wot-a-night

anonymous asked:

What would the dad 2ps do if they saw Thier teenage daughter about to kiss Thier date good night on the front porch?💋

2P! Italy:
- tries to restrain the urge to purge someone
- slides in between them
-“eHEM. It’s already past mi bambina’s bedtime, so please leave…rat”
- deadly glare from the 9th circle of hell
- dates have been officially banned for now

2P! Germany:
- “wHOOO! GET SOME, SWEETHEART” “DAD OMG” “o shit, um did I interrupt something,,,,,,?”
- realizes he ruined shit for his daughter
- “oh ahahahah….carry on”
- walks inside the house
- casually spies on them through the window

2P! Japan:
- cue murderous aura
- his daughter saw a very unamused Kuro through the window
- “w e ’ l l t a l k l a t e r”
- “ehehehehe I think you should really go”
- prepare to feel the wrath of Kuro Honda

2P! Romano:
- fucking videotapes it
- “my sweet baby *sniff* they grow up so fast”
- gives her the tape for her birthday
- “wHY THE SHIT DID YOU DO THAT” “IT’S A MILESTONE”
- gets disowned for 2 weeks

2P! Prussia:
- how to delete a memory
- Protective Dad Gilen™
- “(daughter’s nAME)–”
- his daughter immediately rushes inside
- glares at the poor dude while closing the door

2P! Austria:
- creeps behind his daughter while l o o k i n g at the guy
- gOTTA GO FAST
- confused daughter
- “looks like your moment got cut short (like his life)” “….did you do something?” “I just arrived”
- like she’ll believe you

2P! America:
- “cOUGH COUGH COUGH”
- he literally just said ‘cough’
- gets in between them
- “go on”
- smug grin

2P! England:
- “gEE GOLLY OH MY MY”
- waits for his daughter to come inside “sweetie, can we talk for a bit?”
- proceeds to give her ‘the talk’
- “dad I already know about that wth”
- ‘WHERE HAVE I GONE WRONG’

2P! Canada:
- tries to remain calm (unlike last time)
- casually destroys the doorknob on the way out
- “dad what happened omg” “who tf was that piece of shit” “someone,,,,,, oH- WHAT HAPPENED TO THE DOOR //SWEATS”
- chases after the guy
- he was never seen again

2P! France:
- ignores it for now
- but breakfast is all like
- “so what else happened with you two last night?” “wOT-”
- daughter rambles some shitty excuses
- “…i was just asking”

2P! Russia:
- sMASHES THROUGH THE WINDOW I MEAN DOOR
- “WHAT IN THE NAME OF-”
- usually v calm n shit
- unless it comes to his daughter
- males are officially banned from existing (except him)

2P! China:
- “what the shit???? I didn’t even get any dates when I was her age”
- acts all sad n shit when his daughter came in
- “dad, what’s wrong” “I tHOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY MAN IN YOUR LIFE” “DAD WTF WERE YOU SPYING ON US?!” “'US’???”
- rip zao
- disowned for 10 days

2P! South Korea&
- fucker bLASTS AN AIR HORN WHEN SHE WAS ABOUT TO KISS HIM
- “HOLY SHITSTICKS WTF—”
- poor guy practically shat his pants
- yonsu wtf
- disowned for a month

When he sees her again, his breath catches in his throat.

Sansa stands among the northerners, auburn hair glimmering against the stark white snow that flutters down in an early snowfall. Beside her, Ghost stands, the side of his body pressed against the cloak covering her leg. Jon’s eyes meet hers; they’re frosty and clear and something awful rises in the pit of his stomach.

Beside him, Daenerys stands.

There’s formalities and Sansa welcomes Daenerys and Gendry with caution and slight suspicion, not once turning towards Jon or offering him a mere smile. He doesn’t pay attention much to the next few hours, not until Daenerys pats his arm gently and tells him she’s retiring to her chambers. They’re in the great hall, surrounded by northern lords and some soldiers. The entire hall bustles with chatter and noise and Jon can’t find himself to participate in it. Jon nods in Daenerys’ direction and then turns back to his plate where the bread has gone cold and the stew has stopped steaming.

Sansa won’t even look at him, he realizes blearily with a terrible sinking in his chest.

“Gianna, see to it that Queen Daenerys is comfortable,” she says to the servant girl, sending her scuttling off in Daenerys’ pursuit before standing up herself.

“If you’ll excuse me my lords, it has been a rather long day,” she says politely.

Her words send a rumble of agreement through the rest of the men sitting in the dining hall and she smiles in farewell, turning to leave the hall.
Jon watches her go and Ghost follow behind, padding away softly. He stands so fast that his plate clatters, dropping his fork as he twists off of his seat to catch up to her.

“Sansa!” He calls and she stops briefly, turning to face him.

“Jon,” she greets coolly, eyes uninterested. Ghost perks up, jaw forming into a cautionary growl.

“Sansa,” he repeats and then slowly walks closer.

There’s a moment of silence and suddenly Jon feels helpless, unable to find the words to make her understand.

He wants to say, I missed you, I love you, I need you but all that comes out pathetically is, “I’m sorry.”

He remembers Sansa for who she was; the girl with the fiery hair and shimmering blue eyes. He remembers her for her laugh, a gentle and cheery noise he doesn’t realize he aches to hear. He remembers her for her noble heart and her unwavering kindness.

Jon wishes to see her like that again.

“I,” he pauses and then clears his throat but before he can continue, Sansa speaks.

“Do you love her?” She asks abruptly, tone careful. The words come like a sting to Jon.

He thinks about the first time they kissed, the way Sansa’s hand slipped into his hair and the way she moaned, a breathy, pretty noise. He thinks about how she had smiled shyly after, looking at him through her lashes. He wonders how Sansa could ever think he loves Daenerys when all he could think about was how much he missed her while he was away.

Silence hangs thick in the air for a few painful moments.

“I did what I had to do,” he says finally and she falters slightly, eyes dropping to the ground.

“But I don’t love her,” he finishes.

Not like I love you, his mind supplies uselessly.

She watches him for a moment, lips pursed. Her cheeks, Jon noticed absently, are flushed pink from the cold.

“I had hoped not,” she says softly and then, for the first time since he returned to Winterfell, she offers him a smile.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Jon,” she looks as if she might reach forward but then stops, biting her lower lip unconsciously as she turns to go to her room. Ghost pads slowly behind her.

And Jon knows that they will be okay.

Wholesome Week 2 Day 4: (WOT IS) Game Night(?!?!)

Marco grabbed his controller and turned on his Xbox. Star sat down next to him almost at the edge of her seat, gripping her controller with excitement. “So what’re we gonna play tonight, Marco? One of those shooting games? Ooh, or Mortal Kombat?”

Marco shook his head, “Nah, tonight we’re gonna play a little game called Minecraft.”

Star frowned and crossed her arms. “Sounds boring.”

“Quite the contrary. In this game you can basically do whatever you want. You can build cities, explore dungeons, fight monsters, the list goes on.”

“Fight monsters? Sign me up!”

“Well, we’re not doing that tonight. Apparently Janna made some challenge that, according to her, is the ultimate test in human endurance. I’m guessing it’s some kind of parkour course.”

“Sounds fun.” They put on their headsets while they waited for the game.

As soon as the game was loaded, they received a party invite from “BaJanna413″. They checked the party roster and it included “SurferGal95″, “GlowingBark505″, and  Xx_Dark_x_Assass1n_xX, along with their OhaiMarc0 and OG Delirious. While Marco knew that OG stood for Oskar Greeson, he warned Star that other people might think the wrong thing about her gamertag. “So who do we have here.” Marco asked.

GlowingBark505 sighed and spoke sheepishly. “This is Tom.”

Marco laughed a bit, “Then who’s Dark Assassin?”

A very proper voice came on. “That would be me.”

Star was shocked. “MOM?!”

“Hello, Star.”

“What’re you doing here?”

“Well, I have the castle to myself for the evening and this Janna girl invited me to join you in this ‘Game Night.’“

Jackie interrupted, screaming in a fake British accent, “WOT IS GAME NOIGH’?!?!”

“…Well, anyways I thought, ‘What a splendid opportunity to meet my daughter’s friends.’ So here I am.”

Janna chimed in. “I thought I was your dad, but your mom was using profile.”

Jackie coughed. “Guys, I think I lost my voice,” she said faintly.

“At least you can’t imitate me anymore,” Moon said.

“I wasn’t…”

“Who cares,” Star said. “Let’s just get this challenge started!”


Star and Marco joined the game and found Janna and the others as soon as they were in and examined their skins. Janna looked like the Master Chief from Halo. Tom was a Creeper. Fitting. Marco thought. Moon was Scottish Steve, which was obviously her husband’s choice. Jackie was some kind of biker no one recognized. “It’s from this game called Trials.” Star was Banjo Kazooie, which she’d never played before, but thought the bear looked cute, and Marco was Tuxedo Steve. “I like to think I’m actually Tuxedo Mask like from Sailor Moon.”

“Alright. Gather ‘round everyone Tom and I made a challenge for all of you, but first we need to get there by walking. We’ll lead the way so try not to get lost.”

They walked for a several minutes. Marco picked up roses at every opportunity and everyone starting to place bets as to how much longer Jackie had left to live.

“Guys, I feel fine,” Jackie said.

Tom laughed. “Y’know that’s gonna be on your tombstone now.”

“Jackie Lynn Thomas: She felt fine.” Janna added.

Around that time, they reached a small plateau and Janna started making stairs up it. “Follow me up here, and we’re there.”

On top there was large flat area with a large black square all the way around, along with several small rectangles along the outside that were 3x4 blocks all bordered around by black wool. Most had a colored row, depending on where on the square it was. As soon as everyone was up, Janna and Tom headed for one of the corners and called everyone over. Star and Marco wandered around, confused. Marco looked at one of the rectangles and it immediately hit him.

“You got to be kidding me.”

“What’s wrong Marco?” Star asked.

“Oh my goodness.”

“What is this, Marco?”

Marco let out a defeated sigh. “This is Monopoly.”

“Aw no!” Jackie tried to yell as Janna and Tom burst out laughing.

“Well, I’m just gonna leave the game now,” Marco said.

“Don’t you dare Diaz! We’re in this together,” Jackie said menacingly.

Star was so confused. “Is this that game that you were telling me about that never ends.”

“Yep.”

As soon as he collected himself Tom spoke, “Honestly, we probably spent hours on this just for that reaction.”

“Get comfortable guys and gals,” Janna said. “ ‘Cause it’s gonna be a long night.”

anonymous asked:

wots ur favE namjoon look idk if uve been asked this b4 but u kno, it never hurts to ask again sksksksksk

omg hello thank you for asking me!!!! man i love this question, i answered my top five fave looks here (and i’m reblogging it rn again too so you can find it easily) but honestly at the moment:

남준이몰래) LIKE I’M NOT OVER THIS FANSIGN OK LOOK HOW CUTE HE IS!!! HE LOOKS THE BEST IN STRIPES, HE’S ALWAYS GIVING US SO MUCH LOVE, I LOVE HIS HEART AND HIS DIMPLE AND HIS HAIR AND EYES AND HE’S THE SWEETEST

fic: i’m going to make whatever it takes

supergirl — kara x cat; explicit
@delightfullyambiguous​ and some anons promoted me waaaaaay back to write smut with kara under a desk.

[ao3]


“It’s going to be okay.”

Kara’s fingers thread through the hair at the base of Cat’s neck, in the same place where Cat likes to pull Kara’s own hair. “Shouldn’t I be telling you that?”

“No,” Cat says, “because I know we’re perfectly fine, even if you’re the one doing everything you can to calm me down as if I don’t.” Cat sways forward, leaving a perfect mark of lipstick against Kara’s lips. “I promise.”

Kara’s not so sure, but she lets Cat kiss her again.

Cat had sent a board-wide email the night before, in typical Cat fashion, offering a laundry list of comments on a bunch of different things, before adding as an afterthought that, by the way, she is dating an employee and the board should consider this its due notice. Kara had watched over Cat’s shoulder as the email whooshed away, fingers curled into the silk sheets pooled around Cat’s hips.

It wasn’t an afterthought. High ranking government and military officials knew Cat was going to send that email.

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