#a girl will go without posting for months dump a bunch of ocs and leave again

[dreamlnder]

yawnn oc art dump

[tumbler-tidbits]

Bunker Bunch Ch. 12- Whoa Babies

@spnclassicbingo square filled: “He is my brother”

@spnbromentbingo square filled: “Don’t lie to me”

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam, Twins (Charlie, and Johnny), mentions of Eileen, and OC- Shaggy, Crash

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, call your dentist!

Summary: Having two infants is exhausting and Dean is being stubborn. Thankfully he has a pain in the ass little brother.

You know what they don’t tell you when you have kids? That you will never sleep again. No seriously, the twins are 2 months old and you swear you and Dean haven’t slept since the day they were born. YOU NEED TO SLEEP.

Yeah sure you’re used to a little lack of sleep from pulling all nighters on cases in the past, but at least then you could sleep when you were done.

But now your never done! Your on the clock 24/7!

And of course it doesn’t help that they both have a cold making them fussy and even less likely to sleep. Seriously would it kill the damn weather fairy to give ya a little sunshine?!

Ok you definitely need to sleep, your delirious, there’s no such thing as the weather fairy.... or is there? Note to self, ask Sam. Dean speaking pulls from your internal dialogue,

“Babe, I don’t know how much longer I can stay awake” he says with a yawn, “what are we supposed to do?”

“We could ask Sammy to watch them for a few hours, so we can get some shut eye”

“No. Eileen is over at Jody’s helping with the girls graduation and Sam has the boys. His hands are full” he replies

Tears of exhaustion flood your eyes and you swiped them away angrily. You need a break and so does Dean.

“The kids will be fine and so will Sam”

“Y/N I said no. He is my brother, the twins are our responsibility, I’m not gonna dump them in his lap!”

“Babe we aren’t ‘dumping’ them, just asking for some help. We help them out with the boys all the time, what’s the difference?”

He refuses to answer you and you know it’s because he doesn’t have one. Dean is stubborn, and prides himself on keeping his own, he won’t admit that he needs help easily. You break the silence,

“Ok how about this. I’ve got the twins, you go into the kitchen and get a snack, then go to my old room and lay down for a bit m’kay? Then we’ll switch and I’ll get a nap in”

You kiss his forehead and he leans into your side, nodding his assent. Slowly he gets up and leaves the nursery and treks down the hall to the kitchen, as you tend to your children.

Dean POV

Sam is at the table eating some sliced fruit while browsing on his laptop.

“Heya Sammy” he yawns

“Hey Dean”

“Where are the boys?”

“In bed”

“What?!” He asks confused

“Dean it’s 11:30 at night”

“Your kidding me?”he says dragging a hand over his face in exasperation, “Don’t screw with me geek boy I’m in no mood for games!”

“I swear Dean, look the clocks right there” he says pointing at the wall leading to the library.

“What’s going on with you dude?”

“Nothing”

“Don’t lie to me”

“I’m not”

“Dean…”

“Don’t ‘Dean’ me I’m fine!”

“Dude I know you like you know me, now spill”

There’s a beat of silence before Dean finally answers, “How did you do it?”

“Do what?”

“Raise two infants without losing your mind!”

Sam chuckles and shakes his head, “Well first off, we didn’t have two at once. Shaggy was 2 when Crash was born. That made things a bit easier”

“I can’t keep up man. Diapers, bottles, burping,Y/N is having to pump constantly! And they never sleep! I need my beauty sleep Sam”

“Welcome to parenthood” Sam smirks and Dean rolls his eyes,

“Gee thanks dickhead”

“I’m sorry. Look it will get easier. The kids are sick right now so it’s making things twice as hard. Once they’re well again and get used to the schedule everything will fall into place. You’ll see”

“I sure hope so Sammy, cuz right now I’m so tired I could sleep for a week” Dean sighs

“You know Eileen and I are here to help too right?”

“Nah, you guys have your own kids keeping you busy”

“What does that matter Dean? Your my brother, I’m always here for you”

“Yeah I know but I should be able to take care of my own kids”

“It’s ok to ask for help Dean” Sam advises and Dean ignores him so Sam continues,

“Look, you help Eileen and I with the boys all the time. Does that make me any less of a father? Because I needed some help?”

“No of course not, your an amazing father”

“Then why doesn’t the same thing apply to you?”

There’s silence then and Sam knows he’s won but he won’t rub it in. Not while his brother is this vulnerable. Dean grabs a mini-pie from the pantry and heads back to the nursery.

“Night Sammy, I’m gonna go check on Y/N”

“Night Dean” He smiles

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About an hour later Sam decides it's time for him to head to bed. But before he does he wants to check on his little family, so he sneaks down the hall towards the nursery.

Once he reaches the door, he puts his ear up to it but doesn’t hear any noise coming from inside. Carefully he pushes the door open and the sight that greets him nearly has him laughing out loud. He quickly clamps a hand over his mouth so as not to wake his brother and sister in law, as he observes the room.

The place looks like a post apocalyptic war zone! There are diapers strewn about, empty bottles on the dresser and nightstand, and blankets, onesies, and burp cloths everywhere!

Dean is sound asleep, half in/half out of the rocking chair, like he’s been slowly sliding out of it since his slumber began. His AC/DC shirt is covered in spit up and a half empty bottle of breast milk is clutched in his hand as he snores softly. Johnny is sound asleep in the crib next to him.

Y/N is sprawled out Sideways over the bed amidst the various baby paraphernalia , with her limbs hanging off the edge and Charlie sound asleep on her chest.

Slowly and quietly Sam takes out his phone and snaps a few pictures, quickly sending them to Eileen with the caption “Joys of parenthood” .

He leaves the room and quietly shuts the door and heads to bed. He has a busy day planned tomorrow.

End

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[liannyeong]

Patience is what I need (so please wait for me)

Summary: Where she needs time, and Jaebum has to wait.

Word count: 4087

Pairing: Jaebum X OC

Warning(s): slight angst, (troubled) marriage, unexplained past/trauma 

A/N: the summary sucks i know, but when has my summary been good? oh and this fic’s format is rather weird? idk LOL but it does play a part overall? do i even make sense? nevermind. anyway, a month has passed since my last post... sorry about that. but it’s okay, i think i’ll be posting up new stuff as soon as i’m done with it :D please bear with me!

1 day.

"I won't hurt you," Jaebum says gently from the other end of the couch. He doesn't invade into her personal space. "I can promise you that." He stays where he is, feet planted onto the hardwood floor, body leaned forward with his elbows resting on his thighs. His hands are clasped together, and his thumbs play around with the skin that joins the thumb and the index finger. She keeps her body plastered at the other end of the couch, body curled up into a ball. Her body language screams defensive all over, and as much as she's afraid of the man she barely knew, she appreciates that he understands.

"Don't worry about anything, alright? You can sleep in that room. I will sleep in another," Jaebum says again. He glances over his shoulder to look at her, before saying, "I won't force you into anything." She meets his eyes and Jaebum flashes a small smile.

"Good night," he greets as he stands, heading over to the room at the opposite of the master bedroom.

She stays in the living room, in the quietness of the night, wondering how she got here. She unfolds herself and rests comfortably on the couch. Her eyes fall onto the band on her left ring finger. It's undeniably beautiful, she must admit, despite the simple design. There are twists throughout the surface of the silver ring, contained in the middle. She stares at the ring, her right hand subconsciously caressing it gently as if it is a memento instead. Then, she twists it a little, before pulling it off her finger entirely. The ring rests on her palm, and she clenches her hand into a fist. She heads to her own room, which was supposed to be their's, carefully placing the ring onto the bedside table. She lays on the far-too-huge bed, before falling deep into sleep with great effort.

3 weeks.

Jaebum withdraws himself entirely from her as time goes by. He starts coming home late and leaves the house much earlier, before she even opens her eyes. She doesn't see him at all unless it's the weekends. Even so, he stays in his room the whole day, only going to the washroom and the kitchen when he needs to. They don't speak, nor look at each other at all. As much as she appreciates Jaebum's distance, for the first time, she feels uncomfortable with it.

So she knocks on his room's door one weekend evening, just to invite him for dinner. "Jaebum?" she calls out as she knocks again. There is no answer, and she wonders if she should open the door. She stays in front of the door, hand still raised and the other wrapped around the door knob. She knocks once again, yet there is no answer. So she decides to turn the door knob slowly, and very slowly, she pushes the door open. It creaks a little as it swings open. Jaebum is on his bed, lying flat on his back, limbs splayed out. She tiptoes into the room, standing by his bed, looking down onto the male. He's donned in a plain black tee with a pair of gray sweatpants. She leans over and tugs on the blanket that was bunched up at one end of the bed. She pulls it over the body of the male, tucking him into bed. The close proximity with his face makes her heart thump hard. She knew Jaebum has been chased after by many girls for his looks, but she has never expected him to be this handsome. His skin is nearly flawless, his jawline is sharp and his whole body is masculine in shape. She wonders if she's worthy enough of such perfectly sculptured being. Or perhaps Jaebum's just cursed to get her as a wife - she, who is imperfect and just can't get over the past.

She adjusts the blanket once again, before exiting the room just as quietly as she entered, unaware of the pair of sleepy eyes fluttering open to see her leave.

It's a little after midnight when Jaebum wakes up, his hair a mess as he drags his feet to the kitchen, yawning loudly. He didn't say anything when he sees her at the dining table, eyes fixed on the computer screen. She looks up a second later, and their eyes meet. Jaebum gives a small smile, and she returns the same, though she believes it looks forced. Jaebum proceeds into the kitchen, grabbing a mug and pouring it with water.

"Do you want to eat?" she asks. "I cooked for us, but you were asleep and I didn't want to wake you up."

Jaebum gulps down the glass of water. He threads his messy hair back and nods.

"Okay." She gets to work immediately, heating up the dish she cooked earlier. Within minutes, the food is all ready.

"I'll eat in my room, thanks," Jaebum says as he reaches his hands out to take the plate from her hands.

"You can sit here though," she nods at the dining table. "I can clear my stuff."

"It's fine. I'd like to eat in my room." She doesn't say anything more and lets him have his way. She pulls a metal tray out from a cabinet and places the plate of food onto it. Jaebum murmurs another thanks and sets his mug on the tray, before picking it up and heading back to his room. She watches the back of the male until he disappears into his room. His door clicks shut and there's silence again. She slumps back into her seat, staring blankly at the computer screen. She sighs. She's trying her best to be his wife, but why does it feel like he's shutting her out? Her past still haunts her. She's still afraid of being close to people. She's afraid of being betrayed once again. She fears being left all alone again. Nevertheless, she feels the need to open up to Jaebum, and she has no idea why. She vowed not to open up to anyone after what happened, but Jaebum made her change her mind. Jaebum made her forget the vow she carved so deeply into her heart. But why is Jaebum coldly treating her? She sighs again.

Is she making the same mistake?

4 months.

She still tries to have dinner with Jaebum over the months. At least, Jaebum has been eating the food that she has cooked. That's a start. Jaebum still refuses to stay in the same room as her, but she's pleased that they are progressing somewhere, though little. They talk more frequently now, despite asking the same questions all the time - have you eaten?, i'll be home late so don't keep any food for me, do you want anything? I'm going to the convenience store. They still don't see each other often, until it's after work hours. But that's a good progress. Jaebum hasn't been leaving the house way earlier as he used to, and he stopped coming home very late too.

Jaebum's at the living room when she reached home, surprised at the figure of the male at such an hour. Usually, she reaches the house first, for her workplace is just two train stops away. "You're home early," she says.

"I had half the day off," is the reply. Jaebum doesn't look at her as he answers, his eyes remain fixed on the television screen that's playing an action movie that is of heavy computer graphics. She just nods despite knowing he won't see it. She pads over to the kitchen, checking for any ingredients that could be used for cooking. Her back is facing the male, who is glancing at her unnoticed. His eyes fall onto her left hand when she uses it to open a cabinet door above.

"You're not wearing your ring," Jaebum states as he stares at her left hand. She twirls around so fast, that she accidentally hits the opened door. Her left hand goes to where she was hit, but upon remembering Jaebum's statement, she retracts her hand.  She watches the shift in Jaebum's gaze: from her left hand to her face. His eyes search for answers in her expression. She looks away out of guilt, biting her lower lip as she tries to think of an answer. She can feel the intensity of Jaebum's gaze. It's as if he's burning a hole onto her face. It feels like her skin is being lit up with a hot flame. It burns.

"Sorry. It's just that-" she starts.

"It's fine," Jaebum says, tone as cold as ice. "Perhaps it's better that we have no attachment to each other, right? It's better that a couple shouldn't let others know that they are taken." The television is turned off, the dramatic music of the movie cut off, and the silence fills the living room. Jaebum slams the remote control onto the glass table before him, standing up as he does. He walks off and heads to his own room. The sound of the door being slammed shut rings in the house, and echoes in her ears.

Later that night, she wakes to the sound of things being chucked around. She hears thuds in the other room, and she fears for the worst. She sits up almost immediately, eyes blown in fear. She gets out of her room and strides over to Jaebum's door. She presses her ear against the door and listens. The chucking sound doesn't stop and she swallows her spit. She knocks on the door, and it silences, and when nothing else happens, she turns the door knob. Jaebum's wardrobe doors are opened, and a luggage bag is lying flat on the floor. She stares at the luggage bag, horrified. Jaebum seems indifferent when he sees her standing at the door way, for he doesn't even bother explaining on his own initiative.

"Are you... l-leaving me?" her voice trembles as she asks. Is her past repeating itself?

Jaebum doesn't answer, his back turned on the female. He continues dumping his clothes into the luggage, grabbing more as he does so. His coldness makes her afraid. If he is leaving her forever... No. He can't. He shouldn't. She's trying her best. He can't leave her just like that. He won't hurt her. He promised!

Without a second thought, she strides over to where the male is and wraps her arms around his waist. Jaebum's arms stilled midair as he makes a grab for his clothes, and she feels his whole body stiffen. Nevertheless, she doesn't care. She can't let him go. Not yet. She's still trying her best to open herself up to him. He can't leave yet. Not now. And hopefully, not ever.

"I'm sorry! I know it's been a long time and I'm still-" she sobs into his shirt, her words muffled. "Please... Don't leave me... I know I'm taking a long time to open up... but... I'm trying..." her words become slurred as her sadness welds into her words.

"Let me go," Jaebum says, his voice gentle, but her mind starts wheeling into the negative meaning of his words instead. She shakes her head, clawing at the bottom of the back of his shirt, holding him tighter. Jaebum wraps his fingers around her upper arms, trying to push her away.

"I'm sorry for not wearing the ring! I just-"

"Let me go."

Her nails are slowly digging into his back. "I know you're mad because of that so please... I'm so sorry! Just... give me more time... please!" she pleads into his shirt. 

With much effort, Jaebum finally breaks her grip. Feeling defeated, she drops her hands to her sides, head hung low, eyes spilling with tears. Jaebum's hands slide down to her forearms, his eyes can only look at the crown of the crying female. Jaebum pulls her chin up with his index finger and thumb, forcing her to look into his eyes.

"Hey, I'm not leaving you," Jaebum calmly says. His thumb caresses her chin softly, eyes gazing into hers lovingly. "But-" She takes a look at the luggage on the floor.

"I'm being outstationed at Jeju Island for a month," he answers her unspoken question. He gazes at her face, and it's the first time she's looking up at him upclose, and he's obviously looking back. The close proximity has her heart beat rapidly that she thinks it could just pop out of her heart and run a marathon on its own.

"So you're not leaving me?" she asks timidly, looking up at the male expectantly. Jaebum shakes his head with a small smile carved across his lips. "I'm really sorry for not wearing the ring," she starts again, her voice muffled into his shirt. "I just..."

"Hey, it's fine," Jaebum says calmly. "I'm sorry too. I was angry that you went out without your ring. And I was just afraid that you're trying to meet someone else instead and-" Jaebum stops himself with a sigh. "But I know it's been hard for you. Yes, I am tired of waiting. But I can't force you into anything before you're ready. I can only wait. That's the only thing I can do. It is frustrating to wait for so long, but... that's the only thing I can do."

She looks up, her chin resting against his chest. Her eyes blink at him, "Please wait for me, Jaebum. I know it's going to be hard on both of us but... please wait for me. Please don't leave me." Her eyes are teary once again.

"I'm not going anywhere. Even if I do, I'll come back home," Jaebum says as he wipes the tears in her eyes. He brushes away stray hair on her face, then proceeding to card her hair back, smiling warmly afterwards. She just gazes up at him as if in awe of his existence. She doesn't say anything but just buries her face into the soft cotton material of his shirt. Jaebum wraps his arms around her, cheek pressed against her crown, his hand lightly tapping her back.

She did not see him off for his flight, for the airport was too far from her workplace. She had offered to send him off and also fetch him when he returns, but Jaebum shook his head at the suggestion. Neither was she to fetch him from the airport when he landed back in Seoul. "It's fine, the company allocated a driver for me back and forth anyway," he said as he dragged his luggage bag to the door of their apartment. He bid goodbye and she watched him until he got into the elevator, disappearing from her sight. She sighed. She thought they were fine ever since that night, but perhaps it was a spur of the moment. Perhaps what Jaebum said isn't even true. If truly he isn't coming back, then... what will she do?

She comes back home to a familiar pair of shoes being dumped at the door step. She pads over to the living room, but Jaebum isn't there. She cranes her neck at the corridor of the apartment, trying to take a peek if Jaebum is in his room. She's proven to be wrong, for the bathroom door was pulled open and Jaebum steps out, wearing a tank top that seems to stick to his body like glue. His sweatpants hung nicely on his hips, and a towel draped over his neck. He uses one end to dry his hair, his head tilted to the side a little. As if time slowed down, she manage to capture all that happens subsequently. The way his eyes slowly flick from the floor, up to her face, and the way his hands froze and his eyes dilate at the sight of her.

It's as if time has stopped, and the air has turned heavy. She stood rooted to the floor, motionless, just staring back at the man. Jaebum's the same: he stares at her as if in awe. They stay like that for what seemed like eternity. She has the urge to run up to him and hug him tight, for she has missed him so dearly even though they barely spoke to each other. She misses how she could hear him sing from the other room, with the thin walls separating them. She misses his soothing voice as he sings R&B songs she's never heard on radio before. She misses the sound of his clicking keyboard as he works late into the night. She misses sleeping to such sounds, the ones that make her feel less lonely in the house.

"You're back," she says, breaking the silence. Just like that, the time unfroze itself and begins ticking again.

Jaebum's hands rest at his chest, both tugging at the towel around his neck. He smiles softly. "Yeah."

"You're back," she repeats, as if in disbelief that the male is right in front of her.

"Yeah," Jaebum says again. "I'm back home." He smiles again, crescents forming at his eyes, white teeth exposed. Just like that, she drops all of her belongings in the middle of the living room as she dashes towards him, crushing him into a hug. Instinctively, he raises her above the ground, his body bent backwards a little. She nuzzles her nose into the crook of his neck, inhaling the aloe vera body wash that he uses.

Jaebum puts her back on the ground, his towel dropping in the midst of it, which none of them cares at the moment. They gaze at each other for awhile, a little awkward, for they don't have any words to say. She breaks the eye contact first, her cheeks heating up over the intimacy they just shared. Her eyes goes to their feet, and finally notices the towel on the floor. She picks it up, spreads it and drapes it over his head. She doesn't pull her hands away, instead, she helps to dry Jaebum's slight damp hair. Jaebum stays still, letting the female do as she pleases.

In a swoop, Jaebum leans forward, and all she remembers is a soft press on her skin.

5 years.

She knocks on the door. But there was no answer. She calls out his name as she pushes the door open but there was no reply either. When the door is fully opened, she sees Jaebum at his desk, back turned on her. He has his headset on, and the clicking sound of the keyboard fills the whole room. She sighs as she heads over to the engrossed male. She gently places her hand onto his shoulder, but he jumped up in surprise. His headset slips off and crashes to the floor, and his eyes dilate so wide. She freezes at her spot, blinking up at the surprised male. His hand was over his chest. Upon digesting the whole situation, he lets out a sigh of relief.

"You shocked me," Jaebum says as he heaves out a deep breath.

"I called you many times, and knocked on your door, but you didn't answer."

"Sorry, I guess the music was turned on loud," Jaebum says as he picks up his headset.

"Shall we have dinner? I've cooked your favorite," she offers. Jaebum nods and she proceeds to leave, but Jaebum pulls her back.

"W-what?" she blurts, flustered.

"Please wait for me," he pouts.

In a flash, the memories of the past floods into her mind. Times have changed, and change has happened: Jaebum. Jaebum, who has waited for her for so long. Jaebum, who stood by her while waiting for her to recover from her past. Jaebum, the one she relied on the most. Jaebum, the one she fell for. Jaebum, who stayed.

"Hey, why are you tearing up?" Jaebum's voice breaks her from her reverie. His face is now colored with worry, his eyes flicking around her face for answers. She breaks into a smile and pinches his cheek, "Faster, will you? I'm hungry!" She giggles when Jaebum lets out a groan of pain, his hand resting at the pinched area. She sticks her tongue out, and it instantly turns into a cat-and-dog chase around the house.

2 people.

They're cuddled up on the picnic mat, limbs tangled with one another, staring up at the starry sky. She holds out her left hand to the sky, her palm faced towards the sky. Her silver ring gives off a little gleam, as if it belongs with the stars above. Another larger hand superimpose hers, their fingers interlocking, the pair of rings clinking a little. She shifts herself closer to the male, such that a part of her back is resting on his chest. Jaebum has his right arm out for her head to use as a pillow.

"Do you know why I chose this ring?" Jaebum breaks the silence, his voice soft and gentle, yet it brings a shiver down her spine due to the closeness of his lips to her ear. Her eyes flick at their rings that bear a pattern of twists. She shakes her head.

"It's because I want our love to be meaningful. Only the two of us, just as how these twists are made of two. Everlasting, just as how these twists are woven endlessly."

She has no words to say. She stares at their rings. Despite its simplicity, there's a deep meaning behind it. It never crossed her mind that Jaebum would carefully pick out their rings, considering how the situation was back then. She was distant and didn't want to do anything with him, but he had given a deep thought for their wedding bands. 

"You have always been the one that struck out the most to me, I don't even know why," Jaebum adds. She can feel vibrations on her back as he speaks, and it brings a comforting feeling inside her chest. "It's like you're the moon and I'm the ocean. You pulled me in, without me knowing. You had some effect on me, and I just slowly, get drawn in."

"Then why did you refuse to do anything with me? Even eating dinner?"

"I distanced myself from you because I was afraid that I would cross the line. I was afraid I would make a mistake and you'd regret it all. I didn't want you to hate me," Jaebum answers truthfully. "I refused to be in the same room as you because I knew I would yearn for more afterwards. I didn't want you to send me off at the airport because I knew I wouldn't want to leave you. Seeing your face would make me want to stay. I'd drop everything and just run to you. It's childish, I know, but... even though I know my feelings well, I'm afraid of not being able to control it." Jaebum spills his heart out.

She turns her head over her shoulder to look at the male. Under the moonlight, his emotions are split open, raw and fresh for her to feel. He's looking at their intertwined fingers, his index finger and thumb fondling with her ring. He seems to be absorbed in his thoughts and emotions, for his eyebrows are furrowed together. Under the moonlight, Jaebum's shield is laid down and his entire soul is vulnerable to her.

She sits up, turning herself to face the male completely. Jaebum blinks up at her, clueless. She smiles as she caresses his cheek. "Thank you for being patient with me." Jaebum's hand goes to her wrist, his thumb rubbing circles on the skin. She leans down, their foreheads touching, nose colliding. "For waiting for me, for understanding me, for loving me all the while, thank you," she whispers. She pulls back a little, before pressing her lips to his forehead. When her lips part from his skin, Jaebum's eyes flutter open, and he's gazing at her with full of love. His eyes gleam a little with the moonlight and then he smiles in the most beautiful smile she ever saw. It's the same eye smile he always gives, but under the moonlight, it makes it dazzling. The stars in the night sky cannot even compare to how mesmerizing his smile is. She smiles back, and Jaebum pulls her back down, snuggling her tight.

And under the moonlight, she makes an unspoken promise.

Infinitum.

I love you to the moon and back, and every fiber of my body and till the end of time.

[nightmaretyrantvantas]

Ok guys so I've worked out and updated some stuff about Ada's character so I'm posting it!!

So first I, apparently, have to make something very clear about future posts about ada. Because someone(I'm not going to name who did it, just look at the reblog of Ada's head canons and facts post to see who I'm talking about and what they said) decided to take said outdated head canon and fact post about ada completely serious instead of for fun like I originally posted it for, and decided to take three fucking hours to do nothing but bash and hate on Ada's character then saying it was "advice", I'm going to say this very important fact: THIS IS MY AU THAT I CAME UP WITH THREE YEARS AGO. AND ON TOP OF THAT THIS IS MY GODDAMN FANFICTION THAT I AM WRITING MYSELF AND PUTTING A LOT OF HARD WORK AND EFFORT INTO. SO I CAN HAVE WHATEVER SHIPS IN THIS FANFICTION I WANT EVEN IF THEY ARENT CANON AND I CAN HAVE 2PS IN IT IF I WANT BECAUSE IT IS MY AU. SO DO NOT REBLOG AND RANT AND HATE ON ME OR MY OCS AND CALL THEM SHIT JUST BECAUSE I HAVE MY SHIPS AND 2PS IN IT. THANK YOU. ok....now that THAT mini rant is out of the way! I'm going to explain this little bit now so things make more sense in the future about this au! In this au fanfiction. I started 2ps and 1ps exist in the same universe, just on opposite sides of their countries. This is because in this au the 2ps represent all the dark, twisted, bad, etc. Of the country they represent. They exist in the same universe to balance out their 1ps,especially with their bosses. Ok! So. Here's the updates to Ada's character which are actually pretty important to her story(but I'm not finished so this isn't a complete list or bio or anything like that but I thought you guys might want to SSE the updates and changes) So her name is Ada Bondevik( I really don't care if people don't like that as her last name, I like it and I'm using it as Norway's last name as well.) She is the daughter of 2p! Norway and a human( being his daughter she's born with the capacity to use magic) She was born as the representation of Osla, the capital of Norway. Her mother died when she was three after a magic accident from her father. Her father asked 2p Denmark to help him raise her and reluctantly he agreed as long as she doesn't become too big of a bother to his work. When she was five she was kidnapped by some childnappers who, after traveling all the way to Denmark realize she wasn't the kid they were suppose to take, and dumped her in a danish city( I'm thinking maybe the capital) This happens during the winter just so you all know While being kidnapped one of the men hit her upside the head to keep her quiet, and this results in her memory loss There's something clearly....different and off about her that no human can bluntly place. Maybe its her pale blonde hair that curls at the bottom and seems to spike out across her forehead in bangs. Maybe its her bright violet blue eyes, maybe its the fact she always seems so cheerful she's hiding something. No human can place it but just looking at her they can tell she's different somehow. She lived in that city for a month, having been taken to an orphanage. Immediately the other kids notice that oddness about ada and outcast her, bullying her and beating on her because she can't defend herself. She runs away from the orphanage only to be brought to another, and the cycles repeats Eventually after a month she's learned to stay away from orphanages. She's dirty and bruised and wearing all ripped up clothes and shoes that would fall apart if she ran in them again. She looks so homeless and dirty that most humans ignore her and pass by her, leaving her to steal to survive On the day Denmark finds ada snowfall has started. Ada had successfully stolen some bread when a group of kids from the first orphanage find her. She runs, losing her shoes on the way, and in her panic to escape she ends up running into a alley, where they corner and attack her. Denmark hears the commotion and, old country or not, is not going to walk past like the humans around him when he sees a bunch of older children beating up a much smaller and younger girl. He scares them off before kneeling down to her. He asks her if she wants him to take her to the nearest orphanage and she breaks down crying and blubbering out really hoarse pained Norwegian before crying in broken danish that she doesn't want to go back to the bad place with all the bad words and pain, begging denmark not to take her, that she'll do anything to not go back At this point when she looks up at the Dane he can immediately tell she's too different to be human, and her resemblance to norway is too close, too similar to be chance. He's been around a long enough time to realize a possible new nation, or someone who clearly represents something in norway. So he gives her a smile and asks if she would like to join his family for dinner instead At the dinner all the other Nordics can tell she's not a normal human, and when she says she can't remember who her parents are, and how she wishes she had a nice family like the Nordics denmark blurts out that he and norway will be her parents Norway goes to protest but he looks at her and then make eye contact for the first time And it hits norway like a ton of bricks all at once, and immediately he realises that she represents his capital. And so he can't refuses, it would be like rejecting a part of himself, so he smiles a little at her and tells her that of course they'll be her parents It takes weeks of arguments between her and denmark when she asks--no demands to be trained how to fight, to be given viking training. After weeks norway finally cuts in " she deserves to know how to defend herself den, we won't always be here to protect her" and denmark gives in They both teach her how to speak danish and Norwegian Iceland decides to teach her Icelandic so that they can talk between themselves without den and nor understanding She calls iceland big brother instead of uncle ( like she would've since as Norway's little brother iceland is technically her uncle) because he played role of her big brother figure throughout her childhood When she's around ten norway notices her potential for magic, and happily agrees to teach her magic She can see magical creatures but she's terrified of nor rejecting her so she only tells iceland Norway gives her one of his hairpins as a way to reassure her he cares for her and won't cast her out like the humans had The cross necklace around her neck was a present from her birth father that he told her meant he was always with her, and told her to never take it off. So by habit she always wears it under her shirt. Even with memory lose the linger scent on the cross always comforts and relaxes her and she never takes it off. And that's all I've updated so far! Sorry its so long! I don't mind hearing what you guys think as long as it isn't just oc bashing. Also!! Before I forget I still need angst head canons for ada and the anko family But I'm tagging @askthenordickfamily and @2pswedens-googlehistory in this to ask if they can help me with the angst head canons because they're much better writers than me! And thanks for reading all this and I hope you like it!