#being. well. white w/ a light green plaid case

[dinerfries]

guy who has three object sonas but only one has cannon color (not displayed)

[baddestbitchcas]

Falling For You

Word count: 3.7k

Summary: Fluffy as hell and Dean and Cas go ice skating. It’s a beautiful afternoon. Enjoy :))

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Around 10:00 am, Dean finally stirred awake. Keeping his eyes closed, trying to hang onto the remnants of sleep, he rolled over and searched the sheets beside him. Instead of finding the warmth he was looking for, the bed next to him was cool and empty. He grumbled to himself; Cas must have gotten up already. Damn, he loved waking up next to the angel and spending his first few moments of the day cuddled up to him. Well, just because Cas wasn’t here didn’t mean he wasn’t close by. With a light-hearted sigh, Dean finally opened his eyes and swung his feet to the floor. He pulled on a pair of sweats and padded out of his room to find Cas. Instantly, he was hit with the smell of fresh coffee. Ah, Cas. He grinned as he turned the corner into the kitchen. Cas was leaning against the counter, sipping from a mug of steaming hot coffee. He smiled lovingly at Dean, and for a moment the hunter just stood there, drinking in the sight before him. Cas was so beautiful in the mornings. His hair was messy and sticking up in the back, and his eyes were soft and peaceful. He wore a soft, threadbare shirt that had belonged to Dean, and a pair of his pyjama pants hung loosely off his hips. Dean’s eyes fell to the bit of tan skin that jutted out at his hip, and his breath hitched slightly in his throat.

“Morning, sunshine,” he smiled at the angel and he crossed the room to kiss him. “You look beautiful. Mornings suit you,” he mused before pressing their lips together. Cas blushed and ran his free hand along Dean’s bare chest.

“They suit you as well, Dean,” the angel said, moving his hand up to tug on Dean’s bedhead.

“Mmph,” Dean mumbled. He was still half asleep. As if reading his mind, Cas pulled a second mug of coffee seemingly out of nowhere and handed it to Dean. He took it appreciatively, and brought it to his lips. The coffee was perfect- Cas always knew how to make it just right. He grabbed Cas’ hand and led him into the next room and onto the couch. They sat next to each other, silently sipping their drinks, fingers still laced between them. It was a few minutes before either of them spoke- they were content to just enjoy each other’s company, and Cas was giving Dean the chance to fully wake up. When Dean finished his drink he sat the mug on the table beside him and pulled Cas into his arms. Cas, still slowly sipping his coffee, savouring it’s warmth, pulled his legs up and leaned into the hunter’s chest.

“Okay,” Dean chuckled, ‘I’m awake for real now,” he planted a kiss in Cas’ hair. “How was your night?”

“Pleasant. I spent it laying next to you,” Cas said, smiling up at Dean. “You were very peaceful in your sleep last night. Were you dreaming?”

“Nah. If I was, I don’t remember it,” Dean replied, “I don’t usually remember my dreams. Only the important ones.” He felt his cheeks redden, and he was glad the angel was momentarily distracted taking another sip.

“What are the ‘important ones’ about?” Cas asked, and Dean could feel his head tilt against his chest. He grinned. He wasn’t really embarrassed- it was Cas afterall.

“You,” he punctuated his statement with another kiss on the top of Cas’ head.

“You dream of me?” Cas’ voice was quiet.

“Of course, Angel,” Dean chuckled. “What else would I dream about?” Cas hummed, but left it at that. “What do you do all night anyway? Just watch me sleep?”

“I think, mostly. It’s comforting, being in your presence. Peaceful,” Cas said, nuzzling deeper into Dean’s chest.

“What do you think about?”

“You,” Cas answered just as simply as Dean had, causing the hunter to chuckle.

“Glad we’re on the same page then,” he grinned. “Hey, let’s do something today!” Cas shuffled so he was sitting up and looking at Dean. He smiled back.

“Okay! Like what?” his eyes were lit up at the prospect of spending the day with Dean. They weren’t working on any cases right now, and Sam and Eileen were spending the weekend visiting friends. They had the place to themselves with no obligations standing in the way- a chance they hardly ever got.

“Well, I had one idea…” Dean bit his bottom lip, he had no idea if Cas was going to go for this. “But if you breathe a word of this to Sammy, I’ll be pissed.”

“What is it?” Cas asked curiously, tilting his head again.

“Okay, well you know the pond behind the bunker?” he started, as Cas nodded. “I noticed the other day it looked frozen over.” Cas grinned as he realized where Dean was going with this.

“Dean, would you like to go ice skating?”

“I just think you would enjoy it, that’s all,” Dean mumbled, but he couldn’t fight off his own grin.

“I would enjoy that very much. Is this a date?” Cas wondered.

“Sure, I guess it kind of is,” Dean laughed.

“Do we need to get dressed up?”

“No, babe. It’s not a fancy date. Just ice skating, being outdoors together. We can hold hands and fall together,” Dean leaned over and kissed the angel’s cheek, “We should probably wear something warmer, though. Don’t want to freeze,” he said, pulling on Cas’ thin shirt.

“I told you, angels don’t feel cold, Dean,” Cas stated.

“Still, if I’m gonna be all bundled up, you are too.”

“That seems fair,” Cas agreed, getting up off the couch. Dean stood too, and they walked hand in hand back to their room.

Dean crossed the room and pulled open his dresser, rooting through the piles of clothes. When he looked up, Cas was pulling on his normal white dress shirt.

“Hey hey hey,” Dean straightened up quickly, “Not that one.”

“Not what one?”

“Not that shirt, I said I was gonna bundle you up,” Dean grinned.

“Is bundling me up code for playing dress-up, Dean?” Cas asked teasingly.

“W-what? I don’t play- I don’t play dress up,” Dean sputtered, face turning pink, “That’s not what this is at all,” he cleared his throat.

“Dean,” Cas smiled warmly, “I like it when you dress me up.”

“Really?” Dean asked, his eyes narrowing.

“Yes. I think it’s sweet,” Cas stated. Something about his matter-of-fact tone settled Dean.

“Okay fine, yes. Sometimes I like to see you in not your usual get up. What can I say? You’re hot.” It was Cas’ turn to blush, and Dean’s lips stretched into a grin. He walked over to the angel, and tugged his dress shirt back off, pausing to press his lips to the other’s collarbone. Cas sucked his breath in and a hum bubbled in the back of his throat. Dean grinned again and thrust something soft into Cas’ arms.

“Put these on,” he said as he took a step back, giving the angel space to change. He walked back to the dresser to pick out his own clothes. He grabbed a plain t shirt and pulled it over his head, followed by his warmest flannel made up of red plaid. He tugged on a pair of thick blue jeans, and when he finished buttoning them up, he glanced at Cas. He was wearing a similar flannel shirt to Dean’s, but his was made up of blues and greens. All the buttons were done up except the top two, so Dean could see the slight dip in his chest where his collarbones met. He also wore another pair of Dean’s jeans, the denim snug against his hips. He looked good. Dean let out a soft growl of appreciation as he took in Cas.

“Fuck,” he murmured, “You look so great wearing my clothes.” He stepped closer to the angel, hooking his fingers into the other’s belt loops. He tugged and Cas staggered forward until Dean caught him in his arms. He smashed their lips together, and for a moment just savoured Cas. He would never get tired of this. After a while, they separated, both panting slightly. As much as they both wanted to stay like this forever, they had a date to get to.

“Come on, Angel,” Dean said, grabbing Cas’ hand and pulling him from the room. “We need a couple more things.” They wandered down the hall, finally reaching a storage closet. Dean opened the door and pulled down the box he was looking for. He opened it and sifted through its contents. “Perfect!” he exclaimed, pulling out two wool hats, two scarves, and two sets of thick mittens.

“Dean, is this really necessary?” Cas questioned as he took his half of things.

“It’s all about the experience, babe,” he replied, kissing Cas swiftly on the cheek. They grabbed a couple jackets to finish bundling up and Dean pulled two sets of skates out of the same closet. He grinned at the angel, “C’mon, you’re gonna love this.”

They made their way outside and down the familiar path, through the trees to the pond. As the pond came into view, Dean’s heart sunk. Cas noticed the frown on his face and stopped suddenly.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” he asked frantically.

“I don’t think the ice is thick enough… I don’t think we’ll be able to skate,” Dean said, trying not to sound too upset.

“Oh,” Cas replied shortly. He paused, then let go of Dean’s hand to walk towards the pond. He crouched at the shore and rested his palm against the melting ice. Instantly the ice visibly hardened. Dean was confused until he saw the small glimmer radiating from Cas, almost invisible in the sunlight. He was using his grace to freeze the ice- and smooth it out from the looks of things. The pond was now glistening in the sun, smooth and polished like a mirror. The scene was breathtaking. Cas stood up slowly and turned to face Dean, a smile spreading wide across his face.

“Is this acceptable?” He asked cheekily.

“Cas, man. You’re amazing,” Dean grinned back. How lucky was he? They found a rock to sit on as they did up their skates, Dean helping Cas into his. As he stood to balance on his, he looked down and realized Cas had never done this before. Cas looked up at him nervously. “Okay, stand up, and make sure you balance on the center of your feet. You’ll be okay, I’ve got you.” He pulled the angel to his feet, and they both wobbled for a second. “If it makes you feel better, I haven’t done this in a million years. Bobby used to have a pond that froze in the winters, so sometimes when Dad would leave me and Sammy there we’d do this. But I was, like, 8. I don’t really know how,” he chuckled, and they wobbled again. Maybe this wasn’t a great idea. Cas sensed his wavering courage.

“It’s okay, Dean. I’ve got you,” he parroted Dean.

“At least if we fall, we’ll fall together,” Dean laughed. Even if this was a terrible idea, it was sure to be fun. They each drew in a breath and took a step out onto the ice, mittened hands holding tightly onto each other. So far so good. “Okay,” Dean let out a cautious breath, “Now you just sort of...glide your feet…”

“Like this?” asked Cas, as he imitated Dean perfectly.

“That’s it! You got it!” Dean praised. Of course Cas was good at this, he was an angel. But as soon as that thought had come into his head, he felt himself being yanked downwards. Cas had fallen and taken him with. They both exclaimed as they hit the cold surface. Cas grumbled and Dean laughed.

“Dean, I’m sorry,” Cas said hurriedly, “Did I hurt you?”

“Nah, I’m alright, don’t worry about me,” Dean placed a quick kiss on Cas’ pink cheeks to show he was fine, “Let’s try again,” he said, pulling the angel back to his feet.

“Dean, I don’t want to hurt you. Maybe we should not hold hands-”

“No!” Dean exclaimed, “this is a date, we’re holding hands.”

“But if I fall again, you’ll fall too,” Cas pointed out.

“Well, that’s a risk I’m willing to take, come on,” he pulled on the angel’s hand and they started again. Surely enough, a few moments later they were back on the frozen ground. This time Dean winced, and even as he tried to hide it Cas noticed. He grumbled, and Dean could tell he was upset. “Hey, it’s okay,” he whispered, bringing his hand up to cup Cas’ face. The motion was awkward because of the giant mitten covering his hand, but it was sweet nonetheless.

“I don’t want you to get hurt,” Cas whispered back, defeated. He sat there for a minute, staring at the ice. All of a sudden, his eyes snapped up to meet Dean’s gaze and a smile spread across his face. Determination flooded his eyes and he leapt to his feet, bringing Dean with him. Now it was Dean’s turn to stumble, the sudden movement catching him off guard.

“Fuck!” he blurted out, losing his balance. Cas was quick though, and caught him before he landed back on the ground.

“I will not let you fall again today,” he soothed, still holding onto Dean inches above the ground.

“Oh yeah?” Dean asked breathlessly, lost in Cas’ gaze. “How’re you gonna do that?”

“I have an idea,” Cas mewed, but he didn’t explain. Instead he simply pulled Dean to his feet. “Okay, let’s go again. I’m ready this time.” Dean didn’t move. He could see how determined the angel was, and he didn’t want his spirit broken when they inevitably fell again.

“Cas, we’re both still very new at this. We’re probably gonna fall again-”

“We won’t fall,” Cas interrupted.

“Well I love your enthusiasm, but Cas-”

“Dean,” Cas seemed to look directly into his soul and Dean’s breath hitched. “Trust me.” And that was all it took. Of course Dean trusted Cas. And hey, if the angel said they weren’t going to fall, maybe they wouldn’t. Dean squeezed Cas’ hand and off they went, gliding over the smooth surface. At first, Dean didn’t notice anything different besides the lack of falling. Suddenly skating seemed a lot easier, and they were gliding along the ice at a steady pace. Now Cas was the one supporting Dean, holding him up and pulling him along. At the change in dynamic Dean allowed himself to not just look straight ahead, but take in his surroundings. The glint of the sun hitting the ice, the peace of the still forest at the edges of the pond. The way the light shone in Cas’ stunning blue eyes and painted streaks in his hair, and how it cascaded down his wings- Wait, WINGS?

“Cas-” Dean spluttered, stopping suddenly and almost falling again. Like he promised, Cas caught him- although this time not with his arms, but with a giant wing.

“Yes, Dean?” Cas asked innocently, a smirk dancing on his lips. Dean didn’t know what to say, so he simply stood back up. He placed a kiss on Cas’ mouth and looked back at the incredible sight behind him. Stretched out impossibly wide behind him were two beautiful, midnight coloured wings. They were dark but somehow rainbows bounced off of them in the sunlight. Glistening oil slick hues twisted down the feathers in an intricate fashion. They seemed to absorb and radiate light at the same time, a subtle glow bouncing off of them, scattering prisms all around them. They were the most stunning thing Dean had ever seen. He was awestruck, dumbfounded, and overwhelmingly in love with the gorgeous creature in front of him.

“Cas,” he muttered again, “you’re beautiful.” There was so much more he wanted to say, but he couldn’t find the words. The sight of Cas’ wings, part of his true form… This was more intimate than anything he could dream of. This proved the bond between them and solidified Dean’s already concrete feelings. If it was even possible for him to fall more in love, it was happening right now. He felt years of thoughts and feelings bubbling in his chest, and tears sprung to his eyes. Jesus. This was supposed to be a light hearted date, and here he was crying. He let out a slow breath, and hoped Cas could somehow understand all the emotions radiating from him right now.

“I love you,” he whispered, looking into the angel’s deep blue eyes.

“I love you too,” Cas whispered back, leaving it at that. As Dean had wished, he could feel the longing coming from the hunter. They didn’t need to say anything else, they both knew.

With that, they kept going, skating circles around the frozen pond. As it got later in the afternoon the sun began to set, throwing blazing light over everything. The glassy pond glowed golden beneath their feet, and what the sun was doing to Cas’ wings… Dean needed a moment to soak it all in. He told Cas his feet were getting sore, which was the truth, and went to sit on the rock from earlier. He insisted Cas continue without him- he was enjoying himself too much and Dean wanted to watch him.

Cas guided him to the edge of the pond and placed a soft kiss on Dean’s lips before allowing him to sit. Once he was sure Dean was situated he took off rapidly towards the center of the pond. Dean watched in awe, Cas was graceful. He flew around the ice, sometimes quickly but often taking his time, enjoying the moment, always with his wings fluttering out behind him. As he built up confidence he allowed his wings to move a little more. Aware of Dean’s eyes on him he showed off a little, feathers dancing smoothly in the wind. They maintained his balance while swirling around in the air, casting rainbows as they moved. Between the golden shine of the ice and the light bouncing endless colours off his feathers, the scene didn’t look real. To Dean, it looked like a dream, or maybe Heaven- angel and all. Cas was getting into the movements, adding spins and twists to his laps. Dean watched the love of his life enjoy himself and thought about how free he looked. The thought brought tears back to his eyes- if anyone deserved this it was Cas. Suddenly he couldn’t bear to be so far away. He stood up shakily and began skating towards his boyfriend, a lot less gracefully than Cas. The angel noticed him and met him in the middle, pulling him into his arms and wrapping his wings around both of them. They stared at each other for a moment, drinking in the beauty of one another in the glory of the sunset.

“You’re beautiful,” Dean murmured, resting their foreheads together.

“I’m nothing next to you. God’s perfect creation,” Cas whispered back.

“Says the angel,” Dean chuckles, uneasy from the compliment.

“I mean it, Dean. In this moment,” Cas gestured and looked all around them, “in this moment, there is nothing more perfect than you.” He lifted his hand, which Dean noticed no longer had a mitten on it, and used his fingers to delicately trace the freckles on Dean’s face. They stood there for another moment, drinking in each other, Cas continuing to go over ever detail on Dean’s face.

Dean didn’t know what to say, so he crashed his lips against the angel’s. He had passion searing through his body, lighting up every nerve. Being here, in the beauty of his angel, love of his life, surrounded by peace and perfection, with not a damn worry in his mind… Hearing Cas say those beautiful words to him… For the first time in his life, he was really and truly and contentedly happy. He was wrapped in the wings and arms of his lover, and he was safe. Nothing could touch them now.

“I love you, Cas.”

“I love you too, Dean.”

They remained there for a while, enjoying each other, sometimes kissing and sometimes just listening to each other breathe. Cas pulled Dean along and they skated a few more laps around the frozen pond. Dean let Cas lead, enjoying his angel taking control. Only when Dean began to shiver did they stop. The sun was now hidden behind the trees and it was darker; Cas’ wings were no longer throwing prisms but instead appeared to be a deep onyx colour- inky black in the dim light. And suddenly, Dean blinked and they were gone, just like that.

“You’re cold,” Cas stated, bringing his hand up to rest against Dean’s bright red cheek.

“Well yeah, we’ve been out here all day,” Dean chuckled, “I don’t know how long I can keep this up, I’m already gonna be sore tomorrow as is.”

“Come on, let’s get you inside,” Cas said, leaning in to brush a soft kiss against Dean’s frozen lips. He shivered- partially from the cold, but mostly from the feeling of Cas’ lips on his. They began gliding towards the edge of the pond and back towards the rock but as they reached their destination they both toppled backward and landed on the ice. Without the help of Cas’ wings they had fallen again, but this time they both laughed.

“I think we got over confident,” Dean smiled, “come on, we’re almost there.” They- cautiously this time- made their way the few more steps to the rock and planted themselves firmly, taking a few minutes to pull off their skates. Before Dean could get his boots back on Cas was holding his feet in his hands, rubbing soothing circles on the bottoms. Suddenly they didn’t hurt as bad.

“Let’s go inside and have a nice hot bath,” Cas murmured, looking up at Dean through his thick lashes. “It’ll help with the cold and the soreness.”

“Whatever you want, Cas,” Dean grinned. A steaming bubble bath with his angel sounded like the perfect ending to this day. “Let’s go,” he pressed their lips together, savouring the lingering cold before lacing their hands together and making their way back to the bunker, leaving the perfect afternoon behind.

[hollowgroverp]

“I’m Mayor Cresswell and I’d like to welcome you to the 31st annual Spring Fling! Today we have twenty-two very charitable suitors who have willingly offered up their day for a wonderful cause. The Displaced Children’s Fund, to support supernatural children displaced by the cruelties of our world is a cause close to so many of us. All proceeds from today’s event will go to the fund. Now settle in and will begin the bidding momentarily….”

Below the cut you will find the 22 baskets that were submitted for the event. Bidding will take place until WEDNESDAY, at which point the bidding will close and then I will pair up the bids with basket. We will do our best to ensure everyone gets matched up with someone. If you would like a certain pairing based on plot reasons let me know and we can make it happen. If you have multiple characters I will do my best to ensure at least one of your characters gets paired for a basket. 

How to bid: Comment on this post with your characters name and their three bids. If you bid you must place three bids to ensure we can make proper pairings. ex: Sophia Greyson bids on basket 1, 4, and 15. If you do not follow the bidding rules ie: you bid once or you send an ask, your bid will not be considered.

When will the picnics take place: Picnic dates, can take place any time after bidding concludes on Saturday, this includes during the event or poste event. These threads can carry on after the event ends but we encourage you to reach out to your pairing and plot.

                                    FINALLY, HAVE FUN WITH IT!

Basket 1 submits a grey ALL CAMP insulated cooler bag lined with a blue and white gingham picnic blanket. Inside, you’ll find: two motorcycle helmets, two pairs of mirrored aviator sunglasses, two cuban sandwiches, black bean soup with rice, a six pack of coronas (with lime wedges)

Basket 2  submits a woven edible bread basket stuffed to the brim with a parmesan pretzel base and a garlic braided handle. Inside you’ll find: Two different marinara sauces to eat the basket with, homemade classic spaghetti and meatballs, a greek salad, fried ice cream drizzled in chocolate sauce and topped with a cherry, two blown glass figurines of Lady and the Tramp, and a hand-painted map to where a picnic blanket and a telescope lay to watch the stars.

Basket 3  submits a white wicker basket lined with sky blue fabric. A single red rose lies on top. Inside: a variety of finger sandwiches, deviled eggs, chilled bottles of pink lemonade and water, sliced fruits, angel food cake, a small glass jar filled with melted milk chocolate, an array of cheeses, wheat crackers, sushi rolls, two slices of banana cream pie, utensils, and linen napkins. Also tucked into the bottom of the basket are two colorful golf balls.

Basket 4  submits a old brown wicker basket with broken handles and a squished in lid that oddly resembles being crushed by a truck driving over it. Inside you’ll find: A single can of half cooked SpaghettiOs, two snuggies a half-eaten sandwich, an unsolved rubik cube, an expired tamagotchi, a 'I owe you' for a free tattoo, and two deep fried twinkies for desert.

Basket 5  submits a black ash basket wrapped in a red satin bow. Inside you’ll find: spinach artichoke dip and oven-toasted baguette slices, deviled eggs, caprese salad, sautéed portabella mushrooms, two bread bowls filled with chicken fettucine alfredo, and a strawberry-blueberry shortcake. For the drinks, iced sweet tea and a bottle of red wine. At the bottom is a small, portable record player with a few classics, as well as a toy-sized oar and a neatly folded throw blanket.

Basket 6 submits a white wicker basket, complete with multicolored paint splatters and inside are two karaoke microphones, a Twister game box with a sticky note proclaiming Messy Twister, a bundle of water bottles filled with glow sticks and a small glow in the dark ball with a sticky note labeled glow in the dark bowling, and an IOU for burgers and fries.

Basket 7 submits a Country Picnic Basket with a single red rose sitting on top. Inside you’ll find: a small radio playing 90’s RomCom songs like “Kiss Me” by Six Pence None the Richer, two vanilla milkshakes, fries, caesar salad, two cheese burgers, two slices of homemade apple pie, and an envelope with a certificate to name two Stars orbiting around each other whatever you so chose and a IOU for an all expense paid weekend getaway to a place of your choice.

Basket 8 submits a wicker music box with an IOU for candlelit dinner for two, a flyer with the promise of dancing lessons for two, and a diamond bracelet inside.

Basket 9 submits basket that is a dark stained wicker with a gray checkered blanket hanging out of the top and on the inside it has a bottle of Chateau Lafite wine from 1787 and two tickets to a production of Macbeth at Hollow Grove University. There is also a handwritten note inviting whoever wins the basket to a candlelit dinner before Macbeth at L’Atelier de la Magie restaurant and wine bar for an evening of wine and fine dining.

Basket 10 submits a large black wicker basket lined with blue silk cloth embroidered with silver constellations, with a handmade movie ticket tied to the handle with silver ribbon. Inside you’ll find: popcorn, movie candy, sodas, champagne, whiskey, pork shoulder, brisket, grilled octopus, fries, salad, and New York cheesecake.

Basket 11 submits a large Oval Madras Chalkboard Basket.Inside you’ll find: A bottle of Strongbow Hard Gold Apple Cider, Porchetta Sandwiches with Marinated Onions and Salsa Verde, Black Pepper and Honey-Marinated Cantaloupe with Basil and Rocky Road Brownies. A pair of Ray-Ban Original Gold Aviator Sunglasses. And for later, a burgundy Mambe Extreme Weather 100% Waterproof outdoor blanket, a bouquet of Tropical white morning-glories and an 18-inch Leather Sheathed Brass Spyglass Telescope w/ Hardwood Case.

Basket 12  submits a wooden crate lined with nothing. Inside the sad excuse of a basket: a bottle of expensive champagne, two ornate champagne flutes, an assortment of exotic fruits, and a map of the town with a red ‘X’ over Leakey Falls.

Basket 13  submits a black picnic cooler with tacos, chips and dips. There’s also a jug filled with a mixed drink, two beer mugs, two slices of carrot cake, and a game of jacks. Resting on top of the cooler are two paper crowns and at the side of the cooler there’s a blue folded blanket. With the basket, there’s a small container included filled with paint balloons.

Basket 14 submits a black wicked basket lined in red velvet, with a bottle of Moet and two glasses, a bottle of whiskey. To snack on is a selection of imported breads, meat and cheeses, and a selection of grapes and strawberries. Under this are two Southwest Chicken and Swiss Paninis. Beneath is an envelope with a key to the roof area of Nina’s. 

Basket 15 submits a rectangular dark brown wicker basket lined with nautical stripes. Inside you’ll find: Two chicken salad sandwiches, four bags of sour cream & onion chips, a six-pack of Angry Orchard hard cider, two slices of chocolate cake, a box of Monopoly, and a deck of cards.

Basket 16 submits a light brown picnic basket with a red and white plaid blanket folded messily on top. Inside you’ll find: Disposable plates, a large pepperoni pizza with two bottles of coke. A plastic container with a mixture of berries, grapes and strawberries, a six pack of beer and a portable dvd player with the disc options of The Fast and Furious (boxset of all movies), Looper or Big Daddy.

Basket 17 submits a light brown wicker basket lined in white clothing. Inside you’ll find: two blt sandwiches, freshly baked cookies. There is also two bottles of Corono, a bottle of white wine for anyone else’s preference. There are also strswberries, and grapes, along with bags of Skittles, M&Ms and mini Twix bars.

Basket 18  submits a patten leather basket with tooled detailing. Inside you’ll find: a large marvel blanket with all the super heroes on it folded on the bottom, two polaroid cameras with six extra packages of film, a bottle of white wine, a pitcher of lemonade, two wine glasses, fruit salad, assorted cheeses, crackers, roast beef sandwich, a veggie sandwich, potato salad, chocolate dipped strawberries, a vanilla bean cake, two sets of silverware, and two plates.

Basket 19 submits a hand carved dark oak wood chest with a red lining. Inside you’ll find: a large dark blue quilt with the design of a waterfall at night under the stars on it placed on top, champagne, two crystal champagne glasses, a bouquet of red roses with sprigs of bath’s breath mixed in, fire crackers, sparklers, a fondue machine with the skewers, assorted cheeses, different types of fruits, bread, different types of chocolate, marshmallows, two prime ribs, a raspberry cheesecake, two pillows, another smaller dark green blanket, and a telescope with a note on it saying “Will you lie with me and just forget the world?”

Basket 20 submits a metal basket with barbeque cooking utensils, a black apron that says ‘Boss of the grill’, hamburger buns, condiments, and a note that says ‘food on the grill'. There’s also two bottles of ginger ale, half a dozen home-made cookies, and a teddy bear in a chef outfit in the basket.

Basket 21  submits a teal bucket, inside are many different ice cream toppings, along with two empty ice cream bowls. There is an inflatable pool in a box, and a note attached with the offer of all you can eat ice cream and a backyard movie of the bidder’s choice.

Basket 22 submits a traditional wicker basket with a blue and white checkered blanket rolled up on top of it next to a bundle of wildflowers.  Inside you will find a bottle of red wine, two glass wine glasses, chocolate dipped strawberries, two cheeseburgers, and two. You will also find all the necessities for smores inside. You will also find a tabloid loaded with cheesy romantic comedies, and 90′s love songs. 

[ooxiebooxie]

“ 'Twas a long time ago, longer now than it seems in a place perhaps you've seen in your dreams. For the story you're about to be told began with the holiday worlds of auld. Now you've probably wondered where [ nightmares ] come from. If you haven't I'd say it's time you begun. “

BASIC INFORMATION.

What is your character’s full name?

Tim Page

How is it pronounced?

TIM  PAYJ

Is there a meaning behind it?

Tim is derived from the Greek Τιμοθεος ( Timotheos ) which translates into “ honouring God “. His parents chose the name for their son, naming him after his great grandfather who was known for his compassion heart. Page is also derived from a Greek word παιδιον ( paidion ) with the meaning “ little boy “. The name is an occupational name meaning " servant / page " — and thus we do not need to ask question why Oogie chose to change his name.

Does your character have any nicknames?

Oogie Boogie. Oogie. Mr Oogie Boogie Man. Meanest Guy.

When and where were they born?

Tim Page was born on the nineteenth of april in nineteen-seventytwo in the town of Carthay.

What’s their zodiac sign and what traits do they most relate to?

Aries rules the head and leads with the head, often literally walking head first, leaning forwards for speed and focus. Its representatives are naturally brave and rarely afraid of trial and risk. They possess youthful strength and energy, regardless of their age and quickly perform any given tasks. Aries is one of the most active zodiac signs. It is in their nature to take action, sometimes before they think about it well. Their challenges show when they get impatient, aggressive and vent anger pointing it to other people.

What’s their nationality?

American – but that depends entirely on which paper he chooses to show authority to identify himself. He has several. Sometimes you just need to be a different person, when your name and the stories strung to it travel faster than you.

What’s their occupation?

Being a winning gambler. 

What gender do they identify themselves as?

Male.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

What’s their eye color?

Dark brown, appearing to be black.

Do they wear glasses or contacts?

Neither.

Hair color?

Black, although depending on the light it can appear to have a hint of dark brown in them.

Have they ever dyed their hair or wanted to?

In the young age of seven Tim has been obsessed with the colour green and wanted to dye his hair a bright neon colour ( maybe add some purple streaks for additional fun ) but fortunately, it was one of the things his parents did not allow their son to do. 

Height?

179cm ( back at it again, being European and this time lazy )

Body build?

Surprisingly slim considering his messed up lifestyle. 

Do they have any birthmarks?

No.

Do they have any piercings or tattoos?

It is no secret Oogie is as much a gambler at heart as a person could be, and thus it should not come as a surprise that his obsession has gone under his skin too. He has a tattoo ( that keeps getting added onto ) which proudly display his undying love for games, gambling and most importantly, winning. His tattoos tell a story and if you understand the language, you might just learn what ( or who? ) he has won too.

If not, do they want to get some?

Now let me tell you something about Oogie Boogie: He’ll never stop playing, and as long as there’s the chance to win he will take it, and thus more tattoos are to come.

Do they have a healthy life style?

No. His life is about as healthy as his shack is clean — his nights are too long, gambling always combined with alcohol and cigars, his days survived on coffee and cigarettes, his kitchen is used but only to stock the take-out containers in and literally lives among bugs — but honestly what do you expect? Oogie doesn’t have the time to have a healthy life. He is a busy man.

How easy do they get sick?

Let’s just say Oogie is lucky that he spends most of his time at the casino, because if he was to spend it in his shack between all the filth and his beloved bug collection he sure would get sick a lot more often.

Any marks on their body ( injuries, … )?

If you mess with the wrong people, you are bound to have some nasty scars. Oogie has several faint ones scattered across his knuckles though they are barely visible. The worst ones are those who needed stitches — if he takes off his jacket you can still see the messily stitched ( because there were times he just hadn’t been able to go to the hospital, knowing they would ask tooo man question ) scars on his arms especially, but his back and chest too.

What’s their personal style/how do they like to dress?

Comfortable but fitting clothing. His trusted black leather jacket is something he basically does not leave the house without, and the rest of his clothing is too rather dark in colour ( the only bit of colour he owns is in form of plaids ). Important to notice is that every piece of clothing is ridiculously expensive — that white t-shirt you see him wearing? Yeah, that was about 400 bucks. Now, you might wonder why Oogie of all people would waste so much money on ordinary looking clothing, but what can I say other than that he just really hates loose threads.

What is their favorite and least favorite feature about themselves?

His skills, and though this might not be a physical feature, it’s the one answer you will get from Oogie about his favourite thing about himself: He is proud to call himself a winner, one who does not need to rely on ‘ luck ‘ but can rely entirely on himself. His least favourite is a weakness and thus shall never be revealed — after all, a gambler never lets his pokerface slip.

PERSONALITY.

Positive traits?

Ambitious, Analytical, Attantive, Bold, Brilliant, Cautious, Confident, Determined, Devote, Efficient, Eloquent, Hard-Working, Intelligent, Inventive, Logical, Mature, Observant, Persistent, Proud, Punctual, Reliable, Strategic, Strong, Succesful, Tough

Negative traits?

Angr, Annoyed, Argumentative, Bad, Bossy, Cold-Hearted, Critical, Cruel, Cunning, Dangerous, Dark, Devious, Dishonest, Facetious, Greedy, Harssh, Hot-Tempered, Ignorant, Impatient, Lackadaisical, Lazy, Manipulative, Sadistic, Scheming, Self-Centered, Unforgiving, Violent

What do they consider to be the best and the worst part of their personality?

The best part is hands down his determination. For all the ‘ evil ‘ character traits Oogie’s determination is actually the most dangerous one, because the moment he sets his mind onto something, he doesn’t let go off it until it is his. He strongly believes there’s always a way — it has been proven to him nurmerous time by himself, and if that’s not trustworthy, what is? — to get what he want; you just have to set the stakes straight. His worst trait is the inconsideration, or rather, it has the worst impact on others ( which needless to say, makes Oogie fine with this trait too. Why would he care about others, right? ) but while he thinks everything through on a logical level, the lack of considering he does of the effect on others can get him into trouble. 

Are they more extroverted or introverted?

Extroverted.

Any talents?

Winning, and if you say that it is no talent, ( Oogie would first of all like you to know you are wrong, but fine ) it’s knowing how not to take chances when gambling. He can read other people’s face, can figure out if they are bluffing, can make the maths in his head to know what his, his opponent’s and the cards still remaining in the deck say — and if he can’t, he always knows how to turn the game so he’s the one to win with a little cheat or two. 

What are their fears?

Unravelling — not his clothes, of course, but the web of lies and cheats and crimes he’s built over the years of gambling with the worst of people. They are all secret, and though he is known to be a gambler across town and there are horror stories being shared at night in the darkest of alleys, they are all just that: stories. There’s no proof, his slate is still clean — unless, of course, the carefully crafted web starts to unravel and truth begins to spill.

Do they have any phobias?

No.

What is their soft spot?

Hidden behind a pokerface.

List 3 pet-peeves they can’t stand?

People believing in luck, talkativeness and optimism.

EDUCATION.

How far did they go in school? Are they still studying?

Tim successfully graduated from college with one hell of a good degree, always having given his best at any sort of school. He could’ve easily gone further and he’d already scored a solid and high-paying job, but unfortunately, he won a game in the casino then and everything changed.

Did they like school?

Tim was thrilled about school, glad to have the opportunity to learn new things ( admittedly, some of them were boring, but you have to do what you have to do, right? ) and even on the most annoying days, he had his group of long time friends to make any situation a billion times better.

What type of student are/were they?

In every school there are these type of students who somehow manage to get good grades no matter what, and Tim Page was one of them. One might call it luck ( even Tim did back then ), but the truth is that in his case anyway, Tim was just attentive. He listened in class, worked on the tasks which were given to him and though he did not sit down with a book and learn after school, he was focused enough inside of class to understand and remember what he’d been taught later during an exam. 

What was their favorite subject?

Math. It was the one class which made the most sense to Tim, which made sense everywhere around the world too. For that reason alone it came easy to him, and thank god that it did, because card counting is a lot easier if you know what the fuck you’re doing.

And their least favorite?

English, because he always found writing interpretation was stupid, because how would anyone ever know what the author of some long-outdated literature piece tried to say when they were long dead? It’s not like lying on paper is hard. The only way Tim survived the endless hours he wasted on writing essays was by making his interpretations as ridiculous as one could get. 

What were they/would they have been voted as “ most likely to… ” in the yearbook?

Most likely to suceed.

FAMILY.

Who are your character’s parents?

Belinda and Dunstan Page.

How would your character describe them?

Oogie Boogie would not waste a single breath on them, but they had always been kind and in the time Oogie was still their son, when he was still Tim Page they were the best parents he could’ve ever wished for, supportive and kind, loving him with all of their heart and without any conditions. 

Do they have any siblings?

No.

Are they close with their family?

Tim has always been close to his family, his heart staying close at home wherever he went and if he ever left them for long he made sure give them a call and check up on them. However, time changes everything and when Tim changed into Oogie Boogie so did his relationship with his parents. He didn’t give a shit about them anymore, too distracted by the constant need to win, and when they moved away he barely noticed and did not hear of them again until he found the invitation to their funeral in his letter boy. Needless to say, he did not go. 

ROMANCE & SEXUALITY.

What’s their romantic and sexual orientation?

Bisexual with a preference towards females, and he’s Oogie Boogie, he doesn’t have romantic emotions ( that we know of, anyway ).

Are they seeing anyone right now?

No.

Have they ever been in an relationship?

Yes, there have been several relationships in the course of his life, but none of them were particularly seriouss.

Have they ever been in love?

Yes. He was seventeen when he met her, and it took him not more than a few spoken words until he was head over heels in love with her. There just was something special about her, something that no one had ever had. After going on a couple of dates, their relationship began and their love has been growing ever since — until it ended, of course, like all of his connections did when Tim turned into Oogie.

How easy do they fall for someone?

It’s the toughest task in the world to get through to him and have him even notice you as a potential love interest, therefore not easy at all.

What do they look for in someone?

He doesn’t look for anyone. However, if he did he’d want someone who supports him, who joins his gambling and who he can rely on when they learn what exactly he has been gambling with.

Do they believe in love at first sight? or fate?

Definitely not. Neither exists. You’ve got to take matters into your own hands.

What’s their views on romance? Do they go after it or avoid it?

Oogie doesn’t care. In fact, he’s convinced romance in that sense doesn’t even exist. 

Did they have their first time already? How was it in their point of view?

Yes, and truth be told, it’s been so long Oogie hardly remembers it, but it was with the girl he was in love with... so probably awkward and sweet? who cares?

What is their view on sex?

It's the best part of any relationship he ever had and the only reason why he pities not having a significant other, because it means he can’t just come home to someone and share the joy and enthusiasm that comes with winning with someone... in his bed. 

What are their turn ons and turn offs?

Power is the biggest turn on. One might say winners like the companies of winners, and it could not be truer for Oogie. There’s just something about a person being able to meet you on a similiar level that makes them attractive. On the other side, he hates stuidity and he finds it comes in the most various of traits, making most people nothing but exhausting to him. 

Were they ever cheated on or have they cheated on someone?

He has never been cheated on, but he has definitely cheated. He is Oogie Boogie. The real question is who he hasn’t cheated on.

Do they want to get married in the future?

Hell to the no.

Have kids?

The greatest joy in the world is to have children, and let me tell you a little secret about Oogie: He absolutely does not agree. He has three little minions and they are already enough to handle, plus he can actually hate them and mistreat them without having to feel upset about ruining his own flesh and blood. The real joy in life is winning.

QUIRKS.

Are they right or left handed?

Right Handed.

What’s a word that’s always on their lips?

The name Lock, Shock or Barrel angrily being yelled.

Is there a saying they keep on repeating?

Not a phrase, but he does hum his ‘ Oogie Boogie Song ‘ all the time — that being said, make sure he never sings the lyrics around you for it’s never a good omen if he gets to the line ‘ this may be the last time you hear the oogie boogie song ‘.

Do they curse?

He definitely does. There are times which just need a little bit ( or a lot ) of cursing.

What’s their worst habit?

Spending his money. No matter how often you see him walk out of the casino with a thousand of dollars in his bags, you’ll never see him keep it for longer than a day. Either he pays his debts to the Fates, he spends it on his beloved bugs or he walks right back into the casino to wager it all again.

Do they drink or smoke? How frequently?

He drinks and he smokes cigarettes and cigars at least every week, if not every day.

Are they an early bird or a night owl?

Night owl, because the unfortunate thing about casinos is that they are rarely opened in the normal day to day hours. Oogie wastes his night completely in there, spends his early mornings in a coffee shop of his choice and sleeps the rest of the day away until he can finally go gambling again.

How tidy is their room?

His entire shack is a complete mess and though Oogie recnogises it as one, he does not give a care in the world about it. His belongings are piling all over the floor, his kitchen is filled with the containers of the many take-outs he’s ordered in and is that... a bone? Honestly, at this point you can find almost anything in there.

How long do they usually take getting ready in the morning?

Fifteen minutes tops. His mornings usually include him going into the shower, brushing his teeth and leaving the house a moment later. That being said, his mornings are rarely happening in the morning and more so in the late evenings.

FAVORITES.

What’s their favorite color?

Now, you might think his favourite colour is black because everything he owns and loves seems to be black, but while everything about Tim Page changed when he became Oogie Boogie one thing didn’t: His favourite colour is green, always has and always will be.

Favorite movie?

' Fight Club ‘ because it’s kind of a fucked up movie, isn’t it? and at the same time it is really interesting, allowing a look into the minds of others and how a group ( a colony, one might say ) can work together and create something purely brutal. Oogie always thought in a way they are gambling too.

Music Genre?

Rock’n’Roll.

Food?

Anything that comes per delivery.

Book?

' It ‘ by Stephen King.

Favorite non-alcoholic drink?

Ground black Coffee.

Ice Cream Flavor?

Dark Chocolate.

Indoors or outdoors?

Indoors.

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Oliver

n o w    p l a y i n g . . .

Little Poor Me – Layto

-Little Poor Me-

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"Urr ye a dafty, or am ah juist imagining yer lack o' common sense?"

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Oliver was born of an affair disguised as a one night stand, a mistake in the eyes of his father and a blessing in the eyes of his mother. His father had fled the relationship as soon as he had heard the first implications of a pregnancy and left his mother to raise a child on her own at a young age. In the eyes of her community, many began to lose respect as his mother had a child outside of wedlock and to an unknown father, however none of that had discouraged her and she raised her son with love and warmth. Oliver was brought up around those who doubted him and some that hated him. Either for his undeserving status or his identity as a person. At the age of 16, Oliver's mother had gotten into a car crash that crushed the lower part of her spine and rendered her unable to walk and in a coma for months. She was no longer capable of leading her community and at the young age of 16, Oliver was forced to step forward. TBC.

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❜ ─ ғυll naмe ─ ❛

Oliver ⋆ Kenneth ⋆ Baer

˚★⋆｡˚ [First Name] ˚｡⋆��˚

➺ Pronounced AH-lih-ver. It is of Latin origin, and the meaning of Oliver is "olive tree".

˚★⋆｡˚ [Middle Name] ˚｡⋆★˚

➺ Pronounced KEN-eth. It is of Irish and Gaelic origin, and the meaning of Kenneth is "fire born; good-looking".

˚★⋆｡˚ [Last Name] ˚｡⋆★˚

➺ Pronounced BAIR. It is of German origin, and the meaning of Baer is "bear".

❜ ─ nιcĸnaмe[ѕ] ─ ❛

Oli ⋆ Olive ⋆ Kenny

˚★⋆｡˚ [Nickname #1] ˚｡⋆★˚

➺ This nickname was given to Oliver at a young age. So young, in fact, he dosent remember not having the nickname. He's just always had it. It's his preferred nickname and one he holds very dear to him due to it being his first nickname.

˚★⋆｡˚ [Nickname #2] ˚｡⋆★˚

➺ A nickname given to him by his friends. Loosely based off the fact that his name translates to olive tree. Not many know of this nickname, and though he acts as if it's annoying, he actually quite likes the nickname.

˚★⋆｡˚ [Nickname #3] ˚｡⋆★˚

➺ A nickname given to him by his grandmother at an older age. Truthfully, he hates it. Although he acts quite indifferent when his mother uses it, he will outwardly express his dislike of this nickname to others.

❜ ─ gender ─ ❛

Female ⋆ Male

˚★⋆｡˚ [Current Gender] ˚｡⋆★˚

➺ Oliver is a female-to-male transgender. Most people who know him, know of his gender or just assume he's male (thanks to him being on hormones for multiple years). However to strangers and those outside of his community, he tends to keep his gender hidden for as long as possible, fearing judgement and rejection. Has yet to have any surgeries, takes hormone injections (every two weeks), and wears a binder

❜ ─ ѕeхυalιтy ─ ❛

Demi-panromantic ⋆ Gray-pansexual

˚★⋆｡˚ [Romantic Orientation] ˚｡⋆★˚

➺ A demiromantic is a type of grey-romantic who only experiences romantic attraction after developing an emotional connection beforehand. Demiromantics do not experience primary romantic attraction, but they are capable of secondary romantic attraction/A person who is romantically attracted to others but is not limited by the other's sex or gender. Similar to biromantic. Panromantics will tend to feel that their partner's gender does little to define their relationship.

˚★⋆｡˚ [Sexual Orientation] ˚｡⋆★˚

➺ Graysexual is a term that covers the fluid area between people who are sexual and people who aren't. People who are graysexual (or gray-A or gray-ace) might not normally experience sexual attraction, but do sometimes/A person not limited in sexual choice with regard to biological sex, gender, or gender identity.

❜ ─ age ─ ❛

21-22 ⋆ 20 ⋆ 25

➺ Oliver had to grow up much faster than other kids his age, and due to that fact, has a much older ideology than others in his age group.

˚★⋆｡˚ October 29 ˚｡⋆★˚

➺ Oliver will forever be upset that he was so close, yet so far from being born on Halloween.

˚★⋆｡˚ Scorpio ˚｡⋆★˚

➺ Oliver isn't one to believe in astrology, though he does admit that his zodiac symbol is kinda cool.

"Scorpio is the eighth sign of the zodiac, and that shouldn’t be taken lightly — nor should Scorpios! Those born under this sign are dead serious in their mission to learn about others. There’s no fluff or chatter for Scorpios, either; these folks will zero in on the essential questions, gleaning the secrets that lie within. The Scorpio zodiac sign concerns itself with beginnings and endings, and is unafraid of either. They also travel in a world that is black and white and has little use for gray. The curiosity of Scorpios is immeasurable, which may be why they are such adept investigators. The folks with a Scorpio horoscope sign love to probe and know how to get to the bottom of things. The fact that they have a keen sense of intuition certainly helps."- astrology.com

˚★⋆｡˚ Glasgow, Scotland ˚｡⋆★˚

➺ Oliver was born into a three bedroom home that he shared with his mother and grandparents until the day his grandparents passed away and the house was foreclosed. The house was bordered by trees and the perimeter was met by the mouth of a forest. It was an older, shabbier house and one Oliver hopes to buy back one day. Oliver currently lives in a two bedroom apartment complex with his mother.

❜ ─ ѕpecιeѕ ─ ❛

˚★⋆｡˚ Lycanthrope/Werewūlf ˚｡⋆★˚

➺ A person with the capability to change for periods of time into a wolf, typically when there is a full moon.

Wolf Form: The image above.

˚★⋆｡˚ [Ethnicity] ˚｡⋆★˚

➺ Irish and Scottish with a dash of German on his mother's side.

˚★⋆｡˚ [Race] ˚｡⋆★˚

➺ Humanoid.

❜ ─ langυage ─ ❛

English ⋆ Gaelic

˚★⋆｡˚ [Primary Language] ˚｡⋆★˚

➺ Oliver was born into a predominantly English speaking household and attended schools with English used as their primary language so he speaks and writes English fluently. Has a decently thick Scottish accent however.

˚★⋆｡˚ [Secondary Language] ˚｡⋆★˚

➺ Oliver's grandparents spoke Gaelic fluently, though his mother only knows enough to say simple sentences, Oliver is capable of a bit more. Oliver is planning on learning Gaelic until he is fluent in it enough to both speak and write it.

❜ ─ occυpaтιon ─ ❛

Dog Trainer Apprentice

➺ Oliver is studying under another to become a professional dog trainer. Though he has little clientele as of now, he is confident in his abilities and adores his occupation.

"Ye reek o' stupidity"

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❜ ─ perѕonalιтy тype ─ ❛

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❜ ─ нaвιтѕ ─ ❛

˚★⋆｡˚ [Good Habit #1] ˚｡⋆★˚

➺ Oliver is never one to give up. This can be both a good and bad habit, but for Oliver it is a predominantly good one.

˚★⋆｡˚ [Good Habit #2] ˚｡⋆★˚

➺ Oliver volunteers at animal shelters quite regularly.

˚★⋆｡˚ [Bad Habit #1] ˚｡⋆★˚

➺ Oliver tends to chew on the corner of his nail where the cuticle starts. It's a nervous tick and one he also does when bored. This can leave the corner of his fingers somewhat swollen and sometimes bleeding. Oliver will also pick at the dry skin of his lips until they bleed. This leaves cracks on his lips quite often.

˚★⋆｡˚ [Bad Habit #2] ˚｡⋆★˚

➺ Oliver tends to have a horrible sleeping schedule and will accidentally spend half the night playing mobile games if allowed. This is the sole reason why there always seems to be bags under his eyes.

❜ ─ нoввιeѕ ─ ❛

Botany ⋆ Collecting Pins & Stickers

˚★⋆｡˚ [Hobby #1]˚｡⋆★˚

➺ Oliver has always loved plants and has always desired a house full of them. He now dedicates a lot of time to the care of his plants and enjoys every second of it.

˚★⋆｡˚ [Hobby #2]˚｡⋆★˚

➺ To Oliver, pins and stickers are a way to show individuality. And he adores collecting those he finds relateable or aesthetically pleasing. His jackets are full of pins and he tends to put the stickers on his shoes.

❜ ─ ғavorιтeѕ ─ ❛

˚★⋆｡˚ ғavorιтe color ˚｡⋆★˚

➺ Black

˚★⋆｡˚ ғavorιтe ғood ˚｡⋆★˚

➺ Hawaiian Pizza

˚★⋆｡˚ ғavorιтe ѕeaѕon ˚｡⋆★˚

➺ Autumn

˚★⋆｡˚ ғavorιтe тreaт ˚｡⋆★˚

➺ Maple Flavored Cookies

˚★⋆｡˚ ғavorιтe drιnĸ ˚｡⋆★˚

➺ Matcha Green Tea

˚★⋆｡˚ ғavorιтe ѕcenт ˚｡⋆★˚

➺ Cinnamon

"Life owes ye hee haw 'n' will gie ye hee haw, bit if ye kin learn how tae turn that hee haw intae something, than mibbie this living thing is cut oot fur ye"

   ③ Ｐｈｙｓｉｃａｌ

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❜ ─ pнyѕιcal тraιтѕ ─ ❛

˚★⋆｡˚ нaιr ˚｡⋆★˚

➺ Oliver has redd-ish brown hair that lays to the side and is shaved shorter in the back. Blonde streaks haphazardly zigzag through his hair due to a failed bleaching attempt.

˚★⋆｡˚ ғace ˚｡⋆★˚

➺ Oliver has an oval shaped face with a slightly upturned, button shaped nose. Light colored freckles cover the skin around his cheekbones, nose, and forehead. Due to his larger than average pores, blemishes tend to appear around his hairline and chin. Oliver has a slight gap between his two front teeth. Oliver also has his septum and tongue pierced, along with 0 sized gauges in both his ears and an industrial piercing in his left ear.

˚★⋆｡˚ ᴇʏᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪᴘs ˚｡⋆★˚

➺ Oliver has almond shaped, hazel-brown eyes that tint a faint green in the right lighting. His lips are somewhat thin and small and are salmon in color.

˚★⋆｡˚ ʙᴏᴅʏ ˚｡⋆★˚

➺ Oliver is 5'6 in height and on the chubbier side with slight love handles and thicker thighs. His body is more oval in shape and he tends to be quite sensitive about his body despite his confident attitude. Light freckles cover his fair colored hips and thighs, as well as his shoulders and neck. His fashion sense leans more towards punk, with his primary outfit being ripped black jeans, ankle high combat boots that always seem to come untied and are covered in stickers, a black t-shirt with either an overused or meme-y saying on it and a red plaid hoodie that cuffs at the wrist and has a light grey hood coming from the back. His jacket is always covered in pins.

❜ ─ нealтн ─ ❛

˚★⋆｡˚ pнyѕιcal нealтн ˚｡⋆★˚

➺ Oliver has slight asthma, just like his mother and is only required to carry an inhaler just in case something triggers a bad breathing episode. › Asthma

˚★⋆｡˚ мenтal нealтн ˚｡⋆★˚

➺ Oliver suffers from light social anxiety, which can cause him to come across as standoffish at first. Oliver also suffers from body dysphoria, which is normally triggered when he deems himself as looking or acting too feminine or when around overly masculine men.

   › Social Anxiety › Dysphoria

"A'm waantin' tae fall in love, bit th' idea terrifies me. Whit if ah fankle up? Thir's na reset fastener fur love"

   ④ Ａｂｉｌｉｔｉｅｓ

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     ┊         ┊       ┊   ┊   ˚★⋆｡˚ ⋆

     ┊         ┊       ┊   ⋆

     ┊.        ┊       ★⋆

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     ★⋆       ┊ . ˚

                ˚★

❜ ─ coмвaт ─ ❛

˚★⋆｡˚ coмвaт ѕтyle ˚｡⋆★˚

➺ Oliver's combat style is more up front than most would expect, especially since his community is not well known for their fighting skill. He however, does rely heavily on his hearing and ability to observe another's fighting pattern to help him take down his foes.

˚★⋆｡˚ weapon oғ cнoιce ˚｡⋆★˚

➺ Teeth and claws. What else would you expect from a wolf?

❜ ─ ѕpecιal aвιlιтιeѕ ─ ❛

˚★⋆｡˚ [Name of Power or Ability] ˚｡⋆★˚

➺ Oliver has the capability of shifting his form into that of a wolf or wolf-like creature.

❜ ─ weaĸneѕѕeѕ ─ ❛

˚★⋆｡˚ weaĸneѕѕ #1 ˚｡⋆★˚

➺ Oliver's hard exterior is exactly that, an exterior. Deep down, the boy is a soft mess that needs constant reassuring and comfort. This is a weakness to him because, he can't be soft. His lifestyle dosent allow it.

˚★⋆｡˚ weaĸneѕѕ #2 ˚｡⋆★˚

➺ Any sort of intimate touch from someone outside of his immediate family makes Oliver quite flustered. Though a slight flirt himself, if you flirt back, expect to see a blushing mess.

"Black is definitely th' freish black"

   ⑤ Ｒｅｌａｔｉｏｎｓｈｉｐｓ

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     ┊         ┊       ┊   ┊   ˚★⋆｡˚ ⋆

     ┊         ┊       ┊   ⋆

     ┊.        ┊       ★⋆

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     ★⋆       ┊ . ˚

                ˚★

❜ ─ ιммedιaтe ғaмιly ─ ❛

Annabeth Marie Baer ⋆ Unknown

˚★⋆｡˚ мoтнer ˚｡⋆★˚

➺ Oliver's mother is a huge figure in his life, though he takes care of her more nowadays than when he was younger. Due to a car crash that enabled her wheelchair bound, she is very dependant on her son, but he dosent mind.

˚★⋆｡˚ ғaтнer ˚｡⋆★˚

➺ Oliver's father has been an absent figure his entire life, so he knows nothing about him. And truthfully, Oliver couldn't care any less about the man.

˚★⋆｡˚ Pet(s) ˚｡⋆★˚

➺ Oliver has a five year old chow chow, german shepherd cross named Winston who he had adopted when he was 17. Winston is Oliver's best friend.

   ⑥ Ｅｘｔｒａｓ

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     ┊         ┊       ┊   ┊   ˚★⋆｡˚ ⋆

     ┊         ┊       ┊   ⋆

     ┊.        ┊       ★⋆

     ┊         ┊

     ★⋆       ┊ . ˚

                ˚★

❜ ─ peт peeveѕ ─ ❛

˚★⋆｡˚ [Pet Peeve #1] ˚｡⋆★˚

➺ Oliver despises when those around him decide to chew with their mouth open. To him, its disgusting and it makes the most unpleasant noise

˚★⋆｡˚ [Pet Peeve #2] ˚｡⋆★˚

➺ Slow internet? Oliver might just leave the building. He cannot stand slower than average internet.

❜ ─ pнoвιaѕ ─ ❛

˚★⋆｡˚ [Phobia #1] ˚｡⋆★˚

➺ Helminthophobia, scoleciphobia or vermiphobia is a specific phobia, the fear of worms, especially parasitic worms.

˚★⋆｡˚ [Phobia #2] ˚｡⋆★˚

➺ Autophobia - Autophobia (or Monophobia) is the phobia of being alone.

❜ ─ allergιeѕ ─ ❛

➺ Oliver must take allergy medication during the summer and spring seasons or his nose will become runny, his eyes itchy, and it will be harder for him to breathe.

 ›Pollen

★Likes

⊱botany

⊱guys who aren't good for him

⊱the smell of coffee

⊱dogs

⊱autumn and Halloween

⊱the sound of rain

★Dislikes

⊱worm-like bugs (specifically maggots)

⊱bigots

⊱pessimistic people

⊱overly hot days and sweating

⊱things that taste sour

⊱driving vehicles

   ⑦ Ａｕｔｈｏｒ'ｓ Ｎｏｔｅｓ

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     ┊         ┊       ┊   ┊   ˚★⋆｡˚ ⋆

     ┊         ┊       ┊   ⋆

     ┊.        ┊       ★⋆

     ┊         ┊

     ★⋆       ┊ . ˚

                ˚★

➺ «First interaction

Oliver comes across as stand-off-ish and crude, with a sharp tongue and an even sharper glare. His personality lacks a filter and he can even come across to some as rude or overbearing.

➺ «Talking to friends

A jokester, Oliver tends to try and make them laugh, though his jokes might be a bit mature, he never fails to make his friends smile. A lot more caring and soft-spoken than when around strangers.

➺ «Talking to rivals

Double-sided and venomous, Oliver's words are as deadly as a cobras bite. He does not need to physically attack his rivals to make them cower, for his words are enough. Sometimes, he can go a bit over board, and at those times, he does apologize.

[bangtanexonyeondan]

1. Business Matters

Genre: Angst (will get worse later on)

Word Count: 1137

Thumbnail made by @1vyprincess

Jungkook's mind was nervously wandering into the worst possible scenarios while he watched the horizon of water, lit up by the vibrant hues of the setting sun, fly beside him as the black Mercedes Maybach he had climbed into fifteen minutes ago whisked him across a bridge straddling the Han River. He hadn’t stupidly climbed into an unknown car, he was smarter than that, and the chauffeur had presented to him incredible credentials to the point that, in the moment, Jungkook assumed safety. In retrospect, he wondered how the hell the chauffeur even knew what his face looked like, where he worked, and when his shift for that day was over.

You idiot!

In his own defense, the driver was alone, and he carried about him a proper, yet calming demeanor. The man was probably in his late fifties or early sixties and was of a thin stature, so he didn't seem dangerous at all. He just happened to be a personal worker for the landlord.

No.

‘Landlord’ wasn't a title big enough for Kim Namjoon, the youngest ever CEO of one of the most successful businesses in South Korea, an undeniable genius who owned several housing complexes, one apartment in which Jungkook’s late uncle lived in.

Jungkook just happened to be visiting this untouchable man, in private, to “sort out business matters that his uncle left behind,” so said the driver when he picked him up.

Jungkook snorted at his own stupidity and leaned away from the window to examine the sleek chrome trim of the interior and the blemish-free leather seats. As if his alcoholic uncle who died last month from an overdose of God knows how many drugs actually knew Kim Namjoon personally. He scoffed bitterly and reflected on the disgusting excuse of a life that his uncle lived. Jungkook was glad that he ran away to live with Yoongi who only drank mildly, and he wasn't upset in the slightest that his uncle passed away. At least the old man didn't have to continue wasting away in drunken stupors and sluggish highs.

That disappointing ‘guardian’ of his actually knowing a CEO of anything. How could he be so quick to agree to something so profound? And due to his lack of proper judgement, he was probably being kidnapped by a psycho stalker murderer planning to have him drowned in the river by tomorrow.

Yoongi was going to kill him if he got out of this alive for being so reckless and then would more than likely end up drinking himself to death. A sinking weight of fear and regret settled in his gut and he tried to retain his composure and salvage some courage.

 After another five minutes, he worked up enough thought to come up with a relatively coherent question for the driver.

“So…are you taking me to one of his office buildings or something?”

“No, young sir.”

“His personal office?”

“No.”

“A warehouse to be murdered?”

The driver laughed warmly, putting Jungkook slightly at ease. “No, Jungkook-ssi. I assure you, you’re perfectly safe and will be home and in bed before the sun wakes up.”

“So then where am I going?”

“His penthouse.”

Jungkook was shocked. “Excuse me, what?”

“The master has requested to meet you in his personal penthouse.”

“What is this? Some glorified dinner date?”

The driver chuckled again. “Of sorts…If you discuss business matters on your dinner dates, in which case I apologize to your dates.”

Jungkook smiled, his nervousness ebbing away a fraction at a time. But still, this was too surreal. There was no way this could actually be happening. If he really was going to see the actual Kim Namjoon in his actual personal penthouse, then he felt incredibly under dressed. He was clothed in ripped skinny jeans and a tattered, old, plaid jacket over a loose, plain white shirt. He could've at least scraped together what little money he had to buy some cheap suit jacket if he was notified ahead of time, rather than being snatched off the streets. He resumed his position leaning against the window, waiting for his impending doom by watching the enormous glass skyscrapers pass by.

  In a dazed wonder, Jungkook was escorted through the luxurious lobby to the penthouse elevator of some fancy building he couldn't remember the name of. He felt like a stray dog trailing mud and grime into a palace. Even the employees were so well dressed that Jungkook didn't dare try to meet their eye as they respectfully bowed at his passing.

The steel doors closed, and he exhaled in relief.

“Nervous?” the driver asked, swiping an access card to activate the private elevator.

“I feel like my breath is soiling the air.”

“Don’t worry about how you look, Jungkook-ssi. The master has spoken positively about your appearance in his description of you to me.”

“Positively...I still don't understand how he knows what I look like.”

“There are files of all the people living in his housing complexes. Again, I assure you that you are safe.”

The little light in the center of the panel turned green, and the elevator began climbing. Jungkook stared at the light as they were lifted higher and higher, his ears popping twice. He assumed that there must have been added security to Kim Namjoon's living space, requiring some button to be personally pressed in order to grant permission to proceed, and the thought of such a distinguished figure anticipating his arrival was dizzying.

The elevator slowed to a stop, the soft ding making Jungkook’s stomach drop. The door slid open, but he stayed rooted to the spot.

This was actually happening.

“Jungkook-ssi?”

“W-what…what business matters am I attending to exactly?” He berated himself for not asking earlier.

“I'm afraid I don't know the answer to that question.”

Jungkook gnawed on his lip, and the elevator doors began to close. The driver stuck out his arm to hold the doors back and gave him an encouraging nod. “I'll be waiting for you in the lobby to provide a means of transportation back to your home.”

“My uncle's home or my home?”

The driver looked confused for a moment before assuring him that they would settle the matter when he returned to ground level. Jungkook nodded and stepped out, smoothing down his wrinkled shirt as best he could and turned back to face the chauffeur again. The cold metal doors closed in front of a comforting smile.

Jungkook had only one thought in mind when he turned to face the intimidating door into penthouse and reached for the intercom with the dark void of a camera lens staring back at him.

“I will see that driver again,” he muttered to himself and pressed the button. A few agonizing seconds later, a deep voice crackled through the speaker.

 “It's open.”

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10