#I wouldn't have named it after the lion if I'd wrote it

[rjalker]

[ID: A color illustration from a medieval manuscript, showing a knight on a brown horse using his sword to slice in half a dragon that is biting the tail of a lion. The knight has chainmail and a red shield with a rampart lion, the dragon has two visible legs and a skinny tail, with brown-red skin. The lion is drawn relatively realistically, except that its fur is blue rather than tan. There are stylized green-grey trees behind them and gold for the background. The illustration is bordered by blue lines meeting gold square corners, with the horse's back legs outside the square, the hooves standing on a small drawn ledge, to show how quickly the knight entered the scene. End ID.]

(I assume the lion is blue because of colors fading or something)

[monalisahyperdrive]

Primarch names from least moanable to the most moanable - entirely subjective.

Factors taken into account:

Name length

How easy it is to say

General vibes ('imagine having sex with a guy and having to moan gilbert')

I wrote this instead of sleeping. I don't know either. This is getting posted and I will probably never address it again if I don't delete it during my break tomorrow. I should not be given internet access past 11pm.

Perturabo

It pained me to put him all the way down (up?) here at the least moanable as I fear he may actually be one of my favourites, however... I am not delusional enough to ignore that not only is this a pretty long name, a good amount of people struggle not only to say it but to even spell it. Not at all dyslexia friendly. I would give it a good go but I feel like in order to enjoy yourself you kind of have to accept you will be calling him 'Perty' or 'Bo' or whatever you prefer.

Sanguinius

Sanguinius fans please spare me but this is a long ass name at 3? 4? syllables. I don't even know what you could call him for short instead. However, I don't doubt that it's entirely possible, I just think it would take a while to stop stuttering through.

Mortarion

Another long name. Are you sensing a pattern yet? I am. More moanable due to having less vowels than Sanguinius and less harsher (?) consonants like in Perturabo. Pretty middle of the road, easy to pronounce, could probably be easier if you just start calling him 'Morty' instead.

Alpharius / Omegon

Alpharius is again another longer name that I feel like I would trip over for a good couple weeks. I am NOT shorting it to Alpha. I must maintain my dignity, whatever crumbs of it remain. Omegon is an easier name - likely due to it having less syllables (3 rather than 4). However, I feel like the only way to shorten it would be 'Meg' and that would make me laugh and I would get distracted. Remember how I said this is subjective? This is why.

Jaghatai

3 syllables, easy enough to say, not a lot of vowels or harsher consonants to trip over. Incredibly doable, and I'm sure many have tried it. Hell, I'd certainly take a good stab at it.

Angron

Harsh G right in the middle, otherwise no complaints really. 2 syllables. Straight forward. You could certainly give it a good go.

Rogal

2 syllables - easy right? Wrong. Evil G right there in the middle again. Probably would have been higher (lower?) on the list if it was softened with maybe an H right after. Alas, it is not so.

Corvus

2 incredibly easy syllables. The V is a little evil (harsh) but with a relatively short name and a soft starting consonant I'm sure it's manageable. Best bird boy. Not much else to say.

Fulgrim

Although apparently a good chunk of people have given it a go - or at least his wives have - we're back to the G dilemma. Personally I'd suggest calling him 'Fulgie' - like Fergie but worse.

Konrad

Quite possibly the most normal name on the whole list. Konrad. Everyone can say Konrad. An easy two syllables with the harshest letter right at the start. Easy peasy.

Roboute

I actually don't know if this is 2 syllables or 3. I even went and looked on Reddit. Some people are saying Ro-Bou-Te, I've been reading it Ro-Boot. Either way these are easy, with the harshest sound being the T of all things. Either way I don't think moaning for poor long suffering Robert is too tricky.

Vulkan

Deceptively soft V and K. What a pleasant surprise. Anyone could moan this easily, and he'd probably be delighted.

Lion

Objectively this is incredibly easy, which is why it made it so high (low?) on the scale. However, I would argue moaning 'Lion' in full sincerity is somewhat hilarious. That sure is the name of an incredibly powerful (and unfortunately incredibly sexy) man.

Magnus

Easy to moan. Probably wouldn't mind if you gave it a go. Again, one of the easier names. I'm sure he'd be happy to tutor you on the subject.

Lorgar

Flows nicely, 2 short syllables, incredibly straight forward. Started mentally calling him 'Lorgie', never recovered.

Ferrus

Incredibly straight forward name. Ferrus, pronounced the same as Ferrous, like the iron tablets. Something something you should do it, it's medicinal.

Leman

Not at the top due to the time it took to decide whether it was Lee-man or Le-man (like lemon). Personal gripe, but if you've gotten this far down without understanding that I don't know what to tell you. Quick, easy, sure why not.

Horus

As much as I wish to be deeply spiteful and shove him somewhere unremarkable in the middle, I just can't do it. This is an easy name. Don't worry, if you struggle at all I'm sure he'd be willing to let you keep trying until you figure it out. Bastard.

[zannolin]

do you have a ranking of the narnia books perchance

sort of but it's incredibly subjective and where the silver chair ends up makes me mad all the time despite it being My Own Ranking. like so.

the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe. she literally has it all. she's THE book to me. even if some elements of prince caspian drive me bonkers (admittedly moreso in the film than in the book but STILL) lww has the power of deep and abiding nostalgia. she can never lose.

prince caspian. last book with 4/4 pevensies. intrinsically steeped in grief. gave us rhindon's name. what, did you think i wouldn't rank this second?

the horse and his boy. do NOT come for me. it has horse in the title so i was deeply dedicated to it as a child, but also, 3/4 pevensies! susan and edmund bond! the queen's grace will do as she pleases! ARAVIS. yes she has many issues, yes i wrote a paper about ethnocentrism and british imperialism and this book, but i can still love it too. it's golden age narnia, man. what do you want from me here??

voyage of the dawn treader. here's where it gets muddy. i think i only rank this one so high because it has lucy in it and i'd go to war for lucy pevensie. i'd do anything for her. full stop. i have yet to reread this one since earlier this year but i'm about to and we'll see if i get any more unhinged about it since having a caspian enjoyer arc, but as a kid, it always made me sad that susan and peter weren't there.

silver chair. MAYBE. okay let's be honest silver chair doesn't deserve to be this low because it's QUITE GOOD and it HAS PUDDLEGLUM and GIANT OWLS....but honestly i would even go so far as to bump it down a rank (for reasons i'll get to in the next one) because. nobody hate me. i don't actually care for book eustace so much, and i've never been particularly attached to jill. THIS MAY CHANGE. i'm still rereading. but it didn't have the pevensies for the first time (magician's nephew DOESN'T count, i hadn't read it yet) and it didn't take place in narnia mostly, and as a kid i was just not into any of the lore going on. i still kind of aren't because like. unFORTUNATELY. i'm a pevensies lover first so none of that was what i loved about narnia and still kind of isn't. however, puddleglum is perhaps the greatest character in all of narnia. and i love the section with the giants, and caspian getting to see england. so it gets rank five.

magician's nephew. weirdly enough...i love this book. like i don't even like digory that much and i'm whatever about uncle andrew and all that jazz and the wood between worlds is OKAY but not my thing and i kind of hate the overly religious imagery of the garden but the lore of the deplorable word kinda fucks and i love polly and okay. no i'll admit it. i love this book because it has fledge. i was SO OBSESSED with fledge as a kid and i was RIGHT for that. HE'S A FLYING HORSE. HOW CAN I NOT. you could honestly swap 4/5/6 so it's MN -> VOTDT -> TSC or MN -> TSC -> VOTDT it really just depends on how i'm feeling and how guilty i feel over ranking whichever dead last. you know. it's tough. they're all so close.

the last battle. yes it has a unicorn and yes it has 3/4 pevensies but a book has never ever made me more enraged as a child. and you know what. i won't lie. mostly that's not even because of them dying, i totally missed that when i was like eight. i was angry about two things. 1) aslan shedding his lion form. FUCK THAT. i liked you BECAUSE you were a lion. 2) HE DESTROYED NARNIA which to eight year old me meant i was never going to go to narnia and i think i'm right to be angry about this. i still am btw. fuck you man. bring it back. (also. sigh. i didn't care for any of the narnian kings after caspian they're boring to me. sorry.)

as you can see. it's almost entirely in release order which is really funny. and it's completely biased based on my own arbitrary emotions. if i made a tier list for these things it'd be a nightmare

[your-name-is-my-favorite-verse]

Finding Sunlight: chptr 6.

Just before I could make contact with the dirt, I was plunged upright in my bed. I groaned and clutched my throbbing head, still disoriented from the wind.

It was dark outside, and my alarm clock read "5:30"

I forced myself to my feet after a few minutes of trying to sleep again, shivering and pulling on an old gray hoodie I had discarded on my floor.

I've had this thing for my whole life, it was a hand-me-down from Chris. It’s worn and ripped, but it’s my favorite. It smelled like the laundry room’s dryer sheets, crisp and strong. I flipped on the hood and checked the weather.

Unpredictable, as usual for late August around here. I walked into the kitchen, and made it my life's mission to do something good for myself.

There wasn't much to work with. A mostly empty stale box of cereal, some bread, butter, leftover takeout. I took some bread out of the plastic baggie, and popped it in my toaster.

While it slowly crisped up under the sweltering heat of relentless metal coils, I downloaded the food delivery app of my local supermarket. I got eggs, ground beef, some fresh fruit, an avocado, and other stuff. Foods that normal people eat.

“As if I could be normal,” I remarked to myself.

I prepared my buttered toast, truly the breakfast of kings, and sat down. Opening my work laptop, I noticed my reflection in the black. For once, I didn’t look miserable.

My hair was messy, and I combed my hands through it carefully until it was mostly de-knotted, checked again on the tinted screen, and pressed the power button.

The scenic wallpaper of the login screen greeted me merrily. “Welcome, Charlie!”

The clack of the keys as I typed in my password was a therapeutic sound, and seeing my commission page was even nicer.

I had a few messages, fans of my favorite shows asking if writing commissions were back open. I don’t exactly recall when more and more people started paying me to write things for them, but I wasn’t complaining.

I smiled, and started a new post.

“Opening up commissions again! message me if you have any requests!”

I bit into my toast with all of the grace of a starving lion devouring a gazelle carcass. It was alright, quite burnt, with the butter spread unevenly, with half-melted chunks still sitting on the bread.

I heard the soft “ping!” of the messaging program on my commission page.

Already? I opened my inbox, to see a familiar profile. Her name was Lisa, or ‘kitty_girl_lisa” online. Of course, how didn’t I see it coming?

Lisa was one of my best customers, from day 1, mostly because I’ll write anything for enough money. An Assassin princess? I’ve done it. A steamy sex piece about an ogre and a human woman? Unfortunately, it exists.

Today was a relatively normal request, no orge sex, no medieval princess spy fiction.

<Chaplin! You’re back online!> Lisa wrote.

I sent a thumbs-up emoji and responded.

<yes! Can I interest you in being my first customer?>

She sent me a payment almost immediately, for 60$. It was an exorbitant amount for what she had asked for, and more than I’d ever charged her. She requested a simple fluff piece, nothing much. I'd refunded the payment at first, saying I couldn't possibly accept that much, but she sent it back without hesitation.

I nodded to myself, and messaged back and forth for a bit. I told her that I appreciated the payment, and I'd have it done by the end of the week.

As I was overthinking the plot framework of a short story, as is my routine, I thought to myself. In a way, writing gave me some sort of power back.

For the last few months, I'd been using corrupted money to pay for rent and shitty takeout.

It was drug money, Ten thousand dollars.

I found my father's stash in a dingy little shoebox in his closet a few months ago, while I was helping my mom and Chris clean out his side of my parents’ room.

I should've turned in the cash when I found it, but I was desperate, and without it I wouldn't be able to pay rent.

This would be the first money I'd actually made in 6 months.

Hopefully soon, I wouldn't need to rely on my long-dead father to support me financially.

I smiled. For the first time in so long, I actually genuinely smiled.

...And then my phone buzzed. It was my friend Maxie, sending a photo to our friend group.

She was in Mexico with her family, grinning brightly with two people who looked similar to her. With hesitance, I opened my messages.

Seeing the group chat sent guilt deep into my core.

A countless amount of missed messages, all now marked that I've read them.

I couldn’t respond. not right now, not to everyone.

Instead, I went to my contacts, and called my closest childhood friend. Someone I knew would still care for me, Cai.

They picked up after the first ring.

“Charlie! Is that really you?” their voice rang through my ears like a gorgeous bell.

“Yeah” I responded. “Sorry- for not calling more often.”

“You don't need to apologize, Charls. You’ve been through enough shit.” they said this with a genuine, caring tone.

I half-smiled on the other side of the phone. “What are you doing today?”

Beep. they had hung up.

I frowned, worried. Did I mess up? I stood there, concerned, until my phone buzzed. It was Cai.

“Get dressed. I’ll be over in 10 minutes.”

In a matter of what felt like seconds, my intercom buzzed, alerting me that Cai was at the front entrance. I let them in, my foot tapping at a rapid pace. There was a knock at my apartment’s door, and I opened it to a beaming face.

Cai was a firecracker if I'd ever seen one. They were about 6 inches shorter than me, and much more energetic. Their black hair was pulled into pigtails, accessorized with mismatched colorful scrunchies. They were dressed in overalls covered in paint splotches. They carried a similarly colorful satchel bag at their side.

They jumped at me almost immediately, pulling me into a hug.

“Charls! It’s been forever, dumbass! Where have you been?”

I just grinned. We both knew where I'd been, but with Cai, it didn't matter. With them, we were both still teenagers, and I had been absent from school for a week.

“Just feeling like shit, I guess.”

Cai tugged on my arm and practically dragged me out of my apartment.

“Where the hell are we going?” I laughed as Cai briskly led me outside.

They paused, looked back at me, and smiled.

“To see an old friend!”

[jarleypeno]

back in the day, Lion King 2 was my favorite movie ever and i had this insane lion phase where i'd draw kovu and all sorts of lions all over on my school worksheets. it got to the point where i made a catholic fursona named Sister Seraphina. she was this white lion with a golden mane who wielded a giant (also golden) cross as her weapon to beat the devil out of the unholy and cleanse the world on her crusades. during this time in my life, i wrote a story about her and a character i made for my best friend.

he was not catholic but i had often wished that he was so i could have asked him to go to church with me. i made him a catholic wolf sona named Brother Bartholomew, because i knew that he loved wolves. he was this ferocious wolf with sleek black fur who loved to listen to christian heavy metal and wore chains to symbolize his dark past before he converted. he also used his chains as weapons, kind of like whips but they were chains. he also rode a motorcycle.

i should mention that i made it a personal rule to NEVER shorten their names or give them nicknames. they were NOT Phina and Bart or anything, they were always referred to properly as Sister Seraphina and Brother Bartholomew always by everyone. even satan. but anyway, at some point in the story, it was revealed that Brother Bartholomew was a reincarnation of Cain which haunted him deeply. he was scared to tell Sister Seraphina the truth because she was always so adamant about punishing the wicked. Brother Bartholomew, on the other hand, would often pray for redemption of the unholy.

i would write chapters of the story down in one of my school notebooks during english class because i really didn't like my teacher. i remember taking the notebook with me to church once and showing it to my priest but he didn't really Get It and told me that i should write less violent stories, but like, in the gentlest way possible and still trying to encourage my writing hobby. i was scared that this meant i might go to hell but i also really wanted to finish the story so i could show it to my best friend. i started secretly writing it more at night before bed while occasionally praying that i wouldn't go to hell for doing so. i also started censoring h*ll and s*t*n because i thought it might make it more likely for the devil to drag me down to hell by my feet when i was laying in bed (real fear i had)

in the climax, they rode the highway to hell on Brother Bartholomew's motorcycle to kill satan forever. when i had finished the final chapter, i tore all the pages out and stapled them together and drew a book cover for it and everything. i even busted out my HUGE box of crayolas that everyone would ask to borrow colors from whenever we did school projects. anyway, i brought it to school and gave it to my best friend to read. he just said "thanks" and took it home with him, and i'd ask him like EVERY day for the next week what he thought and he would just say "its pretty cool" and finally one day he said that he lost it and didn't get to read it at all. then he stopped talking to me after that.

[whosaskingwrites]

Fickle Love (Akaashi x Reader x Bokuto)

A/N: So this was supposed to be for Akaashi's birthday...whoops. But its here now lmao ngl I just kinda wrote with no idea in mind and this is what ended happening so yeah. Hope you enjoy and happy late birthday to Akaashi 💞

Details: 7.8 pages 2,758 words

Date: December 8th, 2020

Warnings: Mentions of poly relationships I guess, angst if you squint, Gn! Reader not really a warning but I didn't know where else to put it

Theme: Akaashi wasn't the best when it came to love. Having a habit of ignoring you and burying himself in work. Leading you to turn to Bokuto which leads to some revelations and a question for Akaashi.

Love was a fickle thing Akaashi knew. People fell in and out of love all the time so he never trusted love. He didn't want love he wanted to avoid it. Avoid the heartbreak he was positive would follow. But instead he met you a bright-eyed student in his class. It took almost nothing for you to mesh yourself into his life completely and making yourself comfortable like you belonged there.

It took even less time for you to weasel your way into his heart and make yourself comfortable. Only a year after you'd met and he asked you out deciding that love may not have been as fickle as he thought.

Four years later and he knew he had been wrong love was indeed fickle and his proof was in the sight across the street from him. There you stood hands clasped around Bokuto's as he kissed your cheek. He waved before running off and Akaashi rushed home preparing for the worst.

A few hours later you slipped through the door "Keiji? I'm home!" You called hearing the soft pads of feet come up to you. Love was fickle he knew you were going to lie when he asked his next question "Hey Y/n. What did you do today?" You suprised him though. Only after you'd gotten over the shock of being called Y/n and not darling.

"I went to lunch with Bokuto today," You said happily slipping off your coat and hanging it up. He certainly didn't expect you to be honest about what you did today. He loosened up a tad bit in response "Oh? Why?" You laughed at his question "Bo needs contact with us you know that. But you haven't been answering his calls so we went shopping and I filled him in on how you were. Afterwards I treated him to lunch as a thank you," You smiled up at him eyes bright with nothing hidden.

"Yeah? Did you guys hold hands so he wouldn't lose you?" He joked and you shook your head "He grabbed my hands at the end of lunch because I promised him I'd bring you next time," you had laughed remembering the incident. Relief flooded him then no of course you weren't cheating on him that'd be insane. You were as loyal as Bokuto was plus he couldn't keep a secret to save his life and neither could you. He relaxed as he realized how wrong he was to assume something.

"Im sorry," He said suddenly while you tilted your head in confusion. "What for?" You had asked before Akaashi leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "I forgot to give you your welcome home kiss," He rolled off casually hiding the fear he'd felt earlier. This fear had only continued to grow as the days went on but it was his fault anyway.

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"Keiji are you free today?" "No I'm busy," "Oh...Okay," 

"Keiji we haven't gone on a date in weeks!" "Im not stopping you from going out somewhere," "I want to go out with you though,"

"Keiji-" "Im busy Y/n,"

Two weeks this cycle continued as you walked to Akaashi's at home office. Two taps against the door and you opened it "Kei-" His eyes snapped up frustration was on his face but he took a breath before it faded. "What?" You sighed turning to leave again "...Im going out to lunch with Kotaro again. He says hi by the way," You left the room quickly and Akaashi blinked 'Kotaro?' Surely you meant Bokuto but there was no way you two were on a first name basis it'd only been a few days since the last lunch.

His eyes landed on the calender and he froze what had only been a few days to him was actually two weeks but still too short for a first name basis. You'd only know Bokuto for a few months and he'd known the male for years and still never used his first name.

He sighed returning to his work. He'd question you when you got back from lunch he didn't have the time to right now. Nor did he know your location so going to find you was like a needle in a haystack. A very big bustling city of a haystack and the needle being you with a slightly bigger needle in the shape of a volleyball player next to you.

He continued work for a few hours before his office door was thrown open. He expected many things when he looked up but he didn't expect Bokuto. But what got him was the fact that Bokuto was furious it was a look he'd never seen before on him. The glare he had on his face was enough to make Akaashi freeze. 

He knew Bokuto was typically happy like a dog but right now he felt fearful since now he staring down an angry German Shepard who was defending their owner. It was silent for a long moment before Bokuto spoke. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Akaashi felt his blood turn to ice at the tone Bokuto used.

"W-what?" He cursed silently at his own stutter Bokuto would latch onto the weakness he showed. "Whats today Akaashi?" Bokuto had asked in that same icy tone. It was so razor sharp and cold that Akaashi was convinced the room cooled and ten degrees.

"...Its December 1st Bokuto-san," He elected to answer the question instead of ask why Bokuto didn't call him Keiji. Based on the mood Bokuto was displaying he didn't expect to be called Keiji. However supplying the date only seemed to rile him up more as his glare sharpened.

Akaashi shivered involuntarily at it "Are you forgetting something?" He barked out and it was then that Akaashi realized Bokuto hadn't blinked yet. "No," he was confident in the answer. Your birthday wasn't until b/d and his was in four days. Bokutos had already passed but said male wouldn't have been mad at him. Sad maybe but not mad.

"Oh really? Then tell me why Y/n is at my place crying because you forgot that today is your anniversary," Bokuto had stepped towards him in anger and Akaashi took in involuntarily step back in fear. "They're at your place?" Akaashi asked and Bokutos jaw clenched.

"Yeah. And they are going to stay there until you sort yourself out," Bokuto growled turning and slamming the door closed with enough force to crack it. Akaashi stood frozen for a few extra moments trying to regain his composure after being afraid. He shook his head as he processed Bokuto's last sentence.

No you'd always come back to him, even if a fight had broken out between him and you, you would always come back. You had to come back he was your fiancé and the wedding was going to be in the upcoming w/f/s/s so he continued to work shaking off his encounter with Bokuto that had manage to worm a tiny bit of fear back into his heart.

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Akaashi didn't fully leave his office again until December 5th. He'd left it plenty of times before then but only for something quick eat or the bathroom or something to drink. In these moments he never bothered to look around the place but now on his birthday he did.

He expected to be greeted by your sparkling voice like you had done for the past four years but instead the house was silent. "Y/n?" He called out walking around the house was still perfectly clean. The last time he could recall hearing you was on the first with the vacuum running and the patter of your feet running around.

Since then he realizes the house had been silent except for his movements. As he walked into the dining room something glinted on the table in the early morning light. When he turned to look he froze there was your engagement ring. The thin band of silver sat there almost mockingly on a yellow sticky note.

He picked up the note and written on it were a few simple words. 'They aren't coming home - Bokuto' his brain filled in the missing words Bokuto had told him a few days ago "Not until I fix myself," he mumbled thumbing at the sticky in his hands. He knew what Bokuto meant he'd been borderline ignoring you for weeks to work.

Thoughts of your anniversary had left his mind but he didn't think it was that bad until right now. Forgetting had been the final nail in the coffin for you but he still had a chance. You weren't gone forever just temporarily misplaced. He rushed to shower and go buy flowers his brain running a mile a minute trying to figure out how to get you back and apologize.

He felt nervous and he was unsure of why until he remembered where you had taken up residence. Bokuto had never been scary to him, just a bright ball of happiness but the fear Bokuto had instilled in him a few days ago had lingered, and he was about to walk right into the lion's den.

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He couldn't see you as he approached the door. Maybe you were tucked away upstairs or in a place the windows didn't show but he'd seen Bokuto. The male was pacing clearly on edge and definitely dangerous but Akaashi would have to face him sooner or later so with a shaking hand he knocked.

Only half a second later the door swung open and Bokuto stood there mouth set in a hard line. Akaashi fought to supress the shiver that wanted to trail up his spine. "Is Y/n here?" He asked and once again cursed himself for sounding so meek. It was just Bokuto he wouldn't hurt him the man couldn't even hurt a fly! Although that sentiment didn't hold much when he felt like he was staring down the loaded barrel of a gun.

"Yes," Bokuto answered after a few beats of silence. His eyes raked over Akaashi's form judging him and seeing if he was ready to have Y/n back. "Can I see them? I'd like to talk," He was definitely playing with fire when Bokuto looked back up at his eyes. "About what?" He asked lowly Akaashi noted that Bokuto was staying quiet which meant you had to be downstairs. "I'd like to apologize for ignoring them and forgetting our anniversary," Bokuto nodded once before swinging the door closed.

He blinked in mild suprise "Bo-Bokuto-san?" He questioned wondering where he went wrong that warranted the door being closed. He was about to knock again when the door opened revealing you. Your h/c hair was slightly messy and e/c eyes half lidded in sleep.

What Akaashi didn't like was the MSBY jersey that swallowed you figure. The number 12 emblazoned on the front and long enough to cover your thighs. He couldn't tell if you were wearing pants but he hoped you did. You never walked around his house like this unless it was after a fun night but he couldn't assume things. Not now and he especially couldn't accuse you of cheating when Bokuto was on the staircase right behind you.

He could see that the golden eyed male was poised to attack when the conversation would start heading south. You tilted your head in confusion "Hello Akaashi," You had mumbled and he did flinch then. No pet names or his first name no, you had decided on formal. "Hi darling," He whispered the pet name but you merely shook your head.

"Why are you here?" The genuine confusion on your face made Akaashi feel a lot worse about everything. "Im here to apologize and seeing as its my birthday id like my present from you to be going on one date with me," He said slowly "Please," was tacked on as an afterthought. You turned your head eyes meeting Bokuto's and Akaashi hated the jealousy that crawled up his spine when his eyes softened.

"Um actually Akaashi I wanted to talk to you about something," Your hands had balled into fists tightly gripping the hem of the shirt you wore. A nervous habit you had whenever something scared you. He felt his heart drop in response to those words and you shook your head. "No no! It's nothing bad- well I guess that depends on how you feel about it," You were quick to try and sooth him and Akaashis heart swelled at the fact that right now even if you weren't getting along you still worried about him.

He didn't even realize you had led him inside until he was on the couch. His eyes trailed over you figure as you sat across from him. The shirt rode up enough exposing part of your thigh and Akaashi could see the hem of a pair of shorts. They followed their path until his eyes rested on the new gold band around your ring finger. It was decorated in a series of small gems that were the same blue as his eyes and he took a deep breath.

"What is it?" He lightly questioned when the silence began suffocating him. Bokuto was behind him somewhere he felt the stare being burned into his back. The second this conversation possibly turned south Bokuto was ready to jump in. "Well...I was wondering how you felt about the two of us becoming um...three of us?" You looked down afterwards hands nervously ringing together.

"...three of us?" He wanted more clarification were you implying a kid or something else? You hummed meeting his eyes before they flickered to the male that was behind him 'oh' it pieced itself together then. You were implying a poly relationship with him and Bokuto. He must have been quiet for too long since your hands began rubbing at your sides.

He scrambled for an answer he knew he was unbothered by it but this was...The two of you were only a few months away from getting married and you wanted to add Bokuto into the mix? Now of all times? He took a shuttering breath as he thought.

"Well...I guess I have to call the restaurant and tell them to change the reservation for three people then," he offered a small smile and your head whipped up. "Really?" You whispered and he could only supply a nod. 

"Yeah now when I'm busy with work the both of you can harass me into taking a break," it was a poor attempt at a joke but you had laughed anyway. He heard a chuckle from behind him as well and he breathed out a sigh of relief. "Keiji are you sure? I don't wanna make you uncomfortable or anything...," you trailed off and he smiled "im sure but are you sure about Bokuto? Hes a little chaotic," He asked "Hey!" Bokuto had an immediate reaction to the accusation.

You laughed reaching out and taking his hand "So is it a fancy dinner place?" You asked as Bokuto came over to take your free hand. He watched your thumb move back and forth across Bokutos hand a comforting gesture and he noticed the minute shake of Bokuto's hand. Unconsciously he reached out with his free hand and took Bokuto's which seemed to startle him slightly as wide gold eyes met his.

Akaashi gave a light squeeze and Bokuto settled with a sigh. "Its the restaurant I originally proposed at so yeah I'd go with fancy," he answered after a second. "You're making me get dressed up for your birthday dinner? Despicable really," you dramatically sighed and he found himself laughing. "Well I suppose we don't have to go since you've already given me the best present I could ask for today," He smiled tilting his head to the side and looking at Bokuto who was sitting cross-legged on the floor with a look of concern on his face.

"You alright Bo?" He looked up at the unfamiliar nickname eyes meeting Akaashi's once again. "M'fine just...I don't own a suit," He said quietly. The silence that stretched afterwards for a long moment before you broke it. "Kotaro what do you mean you don't own a suit you're a professional athlete!" "It wasn't an issue until now!" He shouted back love was fickle yes but as he watched you and Bokuto interact he knew

It was fickle but he wouldn't trade it in for anything.