07-bilin

[07-bilin]

gang you should totally read my au headcanons i reposted 👽

swimmer au - haikyuu!

₊˚ପ⊹ summary: haikyuu boys as swimmers and their strokes cause your girl is a swimmer and i just see a lot of them as swimmers LMAO

₊˚ପ⊹ warnings: none

₊˚ପ⊹ a/n: ive been into haikyuu for years but im starting to get back into it due to edits on my fyp so have this lovely set of hc with my sport :) - p.s: let me know if you want more!

₊˚ପ⊹ w/c: 779

karasuno

hinata: he gives off breast-stroke vibes lowkey like that man can jump and sure as hell his legs can bend in that manner very fast-- he'd probably only do 100 breast and then during medly he would swim the 50 for their relay team. might also be in free every now and then to y'know compete against kageyama lmao.

adding on to this hinata would probably be very similar to how he is in the anime eating 24/7 and sleeping and slacking off tbh. seems like the guy who'd break his cap multiple times during regions or something costing the team a hefty sum. also the guy to write on his body with words like "eat my bubbles" and shit.

kageyama: its giving free sprinter. swims 50-100 free and occasionally the 200 in which he legitimately sprints the whole thing. hated being in relays with other people during his middle school club years, especially the 200 free cause its a "life or death" situation. eventually in his high school years he softened up a bit and gave tips to his relay members.

he makes sure to plan his carb intake days for meets. other people may think its funny but kageyama takes his yoga very seriously and it began to rub off on the other first years lowkey. is the victim to chicken fights on free days at practice resulting in him having to buy dinner for everyone.

tsukishima: for how long he is, he very much gives me a backstroke swimmer. the type of guy to say back is the best because you don't inhale as much water but every time you see a professional picture of him taken he's struggling to breathe. does 100 back and then back during medly.

in his earlier years of swimming he swam fly because he has a huge wingspan but later in his years he switched to back because he claimed that he didn't have enough strength for the stroke. (real)

nekoma

kuroo: my boy just reeks of fly swimmer. he's crazy. he does it from the 50 medly up to the 200 fly. during meets he likes to put on fake tattoos to seem "manly" but they end up washing away in the warm-up pool and the team gets in trouble for the mess.

the captain who makes sure there is a team dinner every single week. love's dryland days because he gets to show everyone how much he can lift in the weight room. is also a menace to society and will write shit to tick off other teams.

kenma: is also a breast swimmer because lowkey he likes the different feel to it. in reality its because it was called the 'froggy' stroke when he was younger. every time he comes to practice he thinks to himself why he chose a sport where he can't breathe.

that one swimmer on the team who constantly "forgets" his suit and can't swim. (kuroo carries and extra one in case this happens). has lost too many hair ties in the pool, more than he can count tbh.

fukurodani

bokuto: he is a fly/free sprinter. loves the feeling of fly when he swims it. does the 50-100 for both strokes. he's really goofy and has a whole collection of speedo's with different designs that he likes to wear on specific days of the week. do not let this man near the speaker in the weight room, he will be screaming lyrics at the top of his lungs.

he probably dq's a lot of the relays from excitement and falls in the pool sometimes. on free days he likes to go beneath the depths of the water and grab peoples legs and drag them down into the water. tries to dive off the diving boards but has always ended in belly flops or just a big splash of water. is not a morning practice type of guy.

akaashi: he gives me back/distance swimmer. he's just like yeah lemme zone out for a bit and then like 4 mins later he's done and he's like oh okay cool. for back he does the medly with bokuto as back and then for distance he does the 200 and 500 free. the type of guy to let out sighs after stretching, you for sure can hear his bones cracking as well.

during meets you can see akaashi on the bench with his sony headphones on top of his cap nodding to his music. (its probably rnb). the type to bring his own equipment to practice rather than using the faculties. bokuto and him have matching pj's they wear to every single meet.

[07-bilin]

high-school love pt.3

₊˚ପ⊹ summary: a slowburn of sorts in which you and akaashi meet as manager and player, slowly becoming close as the only first-years on the team

₊˚ପ⊹ wc: 3604

₊˚ପ⊹ warnings: none!

₊˚ପ⊹ chapter one, chapter two

the more the merrier?

*Whistle blowing*

"Earth to Y/n~?"

Snapping out of a trance, you look up to your senior before coming to your senses.

"Ah, on it!"

Getting up from the chair, you rush over to the wall behind you picking up the carrier holding all of the water bottles. After making sure you had everything, you headed towards the group of guys. Chatting with the players, you gave your compliments as well as a few additional notes to watch for in their next match. As you continued to chat happily with the members, you could feel a certain gaze following your every move. Excusing yourself after everyone had been hydrated, you slip out of the gym into the outdoors to get a breath of fresh air. You lean against the cement walls taking in the nature as you rest your eyes for a bit.

"Good morning L/n"

Akaashi stared at the messy-haired girl as she took in her surroundings before eventually coming to a realization of where she was at. Once she had fully understood what had happened, Akaashi caught a glimpse of pink dusted onto her face. Giving a crooked smile, she says good morning too. The boy returns the smile before extending his hand to pull her up as they had reached their destination. As she grabbed his hands, he suddenly felt nervous and unsure if his hands were going to be sweaty or not.

The two of you got off the bus. As you waited for the rest of the team to get off, the pair stared off into the distant as they watched the sunrise.

"Oh, I see you've warmed up to our new manager Akaashi-kun"

The two of you swerve around being met with a seemingly provacative stare. Following Konoha's stare, Akaashi looks down to be met with a pair of intertwined fingers. Following behind Akaashi's lead, the girl looks down to see your still connected hands before letting go. Before the two could be teased any further, the young manager quickly gathered her things before running away in hurry. 

Wrapping his arms around the younger boy, he jokes around, unfortunately, the junior's words only went out of the other ear of the setter. The boy watched as your figure slowly became smaller and smaller. He sighed before thinking of the ways he could explain himself and hopefully not damage the relationship the two of you had begun to sprout.

Opening your eyes, you sigh as you take in a final breath before deciding to head back inside. Unbeknownst to you, a particular boy had been standing right next to you.

"AHHH" You screech as you slightly falter backwards.

The boy gives you a weird look back due to your unexpected nature. Feeling bad for disrupting his break it seemed like, you offer to make it up.

"Ah, my names L/n Y/n, and you are?"

"... Kozume, Kozume Kenma."

"Ah, alright then Kozume-"

"Kenma, just call me Kenma."

You don't pry for the explanation and just respond with an okay as well as telling him that he could call you by your first name as well. He hummed, a sign of acknowledgement before placing his arms into his shorts. The two of you stood in silence before you break it, curious to know more about the boy.

"So, what year are you?:"

"First."

"School?"

"Nekoma"

You give a nervous laugh as you realize that you couldn't get much out of him. It doesn't bother you as you open your mouth ready to ask another question.

"Kenma!"

He perks up at the sound of his name, eyes getting wide like a cat. The two of you look up, meeting the gaze of an older student.

"Kuroo."

"Breaks over, let's head back into the gym now."

You could hear the pudding-head let out a muffled groan before standing up and entering the gym. Before he enters he turns back to you giving you a small wave before disappearing completely. The older boy known as 'Kuroo' watches the small interaction, quite baffled by the situation. Before he could question what you two had talked about, he seemed to have been getting scolded at, quickly following Kenma's path back into the gym.

As the two Nekoma players disappeared back into the gym, you wondered if you should go back in too. Eventually, you decided you should and slipped back in. As the first day flew by, you analyzed, directed and helped the players during the countless matches they played.

"Good work today everyone, go get washed up and go get dinner. Make sure to sleep early as we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow as well."

All the players said yes in unison, once dismissed, they all went their separate ways. Konoha and Komi went along to go have dinner with one another. The two older managers went off to take a bath, surely to gossip with the other managers. Bokuto went along with the tall Nekoma guy with spikey hair that seemed to rival Bokuto's. You realized upon closer inspection that it had been the guy you had seen earlier, the one who had went and gone to fetch Kenma from his small break.

"L/NNN!!"

Not only were you startled by the sudden echo of your name travelling across the gym, you were shocked to see who the person calling for you was. Quickly making your way across the gym you stand there fidgeting with your hands as you respond meekly with a concerned yes.

"Throw some balls for us yeah?" The Fukurodani ace asks as he begins to stretch prepared to practice a bit more with the second-year from Nekoma. You nod before bringing a trolley of balls over ready to throw them to the two boys. Before you begin, your eyes widen at the certain appearance of a black haired boy.

"Bokuto-san, don't you need a setter?"

"AKAASHI! Now that you mention it, YEAH, you don't mind do you?"

He sighs before glancing at you, unfortunately for him, the situation from earlier still left you in a frenzy. Letting it go for now, he sighs before instructing you to throw the ball in your direction in which you oblige. Watching the two upperclassman up close spiking the ball like this leaves you in awe as you realize how the direction and set determines how the ball is impacted and how it lands. The extra practice that the four of you go through lasts for about an hour or so before you decided that it was time to wash up and go to bed.

You part ways with the boys to take a bath first while they head over to dinner. As you bathe yourself, you think about the day and how its gone so far. So far, you've made a complete fool out of yourself in front of Akaashi-kun and you've somehow befriended a boy from an opposing team, well, if that even counts as being friends but whatever. After snapping out of your daze, you realize your the only one left in the bath house prompting you to finish up dilly-dallying and head in the direction of the dining hall.

Upon arrival, the hall seems to be closed up. You can hear the rumbling come out of your stomach and you decide that you may have to pry into your snacks a little earlier than you intended. Turning around ready to head back to your sleeping quarters you bump into a tall figure.

"Ah, sorry--"

"L/n?"

Standing there was Akaashi, holding two onigiri's in his hand. You stare at the food, due to it, your stomach unexpectedly begins to rumble. Your face turns into a frown as you hope Akaashi can't hear it. Unfortunately he does.

"L/n, did you not have enough to eat tonight?"

"Ah, about that.. I missed dinner."

"Oh."

"It's okay! Don't-"

"Take these then," offering his hands out that held the two rice balls.

"Are you sure Akaashi? Don't you have them still cause your still hungry?"

He gives you a small smile, "You can think of it in that way."

You raise your eyebrow in confusion before hesitantly grabbing the onigiris.

"Want a drink too?"

You nod your head as you watch him head over to the vending machine to buy a drink for the two of you. He gets the same drink, handing you one. You squint your eyes, focusing on the packaging before realizing what drink it was.

"Woah, how'd you know this was my favorite?"

Shrugging his shoulders he replies, "Lucky guess."

"Really?" you respond unconvinced.

"Kidding, it's my favorite too." He says as he begins walking off, you following along until the two of you spot a bench. Cracking open your drinks, you cheers before taking a long sip.

"Ah, that hits the spot," you say as you begin unwrapping the first onigiri ball. As you happily munch on the rice ball, you feel a pair of eyes watching your every move. Glancing over to look at the boy next to you, he quickly looks away, acting like he had not just been staring at you moments earlier. You clear your throat after finishing the first rice ball bundling up the trash and setting it to the side before turning your whole body to the boy.

"Akaashi-kun"

He hums in response but doesn't dare to meet you in the eyes.

You sigh before letting all the words flow out of your mouth. "I don't know how to say this but I did not mean for whatever happened this morning to be awkward at all!! I'm so sorry for practically avoiding you, I was just in the moment and I had just woken up and I guess I just wasn't in the right mind. Overall, I hope whatever Konoha said to you didn't affect you or anything cause it didn't effect me!!"

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Wow. This was really tense as you felt your hands become sweaty as you had your eyes squeezed tightly. After what felt like an eternity, you open your eyes slightly to be met with a pair of striking blue ones staring right back at you. Sucking in your breath as you prepare to speak again, Akaashi beats you to it, but not in a way you expect.

Falling over, Akaashi lets out a small scream as he cups his hands around his face. Sighing after everything's over, he looks back at you. "I'm really glad that was the case, to be honest I thought you were mad at me and I wasn't really sure on what to do..."

"I would never be!! There would never be a day in the world where I'm mad at you Akaashi!"

He gives you a small smile before wrapping his arms around you giving you a quick hug before releasing his arms around you and sinking back into the bench.

Glad that the two of you had finally gotten over everything, the two of you started to chat with one another, just like any other day, eventually breaching a certain topic.

"So Akaashi, why were you really out here?"

He ponders for a bit before telling you that he has insomnia and will sometimes go out on a small walk to get a breath of fresh air before climbing back into his sleeping space.

"Well Akaashi, if you ever need anyone to give you company, I'm always here!!" You exclaim giving a bright smile back at the boy who seems to be grateful at the gesture as he returns your smile with his own.

"Say Akaashi, do you enjoy anything other then volleyball?"

He looks at the stars before he responds, "I guess I enjoy reading."

"Ah, so your one of those guys?"

"Those guys?"

"Hmm, I guess more reserved?" I've noticed that although you can be blunt at times, especially with Bokuto-san that you are very keen with keeping to yourself. You also always have this type of face that you have a million thoughts running through your mind."

"Oh."

"Ah, I didn't mean to analyze you so much, I'm so sorry if that's nothing like you--"

"No no, its alright L/n-san, I just thought that no one would pay attention to me that much."

"WHAT? What are you talking about Akaashi-kun, your like, the most handsome guy in our honor classes, heck, probably the whole year!!" You exclaim not realizing that the words had a certain effect on the young setter.

"You think so?" he murmurs as he can feel the heat rising on his neck.

"Of course! Although you always come in your uniform straight out of the dress code manual, it fits you in all the right ways!" You beam as you examine his face. You had to admit, you understood why people saw him to be so attractive as you spent practically every day with him, those days looking at him the most out of any of the other players on the team.

He gives a slight hum in response to your flashy words. The two of you continue to talk for another hour before the two of you can't take the buzzing and biting from the bugs out in the nature. The two of you walk side by side before eventually arriving at the area you'd be sleeping at for the week.

"Well, I guess this is my stop!"

"Mhm, good night L/n-san," he says giving you a small smile.

He takes a few steps before turning around to see you one more time. Still standing in the same spot, you see him turn around so you give him a wave.

"Good night Akaashi-kun," you mouth giving him a grin before entering the facility.

That night, Akaashi slept like a log.

On the second day, rather than being in the gym 24/7, you were tasked in the kitchen to prepare food. To your shock, you learned a senior of yours was quite the foodie which resulted in you and the other managers having to hide the food as soon as it was prepared before it could be gone in a blink of an eye. You wash your hands after preparing the last few dishes, dry them, and then step outside to get a bit of fresh air.

As you hear the cafeteria start to become rowdy, you start to head back inside before a certain pudding-head catches your eye.

"Kenma?"

Glancing up at the certain figure approaching him, he sighs as he realizes its not Kuroo coming to drag him away to eat a meal that could likely give him indigestion later that day. He scoots over as he lets you sit down.

"Ah, isn't that the new game that just came out?"

He nods his head as he dies once more trying to kill the boss. Letting out a groan he flops onto his back in defeat.

"Can I try?" You ask as you peer over the deflated setter. In response to your question, he holds the console up for you to grab. You giddily grab it and begin a new attempt at the boss fight. Unfortunately for you, after multiple attempts, you still can't seem to beat it either.

You fall down in defeat right next to Kenma letting out a yelp of frustration. The two of you lay in frustration as you watch the cloudy sky.

"Y/n"

"Ya?"

"You remind me of someone."

"Oh? Like in a good way???" Looking over at Kenma, you see him with a weird scrunched up face, similar to one of disgust but without the hint of hostility. You laugh after taking in the face Kenma makes sitting up and grabbing your phone out of your pocket taking a quick picture of the setter.

"What was that for?"

"It was a funny picture of you-oh, speaking of which, give me your email!!" You hand your phone over to Kenma and he enters it in.

"And saved! Let me send you an email!!"

*@y/nissooocute*: hiii

"Pfft, what is this email??" He questions as he receives the message from you.

"Like Kodzuken is any better?" You retort.

The two of you stare at each other before bursting out in laughter.

"Ahem, having some fun Kenma?"

You look at who the voice belongs to and low and behold you see the rooster-headed Kuroo in front of you. Standing behind you seems to be your very own second-year.

"KENMA, YOU SHOULD REALLY EAT MORE YA'KNOW!!"

"And be rowdy like you? Yeah, no thanks."

You let out a little snicker at Kenmas remark giving him a thumbs up to his witty response to your ace.

"AKAASHI, SAY SOMETHING! DEFEND ME!"

You peek over as soon as you hear the boy's name fall from the lips of the owl.

"Bokuto-san, Kozume is right, you are a little loud sometimes, especially off the courts."

You grin as you hear the curt response from the younger boy. As if he felt the smile was directed towards him, Akaashi glances over in the direction of you and Kenma sitting right next to one another. He frowns but quickly dissipates it and acts like nothing happened even though he had this weird feeling roaming around in his body.

He hears as you tell the Nekoma first year that he shouldn't skip out on eating and that it didn't hurt to at least nibble on one thing. After a few qwips back and forth, Kuroo-san and L/n-san are able to convince Kenma to head back inside and eat.

Sitting at the table, Akaashi fiddles with his fingers as he dazedly stares at Bokuto, trying his best to listen to whatever the older boy had to share on his mind. Every once and awhile, he'd glance over at you gobbling your food down whilst conversing with the two Nekoma boys. So far, from the two days spent here, he can quickly put a name to both of the boys. Kozume was a smart and calculative person, always watching who to crack first. On the other hand, although Kuroo was also quite smart in his plays, he preferred to think of him as Pain-in-the-ass Kuroo-san due to blocking Bokuto many times, adding on to Kozume's plan to break the weakest link.

He sighed before standing up to throw his trash away, Bokuto following close behind the setter.

The day continued to go on like it had the previous day. You juggling between the hydration station and taking notes to further your volleyball skills. Finally, the last match of the day was the two schools you had been most curious about, one being your very own, Fukurodani Academy. On the opposing side, it was Nekoma High School, a team that included Kenma and Kuroo but as well as a few others that seemed to stand out quite a lot as well.

As the match continued, you watched as Fukurodani gained a leading head against Nekoma. All of a sudden, in the middle of the set, Nekoma started to rack up quite a few points before eventually tying the score between the two teams. From then on, it felt like the match had actually begun.

"Bokuto-san!"

Grinning as he heard his name, he quickly ran up before stopping for a milisecond before putting everything in his jump. Swinging his arm back, he goes in for the kill, spiking the ball as hard as he could, aiming for a line shot. Unfortunately, a certain rooster-head seems to be one step ahead of him, quickly moving his lengthy arms to block the incoming ball. In one fluid motion, it bounces against the block, before Fukurodani's libero could get the ball from hitting the ground, it bounces right off of his forearm into the out zone due to the impact inserted from the block.

"Gotta steal the spot light every once in a while Bokuto!" Giving a tooth-eating grin as he flexes his muscles.

Due to the scenario that just played out, Akaashi feels it--

"AKAASHI, DON'T SET TO ME ANYMORE..."

"Okay Bokuto-san, leave everything to me."

Quickly gathering the team for a meeting, the team steps into Emo-Bokuto counter mode in hopes to bring this match to victory. The game goes smoothly for a few rounds before Bokuto eventually gets too antsy to do nothing.

"Konoha-senpai!, get that ball!"

"Roger that!"

As Konoha sets the ball up due to Akaashi touching the ball first, Bokuto eyes it, before he knows it, his body is moving before he could think, unfortunately, he collides with Tatsuki, one of their middle blockers. Due to the collision, the ball ends up flying out of the court.

What you didn't expect was for it to fly straight towards you. Hitting you smack dab in the face, the collision of the ball causes you to lose balance and fall to the floor. In and out of consciousness, you hear a multitude of screams, the one you could make out belonging to Bokuto-san. The ringing in you ear doesn't stop. Surprisingly, the first one by your side is the first-year setter, you feel a frown form on your face after realizing he left his game to come running to you. In the end, you sigh in defeat, just grateful that you have someone you felt relived by just being next to them, someone you could rely on, a friend.

Before slipping into a complete state of unconsciousness, you felt your body get lighter, as if your body had been lifted off of the ground before your world went pitch black.

"Please be safe L/n..."

next chapter --->

[07-bilin]

HAIKYUU

₊˚ପ⊹ highschool love (akaashi keiji - series) [1] [2] [3]

₊˚ପ⊹ swimmer hc

[07-bilin]

high-school love pt.2

₊˚ପ⊹ summary: a slowburn of sorts in which you and akaashi meet as manager and player, slowly becoming close as the only first-years on the team

₊˚ପ⊹ wc: 2,369

₊˚ପ⊹ warnings: none!

₊˚ପ⊹ chapter one

the little details about you

Bag, check.

Uniform, check.

Lunch, check.

Ready to face the volleyball team? A maybe on that...

Walking to school whilst the birds were still fast asleep was a peculiar feeling, it's like you were the only one in the world. As you approached the school's entrance, you saw a familiar figure. Closing the distance, you approached the boy who seemed to be having an early breakfast.

"Good-morning Akaashi-kun," you chime as you slip into the position right by him with a skip to your walk.

Akaashi lets out a muffled hello as he continues to chow down on his remaining rice ball. Once the two of you enter Fukurodani, you both enter different locker rooms. As you change into your track suit, you consider what you could get for the blue-haired boy that day, a sign of forgiveness from last night's accidental run-in. As you scrutinize over the apology gift, you exit the locker room to see Akaashi outside of the boy's locker room reading a book. Calling out to him, he stiffly looks up from his book before bobbing his head slightly acknowledging you. As the two of you wait for another player to come and unlock the gymnasium, you try and take this opportunity to get closer to the only other first year on the team.

"Soooo, what class are you in Akaashi?" You question peeking over at the taller boy.

"Class 1-1"

"That means we're right next to each other, say, Akaashi, if you don't mind why don't we hangout together sometime during break," you inquire as you study his features hoping to see more of what type of person he could be. To your suprise, he gently places the book to his side before fixing his gaze onto your's.

"L/n-san."

You tilt your head confused by the sudden name spilled out of his mouth.

"AKAASHI!!!"

The two first-years quickly focused their view onto a certain second-year known to be the star of the volleyball team as he approached the two of them quickly with the gymnasium key swinging crazily in his hand. Before you knew it, he had tackled the boy into a bear hug, almost causing the freshman to tip over and fall onto the dirt floor. Two seconds pass momentarily before there seems to be a mood change all of a sudden.

"Bokuto-san."

The energetic owl loosens his grip before taking a good look at the setter before him to see a very tired look painting his face. Glancing over at you, he opens his mouth to say--

"L/n-san, here are the keys, you can head on inside and prepare everything, I'll take care of Bokuto-san."

Once finished with his instructions, he peels off the junior on him before dragging him along into the boys locker room to get him prepped for the early morning practice. You stand there registering what happened before bursting out in laughter. It was truly a sight to behold, the second year and first year duo seemed to be getting along quite well despite only being connected to one another for a mere two weeks. The prior events fogged up your mind but you snapped out of it as soon as you heard a girl calling out to you.

"Ouuu, Y/n-chan, your here quite early today huh?" She exclaims as she walks over to you with a notebook in hand.

You give Yukie-san a smile and she seems to notice your giddy mood. You explain to her what you found to be so amusing-- an owl showing affection to it's friend but solemnly getting rejected and dragged along to do who knows what. She lightly shoves you laughing about how you have weird taste as the two of you prepare for the rest of the players to show up and practice.

After morning practice ended, it meant you had to face your friend.

"Yah, Y/n, explain." She exclaimed as she cornered you in the classroom.

You raise your hands in defeat as you give a summarization about the events that had occurred the previous day. You have to admit, the rate of change on your friend's emotions on her face changing was quite a feat and was a sense of entertainment for your high-school life.

"You mean to tell me, that you joined the BOYS volleyball team as a manager instead of joining the soccer club with me???" She shouted as you finished your story.

"Basically"

"Y/n, what am I going to do with you.." she mumbled as she chewed on her fingernails. Watching her fiddle around, it reminded you of a certain someone, bringing a thought up to the surface of your mind.

"Ah, I forgot to ask, what should I get for someone as an apology?"

It's okay Y/n, you've got this, you've walked by this classroom multiple times!! What different could it be by walking into it??

Standing there idly, fretting on what to do, the door slid open in an abrupt manner, revealing a certain student that didn't seem to be in the right hall. From the corner of his eye, catching a sudden movement, his line of sight follows the figure. Standing there was a girl, clearly startled by the actions caused previously by his upperclassmen. Sighing he scolded his senior---

"Bokuto-san, you scared L/n-san."

The setter watched the wing-spikers color drain from his face momentarily as he apologized to the young manager repeatedly. He shifted his gaze to the girl and watched her features as she gave out a soft chuckle at the boy. As he analyzed her features more, he noted that you look much more livelier than the first few encounters oddly enough, he felt relieved that you seemed to settling in quite nicely.

Before he could dive into his thoughts even further, he was pulled out of them when he heard a faint whisper until it became the only thing he could hear at the moment.

"Akaashi"

Focusing on her, he hummed, giving her his undivided attention. He watched you, looking at the way you swayed back and forth, seemingly nervous all of a sudden. He watched as you brushed strands of hair out of your face. He watched as you hesitated before pulling out two rice balls from the pocket of your zip-up, unexpectedly, they were offered up to himself.

"I just wanted to say sorry and I was just going to leave it at your desk but since your already here--," you rambled, stiffening at the sound of a sweet sound.

Was he laughing? Was the situation really that funny. He looked at you once more, the two of you locking eyes before bursting into laughter. Taking the rice balls from your hand, he thanked you and told you not to worry about it too much and that it was an unavoidable situation. Before the break ended, you asked him one thing before retreating back to your class.

"Soo, about that thing I asked earlier," you mention unclear if the end of the conversation was a rejection or just an I'll think about it moment.

He smiled at you before expressing that he didn't mind hanging out with you leaving a smile on your face as you returned back to your class. "See you later Akaashi-kun!" You yelp as you skipped happily a few feet away back to your own classroom.

During the entirety of the event that had just occurred, there was a certain owl that seemed to be confused on what was going on, did his setter just get stolen by one of the managers? Was Akaashi always this open to meeting others? Did she peek his interest? But the main thing that really concerned him was the items that his fellow kohai was holding. Glancing at the rice balls, he salivated, he knows he just had lunch but c'mon, he was too broke to get enough that could fill his needs, maybe a small push could---

"Bokuto-san."

"Yes Akaashi?" Bokuto looked up expecting good news.

"If your thinking of consuming these rice balls, don't think of getting any sets today."

Hearing this almost made Bokuto switch into his emo phase, Akaashi noticing this decided to calm him down.

"After practice, I'll buy you a few pork buns at the convenience store."

The ace sprouted up just like that attaching himself quickly to his kohai before being told off once more due to almost being late to his class and shooing him off.

A couple of weeks later

As exhausting as it was being Fukurodani's volleyball manager, it was also rewarding. Not to mention, you got to see how the team worked to become one, pouring all their souls into each ball set, spiked or received. Despite getting to know the team more, your curiosity still lingered around a particular setter. As you scanned the gym watching the boys practice, you watched as the second years all crowded around the first year. You were in awe, to be a starter in your first year, especially at a power-house like Fukurodani Academy amazed you. 

Enamored by the boy, you watched his every move, noting down that he was a blunt person but never meant any harm by it, always honest and precise with his words. Although it seemed like Akaashi was constantly baby-sitting Bokuto, you could tell that he greatly admired the ace, a spiker who could easily raise the momentum of the opponents, he was the ace of Fukurodani, carrying their team all the way to nationals in the previous year and likely in the upcoming fall tournament. Of course, there were days when Akaashi wasn't top notch, causing him to be all fidgety, but somehow, he was always able to get back on track through certain means which led to his disappearance unbeknownst to everyone until he showed up once more calm and collected.

Everything you learned about him just made you want to learn about him more. Although yes you did know these few factors, it was hardly anything compared to what you had learned compared to the rest of the team which led you to believe that Akaashi was just someone to not open up. Even through meticulous interviews with his classmates, you had barely learned anything about the first-year leaving you stumped.

Before you knew it, practice had come to an end, although exams had just finished and it was time for a short break, the volleyball club had planned something during your break causing you to say good bye to your much needed alone time.

There you were, at Fukurodani Academy, at 6 in the morning. Despite the training camp being held in Tokyo, it was on the other side of town, which forced the volleyball club to have an early start to their day on a Saturday. You yawned so much that the other managers wondered if you had gotten enough sleep to the point that they suggested you to sleep at the training camp as soon as they got there, not having to worry about watching over the team and that they got it taken care of. You said it was alright and that you'd eventually sober up when the time came for it and that'd you just rest your eyes for a bit on the bus. Stepping onto the bus, you gave a quick lookover taking note that it seemed like everyone was already in the vehicle. Since the two second-year managers were already partnered up, you took the row behind them, positioning yourself to make yourself comfortable. Once settled, you slowly drift into a dreamland.

Ten minutes earlier

Ah, I seemed to have forgotten something as his frowned.

"Bokuto-san, go ahead, I forgot something in my bag."

The older boy drowsily nodded his head with a yawn slipped his eye mask over his eyes shooing the younger one away as he was disturbing his peace and quiet. The younger one quickly rushed off the bus to go search in his luggage for a certain item he was missing. He rummaged around in his bag before fishing out a small device and a pair of headphones for the ride. Bowing to his coach and saying a quick thank you, the young boy rushed back onto the bus.

Present time

Once he got back on the bus, the coach followed him on which declared that they were leaving now. Before Akaashi could get back to his original seat he was told to hurry and pick a seat as they had already begun moving. Not wanting to cause trouble he entered into a row and sat down whilst catching his breath. Peeking over to his right, he took a glimpse of his sleeping seatmate. To his shock, it was none other than the spontaneous L/n. 

Blinking his eyes slowly, he sunk further into his seat. He once more observed you while you were deep in slumber. Your eyelashes trembled slightly, looking around in the small closure, he pinpointed the cause of distress. Leaning over slightly, Akaashi slides the curtain over the window in hopes of easing you back into a peaceful slumber. Sighing in relief, he sees you settle in once more. He smiles as he watches you, plugging his headphones into his device and slipping the electronic into his ears hitting the play button.

With the music in his ears and your sleeping form next to him, he sat in awe, almost like everything stopped in time for the two of you.

Eventually, Akaashi decided on the action of sleeping as well as he knew he had a long day ahead of him so he made himself comfortable and rested his eyes for a bit.

"L/n, L/n-san-"

You blinked your eyes slowly, taking a second to remember where you were. Once you realized you looked down slightly, huh, thats weird. You were slightly tilted, and if you were seeing things correctly, you were looking at someones lap. Slowly looking up, your met face to face with a boy who seemed to have just woken up as well, a slight tinge of pink at the tip of his ears staring straight at you. 

"Did you sleep well L/n?"

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next chapter --->

[07-bilin]

high-school love pt.1

₊˚ପ⊹ summary: a slowburn of sorts in which you and akaashi meet as manager and player, slowly becoming close as the only first-years on the team

₊˚ପ⊹ wc: 1,725

₊˚ପ⊹ warnings: none!

his name

Attending Fukurodani, you expected your three years at the school would be calm, something predictable. This was automatically shattered within the first two weeks of high school. The friend you had made in your class had ultimately been able to convince you to join the girls soccer team, so there you were, outside in the blazing hot sun in the month of April in your P.E getup that didn't fit you in any of the right ways. As a goalie, your job was to defend the opposing team, not letting them score any points, supposedly that's what you were supposed to be doing but ultimately in the end all of the balls ended up flying right past you, the last one hitting you in the face causing the coach to give you a lecture ending the scrimmage at that.

After the lecture, you were shooed off the field to go clean yourself up. You found a sink by the gymnasium and turned it on feeling the cool water on your finger tips. collecting the water between your hands you splashed the puddle on to your face feeling refreshed.

I mean, soccer wasn't your thing, but you joined in support of your friend's endeavors. Overall, there was a small chance of you making the team and even if you did you would probably be benched. But before that could even happen, you would find an excuse to join the team which would lead you back into square one of finding a club to join before being randomly placed into one, though, to be honest, you could care less about the club you joined, you agreed to tryout with your friend as you had enough with her talking about all the hot guys that she'd be able to see if she joined.

As you finished tidying yourself up, ready to head back to the field and most likely to get hit in a bunch of other spots, you saw a volleyball that seemed to have rolled out of a gym. You headed over to grab it and followed the noise of balls being spiked to one gym in particular. You pushed the mosquito net aside before entering the noisy gym, ball in hand.

Your attention was immediately drawn to the boy with gelled up whitish gray hair as he seemed to be the nosiest one here. Your eyes trailed his figure as he approached the net in a fluid motion before jumping up and slamming down the volleyball that seemed to have gravitated towards his palm.

"HEY HEY HEY! AKAASHI WASN'T MY LINE SHOT AMAZING??!"

Your eyes began to dart around to find this certain face named 'Akaashi'. You see a glimpse of him before you feel a slight tap to your shoulder.

Spinning around, your met with a girl with a clipboard, you can tell she's older than you by the way she stands, almost like she's accumulated with the place and used to all the buzz around her in the closed quarters. "You must be here for the manager position,?" she says as she stares at you glancing at the ball that you hugged to your chest even tighter than before after being caught in the act of your seemingly good deed. Although you remembered seeing posters all around the bulletin boards in the first-year hall about a manager position you didn't know it'd be today of all days.. You grimaced as you began to zone out before feeling a weight on your shoulder and glance up at another girl who seems excited to see you.

"Ah,,? We finally got a first year, whats your name little one?" She asks as she gives you a smile. The girl from before is somewhat shocked from the sudden actions of the girl on your shoulder as she comments on her position, "Yukie! Don't scare her, plus, she hasn't even said if shes joining yet." The second-year girl looks at you with enlarged eyes somewhat with an apologetic face before asking, "So, are you?"

You glance between the two upperclassmen who seemed to be starring daggers into you before ultimately stating you would be. The girl who had a ponytail in currently was Suzumeda-san while the one that was glued to your side minutes earlier was Shirofuku-san--but she preferred to be called Yukie-san. As the practice continued, Suzumeda-san ran you through the basics of everything. Although you weren't well versed in the sport of volleyball, the two girls washed away your worries as you joining the club was the first step to learning more about the sport.

From the two chattering upperclassmen, you learned quite a lot of the team already, the one player they mentioned the most was Bokuto-san. He was the ace of the team who often worked up quite a storm of emotions. You soon learned that he it was often a struggle to pick him out of his alienated stage but lately that wasn't the case, due to a particular person. Sure Bokuto interested you but a person who could deal with his mood-swings? Was there actually a person like that on the team? Before you could pry for more information the two girls moved on from the topic before giving you more instructions on how to be a manager for the powerhouse school.

By the end of practice, night had fallen upon them. Coach Yamaiji wrapped up the practice by giving the players a pep talk and eventually ended up introducing you to the team. "Hello, I'm L/n, Y/n from class 1-2, thank you for having me," you stated as you introduced yourself to the crowd of boys. To your surprise, they greeted you warmly which helped cool your anxiety down just a tad bit.

After everyone collectively cleaned up the gymmnasium, you were given your very own Fukurodani tracksuit and volleyball shoes, identical to the players. With these items, the idea finally settled down into your mind, you were really doing this now, full commitment and everything. A small smile formed on your face as you ran your hand over the embroidered characters as you stepped out of the gym into the cool spring night.

As you quickly snuck to the girls locker room, you sighed in relief as it hadn't been locked just quite yet. You quickly changed out of your P.E clothing and into your uniform, throwing on a light cardigan from your backpack before slipping the remaining items into your backpack and fishing out your phone. Switching it on, you were bombarded by multiple messages from a particular someone..

**F/n** "Y/N!!!" -5:28pm

"HELLOOOOOO"

"coach knows you disappeared!!"

"come back y/n before you get lectured again"

"gtg, you better be back soon or else.."

"YAH, I MADE THE TEAM!!" -8:47pm

"text me back when you finally respond,,, AND YOU BETTER HAVE A GOOD REASON FOR DISAPPEARING!!"

You stifled a small laughter as you reached the end of the messages from your friend. You felt bad for leaving her behind but from your perspective of her from the past two weeks you think she'll be fine and in no time she'll be best friends with the entire team.

As you approach the gates of the academy with your earbuds plugged into your ears with your eyes staring down at your phone thinking of a reply for F/l/n-san, you don't notice a certain boy in front of you and he seems to not have noticed you either as the two of you eventually collide into each other which ends up with you on the ground, an earbud falling out in the process.

You keep your composure calm as it was your fault and your gaze eventually lands on a boy that wears the Fukurodani uniform quite strictly. Typically the boys will unbutton the jacket but he keeps it buttoned up and it seemed like his tie was also ironed that morning. You shift your gaze up to his face, a sharp glint in his eyes, almost like he's calculating his every move constantly. Much to his clothing, his hair seems to be the most untidiness part of his, frayed in several directions but it fits the way his face is shaped, making him look rather handsome.

Eventually, you notice the hand he placed out for you to reach for god knows how long as you were admiring his beauty. You grab it and feel the callouses he has all over them, must be a sports player you muse.

"Thank you,, uh--," you begin as you get a better look at his features face to face, seeming to click within your mind that you've seen him before, or at least a glimpse of him.

"Akaashi, Akaashi Keiji." He responds calmly. "Are you okay?"

You give him a slight nod as you release your grasp from his hand before fidgeting with your own. "Sorry, that was completely my fault, my name is L/n, Y/n". You say as you give him a nervous laugh trying to not lock your eyes into his. He gives you a small smile before saying it was alright and that he hadn't been paying much attention either. The two of you stand there for a good couple of seconds before you let out another nervous chuckle.

"Well, I'm gonna go this way now Akaashi-kun, see you around school!" You say as you wave bye to him.

"Mhm, see you tomorrow L/n-san," he replied before slipping away from the school leaving you alone with your thoughts. As you neared your home, you pondered over what he meant by see you tomorrow.. Was he going to track you down and demand for you to pay repercussions. You shivered at the thought of it. Only when you were about to drift into slumber you realized.

Sitting up in bed, "SO THAT'S WHO HE WAS!!" Akaashi, the mystery man, setter, and only first-year on the starting line-up of Fukurodani was the one guy able to calm down Bokuto-san and you just clumsily bumped into him and had no idea what his name was when he probably already knew yours explaining why he smiled upon your reactions.

You flung yourself around in bed not being able to sleep but eventually succumbed into slumber as the next day awaited your presence.

next chapter --->

[07-bilin]

swimmer au - haikyuu!

₊˚ପ⊹ summary: haikyuu boys as swimmers and their strokes cause your girl is a swimmer and i just see a lot of them as swimmers LMAO

₊˚ପ⊹ warnings: none

₊˚ପ⊹ a/n: ive been into haikyuu for years but im starting to get back into it due to edits on my fyp so have this lovely set of hc with my sport :) - p.s: let me know if you want more!

₊˚ପ⊹ w/c: 779

karasuno

hinata: he gives off breast-stroke vibes lowkey like that man can jump and sure as hell his legs can bend in that manner very fast-- he'd probably only do 100 breast and then during medly he would swim the 50 for their relay team. might also be in free every now and then to y'know compete against kageyama lmao.

adding on to this hinata would probably be very similar to how he is in the anime eating 24/7 and sleeping and slacking off tbh. seems like the guy who'd break his cap multiple times during regions or something costing the team a hefty sum. also the guy to write on his body with words like "eat my bubbles" and shit.

kageyama: its giving free sprinter. swims 50-100 free and occasionally the 200 in which he legitimately sprints the whole thing. hated being in relays with other people during his middle school club years, especially the 200 free cause its a "life or death" situation. eventually in his high school years he softened up a bit and gave tips to his relay members.

he makes sure to plan his carb intake days for meets. other people may think its funny but kageyama takes his yoga very seriously and it began to rub off on the other first years lowkey. is the victim to chicken fights on free days at practice resulting in him having to buy dinner for everyone.

tsukishima: for how long he is, he very much gives me a backstroke swimmer. the type of guy to say back is the best because you don't inhale as much water but every time you see a professional picture of him taken he's struggling to breathe. does 100 back and then back during medly.

in his earlier years of swimming he swam fly because he has a huge wingspan but later in his years he switched to back because he claimed that he didn't have enough strength for the stroke. (real)

nekoma

kuroo: my boy just reeks of fly swimmer. he's crazy. he does it from the 50 medly up to the 200 fly. during meets he likes to put on fake tattoos to seem "manly" but they end up washing away in the warm-up pool and the team gets in trouble for the mess.

the captain who makes sure there is a team dinner every single week. love's dryland days because he gets to show everyone how much he can lift in the weight room. is also a menace to society and will write shit to tick off other teams.

kenma: is also a breast swimmer because lowkey he likes the different feel to it. in reality its because it was called the 'froggy' stroke when he was younger. every time he comes to practice he thinks to himself why he chose a sport where he can't breathe.

that one swimmer on the team who constantly "forgets" his suit and can't swim. (kuroo carries and extra one in case this happens). has lost too many hair ties in the pool, more than he can count tbh.

fukurodani

bokuto: he is a fly/free sprinter. loves the feeling of fly when he swims it. does the 50-100 for both strokes. he's really goofy and has a whole collection of speedo's with different designs that he likes to wear on specific days of the week. do not let this man near the speaker in the weight room, he will be screaming lyrics at the top of his lungs.

he probably dq's a lot of the relays from excitement and falls in the pool sometimes. on free days he likes to go beneath the depths of the water and grab peoples legs and drag them down into the water. tries to dive off the diving boards but has always ended in belly flops or just a big splash of water. is not a morning practice type of guy.

akaashi: he gives me back/distance swimmer. he's just like yeah lemme zone out for a bit and then like 4 mins later he's done and he's like oh okay cool. for back he does the medly with bokuto as back and then for distance he does the 200 and 500 free. the type of guy to let out sighs after stretching, you for sure can hear his bones cracking as well.

during meets you can see akaashi on the bench with his sony headphones on top of his cap nodding to his music. (its probably rnb). the type to bring his own equipment to practice rather than using the faculties. bokuto and him have matching pj's they wear to every single meet.

[07-bilin]

single father miguel liking you

₊˚ପ⊹ wc: 477

₊˚ପ⊹ warnings: none just fluff

₊˚ପ⊹ relationship: miguel x teacher!reader

miguel who is the father of one of your best students gabriella who also loves you very much.

when he first heard your voice all he could think of was how sweetly you'd call his name if you were his.

miguel who was very much too embarrassed to straight up ask you on a date for months due to the fact that he hadn't been in the dating circle ever since he met gabi's now deceased-mother.

adding on to that, the small things would do to just imagine you smiling in your apartment is buying your whole amazon wishlist for your classroom and sending gabi off to give you homemade meals from the man himself.

he asked you out when it was a field day and parents were allowed to come and have fun with the kids and whilst gabriella was out playing with her friends he was left with her wonderful teacher.

the heat made him sweat profusely making him extra nervous around you and when he finally asked you he thought you declined due to it being unprofessional and whatnot but took a double look at you when he realized what you said and gawked profusely.

the rest of the day was spent with miguel just being all giddy and shy along with him coming every now and then to hand you a cup of water or a snack or two to help you stay energized through the busy day.

once the two of y'all actually start dating, he'll come by the school and wait with you in your classroom for you to be finished after he's dropped off gabi at soccer practice cause the two of you can't spend much time together other than then.

now when he sends little gifts off to you, he slips a small love note in the plastic container as a surprise when you dig into the meal.

likes to watch you present your lesson in front of him as he just loves your voice and the way you pace from place to place.

he always lets you know after a rough day at school that you can quit your teacher life and he would be happy to fund your life expenses as he truly sees the two of you getting married in the future.

when gabriella finds out the two of you are together she smiles at the thought and expresses she knew the whole time as her father had never put that much effort into getting to know her teachers in prior years.

miguel who loves to see you teach a sleepy gabi in the dim lights as it makes him feel like the family is complete.

miguel who drops you off on the first day of school and gives you a quick goodbye kiss knowing that you were no longer mrs.y/l/n and now mrs.o'hara.

[07-bilin]

about to get the miguel skin on fortnite i’m hyped and so glad it came back 🤭🤭

[07-bilin]

but i'm not her

₊˚ପ⊹ summary: reader is part of spider society and in this multiverse you have soulmates, miguel is your soulmate but you aren’t his

₊˚ପ⊹ warnings: angst, lots of angst, death, betrayal, plot twist!!

₊˚ପ⊹ relationship: miguel x fem!spider-reader

₊˚ପ⊹ wc: 1.5k

you were invited to the spider society when an anomaly entered your world and after wrapping up the fight you were greeted by the leader of the spider-society who had offered you a spot on the team which you had happily obliged to.

at first, it took some time to get used to all the different spider-people who were just like you, there were all sorts of variants, animals, peni’s, gwen’s, miles, and a ton of peter parker’s.

but the one that stood out to you the most was spider-man 2099, miguel o’hara.

sure he was a cold fella when you first met him but he had to have another side to him right?

over the next year or so you started to crack miguel’s shield until you two began to lean on each other for support.

one night that stood out very clearly in your memory between the two of you was a night when you had almost lost your life during a fight.

“y/n, are you crazy?? if i had been one second too late you would have fallen to your death, do you realize how serious this is?”

you stared at miguel in a daze as you had felt your life flash before your eyes. your webs had jammed and you were falling from a building 50ft in the air and all that raced through your mind was that you were gonna die.

fortunately for you, miguel had caught you in a blink of an eye and was now scolding you for what had just occurred.

“okay okay i get it, it’s my fault and i’m sorry i scared you like that..”

miguel let out a loud groan before pulling you into a hug and whispering something only the two of you could hear.

“don’t ever do that again, it scared me, i care about you.”

you let out a small chuckle as you relaxed into his embrace and as you stroked his back you realized you had fallen for the stone-cold man

over the next course of the weeks, you two had practically been inseparable other than the time he spent in his universe you two were stuck like peas.

the two of you hung out so much to the point you felt like he also had feelings for you.

but you were proven wrong when she stepped into the image.

she was a girl who miguel had met in his world, she was funny, smart, and could cook! but most of all, she was another variant of you.

eventually, miguel drifted away from you and started to cozy up on the other you which left a void for you to fill with absolutely nothing.

it was heartbreaking to know that miguel loved you, just, it wasn’t you. but i mean, shocker right? the man who absolutely loves keeping the canon intact and risking it all for some relationship that could cause an anomaly? no way that was happening on his watch!

you watched in sadness as you saw the two of them getting along so happily, laughing and cracking jokes— just like how you and miguel used to.

“miguel, if you ever need someone to lean on, you know i’ve always got your back!”

miguel’s breath hitched a little at her words, it gave him a sense of deja vu, almost like he had heard it somewhere before.

before he could put a finger on the familiar sensation, he had a sense that someone was watching him and as he scanned his office as he caught sight of a spider lurking.

“mi alma, wait here for a second while i go and take care of some business okay?”

he gave his variant of you a quick kiss on the head before he swang off to go find the individual who had been spying on the couple.

"y/n, what are you doing?"

you flinched as you heard his low voice behind you and muttered a small lie.

"was just going to report a mission, usual business, sorry for interrupting."

"if there's nothing left, have to go back to my universe, kinda got something big going on!"

miguel watched as you disappeared into the orange vortex and even after several minutes you had been gone he stood in the same place waiting for you to just pop out but you never did.

"Si tan solo supieran por qué lo hice, creo que entenderían."

"the anomaly is in sight, be prepared y/n"

"alrighty, here we go lyla!!"

the anomaly was a variant of your doc ock except this one was extremely more futuristic than yours.

swinging from side to side, you manage to dodge the incoming attacks and land a few hits here and there eventually being able to slow her down.

"is that all you've got?" you yell as you disable her tentacle attachments.

unfortunately for you, that seemed to have fueled the anomaly's anger causing her to bring out some sort of technology that you've never seen before.

dodging the incoming attacks became harder and harder as fatigue started to dwell in your muscles, after a period of time, she manages to catch you off guard which resulted in you slamming straight into a building.

"holy shit, now that one sure did hurt.." you groan out in pain as you clutch your abdomen.

you pick yourself up and quickly call into your watch to call for backup as you swing yourself onto a higher building to get a good angle.

what you didn't expect for who to come was miguel, it had been quite some time since the two of you had even talked ever since that small little conversation.

it seemed he hadn't expected you to be there either as he flashed you a sort of look you couldn't quite put a finger on to what he was thinking.

"well, a little help here?" you mutter as you feel the adrenaline in your body wearing off.

before you could hear a reply he swung into action to clean up the mess you couldn't have finished which left you to catch your breath for a few seconds.

following the brief moment of rest, your watch started to chime indicating something big was happening.

"canon event happening.." you whispered as you stared at the hologram.

who's canon event? there couldn't possibly be another spider here other than you and miguel, but maybe there was, whatever it was you swung yourself back into action hoping to find miguel to explain what needed to happen in order for the canon to occur.

you saw his figure clearly 7ft away and called for him.

"MIGUEL! CANON EVENT, WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?"

hearing your voice he gazes over at you and his mask depicts one of surprise like he hadn't seen it coming either which was odd. he manages to snap out of it and yell back at you.

"STAY OUT OF THIS Y/N, GO BACK TO HEADQUARTERS OR SOMETHING!"

your face contorts at the sudden command, rather than obliging you swing yourself into combat once more syncing with the man beside you.

it had been going oh so well, but you should have known that it was too good to be true.

just as the two of you held the villain down with your webs, some sort of green fog pursed out of its tentacles enveloping the area you and miguel had been in.

you coughed as the weird fog made you feel weak, faltering you felt yourself drifting in and out of consciousness, miguel sensed this and dropped the villain quickly into prison before rushing to your side just as your grasp loosened on your webs.

as the two of you dropped onto a ledge, miguel pulled your mask off revealing a horrifying sight. your body was bruised and battered up, the haze you consumed not making it any better.

"Joder, esto no se suponía que sucediera."

your breathing was irregular as you stared at the man whom you've loved oh so much in the past time you've been a part of the society.

"miguel, i think it's time, i just want to tell you one thing," you choke out as the oxygen flowing into you made it even harder to continue your words.

"please don't die, it wasn't supposed to be you, i thought i fixed it, i thought i changed it." he rambled as tears threaten to spill from his eyes.

you smiled softly as you understood what he meant, he wasn't trying to replace you, he was trying to save you.

"thank you for everything, thank you for inviting me to your society, i've learned many things over the years, and most of all, thank you for letting me love you."

the tears gushed out as he heard your last words, the water prickling her face, with all her remaining strength, she cupped his face and caressed it softly until her body falls limp leaving the leader of the spider society to mourn as he clenches her battered body close to his own.

"canon event completed."

₊˚ପ⊹ translations:

Si tan solo supieran por qué lo hice, creo que entenderían. - if only you knew why I did it, I think you'd understand.

Joder, esto no se suponía que sucediera - fuck, this wasn't supposed to happen

Mi alma - my soul

₊˚ପ⊹ a/n: felt like writing this after i saw a prompt like this on tiktok but added a little twist of my own it, hope you enjoyed >D<

[07-bilin]

cooking up a fic before i leave for a cruise for a week

[07-bilin]

sick miggy

₊˚ପ⊹ summary: miguel is sick so reader decides to come and check up on him >:)

₊˚ପ⊹ relationship: miguel x spider-person!reader

₊˚ପ⊹ warnings: nothing really just fluff >D<, this is comic-miguel coded

₊˚ପ⊹ wc: 327

"lyla? i thought i told you to shut down for a while so i could rest"

miguel groaned as he heard no response from the ai and continued his slumber until his ears picked up on hushed voices followed by a clammer outside of his room.

sitting up from his position, he inched towards his door, a little wobbly but it would have to do as he attempted to be quiet.

"lyla, you're 100% sure he's fast asleep right??"

"of course y/n, last time i checked his vital signs he was deep in slu-"

a bit perplexed by the sudden cut off from lyla's words you scanned the room sensing nothing suspicious until a loud clang was heard and you spun around quickly having your webs hit the light switch to see miguel on the floor.

you tore your mask off and chuckled as you stared at your sick lover.

"looking good miguel!"

"lyla"

now sat together in comfortable silence in miguels room, you smile as you gaze over at the man who was typically sarcastic, stone-cold and a bit of a tyrant turn into a baby kitten.

"c'mon miggy, take your pills, i even got your favorite cup!"

you wave around a mug that reads "the world's greatest brain" as you try to coax the big kitten into taking his medication.

he sighs as he eventually gives in to your pleads and gulps the two pills down and sinks back into his comforter.

"feeling better now?"

miguel looks at you and pauses his words for a brief moment and deciding to wrap you into his embrace enveloping you into his body heat.

"that's better"

you wrap your arms around his neck and lean down and give him a small kiss and smile as you see his eyes give a small twinkle.

you were going to be the death of him, and you knew it.

"y/n, tell me a story to make it stop hurting."

₊˚ପ⊹ a/n: don't know if i like this or not but im extremely sleep deprived so im gonna post this then sleep lmao night night guys :D

[07-bilin]

just saw a cockroach whag the shock do i do‼️

[07-bilin]

forced to mingle

₊˚ପ⊹ summary: reader asks miguel to accompany her to a bar where they have a few drinks

₊˚ପ⊹ relationship: miguel x fem!reader

₊˚ପ⊹ warnings: miguel is a little mean? spanish-dict spanish

₊˚ପ⊹ wc: 1.2k

tapping away at his keys, miguel's eyes were glued to his monitors. he can't quite remember how long he had been at the office but it must have been a period as his office space showed cups of coffee sprawled everywhere with takeaway food at the foot of his seat given by a certain someone.

"whos there?" he snarled as his ears picked up on a person entering his premises.

"whoops, you caught me again!" you exclaimed as you gingerly walked closer to the center of his office.

"wonder how you always know im here--" you trail as you look at the mess that's accumulated while you've been out sick for a few days.

he grunts as he continues typing away on his keyboard every now and then scribbling a couple of notes along the way.

you sit there quietly for a few minutes by his side before boredom overtakes you and you pop the question you've been waiting to ask since you've returned to work.

"wanna go to the bar? might help you cool down and take a break," you question as you glance at some of the papers near you.

miguel stops whatever he's doing for a brief moment and questions you.

"and why would i do that?"

you give him a light chuckle before replying.

"c'mon, don't you wanna live a little, for all i know, im your only friend!"

miguel chokes a little hearing your reply.

"since when were we, friends?"

"since joining alchemex! you know we are the only ones who are similar in age, everyone else are a bunch of oldies."

you scoff as you get ready to leave as you realize the curly-haired man wasn't going to budge.

miguel observes you for a second as he thinks about what you said. you two were the youngest at alchemex. although he could care less for his peers as he joined at a young age, he forgot that there were still other people out there who wished to become all buddy-buddy with their coworkers.

just as you were about to exit the isolated office, you hear a loud sigh followed by a string of curses in spanish.

"okay, but only this once, and you're paying for the drinks."

you swing around to face the voice and beam at him.

"knew you couldn't resist a good drink after work! im cool with covering the cost, meet you in the lobby!"

miguel watches your frame as it skips out the doors and he places a hand on his face realizing what his words just caused.

"ay, dios mío"

the two of you end up going to a bar nearby the head-quarters of alchemex and settle down, for all miguel knew, this was going to be a long night.

after getting the first round of your drinks, the tension in the air lowers as the two of you sit quietly in the corner.

you swirl your drink as you hold it in your hands and peer at the man next to you who seemed to have barely touched his glass.

"not much of a drinker?"

he frowns as he nods his head and then sticks his hand into the basket of fries, opting to munch on those rather than sipping on the drink he had ordered.

you chuckle as you stare at his appearance in front of you. you had really done it now, you finally got the man you've had a massive crush on to come out with you and all the two of you are doing is just sitting there doing nothing.

miguel sighs as he looks at the time, he really shouldn't be out doing this as the head of human genetics but here he was, dragged along to your antics and for whatever reason he agreed as soon as he heard your reasoning, it gave him a fuzzy feeling hearing you call him your friend.

"i should go"

not wanting for this moment to end you hold onto his arm and pulled him down which was surprisingly harder than you expected and declared.

"not before we get drunk tonight!"

in the end, the only one who got drunk was you, miguel groaned as he held your body tight to his as he swang from building to building in search of your apartment that you had drunkenly given directions to.

eventually, he finds it and opens the window to your apartment and sets you down on the, couch and goes to fill a glass of water for you.

when he comes back he sees you've sat up, but your face looks a little weird, almost like you were going to throw up on him.

"no puedo mas, no puedo mas, no puedo mas."

just like it couldn't get any worse, miguel was there in your apartment, cleaning up your puke that had splattered everywhere on the floor to his suit.

after the mess, he leaned down to where you lay looking much better than before, and watched you quietly as you squirmed around in your slumber.

just as he was leaving, he felt a small tug at his sleeve and a faint whisper.

"thank you mig-- always knew you were a huge softie underneath that mean-looking demeanor, you always have a way of tugging at my heartstrings."

miguel's eyes fix on your figure once more, mouth agape as things began to click. he didn't have many friends but one thing for sure is that he knew that your friendly behavior was not just you being friendly. but the favors you had done never had any ill intentions therefore he never questioned them.

all the times you came by and gave him food to make sure he didn't starve-- even as going as far as to give him empanadas from his favorite restaurant that he absentmindedly said in the middle of a haze.

that wasn't the weirdest part about the situation though, he didn't find it bizarre that you felt this way, in fact, he felt a sense of relief, almost like he felt the same.

he groaned as his mind was all over the place and as he was sinking further into his thoughts he was reminded of where he was by the sudden sounds you made.

he was still a little shaken up but he felt his mouth curve up before he exited your home through the window.

you woke up aching everywhere as you flip around until you eventually find your phone.

you examine your notifications to see one in particular that catches your eye.

"miguel o'hara.."

you whisper as you slide open the message that had been sent at the crack of dawn.

*hope you slept well, you were right about the whole decompressing thing, i liked it a lot, so how about going to a cafe to talk this time, for real, it's a date.*

you had to have reread the message over ten times before the memories flooded back into your mind of your drunkard form the night prior.

you screamed into your pillow, feeling the heat catch up to your face as the only thing that filled your mind was how embarrassed you were.

on the other hand, miguel checked his phone as soon as he heard the chime go off and chuckled as he saw your reply, it was a cute emoticon.

"looks like someone is in love"

"cállate lyla."

₊˚ପ⊹ a/n: so sorry if this was dragged out, i had no idea what to do after the bar part so it may seem a little ooc for miguel the farther it goes.

[07-bilin]

beautiful stranger

₊˚ପ⊹ summary: in which you meet miguel on a train as a stranger but as time passes, your relationship progresses.

₊˚ପ⊹ relationship: miguel x fem!reader

₊˚ପ⊹ author’s note: based off of laufey’s song beautiful stranger :)

₊˚ପ⊹ wc: 1.1k

“beautiful stranger sitting right there”

it was a part of your routine, using the train to commute your way to work, except one new thing in, particular, had caught your eye, a man that you had never seen before.

before you knew it, anytime you used public transportation, your eyes would be searching for his frame, and every time you searched, your eyes would land on that familiar frame sitting there reading a newspaper.

“i swore that he smiled and i felt my heart drop”

you were coming back from a rough day at work but you couldn’t help it as you glanced around the train, it was a time of day when everything was in a buzz and as you squeezed your way through, you found an empty seat and snatched it up before anyone could take it.

once settled in, you peer over at the stranger next to you, to your surprise, it had been the one you were searching for once you entered the tram.

almost like he felt the stare, he was met with your gaze and you found yourself dazed staring at his crimson eyes, giving a shy smile. he smiled back and just like the moment had come, it left as he immersed himself back into his newspaper.

“would i know his name? --- maybe we would have exchanged a few words”

it was late at night, it was only you two on the train, your eyes had taken multiple peeks at him throughout the ride, and you were sure he had noticed your longing gazes.

the train shook causing you to lose your grip on the pole catching the attention of the curly-haired man.

he was quick on his feet and even quicker with his words asking with a tone of concern laced within it.

“are you okay?”

you shook your head with a reply and he let out a soft sigh, one that seemed too big for something as little as this but you shook the thoughts out of your mind. he paused for a brief moment with his mouth agape before revealing his thoughts.

“i seem to bump into you a lot, my name is miguel o’hara, if you ever need to save a seat, let me know”

he handed his phone over tense.

you stood there for a second bewildered by the sudden step between you two. you took the phone in your hands and typed in the digits along with expressing your words.

“my name is y/n, y/n y/l/n.”

you reply with a softness in it and smile at him.

“a fairytale moment could have occurred”

it seemed unreal, it was just yesterday he was just some guy you had admired from afar and now here you are, him in your bed sleeping soundly next to you.

it started with a couple of texts taking his offer of saving you a seat on the busy subway of new york and it eventually spiraled into him asking you for coffee and the relationship just seemed to take off, almost like you were meant to meet him on the train.

the bed shifted a bit and his back had changed to his face smiling down at you.

“can’t sleep mi amor?” he whispered as he caressed your cheek.

you hum at his words and reply, “just deep in thought”

“what are you thinking about?” he mused.

“just how it was a miracle we met” you answer as you lean into his touch.

he chuckles at this and pulls you in and kisses the top of your head.

“oh really? i say its fate we met” miguel claims as he continues to pepper your head with love.

you laugh at his words and give him a playful hit.

“im serious!” he retorts. “i believe that in every universe, we are together, and i mean it from the bottom of my heart.”

“but my beautiful stranger will have to remain; a stranger until i see him again.”

new york was in chaos.

people running in all sorts of directions, but it was strange, there was nothing in sight that could have caused fear to arise in the citizens, so why were they running?

a figure clad in a blue and red suit was swinging from building to building with webs in a frantic state, almost like he was in despair, different from the rest, almost like he knew this was going to be the reality and that it had hit him it was happening once more.

then he spot her, confused, standing there, almost like she was waiting for someone to come in and save the day.

“miguel!” you yelled out as you saw him rapidly approach you.

he scooped you up in his arms and gave you a tight hug, it felt like it’d be the last time you’d feel his touch.

“we’re going to be all right, right miguel? you can save us..” you pleaded as you held his body tight to you.

you could see his face falter beneath the mask, no no this can’t be happening you thought to yourself, miguel was spider-man, the protector of new york, he had to have some sort of idea of how to fix things, right? he had to be able to figure out how to make everything stop glitching.

just as the thought came to you, you felt a sharp sensation that zipped to your whole body that caused a pain to make you fall to your knees.

miguel stared at her figure as he dropped down with her as she fell. it was happening again, his sweet y/n was slipping from his grasp once more. 

his mask dissipated from his face allowing for you to stare at it one last time.

you took his face in your hands and held them with the little strength you held, miguel gripped on to your arms not ready to let you go once more.

“this is it,” you gulped, “this is the end.” you sputter as you stare at your lover.

“no no, mi amor, i can’t go through this again” he stuttered as he felt the tears spill out.

you give your lover a sad smile as his words that night click in your mind at the edge of death. you give his arm a tight squeeze before you feel yourself glitch once more, for good this time.

the figure sits there as new york is no longer a chaotic mess with the sound of screams but with the soft pelts of rain filling the empty world, just as the world was there months prior, it had now glitched into thin air.

“my beautiful stranger will have to remain, a love that came and left with this train, my beautiful stranger.”

[07-bilin]

miguel o’hara

₊˚ପ⊹ it takes two - fluff

₊˚ପ⊹ stood up - fluff

₊˚ପ⊹ beautiful stranger - angst

₊˚ପ⊹ forced to mingle - fluff

₊˚ପ⊹ sick miggy - fluff

₊˚ପ⊹ but i’m not her - angst

₊˚ପ⊹ single father miguel liking you - fluff drabble

₊˚ପ⊹ spider-cat and miggy - fluff

[07-bilin]

masterlist

₊˚ପ⊹ miguel o’hara works

₊˚ପ⊹ haikyuu works

[07-bilin]

it takes two

₊˚ପ⊹ summary: miguel and you are playing the game ‘it takes two’ and boy has it caused some arguments between you two.

₊˚ପ⊹ relationship: miguel x fem!reader 

₊˚ପ⊹ warnings: spanish-dict spanish (you’ve been warned)

₊˚ ପ⊹ wc: 552

₊˚ପ⊹ author’s note: made this cause me and my friend (@1800classiccherries) recently decided to play the game and we cursed at each other when we got to the stage where we had to use the hammer and nails lmao.

“MIGUEL, MOVE TO YOUR RIGHT-- NONO THAT'S YOUR LEFT... Y’KNOW WHAT, JUST HAND ME THE CONTROLLER,” you yell as you storm out of your office and enter the shared living space where your perplexed boyfriend is standing with a controller in his hands.

as you snatch the controller out of his hands he glares at you and his face scrunches up as he watches the screen intently as you successfully land on the platform that you’ve been waiting for ages for him to succeed at.

you look over at him and swing the controller to his build urging him to take it so the two of you could begin on the next stage.

“do you want me to give you another tutorial or do you got it?” you ask in a more patient tone than the one you had been using today.

miguel stares at you, a bit salty still as there has been more crabby you and less pleasant you today as this game has driven you absolutely insane.

at first, he thought it was a great idea when you suggested it as the two of you had been a little short on what to do for fun recently so he immediately hopped on to the bandwagon. boy was it a bad idea cause it seemed to take the demon out of you and his poor gaming skills to light.

he grunts before grabbing the controller out of your grasp and mumbles, “ya estamos otra vez..”

once more, the two of you are at it again, although still rusty, miguel has seemed to improve in the short amount of time given, and just as he was doing fine, he fucks up.

“oh my gosh, for the last time--,” you groan. “miguel, use your spider-sense or something!! oh, wait.. you don’t have one--” you shout across the apartment.

“mi amor, vas a ser la muerte de mí.” miguel groans as he slaps a hand across his face and falls back on the couch.

too bored to continue, you shut the game down and sneak out and hop onto the couch next to miguel, and you notice him still a little irritated from the game itself and your behavior that day.

“miggy, you mad?” you pry as you poke at his bicep trying to get a peek at his face.

he removes his hand from his face and glares at you and gives you a look that reads, ‘what do you think’. you blink your eyes before leaning in and peppering his face with kisses all around until giving one small peck on his lips before leaning back to your prior position.

“still mad?” you ask with a small smirk on your lips as you can tell he is already starting to soften up.

his frown stays for a while longer before his mouth slightly curves up and he scoops you into his arms and replies, “i’ll forgive you this once hermosa.”

you give a celebratory yay and cup his face before giving him a smooch.

“love you lots miggy, sorry for me being mean today, i’ll make sure to tone it down next time,” you note as you stare up at your lover.

he nods his head at the comment before he mumbles softly into your skin.

“te amo también mi querida“

₊˚ପ⊹ translations: 

- ya estamos otra vez (here we go again)

- mi amor, vas a ser la muerte de mí (my love, you’re going to be the death of me)

- hermosa (beautiful)

- te amo también mi querida (i love you too my darling)