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shoichee · 4 years ago

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Phantom Thieves of Hearts in KNB

Persona 5 x Kuroko no Basket crossover

[knb x s/o reader]

Headcanons on how KNB characters find out you were a member of the Phantom Thieves + what they do afterwards

Warning: very very brief mention of harassment/assault | mild spoilers up to Haru/mild insinuations of Akechi | mild spoilers of KNB’s “Last Game” movie

Part 2 is here! Part 3 is here!

Kuroko Tetsuya

you two started dating for a while, but recently, Kuroko began to notice out how you always seem to weasel your way out of group hangouts or turn down after school dates with him or just altogether disappeared without a trace/word

“Um, do you want to eat together at Maji Burger after school today?”

“Wahhh! I’m so sorry, Tetsu!” you hugged your boyfriend with regret before declining. “I already have plans today…”

or that one time when school ended and right when he turned to ask you if you wanted to walk home together, you were just… gone

you were becoming a Kuroko and he was worried

he tried to ask you about your behaviors but you always brushed him off or deflected the subject elsewhere

while he figured that he should wait before you were ready to tell him, he grew antsier as you grew busier and busier and had no time left for the two of you to hang out beyond just class

one day he decided to follow you using his lack of presence and unknowingly walked into the metaverse along with you

but he then sees your attire changed,

then some other people in costumes,

and weird monsters—

he was just standing behind a pillar the entire time and was waiting for the perfect time to go and confront you when you and the strange group encountered a hostile group of shadows and started battling like pros

his eyes were on you the entire time like: 👁🕳👁

you were so graceful, yet so fierce, and so badass—

after the whole battle, he sneaked up to you and tapped your shoulder for you to whirl around in complete shock

the other PT members were just as baffled about where he came from

Ryuji: “Quick, he’s an effin’ enemy shadow!”

Ann: “Ugh, Ryuji! Be quiet!”

Futaba: “Stuuuuupid, if he was a shadow I would’ve already alerted everyone.”

after Kuroko explains how he came over because he was worried about you as your boyfriend, everyone was gushing (Ryuji was salty that he doesn’t have a girlfriend still, and Yusuke was elated to have found his next art models)

after being sworn to secrecy and lowkey threatened by Haru and Makoto, Kuroko supports you from the shadows (ha ha, get it?)

he asks Riko to teach him how to do massages so he can massage your sore muscles after a rough metaverse run

it gives him more excuses to be with you and touch you and pamper you to his heart’s content

he may or may not have used massage times as an excuse to cuddle and smooch your neck and back

he sometimes asks you what his own “heart” looks like, and you assure him that he doesn’t have a palace because he’s the purest being ever

he pays more attention to the news regarding the PT and gets really worried when even the politicians get involved (you had to reassure him constantly)

he vibes super well with Joker because they’re the silent protagonists™️ with a sassy streak sometimes

he definitely bullies Ryuji, I can feel it

you actually teach him some of your own signature moves to help Kuroko develop new trump cards in future games (especially against Touou Academy)

he teaches you how to diminish your presence to sneak up on shadows even better than Joker’s ambushing

Kiyoshi Teppei

this sweet man is so attentive to you and your needs, even if you didn’t ask anything of him

so when you came to watch the game between Seirin and Kirisaki Daiichi, you were livid

he did not deserve this

even if you hated to watch the game, you stayed until the end, and after, you rushed to the lockers to check up on him

“Teppei! You idiot!” you were already tearing up. “You’re okay, right?”

you were holding his limbs and checking out all the wounds he was sporting

even when your boyfriend assured you, it went in one ear out the other

you were boiling in anger

he pinched your cheek

“I’m okay, (y/n).”

you grumbled and hesitatingly dropped the subject but that didn’t mean you wanted to drop the matter entirely

especially since you had the power to change other people’s hearts and their actions

but you didn’t want to bring it up to your PT members, since at first seemed more of a personal problem within the basketball matches rather than a widespread societal problem

that is, until Ryuji brought up that their own school’s basketball team got extremely roughed up and injured a couple weeks ago, but there were finally news of it coming out because the school tried to keep it quiet (but several students finally leaked the news out)

you then tentatively brought up about Seirin’s recent match

all of you guys did further research on the Kirisaki Daiichi basketball team’s history and you all found out how every basketball team they went against had their aces severely injured or taken out

time to change some hearts

mainly, the Kirisaki Daiichi starter players

luckily for you, Riko ordered Teppei to stay home for at least a few days to rest up before coming back to school, so you were free to do some thievery

you still visited Teppei’s home once or twice and brought snacks and balms (his grandparents love you)

so off the Phantom Thieves went, and you guys all went to work changing five hearts back to back

holy shit, their shadows in Mementos were just as brutal, all of them having their own special foul play or bad attitudes in some type of way even in combat (Yamazaki was the one who didn’t use foul play, but he had brute strength)

the PT succeeded in changing their hearts but got dark bruises and deep cuts in exchange

you in particular had it the worst

you took it upon yourself to play decoy/bait for all the shadows’s battles separately to let the other members finish it all of with All-Out-Attacks for each of them

you chuckled to yourself at how deja vu it all was to you, and you now kinda see what Teppei was talking about when he was willing to sacrifice himself for the sake of his friends

Haru was trying to wrap bandages on your forearms and lower biceps while Ann was applying alcohol to cuts on your legs and a few on your face

when you were treated, you were mostly fine, save for a few blue bruises peeking through everywhere and the abundance of white wraps around your limbs and a bandage or two plastered across your cheek

Joker ordered you to stay home for the next week, and you were fine with it; it would be way too suspicious to show up to school looking completely beaten up

so you were just chilling on the couch, flinching every now and then when your skin brushes over the fabric a little too fast or when your wounds touch anything, to be honest

meanwhile, Teppei was still at home recovering, but he pushed himself to at least be able to go to school starting the next day

day 2 crawled by, and now you’re really feeling the injuries now; everything was beyond sore and that didn’t even account for the natural exhaustion your body felt from coming back after a metaverse trip

in other words, you got double whammied and your body ached to move

you weren’t immobilized but you really preferred to sleep it off all day

you knew that at this time, Teppei would probably push himself to go to school today to see you, so you sighed before you reached for your phone

you texted Riko to tell Teppei that you had gotten sick IF he asked about you; you didn’t want to text Teppei directly because you knew he would immediately come over to your house and then see you in your state, but not letting anyone know where you were would send your poor boyfriend in a panic

you also didn’t want him to worry about you when he had his own body to worry about first

second day passed by without much incident surprisingly, and so you decided to check your phone to see a text from Riko from earlier:

I told Teppei not to bother you or visit you because you needed to recover without any distractions, and him coming over or texting you would just make you not get the rest you needed. Hope you get better soon!

Riko, the MVP

today’s the third day, and your wounds were still so obvious; Joker was right, you were gonna need at least a week

but being absent for a week was also suspicious in itself for student attendance

you heard a distinct knock knock on your house door and you knew you couldn’t avoid Teppei any longer

you shuffled yourself to the door, muttering a few curses of pain here and there before you quietly clicked the door open

when Teppei saw you littered in injuries, he was at first shocked, then confused, then heartbroken that you hid this all from him, and then furious

“Who did this to you?”

“I—uhhhhhhhhh—”

“... Why’d you hide this from me?”

he pushed the door further and let himself in, ignoring your weak protests

he gently scoops you up, gives you a forehead kiss, and walks you over to your room to gently place you on the edge of the bed; he settles himself on the floor beneath you

he looks up at you imploringly to tell him, his arms reaching up with his abnormally large hands to cup your cheeks, thumbing the bandaid on your cheek

“Please… tell me.”

he never uses pleas in these sorts of contexts because he’d feel like he would be pressuring/coercing you into doing something you weren’t comfortable with, but when he did, you knew he was serious, and your resolve easily crumbled

so you spent the rest of the day telling about your double life as the Phantom Thief while he hugged you from behind with his chin on your head

when you finished explaining the basic concepts and the steps to change a heart, Teppei grew silent until he said:

“You still haven’t told me where you got the bruises from.”

“Huh? Didn’t I just tell you that we have to literally battle shadow monsters to change people’s hearts?”

Teppei hums but he taps on the bandaid on your cheek

“You sound like you’ve been doing this for a while, yet this is the first time where you went absent from school, let alone sustain injuries to this degree.”

Shit, you were going to leave out stuff regarding the Kirisaki Daiichi, but sometimes, you forget that Teppei is actually quite sharp despite his oblivious demeanor

so you shyly confessed the rest of the events you hid from him, afraid of how he’ll react once he hears what they did in combat

“I see…” he trailed off, and you held your breath

“And from what you said, they’ll change?...”

you nodded and said, “They won’t be terrorizing any more basketball teams with their dirty plays.”

“That’s a relief,” he sighed. “Although…

I don’t like the idea of you being hurt by their hands.”

“Glad to know our feelings are mutual,” you dryly replied.

he gave a hearty laugh for the first time that day

“I guess so.”

first operation of business once you mostly recovered was to tell the PT that your boyfriend knew and how he came to know about them; everyone took it rather well once you explained yourself and trusted you to keep Teppei in check

thankfully, you don’t get those awful wounds again, but once in a while, when you do come in with a nasty bruise or two, Teppei comes into your house with takeout food and applies a bunch of ice packs for you

Aomine Daiki

you were really good at sports

like... really good at it

sometimes during PE, you would do random trickshots with the ball in the respective sport for the day, or you would do a rather skillful maneuvering to dodge incoming balls from other players, and Aomine LOVED watching his little significant other wiping the floor with your classmates

he, being way too excited at the possibility that you might actually be a challenge for him, challenged you to a one-on-one in basketball

on the street court, you moved as if you were one with the ball, guiding its course as you ducked under his protruding arm, sidestep him as you predicted his change of pace, doing really elaborate spins as you avoided him with ease

were you striking flamboyant poses every time you made a hoop??

he obviously won, but you gave him way too much trouble for someone who he hardly ever saw play basketball

“hey, were you secretly practicing basketball for years and you just never told me?”

you just shrugged and said that you sometimes played for fun with your relatives, but even Aomine, who’s a general idiot, didn’t 100% buy that reasoning

he first thought you were just a Kise 2.0 who had the natural talent to copy and learn from people really fast… but the more he thought about it, the more it didn’t make any sense

where the fuck would you copy a spin-duck-juke-flip combo move? those movements were nowhere close to the orthodox forms of any sport

one day, while he was still thinking about you on the rooftop, he called Momoi

“Oi, Satsuki, research up my (y/n), yeah?”

after being startled out of her wits that he directly asked her for a favor, she went right to work, closely examining you during PE for the next few days

meanwhile, Aomine has just been poking and prodding about where you learned those moves (spoiler alert: he was clinging onto you and draping his lanky arms all over you to get you to fess up)

Momoi’s results: you were extremely agile and nimble like Aomine but you had a huge streak in creativity and craftiness, especially when outsmarting your “opponent”

you were pretty good at balancing your phantom thief life, love life, and school life (you always finished up homework during school, Aomine always naps up the rooftop in the evening and you had the free time to leave for your PT time)

however, when Aomine started getting clingier because he was so damn curious about you, you were no longer able to slip away and use the excuse of “I have a particular schedule and curfew because of my family” because he’d insist he’ll walk you

you then had the idea to let him walk you to your house first, then wait until he leaves, and then go meet up with the PT gang

it worked for a couple weeks, but the added physical work of walking to your home, and waiting for him to leave, and then you dashing to the hideout to make it on time really leaves you beyond exhausted especially after you go on dungeon grinds

in other words, you started sleeping in class a lot and slept on Aomine during lunchtime at the rooftop (which he at first did NOT complain)

he only really started being suspicious when you out-slept him; he’d always wake up in the evenings just to see you still snoozing

you overslept one evening and when you straightened yourself awake and checked your time, you visibly paled and in a panic, grabbed your bag and booked it without a goodbye

you forgot about a confused Aomine who was right next to you

as you dashed to your destination, he was right behind you, worried about what exactly happened that got you so distressed

you headed to a particular coffee shop in Yongen-Jaya (don’t worry, Touou Academy is located in Tokyo as well), and when you sharply rounded a corner, you activated the metaverse app, accidentally sucking in a trailing Aomine

“Wow,” Aomine whistled, after recovering from his shock from seeing you in a more extravagant/raunchier attire. “Babe, you look great.”

you inwardly sighed

out of all things, the first thing on his mind was how you looked, and definitely not the fact that the atmosphere was all distorted

“Daiki, sit tight… I’ll be back.” you pushed a protesting bluehead out of the metaverse before you turned to your PT friends who were watching the ordeal silently

“This looks like deja vu, doesn’t it Mona.”

“Ugh, I still haven’t forgotten what you did, Ryuji.”

“Lady Ann, I would never handle you like that—”

“Liar.”

you all did business as usual, and you asked Joker if you could at least explain to your boyfriend the basic going-ons; he nodded

the next day after the information sunk into Aomine’s dense head, he still wanted to see you in your phantom thief outfit (you smacked his arm)

still, it finally explained why you were unbelievably nimble

from now on, every free time you had together, he drags you to the court to play one-on-one’s; he might even practice and pick up some of your own moves to use in his games

when you’re exhausted (quite often), he always offers up his shoulder for you to sleep on, or even better, lets you sit between his legs as you lean against his chest, cradled between his arms

after Aomine dumps off his old porn mags to Ryuji, they suddenly become best friends JWBWITBWJ jk, but in all honesty, Aomine was surprised to see Ryuji expressing the same level of passion (about track) like Aomine does for basketball (apparently Yusuke’s passion for art flies over Aomine’s head because “I don’t get it, they’re just scribbles”)

you guys may or may not teach each other different parkour moves, just for fun

Midorima Shintarou

when you first met him, he found it super odd that you didn’t find his obsession with oha asa off-putting at all

sure, you raised a brow when you first found out, but you never really joked about it nor did you seem to care right after

“Is that your lucky charm today, Midorima?” indicating to his ziplock of herbs

“Yes.” he adjusted his frames “Today is an average day for cancers like me, nanodayo”

“Okay”

“Okay?” he thought, caught off guard not only at the fact that you were the first person to bring up that it was a lucky item in a conversation, but you being so casually accepting as well

usually people ask him the more logical question what the hell he was holding rather than if what he had was a lucky item

he chastised himself for overthinking, he probably had a particular reputation and thought rumors spread to most people about his oddities, and that you weren’t an exception

in truth, you saw way more concerning things than some green haired boy holding a phone book around

in other words, the only way to really make you shook is to just pull out something scarier than all those shadows from the metaverse

besides, Joker has a few weird inventory items of his own: moonlight carrots, random accessories and weird trinkets as weapons and gears… you name it, he’s got it all

honestly, Midorima just reminded you of Joker in terms of both of them having the weirdest items but then turning out to be unexpectedly useful sometimes, and you’re just really amused

Midorima would probably start crushing on you once he was panicking because he thought he was careless when losing his lucky item (in reality: Takao decided to fuck around with him), and after you noticed his visible distress, you offered your dried squid (which you coincidentally packed for lunch today as a snack)

you heard him mumbling about where the squid was and so you handed him your package and asked him if this was the lucky item for today

once he quickly nodded, you tossed it him and said that it was his to take

Midorima was sputtering, oh no

he’s fallen and he can’t get up

after beating the ever living shit out of Takao, he’d reluctantly confess that he’s “interested” in you; Takao got the memo and cackled

next few weeks pass by with you two making small talk before class and during breaks, with a snickering Takao always nearby

Takao, being wingman, invites you to watch a Shutoku home game (cue Midorima staring daggers)

so you showed up, and boy you were SHOOK

no shadow would ever be able to do some accurate shots and aiming like that

so it kind of became a ritual of yours to go to the home games whenever you can (if PT activities didn’t interfere), plus you’d figure Joker would do something similar to learn skills useful for the PT

so you decided to observe the team (mainly Midorima) and maybe watch their moves to see if you can apply them to battle

oh, why is he so good-looking even when he’s especially sweaty and—

Midorima will never admit it, but he always looks for your face when he walks into the court before he relaxes

“Shin-chan, looking for your lover?”

“Shut up, Takao.”

but his blushing gives him away so badly and Takao keeps busting out laughs, holding his stomach

your presence kinda became Midorima’s new lucky charm for the games

and you two got closer now that you had new topics to talk about (basketball and other hobbies)

it was only until Midorima asked about what you did in your free time that you stopped and just went silent, caught off guard that he was interested in your life beyond school

“Uhhhhhhh…” you couldn’t tell him you steal hearts on the downlow

“I just… do a lot of volunteering”

“Is that so, nanodayo.” he didn’t deliver it as a question, as he narrowed his eye at your reaction (where you were generally normally collected)

one day after school, when Midorima went to go look for you, he found you with Joker

and you looked very close with him

jealousy as green as his moppy hair reared its ugly head and he didn’t know whether to approach you or leave you be… until Takao pushed him from behind

“O-oi!”

“Ah, Midorima! There you are! I was waiting for you!” you called him over, while Joker was silently assessing the green-haired man from the glint of his frames

he awkwardly headed over to you, and you introduced Midorima and Joker together and you told Mido that Joker was a really good friend and coworker

“You work, nanodayo?”

wait wait wait shit that was a bad slipup—

“(y/n) works with me sometimes on several odd jobs around Tokyo—”

“A-and I volunteer afterwards!...”

Joker gives you a look of exasperation and “you suck ass at lying, holy crap”

you wanted to slowly introduce your crush to your PT friends, so you did, every week, you’d ask each one/two to come to Shutoku where you’d introduce them to Midorima

Midorima is secretly happy that you’re opening up about your personal life to him, although he constantly gets a naggy feeling that something wasn’t right, especially when your “friends” kept acting weird sometimes when he asked the specific questions of:

“Do you guys always hang out?”

“Where do you guys even meet up if I never saw (l/n) with you anywhere near Shutoku?”

“How’d you guys meet?”

“How long have you been friends?”

oh no, this was gonna go south for you fast

thankfully, your friends were decent actors (Ann, not you)

Midorima really vibes with Yusuke’s wavelength, and Yusuke praises Midorima for “his expression of art through the use of his lucky charms”

Midorima feels weirdly happy that someone for the first time is unabashedly praising him about his superstitions LMAO

anywho, so you and Midorima were kind of in the “more than friends” situation as time went on, but he was still frustrated that he wasn’t exactly “close” to you emotionally; he knew you were hiding something from him

one day, you stopped coming to his games for 4 consecutive games

Midorima is kind of dying

he’s dying and really scared that you’re not into him or he did something wrong, but he’d rather die than ever admit it

one day you approached him really nervously, and ask him to come with you to an area in Shibuya aND HE THINKS YOU’RE GONNA BREAK UP WITH HIM EVEN THOUGH YOU GUYS AREN’T EVEN OFFICIAL

you start apologizing at the fact that you couldn’t come to his games and Midorima insisted it wasn’t a problem (yes it was, he was so stressed)

actually, for the past few weeks you were hoping your PT gang would approve Midorima and later on you hoped to tell him about your thievery with your friends’ approvals

you bring him to your PT gang and from there all of you explained what you all did, confessed what you all were hiding, etc. (they trusted him as per your begging and pleas)

you told Midorima that you couldn’t make his games recently because of those PT activities

he thought you all just lost it and he thought you were mixed up with some crackhead junkies and tried to pull your arm to leave ASAP

but Joker just gives a smirk before he activated the metanav and sucked everyone in

Midorima’s reaction is like Makoto’s when she first witnessed the metaverse

after the whole ordeal and him digesting the information, from that point on, he gives you small lucky items/charms and makes you take them along in your inventories “just in case” but we all know it’s because he’s worried for your safety

oh and you officially became a couple ( ˘ ³˘)♥

bonus: you pester Midorima to teach you how to “shoot” more accurately/farther to help with your PT battles especially in throwing projectiles like *model* daggers and shurikens

he gets along best with Yusuke and Makoto

Akashi Seijuro

so in this au, the PT gang more or less goes to Rakuzan with you or at least goes to a school near yours in Kyoto

this headcanon also takes place shortly after “Last Game,” so his “Oreshi” side reigns

so since the o.g. PT originated in a Kyoto school (in this AU, rather than Shujin Academy), Akashi, as student council president, had more or less heard it from the principal to be wary of this similar “prank” with other kids, and to give harsher discipline if anyone was caught doing so

honestly Akashi thought these people were really over-reacting to mere rumors, but he’ll do what he’s gotta do to maintain order at school

nothing escapes this guy’s eye, literally

he noticed how you’re paying more attention to any nearby conversations that mention the key phrase, “phantom thieves”

“Darling, is something the matter?”

“Oh, sorry, I was just curious in what they were saying,” you said, tugging his hand with yours as you walked on ahead

you weren’t lying at the moment, his eye didn’t see any signs that you often did when you do lie

you knew being a phantom thief while dating THE Akashi Seijuro was a suicide mission but you literally prayed to fucking Igor that your acting skills were sufficient enough in getting past his radar (you asked Joker to help you with this; never ask Ann for acting tips)

Joker suggested for you to try to give half truths, and when you give whole truths, to make them vague and casual enough

for the next month, it was all fine, Akashi hadn’t suspect a thing and things were going uphill for the phantom thieves as well

your group was getting coverage from even the big news channels

but if something grows popular, there’s bound to be gossip, malicious slander, and lies

Akashi was just getting overwhelmed by requests from administration and faculty to try to control the students’ enthusiasm for the PT and deter their efforts in openly showing support

of course, you help him with his paperwork often

you’re just reading all these papers and you’re trying to stifle your laughs

“What’s so funny, love?” he teased, eyes narrowing affectionately at you

“They’re just really ridiculous.” you were honestly dying at the fact that some kids think the PT members were super spy agents from abroad sent to undermine society

and he had to admit, they were, and he responded with a light chuckle of his own

the next day, while you two were cooped up in the student council room to sort through papers, a female student timidly walked into the room and asked for help specifically from Akashi

a PE teacher was allegedly touching female students, and she happened to be one of the victims; none of the adults took her seriously so she hoped Akashi would appeal to them

you were next to him, gritting your teeth and digging your nails into your palms as you were hearing this scared girl being forced to turn to another peer because she couldn’t get help from any adults around

Akashi vows to make her request his top priority and you swore you found another reason to love this redhead of yours

as soon as the student left, Akashi squeezed your shoulder to comfort you and you put your own hand over his, squeezing it back

“Don’t worry. Leave it to me, my love.”

you smiled, although in your head, you’re planning to tell this to the PT to settle this in a different manner

mission success, you changed the heart of the teacher and news spread like wildfire in Rakuzan once he confessed and turned himself in

everyone hailed Akashi as a hero, since the female student thought he must’ve did something

Akashi might’ve talked to some other teachers to convince them to speak out the other day, but he didn’t do anything to warrant such a drastic change in the perpetrator’s behavior

he frowned; you were the only one with him at the time the student asked for help

as more news of PT pop up, this incident was too convenient to call it a coincidence

it’s time that the two you had a talk

as he walked briskly around campus, trying to look for you, he noticed you and the PT gang together; he’s seen them around with you for the longest time and knew they were your friends, and none of them raised any alarms in his head… until now

“Hey, (y/n), are you sure it was okay to change his heart right after you heard that student’s request?”

“Yusuke, I… know it’d look really conspicuous considering the surge in news coverage,” you started. “But the point of us starting this thing was to help others in need! If we’re just waiting around to keep a low cover just for our own convenience, then what’s the point of being Phantom Thieves?”

Akashi stopped in his place, amazed at your resolve

“... Shall we finish the rest of the Memento requests?” a deep voice rang out, belonging to a certain ravenette, Joker

everyone nods, a unanimous decision

the metanav activates, and Akashi immediately noticed the change in atmosphere

he tried to escape it but once it activated, it already pulled him in

the PT members don’t notice him and they walked a few meters ahead onto the tracks, until Futaba cried out that there was a strong shadow

“Guys, careful! Powerful shadow detected right at the entrance of Mementos!”

“Bwah?—that’s impossible!” Morgana hopped to try to look at Futaba’s screen

as everyone runs back to the location, you gasped

“A-Akashi?”

no… there were two Akashi’s, one of them the real person, and the other his shadow

Akashi looks completely lost; it was like facing his “other” dominant self again except it wasn’t in his mind

it was real

“I thought we decided to become one again,” Akashi calmly spoke to his other self

“We have… but a part of you is hesitant to accept the new side that embodies both sides of the same coin that is you.”

“Isn’t that your significant other, (y/n)?” Makoto whispered, and you could only nod as your throat became dry

“Shouldn’t we help him?—” Haru started

“No,” you quietly whispered

it was something he needed to confront alone

Joker nods in understanding as everyone continued to watch, ready to jump in to help in case something goes awry

“You’re still afraid,” his shadow continued. “You still feel the guilt from how you treated others when you were me.”

Akashi said nothing, not denying a single thing the shadow said

“You’re correct, and while I am still wary of you,” he began. “I’m no longer alone. I have friends and a special someone to protect, and they would do the same for me.”

“What if you end up hurting them again? Maybe you’ll hurt your precious lover,” his shadow taunted

“Then they can deal with me however they see fit,” Akashi spoke with resolve. “Until then, I will be someone who will carry himself with dignity and share kindness with others like a true king.”

long story short, Akashi became a persona user after the iconic “I am thou, thou art I” monologue

Akashi took the pain of attaining the persona like a badass with such calmness; the only indication that gave away the fact that he was in pain was that he collapsed onto a knee and winced as he held his head with one hand, the other hand on the floor to stabilize himself

his mask would be like an extravagant masquerade ball mask, with three long, pointy feathers attached to the right side of the mask to give Akashi the silhouette that he’s wearing a tiny crown on the side of his head

Akashi’s attire would definitely have a blazer cape and a simple earring similar to Howl’s from Howl’s Moving Castle; lots of mahogany/burgundy/scarlet + browns color schemes

imagine after an All-Out-Attack, Akashi’s finishing screen says “My Orders Are Absolute” as you hear his voice say “Lower your head” over that

at first, Morgana suggested the codename as “King,” and while it would make sense, Makoto was already “Queen” and you rejected that idea on the spot for obvious reasons

Yusuke was very occupied gushing dramatically over Akashi’s PT outfit and how the colors just worked so well together with his hair too, and he suggested the name “Crimson” or “Scarlet”

it stuck (you can choose which you like better)

while Akashi isn’t an official member of the PT, he’s informed just as much as the official members, and he goes when he feels like the mission is a bit more dangerous than usual in order to protect you ｡•́‿•̀｡

he and Makoto would get along well since they’re both student council presidents and both love to strategize

however, Akashi is different; while Makoto analyzes shadow weaknesses, moves, and potential item drops, he provides position strategies since he noticed everyone just kind of stands adjacent to each other and directly in front of the enemy shadows

he likes to apply basketball systems of defense/offense depending on the situation of ambush to fully utilize each member’s abilities (like how he does with Rakuzan’s team)

once Joker introduces Akashi to Akechi and Hifumi, he’s over the moon

Akechi and Akashi are so similar in wit and personality (Bokushi side though, not as much the current Akashi) that Joker thinks he made the mistake of introducing two formidable figures together

he’s very impressed with Hifumi, and although he’ll still win the shogi matches against her, he acknowledges her as the best challenge he’s had since a long time

you were kinda jealous that he was spending a lot of time with Hifumi playing back-to-back matches but he made it up to you with cuddles

you and Akashi are the power couple™️

imagine yours and Akashi’s showtime together !!

End Note: howdy there! if you would like to see more persona 5/knb crossover headcanons, just submit over names of other knb characters you would like to see this particular headcanon for hehe

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daydream-believin · 4 years ago

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The Never-Ending Roadtrip (campfire songspell)

Summary: (part 1) Reader has joined Douxie on the quest for Nari’s safety. He’ll need company won’t he? - (part 3) camping and fun fun crush anxiety (part 4)

Warnings: swearing, whole fish-eating, mention of blood, i’ve stopped proofreading shit

Word Count: 3678

a/n: don’t worry there’s no more haunted stuff after this. or missouri. Y/n doesn’t smoke she just feels the need to have a way to set fire to things on her person at all times. a pyromaniac, if you will. also they have been roommates this entire time i just forgot to mention it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Archie was not happy. He couldn’t believe that Douxie would just ditch him like this. It wasn’t like him. Watch the boat, Archie. We’ll be right back, Archie. That was seven hours ago. A rainstorm had come and gone even. He thought for sure that at least Y/n or Nari would have reminded the other two about his situation. But, no, here he was, soaked to the bone and still alone. In Missouri. In misery. As mad as he was though, he was equal parts worried. It wasn’t like Douxie to just forget about him. Something was wrong.

When he finally caught sight of the rest of the party returning to the ship, Arch breathed a sigh of relief. And then got ready to breath fire. Which he quickly put out, after seeing the looks on the kids’ faces once they got close enough. So something was wrong. They looked as if they’d seen a ghost.

“Are you three alright? What happened?”

“Nothing we didn’t survive. Look, we got the tent.” Douxie held up the box to show Archie. He just flicked his tail in response. “It’s already dark, so we’ll tell you all about it while we set up camp. Alright, Arch?”

Archie rolled his eyes. He still thought this camping thing Douxie was pushing was an awful idea. But he’d let his wizard familiar make his own mistakes. He’d been doing a lot of that lately, or, well, more like nine centuries. Tough love. Young wizards cannot learn until they blow up potions in their faces. And this was going to be one of those times. He’d give it till sunrise. Midnight, even. He’d make a bet with himself, if they give up before sunrise, he’d treat himself to some fresh salmon. If they stubbornly don’t give up until after, a can of tuna.

After taking the boat a way into the wooded area they were hiding in, and answering all Archie’s questions, they picked a good place to settle for the night. Or at least Nari did. Douxie and Y/n were still iffy about it. it wasn’t exactly camping spot nirvana, but Nari really took a liking to the spot and its aura or whatever. Eh, she just kind of sniffed the air and told Douxie to stop. She liked the abundance of plant life here. Lots of roots sticking up from the ground, and little berry bushes. Which was going to make for bad ground to bed down on. But that’s alright, they’ll just cushion it with extra blankets. Extra blankets that they did not have. Or even regular blankets. They had no blankets. Fuzzbuckets.

It was going to be ten degrees out later tonight. Well, Douxie guessed they’d have to go back to that ‘huddle together like penguins’ plan. Which wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, now that he’s thinking about it. Cuddling’s pretty nice. A flush spread across Douxie’s freckles. He’d get to embrace Y/n. Pretend like he couldn’t feel how soft her skin was. Pretend like he totally didn’t want to be holding her, but it was essential to their survival so he had to. Archie and Nari would be there too, snuggling with them, so he could pass it off as platonic. But would he want that. Wouldn’t it just hurt when they let go in the morning. After holding onto her for dear life all night, to just get up and act like nothing happened the next day. Would he recover from that? His blush deepened in color. No, they’ll just have to go make another trip to the store. A different store. Hopefully one that’s free of spirits this time.

But he didn’t need to spend time thinking about cuddling his crush. No, he had to set up camp. Y/n was already building the fire. She was half-way through, by the looks of it, and he was just standing here, staring into the tent instructions, blushing away and not comprehending a thing he had read. In fact, he couldn’t seem to read them now that he was focusing. Oh, look at that, they’ve been in Russian this entire time. His blush turned into an embarrassed one. Not only had he been staring off into space, he had been staring into something he couldn’t even pretend like he was reading. Lovely. He hoped no one noticed. Y/n had. Although, she had just assumed he could in fact read the Russian text and didn’t question it. Perks of being a mysterious immortal being. After barely skimming the instructions he could actually understand, Doux took the tent out of the box, to at least make it seem like he had definitely been reading this whole time and he did have the slightest idea of what he was doing.

Douxie checked back to the instructions, careful to make it look like he was just checking back over it, and not reading it for the first time. He added a head nod to make it convincing. Okay, so he needed to spread out the tent. He got down on his knees and rolled out the large bag of nylon in front of him. It took him a minute to get it to where there weren’t any folds and the shape looked right. As right as a saggy boneless tent could look. Alright, now for the poles. Douxie looked around him and found no poles. Where were the poles? Bleeding balroths, did he buy a tent without poles? Oh, no, it appears they were just still in the box. Ain’t that just the way.

Douxie got to work connecting the tent poles. Thankfully, they were connected by some sort of elastic and he didn’t have to figure out which went with which. He found the eyelets they were supposed to go in on the corners and slipped them in. it was a bit tricky, but he managed. He was glad to be able to have something to do with his hands to get his mind off Y/n. The universe did not let him avoid his thoughts for long, however, since now it was time to raise this bloody tent, which required two people, and Archie and Nari were nowhere to be seen. Of course. Y/n was glad to help him raise the tent. She was glad to hold it while he staked it to the ground. She was glad to do anything with Doux. He just felt guilty for asking.

Finally, their new home was up. For the night anyway. Curious, Y/n opened up the zipper door of the tent. It was small, but cozy nonetheless. She poked her head in to get a better look. Doux followed suit. She turned to him, to make some comment about it, but he didn’t hear a word she said. He was too focused on how her face was incredibly close to his face. Her lips, although in the middle of saying something to him, were right next to his. Could she notice he had been looking at her lips? He prayed she couldn’t notice him looking at her lips. She had. Y/n tilted her head in a gesture. She was asking him a question. Quick, response.

“HAAHAHha yes,,” Douxie panicked.

“Oh, ah, okay.” Y/n ducked back out of the tent. Oh Merlin, what did he just say to her.

***

Y/n spent a significant amount of time trying to light the fire, first with her shitty gas station cigarette lighter, then with some spark spells, when Archie came back and lit it with no problem. Damn dragons, always, breathing fire? He wasn’t around while she was struggling either so he couldn’t have helped her sooner. She was sure she had something to be irritated at him about though. He gets to sleep all day and he doesn’t have to pay bills or wear pants. Yeah, there it was. The smell of woodsmoke filled the air. It was fantastic. Y/n took a deep breath. The fire she had built wasn’t exactly a neat log cabin like she had been taught in girl scouts, but it’d work well enough to cook their dinner and keep them warm. Dinner, what were they even eating? Apparently, the answer to that question was trout that Arch caught in the river and some sort of root that Nari dug up. The roots were a bit strange, but Nari had insisted that they were delicious when roasted. Guess it was time to trust the veggie-lady and pray to the stars that they wouldn’t be spending this night poisoned.

The trout was great, although, whole. Y/n wasn’t sure how she felt about how it was looking at her while she ate it. Yeesh Archie, remove the heads? Don’t cats like to decapitate things? But it was a really good trout. Nice smoky flavor from the fire, seasoned with herbs that Nari picked. Douxie liked it, not seeming to mind the still intact head as much. He ate two. Y/n had no idea how he could fit two whole trout in his stomach but he did just that and ate some of Nari’s roasted tubers too. Speaking of which, they actually weren’t that bad. In fact, Y/n found herself eating quite a lot more of them than she expected. A quick google search revealed that they were something called a fairy spud. Y/n made a mental note to go look for some when she got home. If she got home. Maybe home would be different by the time they were safe from the Order. Maybe they’d make a new home. Of course, they’d have to since Douxie fucking burned down the apartment they shared along with their place of business. Her roommate could be a real dummy sometimes, but that was okay, it was entertaining. And cute. His recklessness was very cute. She’d even call it endearing.

The fire cracked loudly, scaring Y/n out of her revelry. Douxie had also jumped beside her. It was a very loud crack indeed. Archie looked smug. Y/n wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was pride for the trout that he had caught himself. Y/n wasn’t about to pretend to know what went on in an ancient cat-dragon’s head. And she had been taught not to meddle in the affairs of dragons, for she would be quite tasty baked into a blood pie.

She wasn’t sure what was hotter, the fire or her face. Y/n supposed that she was lucky for that fire, to blame on for her flushed cheeks. Douxie was not only sitting beside her, but right beside her. They were just sitting on the still-damp ground, there was plenty of space. He had said something about the smoke being too annoying over on the other side, but that didn’t mean he had to sit so close to her. Not that she didn’t want to be sitting right next to him. She’d focus on the fire, she loved fire. Just focus on the flickers and the popping and the smell. And she couldn’t stop thinking about him next to her. It was just, a little much right now. Too romantic. It was like Douxie and the fucking universe were conspiring to take her out. In both senses of the word. Stars, they were practically all alone out here, sitting by the fire, rubbing shoulders, and oh look at that, he’s got a guitar now.

Douxie had gotten a bit bored just staring into the fire, and desperately needed to distract himself from the fact that he just sat so close to Y/n. Why the hell would he do that. She had noticed, he just knew she had noticed. Time to salvage his pride. What better way to fix all those problems than with some good ol’ fashioned campfire songs? Luckily, he always had a great instrument with him now. Transfiguring his staff, he started to play. He’d stay away from the rock and roll for now since it was literally ten o’clock at night and they didn’t need any park rangers showing up. At first, he just played some classics with the volume turned down, then just practiced some riffs for a while, but once he noticed both Y/n and Nari get noticeably sleepy, he switched to a softer, sweeter melody. His fingers expertly plucked at the guitar strings, and also Y/n’s heartstrings in the process. It was such a beautiful lullaby he was playing. She wished she could hear him play it every night.

Nari was the first to head into the tent for the night. She curled up in one of the corners. Y/n would follow her, but Doux was still playing that lullaby, and she didn’t want to miss a note. It was like it was putting, well, a spell on her. She had a really hard time keeping her eyes open despite her will to keep listening to him, but Douxie picked up on it, stopping to her dismay.

“Come on, Love,” He scooped her up as if she were a child, “Let’s get you to bed,”

He carried her to the tent, but stopped dead in his tracks at the entrance. Fuzzbuckets, he forgot about the no-blanket problem. Archie was going to stay awake and keep the fire going through the night, so the cold was no longer a problem, but the ground was going to be hard and lumpy. Their backs were going to be incredibly sore in the morning. Great. He’d let Y/n use his chest as a pillow. No hidden motives here, it was just chivalry. Once they settled into a comfortable and totally not weird position, they began to enjoy a peaceful night sleep to the sounds of nature. Which lasted half an hour before the tent decided that was enough.

It kept shaking, as if someone or something was assaulting it. But whenever one of them got out to fend off the attacker, no one or thing was out there. And Archie was out there, watching it, and he reported nothing unusual. So, maybe the tent they bought from a haunted store was haunted. Who could have predicted that. Oh well, it’s not like it was that endangering, just annoying. They tried their best to ignore it.

But haunted tent did not like being ignored. That lovely woodsmoke smell shifted into, something strange, like, diet blood? The sickly smell of blood but lighter, gentler, and faint. As if the tent wanted to scare them but wasn’t really into it today. Again, not really that endangering as it was annoying so they elected to ignore that also. Nari didn’t seem to be on board with that decision however, and left to go lay by the fire with Archie. Douxie was acutely aware of the head resting on his chest. He was trying his best to control his heart rate and was failing. There was no way Y/n couldn’t feel it. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could do this. Lady Fortune smiled upon Doux. The tent abruptly collapsed in on them.

***

So plan B was to find an inn for the night. After making sure the fire was out, they headed off into town on foot. It was eerily empty, nothing but the occasional car passing through town, but they were in middle-of-nowhere Missouri. The lack of nightlife at could be excused. It was two in the morning; most townies weren’t out partying. The traffic lights reflected off the pavement. It was odd seeing the lights run with nothing there at the intersection, like they were directing invisible traffic. As if there were ghost cars. Maybe they should just get out of this town actually. And they would have, if they weren’t so exhausted that they felt like zombies. Absolutely knackered.

There were exactly three inns in this dinky little town. One that was very fancy, in which they couldn’t even afford to stay in a broom closet at, one that was run-down and cheap, but full, and the last one, their only available option, which was somehow even more run-down and sketchy than the other. Just looking at the outside of it, it was pretty obviously haunted. Or it could be that the people who worked there were really committed to Halloween decoration and got an early start this year. Yeah. The man at the front desk wasn’t exactly a friendly character either. All in all a bit dodgy. Y/n was getting quite antsy, and not only from the creepy vibe. This was the last-resort inn, and with the other one full, there was a good chance that this one might not have the most ideal rooms available. And she had read enough cheesy fanfiction in her life to know exactly where this was headed.

Sure enough, the gentlemen at the front desk informed them that the only room they had left was in fact that famous room with only one bed. She’d snort if this wasn’t killing her inside. She quickly put up a poker face. Douxie balked at the information, but they were desperate, so he quietly accepted his fate and took the room key. Lady Fortune could be kind of a bitch actually. The journey down the hall was awkward as hell. Nari wasn’t sure what was going on, but she didn’t like the atmosphere. She looked up at Y/n and took her hand. Y/n smiled down at the forest child. Nari didn’t return the smile.

They entered the room and took it all in. The first noticeable thing was the smell. Not blood this time thankfully, but stale dust and mothballs. They could work with mothballs. Nari wasn’t visibly repulsed by mothballs. The carpet was sticky. It’d be best not to think about why. There was that cursed full size bed. The only bed left and it’s not even a queen. Douxie and Y/n weren’t even going to be able to have any distance between them. Douxie took a deep breath. There was a shabby little dresser with a tv from the 70’s perched upon it. You know the ones with the rounded screens, big dials, and bunny ear antennas? Y/n wasn’t even going to try turning that on. She got the feeling whatever was on the local channels was not something she’d want to see. She’d not even check the news station for the weather report. Whatever stories were newsworthy in this town was not something she wished to know about either. There was a small armchair in the corner. The floral fabric was torn, revealing that it had been reupholstered recently. Nari took a liking to it and curled up for the night. Archie joined her and got comfortable. Doux cursed under his breath. He had been counting on Archie staying in the bed with them, to make it less awkward.

Y/n was sitting on the edge of the left side of the bed, dragging her fingers through her hair. Douxie put some protective wards around the door. He’d ward up the windows too, but there weren’t any. It added to the suffocating feeling in his chest. Y/n added some purification spells to keep out any less-physical surprise guests. Walking over to the chair, Doux took off his jacket and laid it over Nari and Arch. They looked cozy. He was glad someone would get a good rest out of this. He was sure Y/n would too. It was just him with this bloody problem. He’s the fool who caught feelings here. He must surely be mad. She finished combing out her hair and snuggled under the covers. Guess it’s time for him to get in too now. In the bed. Next to her. All domestic and such.

It only took but a few seconds before Y/n was out like a light. All that sleepiness and such. Despite being the sleep deprived one here, he was wide awake unlike her. The moment the receptionist had told him there was only one bed left, it was like he took a double shot of espresso. Nervous energy, straight into his veins. He normally wouldn’t sleep like this, stiff as a board on his back, but he wouldn’t dare move. They were so close. She still smelled like the fireside, a welcome change from the staleness of the air, yet still a reminder of just her close she was. It was so quiet in the room, all Douxie could hear was the faint blowing of the vent and the pounding of the drum in his own chest. And her breathing, Merlin, he could hear her breathing. It was so soft. He unconsciously synchronized his own breath to it. He wondered how she looked right now, all cozy and asleep. Surely, she looked adorable. Maybe her hair was in her face. Perhaps she was even drooling. He dared not look over to see.

Lady Fortune cackled. Y/n turned over in her sleep, and latched onto Douxie. Oh fuzzbuckets, bleeding balroths, by Merlin, Mordrax’s miracles, fuck. She wrapped her arms right around his chest and nuzzled into it. His face was fire engine red. Whatever chill left in the air was now gone. Her soft hair was tickling his face. She was obviously still asleep right now, and thought that she was cuddling a pillow, or stuffed animal, or, or whatever she cuddled. What was he supposed to do about this? What the hell was he supposed to do. Did he cuddle back? He wanted to cuddle back. He couldn’t cuddle back. He took a deep, calming breath. He should just try to get her off. After, several attempts however, he realized that wasn’t going to happen without waking her up. And he did not want to wake her. He accepted his fate once again tonight. He could feel both his willpower and consciousness fading. Might as well enjoy these last few moments while they lasted, too. It could quite possibly be the only time he’d ever get to fall asleep next to her. In her tender arms. Getting to not just listen to but also feel her breathe. Truly a bittersweet thing.

***

a/n 2: ha! here you go, not one but two glorious there’s only one bed moments. my rite of passage as a fanfic writer. stay tuned next time for oh my god they were roommates

#douxie x reader #douxie imagine #hisirdoux casperan x reader #hisirdoux x reader #hisirdoux casperan imagine #douxie casperan x reader #douxie casperan imagine #douxie #hisirdoux casperan #douxie casperan #my writing #the never ending roadtrip

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marvelousstevetony · 4 years ago

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Hello! Could you do something with Steve just being really cuddly when he’s sick?🥰 Thank you!

Hi, anon! I love sick, cuddly Steve so much, so of course! I was going to keep this short and sweet, but apparently I’m incapable of keeping things short, so... Anyways, I hope you enjoy this fic of Steve getting sick right after Christmas and Tony being super soft with his sick bf <3

(3.8k words, stevetony, established relationship)

It starts the night of the 25th. The team had been gathered in the Tower’s penthouse, the floor where Tony and Steve reside, for all of Christmas Day. It had been fun. A lot of fun, actually.

They started off by eating breakfast together, an objectively over-the-top brunch buffet with everything one could desire during the holidays.

Then they moved on to exchanging and opening presents, which unsurprisingly took a very long time, seeing as there were an abundance of presents to get through and everyone likes to take the time to see the others open their presents one by one.

When every present had been opened, the games begun. They started with the board games, and, as usual, it got… competitive. Tony won at Scrabble, much to the annoyance of Bruce, who has been in a deeply committed relationship the the crossword section of the newspaper ever since he moved into the Tower.

Clint and Natasha destroyed everyone at charades, which wasn’t a surprise. The two of them have an uncanny spiritual connection that probably should be a bit worrying, but no one ever dares questioning.

Monopoly ended by the board being thrown and fake bank notes drizzling down over them like the snowflakes coloring New York white outside the windows. Steve almost looked apologetic when Clint had landed on his property with a hotel for the second time in a row and sent the board flying.

Steve won Cards Against Humanity because, contrary to popular belief, Steve Rogers had a very dirty mind. He always blushes, though, when he has to admit which answer he submitted, and Tony’s a weak man who, with one hundred percent’s certainty, has to call him out on his filthy thoughts and make his cheeks go an even deeper shade of scarlet.

They teamed up to play Trivial Pursuit, which Tony and Bruce won by a long shot. It had been unfair, really. Steve and Nat did pretty good, but they were no way near the the level of two literal geniuses with several Ph.D.s. Thor and Clint were shit, to be frank. Clint knew the answer to some of the questions, mostly in the Entertainment category, but Thor, god bless him, was a complete goner for the entire game.

Thor excelled, however, when they moved from board games to drinking games. Even as everyone else, except Steve, got progressively more intoxicated, Thor could just keep going like a bottomless pit. Perk of being a Norse God. The only game Thor didn’t win was beer pong, which did not please him very well. He tried to excuse his loss by saying that Clint had an unfair advantage, to which the rest of the Avengers nodded in agreement. Clint, the ever so smug asshole, just smirked.

As Christmas dinner was served, they started sobering up. It was a feast like never before and it left every Avenger with a full stomach and undoubtedly a heart bursting with sheer joy and happiness.

The day ended with them watching some Christmas movie on the couch, and when all eyelids slowly began slipping shut, they agreed it was time to call it a day. Wishing each other a merry Christmas, everyone took off to their respective floor, leaving Steve and Tony to themselves.

Steve feels the overwhelmed exhaustion wash over him as he steps out of the steaming shower. He didn’t notice it earlier, but now that he finally lets himself relax fully, he has to sigh at how his body aches slightly and how tired his eyes are.

Tony’s already in bed when Steve emerges from the ensuite wearing nothing but a towel around his hips, abs and chest fully on display. He’s about to make some salacious comment that’ll unquestionably make Steve go all shy, and then he’ll call him out for being a prude even though Tony knows for a fact (thank you, Cards Against Humanity) that Steve’s mind is just as dirty as his own. But when Tony looks at Steve’s face, he detects something fatigued about Steve’s expression as he’s putting on his pajama pants and a white t-shirt.

“Hey,” Tony calls out, but his voice is soft. “You’re looking a little peaky there. You alright?”

“What? Oh. Oh, yeah, I’m fine,” Steve assures with a small smile. “Just tired,” he adds as he settles onto the bed next to Tony.

Tony hums in reply and pulls Steve closer until Steve’s head is positioned on Tony’s chest, and Tony’s face is nuzzling into the freshly washed, golden hair. Steve snakes his arms around Tony’s waist and cuddles him in close. When Tony’s fingers start trailing up and down Steve’s back, the soldier closes his eyes and lets out a deep sigh into the fabric of Tony’s t-shirt.

“You’re really cuddly today, aren’t you, sleepyhead?” Tony chuckles as Steve buries himself deeper under the comforter and rubs his face into Tony’s bosom.

Steve mumbles something unintelligible but it sounds like a confirmation to Tony’s question.

“Did you have a nice Christmas Day?” Tony tries, hoping for an actual answer this time.

“Mhmm,” Steve murmurs. “The best. Thank you, Tony… love you.”

Tony can’t help but smile at how low and affectionate Steve’s voice is, or at how peaceful and young he looks when he’s tugged up next to Tony like this. “I love you, too, sweetheart.” Tony kisses the top of Steve’s head and turns off the bedside lamp. “Merry Christmas.”

***

They wake up the same way they fell asleep, with Steve wrapped around Tony’s body like a koala bear and Tony’s face mushed into Steve’s hair. They let themselves sleep in for once, praying that the call to assemble would wait at least a few more days, and it felt so good to actually wake up together. Normally, Steve would go out for a run or hit the gym, or Tony would have an early meeting, so it’s always a treat when both of them are still in bed when they wake.

“G’mornin’,” Steve croaks, his voice husky from sleeping.

“Morning, babe,” Tony replies. “Sleep well?”

“Yeah, good, thanks. You?” Tony nods. “Good.”

They’re quiet for a bit, taking time to fully wake up from what had been a pretty sweet slumber. Steve’s the first to move, pulling himself out of Tony’s embrace to sit up against the headboard, and almost on cue, his nose twitches and he yanks the collar of his t-shirt over the nose and mouth.

“h’tschoo!”

“Bless you,” Tony says without even thinking about it. Steve always sneezes first thing in the morning, so Tony learned when they started sleeping together. It’s become so routinely it would be more unusual if he didn’t sneeze once after shifting himself into a sitting position.

No, the thing that surprises Tony is that Steve keeps his face covered after he’s sneezed.

“h’uhhh… UhhTsschoo! TChoo!”

Tony frowns. “Bless you?” It sounds more like a question, but Tony’s so confused because Steve never sneezes more than once in the morning.

Steve nods his thanks, but his eyes are still shut, and his facial expression is adorably and endearingly vulnerable when his brows are raised in an expectant frown like that.

“he’USHhh! Oh.”

Steve sighs breathlessly as he loosens his grip on the t-shirt.

“You’ve sneezed four times,” Tony states and glares concernedly at his boyfriend. “That’s not like you.”

Steve sniffles and shrugs. “It’s nothing, babe,” he says as he gets to his feet. “Probably just a tickle.” Steve leans down to press a kiss to Tony’s cheek.

Crossing his arms over his chest, Tony looks at Steve again, worry clear on his face.

Steve smiles reassuringly. “I’ll get breakfast started,” he says and leaves the bedroom with a soft glance over his shoulder.

***

Breakfast is nice, as expected. Steve could potentially make the best pancakes in all of New York according to Tony. They’re decadent and sweet, covered in various toppings from fruits and berries to chocolate chips. It doesn’t hurt that Steve looks sinfully good while flipping the pancakes in the air, or that the entire scene seems like it could be straight out of Tony’s imagination, of his dreams of living a domestic and normal life with Steve.

When Tony has eaten what’s definitely too many pancakes, he notices that Steve has barely touched his.

“Everything okay?” Tony asks, frowning at the stack of uneaten pancakes on Steve’s plate. “You’ve hardly eaten anything.”

Steve looks at the pancakes and smiles sheepishly, then looks up at Tony through his eyelashes. “Hmm… not very hungry, I guess,” he shrugs and begins picking at the food with his fork.

That’s not like Steve at all. It’s usually quite the task satisfying the super-soldier’s hunger. Tony doesn’t push it, though. Instead, he just observes the way Steve’s head is slightly ducked and how his cheeks are flushed a pale shade of pink.

***

They spend most of the day cuddling up on the sofa and watching whatever bad Christmas movie is on the tv.

“Why are we watching these?” Tony asks half way through the third movie about two strangers pretending to be lovers for Christmas so their family won’t taunt them for being single, only for them to actually fall in love and kiss in the snow and blah, blah, blah. “The acting is terrible,” Tony grumbles, “and they’re so cheesy!”

“It’s Christmas, Tony. We’re watching them because they’re cheesy,” Steve chuckles, but then it turns into coughing, and Steve leans away from Tony to cough into the crook of his elbow.

“Woah,” Tony says, gently rubbing Steve between his shoulder blades as he continues coughing, sounding rough and throaty. “That sounds awful, babe.”

When Steve is finally able to catch his breath he shakes his head and settles back into the cushions. “Sorry,” he croaks. “I think I swallowed the wrong way.”

Tony narrows his eyes warily and opens his mouth to comment on how his eyes look at little bleary and how his nose is the same color as his pinkish cheeks, but before he can speak, Steve has switched back to talking about the movie.

***

Steve starts sniffling around dinner time. Or, well, to be completely honest, Steve had been sniffling throughout most of the day, but as they sit down to eat some of the leftover turkey, stuffing and mash from the day before, they become more frequent and insistent. He even has to excuse himself from the table to go blow his nose in the bathroom, and when he comes back, Tony’s looking at him with concern sparkling in his eyes.

“Hey,” Tony says softly and takes Steve’s hand in his as Steve sits back down.

“Hey,” Steve echoes and return the squeeze Tony gives his hand. His voice is raspy, and he has to sniffle again before he brings his other hand to scrub at his nose.

“You look wiped. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I… yeah, I’m just— snff! oh, um, juuhhst… h-hold on. h’uhhH! USShhh’iiew! EIshh’ooh!”

“Bless you… Steve,” Tony adds with a pointed look when Steve looks away.

“Sorry,” Steve apologizes, bashfully. “snff! Might be catching a cold,” he admits and pushes his index finger under his septum.

“Hmm, I think so,” Tony says thoughtfully. “Though, I think you’re past catching it,” he amends when Steve has to turn away to sneeze into the sleeve of his jumper again. “Bless you,” Tony says and smiles sympathetically, getting to his feet to grab some tissues from the bathroom.

“Thank you,” Steve sighs when Tony returns with a box of Kleenex and gratefully accepts the handful of tissues Tony offers him. He blows his nose, attempting to be polite and quiet, but the nose blowing just makes him cough into the tissues instead. The choked sounds synchronize with the way Steve’s body rattles with each cough.

Tony fills Steve’s glass with water and hands it to him when the coughing dies down.

“Thanks,” Steve mumbles with a defeated look on his face, and Tony makes a concerned noise at how rough and exhausted his voice sounds.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling bad?” Tony asks. He brushes a few stray strands of golden hair away from Steve’s forehead and cups his cheek with his hand afterwards.

Steve can’t help but lean into the touch a little, to the warmth of Tony’s palm against his skin. “I swear, I’ve been okay until… until just now, I think. It’s come on pretty quickly.”

“Hmm… you were really tired last night, though,” Tony recalls. “Thought it might’ve been because it was a long day, but maybe not…”

Steve frowns a little. “I don’t even remember that…”

“You weren’t hungry at breakfast either,” Tony adds. He should’ve noticed the signs, really, Tony thinks to himself. The fatigue and exhaustion, the unusual number of morning sneezes, the missing appetite. It all seems pretty symptomatic. “I’m sorry I didn’t realize it sooner, I should’ve put two and two together—“

“Hey. If I can’t even tell when I’m getting sick, then there’s no way you’d able be to,” Steve says softly.

“But still,” Tony argues weakly. He doesn’t push it further, though. “Anyways… I think we’re allowed an early night, then. It’s still Christmas and we have absolutely no work to do.” Steve smiles at that, Tony too, because that might just be the best Christmas present they could’ve hoped for.

They finish eating and start loading the dishwasher. As they make their way around the kitchen, wiping the counters with a tea towel and rinsing the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher, Tony notices how Steve moves slower, his posture more sluggish than usual. He’s rubbing at his eyes a lot, too, and pinches the bridge of his nose when the sharp kitchen lights hit his eyes several times. Tony doesn’t call attention to it, but he observes quietly, heart squeezing tightly.

Steve sighs deeply when he starts the dishwasher and leans over the kitchen counter, elbows resting on the surface. Tony comes up behind him, pressing his chest against Steve’s back and snakes his arms around Steve’s waist, resting his forehead against the muscles between Steve’s shoulder blades.

“Bed,” Tony murmurs and plants a kiss at the nape of the soldier’s neck, right where the soft, blonde hair starts.

“I think I need a shower first,” Steve says, unenthusiastically. He sounds like he’d rather let himself fall face-first into the mattress and not move for the next 36 hours.

Then he shivers violently, and Tony can see the goosebumps on his neck. “Mmm… A nice, warm shower. I can bring the heated blanket up if you’re cold?”

“That— okay, yeah, that might be… that’d be really nice,” Steve admits. “Thank you, Tony.”

Tony chuckles lightly. “You don’t have keep thanking for all these small things, Steve,” he tells him. “I like taking care of you.”

Tony knows Steve is blushing even though he can’t see his face. He can feel the way Steve shuffles uncomfortably, the way he bows his head slightly and bites his lip to stop the creeping smile.

“Yeah?” Steve prompts, a little hesitant. He usually doesn’t like asking for reassurance, but sometimes it’s nice being affirmed that yes, I actually care about you, Steve.

“Definitely,” Tony responds without a moment of uncertainty. “Now. Get going, Rogers. The sooner I get you into bed the more time we have without having to move.”

***

Steve emerges form the bathroom with a towel hanging low around his hips, his hair damp and face all flustered. He still looks tired, though, like standing under the hot spray drained him from what remaining energy he had left. Which has now reached zero percent.

Tony is already in bed, scrolling through his phone with a silly smile playing on his lips.

“Why’re you smiling like that?” Steve grins as he pulls his pajama pants on.

Tony turns the screen to Steve, who also starts smiling. Tony sighs and looks at his phone once more with loving eyes, almost as if he was looking at a puppy or a baby.

“I remember this like it was yesterday,” he said reminiscently.

“That’s because it was.”

“Oh, yeah… well, I love this picture. I think it might be my new favorite photo of us.”

“Says the man who refused to wear the ugly Christmas sweater,” Steve says and quirks an eyebrow.

“Oh, hush. I like it better when you wear one too,” says Tony truthfully and taps at his phone a few times to make the picture of him and Steve sitting in an armchair in front of the fireplace while wearing matching Christmas sweaters his background screen.

Steve had insisted that they’d wear one for Christmas Day. Tony had said no. He was not going to spend an entire day in a Captain America sweater with decorated with snowflakes all over it. However, when Steve had shown up with the Iron Man helmet with a Santa hat, Tony had drastically changed his mind.

Obviously they had gotten teased for it. Clint made gagging noises for the majority of the day, pointing out how corny and cliché it was, and if all of Tony’s attention hadn’t been on how good Steve looked in red and gold, Tony might’ve ended up agreeing with Clint.

Natasha hadn’t said anything, not really, but the mischievous glint in her eyes was purposely obvious, and she too had spent a great amount of time snickering at them. Even Bruce couldn’t hide an eye roll every once in a while, but it was mostly followed by him shaking his head with a fond smile.

Thor seemed to have liked them though, and he insisted that next year they all should get matching Avengers sweaters. Sadly for Thor, no one but him seemed to be in favor of that idea.

“I’d wear that sweater every day if you wanted me to, but I think Clint might just kill me if I did,” Steve chuckles as he joins Tony on the bed.

“Probably,” Tony agrees. “But you did look really good in that,” he smirks and places the phone on the nightstand. Scooting closer to Steve, he lifts an arm for Steve to slip under, which seems like a very welcome invitation, because Steve is instantly lying with his head resting on Tony’s chest, one arm slung loosely over Tony’s stomach.

Steve lets out an involuntary sigh when Tony starts running a soothing hand up and down Steve’s arm while lacing their fingers together with the other.

“Now I know,” Tony starts, waiting for Steve to looks up at him, and when does, he continues, “that you like sleeping like this the you’re sick. You did the exact same last night; draping your entire body over me like a koala.”

After taking a second to catch on, Steve goes bashful and begins to slowly draw back from Tony’s hold. Tony just hugs him tighter, though, and kisses the top of his head.

“I never said I minded… I like it too,” Tony assures. “Even when you’re all sniffly.”

With that, Steve melts back against Tony, relaxing again.

They lie in comfortable silence for a bit, only interrupted by the soft sniffles that seem to turn more insistent with each passing second. They become more frequent, too, and Steve has to let go of Tony’s hand to rub his nose against his wrist when he feels his nose beginning to prickle.

When that doesn’t work, he tries nuzzling his face into Tony’s shoulder, and lets out quiet groan when the itch is still there.

“You alright?”

“I thigk I h-have… huh? snffSNF! Ugh. I have to sndeeze.” His voice is starting to sound more congested, and his eyes are watering when his breaths come shorter and he scrunches up his nose. Wiggling it back a forth a couple of times seems to coax the tickle forward, and he tries to turn in Tony’s grip when the buzzing becomes too demanding, but Tony’s just pulls him back in, fasting his grasp.

“Tooh- Tony, I…” Steve warns, but the brunette doesn’t let go and Steve ends up stifling back two strong sneezes into Tony’s t-shirt. “uhNGxxt! N’GKt!” Holding back the sneezes makes him cough, and trying to hold those back makes him cough even worse.

He pulls fully away from Tony now, even though Tony is telling him to lay back down, that he doesn’t mind at all. Swinging his feet over the edge of the bed so he’s sitting with his back hunched forward, he lets himself cough more freely.

Tony props up on his elbow, resting a warm hand on Steve’s back when the alternating coughs and sniffles turn into heavy, desperate gasps.

“HESHishh! ehhYISHhee!” The sneezes burst out with such force that his body jerks forward, aiming them down towards the floor. “uhhISHh’iew! ih! ihh… ISH! huhhHISH’oo!” He coughs a little again, then gives himself a shake to clear the lingering tickle.

“God bless,” Tony says sympathetically and pulls at Steve’s sleeve. “C’mon, honey, lay back down.”

Steve casts a glance over his shoulder to look at Tony, but shakes his head. “I doad thi’gg I’mb fidnished,” he says, voice thick and low.

“Doesn’t matter,” Tony replies and tugs at him again, this time successfully managing to get him back into their previous position.

However, after only a few seconds, Steve has to lift his head from Tony’s chest to let out a few smaller, softer tsshoo! tsh! sneezes down at the blankets.

“Bless you,” Tony mumbles into the blonde hair when Steve has settled down again.

“Snff! Thank you,” Steve sighs. “I’m so sorry, Tony, you’re gonna catch this…”

“Probably,” Tony agrees, then shrugs. “If it means I get to cuddle up with you for a couple of days then I won’t complain. Plus, if either of us is sick on New Year’s we’ll have an excuse for missing that crappy party.”

Steve chuckles and smiles fondly up at Tony. “Pepper’s going to have your head if you cancel, you know.”

“I know… but this — you. This is worth all the angry voicemails I’ll receive and all the flowers I’ll have to buy her afterwards.” Tony glances down, locking his eyes on Steve’s blue ones, red-rimmed and watery, but just as beautiful as they always are. He goes quiet for a bit, taking a second to appreciate the moment. A few years ago, Tony would have never seen himself end up this… this happy. But then came Steve, and suddenly every expectation Tony had for himself went out the window. It’s incredible, Tony thinks, how one person can change everything.

“Steve?” Tony breathes.

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

#my fic #stevetony #anon #ask box #sick cuddly Steve #this is another mess of a fic #I wrote this while I was basically asleep so #but I wanted to put it up

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spookybreadstick · 4 years ago

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hi, im new :) Dont worry abt what u write its rly good and ily💗 i came 2 stay and hope ur doing well!

I was hoping if i could get some fluffy™ headcanons or a scenario -whatever ur choice is- with a female reader and L.J? The reader has a strong sense of justice but is extremely compassiomate, wise, quiet/shy and like touch starved🥺🥺👉🏻👈🏻 sorry if im crinGe i need more content of him on this site-- Im not sure what else to add 2 help u w this since i just woke up lolol but yeah thank u sm in advance, i wish u all the best💌💛💋

hello newbie! thank you for stopping by and i’m glad you want to stay! i am doing pretty well (i took down my x-mas decorations today and there are a lot of them bc decorating is fun, so i had mini chocolate santas as a reward lol) i hope you are well, also! and thank you so much for the writing compliment, it means a lot to me!!

🍬 LJ x Reader (compassionate, wise, quiet/shy, touch-starved, strong sense of justice, female) Relationship HCs 🍬

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🍬 LJ thinks you’re the cutest girl in the whole world!!

🍬 He adores your compassionate nature, it makes him feel very happy to have such a caring girlfriend

🍬 He also likes that you are wise. It makes him feel very proud to have such a smart girlfriend.

🍬 You will have to step in to keep him out of trouble, and he'll listen to you.

🍬 If you tell him that telling that joke at the dinner table is a bad idea, or that you shouldn't trap a bunch of bees to launch at Jeff's head because he won't find it too funny, then he won't do it.

🍬 Which is saying something, because LJ usually just does what he wants despite other people's opinions because he thinks his bad jokes/pranks are funny.

🍬 But also, if you'd like to have some fun with him, you could tell him literally anything in a serious tone and he'd believe it 100%.

🍬 He trusts whatever you say because you are wise (especially compared to him lol, he's the opposite of wise)

🍬 If you have a strong sense of justice, that can mean a couple of different things:

Situation One: You're really into criminal justice and the law. This can be sort of a problem because, you know, LJ's "line of work". But LJ is totally justified in his actions IMO (remember, he 'deals with' those who have hurt children) so hopefully you understand. It's his personal way of dishing out justice, and if you get behind him on that, it'll make him feel even better about what he does. He'll be sure to keep you away from people like Jeff though, who don't dish out justice.

Situation Two: You're really into justice as in people being fair and treating others well, with those who don't getting what's coming to them in the end (like karma). LJ would love this, as he believes that being nice and making others happy is the key to your own happiness. Again, he would keep you away from Jeff who is kind of believes the opposite.

Situation Three: You're really into social justice (LGBTQ+ rights, equality, racial diversity, etc) which LJ adores about you. You correct him on his outdated language (he was created in the 1800s, and obviously times have changed since then). He would never want to offend anybody, but he often genuinely doesn't know because society has progressed past when people considered certain things appropriate in the 1800s. So if he says something outdated, please gently correct him, he wants to know and he'll refrain from using that word/phrase in the future. LJ also finds social justice topics very interesting, he could listen to you talk about them for hours.

🍬 LJ is easily excited by the small things.

🍬 "LOOK, LOOK!"

"What is it, LJ!?"

"THERE'S A CLOWN ON TV!!!"

"T-that's it? Why are you shouting then?"

"He's like me :)"

🍬 Honestly, he finds joy in little things like that. Seeing a fellow clown on TV. Judging by the way he talks though, you would have thought that something incredible was going on.

🍬 LJ's also very loud in everything he does.

🍬 This fool has no concept of "using your indoor voice".

🍬 He's also extremely outgoing and extroverted, and he loves talking to people about anything and everything.

🍬 Ah, but you're quiet/shy?

🍬 That's okay, he'll do the talking for the both of you :)

🍬 He'll also try to take the spotlight from you if you're uncomfortable with being the center of attention. LJ adores being the center of attention, so it's the opposite of a problem for him.

🍬 Everyone kind of thinks you make a funny couple; the sweet, quiet girl and the obnoxiously loud clown.

🍬 But those kinds of pairings can be the best ones. Opposites do attract, after all.

🍬 Also. You're touch-starved? Well....

🍬 This is literally what happens. (I made this meme myself because I had a stroke of inspiration lmao)

🍬 Girl, he was trapped in a BOX for YEARS.

🍬 OF COURSE HE'S TOUCH-STARVED!!

🍬 Also like, he's spent many decades without any romantic partners, so now that he's got a girlfriend he's eager to be all touchy-feely

🍬 He really likes that you are touch-starved as well, so you won’t mind his abundance of affection.

🍬 LJ loves to give hugs <3 He gives surprisingly great hugs with his noodle-y arms

🍬 Loves to cuddle as well. Major cuddle-bug. You are small compared to him, (no matter how tall you are, he is taller) so you're like a lil stuffed animal for him to snuggle up to.

🍬 All in all, LJ loves you and you would make a perfect couple <3

also, don’t worry about being cringe/self-indulgent! that’s what this blog is for, essentially!

- breadstick 🥖

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kpopgroupsreact · 7 years ago

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BTS AS...HUSBANDS

This is honestly just like a part one, which is why I didn’t try to make them all even. I just wrote whatever came to mind so some are longer than others, and when I do a part two they’ll probably have different lengths too. Enjoy and thank you for being so patient ;-; <3

Rapmonster as a husband:

Namjoon may seem all put together and mature to others but you know the reality

He’s a kid inside and out, super clumsy and needs you to take care of him, like all the time

Literally, this man can’t be left alone for a few seconds before he’s broken something

But he’d be sure to shower you with gratitude whenever you showed up with the a broom to sweep up the pieces of whatever he had shattered

Or when you made sure that his cup of coffee or tea and his snack drawer were always full while he worked away in the studio

Or that his clothes were nicely styled because this man would probably walk out in whatever, but be embarrassed by it later on

Reading together is a thing, he’d love being able to discuss the book with you

So is dancing together, you two might suck but that doesn’t stop you from having fun

He’s more on the introverted side so he’d prefer taking you out to dates in quiet reading cafes or go for walks out in a scenic place where people were spread out sparsely just enjoying Mother Nature’s gifts

He’d worry a lot and you’d be the only one to really easy his mind, and it wouldn’t even need to be with words but just little things like holding his hand or giving him a warm hug -that’ll be enough to melt away his concerns

Jin as a husband:

There would be an abundance of crazy moments together

Seokjin would make you his other half to such an extent that not a day would go by without him saying he loved you with teary eyes

Although he may act like a kid and make dad jokes that you would be forced (through tickling) to laugh at, he’d take responsibility in treating you like royalty

Breakfast in bed, dinner dates, and lots of visits to restaurants he wanted to try out

Whenever you travel, it’s the food you would hit up first and last

Eating together was how you’d spend most of your free time together

Whether it was out at the amusement park eating cotton candy or at home binge watching your favourite shows while snacking on fusion dishes you both tried making together

He’s the type to take charge in the relationship, but he would never overlook your opinions and desires

His motherly instincts might be overwhelming at times, but in the end you’ll just be enveloped by his warmth

So. Much. Skinship.

There will always be some sort of physical contact. Be assured.

Suga as a husband:

Yoongi as a husband would be super sweet but also very sassy

He wouldn’t be so affectionate with you ALL the time and EVERYWHERE

I see him as a private person so he’d show his love for you very subtly

Naps would be your special couple thing

Lots of cuddling and talking before you both doze off

He’d love to take you to different places to travel

Expect him to be documenting everything with his camera

He’d love having conversations with you about anything and everything

Even if he’s busy with work expect a lot of calls and texts

When he’s in his studio working late he’d call you to tell you to go ahead and get to bed, but really he just wants to hear your sleepy voice as the phone call that was supposed to be a minute or so stretches out longer

Cooking together would definitely be a thing (although neither one of you might be amazing, but you’d enjoy the meals you make together as if you were)

His sleepy voice in the mornings would be your wake-up calls as he asks you to shut off that damned alarm

You would probably fight often, mostly over the stupid little things (which isn’t necessarily a bad thing because afterwards your relationship only gets stronger)

You will most definitely have a silent language between you two

Just his looks and his actions would be enough to understand what he wants and the same goes for you

Your eye-to-eye communication is second to none

Long conversations right before bed are a thing

If you fall asleep first expect to find his arms wrapped tightly around you when you wake up

If he falls asleep first he’d wake up to find your head on his arm, one arm draped over his chest and your legs entwined with his

J-Hope as a husband:

He would be so caring towards you

He’d be sure to make time for you no matter what, and you can expect him to always remember important dates

He might nag you but that nagging would be another one of his ways of showing how much he cared for you

“Did you eat properly?”

“Did you get enough sleep?”

“Is the soup hot enough?”

“Do you want another pillow?”

He’d often come home early whenever he could to surprise you when you’re free with your favourite cake or pastries and would make tea so you two could enjoy them together

He’d be your happy virus but what you may not be aware of is that he’s happiest when you’re happy

Just a smile from you would be enough to send him over the moon, his heart fluttering

When he does have an off day, he’d be quieter than usual but he could never go more than a few seconds without smiling whenever you were beside him

He would love taking you on surprise picnics

I don’t know why but he just seems like the kind of person to secretly prepare food and persuade you into going out for what may seem like an errand but is actually a picnic at one of your favourite spots where the sun is warm and there’s a nice breeze and he’s brought you flowers and bubbles

Hugs, lots and lots of hugs

There will always be something to laugh about, and not a single conversation would be dull

V as a husband:

Tae as a husband would be extremely affectionate and caring

Yes he’d be moody sometimes but that never means he’s stopped loving you.

Your fights would be over something serious rather than banter-fights, or you wouldn’t fight at all

He’d definitely be the type to try and do things for you in secret but mess up so you’d end up finding out and having to clean up after him, but you never got mad because it just showed how much he loved you.

He’d want to take you to different places because he loves to travel, so expect lots of surprise late night plane flights and running through the streets of another city you both can’t even pronounce the name of.

He’d love to spoil you

He really wouldn’t care about being manly or not, because in front of you he can be just Tae. He’d let out his tears if he had to, and be just as serious as he usually is goofy.

He’d really be like a child who you have to chase after constantly (but usually he’s chasing after you)

He would absolutely love whenever you surprised him with anything. And he’d always be really surprised too, regardless of how many times you’d do something for him

He’d love to have late night movie marathons and sleep through half the day with you later

When he’s working he’d definitely call you constantly to tell you about his day and ask about yours

He’d love eating with you, so expect him to rush over during breaks just to have a meal with you

He would be clingy, but only because he wants to spend every moment with you

Jimin as a husband:

He would be the best friend everyone wished they had

There wouldn’t be a second spent in boredom, he’d always have something to say or joke about

But he’d have his moments where he gets sentimental with you

As he leaves for work, he’d be making sure that his half of the duvet was enveloping you so it was still warm

Although he has his immature moments, as do you, he’d be taking more responsibility in your relationship

While a bit more reserved and with a more mature air around others, when it’s just you two he’d be smiles and sassy remarks and lots, and lots of laughter

What he loved most was whenever you surprised him with a visit at work because it would be those spontaneous moments that would catch him at his happiest because just seeing you was enough to brighten up his entire being

Jungkook as a husband:

He would love to show you off

Not really showy showing off, but a brazen, proud look whenever you were beside him

Look at my wife kind of look

He’d probably be the quieter one, but that won’t stop him from being mischievous

Expect little pranks, but also little apology pecks

He would love to do anything and everything with you

Every outing together would become a date

Even not going out would be an indoor date and cuddle session

He’d actually hate having to go to work because it meant leaving you behind

But as attached as he would be, he would also want his space

So sometimes, he’d have his game nights where he just played and you would do what you liked

But the next morning you’d find him cuddled up beside you, embracing you tightly

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toaster-strudel1234 · 7 years ago

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Personal Ship #16

This is for @empathiccally Be strong hun, you’re absolutely beautiful! Never forget that. :) Also, huge sweaters are absolutely amazing, my brothers have coincidentally misplaced some of their sweaters. (they’re in my closet... No idea how they got there though ;)

I ship you with...

Harry Holland

- He met you at the airport, you were wearing no makeup, old sneakers and a pair of workout pants that you meant to throw out but never ended up doing because you loved them so much.

- You met Harry in line for a security check, you exchanged a few words and had some friendly conversation. You even had a small debate on who the best Spiderman was. You politely said goodbye, thinking that you would never see him again.

- Around 3 hours later , you saw him before you were about to board your plane. He came up to you and asked for your number, you gave it to him and became fast friends after that.

- He asked you out by putting a beautiful banner up in your garden, it had flowers all around the borders. It read ‘My heart ROSE when I met you. Will you go out with me?’ You said Yes!!!!

- He later told you that he missed his flight when he came up to talk you. He said it was the best decision he ever made and had never regretted it in his life.

- He loved how small you were, and picked you up bridal-style if you were ever too lazy or tired to walk.

- He loved you in big sweaters and gifted you a lot, so that you had an excuse to wear them all the time.

- He loved your freckles and kissed every single one before he went to bed.

- He often started singing about your eyes and tan skin, and you recorded it all the time. When he was sober, this gesture was super cute as he would slow dance with you and plant kisses on your forehead. However, when he was drunk it was hilarious. He would try to dance and just stumble around. He was normally a good singer, but when drunk he was an as good as a goat.

- He always held your hand through your treatments, and was there when they started and when they ended. He often brought you treats, when you were going through a rough time. He was super supportive and tried to make you smile all the time. He cuddled you all the time and kissed you everywhere. You also watched rom coms all the time, with an abundance of oreos and chocolate chip cookies.

- One day, in complete spontaneity, he bought you a small golden retriever with whom you quickly fell in love with. You named him Tiki and he quickly became as important as a child to you and Harry. You made sure he was fed and hydrated and fussed over him all the time.

- Tiki and Tessa playdates! Tiki and Tessa would play together as You , Harry, Sam and Sam’s girlfriend (aka me!) would sit there, talk and even play with the dogs. Both couples would have competitions over whose dog could get the ball faster.

- Camping with Harry, and the other Hollands. Cuddling at the bonfire and feeding each other s’mores. You also had friendly competition over who could make the most s’mores in under a minute.

- Taking walks with Harry in Fall, as the leaves fell. He often brought his camera and took candid pictures of you as you threw leaves in the air with a huge smile on your face. He later got this picture printed and kept it in his wallet and his lockscreen for everything so that he could be reminded of you all the time.

- Hiking with Harry

- He loved how you tried to make people laugh and he started to do the same. You both started doing Random Acts Of Kindness, to try and brighten everyone's day and make it better than it was.

- Sometimes you both read the morning newspaper together and had friendly banter over the different cases. One day, you flipped the page and on the side was a full- page ad with the picture of you and the leaves, at the side were the words ‘will you marry me?’, when you looked at Harry, he was holding a gorgeous ring. You said yes!

- You didn’t have any kids but instead adopted another dog and even bought 2 horses!!!! Whenever you wanted interaction with kids, you would take mine and Sam's for a day out. They loved you 2 and so did we!!!

That’s it! Hope you enjoyed! Remember to send me criteria for your own headcanons! Ships are open till November 7th! Ask me questions regarding my hobbies and fandoms! I’m answering them!

-Zee xox

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jasminenoack · 7 years ago

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“There are songs I’ll never listen to again but you can’t take all the thing that make me the way I’ve always been”(The Doubleclicks): The longest war

So I am going to talk some more about feminism. With some Rebecca Solnit quotes.

“One girl raved about a nice voice mail a guy had recently left her. I kindly requested she play it and heard this gem: ‘Hey, Lydia. It’s Sam. Just calling to say what’s up. Gimme a ring when you get a chance.’ THAT WAS IT.” - Aziz Ansari

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Okay so that’s a little bit of Aziz. But now on to more serious things.

Here in the United States, where there is a reported rape every 6.2 minutes, and one in five women will be raped in her lifetime - Rebecca Solnit

I went out a bit ago with a guy. And he was complaining about there being way more women than men in New York City. Which appears to not actually be true... And I said something off hand about not noticing because to be honest I’m so busy trying to filter out creeps that the pool seems relatively small. And the response I got was that women being concerned about men was bull shit. Basically word for word.

There is, however, a pattern of violence against women that’s broad and deep and horrific and incessantly overlooked. - Rebecca Solnit

I wasn’t attacking this guy in particular, in fact i was actively not talking about him. I was talking about refusing to give someone my name, which I’d given him. Which is something I do. I’m relatively easy to find if someone was trying, as you can see by this url I have a reasonably strong presence online. Not to mention that my profile on OkCupid says I’m a web developer and my first name and that career easily land you at my linkedin and a bit more research will get you my email, my phone number, and a slightly out of date address last time I checked. And I don’t really want step one of vetting someone to be “Here please have all of my personal information, and my picture”.

There are exceptions: last summer someone wrote to me to describe a college class in which the students were asked what they do to stay safe from rape. The young women described the intricate ways they stayed alert, limited their access to the world, took precautions, and essentially thought about rape all the time (while the young men in the class, he added, gaped in astonishment). The chasm between their worlds had briefly and suddenly become visible. - Rebecca Solnit

Now I don’t want to misrepresent, I’m extremely lucky. Nothing truly terrible has happened to me. I get creeped out a lot. On the funny end, I got a message from a guy named “Mr. Goodbar” which I kind of wanted to reply to with “maybe google Looking for Mr Goodbar”. I get messages, FIRST MESSAGES, on OkCupid that say things like “Give me your address I’m coming over now”, but I’m smart enough not to. I also get pushy guys that after two messages ask to meet immediately to have sex, and are sometimes extremely pushy, which is why I tend to not give out personal details early in a conversation(a lot of men send their name in the first message). Basically, I’m extremely careful, but I am like that because I know what happens when you’re not.

It offered advice like this: “Carry a whistle! If you are worried you might assault someone ‘by accident’ you can hand it to the person you are with, so they can call for help.” While funny, the piece points out something terrible: the usual guidelines in such situations put the full burden of prevention on potential victims, treating the violence as a given. You explain to me why colleges spend more time telling women how to survive predators than telling the other half of their students not to be predators. - Rebecca Solnit

When I was in junior high my friends mother left her abusive husband, well she tried to and he murdered her in front of my friend and her two younger brothers. I know this because she showed up at another friends house while I was there to ask us to call the police for her when it happened.

Happily the five publicly pro-rape Republicans in the 2012 campaign all losttheir election bids. (Stephen Colbert tried to warn them that women had gotten the vote in 1920.) But it’s not just a matter of the garbage they say (and the price they now pay). Earlier this month, congressional Republicans refused to reauthorize the Violence Against Women Act, because they objected to the protection it gave immigrants, transgendered women, and Native American women. - Rebecca Solnit

When I was 19 and home from college for a couple months a guy asked a friend if she was me and she told him she was meeting me(he knew my brother, ergo asking, at least that’s the story I was told). He followed us around for that whole day, then came home with us(he was 26) then informed me the next day we were dating. Over the course of the next 2-3 months I attempted to break up with him repeatedly, every time he would tell me I couldn’t do that without his consent. Then he would show up outside my house, outside my work, and in the small town I lived in, in the park where I met my friends. His cousin was my boss(who was so excited we were dating). So every time I had to go back to dating him. He told me that we weren’t allowed to spend a night apart, so I had to sleep with him every night, etc. I don’t want to get into it. My mom made fun of me for dating someone “stupid” but never stopped him from sleeping at our house. Neither did his parents who he lived with. I told my mom once I couldn’t get rid of him, and she laughed. I was terrified of losing my job. I was terrified that he was bigger than I was, and it was Maine, no one locks their doors, or windows, or cars. I dated him because it felt safer to know the rules then to see what he would do. I didn’t even break up with him in reality. I moved back to New York and stopped answering his calls. He threatened to “come to New York and find me” on a bunch of voice mails, but in New York I always felt like I was safe, 8 million people after all. And after a few months he stopped calling.

Women’s liberation has often been portrayed as a movement intent on encroaching upon or taking power and privilege away from men, as though in some dismal zero-sum game, only one gender at a time could be free and powerful. But we are free together or slaves together. - Rebecca Solnit

When I was 15/16 there was this guy I knew he was 26 and had been in jail for statutory rape. Now when I was that age I was actually very religious. I had had one boyfriend and we hadn’t even gotten close to sex. My friends mother introduced him to us as someone her daughter might want to date, she knew his aunt or something. Her daughter wasn’t into it, so she decided to set me up with him. I thought he was cute, but he freaked me out. He called me from jail once to tell me he had beaten up a friend of mine who was also in jail. He use to sit on me, and hold me down, not in a explicit sexual way but it scared the shit out of me. One year on Christmas Eve I was at her house and he was there getting drunk. I learned later that someone had promised him they’d set me up with him that night. When I left around 1am to go home he followed me out to my truck, which honestly already made me uncomfortable. And when I went to get into it, he pushed me up against it and started aggressively making out with me. I had some difficulty stopping him, because 16 vs 26... I ended up kneeing him in the balls so I could get in my truck and drive away. I continued to see him for the next 2 years until I went away to college. This was not considered an issue by any of our mutual friends.

We have far more than 87,000 rapes in this country every year, but each of them is invariably portrayed as an isolated incident. - Rebecca Solnit

I moved out of my mother’s house halfway through my senior year of high school. I lived with my best friend, my ex-boyfriend, and 2 other male friends of theirs in a 1 bedroom apartment. As the only girl I slept in the room. But everyone used the entrance through my bedroom, no one ever knocked. When one of the “friends” would get drunk he would crawl into my bed in the middle of the night and start to “cuddle” me. I would pretend to be asleep as long as possible and hope he would fall asleep. If that didn’t work I would get out of bed and sit at the kitchen table and read a book until morning and just not sleep that night.

What’s love got to do with it, asked Tina Turner, whose ex-husband Ike once said, “Yeah I hit her, but I didn't hit her more than the average guy beats his wife.” - Rebecca Solnit

When I was around 14 my friend’s older brother would buy us beer. His parents knew and were fine with it. I found out when I was 19, from his mother, that the reason he did that was that he had a crush on me and was hitting on me, and she knew. Again he bought us beer so he was in fact 21.

We have an abundance of rape and violence against women in this country and on this Earth, though it’s almost never treated as a civil rights or human rights issue, or a crisis, or even a pattern. Violence doesn’t have a race, a class, a religion, or a nationality, but it does have a gender. - Rebecca Solnit

My ex-boyfriend who is generally a nice guy. One of his best friends beat his wife. Every time he brought it up I would say “that’s not okay”. And he would reply “It’s not really my business”.

Now like I said I’m lucky. I’ve never been seriously hurt. I’m lucky that I grew up around male step cousins and we fought I knew how to hold my own. I’m lucky that the guys were never super violent to me directly. I’m lucky that I was careful, I’m lucky that I got to move away from that small town. I’m lucky that I have some of the friends I did who told me, “You deserve better”. I’m lucky that I believed them. I’m lucky that I’m not a victim. But we are all unlucky where we live in a world where these things happen. Where we aren’t equal.

There are so many great men and women in the world, but it’s so hard to be willing to even give people a chance when you are afraid of all the terrible things that could happen. And what doesn’t help is people denying these things.

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