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chelastuff · 7 months

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The Big Alchael Meta Post

So, I'm obsessed with Alchael. I think it started as joke, but like my relationship with YIIK, it progressed to a point where I could no longer pretend it was ironic.

I’ve made Alchael related metas before, but none of them really cover everything I wanna say about them. Because of that, I figured it would be easier to just make one giant Alchael meta analysis that goes over everything in one place.

Sometimes, I’ll half-jokingly say things like “Alchael is canon and the most important relationship in YIIK”. While it’s true that it’s a joke and hyperbolic, I do think that there is some real strong evidence that Alex is into Michael in a way that goes beyond platonic affection, and that Alex’s obsession with Michael is massively important to the plot. If you’re totally new here, you’re probably wondering where I’m even getting this from, especially since a lot of people’s impression of Michael is that he’s there for comic relief early in the story, but he becomes irrelevant after a certain point only to come back when Proto-Michael happens. But in this post, I’m gonna lay out my reasoning and begin to unravel some of the Alchael related layers in the story. Also, it’s solely going to be focused on 1.25 - so no I.V stuff (I will probably have more to say on them after it comes out, but that will be its own post).

I. Background

I’m gonna start by hitting you with some general background knowledge in case you aren’t super deep into the meta-conversation and theorizing surrounding YIIK, so here it goes:

Alex, being an unreliable narrator, changes aspects of the narrative to suit his own delusions and wants. Alex presents the story as taking place in 1999, but it actually takes place in 2016. Similarly, Alex claims that he is 26 and Michael is 19, when Michael is actually older than Alex.

The biggest evidence of this comes in the form of the ONISM post “Weird game a QT’s brother made”, where Michael describes “seeing this girl” and playing a game made by her kid brother. Allison is Alex’s older sister, so if the girl in the story is Allison, it would mean Michael is around Allison’s age, making Michael the older one. The post would also indicate that Michael’s primary relationship was with Allison, not Alex.

Of course, all of this is very different from what we actually see in the game, and I think once we figure out what changes were made and why, it can be very revealing. Michael, instead of being Allison’s friend, is now recast as Alex’s best friend. Instead of being his actual age, he’s permanently stuck at 19, studying for the SATs forever. And importantly - Allison is completely gone from the picture, totally erased from the narrative aside from a few references to her. The fact that she was the one who Michael’s primary relationship was with is gone completely. Alex effectively erased Allison from the story in order to take her place - and this place was Michael’s romantic interest.

II. Nubile

So, given that Michael in YIIK is effectively fulfilling a fantasy/delusion of Alex, I think it’s worth pointing out some lines that are kind of… strange, and in my opinion, are further evidence that Alex’s obsession with Michael goes beyond simply wanting to be his friend. Mainly, I want to point out this exchange:

(footage source)

For those who don’t know, the definition of nubile is “(of a young woman) sexually attractive” or “(of a young woman) sexually mature; old enough for marriage”. Haha, funny joke right? Michael is using a word to describe an attractive woman, but he’s not a woman! How unexpected!

I’ll circle back to the nubile thing in a bit, but for now I actually wanted to point out something else about these lines. If we assume that the relationship that we see between them in YIIK actually represents what Alex wishes it could be, it’s strange that Michael still delivers lines that are mocking Alex in this way, isn't it? It’s also interesting that Michael’s go-to insult is often calling attention to Alex’s body, and that in this case, he uses this to point out just how attractive he is in comparison. The comparison isn’t even solely about fat shaming Alex here - the use of the word “nubile” is pretty explicitly making it about being more sexually attractive than Alex.

The game calls back to the “nubile” joke in the next scene:

I almost feel like I’m being redundant with my analysis at this point, but, like, come on. Now Alex is the one pointing out Michael’s relative attractiveness, and Michael just straight up nonchalantly agrees with him! Sure, this is the kind of joke flirting that wouldn’t be out of the ordinary between friends, but once again keep in mind that all of this is being presented to you through Alex’s filtered lens, which is why I believe that it highlights the specific belief of Alex's that Michael is more attractive than him. With the use of the word "nubile", it makes it specifically about Michael’s sexual desirability and compares him to a woman! It’s stuff like this that really makes me doubt that Alex just innocently wants to be Michael’s friend, and makes me think there’s some other stuff going on here.

III. ONISM / Obsession

Now, I want to jump all the way to the near end of the game to highlight a monologue that happens right before the New Years Eve segment, wherein Alex reflects on his past with Michael, how they fell apart, and the inconsistencies within his own story. I highly encourage you to watch this scene and the monologue yourself, especially since I see a lot of people glaze over it in let’s plays, due to the sheer amount of (seemingly irrelevant) detail that it has. Here is a link.

The first thing I want to point out is just how much about his meeting with Michael that Alex remembers and is able to recite in excruciating detail. With how much Alex is able to go on and on, we are shown how many details he remembers about the summer Michael moved in and the house he lived in. I don’t think anything in the game is described in as much detail as Alex describes Michael’s house. Yet, when it comes to remembering how old Michael was when he moved in or moved away, and what year he moved away, Alex contradicts himself multiple times. I believe that the reason why he’s stumbling over himself when it comes to the timeline is because Alex’s timeline is wrong. I think It might even be an instance where he knows he’s lying, and he’s scrambling to cover his lie.

Then, Panda reminds Alex that he and Michael had “a falling out”. The details of this are fuzzy, but it seems to involve Alex traveling to Canada to meet Michael and ultimately being stood up. Although, I think it’s very possible that the actual reason they “fell out” happened before this, and Alex is omitting those details. I find it pretty wild how obsessed Alex must be in order to fly to another country just to try and fail to rekindle his relationship with Michael.

However, it seems even after this “falling out” happened, Alex never actually got over Michael. Not only does Alex wish for a world where Michael is 19 forever and thus never leaves him, he also remains a regular visitor of his website, ONISM. In fact, it’s Alex’s obsession with Michael’s creation that sets the stage for the entire plot. It’s how Alex discovers Semi’s disappearance, and where he gets the basis for the version of her (Sammy) that he creates in his head. This is one of the main reasons why I say that Alchael is the most important relationship in YIIK.

I.V. Losing My Religion

Throughout the game, you receive phone calls from someone who calls himself “your best childhood friend” and who is very heavily implied to be Michael. In one of these calls, he describes listening to “Losing My Religion” with Alex.

The song is also brought up in the monologue before New Years Eve that I mentioned already:

So, it seems like Losing My Religion is a song associated with Alex and Michael’s relationship. Given this, is it possible that we can learn about them from the meaning of the song? Michael Stipe, who wrote the lyrics of the song, has consistently said in interviews that the song is not literally about religion, but rather about a narrator who has unrequited love for someone else, and loses his composure in front of them. He even referred to it as a “classic obsession song” in two separate interviews.

Now, it’s worth noting that the timeline that is being presented in those screencaps actually makes zero sense. Losing My Religion became a hit in 1991, but if the game takes place in 2016, Alex should have been born around 1990. For this to make sense, Alex would have to have been listening to Losing My Religion with Michael when he was one year old, and with how vividly Alex remembers the summer that Michael moved in, I just don’t find that very likely. In my personal opinion, I think what’s more likely is that this is an extension of Alex’s main character syndrome. If you’re the main character of reality, a song is a hit when you listen to it the most. If this is true, it means that Alex was repeatedly listening to a song about unrequited love and losing your cool around a person you’re obsessed with right around the time that he met Michael. Very interesting! On a related note, when I was researching the meaning of Losing My Religion for this meta, I came across a Michael Stipe quote where he said “I've always felt the best kinds of songs are the ones where anybody can listen to it, put themselves in it and say, 'Yeah, that's me.’”, which kind of blew me away because this is exactly what Alex does with all media, so it would make perfect sense if he did it with Losing My Religion as well.

With that, I'm going to end the analysis here. Although this covers pretty much everything I wanted to say about the Alchael implications in the base game, I get the feeling I'm probably going to have more to say about them when I.V comes out. I also may write some more YIIK metas on other topics, so let me know if you'd like to see that. Until then, thanks for reading!

#yiik #yiik meta #alchael

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m4r13l3y · 3 years

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Oh, bunny // mrdrs

Warnings; poly relationship, angst (??), fluff, mentions of being in menstrual state

The marauders had been looking for you all day, you weren’t anywhere were they could see you on the map, and you hadn’t shown up to breakfast, or lunch

“Lily have you seen her?” The three men walked into the common room exhausted from running around the school like mad-men looking for you

“I haven’t m’sorry” she frowned, “but y/n’s safe she wouldn’t put herself in any danger if that’s what you’re worried about”

“Ofcourse Im bloody worried If she’s in danger you ginger!” Sirius huffed

“Calm it with the tone black, if I knew where she was I’d help you” she watched your three boyfriends walk up the stairs to their dormitory

“Did we say something yesterday?” Remus plopped onto the bed alongside James as he tried to recall any reason you’d be avoiding them

As the marauders all thought were you could be, on the top of the castle you were in the seventh floor in the room of requirements, crying

You had woken up in a pool of your blood as you had forgotten that your period was soon to come, with a cleaning charm your freshened up your clothes along with your bed

Taking a quick shower you realized you were already to late for breakfast and decided to head to the room your boys had shown you too, for your more rendezvous time, but when you stood infront and walked in you found a fairly large bed with a muggle tv playing a movie

You didn’t even think that anyone would look for you, your mind filled with sad thoughts as your hormones took over.

The sappy movie ended, leaving bittersweet taste in your mouth as your tears flushed, all the emotions you had been bottling up throughout the week just came back. The stupid teachers, their stupid homework, the stupid Gryffindor colors, and your stupid, stupid face that seemed to be so red from crying that you hated it. You just wanted to drown in sorrow

“Maybe shes at the black lake?” James rested his head on Remus’ shoulder

“Think of yesterday prongs maybe she said something to us that we didn’t hear” Sirius closed his eyes to try and remember anything anything that would help him know were you where

“My stomach hurts” you grunted into his chest, “why pup?”

“I don’t know it just does”

Stomach pain? Why would your stomach pain effect you- she’s on her period!

“She’s on her period” he stood up proud with a smirk to have figured that out, “okay well were could she-?”

“The room of requirements!” They all said in unison, Ofcourse you were in there! How could they be so dumb!

The three of them quickly put on their shoes and ran up the stairs

As you unknowingly waited for the three marauders to show up to the room, you walked back to the bed after getting a chocolate that appeared on some coffee table in the corner

Cutting a piece and popping into your mouth you laid onto the pillow as more tears stained your face

“Get out” you gargled as you heard the door opening, not looking up to see who it was

“Get out?” James scoffed, “where the fuck have you been all day?”

You quickly wiped your tears and tried your best to sit up, but the pain in your abdomen didn’t seem to be in your favor as you had to lay back down, “ ‘m sorry” you sniffled

Their featured softened as they heard your voice and caught a glimpse of the tear trails the adorned your face

“Oh, bunny” Remus sat next to you, “what’s wrong baby?”

“Everything hurts” you whispered, Sirius and James both laid next to eachother on the bed as they watched you try to compose yourself

“C’mere pretty girl” James and Sirius opened a spot between them for you to lay in, “I’m sorry” you slowly crawled to their sides

Remus laid behind sirius, running his hair through the raven locks as they all tried their best to comfort you

“It’s alright baby” James wrapped an arm around your waist and settled you on him comfortably, “no need to fret we were just worried”

Guilt ran through your skin as you realized how bad you made them feel, even more tears fell down as they now stained James’ shirt

“Don’t cry baby” Sirius kissed your shoulder, “you’re fine so are we alright?”

You nod sheepishly, a tiring feeling filling your body as the crying takes its toll on you

Their voices sound muffled as you fall asleep in James embrace

“Bunny, what medicine do you nee-?” Sirius looked to see you peacefully sleeping as your back hand hooked around his sweater

“Talk quieter shes sleeping” Sirius whispered, kissing your cheek he too, along with the rest of his lovers, fell asleep

Taglist;

@wonderfilworld @lilypad-55449 @emmaev @amarabln @side-blog-shit @pakukutta25 @cjhollida @chronicwiggler @harry-styles-1800 @rjprofessorlupin @aayaissaa @kittykylax @ethernal-onism @kyleed24 @amourtentiaa @theweasleytwinsgirl @28cnn @moonlight-sayah @xmalfoyweasleyx @goddessofmoonlightlove

#James potter x reader #remus lupin x reader #Sirius black x reader #marauders x reader #marauders fluff #James potter fluff #Remus lupin fluff

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ronsbadidea · 3 years

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Hi! Can i please ask for some smut with Harry?🥰 maybe some soft sex after a nightmare? If you are comfortable, ofc🥰

everytime i get a harry request i fall deeper in love with him. i’m ready to shift NOW.

pairing: harry potter x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw, sweet harry, full on sex

bolting awake you feel the sweat drip down your brow and your heartbeat going rapidly. the rain patters against the window and a rush of lighting strikes the ground. waking up from a nightmare is bad enough but adding on the rain effect makes your fears come alive even more.

throwing the blankets off your legs you turn to sit on the side of the bed and try to catch your breath. not noticing the body next to you moving around, jumping as you feel the touch of a hand on your shoulder.

“nightmare?”, the roughness of harry’s voice implying he just woke up. nodding your head you turn around and lay back down in bed. “yeah, i can’t even remember what it fully was, just that it scared the shit out of me”

chuckling he pulls you to his side and starts peppering kisses on your face. finally kissing your lips, the pecks turn into slow passionate kisses. pushing you to lay down he crawls on top of you and starts to kiss down your neck. the sensation on your neck sending shocks down your spine and to your core. “let me take your mind off of it.”

whispering a short “please” he takes your night gown off leaving you bare underneath him. tugging on his boxers he takes the hint and you both assist in taking them off. bending down he places wet kisses along your breasts and places two short kisses on each nipple, making them erect in pleasure.

licking his thumb he pushes between your folds. gathering up your slick he coats his dick and drags his head through your folds and overtop of your clit. you whine becoming impatient and just wanting to feel him inside you. “patience dove, let me make you feel good.” slowly but surely he pushes into you, causing you both to groan.

thrusts starting out shallow and slow, he bends down and kisses your lips. gripping his head your nails slide down his back as he makes first contact with the spot that makes you see stars. the pattering of the rain seems to harden just as his thrusts do. legs over his shoulders at this point he slams into you causing friction against your g spot.

toes curling and eyes rolling to the back of your head you let out a moan, one seen in porn, and climax just as thunder booms throughout the room. the grip you have on harry triggers his own orgasm as he stills inside you and release out a groan of his own. heavy breaths and rain are the only thing heard as you both settle into bed after cleaning each other up.

“feel better love?” looking to your side you smile, “better, much better.” crawling on top of him you settle on his chest and you both drift off to sleep, your nightmare long forgotten in the depths of the night.

tags: @anchoeritic @amourtentiaa @carmiml0v3 @marauders-simp1 @asthmax @expectoscamander @hey-there-angels @alyssamalfoy @ethernal-onism

#harry potter fic #harry potter requests #harry potter imagine #harry potter blurb #harry potter smut #harry potter #harry potter x reader smut #harry potter x reader

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hxwks-gf · 3 years

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ー don’t make me beg

pairing: bakugo x reader

summary: you run into bakugo, your ex-boyfriend, at a party. heated confessions ensue.

warnings: swearing, mentions of drinking, some suggestive themes, bakugo is a subby simp at the end lmfao i couldn’t resist. everyone is 21+ because drinking

w/c: 2.7k

a/n: so this thought actually came to me randomly in the middle of the night last night and i just now got around to writing it out. for optimal reading experience, listen to these songs as you read (i’ll put another link in the actual fic as a reminder, idk you don’t have to i just thought it would be fun)

♫ outre lux - onism

♫ fire for you - cannons

♫ all your love - jakob ogawa

9:27 PM

“I don’t know,” you sighed into the phone, rolling over on your back and kicking your feet up against the wall of your bedroom. You wiggled your toes in their mismatched socks and pouted. “I’m not really in a party mood tonight, Mina.”

“C’mon,” she whined on the other end, in that strange “Mina” way that almost always got you to say yes. “Just for a little bit! We’ve been working so hard at the agency, we deserve a night off for once!”

You sighed again and sat up normally, resting your chin in your hand. She had a point: you were both worked to the bone from the seemingly endless patrols and stacks of paperwork. Who knew that this is where you would end up at after graduation? Your eyes flickered over to your closet, already putting an outfit together in your head. “Alright, fine. But only for a little bit.”

Mina squealed in excitement. “Perfect! This will be good, I promise.”

♫ outre lux - onism

Not long after the call had ended, Mina came and picked you up and drove you to a different part of town you vaguely recognized. She led you up the steps of an apartment building, and you could already hear the bass of the music reverberating through the walls. The room was a few floors up and at the end of a long hall with the door propped open. Mina carelessly let herself inside, dragging you with her by your hand.

“Mina!” a familiar voice called over the music. Your eyes wandered along the various groups of partygoers, admiring the glow from the neon signs that decorated the walls. There were a few people you recognized: Midoriya and Ururaka were awkwardly dancing together, with Iida not too far away from them. There were others from your graduating class, including Kirishima, who was walking towards you and Mina with a wide grin on his face.

“You made it!” he said, stopping in front of you. “Thanks for coming, you guys! Help yourselves to some drinks, there’s also some pizza left, I think.”

Mina hugged him. “For sure! But right now, I just really want to dance.” She turned towards you and raised her eyebrows. “Wanna come?”

“I’ll be okay,” you said as you ushered her forward. “I’ll find you later, alright?”

She nodded and disappeared into the group of people, leaving you alone with Kirishima, who awkwardly rubbed the back of his head.

“It’s awesome that you came, y/n,” he said, flashing another grin. “Wasn’t sure if you were going to.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Mina has a way with words, you know?”

Kirishima laughed. “That she does.”

“So if this is your party….” Your words trailed off as your eyes slid across the faces of everyone in the room, feeling like everything was slowing down around you. A slow, bass-boosted song started playing. “...does that mean Katsuki is here?”

Your gaze answered your own question once they landed on your ex-boyfriend standing off in the corner with Kaminari. He was arguing with him about something, his hand tightly gripping the red solo cup and the other pointed menacingly at Denki’s goofy expression. God, he looked good. He was wearing your favorite shirt of his: a simple black v-neck, paired with his nicest jeans that hugged his ass perfectly. For a brief moment, you met Kaminari’s eyes, and his face changed. He leaned over and whispered something in Bakugo’s ear.

Bakugo’s head turned and his crimson gaze landed on you standing near the entrance with Kirishima. You swallowed nervously, staring right back at him, and it felt as if the entire room melted away and left just the two of you.

“...sorry, I should’ve told Mina ahead of time,” you heard Kirishima saying to you. You squeezed your hands into fists at your sides.

“It’s alright,” you found yourself replying. You broke your gaze from Bakugo and offered Kirishima a reassuring smile. “We’re adults here, right? I came to relax and have fun.”

The lie almost sounded believable. But Kirishima said nothing about it and simply returned your grin, pushing you towards the kitchen. “Get a drink or two in you,” he said, blocking Bakugo from view. “I’m sure Mina needs a dance partner soon.”

♫ fire for you - cannons

“Right,” you laughed, and he left you alone in the kitchen. Once he was out of earshot, you released the nervous breath you had been holding and tried to still your trembling hands. It had been just a few months since you and Bakugo had “mutually” split, but in reality, it had been his idea. He wanted to focus on his career and you wanted to get more serious. As you opened the refrigerator, you remembered the teary, sniffling goodbye you gave him on the steps of your apartment building as he carried a box of his stuff. He didn’t so much as bat an eye.

“You’re an adult, you’re here to have fun, just don’t think about him,” you muttered to yourself as you cracked open a bottle of cider.

“Think about who?”

You jumped in surprise and nearly dropped your drink. “Jesus,” you groaned, and then glared at Bakugo standing in the doorway, his hands tucked into his jeans. “Don’t fucking sneak up on someone like that.”

The corner of his mouth lifted up in a smile. “You were always so easy to scare.”

A blush crept into your cheeks and you looked away from him. “What do you want?” you asked, taking a sip of your drink. The floor of the kitchen suddenly became incredibly fascinating as you avoided meeting his eyes.

“Didn’t think you’d be here tonight,” he said. “Did Raccoon Eyes con you into it?”

“Don’t call her that,” you said sharply, looking up at him again. “And no, she didn’t con me into it. I wanted to come.” You gave him a once-over. “What are you doing here, anyway? You hate things like this.”

Bakugo leaned against the doorframe and shrugged. “Kirishima said that if I came, other people would too. Guess I’m just popular.”

“Right,” you said sarcastically, rolling your eyes and fiddling with the bottle in your hands. “I don’t think popular is the right word I would use.”

He took a few steps closer to you and you could smell his cologne. It was the scent he knew you loved the most, you noticed. Interesting. Wearing your favorite shirt and your favorite cologne? It was almost like he knew you were planning on coming tonight.

“What’s the word you would use then?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly as he leaned back against the sink, his hands bracing on the edge of the counter on either side of him. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of being overpowered, so you stood your ground and refused to move from your spot, taking another drink of cider.

“What are you talking about?” you asked, risking a glance at him. You instantly regretted it. He was looking at you with that rare expression of admiration that only you ever had the privilege of seeing behind closed doors when the two of you were still together, but it still made your heart beat faster and faster, even now.

“The word you would use,” he said, blinking slowly at you. “Or do I still have that effect on you? That makes you forget what you were saying?”

“You’re so full of shit, I need a plunger,” you snapped, turning away from him and escaping to the other side of the kitchen. “What are you doing? Why are you talking to me?”

For a moment, Bakugo actually looked….hurt. His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed, but a brief moment and it was gone. “I’m sorry,” he said tightly, crossing his arms. “Enjoy the party, y/n.” Without letting you reply, he stalked out of the kitchen and disappeared from view, leaving you all alone, confused and trembling and….sad.

“Jesus Christ,” you muttered, and you stared at the bottle in your hands. You blew a raspberry at it and tipped it back, downing the rest of the cider in a few, full gulps. He wasn’t allowed to ruin the fun you were supposed to be having tonight. You tossed the bottle into the recycling bin and left the kitchen.

“y/n!” Mina called to you from the middle of the living room, where most of the dancing was. She was swaying and shimmying to the song that was playing, her hands in the air and her face in a state of perpetual happiness. “Dance with me!”

“Alright,” you laughed, slipping into the midst of the dancers and following her movements. After a while, you felt yourself slowly beginning to relax, nearly forgetting your awkward encounter with Bakugo in the kitchen. You deserved this. You deserved to have fun, and he wasn’t going to take it from you.

“I hear that He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named is here,” Mina said into your ear over the music with a comedic grimace on her face. “Did he talk to you?”

You nodded. “Yeah, in the kitchen. He was acting weird.”

“Probably because you looked hot as fuck tonight and he realized what exactly he’s been missing,” she said. Her eyes lit up with mischief. “What if you made him jealous?”

“I don’t want anyone getting wheeled out of here on a gurney,” you laughed, but the thought remained in the back of your head. You did look good tonight, and there was bound to be someone who wanted to have a couple dances with you. But what would you gain from it? It would just be sending Bakugo the message that you weren’t over him yet (which was true, but he didn’t need to know that). “I think I just want to dance, have a few more drinks, and that’s it.”

Mina rolled her eyes but nodded. “Fair enough.”

But as hard as you tried to forget, your mind kept going back to Bakugo. His scent, his voice, his warmthーyou fucking missed him, you missed him so much it hurt. Seeing him for the first time in months from across the room had hit you like a truck and flooded your mind with memories of his kiss, his touch, and his love. The harder you danced, the heavier it weighed on your mind, until a pit of nausea bubbled in your stomach.

“I think I’m going to take a break,” you said to Mina over the music. The room suddenly felt cramped and small, with too many people and too much noise. You needed fresh air. But as you slipped out of the group of dancers, you saw that the patio was full of people standing around and mingling.

“Shit,” you muttered, and turned around to make your way to the bathroom. It was so loud. Were there this many people when you first came here?

♫ all your love - jakob ogawa

As you moved past bodies standing in the hallway, you were sure you heard someone call your name, but you didn’t stop until you were safely behind the door of the bathroom. The music was muffled and shook the walls as you leaned against the sink, glaring at your reflection.

“Get it together,” you hissed at yourself. “It’s just a fucking party.”

Someone knocked outside, startling you. “In use!” you called out.

“It’s me,” Bakugo’s voice came from the other side. “Can you let me in?”

You felt your heart drop. He was the last person you wanted on the other side of that door. But somehow, you found your hand twisting the knob and cracking it open, meeting his eyes through it.

“You alright?”

“I’m fine,” you lied, trying to keep your voice level.

“You sure?” Bakugo knew you weren’t telling the truth.

“Yes,” you replied, but your voice cracked on the word. You squeezed your eyes shut and inwardly groaned. You could smell his scent again, as well as feel the ever-present warmth that never seemed to leave him.

Before you could protest, Bakugo was pushing the door open and letting himself in, careful to close and lock it behind him. You backed away and sat on the edge of the bathtub, not wanting to meet his eyes. However, he knelt in front of you and tilted his head to the side, bracing his hands on either side of you.

“What’s going on?” he asked, and his voice rumbled through you like a waterfall.

“Rich of you to ask that,” you muttered, feeling the shameful sting of tears in your eyes.

He sighed. “I really am sorry for what happened, y/n.”

This wasn’t like him to apologize so brazenly. You risked a glance up at him, and he was looking at you so intensely, you immediately averted your gaze. But a brief moment later and you felt his index finger beneath your chin, slowly lifting it so you were forced to look at him again.

“Why are you doing this?” you whimpered, a single tear slipping out and sliding down your cheek. “We broke up, Katsuki. You wanted to break up.”

His jaw set. “I know,” he growled, his thumb reaching up and swiping the tear away. “But I just...I can’t imagine you with anyone else. I can’t imagine being with anyone else.”

“Stop it,” you sniffled, pulling your chin away and swatting at his hand. “Stop. You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to hold me on the end of a leash like this, and tightening it whenever you’re in your feelings. At the end of it all, you were the one who left, Katsuki. And it’s not fair to me.”

He stared at you with wide eyes. For a minute, he looked like the regular Bakugo. But it passed, and he dropped his eyes in shame.

“I know it’s not fair,” he muttered, sitting back and resting his arms on his knees. He stared at his hands. “I don’t know why I’m doing it. It’s just...seeing you tonight for the first time in months, you looked so fucking beautiful and I felt so fucking stupid.”

You looked down at him from where you sat on the edge of the tub, your eyes blurring with tears. “What do you want from me, Katsuki?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I want you to come home!” he exploded, looking up at you with a fierceness in his eyes, it almost frightened you. “I fucking miss you, alright? I hate waking up in an empty bed in the mornings.” He ground his teeth and glared at his hands again. “I miss your laugh. I miss those goddamn stupid songs you would play when you did the dishes. I just miss you.”

You closed your eyes and took a trembling breath. “So what are you saying?” you asked, feeling your fingernails dig into your palms. “Do you want to get back together? Is that what you want?”

“Don’t make me beg,” you heard him mutter.

Oh. Oh. Your eyes opened and you looked down at him again. He saw the wicked glint in your gaze and he ran his hands through his hair with a scoff.

“No,” he said, glaring at you. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“That sucks,” you simpered. “I’ll see you around then, Katsuki.” You made to get up and leave the bathroom, but his hand shot out and wrapped around your wrist, forcing you to stop.

“y/n,” he growled.

You arched an eyebrow down at him. “Yes?”

A moment passed and he forcefully exhaled through his nose, as if working himself up to something.

“Please,” he finally spoke through gritted teeth.

“Please what?”

“Can we please try again?” Bakugo asked, his fingers tightening around your wrist.

You reached down and lifted his chin with an index finger, much like he did with you. His crimson eyes burned so hot as they met your own, and you smiled at him.

“I like it when you beg,” you murmured, and a furious blush blossomed across his cheeks. “You should do it more often.”

“Is that a yes?” he asked as he got to his feet, now towering over you.

“Perhaps,” you mused, taking your bottom lip in between your teeth. “I’ll decide in the morning after you’ve made me breakfast.”

“Breakfastー?” Bakugo stopped and grinned. “Oh, you think you’re funny, do you?” His hands wrapped around your waist and he pulled you into his chest, dipping his head to brush a gentle but sultry kiss across your lips. “Good enough for me.”

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Laid-back: someone or something that is casual, calm and often unpretentious.

Synonyms: Chill, Calm, Collected, Easy-going, Relaxed.

Entomology: late 14c., of the sea, "windless, without motion or agitation;" of a wind, "light, gentle," perhaps via Old French calme "tranquility, quiet," or directly from Old Italian calma "quiet, fair weather," which probably is from Late Latin cauma "heat of the mid-day sun.”

Gentle: having or showing a mild, kind, or tender temperament or character.

Synonyms: Compassionate, Sympathetic, Disciplined.

Entomology: early 13c., gentile, gentle "well-born, of noble rank or family," from Old French gentil/jentil "high-born, worthy, noble, of good family; courageous, valiant; fine, good, fair" (11c., in Modern French "nice, graceful, pleasing; fine, pretty") and directly from Latin gentilis "of the same family or clan," in Medieval Latin "of noble or good birth," from gens (genitive gentis) "race, clan," from root of gignere"beget," from PIE root *gene- "to give birth, beget," from PIE root *gene- "give birth, beget," with derivatives referring to procreation and familial and tribal groups.

Determined: having a strong feeling that you are going to do something and that you will not allow anyone or anything to stop you.

Synonyms: Driven, Persistent, Strong-willed, Stubborn.

Entomology: late 14c., "bound, limited, restricted;" 1560s, "decided," past-participle adjective from determine. Meaning "characterized by resolution" is from c. 1600, of actions; 1772, of persons.

Passionate: a passionate person has very strong feelings about everything they do or believe in.

Synonyms: Sensual, Loving, Amorous.

Entomology: early 15c., "angry; emotional," from Medieval Latin passionatus "affected with passion," from Latin passio (genitive passionis) "passion."

Sunny: a person who is not quite optimistic but is usually happy and relaxed and does not usually get worried or angry.

Synonyms: Positive, Lighthearted, Lively.

Entomology: "full of sun," early 14c., from sun (n.) + -y (2). Compare Dutch zonnig, German sonnig. Figurative sense of "cheerful" is attested from 1540s. Sunny side in reference to optimistic outlook is from 1831.

Genuine: someone who is true to themselves in the way that they think, feel, and want to be seen/portrayed.

Synonyms: Natural, Authentic, Humble, Honest, Heart-Felt.

Entomology: 1590s, "natural, not acquired," from Latin genuinus "native, natural, innate," from root of gignere "to beget, produce" (from PIE root *gene- "give birth, beget"), perhaps influenced in form by contrasting adulterinus "spurious."

Adaptable: capable of being adapted. Able to adjust oneself readily to different conditions.

Synonyms: Versatile, Resilient, Flexible.

Entomology: 1800, "capable of being made to fit by alteration," from adapt + -able.

Tolerant: a person who understands and accepts the different ideals and beliefs of others.

Synonyms: Open-minded, Unbothered, Carefree, Forgiving.

Entomology: 1784, "free from bigotry or severity in judging others," from French tolérant (16c.), and directly from Latin tolerantem (nominative tolerans), present participle of tolerare "to bear, endure, tolerate.”

Wanderlust: a very strong desire to travel.

Synonyms: Vagary, Onism.

Entomology: 1902, from German Wanderlust, literally "desire for wandering."

Strong: A person of strength is someone who shows courage despite the fear. It is someone who does what they can to handle the most difficult situation in the best way they can. A strong person is someone who is creative because they know that despite the circumstances, they have to make things work.

Synonyms: Relentless, Courageous, Gallant.

Entomology: Old English strang "physically powerful, powerful in effect; forceful, severe, firm, bold, brave; constant, resolute; arduous, violent," from Proto-Germanic *strangaz (source also of Old Norse strangr "strong," Dutch streng "strict, rigorous," Old High German strang "strong, bold, hard," German streng "strict, rigorous"), possibly from PIE *strenk- "tight, narrow." Originally compared strenger, strengest.

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