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[drakens-tattoo-artist]

👉 👈 can I request Angry with an s/o who gets so happy when they see him and always holds their hands out to hold his ?? like even if it’s just touching hands for a moment or genuinely holding hands ? just a super bubbly lil reader that’s like “ :DDD !!! hand, hold, please, i love you” kinda thing ? yeah, thank you, I hope you’re having good day !! 💕

A/N: This is so soft ahhh, thanks for requesting anon! I kinda did a combination of drabbling and hcs, I hope that was okay! (I hope you’re having a good day too <3)

Pairing: Angry (Souya Kawata) x !gn reader

Warnings: None really, just fluffy fluff

↣ Angry almost short-circuits every time you hold his hand or excitedly run up to him when you meet and hug his arm to say hi.

You run up to him as you see him park his bike and stroll towards you, raising his hand to say hello. Your eyes light up cheerfully as you see his blue candy-floss-like hair and bright eyes, "Hi!"

"Hi-what was the hurry for? The sun's about to go down," he says, looking at you worriedly, hoping there was nothing wrong.

"Exactly!" you say hopping to his side and taking his hand into yours and dragging him to the view you wanted to share with him.

He raises his eyebrows in surprise. He looks down at the way your hand fits into his and the way you tug at his arm to show him the sunset, orange and red hues hiding behind clouds. But he couldn't care much about that with the way your eyes were sparkling and how you were pointing at the sky and saying something about how beautiful it was.

↣ He would love to reciprocate the same to you and he tries.

↣ He tightens his hold around your hand, hoping you can read the love in his touch and how much he adores. He smiles at you, moving closer to you cherishing the warmth your hand pressed into his.

↣ Sometimes, he's a little too nervous and jittery to reach out to you the way you would so he would do it as slowly as he could, as softly as he could. When you walk next to each other, he would drop his hand next to yours and link your pinkies together. You're more than happy to reply and squeeze your pinky to his reassuringly, smiling at the blush creeping up onto his face.

↣ You hold his hand when you're sat next to each other in comfortable silence, watching a movie together. Your hand brushes the top of his, asking for permission shyly and he replies by walking his fingers closer to yours, letting you interlock your fingers together as you scooch closer into his chest.

↣ His heart always melts when you wiggle your fingers at him as you hold your hand out at him, offering it to him to hold.

"Are you coming?" you call out to him as you walk into the crowd of people in the mall.

He takes a deep breath, sighing at the way your hand is waiting for his to hold on to and the way your fingers wave around before he moves to you, his palm sliding against yours, and his thumb making soft brushes against your palm as you giggle at his hesitant eyes. "I'm here."

Likes are reblogs are appreciated! <3

[drakens-tattoo-artist]

Confessions| Souya Kawata

A/N: [requested] Anon🤝me (so damn soft for souya) I made this into a tiny drabble so I hope that was okay!

Warnings: None really, just fluffy fluff

Being with Souya felt like home. It felt like the answers to all your questions were delivered when you hugged him and his arms wrapped around your waist delicately, sometimes drumming nervously on your skin, other times pressing patterns into them. He knew many ways to let you know he loves you, from late-night bike rides to irrational purchases that brought the biggest smile on your face.

But he wanted to tell you, he really did. He wanted to tell you how his heart skipped a beat when you called his name with so much delight enveloped in it and how his normally furrowed eyebrows would release their tension when he saw his phone light up with your name.

So he tries to confess. You were sat at the ramen shop, the silence between the both of you pretty comfortable as his hand slips into yours and you tighten your hold around it reassuringly. You were busy scrolling on your phone, your head cradled against his shoulder.

He squeezes your hand to get your attention. You hum, turning your head to him, raising your eyebrows and asking a silent question.

“Hey, listen.”

You look at him with a small smile on your face, waiting for him to continue.

“I love you.” He said is so fast, so quiet, but so gentle that you thought you dreamt it.

He looked at you, eyes wide, a nervous tinge hiding behind. Oh. He actually said it?

Your lips turn up into a huge grin, a small gasp escaping you.

It was so easy for you to say it though, keeping your heart on your sleeve for him, ready to tell him any day how much love you had for him. And he hoped and prayed that his whispered I love you's did the job too.

They did. You were looking at him with love-drunk eyes, hugging his arm closer to you as you hid into his chest to whisper the same thing.

"I love you too Sou."

His thoughts were all over the place, and his heart was racing. He cleared his throat, looking at your cuddled figure and placing a kiss on top of your head, and scoffing, "You'll be the end of me someday."

[drakens-tattoo-artist]

Colors of you | Mitsuya Takashi|

A/N: pure fluff cause Mitsuya has me so soft wtf

Red:

↠ Poorly hidden blushes when you tell him how pretty he looks in the clothes you bought for him. The way he looks away from you, trying to suppress the smile that your compliments brought; it all just pushes you to say more to him.

↠ The way he never fails to pick up the best selection of flowers for you, and the way he knows which ones to get on what days. Roses for the days you feel like walking on the clouds, Lillies for the days things are a little heavy, and a simple sunflower on a Tuesday to remind you that you’re his sunshine.

Blue:

↠ The way the skies have never seemed brighter when you lay next to him on the grass, fingers interlocked, your knees knocking against each other until one of you don’t move away and you shoot him a look, your eyes gentle and a tiny smile adorning your face and he returns his own infatuated grin.

↠ The stupid jokes the both of you crack, pointing at the shapes the clouds are making and the point where he’s not looking at the sky anymore but watching the way the air caresses your face and moves around your hair in waves. There was nothing more calming than this for him and for you; your voices in whispers, soft giggles, and stolen kisses between the laughter.

Green:

↠ The way the both of you grow around the love and support you keep enveloping the other in. He’s there when you come home from an exhausting day out, making you a hot cup of cocoa and lending you an ear to listen to all your complaints and troubles, kissing you on the forehead and telling you that if he knows someone who can overcome all of that bullshit, it’s you.

↠ The days you pull his hands away from his desk as you hear the fifth groan of frustration cause he’s stuck with work. You tell him to come with you for a while as you put on a Disney movie and talk about anything but work, your hands running through his hair and pressing circles around his temple, to help him get off the edge.

↠ He had you and you had him and it was more than enough.

Yellow:

↠ His smile. Nothing makes you happier than the smile he gives you when you’re around him. Little knowing smiles when you’re with others and they crack a joke of which the both of have your own version.

↠ The grin that comes across his face when you text him random memes or tell him the small things about your day like how you thought of him when you saw a pretty little bird or what you ate for lunch and ask about his day.

↠ Stolen glances at you when you’re not watching, busy in your own work, completely smitten with you. The sigh that escapes his lips as he realizes the comfort you give him, his lips biting down a silly 'I love you' as he leaves a kiss on the side of your head as he walks by you.

Black:

↠ The fear that he won’t be enough for you. The days when he doesn't know what to do when you break down in tears because of the other storms in your life and he wishes to take them away from you, but he can't and he thinks maybe he's not enough for you.

↠ The way you tug at his arm, your head nuzzling into his chest, reassuring him that this was perfect and this is all the comfort you could wish for. His hugs were enough to take those black clouds away on most days and maybe he should realize that too.

Purple:

↠ The butterflies in his stomach when you move closer to him instinctively when a car passes by the both of you as you walk on the sidewalk.

↠ The beat his heart skips and his hands trembling a bit when you kiss his cheek thinking he’s asleep as he rests his head on his desk, a little tired from working.

↠ The way his heart won't stop saying your name or his eyes tracing your features as you fall asleep next to each other for the first time and he hopes to God it won't be the last.

Header credits: @/kageyamatwbio

A/N: Head empty only soft Mitsuya hours baybee