#im honestly so so grateful for all the requests just 🥺🥺🥰

[willowfolksong]

hi i just found your blog recently, i almost finished all of the fics and i love it? you're such a talented writer! im so excited to see the next chapter of your miya twins fic btw! then i saw your request are open so im so excited to send one! may i request some angst to fluff with unrequited to requited love trope (actually it's friend to lovers too hehe) and the character is akaashi x f!reader? like they're childhood friend and he's been in love with her for a long time but he knows she's just not into that at that time like she always thought that 'the right person will come at the right time' so he still waiting for her then one day she sees akaashi differently and just realized the the right person always with her all of this time. im sorry if this is too specific>< and im sorry for my broken english too. thankyou and have a good day!🥰

paper planes and shojo manga

- Akaashi Keiji x Reader

- SFW

a/n: hi anon!!!!! first of all, don't apologize for your english!!!! I understood you perfectly! Second, thank you so much for your words. 🥺❤ I feel so happy that you think that way about my blog and my writing! And about my miya conundrum fic too!!! Honestly, thank you. I'm beyond grateful for words of love like this! ❤❤And here's your request! I'm such a sucker for unrequited to requited love, so I had the best time writing it. And dont worry about being too specific! Specific requests are the best! hope you like it and always tell me what you think and if you need anything changed!

Love,

Willow ❄

Requests are open! ❄

The first time you two meet, you have a manga book in your hands. And it's funny, because neither of you can read yet. That's why you're there, on your first day of primary school.

"I just like the pictures and the colors" you tell him, turning the page "Wanna read it with me?"

"I wouldn't call it reading if we're not actually reading" he tells you, but sits beside you nonetheless.

You talk about everything you see, pointing at every characters you think is cute and theorizing about what you think they're probably saying. He nods at all, absentmindedly.

That day, he makes his first friend.

He sits beside you, and you like to throw little paper planes at him when he's not looking, and pass him small notes with silly jokes and dumb drawings of the teacher. He keeps all of them, stuffed in the bottom of his backpack until middle school arrives, and he empties the bag on the bed and every little paper you ever passed him during class comes falling down, like snow. He looks at them— eyes scanning your handwriting in those bright colors you like to use, from the glittery pens you insist on buying. He takes them all and puts them in a jar on his desk, right next to the picture of the two of you in front of the school.

He realizes he likes you in your second year of middle school, when you start talking about boys as more than just regular people to hang around with. You still read manga— and now that you can also understand what the characters are saying, it has become more like an obsession for you, so it's in a comic book store where he first notices. He's examining a book he grabbed from a nearby shell when you come running towards him, face flushed and out of breath.

"Okay, so don't look now" you tell him, and he refrains from pointing out that he can't look at anything, since you're both surrounded by shelves "But the guy on the register is really cute"

He frowns, having lost any interest in the book in his hands "What?"

"He's really cute" you say again, giggling "I need to buy more stuff so I can spend more time in front of him"

You end up buying the two new volumes of your favorite manga series, as well as a complete new set of one you've heard people talking about, saying it was good. He stands behind you, having bought nothing for himself, as you twirl your hair around your finger and laugh at the jokes the guy working on the register makes.

Akaashi goes back home to stand in front of the mirror beside his bed. He doesn't look at all like the guy from the store. His hair and eyes are dark, and he's wearing nothing but a simple white t-shirt and some pants. He looks to the side, to the desk where he has more stuff about you than himself.

He pushes the twinge of sadness in his chest aside, in favor of texting you to see if you got home safely.

He catches you in his arms and spins you around with ease, resisting the urge to bury his nose in your hair. He's sweaty from the game, and it's already good enough that you let him hug you in your nice dress.

"You did so good Keiji! You're the best in the team!" you yell, when your feet touch the ground again, shooting an apologetic look at one of his teammates passing by your side in that exact moment.

"I wouldn't say I am the best" he says, chuckling fondly "But thank you. And I'm glad you came"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world! It's so fun to watch you play volleyball!"

"Is it?"

You vigorously nod "It is! You're also the only one that puts some passion to the game. Are your teammates even trying?"

He refrains from telling you that you're the main reason for his excitement.

You have your first date ever on your third year, arguing that it's your last chance for dating anyone from class anymore, since you'll all probably be going to different high schools.

'You could date him', he thinks while he listens to you ramble about the lucky guy, nodding along as you walk down the school hallways.

'You could date him', he thinks as he walks you home, and you insist for him to come inside with you to help you stay calm.

'You could date him', because there's a picture of the two of you during a school field trip by your bedside table, and the stuffed animal he won for you in the summer fair is resting against your pillow.

'You could date him', he says to himself, as he waves goodbye to you and watches you walk away, on your way to a date with a boy that doesn't knows about your favorite food, or color, or about the little things you do when you're nervous and everything else that makes you simply you.

You call him later, when he's already in bed and dozing off, to tell him the date didn't go as you expected, and the guy turned out to be kind of a douch bag. You're not crying, but you sound so utterly disappointed and tired that he can't just go to sleep and not do something; so he turns on his laptop and spends the night googling any new manga you haven't read yet. He ends up learning a lot about genres and styles of drawings, and when the morning light shines through his window, he has a full list of recommendations ready for you.

It's been a long time since he figured out how reading cheers you up.

He finds out about Bokuto Koutaro thanks to a high school volleyball video, in wich the passion for the game is so clear on the ace face that Akaashi actually spends the whole match following him around with his eyes, intent on every one of his moves. He decides that he will be attending Fukurodani Academy the next day, and it's beyond thrilled to find out that you'll also be going there.

"So you'll keep playing volleyball in high school then?" you ask him on your way home.

He nods "Yes, I think so"

You hum, pushing a lock of hair behind your ear "And you really want to be on Fukurodani's team because of this Bokuto guy, right?"

"Well, they do have a pretty solid team, it's not only about him" he tells you, watching as your mouth forms a perfect 'o' "But yeah... his passion for playing did impressed me. It's so different from the guys I've played with this three years"

You wink at him, amused "Should I be jealous of this guy, Keiji? The way you talk about him is too much"

He laughs and grabs his bag a little tighter. You should hear how he talks about you.

Bokuto Koutaro turns out to be more than just the guy that impressed him enough to chose to attend Fukurodani Academy. He soon becomes Akaashi's friend, and by extension yours too. He has a bubbly personality and the most loud voice Akaashi's ever heard, and his mood is as ever changing as the moon, and he can be a little overwhelming at times, but being with him is fun regardless, and soon the three of you become an inseparable trio, despite Bokuto being your senpai.

"You should tell her" Bokuto says one day after practice, completely out of the blue "Want me to tell her for you or something?"

Akaashi pauses, avoiding Bokuto's eyes because he knows, without asking, what he's refering to "I'm not following"

When Bokuto says your name, he blinks and pushes his locker room door closed "I mean, you would have to be blind not to see it"

"We're just friends"

Bokuto shrugs, both of his hands behind his back "I mean, sure. But like, the way you look at her. It's the same way I look at the ball before serving"

Akaashi laughs at the analogy, taking his stuff to go home "I bet it is"

You start dating Konoha on your second year of high school, and Akaashi stands in front of his mirror the day he finds out, the same as he did many years ago after you flirted with that guy from the comic book store. Once again, nothing but normal eyes and hair stares back at him. Konoha has blond hair. Maybe, he was always too plain for being something other than your friend.

Bokuto tries to cheer him up, and even goes as far as to give Konoha the cold shoulder for a week, until Akaashi asks him to stop, because this isn't anyone's fault. Bokuto also offers to tell you about his feelings, but Akaashi quickly dismisses that option. You don't see him as anything but your best friend, and he would never dare to ruin that.

He keeps himself busy by reading the manga he knows you like, in the places you used to hang out before your days were filled with dates and romantic escapades. He hangs around Bokuto more, plays volleyball more, and tries to put upside down the picture of the two of you he has on his desk, right next to the jar still filled with all the paper planes you sent flying towards him a long time ago. It lasts for a day, before he has to place the picture back up again.

He needs to see your face before going to sleep.

He hugs you a little too tight after his game against Eiwa High, during the Tokyo Nationals. He's thankful for Bokuto distracting everyone else on the team— including Konoha — with his yelling about winning and looking cool, and this time, Akaashi does buryes his nose on your hair.

"You were as cool as always" you tell him, leaning forward to whisper in his ear "Much more cool than Bokuto, but don't tell him I said that"

"Your secret is safe with me" he reassures you, and the two of you laugh at the same time.

"I kind of miss you, you know?" you tell him, and it's so sudenly and he's still recovering from that victory high, that your words punch all the air out of him "I'm sorry if we haven't been spending that much time together... I never realized having a boyfriend could be so draining"

"Are you happy?" he asks you, and you stop talking to look him in the eyes.

"What?"

"Are you happy?" he asks again, and he doesn't wants his thoughts to linger on how much it takes you to answer.

"Yeah, I am"

"Then that's all that matters to me"

You end up breaking up with Konoha a couple of days before him and Bokuto's graduation, and Akaashi can't say he's glad, because he isn't. He's just relieved. Bokuto is leaving, but you're staying with him, and things might return to normal now. To the way they used to.

"It's just weird, you know?" you tell him, as the two of you walk back home after dropping Bokuto at his place "I don't... feel bad"

"You don't?"

"I mean, yeah. I'll probably miss him. But not too much?" you say, frowning.

Akaashi nods, not too sure on what to answer "I see"

"It's just... you know? I've always thought that the right person would come at the right time. It's silly, right? Might be all those shojo mangas I've read, acting up on me"

"I don't think it's silly" Akaashi says, because somehow, he thinks he feels the same.

His right person came around twelve years ago, and its walking by his side right now.

"Well, maybe Konoha was never the right person. And maybe high school wasn't the right time either" you reason, taping your bottom lip with your finger "What do you think, Keiji?"

He thinks walking home beside you is the best feeling in the world.

He's going to a different college. He's going to a different college and you're not sure why, but the thought leaves you in tears. He tells you one day, during lunch, his eyes never leaving his bento. He wants to major in Literature. You congratulate him, telling him you know he'll do great. When you get home, you throw your bag in a corner and plop on the bed without even taking your uniform off.

The next day is not any easier, and you start to question your attitude. Akaashi and you would remain friends, you're sure of that, even if he goes to a different school than you for the first time ever. So then what's the problem? You don't find it that day, but when you get home, you notice for the first time that you have an entire wall covered in yours and Akaashi's pictures.

"I've never asked you this" you tell him, sitting cross legged on his bed, with a Math book on your lap "But what on earth is in that jar?"

Akaashi follows your gaze, and you notice him hesitate for a moment before answering "The little airplanes and notes you used to throw at me when we were in primary school"

You blink, something heavy taking hold of your throat "You kept those?"

"Yeah"

You go back home and like a robot, walk towards your closet and dig around your stuff without really registering what you're doing. You find your old backpack in the back, a light layer of dust covering it. You empty it on the floor. Inside, its every little note Akaashi sent back, those times he didn't think the teacher would caught him passing notes to your desk behind his back.

You sit in the middle of the mess and cry, because you've realized for the first time that maybe you've been in love with Akaashi forever.

You ask him to meet you at the store he's been accompanying you since the two of you met, to buy the mangas you love. You notice him eyeing the cashier wearily, but he doesn't says anything and you're too nervous to point random facts out. You stop in front of a shelf on the back, the one with the shojo mangas, and turn to him slowly, taking a gulp of air.

"Something wrong?" he asks you, worry evident on his face.

You pick up a random book out of the shelve to your left and open it, not paying real attention to anything inside "Say, Keiji..."

"Yeah?"

"What do you think is the best way of confessing to someone... in a shojo manga?"

He eyes the book in your hand, and then looks back at you "I don't know. I suppose it depends"

"Depends on what?"

"On the characters" he explains, and you nod, chewing on your bottom lip "Sometimes an out of the blue, surprise confession is best for certain characters. After you never even noticed they liked each other"

"Right"

He shrugs "Those are pretty common"

"And other times?"

He hums, glancing at his side and taking a look at some of the titles lined up there "Other times it's something that happens after a long wait, and you know at least one of them has been pining from afar"

You swallow down your nerves "And those are... those are the best right?"

His gaze snaps back to you "What?"

"Yeah... you know..." you say, fumbling with your words "Sometimes a girl has been in love with a guy for a long time, but it's been entirely oblivious too and even dated other boys" you notice him tense, clenching and unclenching his fists, but you're too busy burning a hole in the pages of the book you're holding to life your eyes towards him "And then one day... the girl wakes up and can't stand the idea of the guy just slipping away, and the pain just makes her realize that she's in love. With the guy, of course" you clear your throat "Might have been for a long time"

He takes a couple of seconds to answer, and when he does, his voice is nothing but a whisper "And how would the girl confess her love then?"

"Well..." your hands are trembling as you talk, and you wet your lips before finishing your sentence "She might do it in a comic book store. You know. Self-conscious literature and all that"

Akaashi says your name then, and you weakly nod and don't put up any resistance as he takes the book from your hands, grabbing your shin and making you look him in the eyes.

"Do you want me to show you what usually happens after a shojo manga confession?" he asks, his breath ghosting your lips.

"Yes please"

He kisses you softly at first, a feather light touch that leaves you wanting more, because you've never felt this much from just a single kiss. You almost whine in relieve when he halfheartedly places the book back on the shelf to take your head in both of his hands and part your lips with his, deepening the kiss and pushing you against the wall. His tongue tastes of desperation, and bottled up feelings, and his body fits against yours like a puzzle you've spent too long trying to solve.

"I'm sorry if this... if I'm ruining anything" you tell him between kisses, and he throws his head back and laughs— the most beautiful sound you've ever heard.

"Ruin? I've been waiting my whole life for you. And I was willing to keep waiting forever"

You chuckle, eyes filling with tears— this time of joy "Good thing our shojo manga doesn't have the budget for that many chapters, huh?"

You go to different colleges, but your newfound love remains strong. Akaashi would end up working for a manga magazine later on, and you think it couldn't have been any more fitting for your own shojo story, as you sweep the dust off the desk where now two jars full of little paper planes rest together.

[tsunonotarou]

When it comes to writing, I completely understand that feeling of lacking something in comparison to others, but I'm glad that you have it in your mind to try and avoid comparing yourself—we all have our own uniquely wonderful writing style after all! But the feeling is inevitable, yet at the same time it somewhat helps us grow(?). Like, it drives you to push yourself and test the waters for new things, and expounding and further progressing the skill you already possess! But while doing so, please be sure to not over exert yourself!

The consistency of your posting does not matter that much so long as we're aware that you're doing well! Your well-being and personal enjoyment is the top priority! You go ahead and write whenever and whatever you're able to do so and feel like it, please never feel immense pressure to constantly appease your audience :((( (besides, just seeing you on my dashboard whether it's a new story you posted, an ask you answered, or just you screaming is more than enough for me :> maybe you can keep it in mind that there's someone there who appreciates even the most random things you post —aka me <33)

And I'm glad that my words were able to uplift you in a way! I also wanna say that seeing your responses also always makes me smile !!! I don't know what else to say but reading your responses never fails to bring a wide smile to my lips and I just...my mind just melts as I try to process the words, and then it goes blank (but in a very good way?? If that makes sense??).

I've also mentioned that I am your hype person, no? So that basically means that I'm now here to hype you up—whether that's with a certain lion or regarding your mood :>>

And to answer your question, I'm doing great. My day's going smoothly, though not much is happening, but it's how I wish it to be :D

I'm wishing you the very best as you work on those anniv requests! Always remember to take care <3333

-Ly <3

Seriously, what did I do to deserve you ☹️☹️☹️

Thank you so much for your words Ly 😭💛 I’ll be looking back to this the moment I start feeling bad about myself and remember that Ly will kick my ass if I keep moping like this 🥰 thank you for taking the time to write me all this, words cannot explain how grateful I am to have you 🥺 I love you <33 you honestly make me feel so loved 😭

PLEASKEOSJDS IM LOOKING FORWARD TO THE DAY YOU OFF ANON SO THAT I CAN SEND LOVE IN YOUR INBOX/PMS EVERY DAY SKXJSKFJDKF I just 😔💔 can’t wait to finally see you sweetheart hehehe

I’m so sorry for answering this late :( I didn’t have the time to and I had to think of a good reply to your wonderful message </3 but I’m glad you’re doing good! I will work hard on the anniv requests 😚 please take care of yourself as well~

[spicycreativity]

Idk if you’re still doing requests, but if you are, how about something with Janus coming back to the Dark Mindscape after a bad meeting with the others and just being really upset, and Remus walking in on him crying and comforting him?

You guys are really challenging me with these requests! (Affectionate 💕) Thank you for sending this one in!

In my quest to craft a scenario where I found it believable that Janus would cry, I ended up creating a sort of one-sided anti-Moceit, which was a very intriguing avenue to explore, and which I would like to think about in-depth later 👀

(And then I started thinking about the potential for a weird love triangle thing where Remus is in love with Janus who's in love with Patton who... isn't in love with anyone and how that could possibly end-- probably in some sort of heavy-handed aro-friendly lesson about managing your own expectations and not forcing other people into roles they're not comfortable with uhh sorry this has nothing to do with your request)

Anyway, let's break that snake

The brutal sting of humiliation sat heavy in Janus' chest, taking up the space where his heart and lungs were supposed to go. It hurt to breathe, in fact, he couldn't breathe except in these awful shallow gasps. He had… obviously misread some things, misplaced his trust. Patton-- Patton was supposed to have--

Janus fell back against the wall, unsure of quite where he was and too miserable to care. He pressed his fingertips to his forehead and took in a deep, trembling breath that dissipated into a shuddering sob.

Dammit, dammit, dammit.

This is what he got for opening up. Oh, he told them his name, oh, he reached out to Patton, he had even been stupid enough believe that Patton might…

That Patton might want him.

The first few tears blurred Janus' vision; he refused to blink in the hopes that they might just drain away. He wasn't crying. He didn't cry. Because crying meant that someone had hurt him, and he was always so, so careful not to let anyone in.

Except that his treacherous heart had slipped past the bars of its own cage and run to Patton and it had ended like this. He'd had no backup. The first meeting since his humiliating name reveal had ended in further humiliation when everyone, everyone, everyone had shut him down and not even Patton had stepped in to say one thing in his favor.

Fuck.

With one final gasp, it was over. The tears began to pour down Janus' cheeks and great, shuddering sobs made his shoulders shake. He had to get out of here. If anyone found him like this, crying because his feelings were hurt, he could never show his face again. They already didn't take him seriously, they'd made that abundantly clear. Even the grudging fear-respect he'd managed to scrape together would vanish.

But wouldn't that be a fitting end for his reputation? One final humiliation after a long line of them.

God, it was hopeless.

"Whoa," said a voice.

Janus flinched. Then he reached for the last, tattered scraps of his pride and straightened up to face the intruder, arranging his face into a scowl despite the tears still pouring down his cheeks. "Remus," he said in a horribly strangled voice.

Remus closed the distance between them and kissed Janus' forehead, knocking his hat askew. "How was the meeting?"

Janus laughed. Hysterically. "Fan-fucking-tastic," he said, his chest still spasming with choked half-sobs. "They all love m--" He couldn't couldn't get the full lie out.

"Good," said Remus. He bounced on his toes so casually that Janus didn't even realize he was adding to his height until he scooped Janus up into his arms and started to walk. His whole body thrummed with repressed energy and Janus spared a moment in his sickening self-pity parade to feel grateful. Remus rarely found cause to hold himself back or tone himself down, especially not for someone else's benefit. He was putting in a monumental effort, all for Janus. This only made him cry harder. Fuck. Remus continued, "I'm glad it went so well. Tell me what happened?"

They reached the living room. Remus let out a little huff of air through his nose and the whole thing became a massive pillow fort, almost tall enough to stand up straight in. Remus ducked through the entrance and settled the both of them down in a beanbag chair.

Janus adjusted a little so Remus' sleeves weren't digging into his face quite so much. "The usual," he said, fighting to get the words out without more pathetic sobs taking over. "They all listened and, and let me explain m-myself, and when the others tried to shut me down…" Here it was, the most hideous truth in the flimsiest disguise, the one that made him want to dig out his own heart so it could never betray him like this again: "Patton backed me up." The words came out in a whisper, aching in the back of his throat, and a fresh wave of tears irritated the sensitive skin of his human cheek.

Beneath him, Remus was shaking a little with the effort of repressing himself, but his voice was remarkably steady. "I'm glad, Dee." He traced his fingertips across Janus' back, drawing little swirls and shapes. "It's what you deserve. You've been working so hard to get everyone pointed in the right direction and I'm so, so fucking glad--" A pause, so Remus could take a deep breath-- "that they're finally listening."

"Lucky for you," Remus said, his pent-up energy now booming in his voice, "I love having a captive audience. Sit tight! I've been re-writing The Princess Bride with guns!"

"Thanks," Janus said weakly, and sniffled. The tears seemed to be slowing a little, though he now had a massive headache to show for it. The truth, undisguised, crawled pitifully out of his throat in a thin, quavering plea: "I don't want to think about it any more."

Janus smiled a little despite himself.