Hello! I saw you were taking requests and I was wondering if you could write a fic or a small prompt in T.F.P. where the human!reader is new to the team and is very outgoing and flirty but shy around her curhses and she becomes friends with her teammates as an agent herself? Maybe O.P. becomes smitten after a while with her? Hmmm? And everyone just notices and teases them about being a couple when they aren't, but they're both in denial and drunk shenanigans ensue with the reader being drunk and flirty towards him and teasing him? ^^ You can always add anything new of course! I got this idea when reading fluff and the song "Moves Like Jagger" kind of reminded me of the potential dynamic? Especially, the-
"Take me by the tongue
And I'll know you
Kiss til you're drunk
And I'll show you"
TFP Optimus Prime X Flirty! Reader
Mentions of Drinking Alcohol!
Hope this is okay lol
Fowler had brought you into the fold simply out of desperation- the poor man just wanted to take a vacation and all of the paperwork prevented him from doing so. He knew that while you weren’t always professional, you were the best damn agent they had.
When you were introduced to the bots, the first thing you said to Optimus was “What’s cookin’ good lookin’?” while winking.
Agent Fowler immediately face palmed.
You became quick friends with pretty much all of the bots. Arcee because of your war stories, Bulkhead because you always had time for his ‘stupid’ questions, Ratchet because of your aptitude for Cybertronian medicine, and Bumblebee because you were just generally friendly. Optimus was hard to make friends with at first because of his reserved personality, but you both discovered your shared love for reading.
You and Optimus often read books at the same time and talked about them- like a book club, but just for the two of you. For someone who takes almost nothing seriously, you are very intelligent. He sees why you are one of the best agents.
While they all became friends quickly, that didn’t mean they supported your flirting. You would often flirt to ease an awkward silence, or lighten the dark mood that so often sets on the base.
There was a great victory against the Decepticons- a mine was taken right from under their noses which led to a lot being added to their reserves. Some of the energon was of a higher concentration- to which you learned was called high grade.
Optimus noticed that the morale in the base was low, despite getting a great win against their foes. This led you to suggest a party. So a party he had. All of the kids were sent home early, and you drove with Bumblebee to pick up vodka and some mini-shot bottle shots.
Once you got back to the base, you all began the party. Somehow, you managed to get the normally serious Prime to have a drinking challenge with you. So there you were: chugging down straight vodka while Optimus chugged an energon cube. The other bots (with Ratchet being the loudest somehow) began cheering. You beat Optimus much to everyone’s surprise. They didn’t think a small thing like you could beat them in any drinking game.
Once the excitement of the drinking game calmed down, everyone but you and Optimus went to bed.
You both sat across from each other talking about your pasts. What you did before you came to be at the base and all that.
“You used to be an archivist? Like a librarian?” A grin pulled onto your face. "Can I get a reference number?” Optimus blinked a confused look. “So I can, y’know, check you out?” You slurred.
A loud bark of a laugh came from the Prime. “Damn, if being sexy was a crime, you’d never be a free person.”
You nearly spit up your vodka with laughter. “Didn’t know you could flirt, Op!"
An uncharacteristic smirk came across his face as he made his way over to you. He leaned down near your ear, and whispered “There’s a lot I can do.”
You couldn't help the huge blush that covered your face as you suddenly got shy. "Better cool it before I have to kiss you!" You tried to maintain your cool persona, but when he leaned in and grabbed your chin you just melted into a flustered mess.
In the morning, Ratchet had the worst hangover. He grumbled as he made his way into the medbay, only to freeze. There you and Optimus were. Optimus was laying up against the wall at an angle while you laid on his chest snoring away.
Ratchet couldn’t help the small smile that wormed onto his face as he left the room, shutting the lights off behind him.
This fic is based on @sumbacky's post "when bf gives you cute aggression". Make sure to check out Lynette's post! Lynette's work is just always amazing and a joy to see 🥰 And enjoy the fic! 🥰
Cute Aggression
| Pairing: SamBucky | Rated: G | WC: 1.1K |
Summary: Inspired by "when bf gives you cute aggression" by sumbacky on tumblr: Bucky is drunk. Sam is too cute. He has to squish Sam's face.
Excerpt:
“Sam! You came.”
How had Bucky gotten that lucky?
To be able to watch this fella walk up those porch steps, smooth and charming as always.
“I live here,” Sam laughed.
Bucky could never take his eyes off Sam, even if he tried. Not when Sam laughed like that.
It was impossible.
A feat Bucky didn’t have the strength to do. Bucky wasn’t sure if he would want that strength, even if it was gifted to him.
“Live here forever,” Bucky said dreamily as he watched Sam walk closer to him.
Heard every creak of the floorboard. Felt Sam closer.
“You’re drunk,” Sam said plainly, clearly entertained.
Summary: It's Game Night at Cyno's house for the still-only friends 4ggravate crew, and Kaveh is making margaritas for their first round of Genius Invokation TCG. Yet, the alcohol keeps flowing, and by the third round of TCG, the air becomes a bit more charged with something other than competitiveness. (Author's Note at End)
CW: Drinking (until drunk), but read tags just in case
Crossposted on AO3
Kaveh rolled his eyes, his blush fading as he began to shake the margarita mix and tequila together, ice clinking inside the metal cup. He could feel everyone’s eyes on him as he poured a bit more tequila than necessary into it and shook it again before pouring it into the four glasses. Grudgingly, he took out the lime Cyno had sliced up and perched a slice on Alhaitham’s glass, just as he liked it.
“Alright you vultures, there you go,” he said, taking his and sipping from it. He hummed. He mixed it well.
Alhaitham gave him a leery look as if Kaveh might have poisoned his drink before taking a slow sip. He sat quietly for a moment before saying, “You can’t save money, but you can make a good margarita. Maybe you should quit being an architect and ask Diluc for a job.”
“And maybe you should get a job as a professional shit-talker,” Kaveh shot back. He wouldn’t lie and say he hadn’t considered doing architecture on the side, but when it came from Alhaitham’s mouth, it seemed utterly ridiculous.
“You’d make crazy money being a professional shit-talker,” Cyno piled on with a small smile. “You know, people pay to be degraded because they find it arousing. I bet you’d be good at that.”
Kaveh and Tighnari burst out laughing, and Alhaitham grumbled about how he’d never indulge strangers in such a lascivious way, looking down at his drink.
“Okay, okay,” Tighnari said around his laughter. “Game time, game time.” He slid off the counter, tail swinging back and forth and patting Alhaitham on the shoulder as he walked past.
They all followed him, Cyno flipping off the kitchen light as they settled around the dining room table.
Set-up went quickly, and soon, they were rolling the first dice of the game. By the second round, their glasses were empty, and Cyno brought out the spiked lemonade and straight vodka.
“You bastard,” Kaveh swore at Alhaitham as he officially killed his Nahida.
Alhaitham stared at him, gaze sharp yet slightly unfocused. “Play better then,” he replied.
“Ha!” Cyno yelled. He’d dealt enough damage to take Alhaitham’s Raiden down to 1. In victory, he downed a shot of vodka.
“Don’t celebrate, Cyno,” Tighnari said, cheeks flushed. He had stacked an artifact and dealt damage to all three of Cyno’s cards.
“You!”
Dice clattered across the table, and Kaveh felt a little unsteady, even sitting down as he finished his third spiked lemonade. Gods, he was going to be so hung over tomorrow. At least Cyno always let them spend the night.
The drunker he was, the less Alhaitham talked, and he was silent as he ended the last of Kaveh’s cards with a lazy swipe of his hand. Kaveh didn’t even know how much Alhaitham had drunk, but he didn’t care.
“How can you do that, Haitham?” Kaveh cried out, staring at his cards and then at Alhaitham’s two remaining. “It’s unfair you can’t be this good.”
“Yeah, you totally wrecked him,” Tighnari added, tapping on Kaveh’s Yoimiya. “You even got Yoimiya.”
“I’ll beat him, Kaveh, no worries,” Cyno said, eyes bright even as he missed the dice he grabbed for.
“It doesn’t matter, I lost!” Kaveh said and sat back, crossing his arms. “Again!”
“You talk too much for someone who always loses,” Alhaitham said. Kaveh was envious of his steadiness. Alhaitham always seemed to hold his liquor better than the rest of them, the only sign he was drunk was being quieter than usual and sleeping for way too long. “Shut up.”
“Make me.”
Alhaitham stood up and Kaveh scooted back in his seat, suddenly a little nervous.
“Uh oh,” Tighnari whispered, his ears drooped against his head from the alcohol.
Uh oh indeed, Kaveh thought as Alhaitham stalked over.
“Joking, Haitham, joking!” Kaveh exclaimed, holding his hands up in mock surrender. He scrambled out of his chair to put a few feet between him. He didn’t think Alhaitham would truly hurt him, but he had no clue what Alhaitham would do to make him shut up.
“Didn’t sound like a joke to me,” Alhaitham replied, closing the distance. His eyes glimmered, and Kaveh could smell the vodka mixed with Alhaitham’s cologne.
Before he could get him, Kaveh darted away, inserting himself between Tighnari and Cyno. He stumbled, catching himself on the back of Tighnari’s chair because his scrambled brain lied to him about where the floor was.
“I would stop running if I were you,” Cyno quipped, looking over Kaveh’s shoulder and leaning away. “I don’t think you’re getting out of this one, Kaveh.”
“No, no, I will not stop. I will not shut up until Alhaitham stops being a mean ass mmph–” Kaveh’s words were muffled as Alhaitham grabbed him and pulled him into a bruising kiss, Alhaitham’s hands clutching his face.
“Oh shit,” Tighnari said somewhere in the distance.
Kaveh didn’t breathe, didn’t even try to speak as the world practically dissolved around him. Alhaitham was so fucking mean, so ornery, but damn, them kissing felt so right, like a key sliding into your home’s front door lock. His lips tasted like the lime he’d sucked on and the peach vodka he kept at Cyno’s house to keep Kaveh out of it. Kaveh dug his fingers into the bunched-up fabric of Alhaitham’s white button-up, a small whimper leaving him.
With a quiet grunt, Alhaitham pulled away, shaking his head. “See, you shut up just fine,” he said and sat back down in his chair.
Kaveh blinked hard, drunk brain trying to catch up. Wordlessly, he sat down. He touched his lips and stared at Alhaitham. Was it merely to shut him up? An excuse?
Cyno and Tighnari shifted in their seats. Kaveh couldn’t tell if they were uncomfortable or…something else.
“So, what are you two waiting for? We have a game to finish,” Alhaitham muttered and rolled his dice. Cyno and Tighnari startled as if they were in a trance but nodded.
Still shocked, Kaveh got up and went into the kitchen. He poured himself a glass of water and sipped it, hoping to sober up. Alhaitham…kissed him. And fuck, if Kaveh said he didn’t want to kiss his stupid face again, he’d be a liar. From the dining room, he heard Tighnari lose his last card with a groan and his chair scrape across the wooden floor. Within a few seconds, Tighnari joined him in the kitchen with a quiet giggle.
“You know, Kaveh, Alhaitham might have had the right idea,” Tighnari said, leaning into Kaveh’s space. His ears flicked briefly up before drooping back down, his tail beginning to wag.
Absently, Kaveh petted Tighnari’s ears like he always did during their movie nights when Tighnari curled up between him and Cyno. “What do you mean?” he asked, not even thinking much of it as he nursed his glass of water.
“You can’t be that stupid from the alcohol,” Tighnari muttered, his tail wagging harder at Kaveh’s gentle hands on his ears. He grabbed the front of Kaveh’s shirt, pulled Kaveh to his height, and kissed him. Kaveh almost dropped his glass, fingers going limp at Tighnari’s insistent movements, pressing against him and nipping at his lips.
“Fuck,” Kaveh mumbled against Tighnari’s mouth, shakily setting down the glass before tangling his fingers in Tighnari’s hair. It felt similar to kissing Alhaitham but more passionate like Tighnari wanted to devour him. Gods he was fucked. Did friends do this? Kiss each other when they were drunk?
Tighnari pinned Kaveh to the counter, his feverishly hot hands beginning to slide under Kaveh’s shirt when they heard a shout of victory from Cyno. They jumped apart as if burned, Tighnari panting and Kaveh dazed.
Before they could even recover, Cyno bounded into the kitchen, practically singing. “See told you I would win, Kaveh!” Cyno crowed and ruffled Kaveh’s hair, seemingly oblivious to his and Tighnari’s states. Cyno picked up Kaveh’s glass and downed the water. Alhaitham wandered in, eyes sticking to Kaveh immediately.
Kaveh felt his face turn redder. Alhaitham looked…odd.
“Alright, alright, movie time!” Cyno said, wrapping an arm around Kaveh and Tighnari’s shoulders and dragging them into the living room, past the dining table with their abandoned cards and glasses. Kaveh stumbled over his feet, grabbing onto Cyno’s waist to stop himself from smashing his face on the floor. They were practically thrown on the couch, Alhaitham calmly following after and sitting much closer than usual to Kaveh.
“We’re watching Spiderman,” Cyno continued. “Into the Spiderverse.”
“Well, I’m laying down,” Tighnari mumbled, laying across their three laps as if it was nothing. And it was, for the most part. Tighnari did often lay across their laps during movie night but never drunk and never with three out of the four of them so…tense.
Kaveh watched as Cyno’s hand crept possessively into Tighnari’s hair, petting his ears as the opening credits rolled. And Alhaitham, usually not touchy, laid his hand on Tighnari’s calf. Kaveh rested his hands on Tighnari’s hip, unsure of what else to do because Tighnari usually had his head in Kaveh’s lap.
Ten minutes passed, and Kaveh could feel Alhaitham’s free hand sneaking into his hair, stroking softly. It was heartbreakingly tender, enough so that Kaveh wondered if the universe really had come up with nicer clones of people and had replaced Alhaitham at some point in the night. He wouldn’t say anything. He didn’t dare to possibly break the moment hanging between all of them. Instead, Kaveh closed his eyes and rested his head on Alhaitham’s shoulder. If his roommate was going to be nice, he would take advantage of every second of it.
Rough fingers brushed against his cheek, bringing with them the woody scent of bergamot and amber wood. Cyno. They traced over his cheek, over his lips, then across his jawline, as if he was trying to map Kaveh’s face.
With the weight of Tighnari in his lap and Cyno and Alhaitham touching him, Kaveh thought that it was something like heaven, the heaven he dreamed about when he hugged a pillow to sleep at night. His body felt heavy and slow as he drifted off, this moment seared into his memories.
A/N: Okay y'all, don't kill me. This is my first ever Genshin fic, and to be honest, I'm only AR 27 so I have not gotten to Sumeru like...at all. These four have been rotting my brain even before I started playing, but since I genuinely haven't had any in-game interactions with them, I've only begun to get an idea of their characterization and their dynamics from other fans (and reading the Wiki). So, I am open to constructive criticism for their characterization and dynamics! I do intend to continue this as a series, so feedback is really important.
"Come on, princess,” Eddie coaxes. “Don’t you want to get in that big comfy bed of yours?”
“I wanna get in your big comfy bed.”
He takes a deep breath. “Alright.” If that’s what it takes. “You can have my bed tonight if you really want. I’ll take the couch.”
She whirls then, poking him in the chest. “Are you being purposef’lly obtuse, Munson?”
“No?”
The hand that poked him has changed tactics, instead rubbing circles on the section of t-shirt visible through his open jacket. She lulls him like that, like an apiarist uses smoke to pacify their bees. Eddie blinks, and her hands are in his jacket, shoving it off of him. It falls to the hall floor with a soft sound.
You wouldn’t think a bit of leather makes that much of a difference in one’s overall state of dress. He’s still got his shirt, his jeans and underwear, socks and shoes; a flannel is tied around his waist, and yet, he suddenly feels much, much more vulnerable.
And Chrissy Cunningham, the devil, with a sweet smile turning up the corners of her mouth, says in a dreamy voice, “I would really like to fuck you.”
Eddie just about expires on the spot.
Tags: Alternate universe- no vecna, christmas party, roomamtes, drunken flirting, smut, love confessions, pining, fluff, Eddie POV, one-shot, status: completed
After a frustrating meeting, Mulder and Scully go out for lunch and proceed to have a drink... a few drinks.
This was a story I posted in March, but hey... it’s always good to reread a fun drunken story, right?
Mulder had seen it on a shelf in a bar a few years ago. As much as it had intrigued him, the thought of how it would taste gave him pause. Green alcohol was never as good as it may appear.
Even if it was in a glass alien head.
He had learned the hard way about green alcohol while he was in college. Parties which he attended with Phoebe when she had pushed and pulled at him, trying to get him out of his shell, had made him uncomfortable more often than not.
Phoebe would leave him once they arrived, and he would grab whatever bottle was closest, regardless of color or taste. His only desire in that moment, since he had been forced into a social situation, was to numb his brain for a while and perhaps slow it down.
As a result of those nights, the mornings were often spent with the taste being regurgitated violently from his body. After enough nights and days of that pattern, he had sworn off alcohol altogether.
Especially green alcohol.
So though an alien shaped bottle would undoubtedly be fun to own, he was certain it would not be worth the money to simply sit on a shelf and never be enjoyed.
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At a late lunch one day, after an extremely shitty meeting, in which they had been reamed for a case that was definitely not their fault, Scully sat beside him, sighing and swearing under her breath.
“Such assholes. How was any of what happened our fault?” she asked him for the third time since they had sat down and he shook his head.
They were sitting at the bar, the room crowded with men and women in business suits. Tables filled with lawyers, politicians, and fellow agents. Many of them were day drinking and some seemed to have been there for quite a while.
“Let’s get a drink,” he suggested, above the sound of the raucous laughter from the table to the right. It was as much a surprise to him as it was to Scully, judging by the look on her face. She stared at him and he shrugged. “When in Rome…” He looked around at the tipsy people and she nodded as she did the same.
“We’d like a drink,” she stated loudly, curt and to the point, waving the bartender down.
“What’s your poison?” he asked, slapping his hands down on the bar as she looked around.
“What’s in that alien head?” she asked, pointing at the middle shelf. He turned around to look as Mulder raised his eyes to where she was pointing. It was identical to the one he had seen a couple of years ago, though perhaps just a bit smaller.
“Scully, no. It’s probably melon or something frou-frou. Both of which will be disgusting.” He shook his head as the bartender turned back around.
“No man. It’s vodka,” he said, as he took it off the shelf.
“Flavored vodka?”
“Nope, it’s just green colored vodka,” he said, putting it down in front of them. “Do you want to try it first? Or just have me surprise you with a mixed drink?” He smiled at Scully and she glanced at Mulder.
“A taste couldn’t hurt,” she shrugged and Mulder stared at her, her words innocent, but his mind thinking things that were far from it.
“Two shots coming up." The bartender grinned, grabbed two glasses, took off the top, and poured them each a drink. Sliding them towards them, they picked up the glasses with the green liquid.
It smelled strong and potent, and made his stomach roil. He looked at Scully, planning to tell her never mind, and he saw she was already drinking hers down. He raised his eyebrows and watched her close her eyes and clear her throat. Not wanting to be outdone, he threw his back and then it was his turn to clear his throat, his eyes watering.
“That’s good,” Scully rasped out. “Surprise us, please.” The bartender smiled, grabbing the bottle and turning around.
Mulder glanced at her again as she wiped her mouth on a napkin. Pushing the plate with the last few bites of her salad away from her, she stole a french fry from his plate, and smiled at him.
“This has been a really shitty day.”
“Agreed.”
“I think some alien vodka might help with changing it.”
“Hmm…”
She smiled again and he laughed softly.
“Here you go. Two UFO’s,” the bartender said, setting down their drinks, which were in a tall, wide, bumpy glass and only slightly less green. “Surprise.” He wiggled his fingers dramatically and winked at Scully, which caused Mulder to frown.
“Mulder, look at the bottom of the glass,” she said with a snort. At the bottom of the glass, was a tiny glass alien giving a peace sign. She snorted again, bringing her glass to her lips and taking a drink.
“Ohhhh… that is good.” She took another drink and he took a tentative sip. To his surprise, it was good. Grapefruit, vodka, lime, and something else he could not quite pinpoint.
Scully drank hers down quickly, proving just how shitty the day had been. Humming her approval, she got the attention of Sir Winky the bartender for another.
“You want the same?” he asked, looking at Mulder and raising his eyebrows. “Or something completely different?” He winked again and Mulder looked from him to Scully, waiting to see what she would say, hating how brazenly this winker was flirting with her.
She stared at the bartender and then placed her hand on top of Mulder’s on the bar, giving it a squeeze.
“I’ll stick with the same, thanks.”
The bartender looked at their joined hands and nodded, turning to make them each another drink.
“Jesus, what an asshole,” she scoffed, letting go of his hand. “Men… seriously. He has no idea who you are to me. What if you were my husband?”
The thought of them married made his mind race, just as her comment had a few minutes ago. He cleared his throat and took another drink, trying to cover his discomfort.
“The guy works for tips, Scully. Can’t blame him for trying to see what he could get,” he said with a shrug as he finished his drink, setting the glass down.
“Oh, I have a tip for him,” she said, fanning her face, which he now noticed was a little flushed. He smiled as he waited for her to finish. “Don’t flirt so much and get me my goddamn drink.” He laughed and she looked at him with a grin.
Two more drinks were placed in front of them and Scully picked hers up, taking a large drink and smacking her lips when she was done.
“Really good,” she said, before taking another drink with a smile.
Twice more drinks were placed in front of them of which Mulder was almost always a half drink behind. He was not much of a drinker, nor was Scully usually, but she obviously was that afternoon. He became fascinated as he watched her, forgetting to drink the green, nearly glowing beverage.
Her black suit jacket had been hung rather crookedly on her chair, and the light blue shirt she wore, gaped between the buttons when she leaned forward, giving him a peek of a red lacy bra and white creamy Scully skin.
He knew he should not be stealing glances, but how was he supposed to resist? He could only remain so strong before biology took over and his eyes strayed to that straining second button, wondering how soft that skin would feel against his lips.
A taste couldn’t hurt, right? he thought, imagining the sounds she would make if he was given the chance to have a taste.
Her skirt was also drawing his eye. It kept rising up before she would tug it back down, bar stools not exactly skirt friendly. She was telling him about something she had read recently, but all he could think of was how his fingers itched to push her skirt up and see what kind of stockings she was wearing.
Traveling with her for years, he had seen many different colors of pantyhose hanging in her bathrooms to dry. Recently though, he had walked into her bathroom and seen stockings. Actual stockings.
Thigh. High. Stockings.
The first time he saw them, he had frozen. Mumbling something incoherent, he had left the room hurriedly, needing a moment, or ten as it were, to collect himself. The meal she had brought in was cold when he had rejoined her, but the chance of embarrassing himself had passed.
“I need the bathroom,” she said, breaking into his thoughts, slurring her words as she stood unsteadily to her feet. “Get me one more.”
She touched his back, her hand lingering longer than usual, her nails scratching lightly as she tried to hold onto him, before she was able to walk toward the bathroom. He laughed softly as he watched her weave a little and then she disappeared around the corner.
“Get you anything else?” the bartender asked, taking Scully’s empty glass and looking at him.
“One more each of the same,” Mulder said, draining his glass and handing it to him.
“Well, lucky for you, that’s about all that’s left,” he said with a laugh. “You two have just about finished off the bottle.” He walked away to get the drinks and Mulder took a drink of the water that sat beside him. He was beginning to feel a bit dizzy, but happily he felt better than he had before they had a drink.
Or five.
“Hmm,” Scully said, as she sat back down. “Did you order the drinks?” She looked at him with her eyes slightly closed. He laughed as he watched her and she opened her eyes.
“Yeah, I did. Apparently, we have just about finished off the bottle,” he said with a shrug. “Maybe we’ll win a prize or something.”
She laughed and put her head in her hand, staring at him with a smile. He smiled back as the drinks were set down along with two shot glasses, each a little less than half full.
“That’s it, you two have finished the bottle. Congratulations. Here you go,” the bartender said as he handed Scully the empty alien head and she clapped happily.
“Mulder! Look at that! We did win a prize!” She laughed and handed it to him, picking up her shot glass and drinking it down. He picked up his own shot glass and drank it. Lifting the other glass, he raised it to hers.
“To the victors!” he shouted, and they clinked their glasses together.
Taking their time, this time around, they drank their last drink a little slower. The alien head sat between them as they sat quietly. He looked at it and then over at Scully.
“You don’t want to take it home?
“We’ll put it in the office,” she said and he sighed heavily. “We’ll be back down there one day, Mulder. Until then, you should hold onto it.”
He smiled at her and nodded, taking another drink, and watching her. She smiled and closed her eyes, her chin back on her hand. He stared at her, as always, amazed by her beauty. She sighed and opened her eyes, staring back at him.
“Here’s your bill folks.” Both of them jumped as the bartender slapped the bill book down on the bar.
Mulder finished his drink as he reached for the bill. Scully downed the last of her drink and wiped her mouth. Mulder took out his wallet, placing the cash for the bill and a tip in the bill book, and pushed it back across the bar. Standing up, he wobbled a bit.
“Whoa,” he moaned, holding onto his chair. “Those were… stronger than I thought."
He picked up Scully’s jacket and held it out for her as she stood up. It took them each a few tries to get her jacket on properly, both of them laughing drunkenly. Finally able to figure it out, she turned around with a triumphant smile.
“Don’t forget our prize,” she giggled, looking at the alien as she tried to button her jacket.
Giving up with “pshhh,” he picked up the alien head. Placing an arm around her shoulders, they walked out of the restaurant, laughing as they bumped into each other.
They walked outside and waited for a taxi, no chance either of them could drive home. Scully hummed and giggled, even snorting at times, as she leaned into him.
“Aww, he’s a good little alien." She laughed, looking at the bottle and giving it a pat.
“He is. And a good prize for all our hard work,” he said, rocking on his heels, the world feeling unbalanced. Or maybe it was him, he was no longer sure.
“What should we call him?” she giggled, placing a hand on his chest. “It’s spinny out here. Do you feel it?” She laughed when he agreed and she moved her hand from his chest, instead touching her cheek, her eyes closed. He smiled as he looked at her and then tapped the aliens head.
“Al?” he said, and she opened her eyes, with another “pshhh.”
“Al the Alien?” She blew a raspberry and made a thumbs down motion, causing him to laugh.
“Okay. Something better then.”
“As if it could be hard to figure out something better than “Al,” she said as she blew another raspberry, her thumb down once again, and he laughed.
The taxi arrived, cutting off their conversation. He opened the door for her, telling the driver her address as she got in, smiling at him as she did.
“You keep thinking,” she said, closing the door and waving goodbye with a giggle. He smiled as he watched her taxi driving away.
“It’s just us now, Al,” he slurred as his taxi pulled up. “She’s right, I need to keep thinking. Al’s a terrible name.” Getting in the taxi, he vowed to think of a better name.
As soon as the world stopped spinning so fast.
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The next morning, he felt as though every sound was like a tiny hammer in his head. Scully handed him some ibuprofen and a bottle of water, looking as bad as he felt. He stared at her and she shook her head with a groan.
They somehow made it through the day, which felt as though it was five years long. Shuffling slowly over to the elevator, she sighed loudly.
“So, you wanna get a drink?” he teased, as they stepped out of the elevator, and she exhaled disgustedly. He laughed and then groaned as his head pounded. “Ugh, no more drinking on school nights.”
“A good rule,” she exhaled again and nodded.
Arriving at her car, she turned to him and closed her eyes with her eyebrows up. Opening them, she sighed and groaned. He smiled and nodded gently, the pounding beginning to ramp up once more.
“See you tomorrow, Scully,” he said with a sigh, waving goodbye and walking away.
“Zinnia,” she said, and he turned around.
“What?”
“The alien. We should call it Zinnia.”
“Like the flower?” he asked, feeling confused as he walked back toward her.
“No. Well… no.”
“Then…”
“It was the way I felt simply standing still and the sound I heard all day in my head. Such a loud buzzing Z noise.” She closed her eyes, groaning as she rubbed her temples.
“It’s still in there,” she whispered and he laughed, rubbing at his own head.
“How about just ‘Z’?” he asked and she nodded with a smile.
“Z is fitting. And way better than ‘Al.’” She rolled her eyes and raised her eyebrows at him. He narrowed his eyes at her and she smiled. “Tell Z I said hello when you get home.”
Getting in her car, she drove away and he laughed with another groan before walking to his own car.
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A few weeks later, they stood in the basement office and smiled at each other. Checking out the room, cleaning up and organizing, there was one final thing that needed to be done. Reaching into the brown paper bag on the desk, he took out the alien head and handed it to Scully.
“You should do the honors,” he said and she grinned.
Looking around, for the best spot, she found it. Not too obvious, but someplace they could see it from nearly every area in the office. On top of two thick books about ancient civilizations, she made sure it was sitting perfectly, moving it back-and-forth, until it was just right.
Stepping back, she grinned at it and then at him. He nodded and stood next to her, bumping her shoulder as they both laughed.
“Welcome to our office, Z,” she said as he walked to the filing cabinet and took out a file. She sat down behind the desk and he sat in the chair on the opposite side.
Grinning at him, she nodded and he opened the file, reading out the highlights of the case as she rolled her eyes. When he finished, she sighed and began to discuss the improbabilities of what he presented, effectively shooting down the majority of his theories.
He grinned as he listened and watched her, her hands moving wildly as she gestured at him and the file in his lap. Glancing over at Z, he thought of Scully’s drunken promise that they would be back down in their basement office one day. Once again, she was right. Nodding with another grin, he looked back at her.
Pairing: Jungkook/Seokjin
Rated: M
Author: Toshiba19
Length: 4k
Things that Drunk Kook manages to do:
Find a hot guy: check
Make out with hot guy: check
Go home with hot guy: check
Things that Sober Kook manages to do:
Puke his guts out in front of hot guy: check
Set hot guy's dorm on fire: check
Send hot guy to the school's infirmary: check
Alternatively, Drunk Kook manages to do everything right while Sober Kook does everything wrong.
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Reccer’s Note:
love love love LOVE LOVE this one!! its so good!! and so funy!! and so well writtne!!
