anonymous asked:

akechi and akira scenario when they're busy working, etc., so s/o tries to get their attention by sitting on their lap, but s/o ends up falling asleep

This is so cute. lol Thank you for sending this! ^^ I hope you like it!


S/O didn’t have the slightest notion as to what Akira was fidgeting with at his desk; all they comprehended was that it ensnared the attention that S/O coveted. Conflicting feelings of concern and shame dueled within S/O; Akira had a tendency to overexert himself until he collapsed from exhaustion, yet here S/O was, selfishly desiring his scrutiny. Akira would cease working immediately if they expressed this to him, so they remained silent.

Instead, S/O opted to tease him by strolling to his side, crouching down, and initiating a staring contest with his handsome profile. Akira merely pecked their lips with his own and returned to crafting his tools. S/O blinked once, then they bumped his cheek with the tip of their nose.

“S/O. Stop being so nosy.”

They groaned and subsequently nuzzled him. “Take a break? Please?”

Akira exhaled heavily. “Give me about half an hour, okay?”

S/O narrowed their eyes. “Akira.” Their flimsy attempt to subtly threaten him was futile; he had already fixed his onyx gaze upon the mass of equipment on his desk. “Akira,” they repeated, pinching his exposed ear with their cold fingers and proceeding to tug it; alas, the action warranted no response.

S/O had attempted nearly everything to direct his attention toward them; however, Akira was far too adept at the silent treatment; admittedly, they never truly expected to acclaim even a sliver of victory. They surveyed their phone to assess how much time had passed, and S/O world shattered from the onslaught of disbelief; it had only been two minutes.

Suddenly, an idea flitted across their mind, and it was S/O’s final remnant of hope regarding Akira’s rejection of rest. They gripped both sides of Akira’s chair and jerked it back; S/O didn’t delay a moment as they nested in his lap.

Akira’s face lacked expression as he noiselessly tucked himself, along with S/O, back to the table. His arms slithered past them and he recommenced his work.

S/O emitted a dramatic sigh; not even the most opulent riches or spectacular extravaganza could penetrate Akira’s stubborn concentration. S/O ultimately abandoned all effort to distract, and they dolefully smooched Akira’s pale neck prior to delicately resting on his shoulder.

The hushed metallic clanking of Akira’s tools lulled S/O into a tranquil slumber, and he quietly laid his tools against the table. His now empty hand rose to absentmindedly stroke S/O’s fragrant hair.

“Impatient as always,” he breathed, a fond smile adorning his porcelain face. “I’m sorry I kept you waiting… but when you wake up, I’m going to devote all of my effort to making you smile.”

Akira’s only answer was S/O’s complacent and muffled mumbling into his bony shoulder. He chuckled softly, whispering “sweet dreams” preliminary to manufacturing more instruments.


“I’ll be done in just a moment, dear.”

S/O uttered a mental scoff as they frowned at the back of their boyfriend’s cocoa head of hair.

Hours had drifted by since Akechi promised S/O that he would conclude his business momentarily, yet he remained a statue at his work desk for the duration of the day, save for intermittent restroom breaks or the retrieval of his seemingly perpetual collection of documents. S/O both abhorred and admired his work ethic, but this proved to be much too excessive.

“Darling, please give yourself a break. Why don’t we go to the couch for a bit?”

Akechi neglected to glance at S/O as he muttered, “Yes, of course. I’ll be right there.” For once, his words rang true.

…However, Akechi approached the couch accompanied by a stack of paperwork that amounted to precisely two inches. S/O was baffled, to say the least. “D-dear, what do you think you’re doing?”

“You failed to mention that I come alone,” he replied with a cheeky wink.

S/O’s heart skipped a beat, but now certainly wasn’t the appropriate time to be fawning over him, so they donned their best scowl. “It was implied, Goro.”

Akechi exhaled dejectedly. “I sincerely apologize, but I must work on this case. If my deductions are correct, then I’ll be hitting a breakthrough in the imminent future.”

His eyes glistened with hope, and S/O felt completely defeated; how could they say no? Wordlessly, S/O scooted to the far side of the sofa to provide him with sufficient room for him and his paperwork. Akechi promptly planted himself on the cushion and resumed working.

“Goro, you’re favorite show is on.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful, dear.” Those redundantly monotonous responses caused S/O’s grip on sanity to lessen with each dull syllable that slipped past his lips. They even poked and prodded at him to attain any semblance of a reaction; alas, S/O’s sole reply was, “You’re very silly today, dear.”

S/O had enough and boldly perched themself on his lap; they nearly imploded when Akechi failed to respond. He merely peered around S/O to view and scribble on his documents.

S/O proceeded to smack their lips against various parts of his face; his cheeks tinted with a peachy hue, yet Akechi refused to verbally acknowledge them. Consumed with exasperation, S/O despondently nuzzled into Akechi’s neck, and their batting eyelashes tickled it. They noticed that their eyelids grew heavy, perhaps from the exertion of striving to hopelessly capture their boyfriend’s attention.

S/O succumbed, and Akechi grinned as he listened to their steady, rhythmic breathing after sleep carried them away. “…You were very cute today trying to get my attention,” he whispered, warily twisting his head to delicately place a kiss against their forehead. “I promise I’ll make it up to you, my dear… until then, know that I love you with all of my heart.” Subsequent to a second kiss, Akechi’s gaze fastened on S/O’s small smile…

And he almost choked on laughter when a booming snore erupted from their contrasting peaceful face.

anonymous asked:

Hello! First thing first, I love your answers! I recently started following you, and I haven't bit disappointed one bit! Now, for the reaction request! Could I have a "damsel in distress" situation with the companions? But for minor things like.. Danse having his foot stuck in some wireing and can't get free because of giant suit, or killing a spider because someone is afraid! Just small, cute, and fluffy gestures uwu Love you!!

Of course you can anon and thank you so much I’m so glad you enjoy them! Love you too anon! ^-^ 

This is also the 1000 celebration post! A bit of fluff for this one :D

Cait: Cait was having trouble with a particularly tricky bottle that refused to open and almost broke it in frustration. Sole came in to the rescue and wrapped their hands around hers which were subsequently round the bottle. As Sole popped off the top with a gentle nod to indicate a job well done, Cait gave a them quick peck on the cheek to show her gratitude, followed by a playful punch to the arm and a goofy face, she was already smiling again.

Codsworth: Codsy was trying to keep the house clean when he struck a paint can that engaged a domino effect that led to the whole shelf rack falling down. Codsworth was the only thing stopping it from collapsing entirely. Sole rushed in to scout out the commotion and couldn’t help but giggle a little at the sight of Codsworth almost trying to juggle all of these miscellaneous objects. “Uhh Sir/Mum… a little assistance? Please?” Sole gladly helped Codsworth and to make him feel better broke out the polish and buffer. They made Codsworth look as good as new again.

Curie:  She was not used to feeling pain so when she pricked her thumb on a thorn, while out picking flowers, she was certain she was going to die. Sole came running to the sound of screams to find Curie curled up in a ball holding her thumb and whimpering, Sole rolled their eyes with a gentle smile and picked up their big baby Curie. Sole patched her up and gave her thumb a little kiss to make it better. Later on Sole returned with the flowers, except now all tied into a bunch with a little ribbon and presented it, with a big cheese-ball smile, to Curie. She blushed and on her tippy toes she gave sole a quick but loving kiss to Sole’s lips, showing her love for her gift

Danse: In his bulky power armour Danse had gotten himself caught on some torn barbed wire ;). Danse riggled his leg feverishly to get himself free but alas could not. When Sole walked over with thier “Danse what the fuck are you doing? look” Danse in despair replied to Sole’s expression “It’s hopeless soldier… I’m… I’m done for… I’m stuck and cannot get free… go on without me and complete the mission” Sole was in such a trauma from Danse’s dumb ass antics, they sighed all the way over to him and sighed even more when the say it was a stray, ragged strand of old wire that inhibited him. They pulled away and held it to his face, with their own look of “Really Danse?” Danse had gone an unusual bright red “Well, er…. L-lets er…carry on” Sole just thinking to themselves “Big doofus…”

Deacon: “SHIT, WHERE ARE MY GLASSES?!?!” Deacon ran scrambling about trying to find them, Sole simply sat with their head in their hands as Deacon ran about relentlessy “I CAN’T DO MY DISGUISE WITHOUT THEM!” Sole walked over and stopped Deacon in his tracks, holding him as he panted from his frantic searching. Like with Danse Sole donned a “Really Deacon?” look on their face as they reached up to Deacon’s pompadour, then pulled back shading his eyes. Deacon sheepishly reached out to his face, “Ah, er… there they are… err…” They were on his head the whole time…Deacon had turned a bright red from his senior moment.

Dogmeat: Whimpering an awful lot and struggling to walk, Dogmeat eventually curled up in his bed with his head hidden. Sole came over as the sight of Dogmeat in pain weighed heavy on them. Sole gave him the once over and found it was actually a thorn that had stabbed into Dogmeat’s paw. With a quick jolt the thorn was gone and Dogmeat was full of life again, thanking Sole with a barrage of wet dog kisses to the face.

Hancock: He’d got wasted the night before, barely knew what was going on when he tried to get dressed, tripping over as he did so. Suddenly everything was dark. No sound, void of light. Hancock cried out for Sole “HELP! HELP ME LOVE! I CAN’T SEE!” Sole footsteps were heard shooting up the stairs, but they couldn’t see Hancock? They heard his cries coming from the other side of a door, upon opening and flooding Hancock’s eyes with light he flopped out on the floor “Thank god you came… I… I was in some place…. darkness all around me…” “Hancock” Sole replied sternly but with a laugh starting to creep through “You were in the closet…” Sole internally dying at Hancock’s drunken antics, they thought to themselves “For christs sake Hancock” trying not to laugh out loud as they did so.

MacCready: The night before he had a couple nightmares about getting hurt in combat and when he woke in a cold sweat the fear became very real. There was no sensation on his legs?!? “Oh my god… Oh my god… OH MY GOD I CAN’T FEEL MY LEGS!!!” Sole woke in a flustered haze, muttering “Huh… wha..” When Mac explained in tears to Sole that he couldn’t feel his legs, Sole looked down in horror. Then looked at Mac, then back at his legs, then back at Mac. “Mac… you do know right that… those are my legs…” “Oh er… really? oh thank god…” He replied, Sole flopping back down onto their pillow, exhausted from the day and from the mad antics that had just taken place.

Nick: Nick and Sole were exploring an old department store when Sole accidentally set off something. A horrifying whaling filled the room and made Nick jump out of his synthetic, falling apart, skin. “IT’S THE INSTITUTE! THEY’RE HERE!” Nick almost started to unload his revolver at moving shadows when Sole flicked on the lights. “Nick… it was a hair dryer, calm your synthetic ass down metal man :3″ Sole stood by the light switch, watching Nick fumble as he tried to compose himself “Could’ve been the Institute you know…” Nick’s voice turned a little sheepish after his outburst at a wild imagination.

Piper: Sole could hear her screaming and immediately bolted to her aid, when they got out they saw Piper covered in ink trying to stop the printer from squirting more all over the place. As it quickly stopped mere seconds later, Pipers frustration almost brought on slight tears. Luckily Blue was there to help, they took Piper in their arms and handed her a towel to wipe away the ink and creeping tears. Sole quickly left and then returned as quick as they’d gone, they sent Piper up for a hot bath and to relax her trembling anxiety. About an hour or so later Piper came down with a towel wrapped around her precariously. She was in complete shock “Blue… you… you… the printer? It’s fixed!” Sole had scrapped an old set of power armour, used it to fix and rebuild Piper’s printer, fully loaded with ink and polished to a high shine. Piper’s world had lit up as she jumped at Blue to thank them with a rapid succession of kisses all over their surprised face. 

Preston: While traversing the wealth, Preston felt his coat get grabbed by something. In his mind “OH God…. they got me… I’m already dead I know it” Whereas out loud “GENERAL… H-HELP ME!!!” Sole sprinted to assist but when they got their, they just simply put their hand to their face following a sighed laugh. A certain “Preston pls” look as they strolled to Preston’s coat. “Preston… no one’s got you” They said reassuringly “Your coat is snagged on this branch ya big doofus” Preston’s cheeks grew a warm red, as the blood rushed to his face, he felt a tiny bit stupid about the whole thing. He gave his general a quick peck on the cheek as a thank you.

Strong: Somehow Strong had managed to get his head wedged in an old cat flap after chasing one of the strays that sometimes passed through sanctuary hills. With Sole’s handy work and a trusty screwdriver Strong was free of the door in no time, although the flap was still stuck. Strong considered it a gift from Sole “Strong thank human for… helping strong with stuck head. Human never saw did they?” To humour Strong, Sole of course played along, they still think of it every time they strong, or any household pet.

X6-88: Like Curie X6 was new to pain, being so highly skilled in combat meant he never got hit. When X6 caught himself of a shard of glass and saw the blood come fourth “Sir/ma’am… I think… I think I might be dying. Yes… I’m sure I’m dying” Sole gave him a bit of a puzzled look at X6′s dramatics and carried on to wrap his cut in a bandage. Giving X6 a soft jab to his arm to show Sole both cared and thought he was a tiny bit dramatic. When X6′s cut got a little better it graduated to a hug for the big synth cinnamon hunk.

A special fluff post for breaking 1000 followers, I wanted to get this one done to celebrate and it is a very late 2 am here xD. But thank you guys so much for everything, this blog would be nothing without your support so thank you! I love all you guys <3 ^-^