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#DabiHawks holding hands

Hawks, who convinces Dabi to go on a date, where they're both disguised in obnoxiously patterned jackets— a sure crime Hawks dug up from the back of his closet from an old photoshoot— pulled up so high past their mouths and sunglasses darker than night, Dabi doesn't really get it.

Doesn't really know how this is any different than when they slink with the shadows of night, but Hawks looks pleased even beneath the disguise and they're headed off to some unknown dining Hawks fancies. His eyes shift to Dabi's every so often, hand dropped against his side just brushing against Dabi's with every step like he wants to... wants to hold his hand.

So Dabi does it for him, doesn't think about what it means, doesn't think about it being their first, when he grabs Hawks' hand and slots their palms flat together, entwines their fingers and holds it firm against his side.

Hawks' hand automatically curls right along with his, smaller but thicker than Dabi's fingers and it's the first time he's noticed that too.

It feels like the right move when Hawks stares steady fast ahead now, his grip on Dabi's just as tight.

They're in sync, they're walking down the broadlights of Fukuoka, they're holding hands and no one is batting them an eye.

"Y'know," Hawks starts after a moment, "I've never..."

Held hands where it counted, Hawks thinks wordlessly, the last time being the distant memory of his mother's hand grabbing his to keep him from wandering off.

The sentence hangs, but Dabi fills in the blanks.

Never held hands?

Dabi doesn't have to look to know birdie is radiating happiness, the palm of his hands growing warm beneath Dabi's permanent heat.

It's nothing crazy and Hawks knows that, but still it feels like a first of a moment and he's never had, a normal moment before.

Dabi hasn't either.

They don't talk about it and Dabi, doesn't make him.

This is for Hawks.

We should bring back slut shaming, like I will be put down if he continues.

I cant belive im so down for this man and his broken English

hey so this is actually insane xavier! (Fuck me, overstimulate me, breed me)

Imagine running upto Mammon and throwing your arms around him- tackle his ass!!!- and kiss both his cheeks, quickly, before you kiss his lips <3

His reaction is so cute!!!! His arms immediately wrapping around you, so you don’t fall. His eyes widen at the sudden action and he hesitates for a second before returning the kiss, his cheeks turn bright red as he blushes, trying and failing to compose himself a bit~

Then he’s pulling back just enough to breathe but your foreheads are still touching, "What was that for?! Or did ya just miss me that much, human?...” 

“Just because, I love you!….and I missed you.” you smile and kiss his nose, “Damn…ya really know how to get me with all this lovey-dovey stuff…” and you just giggling before pressing your lips to his again <3

Part Four of "Stand Here on the Edge With Me" is out on ao3 today!

Read it here!

I need this engraved in my eyeballs

Drunk!Geto would be so clingy with you. He was brought into the house by Nanami and Gojo and he instantly latched onto you once you opened the door. He would sweetly talk about how much he loved you and how much you meant to him. When you responded to him with the same affection he would get all happy, he also was more bold. Letting his hands run down your hips to grab your ass as he talked to you in a drunk affectionate tone like he wasn’t grabbing your ass. When he got into bed with you, he would keep his head resting on your chest listening to your heartbeat as he hummed. He would lift his head and look at you with a small frown when he felt you try to move away from him. All he wanted was for you to be close to him, even if he was drunk.

MY SHAYLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(WIP - this is the only teaser you get ;3)

I know I already made him as AoD but this is gonna be different and it's for a different thing :) (AKA for my rp blog; @compassionatevanillaorchid)

Stay tuned!~

sorry i cried in front of you. do you still think im cool?

if anyone i know irl found my tumblr i think i would have to crawl into a hole and die

i think haters of the secret history just dont understand the point of the novel. its supposed to make you hate the characters. its about the dangers of living for the aesthetic. you dont like how charles' character progressed? Yeah neither did i that was the point. its such a cleverly written novel and theyre such deep characters. take charles again for example. in the beginning his drinking problem wasn't even a problem, it was just a silly quirk of his personality and something that made him the way he was but slowly it became a huge problem, sending him to jail and then to hospital and causing camilla to get unto a lot of trouble with henry and damaging his relationships with francis and Richard, and ultimately causing Henry's suicide. its about having awareness of the concequences of our actions. while it would have been nice for the fully good characters to have killed the inherently bad character of bunny and gotten away with it aided by a clever plan then lived happily ever after that would have destroyed the point of the book. it reflected reality and i think that was one of the beautiful things about the text along with the way it was written (donna tartts prose is unmatched. fight me.) . also the way the characterswere from a moral standpoint changed drastically too. the pov of richard made us agree with the rest of them thanks to the manipulation tactics from henry and while he is the most unreliable of narrators this adds to the effect of the novel.

anyway my opinions on this are VERY strong and i could go on for hours

giggling and kicking my feet at the fact astarion and karl heisenberg have the same VA