I physically need to read a fic with a sober reader who witnesses how goofy Kaveh and Veritas can get when they're drunk and is just shocked that they're capable of being THIS playful and unhinged. Bonus if the reader records them and teases them about it later on.
Under the Influence
Summary: When Kaveh and Ratio drink a bit too much, their usually serious and refined personas melt away, revealing a goofy, playful side that shocks their sober partner. As Kaveh balances wine glasses on his head and Ratio narrates absurdly dramatic tales, you capture the hilarity on video and tease them about their drunken antics later. What begins as a drunken display of silliness turns into a heartwarming moment where the two intellectuals let go of their usual restraint and embrace their more carefree sides.
Tags: Kaveh x Reader x Ratio, Fluff, Humor, Drunken Shenanigans, Teasing, Playful Dynamics, Sober Reader, Lighthearted Banter.
Warnings: Alcohol consumption, Light swearing, Mild inebriation and the silliness that follows.
[Part 2]
You had always known Kaveh as the passionate architect, the one who threw himself into his work without a second thought. His sharp eyes were usually filled with intensity, whether he was sketching out blueprints or discussing the intricacies of his designs with a fervor that could be described as borderline obsessive. On the other hand, Dr. Veritas Ratio, or as he liked to be called, Dr. Ratio, was known for his unmatched intellect, his sharp wit, and his imposing presence as a scholar of the highest order. He was always calm, calculated, and logical in everything he did.
But tonight, everything had changed.
The three of you—Kaveh, Ratio, and yourself—had been winding down after a particularly long day. A few drinks were shared, mostly to calm the nerves after a heated debate between Kaveh and Ratio about the nature of beauty versus logic in architecture. You had opted for a glass of water, wanting to stay sober for the evening.
The first drink had seemed harmless enough, then the second, and soon enough, the two of them were... well, a different version of themselves.
Kaveh, normally an epitome of elegance, was now sprawled across the couch, his arms flailing about as he attempted to convey the complexity of his latest architectural vision with a drunk logic all his own. Ratio, on the other hand, had started laughing—genuinely laughing—a sound that was so foreign coming from him, you almost couldn’t believe it.
You stood nearby, observing the scene with a combination of disbelief and amusement. Kaveh was currently trying to balance a glass of wine on his head, apparently convinced that this would somehow make him look more refined.
“Look, look!” Kaveh slurred, gesturing grandly with his arms. “An architect is a true artist, right? And art is about balance! And this, my dear Ratio, is balance!” He gave a triumphant grin, the glass teetering dangerously on his head as he struck a dramatic pose.
Ratio, who had been sitting in a more reserved manner just moments ago, now seemed to have completely let go of his usual composure. He was clutching his sides, laughing harder than you had ever seen him laugh in all the time you had known him.
“I never thought I'd see the day when Kaveh, the ‘Master of Aesthetics,’ would be reduced to a—what did you call it?—a ‘drunken genius’ in his own right!” Ratio managed to say between bursts of laughter, his voice unusually high-pitched in his state.
Kaveh, however, wasn’t finished yet. With an exaggerated gesture, he began to dramatically “sing” an operatic rendition of what was undoubtedly the most nonsensical and off-key song you had ever heard. You couldn’t help but snicker as he added hand movements for extra flair.
“You should definitely get a recording of this,” Ratio said, wiping away tears from the corner of his eyes. “This is legendary, and no one would believe it if you told them.”
Your eyebrows shot up in realization. A mischievous smile crept onto your face as you reached for your phone. You had to document this moment—it was too precious to be forgotten.
As you pressed record, the two men’s antics continued, utterly unhinged. Kaveh was now rolling on the floor, pretending to be a cat in an exaggerated display of theatrical nonsense, while Ratio began narrating an imaginary tale of "the drunken architect and the scholarly fool" in a deep, overly dramatic voice that sounded like he was auditioning for an epic movie role.
“Once upon a time, there was a brilliant architect,” Ratio began, sounding almost serious, “who sought to balance the world with a glass of wine on his head. But lo and behold! His genius was thwarted by a foolish scholar who...”
“Hey!” Kaveh interrupted, still lying on the floor but with a playful pout on his face, “I’m not a fool! I’m an artist, Ratio! A true visionary!”
You couldn’t help but giggle at the absurdity of it all. Your phone’s camera captured every moment—the dramatic poses, the ridiculous banter, and Kaveh’s insistence that he was both an architect and a revolutionary philosopher in the same breath. Ratio’s narrative voice only made it all the more surreal.
“And as the great architect’s impossible balance failed,” Ratio continued, “he lost his grace and fell into the arms of a drunken fool who had, ironically, become a greater scholar in his drunken stupor than he ever was sober.” He paused and gave you a wink as if he knew exactly what you were thinking. “Should I start charging for this performance?”
“Oh, stop it, you,” Kaveh protested, his voice slurred but still full of mock indignation. “You’re just jealous because my artistic flair is more... refined than your boring lectures.”
That was it. You burst out laughing, clutching your phone in one hand as you tried to contain yourself. The two men had completely abandoned any sense of dignity, and you were witnessing a side of them you’d never expected—Kaveh, who prided himself on being a refined, somewhat dramatic figure, and Ratio, usually so stoic and controlled, both completely unhinged in a drunken stupor.
You stopped recording for a moment, both of them still lost in their own silly world.
“You both are ridiculous,” you teased, still chuckling. “I can’t believe I’m seeing this side of you.”
Kaveh shot you a grin, his earlier dignity long gone. “Oh, you better believe it. You’ve unlocked the true genius of Kaveh and Ratio!”
“Geniuses,” Ratio echoed with a wry smile, his head still spinning slightly from the wine. “I have never met two people more qualified to—”
“—make fools of ourselves?” Kaveh interrupted, finishing Ratio’s sentence with a dramatic flair.
“Exactly!” Ratio said, as if this was the revelation of the century. He staggered slightly and straightened himself up, clearly attempting to reclaim some of his usual poise. “You have to admit, we are rather amusing when not bound by the chains of intellectual superiority.”
You couldn’t hold back your laughter. You pointed your phone back at them, capturing the absurdity of the moment. “This is gold. I’m going to make sure everyone hears about ‘Drunken Genius Kaveh’ and ‘Scholar Ratio’ forever.”
At that, Kaveh made a playful, exaggerated bow from the floor. “As long as I’m remembered for my art, I have no complaints!”
Ratio, still swaying slightly, joined in, offering an over-the-top, formal bow that had you in stitches. “Indeed. May our genius be immortalized, even if it’s through the lens of... let’s say, questionable decisions.”
You laughed again, feeling a warmth in your chest at the sight of these two intellectuals, usually so serious, embracing the chaos of the moment. It was clear that beneath all the genius and the hard exterior, they had their own quirks, their own human sides—unfiltered, unrefined, and entirely lovable.
Before you could stop yourself, you playfully raised your phone and said, “So, are we getting this on record? Or should I keep the next few minutes a secret?”
“Oh, no,” Kaveh interjected, suddenly sitting up, “absolutely not. This is an exclusive performance!”
Ratio smirked. “Right. And we’re expecting royalties for that footage.”
You grinned, shaking your head. “We’ll see about that.”
helloooo i was wondering if u could do fem reader x drunk dallas? and he’s being like super duper clingy and touchy and lovey. (if for any reason u r not comfortable thats okay!)
tysmm!!
A Night With Dallas
The neon lights of the bar flickered as you stepped inside, glancing around for your boyfriend, Dallas Winston. He was your opposite in many ways—wild, reckless, and often carefree to the point of chaos. You, on the other hand, preferred to keep your life organized and sober, particularly when it came to nights like these.
Dallas had always seen your clarity as a challenge, and tonight was no exception. You found him leaning against the bar, a drink already in hand, his trademark grin stretching across his face as he caught sight of you.
“Hey, babe! You made it!” he yelled, his voice slightly slurred but filled with excitement. With a mix of concern and affection, you approached him.
“Dally, are you already drunk?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Just a little buzzed,” he replied, winking at you like it was the most innocent thing in the world. You shook your head, unable to suppress your smile.
He pushed away from the bar, closing the distance between you and pulling you into a tight hug. You could feel the warmth radiating from his body, the faint scent of whiskey mingling with his usual cologne. He was so clingy—it was cute, really. He was never like this though, never. He typically was cold and mean to everyone, he had lots to drink tonight.
“Stay close,” he mumbled against your shoulder, his voice muffled as he nuzzled you. “Don’t want anyone else to take my favorite girl.”
You chuckled softly, wrapping your arms around him. “I’m not going anywhere, Dally. Promise.”
As the night wore on, you watched him interact with his friends, jumping from table to table, sharing laughs and stories. You couldn’t help but feel a bit protective though. Even when he was with his gang, he always found his way back to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into his side.
“Look at you, all sober and responsible,” he teased, tilting your chin up so he could meet your gaze. “I like it.” His eyes sparkled under the dim lights, and you felt your heart skip a beat.
“Only because someone has to keep you out of trouble,” you replied, rolling your eyes playfully. Dally just smirked, unfazed by the implication.
As the drinks continued to flow, you could see Dallas becoming more animated. His laughter was infectious, and you found yourself laughing along, despite the slight anxiety of watching him drink too much.
“Let’s get out of here,” he suggested after what felt like hours of socializing. “Just you and me.” He grabbed your hand, his grip comforting and possessive, as he led you outside into the cool night air.
Once outside, he pulled you close again, his body pressed against yours. “You’re so cute when you’re all serious, but I like it when you loosen up,” he said, his breath warm against your face. Dally leaned in closer, planting a gentle kiss on your lips. It was soft, sweet, and filled with a warmth that made you forget about his drinking for a moment.
“You’re going to regret this in the morning,” you murmured against his lips, but there was a smile on your face as you said it.
“Maybe,” he said, voice playful, “but right now, I just want you.” He squeezed you tighter, swaying slightly on his feet.
You laughed softly, shaking your head. “You’re such a dork when you’re drunk, you know that?”
Dallas laughed, his laughter bright and carefree. “Yeah, but I’m your dork, right?”
“Always,” you replied, your heart swelling as he looked at you with that familiar spark.
As you began to walk hand-in-hand, Dallas suddenly stopped, pulling you away from the streetlight glow. He leaned against the wall, groaning dramatically. “Why can’t we just stay here forever? Just you and me. This world sucks.”
You raised an eyebrow, amused. “You’re really getting philosophical now, aren’t you? Is that the whiskey talking?”
“Maybe,” he said with a grin, “but I mean it. You make everything better.” His eyes softened, and for a moment, the playful mean Dallas disappeared, revealing the boy who cared deeply.
“You know I’m always here for you, right?” you reassured him, resting your head against his shoulder.
“I know,” he replied, wrapping his arms around you. “And I love that about you. But… just don’t ever leave me, ‘kay?”
“Never,” you promised, feeling the weight of his words as you leaned in for another kiss, savoring the warmth of the moment—drunk Dallas and sober you, both wrapped up in each other’s hearts.
As the two of you stood there under the stars, a sense of peace washed over you. Whatever the world threw at you, you knew that together, you could face it all.
