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fukurodaze · 4 years ago

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haikyuu!! third gym squad taking the ib diploma programme

ok... my friend and i got rlly stressed the other day and made headcanons for these guys if they were to take classes in the ib... it’s like a levels but like... a bit more death!

for my ib diploma folks you can just hop on over and read what i’ve hc’d but for my non-ib folks, lemme give you a bit of an introduction to the ib diploma programme.

characters included: bokuto koutarou, kuroo tetsurou, akaashi keiji, tsukishima kei, haiba lev, hinata shouyou

THE IB DIPLOMA PROGRAMME is a rigorous two-year pre-college program in your last two years of high school. a full programme consists of one class from each of the six required groups (totalling to 6 classes), which are G1 - first language; G2 - second language; G3 - social sciences; G4 - natural sciences; G5 - mathematics; and G6 - arts (though, arts is optional, and can be switched out with another subject from G3 or G4).

within these six courses, students are required to take at least three high-level (HL) courses and three standard level courses (SL), but some students may take four HL courses and have two SL courses (kind of a rough one tho).

just to note: there’s two types of math courses - applications and interpretations (Math AI) and analysis and approaches (Math AA). MAA courses are known to be harder than MAI courses because students do more theory work and have non-calculator sections in exams, unlike MAI courses where calculators are required for every exam. also, it is possible for a person to take IB courses instead of the full diploma programme, but i’m not very well acquainted with that variation of the IB programme so we’re just going to assume all the boys got 6 courses.

okay. i am so sorry i just lectured you on a whole school curriculum. anyways. back to haikyuu!!

BOKUTO KOUTAROU : Japanese Language and Literature HL, Mandarin Ab Initio SL, Geography HL, SEHS (Sports, Exercise, and Health Science) HL, Math AI SL, Economics SL

ok so it’s canon that this dude is not doing very well in math but his parents made him do higher level math at first poor boy >:(

he started the year off in higher level and thought he was gonna be fine

no. he was not fine.

so he ended up switching his math hl to sl and his japanese sl to hl

IT IS CANON (special chapter in volume 19 titled “i just forgot” where bokuto has a wholeass crisis about words) that bokuto’s really one to actually really like to think about how words work and function as systems in the same way ib language courses do!!

actually having him do japanese ll hl is just an excuse for me to keep him in math sl sorry

i mean koutarou may be my fav tax evader but he really did sit through two years worth of econ classes... smh

mans is Not listening and has to rely on yukie for notes but he just memorises case studies for exams and does not do anything else

i feel like he just takes mandarin because he thought it was the easiest one... he also thinks the words sound similar so it’s easy to memorise

he’s a pretty good communicator so he practices his mandarin quite a lot. as in, he’s made friends to talk to in mandarin. we love to see it!!!

also. um. i hc that he’s pretty decent at memorisation so geography!! this goes for memorising all the kanji and mandarin characters too

i think SEHS is pretty self-explanatory. mans already known he wanna be a pro athlete might as learn about being healthy as an athlete

KUROO TESTUROU : Japanese Language and Literature SL, English B SL, Business Management HL, Chemistry HL, Math AI HL, Biology HL

now... we all know this mf been taking chemistry hl. it is CANON

and as per his career path... DEFINITELY business management hl

i feel like he’s so analytical in the way he sees things that he likes to explore many areas of knowledge where there are different ways of thinking

takes english as a second language because... whew.. aint it sexy when mans wanna be multifaceted in business

also takes higher level biology because he’d rather not with the languages... but later on i believe he ends up in a higher level language class because he might as well

i feel like kuroo’s classes just give me a vibe i know too too well...

mans takes math ai. he does not wanna fuck around with a pencil proving a theorem he just wants the answer bro

like in volleyball, he’s a quick thinker. so he’s pretty g with math and business stuff

i literally know someone with this class combo ... it’s not very chill but it screams “you never see me do any course work but i always get at least a B+ in every subject”

AKAASHI KEIJI : Japanese Language and Literature HL, French Ab Initio SL, Psychology HL, Chemistry SL, Math AA SL, Visual Arts HL

now... this subject combo radiates such pretty energy

pretty subjects for a pretty boy

he was originally going to do biology sl but then found out there is chemistry in biology so he just decided with chemistry. plain and simple.

we all know akaashi is both emotionally and academically intelligent

he’s logical and analytical, and when faced with a tough time he works through it well albeit going through a little bit of struggle

this automatically puts him in math aa... i just see him actually liking proving theorems???

but maybe he just thinks his calculator is a nuisance sometimes and would rather solve everything by hand

also art boy! this dude likes graphic design more but when it comes to traditional art he does Not Hold Back

i like to think that he’s into painting backgrounds and mixed media

if he didn’t take VA, i’m pretty sure he would take economics. because. it’s quite systematic and i think akaashi would take a liking to it

as for japanese ll hl... we all know this dude was supposed to be a part of the literary section in a magazine/manga company but was moved to editor

goes hand-in-hand with psychology, likes to know how words convey meaning and how they affect people

he also thinks french is kind of a cool language. i feel like this guy just wants to do it because it sounds cool and novel for him

all in all, pretty solid subject combo!

TSUKISHIMA KEI : Japanese Language and Literature HL, French Ab Initio SL, History HL, Biology SL, Math AA HL, Instrumental Music HL

4 hl’s... here we are folks

honestly does it for colleges to go like “holy shit this dude is kinda crazy”

but does suffer... coursework tings :)

first of all this dude takes french (even though it’s a beginner’s class) because he just loves to sound cool huh

the summer before his courses started he would have had the basics down after looking through free ib textbooks

plus, being the guy that’s super good at a new language in the class is a huge ass flex and a big ass ego boost. and anyways, with language, he thinks it’s just a lot of simple patterns working together.

this also applies to japanese ll hl... finds writing essays and making arguments ez (at least that’s what he tells himself - he’s kinda nervous when it comes to japanese but he holds on anyway)

practices extra hard on pronunciation. sounds hot tho

math aa hl??? there we go. another crazy one. thought he could ace the class at first.... no. no he couldn’t

thinks about moving down to sl. probably does. (at least it’s not math ai)

history and biology go hand in hand for him. he has significant interests in prehistoric times, and likes to learn about the origins of life - that’s a given

but he does get tired of the politics talk in history like... goddamn all these people making so many mistakes? just stop making them smh

and instrumental music was just something he got onto because he really would like to just have a course where he could enjoy himself while also learning about the stuff he likes

nobody knows what music he listens to... but i think he’s willing to listen to anything as long as it’s music and it has the kinds of vibes he digs

HAIBA LEV: Japanese Language and Literature SL, Mandarin Ab Initio SL, Psychology HL, Chemistry SL, Math AI HL, Theatre HL

i don’t know how to explain it but lev has such strong psych and chem energy

yes haiba lev’s classes are the ones i picked via roulette wheel

jk not really

here’s the thing though, lev takes psychology because he thinks econ, business management, history, ess, all that jazz is just... absolutely boring. like. super. mf-ing. boring.

so he’s like ooh cognitive processes!

kinda hates that he has to study research methods and research methods ONLY at first but when he gets the hang of it he really finds it one of his fav subs

i actually have no explanation for mandarin ab initio sl... he just seemed like the kind of guy who would wanna do the class solely because he thinks mandarin sounds cool with their intonations and everything

plus he heard that the teacher gives mooncakes every lunar new year ad he. loves. them.

okay now hear me out.

lev is good at math.

maybe not lightning speed analysis or calculations like akaashi, but he finds solving problems fun! except for when they’re without a calculator bc he HATES doing calculations by hand

he can get a bit clumsy with his hand calculations too so it’s nice to just have a calculator on hand

literally only does math ai for the sake of using a calculator at all times (a/n: i take this class, and this was the reason i took it too. COMPLETELY VALID)

and then does theatre for the fun of it!!! confidence levels high for presentations and performances... good fit

kinda thought that ib theatre would be his easy A but oh how he was wrong... hates the research tasks at first but he gets used to it

HINATA SHOUYOU: Japanese Language and Literature SL, Portuguese Ab Initio SL, SEHS HL, Geography HL, Math AI SL, Theatre HL

his classes are bokuto energy but with theatre and portuguese

MANGA SPOILERS! we all know he started thinking abt going to brazil in his second year of high school, and the ib diploma programme starts in the last two years of high school so it fits PERFECTLY

lowkey most of the boys take japanese ll sl because they just. have to.

this is also hinata’s case <3

SEHS HL!!! he has a vision for the future and it definitely involves him understanding health and sports and everything like that, especially after nationals in his first year :(((( still sad abt that

but he’s motivated for this higher level class because he’s really just gonna go all out with the research

math ai sl because... he prolly don’t give a fuck about numbers!!! (it hasn’t been made clear already, but math ai sl is the lowest level math course)

he also took theatre hl because even though he does get scared at first, he’s a natural when it comes to learning new cultures

he’s just so curious about it all and it makes him quite engaged in the class as well!!!!

also kinda took theatre because the other subjects were just not it for him

about geography... he hates memorisation but he also hates everything else in the social studies group so

he just gets by by trying to find the little details of the things he’s studying interesting because really... geography class is just the base of all the places on his bucket list

hinata’s def one of those dudes who picks his subs purely off of liking because we all know he’s going. any subject that isn’t based off of liking is usually a mandatory subject anyways

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thespeedyreader · 6 years ago

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The Oxbridge application process

Hey, stxdywarrior here! I’ve recently just applied to Cambridge University to study English, and I wanted to share my tips and experiences to help you if you’re interested in applying. First of all, if you’re applying to Oxford or Cambridge, that’s great! They’re both amazing universities, and applying is going to be challenging but so rewarding. I have no doubt that you’ll excel, whatever you want to do.

Please share this and add to it if you wish to!

A quick note: While this masterpost is general, I have to stress that lots of these tips may only apply to humanities subjects. I don’t have much to say about the sciences, I’m afraid. If you are applying for a science, however, I still hope you can find some great content in here for you.

UCAS application

Okay, first thing’s first: the application itself. Applying to Oxbridge is different because you have to have your UCAS form sent by October 15th (while everyone else has the luxury of waiting until January), and while that sounds stressful, it’s a great feeling to get it done early, trust me. And this means having applied to ALL your chosen universities, not just Oxford or Cambridge.

Another thing that’s different about Oxbridge is that they’re collegiate universities, so you’ll have to choose a college. Or, you can choose to make an open application, meaning you’ll be assigned a college later by the university. Don’t stress too much about this stage - people choose certain colleges for all sorts of reasons, and they’re all good anyway. I chose my college because it was small and had good student wellbeing services.

Because the deadline is so early, I would recommend you start thinking about your personal statement by Summer, so that when you get back in September, you can hit the ground running. Here are a few tips I have for your personal statement:

Get all the help you can. And by this I mean: ask everyone you know who might be helpful to have a look over it. This means teachers, family members, classmates, and anyone you know who’s recently been through the same process you are going through.

That being said, make sure all of the opinions don’t leave you at see. I found it really hard when one person was telling me one thing and another was telling me the opposite, but I learned to balance my OWN judgements with other peoples’.

Don’t worry about the character count until your last drafts. Make sure you nail the content first.

It doesn’t matter how many drafts you have to get through, as long as you save all the drafts. I think I got through like 14 drafts?

Don’t JUST write it for Oxbridge. What I mean is, the other universities on your list matter too. So even though Oxbridge don’t care much about your extracurriculars, that doesn’t mean you should ignore them.

It isn’t about quantity, it’s about quality. Even if you’ve only done a few things, if you write about them well, then they’re still just as impressive.

A tip not everyone hears is that the universities want to hear about your personal response to things. Don’t just say you read a book; say how it made you feel, and why you were interested in it. Use phrases like ‘I was fascinated by’ and ‘this intrigued me’. I’m serious.

Remember that your personal statement is literally the hardest piece of writing you have to do. It’s easy to feel daunted by it, but there are plenty of resources out there to help.

Supplementary Application Questionnaire (Cambridge only)

If you’ve applied to Cambridge, you’ll soon get ask to do the SAQ. This isn’t a big deal, but it’s quite a long form to fill out, so it’s best to do it carefully and start early. You’ll be asked things like what modules you’ve studied in your a levels, and you have to include a profile photo of yourself. At the end, you can also write an additional personal statement. This is optional, but just for reference, my one included some things I’d done that I hadn’t included on my personal statement, and I related them to some of the specific modules on the Cambridge course.

Entrance exams

Depending on which subject you’re applying for, you may be asked to sit an exam. This will be typically registered through your school or college, and it’s important to make sure you sign up before the deadline (which will be set by your school). The exams happen around late October.

As I was applying for English, I took the ELAT (English Literature Admissions Test). In the ELAT I was given six texts (poems or novel excerpts), all linked by a theme, and I had to pick two to ‘compare and contrast’. So there was no set structure, and I couldn’t strictly revise for it. In terms of preparation, you can find past papers, and it also helps to do language analysis of some unseen poetry just so you’re used to it. You will NEVER be tested on things you don’t know; they’re more looking for the way you form and present an argument.

Essay submission

Depending on which subject you’re applying for (mainly humanities), you may be asked by email to submit essays to your chosen college. I was asked to send in two essays that I’d done in a school setting (I got to choose, whew), and I needed to print four copies of each (no idea why) and get my teachers to sign it to prove it was my work. The essays can’t be edited.

One thing to note is that, while Oxford usually let you email them, Cambridge are still in the Dark Ages and will only receive them by post. So if you’re applying to Cambridge and are a confused millennial like me, who literally never uses post, I’d get the essays in early.

Another thing is that my college constantly emailed me reminders about the essay deadline, so unless you live under a rock you can’t miss it.

The interview

As the final stage of the application process, you will (hopefully!) be invited to interview. They’ll let you know by email in late November. Cambridge typically invite about 80% of applicants, whereas Oxford invite less, which I think is about 50%. So if you get an interview, congratulations! And don’t panic. People say it’s the biggest factor in the process, when in reality the universities treat each part of your application equally.

Interviews are done differently by each university. In Oxford, you’ll be asked to stay at your college for a few days, because not only do your college interview you, but your application is sent around other colleges, so you could be invited to interview at another college at any time. (Sorry I can’t shed more light on this, as I didn’t apply to Ox.) In Cambridge, you only get interviewed by one college, and you have the option of staying overnight or just going for the day.

How to prepare:

While you don’t need to go overboard with this one, do read a lot around your subject in the few weeks beforehand, so that if they ask, “so, what have you been reading lately?”, you’ve got a lot to say.

If you have the opportunity to do a practise interview, take it. My school organised one for me, but even if your school doesn’t, find someone - like a teacher - who can do it for you. Even if it’s them just grilling you on your personal statement, at least you’ll be used to articulating your arguments in an interview setting.

If you sent in essays, make sure you read over those essays beforehand. They asked me about one of mine.

Map out some generic questions that they might ask you. For English, for example, I researched questions like, “is it better to read a play or see it in production?” and “what’s the difference between literacy and literature?” and even “what is literature?”

You’ll be notified by email the professors who will be interviewing you. I’d recommend looking them up (they’ll be on your college website) and finding out what they specialise in.

Read over your personal statement as many times as you have to. They’re very likely to ask you about something on there.

This sounds cliche, but PLEASE look after yourself before the interview. It always takes place right at the end of a really busy term, so watch out for colds and things (I’m telling you this because I was recovering from a chest infection when I interviewed, and had only just got my voice back RIP)

The interview itself

If you’re doing a humanities subject, you might be given a source or written extract to look at before one of the interviews, and then they’ll discuss it with you. I’d bring lots of highlighters for you to annotate. (I was expected to just be given a poem for English, but I actually got a poem AND part of a critical essay. Go figure.)

No one cares what you’re wearing. I mean, wear sensible stuff, but there’s no need to try to hard.

This is a bit random, but my teacher told me to make a list of all the things I love about my second choice university the night before, to remind myself that Oxbridge isn’t everything. Believe it or not, it worked.

You have to expect to be put on the spot, and this means on-your-feet thinking. I heard they can smell a rehearsed answer from a mile away.

When you’re waiting to interview, you’ll probably meet loads of other applicant like you. It’s up to you whether you chat with them or not - I know some people like to keep themselves to themselves to keep their focus, while I personally loved getting to know people, as chatting helped me stay calm. Either way, everyone’s in the same boat, so don’t worry.

If you’re like me, and easily get distracted by social media, I’d recommend staying off it for the whole day if you can. I did this, and it helped me protect my mental space and keep out negative thoughts.

Some of your interviewers might come across as a bit scary. They might also disagree with everything you say, which can be off-putting. Try not to worry too much if this happens - stand your ground.

When you make an argument, be prepared to justify it, but also, if you want to change your mind, do it. The interviewers are looking for a teachable mind, not someone who’s right all the time and knows everything, so show you have an open mind.

Once the interview’s over, all you have to do is get some well-deserved rest and wait! Try not to overthink how it went, because in reality you have no idea. Some people think they did awfully, but end up getting an offer, so.

The decision

Okay, here’s the truth: Oxbridge is not the be-all and end-all. It just isn’t. Your worth and intelligence cannot be defined by an institution.

For when you’re waiting for a decision: think of Oxbridge as a bonus. This is what I did: I had another university as my ‘first choice’, so that Cambridge was just an extra.

If you don’t get an offer: You will be so happy at wherever you decide to go instead. Think of it as Oxford or Cambridge’s loss, not yours - hundreds of applicants who are very much smart enough to get a place don’t, and that isn’t because they aren’t good enough.

While it’s okay to feel disappointed, it’s best to focus on the amazing learning experience that applying has been. You’ve shown yourself that you can handle all that while still maintaining your priorities and sense of self. So you should STILL be proud.

If you do get an offer: Congratulations! Party time. Except it’s not time to party just yet, because you’ve still got to get the a level grades to secure your spot.

I hope this helped! Don’t hesitate to ask me anything else you want to know.

Just tagging a few people who have been through the same process/have asked about it: @rebeccaravenclaw @littlebitofstudy @lesbianlondongrammar @sectumsempracurse

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miracloud · 6 years ago

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April Fools’

fluff, bit angst

ong seongwoo x reader

“Ow!”

You exclaimed when you felt a hand hitting your head. You knew exactly who it is and you glared at him.

“Oops! Your head is just too perfect for hitting”, he nonchalantly replied. You kicked him back.

You and Seongwoo had been in this game for years. It started when you were still in high school and it continued on to college. He gave you one last glance before disappearing. What’s with him?

You fixed your hair then you touched.. something. You quickly looked for a mirror and you raced after him.

“Yaaaah! Ong Seongwoo!!!!”

He heard your voice and run fast while laughing. That guy just placed a gum on your hair. The bell sounded and he went to his class immediately. Of course, you can’t follow him inside since the professor is already in.

I’ll get him in the next class.

You share two classes with Seongwoo and it always give a headache to your professor. Before you went to your class, you went ahead and cut your hair to remove the gum. Thanks to him, you now got a short-hair which definitely doesn’t suit your circle-shaped face.

Before entering the class you shared with him, you made sure that you have an extra bottle of juice. It would be perfect with the white blouse he worn today.

When you opened the door, everyone’s eyes was on your hair you. You walked towards him. He had this smug look on his face that you absolutely want to remove.

“You’re looking good”, he teased.

“Really? Well, let me thank you for that.” You poured the juice on his head and stains were left on his blouse.

“Now, you got the wet look. Pretty sure, girls will like you more now”, you said with a fake smile. He glared at you. He stood up to get revenge but the professor just arrived. The professor looked at the scene and sighed.

“It’s you two again. Seongwoo, clean up then come back.”

You stifled a laugh as you looked at his angry face. At first, the professor scolded you for doing such pranks but he later gave up. Seems like it will not end even with a scolding so he just dealt with it calmly.

When you went home, you marked the calendar with an X. Tomorrow, huh?

Tomorrow’s April 1 aka April Fool’s Day. Yours and his friends refrain from approaching you two on that day. The worst pranks are done on that day. Let’s just not mention those pranks ‘cause they were really embarrassing. You prepared a dress that he can wear. You’re planning to pour juice again on him and he’ll probably think that’s it. But you’ll follow him to the toilet and as soon as he removes those clothes, you’ll grabbed them and leave that dress, leaving him with no choice. It’s the perfect plan.

After the preparation, you lied on your bed. When will this end? You wanted to end this for a long time but you were afraid that the only connection you have with him will vanish. The truth is, you like him from the start but your stubborn self refused to believe your feelings. Instead of confessing, you did jokes and pranks on him and because he is quite playful, he went along with your games.

The next day, you were walking along the corridor and you saw Seongwoo walking towards you. You observed him with scrutinizing eyes. You’re not letting your guard down.

“Good morning!”, and he left. What was that? Is this his new scheme?

When you entered class, you worn a raincoat. You remembered that last year, he prepared a bucket of water and flour to pour on you. It was hard to remove all that mess from your body. This time, when you entered, nothing happened. You heard his giggles.

“I ain’t doing that.... In fact, I won’t do anything today.”

Huh? But it’s April 1???

Now, you are hesitating to do a prank. What if he really meant it? You thought that this is the opportunity you were waiting for to end all of these. What if he’s lying? You hated the feeling. You don’t know what to do.

You postponed your plan and waited for him to do something first. But it’s already 4 in the afternoon and still, nothing happened. Was he telling the truth? After your classes, you decided to go home immediately. You were almost at the school gates when someone pulled you.

“Seongwoo?”

“Hey. Do you have time? Let’s talk.”

Suddenly, your guard is up. This day is not yet done. He led you to the back of the Engineering building. At this time, no one passes in this area.

“So, why are we here?”, you asked.

“Well, the truth is... Wait. Give me some time. I’m a bit nervous.”

He really did seem nervous. He touched the nape of his neck and continued talking.

“This is a bad time to say this since it’s April 1 but I’m not joking. I like you, y/n.”

Wait.. What?

You did not reply and he noticed it.

“I’m not lying, y/n. I really like you. I actually did all of these to get your attention”, he added.

Really? Then we actually felt the same way?

You were happy. You can finally stop these pranks and can move on to the next level at the same day.

“Me too. I also - - -”

“April Fool’s! Hahaha!”, one of his friends was secretly filming everything behind the bushes. Then, your heart dropped. His friend run away, thinking that you might grab the camera from him. You were left with Seongwoo. It was quiet.

He heard your last words and he got the gist of it. To escape from this awkwardness, you faked a laugh. You kept your head down. You approached him and lightly hit him.

“You got me.” It was perfect until your voice cracked. You’ve never felt this embarrassment before.

“y/n...”

“I should go. You won today.”

You walked away but the tears started to fall on your cheeks so you soon run away.

The next day, you desperately wanted to miss class but you can’t. Exam week is near and you can’t miss any lessons. Fortunately, your eyes are not puffy. You look.. okay.

You attended all your classes. Some of your friends were bewildered that no pranks happened. Unlike before, you don’t even look at Seongwoo if he ever pass by.

One afternoon, Sungwoon, the one who took a video of you approached you.

“y/n, do you have time?”

“Uh.. sure. What’s the matter?”

“Don’t worry. I did not show that video to anyone. Only the three of us knows about it.”

You haven’t even told him anything. Why is he approaching you?

“Umm.. okay. Thanks”, you replied shortly.

“Now, can you please talk to Seongwoo? That guy is becoming weird”, he added.

“He jokes less and he’s quiet. You know that’s not the normal Seongwoo, right? So can you talk to him? He’s afraid to approach you first”, he explained.

Later on, you saw him alone at his classroom after class.

You threw a rolled paper to his head. Usually, he would over exaggerate but not this time. He simply rubbed his head.

“There’s really something wrong with you, huh?”

Upon hearing your voice, he stood up and looked at your direction.

“So is this all because of what happened on April Fools?”, you asked. He didn’t reply and just stared at you. You lightly hit him and that woke him up from his daydream.

“Oh come on~ It’s not a big deal”, you lightly laughed.

“I’m sorry”, he said.

You can tell the sincerity from his eyes. You gave him a smile.

“It’s fine. You are forgiven”, you replied.

After that, he finally had a smile on his lips. He picked up his things and went out of school with you.

“Okay, so just don’t post that video anywhere. Or else I’ll be mad at you. That video is an embarrassment”, you chuckled.

“So you really....--

Before he can finish, you ran towards the bus station and as if it was timed, the bus arrived. You waved him goodbye and entered the bus.

“See you tomorrow!”, you shouted.

Whew! Good thing, the bus came in time.

The next morning, you were on the hallway, going to your room when you felt an arm on your shoulders. It’s Seongwoo, with a smirk on his face.

This guy... Just because I forgave him yesterday, he’s starting already.

You pushed his arm away and did some karate stance.

“Are you starting again?!”

You laughed and grabbed your arm. He again rested his arm on your shoulders.

“I’m not but I’m definitely starting something today.”

You looked puzzled.

“Let’s meet at Mistea Cafe later”, he told you.

“Huh? Why?”

“Let’s go on a date.”

You looked at him with a blush on your face. You pushed him away and ran. Of course, typical Seongwoo ran after you and asked you plenty of times to agree.

You agreed. ;)

Note: I’m so sorry for posting this sooo late. I should have post it on April 1st but I got too busy at work and failed to finish it on time. I have plenty of drafts so hopefully, I can finish all of them and I can share them to you. Enjoy reading!

#ong seongwoo #ong seongwu #ong seongwoo scenario #ong seongwu scenario #seongwoo scenarios #ong #wanna one #wanna one scenario

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fortisfiliae · 6 years ago

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Against the Odds [James Potter x reader]

Prompt: College AU ❃ Jocks are disgusting. Too good looking, too aware of it, too drunk and too dumb. Or so you thought.

A/n: This is for @marvelcapsicle ‘s writing challenge. Congrats on 3.5k my lovely Beth ♥ I hope you like it! GIF is not mine. If you need to zoom in on the texts, just click on the picture to do so.

Find the other parts on my Masterlist linked in my bio!

Warnings: swearing, alcohol & awkwardness

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Part 1 - Idiots like that

College was fine. Sure, sometimes it was tough during exams, but overall fine. That’s what you would tell your parents and friends when they texted you and asked how you were doing. Fine with a smiley face. Not the boring kind of fine, just the averagely “not much going on in my life” kind of fine.

So was this Saturday. You woke up around nine and noticed that your roommate Louise hadn’t returned from her boyfriend’s dorm, as usual on the weekends. Pleasant. Having the room to yourself in the morning was nice. If there had been a possibility to get a single dorm room, you would have taken the chance immediately. Privacy was underrated.

Not that you didn’t get along with Louise. She was a nice girl. But you were two very different kinds of people and she liked to talk. A lot. Both of you had realised how little you had had in common after a few weeks of sharing the room in freshman year, so you had given up on making friends with each other rather quickly. It wasn’t a result of malicious intent though. Just two people who didn’t have enough common interests to keep a conversation going. So you had started sharing the room while not getting into each other’s business too much. You helped each other out when something critical was going on, but other than that, you lived your lives separately. Almost like co-workers who got along well at work, while both knew they would never spend a day with each other in their free time.

This Saturday, after lying in bed and scrolling through all sorts of social media for half an hour, you decided to lie in bed some more and picked up your laptop to watch an old season of Brooklyn 99 on Netflix. Some minutes into the second episode your phone vibrated once and you saw Remus Lupin’s name popping up on your screen.

A frat party. Wow. Not a thing you would have thought to be attending ever again. You had tried it out once when your best friend from back home had texted you to “come out of your shell more” and enjoy college. The party hadn’t been enjoyable a tiny bit tough, so you’d gone home and had called it quits for partying. Remus was right though - you needed friends. It wasn’t that you had no one at all, but none of the people you were really close with were going to your uni, and anyone you had met here wasn’t worth the effort to stick with. Remus was a good guy - a friend of some sorts. You had partnered up with him several times in English class and got to know that even if he was quiet at first, he also was witty, smart and reliable. You weren’t entirely sure why he would go out of his way and invite you to a party. You knew he wasn’t asking you out; that wasn’t the kind of relationship you had with him. But if he was nice enough to ask you, you should be nice enough to at least show up there for a minute.

So it was official. You would go to a frat party. Yikes. Even if the thought of drunk jocks put you off a little, you were excited to meet new people. Remus and his friends would surely be nice to hang out with and if they were like him, they would be far from the pissed-drunk guys you once fled from.

It was a few minutes past ten when you were on your way to the Kappa Delta Rho fraternity. A few minutes past ten and you already regretted your outfit choices. The burgundy top and black jeans felt fine, what you were worried about were the sneakers. Some groups of girls here and there were swarming to the house as well, but almost all of them wore high heels. The one’s that wore flats were rocking ballerinas and left you feeling like a fashion outlaw, a tomboy with no manners. Whatever - at least you weren’t going to suffer in half an hour. No one could make you believe that those shoes were even slightly comfortable.

When you could see the frat from afar, you took out your phone to send Remus a quick message.

Once you entered the house you were glad to be wearing your tomboy shoes. Someone had already spilt a gallon of sticky liquid all across the floor, and most girls struggled to walk without slipping. Joke’s on them.

As you looked across the room to check for a familiar face, Remus suddenly appeared between two people whose backs were facing you. He squeezed through the crowd and greeted you with a smile.

“Hey there,” he called, loud enough to drown everyone else’s voices and the music coming from another room. “I’m glad you came.”

“Hi,” you said as he pulled you in for a quick hug. “So am... I.”

He grinned knowingly. “Doesn’t sound too excited.”

“Well. I don’t come to these sort of things usually.”

“I know, I know.” He turned his head to watch the people storming in. Everyone seemed to be excited to get drunk and kill off their brain cells. “It’s not my favorite time to be here either.”

A girl next to you almost tripped and held on to your shoulder to stabilize herself, apologizing curtly before she went off. “Why are we here then?”

“To pretend we like being squished and yelled at,” he laughed, then turned around and started walking to the next room. “Come on, I saved us some seats.”

You followed him to what you assumed to be the living room. It was big enough to fit fifty people; they must have removed some furniture for the party. There was a table tennis table on the far end, where some dudes already arranged solo cups to play beer pong. In the center of the room stood four leather sofas, two four- and two two-seaters, all facing each other in a rectangular constellation, with a wooden coffee table in the middle. One of the smaller sofas was unoccupied even though the room was packed, which left you guessing this was the reserved seat Remus had been talking about. You were right, he headed directly there and sat down on the end of the four-seater, next to a dark-haired guy in a leather jacket, leaving the two-seater for you alone.

When you finally reached it and sat down, you glanced around the room once more, still baffled why all those people would rather stand and be jostled every other second than take a seat. Your eyes darted back to Remus and you watched him talking to the guy next to him. The stranger’s hand rested comfortably on Remus’ shoulder, his tired grey eyes drawn to Remus’ mouth as he spoke until he suddenly looked over to you. His glance made you realize how awkwardly you were sitting. Your back perfectly straight, both hands folded on your lap like you were in church class. While you tried to relax and sit like a normal human being, who wasn’t extremely nervous to be at a random party, the guy drew Remus’ attention back to you by nodding your way.

Remus turned his head towards you and leant over the armrest so you could hear him better. “Oh, sorry. I haven’t introduced you yet,” he said. “This is my... This is Sirius.”

You reached out your arm to shake Sirius’ hand and introduced yourself, but didn’t miss the dirty look he sent Remus’ way.

“I’ve already heard a lot about you,” Sirius said, his nonchalant expression back in place, as he let himself fall onto the cushion again.

“Oh really? Only good things I hope,” you joked and begged he wouldn’t notice that you’ve never heard of him before.

Sirius grinned and clicked his tongue. “Of course.”

“So,” Remus said and raised both arms as if he was presenting the house to you. “What do you think? Not that bad here, huh?”

“Yeah, well,” you breathed and looked around the room again. “Not bad when you’re not getting pushed around in the crowd. How could you even save those seats when it’s full to the brim in here?”

They looked at each other with pleased smirks and Remus laughed inaudibly.

“Are you some sort of VIPs, or what?” you asked when suddenly your eyes went wide in realization. “Wait a minute... Oh my god, are you frat guys?!”

Now both of them laughed, Sirius scratched the side of his neck and laid his arm around Remus’ shoulder again. “We’re not.”

“They’d wish though,” Remus added.

Your hand landed on your chest automatically, thinking of how often you had made nasty comments on jocks and frat guys before. “Whew,” you whispered to yourself and swallowed down the lump in your throat. “Honestly, I was just preparing my funeral. But really, I wouldn’t have thought you were idio-”

“MAKE WAY FOR THE HOLY GRAIL!” Someone’s obnoxiously loud voice interrupted you. “For the golden liquid! The refill you all long for!” People started to part from the archway to the other end of the living room, until a tall black-haired guy came through, carrying a beer keg on his shoulder. He looked at you on his way to the beer pong table and winked. “No need to ask darling, I’ll save one for you!”

“Idiots like that,” you said as you pointed to the guy with your thumb and turned back to Remus and Sirius.

“Um yeah. We’re not in the frat, but our best friend is,” Remus explained and grinned again. “That’s him.”

Well fuck.

“I’m... sorry,” you said and tried to think of a way to take back every word that had left your mouth in the last five minutes. “I didn’t want-”

“All good,” Sirius chuckled as he stood up from the couch. “No big deal, we already know he’s an idiot. You guys want a beer?”

You just nodded along with Remus, hoping he wasn’t mad either. When Sirius had left to get drinks you took a moment to fester in your embarrassment, hiding your face in your hands, your elbows pushing down onto your upper legs. “I am so, so sorry. I’m just stupid.”

“Come on.” Remus’ voice still sounded like he was amused by the situation. Either he really didn’t care or he was good at hiding it. “I already know how you despise frats. You’ve told me. A hundred times I guess.”

“I know! And you’ve never told me your best friend was the cliche beer-keg-carrying frat king!”

“Isn’t that funny?”

“It’s not!” You watched Remus laughing, he let his head fall back onto the cushion of the backrest, his hand holding his tummy like he was a little boy. “I’m so embarrassed. Oh god.”

“It’s okay. We’re good, okay?” Remus said and you could tell he still had trouble hiding his grin.

“Yeah, I guess.” You still felt like an absolute bitch and hoped Sirius would return soon, so you could hide your face behind a solo cup. Sirius! A good change of subjects. “So,” you began and quickly turned your head to check if he was still out of sight. “Sirius, huh?”

Remus’ grin vanished as soon as he saw your wiggling eyebrows. He moved closer to the armrest and leant forward towards you. “What about him?”

“Is there something going on? Between you? You and him, him and you.”

“It’s complicated,” he sighed and seemed to check for him as well. “Always complicated with us.”

“Oh.” Dropped a brick again. “Sorry. You never tell me about those things. Remus, you need to start telling me about all this!”

A tiny smile reappeared on his face. “Okay, okay. I’m gonna.”

When Sirius returned with two cups in his hands, he wedged himself back to his place next to Remus. Just when you started to wonder why he had only brought two cups, you noticed some abrupt movement from the corner of your eye. You looked over to your right just to witness Beer-Keg-Frat-King jumping onto the free spot next to you from behind the couch and were able to avoid being spilled on just in time.

“Whoops, sorry darling. My apologies,” Frat King said as he wiggled on his cushion and offered you one of the cups he held. “Promised I’d save one for you.”

He was the complete opposite of what you had imagined Remus’ friends to be like. Tall, broad shouldered, confident. Too confident, too aware of how good he looked. Messy black hair that looked like he just got out of bed and hadn’t bothered to do anything with it, because he was attractive anyway. The pair of round hipster glasses made him look cute and you hated that too. Careless, loud, annoying. Probably a huge douchebag as well.

“James, this is Y/N from my English class,” Remus introduced you and made you realize how long you must have stared at Frat King.

“Oh, I thought so already. I’m James,” he said and raised the cup again. “I’d shake your hand but I’m a little occupied.”

“Hi,” you answered and took the cup. “And thank you.” Why the hell were you so nervous?

“How come I’ve never seen you around?”

Because you don’t care about your surroundings. “Um. I guess I’m not around much. I don’t go out very often.”

“What a shame, huh.” James grinned before he took a sip. What a fucking shame.

The hours passed quickly, you kept talking to Remus the most because he was the one you felt most comfortable with. James and Sirius shared some stories from freshman year and how they’ve managed to stay drunk for sixteen hours straight once. Smart? Not really. But quite impressive nonetheless. Later on, another frat guy brought a tray full of shots and just placed it on the coffee table where you were sitting. Twelve of the small glasses were still full, so Remus did the math and placed three shots in front of each one of you. You took part in the first two rounds but backed out at the third. Lukewarm vodka was the worst. So James sacrificed himself and gulped down the last shot for you. Heroic.

It was past one a.m. already when three other guys asked Remus, Sirius and James if they wanted to play beer pong. They agreed, so you got yourself another beer and watched them making fools of themselves for a while. All of them swore they were usually really good at targeting, and blamed it on the shots every time they missed a cup. After a while of watching them, when they were almost done, you felt yourself getting dizzy from the thick, warm air inside and told Remus that you would go outside for a minute. He offered to come with you, but you teasingly declined. You couldn’t stop them from winning now.

The house was still packed, so you wriggled through the crowd and tried not to get spilled or puked on until you finally made it to the other side of the living room and opened the glass door to go out on the terrace. The backyard was beautiful, even in the dark. The grass was nice and well kept, they had a pool and sunbeds all around. No flowers or fancy plants, but you guessed the pool must have been enough work to maintain for a bunch of twenty-year-old guys.

A girl was smoking a cigarette, but quickly stubbed it out and went back inside when you walked towards the pool. You were alone for a minute. Good. It wasn’t silent, the blaring music was still present, but a lot more damped than inside. You sat down sideways on a sunbed, just breathing in cool air and scrolling through Instagram for a while, until you heard the glass door behind you rattling and the music getting louder for a moment. Someone was walking your way. You turned around and saw him. James. Beer Keg James with his hands in his pockets. Damn.

“Mind if I sit with you?” His voice sounded completely different suddenly. Calm, quiet, likeable. Soft.

“Sure,” you said and moved a couple of inches to make room. “I was just about to leave anyway.”

“Oh, why?”

“I don’t know. Just tired and dizzy,” you shrugged but smiled at him. “Did you win?”

“Of course!” He sighed when he sat down and moved his arms backwards to support his weight on his hands. “What a... What a night, huh?”, he asked and started chuckling. “Sorry I had one too many shots. You want to have some shots? I can get us some shots if you want. Nope? Okay, no shots.”

His babbling made you laugh and you shook your head lightly. “What’s the matter with you?”

“With me?” he asked and placed one hand on his chest over-dramatically. “What’s the matter with you is the question. I’m not the one sitting outside while there’s a party going on in there.”

“Yes, you are.”

“Well yeah. But I wouldn’t have... Whatever. My point issss.” He seemed to be thinking of something to say.

“Your point issssss?” you asked.

“I don’t know actually,” he said and laughed again.

You looked him up and down, watched as he had a great time with only himself and had to smile as well. “How come you’re friends with Remus?”

“Huh?”

“You’re so... Different.”

He sat up straight, still grinning, but squinted his eyes. “How would you know that, darling?”

“I know Remus-”

“Yeah, but you don’t know meeee.”

“From what I’ve seen today, you’re as different as can be. No offence.”

“Sure, but that’s my party alter ego. My drunk self, you know?” He smiled foolishly again and looked so innocent all of a sudden.

“Okay, I guess you’re right,” you gave in. “I don’t know you. The sober you at least.”

“That’s what I’m saying! We should go out sometime.”

“What?”

“Yes!”

“Why?” You wouldn’t have thought that this conversation would go this way. Did he just ask you out on a date?

“Because,” he said and hiccuped. “I think you’re cute.”

“You’re super drunk my dude.”

“I know. That doesn’t make you less cute though. So, next Wednesday?”

His overly confident attitude paired with a decent amount of vodka and beer in his system made you laugh again. How could one human have so much poise?

“James, I’m flattered, really,” you grinned. “But you’re so drunk, I don’t think you’ll even remember talking to me.”

“Of course I will.” Now he seemed a little upset. “Let me at least get your number then. You can block me anytime.”

“Really?” you chuckled.

“Yeah!” he said and took out his phone from his back pocket. “There you go.”

You shook your head while you typed in your phone number. If someone had told you, you would have given Beer-Keg-Frat-King you number tonight, you’d called them crazy.

“Alright, thanks,” James said and pressed the call button. “Let’s hope you didn’t give me a fake number, or this will be pretty unpleasant for both of us now.”

A second later your phone rang and James hung up the call. “There you go. You can save me as Jamesssss. With an S.”

“I think I’ll save you as Beer Keg James,” you said as you unlocked your phone.

“Creative.”

“Or Jimbo.”

“Oh god.”

“I’m surprised no one’s calling you Jimbo actually,” you laughed.

“That would be... Awesome and terrifying.”

“Why?”

“The guys have always called me James. I guess because they’ve got these ancient names themselves. Back in high school, we were a group of four. Just imagine us.” He raised his hand and looked into the distance as if he was telling you something really fascinating. “Remus, Sirius, Peter.” His voice went really deep. “And Jimbo.”

You laughed out loud, even threw your head back for a second. Who would have thought he was so funny? “You’re right. That wouldn’t fit.” He nodded and still chuckled at his own joke. “Alright Jimbo,” you said. “I think I’ll head home now.”

“Oh already? Why?”

“You should always leave on a high note,” you told him and winked. You winked? Dear lord. “Good night, James.”

You left him sitting on the sunbed and could hear his voice mumbling ‘Goodnight’ along with another hiccup.

Sunday morning was slow and heavy. The hangover wasn’t that bad actually. You weren’t nauseous, just really drained. After noticing that Louise hadn’t slept in your dorm once again, you got up and took a much-needed shower. The thought of having to put clothes on and leave the house to get food put you off, so you lay back down in your bed with your bathrobe on and contemplated watching Netflix on your laptop until you would starve to death.

When you scrolled through the comedy section you had to think of James and how funny he had been yesterday. Stupidly drunk, but funny. You wondered if he would even remember any of it. Surely the alcohol had made him forget everything. Still, there was a tiny spark of hope that he had texted you, so you took your phone from the nightstand and your heart almost skipped a beat when you saw his name on your screen:

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The Gamer Hero, Deku Chapter 2

A/N: Wow, thanks for all you guys who left nice reviews and stuff. Sorry it took me so long to update, but I had a play I had to go to a lot of practices for, which was especially annoying because of the four scenes I was in, I only had an important role in one.

To LadyCalus, I have no idea how to do that.

To the user known as Iliekfishes, I would like to say that, while I do not appreciate your tone, I do appreciate that you gave me some criticism. Now, to address what you said, I said that I hadn't seen any My Hero Academia/Gamer fanfiction, which was at the time true. I have, however, checked some out after you pointed that out to me. If it bothers you that much, though, I can edit it if you ask nicely. As for the formatting, I do admit to using Ryuji's The Games We Play as a sort of reference for the formatting, as I remember that that fanfic was very faithful in formatting to the original webcomic and I couldn't remember how exactly it went. Now, while I can deal with you insulting me to a certain point, I would prefer you not call the other viewers names. I also have no clue what "almost all the tension is midigated by cannon" means. Finally, while I didn't mean to make it seem like I was anyone's gift to fanfiction aside from my own, much less God's, I do apologize if I unintentionally gave off that vibe. If you can possibly think of any tips to not sound like a jackass, I would be willing and grateful to hear them out. Sorry for putting you on the spot like that, but you did call people who were nice to me dumbasses, which I very much do not appreciate.

To Voltrasin, I understand your confusion, but the reason why Kamui Woods and Mt. Lady had ? for titles is because Izuku can't see the titles and levels of anyone fifty or more levels over his. Should've made that more clear, sorry. And yes, all heroes will have their hero names as their titles.

Also, I forgot to include map and quest log to the main menu. Fixed it, but I figured I should let you know

Now, on with the story!

xoxoxo

I stared at the pile of sludge in front of me. "Well, kid, seems like you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Unfortunately for you, I need a disguise." Ping. I looked at the new text box.

A new skill has been created through special action! Repeated exposure to bloodthirst has created the skill 'Sense Bloodthirst' to sense ill will.

Yeah, no thanks. I jumped out of the way as he lunged at me. "Observe"

Name: Kurosawa Shou

Title: Sludge Monster

Level: 26

HP: 1600/1600

MP: 500/500

STR: 30

VIT: 39

DEX: 34

INT: 16

WIS: 6

LUC: 6

Quirk: Sludge Body

Emotions: Grateful, bloodthirsty

Status: Sludge body

"Itadakimasu!" the slime said as part of his body shot out and stuck to my ankle. I gasped and quickly bent down to try and tear him off of me before he could do anything more to me. Unfortunately, my fingers slipped through him with little resistance. "Get over here!" he yelled, and I was yanked into him. As I was painfully dragged across the ground, I heard a ping, but I was a little too distracted by the sludge villain trying to eat me or something. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to get away from him before he submerged me in himself and started trying to force himself down my throat. It was at this moment that I noticed something in the corner of my eye that I could somehow see perfectly fine.

HP: 184/250

MP: 275/275

And the HP was slowly going down as I struggled with the sludge villain. That was not a good sign. I struggled harder, but I couldn't get out. I thought I was going to die there. I heard another ping and looked up, hoping it was something I could use.

A new skill has been created through special action! Through repeatedly enduring damage, the skill 'Physical Endurance' has been created.

Due to struggling while unable to breathe, your VIT has raised by one!

Crap. Normally that would be good, but I couldn't use them to escape. My HP was still draining and my vision was starting to go dark. "Am I going to die here?" I thought. Just before I blacked out, though, I heard something.

"TEXAS SMASH!"

xoxoxo

When I came to, someone was lightly slapping me on the cheek. "Hey! Wake up!" a familiar voice said. I groaned and looked up to see... "Whew! Thought we lost you there!"

LV?

Toshinori Yagi

The name wasn't familiar, but there was no mistaking who the large, muscled, blonde man was. "ALL MIGHT!" I scrambled to my feet, now aware that I had been rescued by my idol. "Can I have your autograph?" He grinned and pointed at my hero analysis notebook, which must have slipped out of my backpack during the struggle. I opened it to the All Might page and beamed at the autograph that he'd written on it. "THANK YOU!"

"Good to hear it, kid! Always great to see a fan! Nowifyoudon'tmindmeIhavetogoturnthisvillainin!" He rushed out that last part while pointing to two soda bottles that the villain was stuffed in and then jumped away. Of course, by then... "WHAT ARE YOU DOING, KID?! LET GO!" I had stupidly grabbed onto his leg.

"If I let go I'll die!" I yelled back over the wind.

"GOOD POINT!" he said. He landed on a nearby roof and let me off. "I have to go now! Knock on the door and someone should let you down!" He made to jump again.

"Wait!" I yelled and closed my eyes. "All my life, I've looked up to you. I've wanted to be a hero just like you. But... my Quirk has only just surfaced. I'm sure it has potential, but it's going to take a lot of training for me to be able to use it as a hero. Even with potential, though, the exams to get into Yuuei are in ten months. Do you think I can still get into Yuuei?" I looked at him for an answer, but... "WHAT!?"

All Might

LV 9

Toshinori Yagi

If it weren't for the title confirming it, I'd have thought that he was a different person. Sure, he was blonde and very tall, but he was almost literally skin and bones! I guess whatever the hell just happened to him to make him a scarecrow was also what lowered his level, but... "Observe"

Name: Toshinori Yagi

Title: All Might

Level: 9

HP: 500/500

MP: 1100/1100

STR: 11

VIT: 4

DEX: 19

INT: 52

WIS: 35

LUC: 9

Quirk: One For All

Emotions: Annoyed, concerned

Status: Totally Fucked Up

"What happened to you, All Might?"

He sighed, then coughed up some blood. "Before I say anything, I need you to promise me you won't say a word of this to anyone. Don't go blabbing about this online, don't tell your friends, don't even say anything to your family. Got it?"

I nodded vigorously. "I won't tell anyone. It's obviously a big deal."

He sat down and raised up his now-baggy shirt, revealing a giant wound on his... everywhere... that could only be described as "Totally Fucked Up." It looked like someone took a fusion between a sledgehammer and a blender to his chest. "I was in a really bad fight five years ago. Took the villain down, but not before getting this ugly thing in return. By all rights, I should've died by now. Luckily, I 'only' got off with constantly coughing up blood and only being able to do hero work three hours a day."

"Toxic Chainsaw couldn't do that do you!"

"You really know your heroes, huh? No, it was another fight. I made sure nobody would hear about it, otherwise there'd have been a lot of panic. Kid, if you wanna be a hero, maybe you should wait a bit. Put it off 'til college or something, when you can actually use your Quirk." He got up and left through the door. I just stood there, stunned. Then I saw a giant explosion. "That's either a villain or Kacchan snapped," I said. "I wonder which one." Ping. "What's that?"

A quest has been created!

A quest?

What Now, Kacchan!?

You just saw an explosion! Maybe you should investigate.

Time limit: 30 minutes.

Well, I had nothing better to do... I looked down to see what I assumed were the rewards.

Completion: 2000 EXP, ?, ?, ?.

Failure: Bakugou Katsuki dies.

Okay. Definitely doing that now. Even if it could be considered vigilante work, I really didn't want Kacchan to die. I decided to run for it.

xoxoxo

When I got there, I saw a crowd of people standing just outside of the safe area. I pushed my way through the crowd to see the sludge villain from earlier in the middle of a flaming street, struggling with someone who was inside him. "Did he get loose when I grabbed onto All Might?" I thought. "Is this my fault?" I looked at the titles.

Sludge Monster

LV 26

Kurosawa Shou

Lord Explosion Murder

LV 14

Bakugou Katsuki

It was Kacchan in there! Before I knew what was happening, I was running in there. Ping. I looked at the text box.

New objective! Save Bakugou.

Welp. Looks like I made the right call. I focused back on the sludge villain in time to see him turning towards me. "You came back for some more, huh, kid? Well I'll kill you if you want it so badly!" The sludge villain looked like he was about to lunge, so I threw my backpack at his face. He flinched and yelled at me. I ran up to him and started tearing at the sludge around Kacchan's face. I heard a ping but didn't stop to look at it. I managed to get the sludge off of Kacchan's mouth. He gasped, coughed a bit, and then yelled, "GET AWAY, FUCKING DEKU! YOU'RE GONNA DIE!" That was either a death threat or he was actually concerned about me. Either way, my response was the same.

"What kind of hero would I be if I let you die?" I would've said something else, but my Sense Danger activated and I jumped back just in time to not get hit by a gooey punch.

"I'LL KILL YOU!" The sludge villain yelled. I would've done something but then I heard a pair of pings.

"I'M PATHETIC! DETROIT! SMASH!" a familiar voice yelled. A rush of air extinguished all of the fires and somehow blew the sludge villain apart while leaving Kacchan untouched. A few seconds later it randomly started raining. I looked to where the blast originated and saw All-Might standing there. "I'm sorry, boys."

xoxoxo

"What were you thinking!? You could have gotten yourself killed!" The heroes were not happy I rushed in there. I didn't really want to pay attention to their lectures, so I just looked at my text boxes. One of them congratulated me on how I made some sort of ripping skill my tearing the sludge off of Kacchan. It didn't look too good, but maybe I could work with it. The other one, though...

Congratulations! The quest What Now, Kacchan!? was completed!

Completion Rewards: 2000 EXP, Increased closeness with Toshinori Yagi, Access to the Skill Grimoir system, 3000 Skill Fragments

Your level has increased by one!

That... was something. At least I was level six now, even if I had no idea what a Skill Grimoir system was. Or what the heck I do with Skill Fragments. All I knew was that a bunch of balls like Munny from Kingdom Hearts swirled around me before getting absorbed into my body after All Might hit the villain, which apparently everyone saw and I had to explain that I had no idea what the heck happened there to the heroes. Turns out that random balls getting absorbed into the idiot kid who stupidly ran into the villain attack is normally a red flag of some sort. Specifically that, apparently. That is a really specific scenario to be wary of. At any rate, they eventually let me go when I promised that I wouldn't do anything too stupid without adult supervision. I was walking home when...

"HEY! DEKU!" A fuming Kacchan shoved himself at my face. "I DON'T EVER NEED YOUR HELP! IF YOU EVER TRY TO BAIL ME OUT LIKE THAT AGAIN, I'LL KILL YOU!" Just to make his point, he let out an explosion aimed at the sky as he walked away. I sighed and continued along my way... for all of five seconds before All Might ran out in front of me.

"I AM HERE!"

"All Might! What are you doing here? Weren't you speaking to the press?"

"HA HA HA HA! I STAND FOR JUSTICE, NOT SOUNDBITES! FOR I, I AM ALL MI-plghght!" He started to go on this big speech before spewing out blood and shrinking down to his civilian form. I gave him a few minutes to clean himself off before he said, "Young man, I came to thank you and apologize. If you hadn't told me that you couldn't use your Quirk, if you hadn't ran in there... I would've been a worthless bystander, too afraid to do anything. So thanks."

"All Might, I-"

"I'm not done. You told me you couldn't really use your power, so when I saw this boy who might as well be Quirkless try to save a life, it inspired me too. There are stories about every hero, how they became great. Most have one thing in common. Their bodies moved before they had a chance to think, almost on their own. And today, that's what happened to you." I'm not going to lie, I teared up at this part. A lot. "Young man, you too can become a hero!"

"I-I don't know what too say! Thank you!"

"And I'm going to give you my Quirk, too!"

"Wait, what?"

"My Quirk. It's called One For All. It's a special power that can be passed on from one generation to the next, cultivated by one user then given on to a successor." He patted the OH GOD wound. "I won't be able to be a hero much longer, so I've been meaning to find someone to give One For All. It's actually why I came here. So, kid. Whaddya say? Wanna be the next All Might?"

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"WHAT!?" I yelled.

"I want you to be my successor. I'll also help train you to use your Quirk even if you don't want my Quirk, so don't worry about that."

I bowed. "All Might, I'd be honored!"

"Great, kid! Let's trade phone numbers." All Might asked me for my phone number. ALL MIGHT ASKED ME FOR MY PHONE NUMBER! I gave him my phone number and he gave me mine. "I'll call you when I get everything ready. See you then!" He then walked off. I spent the rest of my walk home in silence, contemplating what just happened today. It was so crazy! But one thing was for sure. One thing that I had to do the second I got home. I walked in the door and immediately said, "Mom! I have to tell you something!"

Mom immediately came running and said, "What is it, honey?" She looked a little nervous.

I gulped. "Mom," I said, "I have a Quirk." The look on her face, that look of relief, joy, and excitement, was something I knew I'd cherish for years to come.

xoxoxo

A/N: Oh, snap! Ain't this a twist! Yeah, I'm way too much of a wuss to deal with the implications of Izuku being able to print money and I didn't know how to get Izuku magic without flat-out introducing magic otherwise, so I just combined the two problems into one solution. Izuku's going to figure out what that Skill Fragment and Skill Grimoir thing does soon, and I won't say anything more until them. Also yes, Izuku is going to make progressively more video game references if I can remember to do it. Seriously, the Gamer needs game shout-outs!

Anyways, I'll see y'all next time! Let's hope I manage to update this thing sometime within a month next!

#The Gamer Hero Deku #Gamer Hero Deku #fanfiction #GHD CH2 #BNHA

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artikgato · 7 years ago

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Souyowrimo Day 7

Prompt list here!

Day 7 - Video Games

“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that you’re good at Dance Dance Revolution,” Souji said, mouth turned up into a little smirk. Yosuke grinned at him.

“I’m just glad that they still have this machine here. And that I remembered that it was here! Man, it has been way too long since I’ve been in Tokyo,” Yosuke replied, his voice taking on a wistful tone. He excitedly dragged Souji onto the machine, digging in his pocket for change to play the game. Souji tried to protest.

“You don’t have to pay for me, Yosuke. I don’t even know how to play!” he objected. Yosuke put coins in the machine for him anyway.

“It’s not that hard to learn. I’ll pick an easy song, I swear!” Yosuke exclaimed, turning to Souji and giving him the unfair puppy-dog eyes that the brunette knew he couldn’t resist. He sighed, but relented with a nod, and Yosuke grinned in response, turning back to the machine. He spent a while fiddling with settings and scrolling through songs, before landing on a song called ‘Graduation’.

“This one’s slow, so it shouldn’t be hard to play. Just give it a try, Partner!” Yosuke encouraged. Souji nodded, then noticed that Yosuke got into a stance that was actually really similar to how he’d stand at the beginning of a battle in the Shadow world - feet apart, hands down by his sides. A quick glance down and he realized that while Souji himself was standing in the center of the dance pad, ready to move his feet onto the arrows, Yosuke was already standing on the left and right arrows. Souji quickly moved to match him.

The song started, and out of the corner of his eye, Souji noticed Yosuke start instantly nodding his head to the beat of the song, and almost immediately he started moving his feet. Souji considered just watching Yosuke play, but saw the first arrow appear on his side of the screen, and scrambled to step in time with it.

The whole song was like that - he was vaguely aware of Yosuke moving and stepping in time with the beat, and judging by the glowing rainbow bar at the top of his screen he was hitting every arrow in time. Souji on the other hand only managed to get the timing right by the end of the song, but was surprised that his score ended up as a B.

“Hey! Great job for your first song!” Yosuke cheered, patting him on the back excitedly. Souji glanced over to Yosuke’s side, seeing a score that was many, many times bigger than his, and that the grade he had been given was apparently a double A.

“What is a double A?” Souji asked, and Yosuke sighed.

“I should’ve gotten a triple A,” Yosuke complained. “I did the whole song without missing any arrows, but I got an ‘okay’ on one of them. Just one!”

“What?” Souji asked, and Yosuke laughed.

“Right, that probably sounds like word salad to you. Basically, if your timing is perfect you’ll get an ‘excellent’, and if it’s just barely too soon or too late you get a ‘great’. You can get a full combo and get a triple A with either of those. But if you’re just a little too early or late, you’ll get an ‘okay’, which will break your combo.”

“Ah,” Souji replied.

“Anyway, we’ve got another song. Do you want to pick?” Yosuke asked. Souji shrugged.

“You’re the expert, you pick,” he replied. Yosuke scrolled through the songs for a moment.

“Hmm...gotta be something easy, but not boring like the last one...I guess this’ll do,” he muttered to himself. He looked back at Souji. “This one’s a little faster, but you should still be able to do it.”

“Sure,” Souji agreed, and Yosuke chose a song called ‘Daikenkai’.

One minute and forty-six seconds later, Yosuke was leaning back against the metal bar behind him, panting to catch his breath, with a big letter ‘B’ displayed on the screen. Souji had barely scraped by with a ‘C’ rating, though he was pretty sure he should have failed the song as he’d missed more arrows than he’d actually gotten.

“That song is a lot harder than I remember it being,” Yosuke wheezed, holding his stomach as he struggled to stand back upright.

Souji chuckled. “At least we passed, right?” he asked.

Yosuke groaned and staggered off of the machine. “I need something to drink,” he gasped, and Souji followed him, concerned.

“Why don’t you sit down, and I’ll go get us drinks, all right?” he asked, and Yosuke nodded, wobbling over to a nearby bench and all but collapsing into it. Souji headed for the entrance to the arcade, ducking out of it and into the coffee shop next door. He soon returned with a bottled water for Yosuke and a fruit tea for himself. Yosuke looked at him like he’d just saved his life when he returned and handed over the bottle of water, uncapping it and immediately gulping down half of the bottle.

“Whew! Thanks, Partner, you’re the best,” he sighed in response. Souji nodded, sipping his fruit tea in silence. Yosuke put the bottle down and stood up, stretching his hands up over his head and giving Souji a very nice view of his stomach, which Souji appreciated with only a little bit of guilt.

“Mind if I play a few more songs?” he asked, and Souji nodded.

“I’ll just watch,” he said, and Yosuke frowned.

“You don’t like it?” he asked, and Souji shook his head.

“It’s not that! I’m just not very good at it,” he explained.

“I think you’d be pretty good with practice but...I mean, if you really don’t mind just watching…” he trailed off, turning back toward the machine when Souji nodded at him. Souji kept sipping his tea, observing as Yosuke selected another song, though he couldn’t see the title from where he was sitting. He watched as Yosuke took up his familiar stance, nodding and tapping a foot to acclimate himself to the beat, and then...he just started to move. The way he played was so fluid, crossing his feet and hopping around and moving his upper body along with his feet. It was mesmerizing, to be honest.

Souji kind of...really appreciated the view.

He felt a little bit guilty, though, because he was fairly certain that if Yosuke knew just how much he was appreciating the view, he’d be pretty angry. But, really, it wasn’t entirely Souji’s fault. Yosuke was just looked so comfortable and natural up on that machine, hitting every note with a finesse that he rarely displayed in his day-to-day life. It was quite a sight to see. That, and from where he was sitting, Souji had a great view of Yosuke’s ass.

Okay, maybe he should have been feeling a little more guilty than he already was.

After his two songs were up, Yosuke shuffled back over to plop down next to Souji again, draining the rest of the bottle.

“That was really impressive, Yosuke,” Souji complimented. Yosuke scoffed, and Souji frowned. “No, I really mean it.”

“Aw, stop it Partner,” Yosuke deflected, but Souji pressed on.

“The way you move when you play that game is so fluid,” he continued, despite Yosuke making noises of protest. “I knew you were a good dancer because of everything that happened with the Love Meets Bonds festival, but, Yosuke, you are a really good dancer.”

“Dude,” Yosuke said, cheeks red. Souji chuckled.

“Sorry, but it’s true,” he finished.

“It’s just DDR!” Yosuke protested. Souji finally relented, with a shrug.

“If you say so,” he replied. “Thanks for dragging me in here, by the way. I promise I had fun.”

“You only got to play two songs and then watched me for a while,” Yosuke pointed out.

“It was fun. I liked watching you dance,” Souji said, and Yosuke sighed.

“You say such weird things,” he grumbled. Then he stood up, prompting Souji to stand up as well. “Anyway, we’ll have to come back here again before I go back to Inaba.”

“Sure,” Souji replied. “And the next time you come visit me.”

“And hey, we can come here all the time if I manage to pass my entrance exams and get into a school around here,” Yosuke replied. Souji nodded, walking beside him as they left the arcade.

He really had enjoyed watching Yosuke dance. Playing had been surprisingly fun too. It really shouldn’t have been that surprising, though, since he liked doing just about everything with Yosuke. Maybe one day he’d work up the courage to tell him that but...today was not that day. Today he would drag Yosuke into an ice cream shop and insist on buying him whatever flavor he wanted. And then, later, once they’d gone back to Souji’s place for the night, currently devoid of all parents, he’d make curry from scratch for Yosuke just because he could, and they’d stay up late talking and playing video games, just because they could.

Here are the two songs they played: (in case anybody is interested)

Graduation (I tried to find a video of it on easy/beginner, but all I could find was Heavy, which is the difficulty Yosuke played it at)

Daikenkai (This is absolutely my favorite song in DDR. Also don’t let the video fool you, it looks WAAAY easier than it actually is to play imho)

#souyowrimo 2017 #souyo hell #souyo #ddr #dance dance revolution #i started and deleted like two attempts at a stardew valley au for this prompt #but i didn't like either of them #so you get this instead

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lovelyparkers · 4 years ago

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chapter two - diagnosis

warnings: surgery described a lot!!

you wake up the next morning to your phone blaring. yet this time is a call rather than your alarm set to ring in 34 minutes.

"hello," you groaned.

"dr. romanoff! hi hey. it's carly, sorry to bother you this early but—"

"carly, hi, what's wrong? is everything okay?" you asked, sitting up attentively now. peter is in the process of rolling over into you, sensing your wake.

"well, um, no," she sniffled, "my dad ran off from the hospital. he just vanished. i came in early to see him and he was gone. i don't know where he is."

you sighed, "okay look, it's gonna be okay, we can send police out to look for him. he couldn't have gone far it looked like he had a broken neck."

"okay, okay, thanks."

"sure, i'll call it in now. i'll be in soon," you replied and hung up. you quickly made a call to the nypd giving them the details of everything that went down and who to look for. this happened surprisingly a lot. injured hospital runaways were not uncommon in new york city. he was probably just scared.

you got out of bed and stretched, heading to the shower, since you definitely wouldn't be able to fall back asleep. at least you could take your time. a few minutes into your shower, peter stumbled into the bathroom, clad in plaid pyjamas pants and a white t shirt. his hair was a horrific mess, but he looked like he healed well.

"y/nnnn," he called out to you in the shower while using the toilet.

"good morning, what's up?"

"you didn't wake me up, i got worried you already left till i heard the shower."

"i got up early due to carly having an emergency."

"oh," he squinted while washing his hands, "is everything okay?"

"her dad escaped from the hospital."

"ah okay."

you were scrubbing your hair clean while peter sat on the bathroom vanity kicking his feet.

you peeked you're head out from the curtain, smiling, "do you need something?"

"you know," he looked at you grinning, "a kiss would be great right now."

you rolled your eyes and nodded your head, motioning for him to come over. he gladly hopped down from the vanity and met you to give you a nice long kiss, pulling back every so often and returning to kiss you again. you eventually pushed his chest back.

"i'm gonna waste too much water back up."

he obliged and started to walk out of the bathroom but stopped when you said his name.

"stay, i have to check your wound."

he sat back down on the vanity and waited for you. your turned off the shower and gracefully stepped out onto the bath mat, grabbing your robe and wrapping it around your body to dry. peter happily watched the lovely sight. you faced him and smiled back.

"okay take off your pants please," you said grabbing some supplies.

"whew, getting right into it huh," he smirked.

"not the time to be cheeky."

he kicked off his pants, revealing the bandaged wound. this time there was no blood covering the crisp white cotton, which was a good sign. you slowly wet the cotton pads so they would peel off easily and to your surprise all that was left behind was a scar. completely healed.

"oh my god, you never cease to amaze me when you get hurt. and yet i still take care of you."

"mhm you do and i love it and i love you, sweets."

he leaned down to kiss you while you rested a hand on this once-injured thigh.

"we can have breakfast together."

"okay," peter nodded. he pulled his pants back up and started off to the kitchen, preparing some pancakes while you blew dry your hair and got dressed.

you two sat the the dining table together, enjoying peter's specialty pancakes—the only thing he could successfully make—and enjoyed each other's company. and then you remembered.

"guess what," you whispered, grinning.

"what?" peter perked up.

"i have a day off tomorrow if things go smoothly today."

"what? no way! we can spend the day together and have fun."

"yes we can."

"ugh i cant wait. you have had a day off in forever."

"i know. i just have to make sure my patients are okay. and deal with the carly situation."

"well you're great doctor, so i'm sure everything will be fine."

"you're right."

on your way out the door, peter gave you some last minute smooches and told you he was going to go into work today—at the bugle and spider-man work. you were happy he healed and felt better. he watched you walk out the door in your coat, so insanely proud and happy for you. the love of his life. he grabbed his jacket off the coat rack and fiddled with the pockets to make sure it was still there, and it was.

a small red velvet box with a gleaming ring in it.

meanwhile at the hospital

you ran rounds with your interns and calmed a frantic carly before arriving to benjamin's room, who had just returned from his scans and you were holding the results, looking them over. you couldn't believe what you were seeing.

a large lesion in the central part of the brain. it was blocking cerebral spinal fluid pathways and obstructing the brain. he needed to have a biopsy today.

you walked into the room, greeting ben's mom as well as him.

"hi dr. romanoff!" ben exclaimed.

"hi buddy! look at these pictures we took of your brain," you said handing him a page to keep him occupied. you went to speak to his mom, who's name was janet.

"so, scans definitely show something along the lines of a lesion, or tumour."

"oh my god, seriously?"

"yes. but look, we are gonna to do everything possible to find out what's going on and get rid of it. i'm scheduling a biopsy of the lesion for this afternoon. i will be performing it along with my two interns you met before."

"is it-is it safe?" janet asked.

"yes, of course. i've done many biopsies in my career so far and have all been successful. it's minimally invasive and we just take a sample of the lesion tissue and exam it. after the examination we diagnose and go from there."

"okay, you should do it then. i wanna know what's wrong with my boy."

"of course. and with any surgery, there's also risk, infection, complications, anaesthesia as well. i will have a nurse come in to read off everything you need to know, sign papers, ask questions and all that before we proceed, okay?"

janet nodded. you made your way to ben's bedside and asked him what he thought of the pictures.

"that's really my brain?" you nodded.

"wow," he said, "do i need surgery?"

you looked over to janet who nodded, before speaking, "yeah. but it's gonna be a quick and easy one. i'll be there the whole time, we will help you feel better okay?"

"okay, thanks dr. romanoff."

you waved your goodbyes and headed out to the nurses station to schedule a surgery for little ben.

meanwhile, peter was currently walking over to the hospital in a slump, carrying some sandwiches he picked up from delmar's. he thought he would surprise you at lunch. well that and tell you some bad news. he finds you at your usual spot outside waiting for him, since he texted you not to get lunch, he was coming.

he sadly smiled when you got up to meet him and give him a kiss on the cheek before bringing him to sit down. he didn't say a word yet, and just watched as you unwrapped your sandwich.

"something wrong babe?"

he chewed his lip then said, "oh, yeah. i got fired from the daily bugle."

you set your sandwich down, "what? why?"

"jameson fired me because i didn't show up to work the other day, ya know, after i got stabbed."

"well what did you tell him?"

"that i uh, i just wasn't feeling good? and he fired me on the spot. told me i was a load of bullshit."

your eyes turned sad and you sighed, reaching out for his hand, "i'm so sorry babe. he was a shit boss anyways."

"yeah, you're right. anyways i'm a little bummed, but i'll find another job."

"pete, you don't have to, we are fine. i am making enough to keep us going and you know natasha had, you know, was fairly wealthy," you whispered that last part, "and we have support from tony and pepper, we're good. okay. don't worry about it."

he nodded his head quickly, "yeah you're right. it's just- i feel...i feel like i could do more. you're a literal surgeon saving lives all day everyday and i, i just take pictures and don't even have a career."

you interlocked your hands, "hey don't say that. you're a literal superhero. you save lives too. everyday, and you put your own life at risk doing so. you are the strongest and bravest person i have ever met. i need you to know that."

"well besides your sister," he chuckled.

you laughed and pulled him in for a kiss.

"stop macking on each other and let's go! it's time for the biopsy," rick yelled out to you, waking up to the table.

"what's up rick," peter said, uninterested.

"not much, just waiting for your lady here."

"i thought it was scheduled later," you said quickly eating your lunch.

"got em in early, let's roll," rick said walking away, running a hand thru his greyish hair.

you gave peter a kiss on his nose, something he adored, and rubbed his shoulder good bye.

"good luck babe!" he called out.

"thank you, now go be a hero!" you called back.

peter smiled, blushing as you left. man, was he lucky.

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now you were in the operation room, ben was receiving his anaesthesia and you were by his side, clad in your OR scrubs and gloves.

"alright ben, you're gonna fall asleep now, and when you wake up, you'll be back in your room with mom and dad."

ben smiled and closed his eyes, the anaesthesiologist making sure everything was safe and going smoothly. you began to shave off some of the boy's hair where an incision would be made. carly was next to you, helping sterilize the area while other OR workers covered up the rest of ben's forehead and head to protect him. ray was next to you holding a scalpel, which you took, and made a small incision.

"carly, you're going to help me make the burr hole," you said through your surgical mask. a burr hole is a small hole made in the skull to access the brain and the tumour.

"seriously?"

"yes, here," you replied handing her the surgical drill.

she held it up to the incision which was held up. she hesitated, visibly nervous, she had never done this before. you took her hand and guided it down to just touch the skull. she turned it on slowly and you kept on hand on it, guiding her down slowly as she drilled in. once the hole was made, carly stepped back and you opened the dura around the brain. ray now handed you the biopsy needle and you guided it to the large lesion, taking a sample of it and giving it to an OR nurse to set up and take to pathology. you allowed ray to close up the incision when you were done internally. you helped him finish it out while applying a dressing on top.

"okay, great job everybody, thank you."

you left the OR with ray and carly while ben was handled by nurses and the anaesthesiologist. you cleaned yourselves up and turned to them.

"how was that guys? quick and easy right?"

"yeah."

"awesome," carly said smiling, "i've never done a burr hole."

"i know, i know," you smiled back, she was gonna be a great doctor.

"so, anything about my dad yet?" carly asked.

"not that i've heard, the police will call you."

everyone headed out after cleaning up and you went to speak to ben's parents. you told them it went great and that pathology would have the results in two days tops and to not worry. he would wake up soon and feel fine and then you go from there. from there, you got onto your feet, ready to check on others.

peter changed into his suit and started patrolling around the city. he was just taking it easy now, not wanting to get too hurt again. he swung around, helping a cat down from a windowsill, and helping an elderly woman after she was robbed in a 7-Eleven. not too crazy of a day. so, he hopped on a roof after buying a bag of chips and munched away. the weather was great, the sun was just setting and he felt great. well, until his senses went off.

peter quickly jumped up and turned around seeing a man, wearing a full on mask. he was ready to shoot webs until the man held up his hands.

"i'm not gonna hurt you spider-man."

"who are you and what are you doing?"

"me? well, i'm fever! and i'm here to tell you back off my game."

"what game," peter asked.

"you know, the one where you play hero. this is my territory, and you better stay out of it. or bad things will happen."

peter could slightly see some grey hair peeking out from the mask.

he shot a web, which the man dodged. peter got closer, ready to fight and just take this dude down. yet the man straight up kicked peter square in the chest, knocking him down.

"i don't think so buddy, i am stronger than you think."

peter got back up and punched him in the jaw, causing the man to stutter backwards. and then it hit him. literally.

a surge of orange energy balled up and knocked peter down again. yet he persisted, getting into his spider pose and waiting to attack. 'fever' again brought this orange energy out and repeatedly tried to strike peter. peter jumped and swung around the roof, avoiding every shot.

"karen! activate taser webs!"

"activated, peter."

peter shot the taser webs at the fever which finally knocked him down. he walked over and stood above him.

"what's your game, man."

"control," he coughed, "and burden. against all who hurt me."

peter leaned forward for the mask until the man yelled, "wait!"

"what," peter scoffed.

"i think you forgot i feed on energy," he said and immediately shot a powerful force of that orange towards peter, sending him flying off the side of the building. luckily he was able to swing off a light post instead of flopping on the concrete. peter immediately swung back up to the roof to get the fever.

he was gone.

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peter limped home that night through the window, coming home to you cooking dinner and immediately coming to his rescue.

"what the hell happened," you said, turning off the stove and throwing the spatula in your hand.

"new villain," peter laughed, flopping down onto the couch.

"what hurts?"

peter slapped the spider on his chest a little too hard, causing him to gasp. his suit fell down his upper body, revealing a massive black and purple bruise on his defined chest muscles.

"oh my god," you exclaimed, shocked. it was bad. it was like he was hit by a train again. you slowly reached on and touched his chest, he whined in response, it was obviously causing more pain than his powers could hide.

"y/n," he breathed out, "don't touch, it hurts."

"i have to make sure your ribs aren't broken and can you breathe okay? also what about—"

"stop," he cut you off, placing a hand against your cheek to slow you down, "nothings broken, i can breathe, and it just hurts, i'll be fine."

"well, what can i do," you asked, leaning into his touch.

"kisses would be nice," he smirked.

"always at the wrong time mr. parker," you shot back, "but okay."

you sat beside him on the couch, taking his face in your hands and pressing your lips against his softly. he groaned into the kiss, knowing he got what he wanted. he moved his lips against yours and you could barely keep up with him. you had to pry him off your face to get a breath of air yet he chased after your lips to kiss them again. he took his hands and pulled you by your thighs onto his lap, much to your dismay.

"pete, babe, not now, i don't want you to hurt yourself," you whispered, pressing against his shoulder.

"sweets, are you kidding me, i'll be fine just lemme get more comfy and we can—"

"pete, c'mon, no. i have to finish dinner. go take a shower in the meantime."

"m'kay," he obliged, "join me?"

you gave him a look and he just laughed, throwing his arms up in defence. he began to walk to the bathroom when you called out his name.

"pete?"

"yeah?" he asked, turning around.

"i do have off tomorrow. which gives us plenty of time for you to heal and to mess around as much as we want. little ben's biopsy went well."

peter bit his bottom lips and threw his fist up into the air like he just won $100. you just laughed at him. he walked over to you in the kitchen and wrapped his arms around your waist, careful as to not hurt his bruise. he kissed your neck in that spot and whispered,

"i love you."

"i love you too, now go shower you're a hot mess."

he smiled at you, heading to the bathroom. you went back to cooking dinner for the two of you to share. this was really your life with the love of your life.

god, you loved him.

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