged him, sliding into the spot beside him and allowing him to close the blanket and trap you by his side.

Blue Streak turned into Training Day and a new sitting position, his back pressed against your stomach while he watch Denzel intently and let you play in his hair. Not paying attention to the 500th viewing of the movie, you quietly hummed Floetry’s ‘Say Yes’ to pass the time.

“You know, you should just sing to me if you’re gonna hum.” You looked down to find him already looking at you expectantly. He wasn’t going to let up this time.

Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and continued to nervously play with his hair.

“There is only one for me. You have made that a possibility. We can take that step to see if this is really gonna be. All you gotta do is say yes, don’t deny what you feel, let me undress you babe. Open up your mind and just rest, I’m about to let you know, you make me so, so, so, so, so,so, so, so….”

Your singing stopped as you slowly opened your eyes to see his toothy grin looking back at you. “Eh, I’ve heard better.”

“Oh, shut up!” You laughed, pushing his head. “I told you I’m not that good.”

“You sound amazing, CoCo. I’m just being an asshole.”

“What else is new?”

A short shared laugh preceded silence as the movie filled in the gaps for a long stretch.

“How do you know if you’re in love?” He asked, not bothering to look at you.

“I don’t know. My mama says that you just know. Nobody has to tell you. You feel it more than you feel anything else.” A hesitant pause didn’t stop your next question. “Are you in love?”

He thought for a moment before answering. “I think so. I’m feeling something.”

“Don’t rush it. God don’t make no mistakes. If you and whoever it is are supposed to be together, let it happen naturally.”

Accepting your words, he allowed the conversation to end. A forced round of TheraFlu sent him back into a medicine induced coma but not before he was pinning you to the couch under the weight of his body while he slept. You smiled at the image of the overgrown child needing to be held in order to fall asleep. You didn’t know if was the illness or delusions from the medicine but, you enjoyed being there for him and silently prayed that you’d be able to do this for the rest of your life. Unfortunately, whoever he was in love with would get to enjoy these moments after he was nursed to health and back in New York.


The morning sun peeked through the blinds of the living room sooner than you hoped for, ending the semi-girlfriend charade. Breakfast was eerily silent as was most of the early afternoon. Both of you seemed to be lost in thought until Chadwick announced that he needed to start his journey back home to finish up the work he had to put aside.

Standing at the door, he adjusted his coat and scarf with your help.

“Keep taking the medicine and don’t be afraid to stay home an extra day if you still feel a little weak. Your health is more important than that job.”

“Yes ma’am. Anything else, wife?” He joked, grabbing his bag from your hands. You ignored the butterflies in your stomach and rolled your eyes.

“Eat the soup and drink some green tea NOT sweet tea. Call me if you need anything.”

“Will do. I’ll call you when I get settled.”

You nodded in agreement, reaching around him to open the door. He made it into the hallway before turning to look at you. “See you next week?”

“Of course.” Shy smiles were exchanged, prolonging the good-bye. “I hope she loves you back. Send me an invite to the wedding?”

Shaking his head, he chuckled to himself, confusing you. “You won’t be needing one, CoCo! You’ll already be there.”

“As part of the wedding party? Can I wear suit too?”

Your excitement made him smile as he turned on his heels to start his trek down the hallway. He made sure that his voice traveled behind him to answer your question. 

“Whatever you want, girl! Whatever you want.”


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  • You two had grew up around each other as kids
  • He had bit of a crush on you during those times
  • You nearly went on a blind date with him while in college but you changed your mind at the last second and not knowing it was him until well into your career
  • He personally picked you to be in a film that he would be making his directorial debut on
  • His nickname for you is “Belle” because he always thought of you as a southern belle, not because of the Disney princess
  • You two once stayed on the phone for three in a half hours
  • He was once asked by a local ice cream shop in his hometown to design his own ice cream, and when asked what he would name it, he named it “The YN”
  • He secretly paid for a hospital bill of yours when you got very sick
  • There is a home movie of you both singing a Disney song together as children and only fifteen seconds of it has been leaked onto the internet
  • As a housewarming gift for his first apartment back in the day, you bought him a couch, which he slept on until he finally got a bed.
  • He still has post cards and letters you mailed to him while you were in college
  • He once jokingly said in an interview that “You were the best on screen kiss he’s had” but he lowkey wasn’t joking
  • He can actually do hair well, and when you had braids in your hair one time you were asked who did it, and the person was shocked to know that it was Chadwick’s work
  • He sung James Brown’s Try Me to you over the phone during the time he was doing Get On Up
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