#oc: oscar whelan

[inevitablemoment]

CATHLEEN PAIGE SPENGLER - OC INFO

(Special thanks to @ariel-seagull-wings for this manip; it's so beautiful!)

FULL NAME: Cathleen Anne Spengler (nee Paige)

NICKNAME(S): Cath (by everyone, started by Egon), Cathy (by everyone on her side of the family), Cat (by Janine), the Ghostbuster's Guard Dog (by tabloids and critics), the Wicked Witch of Summerville (by Summerville citizens)

FACECLAIM: Linda Purl

FANDOM: Ghostbusters (1984-1989; 2021-)

BIRTHDAY: January 2nd, 1945

ZODIAC SIGN: Capricorn

SEXUALITY: Demisexual

GENDER: Female (she/her/hers)

OCCUPATION: Actress, writer, singer, dancer, choreographer, voice and dance teacher, Ghostbuster

BIRTHPLACE: Madison, Wisconsin

LIVES IN: Madison, Wisconsin (birth-age 12) || Cleveland, Ohio (age 12-18) || Manhattan, New York City, New York (age 18-24, 25-48, 77-currently) || Cambridge, Massachusetts (age 24-25) || Summerville, Oklahoma (48-77)

NATIONALITY: American

FAMILY:

Egon Spengler (husband, m. 1974-2021 (his death))

Felicity Spengler (daughter, miscarried 1978)

Callie Spengler (daughter)

Marie Spengler (daughter)

Trevor Spengler (grandson)

Phoebe Spengler (granddaughter)

Benjamin Paige (father, died 1988)

Colleen Paige [nee Tillens] (mother, died 2002)

David Paige (older brother)

Joanne Paige [nee Vogel] (sister-in-law)

Jill Paige (niece)

Mark Paige (nephew)

Mitchell Paige (nephew)

Lucinda "Cindy" Paige (niece)

Christopher Paige (nephew)

Theresa Paige (niece)

Sharon Paige (niece)

Caroline Tiffin [nee Paige] (older sister)

Glenn Tiffin (brother-in-law)

Ronald Tiffin (nephew)

Anthony Tiffin (nephew)

Jackson "Sonny" Tiffin (nephew)

Abel Paige (younger brother)

Rebecca Paige [nee O'Connor] (sister-in-law)

Loretta Paige (niece)

Erika Paige (niece)

Dominic Paige (nephew)

Eleanor Paige (niece)

Melanie Paige (niece)

Katrina Paige (niece)

Constance "Connie" Whelan [nee Paige] (younger sister)

Douglas Whelan (brother-in-law)

Monty Whelan (nephew)

Timothy Whelan (nephew)

Gina Whelan (niece)

Felicity Whelan (niece)

Adam Paige (younger brother)

Helen Paige [nee Rafferty] (sister-in-law)

Olivia Paige (niece)

Holly Paige (niece)

Cynthia Paige (younger sister)

Edison Spengler, Sr. (father-in-law, deceased 1983)

Ruth Spengler [nee Westelman] (mother-in-law, deceased 2001)

Elon Spengler (brother-in-law, deceased 2014)

Noelle Spengler [nee Rosenfeld] (sister-in-law)

Edison Spengler, Jr. (nephew)

Cyrus Spengler (uncle-in-law, deceased 2002)

Peter Venkman (honorary older brother)

Dana Barrett (honorary sister-in-law)

Oscar Venkman [born Wallance, formerly Barrett] (honorary nephew)

Eliana "Elly" Venkman (honorary grand-niece)

Andrew Venkman (honorary nephew)

Kelly Venkman (honorary nephew)

Ray Stantz (honorary older brother)

Willow Olson (honorary sister-in-law)

Addison Stantz (honorary niece)

Natalie Stantz (honorary niece)

Grace Stantz (honorary niece)

Janine Melnitz (honorary younger sister)

MOODBOARD:

CHARACTERISTICS: Creative, daring, valiant, quirky, brave, sweet, headstrong, theatrical, hopeful, romantic, prone to vanity and a quick temper, plucky, brilliant, enigmatic, cunning, maternal, devoted, protective

LIKES: Musicals, reading, writing, learning new things, singing, dancing, traveling, planning events, research, baking, cooking, photography, cuddling with Egon and the girls, snipe battles with Peter, being the center of attention

DISLIKES: Ignorance and close-mindedness, her blood family, Slimer escaping the display case, the Peck family, bullies, the fact that her sister Connie gave her youngest daughter the same name of the baby that she lost

WEAPON OF CHOICE:

PKE Meter

Proton Pack

Ghost Trap

Gigameter

Tobin's Spirit Guide

Occult Reference Net

OTHER PERSONAL INFO:

Raised Catholic, but converted to Judaism shortly before her wedding to Egon

Attended Julliard to study music and NYU to study literature/creative writing

After years of struggling to conceive and eventually becoming pregnant only to lose the baby at eighteen weeks, Cathleen took up alcohol to cope

Idolized Julie Andrews, Debbie Reynolds, Judy Garland, Chita Rivera, and Shirley Jones growing up

Fluent in Hebrew, Yiddish, French, Greek, European and Latin American Spanish, Flemish, Irish Gaelic, Scottish Gaelic, German, Greek, Italian, Portuguese, Dutch, Latin, and Sumerian

INSPIRATION: Sherrezade (Twisted: The Untold Story of a Royal Vizier), Juliet O'Hara (Psych), Becky Barnes (Hatchetfield series), Elliot Reid (Scrubs), Miss Holloway (Hatchetfield series), Annabel Lee (Edgar Allan Poe's Murder Mystery Dinner Party), Elphaba Thropp (Wicked), Ramona Trousers (Headless: A Sleepy Hollow Story), Snow White/Mary Margaret Blanchard (Once Upon A Time), Princess Aurora/Briar Rose (Sleeping Beauty), Gwen Barrymore (The Solve-It Squad Returns), Marlowe Viccellio (Psych), Dr. Julia Ogden (Murdoch Mysteries), Dr. Helen Magnus (Sanctuary), Dr. Bedelia du Maurier (Hannibal), Jane Seymour (Six)

NAME ANALYSIS:

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[slytherin-puffskein]

hope’s lullaby.

summary: The summer between Laurent King’s fifth and sixth year at Hogwarts was the one that hurt the most. Luckily, comfort came to him.

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notes: a huge thank you to all my beta readers for the wonderful feedback they gave me!

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Hope, as Laurent King had recently found out, is nothing but a lie. A stupid invention. A cruel lullaby meant to soothe you with unrealistic scenarios and to make you believe that everything is, in fact, alright when it is clearly not. He had made the mistake of hoping through all summer, of creating himself nonsense --illogical yet comforting scenarios in his mind-- and the truth about hope was finally hitting him full force: it’s sole purpose is to leave you, to abandon you, and to leave you stuck with your own feelings and disarray.

These were his thoughts as he laid before him the many letters he had just received. Spending the entirety of August at his aunt’s place, he had taken care to inform all of his friends of his new address. As he had expected, tons of messages have been sent to him, filled with love and friendship, now awaiting to be read. Even though he knew he should be feeling happy he felt a terrible, selfish bitterness take over his being as he realized something. Fucking called it. But why am I disappointed, if I had already sort of expected it? This doesn’t make fucking sense. None of this does. Why why why? Before him laid letters sent by Penny Haywood, Rowan Khanna, Tulip Karasu… none of them bore the name he had wished most ardently to see.

Barnaby Lee.

Throughout the course of the entire summer, Laurent had no received a single letter from him. It was as if, suddenly, Barnaby had vanished from the surface of the Earth. Or, as Laurent was thinking, as if he, himself, had vanished from the surface of the Earth. As if Barnaby had forgotten about him, had told himself he wasn’t worth it in the end, and the worst was that he didn’t even had the decency to end whatever they had via a letter. 

Whatever they had, he was using that phrase because he simply couldn’t find any other words to use. Friendship? They had more than that, ever since their date at the end of their fifth year. Love? No, they never kissed. And now it would probably, most definitely, never happen. You lost him. You lost it all. What did you do wrong? Everything, probably. It’s just as your dad tells you! No one will ever love you, not with how you currently are. A sob threatened to break through his lips, but he miraculously succeeded in holding it back. Instead of sitting on his bed and crying, he simply slipped the letters under his pillow. He’d read them later.

He didn’t have the time then, because it was time for his shift at his aunt’s bakery. Thank Merlin, I’ll have something to do to take my mind off this shit.

* * *

“Turn that frown upside down!”

Cyril Colin, Laurent’s cousin, was an all too optimistic guy, and at that very moment Laurent was finding himself feeling deeply annoyed. What does he know about what is going on anyway? I didn’t tell him shit. He has no business to try and comfort me. Of course, in another state of mind, Laurent would have appreciated that gesture, but right then the only thing he wished for was to be left alone, and to focus on the croissants he was baking.

In the face of his cousin’s silence, Cyril pouted, and insisted: “C’mon, Laurent. You know you can tell me everything, right? You’re here for me, it’s only fair that I should be here for you. So what’s wrong? Is it related to a wi--”

But before he could finish that final word, Laurent had shoved the first thing that landed in his hand, a macaron, in his cousin’s mouth. “Hush! Don’t say that word out loud, you know it’s supposed to be a secret!” And just like that, the conversation was over, much to Laurent’s joy.

However, by the end of his shift, Laurent still only held one wish: to curl himself in his blankets and to sink into a deep, dreamless sleep. Oh, yeah, that sounded just like paradise, at least to him. This is so ridiculous. Why am I so affected by Barnaby not sending me any letter? It’s not like he’s… my boyfriend or anything.

But that is something you wish for dearly, don’t you? a wicked voice whispered into his mind. You want to touch his hands, to touch his lips, to be his. Maybe he changed his mind. Maybe he figured out just how of a terrible guy you are. Remember what your father said: you act without thinking, and in your eyes the devil slumbers! That must be true, right? It surely is, since Barnaby’s left you!

SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP.

And all of a sudden, it felt as if his throat was closing right up. He was suffocating, suffering, hurting, and only one thing became his priority: to get the hell out of here and get some fresh air. 

Even if he still had fifteen minutes left on his shift and should have waited until he was done, it was as if his body had a mind of its own, shaky fingers untied his apron and let it fall to the floor. Before he could even realize what he was doing, he was standing outside of the bakery, his cousin’s voice faintly calling for him from the inside, worry painting each of his syllables. He hated that. He hated that Cyril always felt the need to worry over him. I’m fine, Cyril. I’m fine, I keep telling you that and you won’t LISTEN. But the truth was, Laurent wasn’t feeling alright. Not at all. He was just too proud to admit it to himself --too proud to come to terms with the fact that he was truly affected by Barnaby’s radio silence.

Too proud to admit that you’re in love.

“Damn, did you just come back from a marathon or something? You could have warned me, I would’ve come with you. Y’know I love running.” That voice. That all too familiar voice. No, it couldn’t be. Wait. Could it be? No. I spoke to him on the phone last night. Surely, he didn’t come all the way here… or…

As he raised his head and locked gazes with the man standing in front of him, it felt as if his heart was about to burst. Not because of the sadness that had been piling up over it, but because of the pure, bright joy that had suddenly taken over. With a sigh of relief on his lips, he threw his arms around Oscar Whelan.

If people declared Laurent King to be mischief incarnate, that only meant they had yet to meet Oscar Whelan --trouble incarnate. Any ounce of chaos put a smile on his face, every action of his was a mere result of his impulsivity, and his entire aura said one thing and one thing only: ‘let’s run away, you and I. Let’s flee this world and build our own’.

At least, that was what it said whenever Laurent was with him, so he came to assume that it was the same with everyone else.

Born a Muggle, Oscar had known Laurent ever since childhood. They grew up together and he’d been the shoulder Laurent cried on when his mother gave out her last breath. Following her funeral Oscar had brought him to this family’s small apartment where a sleepover without any actual sleep had taken place. Through comforting words and gentle laughter, Oscar had done everything in his power to make Laurent’s smile come back, while also helping him deal with his grief.

When his Hogwarts acceptance letter came, Laurent had been overwhelmed with the wish to tell his friend everything, but he knew very well that in no way that could happen. Instead, he told him that his father had decided to make him a student in a strict boarding school, and that as a result he was meant to leave for ten months, ever year for the next seven years. Are you serious? Oscar had exclaimed. You mean, like, a boarding school with uniforms and such? Lying to his best friend had been the worst thing for Laurent, but he was also well aware that it was for the best. If he were to reveal the existence of the wizarding world to someone outside of his family, just what would possibly happen? Oscar wasn’t a loose lipped person, but no risks could be taken.

No, that’s a lie. A risk had been taken, but an entirely different one. By hiding his true life from Oscar, Laurent had harbored the fear that a wall would build itself between them, separating them and preventing them from fully understanding each other. From his perspective, that imaginary wall would only lead to one outcome: the destruction of his friendship with Oscar Whelan, and that was something he knew he couldn’t possibly handle.

Years had passed and the wall still had yet to make its appearance. But Laurent had kept on fearing, and at sixteen years old he was still terrified. Even with Oscar currently hugging him close, the anxiety related to losing his friendship sprang forth and threatened to take control of his brain.

How unjust, that I cannot tell him everything!

After several minutes of silent hugging, Laurent pulled away at last, but his hands remained splayed on Oscar’s chest to feel his heartbeat. His friend’s arm, wrapped around his waist, provided him with unimaginable comfort. “What are you doing here?” Laurent’s eyes were pretty much filled with question marks at this point, and Oscar could only smile.

“C’mon now, Lau. I know you. When you called me yesterday I felt something was wrong, so I took it upon myself and decided to pay you a visit. Least I can do, right? Though I gotta admit, the thought of stepping into your bakery was also very enticing.”

“It’s not my bakery, Oscar.” Laurent giggled. “It’s my aunt’s, you totally know that.”

“Right. Otherwise you would have added many more flowers for decorations. You should talk about it to your aunt, I’m sure it would look great.”

Oscar’s words remained in Laurent’s mind: When you called me yesterday I felt something was wrong. Yes, Laurent had spoken to him on the phone, but never had he mentioned the letters or anything else related to them, for that matter. Had he sounded that sad? He almost wanted to ask, but decided not to.

“Are you done with your shift?”

“Only a few minutes left. Had to get out to get some fresh air.”

“Well, that’s exactly why I’m here, Laurent. To give you some fresh air. Finish those minutes left, I’ll wait for you here.” But he was smiling. Smiling, because he was seeing the glint of mischief already floating in Laurent’s eyes.

Laurent couldn’t help but smile back. “How about we go now, mhm?”

* * *

They spent hours together, and Laurent hoped that this day would never end. Because, finally, he was reunited with his friend. Finally, things were feeling less heavy, and he knew all too well that the distress would return as soon as it had left if Oscar were to leave. He obviously had to, at some point, and thus Laurent was mentally preparing himself for it. At least, he will be left with memories --wonderful memories to cling into. He would lie on his bed and replay them; hearing their laughs again, tasting the ice cream that Oscar bought for him again… and listening to their conversation again.

As he walked through the city with Oscar, a smile curled his lips when he remembered a conversation which occurred only a few minutes ago. They had been sitting on a bench, in Laurent’s favorite park because of its many trees, and he had decided to tell Oscar. Not the whole wizard business, obviously, but bits and pieces of the life that he had never told him about.

His new friends, for example.

“You have Penny Haywood.” He had told with a smile while still eating his ice cream. Caramel, his favorite flavor. “She’s, like, the sweetest girl ever, I’m telling you. Rowan’s is the best nerd, he helps me studying whenever I struggle with something. At some point, he even practically held me hostage in the library so I could finish my paper! My only focus was to walk around the school, take a breather… but Rowan had other plans in mind. Tulip is the greatest prankster, I think you’d like her. I know I do, she’s one of my closest friends. And--”  The words had died out, however, as he had realized that he had been just about to mention Barnaby Lee.

Oscar had noticed the sudden change of atmosphere. “Something wrong?”

So much. I’m so worried, Oscar. No! I can’t tell him about this. It would be… too complicated. He shook his head. “Nothing, I just… I just feel bad I never told you about them sooner” Lying by telling the truth, what a funny concept. “…about anything related to my school, in truth. It… it must suck, right?” Yes, lying by telling the truth, because he wasn’t telling Oscar the real reason behind his sudden change of emotion, but he was still talking about something that was truly bothering him.

Besides, he had to mention it at some point, right? He had to address his insecurities regarding his friendship with Oscar, the magical thing he cherished dearly, or else it would truly turn to dust.

Much to his surprise, Oscar giggled and gently nudged him. “You can tell or not tell me whatever you want, Laurent. I’ll never take it personal.” He suddenly paused, his brows knitting together in worry. “You… you didn’t tell me all of this because you felt like you had to, right? Because that ain’t right.” Laurent had been unable to not smile.

“No, not at all. I wanted to tell you about ‘em. You’re my best friend, after all. As you said, I tell you everything I want.” Maybe it had been a shadow, but he believed Oscar’s smile had wavered at those two words: best friend. Why, exactly?

He was still thinking of a reason, but he snapped back to reality as he realized that it was getting late. The sun was beginning to set, coloring the sky with beautiful orange and pink hues, and offered a sight that never failed to take Laurent’s breath away. He stopped in his tracks to just look up at its splendor. To memorize all of that beauty. Oscar did the same with a smile on his lips. 

“Beautiful, right?”

“Yes, it is.”

“I can show you something even better.”

Laurent raised an eyebrow. “And what’s that?”

Teasingly, Oscar placed his index over his own lips. “Curiosity is a bad thing, Laurent King~”

“Says the most curious guy I know!” And just like that, his worries were gone again.

* * *

Oscar insisted that they waited until the sky turned black and, once it did, Laurent let himself be guided by his friend, holding his hand and trying to figure out just what he had in mind. That, however, was the problem with Oscar Whelan: You never knew exactly what he was planning. Every second with him felt like a toss of the dice, with no idea as to which result you’d get.

They stopped in front of a huge building that Laurent recognized as one of the many gymnasiums of the city. Pulling out a pocket knife from his leather jacket’s pocket, Oscar got to work, quickly succeeding with picking the lock and granting them access inside. Luckily, no alarm system began to blare, and Oscar turned proudly to Laurent, offering him his hand once again. “You trust me, right?” The fact that Oscar had picked locks frequently was not only apparent from the skill he had demonstrated, but also from the absence of shock from his friend.

Now, Laurent was having a faint idea of what his friend had in mind. And without hesitation, he reached for his hand. “Of course I do, Oscar.”

And that was how they found themselves in the gymnasium’s public pool, moonlight spilling inside through the windows and reflecting itself on the calm water. A beautiful sight, truly, one that rendered Laurent still with wonder for a moment. Oscar was right. It’s so beautiful.

“You’re crazy.” But the joy in his voice was impossible to not notice.

“Love you, too.” Oscar replied as he began to undress.

Laurent was quick to do the same and, once they were only in their underwear, he realized just how cold the air was, and how much colder the water would surely be. Oscar probably had made the same realization, because his wicked smile graced his features once more. With the moonlight illuminating the side of his face, he almost looked ethereal. Like a dream. A dream that Laurent found most comforting.

“I dare you,” Oscar’s said, voice filled with challenge, “to jump.”

Oh, you’ll see, Oscar! Laurent immediately turned to look at him, fists on his hips in an attempt to make himself look more intimidating. “I dare you to jump. Wait, no, double dare you!”

“Oh, is that the game you want to play, Laurent? You know I love games.”

The teasing, the stifled in giggles that their voices were containing, it all reminded Laurent of the many blissful moments they had spent together ever since they met, moments he'd missed dearly at Hogwarts. After months of being without his best friend, everything was now falling back into place. He had Oscar, everything was alright.

That wonderful chaos he loved sharing with him had also made its comeback, it seemed, as Oscar suddenly reached for him, his arm wrapping around his waist and bringing him closer --much closer. “You brought this upon yourself, Laurent!”

And with Laurent’s roaring laughter filling the air, Oscar jumped, inevitably dragging his friend along with him.

They broke out of the water’s surface, laughing, splashing each other; and, before Laurent knew it hot tears were streaming down his cheeks, for a reason he knew all too well and yet didn’t dare admit. Oscar realized he was crying fairly quickly, and swam closer to wipe them away. “Did you really not enjoy that at all?” He was telling this to make him laugh, it was evident in his gaze.

And it worked. Laurent giggled, then sniffled and nodded. “Yup, truly terrible.” A smile came, but he decided, at last, to tell him what has been haunting him. “I just… have a friend from school ignoring me. A friend I like a lot, and… and it sucks.”

By saying it out loud, finally acknowledging his feelings, it felt as if a huge weight was lifted off his shoulders, and he could feel himself breathing with much more ease. Oscar’s features softened, and his hand landed on Laurent’s wet shoulder. An awfully comforting touch.

While Oscar Whelan usually talks an awful lot, at that very moment he was silent as he hugged Laurent closely. Despite how little they were wearing, Laurent found himself unbothered. He’s my best friend, it would take much more to bother me.

And so, they hugged, and soon enough Oscar was whispering to him the lyrics of his favorite song. Ground control to Major Tom. Laurent let that song lull him into calmness, into total peace, and his eyes fluttered shut as they both stood still in the pool, surrounded by water. Calm, soothing water.

Maybe hoping wasn’t such a bad thing. With his friendship with Oscar, he had the hope --the belief-- that everything would turn out alright. That Barnaby would talk to him again. That he would be allowed, somehow, to love him. Those thoughts soothed him to the core.

They sang quietly.

For here am I sitting in a tin can,

Far above the world,

Planet Earth is blue,

And there’s nothing I can do.

* * *

Never write to him or even speak to him, again. Or I’ll kill him.

Barnaby’s grandmother words had kept ringing in his ears ever since the beginning of summer. He sat in his room as the moon shone bright in the sky, and caught himself staring at it.

And hoping.

Hoping that things will turn out alright.

And that he’ll soon, somehow, be with Laurent again. To touch his hands, to touch his lips, to be his.

But hope is a futile, useless thing. Isn’t it?

[catherinestark-hphm]

Oscarnalau

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Laurent King and Oscar Whelan belong to @slytherin-puffskein

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MARIE SPENGLER - OC INFO

FULL NAME: Marie Rae Spengler

NICKNAMES: Sisi (by Callie), Mimi (by Cathleen), Brown Eyes (by Julian), Dear Friend (by Ariadne), Sweet Child (by Ariadne), Brainiac Junior (by Peter), Freak (by Summerville citizens), Dirt Farmer's Daughter (by Summerville citizens)

FACECLAIM: Kara Lindsay

FANDOM: Ghostbusters (1984-1989; 2021)

BIRTHDAY: January 1st, 1990

ZODIAC SIGN: Capricorn

SEXUALITY: Demisexual

GENDER: Female (she/her/hers)

OCCUPATION: Assistant professor of psychology at USC (2018-2020, lost job due to COVID), virtual lab researcher at Cornell University (2020-2021), Adjunct professor at Columbia University (2022-currently), Ghostbuster (2021-currently)

BIRTHPLACE: Manhattan, New York City, New York

LIVES IN: Manhattan, New York City, New York (birth-age 3, age 28-31, age 32-currently) || Summerville, Oklahoma (age 3-16, age 31-32) || Stanford, California (age 16-19) || Chicago, Illinois (age 19-23) || Philadelphia, Pennsylvania (age 23-28)

NATIONALITY: American

FAMILY:

Julian Matthews (lover/partner/significant other)

Egon Julian "E.J." Spengler (son)

Hazel Spengler (daughter)

Elijah Spengler (son)

Egon Spengler (father, died 2021)

Cathleen Paige Spengler (mother)

Callie Spengler (older sister)

Unnamed ex-brother-in-law

Trevor Spengler (nephew)

Phoebe Spengler (niece)

Edison Spengler, Sr. (paternal grandfather), deceased 1983)

Ruth Spengler [nee Westelman] (paternal grandmother, deceased 2001)

Elon Spengler (paternal uncle, deceased 2014)

Noelle Spengler [nee Rosenfeld] (paternal aunt)

Edison Spengler, Jr. (paternal cousin)

Cyrus Spengler (great uncle, deceased 2002)

Benjamin Paige (maternal grandfather, died 1988)

Colleen Paige [nee Tillens] (maternal grandmother, died 2008)

David Paige (maternal uncle)

Joanne Paige [nee Vogel] (maternal aunt)

Jill Paige (maternal cousin)

Mark Paige (maternal cousin)

Mitchell Paige (maternal cousin)

Lucinda “Cindy” Paige (maternal cousin)

Christopher Paige (maternal cousin)

Theresa Paige (maternal cousin)

Sharon Paige (maternal cousin)

Caroline Tiffin [nee Paige] (maternal aunt)

Glenn Tiffin (maternal uncle)

Ronald Tiffin (maternal cousin)

Anthony Tiffin (maternal cousin)

Jackson “Sonny” Tiffin (maternal cousin)

Abel Paige (maternal uncle)

Rebecca Paige [nee O'Connor] (maternal aunt)

Loretta Paige (maternal cousin)

Erika Paige (maternal cousin)

Dominic Paige (maternal cousin)

Eleanor Paige (maternal cousin)

Melanie Paige (maternal cousin)

Katrina Paige (maternal cousin)

Constance “Connie” Whelan [nee Paige] (maternal aunt)

Douglas Whelan (maternal uncle)

Monty Whelan (maternal cousin)

Timothy Whelan (maternal cousin)

Gina Whelan (maternal cousin)

Felicity Whelan (maternal cousin)

Adam Paige (maternal uncle)

Helen Paige [nee Rafferty] (maternal aunt)

Olivia Paige (maternal cousin)

Holly Paige (maternal cousin)

Cynthia Paige (maternal aunt)

Peter Venkman (honorary uncle)

Dana Barrett (honorary aunt)

Oscar Venkman [born Wallance, formerly Barrett] (honorary cousin)

Eliana “Elly” Venkman (honorary cousin)

Andrew Venkman (honorary cousin)

Kelly Venkman (honorary cousin)

Ray Stantz (honorary uncle)

Willow Olson (honorary aunt)

Addison Stantz (honorary cousin)

Natalie Stantz (honorary cousin)

Grace Stantz (honorary cousin)

Janine Melnitz (honorary aunt)

Louis Tully (honorary uncle)

Lily Tully (honorary cousin)

MOODBOARD

CHARACTERISTICS: Intelligent, academic, plucky, organized, reserved, brilliant, bright, tortured, stoic, self-sacrificial, cocky, poised

LIKES: Science, occult, classic literature, spending time with her father, playing the piano, playing the violin, baking, libraries, theater, working in the lab with her father and with Phoebe, atmospheric music, Julian's voice

DISLIKES: Being bullied, Summerville, Gozer the Gozerian, the Peck family, Callie's ex-husband, how clingy Lily can be, being touched when she's feeling overstimulated

WEAPON OF CHOICE:

PKE Meter

Proton Pack

Ghost Trap

Gigameter

Tobin's Spirit Guide

Occult Reference Net

OTHER PERSONAL INFO:

Was diagnosed as autistic around her second birthday.

Graduated from high school as valedictorian at age 16, completed her bachelor's degree in theoretical physics at Stanford in just one year, completed her master's degree in both criminology and psychology from Stanford at age 19, completed her first PhD in psychology from Northwestern University at 23, completed her second PhD in parapsychology from Drexel University at age 27, and received her third PhD in nuclear engineering through an accelerated doctorate program at age 28.

Was born in the early hours of 1990 following the defeat of Vigo the Carpathian.

During her time at Northwestern, she saw Callie in a grocery store with five-year-old Trevor and two-year-old Phoebe. The sisters were estranged at the time, so Marie did not approach them, and left before Callie could see her.

Fluent in Hebrew, Yiddish, French, German, Spanish, Dutch, European and Latin Spanish, Flemish, Irish Gaelic, Scottish Gaelic, German, Greek, Italian, Portuguese, Dutch, Latin, and Sumerian

INSPIRATION: Katherine Plumber Pulitzer (Newsies), Amy Santiago (Brooklyn Nine Nine), Jemilla (Firebringer), Temperance "Bones" Brennan (Bones), Nina Rosario (In The Heights), Will Graham (Hannibal), Marian Paroo (The Music Man), Dr. Elizabeth Weir (Stargate: Atlantis)

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don’t cry, snowman.

Don't cry, snowman, not in front of me Who'll catch your tears if you can't catch me, darling If you can't catch me, darling Don't cry, snowman, don't leave me this way A puddle of water can't hold me close, baby Can't hold me close, baby

summary: Instead of celebrating Christmas at Hogwarts as he usually does, Laurent King decides to help out at his aunt’s bakery. A surprise comes to him, hilarious for many, despicable to him. Oscar Whelan is here to give him support, but Laurent realizes that he might be the one to give support instead.

notes: Merry Christmas, you guys!!! Here is a mix of fluff and angst!

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Hey Laurent.

Are you having a good time at Hogwarts? I sure hope so. I can’t say I’ve been having a lot of fun, honestly: Exams, studying, exams, studying. Oh, wait, I forgot something else. Exams again. There you go. Now you can understand what I have to deal with.

But let’s turn these frowns upside down! I often say that, huh? And you seem to hate it an awful lot, judging by the way you roll your eyes whenever I say it. Heh! What are cousins supposed to do, besides annoying each other? Anyway, I’m getting off topic. Christmas holidays are coming! Are you staying at Hogwarts, or coming home to your dad’s? I’m not twisting your arm or anything, but if I’m honest, the bakery could really, really use your help. We’re about to face the Christmas rush, after all… but fear not! We have an idea to deal with it. And believe me, it’s going to be really, really fun. You like fun, don’t you? So think about it, please! Mum, Dad and I will greet you with open arms. How about you spend Christmas with us as well? Your old man doesn’t seem to appreciate the holiday as much as he used to… anyway. Write me back!

Love,

Cyril.

Laurent should have expected that his cousin was manipulating him as soon as he had read the words ‘it’s going to be really, really fun’. Of course such sentence would be used to catch his attention, how had he been so blind? I promise you, Cyril had said as soon as he had set foot into the bakery, coat still on and heavy luggage numbing his fingers, it’s going to be a blast. Like a fool, Laurent had believed him, because hey, it’s Christmas. No one gets tricked on Christmas, right?

Newsflash: Laurent has been extremely, terribly, badly wrong. He has been, as unlikely as it sounded, tricked, and the fact that it was coming from Cyril came across as a huge punch on his pride. Since when was he able to do such thing? Wasn’t he, like, too earnest to pull this sort of thing? Decidedly, Laurent didn’t really know his cousin. If at all.

As he pulled out the Christmas Elf costume out of a fancy, shiny bag, Laurent went quite close to grab his stuff and leave. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Somehow, his brain had done all the equations needed, and he had exactly figured out what was about to happen. Remnants of memories came to him, ones of a conversation he had overheard between his aunt and uncle:

The holidays are always a good time to promote our bakery. Just what could we do, hm? Organize some kind of event, perhaps?

He had paid little thought to these words, but, Merlin, he should have. Maybe then, he would have answered differently to Cyril’s letter.

“I’m dead serious, Lau. Mum got the best of the best of ideas! I swear, let--stop walking away, let me tell you, sit down and have a croissant and just listen!” Reluctantly, Laurent did so, but took himself a macaron instead. “Now, what do kids like, huh? Sugar! Of course they like that! And what does our bakery sells, you ask?”

“Cyril.” A sigh heaved from Laurent’s lips as he titled his head, half annoyed, half fearful. “Just tell me what I have to do… though I think I have it figured out by now.”

A smile came to grace his cousin’s features. What a handsome man! anyone would have said. What a prick, Laurent was currently thinking. He knows exactly what he is doing. Oh Merlin, I should have stayed at Hogwarts. I could have been sipping hot cocoa with Barnaby. BARNABY! And now-- “Well,” Cyril spoke again, brandishing the costume proudly. “We made a deal with the local mall, we’re gonna host a Meet Santa stand! Isn’t that, like, the best idea ever? I’m tellin’ you so! Dad’s gonna dress as Santa, Mum’s gonna be Santa’s wife. And I will be the kind man offering free pastries to children to encourage them, and their parents, to visit our bakery! Which leaves you--”

“As the lovely Christmas Elf.” Despite how disarrayed he seemed, a smile curved his lips, because even he had to admit it: the situation was hilarious. Anyone would have laughed at Laurent, so why not do the same, huh? Maybe it will help me deal with this. Just… smile and laugh, my guy. Smile and laugh.

“The lovely Christmas Elf indeed! You’ll take pictures of the kids when they sit on Dad’s— Santa’s lap. You’re going to be great!”

Smile and laugh. Smile and laugh.

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Smile and laugh. Smile and laugh. Despite repeating himself these words like a mantra, shame kept blossoming inside his chest, spreading through his entire body until it even reached his fingertips. I. Look. Ridiculous. This is the day I die, most definitely. Oh Merlin. Wait a second. Do people from my middle school come to this mall…? Oh NO, they definitely fucking DO, this is the fucking local fucking mall. Dear Merlin, this is it. Leave orchids on my grave. My life is over. And it’s going to end with me wearing shorts and thighs.

Striped thighs with the colors reminiscent of a candy cane, along with a bright green shirt and shorts as well as a ridiculous hat. To top it off, he had to wear pointy shoes… and fake elf ears. Not to mention the glitter his aunt insisted to put on his cheeks.

My, you look lovely, she  had said while combing his hair with her fingers, trying (and failing) to make them look more proper. Your mother would be proud. You know, she had quite the Christmas spirit! She wanted to name you Noel, but eventually settled on Laurent. Laurent hadn’t said anything, had simply forced a smile, but only one comment only floated over his mind: she wouldn’t have been proud to see me wear such a ridiculous outfit, believe me.

Prideful, much?

Seeing the kids happily yelling at the sight of who they believed to be Santa Claus made all of this somewhat worthy, however. After photographing kid after kid sitting on his uncle’s lap while listing to him the gifts they wanted, he had almost, almost forgotten about his ridiculous outfit. Hell, he even became sort of playful; chatting with children and pretending to be an actual Elf from the North Pole. They were mesmerized, needless to say, and none of them had seemed to notice just how fake his ears were. Well, I’m making them dream. That’s good. Dreaming is the best thing to do.

He had forgotten about one tiny, tiny thing, however. The day before, he had been… well, no need to sugarcoat it: he had been horrified at the thought of looking so ridiculous. And so, in the depths of his despair, he had called his best friend Oscar Whelan and had… well, ranted quite a lot. And made sure to apologize at the end of the conversation once he realized how had been acting. God, I must seem like the biggest drama queen, huh? You’re not seeing it right now, but I’m blushing like hell. He had heard Oscar’s laugh, then his voice. Come on Lau, I called you to whine when I lost my favorite book. I was almost crying. Tell me who is overreacting, now? Alright, maybe still you because it was an amazing book, but you get my drift.

That had made him laugh. Oscar always made him laugh. But as he showed up near the stand, his little sister propped up on his hip, Laurent wasn’t laughing at all. In fact, he was pretty sure his features had gone white. Oh. My. God. Of course he would show up, his sister loves Santa Claus! The thought of hiding behind one of the fake Christmas trees crossed his mind, but he ultimately shoved it away. No, come on. I can do this. I handled kids seeing me like this, why not Oscar? Why should I be embarrassed? Ignoring his heart that was hammering against his ribs, he made a step towards the lineup only to notice Oscar had vanished… and had, actually, made his way over the fake snow to him.

“Hey—”

Laurent cut him, however. Since they were standing a few steps from Santa’s chair, he immediately grabbed Oscar’s wrist and pulled him away so that people won’t think he was thinking of cutting the line.

And as they were far enough, Laurent’s burning cheeks came to hit him full force. “Why are—”

Oscar’s smile was already present, and wasn’t about to leave, Laurent was quite sure of it. As opposed to Cyril’s smile, however, it wasn’t annoying him. Not at all. In fact, it warmed him up, and made him believe that, hey, maybe Oscar seeing me in that costume isn’t that bad after all.

“Aw come on, you exaggerated on the phone! You’re adorable!”

Nevermind. Laurent playfully smacked Oscar’s arms, a smile on his lips. “Don’t say that! I look like a huge idiot, have you seen my hat? The glitter?”

“When Aine begged me to go see Santa at the mall, I firstly knew I couldn’t resist to her smile. And then, it dawned on me: I had to accept anyway, I couldn’t miss the opportunity of seeing such an adorable elf~”

At the mention of ‘elf’, Aine finally pulled her face away from her brother’s shoulder, landing her gaze on Laurent. Immediately he got ready to put on his Christmas Elf act, but was most surprised when the girl blew a raspberry, clearly unimpressed.

“You aren’t a real elf! You’re Laurent, Oscar’s friend! I know, because, because he tells me a lot about you and--”

“And suddenly you aren’t tired anymore, little one?” Oscar piped up. Laurent was so busy shoving back his embarrassment as far as possible, he had made no notice of his friend’s blushing cheeks. “Shall I assume that you pretended to be so that Big Brother Oscar would carry you? Hmmm?”

Little Aine giggled, and began grabbing at Oscar’s hair. As messy as always, just like Lau’s. “Sorryyyyyyyyy.” And then she shifted her attention back to Laurent, staring with wonder at him. “You’re really cute!”

“Isn’t he?” Oscar commented. “Look at that costume. Makes me want to pinch his cheeks.”

“Oscaaaar!” Aine suddenly exclaimed. “We need to get in line! I don’t wanna miss Santa!” Her excited expression just made Laurent realize how adorable children were. Maybe he could have one, someday.

If he ever finds someone to love. Right now, he has very little hope, but that was surely stemming from typical teenage angst, to think you aren’t made for anyone.

Oscar pretended to let out an exasperated sigh, but never did his smile leave his lips. Aine giggled, then yelped as Oscar put her on his shoulders. “Alright, kiddo, let’s go meet your idol. Do you think he accepts autographs? I’ve got a friend, she loves Santa and would love an autograph… what d’ya think, Lau?”

Aine’s giggle only became greater, and Laurent couldn’t help but play along, scratching his chin. “Mhm, that’s a good question, Oscar. I am no true Elf, so I cannot say for sure since I do not know Santa that well… but I’m certain he’d be glad to.” And he winked.

Oscar winked back. “Got it. See ya, cutie.”

Laurent’s reply was instant: “I’m not cute! Not in this costume! I’m ridiculous!”

"Hmm, alright, Ridiculous.” Oscar titled his head, and while many would have told him to shut up, Laurent was too busy admiring the glitter of joy in his eyes. And after all, despite how he was acting, he wasn’t annoyed at all. Oscar would never do anything to truly annoy him, he knew very well of his boundaries. “No, I don’t like that nickname. Nuh-uh. What can I call you, I wonder? How about Elf Man? Got a nice ring to it if you want my opinion. Alright then. Elf Man it is!”

Laurent’s reaction came so suddenly, it even took him by surprise. One minute he was smiling, the other he was roaring with laughter, hands on his ribs and eyes squeezing shut. Oscar Whelan truly was able to make him feel happy, wasn’t he? He tip toed to ruffle his hair, then, with a flick of the hand, gestured him to go. “Go, now! My lunch break’s soon, how about we all grab something together?”

Oscar’s smile was the softest thing he had ever seen. “I’d love that.”

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Right, they didn’t immediately eat. Oscar’s little sister was so excited about the fact that she had finally met Santa Claus that they had to tire her a little before they could sit in peace, and so they had visited some of the many, many shops that the mall held… while Laurent was still in his costume. He has been so enthusiastic about spending time with Oscar, the thought of changing clothes hadn’t even brushed his mind.

Another thought did, however, but he quickly shoved it away: the desire to tell Oscar everything. About himself. About his friends. About his school. About what was, basically, his secret life. The life he was hiding from his best friend. Maybe we can just sit there, and, after we eat, I tell him everything. Hey, Oscar. I’m a wizard. I’m a wizard and I go to a school for wizards. My friends are wizards. Oh Merlin, I’m saying the word ‘wizard’ an awful lot, am I? Anyway. Please accept me. Please remain my friend. Please don’t be freaked out. And don’t tell anyone. I know you won’t do such thing, but still.

The bitter truth, the one that he cannot tell him anything, quickly hit him, tightening his chest and making him stop in his tracks to breathe deeply, thus birthing Oscar’s concerns. Are you ok, Lau?

Yes I am. Don’t worry about me. He remained still for a moment, shoved all of his fears aside, and kept on walking. In order to make him laugh, as they visited a toy store, Oscar decided to joke around with a teddy bear, holding it and talking with a ridiculous voice. It worked, and even Aine began to laugh as well, and eventually got hungry. They all finally sat down to eat at the food court, savoring the delicious pizzas they bought. Dessert came fairly quickly, and while Oscar paid Aine a delicious chocolate milkshake, he and Laurent found themselves enjoying a bowl of candy cane flavored ice cream. Each holding a spoon they happily ate, and conversation came soon enough.

“How are things with Alyssa?”

Alyssa Buckley, known to Laurent as Oscar’s girlfriend. According to his letters they have been dating for two months, but Laurent had never gotten the opportunity to ask questions about her. After all, he would rather talk of this girl with Oscar while face to face… and that was exactly what he was doing at the moment.

Unexpectedly, his friend’s smile wavered, and he took himself a spoonful of ice cream. “We broke up. About a week ago. I got so caught him in the Christmas craze, getting gifts for everyone, that I forgot to tell you… sorry.”

Oh Merlin. I fucked up. Now he’s going to be sad over his breakup. Stupid Laurent, stupid Laurent! An apology immediately came, but he was surprised to see Oscar shrug.

“I’m not… I’m not as hurt as I think I am supposed to be, oddly enough.” He took himself some more ice cream, but didn’t eat it immediately. He simply stared at his spoon, the usual sparkle in his eyes flickering, threatening to die down. “I must sound like a jerk, no? I just… I had the feeling it will end up like this. I had time to prepare myself for it. After all, it always ends up like this with people I date.” That last sentence held great bitterness, and Laurent could only helplessly stare. He had never dated. Never kissed. How could he possibly be of help? “No matter how hard I try,” Oscar spoke again, lowering his spoon and looking down at his hands. “My… My mind always turns back to the same person. Every time. Even though I know I have no chance.”

Now, he had to say something. The words naturally came, without him having to think them through: “You don’t know that, Oscar.” To punctuate his words he reached for his hand, intertwining their fingers slowly.

Oscar took a brief look to their linked fingers, sighing. “Believe me, I do.” His gaze went to meet his, and Laurent’s heart bled with disarray as he saw the look in his eyes.

The joy had vanished, giving way to pure despair coupled with a silver of acceptance. He was heartbroken, but willing to endure it, to give up on his love, as if he felt he wasn’t worthy enough. How painful, Laurent told himself. I can’t imagine how that must feel...

A horrible silence, caused by Oscar’s sadness, settled in and Laurent knew one and one thing only: he could in no way handle seeing his best friend like this. I need to cheer him up. That’s what I gotta do! I’m his best friend, it’s time to fucking deliver! His mischievousness provided him with an idea, and he was quick to take a spoonful of ice cream. He moved as if to eat it… but then suddenly pressed it against Oscar’s nose. “Y’know, if your nose gets red because of the cold, you could be Rudolph for the Meet Santa stand~”

Merlin. It’s a terrible joke. Fuck. He had feared his plan wouldn’t work, but his shoulders relaxed as Oscar began to laugh softly, previously flickering lights of joy steadily going back to life in his eyes as he reached for his own spoon. “You want to play that game, King? I’m sure you will look adorable covered with ice cream~”

He inched closer and Laurent raised his arms to protect himself, pure laughter shaking his shoulders. “Ack, no! You’re gonna ruin my makeup, Whelan! And the costuuuuume!”

“Don’t worry, I won’t ruin your amazing costume.” Oscar giggled, moving his spoon towards Laurent. “I insist however, you take it, I’m not that hungry.”

Laurent was fairly quick to eat the ice cream. After all, how could he possibly miss such opportunity? He gave Oscar a smile, one that, he hoped, conveyed all the love he held for him.

“Keep hope, Oscar.” He said. “You’re an amazing man, anyone would be lucky to date you. I’m sure the girl— or guy that you like reciprocates your feelings. If not, they’re an idiot.”

Silence clung to the air again, but it was a comfortable one. At last Oscar turned to his sister, who was drowsing on her chair. “Well, I guess I have to bring this kiddo back home. How bad do you think my mum will kill me if she learns I let her drink that monstrous amount of milkshake?”

“Really bad. I’ll bring flowers to your funeral.”

“You better.”

They stood up and while Laurent expected Oscar to pick up his sister, he instead stepped forward to pull him into a hug. Right, it’s true, we always do that before we leave. But this hug… it’s… It was the most loving hug he had gotten from Oscar Whelan. Right, all of his hugs were loving, but that one’s love felt stronger. Much stronger, and Laurent allowed himself to sink into that love by hugging him as tight as possible. They swayed together for a while, just a little.

I love him so much. He’s the greatest friend.

As they pulled away, Oscar pressed a kiss on Laurent’s forehead, then carefully picked up his sister. “See you, Lau.”

[catherinestark-hphm]

Catherine met Oscar and Lau is exasperated.

(They are posing for a photo)

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Oscar and Lau belong to @slytherin-puffskein uwu

[catherinestark-hphm]

Merman Oscar and Pirate Cath

Cath became a mermaid after marrying Prince Oscar and becoming his Queen. The ocean welcomed her as its child and blessed her with longevity and a mermaid tail/body.

This is part of a clownery between @slytherin-puffskein and I about Oscath dkdkdod we clowned over this AU and maybe I'll write about it uwu one day

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Anyways I clowned with Silver so here's a small OscarxCath from the clowning. I wanted to color it but ehhh

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Oscar Whelan belongs to @slytherin-puffskein uwu

[slytherin-puffskein]

oc interview . Oscar Whelan

yes, I’m doing it for Oscar as well.

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name ➔ Several minutes fly past as Oscar is plunged into the deepest silent, a thoughtful look in his eyes. Suddenly he blinks, and looks up. “Oh, sorry, got lost in my thoughts. Interview, you said? That’s weird. No one will try and say the truth, they’ll want to create a better version of themselves. I’ll try to be as honest as possible, just to piss these people off. I’m Oscar Whelan.”

are you single ➔ “Yeah, I am. ‘Single, ready to mingle’? Not quite sure that fits me, though.”

are you happy ➔ A chuckle slips off his lips, one he had been unable to hold back. “It’s subjective, isn’t it? My happiness can be your bane. I guess I’m happy, though.”

are you angry ➔ “I got a lot of reasons to be angry. Look at our government. Fattening themselves up with money and leave innocent people to rot.”

are your parents still married ➔ “They aren’t married, but they are still together. Or well, as united as they can be. Their jobs are... well, they keep ‘em busy.”

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NINE FACTS:

birthplace ➔ “Dublin, in Ireland.”

hair color ➔ “Brown. I’ve been wanting to dye them purple, though. I think it would look nice, I just need to find the right kind of hair dye. Tried bleaching them once. It ended pretty badly.”

eye color ➔ “Brown.”

birthday ➔ “I’m born on February 5th. I think Laurent told me that means I’m an Aquarius. I believe it’s that sign? I can’t say I really read stuff concerning the zodiac.”

mood ➔ “Honestly? I’m hungry as hell.” 

gender ➔ “I’m a man.”

summer or winter ➔ “Winter. People say it’s the dead season, but I don’t think it’s the case. I think it’s the most beautiful one with how still and quiet everything is. It’s not the dead season, it’s the peaceful season.”

morning or afternoon ➔ He lazily tilts his head, propping his chin into his palm. “Afternoon, because of the golden hour. It’s beauty inspires me to write the most beautiful, meaningful songs.”

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

are you in love ➔ “Yes, I’m in love.”

do you believe in love at first sight ➔ “Interest at first sight is a thing. But love at first sight? I don’t think so.”

who ended your last relationship ➔ “Her. But if she hadn’t, I would have.”

have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ “Yes. I can’t say it was very pleasing.”

are you afraid of commitments ➔ “I am, to a certain extent. To spend your life with someone else is something you can’t decide on a whim. I want to make sure I’m with the right person.”

have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ He awkwardly bites his bottom lip, as if the thought of actually lying had brushed his mind for a second. “No.”

have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ “I heard that people admire me for my music and my band... but then, if I know about it, it’s not really a secret, right?”

have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ To tell the truth can be an awfully hard feat. “Yes.”

SIX CHOICES

love or lust ➔ “Love, of course!”

lemonade or iced tea ➔ “Iced tea.”

cats or dogs ➔ “Dogs. I used to have one when I was younger.”

a few best friends or many regular friends ➔ “A few best friends who I can trust with all my heart.”

wild night out or romantic night in ➔ Many people would expect Oscar Whelan to choose the first option, but the dreamy look taking upon is eyes is enough to prove everyone wrong. “Romantic night in. Nothing is better than that, if you want my opinion. Just-- imagine. I set up some sort of, like, pillow fort. Also fairy lights. I use my record player to play music, maybe even bring my guitar. And we talk. Just talk. Talking without beautifying oneself is kind of lost, honestly. People pretend. I don’t want to pretend with someone, and romantic nights are the best time to be at your most sincere self.”

day or night ➔ “Night. I can spend hours just stargazing.”

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

been caught sneaking out ➔ “Nope. I can sneak pretty well.”

fallen down/up the stairs ➔ “A few times when I was drunk.”

wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ He doesn’t hide the truth. He never will. “Yes.”

wanted to disappear ➔ “Everyone does, at some point. I’m not special.”

FOUR PREFERENCES

smile or eyes ➔ “Eyes. I’ve somewhere that one’s eyes are the window to their soul, and I think it’s as true as it is beautiful.”

shorter or taller ➔ “Shorter, but that’s because I’m taller than everyone else.”

intelligence or attraction ➔ “Intelligence. I don’t care how someone looks.”

hook-up or relationship ➔ “Relationship.”

FAMILY

do you and your family get along ➔ “My sister and I are extremely close. My parents and I? I don’t think I can say the same. It’s not that I don’t like them, they’re just not very present. Always working, y’know.”

would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ “I guess? Again, it’s kind of subjective. One’s messy life can be a normal one for another.”

have you ever run away from home ➔ “No. I go out for a few hours, but I always come back to take care of my sister.”

have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ “Nope.”

FRIENDS

do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ “If I did, it wouldn’t be a friend, don’t you think?”

do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ “I have few true friends, and I all consider them as good friends.”

who is your best friend ➔ A soft smile comes to grace his features. “Laurent King. I can always count on him, and I hope he knows he can count on me as well.”

who knows everything about you ➔ “Laurent.”

[slytherin-puffskein]

2, 17, 24, & 63 for the OC asks please!! 👀👀👀👀👀

2. What is their sexuality?

Oscar is bisexual! He usually leans more towards women.

17. Where were they born?

He is born in Dublin, and dreams to get out as soon as he can. He strives to explore the world.

24. Do you know their MBTI type?

I just took a test, and here is what I got: INFP-T, The Mediator!

Strengths: Idealistic, Seeks Value and Harmony, Open-Minded, Flexible, Passionate, Energetic, Hard Working.

Weaknesses: Difficult to Get to Know, Secretive, Too Altruistic

63. What is always guaranteed to make them smile?

One thing that is guaranteed to make Oscar Whelan smile is music. He adores it, even sees it as one of life’s blessings. Music is to him a doorway to another world that is dying to be explored, and he gladly walks to it.