#otp: if you were church i'd get on my knees

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Yoooooooo can you write something with Face being hurt / not able to function in any sort of way (you choose) and Kit having to take care of him? Idk if thats the type of stuff you write so if its not feel free to not write this!!

Your wish is my command! I'm not really in an A-Team brainrot right now, but I hope this still turned out good enough.

Face drifted back into the waking world only very slowly. His head was thumping with pain and, to make it even worse, he had no idea where it came from. Same could be said for the pain in his ankle.

“You’re finally awake!”

Kit’s familiar voice made Face open his eyes. He found himself lying in the back of the van, his head cushioned by Kit’s jacket. Kit herself was leaning against one of the seats, watching him with furrowed brows.

“Do you remember anything?” she asked. Her tone was awfully cold, even for her.

“I, uh… No”, Face stammered. He slowly sat up, fighting the dizziness.

“Well, long story short”, Kit sighed, “you and I got into some trouble with some very friendly henchmen. Not the best place for a battle and you were too stupid to defend yourself, so you got pushed off a ledge. Knocked you out cold. I had to carry you back to the van all by myself. - You’re heavy, you know that?”

“I’m not, you just like to complain.”

Kit scoffed at this. She pulled a water bottle from a bag and almost shoved it in his face.

“Drink some water. If you’re drinking you’ve gotta be quiet.”

Face took the bottle and did as he was told. He knew that Kit knew he was right. She liked to complain, it was her main hobby, besides making snarky comments. For a while, Face really was quiet.

“Where are the others?” he finally asked.

“Getting the job done”, Kit said curtly. “They went to chase that Mr Miller out of town.”

“But you didn’t go?” Face remarked with a knowing smile. “You love delivering justice and you stayed here?”

“Hannibal’s orders. Someone had to stay with you.”

“Hannibal’s orders, sure, sure… I think you stayed willingly.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Because you care about me, kitten.”

Immediately, Kit’s cheeks flushed red. “Don’t call me that!” she blurted out. “I should’ve just left you there.”

“You couldn’t do that.”

“Shut up. Drink some more water and be quiet.”

Face grinned triumphantly. He liked teasing Kit like this. It was a dangerous game sometimes, but a very fun game. Kit sighed heavily. She moved away from the seats and sat down on the floor next to Face.

“Does anything else hurt?” she asked. “Looked like a nasty fall.”

“Yeah, actually”, Face admitted. “My ankle.”

“Which side?”

“Right.”

Swiftly, Kit crawled to Face’s foot and lifted it into her lap. Then, she started untying his shoe and carefully slid it off. This made Face whimper quietly. What was in Kit’s eyes now was genuine worry. She had been able to hide it before, but now it was very clear.

“That bad?”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

No accusing him of whining, nothing. Kit pulled off Face’s sock and grimaced. His ankle had turned a nasty combination of green, purple and blue.

“We’re going to see a doctor”, Kit declared.

She gently put his foot back on the floor and headed for the driver’s seat.

“Wait, hang on”, Face cut in, “are you seriously trying to steal B.A.’s van right now?”

“I’m not stealing it, I’m borrowing it.”

“Yeah, but it’s B.A.’s van. He doesn’t let anyone else drive it for a million dollars. If you drive this thing, you’re dead. - Besides, Kit: You can’t drive.”

“I can drive!” Kit protested. “I just don’t have a license.”

“If you don’t have a license, you can’t drive.”

“What are you, the police?”

“No, but if the police catch you driving B.A.’s van without a license… Let’s just say B.A. won’t be very happy.”

Kit let out an annoyed sigh and got off the driver’s seat again. “Fine”, she scoffed. “He took the keys with him anyway.”

After a few seconds of staring at Face’s foot, Kit pulled out the van’s first aid kit. She settled back into having his foot in her lap.

“Tell me where it hurts”, she said, then started pressing her fingers in various places across his foot.

He didn’t need to say anything after all. Wincing when she found the correct spot turned out to be enough. In silence, Kit applied an ointment to the spot, then wrapped the entire foot in a bandage.

“There. That should be enough until the others get back and we can get you to a doctor.”

Face smiled. “Thanks, Kit.”

“Don’t mention it.”

For a while, they just sat in silence, awkwardly staring at each other because Kit hadn’t moved from keeping Face’s foot in her lap. Probably for elevation purposes.

“Do you have any stories to tell?” Face finally asked.

“Stories?” Kit echoed. “What kind of stories?”

“Well, y’know, you’ve been with a travelling circus for a while. There’s got to be some interesting things that happened, right?”

A good thirty seconds went by with Kit sitting there staring into nothingness. But then, a smirk crossed her lips. Face loved that smirk. It wasn’t the mean smirk she sometimes had but the genuinely happy one.

“Well”, Kit started, “there was this one time we were in Nevada. We had just finished setting up our wagons and wanted to get started on the tent when…”

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chirrut/baze, 9, for the drabble prompts if you're interested! :)

09: “You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!” 

((Some suggestions of adult situations, but no full lemons.))

“Out.” Baze has one hand pushed out from under the blankets, extending towards the door of their room, the full hand thrust forward without even the effort of narrowing it down to his index finger as he would normally do, which is a sign of how little sleep he has been getting, how much his anxiety and insomnia have been threading together to make him restless and irritable.

Chirrut, sitting on the end of the bed, makes his eyes wide in a rather respectable parody of surprise. “Excuse me?” he asks as though he could possibly have any doubt regarding the words or the gesture. Possibly he does it just because he can, which would be very Chirrut of him, indeed.

Tunneling his head further under the pillows heaped at the headboard, Baze groans and waves the hand again. “Out.”

Chirrut clicks his tongue.

“I banish you,” Baze mumbles and makes a gesture that he remembers seeing his grandmother make when he was young, before the temple, before he had ever heard of the Force when all he knew was their hut in the sand and shifting winds and the cries of the birds and his family, large and ever-present and there. His grandmother making gestures at the doorway to keep the spirits of the wastes out.

The way that Chirrut sucks his breath in would be comical at any other moment. The way he burrows into the blankets at Baze’s side, suddenly possessed of sharp elbows and knobby knees and poking fingers, shocked into being something other than what everyone else knows him as, which is graceful and lithe and fluid like a glittering wave of water, is annoying. This, the way he insinuates himself right next to Baze with no thought to appearances is how perhaps only Baze knows him, stubborn enough to gnaw through rock to get what he wants.

Then Chirrut’s face is right there next to his own, brows scrunched, and it is a fighting face. Baze would know; he has seen all of Chirrut’s fighting faces over the years.

Baze groans and flails his exposed hand at the door once again even though there is no way that Chirrut is going to see it considering he is right there, his knees a constant reminder in Baze’s side even if his expression didn’t speak volumes enough. “Chirrut, go.”

“You can’t banish me,” Chirrut says, and the tone would sound steady and unemotional to anyone else’s ears, but it’s Baze, and he knows. “This is my bed too.”

Sighing, Baze drags the arm that had previously been thrust out toward the door around his husband’s waist to pull him closer even though Chirrut angles every possible extremity he can in such a way as to make it as difficult as possible. Sometimes, cuddling his husband is every bit as enjoyable as wrapping his limbs about one of the cactus plants in the wastes, prickly and unyielding. “Don’t you have duties somewhere?” he asks in a tone that is not as gruff as he intends.

Chirrut pushes Baze’s untidy hair away from his face as though it has personally offended him, and then traces a finger down his cheek in a manner not completely tender. “I’m sure the temple can fare very well without me today.” He sniffs. “You seem to have already forgotten my importance. You may need to be reminded.”

Baze pulls him closer, and Chirrut comes willingly now, melts into the embrace more, allows his body to be pliant instead of a rock. “No, my love, I just wanted to sleep and sometimes you are,” he sighs, lingers, is graceful with the wording, “not conducive to that goal.”

“So you would banish me from our marriage bed? You would wound me inextricably?”

The only answer Baze has is a roll of his eyes.

“I thought I had married the most loyal man on Jedha, in the Force, but here you would toss me out of bed for sleep.” Chirrut presses his free hand against his forehead because he has always liked drama even the manufactured sort. “I think this wound may be the end of me.”

“At least then you’ll be quiet,” Baze murmurs, even as his fingers dig through the carefully layered folds of Chirrut’s robes to find his flesh underneath, even as they tease and draw small circles across his skin, contact he does not squirm away from.

Chirrut clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth again, but his fingers have wound themselves into Baze’s tangle of hair, pulling in a way that makes Baze anything but tired. “I see how much you value me now, you rapscallion.”

Baze presses a kiss to Chirrut’s neck that makes him shudder in his arms and sleep, once sought after and prized, slips further from his thoughts as his fingers pluck at the robes.

“I thought you wanted me quiet?” Chirrut asks and while he’s still going for incensed, he cannot seem to manage it and his voice is breathy, wanting.

They have known each other too long for Baze to not know exactly how he falls apart. “Perhaps I know other tricks to make you quiet.”

Chirrut’s eyes are warm pools but they are also wanton as he presses a toned thigh between Baze’s own, dragging out an exhale. “Then show me, husband.”

Baze does.

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True, true... Idiots, both of them

‘idiots in love’ prompts

## for idiots who are pining for each other but aren't aware that they're pining for each other.

“you’re so cute.” “what did you just say?” “i said you look like a boot.”

“we should compare hands, you know. science.” “what?” “what? it’s not like we haven’t done anything worse.”

“yeah, okay, so what if i dreamt about kissing you? don’t we all do that to our best friends? …no? what do you mean no?”

“you’re cute.” “what?” “i said you look like a fruit.” “that doesn’t even make any sense.”

“how do i know if i have a crush on someone?” “well, you can’t stop thinking about them, you feel strange when they’re around, and then you want to— why are you looking at me like that.”

“i can’t get you out of my head.” “...thanks?”

“would it be weird if i kissed you? be honest.” “honestly? yes. do i care? no.”

“i feel strange when you’re around.” “do you have a fever or something?”

“just to clarify: me holding your hand doesn’t, like, mean anything, by the way. not in that way, at least. unless you want it to mean something. i don’t mind. that’s cool.”

“you’re an idiot.” (it stands for ‘i love you’)

“...” “...” “do you want to kiss?” “yeah.”

“this sounds like you’re flirting with me.” “...i have been trying to do that for three years now.”

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Five song + OTP meme

Tagged by: @dolphinitley thanks! <3

John x Cassandra

1. Undisclosed Desires - Muse

I want to reconcile the violence in your heart

I want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask

I want to exorcise the demons from your past

I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart

2. Nobody - Hozier

I'd be appalled if I saw you ever try to be a saint

I wouldn't fall for someone I thought couldn't misbehave

But I want you to know that I've had no love like your love

3. Lost in the Fire - The Weeknd

I'm tired of being home alone (Home alone)

I used to have a girl a day (Girl a day)

Yeah, I want you to stay (I want you to stay, hey)

4. Church - Fallout Boy

If you were a church, I'd get on my knees

Confess my love, I'd know where to be

My sanctuary, you're holy to me

5. Stripped - Depeche Mode

Let me see you

Stripped down to the bone

Let me hear you speaking

Just for me

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                        TAG DUMP.      saraya–jade bevis tags: part three !

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Maybe kisses on the nose for the ways of showing affection asks?? 🖤🖤🖤

Oh my gosh, kisses on the nose are so sweet!

Honestly, my first thought went to Kit and Face for some reason, even though Kit would hate it at first and keep pretending to hate it if in public.

Actually, there's an even more fitting couple though: Vicky and Newkirk! They absolutely have the playful energy and I can totally see both of them giving the other kisses on the nose.

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Evie's Ship Tags

Along with my new OC tags, I also figured I could use new tags for my ships (or just... y'know... actually tag posts about my ships instead of just screaming into the void). And since they're not always clear as to who they're about if just viewed at face value, I decided to make a list of them! This includes romantic, platonic and other sorts of ships.

Yes, I sacrificed recognizability for the funnies. Let me be silly, okay? I am also bad at coming up with ship names, which is another reason for why I settled for this.

-> TV Shows!

80s!Kit

Face/Kit aka FaceKit: #otp: if you were church i'd get on my knees

Anita

Don/Anita: #otp: make me a ring out of clover flowers

Bill/Anita: #otp: shut your mouth give me your head

Bill & Anita: #brotp: meet me on the battlefield

George & Anita: #brotp: two idiots in dance shoes

Joe Liebgott & Anita: #brotp: we've all got battle scars

Vicky

Vicky/Newkirk: #otp: thief of my heart

Iris

Hawkeye & Iris: #brotp: drunken monologues

Charles & Iris: #fam: the family jewels

Raevyn (this also goes for New Horizons!Raevyn!)

Gordon/Raevyn: #otp: crazy little thing called love

Raevyn & Topa: #brotp: i can see a rainbow

Eva

Eva/Sven: #otp: northern lights and southern skies

Eva/Michi: #otp: just a little chliché

Sven/Eva/Michi: #ot3: lipstick stamps on my passport

K'Rala

K'Rala/Tasha aka K'Tasha: #otp: everything stays

Data/K'Rala aka K'Data: #otp: we are so human

Will/K'Rala: #otp: just a touch of your love

Deanna/K'Rala: #otp: she knows what i think about

Worf/K'Rala: #otp: fight for me

The Polycule: #otp: will you share your soul with me? (it's a one true polycule, get it?)

-> Streaming Series!

Philomel

Philomel/Crowley: #otp: falling for you

Philomel/Aziraphale: #otp: the way to an angel's heart

Crowley/Aziraphale/Philomel: #ot3: amor vincit omnia

Raevyn

-> see the TV Shows section!

Reina (subject to a lot of change, probably)

Reina & Edward: #brotp: mi capitán

Reina & Stede: #brotp: oh captain my captain

Reina & Izzy: ??? (I'm still figuring them out, but they're something)

Byeong-ho

Byeong-ho/Sang-woo: #otp: till death do us part

Kassandra

Diego & Kassandra: #fam: stand by me

Allison & Kassandra: #fam: took the words right out of my mouth

Klaus & Kassandra: #fam: the silence is so loud

Five & Kassandra: #fam: the loneliest

Viktor & Kassandra: #fam: your tears are mine

Kassandra & her siblings: #fam: we go deeper than the ink beneath the skin of our tattoos

-> Movies!

Movie!Kit

Face/Kit aka FaceKit: #otp: i hate you so much it must be true love

Hannibal & Kit: #fam: daedalus and icarus

Diana

Mal & Diana: brotp: what else can i do?

Carlos/Diana: otp: puppy love

Claire

Claire/Eldora: #otp: this fire in my skin

Evie & Claire: #brotp: lace and leather

Charlie

Egon/Charlie: #qpr: research buddies

Helena

to be added

Honey

to be added

Varsha

Henry+Edward/Varsha: #otp: when is a monster not a monster?

Bára

Bára/Ahkmenrah: #otp: not even death could keep me from you

Lani:

Lani & Luke: #fam: the failure and the prodigy

Lani & Leia: #fam: our father's temper

Lani & Han: #brotp: halfblood and solo

Lani & Anakin/Darth Vader: #fam: are you proud of me dad?

-> One Piece

Aurelia

Mihawk/Aurelia: #otp: bloodstained gold

Aurelia & Sanji: #fam: mama's boy

Aurelia & Luffy: #brotp: there will come a ruler

Aurelia's "family": #fam: mihawk's accidental family acquisition (it's an insider that's very dear to me, and pretty much what Aurelia's OP verse boils down to lol)

Cora

Sanji/Cora: #otp: mr prince and his princess

Zoro/Cora: #otp: you wouldn't fight a katana with a rapier

Sanji/Cora/Zoro: #ot3: the prince. the princess. the knight.

Inari

Inari & Pudding: #fam: three-eyed duo

Inari & Big Mom: #fam: how much of my mother has my mother left in me?

Inari & Sanji: #brotp: though we don't share the same blood

Lily

Sanji & Lily: #fam: go ahead and cry little girl

Kaya & Lily: #fam: almost sisters

Usopp & Lily: #brotp: can you picture that?

Zoro & Lily: #brotp: big tiger small fox

Luna

Sanji/Luna: #otp: the angel and her devil

Lux

Lux/Zoro: #otp: theseus and the minotaur

Law & Lux: #brotp: achilles come down

Lux & Kaya: #brotp: i will be your sword and shield

Lux & Nami: #brotp: the cat is out of the bag

-> Animation & Others

Noura

to be added

Jelena

to be added

Soles

to be added

Jamie

to be added

Sherry

Peach & Sherry: #fam: sweet!

Bowser & Sherry: #brotp: honorary koopaling

Sonata

to be added

Eve

Patton & Eve: #fam: raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens

Roman & Eve: #fam: supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

Remus & Eve: #fam: all you gotta do is say my name

Indigo

to be added

Evelynn

to be added

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♟: Patching up a wound combined with♢: Forehead or cheek kisses for Kit and Face

(Listen, I know this is ages old, but I finally remembered this thing. I wanted to write something because I can't come up with anything for today's Falling for Hogan's Heroes prompt and thought a different fandom might be nice. So, because I still love them very dearly, have some idiots in love!)

Face sat in the back of the van, fidgeting with his keychain. Every once in a while, he glanced over at his watch. Kit and Murdock still weren’t back. They should have been back… well, five minutes ago. But that still meant they were late! Why were they late?! Something must have happened. Maybe they got lost. Hopefully. What if one of them got hurt? Even worse: What if they had been caught? What if they had been killed?!

“Stop it, Face!” B.A. growled, shooting him an angry glare from the driver’s seat. “This noise is driving me crazy.”

With a sharp sigh, Face held all his keys in place, trying to ignore the urge to start fidgeting with them again.

“They’ll be back soon”, Hannibal assured him. “You know how Murdock is, he gets distracted sometimes and forgets the time.”

“I know”, Face sighed.

“And Kit picks fights a lot - and wins them. There’s nothing to worry about.”

“What if she doesn’t win?”

“Of course, she wins”, B.A. threw in. “Don’t you trust her?”

“I never said that, I just-”

“If she doesn’t win, then Murdock’s there”, Hannibal concluded.

Face pressed his lips together and craned his neck to look out the window. He looked at his watch again. Six minutes late. Finally, B.A. spoke the words to save him:

“Here they come.”

Immediately, Face jumped to the door and pulled it open. Really, there they were, Kit and Murdock, running towards the van.

“Where were you?!” he called.

“Dancin’ with some friends!” Murdock responded. “Lotsa fun, I tell ya!”

He hopped into the van. Kit followed soon after, a mix between a frown and a scowl on her face. Immediately, Face knew something was wrong. He pulled the door of the van shut, prompting B.A. to immediately drive off. That was when Face spotted the cloth wrapped tightly around Kit’s hand.

“Kit, what happened?” he asked.

“Nothing”, Kit grumbled, curling up on the floor at the far back of the van.

“She dropped one of her knives and cut herself with it”, Murdock explained.

“But just because someone hit me while I was trying to throw it”, Kit hissed. “I wouldn’t even say I dropped it. It was punched out of my hand.”

“You were punched in the face though.”

“Shut up, Murdock.”

Quickly, Face opened one of the storage spaces in the back of the van and pulled out the medkit. This makeshift bandage of whatever dirty cloth Kit was wearing now just wouldn’t do.

“Come on, let’s get you patched up”, he suggested and settled down on the floor next to Kit.

There, he started unpacking the medkit’s contents. Pouting, Kit held her hand out to him. When Face unwrapped the cloth, it unveiled a cut in the middle of her palm, still bleeding.

“How bad is it?” Hannibal asked from the front.

“It’s nothing”, Kit insisted.

“A cut in her palm, still bleeding. It’s not nothing but it’s not too bad”, Face corrected.

Then, he got to disinfecting the wound, prompting Kit to grit her teeth.

“Don’t worry, it’ll stop burning soon”, Face mumbled.

Instead of immediately bandaging her hand, he put some salve on her injured knuckles. The wounds weren’t fresh, but she never cared for them, so he had to now that he had the chance to do it. Carefully, he started bandaging her hand, making sure to make it tight enough but also hurt as little as possible. When he was done, he glanced to the front of the van to make sure nobody was looking, then pressed a quick kiss on Kit’s cheek. Kit smiled and shook her head.

“You won the fight, right?” Hannibal asked, glancing at Kit.

“Of course, I won”, Kit chuckled. “You can be a proud dad.”

“See?” B.A. called. “I told you, Face.”

“You didn’t think I’d win?” Kit scoffed and shot a pouty glance at Face.

“Yeah, Face”, Murdock threw in. “Don’t you trust your girlfriend?”

“I was just worried, okay? And she’s not my girlfriend.”

“Right, you hate each other, I forgot.”

“For hating each other, you’re sitting awfully close together”, Hannibal commented.

Face shot Kit a worried glance, only to be met with a just as worried one.

“It’s cold”, Kit lied.

Hannibal chuckled lightly, but at least he stopped making remarks. B.A. just shook his head at them. Murdock meanwhile puckered up his lips at them before ducking to dodge the disinfectant Kit pretended to throw. Peace at last. On the floor of the van, Kit and Face linked their fingers, flashing each other a smile.

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Do Kit and Face ever get married? Do they have children?

Thanks so much for the ask!

YES, they do get married. I actually have a very clear idea for their wedding in mind. It's a Vegas wedding and one of the weirdest weddings anybody has ever seen.

They're being chased through the streets of Vegas, running away from some thugs when, suddenly, Face gets an idea: A church can offer sanctuary, a chapel is basically a church and there are a whole bunch of them scattered all across the Strip and beyond! Worth a shot, right? So, Face grab's Kit's hand while running and proposes to them on the spot, apologizing profusely about how this is maybe the least romantic proposal someone could think of and the worst time and an awful away to get married and he promises to get her a ring once all of this is over and- Then Kit cuts him off, saying she does want to marry him and, in fact, she wouldn't have it any other way. So, they stumble into the next wedding chapel they find and Face charms the preacher into tying the knot for them right away, both of them standing there breathless, maybe even soaked because it rained, probably a little dirty and sweaty, maybe even a bit bloody. The plan works, the thugs run past and - well, looks like they're married now. The rest of the A-Team is obviously a bit salty that they weren't there when it happened. So, another wedding is held and it's a really fancy one, maybe even held on Hawaii, the A-Team is invited, so are their partners if they have any at the time, Amy is there with there boyfriend, so are any other long-time allies of the team. Then, they go on a really nice honeymoon that may or may not get interrupted by Hannibal telling them he needs their help for a job.

Now, will they have children? Deep down, I think Face would like to have kids, maybe because he as an orphan never knew his parents. Kit, on the other hands, doesn't see herself as a mother at all, at least not to little children and definitely not getting pregnant. She's very clear about not wanting a pregnancy and Face respects that. So, they probably don't have biological kids. There's still the chance of them adopting a child. Not officially, more like how Hannibal took one look at Kit and said "That kid's mine now."

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Here it is, the FaceKit playlist:

Plus the moodboard I made for it:

@datasgirlfriend @starlightocs @starlit-ocs

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AH! A-Team OC Gang, the time has come...

Song: Straight Up by Paula Abdul

Characters:

Templeton "Faceman" Peck (The A-Team, 1983-1987)

A. Karma "Kit" Kelley (OC; FC: Kristen Stewart)

I had so much fun with the fight scene and the little bit at the end, you don't even know

Who's next for the edits?

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Hey! Fanfic Writers Appreciation Day! And since I know you're working on A-Team content, what song would you associate with Face and Kit's relationship? Or what songs remind them of each other?

Hope things are going well with writing! Have a nice day! :)

Oh, hey! I actually have a whole playlist for them, but I'll try to pick out the most important ones:

This one is important because it has lots of church symbolism which is an amazing theme for their relationship. Face, who grew up in a Catholic orphanage and even once considered becoming a priest, comparing Kit to holy things is just way too good to pass up. For Kit, it's exactly the other way around. She isn't religious at all, but she worships him.

This is before they're dating when they're both insecure about whether or not their relationship could work and if the other even likes them back or not.

I don't have too much of an explanation for this, just... vibes! I can totally see them dancing to this when nobody's around.

I mean... Kit is freaky. That's just. That's it. Plus, it has Put Your Head On My Shoulder as its instrumental which is THE Face romance song, so it fits perfectly for them.

Another "not really sure if this relationship could work but I really want it to" song

Similar vibes, but instead of both of them being hesitant, this is both of them going "You just need to say the word and I'm yours!"

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Up for some wholesome A-Team + Kit headcanons?

Part 1: Clothes (more or less)

B.A. always cuts off the sleeves of almost anything he wears, safe for things like sweaters and winter jackets. But what does he does with the disconnected sleeves? Well, once Kit joins the team, they start to mysteriously vanish. B.A. figures out pretty quickly that Kit has been taking them and sewing them into binders and tube tops for her to wear. He says nothing, but it just so happens that sleeves start randomly appearing among her things without her planning on them doing so.

Hannibal and Kit often geek out about disguises, makeup, transforming themselves into other people, costumes and, of course, the fun of fooling people with it. Sometimes, Face joins in on the conversation, which usually leads to Kit telling him that "just changing his clothes doesn't make for a disguise" and "putting on glasses doesn't change that either".

Murdock asked Kit to do his makeup once. When they asked him what he wanted, he said "all of it". So... he got a full face of makeup! Both had lots of fun. From then on, Murdock regularly stops by to get himself some eyeliner or lipgloss or just to get his nails painted. On one of those occasions, he drags Face with him and Kit paints his nails to match his shirt. He makes a fuss about it but secretly really likes it.

After that, Face buys himself one of those transparent nail polishes that are supposed to be good for your nails and asks Kit to apply it for him once every one or two weeks. It's actually a trick to get them to hold his hand and for him to be able to watch them because they just look too beautiful focused like that

Kit regularly goes around stealing clothes from the entire A-Team. No exceptions. Not even B.A. and Hannibal are safe

When Kit has to go to a formal event, B.A. lets her borrow his gold earrings.

Kit isn't over girl talk. She and Amy have had some lovely conversations gossiping about the male members of the team. Face has caught them looking at him and giggling like little schoolgirls a few times. He likes to think it's because he's attractive, but most of the time they're actually informing each other of stupid things he's done or said or how his fashion sense isn't always 100% stellar. The other percent of time, they are talking about how attractive he is though, because Amy knows Kit likes him and she's the only person they'll talk to about it

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FaceKit and any kind of church symbolism... Just... My heart! Face, raised in a Catholic orphanage, absolutely worshipping Kit and comparing her to everything holy and-

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Don't mind me, just imagining Face and Kit dancing together like a pair of idiots, specifically to this song:

Also the fact that their ship name would be facekit... Very fitting.

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What are some non-sexual activities they do together?

For Facekit :D

You mean aside from bickering constantly?

No, I'm joking. They're actually really soft and calm when they're together. Most of the time, they're just hanging out at one of Face's many apartments or houses, cuddling, watching a movie, looking at art magazines together, him reading to her... They also have fancy dinners every once in a while, but not at a restaurant, just at one of the apartments. Sometimes, Kit accompanies Face when he's going out to buy new outfits, just so he can have her by his side. Very rarely, they also go on museum dates. Kit thinks museums are boring and she doesn't have an eye for art, but she loves to hear Face ramble about the paintings and sculptures and see his eyes light up with excitement whenever he does