#chadwick boseman fanfic

[chadwickbosemanfanfic]

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.

Synopsis: So much can happen when the cameras are gone. Rihanna has known about an article where Chadwick Boseman mentioned her. When the two finally run into one another a year after the publication, they share a moment in time that becomes a secret they’ll never forget.

THEIR SECRET (2/3)

The First Night

QUICK RECAP (Their Secret 1/3) —

… He stood to meet her embrace. Her arms wrapped around his neck. His slipped around her waist. The stilettos gave her the height to mold into him perfectly. They felt each other exhale against the contact. “Spend a night with me,” now it was a question, whispered in his right ear before she pulled back.

“One night sounds impossible,” his eyes lowered on her as her face came into view.

“Then we can make it two. See you in five,” she didn’t wait for a reply. She smiled slightly, sashaying toward the private lounge exit.

The image of her lingered long after she was gone. Including the scent of her perfume. A part of him felt distant from the moment as if he was only imagining it. Uncertain. Conflicted. He contemplated, taking one last look towards the exit.

He flagged down the bartender to cancel the order of drinks. Closed his tab. Headed for the exit, fishing out the phone vibrating in his pocket. Read the screen. Slid the bar to the right, placing the phone to his ear.

“Pops, how are you?”

“Blessed, son. How are you? Sounds like something’s going on?”

“Your timing,” he shook his head. “Facing somewhat of a dilemma,”

“Talk to me,”

Stepping outside of the lounge, he eased up his hood to conceal himself for as much and as long as he could. He spotted the opening elevators and a growing crowd. He hung back.

“I, uh,” he knew his father was a straight shooter. No need in beating around the bush. “I’m considering spending the night with someone I’ve been intrigued by for years. Someone other than Simone.”

“Her name?”

“Out of discretion for her, I—,”

“No, no, I understand. Is this a fan?”

He thought about it. “Not exactly. You know I would never exploit a fan,” he pretended to be interested in a stand of newspapers, waiting for pockets of people to disperse in separate elevators.

“Well, you have more to think about in regards to the long-term girlfriend who may very well become your wife,”

“Which makes this a confession,” he lowered his head down on the newspaper as a crowd strolled by. “Before committing the crime.”

“Son, you are a man of integrity and I have known you to be nothing less. Don’t let the overnight fame get you in something you can’t get out of. We are honorable men and I don’t expect you to compromise that with some woman you’ve met, whom you don’t see a future with.”

Chadwick offered only silence, clinging to the word future. He and his father both knew how fickle that word meant now.

“Chad, are you there?”

“I’ve been on the straight-and-narrow my entire life. Give or take a few growing pains,” he paused. “Life has seemed to give up on me before I’m ready to give up on it.”

“I know where this is going,” his father exhaled. “This is not the kind of decision you should make under these circumstances. You’re one of the most disciplined, admirable men I know, Son. There ain’t no need in me preaching about what you should and should not do as I know this is not how you have ever navigated life. All I offer is that you be safe. Not just for yourself but also for her and the permanent people in your life before and after your last breath. And ain’t no need in overthinking about that either. Our legacy are the lives that we touch, which I know you are well aware. Like you have always done, be mindful of the impression you imprint on others.”

Someone near the elevator appeared to be pointing in his direction. “Thanks, Pops, I gotta go.”

“Be safe, Son.”

Chadwick placed the newspaper calmly and neatly before making a smooth break in the opposite direction. He cut a corner in search of an alternative route, opting for the grand staircase in the distance.

***

Chadwick approached the door, lowering his hood. Just as he was about to knock with an opposite hand, the door swung open. His eyes lowered with his fist, a relaxed gaze taking in every inch of her.

“Boseman,”

He smiled.

“How many autographs did it cost you to make it here?”

“None,”

“Ah, stealth,” she glanced over her shoulder. “That’s to be expected. And you made it on time,” her eyes appreciated the slight nervousness in his, “It cost me about 20,” she flashed her manicured fingers, bucking her eyes to exaggerate her statement and to lighten the mood. “A cute family of four nearly followed me here. But, of course, security,” she stepped forward, gripping his arms to adjust him slightly. She popped her head out into the hallway. Waved. Behind dark shades, the guard only offered a nod. She pulled back and eyed Chadwick. “No worries, he minds his business and is quite harmless,” she stepped back, looking him from head-to-toe and back up again. “You smell like I thought you would.”

His laugh was more of a grunt out of surprise just as she slipped her palm in his, guiding him inside.

“Mind if I take your jacket,” she turned to face him, releasing his hand, missing its firmness and warmth. She watched him bring the pullover past his head down to be folded neatly in his hands. She admired the length of his fingers and the visible veins with his movements. His nails were full and clean. She stopped his hands from folding. “Relax,” she winked, taking the pullover to toss it beside them. It unfolded as it landed on a chair. She stepped further inside the room. He followed.

“Sometimes, I schedule getaways. Staycations for me to just relax,” she looked over her shoulder to meet his gaze. “To silence the noise.” When he came to a stop, so did she. “Someone on your mind?”

He took a step aside. “There’s a lot on my mind,”

“That’s not what I asked you,”

“Well, of course. But I’m here… with you.”

She smiled, extending her hand. “Then be fully present and join me.”

Her palm was soft, cool. Taking small steps behind her, his eyes traced the neck tattoo hidden beneath curls. He slowed them down, tugging at her hand for her to shift and mold into him. He inhaled, drawing in her fragrance. Subtle. Feminine. Sexy. She felt his chest rise against her back and relax when he exhaled. There was always something mysterious about him. Concealed emotions that she felt now through his touch. It was this thought that made her feel sexy against him.

She cut her eyes over her shoulder, letting him get a glimpse of her consent before his lips came near her left ear. To her surprise, he didn’t say anything. At least not with words. She felt a small kiss. Then, another on her neck. Lower. She didn’t feel his hand leave hers but felt his finger brush away curls cascading from her ponytail. His lips brushed against the back of her neck, making her eyes close. She tried to keep her breathing steady. His kisses were patient, much like his hands. She felt strong fingers intertwine with hers. She relaxed against him completely, happy she decided to keep on her heels. She maneuvered a little against his pelvis, satisfied when she heard him draw in a breath. Suddenly, she felt his warmth disappear.

She opened her eyes, feeling a little disappointed as his fingers slipped from hers. She watched him head towards the phone, stopping himself to take in the view.

“All of this on the third floor?”

“A hidden gem,” she smiled. “What are you doing?”

“You said you wanted champagne. I don’t think I would have made it up with two bar glasses. I’ll order a bottle,”

She stepped forward, eyeing him suspiciously. “You’re nervous?”

“Not exactly,”

“Prove it,” she challenged, crossing her arms over her chest. She adjusted her stance under his gaze, playfully rolling her eyes. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

For the first time, watching her closely, he realized she was nervous too.

He smiled, assessing their surroundings. “We can enjoy this together and still respect those we are with,”

“Pardon me,”

“I know you’re with ASAP,”

“We are merely dating,”

“I have a feeling there’s something more there than you’re willing to admit in this moment,”

She felt exposed.

“No judgment, of course,” it was his turn to extend his hand. “Tell me what you want.” … to be continued.

[ajmagne530]

Amenadiel VoiceClaim Inglés

[wakandamama]

To the shawties asking me for more Euphoria smut fics... (And imma hold your hand when I say this, with love and care)

No✨😌

The reason I only wrote Fezco fics was because he was the only person depicted in the show as my age range (early 20's) and Angus Cloud (may he rest in peace) was fine as hell to me. I would and will never write smut about any other character in that show.

Also I have my own extremely different beliefs about death and on what you bring back though the intentions of your actions that are a mix of being Black Pentecostal and other things of spirituality/my personal work that I don't feel safe explaining here.

Those beliefs just stop me from writing Fezco fics in the way I've been doing due to Angus Death (same thing happen with T'Challa fics after Chadwick's death of you noticed that). I quite literally draw a mind blank when it comes to writing those characters in a certain way because I've been raised and still believe a certain way when it comes to thinking and portraying the recently dead or those of meaningful worth's to you's death.

Like yeah, I will write about those characters again one day (I still do character study pieces about them even) but it will be in a more detached manner and probably won't happen for a while due to my personal grief in losing those people who were meaningful too me (and I don't wanna hear it about how they were actors I never meet, that still provided meaning and connection to me with their great work and attitude they put out into the world)

If you like my smut writing, please just re-read what I've already posted. Just search for Master list or Playlist or Black Girl Reader on my blog and I promise you, you will find it. I also write stuff that isn't smut so you may request that as well!

[justwriteryan]

Think of this as an alternate intro to Wakanda Forever. I wondered how the rest of the MCU reacted to the news.

                                             THE NEWS

Interior shot. A man walks past a domed window at the head of an ornate wooden staircase. He rubs his temples. As he descends the stairs and comes into view we see the man is DOCTOR STEPHEN STRANGE. We are in his Sanctum Sanctorum in Greenwich Village. Strange walks into the Sanctum’s impressive living room, where his friend and colleague (and boss) WONG sits on a couch sipping an herbal tea.

STRANGE: I don’t know if I’m possessed or crazy but I keep hearing these voices in my head. It’s like somebody chanting. Or even…

WONG: Singing.

STRANGE: You’ve heard it too.

WONG: Only the most powerful magic users of this dimension can hear it. You. Me. Mordo.

STRANGE: So what is it?

WONG: The Choir of Kings. It can only be heard in this dimension when the gates of the Astral Plane have been opened.

STRANGE: And why would…oh.

WONG: Yes.

Wong pours Strange a cup of tea. Strange accepts the cup and joins him on a nearby armchair. The pair drink in silence.

Exterior shot. A bustling seaside village full of tourists, Vikings and aliens. The sign by the entrance reads WELCOME TO NEW ASGARD. In her office at the Asgardian Town Hall, King Valkyrie is poring over various documents and scrolls. Her assistant, MIEK enters the room chittering wildly. Valkyrie doesn’t look up.

VAL: Spit it out, Miek.

Miek slams a piece of paper onto her desk. Val reads it.

VAL: Is this true?

VAL: Thor said he was the first to come through the portals in the last stand against Thanos. Midgard just lost one of its bravest men.

Miek says nothing.

VAL: Arrange a tribute. Immediately. One worthy of Valhalla.

Interior shot. A coffee shop in Lower Manhattan. The news has now reached the mainstream media. A “Breaking News” alert spins onto the screen of the TV above customer’s heads. Noticing the change in atmosphere, some kid named PETER PARKER raises his head from a pile of textbooks and reads the headline sailing across the screen.

 

KING T’CHALLA, SOVEREIGN RULER OF WAKANDA HAS DIED.

PETER: Oh, man…

Flashback to the airport battle in CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR as Peter recalls his first real superhero fight. We see clips of his own vlog footage from the beginning of SPIDER-MAN: HOMECOMING and we hear his initial reaction to seeing Black Panther.

SPIDER-MAN: Whoa, who’s that new guy?

His voice echoes through his mind as he returns to the present. He looks around the room as people congregate under the TV screen and read the news alerts on their phones. Somebody notices him and glances in their direction. Instinctively, Peter bows his head and buries himself once again in his books.

Exterior shot. A U.S. Army airfield. SAM WILSON the new CAPTAIN AMERICA, currently in civilian attire walks across the tarmac. Soldiers salute as he passes. He nods back at them. He’s on the phone.

SAM: You seen the news?

Interior shot. A sparse Brooklyn apartment. On the other end of the call is BUCKY BARNES, the WINTER SOLDIER. He’s holding the phone to his ear but looking at something across the room. 

BUCKY: Yeah. I saw.

Pan around to reveal what’s holding Bucky’s attention. A bracelet of Wakandan kimoyo beads sit on a small table. Hovering in the air above is a projection-hologram of the late King T’Challa, unmasked and standing proudly. Below him is a single line of text:

                  GLORY TO T’CHALLA. WAKANDA FOREVER.

                                      END.

[tobiasdrake]

So, Mortal Kombat 1: Aftermath came out and. Uh. Yeah, that was a whole lotta nothing.

Yep, that was a whole lot of nothing, other than a reminder of how badly Mortal Kombat wants to be the Marvel Cinematic Universe all of a sudden. I already thought it was kinda weird how Sindel had her own personal Dora Milaje and the first Invasion was literally just the Dr. Strange What If episode verbatim. But this took it to another level.

Seriously, they have Cyrax using the made up Wakandan accent that Chadwick Boseman invented by pulling together a bunch of different African dialects into a Frankenstein voice. She is basically Shuri throughout this entire expansion.

Not to mention redesigning the Kamidogu to look like Infinity Stones, which becomes really noticeable when Havik turns Infinity Ultron with them. Oh, and a Johnny Cage Variant that's literally just Captain America showing up out of nowhere in their Multiverse plot. They may be owned by WB, but their hearts belong to Marvel.

Havik, meanwhile, is just. Kind of boring? Like. Havik was created to exist in opposition to equally vile forces of Order. Without that equilibrium, they've always had a hard time figuring out what he's even supposed to be about. That's more apparent here than ever before, where he's basically just Shao Kahn.

That's it. That's literally all he is. He's a multiversal dictator who wants to enslave all worlds and merge them with his own, so he can make everybody fight to the death in his gladiator rings forever. He's Shao Kahn. Sometimes he rants about "order bad" while sending his jackbooted Stormtroopers of Chaos to shackle everyone into the Ironfisted Dictatorship of Anarchy. It's nonsense.

They just wrote Shao Kahn again and skinned Havik over him. It makes so little sense that even the characters call him out on how unchaotic he is as a villain.

Oh, and speaking of Marvel, they make the same mistake Marvel keeps making: Assuming that the audience will be just as invested in a variant of a character as they are in the original. Variant Rain and Variant Tanya's romance takes up an awful lot of screentime for two nobodies we've known for five minutes, will never see again, and do not care about.

Rain dramatically saying his farewell to Tanya, preparing to sacrifice himself for their love, and I feel nothing. Because I do not know or care about these people. That they occasionally drop hints about the super cool fanfic you can write about them if you want to does nothing to endear me to them.

I can't wait 'til MK1's time in the spotlight is over, we all realize that "Let's just fight an infinite multiverse of context-free Nothing Characters who vaguely resemble our guys" was a mistake, and we can all move on to better storytelling.

[i-only-know-fandoms]

Carlos's mention in the wedding special and how they handled it was disappointing and vague and, in my opinion, leaves the door open to either fate

Context

So I took a peak at the Barnes & Noble bonus chapter of Melissa de la Cruz's Beyond the Isle of the Lost and Mal and Evie and Jay and Ben and even Doug are there but there's no mention of Carlos, and I don't know, that really upsets me. The Core Four aren't going to be in the movies anymore, (Disney, though intent on making more movie, at least hasn't sunken as low to recast Cameron, and Dove, Sofia, and Booboo won't return without him) they still exist in the universe (Mal's portrait, this bonus chapter, etc). And it just seems to me, as long as it's not on screen and they're continuing the franchise, Disney should include Carlos in any future books they might appear in

(Which I also believe they should do to continue Mal, Evie, Carlos, and Jay's story. They're intent on continuing the franchise, they've made that clear, and so tossing aside the characters that created it seems callous. Obviously there can be no more movies with them, thus, books. Also, these theoretical books could be for the YA fans of the original trilogy and thus get into the grittier details of the Isle, not the watered down happy ending that made no sense canonically in D3. As many are pointing out, Rise of Red will be for a new generation of fans)

I, personally, think that if they're set on continuing the franchise they should honor they characters should still be used (again, offscreen in books) to continue their stories and the legacies of the characters and the actors who created them, especially Cameron, as this is really his only legacy character. It also gives another way of keeping his memory alive, if they dedicate the books to him, and raise awareness for his foundation by including an page promoting it in the books.

It also seems callous to me to just toss all the work of those characters to the side, like they don't mean anything now that they can't be used in movies.

But, I am also worried want wanting this (or even asking Disney this, though I doubt they'd pay attention) that I am also just using Cameron? I just, I miss him so much, and this would keep him alive (similar to Chadwick Boseman through T'Challa. Like, they had him die in the movies as to not recast him, but there's still all the Black Panther comics and merchandise that he lives through. Yes, it's not necessarily his iteration of the character, since it did exist before him, but he's still connected with it). But should this stay in the fandom through fanfics and fanart, and not touched by Disney? But they're continuing the universe, so feels like this is just forcing him to disappear? Idk, I did another post about this after the Wedding Special, because I don't know if I'm being insensitive by wanting this. I don't think I am, I don't mean to be, but that doesn't mean I'm not.

So I set up this poll, (and set it before my rambling since who wants to read all this, lol) to get some wider perspective. Should I keep asking Disney to try and get the Core four's stories continued in books (if you're on Instagram, yup this is me) or am I being insensitive towards as them by asking for this

(The utter hopelessness of asking Disney and if I should give up because of it isn't in question, I have nothing better to do with my life than scream into the void. But if it's morally wrong.... I trust the fandom for an honest opinion on this and tumblr is the best place. And now we have polls, so......)

[1800naveen]

I was in the trenches back in 2020. That year was my downfall. It was the downfall of everything and everyone.

Everything was going fine until my school said we're getting two weeks off and I was happy because I'm getting a long break. I did online school for two years and I didn't really do anything, just attended the meets and fell asleep at times.

I was in a Hamilton phase, Danganronpa phase, watching anime almost every day, etc. Danganronpa me was...odd. Not in a bad way but I was reading hella fanfics, watching memes, doing those Junko poses. Someone should've put me down 😭. Honestly, it was nice besides people dying. I never got covid ever since it came into existence and that's an achievement.

One of the bad things for me was the death of George Floyd which shocked the hell out of me when I first heard of it. The riots, protests, burnings, how it affected the black community as we lost someone to police brutality again, etc. Even people from around the world were protesting. I wasn't really afraid of cops before but when that happened, it changed. I wanted to protest but I was young at the time. When I thought this year couldn't get any worse, one of my favorite actors died on my BIRTHDAY. Chadwick Boseman, rest up🙏🏾

Another bad thing is that I gained social anxiety because I was couped up in the house all the time and when I had to go to a doctor appointment, I felt like I was going to die when I left the house. And when I tell you that freshman year was horrible, it was horrible. Like I was hoping I would die in my sleep so I wouldn't go to school (still went to school). I couldn't even sit still in class, I had to go to the bathroom at times because it felt like my heart was going to burst out of my chest. Around the end of the year, I was doing better.

I'm so much better now and this is my last school year (senior now) so yippee.

What was 2020 for you? Quarantine? Sorry to anyone who graduated during covid, that had to suck.

[kitkatt0430]

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.

[chadwickbosemanfanfic]

Post-Interview Tryst (1/2)

Synopsis: Interviews come with the territory, but Diana had no idea this new venture would land her the opportunity to interview thee Black Panther himself. And, who would have thought he would be so damn warm and captivating even while obviously exhausted amid his press tour? When Diana becomes too distracted and nervous, she is surprised by Chadwick’s patience and understanding. Subtly, he guides the interview to their max time allotted. This makes her desire him more. When he approaches her after the cameras are off, she is shocked by her own bold move.

The Interview

Diana's heart raced as she entered the room, her anticipation mixing with a touch of nervousness. Interviews were part of her job, but she never imagined that this new venture would lead her to the opportunity of interviewing the legendary Black Panther himself, Chadwick Boseman.

“It is so great to meet you,” she nearly went in for a hug but remembered it was more appropriate to offer a handshake. She smiled nervously when he placed his hand in hers, shaking firmly.

“Nice to meet you too, happy to be here,” his gaze was intense, watching her quickly put space between them. She turned her face away from his to fish for her seat as if she had forgotten there was a seat in front of him waiting for her. He smiled to himself, hearing her clear her throat.

She ran her hands down her dress, hoping they weren’t clammy due to her nerves. As she settled into her seat, Diana couldn't help but notice how Chadwick exuded warmth and charm, even though exhaustion was evident on his face from the demanding press tour. His fatigue seemed to fade away as he flashed her a genuine smile, making her feel more at ease.

However, as the interview began, Diana found herself becoming increasingly distracted by Chadwick's presence. Her mind wandered, and her words were beginning to stumble.

“Excuse me, I meant, what was your favorite scene in the film? Either during production or post?”

“Hmm, great question, let’s see,” his eyes gazed upward. Then, they dipped and landed on her. She adjusted the tail of her dress just as she crossed her legs. An excuse to break eye contact. He noticed her nervousness and her long, toned legs. Out of respect and discretion, he found neutral territory and continued, “It’s hard to decide, but I’ve talked a lot about the production scene with Warrior Falls because cast mates and I had our families present and it was just an overall magical scene. The extras, the music. Sense of community. But, if I had to consider a scene post-production, I’d have to say…,”

She watched his hand come to his neck, then run down his chest. Clearing her throat, she reminded herself to stay focused. “I can understand the difficulty with deciding. I truly enjoyed the entire film.”

“Thank you, we were all committed and wanted to ensure the success of the film,” his smile widened. “I’d have to say the scene with Shuri. In the lab.”

“I love that scene, adored the big brother lil’ sister duo,”

“Definitely, I think it’s rare to see on screen,” he continued on to express the importance of such a scene, setting up entry points for Diana to ask other questions from the importance of their mother and connection with his father.

Time flew by, and before Diana knew it, they had reached the maximum allotted time for the interview. She couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment as she realized their interaction was coming to an end. But just as the cameras were turned off, Chadwick approached her with a gentle smile, his eyes conveying a hint of curiosity.

“You were nervous,”

“Was it that obvious,” she laughed, enjoying his slight nod and smile.

“I’m harmless,”

“I’m not so sure if you’re as harmless as you think,” she leaned in so they were the only ones who could hear her words. “You almost made me blow the entire interview. These people have to pay me.” They shared a brief laugh. “I have never, never in my life met someone so damn distracting. I’ve interviewed plenty of celebrities and artists. With you, I just couldn’t concentrate,” she laughed at herself. “Excuse me, I’m saying too much.”

“No apologies necessary,” he glanced around the room. “Sounds like you may be relieved that I was your last interview.”

She assessed him. His body facing hers. The stalling, the room check. Camera crew and her team fumbling around in the distance with other cast members. When she brought her eyes back to him, he was smiling.

Feeling a surge of boldness she hadn't expected, Diana blurted out, “Would you like to chat privately?”

[rowinablacks-moodboardsandstims]

Have you read the latest Chadwick Boseman fanfic?!

I don't read fanfic about people who died thanks

[iwillbefamousonedayipromise]

I'm not part of the African community, and I'm neither an expert about it, but the other day I read a comic about fix-it fics, made by @yeehawpim that opened my eyes and I think it could help you decide what you want to do.

It say "a fix-it fic is means that someone cared enought seing a story of people being hurt, and decided to give them happiness"

I don't think that it would be desrespectfull for Chadwick Boseman, becouse it means that you liked his character so much, and you are so sad that it's gone, tha you want to remember him by giving him a second chance.

By the way here is the comic:

I hope I helped a bit <3

(Sorry if I wrote something bad, english is not my native lenguage)

This is weirdly specific, but I have a few questions, particularly for African communities/cultures.

I've been cooking up a Marvel OC. She's white (this is relevant).

She's a historian/museum educator, and is involved with planning and executing exhibits about, among other things, the Avengers.

She (as part of a diverse team) specifically consulted with the people of Wakanda to create a world-wide traveling exhibit to foster awareness and understanding of Wakandan culture. (Like, she even lived there for a while and learned their traditions and some of their language.)

Without giving too much away, this character gains enhanced abilities that could help heal King T'Challa. (Some of the Dora Milaje approach and ask if she'd be willing to assist with "something vitally important," as she has stated she feels indebted to them for their knowledge and guidance with the exhibit.)

Here are my questions.

1) Would it disrespect Chadwick Boseman's memory to create a what if scenario where T'Challa lives?

2) I abso-fucking-lutely do not want to white savior this. It's literally someone outside a community/culture they respect, and whose respect they have gained in return, wanting to help a friend because they can. Can it be tastefully written? If not, then I'll drop the storyline in a heartbeat. (The only reason she's white is all of my OCs are basically me except cooler.)

3) What are some important aspects of Lesotho culture and the other cultures represented in Black Panther that I should consider/include in this storyline?

4) OC uses proper titles (e.g. General, Your Majesty/Highness) for everyone, and they in turn call her Doctor. But are there terms in Xhosa or Swahili for outsiders that have been sort of half-adopted? Any other applicable phrases to suggest?

Thank you in advance to anyone who can provide input here.

[sisterwifeudaku]

Street Life

Character List

Chadwick Boseman as Chris “Stretch” Williams

Kellie Williams as Cheryl “Che” Adams

Jeffrey Townes as Michael “Mike” Wilson & Will Smith as Theodore “Fresh” Jones

Michelle Williams as Candace “CiCi” Adams

Merlin Santana as Romeo “L.K.” Jones

Della Reese as Eloise “Mama” Jones

Method Man as “Tical”

[justanotherloveaffair]

Things I Learned in Thailand Pt 2 - “Have a Seat” (Chadwick x Reader)

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Word Count: 3k

Warnings: slow burn, oral sex, nsfw language

Author’s note: sorry this took so long! comment if you want to be tagged. there will definitely be more of this.

For a city-raised urbanite whose idea of being in nature was sitting in the street section of a café, Thailand lifted you firmly from everything you knew and embraced you into its green, lush arms.

Outside your cabin, in the loose network of film crew buildings you now called home, the surrounding jungle was alive and noisy with life, day and night. At first, the strange cry of a nearby gibbon made you stop and look around in shock. After a few days, it just became part of the exotic tapestry of sound that enveloped you at all times.

It was monsoon season, which meant it could be very, very dry and hot one moment, and the next, you could be suddenly rocked by an unforgiving downpour of rain. There was no in-between and never any warning. So you weren’t surprised to be awoken at 4:00am, 15 minutes before your alarm, and told that until the storm passed, your presence on set was indefinitely postponed.

You smiled at the gift of more hours of sleep, and returned to your blankets, ready to drift off when your phone vibrated. 

A single buzz you would have ignored. But there were 5 in quick succession, each one more rapid than the last.

Curious, you picked up your phone, squinting at the bright screen.

A strangled sound came out of you as you tossed the phone to the other side of your bedroom. It landed on a pile of clothes, toppling it down to the floor, with Chadwick’s still-open text illuminating a patch of carpet in blue.

You felt a sudden drop in your stomach at the images your mind started broadcasting. High definition scenes of you in Chadwick’s arms, clutching his strong body as his hips drove into yours and your tongues danced in a passionate kiss.

You pulled the covers over your head and screamed.

You were going to do it.

Many long, dull hours of tension and nerves lay ahead of you. After a while, there was no point in trying. You couldn’t sleep. You wandered and paced, caught up on social media, anything to distract from the fear, the excitement, the stomach-twisting anticipation.

At least you had lots of time to decide what to wear. In a bold choice for you, a makeup addict, you skipped your makeup routine. You had a sense that this afternoon was going to be one of the most important erotic encounters of your adult life. To truly enjoy it, you needed to be ready to lay it all out there, just as you were. No hiding or pretence.

When the time came, you were surprised that you still hadn’t backed down. But fate had set you on a course, and you were going to see it through. Now, all you had to do was put one foot in front of the other.

As you stepped outside, the loud noise of the jungle greeted you, only heightening your over-stimulation. Your hands shook as you hurried to lock the door, before popping open your umbrella and parting the curtains of water around you. You lowered your eyes and began to walk, focused only on the path connecting you to Chadwick. 

The rain beating on your umbrella became a sort of balm for your tension, until you got to his door.

Your hand felt like lead when you reached up to knock.

You gave a few short taps, that were surely instantly deafened by the torrential rain, so you knocked again, more assuredly. This was it, this was the worst part. You bit your lip as your guts churned.

Seconds felt like minutes before finally, the doorknob turned and the door shifted backwards, as Chadwick and his apartment slid into view. He was dressed casually, with an easygoing smile to match. There was an unmistakeable glitter of pleasure in his eye that revealed his surprise that you actually came.

“Here, lemme get that,” he swooped towards you to scoop up your dripping umbrella, and while he put it into the umbrella stand, you took advantage of the few seconds to glance around. You started with the back-side of Chadwick, and the nicely fitting sweatpants hanging from his ass, and for the hundredth time since that morning, warmth surged in your lower extremities.

Looking around, you noticed how much tidier it was – he had cleaned in anticipation of your arrival. A stack of books you recalled avoiding yesterday was tucked back into the book shelf, where you noticed a small candle was lit. You realized this was the source of the faint scent of vanilla and coconut. 

He had really gone the extra mile to make you feel comfortable. Either that, or he’d been as nervous as you were.

“Drink?” Chadwick called from the kitchen. You answered “No thanks!” as casually as you could, but it felt forced. Frankly, you were lost trying to navigate what the protocol was here, and Chadwick wasn’t making it any easier with his disarming friendliness.

You heard clinking sounds as he poured ice into a few glasses that he carried out of the kitchen a moment later, with an unmistakeable smile that caught you in its spotlight.

Twisting your lips in return, you took the glass from his hand. “I guess you missed where I said no thanks.”

Chadwick sideyed you. “Oh… I heard you,” he baited playfully, and you began to laugh as you lifted the glass to your lips with a shrug.

Fuck it. You tipped back the whole thing.

Chadwick’s eyebrows were raised as you lowered the glass, where his was still hovering at his lips.

He responded to the unspoken challenge by doing the same, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed it all. There was something gripping about how his tongue slid over his lips to savour every drop of whiskey.  It made you warm to imagine him tasting you with the same relish.

“Okay, that’s done,” he concluded, collecting and setting aside your glasses. You instinctively went stiff as a board.

Chadwick gestured palm-up to the couch. “Have a seat.”

His demeanor was suddenly business-like, as if you were being seated for an interview. You were struck with dread as you sat down at the end of the couch. Even deciding what end to sit on filled you with anxiety. Do I go in the middle? Is he going to sit across from me? Or – next to me? On the left or right?

Your formal-looking smile was pained as you stared at him, waiting for him to make the next move.

You had no idea what was going to happen next. As Chadwick folded himself into a sitting position on the rug, your body was vibrating, skin clammy with sweat. If he was trying to relax you, it wasn’t working.

When he took a breath and opened his mouth to speak, every muscle in your body clenched.

He suddenly breathed out, making a phewwww sound. “Damn, there’s some crazy tension in this room.” His eyes were soft as he looked to you for agreement, lifting his brows.

All of that building tension hit a crescendo and you exploded with, “God damn, will you just fuck me already?”

After his initial surprise, he burst into loud laughter that you joined in on.

“Alright then.” You lifted your eyes up to his, and a live wire of electricity passed between you. “There’s one thing we should talk about first.”

You nodded.

“You have to promise, promise,” he repeated with intense eye contact, “that you’ll talk to me. I need to know what you like and don’t like, if you want more, or different, or if you wanna stop. Promise?”

Overwhelmed, you breathed out slowly. “Yeah. I promise.”

Both your gazes snapped towards the window as they were suddenly and violently rattled by huge gusts of wind. Rain pummelled the windows, creating rivulets that left shifting kaleidoscopic patterns in the shadowy living room.

The shadows shifted with Chadwick as he stood, radiating an erotic energy in the way he moved with calm purpose as he walked to the edge of the couch and held out his hand.

Your stomach dropped with the feeling of standing next to a steep height.

You got to your feet after awkwardly bumping into the coffee table, and crossed the few steps to him. Your heart thundered in your ears as you touched his outstretched fingers, and gut-wrenching nerves stifled any thought as you followed Chadwick to his bedroom, where he led you with calm, relaxed control.

You stalled at the foot of the bed, hiding a look of panic as you watched him climb up. This is really happening.

Chadwick scooted until he was sitting with his back against the headboard, one leg bent and the other straight towards you.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him straight-on, so your gaze wandered the room.

“Uh…” you started and trailed off, chewing the inside of your lip as it fell quiet.

Your eyes roamed the room for inspiration until you smoothed your hand over the rumpled grey sheets. “This,” you announced, “this…. is a really nice bed.”

The surreal mismatch between words and context made yours and Chadwick’s lips turn up in a matching smile.

“It really is.” He agreed, his eyes shining as they suppressed tears of laughter.

The corners of your mouth wavered as you maintained eye contact. “Great pillows.”

The giggles got the best of Chadwick first, but you immediately followed, and collapsed sideways on the bed as you and Chadwick howled with laughter, side by side.

When the giggles subsided, you felt much calmer and more confident, vowing you were just going to enjoy yourself. 

After the next beat of silence, you asked, “So are we doing this or what?”

“Alright, alright,” Chadwick waved his hands, and you reached over to playfully nudge his arm.

“Ok, let’s start with this.” He looked at you with a pointed expression. “Tell me about the things you want to do that you’ve never done before.”

The gaze you shared simmered with the sudden shift of mood.

“Just start with one,” he prompted, then lowered the pitch of his voice so the sound rumbled in your deepest parts. “Be a good girl for me.”

Your insides dropped at those two little words and all their filthy connotations.

Chadwick began inching towards you and didn’t stop until he was on top of you, his palms planted at your sides. He was so close you could feel the warmth of his breath, the heat of his thighs and most distractingly, the weight of his crotch pressed into yours.

He lowered his lips to your ear, “I think I just found your weak spot, little girl.” You whimpered as he grinded his hips into you, and before you could get used to the feeling of Chadwick’s hardening cock, he backed off, his expression becoming stern. “But you get nothing until you talk. Come on, you promised.”

His pleading eyes made you sigh with frustration.  

“Alright.. fine. I guess …. I don’t know what I want. Nobody’s ever asked.”

“Okay... that’s a start.” Chadwick nodded. “Go on.”

You searched his eyes, then searched the ceiling behind them, then the paintings on the walls while your brain whirred through a rolodex of fantasies until you finally settled on one you were willing to speak aloud.

“I want to ride your face,” you blurted.

Chadwick began to smile. “Yeah. And?”

“And…. I really want to fuck you.”

His smile was unwavering as he answered without skipping a beat, “Lots of ways we can do that.” He paused, letting the words permeate the sexually charged air. “Lots of ways.” 

Fireworks flew as your eyes roamed the dark depths of his. 

He continued, “And we will… but not today.”

The response made your eyes narrow in question, and he answered, “One thing at a time.”

You were caught by surprise when Chadwick deftly rolled with you until you were on top of him, with your knees astride his hips and the outline of his dick once again pressed into your throbbing heat.

There was a sly little grin on Chadwick’s face as his long fingers pulled at the button on your high-waisted jeans. Your brain was left scrambling to catch up with your eyes and it took you a few seconds of watching before you started to help.

His instruction was quiet, but firm. “Take these off, then sit right back where you are. And these too,” he rubbed the elastic of your panties, your sexiest pair you’d packed for your trip.

That Chadwick was fully clothed while you climbed back onto him, now naked from the waist down, struck you as erotic and slightly surreal.

You shivered at the tickle of his fingers on your bare thighs as he slowly dragged his fingertips from hip to knees, before hooking his fingers behind them to pull you firmly upwards.

“Fuck!” Your hands flew out to steady yourself, and soon two strong, masculine hands were supporting you, his warm palms firmly cupping your backside and bringing your pussy to hover inches from his face.

He grazed his stubbled chin back and forth across your upper thigh, and had to grip you twice as hard as you moaned and sagged against him.  

A sharp lovebite on your sensitive skin made you look down in surprise. You felt the warmth of his breath on your skin as he ordered, “Shirt off.”

You roughly hitched your t-shirt off, bringing your chest and belly into the spotlight of his gaze. Something between a growl and a moan rumbled in his chest as you were hastily yanked towards his mouth.

His first taste was more delicate than you expected. He held you completely still, flicking the flat of his tongue against you, then letting the air cool on your skin before doing it again, watching your face as his tongue searched and tasted slowly.

A rush of joyous pleasure filled you at the wet, warm, soft sensation. You moved your hips and his tongue moved with you, sucking, licking at a slow, relaxed pace.

The women in your life had never told you about this. Why had nobody told you about this?

He broke away from you, asking breathlessly, “Good?”

“Good, good, so good, oh my god, so good,” you squealed, looking between your legs and Chadwick gave you a proud smile, his chin glossy with your juices.

Your balance gave out at the moment he reconnected with your body, this time burrowing his stiffened tongue as deep in your pussy as he could.

Your mind went blank at the new sensation and you became ruled only by instinct. How to get closer, deeper, more. Fucking his mouth, you took all he gave, becoming addicted to the obscene thrill every time your clit bumped against his nose.

The impossible started to happen. That tightening feeling began and you made it known, sounding almost surprised when you moaned, “oh god, I think I’m gonna come….” With renewed excitement, Chadwick dragged you across his mouth, racing you there.

“Oh my godohmygodohmygod” you begged, and he didn’t let up for a second while you screamed and shuddered. His hands kept you upright as his tongue hungrily cleaned you, drinking down all of your cream, until you were exhausted and limp.

“Come here,” he guided your hips and you were grateful to lay your body down. You stretched over his, where you could finally relax your weary muscles.

You did something that felt completely natural. Instead of resting your head on his chest, you paused, hovering above him, before planting your lips directly onto his.

He was slow at first to respond as you ravenously cleaned off your own taste from his lips and chin. He chuckled a bit at your excitement, and you ended up kissing his teeth a few times as his lips stretched into a smile while yours did the same.

It was a struggle to pull away, but you eventually did, falling to his side in a daze.

Chadwick shifted his hand over the prominent bulge in his pants and squeezed.

The fact he’d barely been touched while you’d just had one of the best orgasms of your life seemed unacceptable.

You lifted your hand towards him, but it was stopped in mid-air.

“Don’t,” he warned through gritted teeth, and your hand flinched in his vice-like grip. “Don’t.”

“Why not?” Your pouty half-smile went unnoticed. Chadwick had screwed his eyes shut, breathing carefully.

He shook his head side to side and gently placed your hand back on the mattress, next to you.

“Next time.”

A thrill shot through you at the thought of a next time and all the promise those two words held.

You both agreed that it was best if you got dressed and went home. You fished around in the dark room for your clothes while Chadwick stood, shifting to conceal the raging erection he was no doubt going to service the moment you were gone.

He walked ahead, flicking on the lights to help find your jacket and still-damp umbrella. The silence between you was surprisingly comfortable.

“So… let’s meet again tomorrow?” You grinned, standing in the door frame.

With a cocky smile, he narrowed his eyes at you. “You’ll be back here again tonight and we both know it.”

He was so annoyingly confident. And he was also right.

"You wish.” You rolled your eyes jokingly as you opened your umbrella.

But you both knew you’d be back.

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The Wedding Pact 4

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

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

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

“Nobody wanted me!”

“Damnit May! This isn’t about you!”

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

“Hi..”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How dare you!”

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

“I will not have Chadwick leaving my daughter!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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