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132. Chadwick Boseman | In The Rain

By : angstkillmonger | Tumblr

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

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"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."