#but I'm officially graduated now!! got my degree and everything so now I'm slowly getting used to having free time again

[incaseofspace]

been thinking about deltarune lately

[Image ID: A lineless drawing of Kris from Deltarune, in their Dark World outfit. They are holding their sword aloft and looking over their shoulder nervously. Multiple red strings encircle them, all leading back to their SOUL, which floats ominously behind them. End ID.]

[doyawalker]

Out of Sight, Out of Mind #13

helloo everyonee, I am back!!! how are u? i hope everyone is fine <33 i'm sorry my hiatus took a bit longer than expected but this story is officially back on again!! i have graduated and am now doing a different degree, but am more flexible with time as of now.

thank you so much for still supporting this series. I wrote this chapter rather quickly because I finally wanted to post smth again. I hope it fits well into the story cuz ngl it was a bit hard to merge back into the plot after such a long break.

i hope you enjoy and i am so happy to be back.

much love 🫶🫶

contains smoking, drinking, slight smut

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When I Saw You At That Party, I Was Paralyzed.

His eyes never left you for even a split second, as he took another sip from his cup. You were looking way too pretty sitting across from him, your skirt inching dangerously upwards as you shifted in your seat, widely gesturing with your hands as you talked with Namjoon. Your hair was flowing lively over your shoulders and your lips reflected the dimmed lights from the room because of your cherry lip oil. His mind automatically wandered back to last night when you were sitting on his lap in the back of his car, your back arching for his touch as he kissed your neck. Oh, how he needed that again. How he needed you. It was almost embarrassing. But since he had apologized to you and you were slowly letting your guard down around him, he was growing crazier and crazier for you.

And so, sitting here and not being able to be around you was exactly what he believed torture would be like. It wasn’t like he didn’t understand your reasoning. You wanted to take it slow. See how the tides would go. Don’t tell anyone at first. Sure, whatever. But then why did he have to spend time with you and his friends, when he would much rather just be alone with you?

“JK, bud, how about a quick smoke?”

The voice of Hoseok ripped him out of his spiraling thoughts, the hand of his friend slapping painfully against his shoulder.

At his words, your eyes snapped over to them, your face lightning up with a smile that had Jungkook’s stomach turning.

“Can I join?”, you asked, getting up from your seat. It was ridiculous how little skin your skirt was actually covering and it was driving him insane.

“Sure.”, Hoseok grinned, as Jungkook slowly got up from his seat, emptying the cup in his hand before stepping towards the door that led into the outside garden.

It was a party at Hoseok’s and Jin’s again, because the semester was coming to and end, but honestly it didn’t take much reason for the two of them to throw a party. The living room and kitchen were crowded, but the garden was rather empty, the almost full moon illuminating the greenery.

He slid the door open and let Hoseok and Namjoon pass before following closely behind you. He felt the warmth of your body radiating against his chest, your parfum intoxicating his senses, as the four of you walked towards the seating area.

He tried to enjoy the gift of your proximity as much as possible and when you threw him a look over your shoulder, a small grin on your face, he almost caved into the urge to touch you right where your skirt ended. His fingers started to itch.

The four of you sat down onto the cushioned garden stools, facing each other. You sat down next to Jungkook, the bare skin of your thighs slightly brushing against his dark jeans. Something in his stomach began to rumble.

He handed you a cigarette and lit it up for you, your eyelashes fluttering as you looked up to him to thank him. God.

He wanted to believe that the alcohol was causing the way everything around him was starting to spin, but he knew that it was all you. What were you doing to him?

Blowing the smoke out into the air, you took the two cards that Namjoon had laid in front of you and glanced at them quickly. Two fours. Looking back up at your opponents, you hesitated for a second before placing a red chip into the middle of the table. The others followed your lead.

It was the third round of poker already and you hadn’t won a single one yet. Humiliating at most, but Hoseoks failing attempts to keep a straight face while looking at his cards or contemplating how many chips to throw in where keeping your mood up. He was just too funny. Not to mention the second cup of Gin Tonic in your hand and, well, the kind of handsome man sitting beside you with one of his hands slowly inching up your naked thigh beneath the table.

It had been two weeks already. And things were honestly going well. Well, kind off. Things were going well with Jungkook. He had answered every last one of your questions about the time back then, had apologized about a thousand times, and although you hesitated to sleep with him yet because you were simply scared of growing too attached too fast, his kisses kept you awake at night. It was like every wish of two-year younger you had been fulfilled. And you weren’t disappointed. On the other hand, however, your brutally destroyed friendship with Tae was weighing heavy on your shoulders. You tried to shake it off the first few days, telling yourself that he would calm down eventually. But you had not seen or talked to him once during those past weeks. He was barely home and if he was, he was hiding out in his room. He wasn’t even meeting up with Sori. And it started to bother you more and more, like an itch that grew more annoying and harder to ignore each day. It just felt wrong. His reaction seemed out of hand, damn, almost out of character for him and it didn’t make sense to you that he was so furious over the fact that you were seeing Jungkook. You wanted to talk to him badly but he was hard to catch. Of course, he wasn’t here tonight either.

Sighing, you took another sip of your Tonic, throwing another red chip towards the center of the table. You decided to try your luck with your pair, because all four cards that were already revealed in the middle were absolute garbage.

Jungkook’s finger slightly pressed against your skin, as he looked at you questiongly. And as you noticed how high his hand had travelled by now, all doubts regarding Tae were thrown overboard in an instant and replaced by the image of Jungkook’s hand touching you even higher up.

You slowly leaned closer against him, noticing the way his body stiffened up a bit, the smell of his clean perfume hitting your nostrils.

You wanted to get out of here. With him.

Hoseok revealed the fifth card from the middle. Another four.

You didn’t even try to hide the smile on your face as you pushed two blue chips towards the other chips, throwing a challenging glance towards the two guys sitting in front of you.

Killing his cig in the ashtray, Namjoon discarded his cards, leaving only you and Hoseok to fight it out, as Jungkook had already backed out after the first three cards.

Hoseok followed your move by throwing two of his blue chips next to yours, his eyebrows wiggling excitedly.

“Show me what you got, baby.”, he laughed, revealing his cards.

A king pair.

Jackpot.

Throwing your hair over your shoulder, you leaned back into your chair calmly, slowly taking another drag from your cigarette, before turning your cards around for the others to see.

“Gotcha.”

Growning at the realization of his loss, Hoseok emptied the rest of his drink in one go, before getting up from his chair.

“I need more alcohol, I can’t handle being a loser sober.”, he announced, a deadpan expression on his face.

You also stood up, carefully placing a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, whose eyes jumped from the hem of your skirt up towards your face.

You knew he was thinking the same as you.

“I need to pee. Jungkook, can you refill my cup, please?”, you asked, leaning your head to the side and winking ever so slighly at him. He would get the message, right?

Right.

Something in the way he looked at you changed, his brows growing a bit further together, a faint grin appearing on his lips.

“Sure.”, he answered, getting up as well.

You slowly removed your hand from his shoulder as you turned to walk back towards the door that led inside.

Closing the bathroom door behind you, you didn’t even bother to lock it. You gave him thirty seconds. He would probably be faster though. Quickly checking your reflection in the mirror, you ran a hand through your hair, checking your makeup and lipstick. The nervous flutter you started to feel in your abdomen was so new and so weirdly exciting, but it had you cringing at the same time. You wanted to be calm and relaxed, like he always seemed to be. Instead you felt like a dumb teenager, freaking out over making out with their crush on a small toilet at a highschool party. But how could you not feel that way with the adrenaline rushing through your veins, Jungkook’s touch still feeling so foreign to you. How could you not be excited when trying things that you had wanted to try for the past two years? It was the moment that counted after all, wasn’t it?

You took a deep breath in, continuing to inspect yourself in the mirror, when the door finally opened and his broad frame appeared next to you.

You turned to look at him, a smile forming on your face as you realized that he actually had filled up your cup, but instead of handing it to you, he slammed it next to you on the bathroom counter, his body surging forward.

Pushing the door close with one hand, his other hand pulled you close to him so quickly that you couldn’t even realize what was happening when his lips already crashed against yours.

He spun you around, your back hitting the wood of the door, his fingers digging into the nape of your neck, as his chest leaned against yours and his lips demanded every ounce of your attention on them. Moaning silently against him, your mind took a good two, three seconds to fully grasp the situation at hand and when it finally did, the flutter in your stomach erupted into a full swarm of butterflies, filling your whole conscience.

You needed more.

His lips felt soft but assertive, his tongue carefully sliding into your mouth and as you moaned again, a low grumble escaped his chest. His hands slid down your body, over your waist and lower towards your skirt. Arching your back into his touch, you grabbed him by the neck and pulled him closer, making sure to press your lower body against his touch, requesting more and more.

“My god, babe, you’re driving me insane.”, he confessed quietly between kisses, his breath hovering over your lips. His fingers slipped under the fabric of your skirt and wandered upwards towards your center.

You couldn’t suppress the smile creeping up your face, the bliss of the moment catching you off guard. You simply couldn’t remember that kissing could feel so good.

But he would remind you that you could feel even better.

As his lips continued to kiss yours, sometimes leaving trails down your neck, and you relaxed against his muscular chest, his index finger brushed against your panties, sending a jolt of excitement up your spine.

Another moan slipped out between your parted lips, your eyes slightly rolling back. Not thinking straight, your hands surged forward towards his pants. Without breaking the kiss, your fingers hastily tried to unbuckle his belt, clearly struggling.

“Jungkooook.”, you whined. “Please, I need you.”

Your voice was only a whisper against his skin, but he heard you loud and clear. You felt his body stiffen under your touch again, his chest heaving from all the kissing.

But suddenly, his other hand gently grabbed you by the chin, turning your head to look straight at him.

“Are you drunk?”, he asked, concern lacing his voice. “Very drunk?”.

You blinked to focus back on him, brows furrowing together at the sudden interruption of his lips on yours, your mind still caught on his fingers between your legs and his belt between your hands.

“I’m a bit drunk.”, you stated confused, looking at him questioningly. “Why?”.

He looked towards the floor, the dark locks of his hair falling into his face. Tensing the muscles in his back, he slightly shook his head, before cautiously taking your hands and returning them to his neck.

“Y/N…”, he sighed, looking back up at you, his dark eyes drilling into you. “You have absolutely no idea how much I want you. Right now. Right here, everything…”

You tried to surge forward, his words enough to get you going.

“Jungkook, please, I want you just as much.”

Your hands wanted to move back towards his belt, but he forced them to stay at his chest.

“But if we are going to do this, we are not going to do this in a bathroom in a random house and we are not gonna do it when you’re drunk. I want you to be absolutely sure about this.”

His words lingered in the air as he pressed your hands against his torso, his fastened heartbeat pulsating against your palm.

You smiled.

Realizing the intention behind his words, you couldn’t help but lean forward again, but this time slower, more affectionate.

Stopping right before his face, your lips barely touched his. Who could’ve known that this man had such great manners? You would’ve never guessed.

Although, it only turned you on more.

You kissed him slowly, taking the lead this time around, your hands wandering back up towards his neck. He groaned silently, his bodyweight pushing you back against the door behind you.

“But, Jungkook…”, you muttered, your tongue grazing over his bottom lip. A slight tremble went through his body.

“Mhmmh?”, he hummed back, his hands back on your waist.

“I still need you right now.”

He grinned, one hand sliding under your skirt again. “Really?”.

“Yes.”

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[judasdreams]

I admitted out loud yesterday that I don't care about my trade school degree, it brings me no joy and I just want the papers out with the highest grades possible. I don't care about studying it anymore despite liking the "trade", but I won't quit since I'm so close to graduating.

I got a new medication last year that was increased last fall, and my eyes have gotten worse since then. Now I have migraines every time I read or watch anything, and the more tired I am, the worse it is. I need glasses that will cost me about 300e, and I might need a visit with an eye doctor. (Don't know what the official title for them is.)

I can't study without those glasses, but atleast my social worker has agreed to pay for them. The medication helps with my anxiety, but has (I'll get my eyes checked again tomorrow) atleast until last spring just slowly made my eyes worse. Upsides & downsides, am I right.

I'm tired of explaining to every other person why I need a walker/rollator, tired of people wanting to know my medical issues and tired of having people around. If I could just have the people who spend time around me for a living, I would be fine with that.

On top of everything, I've realised that I really don't want friends or a relationship anymore. I don't want to be stuck with someone, I don't have the energy or interest to put into a relationship or a friendship. I get anxiety every time someone who isn't getting paid to be around me, tries to talk with me or start any type of friendship/relationship with me.

I don't care anymore; I'm just tired.

[airis-paris14]

Miss Me Not 2

Summary: you graduate with your masters soon, and our boyfriend is plotting how to get you to Wakanda.

Warning: fluff!, T’Challa fluff!, T’Challa x black! OC.

A/N: This it for this story. Hope you enjoy! The next chapter of Take a Break should be up soon!

“Alisha Renee Davidson, step away from my dress!” you yelled over your shoulder as your friend inched her way to the Nordstrom suit bag. “Queenie, you’ve got to let me see at some point,” she sighed. “It’s been a week! Neither of us has ever purchased anything from Nordstrom that wasn’t on clearance. I wanna see.” She whined.

“You’ll see the dress when I put it on,” you explained cleaning the eyeshadow fallout from under your eyes. “It’s not that spectacular anyway,” you shrugged. Alisha turned and raised a perfectly threaded eyebrow, “Sis, have you ever owned a $400 dress before?” You bit your lip to contain your smile. You shook your head in response to her question. “Have you ever so much as touched a $400 dress?” she added moving to sit on the desk beside you. You shook your head no. “Then it is a big fucking deal!” the woman exclaimed. You burst into laughter and stood up from the desk. “I’m going to get changed,” you laughed grabbing the bag and walking into the bathroom. You unzipped the suit bag and ran your hands over the dress once more. You quickly shimmied into the white ensemble. Poking your head out of the bathroom, you called out to Alisha, “Hey, can you zip this for me?” you gingerly stepped out from behind the door as she broke into a grin. “I mean- damn- I gotta give loverboy credit. He sho’ know how to pick ‘em.” she smiled while pulling the zipper up.

“Me or the dress,” you smiled, turning to fiddle with the dress in the mirror. ”You. The dress is a reflection of the girl in the mirror. Have some confidence Queenie. You snagged a whole prince .” Your eyes filled with tears and you hugged your best friend. ”I'm gonna miss you Li.” she hugged you back, tears welling in her eyes too. ”No crying yet, ” she smiled dabbing at tears, ”We didn't spend your dress money on makeup for nothing.”

”You still gonna pay half of that, ” you laughed. ”Of course. Catch me when them graduation checks roll in, ” she pointed. You grabbed the mortarboard off your bed and handed them to Alisha to pin on over your twist out. Once she was done you switched places and you pinned hers onto her new wig. You both applied your final touches before standing side by side in the mirror. ” I still can't believe you convinced me to do this, ” you laughed staring at the top of your mortarboards.

”It’s cute and all the girls are doing it together.” Alisha smiled ”we better go. The girls want to meet up beforehand.” You double checked your outfit once more, then walked across the quiet campus to the athlete's entrance to the stadium. A scream erupted as you both turned the corner. ”OKAY LADIES NOW LET'S GET IN FORMATION!” your whole friend group began to sing as you walked towards each other. ”PROVE TO ME YOU GOT SOME COORDINATION!”

Everyone broke into your freshman dorm steps. When the time came everyone ran to the center, but you and Alisha were ready. ”Monroe girls best in the world! He parted the sea when he made me!” you high fived once the laughter subsided. ”Y'all know y'all ain't right, ” Zaria laughed pulling you into a hug. ”How?” You smiled, ” don't be mad cause Monroe girls do it best.”

”Y'all stupid, ” D’Aja laughed pulling you in for a hug. Texra and Cha’relle were next to hug you. ”Where’s Zulema,Charlie, and Nora?” you asked quickly scanning the group. Zulema and Nora had to go escort the speaker, and Charlie has never been early a day in her life.” Texra smiled, as teachers began escorting students into line. “I guess I’ll see y’all when the deed is done.” Cha’relle smiled as they begin calling for her school. “You make it sound like we are gonna kill someone,” Texra joked. “Who’s to say I haven’t already? I hope y’all negroes keep secrets,” she called over her shoulder before disappearing in line. “She’s joking right.” You asked as the rest of the group begin slipping on their gowns. You pulled your gown over your shoulders as the others shrugged. “Who knows? Jason could be laying in a ditch somewhere for all we know,” Texra joked as her school was called. “I’ll see y'all afterward.” she hugged you both once more. D’Aja followed suit and soon, you parted with Alisha as well. You fell into place with the rest of your classmates as you began the procession into the stadium. The roar of the crowd was the first thing to hit your ears as you processed behind the undergrads.

Your phone dinged in your hand as you recorded the scene all around you. “Isn’t that loverboy’s family. 9:00 o’clock. You glanced in the direction indicated by Alisha and spotted Ramonda Shuri and Okoye seated in the crowd. You broke out into a smile as you noticed your parents sitting with them. You opened the friend group chat in your phone and sent out a quick message. “Y’all. I’m gonna cry.” the replies were instantaneous as you all took your various seats located in close proximity to each other. “What happened?” “Why” “No. sis, this mascara is too expensive.” “Why didn’t you buy waterproof?” “Does it really matter?” “Yes.” “Yes.” “Yes.” “T’Challa’s family is here.” “Aww.baby girl.” “Bitchhh, they love you.” “Oop, a wedding on the way.”

You put your phone away as the graduation got underway. Soon enough, the moment you had all been waiting for had arrived. The graduate students were called to the stage one by one to receive their diplomas. Twenty minutes later, Elise Carter began her walk across the stage. Your heartbeat rapidly in your chest as you wiped your palms once more on the front of your gown. You adjusted your cords and stole once more. ”Iza Chattman, ” the announcer called out, “Your breath caught in your throat as you began your procession across the stage. Master of Arts in African and African American Studies,” You saw your friends on their feet cheering along with your family. You stood in the center of the stage awaiting your hood. Your heard more people erupt in screams. Your friends screamed from the crowd, along with undergrad students. Confusion settled onto your face as people began to point behind you. You turned slowly to find T’Challa dressed in his royal regalia, kneeling before you on the floor.

Tears welled in your eyes as realization sunk in. you began to nod yes vigorously. T’Challa laughed before being handed a microphone. “Iza. Ever since my eyes landed on you six years ago. On this very campus. I have never been able to get you out of my head. You are in everything I do, and everything I encounter. Every time I see something or try something new. My first thought is always of you. Whether you would like it? How you would feel? And lately, I find myself making life decisions with you in mind. That’s when I realized. I never saw any part of the rest of forever without you. When I’m with you I feel normal. I feel loved and cared for. I feel like I can be myself with you. You have been my sunshine and my confidant for years now, and I want to make it official. I know the future for us is uncertain, and scary. And your life is going to change in so many different ways. But even as I stand here now, I am in awe of you and all you’ve done. And I’m more than confident that you can and will rule by my side. With intelligence, poise, wisdom, and grace. That is why I kneel here before you to ask,” The prince briefly dropped your hand to pull a black box out of his pocket. “If you Iza Marie Chattman. Will marry me, T’Challa Udaku Prince of Wakanda.” he flipped open the black box and a large diamond ring unveiled itself. Tears poured openly out of your eyes, “Yes, a million times yes!” you smiled through your tears. He stood and slipped the ring on your finger. The crowd erupted in cheers as you pulled him into a kiss. Phones everywhere flashed as you both stood gazing at each other on the stage.

Once the president calmed everyone down, she offered her congratulations in return and after one final kiss, you headed off the stage. You ventured back to your seat with frequent congratulations and hugs. Once all the master's degrees were conferred, the graduate students were led out before the undergraduate students began their walks. As soon as you exited the stadium, your friends bum rushed you from all sides. “Bitchhhh, who was right?” Texra yelled once she caught up with you in the crowd. You pulled her in for a hug as your other friends began to scream once they spotted you in the crowd. “Izaaa!!!!! Girl, you snagged him. You snagged a mutherfucking prince sis! When’s the wedding?” Zulema sang as she hugged you.

“Girl, she just got engaged a like 45 minutes ago,” Charlie smiled hugging you too. “But,” Alisha interrupted, “The real question is. Who is the maid of honor?” Alisha pointed. “Now. Y'all all know it’s me,” Zulema pointed. “Now I know you a bold-faced lie,” Texra interjected as the other began to argue.

“Damn, can't I just enjoy being engaged first?” you shook your head as Alisha moved to stand beside you. ”It's me right, ”Alisha asked. ”You already know, ” you smirked. ”Now I remember sending my baby off to college to become a historian. Not a queen, ” a deep voice rumbled. ”Daddy, ” you smiled at your father. He wrapped you in a warm hug. ”Princess, ”you corrected. ”the queen is standing behind you.”

Ramonda smiled as you walked over to give her a hug. ” I am so proud of you. I am sorry T’Chaka could not be here as well, ” she smiled. ”you all being here is more than I could have hoped for.” you replied as you set your eyes on Shuri. ”and my little sister made time to come see me as well, ” you teased as Shuri opened her arms for a hug. ”well someone had to make sure the boy actually proposed.” she laughed. ”I would not have missed it for the world” she added quietly.

”General, ” you smiled at the woman. ”we are all so proud of you Sister Iza, ” she smiled. ”Thank you.” you're turned to face your mom. ”Mama.” you cried as you rushed into her arms. ”since when does your mama come last on the list of people you greet?” you squeezed her tighter and laughed into her shoulder. ”I'm so proud of you busy bee, you've grown into an amazing young woman.” you wiped a tear from under her eye.

”Iza!” Alisha yelled, ”come one so we can take this picture!” she waved you over. ”Shuri, can you take this photo?” she took your phone, ” gotcha, ” she smiled. You walked over to your friends, unzipping your gown along the way. ”wait who's the last person?” you asked. Your eyes scanning over the eight people present. ”oh I invited Issa to be in the picture.” Zulema explained. ”Issa?” Alisha questioned. ”as in our speaker Issa Rae?” Charlie exclaimed.

”Zulema, ” a new voice called, you all looked up to find Issa standing next to T’Challa. ”hey Issa, ” Zulema smiled. ”This is Iza, Charlie, D’Aja, Nora, Cha’relle, Zaria, Texra, and Alisha.” the black woman introduced. ”it's so nice to meet you all, ” Issa smiled. ”I hope you don't mind me intruding on your picture.” you smiled, ”No, it's no problem. Thank you for agreeing.”

Everyone lined up in a row and Shuri took a couple of pictures.

”ok ok, just one question, ” Nora interrupted ”how many if y'all new that lover boy was a prince?” You, Alisha, and Issa, all raised your hands. ”when were y'all gonna enlighten the rest of us?” Nora huffed. ”to be fair, he is all over the news all the time, ” Alisha shrugged. You smuggled into T'challa's side. ” I mean, I had my first legal drinks at a bar, with a Prince, ” like is no one else a little in awe?” Nora exclaimed.

”Sis, Iza is about to marry him! That is awe!” Nora interjected. ” I just wanna know if I can still call you loverboy, ” Charlie asked. ” Of course, ” T'Challa smiled. ”please, I am the same T’Challa you all went to college with.” the prince explained. ”Except that you're about to marry Queenie and if you hurt her we’ll kill you.” All of your friends nodded with Charlie. “The Dora will be glad to assist you,” Okoye winked.

“Can I marry him before we discuss plans to kill him?” You teased. The large group began walking towards their cars. T’Challa squeezed yours in his. “So. Mrs. T’Challa Udaku is moving to Wakanda?” The prince teased. You stopped in your tracks. The prince was roughly jerked back. “T’Challa, look me in my eyes and tell me you didn’t do this just to get me to move to Wakanda.” Your voice eased out slowly. The prince’s eyes widened in horror. The implications of his words sinking in. Ramonda quickly dragged Shuri off and everyone else scattered to their respective cars. Charlie eying T’Challa the whole way.

“No, oh entle no! I’ve been planning this since you first asked me to attend your graduation. I have known I’ve wanted to marry you. I’ve been ready for a while now, but I wanted it to be special,” he quickly explained. You visibly relaxed,” oh,” you replied. You both began walking back to the car. “So what changed eh?” The prince question as he walked to open your car door. “What do you mean?”

“Well you know marrying me means you are moving to Wakanda right?” He paused. “Yes.” You laughed. The prince turned to face you. “A few weeks ago, you were very unsure about moving to Wakanda. Now you want to marry me.”

“T’Challa, do you not want me to marry you?” You turned to face the prince in the interior of his car. “Yes, Yes I do! But I just want to know your train of thought.” You sighed turning to T’Challa, “T’Challa. What made you know, despite all my uncertainty, that I would say yes?” The prince stopped to think. “One, I prayed to Bast that I got lucky,” he cracked a grin. He reached for your hand, “and security. You like security. Knowing what’s going to happen.”

“There’s your answer your highness. I always knew we were in this thing forever. But with you as a public figure, an engagement makes that forever known to everyone around us. To the world. That gives me the societal security I needed to make this move. With you. As long as you are a constant in my life, I can’t anything else the world throws at us. Cause, it will always be me and you vs. the world. And that’s enough for me.” The prince smiled before pulling you in for a soft kiss. He pulled the seatbelt over his chest before pulling smoothly out of the parking lot. As you drove past your dorm he smiled. “How about tomorrow, once we get everything out of your dorm. We take a piggyback ride around campus. I’ve never had a piggyback ride before.”

“Who says that you’ll be getting one, shouldn’t the husband carry his wife around?” You teased. “I think the homeowner should be carried around.” T’Challa rebutted. “So I should be carrying your father around?” You teased. “You know what, never mind.” The prince frowned.

T’Challa made a turn as comfortable silence enveloped the Lexus. “So what is our first order of business in Wakanda?” You questioned. “Choosing a Royal House to live in. So I can wake up your beautiful face each morning. Sunlight reflecting off that beautiful brown skin. Watching your face as I take you over and over and over….”

T’Challa!” You exclaimed as he pulled into the restaurant. “I love you,” You followed him out of the car. “I love you too entle,” he grinned. Kissing the large diamond on your finger.

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