#chadwick boseman fluff

[boozenboze]

Male reader x T’challa

Side note-Reader is a Top and is Dominant

-This is based off of the Black Panther movie -M/n = You

Females She/Her and She/They DNI

Imagine

Digging your way out of the debris of the fallen building. The same building you and your boyfriend had been in, where his father was giving a speech. You struggled to stand up due to the pressure that was once bestowed on your legs. Your eyes jolted from one place to another, trying to find the prince of Wakanda. The sound of debris being moved immediately caught his attention. A feeling of relief went through him as he saw his lover pushing himself up from the rubble. He used whatever energy he had left in him to pull him up, to which the male gripped onto him.

“Are you okay?” The e/c eyed male asked as he cupped the princes face. T’challa muttered something before his eyes widened.

"I-i'm fine...wait where is my father?!” T’challa responded with sudden concern in his tone. The both of you turned to where the King had last been seen, and there he was. Laying there with no signs of survival being shown.

T'challa stumbled towards his now deceased father and began to hug him, rocking back and forth after realizing he was gone. M/n didn''t know what to do, all he could do at the moment was wrap his arms around T'challa as they both mourned the loss of the king.

Imagine

Wrapping your arms around T’challa, as you both admire the beauty of Wakanda. The mission you had been on was relatively easy, but T'challa was still worried. Either way, he was glad that they both came out all right. Nakia was also doing well, and you were both happy to see one another. Their was a comfortable silence between the two of you as Okoye announced that you were home. Going through the illusion that covered your nation was something that had never gotten old to the T'challa. The loss of the previous king still weighed heavy on their hearts, but that was all part of grief. It was time to look forward now and see where this change would bring you. M/n took a glance at T'challa's face, seeing how he looked lost.

"You know, if your so nervous about becoming the King I could just challenge you and take that place." M/n said with devious smirk on his face, as the Prince looked back at him with an unamused expression.

"Oh please, you wouldn't be able to handle it..." T'challa said in a sarcastic tone of voice. Nakia and Okoye listened in on their conversation as they approached the Citadel.

"Well...even if that is the case there's always one thing that I know how to handle." The h/c haired male said with a smug look on his face.

"Oh? And what would that be?" T'challa asked in curiosity as the other man looked him up and down before winking, proceeding to walk towards the exit. T'challa froze again like he did not so long ago, he felt his face heating up at his lovers comment before following close behind him. He held his head low to cover the look of embarrassment on his face. Nakia and Okoye gave each other a look before following the two, both wondering how T'challa met someone like you.

Imagine

Being in the lab with Shuri, helping her with T’challa’s new suit. He had became King, and you were very proud for him. Although, it did feel like hell having to watch him get stabbed by M’baku’s staff. Shuri had brought up the new suit for her brother to test out to which he did. When his attack was absorbed Shuri had started recording which led to T'challas confusion.

"M/n ,....why is she recording..?"

"Research purposes...?"M/n replied in faux confusion. T'challa squinted and eyed the both of them before striking the suit in the same spot. The release of the kinetic energy sent the king flying, which caused the two who were preasent to laugh.

“Delete that right now!” T’challa demanded as you and Shuri laughed at the footage that had been recorded. You helped him stand up but he gave you a fake glare. You couldn’t help but kiss him on the cheek which caused him to push you away with a smile on his face.

“Ah come on you can’t stay mad at me~.” M/n teased as T’challa looked away in embarrassment.

“Aw..my brother is blushing.” Shuri said with a wide smile as T’challa rolled his eyes.

“Shut up Shuri....”

Imagine

Sharing a heated kiss with T’challa, which led to him being under you. His hand was buried in the h/c haired males scalp as he moaned at the feeling of M/n’s lips being against his skin.

“You enjoying yourself my King~?” M/n asked as he slowly palmed his hardening cock through his pants. The dark skinned male could only whimper in response as the s/c skinned male began to play with his nipples. The King arched his back in response which made him moan. M/n pulled away to which T’challa stared at him through lust filled eyes.

“W-why’d you stop.” T’challa asked as he watched M/n grab a small bottle of lube.

“Well....I don’t think either of us would enjoy seeing you in pain.” M/n said softly as T’challa stared up at him with a softened expression, the once heated moment turned into something more gentle. T’challa used one of his free hands to place it on M/n’s cheek, pulling the male into a short but meaningful kiss. He gave him a droopy smile before M/n guided one of his hands towards the other mans penis. M/n began to give the Kings cock long strokes before using the thumb technique, while his other hand grabbed the small bottle.

T’challa’s hands gripped onto the sheets, breathy moans escaping his mouth as M/n poured a generous amount of lube onto his fingers. He slowly circled T’challa’s rim before pushing a finger into him. The man beneath him hissed at the intrusion as M/n stared down at him.

M/n held T’challa’s cock in a gentle grip as he began to thrust his finger in and out. The stinging sensation turned into something blissful as the King moaned in pleasure.

“More...-ah! Please...?”

“Patience my love, you'll get what you want.”

Imagine

Wakng up early in the morning, the sun not even being out as the moonlights rays shined. T'challa's head was laid on your chest, his steady breathing indicating that he was in a deep sleep. You smile and checked the time seeing that it was barely 2 am. Your session lasted for about 4 rounds before T'challa had to tap out. Despite you being the dominant one of the relationship, it seemed that he would be using his title as King to give you orders of what to do. You stretched for a moment, leaving T'challa to lay on one of his many pillows. M/n sighed and was about to stand up when he heard a grunt behind him.

"Where are you going....what time is it..? T'challa questions as M/n ran a hand through his h/c hair.

"I was gonna go take a walk, didn't expect you to wake up." M/n said with a nervous smile making its way upon his features. T'challa sat up and pulled M/n by the arm, signalling for him to lay back down.

"I didn't feel your warmth anymore so I couldn't sleep." T'challa explains as he turned so that his back was facing M/n. The male that was mentioned smirked and pulled the covers over the both of them. He wrapped his arms around T'challa's waist and pulled him closer to him. The king hummed in content as he closed his eyes, now being able to bask in his boyfriends warmth once again.

[pantherastevens]

His Sunshine in the Darkness: I'm Safe in Her Heart

Back again with anotha' one. Welcome to His Sunshine in the Darkness Part Two!

Here is where things start picking up. You should already have idea of what's about to go down in this chapter so I'm not even gonna hold y'all.

Here's Part One, in case any of you guys missed it!

Enjoy!

Warnings: Main Character Death

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Everything was going so well for Miles... until it wasn't.

It all happened so fast. It was the start of summer, Miles' sophomore year becoming nothing more than a distant sweet memory. His dad left for work that morning, along with his mom. One of the last things he told him,

"Have a good day at work, papá. I love you." Jefferson smiled that good-natured smile, hugging his son in his famous bear hugs as the boy laughed at his antics.

"Will do, son. I love you too." And he was out the door with a large hand around his mom's waist.

That was the last time he'd seen him so alive.

The next time Miles would see his dad was in the hospital, lying on the bed with his mother weeping over his body. He and Uncle Aaron stood behind her. He felt the weight of his tío's hand on his shoulder while he rubbed his mamá's heaving back.

It was the only thing teetering him to this Earth. The only thing that was keeping him mentally here. He could feel the memories of what had happened earlier that led him to this point.

Seeing the building collapse from the window of his room.

Turning on the news to see his dad's body placed in an ambulance.

Reading the news headline, "NYPD Captain in Critical Condition After Saving A Little Girl From Building Collapse."

Seeing Uncle Aaron on the other side of the door, telling Miles they were going to the hospital to see his dad.

Clinging onto Uncle Aaron as he sped through the streets on his motorcycle, silently praying for his dad to be alright.

Hearing his dad's final words as he stood on Death's doorstep. 

"I will always love you, Rio. You're... the love of my life. Aaron, despite... despite our differences, you'll always... always be my baby brother. Take... take care of Rio and Miles for me, yeah? And... Miles... you'll always be my son. My pride... and joy. P-Panthera... is a good girl for you... she'll t-take care of your heart like your mom has done for me... Just know that... Whatever... you choose to do, I-I know you'll be great at it. I... I believe in you. Never forget that... I love all of you... I love you..."

The sound of the heart monitor flatlining in time with his dad's final confession and the limpness on his hand on all of theirs was deafening. 

Just like that... Jefferson Morales was gone. Taking part of his family's heart with him to the great beyond.

The next few days felt like a blur. The most Miles remembers was watching the news, trying to understand why.

Why he now had to grow up with a father. Why his mother had to continue on this journey called life without her husband. Why his uncle had to bury his older brother so damn soon.

Why. Why? Why?!

The answer? A premeditated plan made by some unknown gang. Since being sworn into his position, Jeff had to deal with the steady rise in crime in Brooklyn. He has done a great job thus far, which made criminals hate him even more. What is the best way to solve the problem?

Get rid of him by any means necessary.

The statement left in his dad's office at the station by said gang about his demise said that much.

That stuck with Miles.

While everyone else was enjoying their summer, Miles spent his time rotting away in his bed. His normally pristine room was a wreck from the rage fit he had when he returned from the hospital.

Plenty of his classmates had stopped by the apartment to offer their condolences, but Miles could barely remember who showed up. Miles never felt more out of touch with reality in his short life.

Uncle Aaron and his mother worked together to put together the funeral. Miles never questioned his tío on how he managed to get the funds to pay for everything, and neither did his mother, who was just grateful to have the funds in the first place.

Then the day came. 

Miles was awake in the wee hours of the morning, sightlessly staring up at the ceiling. The boy knew he was nowhere ready to face it.

The physical manifestation that his dad was never coming back.

But he knew he had to.

The mother and son showered, ate breakfast, and dressed in their respective black dress and suit in silence. They went to the local church early so his mother could ensure everything was in order. Miles sat on the steps outside. Aaron arrived soon after, patting the boy on the shoulder, who nodded in acknowledgment, before heading inside to ensure his sister-in-law didn't stress herself even more.

Soon, it was time for the funeral to start. He, his mom, and Uncle Aaron stood towards the church entrance. A lot of Miles' classmates and their parents showed up. Some of his teachers too. Some old friends from his old school showed up. A lot of his dad's coworkers came as well. Members of his mom's side of the family showed up, at least who could on such short notice. Uncle Aaron and his mom did handle most of the conversations. Miles just nodded in acknowledgment. 

Until she showed up.

Miles always considered Panthera to be an angel. But he didn't expect her to come to her to come as one. 

While everyone, including his family, showed up wearing black, she and her father, whom Miles finally had the opportunity to meet, showed up in white with white face paint adorning their features.

Miles felt a bit of himself return to reality for the first time since the hospital.

Panthera had left Brooklyn with her dad to visit Oakland just a few days before his dad passed away. He texted her what happened, which led to a late-night FaceTime call with her comforting him. A part of him desperately wanted her to be there with him, hold him, and comfort him. But he knew that she couldn't. When she promised to be there for the funeral, it eased his bleeding heart for the night.

Seeing her physically in front of him was like a breath of fresh air after being underwater for so long...

Miles finally tuned in to the conversation being had between the adults.

"No disrespect or anything, Eric, but um... why white," Aaron asked as he took in the outfits of the young man he helped years ago and his daughter.

"It's customary in our culture to wear white to funerals," Eric answered easily. Aaron raised a brow at this but accepted this.

"Well, thank you for coming and honoring my husband in your unique way, Mr. Stevens and Panthera. Your... Your support means a lot," Rio spoke up, her voice shaky. Eric squeezed her hand.

"Please, call me Eric. And, of course. I'm sorry I never got to meet the man himself, but from Panthera has told me about him... it sounds like he was an amazing man and an incredible father..." Eric's eyes focused on Miles. "I know what it's like to lose a dad. Just know you're always welcome in our home if you ever need it..." With a pat on the boy's shoulder, Eric entered the church. Panthera was about to follow her father when someone grabbed her hand. She turned to find Miles' eyes nervously searching her own.

"I... C-Could you sit next to me during the service, gatita?" Panthera's brows nearly kissed her hairline at the sudden request. She wasn't family, so she had no real reason to be with them...

...but she could see that Miles wanted her to be by his side. No... needed her to be by his side.

"...If it's alright with your mother and uncle, then sure," she said softly. The pair turned to Rio and Aaron, who were already observing the exchange. Rio gave the girl a watery smile, hugging the girl tightly.

"Of course, you can. We already consider you to be family, mija. Please, sit with us." Panthera hugged the grieving widow back.

"Then it will be my honor..."

Soon, the group entered the church to start the service.

Aaron acted as Rio's pillar of support, and Panthera acted as Miles' as they made their way down the aisle. Panthera sent a silent look to her Baba, who seemed to understand that she would be with family rather than with him. His eyes softened at the boy walking beside her, knowing he needed a friend, and Eric was proud that Panthera could be that friend. Miles had a death grip on Panthera's arm as they walked through the pews with people staring at them. Luckily, his precious gatita didn't seem to mind, rubbing his arm soothingly as she offered her quiet support. Soon they were finally in front of the casket.

An open casket.

From the side, Jeff looked as if he was sleeping. It's not until you get closer you see the enormous gash on the other side of his head. The suit concealed his other injuries well.

Still, the sight of his body was enough to break Aaron, Miles, and Rio into tears. Miles couldn't cry for days. Upon hearing the news of his father's condition, the numbness he felt seeped into his bones and nervous systems, stifling all other emotions.

But now? It was like the floodgates were broken, splintered into millions of tiny, unfixable pieces. He collapsed on his knees alongside his mother, crying for a man long gone. Aaron stared at his brother's face as he held his grieving widow, tears running down his angular face like neverending waterfalls. Panthera's comforting arms found their way around Miles' shoulders, a few tears escaping her eyes into his hair.

"I'm here, Mi. Let it all out. I'll still be here..."

The service soon started after Miles and his family calmed down. A slideshow of Jeff throughout his life played on a projector in the background. A choir sang. Tears were shed. And the sermon was preached. Miles felt himself zone in and out until the preacher focused on him specifically, bringing him back with sharp focus.

"For the Bible says in Romans 13 verse 4, "...if you do wrong, be afraid, for he does not bear the sword in vain. For he is the servant of God, an avenger who carries out God's wrath on the wrongdoer." Young man... Your father died protecting this city and its citizens. I'm sure one of the things he taught you was to follow your conscience... in an often cruel world. Trust in that. Trust and believe in your heart that the criminals who took him away will face judgment."

Miles felt something twist in his chest as he looked at the preacher, giving a slow nod. Aaron didn't have to look to know that his nephew was glancing at him periodically as the preacher continued his message.

He knew there was gonna be a talk later.

When the man was done, it was time for those who wanted to share a few last words to take a stand and go to the front of the church.

Rio gave a heartfelt speech about her husband and how they spent many happy years together in their marriage.

Uncle Aaron talked about their childhood and how even though Jeff was a pain in the neck to him, he'll always be his older brother and will always love him as such.

Some of Jeff's coworkers spoke on his leadership, his love for the law, and his heart always wanting to serve and protect those who needed it most.

It took Miles a bit of courage to go up, but with reassuring hugs from his family and Panthera, he made his way to the podium. He shared how much of a loving, caring, doting, protective, and goofy dad he was—reminiscing on all the good, bad, and ugly times in their relationship. How much he loves him, even then, as he gazes at his dad's coffin.

"I remember the last thing I told you was 'I love you.' And... only God knows h-how glad I-I am that was the last thing I ever s-said to you. I know there were t-times wh-where we d-didn't see eye to eye, b-but you were still m-my dad at the e-end of the day... a-and I was still your s-son. I-I hope you're a-at peace, d-dad.Te quiero... te quiero mucho papá..." The boy couldn't hold back his tears, sobbing into the sleeve of his suit jacket. The boy couldn't see past his tears as he staggered away from the podium. Luckily, he didn't need to see.

He felt Panthera's familiar embrace wrap around his waist, silently urging him to lean on her as she led him back to their assigned bench. The girl silently handed him off to his mother, who immediately wrapped him in her arms and kissed his forehead. Through his sobs, he heard the preacher ask for one more person to come up before they ended, and much to his surprise, Panthera gracefully turned on heel and made her way back up to the podium.

She pulled the wireless mic from the stand before turning her attention to address the crowd.

"Hello, everyone. My name is Panthera Stevens. A close friend of Miles Morales... I had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Morales towards the end of my freshman year. Upon our first meeting, I could see how fiercely he loved. How he would tenderly gaze at Mrs. Morales. How warmly he would watch Miles speak about our experiences and interactions. How welcoming he was to me, curious and willing to open his home to someone his son befriended. Since then, I have spent much time with the family. They made me feel as if I was family. He spoke to me as if I was a daughter than just a friend of his beloved son. I could see where Miles got his heart from..." The family gazed up at the girl in awe as she spoke. Her eyes were sparkling with unshed tears, but her voice remained steady and resolute. Panthera's warm gaze lingered on the trio.

"What happened to Jefferson Morales was sudden, tragic, and heartbreaking. I know... I know it may seem as if this is the end of life, but I beg to differ. You see... in my culture, my father's culture, my grandfather's culture... death is not the end. It's more of a... stepping-off point. You reach out with both hands, and Bast and Sekhmet... they lead you to the green veld where you can run forever. We celebrate the life the person lived on this plane and the start of their new one in the plane beyond, which is why we dress in white. He may not be here with us physically, but he will always live in the hearts he touched while he was here. If the family permits, I love to sing one song in his honor and memory." Rio nodded to the girl, giving a weepy smile. 

A member rushed up to the front; one quick conversation was all needed before sprinting away.

Soon the instrumental of the song played through the stereo system.

"Stand if you would like. Mr. Morales... Jeff, this for you..."

If you were to ask Miles to describe Panthera's voice in one word, he would say "passionate." He's heard her sing many times before, but this time...

It was like she was pouring out everything within her to sing this song in front of everyone. To say the words his father could no longer say for himself. From the corner of his eye, he could see his mother clasp both hands over her heart, beaming despite her heartache. Aaron's eyes shimmered with pride, happy to see his brother's philosophy performed so beautifully by a girl he would've loved to see become his daughter-in-law. Panthera approached the family, a ghost of a smile could be seen on her lips.

"I just want them to know..." 

She grasped Aaron's large hand with her small one, squeezing comfortingly, "That he gave his all, did his best..."

Panthera moved on to Rio, hugging her briefly but fiercely, "Brought people some happiness..."

She stopped in front of Miles, cupping the back of his neck so he could rest his forehead against hers for a moment. His teary tawny eyes met her warm expresso ones. "Left this world a little better just because..."

The girl turned to face the closed casket, a single tear escaping her eye. "He was here..."

Panthera sang the song's final lines with all she had, laying a single hand over the smooth wood of the casket as she sang the last line. When she finished, the crowd burst into tearful applause, but she wasn't paying them any mind. Her gaze remained focused on the closed lid that hid its occupant from sight.

"Rest in Power, Jefferson Morales..."

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The funeral procession made its way to the cemetery. Panthera and Eric ended up riding with the family at the insistence of Rio and Aaron. The adults were talking amongst themselves while Miles held onto Panthera in silence. Panthera mindlessly rubbed Miles' neck as his face was hidden in hers.

"You okay, Mi," she asked softly, not wanting to draw too much attention to them. She felt him nod, lips brushing against her sensitive skin.

"Just wanna hold you..." The girl let out a mute chuckle, relaxing further in the boy's arms, much to his delight.

"Of course, anything for you..."

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The burial was a quick affair. When the time came to lay Jeff to rest, everyone was emotionally haggard. When everyone threw in their choice of flowers, Panthera and Eric threw in a single Black-Eye Susan.

Eric and Panthera silently crossed their arms over their chests as the dirt was thrown to cover the coffin.

"Phumla ngoku, joni," Eric whispered. Panthera felt her bottom lip wobble but stood strong alongside her Baba.

"Enkosi ngenkonzo yakho... siyakuthanda," she said quietly.

It was finished. 

Here Lies Jefferson Morales: Father, Husband, Brother, Hero.

Rest in Peace...

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It's been about two hours after the funeral and burial, and Miles hasn't moved from his position on the couch for about an hour and a half. Aaron had stepped out for a while, promising to return by dinner. His mother had decided to take some time to sleep before deciding on dinner.

It would most likely be takeout again. Rio Morales hasn't had the energy to cook since Jeff died. The most she'll do is figure out what her son and brother-in-law were in the mood for and go from there.

Miles was mulling over what he could possibly eat tonight when there was a knock on the door. The boy huffed from his position on the couch, not in the mood to deal with any more people for the day. Whoever it was seemingly didn't get the message and knocked again, more insistently. Miles glared tiredly at the barrier, hoping the person would get the hint and go away.

Soon his phone started to ring. LOUDLY.

The song "Hide" played through the phone speakers, immediately alerting Miles of who was calling him.

Panthera.

The boy scrambled to answer the call.

"P-Panthera," he asked slowly, confused as to why she was calling.

"Mi! I know you're inside, get off your ass and open the door before my arms give out!" Miles didn't need to be told twice, as he could literally hear her annoyance over the phone and outside his front door.

He met with the sight of Panthera and his father holding bags and containers. The pair were dressed down, wearing matching black wife beaters, gray sweats, and black socks with black Nike slides.

Miles blinked owlishly as he moved back to make room for the duo to enter his home (shoes off, of course) and head to the kitchen.

"Not be rude or anything, but... why are you two here," Miles asked as they set everything down on the counter or on the floor. Eric gave the boy a smirk.

"Your mom has mentioned to Panthera in passing how you all have been eating takeout more often than an actual home-cooked meal. My little girl has taken it upon herself to change that and make dinner for you all." Panthera glared playfully at her father, smacking his chest.

"Not little," she mumbled, completely ignoring how she was the shortest of the group. Miles and Eric chuckled, choosing not to comment on it.

"Sure, gatita. Thank you for Panthera... for everything." The girl spared a glance at her friend, finding a tired, vulnerable, yet grateful expression on his face. She sent him a small smile.

"Think nothing of it, Mi. Now go to sleep. You look half dead," she said, shooing the boy away. The boy let out a tired chuckle, leaning over to brush a sleepy kiss on the girl's temple before he went on his way. Eric raised a brow at that.

"Baby girl?" Panthera looked up to her father, who had a thoughtful look.

"That boy Miles... do you think he likes you more than just a friend," Eric quietly asked, not wanting to be overheard. 

'I love you, mi vida...' Panthera cleared her throat, pulling the produce she'll need for the recipe she had in mind for tonight.

"What makes you say that," she asked instead, cleaning off the veggies in the sink. A hand landed on her shoulder, forcing the girl to acknowledge her father's presence.

"I'm serious, Panthera. I know he's grieving the loss of his father, and it's wonderful that he has someone like you in his corner. He seems really comfortable with you to be considered just a friend..." Panthera pursed her lips, mulling over her next words.

"...It wouldn't surprise me if he liked me like that... I like him too, Baba. Very much," Panthera whispered, glancing at the slumbering boy on the family couch. Eric could see the soft look in his daughter's eyes as she looked at him. She didn't have to admit this to him. Eric knew Panthera loved the boy. And he could see Miles' love for her, clear as day whenever he looked at her...

But there was something there. Something... darker...

Maybe it was just Eric, but he could see a bit of himself in Miles. He lost his father when he was a young boy, having to witness his body grow colder and colder until nothing but a shell remained. He had to grow up alone. All Eric wanted was to be seen. 

To be heard. 

To be loved. 

But he was left alone, unable to get into contact with the people who seemingly rejected his father—rejected him. 

If he had someone like his daughter in his corner, he would've done anything and everything to keep them in his life. 

Even if it meant getting rid of others that stood between him and his person.

He would burn it all if it meant that one person who showed their love to an unfortunate soul such as himself would stay, be with him, and continue to love him. All because he loved them.

And if they didn't... well... they would have forever to learn to love him again, now wouldn't they?

Eric mentally shook off that last thought and looked at his daughter, who was looking up at him, those dark eyes peering curiously into his own.

"I know you do, inkosazana yam encinci. Anybody would be lucky enough to have your love... just be careful." Eric watched as Panthera's brows pinched in confusion.

"What do you mean, Baba..." Eric sighed, gazing at the occupant in the next room over.

"Love is a powerful emotion. It could empower you, give you purpose, and make this thing called life all the more worth it... but sometimes, it can change one's moral compass. Make them wanna do anything and everything to keep it close. People do unexplainable things when they're in love... I just want to know that the person that falls in love with my little girl can make her happy the same way she makes them happy. Freely..." Panthera hugged her father.

She wasn't entirely sure what to make of his words, but she knew that there was a reason behind it all. Maybe he'll explain it more when she's older...

"I'll do my best to be careful, Baba. Ndiyakuthandana," she mumbled into his broad chest. The man hugged her back, squeezing her.

"Nam ndiyakuthanda..." He kissed her forehead.

"I have to go now. I have another job tonight. You going to be okay," Eric asked softly. Panthera nodded.

"I'll be fine, Baba, I know things are getting worse ever since Mr. Morales died, but you took a lot of precautions to make sure I can defend myself if necessary. Hopefully, I can get home before it gets too late, but if not, I'll see if I could spend the night here and go home in the morning," Panthera said. Eric nodded. It wasn't the first time Panthera had spent the night at the Morales household, so either way, Eric can trust she'll be in good hands.

"Okay. Bye, baby girl, see you soon..." The girl followed her dad to the front door.

"Bye, Baba, see you later."

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Miles awoke to the smells of rich spices and seasoned meat a few hours later. The boy blinked blearily, eyes catching sight of Panthera cooking and dancing to the music playing through his portable speaker in the kitchen. Miles sighed dreamily as he watched his little wife-

I mean girlfriend-

I MEAN, FRIEND!

Yes, friend, make herself more comfortable in his home. It seemed so natural for Panthera to be there. God, what he would give to have something like this every day...

Panthera turned around, finding Miles' sleepy grin there to greet her. She smiled.

"Hey there, sleepyhead. How are you," she cooed, walking over to the couch. The Afro-Latino immediately sat up, pulling the girl into his lap before she could try to find open space on the couch. Panthera raised a brow at this.

"Mi, I'm not a teddy bear, you know," she drawled as Miles nuzzled her neck.

"Mmm... yes, you are. You're my teddy bear," he mumbled, pressing his lips against her throat as if to imprint those words onto her skin. Panthera chuckled, trying to pull Miles out of his hiding place only for him to let out a whine of complaint. 

"Nooooooo..." She could partially feel his pout.

"C'mon, Mi, let me up. I need to double-check to see how the food's doing." As if on cue, Miles' stomach let out a loud growl. Panthera laughed freely, knowing the boy was blushing.

"C'mon, you can come with me, and we'll see if I can feed the beast from within," she teased, poking his belly. The boy let out a disgruntled grumble before releasing the girl, simpering happily as she held his hand to lead him into the kitchen. 

"Smells amazing, gatita. What're you making," Miles asked as he watched Panthera taste-test the dish.

"Injera, Doro Wat, and Gomen, it's Ethiopian Spicy Chicken Stew and Collard Greens served a Flatbread," Panthera said offhandedly, leaning into Miles' embrace when she felt his arms make themselves at home around her waist. Miles rested his head on the girl's shoulder, curious.

"Want a bite," Panthera offered. After a small nod, Panthera guided a forkful of chicken dipped in sauce into the boy's awaiting mouth. The boy let out a happy moan at the series of flavors exploding on his tongue.

"Ohmygod," he groaned, squeezing the girl. Panthera smiled at the reaction.

"Good," she asked, even though she already knew the answer.

"Mhmmmm... I'm so marrying you so I can have this for the rest of my life," he said. Panthera burst out laughing. Little did the girl know that Miles was being dead serious.

"Relax, Mi. I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. Plus, we're still years away from even thinking about that," Panthera chuckled, plating the food.

"Can you go set the table and wake up your mother? I'll finish plating everything and wash the rest of the dishes." Miles nodded, kissing Panthera's cheek before wandering off. The girl paused a bit, blushing.

'That felt... oddly romantic? I mean, we did almost kiss at his dad's party, but it's not like either of us has really made a move since then. What changed? Could Baba really be onto something here?'

Before the girl could think harder on the matter, she heard the front door open and close, hearing Aaron announcing his presence.

"Umalume! Just in time for dinner," she smiled. The older man looked surprised to see her, similar to Rio, as she groggily trailed behind her son, who immediately helped his friend set the plates on the table.

"Hello, Mrs. Morales. I hope you managed to get some rest." Rio blinked at the table arrangement before on Panthera's shy smile.

"Hello, Panthera and I did, thank you. Wh... What is all this?" Panthera's smile brightens a little.

"After you told me that your family hasn't had a real home-cooked meal since Mr. Morales' passing, I got my Baba to take me to the supermarket and brought some food prep from home to make you all something." A slow smile spread on Rio's lips as she hugged the girl.

"Oh, mija, thank you. You've been a literal angel throughout this time, and I can't be more grateful that Miles has someone like you in his corner. Muchas gracias querida." PAnthera hugged the woman back, heart full.

"Of course, Mrs. Morales. You've all been through a lot. This is the least that I can do," Panthera said. Rio pulled back, hands firmly on Panthera's shoulders as she looked the girl squarely in her eyes.

"Please, mija. Call me Rio. I meant what I said today when I said that we consider you to be family. You are family, Panthera." The girl teared up a bit but smiled, nodding her understanding.

"Okay, Rio. Now come, best to eat while it's still warm." Panthera urged the family to find a seat at the table, taking a seat by a heart-eyed Miles.

Rio and Aaron sent each other a silent look.

'She's good for him.'

'Yeah, she is.'

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The Morales/Davis family finished dinner with full bellies and content smiles. They complimented the girl on her culinary skills, who accepted the praise with a blush. Panthera offered to take care of the dishes, which was vehemently rejected by Miles.

"You've done so much today, muñeca. Lemme do this for you." Then proceeds to kiss her cheek in front of his mother and uncle. You could cook on an egg of Panthera's face with how hot her cheeks were burning. Rio and Aaron only smiled secretly, chuckling at the two teens.

As soon as Miles was done, they all sat and chatted, occasionally laughing and joking with each other. Panthera soon looked down at her phone, staring in shock at the time.

"Bast! I didn't realize how late it was getting! I need to go home," Panthera exclaimed, standing up and patting her pockets to ensure she had everything. Miles felt his heart drop to his stomach.

Panthera squeaked when she suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around her, pulling her into a solid chest. Miles buried his face in the crock of her neck, not caring if his mamá y tío could see him and Panthera like this.

"Miles-"

"Stay." Panthera shivered as the single word was whispered right next to her ear.

"I probably really should try-" Rio interjected.

"No, please, Panthera. Stay the night. Walking the streets alone is too dangerous, especially since crime has been increasing nearly every day." Panthera looked into the pleading eyes of Rio before turning to Aaron.

"Umalume, can't you walk me home? You know I don't live that far from you," Panthera tried. Aaron sighed.

"Sorry, lil cub, but Rio is right. I've been caught in a couple of fights just trying to get home. I don't want to risk you being caught up in that." Panthera pursed her lips in thought. It wasn't until Miles turned her around and cupped her face in his hands.

"Please, gatita. I don't want to lose another person. I can't lose another person in my life. Especially not you. You mean too much to me. Please, stay... I need you..." Damn it, if the vulnerable look in those tawny brown eyes didn't seal it for her, his words did.

"...okay, I'll stay. I'll take the guest bedroom..." Panthera's question trailed off when she noticed the semi-sheepish look on Aaron's face.

"Sorry, Panthera, but I've kinda been using it." The girl smiled at the man, silently reassuring him. 

"No worries then, I could take the couch-"

"No, the heck you not!"

"Absolutely not, mija!"

The girl looked at mother and son with an exasperated expression.

"Then what do you suggest," she huffed. Miles was quick to respond.

"You could sleep in my room. It's not like you haven't done so before." Panthera glanced at Rio, silently asking if that was okay. Rio smiled and nodded.

"Just keep the door open, you two~!"

"RIO!" "MAMÁ, PLEASE!"

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After a quick and embarrassing escape, a change of clothes, and a quick night routine, Panthera and Miles lay side by side in the dark room. Miles, in his wife beater and gym shorts, couldn't help but admire Panthera in his clothes.

He gave her one of his old t-shirts that swallowed her frame, reaching her thighs. She rejected the shorts he tried giving her, claiming too much clothing makes it harder for her to sleep at night. He didn't put up much of a fight, finding the view she provided quite enticing. He wanted nothing more but to reach out and caress those brown thighs...

"You can come closer, you know," he quietly stated, drawing random shapes on her arm. Panthera blushed.

"You sure? Wouldn't that seem..." The boy raised a brow, waiting for the girl to finish her sentence.

"Intimate?" The boy blinked before giving a little shrug.

"I mean... it would. But I wouldn't mind that... do you?" Panthera chewed on her bottom lip, mulling over her answer.

"I... I don't mind either..." Miles smiled, tugging on the girl's waist to pull her closer. The boy even went as far as to rest one of her legs on his hip.

"Mmm, comfy," Miles asked, finding Panthera's eyes in the dark. The girl nodded, unable to get her voice to work without it coming out as a high pitch squeak. Miles chuckled, kissing her forehead.

"Heh, so freaking cute. Goodnight, gatita. Sweet dreams."

"Goodnight, Mi. Sweet dreams..."

The pair managed to doze off into a comfortable slumber.

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Miles stared at the beauty sitting next to him. The pair was out on top of one of the building's rooftops. The moon was out tonight, ethereal light bathing the girl in a breathtaking glow. He could see the stars twinkling in her eyes, creating a new galaxy in those dark orbs. Panthera glanced at him, noting the dazed look in Miles's eyes.

"What are you looking at, Mi," she teased good-naturely, ignoring the warmth feeling flooding her cheeks.

"You, princesa," Miles answered easily, scooting closer to the girl. He took note of the confused blink he received as he cupped her cheek.

"God, you're so beautiful, Panthera. How are you even real," Miles whispered, looking into her galaxy-decorated eyes. The girl's eyes began to cross as Miles approached her face.

"Mi...?" A shiver escaped the boy. He always loved the way that nickname sounded coming from her.

"I love you, Panthera. Te amo tanto, mi vida," Miles sighed, leaning in for a long-awaited kiss...

Only to be shoved away at the last second.

Miles' furrowed expression turned into one of fear. The disgusted look on Panthera's face, the cold look in her eyes.

"What the hell, Miles?! I don't love you like that." His heart shuddered to a stop.

"Wh-what?" The girl stood, backing away from him.

"Why would I ever love someone as needy and broken as you? Be so for real, Morales. I don't want your deranged love. Keep that shit to your fucking self." Panthera turned on her heel and ran inside the building.

"Panthera, wait! I'm sorry, please!" The boy chased after her, heart aching as she remained out of reach. The staircase seemed to go on forever as he tried racing down them.

"Leave me alone, Miles!" 

"No, gatita, please! Don't leave me, don't leave me!" Tears ran down the boy's cheeks in ragged streaks, losing sight of her. The boy took a harsh tumble as he accidentally stepped on his untied shoelaces. After an eternity of rolling, the boy reached the bottom of the staircase. He could see the exit just meters away—the door was left wide open, blowing in the seductive scent of his beloved. Miles stared into nothingness. The aches and pains going off in different parts of his body were nothing compared to the gaping hole in his chest.

He curled into himself and sobbed.

"Panthera, mi amor, mi vida... Vuelve, por favor. Te amo. Lo lamento, Lo lamento..." He begged and cried. Silently pleading for the girl to hear his cries and come through that door. To hold him and say she was sorry. That she didn't mean any of her cruel words and will never leave him...

That she will always love him.

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"...les... Mil... Mi, wake up! You're having a nightmare. Wake up, please..." Miles let out a tired moan, his swollen eyes struggling to open. His eyes struggled to focus, but slowly, he could see and worried and frantic Panthera straddling him. 

"P... Panthera," he croaked, his voice thick with sleep and unshed tears. He watched as her face morphed into one of relief.

"Oh, thank Bast, you scared me, Mi! I just slipped out to use the bathroom, and when I came back, you were shaking and crying in your sleep. You were speaking in Spanish, but you sounded so hurt, Mi," Panthera whispered frantically. She didn't want to wake Aaron or Rio with their conversation. Miles shuddered at the lingering memory of his dream, wrapping his arms around the girl, hugging her tight.

"I'm sorry I scared you, Panthera," he weakly apologized, snuggling closer to the girl's warmth. Panthera returned the embrace, running her fingers over the week-old stitch pattern of the boy's braids.

"Shhh, it's okay, Mi. I'm here, I promise," she whispered. He looked into her dark brown eyes, seeing their familiar warmth.

"Really," he asked in a small voice. As much as Miles didn't want to admit it, that dream scared him just as much as he had seen his dad's broken body on the news. The strong potential of losing someone close to his heart scared him. 

He loves the girl. He would move heaven and Earth to keep her in his life. 

He needed to know that she'll stay.

"Of course, I promise. I love you, Mi." Miles let out a shaky breath when he felt those full lips press against his clammy forehead. God, he wanna bask in this moment forever...

"I love you too, Panthera..." Miles couldn't help himself. He kissed her clothed chest, right where her heart was. Panthera allowed herself to be maneuvered to Miles' comfort. She laid on her back with his head on her chest; his ear pressed against it to hear her heartbeat. Miles' long body was nicely accommodated by the softness of Panthera's thighs over his hips. The featherlight touch over his hair and eyes coaxed the boy into a peaceful slumber.

Panthera watched as the boy slipped back into unconsciousness, her mind wired.

She wasn't expecting such a drastic reaction when she returned from using the bathroom. Miles was sleeping so peacefully when she left...

She also didn't tell Miles she heard her saying her name. She had an okay understanding of his mother tongue and could help but blush at the parts she did understand.

'Panthera, my love... please... I love you...'

She wasn't entirely sure what Miles was begging for, but whatever the dream version of her did left him with an empty, scared, and heartbroken look in his tired eyes.

Something about that look unsettled her. She never wanted to be the cause of that look; she loved Miles. She wanted him to be happy...

The girl let out a tired sigh.

'Sleepy, sleepy...'

She looked down at the boy sleeping on her chest and bit her lip.

As carefully as she could, she tilted the boy's head up. She watched fondly as his face unconsciously scrunched up and let out a whine at being moved. Only to be silenced when she gently pecked his lips. She had to suppress an amused giggle when a dopey smile crossed his face, and he snuggled up to her.

"Goodnight, Mi..."

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The rest of the year was very busy for Miles. When Panthera left that morning to go back home, and his mom went to take a shift at the hospital, he spoke to his Uncle Aaron about his "business dealings."

"Miles, I don't think it'll be a good idea-"

"Tío, please. You know I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important to me. I want to be able to protect the people I love. What if papá wasn't enough for them? What if they manage to get to mamá or even Panthera? I can't lose anyone, Uncle Aaron, I can't. I won't let those bastards get away with what they've done to my family."

"...alright, kid. Lemme take care of a few things first, and we can start...."

It took a couple of months of training and remodeling a suit, but soon Brooklyn had a new Prowler. 

The newcomer was just as good as his predecessor, if not better. And he was always in high demand.

Miles was proud of the name he had created for himself in the crime underworld. The business was doing well, so he could support his mother at home and at her job. With the extra bonuses he and his uncle received, he would save most of it, spend a little on himself, and hopefully soon, on his precious gatita.

With it being their junior year and his new mantle as Prowler, Miles had difficulty spending time with her outside of school. He missed the days when they would spend their days together, whether they drew in their respective sketchbooks or curled up on his couch watching "Spirit: The Stallion of the Cimarron" for the 50th time (it was Panthera's favorite movie, he wasn't going to deny his precious kitten anything). 

The last time they spent real time together (like for more than an hour) was toward the end of summer. School was supposed to start in less than two weeks, and Miles was still training but was about to take up his first assignment as the Prowler in just a few days. Miles had stopped by Panthera's apartment to ask her to come tagging with him. What resulted from that was a mural of his father. He remembers staring up at the smiling face of his papá. At that point, it's been over a month and a half since Jeff died. He wanted a physical reminder of what he was doing this for...

The comforting feeling of having Panthera's arms around his waist warmed his chest. Her words rang sweetly in his ears.

"Whatever you do, I know your dad would be proud of you, Miles. You will always be his pride and joy..." Miles allowed his hand to find hers, intertwining against his stomach.

"Thank you, Panthera... it means more than you know..."

In the months since then, the two would spend time in class, studying, or spending a rare Saturday together. Despite their limited time together, Panthera could clearly see the difference in Miles. The coldness in his stare. His aloofness to the majority of their classmates around him. The silent, almost predatory vibe in his stance and walk. 

He morphed from the Summer Child she knew from their freshmen and sophomore year until a Winter Soldier.

Their classmates had noticed this, some choosing to stay out of the boy's way while others flocked to him, finding this change cool and finally worthy of their attention. Guys soon began calling him their homeboy, while girls batted their eyes at him with flirtatious grins on their glossy lips.

Miles remained indifferent to this attention. Only seeking the attention of one person.

Panthera.

He knew his precious kitten never liked having so many eyes on her, and ever since he became "popular," he was hardly alone. There were a few moments when he could snag her away for a few minutes of solitude. Panthera would always find herself in the boy's lap. His arms circled around to keep her close. He would normally find his face buried in her neck or resting on her chest to listen to her heartbeat.

She was his small piece of heaven.

Miles had found his eyes straying to the couples in the halls during passing or in the lunchroom. Often times imagining himself and Panthera in the same setting. His mamá y tío have been waiting for him to finally take the leap of fate and ask her to be his, officially. 

He decided their junior year would be the start of their love story.

Neither of them anticipated how bloody of a start it would be...

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CLIFFHANGERRRRR! Sorry not sorry lol. P.S. I know the font with Miles' dream is off, I honest to God don't know what Tumblr is on.

Dedicated to @444morales and @l0v3morales

Translations:

~Spanish~

Mija : Darling

Te quiero... te quiero mucho papá : I love you… I love you so much dad

Muchas gracias querida : Thank you so much dear

muñeca : doll

Te amo tanto, mi vida : I love you so much my life

Panthera, mi amor, mi vida... Vuelve, por favor. Te amo. Lo lamento, Lo lamento... : Panthera, my love, my life… Come back, please. I love you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry…

-Xhosa-

Phumla ngoku, joni : Rest now, soldier

Enkosi ngenkonzo yakho... siyakuthanda : Thank you for your service… we love you

inkosazana yam encinci : my little princess

Baba : Father

Ndiyakuthandana : I love you

Nam ndiyakuthanda... : I love you too...

Umalume : Uncle

[buckybarnesandmarvel]

with the recent video we have of seb in the pink jumper…

imagine walking downstairs with your newborn, and you see him snuggle up on the sofa and you’re completely looking at him in awh. JUST COMPLETELY FLUFF <3

𝐀𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞?

pairings: sebastian stan x reader

warnings: nothing but fluff!

summary: ^^

a/n: such a cute request! thank you bubs!

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Your feet softly padded down the stairs as you held your newborn in your arms, her tiny snores filling the otherwise silent space.

When you got downstairs, you found Sebastian finishing the video for the Chadwick Boseman Foundation. You caught his eyes and he smiled softly before finishing the video and putting his phone back in his pocket. He reached out and made grabby hands as you let out a breathy laugh.

You walked over to him as you placed your baby girl in his outstretched arms. Seb immediately brought her to his chest, placing a hand behind her head for support. Your heart warmed at the sight as you went to join them. You placed your head by his neck, cuddling into him.

He adjusted, so one hand was wrapped around your waist, the other still holding his precious daughter, who shifted slightly in her baby pink blanket.

"You're matching," you whispered as Seb let out a quiet laugh.

A comfortable silence enveloped the three of you again, for a few minutes, before Seb spoke up.

"She's so beautiful."

"Just like her dad." You smiled.

"I was gonna say 'like her mother'."

You let out a small laugh, knowing that she looked like her dad: her bright blue eyes and rosy cheeks almost like a copy of his.

"Agree to disagree?"

Seb kissed your forehead, sweetly.

"Deal."

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[noirsfantasy]

| 𝕬𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 |

🥖Info: she/her, 21 yrs, 20021007, Libra, 5'4, African American

🥖Actors/Singers: Michael B Jordan, John Boyega, Jonathan Majors, Rome Flynn, Lakeith Stanfield, Idris Elba, Vin Diesel, Tupac, Bruno Mars, Chadwick Boseman

🥖Characters: Hobie Brown, Adonis Creed, Damian Anderson, Dominic Toretto, Roman Reigns, Fontaine, Simon Basset, Black Panther/T’challa

🥖K-pop Groups: EXO, SHINee, Monsta X, NCT 127, NCT Dream, BTS, Super M, BIGBANG, Stray Kids

🥯I love to write fluffs, they are just so wholesome. I write smuts as well, but I am still developing my skill in that area. Please bare with me lol. Angst stories are also fun for me to write, so if anyone has requests from any categories, send them my way!

🥯My stories going forward are mostly aimed toward my African American audience. Some will be written in a neutral light, but I want to add more content for my black girlies out here.

🥯Anyone wondering what will happen with my old posts, I will keep them posted. I still like to go back and see what my writing used to look like and I know there are people who enjoy those stories as well. (We stan growth over here!)

🥯Please DO NOT request anything containing incest or pedophilia (I will not write romantically about anyone under the age of 18)

🥯Please don't rush me. Period.

🥯Don't be afraid to talk to me! I'm just a regular person like you. If there is some advice you'd like to give or comments you want to make, I am open to them all. All I ask is that we keep it nice and respectful. You respect me and I'll respect you.

🥯I WILL NOT be tolerating any type of hate or rudeness on this account. (any comments along those lines will be deleted and blocked)

🥯This account is a safe place for readers to unwind and live out fantasies. More specifically, I want this to be a place for black people to be able to see fics made for them. I want to write stories that are more relatable and less stereotypical.

[rainintheevening]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

Dream Again MCU

My tribute to Chadwick Boseman, when I was struggling to deal with his death. Sweet T'Challa/Nakia, and pouring all my mixed emotions and hopes and grief into a dream she has. Written in a few hours around midnight.

This is Me (In My Eyes) MCU

Still my longest most ambitious fic, this fills in the gap between CW and IW, with Bucky's life in Wakanda. Tons of Steve too, of course (still my top bromance). There's goats, and small children, and real-world events, and Sam being awesome, and lots of h/c. I put a lot of effort into researching African cultures and weather patterns, plus the continuing flashbacks to Steve and Bucky growing up. Still very proud of this one.

Supper Table FMA

Inspired by starryeyedchar's The Meaning of Hyacinths (Roy Mustang Can't Catch a Break) AU, this is one of my dream fics. Long story short, Roy is assumed dead in place of Maes (he isn't actually) and this is Jean Havoc dreaming about his Colonel and trying to process the incredible loss. Not sure why this one is my favourites; maybe it's the country boy vibe of Jean, and the friendship between him and Breda at the end.

Sing Me Till I Fall Asleep MCU

The 24 hour lead-up to Bucky going back into cryo in Wakanda, and how he and Steve work through their feelings. Plus their first night back together six months later. Pure unashamed bro fluff. Crying, hugs, pledges of devotion, and literal sleeping together. (@nerdychristianfanboy Have you read this one yet?) My longest one-shot, coming in at 26,100 words.

Undone, Part 1 MCU

The first scene I knew I had to rewrite from Falcon & the Winter Soldier. Treating John Walker like an actual human, not letting Lemar get fridged, and letting Sam and Bucky use their strengths. I haven't written part 2 yet (it's currently mostly in text messages between me and a friend from when we were watching the show and I was starting my 'Mission: Save John Walker'), but this is a complete one-shot on its own.

Thanks, bob! Brace yourself for one coming back!

[sarahboseman]

Beautiful beautiful man ❤️ #TheNewYorkTimes

[kumkaniudaku]

Trading Places

It’s 4:15 pm, I’m at work bored and wanted to post. So here I am. Enjoy. 

Put on something nice and be ready at 8. I’m taking you out.

Chadwick stood in the center of his trailer sporting a goofy smile as he read the text on his phone in his head. 

Is this a request or a demand?

Did you see a question mark? I’ll be in your city in five hours. Don’t have me waiting. 

Equal parts shocked and impressed by the tone of the message, he decided that no response was necessary. He’d been given instructions that he felt giddy to follow. Throughout the day he would take breaks between scenes and random conversations to read each message as if it was his first time seeing them before reading the name of the sender and smiling. Work had left little time for play, but he was excited to break the monotony of his two-month stay in Chicago. 

Especially with her. 

The restless energy coursing through his veins had him dressed an hour before his date arrived and constantly pushing the curtains aside to check for any movement outside of his rental. When the clock struck 8:00 with no sign of his date, he pulled out his phone to send a cheeky message. 

Attractive but late. Gotta take off points for that.

Before he could place his phone back on the coffee table across from him, a soft buzz alerted him to a response. 

Ha, try again. Come outside before we leave to drink wine without you. 

The mention of a third person made Chadwick’s head cock back with a tinge of jealousy as he walked around the small living room to shut off electronics and move toward the door. He was expecting a night alone, not a group outing. Though he wouldn’t turn down whatever was in store, he wasn’t happy about sharing the object of his affection. 

Step into the pleasantly cool night air, his slight frown spread into a grin when he saw her posted against a jet black SUV that matched her smooth but relaxed outfit choice. 

“Took you long enough,” she hollered as she watched him cross the street with a sparkle in her eye and mirth in her voice. “I almost had the driver leave you behind.” 

“Why? So you could enjoy the night with whoever else is in the car?” 

When they were close enough to touch, Chadwick bent to join his lips with hers. 

“Jealousy looks surprisingly good on you. Don’t worry, it’s just you me and the driver tonight. I’ll keep a third in mind for next time.” 

“Where is new personality coming from?”

Declining to answer right away, Tasha opened the back passenger side door and held it open. 

“We’re trading places tonight. Now get in. No more questions.” 

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An entire night catered to him felt foreign. He hadn’t felt like the sole focus of anything not involving an on-screen performance in years. It wasn’t that he was complaining as thousands of thoughts rippled through his mind in the short ride to their destination, but he wasn’t sure how to react. Did he turn around and offer a coy smile when she opened the door for him or ordered a drink on the sidelines? How was he not supposed to go for his wallet when a monetary transaction was required? Was he being rude by not saying thank you after every gesture? 

“You need anything else? I’m around if you want another.”

“Thanks, sweetheart. I think we’re good for now. Keep the change as a tip.” CoCo flashed the sideline attendant her award-winning smile that produced an awestruck stare from the young man. When she turned to pass Chadwick the second beer in her hand, she lightly nudged his arm and laughed. “Loosen up! We’re at a Bulls playoff game! When is that gonna happen again?” 

A small laugh preceded a sip from his plastic cup, “Good point. And thank you...for the drink.” 

“If you say that again, I’m gonna have to take you home. I appreciate the thanks, but I also want you to enjoy the night. Your night.” 

He nodded to show that he understood but kept his eyes on the side of her face when she turned to observe the game. She sat relaxed in a slight slouch, silently commanding attention in a way that would be intimidating to anyone lacking the light that she possessed. He wasn’t sure how she functioned with so much power on a daily basis, but he was happy to be positioned beside her. 

Chugging the remainder of his beverage, Chadwick decided to literally roll his shoulder back, remove his jacket and loosed up to enjoy his surroundings. As the quarter rolled to the midway point, a buzzer sounded throughout the arena to signify a media timeout. 

“It’s time for your Coca-Colaaaa KISS CAM!” 

Fans not engaged in various conversations looked up at the arena’s jumbotron to watch the camera pan from couple to couple willing to display their affection for thousands of strangers. Some moments were sweet while others bordered on outrageous. 

Enthralled in a conversation that was quickly becoming sexual in nature, Chadwick and Tasha quickly forgot that with elevated social stature came unwanted attention. 

“Kiss Cam!” The first statement didn’t do much to get their attention. “Oh, c’mon! Kiss Cam!” 

Honestly, the second time around went largely unnoticed until the cheering from the crowd around them began to grow. Chadwick was the first to look up and see their faces broadcasted around the 360 screens. 

“Hey, look.” He extended his arm to direct CoCo’s attention to the screen. Initially, her eyes flickered with worry before softening into something he couldn’t decipher until she turned to face him. 

“Let’s do it.” 

“Are you serious?” 

“Hell yeah. Kiss me!” 

“Co.” 

“Fuck it, I’ll kiss you.”

Before he could react, her small hands cupped his face to bring him into a kiss. The entire arena became charged with loud cheers and whistles as they engaged in the largest public display of affection either of them would have imagined. Just as the kiss ventured into waters to graphic for the viewing audience, Chadwick pulled away with a broad smile gracing her face. She watched Tasha’s eyes remained closed for a second longer before they fluttered open to focus on his features. 

“Loose enough for you, baby? Or should we have another drink?” 

CoCo took the comment in stride and smiled. Without breaking eye contact, she lifted her hand to signal to the sideline attendant. They’d be needing that second drink sooner than she planned. 

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A few beers and a win from the home team created the kind of buzz and tension that a couple at the tail end of a date needed to wrap up the night with more than a peck at the front door. 

Hand in hand, Tasha and Chadwick walked through the sparsely populated park, enjoying the sounds of the passing city and each other’s company. They didn’t take themselves too seriously as they traded jokes about trivial matters and snuck kisses under the moonlight. The longer they walked, the louder a once distant saxophone became. 

“Yo, it’s jazz in the park,” Chadwick exclaimed, breaking contact with CoCo to point in the music’s direction. 

“You wanna go this late?” 

“Can we? For a little bit?” 

She could see the excitement in his body language as he impatiently shifted his weight on his legs. Smiling, she held out her hand to grab, giving him full permission to tug her along to the small crowd at the edge of the park. 

A few couples gathered under a covered area, bodies pressed together to move in sync to a jazz rendition of Adorn. Chadwick didn’t miss a beat as he spun Tasha in a circle and pulled her close by her waist. 

The vocalist sang a slower version of the song, making the moment feel suspended in time. This was the kind of spontaneity that characterized their time as kids ripping and running through the New York streets. A similar sense of carefree being settled over them as they spun in a slow circle in time with the music. 

“When I was 18, I met this girl with a big mouth and chicken legs. She had a million opinions about everything under the sun which I loved because she challenged me to be sure of my beliefs. So, for some crazy reason, we decided to be friends.” He felt the vibration of Tasha’s chuckle against his chest and matched it with a laugh of his own. “Now, here she is, drunk, dancing with me in the park and sporting the wedding ring I imagined giving her all those years ago.” 

After lifting her head from his chest, Tasha tilted back to look Chadwick in his eyes. They stared at each other with goofy smiles while they replayed random moments in their timeline that led to the present circumstances. 

“For the record, I’m not drunk,” Tasha spoke to reignite the conversation. 

“Well, I am. Take that for what it is.” 

Tasha’s sweet smile quickly changed to match her bedroom eyes as she trailed her finger down her husband’s chest. “Maybe we should get you back home.” 

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The quaint Chicago brownstone buzzed with muffled voices and music. Clothes lay scattered across the floor in a trail from the entrance to the bedroom leading to a spot where the air was thickest. Basking in the afterglow of adult activities, the couple lay on their backs staring up at the ceiling fan responsible for cooling their overheated bodies. 

“Is this what I do to you on date night’s,” Chadwick asked, turning his head against the pillow to look over at his wife. 

She smiled and nodded before breaking out in a small chuckle. “It’s great, huh? Being catered to for the night?”

“Hell yeah. You got it made.” 

“Mhmm,” she hummed before turning on her side to face him. “I’m gonna make sure you have it made more often. Starting with more of the last twenty minutes.”

Her lips left a trail of kisses from his shoulder to jawline until he suddenly used his body weight to press her softly into the mattress. 

“You’ve done an amazing job being me tonight, but I’m ready to get back into my role. I got some things I need to show you.”  

Both of their bodies became charged with excitement and visions of what was in store. They’d be trading places in a different sense for the rest of the night.

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As You Wish (part II)

I didn’t want to keep you guys waiting so I broke this up into three parts. This is leading up to the good stuff. it’s still kinda fluffy with a liiiittle bit of smut if you blink. i promise i’m working on the last part. i just want it to be absolutely filthy, and it’s not there yet. i promise it’ll be worth the wait. sorry for any typos!

Plot: Chadwick is getting you warmed up for a long night.

Warnings: Language, smut mentions, light smut

Kinks: Restraints, light domination

Word count: 1.1kish

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*Friday Afternoon*

You’d been distracted all day at work, anticipating the evening your lover had planned. Since Tuesday, he’d been asking you kinky questions out of the blue. “Silk or leather restraints,” “What about choking,” “Safe word,” “How do you feel about spanking?” It was driving you insane. You realized you’d awakened a sleeping dragon, and Chadwick had been waiting to pull out all the tricks. On a few evenings you’d caught him meticulously researching BDSM safety-- at least you knew you were in good hands. Your restlessness could also be attributed to your lack of sex. After Tuesday evening, Chadwick had been adamant that you two had to refrain from sex, so that your eventual orgasms would be even more powerful.

The clock finally struck 5:00 p.m., and you were the first one out of the door. You rushed to your car, and shoved your key in the ignition. As if on cue, you phone pinged--it was a message from Chadwick. ‘You’re probably rushing to get home right now...relax, love. We have all evening, and all weekend if I don’t wear you out tonight. Just drive safely. I love you.’ It’s like he always knew the right thing to say. The anxious jitters dissipated from your body, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You went to your sex playlist, and let Beyonce’s ‘Blow’ start you off on your way home.

The drive home had been leisurely, but the moment you pulled into your driveway, you felt butterflies tickling your tummy. “Here we go,” you whispered to yourself as you shut your car off. You were greeted by Marvin Gaye’s ‘Sexual Healing’ playing throughout the house. Rose petals were sprinkled on the floor, and you followed them as they led you through the house. When you reached your bedroom, Chadwick was nowhere to be seen. Your brow furrowed in confusion as you approached the petal covered bed. In the center, there was a small, white note that read, ‘shower, but don’t get dressed after, come lay face down on the bed instead. keep your eyes closed, love, you’re in my hands tonight’ You stripped quickly and hopped in the shower. After the quickest shower of your life, you dried off and did as you were told. You realized the music had been turned off, but you couldn’t remember when. Your mind was racing. ‘Where is Chadwick?’ ‘What does he have planned?’ ‘Oh God what did I get myself into?’ Your thoughts were beginning to overwhelm you.

“I swear, I can hear you overthinking,”  Chadwick’s smooth voice sliced through your anxiety. “That’s why I decided to start tonight off like this.” You heard him getting closer and closer to you. You soon felt his weight dip the bed just a little, and you tensed when his hand caressed your face. “Relax, baby,” he whispered, suddenly right next to your ear. He nibbled on it, and you inhaled sharply. He moved, and you could feel him straddling your back. His strong hands slid up and down the length of your spine lightly. “See baby, tonight is all about making you feel good. First, a massage to ease your muscles from a hard day’s work.” His hands paused, and you felt him shift. When his long, deft fingers returned, they were slick with oil.

His hands were working magic on your shoulders. He was working out every knot and kink that met his fingers. You let out an involuntary moan.

“That’s it,” Chadwick said in his deep, seductive tone. His hands moved lower, again running up and down your spine. This time he was moving much slower, more deliberately. Chadwick couldn’t help but admire your smooth, brown skin. He found himself mesmerized by how the oil made your back glisten in the dim lighting. His hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they journeyed lower. They reached your perfect, rounded ass. His fingers followed the maps made in your skin by stretch marks. He grabbed each cheek in his large palms, and he massaged in a circular motion, giving him peeks of his coveted prize between your legs. His dick was starting to take interest, and Chadwick knew he wouldn’t be able to execute his plans if he continued at this pace.

“Second,” the sound of his voice startled you out of your trance of relaxation. Chadwick lightly chuckled at your twitch. His hands continued down your legs, kneading and rubbing. “I’m going to blindfold you. Then I’m going to cuff your arms and legs to each corner of this bed, and you’re going to love it.” Your legs clenched and your pussy gushed causing Chadwick to smirk. “Are you ready?” You tried to nod. “Use your words, baby,” he demanded.

“Yes, daddy,” you moaned out. Chadwick groaned out. He slid his hands slowly back up your body, and then you felt his weight shift off the bed. He flipped you over, and your eyes flew open. You were met with Chadwick’s hungry graze.

“Did I saw you could open your eyes,” he growled out as he rushed towards you.

“Fuck,” you gasped out. Chadwick took your face into his hands.

“I’ll let it slide, this time,” he said as he pulled you face to meet his. His lips lead yours in a rough, possessive kiss. He pulled back and the two of you made eye contact that was nothing short of electric. You leaned in again for another kiss. This one was sweet yet still full of passion. Chadwick pulled back, cutting the gentle reprieve short.

“(Y/N), I love you. Tonight is for you. Say “yellow” and I’ll slow down or pause whatever I’m doing. Say “red” and the blindfold and the cuffs come off and I’m gonna make sure you’re okay. Do not hesitate to use those, baby. I want you to enjoy this okay?” he asked with such reverence and sincerity.

“Okay,” you gulped.

“Don’t be nervous. Imma take care of you. When you say you’re ready, I’ll be in total control, and we can start the fun,” he murmured as he kissed on your neck. You sucked in a huge breath and let it go.

“Alright, I’m ready,” you said. Chadwick left a quick peck on your lips before securing the blindfold around your eyes. He gently tugged your left arm up, and he fastened a silk knot around your wrist. He paid each limb the same delicate attention. When you were completely tied down, you tugged lightly on your restraints. Your pussy dripped when your realized this was really happening.

“Here’s the rules. You can moan, groan, and scream all you want, BUT the only words, other than your safe words, I want to hear are yes, please, and daddy. You got that?” his voice changed from the gentle timbre you were used to. This was authoritarian. This was new.

“Yes, daddy,” you whispered.

“There ya go.”

[angstkillmonger]

In the Rain (Chadwick Boseman)

Summary: Another one of Chadwick’s highschool friends is getting married and he’s getting tired of going stag all the time.

Warning/s: fluff, chadwick boseman

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Chadwick Boseman

A/N: chadwick rolling his eyes is my constant mood. also this is lowkey based off of @whotheeffisbucky’s fic Five Minutes More. read that one if you want a better, more well-written fics lmfao (taglist is open!!)

“Hell no. Not even if you paid me.”

“Oh, come on!”

You turned to Chadwick with a mocking look, only to revert your attention back to his fridge where you were desperately raiding for food. Chadwick rested his chin up against the palm of his hand that was perched on top of the marble counter of the kitchen, too tired to get up and actually make a meal for the both of you..

The wedding invitation looked like it was glaring at Chadwick beside his phone. It was made out of expensive cream paper and everything was handwritten in silver calligraphy. It made his eyes burn the longer he stared at it. 

If that wasn’t enough, they added a small pop-up book containing the important things that happened during the 5 years of their relationship before they got engaged. Such unnecessary luxury made him sick to the stomach. 

Chadwick wanted to go alone, again. For some reason, his highschool friends were simultaneously getting married in this particular year. It annoyed him how everybody keeps asking him why he went stag. It was as if his love life mattered more than his successes in life. He’s Black Panther, for god’s sake, but people prefer it if he has someone to bring to a goddamned wedding.

It shouldn’t make him insecure about it, but he was. And it’s killing him.

“Why do you even care if people are gonna make comments about you going stag? You’re like - you’re Black Panther, man!” you said, now turning to the cupboards. Despite your unfortunate height, you managed to grab a box of Frosted Flakes from the very back of the cupboard. You did a little victory dance that Chadwick has grown to love. 

Then you shoved your hand into the box to grab a handful of the tasty treat and plummeted it into your mouth. Chadwick didn’t have the heart to tell you that one of them fell to the ground.

“Besides, you managed to survive a few weddings this year alone. Why are you asking for a date now?” you asked through a mouthful of Frosted Flakes. 

Chadwick sighed, the thoughts in his mind getting a bit dark for him. “It’s stupid.” 

“Everything you say is stupid to me regardless. So spill the tea, sis.” you retorted as you sat across him, shoving another handful of Frosted Flakes. Chadwick rolled his eyes at you and buried his face into his arms. 

It was quiet for a whole minute and you got impatient. You lightly smacked Chadwick’s arm and he shot his head up. Chadwick sighed again when he saw your accusing look.

“Because they’ll keep asking why I don’t have a date, okay?” 

You paused, pulling your head back in uncertainty. 

“What?” you said in disbelief, putting down your Frosted Flakes-filled fist onto the counter. Chadwick looked ashamed that he even admitted this to you. 

“Only about three people have talked to me about Black Panther. Three people. And the rest asked why I was drinking champagne alone and not slow dancing with somebody like we were at prom.” Chadwick put his hands to his face, looking and feeling absolutely stressed out about this. “It’s so stupid, but it gets on my nerves. I just want, like, if they were gonna ask me something, I want them to focus on what I’ve done, not on why I went alone to the reception.” 

You pursed your lips and placed the Frosted Flakes box down onto the counter. Chadwick truly looked pissed about the same situation he’s been going through in every wedding he’s getting invited to. And you can’t just tell him to not attend the wedding, that’s just not gonna help him.

“Look, Chadwick, if they’re gonna pry on your love life, that’s completely fine. Cater to what they wanna hear. Tell them something honest or tell them something that’s filled with bullshit that they’re gonna think you’re being honest. Then find a way to steer the conversation into your accomplishments and make them realize that your level of success is not judged by your love life.” 

Chadwick looked at you with glazed eyes and his mouth slightly parted in awe. You tend to give out the most honest, no-bullshit advice when he needed it. He wondered why you haven’t published a book about your amazing mindset. 

“But fuck that piece of advice because I’m going with you.” 

Chadwick shot his arms up in victory. “Yes!”

“On one condition,” you deadpanned. 

“Anything!”

“You have to teach me how to improv because I can’t act to save myself.” You paused, chewing on the Frosted Flakes while thinking. “Actually two conditions, you have to let me get shitfaced drunk.”

Chadwick gestured to you for the Frosted Flakes box, and you handed it to him. “Don’t worry, we’re both gonna be drinking away our sorrows together at the open bar.” he jokingly reassured you as he shoved his hand into the box and ate a handful for himself. 

Chadwick pulled up at the reception, looking up at the building. He feels like he has been in here before, like about 4 weddings ago. His train of thought was broken when you opened the passenger seat to get out of his car. He followed suit, walking to your side of the car. 

“So,” you began, looking up at Chadwick. Chadwick looked back at you, and for some reason his stomach did a flip. You were dressed in a nude dress to match the cream motif of the wedding. You even made an effort with your hair to make it all look neat. You looked beautiful.

Chadwick realized he was staring at you for a long time, being quiet for almost a minute probably. Then he suddenly snorted, which made you snort back. You both laughed in the parking lot like idiots before Chadwick composed himself. You were still laughing, resting your head against Chadwick’s chest.

“Okay, uh,” he giggled, but he cleared his throat and pulled a serious face. “We - we’re gonna get in there and fool everybody with our love story.” he said and you nodded in agreement. You took one last look at each other and burst into giggles again before getting into the function hall.

The reception looked as extravagant as the invitation card. The humongous crystal chandelier in the middle of the room looked like it was never touched by a single speck of dust. The motif of the wedding, which was cream and silver, was exaggerated in every corner of the room. Nothing was left overlooked for this reception, from the decorations to the name settings. 

“Ugh, this place reeks of luxury. I need a drink.” you grumbled and looped your arm around Chadwick’s. Chadwick obediently followed you to the open bar, the bartender nodding to your request of two flutes of champagne. You looked around to observe the reception further, and Chadwick’s heart did a somersault when he stared at you. 

What is up with his chest beating so hard today? 

You turned to grab the flute from the bar, sipping it to test the waters. Chadwick had to mentally restrain himself to keep himself from staring at you too much. 

“This place is too big to house a small wedding. There were barely enough people in the pews back in the church.” you said. You looked at something - or someone - behind Chadwick and your smile suddenly grew wider. 

“Hold on, I gotta say hi to a friend.” you told him, hopping off the bar stool and pressing a small kiss to his cheek. 

Though he gave you a look before you left, he didn’t complain about it. He had to remind himself that you were acting to be his girlfriend, for his sake. He tried to ignore the butterflies in his stomach as he sipped on the champagne you ordered for the both of you. 

“Well, well, if it isn’t Chadwick Boseman,” an all-too familiar voice called out to Chadwick from behind him and he almost let out an exasperated groan. 

Without even having to turn around, he already knew it was the bride’s cousin, Devon. Devon was one of those kids back in highschool who had a smart mouth and liked to pick fights with teachers. He especially liked to pick fights with people who don’t want anything to do with him. 

Forcing a grin as Devon sat on your seat, he accepted the high-five he offered and hugged him, wanting to gag at the smell of the expensive perfume he was wearing on his suit. 

“Ah, man. I was expecting you to come alone, but Marie said you ticked plus one on the invite. Didn’t see you walk in with somebody, though.” he said, smirking. Chadwick fixed his blazer and cleared his throat. He wished you’d be back from talking with your friend. 

“I’m not alone.” he said, taking a big gulp of the champagne. Devon gave him a sympathetic look. He was basically telling Chadwick that he didn’t believe him. 

“Look, man, if you wanna bluff -”

“Hey, Chadwick.” 

Chadwick felt his heart jump when he felt your hand against his. Your lips softly brushed against his cheek as you intertwined your hands together. Chadwick wished, in the back of his mind, that you weren’t acting. The improv skills felt so real he almost got fooled - otherwise he would’ve thought so much about the action. 

He smiled back and placed a kiss against your forehead. “Hey, baby.” he cooed and glanced back to Devon, who was now sporting a vaguely surprised look on his face. 

When your attention diverted to Devon, your personality completely changed, just like you practiced back at home. You smiled wide at Devon and stretched out your hand. “Hi, I’m Y/N, Chadwick’s girlfriend.” you introduced yourself with charm as you and Devon shook hands. 

Devon was at a loss for words, and rightfully so. You were gorgeous and the world’s most iconic makeup artist; who wouldn’t feel extremely lucky to have you? Chadwick then reminded himself that you weren’t his actual girlfriend.

“You’re, like, on every cover of every beauty magazine I’ve seen.” Devon said, his eyes travelling on every inch of your skin, making Chadwick feel a little protective. You chuckled, humbled by Devon’s compliment and ignoring his predator and obviously disgusting gaze on you. “You’re exaggerating. I’m just a simple makeup artist.” 

“An iconic one at that, darling.” Chadwick complimented you, and he was surprised by how genuine it sounded coming out of his mouth. He draped his arm around you like it was a natural thing he did with you. You laughed, and it sounded like the most beautiful sound Chadwick has ever heard. Like a song he’ll never get tired of hearing. 

Devon was stunned for a moment. Then he turned to Chadwick, “You never mentioned her before.” 

“Well, he was nervous. I mean, his presence could already stir something a tiny bit chaotic, and he also mentioned that the bride is a fan of mine. My presence here shouldn’t affect this special day. He even told me not to come, but I know how lonely he would feel watching the newlyweds. He gets real clingy.” 

That was fast, Chadwick thought. Your improv classes with him paid off. You smiled up at him when he glared at you for saying that he gets clingy. 

Devon is looking at the both of you with amusement. “You two should get married.” he said, and Chadwick almost choked on his champagne. 

“We -”

“Oh, we’ll see about that.” you cut him off, holding his hand that was around your shoulder, subtly hiding his ring finger. You winked at Devon.

Almost immediately, Devon understood what you meant and gave you both a knowing look. He then said goodbye to Chadwick before standing up and disappearing to probably look for someone else to annoy. Chadwick felt himself visibly relax. 

“Who was that?” you asked, gratefully taking back your seat. “Devon. He’s the bride’s cousin. He liked to bully me back in highschool because he knows I can’t compete with his supposed intellect.” Chadwick rolled his eyes at the memory of Devon tormenting him wherever he went. 

“Well, I’m glad he doesn’t argue with you now. I would’ve put in a foot long into his mouth to shut him up.” 

Chadwick smirked, trying not to laugh at the inappropriate joke. You both sat in mutual silence, both having trembling smiles on your faces before eventually giving up and burst out laughing. 

The night went the same as all weddings do for Chadwick; speeches that went on for too long, so much champagne, and not enough wedding cake. You and Chadwick somehow managed to snag about half a dozen of slices without getting caught by anyone. You would both run to the farthest corner of the room and ate the cake while watching the party go on without the both of you in it, your minds blurry with the magical haze of the alcohol and frosting. 

You played your role as his makeup artist girlfriend perfectly. You were confident in your talent and job, but also humble. You spoke with your chin up and with poise, entrancing the people towards you and making them fall for you without them even knowing. 

And because of you, everybody began asking about his accomplishments: what he did in Black Panther, how the production was, what it meant to him. Everybody seemed to be satisfied now that you’re in the picture that they’ve got nothing else to comment on but his fame. 

The whole night his arm was around your waist, your body close to him. He wished that you both went as a couple, not as an actor and his makeup artist making everybody jealous with their successes and fame. But it just doesn’t work that way. Fate has another lane Chadwick has to walk on, and it has one for you, too.

Time was slowly ticking towards early morning. Chadwick stood by the door frame of the girl’s bathroom slowly eating cake as you took your time fixing your makeup. Your hair was slowly coming apart, your dress a little crooked, and your heels were beside Chadwick’s feet. 

As Chadwick shoved a spoonful of cake into his mouth, you emerged from the bathroom, looking fresh but still half-drunk from the champagne and wine. “I’m gonna regret coming here.” you muttered, struggling to get your feet into your heels. Chadwick motioned his plate of cake to you and you gladly took it out of his hands, immediately wolfing it down. 

The ballroom was filled with people, the band that they hired playing some happy, upbeat song. The newlywed couple was nowhere to be found, but it didn’t matter. Chadwick turned to you with his hands into his pocket, watching you eat up the cake like it was your source of life. 

“Where did the bride get this cake? It’s fucking delicious.” you moaned through a mouthful of frosting. Chadwick reached up his hand to your cheek and wiped away a speck of icing. “I’ll make sure to ask her where she got it.” he joked and you put up a thumbs-up at him, making him laugh. 

The band switched to another song. It sounded suspiciously like a breakup song but it made Chadwick want to dance along to it.

He turned to you, a grin on his face. “Let’s dance?” Chadwick asked. 

You turned to him with a confused look. “To a breakup song?” you asked, and he nodded. You giggled, but continued to eat away your cake. Chadwick grabbed the spoon and plate from your hands, earning a whine from you. 

“Come on, the band’s still playing.” He grabbed your hand and you had no choice but to let him drag you into the middle of the ballroom. 

The band was near the chorus of the song, so Chadwick put you to position. His hands are on your waist, and your hands were on his shoulders. “I gotta have to tell you; I’m in heels and I’m partially drunk, so don’t expect me to pull a Mambo No. 5 on you.” you warned him, and Chadwick laughed and nodded.

You swayed along to the slow song, unable to stop yourself from laughing to the lyrics of the song. “Oh, my god. This is such a depressing song to slow dance to.” you whispered to Chadwick. He dipped his head to hide his embarrassed grin. “Just ignore the lyrics and just dance.” he told you.

Your arms moved to wrap themselves around his neck, your eyes fixated on his. Your eyes flashed a strange image into Chadwick’s mind; you in a white dress, a long white veil behind you as you both slowly swayed along to your wedding song, your whispers echoing into his ears like the wind making a promise.

Chadwick lost himself for a moment. He had to blink multiple times to compose himself.

You smiled up at him and Chadwick felt his heart swell up and warmth travel to his cheeks. You were really beautiful, he thought, and not just because the media perceived you to be. The slow disco lights illuminated your face, your body. It illuminated you.

Chadwick was breathless.

“What do you have in your mind?” you asked him, voice barely below a whisper, afraid something might happen if you raised your voice. But he still heard you, your tone soothing him. 

“About how everyone got fooled by us.” he replied, in the same tone as you. 

You grinned, rolling your eyes. “You know how annoyed you would be when you get home from this party if I didn’t agree to be your fake girlfriend. And I don’t want you coming home annoyed.”

Chadwick chuckled, ducking his head back in embarrassment. He didn’t know why he was embarrassed. He suddenly felt so intimidated by you. You looked so beautiful and he felt so unworthy of dancing with someone like you. His heart was melting and pounding at the same. He doesn’t understand the emotion he’s feeling in his mind. He feels hazy. 

“You know,” he started, breathing in and out. “If we weren’t acting, I would’ve done all these things with you.” 

You looked up at him, your eyes glazed. “We were just acting.” 

“You saved me from feeling horrible about myself from another wedding.” he gently said, “All the comments about me going alone was gone, and they finally payed attention to what I cared most about.

“So thank you, and I mean all the words I’ve told everyone about you. I mean every single one of them.”

You were the first one to jump into the kiss, and Chadwick was quick to kiss you back. He tightly closed his eyes, feeling fireworks go off behind his eyes. He cupped your face and pulled you closer to him, wanting more of your lips, wanting more of you. 

But you had to pull away, panting but you licked your lips to taste the remnants of his. Chadwick let out a shuddering breath. 

“You’re so beautiful.” he whispered.

“I - I don’t know what to say.” you stuttered. Chadwick bit his lip, then grabbed your hand, running towards the exit of the function hall. “Chadwick!” you yelped, but you were laughing. God, Chadwick wanted to hear more of that laugh. 

“Chadwick, slow down! I can’t run in these heels -” Chadwick interrupted you by swooping his arm under your legs and carrying you bridal style. You let out a screech as he frantically ran out of the building. 

When Chadwick pushed the glass door open, you were both immediately drenched. You gasped in horror; it was raining. “Chadwick!” you screeched. 

But Chadwick had the hugest shit-eating grin on his face when he looked at you.

“Chadwick, it’s raining - get back inside!” you demanded, thrashing in his arms. He wouldn’t budge and twirled you both around, laughing boisterously while looking up at the rain. “Chadwick!” you demanded again, but he wasn’t listening to you. He looked so happy. 

He finally let you down, but his arms remained around your waist, locking you into place. You were about scream out his name when he suddenly pulled you into a deep kiss, instantly melting you into his arms. 

And there you both stayed in the rain, drenched but pathetically in love. Chadwick wouldn’t want to be in other place than to be with you. 

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~ It Wasn’t His Fault, 9 ~

AN: my post days for IWHF are Mondays, Wednesdays & Fridays !

Summery: Y/N and Bucky are very much in love. Bucky has a special question to ask Y/N, and King T’Challa has a special offer for her.

Part 8 here:

it wasn’t his fault 8

Parings: Bucky Barnes x Stark!F!Reader. Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader.

Characters: Y/N Stark, Bucky Barnes, Shuri & T’Challa. Tony Stark, Pepper Pots & Happy Hogan are mentioned.

Warnings: mentions of food, weddings (?). I think this part is pretty chill so mostly fluff.

(gif not mine):

You and Bucky had been dating for two years now. And the dates have been so romantic and always ended in happy smiles.

It was coming up to your two year anniversary, Bucky was planning on something special. He was going to ask you to marry him.

Now, some might think that two years isn’t long enough for marriage. But Bucky - and you did - disagree completely.

You had already know so much about each other, not only that but you had been through every nightmare with Bucky, helping him ease back out into the real world and make him feel safe again.

You and Bucky had set a date to go and watch a meteor shower, you thought it was very romantic that one decided to happen on your two year anniversary.

You finished getting ready for your date, and gathered the desert. On picnics, Bucky would always make the main food, and you’d always bring the snack and deserts. Bucky has a favourite desert of yours you make…brownies.

You packed your bag and smiled as you got a text from Tony. You both managed to patch things up, not entirely, but enough to send text messages to each other.

Dad: I’m proud of you, please remember that.

Y: I will dad, I love you x

Dad: I love you too. Enjoy date night x

You sent Tony a heart in reply, he sent you one back, you smiled as you put your phone in your pocket and locked your apartment door and went to meet Bucky at his hut.

Bucky smiled at you as he opened the door. The smell of freshly baked pastries filled the hut.

“I thought I’d try making Cornish pasties since you’ve wanted to go to Cornwall for a while now,” Bucky said smiling.

“Okay, but why are you the best?” You said as he let you in.

Bucky smiled. He still only had one arm, and you thought it was amazing how capable he was with only his right arm in full swing. You helped him gather the picnic together and you both set off to your favourite spot by the lake.

Bucky helped you, as he always did, jump over the little running water stream, and once you arrived in your favourite spot, with enough sky to see the meteor shower, you both tucked into your delicious home cooked meal while you waited for it to get dark.

You both laid on the blanket when it was dark enough, you cuddled up to Bucky’s side. He held you with his arm, tightly.

Both of you had bright smiles as you watched the stars and the meteors flying past.

“Y/N,” Bucky said after a few hours.

You turned your head to look at him, a little smile on your face is shown. How can you not smile when you’re next to Bucky? A man who’s become your whole entire world and you’ve become his.

“You were one of the few people who trusted me after hydra and after …during the civil war. You saw me for the man I am today and not the man I once was…which, in Steve’s defence, he can’t look past our childhood when he sees me and I get that but…it still hurts a little. But you,” Bucky said, gently sitting up, you sat up with him.

Bucky looked so beautiful, nothing but the moon and stars surrounding you, with the gentle summer breeze rushing through every so often, the sound of crickets and the sound of running water soothed you both. Fireflies lit up around you.

“You’ve been with me through all the good days, through all the bad and the ugly. Your face calms me down when I have the nightmares. You calm me down. You’ve made me feel more human…more loved and wanted and safe. You are the entire reason I wake up every morning. I keep going because of you,” Bucky said tearfully.

Tears stung your eyes as Bucky pulled out a velvet box.

“So…Y/N Stark…would you marry me?” He asked, rather shyly as he opened the box.

The ring was stunning. It was gold, with your birth stone in the middle and around your birth stone was little black lines. It shone beautifully.

“Oh Bucky…yes! Yes a thousand times yes!!” You sobbed.

Bucky’s face lit up, he slid the ring on your finger, it fit perfectly. You both kissed.

——-

The day of the wedding fast approached. You two were getting married by T’Challa.

Unfortunately, due to your friends being on the run, it was a very small wedding. You didn’t expect to see your father there but he came. He was there with Happy and Pepper.

You felt at peace with your father walking down the isle, a small smile lit your face as he gave you to Bucky, he shook Bucky’s hand. The ceremony was beautiful.

——

“Shuri’s letting me keep the hut, since we like going there a lot,” Bucky said one evening a week after your wedding.

Bucky was sat between your legs on the floor, with his back to you. You were combing his long brunette hair softly. He adored that feeling - and you loved gently combing his hair when you both had nothing to do.

One day he let you actually plat his hair. He claimed he loved it but you knew he secretly didn’t like it, he just didn’t want to offend you.

“That’s nice of her,” you said, a gentle smile was spread on your lips.

You combed through Bucky’s hair, you smiled as you heard Bucky literally pur with happiness.

“You’re a dork, y’know that,” you said gently as you carefully got a lump of his hair in your hand and began gently tying a knot.

Bucky smiled gently.

“Are you putting my hair up again?” Bucky asked.

“It’s getting on your nerves,” you said gently tying your husband’s beautiful hair. “Whenever it’s windy you look grumpy, when we’re out somewhere nice you keep flicking your head back getting it out of your face.” You said gently.

Bucky smiled as you finished, you scooted off the chair to be behind him, you kissed his shoulder then wrapped your arms around his waist, hugging him gently.

He gently nudged his cheek against your head and kissed your temple. You two stayed like that for a very long time, every so often, you both gave each other sweet kisses, followed by gentle nothings to each other. Your marriage, though only being married a week, was a very happy one indeed.

Bucky’s never felt so at peace, so calm. So human. It’s all thanks to you. His loving wife. He adores you and would follow you to the depths of the universe if he had to.

——

You looked excitedly at Shuri as she nodded at you, indicating that Bucky’s arm was now ready. You got ready to see it. It was beautiful. You smiled.

“You did it, Y/N. You commissioned this amazing piece of technology,” Shuri said gently, as she saw tears get at your eyes. “Not only that, but you willingly gave money towards it, spent long hours of every day, including weekends, helping me get it working. You’ve done it.” She added gently.

You smiled tearfully at her. Without taking it out of the box, you gently laced your fingers between the metal ones. It felt nice.

“I’m worried about him,” you said tearfully as Shuri helped pack it away to give it to Bucky soon.

“Why?” Shuri asked gently, she gave you a sad look.

“He gets overwhelmed a lot. I’m just worried…what if he prefers only having one arm…” you said tearfully.

“We can give it to him,” Shuri said gently, “and if he prefers it, we can lock this one up in case he changes his mind,” she added, taking your hand as T’Challa came into view.

You smiled gratefully at her.

“Shuri. Mrs Barnes,” T’Challa said gently, you both nodded respectfully. “Mrs Barnes, thank you for the hard work over the past few years. Your care and dedication has really shown us that you…are an honorary Wakandan,” he added gently.

You blushed.

“That’s a high honour, your majesty, thank you,” you said gently.

“With that in mind, I’d like to offer you a Dame hood,” T’Challa said, Shuri let out an excited and proud squeal, you blushed.

“Your highness, I -“ you said.

“It’s our honour,” T’Challa said gently.

You gratefully accepted. T’Challa beamed, so did Shuri.

When you left the lab, you sent your father a text and made your way home. You normally found Bucky in his hut when you weren’t at the apartment, he liked going there to escape the noise.

You smiled as you saw him stand by the river, looking out. My god, that man took your breath away every day. You kept thanking whoever made this possible.

“Hi doll,” Bucky said gently, not removing his eyes from the river as you stood on the right hand side of him so you could intertwine your fingers together.

“How’d you know it was me?” You asked, cuddling into his side, a little smile was seen on his lips.

“I recognised your footsteps,” Bucky said, you tilted your head at him, he laughed softly then kissed your nose. “Joking. Whenever you see me, you actually let out a small gasp,” he added, you went red.

“I thought I’d been doing that silently,” you said, your face burning red.

“Nope. Loud as day,” Bucky said gently, smiling at your bright red cheeks. “I think it’s cute,” he said gently.

You smiled.

“I think you’re cute,” you said gently, Bucky smiled too.

You both stayed like that for a while.

“I’ve been offered a Dame hood,” you said gently.

Bucky whipped his head at you.

“R-really?” He asked.

“Really,” you said.

“Oh doll, that’s incredible!” Bucky sobbed, letting go of your hand then gently grabbing you and hugging you tightly.

You hugged him tightly. He kissed your temple.

“That settles. I’m treating you like a queen today,” Bucky said after the hug, you giggled. “You’re not to lift a finger, okay?”

“Yes Sargent,” you said, saluting, Bucky smiled and kissed you.

And you were treated like a queen that day, and every day until the ceremony.

—

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[val-made-a-mistake]

❝MOONLIGHT WALKS.❞

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summary: sometimes, t’challa wants to kiss her so badly he doesn’t even ask.

warnings: fluff (also take a shot each time i mention moonlight)

word count: 810

a/n: everyone is probably aware by now that i rewatched black panther a couple days ago, so here’s another bp fic! i wrote this at 2am because i’m sad and i miss t’challa and nakia. once again, i’m not sure if this will do well, so reblogs are appreciated. written in present tense instead of past bc screw consistency

//////

It’s a tale that’s been told a thousand times over to the children in the village: that the Golden City was named the Golden City because of how the sunlight would wash the buildings in the mornings, and this sunlight was so supposedly uplifting Wakandans would celebrate Bast for letting that giant faraway star come up another morning. It’s another break in tradition, but T’Challa prefers the Golden City at night.

What’s not to love? Wakanda has never imposed a curfew, but most are in their homes after a day at the market or in the fields, the streets are quiet except for the occasional ripple of the forcefield above. T’Challa walks the roads alone, partly to get away from Shuri’s teasing, and partly to observe as a flâneur. Thank Bast for this wonderful landscape.

Nakia’s taken to wandering with him, and it’s one of the only moments where she’s not dwelling on what has to be done, she looks beautiful with the moonlight rippling over her face. Her beauty is one of the many reasons why T’Challa loves her, even though he’s sure he would still love her even if she wasn’t so beautiful. It all instills a feeling so deep in him— many times now, he’s wanted to kiss her so bad he doesn’t even ask, but he always asks, else Ramonda would have his head.

“My king,” Nakia says, taking his hand as they walk the path, “What’s on your mind tonight?”

“Stop it,” T’Challa mumbles, a little laugh in his voice. “You don’t need to call me king.”

“Well, the question still stands. What is it?”

“Nothing,” he answers, squeezing her hand— her palm is warm. “Let us walk.”

They walk in silence until they’ve crossed into the gardens. It’s then they arrive at a little pond, complete with lily pads and some bright pink flowers T’Challa doesn’t recognize. The water is streaking with moonlight.

“Oh, these flowers,” Nakia says, bending down to pick one up. “They had these in Nigeria too.”

“Yes, Nakia, flowers grow everywhere,” T’Challa says slyly, and she shoots him a glare over her shoulder, but she’s smiling a little. The tiniest bit.

“Shut up. Do you want to bring one for Shuri?”

“No, that’s fine,” he says, and Nakia smiles. “More for me, then.”

She stands up with the pink flower in hand, and they begin walking again. It’s one of those moments where T’Challa doesn’t want to ask before he kisses her. For the first time, his coat feels restrictive, like he suddenly can’t breathe.

“Nakia,” he murmurs, making her stop in her tracks, and he promptly forgets what he was going to say.

They stare at each other for what feels like forever.

“You would make a great queen,” T’Challa says instead.

Nakia basically groans. “This again?”

“It’s not a lie!” he replies, rising to his own defense.

“Yeah, and I’m sure the Elders would love me,” she says, parting her lips ever-so-slightly before closing them. T’Challa’s not even hiding the way he’s openly gazing at her lips now.

“If you’re trying to be sarcastic, it’s not working,” he laughs. “The Elders would love you.”

“Right, the same way they love me visiting Mount Bashenga with my open-toed sandals,” Nakia replies, unconvinced.

“In all fairness, Shuri hates when I do that too. We’re of the same mind, my love.”

This: the tension starts in T’Challa’s heart as Nakia never takes her eyes off him, it feels like her eyes are boring into his soul.

“If we’re so much of the same mind, can you tell what I’m thinking right now?” Nakia asks, extending her toes to smooth the collar of his coat, and T’Challa definitely can’t breathe right now.

“Well,” he stalls, “There’s what I’m thinking and  what I hope you’re thinking…”

Nakia actually giggles, and his heart seizes in his chest.

“Why do I have a feeling Bast would smite you if you said what you were thinking?” she whispers.

T’Challa’s eyes dip down to her lips again, and he smirks. “Because he would.”

It’s the first time he doesn’t ask: he pulls her in by her hips and presses his lips to hers, making her tense up for the smallest second, but when she unclenches it’s beautiful. When she offers her knee, he takes it, yanks her closer. She uses the hand that isn’t holding the flower to touch his face, and lightly, like he’s the most angelic thing he’s ever touched.

“My king,” Nakia groans, and they break apart.

“Are you alright?” T’Challa asks, secretly hoping Bast won’t smite him considering some of the thoughts flashing to the forefront of his mind right now, “Are you cold?”

“I’m warm,” she breathes, prying her leg from his grasp, “I - we should return to the palace. Immediately.”

T’Challa bites back a laugh and offers his hand. “Okay.”

[rosyrosethings]

Assistant Y/n gets drunk

Y/n is harry’s assistant and the company is celebrating its 50th year anniversary. Assistant Y/n gets drunk

Y/n has been running around all day. Planning styles bank 50th-anniversary party. She’s been making sure everything was okay, from the food to the band. After she yelled at the caterer for making the wrong dish. She went back home to get dressed for the party. Harry was home also he had been out getting pampered for the banquet. While Harry was out he thought maybe he should buy Y/N’s dress. He knew whenever it was something big like this she never thought about herself. So he did, he bought her a bright yellow dress when he saw it he thought it would look so beautiful against her dark skin. He wanted to give her the night off and have her relax, planing this had to be hard on her so that's why he put holly in charge of the receptionist. It was the last minute he didn't care he was the boss.

He walked over to Y/N’s room holding the dress on a hanger the dress was covered by white paper protecting the dress from the dirt. He knocked on the door of her bedroom.

“Harry you can come in.” He opened the room door seeing. She was sitting in her pajamas at her vanity flat ironing her really kinky hair a dramatic difference in length.

“Have i ever told you I like the fro better?” he asked

”yes multiple times. One day Mr. Styles I would wear it for you but tonight isn't the night.” She said looking at Harry through her mirror. He looked down at her bed. Seeing black dress pants and a black button up shirt.

“Are you wearing that?”

“Yea Harry. I’m your assistant. I have to make sure everything goes right. I’m gonna be running around making sure everything is perfect.” She said,

“Well you’re fired.” He said nonchalantly. She immediately turned around and looked at Harry.

“What?!”

“Well you’re not fired. Just for tonight. What im trying to say is. You have the night off. I put holly in charge.”

“the receptionist?! You’re giving the receptionist my job?”

“Noo nooo. Just for tonight. I want you to enjoy tonight. You're the best assistant I’m not giving no one your job. I just want you to be Y/n and not Harry assistant tonight.” he said as knelt down in from off her.

”Harry i don't have anything to wear.” he lifted the dress up.

”this is just for you. So you wear it.” He said as he laid the dress on the bed. “I got a driver for you and I’m gonna go pick up Bridget so I’d see you later.” He said and he left the room. She smiled slightly at the thought of him thinking about her. But she immediately texted holly asking if everything is okay. She got a text from Harry. She opened it

If i catch you texting or getting in contact with Holly. You’re fired. -Harry

She immediately rolled her eyes and threw her phone on the bed getting ready.

//

Harry was at the party. It was decorated nicely. There were tables for people to eat and dance floor with a stage for the band. Harry was sat next to Bridget of course he still hasn’t seen Y/n. He’s was currently watching the front entrance waiting on her arrival. Y/n was kinda of scared of entering alone. So she texted Niall knowing he was there because she planned the whole event. She wanted to text Harry but he was more than likely with his girlfriend.

Niall met her outside of the venue and took her hand and walked her into the club. She stared at Niall perfectly tailored suit.

“Harry’s gonna be so upset when I walk in with you.” Niall said,as they walked into the crowded room. Seeing girls walking around with trays of champagne glasses. Y/n quickly took one. Her nerves building up.

“No he won’t. He’s probably somewhere not even thinking about me.” Niall laughed at her response. He looked over to see Harry already sending him daggers with his eyes. Harry eyes were locked on there arms interlocked together. He sent Harry a half smile. Niall enjoyed messing with Harry. So he leaned over toY/n closely and whispered in her ear.

“I want you to laugh like I just said the funniest thing in the world.” She looked a bit confused but did it. Throwing her head back in laughter and placing her hand on his chest. Harry kept his eyes on them.

‘What the hell was so funny?’ he thought to himself. He looked over at Bridget and the guy she was talking to. “Excuse me for a second.” He said not even looking at them. He walked over to Y/n and Niall.

“Niall can you please stay away from my assistant.” Harry said playfully but very serious. Niall sent him a smirk.

“Is someone jealous?” Niall asked, Harry’s face got a bit red. Niall laughed and kissed Y/n’s cheek.

“I have to mingle. Talk to you later.” He said, Harry got more frustrated. Niall knows what he’s doing to him.

“Are you enjoying the party?” Y/n asked as she started to drink more of her champagne. Realizing it was gone Harry laughed at her as she continued to turn the glass completely upside down. Harry took the glass from her hand and grabbed another glass from one of the waitresses roaming around and handed it to her giving the empty glass back to server.

“Yes I am actually. You did an amazing job planning this. I’m a little nervous for my speech though.” He said, Y/n took the other glass of champagne quickly drinking it before setting it down on a near by table. She’s never been at a fancy event like this that didn’t involve her working so she was nervous.

“No need to be nervous Mr. Styles. I typed your speech up and printed 3 different times. Should be a copy in your suit pocket and i have the one in your car and one in my clutch!” She said as she held up her clutch proudly. He sent her a smile.

“You’re not my assistant tonight.” He said with a cheeky smile. She rolled her eyes.

“I will always be your assistant!” She said as she placed the empty glass down. As she grabbed another glass from the multiple roaming waiters and waitresses.

“Y/n why are you having so many drinks?” Harry asked, he never saw her drink this much.

“Bit nervous, I’m not working. I’m always working. I live with you for crying out loud.” She said sipping from the glass.

“Sounds like someone is a workaholic.” He said,

“You spread your workaholic ness to me. It’s a disease.” She said pouting her lip. He laughed. Placing his hand on her chin. Pulling down her bottom lip.

“no pouting tonight love. even though you're super cute when you do it. ” He said sending her a smile. She could help but to smile. She loved his smile and his teeth.

“Harry. There you are cmon let’s dance!” Bridget said pulling Harry away from Y/n. Interrupting their moment. Harry gave Y/n a quick glance and was swept away by Bridget.

//

Y/N spent the rest of the night happily mingling with her coworkers, champagne in hand. Harry’s speech had gone off perfectly, and the room was filled with laughter, music, and good spirits. However, by the time the speech was over, Y/N had indulged in far too many drinks. The world around her began to blur as she tried to move through the crowded venue, her steps unsteady.

Somehow, in her drunken state, she stumbled right into Niall, who had been quietly watching over her all evening, making sure she didn’t get into too much trouble.

“Niall!” she slurred, giggling as she latched onto him for support. She blinked up at him with a goofy smile. “You’re sooo cute... and Irishhhh,” she added, before leaning in to press several wet, sloppy kisses to his cheek, her arms now loosely wrapped around his neck.

Niall chuckled, holding her steady with his arm around her waist. “Alright, alright, easy there. What are you doing?”

“Kissing the cute Irish man,” she said with a playful pout, leaning in to kiss his cheek again.

Niall laughed, though his eyes flicked nervously around the room. “You know Harry wouldn’t be very happy about this, yeah?”

At the mention of Harry, Y/N groaned dramatically, throwing her head back in exaggerated frustration. “Harry, Harry, Harry… That’s all you ever say,” she whined. “I’m single! Harry doesn’t own me. And besides…” She hiccupped loudly, the sound almost comical. “He’s with Briii...dget,” she slurred, rolling her eyes.

Niall raised his eyebrows, amused but slightly uneasy with where this conversation was heading.

Y/N’s expression turned more serious as she looked at Niall. “Harry doesn’t even want me,” she said, her voice suddenly soft and a little sad. “Did you know I almost kissed him once? And then he just acted like nothing happened. Like it didn’t even matter.” She hiccupped again, her eyes glassy. “I’m done. Done with caring. Who cares if he’s hot and bossy, and so smart, and has that hair… and that body… and those eyes...” She trailed off, her fingers gesturing loosely as she listed Harry’s features, her voice dripping with a mix of frustration and admiration.

Niall shook his head with a soft smile. “Sounds like you’re not done caring after all, love,” he teased gently.

Y/N blinked, clearly offended at the suggestion. “Me? Love Harry?” she scoffed, though her words were slightly slurred. “No way.” She stopped, her brow furrowing as though the idea was suddenly too complex for her drunken mind to process.

Before she could finish her thought, a voice interrupted from behind them.

“What’s going on here?”

Y/N and Niall turned, and when Y/N saw Harry standing there, his gaze dark and possessive, her face lit up with a ridiculous grin. In an instant, she let go of Niall and stumbled toward Harry, her legs unsteady as she nearly toppled over. Harry caught her easily, his arms wrapping securely around her waist, pulling her tight against him.

“Hiii,” Y/N giggled, looking up at him with hazy eyes,

Harry’s voice was low and controlled, “Hello, love. Looks like you’ve had a bit too much to drink,” he said, though his arms remained firmly around her, holding her in place as if he had no intention of letting go.

Y/N, still in her drunken bliss, wrapped her arms around Harry’s neck and nuzzled into his shoulder. “Harrry,” she mumbled, her voice muffled against him. “Niall’s been so nice to me. But I missed you. Your speech was amazing, and Niall kept me company while you were busy.” Her hips swaying a bit to the music.

Harry’s expression was a small smile. Seeing how cute she was. “I’m sure he did,” he said, his eyes flicking up to meet Niall’s briefly. A slight appreciation in his eyes. He sent Niall a small nod.

Niall, still holding Y/N’s clutch, chuckled nervously. “She’s all yours now, mate.” He said handing Harry the clutch.

Harry didn’t respond, his full attention now on Y/N as she leaned heavily against him. “Alright, love,” he murmured, his voice firm but soft. “It’s time to get you home.”

Y/N blinked up at him, her thoughts suddenly darting to Bridget. “Is Bridget coming too?” she asked, her voice curious but laced with drunken jealousy.

Harry hesitated for a second, his jaw tightening, but he didn’t answer. That silence was enough for Y/N, though. Despite her intoxicated state, she wasn’t stupid.

She turned back toward Niall, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “Can I stay with you tonight, Niall?” she asked, pouting and batting her eyelashes dramatically. “I don’t want to go home and listen to them…” She paused for not wanting to say it, then added with a slight disgusted look on her face, “doing it.”

Harry’s grip on her waist tightened. She pushed his arm off her as she walked to Niall. “And if i come to your house, I could be your Bridget” she teased, her voice playful as she gave Niall a coy smile, swaying slightly on her feet.

Niall’s face turned bright red, and he let out a nervous laugh. But before he could even think of responding, Harry was already reacting.

In one swift, deliberate motion, Harry pulled Y/N back to him by grabbing her waist, spinning her around to face him. His grip on her waist remained firm as he tilted her chin up, forcing her to look into his eyes.

“Im taking you home, you're not leaving with anyone else." Harry said, his voice low, authoritative, and leaving no room for argument. His eyes burned with possessiveness as they locked onto hers. “Do you understand?”

The intensity in his voice, the way he held her so tightly, made Y/N’s breath hitch. A wave of arousal swept through her despite the fog of alcohol clouding her mind. She stared up at him, her heart racing, unable to look away from the green fire in his gaze.

She swallowed hard, suddenly feeling very small under his control. “Yes,” she whispered, nodding slowly, her lips parted slightly as she struggled to process the surge of emotions flooding through her.

Harry’s gaze lingered on her, making sure his message had sunk in. Only when he saw her compliance did his grip on her chin soften slightly. He lowered his hand but kept her pressed close to him as he began leading her toward the exit, his possessiveness clear in every step.

As they made their way through the crowd, Harry’s hand stayed firmly on Y/N’s waist, holding her close. She glanced up at him, her drunken haze mixing with the growing heat in her chest.

Harry, still holding her close, told the valet to get his care while sent a quick text to Bridget, telling her to meet him outside. His focus, however, never left Y/N, and as they stepped out into the night air.

“You... you ruined... hiccup—” Y/N stumbled forward, her words slurred and clumsy, as she pointed a shaky finger at Harry, a mix of frustration and drunkenness on her face.

Harry raised an amused eyebrow, watching her as she attempted to focus on him. “What did I ruin?”

She glared at him, her expression twisting into a pout. “You ruined my chance... hiccup—my chance to have fun for the first time in foreverrrrrr!” she mumbled, stumbling again, but this time toward him, her finger still pointed accusingly.

Harry chuckled, clearly entertained by her little outburst. “I ruined it, did I?”

“Yes, you did!” she insisted, her words a messy slur. “Niall was going to help me... and now... now I have to—hiccup—take care of myself.” She tried to maintain her composure but nearly tripped over her own feet. Before she could fall, Harry’s arm was already around her waist, pulling her close to steady her.

His grip was firm as he looked down at her, amusement still playing on his lips. “I don’t want Niall touching you, Y/N,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, possessive tone. “And I heard you talking about me.”

Y/N blinked, her drunken mind slow to process his words. “Huh?”

Harry smirked, making a low, thoughtful noise as he leaned in, his lips close to her ear. “I heard you,” he repeated, his tone more teasing now. “Ranting about how beautiful I am. What did you say again?” He paused for a moment, watching her reaction, enjoying the effect his words had on her. “Something about my eyes? My hair? My body?” His voice softened, his gaze now fixed on her lips, trailing down her face as his grip on her waist tightened slightly.

Y/N’s breath hitched, the weight of his words suddenly sobering her for a brief moment. Her heart raced as his eyes locked onto hers, their faces inches apart. She was unable to speak, lost in the intensity of his stare.

Harry tilted his head slightly, his smirk growing. “I don’t think it’s Niall’s touch you really want,” he murmured, his voice low and full of intent, making her heart thud in her chest.

Before she could respond, the valet driver pulled up with Harry’s car, breaking the moment between them. Harry glanced toward the car, his expression shifting back to calm control as he handed the valet a tip and gestured for him to open the back door.

Without a word, Harry guided Y/N toward the car, helping her into the backseat. He leaned in just enough to ensure she was settled before closing the door behind her. There was a brief moment where he took a breath, the tension still heavy in the air as he handed the valet another tip.

As he stood waiting for Bridget to arrive, Harry’s eyes flicked toward the car, watching Y/N through the window, still clearly shaken from their exchange.

Bridget appeared moments later, her face immediately twisting into a pout as she approached him. “Harry, why are we leaving?” she asked, her voice carrying a whine.

Harry didn’t even blink as he opened the front door for her. “There’s a drunk girl in the backseat, and I have to take her home,” he replied, his tone firm and unbothered as he gestured for her to get in.

Bridget crossed her arms, her pout deepening as she looked at him with disbelief. “Can’t she just take an Uber? We don’t need to leave yet.”

Harry’s expression hardened, his patience wearing thin. “No, she can’t take an Uber. I’m taking her home myself, to make sure she gets there safely.” His words left no room for debate, his voice steady and unyielding. “Now, please, get in the car.”

Bridget huffed, reluctantly climbing into the passenger seat. She was clearly upset, her lips pressed into a thin line as she settled in, feeling ignored and overshadowed. She shot a glance toward the backseat where Y/N was, annoyance flashing in her eyes as she saw how much care Harry was giving her. Y/n was too drunk to notice. Looking through her small clutch for gum.

Harry closed her door with a click, his focus already shifting back to Y/N as he walked around to the driver’s side. Bridget’s frustration barely registered as he climbed in, the only thing on his mind was getting Y/N home.

The car ride was mostly quiet, with Y/N fast asleep in the backseat. Harry’s eyes occasionally flicked to the rearview mirror, watching her as she slept, her head resting against the window, her face peaceful despite the events of the night. Bridget, on the other hand, sat in silence, her arms crossed over her chest. She hadn’t argued when Harry had said he was dropping her off first, but the tension between them was thick.

When they arrived at Bridgets home, Bridget got out without a word. She shot him a quick, cold glance, clearly upset but unwilling to start a fight. She knew better than to argue when it came to Y/N. Harry didn’t even try to explain or placate her. This was a familiar dance—Bridget always grew frustrated whenever Harry paid too much attention to Y/N, but it wasn’t something he had the energy to deal with tonight.

As soon as Bridget disappeared inside, Harry pulled away from the house and continued driving Y/N home.

“Harry,” Y/N’s voice broke the silence from the backseat. “I’m so hot...”

Harry glanced in the rearview mirror again, his eyes widening as he caught sight of her in the dim light. She was no longer wearing her dress—just her black lace bra and underwear, casually draped across the seat like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Y/N,” he sighed, forcing his gaze back to the road, his knuckles tightening on the steering wheel. “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice strained, trying to focus anywhere but on the half-naked girl in his backseat.

“I was hot,” she slurred, her voice sleepy but matter-of-fact, as though this made perfect sense. She shifted in her seat, making herself more comfortable as Harry pulled up outside their place.

Y/N stepped out of the car barefoot, leaving her shoes and dress discarded on the seat. Harry quickly got out and grabbed his jacket from the passenger seat, rushing to her side. He draped the jacket over her shoulders, covering her up as best he could.

“You can’t be out here like this,” Harry muttered, his voice soft but firm as he wrapped an arm around her, guiding her toward the front door.

She looked up at him, her eyes half-lidded and full of mischief. “What? You don’t like my body?” she teased, a playful grin tugging at her lips.

Harry’s jaw tightened, and he avoided her gaze as they approached the door. “That’s not it, Y/N. Let’s just get you inside, okay? You need to sleep,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady, though the tension in him was almost palpable.

“I’m not sleepy,” she mumbled, shrugging off his jacket as soon as they stepped inside. She turned to face him, still in just her lingerie, her eyes hazy and teasing.

Harry closed the door behind them, locking it with a quiet click. He looked at her, standing there in front of him, nearly naked, and he took a deep breath to steady himself. “She’s drunk,” he whispered under his breath, reminding himself to keep control, even as his body reacted to her presence.

Y/N moved toward him, her steps clumsy but determined, her hands finding their way around his neck. “Come on, Harry,” she whispered, her lips brushing his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. “Meet me in your bedroom,” she purred, her voice low and full of invitation.

She turned and started making her way up the stairs, her movements unsteady but full of intention, leaving Harry standing at the base of the steps, watching her disappear into the darkness of his bedroom. He let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair. It wasn’t that he didn’t want her. God, he wanted her more than anything. But not like this.

He stood there for a moment, grappling with the desire burning inside him and the knowledge that she wasn’t in the right state of mind. With a resigned sigh, he headed upstairs—not to join her but to make sure she was okay.

When he entered his room, he found her sprawled out face-first on his bed, already fast asleep. A small smile tugged at his lips, despite everything. She had made it all the way to his bed just to pass out.

Harry shook his head and quietly left the room, heading to her bathroom to grab some makeup wipes. He returned to the bedroom and sat down beside her, gently turning her over onto her back. She groaned softly, her eyes fluttering open for a brief moment.

“Harry,” she mumbled sleepily. “I’m so tired.”

“I know, love,” he said softly, running the makeup wipe gently over her face. “But I need to take this makeup off your beautiful face first.”

She let out a small whine of protest, her eyes closing again. “I don’t wanna... I just want to sleep,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Harry smiled softly as he continued wiping her makeup away. “You can sleep right after,” he promised, his voice tender as he looked down at her, taking care of her as gently as possible.

As he finished, she gave him a drowsy smile, her words slurring as she mumbled, “I’m in love with you, you know.” She blinked up at him, her eyes barely open, her lips curling into a small smile. “Hmm, it’s like a massage,” she added, her voice growing even more distant.

Harry froze, his heart skipping a beat. His throat tightened as he stared down at her, the weight of her words settling heavily in the room. She was drunk, that much was obvious. But hearing her say that—even in her intoxicated state—did something to him.

“Y/N...” he started, but she was already drifting back to sleep, her breathing slow and steady.

“Can I sleep now?” she whispered, her voice fading as she yawned.

Harry nodded, though she couldn’t see him. “Yes, love. You can sleep now. Sweet dreams,” he whispered, pulling the covers up over her and making sure she was comfortable.

He stayed there for a moment, watching her as she snuggled into his pillow, her face peaceful and soft in the moonlight. His heart ached as he looked at her, wondering how they’d gotten to this point, and where things would go from here.

“Goodnight, love,” he whispered, brushing a strand of hair away from her face before quietly slipping out of the room, leaving her to sleep soundly in his bed.

[insaneasgardian]

Warmth ~ T’Challa Udaku

I’m sure ya’ll heard about Chadwick Boseman’s death 😭😭😭😭😭 CURSE CANCER!!! I am honestly so bleak, and I’m sure many others are too, this is why I decided to make a bit of T’Challa fluff for my lovelies... May Mr. Boseman always R.I.P, he was a true legend!

(Why are there no good T’Challa GIFS???!!!!)

Summary: You enjoy some quality time with your husband - to - be.

Warnings: Nothing but PURE FLUFF!

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Looking at the Wakandan sunset from your and T’Challa’s bedroom balcony was something which never failed to amaze you. After a long day of helping your fiance in his kingly duties, and preparing yourself for your role as the soon to be queen, you loved coming out here and relaxing yourself. Exhaling contently, you brought up your hand to your face and rested your chin on it, looking down at the kingdom of Wakanda. Traders were packing up, the hustle and bustle of the busy city sped up and everything just looked so alive.

God, you loved it here!

After a few moments to yourself, you felt a pair of strong yet gentle arms wrap around your waist. You turned your head to gaze into the Wakandan king’s adorable chocolaty brown eyes. He smiled at you and leaned closer, capturing your lips in his, indulging in a passionate kiss as everything else just melted away and the only thing that seemed to matter was the two of you, and the strong love you shared.

 Breaking apart after a few seconds you rested your forehead against his. “Hey” you mumbled, a lovely smile still gracing your lips. “Hey...” he whispered back, pulling you even more tightly to his chest and resting his head in the crook of your neck. “What are you doing out here?” he inquired in that thick accent you loved so much. “Just watching the sunset, it’s a gorgeous view!” you responded. T’Challa glanced at you, grinning extremely wide, “It really is”, he spoke, still gazing lovingly at you while tracing circles on . You blushed and tried to hide your red face in his neck, but he simple chuckled and grabbed your chin, tilting your head gently and getting you to look him in the eyes.

As the city below you continued to pack up after a day’s work, you and your lover stood in comfortable silence in each others loving embrace. “I love you so much” T’Challa mumbled into your shoulder. You beamed and turned in his arms to face him, “I love you too honey...” you murmured, “How on Earth did I get so lucky?” you asked no one in particular. The king took your hands in his and brought them up to his chest without breaking eye contact with you, “We both got very lucky...” he breathed out, “And I can’t wait to start a family with you by my side”.

Your eyes twinkled in anticipation as you opened your mouth to say something, but decided against it as you closed it again. The black panther looked at you in confusion, sensing that you had an urge to tell him something, but he decided not to push you and just stood there calmly, still holding you and giving you time to gather yourself. “I’m pregnant”, you blurted out after a minute or two. He looked at you in shock, then soon his face contorted to express unspeakable happiness. Pulling you close, his breath hitched in his throat, and you could see tears gathering in his eyes, the same tears you were sure were spilling from your own. 

And so, as your husband-to-be clutched you tightly to his chest, both of you crying tears of joy, the sun set behind the Wakandan hills. The kingdom cried tears of joy for you that day, for your beautiful love, and the fruit it beared. You knew that through the worst of times and toughest of days, you, your fiance and the child in your womb would always remain together forever...