@normallyxstranger Moved from here to give them their own thread. 🥰
Bullseye!
Truth be told, Casey hadn't meant the holy water to hit Tyler right in the face. She'd aimed for her torso--or, well, she didn't aim at all. She just tossed the open bottle and SPLASH--
"Fuck yes!" she cheered, triumphantly pumping a fist into the air. "Fuck yes!" She had waited so long for this petty payback.
"Ha!" She danced back on her heels, huge grin on her face. "Oops?" Laughter clung to her words as she playfully shook the remaining water at Tyler. "You know what you did." She gave another shake of the bottle. "At least it don't look like you pissed yourself."
“What the hell are you talkin’ about?!”
It took a moment for Tyler to catch up to what exactly Casey was getting payback for here. When she finally realised what was going on, she paused halfway through the motion of wiping her face with her sleeve, staring at her.
Oh. Ohhhhh. That.
“Seriously? That was an accident, you ass!” Tyler was not laughing. Definitely not. That noise was just spluttering, and she would be denying any and all evidence to the contrary.
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› tw: alcohol and drug mentions, date rape ‘jokes’, nonconsensual touching, implied noncon, gaslighting if you squint.
› a/n: not sfw, 18+ only please.
darling @khaenruin says: mind if i buy you a drink, sir kaeya? after all, i've heard that death after noon tastes best with good-looking company~
♡ — yandere! kaeya alberich
“oya? how can i trust you won’t slip something into my glass when i’m not looking?” he asks, flashing a haughty but drunkenly-lopsided grin. “and don't lie, you’ve been eyeing me up all night. clearly you’re interested in me, it’s only fair to assume you have ulterior motives.” he adds, laughing as if these accusations are commonplace for him.
‘w-what?’ you balk, wondering where he finds the gall to presume such things of you. just how guarded is this man that his first assumption is you're trying to drug him, much less to vocalize that with such gaudy contempt? you were aware that he has quite an unpleasant demeanor after a particularly bad day and a few glasses of drink, but to even doubt the kind offer of someone who wishes to get to know him better...
if you were anyone else, you’d give up right then.
you collect yourself.
‘sir kaeya... i assure you i’m not a liar nor a criminal. you’re free to check my records if you’d like.’ the wooden stool creaks softly when you shift away from him ever so slightly, under the pretense of fixing your posture. if he’s comfortable accusing you like this, getting any closer might raise eyebrows, and you’d prefer to spend the night anywhere besides a jail cell. ‘though... i’m sure the acting grand master wouldn’t be too pleased with your misuse of civilian records.’ you push. pursing your lips, you focus your attentions on the untouched glass of dandelion wine before you. ‘tell me... is slinging accusations without evidence how the knights operate these days?’
kaeya is on edge; despite his aloof exterior, even you can tell that much. he hasn’t taken another sip of his drink since you talked back. if you weren’t so busy suppressing the smile that threatens your lips, perhaps you would’ve noticed that something in his eyes had... clicked, right then.
“quite big talk for someone shaking like a kitten.” he chuckles under his breath. before you can protest, a warm, gloved hand clamps down on your forearm, stilling it from quivers you hadn’t noticed were there. you would have shrieked if he hadn’t closed the distance you created within seconds; his face is mere inches from yours, so close you feel yourself intoxicated by the alcohol in his breath.
in an instant, he reaches down and lays a gentle kiss on your jugular.
‘w-what are you...’ you ask, but the words quickly catch in your throat. a thick layer of ice encapsulates your neck, so cold it sends your vocal chords into a shock. it all happens so quickly that your instinct is to scream and thrash, but your voice is stuck and that look in his eye stills you, like prey caught before a predator.
his grip on your arm tightens. “now, pray tell, kitten... is there a reason you’re so keen on getting in my pants?” with his other hand, he firmly captures your chin, pressing your cheeks together so harshly you can feel his thumbs pressing your gums against your teeth. “even if you weren’t planning to drug me, you had intentions to take advantage of me if i drank past my limit, didn’t you?” he’s smiling as he asks this. as if he finds the very notion of being taken advantage of amusing. “did you get excited thinking you’d do—” he lets go of your arm and lets his hand fall downward to rest atop your thigh.“—this to me?” he mocks, not once taking his gaze from yours. “or perhaps you wanted to do...this?” fingers inch agonizingly across the valley of your thigh, before resting in the heat of your inner thigh.
you want to scream and cry, but only a tear pricks your eye. and even that turns from water to ice in an instant.
“aw, there’s no need to cry, sugar.” the look in his eye could only be described as pity. “i’d be happy to set those plans into motion on your behalf.” he thumbs the buckle on your pants. “but i can’t promise you’ll be the one who’s conscious.”
Instantly he drops the can of soda he was handing you, his face aghast. You catch it, your reflexes accustomed to Asahi’s particular brand of clumsiness.
“I—!” He swallows roughly. “Y-yeah, I guess they are.”
He rubs the back of his neck self-consciously. It’s true, he’s a big guy, and every thing about him is as well. But still, to have you point it out so brazenly...!
You entwine your free hand with his, a reassuring gesture, and he inhales deeply. Okay. Now’s not the time to get lost in his thoughts. He can do this. He just has to focus.
While the rumors surrounding him and his bad boy image can’t be farther from the truth, he admits wanting to be seem a bit tougher around you. After all, he’s your boyfriend! He should be strong and dependable! He can’t always be showing you such a lame side of him.
He takes another deep breath. Right, now is the time to—
“A-all the better to—“ He catches sight of your encouraging face, and falters. “H-hold your hand with,” he chokes out, his voice strangled.
You laugh, and the sound is a symphony plucking at his heart strings, careening him towards the grand finale. Despite the erratic pulse of his heart, he manages to smile back at you. Right. You never think anything he does is lame. He just has to have more confidence in himself. And how he can not? When he has you by his side, always tugging him along to another opportunity or anchoring him to where he needs to be.
“H-hey babe—“
“Your hands aren’t just big, though, Asahi. They’re also warm.”
His cheeks redden again. “It’s nice,” you continue. “When I’m with you... I feel like I can conquer anything.”
“Y-yeah?”
You flash him a sheepish look. “Ah—sorry. You were saying something before I cut you off.”
He curls his fingers around yours, encouraged by the way his hand encompasses yours. Maybe his team isn’t the only one who needs him. The realization that you rely on him just as much as he does you gives him the strength he needs to make that final push.
“I’ll keep being that person for you. No matter what. I want you to be able to count on me.”
You grin. “And you’re such a cheeseball too.”
“H-Hey, I’m tryna be serious here!”
You’ve been leaning towards him, challenging him, and this time he responds, angling his body towards you. He draws your hand up towards his chest, capturing your attention with the intensity of his gaze.
“Let me be the kind of man you can admire.”
Your eyes dart from his face to your linked hands, then back. “What if I told you... you already are?”
His brown eyes are dark with determination. He leans down, his lips close enough to ghost yours, when you hear a loud clank. The two of you search for the source of the sound. Asahi’s face pales when he sees his open soda can toppled over, the fizzy liquid spilling over the contents of his backpack.
“Aw man!”
While you still greatly admire him, Asahi remains possibly the biggest klutz you know. It’s okay, though—it adds to his charm.
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