imagine denmark asking norway to talk norwegian to him because he absolutely loves the sound of it so he grabs a book and makes nor read it to him in norwegian and they just cuddle on the couch while den listens to norge’s beautiful voice talking in a language he absolutely adores, sighing happily and snuggling closer to nor.
imagine norway jokingly teasing denmark about how he always sounds like he has a potato in his throat when speaking danish but glaring at anyone who even as much as smiles at that joke because he’s the only one who’s allowed to make fun of den’s beautiful but also incredibly stupid language.
If Joan and Sherlock were ever going to kiss I can’t imagine it being romantic and soppy or anything like that. I can imagine it being in the middle of a case that neither of them can crack, in the Brownstone with a murder collage on one wall and a desk full of files on the other. They’d probably be arguing or frustratedly ignoring each other as they try to work through it, and one of them would step a bit too close to look at a crime scene photo and Sherlock would look at Joan for a second before just swooping in and just planting one on her. No gentle hands in her hair or on her face, just fists clenched at his side as they always are when he’s unsure. It wouldn’t be long either, just a brief peck and they’d both step back from each other, the case and the evidence briefly forgotten. Joan would watch the way he’s rocking on his heels and try to diffuse the tension by talking through it, letting him know she’s not upset at him and that when they’ve finished the case they can talk about it if he wants, but right now there’s a murderer they need to find and whatever this is can wait. Sherlock would squint at her for a bit, nod very slightly, and give a quiet grunt before turning back to his desk and leaning over it to look closer at the case file for the fourth time in an hour. There’d be a moment of understanding silence between them before Joan goes back to the collage to talk through it again, with matching smiles on their faces. And if they happen to brush against each other more often than before, then neither of them bring it up.
Imagine them arguing for hours, trying to decide wich one is the best between swords and guns. (Lis would be for swords and Sinon for guns) Imagine them in Lis shop talking for hours while Lis fixe Sinon’s bow. Imagine Lis telling Sinon what happened in SAO in details and Sinon telling Lis what happened in GGO in details. Imagine them teasing each other about Kirito. Imagine them teasing Kirito together. Imagine Lis making bad jokes on purpose to make Sinon laugh when she’s depressed. Imagine Sinon in her bedroom screaming and making a panic attack and Lis, who was in the kitchen, running into the bedroom and hugging Sinon to calm her down. Imagine Lis helping Sinon to, little by little, overcome her fear. Imagine Sinon being there for Lis when she’s depressed, holding her hand, and telling her sweet stuff. Imagine them being confidents. Imagine them being best friends.