wiselyghost

[wiselyghost]

Fallen

Author's note: Okay, so I’ve been absolutely obsessed with Wave to Earth lately (their music is so good, it’s basically in my veins at this point). While listening to their playlist, "Homesick" came on, and I just had this realization: it matches so perfectly with that one moment when Hinata gets sick and can't play—it hit me right in the heart. So, naturally, I had to write about it. This is pure anguish, and now you all get to experience it too. (I highly recommend listening to the song while reading so you can feel the full impact!)

"Think about how to win."

The Gym's roaring noise begins to fade, like the hum of static in the background. He's on his knees, breath shallow, body trembling, hands gripping the floor beneath him. His teammates' voices echo, offering comfort, telling him that it's okay to rest, that this ins't the end.

But it feels like the end of everything.

Fearless behavior

Their words don't reach him. He's drowning in his own mind, replaying every moment, every mistake, every second he wasn't fast enough, strong enough. His heart feels like it's cracking under the weight of their words, the reality of being left behind

It doesn't exist in me anymore

His hands tremble as he slowly pulls himself up to sit on the cold floor. The lights overhead blur and fade in his vision. He stares down at the ground, unable to lift his gaze. His breath comes in sharp, uneven gasps, as if each one takes more effort than the last.

I'm lost in my dreams, oh, oh

The thoughts cut through him like a knife. How could he let this happen? How could he be the one to let his team down? He was supposed to be the one who soared—who fought through it all and never backed down. Instead, he's here, in the waiting room, crushed under the wight of his own failure.

Erase me from here and set me free

He rubs his eyes, feeling the tears threatening to spill. He didn't want this. He didn't want to feel like this. he wanted to be on the court, to feel the ball in his hands, to hear the crowd scream for him. But that was taken from him, in the blink of an eye, replaced with nothing but the sterile smell of the hospital room and the silence of the waiting area.

All, all I wanted was to fly high (oh-oh-oh)

The words echo in his mind, a haunting refrain. He grips the edge of the seat harder, his knuckles turning white. The reality hits him in waves—his dream, his fight, his future on the team... all of it is slipping away from him, and he can't catch it.

His mind spirals, his chest tightens with every thought. Why didn't he try harder? Why didn't he push through the pain? He feels like he's falling, but this time, there's no one to catch him.

I can't believe...

He closes his eyes, leaning back in the chair. The words are on repeat, crashing against his mind like a relentless storm. The ceiling above him spins, and he's falling again, caught in the pull of self-doubt. The court, the fans, the game—all of it feels so far away. The memory of being on the court, the rush of excitement, the energy of the game—it feels like another life.

He clutches at his chest, as if trying to hold himself together, as if somehow that will keep the breaking parts of him intact.

My wings are broken

But he’s not falling freely. No, this is different. This is a crash. It’s an impact with the ground that rattles his bones. And in that moment, he realizes: He can’t fix it. Not now.

His body is shaking, but it’s not just the physical pain—it’s deeper than that. His heart aches, his mind spirals, and all he can think about is the loss. The loss of the one thing he thought he could always do, the one thing that made him feel alive.

And fell against the sky, oh

The tears come then, hot and silent, as they fall freely down his cheeks. He doesn't wipe them away. He doesn’t try to hide it. It’s too much now—the weight of it all, the sense of helplessness.

Oh, will you please take me home?

And as he stares at the floor, his vision clouded by tears, he feels the full weight of the emptiness settle over him. The court, the game, his teammates—they feel so far away now. And all he’s left with is the suffocating silence, the emptiness inside him.

[wiselyghost]

💙 When They Realized They Fell in Love With You

⤷ Warnings: none | includes: Kuroo, Bokuto, Hinata, Atsumu, Suna

⤷ long format | soft romance | emotional realizations | fluff with feelings

⤷ Sorry if it's ooc............

🐾 Kuroo tetsurō - He falls for your smile.

You're curled up on the couch with Kuroo, blanket over your laps, the light from the TV flickering against your skin. It's some cheesy sci-fi film he insisted you'd "hate so much you'd love it,' and you're both half-watching, half-narrating every awful line.

You reach for the popcorn at the same time he does, fingers brushing. You laugh softly. He glances over, already smiling, ready with some dumb remark—but the words never come.

You're lit only by the soft light of the screen, your smile worn ear to ear, he's favorite sound echoing in the room. Your laughter. Your hair falls into place. The air in his lungs get knocked right the fuck out. As his eyes widen at you, he brings his hand to his left chest where his heart should be, it aches for you and only you, only now is he really realizing it.

You notice his stare "What?"

He swallows the hollow lump in his throat.

"Nothin'... you just look cute when you're judging bad CGI."

You giggle. "Oh shut up, you're the one who picked it."

But he doesn't respond right away—because all he can think is oh. So this is what falling in love feels like. It's not loud. It's not dramatic. It's just... you, here, close enough to touch, and it's enough to undo him.

🦉 Bokuto Kōtarō - He falls for your laugh.

He's telling you some absurd, made-up joke—something about owls and protein powder—and you're howling. Your laughter is the kind that comes from your belly, the kind that makes your eyes crinkle and your hand smack his arm mid-giggle.

And Bokuto, being Bokuto, gets too excited reenacting the punchline and stumbles backward, tripping over a dumbbell he swore he moved.

You rush over, trying not to laugh more. "Bo! Are you okay?"

He groans dramatically. "I'm fine, but the floor definitely hit back."

You reach out your hand to help him, and as he looks up at you—laughing, flushed with joy, lit up by the warm sunset through the window—he sees everything.

Your smile. The golden lighting kissing your skin. The way your eyes shine when you look at him like he's your favorite part of the day.

And it slips out.

"I think I love you."

You blink. "...What?"

His eyes widen. "Wait—did I say that out loud?"

You laugh even harder, cheeks flushed now too. "Yes, you big dork."

He accepts your help off the floor, wrapping you in a hug so tight you squeak. "Well. I meant it."

🔥 Hinata Shōyō - He falls for the way you feel like home.

The sun's low, casting a soft golden hue into the apartment as your favorite slow song comes on. You're standing in the kitchen, swaying slightly with a glass of juice in your hand, eyes twinkling as you look at him.

"Dance with me?"

Hinata blinks. "Like... now?"

"Yes," you grin, tugging his hand. "C'mon. It's romantic."

He laughs, a little awkward, a little flustered, but follows you anyway. He's clumsy at first, bouncing too much on his toes, but you guide him—hands on his shoulders, moving gently together by the sink.

You ask him about practice, His favorite part of the day, and he talks with that usual spark. But then he looks down at you midsentence—and it hits him all at once.

Your head resting against his chest. Your content little sigh. How peaceful this feels. He wants this every day. He wants you every day.

“Y/N?” he says, softly.

“Hm?”

He smiles so wide it hurts. “This is my new favorite part of the day.”

🩹 Atsumu Miya – He falls for your voice.

He’s on a road trip with his team and calls you from the bus. It's late, and his voice is soft, tired but warm.

“You still awake?” he asks.

You are. You were waiting for him.

You talk about nonsense—the snacks he bought, how cramped the ride is, some weird music Suna put on. But then there’s a quiet pause. He hears you yawn.

“You should sleep, babe,” he says.

“M’kay. But I like hearing your voice.”

He goes quiet.

“What?” you ask.

“…I was gonna wait ‘til I got back, but…” He exhales. “I’m in love with you.”

You freeze. He’s rambling now, nervous. “I mean, I’ve probably been in love with you for a while, but like—now I’m aware of it, and—”

“Atsumu.”

“Yeah?”

“I love you too.”

The grin on his face is instant, pure. He tucks himself against the window and whispers, “Can’t wait to come home.”

📱 Suna Rintarō - he falls for your everything.

It's 11pm and you've dragged Suna out because you're craving ice cream. He grumbles about it but still shows up in sweats and a hoodie, car keys dangling from his fingers.

You're half-asleep in the snack aisle, comparing flavors while watches from behind the cart.

You're babbling about your favorite toppings, the weird candy combinations you like, and your bare face is soft and sleepy, hair tied up messily. You look like home.

This? This is it.

Not candlelit dinners or perfect dates. This—you in pajamas under fluorescent lights, waving around a pint of mint chocolate chip—is what love feels like.

He walks up, plucks the ice cream from your hand, and tosses it in the cart.

"You're buying that," he says.

"Why?"

"Cause I'm in love with you and I say so."

You blink.

"Rin."

"What?"

"You can't just drop that in aisle seven."

He shrugs. "You wanted ice cream. I gave you romance."

💌 Reblogs & likes appreciated! 💭 commissions open | do not repost

[wiselyghost]

 🏀 KNB boys react to you challenging them to a 1v1...but you're terrible

🩵 scenario: you challenge your basketball boyfriend to a 1v1 match… unfortunately, you possess the athletic grace of a paper bag in the wind. chaos, love, and secondhand embarrassment follow.

🔗 warnings: crack fic | you're already dating them | fluff + dumbassery | unathletic reader | some light cussing

📎 note: for entertainment purposes only, i fear you would not survive a real game against these freaks. (Guess who's my favorite 🤭)

🐯 Kagami Taiga

He's excited. Way too excited. The minute you challenge him, he's stretching, cracking his neck, spinning the ball on one finger like he's warming up for the NBA Finals. "Don't hold back, alright?" he grins, bouncing on his toes. But he should've known something was off the moment you dribbled it with both hand like a toddler and sprinted full-speed into the pole. "...Wait—are you seriously—" You jump back up with confidence (and a bruised ego), but now he's panicking. "You sure you don't wanna sit down? Mabey some water? First aid???" Still, he humors you. He plays soft at first... until you try to trash talk. "You scared, Taiga?" That's when he dunks so hard the hoop shakes and you swear the earth tilted. "You ASKED for this," he says, out of breath, laughing as you flop to the ground in defeat.

🧢 Aomine Daiki

He grins like the devil when you challenge him. "Aww, how cute. You think you've got a chance?" It takes ten seconds for him to double over laughing. You try to crossover, and instead cross yourself out of bounds. "YOU SAID YOU PLAYED ONCE IN HIGH SCHOOL—" "Yeah! Once! And I quit after i got hit in the face with the ball!" He doesn't even try anymore. He's laying on the floor mid-court as you "Dribble" (Chase the ball like a lost toddler). "Yo, babe—are you... are you trying to do a layup or summon a demon?" Eventually, he lets you score—then immediately scores 20 in a row while smirking. "Oops. My hand slipped~" 💛 Kise Ryouta

"Ehhh~?! You wanna go against me?" He gasps like you just proposed. "You're so bold! So cool! So inspiring!" He hypes you up to the point you believe you're capable of greatness... Then you throw the ball straight into his face. The gasp he lets out is drama-king level. Falls to his knees holding his nose like you just ended his modeling contract. "BABE MY FACE!!! I HAVE SHOOTS NEXT WEEK!!!" You're apologizing and he's whimpering dramatically... until you offer to kiss it better. He perks up immediately. "Okay fine, I forgive you. But you're buying me boba and massaging my ego later~" (You don't even finish the game. He just posts you on his story with “💛 my #1 fan… not my #1 baller lol 💛” )

🧊 Akashi Seijuro

He says nothing at first. Just nods. “As you wish.” You’re barely into your first possession when he pauses. Blinks. Adjusts his stance. “Your form is… unusual.” You’re hunched over. Palming the ball like it’s a melon. Shooting like it’s a dodgeball. “…Have you ever played this sport before?” You lie. “Yes.” He tilts his head. “Interesting. You appear to be actively losing to gravity.” Instead of playing you seriously, he walks over and calmly starts correcting you like a private coach. “Here. Like this.” He adjusts your hands. Moves your feet. His voice is calm but you can feel the judgment in his soul. The game never finishes. He buys you a milk tea and says, “I admire your confidence. Let’s never speak of this again.”

🍬 Murasakibara Atsushi

"Eh... too much work," he groans when you first challenge him. You promise snack if he plays, and now suddenly he's 7 feet of grumpy motivation. "Only 'cause you said there's gummies after." You try to start the match seriously, but the moment you do a sad little dribble that bounces back into your own shin, he squints. "Are you even trying?" he mumbles, standing completely still as you huff and puff past him like a lost puppy. He doesn't even chase you. He just holds the ball over your head like a toddler with candy. You jump. he yawns. "So sloooow~" Eventually, he just scoops you up, grabs the ball, and walks both of you to the hoop. "Atsushi! You can't dunk me—" "Mm. Too late." He gently deposits you into the net like laundry and then turns to you with the most deadpan voice: "I win. Feed me." You ask for a rematch. He lays flat on the floor and says, "Nope. I'm retired."

🎯 Midorima Shintarō

The minute you say "1v1 me," he visibly frowns. "This is a waste of time. You'll hurt yourself." You ignore him. You're full of passion. He's full of regret. And then you start the game... and he's left blinking behind his glasses in pure disbelief. You throw the ball backwards. You run with your in the air like you're doing jazzercise. You yell "KOBE" and miss the backboard entirely. "...What the hell was that?' He says nothing more the next five minutes—just silently adjusts his glasses every time you embarrass yourself anew. But he stays. Watches every tragic attempt. And when it's over, hands you a towel and says, "Your lucky item for today was a sports magazine. Clearly, it didn't work." You laugh. He sighs. And somehow, he still buys you lunch after. (And mutters "idiot" under his breath, but with love.)

📎 don’t repost, translate, or copy my work. reblogs = sweet love 💙 💌 want a custom fic? check my commissions & request info here

[wiselyghost]

🎭 They react to you...

pretending to faint so they catch you... at least they tried-

(haikyuu!! crack fic | gn!reader | chaotic energy only)

Featuring: Bokuto, Suna, Kageyama, Hinata, Nishinoya, Kurro

🏐 Bokuto Koutarou You dramatically clutch your chest and stumble forward like a Shakespearean tragedy. “Bokuto-kun, I—” thud. He SCREAMS. Like, full volume, banshee-level panic. “Y/N?!? ARE YOU OKAY?!?” He’s already on the floor next to you, hands flailing as he tries to shake you awake like some anime side character. “OH MY GOD DID YOU FAINT?? WAS IT THE MILK? WAS IT ME?!” You open one eye. “You were supposed to catch me.” He gasps—betrayed by himself. “I PANICKED!! I THOUGHT YOU DIED!!” This man is ready to write a whole apology letter to your soul and start a CPR course immediately.

🏐 Suna Rintarou You fake a slow-motion fall right in front of him, collapsing with dramatic flair. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t flinch. Just watches you hit the ground like a bored cat watching a cup fall off a table. “Wow,” he deadpans, chewing gum. “That looked painful.” You glare up at him from the floor. “You were supposed to catch me.” Suna crouches slightly, poking your forehead with one finger like you’re a science exhibit. “I don’t get paid enough for that. Actually—I don’t get paid at all.” He straightens up and takes a picture of you. “Smile. I’m sending this to Atsumu.”

🏐 Kageyama Tobio You stumble toward him with an Oscar-worthy gasp. “Kageyama… I’m fainting—” Boom. Floor. He blinks, staring at your crumpled form like you’ve offended his ancestors. “…Why didn’t you catch me?” you mumble into the ground. “You didn’t say ‘incoming,’” he replies seriously, crossing his arms like this is a volleyball drill. “You can’t just fall randomly. There are protocols.” You sit up, dusty and betrayed. “I literally said I was fainting.” He squints at you, dead serious. “Next time, try saying it louder. With eye contact.”

🏐 Hinata Shoyo You throw yourself into a dramatic fall, arms flailing, aiming right at him. “Hinata-kun, catch meee—!” He dodges. Like this is dodgeball. You hit the floor with a bonk. “AAAAH I’M SO SORRY I PANICKED,” he yells, spinning around in circles like a guilty Roomba. “I thought it was a prank! Or maybe a test! You fall a lot, I didn’t know this one was serious!!” You wheeze from the floor. “It was a prank, dumbass.” “Oh. Nice one!” He gives you a thumbs-up, still wildly panicking.

🏐 Nishinoya Yuu You go full drama queen and collapse mid-sentence. “And I… I think I’m gonna faint—!” He actually moves like he’s going to catch you… then trips over his own foot. You both hit the ground in a tangle of limbs. “OW—wait, that was on me,” he wheezes, staring up at the ceiling. “I meant to catch you. I really did. But gravity is a jerk and I have tiny legs.” You can’t even be mad. You’re laughing too hard. Noya grins from the floor, throwing a thumbs-up. “At least we went down together!”

🏐 Kuroo Tetsurou You dramatically lean toward him, fluttering your lashes. “Kuroo… I feel faint…” He raises an eyebrow. “Is this a prank or a poorly disguised seduction attempt?” You hit the floor with a dramatic sigh. “You were supposed to catch me, you absolute menace.” He smirks, crouching beside you like he’s examining roadkill. “Why would I interfere with gravity’s natural process? Who am I to fight physics?” You throw a shoe at him. He dodges. “I could’ve been hurt!” “Don’t worry,” he says, patting your head. “I had 9-1-1 dialed. I just didn’t hit send yet.”

📎 do not repost, translate, or copy my work. reblogs are super appreciated! 💌 commissions / requests: open! feel free to DM me or check my pinned 💙

💌 want a custom fic? check my commissions & request info here

[wiselyghost]

💌 welcome to my little writing corner 💌 (haikyuu | anime | x reader | fluff, crack, angst, & more)

﹒₊˚⊹💙﹒₊˚⊹💙﹒₊˚⊹💙﹒₊˚⊹💙﹒₊˚⊹💙﹒

✨ status: commissions OPEN | requests OPEN ✨ → DM me or drop an ask if you want a custom fic! → I write short fics, headcanons, reactions, thirsts, & silly crack posts → fandoms: mainly Haikyuu!!, but I also write for Blue Lock, JJK, Kuroko's Basketball & others — just ask! → GN or fem!reader only, no male reader (for now!) → no NSFW atm, but spicy-suggestive is cool 😌

🖊️ want something specific? include:

the character(s)

type of fic (fluff, crack, angst, etc.)

any details or vibe you’re going for (I’m chill, no need to overthink it!)

📎 don’t repost, copy, or translate my work. reblogs = love 💙

﹒₊˚⊹💙﹒₊˚⊹💙﹒₊˚⊹💙﹒₊˚⊹💙﹒₊˚⊹💙﹒

[wiselyghost]

"Why is it that every time you smile, l lose focus?"

Bokuto Kōtarō x Yearbook! Fem!reader

Author's note: This is part 2! If you are looking for part 1, click here!

Warning: None! just fluff!

WEEK 2

MONDAY

It was another chaotic practice, and you were back in the gym with your camera, ready to snap a few perfect shots for the yearbook. You had to admit, the volleyball team was easy to capture—especially when Bokuto was on the court.

You were so focused on getting the perfect shot that you didn't even notice Bokuto barreling toward you. He jumped for a spike, and in that split second, you managed to snap a picture of him mid-air. his arms were outstretched, his face a mix of determination and sheer excitement. This was the shot you needed for the volleyball section.

You glanced at the image on your camera, and for a moment, you forgot where you were. The light hit him just right, and the motion was captured perfectly—he looked like he belonged on the cover of a sports magazine.

"Hey, [Y/N], what do you think?" His voice broke your concentration, and you looked up to find him grinning at you, clearly pleased with himself.

You helped up your camera, giving it a quick glance. "It's a good shot, I'll give you that," You said, teasing. "But I'm still not sure you deserve the cover."

Bokuto's grin faltered for a split second, but then his eyes sparkled with determination. "What? No way! I'm definitely cover material! No one else on the team is even close to my level of-"

he struck a dramatic pose in front of you, flexing his muscles and puffing out his chest like he was auditioning for a magazine spread. The other teammates paused and stared, and you couldn't help but laugh.

"You really are something else," you said, shaking your head, still smiling. "I'm not sure the world is ready for all this charisma."

Bokuto straightened up, clearly not fazed by your teasing. "Of course they are! Who could resist this face?" he pointed to himself dramatically, then, seeing you still smirking, added, "C/mon, you can't deny it. I'm practically a work of art."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't suppress a smile. "You're a lot of things, but 'art' might be pushing it."

He leaned in a little closer, his voice dropping to a playful whisper. "I'd say you're pretty good at capturing art... especially when it's me."

You almost missed the way his gaze lingered a little longer than usual, the teasing in his eyes softening just a bit. But before you could respond, one of his teammates shouted, pulling his attention away.

"Bokuto! Stop flirting with the photographer and get back to practice!"

Bokuto straightened up with a wink at you. "Fine, fine but you know, this is my best side. You might want to take a few more shots before l leave."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes again, but as you turned to adjust your camera settings, your heart raced for a reason you couldn't quite explain.

WEDNESDAY

The bus ride had been long, but now that the team was at the away game, you were in full yearbook mode, camera ready to capture the action. The court was electric, with the team locked in a fierce match, and you found yourself so engrossed in the game that you could almost feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins.

You clicked away, but as the score shifted in their favor, you couldn't help but smile brightly at the lead. The team was on fire, and even though you were focused on the game through your lens, you couldn't hide the joy on your face.

Bokuto, mid-serve, caught your smile from across the court. For a moment, his eyes locked with yours. His serve faltered just slightly, and you could see his concentration waver, a small grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

The match went on, and they won, but the distraction was evident. Ad the team celebrated, you made your way to the bus, your camera still in hand.

Bokuto, always full of energy, slid into the seat next to you. "You know, l've been thinking..." he began, a teasing grin on his face.

You rasied an eyebrow, looking at him. "About what?"

He looked at you seriously, but there was a spark of mischief in his eyes. "Why is it that every time you smile, l lose focus?"

You blinked, caught off guard. "What?"

He shrugged playfully, leaning closer. "it's like... when you smile, everything else just kind of fades away. Makes it harder to concentrate, you know?"

You shook your head, a soft smile tugging at your lips. "You really know how to get inside of my head, don't you?"

FRIDAY

The week had flown by, and the volleyball team was on a high after another win. As usual, you were there, camera in hand, capturing the moments for the yearbook. the gym was buzzing with energy, but somehow, all you could focus on was Bokuto.

He was always the loudest, the most energetic, the one to get everyone hyped up, but today there was something different. Maybe it was the way he kept looking in your direction during practice or the way his smile seemed to linger just a little longer whenever he caught you looking at him. Whatever it was, you couldn't shake the feeling that the distance between you two had started to close.

The game that night was intense, but even in the thick of the action, Bokuto seemed to seek you out. Every time he scored a point, his eyes would flick to yours, and he'd give you that signature grin, the one that always made your heart flutter.

At one point, he'd even run past you during a timeout, nudging your shoulder with his and giving you a wink. "Did you see that last move? I'm definitely the star of this show."

You rolled your eyes, but there was a softness in your smile as you said, “You’re something, that’s for sure.”

The game ended, and the team was celebrating in the locker room, but you were still focused on capturing some final shots for the yearbook. When you stepped outside to get a few shots of the team heading to the bus, Bokuto followed you, his usual loud energy replaced with a quieter presence.

“Hey, [Y/N],” he said, walking up beside you. “Thanks for all the pictures. Seriously.”

You glanced at him, surprised by the sincerity in his voice. “It’s my job, you know?”

He nodded but didn’t seem satisfied with that answer. “Yeah, but you make it look so easy. Like… like you really care about getting it right.” His eyes softened. “It means a lot to me.”

You felt a warmth spread through your chest at his words. You’d always known Bokuto was passionate, but hearing him speak like that made you realize there was more to him than just the showman on the court.

The bus ride home was quiet, the usual chaos of teammates being replaced with a gentle, easy silence. You and Bokuto sat together, and this time, he didn’t try to distract you with jokes or poses. He was just there, his presence comfortable beside yours.

As the bus rolled along, the rhythmic hum of the engine filling the air, the dim light from the streetlamps outside filtered through the window, casting soft shadows inside. The glow illuminated Bokuto’s face, highlighting the sharp lines of his jaw and the softness of his features. You couldn’t help but notice how the warm light made his eyes look almost… tender. He was staring out the window, lost in thought, but when your gaze shifted to him, you caught him looking back at you, his intense eyes meeting yours with an unreadable expression. The moment felt suspended in time, the bus rumbling gently beneath you both as you held his gaze.

There was no teasing in his stare, no playful challenge—just a quiet intensity, like he was seeing you in a way he hadn’t before. You felt your heart beat faster, the air between you suddenly charged with something more than just friendship.

Finally, he broke the silence, his voice low and soft, almost vulnerable. “You know, I really like spending time with you, [Y/N].”

You blinked, caught off guard by the sincerity, but the warmth in his voice made your heart flutter. “Me too,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

Bokuto smiled, his usual carefree grin returning, but this time there was something more to it. He nudged you gently with his shoulder. “Good,” he said, his tone light but with an undercurrent of something deeper. “Because I think we make a pretty good team.”

The moment lingered, and as the bus rolled on into the night, you couldn’t help but feel like something had shifted between you. Maybe it was the way he said your name or the way the light had caught his face, revealing a side of him that wasn’t just the loud, confident star of the volleyball team. Whatever it was, you knew one thing for sure—there was something more between you now.

THE FINAL PAGE

The year had passed in a blur of practices, games and stolen moments with Bokuto. Somehow, between the chaos of deadlines and the countless hours spent behind your camera, you and Bokuto had become... something. Closer more than just the star athlete and the yearbook photographer. But neither of you had put a name to it— at least, not yet.

and then, the yearbooks arrived.

The entire school buzzed with excitement as students flipped through the glossy pages, pointing out memories frozen in time. You stood in the middle of the hallway, feeling both relieved and nervous as you held the book in your hands. This was it. Your work, your long nights of editing and perfecting, all bound together in a single publication.

You barely had time to open it before a familiar voice boomed from across the hall.

“HEY, HEY, HEY! WHERE IS SHE? I NEED TO TALK TO MY FAVORITE YEARBOOK PHOTOGRAPHER!”

Heads turned as Bokuto practically barreled through the crowd, a wide grin stretched across his face as he waved his yearbook in the air. You sighed, already knowing this was going to be dramatic.

“I take it you’ve seen the volleyball page?” you said as he skidded to a stop in front of you.

“Have I seen it?” He flipped open the book with such enthusiasm that a few passing students gave him wary looks. “LOOK AT ME!”

There, dominating the center of the volleyball spread, was a full-page action shot of Bokuto mid-spike—his body perfectly framed, the gym lights casting an almost heroic glow around him. It was easily one of the best photos you’d ever taken.

“You really did make me the star,” he said, his voice quieter now, almost... awed. His fingers brushed the page before he turned to look at you. His golden eyes held something softer, something you weren’t used to seeing so openly from him.

You shrugged, pretending to be nonchalant. “Well, you wouldn’t stop talking about it, so I had to make sure you got your moment.”

He chuckled, but instead of responding, he flipped to the very last page of the yearbook and handed it to you.

You blinked in confusion before glancing down. There, written in his bold, slightly messy handwriting, was a note:

"This page was looking kinda empty, so I thought I’d add my favorite memory. Turns out, it’s not just one it’s every moment I’ve spent with you this year. Wanna make some more together?"

You felt your breath hitch slightly, your fingers tightening around the book. You looked up at him, and for once, Bokuto wasn’t loud, wasn’t grinning like an idiot—he was just watching you, waiting. A little nervous. A little hopeful.

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. “You really wrote that in your yearbook?”

He scratched the back of his neck. “I mean… yeah? Seemed like a good place to say it.”

You ran your fingers over the words again, feeling the warmth behind them. Then, meeting his eyes, you smiled. “Alright, Bokuto. Let’s make more memories.”

His grin was instant, bright and infectious. “Wait—was that a yes?”

You rolled your eyes but nodded. “Yeah, it’s a yes.”

Before you could react, he picked you up—literally lifted you off the ground in an excited hug, spinning you once before setting you back down.

“YES! This is gonna be the best thing ever,” he declared, his excitement contagious.

You shook your head, unable to stop grinning. “I don’t know how I put up with you.”

Bokuto beamed, nudging you playfully. “Lucky for you, you don’t have to just ‘put up’ with me anymore. Now you get to date the star of the volleyball page.”

You groaned, but there was no stopping the warmth blooming in your chest. Maybe he was a little ridiculous. Maybe this whole thing was, too.

But as he stood there, grinning at you like you were the only person in the crowded hallway, you realized something—you wouldn’t want it any other way.

©Wiselyghost|Don't copy, rewrite, or translate please!

[wiselyghost]

"Did you just... take a photo of me? What do you want an autograph with that?"

Kōtarō Bokuto x Yearbook!fem!reader part: 1

Fluff, Fluff, and wait is it?... MORE FLUFF

Click here for part 2!

summary: With only two weeks to perfect the volleyball page for the yearbook, the pressure is on. But when you meet Kōtarō Bokuto, the charismatic outside hitter/wing spiker, things take an unexpected turn. He’s not just aiming for the spotlight—he wants to be the star of the cover. As deadlines loom, will you and Bokuto ace this project… or will sparks fly in more ways than one?

WEEK 1

It was a typical, chaotic Saturday when you found yourself standing in front of the volleyball team, camera in hand, mentally preparing for what would be one of the most demanding weeks of your high school career. The yearbook deadline was closing in fast, and it was your job to capture the essence of the team—their victories, their moments, their spirit. But nothing could prepare you for the whirlwind of energy that was Kōtarō Bokuto.

You had never spoken to him before, but you knew of him. Everyone did. He wasn't just the ace of the volleyball team—he was a walking headline. The kind of guy you could hear before you saw. his voice carrying through the halls with an energy that could liven up even the dullest of school days. Even though he can be a bit much sometimes. some found him exhausting. Others found him hilarious. Ether way, Bokuto was a name that carried weight in your school, and now, he was about to be the center of your project.

Stepping into the gym felt like entering another world. The rhythmic squeak of sneakers against polished floors echoed through the space, blending with the sharp sounds of the ball being passed back and forth. The air was thick with the scent of sweat (which, honestly, wasn't the most pleasant part of the job).

You adjusted your camera strap and approached the team's manager, exchanging a few words before getting to work. Snapping shots of drills, quick plays, and mid-air spikes, you carefully documented every moment, occasionally pausing to jot down notes from the coach. At one point, he mentioned the upcoming away games, offering you a ride on the team bus if you needed it. Since you didn't exactly have a ride lined up, you agreed without hesitation.

Just as you finished scribbling down game dates, something caught your eyes—a flash of movement, powerful and precise. You instinctively lifted your camera, squatting slightly to get the best angle. The moment froze in your frame. A tall figure launched into the air, his form sharp against the gym lights. Messy dark and silver hair and an effortless grin left him as the undeniable focal point.

You exhaled, mesmerized by the image on your screen.

A shadow loomed over you.

"Did you just... take a photo of me?"

Startled, you looked up—straight into the golden eyes of none other than Bokuto himself. He leaned in slightly, a smug grin stretching across his face.

"What?" His grin widened. "You want an autograph with that?"

"Uh, yes and no" you stammered, trying to shake off the initial shock. "I'm, uh doing the photos for the volleyball section in the yearbook. Capturing the team's spirit and all that." You gestured vaguely at the practice happening around you.

Boluto's eyes lit up at the mention of the yearbook. He straightened up, his already impressive height seeming to grow by the second.

"The yearbook, huh?" He grinned even wider, clearly excited. "Well, you know, l'm basically the star of this team, right? l mean, who else would be the front page material? You have to put me on the cover. l'll even give you an exclusive shot!"

You blinked. unsure whether he was joking or completely serious, but from the confident look in his eyes, you had a feeling this was all too real for him.

"Wha—? The cover?" you repeated, still processing. "But the yearbook isn't just about one player, it's about the whole team."

"Yeah, yeah, l get that!" Bokuto waved a hand dismissively, clearly not bothered by the concept of teamwork. "But come on, who wouldn't want a shot of me slamming a spike on the cover? I'm practically made for it! Look at this face!" He pointed to his own grin, which only seemed to grow wider with every word.

You couldn't help but laugh at his over-the-top enthusiasm. "You really want to be the star of the page, huh?"

"Of course! l mean, the whole team is great, but l'm the one who makes things exciting, don't you think?" He puffed out his chest, striking what could only be described as a ridiculous pose. "The ace, the big shot, the one everyone's watching. It's practically destiny."

You bit back a smile. Honestly, it was hard to argue with him. His energy was contagious, and even though he was obviously full of himself, there was something endearing about his excitement.

"Well, l guess l could try to get a few more shots of you, then," you said, still laughing. "But no promises about the cover. It's not just about one person, after all."

"Ah, come on! You know it'll be perfect," he insisted, his tone playful. "How about we take a few exclusive action shots? You won't regret it."

Before you could respond, Bokuto was already getting back into position on the court, waving to his teammates to set up a play just for you. You raised an eyebrow, amused by his complete lack of modesty, but you raised your camera anyway, preparing for the show.

After Bokuto declared himself the inevitable star of the yearbook page, he made it his personal mission to make sure you got "only the best" shots of him. Which, in Bokuto's terms, meant dramatically calling your name across the gym every time he did anything remotely impressive.

"Did you get that one? That was definitely yearbook material!" he yelled after a particularly powerful spike, turning to you mid-play with an expectant grin.

You sighed, lowering your camera slightly. "Bokuto, you can't just pose mid-game! l need natural shots. Not whatever this is" you point to the picture.

He huffed, wiping sweat off his forehead. "but my spikes are natural! l can't help it if l look cool all the time!"

Akaashi, the team's setter, walked past and patted him on the shoulder. "She's got a point, Bokuto. Mabey if you stop staring at the camera, she'll actually get a good shot."

You snorted, nodding in agreement. Bokuto groaned dramatically before jogging back onto the court. Despite his antics, you couldn't deny that Bokuto was incredible to watch he played with so much heart, and even through the camera lens, you could see the raw passion he had for the sport. Every spike, every block, every moment he was on the court it all demanded attention. And somehow, against your better judgment, you found yourself being drawn to it.

Or maybe... drawn to him.

That was a dangerous thought. You were here to finish the volleyball page, not to get distracted by a ridiculously confident volleyball player with a way-too-charming grin. It was probably the pressure getting to your head right?

But as the first week of your project progressed, He made it harder and harder to ignore him.

TUESDAY

The bus was already alive with noise by the time you climbed on, camera bag slung over your shoulder. You had barely stepped into the aisle when you heard your name being called—loudly

"[Y/N]! Over here!"

You turned your head just in time to see Bokuto waving at you from his seat, his grin as wide as ever. Unfortunately, the bus was already pretty packed, and your options were limited.

"You saving this seat for me or something?" you teased, raising an eyebrow as you stopped in front of him.

"Obviously." Bokuto scooted over a bit, patting the open spot beside him. "I figured you'd want the best seat on the bus."

You snorted, but there really wasn't much choice left, so you slid into the seat next to him, adjusting your bag on your lap. The moment you did, he leaned in slightly, smirking.

"You sit next to me, that has to mean something, right?"

You rolled your eyes. "It means there were no other seats left, Bokuto."

He gasped dramatically, clutching his chest as if you had just delivered a fatal wound. "That hurts, [Y/N]! Here l was, thinking we had something special."

You shook your head, unable to stop the small smile tugging at your lips. "Pretty sure I've known you for, like, four days."

"And yet!" He leaned in closer, eyes gleaming. "Here we are, sitting together like fate intended."

You gave him a flat look. "Bokuto."

"Yes, my dear yearbook photographer?"

"You are so dramatic."

"Thank you," he said proudly. "Now, let's get to the important stuff—have you finally decided to put me on the cover yet?"

You sighed, reaching for your camera and flipping through your gallery. "Not if you keep asking."

Bokuto groaned, but his curiosity got the better of him, and he peered over your shoulder as you scrolled. "Ohh, let me see!"

You turned the screen to show him a particularly funny candid shot—you had caught him mid-sentence, eyebrows raised and mouth slightly open, like he had just been caught off guard.

“That is not cover material,” you declared.

Bokuto gasped again, grabbing the camera from your hands. "That's a terrible angle! Oh no, my reputation—Akaashi, look at this! l look like l just found out my pet fish died!"

Akaashi, seated across the aisle, barely glanced up from his book. "You always look like that."

You burst out laughing, covering your mouth as Bokuto groaned dramatically. "Unbelievable," he muttered. "I'm being slandered in my own team."

"You're the one who asked to see it," you reminded him, taking your camera back. Bokuto huffed and crossed his arms, but his grin returned almost immediately. "Alright, alright. You're playing hard to get. l get it."

You raised an eyebrow. “What are you talking about?”

“With the cover, obviously,” he said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re making me work for it. It’s fine, I love a challenge.”

You shook your head, amused. “It’s not a challenge, Bokuto.”

“Of course it is! I just have to impress you even more.” He leaned back against the seat, a smug look on his face. “Don’t worry, I got this.”

You let out a sigh. This guy was too much.

The bus rumbled along, and as the noise settled into a mix of conversations, low music from someone’s headphones, and the occasional burst of laughter from the team, you focused on reviewing your notes. Bokuto, for once, had gone quiet.

Which was… odd.

You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, only to realize that sometime during your note-taking, his head had started to tilt ever so slightly… and now, it was resting heavily against your shoulder.

Your entire body stiffened.

Oh no.

Bokuto Kōtarō—loud, energetic, never-still Bokuto—had fallen asleep.

And not just that. Since he was considerably bigger than you, his head wasn't just lightly resting—it was full-on leaning, his weight pressing into you as he breathed evenly.

You swallowed, suddenly hyper-aware of the warmth of him, the steady rise and fall of his chest, the way his silver-and-black hair was now just inches from your face.

What do l do?!

You could wake him up... but he looked so peaceful, to almost felt wrong to disturb him. His usual dramatic expressions had melted away, replaced by something softer, more relaxed. Your heart beats a little too fast.

Carefully, you adjusted slightly, trying to ease some of the pressure of his weight without waking him. The movement made him stir just a little, his brows furrowing, before he mumbled something incoherent and shifted closer.

Your breath caught.

Akaashi, who had definitely been watching this whole time, finally spoke. "You can push him off, you know."

You turned to glare at him, whispering, "And wake him up? l don't want to deal with a grumpy Bokuto right now!"

Akaashi hummed, flipping a page in his book. "He wouldn't be grumpy. He'd just say something embarrassing and make this even worse for you."

You groaned internally because he was so right.

So instead, you stayed still, letting Bokuto rest against you as the bus continued its journey. You refused to acknowledge the small part of you that didn't really mind.

FRIDAY

By the time Friday rolled around, you were exhausted.

A week of chasing down the volleyball team, attending their practices, editing photos late into the night, and keeping up with your other

yearbook responsibilities was starting to take its toll. You had spent so much time around the team that you were beginning to recognize everyone’s quirks—the way Akaashi barely reacted to Bokuto’s dramatics, how the libero, Komi, always cracked jokes when practice got too intense, and, most noticeably, how Bokuto’s energy never seemed to run out.

Until tonight.

Practice had been long. The team had pushed themselves hard, and it showed in the way most of them dragged themselves off the court once the whistle blew. You, however, stayed behind, sitting cross-legged on the bleachers as you scrolled through your camera.

You were so focused on reviewing your shots that you didn’t even hear footsteps approaching until a shadow fell over you.

“You’re still here?”

You glanced up.

Bokuto stood in front of you, sweat still clinging to his skin, jersey slightly untucked, and hair messier than usual. His usual dramatic energy was toned down, replaced by something quieter, something… thoughtful.

You blinked. “Yeah. Just making sure I got good shots before heading home.”

Without a word, Bokuto plopped down next to you on the bleachers, leaning slightly toward you to peek at the camera. His shoulder brushed yours, warm even through the fabric of his jersey.

“You take a lot of pictures,” he murmured, watching as you flipped through the gallery.

“Well, yeah,” you said, suddenly aware of how close he was. “That’s kind of the whole point of the yearbook.”

Bokuto hummed but didn’t pull away. Instead, his golden eyes flickered toward you, his expression unusually soft. “Do you like it?”

You hesitated, caught off guard by the sincerity in his voice. “What, photography?”

“Yeah.” His voice was quieter now, lacking its usual booming energy. “Taking pictures of moments like this.”

You swallowed. “I do. It’s… nice, capturing things people might not notice otherwise.”

Bokuto didn’t respond right away. He turned his gaze back to the camera screen, watching as you scrolled through more photos. One caught his eye—a shot of him mid-spike, muscles tensed, determination sharp in his expression.

“Whoa,” he breathed. “That looks so cool.”

You smiled. “Yeah. It does.”

He turned back to you, his grin returning. “Admit it. I should be on the cover.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re so obsessed with that.”

“Well, obviously!” Bokuto leaned in slightly, and for a second, you thought he was about to say something else—something different. His eyes flickered to your face, his grin softening just a fraction.

Your breath caught.

And then—

“HEY, BOKUTO! YOU COMING OR WHAT?”

The spell was broken.

Bokuto blinked, his head snapping toward the gym doors where some of his teammates were waiting. “Oh! Yeah, yeah, I’m coming!”

He turned back to you, rubbing the back of his neck. “Guess I gotta go.”

You nodded, trying to ignore the weird little twist in your stomach at the loss of his attention. “Right. See you Monday.”

He hesitated. Just for a second. Then, with a small smile, he nudged your knee with his.

“See ya, [Y/N].”

And with that, he jogged off, leaving you staring after him—unsure why your heart was beating just a little too fast.

This belongs to @wiselyghost. Please don't copy or translate my work. Thank you! Part 2 is coming sorry for the wait :/

[wiselyghost]

Incorrect Quotes part 2

ghost: Comparing y/n and soap is like comparing apples and oranges.

y/n: We’re both unique in our own ways?

ghost: Apples are superior in every way and all oranges should be eliminated.

soap: Which one of us is the orange?

soap was later shot 27 times in the bronx

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

laswell: Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night?

y/n: It was autocorrect.

laswell: Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me mommy."?

y/n: Yes.

(in y/n we trust ✊)

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

price : Hey guys, I found a spider. Cool little lad. Thanks for eating the mosquitos.

price : Oh no, where did it go?

Gaz: PRICE WHAT THE FUCK?!

price: GAZ GET OFF THE FUCKING ROOF-

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Gaz: If I ever had a child, I imagine they would be a lot like you.

Y/n: Aww, thanks—

Gaz: Which is probably why I’ve never reproduced.

Y/n:........

Y/n: I wouldn't either if it was like you it's forehead would be to fucking big.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Ghost: I have issues.

Soap: Finally, you admit it! The first step to redemption is accept-

Ghost: With you

dawg just make out already 😭

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Y/n: Smart is attractive. Educate me on something I don't know!

König: The mouth of a jellyfish is also an anus.

Ghost: Stop.

Y/n: Don't ever stop

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Soap: Why is Ghost crying on the floor?

Gaz: He took one of those 'what person are you?' quizzes.

Soap: And?

Gaz : He got Y/n.

(currently Ghost)

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Soap: You are the love of my life and I would do anything within reason to make you happy.

Y/n: I would be happy if you ate, stayed hydrated and got a reasonable amount of sleep.

Soap: I said within reason, Y/n. How about I murder that guy?

Y/n: So murder is in reason but proper self care isn't?

Soap: Well, duh. What kind of question is that?

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Gaz: You know guys, sometimes I feel like Ghost doesn't take me seriously enough.

Price: "Sometimes"?

Y/n: "Enough"?

Gaz:......

Y/n: Change that to 'at all' and we'll talk.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Y/n: Wait, what's going on? Are we all talking about how hot Ghost is? Because Ghost is a straight up sexual fox riding a red-hot nuclear bombshell right toward the yowza plaza in the heart of Babe City, Assachusetts, U S A. The last A just stands for more ass.

Price: Where the fuck do you come up with these things.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Price: While I'm gone, you're in charge Y/n.

Y/n: Yes!

Price, whispering to Ghost: You're secretly in charge, but I don't want them to feel bad.

Ghost: Obviously.

HIII GUYSSS WISELY IS BACK BABYYYY!!!

I have been gone for a really long time my bad gang but am back in bussines! this was just a little something l though over and thought you guys would like it :) I am open to requets just go to my page and ask! i hope all you beautiful people have a good night/moring/afternoon!

-wisely

[wiselyghost]

Y/n: Protip is you do not feel good about yourself after eating tomato sauce on iceberg lettuce. Price: What's wrong with you?? Y/n: I literally JUST said I ate tomato sauce on iceberg lettuce?? Pay attention. Gaz: No, He means other than that. Y/n: Ohhhhhh. Y/n: I haven't slept in 4 days.

[wiselyghost]

《Incorrect Quotes mw2》

Y/n: we can't tell you because your not part of the club

Alejandro: What club?

Y/n: The hating Graves club.

Alejandro: …The fuck? I should be the leader of that club!

▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎

Soap: Are you a painting?

Y/n: What-?

Soap: Because I want to pin you to a wall.

Gaz: OH GOD I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY YOU WANTED TO HANG THEM OR SOMETHING-

▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎

Y/n: WHO ATE MY BREAD?!

Y/n : I'M GOING TO FUCKING K-

Simon : I did?

Y/n: Kiss you and buy some more, you haven't been eating anything today Simon .

*walking away*

Simon :

Simon : Their gone Soap.

Soap, coming out the closet with bread stuffed in their mouth: Twankh uh!

▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎

Simon , working at McDonald's: Sorry sir, we don't serve a McFuck here, so either you throw that one slice of pickle out or we're gonna have a McProblem.

▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎

Y/n: You know, , when you generalize, you tell general... lies.

Gaz: ...

Gaz: Are you trying to teach me moral lessons through puns.

▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎

König : May luck (and this picture of Y/n eating shredded cheese at 3 in the morning) be with you.

▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎

(Gaz trying to flirt 💀)

Gaz: Hey, I’m getting in the shower. Wanna help me out?

Y/n: ...Have you never taken a shower before?

▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎

Gaz: When you said 'Magic in Bed', I wasn't expecting this...

Y/n: *pulls out card from deck* Now, was this your card?

Gaz: Holy moly-

▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪��▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎

Price: So, y/n is no longer allowed to take the trash out at night.

Soap: Why?

Price: Because I've caught them trying to train raccoons to fight five times in a row.

Y/n, arms crossed and pouting: You'll be thanking me when the third raccoon battalion saves your ass.

▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎

Alright that is all folks thought this would be funny to share if you guys have any requests l will be happy to see them but before you do go to my page and check out the post where it talks about what l can and can't write and other things l will do in the future love you all and have a wonderful day/morning/night :) <3