Take a shot if…
- the age difference or underage tag is present
- female bff/quirky subordinate Tina
- “Mr. Graves”
- Graves takes a drink of whiskey/ bourbon/ or any other manly hot dude drink
- Graves is just… so damn conflicted about sleeping with Credence but he does it anyway
-“oh you no majs are still doing that whole homophobia thing? How quaint.”
-based on a Halsey song
Finish your drink ….
- Daddy kink
- “dead dove: do not eat”/“don’t like don’t read”
- lots of shaking and whimpering from credence cause he’s a Virgin™ y'all
-Newt is barely mentioned or not in the story at all
Plot: You and Heechul get drunk at a members party and kiss
Pairing: Heechul x Reader
Words count: 1,5k+
Genre: Comedy, slight smut
For anon, I hope you like it!
Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!
‘Do I have to go?’ You whined, ‘I don’t even know anyone !’
‘Well you know Teukie?’ Your best friend chuckled.
You rolled your eyes at her, ‘Because he is your boyfriend not because he is my friend.’
‘Stop being a spoilt sport,’ She scolded, ‘It’s a party. There will be other people there and you know the members so why are you complaining?’
‘Greeaaattt, another long night with Yesung’s turtle talk, Shindong going off about food and Heechul being obnoxious.’ You faked enthusiasm.
‘SEE! You do know some people and plus you like them anyway.’ She stifled a little laugh, ‘Come on, lets get going.’
Tonight was Leeteuk’s birthday and you were invited. You didn’t know if you were invited as a guest or over the fact that your best friend was dating him. Getting in the car, you both drove to the club that was hosting this grand party. Their was music blaring out as security allowed people in who were meant to be their and chased away those who weren’t. Smiling at the large gentleman, you both walked in.
‘I’m gonna find Teuk.’ You heard Hyerim scream in your ear, just nodding you walked to the bar and ordered a light drink.
‘I never knew you drank?’ A voice asked.
‘Well now you do,’ You stated, ‘Hey Heechul.’
‘A whiskey neat please.’ The elder asked the bartender.
‘Oooo manly drink.’ You teased.
‘The music is giving me a headache,’ He was handed the drink before gesturing to it, ‘This helps drown out the pain. Cheers.’
‘Cheers.’ You both clinked your glasses and took a sip of your poisons.
‘OPPA!’ A shout came and Taeyeon came bouncing in, ‘Come dance with me!’
‘I’m bus-’ Before he could finish the sentence, he was whisked away.
Shaking your head with a laugh, you grabbed your glass and went to find Hyerim. Walking up and flight of stairs, you entered a lounge that over looked the entire dance floor and seemed to block off the music to a bearable thump. Leeteuk sat on the couch surrounded with friends and Hyerim under his arm.
‘I was wondering where you were.’ Leeteuk smiled, ‘You drink?’
‘Do you and Heechul practice the same lines or something?’ You asked with a raised brow, ‘And happy birthday by the way.’
‘Thank you Y/N-ah. Where is Chul anyway?’
‘Taeyeon took him to dance.’
‘Heechul hyung is dancing?!’ Shindong looked over the railing, ‘I gotta see this! Let’s go Yesung!’
The turtle man and food lover ran down the stairs to see their friend move to the loud music. Heechul was a great dancer, the only down fall was his injury that caused him to not be as active as the others. Practice made perfect, but to much practice caused him more pain then good. You sat next to Hyerim as you sipped your drink out of boredom. Another and another was added to the count, before you wanted something new to drink. Some guys spoke to you but you weren’t interested. You recognised them to be idols as well but their conversations lacked in entertainment. Standing up, you steadied yourself.
‘Anyone want another drink?’ You asked, but got no reply ‘No one? Okay then.’
‘Slow down and take it easy, okay?’ Hyerim asked, ‘You know you get drunk quick.’
‘Aish,’ You threw off her hold, ‘You just have fun here with your boyfriend and not worry about me Rim-ah.’
Holding the railings, you walked down the stairs. Pushing through the crowds, you eventually got to the bar and took a seat. The bartender took your order as you rested your elbows on the counter and your chin atop your open palms. Your head was slightly dizzy but you enjoyed the feeling for some odd reason. A person plopped next to you and you smiled.
‘Enjoying your dance?’ You asked, taking the drink from the bartender.
‘Whiskey neat, sir?’ The man asked.
‘And make it a double.’ Heechul instructed.
‘Taeyeon that tiring?’ You chuckled.
‘Exhausting. She has so much energy and this is like my fifth neat.’ He sighed.
‘Or you just old and probably drunk.’
‘Ha-ha-ha, very funny.’
‘Fuck, dance with me!’
Before you knew what was happening, Heechul pulled you by the wrist and into the crowd of people that took up residence on the large open space. The floor was large but the number of people made it look and feel small and you squish against his chest and he looked down at you, hand still holding your wrist.
‘Dance before she finds me.’ He pleaded.
‘I’m not much of a dance-’
Rolling your eyes you began to sway your hips from side to side. You were right, you weren’t much much of a dancer but you did have some pretty good rhyme to help you along the beats. Heechul looked at you in shock but placed his hands on your hips. Your head was a fuzzy as the music that was blaring out the large speakers that you didn’t notice how close you were to Kim Heechul. People around you jumped and bumped you, that you were practically against him.
He himself seemed drunk from the number of drinks he had downs. He wore a pair of black fitting pants with a white t-shirt and black blazer to give it a formal sort of look. His hair was tied up in a loose bun and a few stands lingered around his alluring face. You would be lying if you didn’t find Heechul attractive. His face was just so different to all the men you had seen out their. He had a quality that was enticing but something you would never admit to. You felt his grip on your waist tighten as your hands snaked up to rest around his neck.
‘You are a liar.’ You felt his hot breath in you ear.
‘Why?’ You shuddered.
‘You say you can’t dance but your body states otherwise.’ He purred.
‘Well I am drunk.’ You giggle.
‘Really?’ You nodded, ‘Great, cause so am I!’
You turned around with his body pressed against your back as you both rocked to the music. Your head spun around in circles in the same rhythm as your hips moved against his lower body. Heechul placed his head in the crook of your neck as your hands snaked up and stroked the hair at the nape of his neck. You felt him place soft kissed on the side of your neck as your eyes closed slowly. Alcohol pulsed through both of your veins as he turned you around and placed a plush kiss on your lips. Logic would tell you to break apart but the alcohol spoke otherwise. The large wave of people hide you both from the scanning eye. Pulling apart, you both looked at each other.
You gently took his face in your hands as his one arm wrapped around your waist tighter. Inching close, you rubbed your noses together before placing a sweet peck on his lips to have him pull your lips back with a firm hand behind your head. Slowly yours lips moulded together, heads tilted to the side as his tongue brushed over your lower lip asking for entrance. Smiling against his perfect lips, you opened your mouth and allowed his strong muscle to slip in. Sensually your tongues fell into a rhythmic dance.
‘Wanna get outta here?’ He whispered.
‘I thought you would never ask’ You teased as he took a hold of your hand and pulled you through the mob of people.
Your head spun as you both entered a bathroom and locked the door. Public low clubs had grimy bathroom with profanities sprayed all over the wall and a intoxicated girl throwing up in the nearest toilet. But this club was high class with clean bathrooms that shimmered. Heechul slammed you into the nearest wall and claimed your swollen lips once again. He lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist, causing you dress to rise up slightly. Your body was supported against the wall as you fingers tangled in Heechul’s locks.
Rubbing your thumb over his cheek bone, your lips left his lips and kissed the corner of his mouth. Next you peppered kiss on his jawline before eventually falling on his tender neck. Softly you nipped and kissed the soft flesh as he threw his head back and released an open mouth groan. Caught up in the moment, you sucked harder as a disgruntle moan left his lips. You felt him getting hard against you as your hips grinded against him. Pulling you head up, he pulled you in for another deep kiss before tilting your head dup and ravishing your throat with hot kiss and hard nips and sucks. Kissing up your jawline, he held the side of your face with one hand while the other had a secure hold on you body.
If it took Mor 400 years to convince Azriel to come out to Rita’s with the Inner Circle, what was he doing before?
Bc it’s super sad to picture him just sitting at the House of Wind, all alone, going through Spy Reports or something, but also was he the Squad Dad? Like, waiting up for everyone and tucking them into bed and leaving water and idk fae aspirin on the nightstands?
Azriel helping Rhys stumble to bed while he’s singing something unintelligible and low-key thinks he’s still out at Rita’s
Azriel dragging Cassian to bed while he’s wide awake and bouncing off the walls (bc we all know Cassian doesn’t drink, like, “manly” drinks, but the super sugary fruity ones with cherries and little umbrellas), knowing that the energy crash is coming and–whomp, there it is, Cassian’s collapsed in the hallway and Squad Dad Azriel has to drag the drunk, unconscious labrador up into his bed
Azriel helping Mor get out of her shoes and checking on her later, making sure she has water and fae aspirin and that the curtains are drawn so the morning sun doesn’t wake her up too harshly (but we know he full on takes the curtains off the windows in Rhys’ room, just for shits and gigs)
And somehow, every time, Amren is already in her room by the time he’s finished with the others? Like, he knocks and pokes his head in and asks if she needs anything, and ofc she’s not hammered so she lets him in and gossips about their whole night even though she saw his shadows lingering at Rita’s so she knows he saw some of it, but i just need more AzxAmren brotp in my life so let’s pretend that she did it to make sure he felt included until he was ready to join them okay
Just Squad Dad Azriel, my dudes. Squad Dad Azriel.
Wine has a fuckton of alcohol in it why did Dean think he couldn't get drunk from it what in
Eh, to a guy used to drinking whiskey… I mean, just like with the vegetable water, he had to make some sort of a show of complaint about drinking the not-manly drink, you know? Yet he drank it all the same. Quite eagerly, too. Even dumping Sam’s unfinished glass into his own.
And HECK HE DIDN’T EVEN BAT AN EYE AT THE FACT TASHA ORDERED VEGAN FOOD FOR DINNER. Dean “what the hell is this green stuff” Winchester was prepared to politely share a vegan meal with this nice family.
(Dean in 9.05:
Always knew we’d find the source of all evil in a vegan bakery.)
I don’t think Dean believed he couldn’t get drunk, he was just putting up the same weird performance he usually does in these circumstances. He just didn’t bother KEEPING the performance up.
Funnily enough, he didn’t feel the need to perform for the Banes family. Because what’s on the surface doesn’t matter around them. In an episode about creepy hollow dolls made of twigs that are animated with the personality and heart of a dead person…
Yeesh, sorry, I took that dark, but I’ve got the episode running again in the background and just watched that scene for like the fifth time… :P
my server misheard my “whiskey soda” order and gave me a whiskey sour and I wanted to check if that’s still considered a rail drink (for happy hour purposes) so I googled “is whiskey sour a” and the FIRST THING that pops up is “is whiskey sour a manly drink” honestly this whole world should burn
Hello I love you, you are amazing, you make good art and your fic make me want to cry so much that I have to punch wall to fell manly again, drink water and be happy, love ya (If it's make you feel better, one day I was so sick that I threw up on my phone.)
O H GOSH THAT DOESN’T MAKE ME FEEL BETTER I WANT YOU GUYS TO NOT SUFFER,,,, i hope that never happens again esp because phones are expensive i hope your phone was fine and that you felt better quick!!!
also thank you so much TBH I LITERALLY WAS NAPPING WITH MY LAPTOP BESIDE ME AND WHEN I WOKE UP I SHIFTED AND IT FELL OFF AND LANDED FACE DOWN LUCKY THE SCREEN WAS OKAY THO!!
I have come to the conclusion that femininity is the same thing as bootlicking. The art of servility. You can call it seduction to make it sound glamorous. But it is very rarely a skilled sport. For the majority of women, it’s the simple habit of behaving as an inferior. Walking into a room, checking whether there are men in it, wanting to please them. Not talking too loud. Not being forceful. Not sitting with your legs splayed to be more comfortable. Not speaking with authority. Not talking about money. Not talking to claim power. Not wanting a position of authority. Not seeking glory. Not laughing too loud. Not being too funny. Pleasing men is a complex art, which requires that one should eliminate anything remotely concerned with power […] Chatting is feminine. Anything that doesn’t leave a mark. Anything domestic, in need of redoing on a daily basis, unnamed. No great speeches, no great books, no great things. Little things. Sweet. Feminine. But drinking: manly. Having buddies: manly. Clowning around: manly. Earning lots of money: manly. Owning a fast car: manly. Slouching around: manly. Sniggering as you smoke joints: manly. Being competitive: manly. Being aggressive: manly. Wanting to fuck loads of partners: manly. Responding with violence to something that threatens you: manly. Not taking time to spruce yourself up in the morning: manly. Everything that’s fun to do is manly, everything concerned with survival is manly, everything that gains ground is manly. The daily grind is too restrictive for men who are artists, thinkers, complex and terribly fragile creatures […] great despair has a gender, too. What we practice is plaintive complaining.