#I forgot I could change the font | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

bakedbakermom · 1 year ago

Text

Takeout Interruptus (read on ao3) fluff and humor // T // 1k words tagging @today-in-fic @ao3feed-msr

A makeout session is interrupted by an over-enthusiastic delivery boy who just can't take a hint. (Note: "OK Chinese Restaurant" is a real place in the SF Bay Area, so I hope you will forgive me for the name. I always wanted to open another place across the street called "Good Chinese Restaurant.")

Scully’s tongue thrusts hot and wet into his mouth, her hands tangled in his hair. She gasps as his fingers slip under the hem of her shirt to begin a teasing journey up the sweet plains of her stomach, inching higher and higher... when a loud knock sounds at Mulder’s door. “Sorry,” he murmurs against her lips. “Forgot I ordered food.”

She whines when he pulls away, though her stomach is rumbling. “Hurry back, G-Man.”

He smiles over his shoulder as he grabs his wallet and opens the door, revealing a gangly teenager with bright red hair, a smattering of acne, and an anemic little caterpillar of a mustache valiantly attempting to crown his upper lip. In his hands are two bulging bags of takeout, their stylized font proudly proclaiming them the product of Mr. Fung’s OK Chinese Restaurant (Ask About Two-for-One Tuesday Special!).

“Hey, Zack, how’s it going?”

“Good, Mr. Mulder, thanks. That’ll be $27.50.” He holds the bags up for emphasis and Mulder thumbs through his wallet. “Hey, so, you were right about that book you told me about, the one with the yetis? Susie thought it was really cool and now I think maybe she thinks I might be really cool and so I was just wondering if you had any, like, recommendations for more? Because, like, I’m not great with girls, and she’s so pretty and so smart and she smells, like, so good and I just don’t want to blow it, like—“

Mulder pulls out a few worn bills with an unnecessary flourish, waving them right under the boy’s nose, and Zack’s motor mouth dies abruptly. “Next time, okay? Keep the change.”

Oblivious, the young man bumbles on. “Come on, man, it’s just that I’m, like, really nervous? I’m supposed to meet up with her after my shift tonight and she was like, ‘it’s no big deal’ but, like, it’s a super big deal and you’re always so, like, suave and stuff I just thought maybe—”

“Zack,” Mulder says with emphasis, though not without kindness. “I’m a little busy tonight.”

The boy peers around his shoulder into the living room. “Oh hey, Ms. Scully.” She smiles indulgently and wiggles her fingers at him in a small wave. “You guys got some cool new case going on? Oh is it gross? Susie loves when I talk about the gross ones, that Flukeman thing had her fascinated for days so maybe you could just, like, give me a few details and I could like—”

He is inching closer to the door and Mulder sticks a hand out to grab the frame, his forearm forming a barricade before the boy can cross the threshold. “Not exactly, Zack.” Scully can’t see his face, but she can hear in his voice the wide eyes, the raised brows, the way his mouth presses into a thin line as he silently begs the boy to take the damn hint (and the money) and go.

Zack peeks around him again, slower this time, and his eyes widen along with his grin. His gaze flicks back and forth as he takes in Scully’s pinked cheeks, Mulder’s disheveled hair, the coffee table with a pair of near-empty wine glasses and no casefiles in sight. “Oh man! Oh, oh wow. Is this—? Are you—? Oh man!” He gives Mulder a bony but encouraging punch on the shoulder, thumping him in the gut with the takeout bag in the process. “Yeah, sorry, yeah, no, you got it, Mr. Mulder, I’m outta here, say no more, I’ll just, yeah, okay uh—”

He bolts all of three steps before realizing he forgot something, and nearly drops it all as he tries to hand Mulder both bags and take the money at the same time, with only two knobby arms to handle the job. One more glance into the living room, his smile so big it looks painful and shows off an impressively shiny array of orthodontics. “Yeah, okay, bye guys, have a good night, I mean, uh, I’ll just—”

“Bye, Zack.”

“Right, yeah, uh, bye!” He nearly trips over his own oversized feet as he sprints down the hall, shoes squeaking all the way. Rolling his eyes, Mulder pushes the door shut—but not before they hear him whispering excitedly to himself, “Wait ‘til I tell Susie about this!” His voice cracks on the last word.

“Scully?” Mulder asks as he turns back to her. “Do you ever get the feeling that everyone in the world was just waiting for us to get together, and we were too dumb to see it?”

She rises from the couch and takes the bags, then pushes up on her toes to press her mouth fleetingly to his. “Frequently. I’m pretty sure Skinner has Barbie dolls of us and he makes them kiss when he thinks no one is watching.”

He follows her into the kitchen, grabbing plates from the shelves she can’t reach while she rummages through the drawers for clean utensils. When she turns to face him, she finds him already close enough to touch, close enough that his body heat washes over her in a wave that sends tingles from her scalp to her toes. He grabs the counter on either side of her waist, trapping her between the firm brackets of his arms. “Think that kid is gonna get lucky tonight?”

Scully smiles, hooking her fingers through his belt loops and pulling until his hips are flush with hers. She threads her hands into his hair and pulls his face down close. “The more pressing question is,” she whispers, her breath ghosting over his lips, “are you going to get lucky tonight?”

“Would it improve my chances if I started talking about yetis?”

She reaches around, squeezes his ass with both hands, and he yelps as he bucks against her. “Let’s not risk it,” she smirks into his mouth, and kisses him like she wants to swallow him whole.

The takeout goes cold on the counter, but warms up nicely for a midnight snack.

I could not get this idea out of my head. At first I wanted to make it a scene in a larger piece of smut, but ultimately decided it was too funny and needed to be shared on its own. So. Here you go. I do not know why all my fics lately are food-related.

#x files fanfic #the x files #xf fic #xf fanfic #dana scully #fox mulder #msr #xfiles #the xfiles #mulder and scully #my fic #my writing #dailytxf #takeout interruptus

78 notes · View notes

fairlyang · 11 months ago

Text

Helping Miles 🕷️

In which you and Miguel help Miles with his Spanish

w/c: 1.6K

pairing: miguel o’hara x mexican!reader

tags: fluff, Spanish lesson, you're dating Miguel

notes: free spanish lesson 💅🏼💅🏼

I was walking over to Miguel's office to look something up on his screens when I hear some running towards me and I turn around. "Oh hey Miles! You alright?" I ask letting out a chuckle seeing him try to catch his breath.

He puts a finger up and I nod. He calms his breathing down and I nod. "H-Hey Y/n"

"What's up?" I ask raising an eyebrow.

"You're Mexican like Miguel right....? He trails on and I nod.

"Yeah... Why?" I ask curious.

"Well I was wondering if you could help me with some Spanish...." he says looking down at his shoes.

"Spanish?" I ask and he nods.

"Yeah sure why not. What do you need help with specifically?" I ask walking towards Miguel's office.

"Maybe some pronunciation on big words, ohh the difference between ending a word in o and a." He says and I nod.

"That sounds easy enough. This'll be fun!" I say with a smile and he grins.

"I wanna surprise my mom by not talking in ‘spanglish’ like she says." He explains and I chuckle.

That's understandable." I say and open the door to Miguel's office letting him go inside before me.

"Ah- are you sure I can be in here-“

"It's fine you're with me! If he bitches l'll get it under control." | reassure him and he slowly nods.

I smile and motion for him to sit on the chair by Miguel's desk. I pull another chair and sit next to him.

1 pull up Miguel's laptop and get on a blank page on word. I make it so the font is big so we can both see it well. "Alright to start things off, in Spanish adjectives usually end in o and a. Words that end in 'o' are masculine. Words that end in 'a' are feminine." 1 explain and he nods along.

1 type it in simple terms and write examples below it.

"So if I were to say 'Mayday is pretty'."

"Mayday esta bonita?"

"Exactly! How about 'Miguel is tired'." I ask and look over at him.

"Miguel esta c-cansado?" He responds and I nod.

"Good job! See these are easy and simple. Now something people always mess up by accident is the word embarrassed-"

"Oh my god- listen I did it a couple times- but it's not my fault the word pregnant in Spanish sounds like embarrassed!!" He says and I laugh.

"It's not your fault, they do sound similar. Do you remember what the word for embarrassed is though?" I ask and he closes an eye and thinks.

"No I forgot it again but I know it's not embarazado." He says and I chuckle.

"Indeed it isn't. It is avergonzado. Or avergonzada. Or even the word vergüenza, which is like 'being embarrassed." I say and type it all out.

"And vergüenza wouldn't change to an o right?" He asks and I nod.

"Exactly. Your knowledge is good Miles! What else do you need help with?" I ask and turn to face him.

"What the fuck is vosotros?"

"We ignore that completely, and yes they'll say it's important in school, no you won't ever use it unless you happen to go to Spain." I say jokingly and he laughs.

"Alright well hmm... oh what is cho-"

"What the hell are you doing here?" Miguel's voice makes us both jump a bit but Miles shakes a bit even after.

"I'm teaching him some Spanish!" I say turning around to look at him and stand up while he scoffs.

"Shouldn't he already know-"

"I do! But what they teach in class is a bit different." Miles says and widens his eyes after he realized he interrupted Miguel.

"In my office?" He asks with a hand on his hip looking directly at him.

I stand in front of Miles and he stands up. "I was already planning on coming here but Miles asked if I could teach him and here we are." I explain and he raises an eyebrow.

"Plus this is good practice for our future kids." I tease and his eyes widen with his cheeks getting all red.

Miles snickers behind me and I quickly look at him and give him warning eyes. "So wanna help out?" I ask turning back at him and motion for him to join us.

He sighs and walks over to us. "What are you teaching him?"

"The basics, las palabras femeninas y masculinos." I explain and motion towards his laptop. (The feminine and masculines words)

"Y usaste mi compu-" (and you used my lapt-)

"Yeah? I thought it was easier than your iPad." | say biting my lip and his mouth is agape.

"You were gonna use m-"

"We could do this all night love, c’mon what else can we teach Miles?" I ask.

"How many bad words do you know?" He asks with a slight smirk making me roll my eyes.

He leans down and whispers in my ear, "Those are literally the basics cielo." I roll my eyes once again and take a sip of water from Miguel's bottle.

"Uhh I know what coño is and I wanted to ask what chocha is?" (pussy ×2)

I spit out the water and laugh. "Do not tell him, his mom will kill us-"

"Well there's a day in a young man's life-"

I punch his arm and give him a warning glare. He sighs and leans over to Miles whispering in his ear.

"MIGUEL O'HARA NO TE ATREVAS-" (DON'T YOU DARE) He pulls away with a smirk and I shake my head.

"Si me mata te culpo inmediatamente." I threaten and he smiles. (If she kills me l'll blame you immediately)

"Que romántica." He says and kisses my forehead. (How romantic)

"Wait how would you properly pronounce inmedia-inmidia-"

"Say it slowly kid. Think of the syllables and split them up." Miguel says and towers over me to type it out.

He makes it bigger so Miles can see how to pronounce each syllable. "Try that."

"In-me-dia-ta-men-te."

"Good now try it all together, slowly" Miguel says and Miles nods.

"Inmediatamente." Miles says and I clap.

"Yay Miles!" I cheer with a big smile.

Miguel nods at him and tries to hide a smile. "Now say it normally"

"Inmediatamente."

Miguel covers my mouth before I could cheer for him again and I gasp. "Say it in a sentence."

"Uh- me tengo que ir inmediatamente." Miles says and I clap. (I have to leave immediately)

Miguel moves his hands from my mouth and I lean over to hug Miles. "You did so good! I'm so proud of you!"

Miles laugh and cautiously hugs me back. But after a few seconds he does it normally and I grin. I pull away and look at him, "practice makes perfect okay?"

"Pronunciation is a bit hard especially for longer words but if you split them up and do it slowly you'll get the hang of saying bigger words!" I say and give him an encouraging smile.

"Thanks Y/n, thank you Miguel I really appreciate the help! We should do this daily" He says with a big smile and I nod.

"I'm down whenever, I wanna see that Spanish grade improve alright?" I say and raise an eyebrow at him.

He laughs and nods. "How about a few more words?"

"Sure. Mmm oh-" I say and type American in Spanish on my laptop.

"What on earth is that?!?" He asks with wide eyes and I chuckle.

"American."

"It's not just americano??!?!" He asks dumbfounded and I laugh.

"| mean you can say it like that but this way is more proper I guess. Here try doing what Miguel did and separate it out in syllables." I say and move the laptop closing to him.

He nods and looks closely at the letters. Miguel was right behind me and he put his hands around my shoulders. I watch Miles and smile. He's a smart kid.

"Okay I think I got it?"

"Let me see." I say and move the laptop in front of me on the desk.

"You did it perfectly! Now can you say the syllables?"

"Es-ta-do-un-i-den-se"

"That's good kid now say it slowly." Miguel says encouragingly and I smile.

"Estadounidense"

"Good. Now in a sentence"

"Gwen es estadounidense?"

"Good job kid!" Miguel says with a chuckle and pats him on the back. Miles smiles up at him his eyes filled with glee.

I look down at the laptop and type his next word. Miles looks over and waves his hand. "I know this one. Tristemente. Tristemente ya me tengo que ir-but actually I have to go back for dinner!!" He says and runs off out the door.

Then he comes running back in with a wide grin, "thank guys!! I'll be back soon!" And runs off again. I smile and saved the file and label it 'Helping Miles'.

"You did a good job teaching him." Miguel says and sits down next to me.

"You did as well love, thanks for some compassion." I say genuinely and reach over to hold his hand.

"I mean he got really excited to learn. Can't hold that against him." He says with a shrug.

"I'm proud of you. It's a step forward and you'll be able to properly have conversations in Spanish with someone else at HQ besides me!" I say and grin.

"Como ya tengo ganas de enseñarles a nuestros hijos..." he says and my eyes widen. (I kinda now wanna teach our children.....)

"Really?" I say with a happy expression.

"Yeah." He says with a bright smile and I wrap my around him hugging him and kiss his cheek.

"Te adoro, te amo tanto. Vas hacer una mamá increíble." He whispers and I feel tears coming in. (I adore you, I love you so much. You're going to be an incredible mom)

"Serás un papa fantástico, amor. Te amo." | say and kiss his cheek again. (You'll be a fantastic father, love. I love you)

He wraps his arms around me as we stay like that having me wonder and dream of our future little bilingual babies.

#Miguel ohara #Miguel o’hara #across the spiderverse #miguel ohara oneshot #miguel o hara #atsv miguel #miguel ohara imagine #Miguel ohara fluff

56 notes · View notes

purplephloxpress · 2 years ago

Text

总有一天 a place to hide (can't find one near) - yiqie

That’s just the thing, isn’t it? Wei Ying feels nothing. He doesn’t feel anything, and this emptiness should scare him. He knows he should be scared. He wants to be scared. He isn’t. Fear itself is never scary; fear is just a response. It means that your body wants you alive. It’s the absence of terror that scares him.

I had SO MUCH FUN with this bind! This one had a lot of firsts for me, and is one that I really poured my heart into due to its particular emotional impact on me (tl;dr - I was a piano major in college, burned out, this fic helped me fall in love with music again). It's an Untamed WangXian Pianists AU (TW for anyone interested that it deals with attempted suicide and life following that) and I tried to tie that into the design details literally everywhere I could think of. Black and white cover paper, music note scene breaks, and my absolute favorite part to create: sheet music title pages. The particular song used for that is a recurring motif in the fic and one that means a lot to me personally, and I knew I wanted to include it somehow. Unfortunately I couldn't find an existing image of the sheet music that was high enough quality to use how I wanted, so I used a sheet music program to input it myself!

This book was my first time doing any sort of edge decoration, and I had fun figuring out how to splatter paint with a toothbrush (Spouse: is that supposed to be blood? Me: no but also... kind of?) and it was also my first time doing endbands! (Shout out to the friends who walked me through it over voice chat one evening, and then rolled their eyes when I announced that I'd torn them out and done them over again. Twice.) I went with red and black for both of those parts to match the main characters canonical color scheme, and also because I liked the dramatic pop of color against the black and white cover.

Spine titling was done once again with a foil quill, and I decided to paint the Chinese title of the fic on the cover. I couldn't find a paintbrush that let me get as fine tipped and detailed as I wanted so I may or may not have used a toothpick to paint it on.

I prevailed over: somehow deleted half of my page numbers and had to reprint the WHOLE THING! Forgot to measure the boards as part of my spine width and had to do surgery with 2mm strips of paper! (Thankfully had allowed plenty of hinge because I didn't realize until I'd finished ALL of the titling and I would have cried if I couldn't salvage it) Truly this is my child and I adore how it turned out. Is it perfect? No. Are there things I would change? Sure. But I learned and I did and I'm so goddamn proud of it!

(See below the cut if you want specific details on the binding)

What pieces went into making it:

Fandom: The Untamed

Pairing: Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji

Bookcloth: black Brillianta

Cover paper: black and silver marbled lokta

Endpapers: red cardstock

Titling: foil quill, acrylic paint, acrylic paint pen

Endbands: leather cording for the core, DMC embroidery thread for the bands

Body font: Adobe Garamond Pro

Title fonts: Long Cang and Canva Holiday

Text message font: Nirmala UI

Scene breaks created in Canva

Title page sheet music created using MuseScore

#purplephloxpress #ficbinding #wangxian #the untamed #pianists au #yiqie #fanbinding #renegade bindery #adventures in bookbinding

266 notes · View notes

blue-razzslushie · 5 months ago

Text

Hogwart Legacy AU: Prof.Sharp

Hey chat, how would you feel if I said I forgot I was doing the deep dive of characters with my MC? I was busy dragging myself out of art block but HERE WE GO!!! (I picked this one via a spin wheel, this one is longer then the others ones I've done because firstly my MC is closer with this John Wick wannabe then the others I've done so there's more to write, and secondly because I may or may not be making a fanfic for these two losers, so I have more ideas etc ^^

First Impression:

Sharp:

✭He's heard a lot about the new student even before entering his class, Survived a Dragon attack and first day of classes saving Hogsmeade from Trolls?? Impressive sure but. . . Problem child much??

✭Pretty skilled with potions for a first timer, Not to mention the fact that they managed to stay on task even after Mr.Weasleys attempt at persuasion. Yet again Impressive, and impressing this man is like taking a Dungbog.

Rory:

✭Honestly didn't understand the constant talk about the professor once actually meeting him. They've heard him get called Intimidating, which is true, then again they've faced a troll and an enchanted armor. However, he isn't purposely cruel like they've heard. . . He's just blunt. Just like them fr!

✭Almost immediately one of their favorite professors, straight to the point. That's how they liked it. They liked potions anyway, its like baking in a way. . . They like baking :]

Overall Dynamic/Relationship:

✭ah yes, the classic and never old trope of a grumpy ass man taking a traumatized child under his wing. Starts off as a Mentor and Apprentice Duo, changes into a Adoptive father child duo. [Which they both PROFUSELY DENY for as long as possible] Y'all know it, you love it, it's great. Don't lie you know it's great

✭Mfs are literally same person different font prove me wrong. Sarcastic, Grumpy asf, Straight to the point, PAINFULLY blunt. Like come on man! They give Joel and Ellie or like Batman and Nightwing istg prove me wrong it's impossible.

Over the storyline [Also Fanfic lore!!]:

I don't really mind spoiling parts of the thing I'm writing, if anything it'll help people understand the relationship more!! So here on out I'm gonna talk about my AU so there will be interactions out of game!! It isn't apart of canon!! [Theses events begin to take place after the first trial]

✭One of the most important things Sharp was well known for, his miraculous perception and observance skills. Over the first half of the semester, the Potions Professor clearly noticed things the other staff didn't

✭The new 5th year always seemed to be running in and out of school, Barely making it to classes and at times not attending them at all. Every time, Fig always somehow had a alibi or excuse for them. Not to mention they somehow always have bruises or other random marks on them.

✭Nobody was that clumsy, especially them, he's seen them before and they are in no way a clutz who rams into things as they claim to be.

✭Let me tell you, His spidey senses were TINGLING.

✭Something was going on here, something behind the lines. He was going to find out what, that's for damn sure. If a student is in danger, he'll get to the bottom of it. Damn firm sense of justice

✭First thing he tried to do was ask the Fig about it, as he seems to be knowing more then he's letting on. Especially with his odd request for the potions master to try and find out whatever he could about the Goblins for Merlin's sake

✭Professor sharp MAY have implyed either Fig is purposely putting the student in danger or he didn't care about them all too much. As you would expect, that didn't settle so well, tense conversation turned to a heated argument. Ending it with a slam of a door and getting absolutely no where in his investigation.

✭He could ask the student directly, but judging by how stubborn they are. He doubts he would get a straight answer. . . If one at all. Not like he could tell the headmaster without any proper proof then a suspicious feeling, as if the irritating man would listen.

✭He was at a standstill, deciding to take a walk to thing. . .when he paused at seeing a disillusioned student walking around the main hall. . .wait a minute is that

✭It was Rory, speak of the devil. As he would with any other student he confronted them, after all this hadn't been the first time they've been caught by staff sneaking around at the dead of night. He ultimately decided a weeks worth of detention was suitable, he was in a mood okay give him a break

✭Rory of course was NOT pleased by this news, they had things to do. Ancient magic to discover, trials to prepare for, Demiguise statues to find!! They didn't have the time to scrub cauldrons!! Nevertheless they had to go, despite Figs protests to sharp which fell on dead ears

✭The detentions were. . .not as horrible as expected to say the least. Instead of scrubbing cauldrons the entire time, it became more of a extra class. Sharp, in his downtime brewed potions for the hospital wing and. . . Another project for the headmaster. He always did it himself but since they were here, why not get the kid to help him out a bit? Get ingredients for him, mince them, juice horklumps etc,,,

✭Sharp, for some unknown reason sort of enjoyed the students presence. They were helpful, but not a pushover. Respectful, but also seemed to have a sense of humor judging by the few sarcastic back and forths. They seemed to actually like to learn, being a fast learner at that. A wonderful quality when he began to actually sort of Mentor them with things other then Potions

✭Rory sorta felt the same way, it was a simpler thing to do that week, something that while not being optional was still enjoyable. Turns out the professor has a LOT of story's about His Auror days he surprisingly seems fond of speaking of. While he does emphasize the dangers and tribulations of the job, he doesn't seem to have hated it. If anything it still seems like just as much of a passion as it was when he was an Auror. Maybe they could be an Auror someday. . .

✭After the weeks detentions were over, It was almost a silent agreement that Rory could still return to help and learn a few tips. That was until around winter [aka, after the third trial]. They seemed to act a bit different, More anxious and jumpy. Slowly beginning to not return as much to the classroom. The Professor didn't mind, Whatever, they have their own things to do. However don't think Sharp forgot about the odd behavior from earlier this year, he still knew something was going on. Still kept a good eye on them

✭Rory after the confrontation with Ranrok and the Loss of Lodgok, unfortunately ran out of wiggenwelds and was in no shape to get to the ROR. So It wasn't until they walked into the potions classroom at 3 in the morning under the impression that the Potions Professor was already gone, drenched in blood did all hell broke loose

✭WHAT. WHEN. HOW. IS THAT A ENTIRE CHUNK OUT OF THEIR ARM MISSING???? WHY ARE THEY MORE CONCERNED ABOUT HIM BEING MAD????Safe to say the Professor wasn't pleased to see the student on their deathbed. After getting a few potions in them, it was the quickest this man has moved towards the nearest floo flame to the Hospital Wing

✭Next morning Sharp DEMANDED answers. They tried to pass it off as a wrong place but come on he isn't that daft!! Same time he was trying to push answers out of them, fig came to visit! That made his mood somehow sour more. How was this man so calm? This kid almost died!?

✭The Professors got into a squabble like schoolchildren until Rory had to break it up, promising the professor answers later. Nurse Blainey shooing him out of hospital Wing for "trying to interrogate a patient at 8AM". Sharp was pissed, but decided to be patient. He swears to Merlin if he gets another blatant lie he is going to throw a FIT.

✭He got answers. . . But it wasn't anything he was expecting. Ancient magic? Goblins?? Ranrok?? He had to sit down for a moment istg. This kid was single handedly trying to save the wizarding world while SOMEHOW KEEPING IT UNDER WRAPS? If he wasn't so damn worried and downright flabbergasted he would be genuinely proud.

✭He was asked to keep it on the downlow for now, by both Fig and the student. He honestly didn't know what to do, so he just vowed to help as much as he could. Much to Figs dismay of course. . .

✭He got radio silence from both the kid and their mentor for the next day. Seemingly to vanish off the face of the bloody earth. It wasn't until Professor Weasley was pounding on his door yelling about an attack on the school did things become more tense. Of course Rory had something to do with this. . . Didn't they?

✭Rest of the battle of hogwarts goes as usual, wasn't until the goblins began to actually fall back did the professor set his mind on the kid again. Attempting to find them, and eventually he did!! Yay!! He found them in the slowly but surely collapsing cavern, more distraught and upset then he had ever seen. Oh. . . Not yay

✭Fig was dead, they were in the middle of having a blown panic attack. This wasn't what he was hoping to come back to. He tried to help as much as possible, wasn't too much help tho. He was never good with emotions

✭Rory felt dizzy, fuzzy. . .like really fuzzy. It was like they weren't in control of their own body. After a moment if struggle passing out themself. Which the potions professor. . .absolutely wigged out. Eventually the other professors showed up just in time. . . Well not really

Aftermath/Future:

✭Rory was apparently in a small coma, damage to the head, body over exhausted, not to mention a concussion and several other severe wounds. They were inthe hospital Wing for a good few days

✭To say the professor was worried was a rather huge understatement. Besides Professor Weasley he was up in the Hospital Wing the most. Killed his leg, but that wasn't on his mind. As much as he knows he liked the kid, it felt odd to feel this worried about someone. Ever since his partner died (who aka in my Au was a brother to him) , he's never really felt so concerned, He hid it under a scowl tho

✭Once Rory woke up, they got their ear chewed off for not coming to him with this sooner, not being careful, giving him a heart attack. And also they unfortunately got the harsh demand of a full explanation, nothing left out. They agreed (thank Merlin he did NOT have the patience to fight with them on it anymore)

✭The next week or two they did not leave this man's sight. It only got worse after they managed to sneak out of the castle with Mrs.Onai and defeat Harlow. He was totally correct in his first assumption they were a problem child. If they tried to get out if the castle, "And just where do you think you're running off to?".

✭After the school year ended, and the MANY meetings with the ministry were over. Sharp was officially given the role of Rory's new mentor to help catch then up over the Summer. Not that neither of them had a problem with that of course. . . He did have a few more stories to share after all

I AM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LONG, I HAVE BEEN HYPER FIXATING ON THEM SO BAD AND LIKE GUH. Curse my cringe ass Parental issues. But anyway, Probably going to start writing the fic I mentioned now that this is gonna be posted. I have an outline for what I'm writing so it'll be nice! Still expect a few drawings here and there dw!!

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts oc #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #rory ebony #ravenclaw mc #professor sharp #aesop sharp #Mc deep dive #tumbler #fictional father figures my belovedsssss #Daddy issues helped me make this actually end me #professor fig #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #hl mc #i am cringe but i am free #i am cringe and i am free

20 notes · View notes

hexpea · 8 months ago

Text

Ch. 6 - Dinner

When the two of you arrived at the restaurant, car pulled into the valet spot, Gojo swiftly and smoothly got out to grab your door just as he had when you departed from the hotel. He offered you his hand with a classic 'Gojo' smile plastered on his face.

As you swung your legs out of the vehicle, glaring directly through that damn blindfold, you opted to use the car's door as a stable surface rather than his hand. Feeling dejected, he quickly put his hand away, flattened his facial expression, and closed the door to quickly follow you into the restaurant.

You stepped inside and were immediately welcomed with the familiar soft glow of candlelight that cast shadows on the intricately designed wallpaper. The melodious notes of a grand piano echoed through the air.

"Hello," the maîtred' greeted politely with a cheeky smile as you as the two of you entered, "do you have a reservation?" It seemed like a frivolous question considering you had to have a reservation to get in.

"Hey, Yuki," Gojo greeted the host on a first name basis as he strolled up behind you. You ground your teeth and glared up at Gojo through the side of your eyes.

It was clear the host 'knew' Gojo with how quickly her expression changed and how her cheeks turned bright pink despite the dim lighting of the restaurant. "Satoru," she blushed, "of course, right this way." She nodded to the two of you and began to make her way through the restaurant.

The two of you followed her to one of the private terraces at the back of the restaurant, outside where the summer's night could be enjoyed. She kept her eyes trained on Gojo the whole time as she seated you, even as she slowly closed the door to the small, enclosed patio. Her smile was unmistakable, just as with nearly every woman he encountered, she was completely smitten.

The patio itself had just enough room for the glass table and metal chairs. The few private patios were separated by black, wooden outdoor dividers. A few flowered bushes were placed in the corners to create a comfier environment. The metal chairs also came with plush cushions so the two of you wouldn't be sitting on something cold and hard. The only light came from the lit centerpiece and the already dim restaurant lights coming from the window on the door to inside.

"So," Gojo started as you began to browse the small menu, the font as tiny as could be despite the sizable paper it was typed on. You both sat across from one another, a sense of tension in the air. "You and Seiko-"

"Do you have the papers?" You suddenly asked in order to cut him off, your eyes quickly flickering up to meet his blindfold. "Please don't tell me you 'forgot' them."

He smirked and leaned back in his seat before reaching into his jacket to grab them from the inner pocket. "Now, sweetheart, what would make you think I'd forget them?" He placed them on the table in front of you and gave them a little pat. His face held a seductive grin.

You snatched and unfolded them. They were just a bit wrinkled and still no signature. Before you could request he sign them again, the waiter quietly entered the room and began pouring ice water into the small glasses in front of you, momentarily breaking the tension.

"Can I get the two of you anything to drink?" The waiter asked as he finished pouring, politely looking between you. "For reds, the night's special is a dry Malbec. White is a sweet Malvasia. And we, of course, have our usual variety of hard liquors."

"Just water," you answered quickly, already knowing Gojo would decline to drink as he always did. Out of respect, you didn't want to order anything alcoholic.

"We'll take the Malvasia, the bottle, please," Gojo answered at the same time as you, voice a little louder. You snapped your head toward him at attention. The waiter nodded and quickly slid out of the area and back into the restaurant. "What?" Gojo shrugged, clearly proud of himself. "We're going to need it with all that we need to unpack tonight."

"What's there to unpack?" You shook your head with confusion and a bit of irritation. The divorce was already finalized once. This time, all you needed was a signature.

"Let's have a drink first," Gojo reassured you, putting a hand out as a motion to calm. "Then we can talk all we want."

The waiter had made his way back, showing the two of you the label of the bottle before uncorking and pouring it into your empty wine glasses. The two of you sat in awkward silence as he placed the bottle at the center of the table. Gojo was the first to grab his glass, taking a confident sip as you looked on with a bit of a shocked expression.

"Drink up," Gojo nodded with a crooked grin, motioning with his glass. He hid the grotesque expression he wanted to make from the taste of the bitter liquid, despite it being a sweet white wine.

In the same moment, he comfortably let his blindfold down, revealing his icy, blue eyes. A shiver had run down your spine and your pulse quickened with his intense stare. You hadn't realized just how he was looking at you from behind its fabric, he was piercing you with that gaze.

You narrowed your eyes at him, but picked up your glass anyway and took that first sip. Right away your taste buds were flooded with the intense taste of fruity alcohol. You could taste the flavor of white grapes with hints of pear and citrus. It reminded you of a warm summer's night. It's scent burned your nostrils as you finished your prolonged sip, visions of fireworks danced through your imagination taking you back to a certain moment in time as you watched your white-haired dinner partner.

You began to place your glass back down, realizing that his choice of drink was somehow deliberate, but before you could Gojo's fingertips had stopped you. He gently applied pressure to tip the glass back toward your lips as you continued sipping, the warmth of the alcohol incredibly welcoming. His grin taunted you as you began to feel the subtle effects setting in, your tolerance for alcohol very light. He had joined you, still sipping down the wine while reaching across the table to you, his stare almost paralyzing you. What's the harm in loosening up a bit? It's Tokyo anyways.

"Brings back memories, doesn't it?" Gojo licked his lips as he put his finished glass down and went to pour himself another, no water in between.

"Gojo," you shook your head as you placed your nearly finished glass down.

Gojo began to fill it for you. At that point you could feel it starting to mess with your vision, your temperature already rising. You hadn't had much to drink that day, your dehydration making it hit you a bit harder quickly.

"What?" He asked you in a higher pitched voice before sipping on his second glass. He nodded toward you as a signal and you found yourself listening. "I simply want to remember with you, remember us and what we had together."

"We didn't have anything," you rolled your eyes with a smile, taking a break from your sip. At that point, the waiter had arrived again and briefly took your orders before slinking away. "We were...friends, forced into something our parents wanted us to do," you continued once you were alone again.

"Was it really that forceful for you?" He asked genuinely, a hint of innocence in his voice. His smile had only momentarily faded before growing again. "I care for you, Y/N. Forgive me if I want to reminisce a little, there's very little in my past that's positive. Having you in it was one of the highlights," he chuckled and pressed the glass to his lips again, beginning his third glass and this time swallowing a bit slower.

You found yourself blushing. You blamed the alcohol. "Fine," you mumbled into your glass, your voice muffled as the tart liquid hit your tongue.

The evening was meant to be about signing the divorce papers, a final chapter in a relationship that had long since run its course. However, the somehow nostalgic atmosphere, coupled with the subtle allure of fine wine, led the two of you down a different path. Time slowly progressed, and as the conversation flowed, you both found yourselves getting a little too tipsy a little too quickly. The wine had a way of rekindling old memories and making even the most painful moments seem bittersweet.

Between sharing those bittersweet memories, Satoru shared stories of the chaotic missions he'd been on, leaving you in near stitches, and he laughed heartily at your anecdotes from your time apart. The awkwardness that had initially hung in the air between you had transformed into a sense of camaraderie. With every glass emptied and refilled, the food doing little to sober you up, your inhibitions softly slipped further and further away. You reminisced about the silly arguments you used to have, your quirks that used to drive each other crazy, and the small gestures of attempted affection that you admitted once meant so much.

As the night reached its peak, you found yourself completely intoxicated and smiling obnoxiously at your dinner partner. He, too, didn't hesitate to return the favor as the two of you sat in silence. Just the soft piano music could be heard through a small speaker attached to the wall near the door to inside. Satoru's expression shifted, somehow even more playful than it once was.

He came to a stand next to you and offered his hand. His playful smile shifted to one of sweetness and warm invitation. You stared up at him, visibly enamored by his height.

"Care for a dance?" He offered with a sly grin as you stared. Without a verbal answer, you gently took his hand while keeping your eyes trained on him.

It was an offer drunk-you couldn't resist despite the small patio with little room for movement. His hand enclosed around yours while his other found your waist and hugged you tightly to his body, his abdominal muscles feeling very present against you despite the white button-up and black jacket. Your opposite hand found his neck, gently resting your fingers at the base of his undercut and over top of the blindfold he had pulled down around his neck earlier. As the two of you swayed delicately to the music the area around you seemed to fade away, and, for a moment, it felt as if nothing had changed between you.

After some time, you found your closeness becoming closer. Your clasped hands had released, yours finding the opposite side of his neck and his the other side of your waist. You could feel the pressure of his fingertips against your pelvis, bringing you closer to him. Heat rose to your face, more than it already had that night, as your breasts pressed against his chest. Even in marriage, you had never found yourselves this close besides that one, single night.

"This isn't where I expected the night to go," you murmured and looked away as soon as you realized how close Gojo's face had gotten. You could feel his breath over your face, coated in alcohol.

The two of you had ceased your movement at that point as Gojo slyly held your chin between his index and thumb, bringing your attention back to his low lids, a reminiscent sensation from that single night. He was grinning from ear to ear, his cheeks as red as could be from the wine.

"Seiko seems good for you," he whispered, leaning down toward you and brushing the shell of your ear with his lips. He peppered it repeatedly with feathery kisses, each one sending shivers down your spine.

"Satoru," you muttered with your brows furrowed, fists clenched against his chest, quickly realizing how far Seiko had gone from your mind.

Satoru lowly chuckled as he squeezed you even closer, his head beginning to tilt downward toward your neck. You swore you could feel something hard against your thigh as he lessened the already barely-existent gap between you.

Without another peep out of you, he pressed his warm lips against the soft skin of your neck, his kisses becoming more urgent and demanding. You could feel your pulse from your carotid thumping against his kiss. You found yourself melting completely at his touch, a delicate sigh escaping your lips as your eyes began to close. As you felt his tongue press and begin to suck against your neck, your knees began to buckle. He prevented your fall by holding you even tighter and allowing you to fall into him. You gripped the collar of his jacket for dear life as you felt the hickey forming above your clavicle, a mark of his fiery desire.

He met your eyes as he pulled away, his gaze filled with desire and longing. You were in a complete trance, hypnotized by his allure. In an instant, you were teleported away. Now finding yourself inside of his flat, on the other side of the door this time. The living area was dimly lit, the glow of the city illuminating portions of the room from the floor to ceiling windows. He had released you, letting you stand on your own despite the dizziness.

"This is a bad idea, isn't it?" He asked you, his voice nearly a whisper, his eyes burning with intensity.

Your jaw was slightly agape as you dreamily looked up at him. He was so right...for once. You so badly wanted to agree right then and there, things had already gone so far, too far. But you found yourself closing your mouth with a certain confidence, your mind going to mush from the alcohol.

"Fuck it," you replied in a single exhale before clashing your lips to his. On the receiving end, Satoru's eyes went wide as he captured you in his arms once again, his hands beginning to relentlessly explore your body with a burning desire.

#gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #satoru gojou x reader #gojo satoru x you #satoru gojo x you #gojou satoru x you #satoru gojou x you #gojou satoru x y/n #satoru gojou x y/n #gojo satoru x y/n #satoru gojo x y/n #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

34 notes · View notes

perfectlovevn · 7 months ago

Text

Perfect Love Devlog #28

For some reason, I feel like I didn't actually do this much this week, but I did have to set up all of the layered images, so I should probably give myself a bit of slack. I'm realizing that most of these dev logs will pretty much be the same of just drawing sprite stuff, showing part of the extra story, maybe show something else on the third week. Is that kind of boring? I have no idea. Maybe I could spice it up by doing some music and sfx for some parts, I'm not sure yet, haha.

Anyways, I realized I was going to do some smaller differences with each of the extra stories, with Emil having little emotes like sparkles (and one other thing) and Iya and Desmond having more split up sentences so I can add more changes in sprites (as if I don't do that enough lol). Like with Emil's story, I had to transpose some of the pieces of other sprites onto Iya's sprite because I was too lazy tm to redraw them and transport them into the game. I also did some very basic sprite editing with Iya's sprite, changing the line width of her sprite as well as added the line I forgot to add into Desmond's sprite as well. I'm realizing Desmond's old sprites are still being limited so I might have to draw some more expressions for him as well. I also need to give Iya her own nametag design as well.

As you can see above, the text is kind of... glitching? A bit when clicking through, which is weird because previous devlogs I recorded doesn't do that and I have no idea what's causing that. I think I might try replacing the font around now because it has been causing problems in the past and glitching out, and I've been kind of putting it off.

I drew some small things for Emil's route but I haven't put it in yet, so I'll do that after posting this devlog. I think I might need to change one of the sprites/wordings for it to work.

#perfectlovevn #yandere vn #yandere #male yandere #yandere boy #perfect love vn #yanderevn #about Desmond #about Iya #perfectlove dev logs

43 notes · View notes

amberjazmyn · 4 months ago

Text

happiest memories 🫶

pairing : oscar piastri x fem!reader

summary : all it took was just one photo, a photo from oscar and alessandra piastri's recent wedding that set off four of the couple's happiest memories together.

warnings : just a lot of fluff

a/n : the photo in question will be first and then the memories will be in 'order' and in italics so it makes more sense and the present time will be in normal font. also, claps for me cause this is my first o.p one-shot outside of the f1 grid one-shots!

f1 mclaren driver, oscar and his wife alessandra piastri had just been rearranging their house when alessandra stumbled upon some of her and oscar's wedding photos from 2023. the photo she saw though, in particular, sending good shivers down her spine. the photo in specificity was taken during the speeches at the reception. oscar and alessandra had a very fancy but private sort of wedding in australia. the photo was taken in the hall that held their reception and after party in oscar's hometown of melbourne, victoria. both oscar and alessandra were seen clearly in the photo however, oscar had pulled himself into alessandra since the person saying the speech had made him cry, and it was during that moment that the photographer had taken the photo whilst alessandra giggled lovingly at her husband. a big talk of the wedding was the fact that alessandra had two separate dresses, her ceremony dress, a simple satin, silky long-line dress, and her reception dress, a short dress with sparkling fringe all over it, screaming y2k whilst oscar just changed from his suit jacket to his white button-up, rolling up his sleeves and taking off his bow-tie for the reception.

"...wow, i had completely forgotten about this photo..." alessandra trailed off as she looked up to her husband who could only smile and nod his head

"...i did too to be quite honest. forgot that they had the full shot of me crying *giggles* i thought this was the one where you were the majority of the photo and just a slither of me crying and you laughing at me!" oscar joked as alessandra smiled at her husband, also laughing at him

"i mean, in all honesty, i like this photo a lot better than the other one you were talking about. you're cute when you get emotional," alessandra giggled as oscar smiled, shaking his head as he giggled

"i have to say though, this may just be my favourite photo from our wedding..." oscar trailed off as that intrigued his wife

"...how so?" "you'll see," oscar smiled as he opened up a photo album that was titled best friends to lovers

2017

alessandra was new to england but more new to the secondary school that she had just been in. it was lunch time which meant that all the students excitedly flocked outside whereas the older kids tended to take their time. not feeling the need to rush like the thirteen-year-olds who were in their first year of high school. however, alessandra had joined this new high school in year 11, at sixteen and she barely knew anyone.

well, that's a lie. she did know of people who were in her classes but none of them were respectable enough to welcome her into their groups. so, sixteen-year-old alessandra just walked around aimlessly, trying to find her way around the new school that, realistically, she'd only have this year and next year in since she would be a year 12 next year meaning she'd then be graduating. so, in her mind, it didn't bother her too much that no one was making the effort to befriend her when she wasn't making any effort back.

"...hey...umm, you're alessandra kaminski? the new student in year 11?" an out of place australian accent rang out, catching alessandra's attention

looking behind her, she smiled as she saw a boy. it was a boy who was in the same english literature class as her. she thinks his name was oscar? he had gorgeous brown eyes and what looked like blonde, maybe light brown hair with a nervous look in his eyes and smile.

"hi...yeah, i am alessandra, you're....oscar, right?"

"yeah, i'm oscar piastri. i take it you don't know anyone here either?" he smiles shyly as alessandra smiles and nods her head, scooching over so he could sit with her, a smile forming on his face as he quickly took the seat, ignoring the wolf whistles of a second person who was most definitely one of oscar's friends

"yeah...is it kind of obvious at how i'm aimlessly wondering around?" alessandra chuckled dry as oscar laughed and nodded his head, the two of them sharing eye contact

"a little bit, yeah..." oscar chuckled as alessandra did as well as she shyly moved some of her hair behind her ear

"...well, damn, that needs to change then..."

"...hey, osc, i was just looking for you..."

"...oh, i...i am so sorry. was i interrupting anything?" another different, clashing accent rang out suddenly, alessandra shifted her eyes to see who looked like one of oscar's friends standing in front of them

"oh, no, not at all. oscar just noticed the way i was aimlessly wondering around and introduced himself to me. sorry for being rude, i'm alessandra kaminski, the new year 11 student," she introduced herself as she stood up so she could properly shake hands with oscar's friend who smiled back at her - oscar watching at how effortlessly she had just done that

"oh, i was wondering who the new girl was, mind my arrogance for not introducing myself earlier, i'm hamish!" he smiled and introduces himself as alessandra smiled too, it made her feel like she was now suddenly making progress and it seemed as though oscar and hamish noticed that as well

"it's totally fine, hamish! it's kind of my fault too since i'm not making any effort either! but, would you like to stay with us or did you need to grab oscar for something else?" oscar and hamish were shocked to see how kind the new girl was after all the rumours they had heard, the two smiling at each other

"i can stay with you guys, that's totally fine! i was just trying to find osc is all as one minute i was talking with him and the next second i look back and off he's gone somewhere else," hamish giggled which made oscar's face heat up - he seriously bailed out from his friends to introduce himself to her?

"no kidding? anyway, that's cool you can stay with us. besides, still weird that i'll only have this year and next year at this school..." alessandra trailed off as oscar couldn't help but smile at the girl that was sitting very close to him - wanting to find out everything he could about her

"...where did you move from? and why here in london, why didn't you finish high school before moving here if it's just for your last two years?" oscar stammered out nervously, worrying he had overstepped as alessandra smiled

"honestly? my dad's in the army. he had been stationed in australia then italy then spain and now london with some countries inbetween that i'd rather not remember so yeah. it's kind of annoying the round the world trip but, apparently they've promised that this is the last place he's being stationed at so we can actually live outside of the army living quarters so i actually live in an apartment with some friends who are at university," alessandra smiled as oscar listened and held onto every single word she had said, hamish smiling slightly

"wow, that must be really intense. but you're not from australia originally?" hamish asked this time since oscar couldn't seem to find the words this time

"no *giggles* i'm french, i was born and raised in montmatre but left when i was around five as that was when my dad was first deployed and it was to australia. then italy throughout primary school with spain in that as well as i was in spain towards the end of primary school and the beginning of high school with a few other countries sprinkled throughout and now london for my last two years of high school..." alessandra trailed off with a smile, oscar and hamish now understanding the girl's hybrid accent a lot better than they did before the explanation

"...ahh, that makes a lot more sense. but does that mean you're like fluent in many languages?" oscar finally found his voice again as alessandra giggled

"ehh, kind of. my main three are french, english and italian. i'm getting a little better with spanish but not so much but, very slowly i am getting there," alessandra smiled as the bell ending the lunch break rung, signalling it was back to classes as the three teenagers sighed, slightly disappointed their conversation was cut off too early

"well, that was a buzkill but, what class do you have next, aless?" oscar asks as alessandra smiles, his friend clearly realising the slight crush oscar was building

"languages, you?" alessandra giggled at the irony as oscar smiled, pouting though as he noticed he didn't have that lesson but math instead

"the both of us have math but, since it's literally two doors down from languages, we could walk you there? i mean, we're basically best friends so, because of that, best friends don't let other best friends walk to class on their own," oscar smiled shyly as alessandra nodded her head smiling as oscar helped her up from her seat

alessandra started the walk back to the block of classrooms, turning around to see oscar and his (their) friend hamish stalling behind her, giggling, she spoke up, "you boys coming or are you gossiping about your new friend, already?" oscar and hamish paused before shaking their heads

"we're coming alessandra!" they both shouted out which made the three of them giggle, alessandra turning around to continue to walk in the direction of the lockers, leaving the two boys to themselves

"you are totally in love with her osc!" hamish chuckled as oscar rolled his eyes, pushing his friend as they started to speed up to catch up to alessandra

"no, i am not!"

"just wait a year, maybe less..."

"...osc, babe, what were you thinking about?" alessandra rubs her husband's back as he smiles

"2017, when we first met in high school when you were the new kid," oscar smirked as alessandra giggled, showing the photo he had found that had been taken later that day

"holy crap, that feels like it was forever ago now!" alessandra chuckled as oscar nodded his head in agreement

"it really does, hamish really was right..."

june 2018

it was their high school graduation, and maybe one of the very last times the class of 2018 would see each other ever again since, after this, some of the seventeen year olds were moving onto university, others gap years to travel whereas oscar and alessandra were two graduates who were not entirely sure what was going to happen. only because oscar's motorsport dream was becoming more real since he was getting real good in it. whereas, alessandra, she was lost in the middle of whether or not she was going to follow oscar everywhere or if she was going to stay in london after having to move so many times throughout her adolescence due to her father's military job. at their graduation, alessandra was getting an award. of course, she had some knowledge of it but, because they didn't really tell her whether it was for academics or sports or anything else, it just kind of floated away to the back of her mind. she had a feeling it could have been a who's most likey to superlative award of who's most likely to become a couple alongisde oscar but, at the same time, she really didn't think too much of it. because, that would just throw so much more fuel into the fire because technically, that would be the wrong superlative for alessandra and oscar. the last two years, ever since they met for the first time, oscar and alessandra had grown extremely close and was rumoured throughout the whole high school to be dating since they were always seen throughout the school and outside school together. which, when it came to rumours around the high school, people were shocked that hamish wasn't trying to ruin it since it was usually him that would jokingly throw fuel into the fire about the love lives of his two best friends. but, to be funny, oscar and alessandra started to put more fuel in the fire by constantly amping up their hangouts inside and outside of high school.

for the first time this entire night, however, alessandra had walked off from oscar and their table as she had spotted hamish chatting with his older sister lois, fondling her wine since she was over eighteen.

"...hey hamish, lois, can i sit?" alessandra asked sweetly, the grad ceremony not even begun filming or even started yet, hamish & lois' eyes moving from their glasses to the girl, both of them smiling back

"hey aless, course you can," hamish smiled, lois smiling too

"where's osc, thought you'd be joint at the hip," lois chuckled before the three composed themselves, so as to not create too much noise

"of course you did, lois. but, nah, since the cameras aren't rolling, and before the evening starts, thought i'd just frolic around and talk to some people before the ceremony starts, ya know? just to release some nerves," alessandra smiled, making hamish and lois smile back as they empathised with the girl

they knew she was getting an award as well as her graduation certificate and they knew it frightened her. especially because technically, she could've still been named as the "new kid" since oscar and hamish were really her only best friends. after that first meeting, those three were as thick as thieves, never leaving each others line of sight.

"fair, i mean, graduation awards can be quite stressful," lois smiled with a shrug of the shoulders since it wasn't her first time seeing an award ceremony attached to the graduation

"do you think he's realised you've left him?" hamish chuckles at alessandra, playing around with his wine that he was seemingly having trouble even drinking as the french girl chuckled

"i mean, i feel like if he had he'd be going on a manhunt right about now but, i think right now he hasn't noticed, why do you say that mr barker? you suspect mr piastri and i have a thing going on?" alessandra narrowed her eyes at the boy, bringing her hands underneath her chin as her elbows rested against the table as she moves closer to the englishman who giggles hysterically and moves back instinctively, his sister quietly giggling, the three of them thanking heaven that they weren't being filmed right now

"no, why would you think that? am i that obvious?" hamish cackles, his head flailing backwards making alessandra and his sister shut him up so no one else would hear them as they also start giggling

"sssh, unfortunately, yes, you're not as slick as you like to think you are mr barker," alessandra giggles as the three of them calm down

then, just as the three of them calmed down, the principal of the high school made his way on stage to announce the beginning of the graduation service and that the cameras were about to start filming. this then worred the crap out of alessandra, the colour draining from her face since it was the first time at any sort of 'graduation' that she'd also be getting an award outside of her graduation certificate since they didn't do those in any of the other schools in the other countries she lived in. both hamish and lois noticed this and asked the girl if she was okay.

"...aless, you okay?" hamish questioned, snapping alessandra out of her disassociation as she smiled at him and his sister

"yeah, i'm fine, why?" alessandra responded as the two looked at each other in worry

"do you want me to get oscar or do you want me to walk us back to our table for the grad ceremony?" hamish then asked as she smiled and nodded her head

within minutes, hamish with some water had reached oscar and alessandra. downing the two drinks, the trio walked back to their tables for the graduation ceremony.

let's just say that for the rest of the ceremony, oscar and alessandra did not leave each other's sides after the first time failed. that was until it was time for the actual moment the graduates were all called up to get their certification of graduation as well as the award ceremony when alessandra was given her award. and just as she suspected, it was a joint award with oscar but it wasn't the one spoken about earlier. it was an award that gave them the honourable "best friends forever" superlative. and, although oscar won't admit it and didn't for a few years until their eventual wedding, he got a little teary eyed and had a little cry after coming off stage after getting that award alongside alessandra.

"...osc, do you remember when we said goodbye to one another when you left for formula 2 for the second year?" alessandra suddenly asks her husband as he tilts his head, trying to rack his brain of the memory

"i'm trying very hard, why? what happened before i left for formula 2 for the second year?" oscar questioned, leaning against the table as alessandra pointed at a photo that showed the two of them together in the middle of laughter with the other f2 rookies in the background

airport

just one glance was all it took for alessandra to forget what she was about to say to oscar before he would leave for his second season with formula 2. leaving her to take care of their london house whilst she stayed back since she finally decided that she wanted to study paramedicine. all the whilst she happily let oscar grow to become a formula 1 driver now that he was in his second season with formula 2 and seemed to be getting closer and closer to a contract with an f1 team.

with the other rookies and their loved ones watching, it was obvious why alessandra lost all of her train of thought and why it had taken all but one glance to do it. and oscar wasn't so slick either. the two had been trying to find words to one another before oscar's depature for at least five minutes when just as alessandra had finally thought up of something to say, one look into oscar's eyes and it had completely left her mind once again. it was obvious why it was so hard for alessandra to say goodbye to oscar. because it took her back to the days that she'd have to farewell her dad before he'd fly away with the rest of his fellow soldiers when he was in the military. and the same thing would happen, alessandra wouldn't know what to say for so long that when she thought she'd finally had it, it took all but one look between the father and daughter to have what alessandra planned to say to her dad to slip her mind.

finally, after barely finding the words she originally wanted to say again, alessandra spoke up, "...damn it oscar! okay, for those who were wondering, the reason why i forgot what i had planned to say for that long was because of oscar piastri! we were making eye contact, like usual, when oscar just really made eye contact with me, catching me off guard and then everything just went to shit, and i forgot what i wanted to say to him. so, i apologise greatly my dear fellow rookies and rookie family members!" alessandra giggles into one of the rookies cameras since formula 2 wanted it to be filmed so it could then be uploaded to their social media, the drivers returning or joining their first season as she then turned to notice oscar suddenly get all bashful and red in the face

laughing cause she could hear the other rookies giving him some stick, alessandra spoke up again, "now oscar's getting teased by the rookies which is the funniest thing in the world but, it is your fault, oscar!" alessandra joked to the camera as oscar shouted an apology which caused everyone to laugh again, the rookie just continuing to film

"i'm sorry, okay aless?!" oscar shouts as alessandra and the rookies and their families laugh, resulting in the couple, nicknamed oscsandra, also bursting out into laughter

"i know, i was just playing with you, osc!" alessandra giggled as oscar let out a dramatic sigh of relief, the both of them really just teasing everyone at this point

"i take that back actually..." alessandra huffed as oscar's entire body shook in laughter, his head flying back as alessandra had a sly smirk that was twitching at her lips before she also broke

"...you wish!" oscar snickered after he had composed himself from his full-body laugh as alessandra groaned and rolled her eyes after she had composed herself from her laughter as well

"well, shit, i can't win this and, now i'm supposed to let you leave without me? how unfair!" alessandra huffed as oscar and everyone else found this entire interaction between the couple hysterically comedic

"that's because you never do, i always win these things! i would've thought you'd know this by now babe, come on now!" oscar teased, not realising that he had just outed him and alessandra's relationship on camera for the fans of formula 2 and potentially formula 1 to see

as well as the other rookies and their families, causing everyone to scream bloody murder. alessandra's eyes widening and nearly giving herself whiplash from how quickly she turned towards her boyfriend and the camera.

in an attempt to stop the rookies from freaking out over this new revelation, alessandra tried to lessen the imapct, "oscar! no, guys, calm down, oscar and i are not dating..." trailing off at the end only because she knew that there was no way this could be fixed, oscar had seriously just outed his own relationship with alessandra after keeping it private for at best, a year

"...yeah, nah, there is no way we can hide it now, sorry aless!" oscar hushed out after alessandra finished talking to the camera, the rookie completely shook, causing the girl to smile, grabbing her boyfriend's face and kissing it

"it's okay babe, i think it was starting to stress us out a little too much so, i don't mind that everyone knows now..." she trailed off as oscar's face lit up, not just in excitement but also due to the fact he was blushing

"...cool, i agree..." oscar trails off as he giggles, before pulling alessandra in for a kiss causing the both of them to giggle even more as they touched foreheads before hearing the click and seeing the flash of one of the rookie's camera's, making them giggle more

"...babe, i had never felt such fear until that moment i accidentally outed us on camera, in the airport in front of the formula 2 rookies!" oscar chuckled as alessandra giggled hysterically, nodding her head in agreement as they looked at the photo where the memory had come from

"i know! i was mortified but, by the end of it, i didn't care anymore since it did stop the internet from constantly making rumours about us just to stop them from mentioning the other f2 wag rumours," alessandra giggled as oscar nodded his head, giggling too

"honestly, at that point, i think i was too since we were so used to seeing those silly rumours in the magazines for the wrong reasons, i guess we also wanted to prevent that and how it could have potentially ruined f2's image," oscar smiled as he rubbed his hand against his wife's back before giving her a kiss on the cheek and getting up to make dinner whilst alessandra continued to look through the photo album

2023

"...wait, your full name really is oscar jack piastri?" alessandra chuckled

she was currently staying with oscar in london and right now they were at oscar's childhood home he had grown up in after moving from australia to england. she had picked up a photo frame that she hadn't seen until this moment - a baby photo of oscar that had his first, middle and last name engraved in the photo frame

"yeah...it's been like that my entire life, what about it baby?" oscar scoffed as he turned around to see what his wife had gotten into when he realised what she was holding

"why didn't you ever tell me that jack was really your middle name?" there was sort of a sad tinge in alessandra's voice when she asked that and, it saddened but at the same time confused oscar, who had placed the tea towel down and left the kitchen to check on his wife

"i...i'm not sure babe, i guess our middle names really haven't ever come up in conversation since our wedding, why are you asking that babe? i thought it was common knowledge that jack was my middle name. is there something you haven't told me yet?" oscar was genuinely concerned as alessandra scoffed slightly as her husband tilted his head

"jack was the name of my brother that uh, that was stillborn because of an illness that had developed in mum's bloodstream..." alessandra trailed off in embarrassment, placing down oscar's baby picture as she sighed heavily - oscar was never told about that and, whilst it broke his heart, it worried him more so than anything else

"...how many weeks was baby jack, if you don't me asking, when he was born still, babe?" oscar's face was genuinely a look of concern as alessandra smiled slightly as she placed her hand palm down against the old cabinet that had the old childhood photos, including that baby photo of oscar amongst other ones of him with his three sisters, scattered all over it

"at thirty-five weeks, he was also a big little boy..." she trailed off and it was very obvious to oscar that this was a thing that she rarely spoke about and he respected that but, it still hurt his heart as he never knew his mother-in-law went through something like that

"how...how did you and the rest of the family react? how did dad react?" oscar stuttered, feeling like he shouldn't have been asking so many questions but, he couldn't help it and alessandra was slowly smiling - as if talking about this trauma that she had shoved so far down was actually helping her relieve the trauma it gave her

"we were absolutely devastated over it at first. i mean, of course we were. i mean, i refused to talk to her and honestly, sometimes i still do as it's something my step-mum has trouble shutting up about at every family function even though it was a couple of decades ago now. dad was devastated. he was just excited that we were bringing in the eighth kid as we all were however,it started to become obvious that due to the illness in mom's bloodstream that it was either save the baby but kill mum or have a stillborn but still have our mum. and, obviously, we chose the latter," alessandra trailed off as oscar's face fell into furrowed eyebrows with a saddened look on his face

"wow, that...that's awful and, i bet if he was still here, baby jack would have been the sweetest little brother ever!" oscar smiles softly, placing his hand over the top of his wife's who smiled back as she nodded her head

"thanks, osc, never knew i'd reveal that especially so soon after our wedding as it isn't technically my place but, i guess it's just been weighing me down lately..." alessandra trailed off as oscar's smile grew prouder

"...and i'm proud of you my love... also, what's your middle name? you didn't tell me at the wedding so i had to stand there red-faced whilst my full name was recited out but yours wasn't,"

"for god's sake oscar, it's aurelia-rose..."

"...have i ever told you that your middle name is absolutely gorgeous?" oscar just randomly blurts out as he mashed up the sweet potatoes as alessandra giggles and furrows her eyebrows in confusion

"excuse me what?" she cackled as she went back to folding up clothes that had just been washed, oscar giggling softly as they kept an eye on the noise in the play room

"your middle name bubs, it's very pretty," oscar spoke as alessandra blushed as she giggled out in embarrassment

"awe, thanks my darling! i love it as well," she giggles softly as she places the folded jacket into the wash hamper

"who gave you your full name?" oscar then asked, his focus more on his wife's name than the sweet potato mash, making alessandra giggle

"dad did actually. he had always loved those three names, alessandra, aurelia and rose. and, of course, cause he's polish and french, he did want a traditional polish name over a french name. but he just realised that those three names all had a good flow together when he put it together with the polish last name. and, when he'd say it out loud to people to see if he and mum should really have that as my name, they all agreed saying it was just nice and satisfying to say. so, a little less than a week later, they decided to name me, alessandra aurelia-rose kaminski, with aurelia and rose being hyphenated," she smiled, shrugging her shoulders as oscar bit his lip - yeah, he still loved the hell out of his wife

"that's adorable. i love that your dad chose it, i'm guessing that gave daddy the upper hand in the department of the favourite parent?" oscar giggled as alessandra nodded her head as she huffed some hair out of her face that was starting to become red

"oh, for sure. daddy's girl from the start!" alessandra giggled which made oscar chuckle as well as he then continued on the sweet potato mash for his family's dinner

wedding day, daddy/daughter dance, 2023

it was time for the daddy/daughter's first dance at oscar and alessandra's aussie wedding and, let's just say, she was so very excited and, it was mainly due to the song choice. she had elvis can't help falling in love as a surprise for her dad as that song was the song he would sing her to sleep with every single night.

the song started and straight away, antoni kaminski, alessandra kaminski's father couldn't hide the tears that had built up in his eyes as his little girl wiped them away. instead of her father singing the lyrics to his little girl, alessandra surprised her father and sang the words to him.

"wise men say, only fools rush in but i can't help falling in love with you..." alessandra sang softly as the father and daughter duo glided softly on the dance floor, oscar watched on as he danced with his mother with a tearful smile on his face

"...like a river flows, surely to the sea darling, so it goes, some things you know, are just meant to be..." the duo sang together as they hugged and swayed side to side in tune with the music

"...take my hand, take my whole life too, for i can't help falling in love with you, for i can't help falling in with you, yeah..."

humming the melody of elvis' can't help falling in love, alessandra continued to fold clothes as oscar heard his wife, "...you alright babe?" oscar whispered, hugging her from behind as the chaos of their two kids started to filter away into white noise as alessandra smiled at her husband

"mhm," alessandra mumbled back, turning her head to smile at her husband as she then took notice of her and oscar's eldest daughter, aurelia

"aurelia! could you get your brother ready please, daddy's just about done with dinner!" alessandra called out, a happy squeal leaving aurelia's mouth as she neatly put her toys away before gathering up her brother's toys as well

"coming mamma!" aurelia calls back, herding her younger brother upstairs to wash their hands for dinner, giving the husband and wife a few more minutes together alone

"mmm, you think aurelia and jack will react well to getting another brother or sister?" alessandra announced casually as oscar's eyes widened

"what? seriously? you're pregnant again babe?" oscar gaped in shock as alessandra giggled, nodding her head

"yep, i'm five months, just short!" alessandra squealed as oscar picked up his wife in pure excitement

"WE'RE HAVING ANOTHER BABY, ALESSANDRA!" oscar screeched from just about the tops of his lungs as the husband and wife chuckled, hearing the increased pitter patter of feet meaning that most likely, aurelia and jack had heard their daddy scream

fin

okay, whilst i'm proud of myself for finally writing for oscar "pastry" piastri, i have got to say that i love this one-shot too much to not attempt to do a part two that includes the third baby and maybe the rest of the f1 grid as well as like uncles.

#formula one #fluff #oscar piastri x fem!reader #happiest memories

14 notes · View notes