only in the wild and wonderful world of touhou can the statement “yeah so prince shoutoku was actually a transgender lesbian who cheated death to become an immortal taoist, and this is her tsundere lightning ghost wife” not only make sense as a headcanon, but also be potentially the most likely headcanon to be canon available.
volume 1 of throam being called “over the tracks” and Ryan admitting (later in volume 3) that he realized he was in love with brendon when they went over train tracks as they hid in ryan’s room in the back of the bus is the most symbolic shit throam ever did
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader / Namjoon x Reader
Genre: fluff, smut, angst, humor
→ Rated: NC-17 → Warnings: alcohol, language
Summary: A text message sent to the wrong number turns into a long lasting affair between two people completely opposite one another.
Note: This is an old thing and actually the first thing I wrote after the accident, and I decided to post it again because I kind of hold it close to my heart ? It’s not all going to be texts between the characters, but quite a lot of backstory and stuff the more we get into it. It’ll be told from both Y/N’s POV and Jungkook’s. Please enjoy! :)
The first time you receive one it’s in the middle of the night.
At first you simply stir in your sleep, turning around as if that will somehow stop the annoying buzzing resounding from under your pillow. When it doesn’t, you grab the cursed device and flip it over in your hands, wondering whom of your stupid friends decided to be an excruciating pain in the ass this late.
Sometimes I think about the fact that Chanyeol and Baekhyun went to the same university in the same field and I wonder if they knew e/o before Exo. Were they already friends? Acquaintances? Is this why they became super close in only one night when Baekhyun arrived in the group?
Y’all acting like predicting an alien threat to MCU’s Earth is some wildly amazing thing that no one could do unless they were ‘paranoid’!
Aliens have already attacked! They actually attacked out of a big giant hole in the sky! And they whooped our asses but for the grace of six people, some really brave police/firemen, and a re-directed nuke. We also have big shiny fuck-off energy stones all around our earth that are clearly not from around here that people keep fighting over, and we know that Loki wasn’t acting alone.
Tony was the only one who saw the full might of what one attack brought, Tony is the only one beside Thor (and Fury) that is appreciating just what kind of force could be brought to bear against Earth, but Tony has apparently informed these suckers multiple times about what they’re up against and nobody chose to listen. Also Tony, “The Futurist is here!”, Tony Stark, Actual Genius, has been established as hyper-vigilant about future threats, both homegrown and far-flung.
Tony already had a plan in place for preparing for extraterrestrial threats before Wanda fucked with his head and before the Mind Stone fucked with Ultron that wasn’t ready for implementation but was a big idea in his head. “But his PTSD just made him paranoid” yes his PTSD is a big part of his character, so thrilled you finally noticed, he still did it and no one else did and this has been established for multiple movies so take your L and piss off.
John is almost finished with his latest blog entry, when Sherlock suddenly calls for him from the kitchen.
John sighs and stands up. He turns around, and there’s Sherlock, holding his hand and grimacing. John frowns. “What happened?”
“I slipped with the knife,” Sherlock says and shows him his hand. John can see blood. It comes from a not so superficial gash near Sherlock’s thumb. He shakes his head. “Are you always that clumsy in the kitchen? Come on, sit down. I’ll bandage that.”
He quickly fetches his bag and when he goes back to the living room, Sherlock sits in his chair and looks at the wound in his hand with a frown. John sits opposit of him and takes an disinfectant
out of his bag. “Give me your hand.”
When the cold spray hits Sherlock’s skin, he gasps and looks at John accusingly. “It burns,” he says dryly.
John grins. “Yes. It does. That’s normal.” He begins to bandage the wound.
Sherlock observes him silently.
When John looks up from the now bandaged wound, he looks directly into Sherlock’s eyes. For a moment, it’s like he can’t move. He stares into Sherlock’s eyes, which are pale silver with speckles of blue today, and he feels a bit dazed. I wonder if our life would be different, if I said or did something different at Angelos back then … He doesn’t have this thought for the first time. Actually, he thinks about such things very often. He can’t prevent it from happening. But it’s pointless and you know it. It’s …
“John,” Sherlock says. It sounds a bit confused.
John swallows. He forces himself to smile. “You can go on now with … what were you actually doing in the kitchen?”
Sherlock inspects his hand and says casually, “I’m cooking, obviously.”
John blinks. He’s surprised. “You can cook?”
Sherlock looks at him like he’s a bit insulted. “Of course I can. But until now I didn’t see a reason to do it. It’s always a bit tedious.”
John blinks again. “But why … today?”
Now Sherlock’s look is definitely an annoyed one. “John. Did you forget your own birthday?”
“No,” John says slowly.
But yes, he almost forgot it. Well, it’s not really a special day. Not anymore. Harry didn’t phone him. And the rest of his family pretends that he doesn’t exist anyway. Maybe Mike will phone later. But until now, nothing has happened to remind John that it is his birthday.
Sherlock sighs. “Well, it should have been a surprise, since people seem to love surprises immensely, but now I fear I spoiled it with my stupid accident.”
“No,” John says quickly. “No, you didn’t spoil it, I’m … wow. No one ever cooked for me before. I’m … honoured.”
Sherlock looks at him for a moment, like he’s checking if John means that serious, then he smiles. “Good. I also bought wine.”
Sherlock finally stands up and coughs. “Thanks for your help, doctor. I continue now.”
“Okay,” John says a bit huskily. “I’ll … wait here then.”
“Yes. Wait,” Sherlock nods and goes back into the kitchen.
John remains sitting in his chair and feels very stunned.
Later, when they sit on the table, with wine and a very good meal - cooked by Sherlock, John still can’t believe it - they talk and laugh a lot. Sherlock pours him wine and asks him if he wants more from the salad. John feels good. He feels happy.
And when they’re finished, he says, “That was the best birthday I’ve ever had.”
Sherlock’s smile, both a bit shy and proud, makes his chest glow and his belly tingle.
He realizes, that he doesn’t need more in his life. He realizes, that he’s truly in love.
“Can I borrow your Jeep?” asks Max, and Alicia says, “No, I already said I’d meet the girls in town.” Come on, Max thinks, his date evaporating in front of him. How’s it fair that Alicia’s the one with the car, just because she’s more financially savvy than him? She can get one of her friends to pick her up. It’s not much for him to ask, one evening. Come on, let me take it, he thinks.
Next to him, Alicia stiffens, her limbs stuttering rigid. She drops the keys into his palm.
Max’s stomach swoops, a rollercoaster drop. “Shit,” he says. “Lish, no. Take the car if you want to.”
His sister’s head (his sister’s head?) tilts sideways, unnatural. She blinks at him. “It’s up to you.”
“Take the car,” Max says. He doesn’t feel like going out after all.