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billetwoes · 7 months

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Too Serious! Billet Woes Part 3

Disclaimer: This is my first attempt at fanfic. Constructive criticism is always appreciated, rudeness is not.

Word Count: 4,255

Synopsis: It has been slightly over a week, and so far so good. Everything seems to run smoothly as expected, until Tomas decided to have a serious conversation with you.

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The next morning went on as normal. Breakfast consisted of a savoury breakfast crepe consisting of truffle oil scrambled eggs, spinach, mushrooms, leeks, and red peppers with hollandaise sauce (Yay to the Vitamix!) topped with cilantro. You made some potato wedges fried in beef tallow and seasoned it lightly with a Parmesan, truffle and black garlic seasoning.

“Hmm, by the way, I wanted to ask you first,” Tomas began, washing his food down with a swig of orange juice, “A friend of mine wanted to send me an important package. Would it be alright if I gave him your address?”

You furrowed your brows, as you are apprehensive to give out personal information.

“If you’re uncomfortable, I understand,” he went on further.

You sighed and then thought of a solution.

“You can give him my business address. It’s a UPS mailbox, so I can pick it up for you when it arrives. Plus, it’s safer,” you offered.

“Great!”

You gave him the details and were told that his friend would be sending something via same-day shipping.

Once breakfast was done, you did your routine clean up and making sure that the cats were well-fed. Once you let the kitties out of the workshop, their demeanor changed rapidly to happiness and started to roam around the house. You noticed that Bijoux had been slowly yet surely warming up to Tomas and was now allowing him to pet her.

Minou was not having it; she gave a jealous yowl and swatted at Bijoux violently. She hissed then began to circle and rub her body around Tomas’ booted legs. Bijoux huffed and then left for her favourite cat tree.

“No, no! Don’t do that! There’s plenty of pets to go around,” he chuckled, picking up Minou and chastising her gently while scratching her behind the ears, “I let you sleep with me already. Give your sister a chance.”

“He’s such a good cat dad,” you mused. It was a nice to see that both the girls have taken to your guest very well. In fact, you were missing the warm lump of Minou’s body between your legs, where she typically likes to sleep.

He then set her down, while she protested pitifully. He picked up the lunch bag and headed towards the door, “Shall we?”

You are starting to like driving at this time of the morning, as there was no traffic at all! Lord Liu Kang really did think this through and was grateful for the consideration of your lifestyle. Plus, you found your energy level to gradually pick up.

After you dropped off Tomas at the muster point, you decided to treat yourself to a Starbucks before heading back home to clean up some more, spend quality time with the girls, and work on more orders. You loaded the packages in a couple of tote bags and took them to the post office before heading to work. You checked your Etsy account and were pretty pleased that you will be getting a nice pay soon.

During work, you got a notification that the package had arrived. “That was fast!” You thought, amazed. The shipping cost must be awfully high.

When work ended, you bumped into a couple of colleagues on the way out.

“Hey there, girl! How was your day?” a well-dressed slender and tall man with short, curly brown hair in his early thirties greeted you with a hug.

“Hey Andrew! It went well. Uneventful, but boring is beautiful,” you replied cheerfully, “How was yours?”

“I love it when you say, “Boring is beautiful!” a tall Nigerian lady laughed. Her name is Alisha, who is level-headed, no-nonsense, but positive and funny with great fashion to boot. The two of you have been good friends since you started working where you work.

“Right? I have no complaints; nothing bad happened, so,” you responded just as cheerfully. “Are you going to the staff get together?”

“Oh, no, I’m leaving in a week, remember?” Andrew reminded, looking sad, “I’m moving to a different city.”

“Aww, that’s right! I’ll miss you, hun!” You hugged your colleague with a sad pouty face, “We wish you all the best!”

Andrew hugged you back firmly, then Alisha hugged Andrew.

“We need to go for dinner before you go!” Alisha said, “The three of us.”

“Yes! We should do that,” Andrew agreed, “Oooh! How about Uccelino?”

Your eyes widened along with your smile, “Yes!” You exclaimed, pointing a finger, not at him but to emphasize what he said, “Love that place!”

“Sounds great! Let’s keep in touch, k?” Andrew started to walk away, “Bye, ladies!”

“For sure! See ya!”

“Take care!”

“How was your day, Alisha? How was Madison’s performance?” You asked about her 5-year-old daughter.

“Oh, you know, she loves performing. She lights up every time she gets to sing. She was so excited to be a fairy and was showing off her dress to everyone,” Alisha shared happily, “She says she can’t wait for her next performance!”

She pulled out her phone to show you a few pictures of a cute girl in a yellow organza-tulle dress with a tiara holding a wand with a large star on top; she had the biggest smile and twinkling eyes. She then showed a video of her singing “When You Wish Upon A Star”.

You can’t help but coo because this was the cutest thing that you’ve seen ever!

“Aww, she’s so precious! She’s got such a beautiful voice!” And you meant it. Some children are gifted with beautiful voices, and she sounded like a miniature Marcedes from Glee, “I hope that she goes far, because, girl, she’s got it!”

“Thank you so much,” Alisha beamed, clearly touched, “I am proud of her.”

“You should be!” You were hit with this realization that these are the kinds of moments that the Earth Realm and Outworld Protectors were protecting, and you felt guilty for taking the days that have been passing your life for granted. You respect and appreciation for them have deepened.

You and Alisha continued to chat all the way to the parking lot.

“Anyways, I gotta pick up the kids. See you tomorrow, girl!” Alisha hugged you, and you’ve always felt good interacting with her.

You hugged her back and you exchanged good-byes.

You nearly forgot to go to the USP store to pick up the parcel and accidentally sideswiped someone in reaction to turning back to head in the opposite direction. You heard a loud series of horns at you.

“HEY, BITCH! WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING!!!” You heard a driver shout at you.

“I’m sorry!” You waved apologetically. Red-faced, your alertness returned in a flash while feeling yourself shrinking. Taking a few deep breaths, you calmed yourself down enough to stay focused on your way to your destination.

You entered the store to open your mailbox, but it was empty, which meant that it was a larger package. You walked over to the clerk and gave your box number. The clerk went to the back and produced a box for you, which you received. You thanked the clerk and headed back to the car. Once in, you inspected the box; it was a 4”x 4”x 4” made out to “Tomas Vrbada” from the US.

You let out a “Hmm,” raising your eyebrows before stating the car. Then you noticed the time. You were 20 minutes late from picking up Tomas! You cursed under your breath but the initial shock of a near miss followed by being cussed out by an angry driver was still fresh, so you took a moment to calm down. Once you were ready, you shifted your gear to drive.

When you arrived at Lisa’s friend’s place, his name is Kyle, you drove up to the driveway where you saw Tomas and another warrior sparring. He delivered two kicks, which his partner blocked.

Upon noticing you, he stopped what he was doing, picked up his mask and lunch bag, said his goodbye to his partner and walked towards you, sweating and smiling. His grey ninja uniform made him look formidable and intimidating, and you reminded yourself that this man was capable of killing someone. However, every time he was friendly and polite in behavior, it threw you off and had cognitive dissonance. You smiled and waved sheepishly.

“Oh, my god! I’m so sorry! I didn’t meant to make you wait!” You apologized profusely, looking shameful, “I had a difficult time on the road.”

“Don’t apologize! I kept myself occupied,” he said reassuringly, still slightly out of breath, “How was your day?”

“Well, other than nearly sideswiping someone, I’m alive,” you admitted sheepishly, “Totally my fault.”

“I’m sorry to hear that! Are you ok?” His expression was genuinely concerned, and it was reflected in his voice. Those eyes, though. So piercing!

You were touched by the concern he was showing and relaxed a little. “I am, thank you for the concern. I’m sorry again for being late!”

“You don’t need to apologize so much, Y/N. I’ve noticed that tendency in you.”

“I’m sorry,” *shit!* you did it again! You mentally beat you head on the steering wheel again and again.

He laughed, “But then it must be a Canadian thing, yes? So I’ve been told!”

Yet again, another save. He must have this sixth sense of you being embarrassed and verbally taking you out of it. Well, there’s a positive!

“Oh, I’ve picked up your package.” You reached to the back to get the box and handed it to him.

He received it gratefully, “Thank you for doing this for me. I wonder what he sent…” he muttered, inspecting the box and shaking it.

You kind of stared into space for god knows how long.

“Y/N…Y/N…hello?”

He waved his hand in front of your face to snap you out of your fog.

“Are we going home? I am starving and want to see what you will be cooking next!”

“Oh, right! I’m sorry!” You shut your eyes tight, and he laughed even more. Smiling stiffly, you started the car, “Let’s go.”

You were grateful that you managed to bring the both of you home safely. As soon as you entered your apartment, you made a beeline to the coat rack to hang your purse and coat, then straight to the kitchen. Using whatever’s left of the shock in your system, you channelled that into preparing your meal. You vaguely heard Tomas go into the guest bathroom and a few minutes later you heard the shower.

Food time: Pressure Test! (skip if you’re not interested)

You took out ingredients and mentally started to plan on making your meal. You first pre-heated the toaster oven to 400 F, then took out the container of tomato basil bisque that you have pre-made during the weekend out of the freezer, which you threw into a medium sized pot to boil. You were grateful for having pre-made some soups and pre-portioned main courses for lazy days and for frantic days.

Next, you tackled the ceasar salad. You took out a bag of romaine lettuce to cut up, then soak in a bowlful of water and some vinegar to sit for a few minutes. You would have made the dressing yourself, but since you were ridiculously late coming home, you had to cheat. Luckily, you had THE BEST ceasar dressing from Costco!

Next, you heated some water for pasta and you chose spagettini as the pasta of choice. The boiling comes later.

While that was happening, you went to the fridge and pulled out a package of 4 chicken breasts, which you butterflied, seasoned, layered basil and half a bag’s worth of Italian Cheese, and then rolled them up. You washed your hands thoroughly to prevent killing anyone so that you can prepared the dredging ingredients in three rectangular deep dishes. You added salt, pepper, Italian herbs, garlic and onion powders, paprika and shredded parmesan cheese. The doubly dredged stuffed chicken breasts, which were held by toothpicks were pan fried on both sides until golden brown, and then transferred to the oven to cook the rest of the way.

While that was happening, you decided that it wouldn’t hurt to handwash the dishes under barely tolerable hot water and soap, which you did in a jiffy, while also effectively washing your hands, too.

To jack up the chicken, you sauteed mince garlic and onion then threw in a can of crushed Roma tomato sauce, and seasoned to taste to which you put on top of the breaded crispy chicken at the 15 minute mark, topping it with more Italian cheese then sticking it back to cook the rest of the way for a total of 25 minutes and a little longer until the cheese is golden brown, which the latter happened. Once done, you made sure that all the toothpicks were removed, again to not kill anybody.

You lowered the temperature of the soup after it was thoroughly melted and piping hot down to a simmer and you washed the tomato sauce pan thoroughly.

For the final task, you made the Aglio e Olio Pasta as the companion pasta for your chicken. You turned up the heat to boil the pasta water and threw in the pasta once boiling. You took a clean stainless steel pan and poured the amount of olive oil required for the recipe and heated it up on medium-low, then thinly sliced 1 ½ bulb’s worth of garlic which went into the pan along with chili flakes to infuse the oil with flavors until the garlic started to turn brown. Dragging the perfectly cooked pasta pot right up against the pan you used tongs to transfer the spaghettini into the pan and added pasta water and salt as needed in between tossing the pan’s content until it was beautifully glossy. Once this was done. You threw in chopped Italian parsley and tossed some more.

You turned your attention to the lettuce, which you drained then spun in a salad spinner until they are as thoroughly dry as you can get them. You completed the ceasar salad in a large wooden bowl and topped it with store-bought croutons and wide shavings of Parmigiano Reggiano cheese.

(The end 😊 Can you guess how long this all took on a time crunch?)

By this time, you had noticed that Tomas was sitting on the dinner table, now wearing a fitted gray t-shirt and pajama pants, looking at his phone intently. He was in his own world, which made you feel relieved, because that bought you some time to make some of those herb and garlic sourdough toasts, which you forgot to make.

You quickly set the table and plated the food with the chicken beautiful with the golden-brown cheese on top on one side and the Aglio e Olio on the other, making the Italian Flag proud! Next were the bowls of soup, which you decorated with two whole basil leaves, then assembled the toasts neatly on a separate plate. You bought a bottle of cold sparkling Italian lemonade from the Italian super market, which you’ve been stocking up on.

Hooooo boy, you felt like a hot mess after all was done. You quickly went to change you clothes so that you don’t look like a hot mess before finally sitting down at the dinner table ready to eat.

“Itadakimasu!” He exclaimed happily, “Let’s eat!”

You quietly dug into your food, and you didn’t realize how starving you are until you reached your last bite in under 15 minutes. You surprisingly beat Tomas, who was halfway done, partly because he was also paying attention to his phone.

You happened to look up to ask him how his dinner was and you were startled to see him staring at you. If you’ve watched Season 4 of Love Is Blind, he had the same intense, creepy stare as Zach. His lips were curled up in a smile.

You decided to ignore the sensation of your skin crawling to ask him how his dinner was. He didn’t reply and continued to stare at you with that smile.

“What?” you asked, you shifted your eyes to one side briefly before returning to his stare, brows furrowed in confusion.

“Why are you so serious?” Tomas asked, now grinning.

“I’m sor-what?” you spat out, stunned.

“You’re so serious,” he repeated. He pursed his lips, seemingly deep in thought, “Am I scary?”

“No, you’re not scary,” you answered slowly after your own pause.

“Then why do you look.....serious? Why are you so quiet?” he asked. You perceive there to be a slightly teasing tone in his voice, “Are you normally like this around people?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand what you mean,” you said, confused. Is he right though? In your head, you went over your interactions with him from the past week. You were civil and respectful in your interactions with him and have done your best to make sure that he was comfortable. However, you remember the first evening when he made the comment about how you were serious. In your defense, you tended to be focused when you’re working on a task.

“You’re doing it again, you have that look in your face! It’s like you’re……uh…….pondering the meaning of life!” he quipped with the same creepy expression, this time his eyes looking off momentarily to the side before returning to yours, “Like figuring out how the……….caramel got into a Caramilk Bar.”

You nearly choked on your drink. That came out of nowhere! Did you hear this right? Was he joking?

You opened and closed your mouth a few times trying to respond to him, “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, Tomas. I shouldn’t ha-“

“I interrupt you, sorry!” he countered, “I didn’t say that you made me uncomfortable. I said that you were serious. And to be honest……”

“Okay?” you were paying attention now. You felt terrible, as you can feel a mental lashing from your perfectionist brain beginning.

“It hurts my feelings,” he finished, expression changing to that of a pouty demeanor, like a 10-year old, “You want to know a secret? I’ve never told any one about this, not even my own brother……..The Grand Master of the great Shirai Ryu……Best Clan ever.”

He gestured for you to come closer, and you leaned forward a few inches.

He gestured even harder, “Closer! Closer! You’re too shy!”

You gave a slight incredulous scoff and leaned forward a few more inches.

“Closer!” He beckoned even harder.

You stopped just over a feet away from him, “No, this is close enough.”

“Okay, I’ll lean closer,” he bobbed his head side-to-side and leaned closer so that his face was 6 inches away from yours.

You instinctively leaned away from him. You were made to feel uncomfortable with this sudden behavior change, and you kept wary eyes on him as his piercing silver-gray eyes bore into yours.

“What is your secret?” You asked.

After a long pause and eyes still locked into yours, he said, “I’m a Cancer.”

A burst of involuntary laughter erupted from you. You leaned your elbows on the table with a thud, and burried your face into your hand, convulsing.

“This is funny to you?” Tomas asked, “I’m telling you my secret……..it is very precious to me!”

It was hard to take this seriously, and you couldn’t help but find this sudden shift of behaviour amusing.

He waited until you to calm down. “I-I’m so-sorry! I-I d-didn’t me-mean to-“

“I interrupt you again,” he cut you off, waving his hand dismissively, “As I said, it is a precious secret…very…very…..very………very precious.”

Swallowing hard, you managed to stop laughing, “Thank you for sh-sharing your secr-secret with me.” Your were finding it hard to keep a straight face, so you smiled and gestured for him to go on.

“I know I look scary on the outside………like, very…very, very, very, very, very scary. I look tough like a Russian Villain!” This he said with an over-exaggerated tough guy look pumping his fist in front of him. Then he softened his demeanor to the same pouty expression, “But I’m very soft in the inside.” He rubbed his left chest emphatically, “I’m a sensitive man. Very, very, very, very, very sensitive……….like my feelings get hurt very, very easily.”

“How have I hurt your feelings, Tomas?” you asked trying to be empathetic, a chuckle betraying you.

“You don’t talk to me,” he answered, still pouty-faced.

Despite your amusement, you were taken-aback since you’ve always responded to his questions and when he initiates conversations. To be honest, you’ve always kept to yourself and minded your own business, until you got to know someone well enough to open up to and engage in more than superficial conversations,

“I don't talk to you?" You repeated, "What do you want to talk about?”

“Ask me about………my hair,” he said, “Ask me why it is gray.”

Now that he brought it up, you seized the opportunity to satisfy the curiosity, “Is that your natural hair colour?”

He cocked his head to one side, “My mother was a moon sprite…my father was a fire lord….he is human. It’s a sad story, I’m sorry.” His face contorted as if about to cry.

“No, no, it’s okay. I’m listening,” you reassured, “I want to hear it.

“My people were persecuted, so my mother put me in a basket to help me escape. It travelled down the river from my kingdom all the way to China and my hair turned from red to gray……because it was cold. My fire became smoke,” he finished now with a deadpan expression, “The end!” He finished in a sing-song voice with a cheery expression and raising his hands with upturned palms.

Reluctantly, you told him it was a good story. It sounded ridiculous to you, but knowing about the existence of magical realms and beings, you thought that there may be plausibility in his story and that he’s using humour to cope. It is also possible that he was trying to connect with people and was secretly lonely. You now felt terrible for laughing.

“Thank you for sharing your story with me, Tomas. I’ll be sure to ask more questions about you,” You reassured, “I normally don’t ask a lot of questions when I don’t know people very well, because I don’t know if a question is personal or not.”

“What personal questions?” Tomas asked, leaning in curiously, eyes wide like a child.

“Well, you know, like if someone’s married, how old someone is, or what their family life is like, or-“

“Are you married?” he asked.

You paused, “I decline to answer.”

“How old are you?”

“I’d rather not say,” you replied warily.

“Why?”

“And it’s rude to ask someone that.”

“Why?”

“Some people are sensitive about their age.”

“Why?”

You paused, “They just don’t like being asked that question.”

“Why?”

“Okay, this is getting nowhere,” you smiled awkwardly, trying to get out of the topic.

“You’re being serious again!” Tomas exclaimed, “Even your food is serious.” He gestured at his plate.

You blinked, “I’m sorry, what? My food is “serious”?”

“Your food………it’s too serious,” he picked up his fork and poked through the salad, the chicken, and the pasta, “Where are my brownies? Where are my Skittles?”

The then spooned the soup, pretending to look for something, “Where is my ice cream?”

You shrugged, “Well, I want to make sure that you eat health-“

He held a hand up to stop you, “Sorry, I interrupt you,” he said, “Now you hurt my Cancer feelings again.”

“Go on, please explain,” you gestured for him to continue.

“I like tasty food…..just not too serious…….If everything is too serious, there is no fun.”

Nodding slowly, you agreed empathetically, “You’re right.”

He slammed a hand on the table, “Of course, I’m right!”

This action made you jump, but you looked at him expectantly to continue.

“I am a human being! I have feelings,” He said, rubbing his left chest again, “…..…needs……..I want fun! Please consider my feelings.”

“You right, I’m sorry, I sh-“

“I don’t want your, “I’m sorry!” he said loudly, he slammed his hand on the table again, “I want action!”

You shut your eyes with a suppressed smile, processing the interaction. You were undoubtedly amused, but what part of this was serious? You wanted to read between the lines to find the meaning, but that was a task for later.

“How about this?” you began slowly, “Why don’t I bring you on my next Costco run after I pick you up during the weekend, then we’ll eat out. What do you think?”

“No serious?” He asked, wide-eyed.

“No serious,” you affirmed, nodding and smiling.

“Ok!” He then cracked a wide, innocent smile, “Thank you!”

“You’re welcome!”

You let him finish his dinner, and proceeded to clear the table and clean up after he was done. Once your duties for the evening were done, you headed to your room and hit the shower.

He reverted back to the self that you were familiar with, like the entire strange conversation never happened. But you got a good laugh out of it.

You let the cats out. Instantly, they gravitated towards Tomas, who gladly indulged them. He also insisted in helping you, you explained that since he was a guest, he wouldn’t be doing any of that. However, interacting the kitties would always be welcomed.

Was it ever an interesting day, and it ended with you laughing your self to sleep. Little did you know, your dinners would become…interesting.

#mk1 tomas vrbada #tomas vrbada #tomas x reader #mk1 #mortal kombat #funny #comedy #mk1 smoke #smoke #mk 1 smoke x reader

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tiaramania · 1 year

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Royal Warrants

Royal Warrant Holders or Purveyors to the Court are companies or individuals who provide a good or service to the royal court. Not all companies the royal buy items from are issued royal warrants and just because a company has one doesn't mean that they are the exclusive supplier of that product. The companies chosen are usually older and have a history of working with the royal family. Each country has a slightly different set of rules but in most of them the warrants have to be renewed on a regular basis and can be revoked at any time.

I only included countries that I could find a list for like I know Spain issues royal warrants but I can't find a list of them. Some abolished monarchies like Romania still issue royal warrants and some countries like Japan and Norway don't issue them anymore despite still being monarchies.

Belgium - Fournisseur breveté de la Cour - 114 total

Ciel mes bijoux

Cosyns Joaillier - since 2018

Maison De Greef - since 1998

Leysen Frères - since 1982

Wolfers

Denmark - Kongelig Hofleverandør - 108 total

A. Dragsted - since 1898 - also crown jeweler

Georg Jensen - since 1924

Ole Lynggaard - since 2008

A. Michelsen - since 1848

Luxembourg - Fournisseur de la Cour - 56 total

Schroeder Joailliers - since 1914

Molitor Joaillerie - since 1967

Bijouterie Goedert - since 2020

Netherlands - Hofleverancier - 502 total - These are a little different because they don't have to actually be a supplier to the court to hold a royal warrant.

Steltman Juwelier

Fabery de Jonge Juweliersbedrijf

Hofland Juweliers

Henri Camps Juwelier

Kamerbeek Juwelier

Kiestra Juweliersbedrijf

Rikkoert Juweliersbedrijven In't Silverhuijs

Sellink Horlogemaker Goudsmid Juwelier

Vaessen Juweliers

Van Zijp Juweliers

Veerman Juwelen

Sweden - Kunglig Hovleverantör - 130 total

Bolin - also crown jeweler since 1916

Gaudy

United Kingdom - Royal Warrant Holders - Over 800 - In the UK, royal warrants are issued from individuals not by the court as a whole. In the past the monarch, consort, and heir have been able to grant them and some companies may have a warrant from multiple people at once. They are good for two years after the grantor passes away so at the moment there are some from Queen Elizabeth II (686 total) and the Duke of Edinburgh (38 total) that are up in the air. I expect King Charles (159 already) will issue new warrants to replace some given by his parents but not all of them. The only jeweler that does not already have one from him is G. Collins & Sons who were QEII's personal jewelers.

King Charles

Asprey - they have it on their website but they are not listed on the Royal Warrant Holders Association website

Bentley & Skinner

Cartier

Fiona Rae

Garrard - was crown jeweler from 1843 to 2007

Mappin & Webb - the crown jeweler has worked for them since 2012

Wartski

Queen Elizabeth II

Bentley & Skinner

G. Collins & Sons - was crown jeweler from 2007 to 2012

Mappin & Webb

Wartski

#Tiara Talk

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lovelytsunoda · 2 years

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jetlag // esteban ocon

summary: estie bestie and y/n miss each other like hell. he’s just come back from a race weekend, and she’s gone to a hen week in another time zone

what time is it where you are, I miss you more than anything (...) you say good morning, when it's midnight. going out of my head alone in this bed. i wake up to your sunset, it's driving me mad, i miss you so bad.

dear sweet estie bestie knew that he was in love the moment that he saw her for the first time.

they met in normandy, she was the typical small town girl and he was the newly-minted city boy returning to his roots

hallmark movie waiting to happen

they dated for about a year and a half before he took her to brazil for the grand prix and proposed at the foot of the christ the redeemer statue that looks over rio de janeiro

eight months later and the wedding is drawing ever closer, set for the winter in st. tropez

and with that also comes the hen week: planned by y/n's friends with minor input from esteban and kept a total secret from y/n.

there was just one large problem with the planning

y/n was due to leave the day that estie came back from a race double header race weekend.

that's three weeks without them seeing each other in person, and suddenly estie didn't want to go back to paris. not if y/n wasn't going to be there.

they were already facetiming every day despite time zones.

"are you excited for your hen week, mon tresor?"

he's sitting in his hotel room, eating a room service breakfast. y/n is in the home office, finishing paperwork and looking over the last of the fabric samples for reception tablecloths. nobody told her that planning a wedding would be that difficult.

"as excited as i can be. monica still won't tell me anything. i miss you, though, esteban. i don't like knowing that you're coming home and i'm going to be in another time zone. it's like the roles are reversed this time."

"i miss you, cherie."

"i miss you too, estie. get home safe, okay? i'll see you next week. and i'm gonna call you so often that you get annoyed at me."

there's a purr from under the desk, where estie's cat was curled up against her ankles. y/n looks down, lifting the black cat onto her lap

"i think bijoux misses you more than i do." she laughs, scratching the cat behind the ears.

esteban wasn't prepared to come home to an empty apartment, that hasn't happened since he was single. bijoux nuzzled into his leg, and he sadly knelt down to pet the small cat

"guess it's just you and me, buddy."

y/n is halfway to hawaii already, monica finally told her where the hen week was going to be

she texts esteban almost as soon as the plane lands to tell him that she got there safely.

he calls her almost all the time, like the lovesick boy that he is

"enjoying the sand and sun, mon tresor?"

"its a hell of a lot better than rain in normandy. sorry for leaving you with those tablecloth samples."

"it's no biggie, cherie. but goddamn, i had no idea that there were this many different shade of pink."

"that's the last thing we need to do, so if you narrow it down to three and send me a picture, i'll help you decide."

"the house doesn't feel like home without you."

heart softens

"i know, amour. i'll be home soon."

"je t'aime, y/n."

"je t'aime, estie."

"y/n, are you on the phone with esteban again? this week is supposed to be about us!"

apologetic looks and reassuring smiles

"i know, monica. and i'm having so much fun with you guys. it's just been three weeks since i saw estie in person. i miss him like mad."

between nights of mixed drinks, karaoke and dancing under moonlight, she's sending texts to her fiancé, pictures of the big island, the occasional risqué mirror selfie

estie calls in the middle of one of their hikes, she's balancing on a large rock to try and get a signal so they can facetime

shes always happier after she's talked to esteban, to her bridal party's dismay

"tell esteban to stop interrupting our girl time!"

estie is filling his days with team meetings, workouts and media commitments, just biding his time until the love of his life comes back home

keeping himself distracted so that he can't think about how much he misses her.

she's doing the same thing, distracting herself with trips to the beach, romance novels and wilderness hikes up the side of a volcano

and then she's due to fly home.

estie is up early, driving his renault to the airport, a little sign in the backseat that reads "welcome home, mon tresor."

she gets off the plane, an entire horde of bridesmaids, the maid of honor and a few other girls that weren't in the wedding party but she felt it was important to have them with her in hawaii anyways

she's not the first one to see esteban, one of her bridesmaids is.

"hey y/n, isn't that esteban?"

she looks over and sees him there with the giant heart shaped sign on neon pink bristol board, and she practically launches herself at him, giggling as this linaky beanpole of a man picks her up and spins her around in the middle of arrivals

"i've missed you, mon tresor. did you enjoy hawaii?"

"i missed you more, babe. i can't wait to tell you all about it."

making out right in the middle of the arrivals section

raucous cheering from the bridal party

and a few wolf whistles

they barely leave the bedroom for the next three days

#estie bestie #esteban ocon x reader #formula one x reader #esteban ocon #f1 imagine #f1 headcanons

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4nuttyaddict · 1 year

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timelessfineries · 3 months

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redolentgrove · 9 months

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It was about three or four in the afternoon at this point in the day. Loki had taken Millie off toward Undella Town, and Celeste had just finished recording a set of ocarina samples for Bijoux. The Sylveontaur had gone off toward the lake to take a quick break, leaving Bijoux by herself in the main clearing. The sun settled high in the sky, slowly heading downwards along with the passage of time, signaling that evening was on its way.

The Cinccino-taur sat there with a set of wireless headphones around her ears, head buried in her laptop, listening to the samples and stitching them together along with the samples of other instruments. The main rhythms sounded right; the ocarina mixed well with the shamisen notes, and some notes of piano, guitar, violin and drums accompanied things later in the track. There were minor blips; some things didn't sound like they had mixed smoothly enough, and she made small adjustments, tweaking things until she was satisfied with the way things blended together.

Bijoux looked up briefly, slightly taken aback by the approach of a shiny Roserade. She lifted her headset from her ears, hanging it around the back of her neck. She pressed the save function shortcut, pressing 'yes' when the program asked her if she was sure she wanted to overwrite the file she had been working on. She watched a progress bar showed up, keeping an eye on it slowly filling as the computer did its work. When the grass type addressed her, Bijoux moved the laptop to face away from the pair, listening while he introduced himself to her.

"Oh, you're one of MIss Charade's friends!" Bijoux trilled in discovery, looking down at the Roserade. "Yeah, I definitely know about that Meowscarada; Mom talks about her a ton. She's definitely got a crush on her… but with how easily she falls in love, I'm not sure how much Mom wants to act on that." She shook her head. "But uh… yeah, I think I've seen you around at least a time or two, if you're friends with Miss Charade. Mom said you were named after something to do with cards. You're mister, uh… Jack, right?" She stood and offered the grass-type a returned bow and a nod of her head, a gentle, welcoming smile on her muzzle. "Anyway, uh… you're doing soul-searching? Go ahead, ask me anything."

Bijoux listened to Blackjack's questions, letting out a small blush when he mentioned their gender identities. Sure, she was being more open about it, but it still felt slightly weird to have someone outside of her family and friend group mention it. Regardless, she nodded and thought carefully about how she could explain it to him, without overstepping any boundaries. Of course, she realised the Roserade was an adult, so she also didn't want to talk down to him in the process. She briefly eyeballed her laptop's screen, saw that her track had saved successfully, and closed the laptop when she was ready to address his questions fully.

"Well… my Mom actually transitioned about two hundred years before I was even born," the Cinccino-taur finally replied, rubbing her left hand behind her head. "There definitely wasn't an overlap of us discovering our gender identities together. I guess if anything, though, the fact that she had the experience and lived the same sort of discovery made it easier for me to come out as transgender. I didn't really always have the words to describe how it felt, but she did, and hearing her explain what it meant, that it was normal and valid to be… it was an incredible feeling to know someone had my back on the matter. That she not only understood, that she would go to any lengths to help me be who I was."

Bijoux offered Blackjack a broad, toothy grin, and let out a bit of a laugh. "It's weird. Once I came to terms with my gender identity, it was never really a struggle to figure out my sexuality and romantic preferences. I always knew I liked girls, and I still do, so I guess it wasn't all that surprising to come out as a lesbian as well. I guess that one was just another domino in the chain of events; you figure something out about yourself and a lot of times the rest falls into place."

The Cinccino-taur rose briefly, then stepped over to look at the Roserade more closely. It was only now that she realised that the grass-type was almost a full two feet shorter than she was. She knelt down in front of him, tucking her legs beneath her taur body to try and close the height gap between the pair. At least as long as she was sitting, she didn't have to look downward to look him in the eyes. She extended a hand slowly, steadily, to offer the grass-type either a handshake or a small pat on the shoulder, if he were to accept such contact.

"I'm going to be honest," she began. "I'm not here to ask you exactly what you hope to find with your soul-searching, mister Jack. I'm not going to assume I know anything about you other than that you're a friend of my mom's, but I do know that the most important advice I can give you is that, whatever you find, don't ever keep it entirely to yourself." She nodded sagely.

"I know I was extremely fortunate that my mom happened to have the same experience with her gender identity, and that not everyone necessarily has a friend who knows exactly what you're feeling. But if you have one friend you can trust, even one, then once you discover something, the best thing you can do is talk to them. Even if they don't know the words to describe your inner discoveries, it's better to at least know you can be honest with someone about those feelings, and know that they'll support you. And just because they might not know how to help, just having the chance to have someone listen is one of the best things you can have. And they might even know someone else who does know how to describe your feelings."

Bijoux held up a finger to signal for the Roserade to wait, before rising to her paws and heading to the grove's storage shed. When she came back, she had a small pamphlet in her hands. She knelt back down, offering it to Blackjack. Were he to look at it, there would be descriptions of different words to fit multiple gender, sexuality and romantic identities. Different coloured flags would accompany each identity, to correspond to each word.

"I don't know the exact feelings you have, and I don't have any intentions to make you tell me," Bijoux reiterated, her tail swishing half-heartedly behind her. "But when I first talked to Mom and we went to therapy, I took a few of these pamphlets with me. I thought at the time, maybe I wasn't completely sure of the way I felt. I read through the different identities, seeing what resonated and what didn't… but in the end, I realised, it was that simple as identifying as a transgender woman. At least, it was for me. Maybe seeing some of those put into words will help you a bit as you look through your heart."

Bijoux smiled warmly at Blackjack. "I hope that I was able to help you at least a little bit, mister Jack. Either with the pamphlet, explaining some of the history behind my identities… just, anything, really. But again, I feel like the most important thing you can possibly do is to search yourself for some answers, find the person you trust the most around you, and tell them about your discoveries. Maybe they'll know how to explain it to you in terms you both understand. Maybe they won't. But the nice thing about this, is that even if your journey is about self-discovery…"

"You don't have to do it alone."

(( @ask-meowscarada ))

#plot #answered ask #bijoux cinccinotaur #blackjack roserade

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