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❛ 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 ❜

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭.𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧!𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐱 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐛 𝐧𝐚’𝐯𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smoking (cigarettes) mentions of death (jakes brother), mom and daughter dynamic with grace, cursing, nothing much this chapter, angry Grace, (following chapters might have smut/mating)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Jake is not so wholeheartedly welcomed into the AVATAR program by his soon to be co-workers, but one if his co-workers, he didn’t really expect to be blue and almost 8ft tall.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: my first post, and the first chapter (prologue??), ik i’m a little bold 🤭

"I see you, you know?" A small tech assistant holds her clipboard to her chest with her right arm, while her left is propped on her hip as she looks up at you with a disapproving look.

You're not supposed to be one inch inside the link room unless Grace is there, and you know that.

You've waited for her cooped up in too small of room for way too long. Yesterday she told you she would be back in the link room in her human form before six o'clock, you suppose Grace isn't aware of the fact human time and Na'vi time are not the same..at all. In fact, you had no idea what six o'clock even meant.

You turn your head back to the small tech who is still standing, awaiting your excuse as to why you're in the doorway of the link room.

"Grace." Your word isn't a question, more of a demand, and the tech seems to have no answer for you as she shrugs.

"Time?" It's a question this time, you know what time is, it's...well it's time. You just have no idea what those small and bold lines mean on the circular ticking device, Grace taught you how to count, hell she even taught you how to count to one hundred, but you didn't see one hundred on the clock, it all stopped at twelve. and right now the clock was, confusing to say the least.

The tech, a woman, looks at her wrist, you bend down further to look also, only to see the same shape of the ticking device but in a smaller form on her wrist "5:53 on the dot."

"How many until six?" The tech didn't correct you on your grammar like Grace did, only opting to send you a confused look before she looked back down at her watch, you doing the same, hoping to learn at least something.

"Let's see missy- uhm about sev-" Her words are cut short as a loud hissing noise and a robotic voice rolls through the lab. The tech leans her head back out of the doorway to see who was coming out of their link pod, and you do the same, only you hit your head on top of the doorway. The tech's head whips around back to you before being met with a blue scrunched up face full of pain.

"Who's got my goddamn cigarette!" Grace. Her angry voice unmistakable, the tech who was previously with you reaches in her lab coat pocket to pull out an all familiar box, Grace's cigarettes. When the tech hurries to get Grace her cigarette, you don't miss the chance to duck your head past the doorway of the lab and finally stand to your full height. You're not allowed to run in the lab, but you do much bigger steps to get to your favorite person on the planet.

When you finally get to Grace, she's standing up and lighting her cigarette, but there are three other people walking—and rolling in front of you, making it impossible for you to get to her unless you push them out of the way. You are glad they don't notice you, but apart of you wants to mess with the one person you do recognize, Max.

"Grace Augustine is a legend. She's the head of the Avatar Program, and she wrote the book-I mean literally wrote the book on Pandoran botany." A male voice interrupts your plans on messing with Max, the man sounds excited to be here, and though some of the words he said aren't in your vocabulary, you know he is talking about Grace.

Speaking of Grace, she definitely doesn't mind the faint praise she hears, she sees you though, of course she does, you're eight feet tall. She sends you a nod which you can only interpret as 'hold on', and you do. Uncomfortably, you walk closely and loom over the three men and wait for your turn to talk with Grace, but none of them seem to notice your presence.

The three men are finally in front of Grace, and Max introduces her to them.

"And here she is, Cinderella back from the ball.Grace, i'd like you to meet Norm Spellman, and Jake Sully." Max turns his body in the direction of both of the men as he introduces them, and then he notices your tall blue figure before he sends a wink at you. One you smile wholeheartedly at. Max was one of your other favorite scientists, he understood you, and was nice, he didn't kick you out of the lab when you knocked over dangerous chemicals like Grace did. He actually disregards the giant 'NO AVATARS' sign on top of the doorway of the lab. You weren't an 'avatar' anyway, you were true Na'vi.

Grace removes her glasses from her face before fully facing who you now know as Norm "Norm, I hear good things about you, how's your Na'vi?"

"Awvea ultxari ohengeyä, Nawma Sa'nok Irrtok siveiyi." (May the Great Mother smile upon our first meeting.)

You recognize this language, as it is yours, the language you have spoken all your life. You knew Grace and a couple other people in the lab could speak Na'vi, but you didn't know outsiders could. You watch as norm slightly brings his hand to his forehead before bringing it down to greet Grace in the traditional Na’vi way, you think you're starting to like this Norm Spellman.

"Tsun tivam. Aylì'u ngian nì'it skepek lu." (Not bad. You still sound a bit too formal, though.) Grace responds to Norm before putting her hands behind her back, ultimately telling him his Na'vi sounds a bit too formal, which is true, but the elders of the clan would love Norm.

"Zìsìt amrr ftolia ohe, slä zene fko nivume nìtxan." (I studied for five vears but there is much to learn.) Norm seems bashful as he is avoiding eye contact with Grace, but he is smiling, still excited to be meeting Grace.

Grace's smile is evident as she listens to Norm, but the sweet moment is cut short as Max interrupts the conversation and her smile drops.

"Uhm Grace, this is Jake sully." Max looks at Grace and back to the man in the moving chair, who sticks his hand out to Grace. You scrunch up your face in distastefulness at his attempt of a greeting.

"Yeah, yeah I know who you are, and I don't need you, I need your brother-" Jake's hand slowly comes down as Grace's movements have full annoyance in them, you can tell she doesn't want this Jake Sully here, and if Grace doesn't want him, you don't either.

"-Y'know, the PhD who trained 3 years for this mission?" Grace's focus is now on Max, but you stay standing, matter of fact, you've been standing for the past three minutes listening to their conversation without saying anything or making any noise.

"He's dead-" The room falls silent in uncomfortableness, you look at the back of Jake's head in sadness, you might not know how it feels to lose a sibling, but you know how it feels to lose someone you love.

"-Know it's a big inconvenience for everyone." Jake finishes his sentence but you look back up at Grace to see her mood or face hasn't changed from the annoyance she holds.

"How much lab training have you had?"

"I dissected a frog once." The answer Jake gives makes you feel bad, as you know that was not the answer Grace wanted

"You see, you see! I mean their just pissing on us without even the curtesy of calling it rain, i'm going to Selfridge." Grace sounds and looks even more annoyed than before as she looks Max right in his face before she begins to walk away from the conversation.

"No! Grace I don't think that's a good idea" Max tries to stop her as he chases after her, you have a big frown on your face, knowing you won't be able to see Grace for a while, since she is 'pissed' as the techs call it.

"No man, this is such bullshit! I'm gonna kick his corporate butt, he's no buisness sticking his nose in my department" Grace says her final words as she m stomps further out of the link room and into what you assume is the office of the 'corporate' man, whatever that means.

Max gives up chasing after Grace and turns back to Jake and Norm.

"Here tomorrow, oh eight hundred, try and use big words" He's talking to both of them, but more of Jake since he's the one who made Grace angry with his unprofessionalism

You let out a big sigh as Max walks by you, his height nothing compared to yours, he stands about waist high, but he tries to comfort you as he gives you a small pat on your hip before he makes his leave, Hearing the sigh, the two men, Norm and Jake turn around, only to be met with your stomach and thighs. Their heads tilt up with wide eyes and open mouths as they finally, after five minutes notice you.

"Oel ngati kameie" You say as you bring your hand up to your forehead before bringing it back down, more so doing it to Norm than Jake.

"Holy shit." The man you know as Jake says as he fully takes in your form, though both men are still staring at you, the eight foot tall Na'vi, not avatar, in the link room

#jake sully #norm spellman #max patel #grace augustine #must read

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kyber4crystal · 2 years ago

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Bottom of a Whiskey Cup

I’ll put the keep reading option later

The glass broke, it shattered when I threw it against the wall. No more bourbon for me I guess. There was always a joke between me and alcohol. People said it was like we depended on each other, I drank it and the bar got money, I drank it and the stores sold out, I drank it and the people I care about would leave me in my own drought.

I looked over, across the room, and dared to look up. The face that stared back at me was broken, tear-stained, and devastated. I knew what was going to happen next but I didn't want it to. I wanted to be selfish and keep this horrible moment for just a while longer, just a little if it meant that nobody would leave this house anything so long as it meant that I wouldn't end up alone again.

"I never knew why I stayed this long, why I prolonged this when clearly I've been with a lunatic that doesn't know how to live" were the only words that I could register, I mean they're not wrong, but I don't want them to be right. "What is wrong with you?"

"Nothing's wrong"

She scoffed, "No something clearly is, but I can't fathom why you won't admit it" there was a pause, an uncomfortable one, "what do you have to lose?

"You"

"You already did" she shook her head, or maybe that was me going dizzy, I couldn't really tell, my mind had already betrayed me. "You should have thought this through before you made me give my life to you" she turned around and that's when I snapped out of it, that's when every little piece of hope inside of me crashed, and that's when I cracked. She was finally gonna do what was right for her.

"I can't do this" and she walked up to the room. Why?

"What are you doing?" Why can she make me so vulnerable?

"I'm taking my things, then I'm going home" she wanted to go.

"This is your home" She started to pack. I needed to stall, to do something to keep her here she can't just leave.

"No it's yours, and clearly our 'interests' aren't aligned anymore so I'm going to take my things and go" she couldn't do this to me. Not now.

"But wait, please" I saw her take her belongings and I couldn't touch her.

"For what? An apology? An explanation? What could you possibly say?"everything was packed, "you've used every excuse in the book and I stayed for all of them but what can you possibly have now?"

I tried to shake my head, I wanted to grab that luggage in her hand and just stop her from leaving, but I can't, I know I can't.

"No excuse. Just me. Stay."

She looked away. Her clothes were ready in that one dreaded luggage. And just like that, she walked out. She almost made it through the main door before I said the first thing that I could muster.

"Don't leave" but my voice cracked and she couldn't hear me right and that made her turn around.

"What" this is it, this is my shot to keep her, to keep my only hope here with me.

"Don't leave. Don't you dare leave me"

She walked up to me, luggage in hand, maybe she was going to stay. But her smile, out of all the circumstances, why would that smile show up now?

"Oh sweetheart, I was never really here"

And just like that, I'm in my chair, sitting in the foyer, a glass of good old bourbon in my hand. And I realized this wasn't real, there was no fight, although I could see that I walked, I remember I talked but she wasn't there.

I spoke to thin air, to nothing, all because she died and the thought of her leaving me was better than the one where she is buried. The reason for her actually leaving was so cruel but I guess the devil is in the details.

She only left because I started the game again, I hunted but I didn't clear out my prey.

"Hey honey, I'm back from the grill. I'm gonna go shower and then I'll eat something with you, okay?"

"Yeah sure, I'll wait here"

Wait, I didn't clear out, I dozed off again. It's in the tub.

Why is a normal life so hard? I guess old habits die hard.

#my fic #fiction #random idea #dumb mystery #genre #free character #angst #your choice #male x female reader #male x female reader angst

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kyber4crystal · 2 years ago

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hitch your heart to one small thing

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kyber4crystal · 2 years ago

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Black Adam is the Supehero film we need

I mean it. A film like Black Adam was sorely needed when it was first announced and still badly needed now during it’s release. It does this thing, that most superhero movies these days don’t do; it takes its characters seriously. It never pokes fun at their names, their suits, their powers. No. These are heroes who are on a mission, and it’s so refreshing seeing a superhero movie that isn’t so insecure about itself. The Rock and the cast are proud of the characters they’re playing, they respect them and that makes all the difference. From the get-go, the confidence and care placed in the source material helps set the tone and immerses the audience. You will love and respect them as much as the writers and cast does.

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kyber4crystal · 2 years ago

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woke up this morning to a comment on a fic saying they hoped I didn’t mind them commenting on such an old fic, and the fic isn’t even a year old, so I’m going to reiterate: I can’t speak for every single fanfic writer in the world, but I don’t know a single one myself who wouldn’t be thrilled to get comments on years-old fanfic! there is no deadline! it honestly made my day

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kyber4crystal · 2 years ago

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Nectar of the Gods (Chris Hemsworth x Wife! Reader)

Category: Smut

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: established relationship, p in v penetration, handjob, fingering, I think that’s it

The cool breeze made the curtain give a slight, graceful dance. The morning light was welcoming yet neither of you wanted to get up. You've been in that room one entire night and yet still, you'd rather stay there, a haven created by a long night of passion and love than move to the outside world.

“You know, you're why I smile lately.” you run a hand along the side of his face, grazing his cheek lightly with your fingertips.

“Yeah?” His smile, big and full of life, brought a small laugh from you. This man meant everything to you. He brings so much light into your life that it's almost impossible to not forget the problems that await you outside.

“Yeah, everything was jumbled after I finished filming, and this last movie was such a roller coaster but you stayed there, firm as a rock.” his eyes trained on your own, admiring every aspect of you through your eyes. Sometimes you wondered if he could see the good and the bad through you. It amazed you how much he loved you, so unconditionally it was scary sometimes.

“I'm glad that I can be there for you, you know I’ll always be there for you. You're my person Y/N and I won't let anything bad happen to you. I love you too much to lose you.” his voice was soft while he spoke, his love was shown in so many ways, in how he held you, how he looked at you, how he was around you, how he just loved you.

In general, you were both smitten. It wasn't much of a surprise to anyone that saw you, just how in love you both were, how much two people could share in their lives. You both were lucky to have found each other, not everyone finds something this special, this precious. This hotel room became your little sanctuary for your time being and it was the most magical feeling ever.

There was this sense of wholeness within you that you couldn't ignore. You kiss his neck and trail your kisses up to his jaw. His smile is so wide and happy. You've never loved someone as much as you've loved him, the pure joy you get by seeing him be so happy in such a sweet moment was the reason you had this time away. He was such an excellent partner and such a fantastic father that you couldn't replace him with anything or anyone.

"I love you," he kissed your lips, "I love you so much it drives me insane sometimes." He kissed your jaw. His hands roamed your hips and your head resting in his arms, listening to his words, this was your peace.

The hand placed on your hip kept moving down to your thighs, gently kneading the flesh that resided there. His lips left kisses on your neck and collarbone while you traced lines on his chest. He placed his wandering hand over you and ran two fingers up your folds, massaging the bundle of nerves that resided in that area. He separated your lips, digging his finger slightly in while the other went up and down your clit. His lips trailed up to your ear, nibbling your lobe while he savored the sweet sounds that escaped your mouth.

"How can you work me up this fast?" Your question made him hum, slightly slowing down like if he was thinking his next words.

"I don't know love, but from how wet you are I'd say I'm doing something really good." He left you breathless, the stroke he had on you turned into two digits and his thumb took his place on your clit.

"And from how hard you are I'd say you're getting off on how much I'm trying not to move." He chuckled at your words. You placed your hand on his cock, slightly stroking him, placing your finger over his tip which made him shudder. His forehead rested next to yours, both your breaths mingled with the other.

His thumb stroked a little faster while the two digits inside you were joined in by a third. His other hand, that rested beneath your head, came up to caress your hair, his gentle kisses accompanied his fingers threading through your hair. Your hand almost gave out from stroking him. "Baby you can stop, I just want to pleasure you. I don't have to cum." Goosebumps sprinkled through his body, you made it impossible for him to not be in love with you.

You nodded yet stroked him faster. He inhaled deeply, your scent filling his nose giving him a jolt of electricity, he couldn't get enough of you. His pace quickened sometimes and when you flicked your thumb over his slit, his hand slightly trembled inside of you. His groans were right next your ear, he peppered kisses on the side of your head, sometimes trailing down to below your jaw. Truly, you made the perfect choice to come to Italy and get a breather. Lazy sex was something that you always found useless until you met your husband, he made you change your mind faster than anyone before.

“I really love those sounds you make, the god of thunder completely at my mercy,” a giggle ripped out of you at what you refrensed, you tighten your grip whenever you reached the base, slowly going back up and repeating the action.

“And an empress at mine,” he nuzzled his face next to your neck, grazing his lips and teeth there, leaving a small mark at your collarbone, “you truly are music to my ears.” He gave a particular thrust into you, curling his fingers at just the right spot, and almost made you cum.

“Chris, don’t stop,” your moan was loud, a delicious addition to the squelch that your juices and his own were making, “fuck, how have you always been so good at this?”

“Blame it on the amount of times I’ve roamed my hands on you. You truly are a greedy little thing sometimes,” he spoke breathlessly, his thumb on your clit was relentless, he had you shaking, sometimes losing the rhythm you had on his dick.

“It’s not my fault your the one that always starts and insists on making me cum more than you,” you could barely speak, moans escaping in between your sentence, he was unbelievably good at making you reach your peak, thank god he wasn’t on a teasing mood.

“Oh god,” he kept on hitting your g-spot, continuously making a mess of you, he kissed your neck and under your jaw, loving the sounds that came out of you, “oh shit,” he never stopped, he trailed his kisses to your breasts, nibbling on a nipple that was closest to him.

“Cum my love,” he says it in between marking you and kissing you, “cum for me,” your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, he kept the fingers inside of you prolonging your bliss, you were in a daze, a lazy smile on you. He kissed your cheek, your nose, your forehead, whispering sweet nothings into your ears, and lastly kissed you on your lips, “l love you so much, you did amazing my love, you did so good.”

“I need you Chris, please,” he smiled and chuckled, even after years of being together your sex drive was still so insanely high.

“Are you sure?” His asking was genuine, you’d been at it for a while and he wouldn’t have you get hurt because of him.

You nodded, running your hand through his sides, knowing he loved when you trailed them a certain way.

“Okay, just tell me if you need a break,” he positioned himself in between your legs, placing your thighs on top of his own, he reached down and held you around your waist with one arm while his other was occupied caressing your face.

“I will, baby, don’t worry,” he kissed you, he loved kissing you, how your lips molded to his, how your tongue would wrestle with is own, how he could make you moan if he did that specific twirl with his tongue, he loved to pleasure you, as much as he loved getting to cum inside you.

He slowly thrust in, letting you get comfortable again with the stretch. You feel every ridge of him, you felt how your walls fluttered around him. He let out a guttural moan at how tight you still were, wrapping around him so perfectly.

“Fuck,” halfway in he stopped moving, if he did move he would lose control and that would hurt you, your already sensitive walls pulled him in more, but your gasps and sounds gave out that clearly you needed time, “baby, your not comfortable, I’m hurting aren’t I?”

“No, your not, I’m okay, just take it slow,” you pulled him down to kiss him and rolled your hips to feel more of him, the stretch of him was so painfully pleasurable that you needed more. You took what he gave you and what he hesitated in giving you you coaxed out of him.

He set a slow rhythm, working you both up to get accustomed to the feeling. An entire night of passion could do wonders, the reason for the morning soreness you were now feeling but you needed him.

Low groans and moans bounced off the walls of the hotel room along with the sound of your juices mixing together. His pelvis hitting your clit. He would pull out almost completely and slowly go back in, angling toward your g-spot, already knowing by memory where it was. His lips trailed below your jaw, his free hand would play with a nipple, fiddling with it in between his fingers.

All he wanted was for you cum, you had worked him up earlier enough for him to orgasm the second he entered you yet his pleasure was seeing you pleasured so he took you to the ledge. He picked up his pace, his thrusts stronger, he lowered his hand toward your clit, flicking it and rubbing the amount he knew would make you cum. Your walls tightened around him, your moans became louder, you were close.

“Oh god, harder,” and he did, he went faster, his thumb on your clit pressed down a little more, he whispered in your ear how much of a good girl you are and how good you were doing for him. That sent you over the edge. That orgasm hit you hard, he kept thrusting in you making it last longer.

“Holy shit,” he came, hard. His cum coated your walls, some spilling out from in between you, you both couldn’t stop smiling, he coaxed every tremble from you, his hips still slowly moving, “I love you,” you smiled up at him, tired out of your mind, you whispered it back. The action brought a grin to him, that smile somehow became bigger, he bent down to kiss you once more, a sweet kiss to distract you from the sting of him leaving your entrance.

“I’ll go get something to clean us up,” he signaled towards the bathroom.

“Okay,” you set your legs down, as comfortably as you could, and placed the blanket over you. He came back with a wet hand towel, cleaning you up, being careful not to do it too hard, he was a titan of a man.

He placed it in a corner and snuggled in with you, wrapping you both with the blanket, an arm over your waist and the other under your head, he loved when you snuggled up to him, having you right next to him.

The morning was almost through and the both of you hadn’t left that hotel room. This vacation was a blast, you’d definitely would come after every film is done.

#chris hemsworth #chris hemsworth fanfic #chrishemsworth #chris smut #chris hemsworth smut #fanfic #x reader #chris hemsworth x reader #chris x reader

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kyber4crystal · 2 years ago

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The ending is the best, it was honestly my own reaction while reading it. Love your work!!

Hi Angelina, congrats on 3.5k!

I must be the only one on here who prefers fluff to anything else 🤣 so may I request either (or both) of these prompts for an Austin x Reader story:

'is it weird I've dreamed about our wedding?'

'the word love can't even scratch the surface of what I feel for you'

Thanks so much already xx

sfw!

note ; i am a SLUT for wedding prompts so we’re going w that one

warnings ; none!

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Maybe it’s the wine. It has to be the wine. There’s no other explanation as to why you’re staring at your best friend, an imaginary laser beam pointed directly at his head, in the middle of what should be the happiest day of your life.

Well, as happy as your sister’s wedding day can be.

That’s the thing: it’s not your wedding, the attention is most definitely not on you, yet you feel as though you swallowed a vat of cement, that your feet might fall through the granite floors of the church, all because you’re imagining that it’s not your sister’s wedding. That it’s yours and Austin’s.

He’s so oblivious, in his black, tailored suit, golden locks pushed back and tamed with gel. So completely ignorant, unsuspecting, just smiling back at you with his pearly whites, seated smack-dab in between your cousin and his sister.

The whole reception is just a slideshow of your morality dragging away, shattering into tiny pieces, as you deal with the crash and burn of your feelings that used to lie dormant within you. With the fuzziness of alcohol inside you, happy couples surrounding you like a tsunami wave, you’re burying homicidal urges every time you take another sip of your watered down vodka cranberry.

And it would be easy to pretend nothing is haplening, that everything is literally just fine, if Austin wasn’t dressed in his finest suit, sleeves of his white button-up rolled up to his elbows, chatting with your family as he always does.

You throw what you hope is your final glance at the clock, realize there’s still two hours left of the reception, and audibly groan. Loud enough to the point where the old couple raises their eyebrows at you, and you sneer back at them.

“Care for a dance, mi lady?”

Goddamnit.

You lift your head up like a lost puppy, hand releasing its firm grip on the glass. Austin peers down at you, extending his hand, and you’re almost certain you see two of him. That extra vodka cranberry is not doing you well.

“Do I have to?”

“C’mon, [Y/N], you love weddings,” His eyes are a little glassy, voice a little slurred. Your heart flutters at the idea that he might be drunk enough to ask you to dance, not for the reason that you’re seated uncomfortably between an entire retirement home, but because he’s using his intoxication as an excuse to dance with you. It’s delusional, you’re aware.

“I do love weddings,” you muse, tapping your fingernail to your lip sarcastically.

“I know you do.”

Of course he does.

So, with that, he takes your hand in his, guiding you to the packed dance floor, and it feels as though you’re walking above the clouds, weightless and angelic, head above the water. Leads you to a part that’s more secluded, lets the rhythm of the slow song guide him as he places your hands on your hips, and you think you might pass away. You gulp thickly, arms wrapping around his neck as he looks down at you.

You sigh into him, at the feeling of his body heat on yours, at the idea that this could be what it feels like during your own first dance at your wedding with him.

It’s almost as if he can read your mind. It’s almost as if the alcohol has blurred the lines of friendship and lovers enough to make him speak his next words, make him lean in closer to you that you can smell the whiskey on his lips, right next to your ear, “Is it weird I’ve dreamed about our wedding?”

Your heart skips a few beats, cheeks burning and you feel yourself float up, up, up, possibly through the roof of the reception hall. You let out a sigh of relief, “Oh, thank fucking god.”

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