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miguel o'hara x desi!f!reader hcs (੭˃ᴗ˂)੭
fluff. divider by v6que. i barely see any content with miguel and desi reader so i wanted to write something because desi rep is important!!
he learns how to make chai just for you
knows exactly how much milk and sugar you like, which brand of patti you prefer
drinks chai with you sometimes during the evening after he's done with work
LOVESSS DESI FOOD
the first time he tried it he let out a groan and commented on how good it was
one time you both ordered nihari with naan
he was mesmerized by the way you ate with your hands
thought you looked graceful
stared at you and tried mimicking your actions until you glanced at him
when you asked him what he was doing he turned into a flustered mess while he made up an excuse as to why he totally wasn’t staring at you
he thinks mehndi is beautiful and lets you use his hands to practice designs
one time he fell asleep with his hand against his face and woke up with a flower pattern on his cheek (personal experience here)
cue the widening eyes when you tell him that mehndi lasts for about a few weeks
he’ll have spiderpeople snickering at him while he's being serious
whenever you both are going out somewhere and you wear traditional clothes be prepared because this man is obsessed
his jaw is on the floor as you come out in a kurti, shalwar kameez, saree, lehenga, etc
cannot and will not take his eyes (and hands) off of you
will shower you in compliments
"look at you, amor." "my beautiful girl." "you’re so gorgeous.” "i still can't believe you're mine."
he's fallen in love all over again
he will 100% be protective of you when those aunties talk to you
uses witty remarks to get them to leave you both alone
will comfort you if their comments hurt you
“look at me, querida. what they said isn’t true. they wanted to get under your skin because they’re insecure and judgmental. whatever they said doesn't define anything. believe me, you’re perfect. so perfect for me. i love you no matter what. i always will."
the first time he tried kohl his eyes started watering
he got used to it after a while
makes his eyes look super pretty
flutters his eyelashes because you asked.. loves the squeal he receives in response
you take pictures of him when he wears it because he looks wayy too fine
"baby, i think that's enough-"
"one more picture. c'mon, for me?"
he can never say no to you
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Pag Ghungroo Baje
couldn't find any suitable title :) this title is subject to change later on.
Writing this while revising for Human Anatomy & Physio. My mind is saturated so pardon me for lazy writing and errors if any.
CH-1
I was walking inside our society campus. My dance class got over half an hour ago, and I had decided to take a stroll around the large campus before meeting the biker boy from last night.
I was walking inside our society campus. My dance class got over half an hour ago, and I had decided to take a stroll around the large campus before meeting the biker boy from last night.
My kurti darkened as sweat stuck to my body, and the cool night breeze made me shiver slightly. I could still feel my damp hair sticking to my neck, and I cringed at the stickiness of my sweat-dried cheeks.
I definitely made a great appearance.
As I neared the society park, my heart raced. My eyes raked all over the park to spot the familiar boy. I could see a group of boys, all teenagers, standing beside the slides with badminton rackets. Some middle school kids and their parents were playing pakdam pakdai as their parents chatted with each other. Two girls were swinging on the U-shaped swings. There was no trace of a boy looking out for me.
Fetching my phone from my dance bag, I switched it on to check the time. It was already 7.05 PM, and I had to be home by 7.45 to freshen up and start studying. I had already informed my mother that I would take a walk after dance class inside the campus and then come home.
I began fanning myself with my dupatta and decided to wait for ten more minutes. If no one would show up, I would immediately head home and resume my studies. Scrolling through my news feed, I found an article headline about the stock market, which I ignored. Even the news feed grew tired of me scrolling, and my dry eyes began stinging a little.
I placed my phone back into the bag and looked up at the night sky. A few stars twinkled up there, and with them flew large, floating grey clouds that looked like mists. I traced the stars with my eyes, trying to find a pattern in their alignment, when I felt someone tap my shoulder.
“You are the dancer, right?”
I snapped my neck too fast at the person behind me, causing me to wince a little at the sharp pain. Rubbing the skin gently, I nodded at the boy and said, “Yes, I am the dancer, and you are?”
“The biker.” The boy said it with a straight face that made me raise my eyebrows.
“Your name – Mr. Biker? You said you would tell me today if I met you here in the park.”
Moving a hand through his hair, he replied with a charming smile, “Oh yes, I am Veer. D wing 302.”
Taking a step back, I said, “Woah! I didn’t ask for your address.”
Veer shrugged his shoulders. “I mentioned it because who knows when you might need it? The universe works in very mysterious ways after all, Sameera.”
I bit back a smile. Sameera's lips sounded beautiful, and, may I add, sensual? His deep, gravelly voice sounded poetic, or maybe like that of a romantic poet. His voice repeating my name echoed in my head, and I fought hard to stop a blush from forming on my warm cheeks.
'Sameera, you are pathetic,’ I said to myself in my head.
Veer, who was standing in front of me, was two heads taller than me. Dressed in casual jeans and a t-shirt paired with sneakers, looked straight from a young adult romantic movie by Dharma Productions.
I cannot lie. Veer did look handsome.
On the other hand, I had nothing nice to enhance my appearance. If I were given a little more time, I would have freshened up before meeting him. Maybe fate wanted him to see me in a sleek, sweaty braid, drenched garments, and a mismatched dupatta lazily draped around my neck and shoulders.
“Which block is yours, though?” I heard Veer ask, causing me to drift away from all the handsomeness in front of me.
“Mine?” I scratched my chin. “Yes, it is block A-102.”
Veer’s eyes raked all over me, but it wasn’t a creepy gaze, but rather a very curious one. “You waited for me straight after your dance class?”
I blinked my eyes. Clearly, I hadn’t expected this question. “Uh.. yes. I have to anyway get home by 7.45, so I decided I would wait for you to show up. And if you wouldn’t have, then I would have gone home, and from the next moment onwards, I forgot I met a boy outside my window who caught me dancing.”
Veer opened his phone. “It’s 7.20, and you still have twenty-five minutes. Do you want to spend those minutes with me or spend them gazing at the night sky?”
My eyes widened with surprise. “Were you watching me?”
Veer scratched the back of his neck and gently nodded his head. “Yes, but you were looking cute, so I couldn't." Veer paused and looked at me, his eyes mirroring the same expression as mine. With an embarrassed smile, he said, "Sorry, this might make me sound very forward, but the truth remains the truth after all.”
I couldn’t help but giggle at Veer, whose confident demeanour had flown out of his system. “And now you look really cute this way.”
The boy simply smiled and looked at the ground. His pinkish lips curled beautifully as he smiled, and my smile grew even bigger after watching him smile.
Who knew boys can be so adorable too?
“By the way, what do you dance?”
I sit down on the bench while answering. “I do Bharatanatyam.”
Veer’s eyes lit up. “I have a friend who dances classical too. She does Kathak though.” Glancing at the empty space beside me, he asked, “Can I sit with you?”
“Of course, you don’t need to ask.”
He sat down beside me but maintained a healthy gap between us. “Yeah, but I also didn’t want to accidentally invade your space.”
My face softened. There are considerate people still in this time and generation.
“So, what are you studying?” I asked while removing the dupatta from my neck.
“Engineering. Computer science. You?”
“Biotechnology.”
“Wow. Science and dance go together. That’s really impressive, Sameera.”
There, once again, I felt myself melt. I wanted to savour the sound of my name from his ips, and all of this sounds so weird, but I couldn’t help it. My brain and my nervous system were sending weird signals to each other.
“What hobbies do you have, Veer?”
Veer turned his face towards me. I observed his curly eyelashes fall so gracefully each time he blinks. “Nothing much. I like to read and maybe go sightseeing nearby when I feel like it.”
“That’s nice.”
We stayed quiet. Veer fiddled with his thumbs, and sometimes he would sneak glances at me, which I would ignore while smiling to myself. After a few minutes, I could hear the sound of buzzing crickets and croaking frogs. Veer looked at me, his eyes sparkling under the white street lamp above us, and said, “I moved here a week ago. I like this society. It’s spacious, and there’s a lot of greenery around.”
Moving my eyes around the flower bushes and trees lining the sides of the roads, I nodded in agreement. “That’s true. The nights are really peaceful here.”
He smiled. It was a soft acknowledging smile, which made me smile too. We then turned our faces away from each other and moved our gaze to the front, silently embracing the comfortable quiet surrounding us until my phone rang up.
“Niche hai na upar aate vakt curry patta todke lana toh,” my mother said on the phone before abruptly disconnecting the call. I could hear the loud sound of the grinder, which meant my mother had begun preparing for dinner.
Veer, with a knowing grin, remarked, “Curry patta toh mujhe bhi lana hai. Let’s go together then.”
I pursed my lips and replied, “Do you really want curry patta, or is it just another excuse to spend time with me?”
Shrugging his shoulder, Veer ruffled his fluffy, wavy hair and, with a boyish grin, said, “Oh, I am here only to make friends. It’s my good luck that a pretty girl like you is the first friend I get to make.”
I got up from the bench and straightened my kurti. “Woah! Friends already?”
My mind fixated on the pretty girl comment, but of course I acted nonchalant about it.
“I am not into that acquaintance, then friends bullshit. Do log mile baat kiye hasi mazak hua aur dost banne.”
Shaking my head at Veer, I walked outside the park with Veer following me. “Chalo phir dost. Let’s get curry patta.”
***
[Veer’s POV]
That night I saw Sameera dancing through her window. I couldn’t hear the song, but I could see her movements, her hand gestures and her lovely, bright smile. She was acting as a shy girl in love to whatever song she was playing in her room, but she looked really cute and I couldn’t help but watch her dance with a smile on my face though my rational mind deems it to be a very creepy action.
I watched Sameera lead me towards the small group of trees behind the junction between A and B block from where I could get curry patta. To be honest, my mother too had asked me to get a few curry leaves for dinner and I was about to ask the security guard for it but luck favoured me and I got Sameera.
Sameera, through the window looked adorable and her dance was good too, but in front of me, she looked ten times prettier. Sweat on women does make them appear hotter, though. I could see the light making her collarbones shine and my eyes carefully observed a lone sweat droplet move down her neck as graceful as Sameera’s hand gestures.
Later, when she wrapped the dupatta around her neck and shoulders, she looked even more cute.
Sameera switched on the flashlight on her phone and moved her neck diagonally upwards. Her eyes looked me through the corners and she said, “Just make sure that nobody catches you plucking these, okay?”
She plucked two branches, one for me and one for herself. Handing the curry leaves to me, she said, “Yeh lo dosti ka pehla gift. Curry patta.”
Thanking her, I took my curry patta from her and stepped back to move out from the dense shrubs around us that were brimming with buzzing mosquitoes. Sameera’s flashlight lit my way ahead because the dry twigs could easily make a person trip and fall down if not careful enough.
A few leaves crunched beneath my feet, and as I had barely walked four steps ahead when heard Sameera gasp. Immediately, I turned around only to find her laughing in embarrassment while twirling the dupatta around her arm.
“My dupatta made me trip a little.”
In concern, I asked her. “You sure? No cuts, right?”
She waved her arm, causing the dupatta to fly right in front of my face. “Oh, not at all. I didn’t fall down. It was only a misstep.”
Sameera looked fine enough, so I didn’t question any further. I lit my flashlight too and walked outside the clustered trees and shrubs with Sameera carefully marking her steps in the dark.
Taking a turn, we both now stood in the parking lot of A block. Sameera walked near the lift and said, “It was nice meeting you Veer.” She pressed the lift button and turned to me. “Hope to see you around.”
I loved her voice, especially when she took my name. Her sweet gentle voice made my name sound sweeter, and it made me feel warm in my chest. Giving her a two-finger salute, I replied, “Oh, you will definitely see me around. Until next time.”
She waved at me and stepped inside the lift. I watched her until the lift doors closed in front of me. I began walking back home while whistling all the way, my mind still thinking about the adorable Sameera, her voice and her illuminating smile.
--xx--
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"Intuition" is the typology keyword for the Fire Signs - Aries, Leo, and Sagittarius. The trouble is that Fire can move too quickly to recognise and properly reflect on the natural magic happening within.
This is the embodiment of genuine, clear, spontaneous, and directive 'instinct'.
Divine Will wilfully enacts through these signs,
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Fire is the blood of new life ; Aries
A Mother's beating heart; Leo
and the mythic hips and thighs that birthed Dionysus; Sagittarius.
Though more than capable of going solo and ruling the throne alone, Fire is a melting pot of passion, gumption, and fortitude that regenerates automatically when they self-express and give these away. They are the iron striking hot,
secret rituals performed in the Higher Mind that mix the powers of these ancient visionaries. And fearless in the sense that despite having fears, that make them shake and fill them with dread inside, they ultimately refuse to be controlled and willingly confront them. In the balmy sultry Aries Sun's hot Spring, the final perfumed humid days of the Leo Sun Summer, and the ceremonial celebrations bought by the Sagittarius Sun seasonal change,
Fire is calling you to join Her; but she'll go it alone anyway.
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helloooo if i may ask what would like a modern semi traditional palestinian fit be…. like im indian and so i wear a kurti with jeans sometimes… similar to that….
hmmm good question. personally i wear a kuffiyeh with basically all of my outfits. and i have a denim jacket that has tatreez (traditional palestinian embroidery) patterns over it !!!
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kiran this is my uhh fourth? year of promising to sew myself a livable summer wardrobe pls pray with me that it’ll be my first year of Actually doing it <3 and also, as always... what are your fave summer patterns?
omg you can do it i believe in you!! i always find that the most difficult part is getting started, once you get into the groove of it and sewing things it becomes addictive to just keep popping out garments, it always happens to me i'll go months without touching my sewing machine and then i'll sit down to sew a pair of pants or a shirt and a few days later i've sewn 5 whole new garments and i don't even know how i got there lmfao.
my summer patterns are probably different than most because i can't wear shorts or short sleeved clothing outside in the heat or my skin explodes, but i have a set of patterns that i make in lightweight linen or cotton and even though they're long pants and long sleeves they're soooo comfortable even on the hottest days. i also run hot year round so i wear these in winter too just with extra layers lol
- the fremantle pants and the cornell shirt from elbe textiles. i think i've made the fremantle pants 6 times now and while i change a few things about the construction process to suit my preference (i prefer a different method for attaching the waistband) they're literally my favourite pants ever. cornell shirt is also fantastic, i like view 1 which has a button placket that goes halfway down the shirt but not fully. i like to sew it using lightweight cotton esp fabric i've gotten from india and that combo makes it function like a short modern kurti/traditional desi shirt pattern for me and i love it
- all well cardigan coat by all well workshop. the hacking guide for this is awesome, i've made several different versions of this coat in midweight linens and cottons and they are the perfect method of protecting my arms from the sun if i want to wear a short sleeved shirt that day as well as for layering, and i always make them long with huge pockets so they're so functional and comfy
- harper tunic by elizabeth suzann studio. another shirt i've made several times to the extent that i use this pattern as a base whenever i want to make a new shirt. i made the hem straight instead of asymmetrical and i removed the pocket, and shortened the length of the tunic and it makes an awesome basic woven tee pattern for me. i can whip out a hacked shirt in this pattern in like 4 hours, highly recommend
- cap sleeve shirt from the assembly line. this is a new-to-me pattern that i'm currently using for the first time to make a shirt, and its great. similar basic silhouette as the harper tunic but it has a button placket and standing straight collar so i like having that built into the pattern.
- morocco pants from the fabrics store. awesome simple pants that are very comfy, but they work extremely well when cut into shorts. i can't wear shorts outside during the day but i still like to wear them at home/inside in the summer esp for sleeping, and i always use my hacked version of this pattern for that. so simple, so perfect.
#i dont mind paying for patterns because i know if i like it ill end up making it 6+ times#and whatever i dont agree with i can change myself w/o issue so ejrhejrkwke#also all these patterns go up to at least a US size 22 btw
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didn't poast last week so this is a two-week extravaganza post!
con: got roped into DMing dnd
pro: none of these fools have read mdzs so i can steal plots from there. hope the party is ready to be lead on a quest by a disembodied arm!
listening: oh shit SO many things. i will not be linking to all of them.
depeche mode: basically just their top songs on spotify, not any specific album. strong shoutout to 'shake the disease' and 'wrong' (which featured in my secret samol post!)
disturbed: ditto
franz ferdinand: albums 'hits to the head' and 'tonight'. throwbacks
phoenix: 'wolfgang amadeus phoenix' ditto throwback
inxs: 'x' DITTO throwback. doesn't hit the same as when i first listened to em years ago unfortunately
streetlight manifesto: album 'somewhere in the between'
boy and bear: 'harlequin dream'
sammy rae: 'let's throw a party', 'the good life', and their 'everybody wants to rule the world' cover
hozier: 'wasteland baby' and 'unreal unearth'
paramore: album 'this is why'
grizzly bear: 'veckatimiest' and 'painted ruins'
haken: their newest album 'fauna' because i'm thinking about whether or not to go to one of their shows in feb (leaning towards yes right now)
my SO's pinecore playlist
shosty symphony no 5 (<3)
and, finally, a lot of borodin symphony no. 1 in e flat and the last two movements of rimsky-korsakov golden cockerel because that's what the youth orchestra i'm volunteering with is playing right now haha
for podcasts, i've listened to the new counter/weight prequel eps! i'm so charmed to see these characters again. i still haven't finished millenium break holiday special because i lost my spot when a bunch of an episode played without sound by accident so i finally went and scrubbed back to the beginning of the episode (it's the second to last part) so by next week i will FINALLY be out of holiday special zone.
reading:
finished rereading tgcf lol,,,
in loving memory of square checkbox: apparently apple is switching to circle ones? hateful
wikipedia page for kessler syndrome
my friend @celestialtourguide sent me a dm to ask about a few of the characters in this manuscript and i was immediately charmed by it. it's so pretty, i loved the informational blurbs, just really cool stuff. it was already on waybackmachine but i've gone ahead and updated it.
watching:
kurtis conner looksmaxxing. weird little subculture peek.
rewatched sideways' why the music in cats 2019 is worse than you thought because my roommate was interested. this led us to the same channel's why avatar has the most ironic soundtrack of all time because roommate misread ironic as iconic and she really likes that movie. no accounting for taste, but aight. much more interesting than i thought it would be. that video then lead us to tony hinnigan's woodwind demos because hell fuckin yes. big-ass panpipes.
i've been keeping up on dunmeshi anime in little watch sessions with my SO, and also am working through kill la kill with him! i've seen it before but he has not so i'm really enjoying that.
playing:
fallow.
making:
i managed to finish my secret samol gift in time for reveal day!!! comics are fuckin hard dude!!!! i don't know if i'll be doing it again but it was a fun challenge. i decided to use a New App for some reason instead of procreate because procreate has not been hitting right and i wanted comic half tone brushes for this project. app is called sketchbook, it's an orange icon with a pencil on it. shrug! it's fine! i'll probably keep using it for a bit.
started working on an english paper piecing project! soliciting tips for that because right now my method is: cut out hexagon using pattern piece i made to be 1/4 in larger all around than the template, gluestick template onto hexagon, baste edges down neatly, whip-stitch right sides together. remove template once all six sides have something attached. i'm sure there's a better way to streamline this process, i'll have to experiment. this will end up as a dice bag i think.
finally, pottery starts again this week! so next week will have some of that in here
eating:
ah beans i did not do a good job keeping track of this. uh. made the ground pork & cabbage thing again because my roommate got SO much napa cabbage for making kimchi and we had a shitload left over. napa cabbage isn't as good as a more standard cabbage for this imo, standard cabbage tends to be a little sweeter i think once it's cooked in? idk. had some stage 5 mental illness moments last week trying to cook dinner on a very short time scale with lots of other shit to do, following a recipe because fucking of course my roommate wanted me to cook with a recipe that night. anyways.
misc:
like said at the top, somehow i managed to sign up for Another Activity god damn it. so now every saturday evening i run dnd. tl;dr i'm in a group irl that meets biweekly, someone who i give a lift to for that was complaining in the car that their other online group's dm ragequit after his encounter wasn't well-balanced (skill issue) and before thinking about it i just was like oh well i could probably step in if you need! god damn ittttt lol
i have missed dming so it should be fun. i vibe checked them for a session 0 last week and they seem chill and honestly shouldn't be too much work on my end, especially if i yoink plots from mdzs ha ha ha. other than that, all is basically well. i've settled back into a schedule, applied for some summer positions (!), and absolutely hate the amount of busy work in one of my two classes. yippee
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Unseen: Chapter 7
Chapter 7 of Unseen, a novel-length whump story about a ruthless mob heiress and the superpowered assassin she kidnaps and forces to work for her—and the unexpected friendship that develops between them.
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Sitting behind her father’s desk, Yvette felt five years old again. That was how old she had been when she had first sat in this chair. She had barely been able to peer over the top of the thick mahogany desk. She had picked up a stack of papers and frowned intently at them, muttering under her breath. Pretending to be her father, hard at work.
Her father had given her one of his rare indulgent smiles. Back then, she had thought he was proud to see his daughter follow in his footsteps. It wasn’t until years later that she realized he had been amused. He had thought her playacting was cute.
Now, as a grown adult, she still felt like she was playacting. The varnish of the wooden chair was worn away in the pattern of her father’s legs, not hers.
The papers in front of her were covered with scribbled notes in her own handwriting, and she had all but memorized the columns of numbers on each of them. That didn’t matter. In her mind, she was a five-year-old playing at doing her father’s work without truly understanding it. Maybe she always would be.
She wondered if the man sitting across from her saw her the same way.
She had known Stefan Kurti for as long as she could remember, although she had never exchanged a word with him beyond him telling her what he’d like to drink. His appearance was deceptively unassuming. His suit was plain, a dull gray-and-white that didn’t betray how much money had gone into each stitch. His hair was thin on top—he didn’t bother with a combover anymore. His eyes were too small for the rest of his face. On first glance, it would have been easy to miss the sharpness there.
It was a good thing Yvette had gotten much more than a single glance at him over the years.
He was one of her father’s long-time business partners, and one of the most reliable. Like many of her father’s contacts, he worked in imports. What he imported was weapons. He sold most of his stock to her father, who passed it on to his stable of happy customers—at a hefty markup, of course.
Not enough of a markup, in Yvette’s opinion. She thought the market could handle more. It wasn’t as if Kurti’s brand of exotica was easy to find. But that was an issue for another day. If she didn’t secure the stock, the details of pricing wouldn’t matter.
Kurti leaned forward in his chair, shifting his considerable bulk. His canny eyes held a gleam that made her feel slimy all over. She was reminded of the rumors of his other imports—the ones that went solely to feed his own unpleasant tastes. But her father had always found it more profitable to ignore those rumors. Yvette could do the same.
She took a long breath in. The office smelled like her father. Unexpected tears prickled at the corners of her eyes.
She should have held the meeting somewhere else.
No. He needed to see her behind her father’s desk. He needed that image of her authority. She swallowed the tears down and fixed him with a cold smile.
Her father had always waited for the other person to speak first. He would make them endure silence for as long as it took them to lose that game of chicken. Yvette had picked up that trick early on. This was the first chance she’d had to use it.
It worked. “Reynold didn’t tell me why you wanted to meet,” he said. “He only said you wanted to meet with me personally. I admit, I’m intrigued.” He licked his fat lips. They looked like two rain-swollen worms crawling across his face.
From his position next to the door, Reynold cleared his throat. “This is a business meeting,” he said, his voice quiet but firm. “I expect you to be professional.”
That was just what she needed—for her father’s business contacts to think she needed her father’s assistant to protect her. “Leave us,” she said, in a tone she had learned from her father. “I can handle him.”
“Are you sure?” Reynold asked.
No. The thought of that door closing, with Reynold on the other side of it, made her want to flee out the window.
She gave him a curt nod. “As you said, this is a business meeting. The details of my father’s business have never been your concern.”
The worry on his face nearly undid her. It would have been easier if he had looked hurt. He returned her nod and slipped wordlessly out the door.
It clicked softly shut behind him. She wished she were on the other side.
“Alone together.” Kurti licked his wormy lips again.
Yvette fixed him with her coldest stare as she drew herself up to her full seated height. “I sent my people to renew our usual deal yesterday, after your regular shipment came in,” she said. “Imagine my surprise when I heard you had already sold your entire stock to someone else.”
His lips parted. His eyebrows arched up into upside down V’s. It looked like that hadn’t been what he had expected to hear. And not just because he had been hoping for a proposition.
That was bad news.
“I sold the stock to the Couvillion Syndicate,” he said, confirming her suspicions. “It looks like you have an internal problem.”
“To whom in my syndicate?” Yvette asked.
“Who else? Representatives of Nathan Stanbury. I’m told he runs things now.”
A small smile played at the corners of his lips. Those canny eyes watched her.
So his surprise wasn’t entirely genuine after all. He knew very well what was going on here.
“You were told wrong,” she said. “I had a message sent to you explaining the new hierarchy last week, before your shipment ever came in. You should have waited for the people I personally sent.”
“I thought perhaps there had been a change in power since your message,” he said. “It’s not unusual, after someone of your father’s stature dies, for power to change hands several times.”
“Then you should have contacted me before making the sale. Unless you were already aware you were going behind my back.” She met those beady eyes of his, and didn’t look away.
He shrugged without guilt. “I’m not in this business to help widows and orphans. I make the deals that are most advantageous to me. Stanbury offered a better deal.”
“You must have known I would find out.”
“Does it matter?” He displayed his smile in full view now. “We both know that in a fight for leadership between you and Stanbury, he’ll come out ahead. He has decades of experience. The sympathy vote won’t count for much.”
She clenched her teeth. That was the only outer show of temper she allowed herself. “Tell him you won’t be working with him in the future, and I’ll be willing to overlook this.”
He shook his head. “His terms were too good for that. Better than anything your father ever offered.”
“What did he give you?”
He named a price. Yvette’s jaw clenched hard enough to send a spike of pain up the side of her face. She knew what was in those shipments. When Reynold had called her downstairs with his message, they had gone over the sheet together, looking at every last piece of inventory.
Stanbury had overpaid. It wasn’t a good business decision… unless his objective was not to maximize profits, but to close Yvette out of her own syndicate.
Yvette ran through the numbers in her hand. If she raised prices by ten percent more than she had already planned… no, it would have to be twenty. That was a risk. Customers wouldn’t be happy. Some would look elsewhere, even if they had to make do with inferior products.
But if she lost Kurti’s weapons, she would lose a full twenty percent of the syndicate’s income source, at least until she found an alternate supplier. Worse, Stanbury would gain that twenty percent.
Only eighty percent to go.
It took effort for her to unclench her jaw enough to speak. “I’m willing to beat that for your next shipment.” She named a price that would have her father’s accountants pulling out their hair and moaning into the strong drinks they would pour especially for the occasion.
Kurti shook his head. “I’m sorry. I already promised Stanbury a long and fruitful business partnership. I’d hate to go back on my word.”
“In other words,” Yvette said, “this isn’t about the money. You think you know the way the wind is blowing, and you want to be on the right side.”
“I’m glad we understand each other.” His smile broadened. His wormy lips seemed to wriggle on his fleshy face. “Now, unless there was anything else?…” He eyed her hopefully.
Yvette stood. “I have another meeting, I’m afraid.”
“Later, then.” He reached across the desk and grabbed her hand with surprising alacrity. He made as if to raise it to his lips.
She twisted her fingers in his grip until she had hold of his pinky. She bent it backward until his face went white and a startled moan of pain escaped his lips.
She let go. “When you reconsider,” she said, “contact Reynold to make an appointment. My schedule is rather full at the moment, but I’ll make time for you.”
When he was gone, she sank into her father’s chair. She felt even smaller now—four years old, three, a squalling infant. A spasmodic tremor ran through her.
She took a deep breath. She straightened her back, and stared at her hands until the trembling stopped. Then she called Reynold on the intercom. She was sure he was still here.
He came to her with embarrassing speed. He must have been waiting just down the hall.
Had he been so certain she would need his help? Had he been so sure that she would fail?
Reynold didn’t ask her how it had gone. She was sure one look at her face was enough to answer that question.
His eyes shone with the warm sympathy that had filled the empty spaces in her heart when she was a child. Now it set her teeth on edge.
She gave him the same look she had given Kurti. But she could only keep it up for a second. Then she looked down at the desk—her father’s desk. Not hers. Never hers. Her shoulders sagged. Her breath caught.
“I’m sorry, Yvette,” Reynold said.
His soft voice made her jaw tighten again. “It’s not over,” she reminded him. “Do you think my father never had trouble with any of his suppliers? You know better. You were there with him through all of it.”
“My offer is still open. I can help you walk away from all this.”
“What I need you to do,” Yvette said, “is look into my father’s other suppliers. Make sure Stanbury hasn’t gotten to them.”
Reynold was silent for a second too long.
“You already did, didn’t you?” Yvette asked. “They already are.”
“I’m sorry,” Reynold said again. There was something offensively final in his tone. Like he thought the battle was already lost.
“I sent them all messages after my father’s death,” she said. “I made sure they understood who they would be dealing with from now on.”
“I know,” Reynold reminded her. “I proofread them all for you.”
“You said they were masterfully done.”
“They were,” Reynold said. “Stanbury must be willing to operate at a loss in order to unseat you. It’s a risky strategy.”
“Not if the money is only an excuse on both sides, and they’ll all go back to the original deals they had with my father soon enough,” Yvette said. “Stanbury thinks I don’t have a chance. If that’s how they all think…” She shook her head. “It will be a self-fulfilling prophecy.”
“Haven’t you ever wanted to get away from all this?” Reynold asked, with a surprising amount of wistfulness in his voice. “Now’s your chance.”
Yvette looked up at him sharply. “It sounds like you’re speaking from experience.”
“Whether I wish your father had chosen a quieter line of work is immaterial,” Reynold said. “Your father loved what he did, and I…”
Yvette didn’t make him finish the sentence. “And I plan to follow in his footsteps,” she said. “But you don’t have to. You can walk away at any time.”
Reynold shook his head. He tried to hide the sadness in his eyes, but she knew him too well.
“I promised your father I would take care of you,” he said. “When you were young, that meant looking out for you when he was too busy. My responsibilities have changed, but my promise hasn’t.”
“If you don’t want to stay, you shouldn’t stay,” said Yvette. “Find a nice beach somewhere. Enjoy a well-deserved retirement.”
“My responsibilities didn’t end with your father’s death,” Reynold said. It was impossible to say whether his sadness was only at the mention of Yvette’s father, or more than that. “One could say they’re just beginning.”
“I don’t need someone to look after me.” Did no one believe she was capable of taking over her father’s empire? She had thought Reynold, at least, was on her side.
But being on her side and having respect for her weren’t necessarily the same thing.
“You’ll have me for as long as you need me,” Reynold said. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Yvette did not point out his unspoken assumption there—that she would always need him. But her lips thinned, and she went quiet.
After a few minutes, he seemed to get the hint. With a nod, he left the room.
Yvette slipped out the door after him. What she had told Kurti hadn’t entirely been a lie—she did have someone else she needed to meet with.
When she reached the fourth floor, Violet was still sitting on the couch. Yvette might have thought she hadn’t moved at all, except that a box of fresh-baked cookies now sat beside her. She had chosen chocolate chip. The cookies were half gone, and chocolatey crumbs littered Violet’s silk shirt. Violet didn’t seem to notice. Her eyes were glued to the flickering screen. Bugs Bunny.
Yvette cleared her throat. Violet jumped. The cookie in her hand flew into the air and landed facedown on the floor.
Violet started to stand up. Yvette shook her head and sank onto the other end of the couch. Violet didn’t complete her motion, but her entire body tensed, like Yvette had caught her in the middle of another escape attempt.
“You like Bugs Bunny?” Yvette asked, nodding toward the screen.
“They’re like drawings,” said Yvette. “But they act like people.” She gave a shy giggle. “It’s funny.”
“And chocolate chip?” Yvette asked.
Violet frowned. She tilted her head in a silent question.
Yvette pointed at the cookies. “Chocolate chip. That’s what the bits of chocolate are called.”
“Chocolate chip,” Violet repeated, with the seriousness of someone repeating a new vocabulary word in a foreign language. “They taste like candy. I had candy once. When I was a child.”
Sympathy swelled Yvette’s throat. Then she swallowed it down. There was no reason to feel sorry for Violet and her deprived childhood. That was all over now. Yvette had saved her.
What Yvette wanted in return wasn’t so bad, really.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying your freedom,” she said. For a second, she wished she could leave Violet here, eating chocolate chip cookies and watching cartoons.
But what she needed was just a minor thing. It was nothing, to someone with Violet’s training. And when it was done, Violet could come right back here to her TV and cookies. She wouldn’t be returning to a cold, empty cell.
Yvette’s eyes flicked to the bracelet. She quickly looked away.
“I need a favor,” she said.
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Maybe I'd still tell her how her eyes glistened under the morning sun
Maybe I'd still tell her how the light would brush off her skin
Maybe I'd still tell her how her lips felt like a flower dissolving like a psychedelic trip
Maybe I'd still tell her that i would tie her hair in a perfect knot, and there wouldn't be a strand left hanging
Maybe I'd still tell her how her smile would bring about the winds under the scorching heat
Maybe I'd still tell her I dream of preparing food for her as good as the way she understood them
Maybe I'd still tell her that i had learnt to bargain on the street to buy her a perfect pair of jhumkas for the price I wanted
Maybe I'd still tell her that i had searched for the perfect design and pattern of kurti that she had always wanted but could never afford
Maybe I'd still tell her that I'm stranded in this ocean of sorrow that she hides behind her eyes and I'm still finding a way to navigate it's waters
Maybe I'd still tell her that i would carefully collect her insecurities and fears and burn them over pieces of wood and a matchstick.
Maybe I'd still tell her that her tears were worth more than all the gold in the world,
And if she had to scream and cry and curse, there would be blossom over the ground where her tears had fallen
Maybe I'd still tell her that in the midst of all her storms she could walk into my house and I would sing her to sleep
Maybe I'd still tell her that she didn't have to grow so fast so early
Maybe I'd still tell her scared inner child that she could go out and play and have all the candies and toys she wanted and the bad man on the street was just a myth.
Maybe I'd still tell her that I search for her in my nightmares when the big heavy boots walk up the stairs during the dark and I'm tied up in bed.
Maybe I'd still tell her that i would stitch her wounds she gave birth to everytime she blamed herself for the sins she never committed
|| I remember my mother telling me being born as the eldest daughter in a dysfunctional household was a curse ||
Maybe I'd still tell her that the childhood stolen from her is still running around the tree in the beautiful garden in the horizon, waiting for her to return
I would still tell her everything I always wanted to say as I call her out under the burning sun
She doesn't utter a word nor does she look back.
"An end has a start", i kept telling myself
I believed the screams of what remained from her childhood were louder and welcoming her back home
My words, hence stood no chance against the peace and freedom that she deserved
And so displaying a black silhouette, she disappeared slowly within the burning mirage of the horizon
I etched our goodbyes on the tree we always sat under
I knew, if she ever returned and cried out my name,
I would not be just the ghost of her past anymore
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The Enduring Elegance of Embroidered Kurti Sets with Sharara and Dupatta
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📚 STUFF I READ 📚
🥰 The Man Behind the Curtain (seitentaisei) - 71K, SuperBat getting together fic - "A character study of Bruce Wayne, the Batman, as told by Clark Kent as he sorts through the stories, the acting, and the news to find the real man behind the masks. What exactly can Clark do if he maybe finds himself falling in love along the way?"
😍 Casual Encounters (MoreThanSlightly (cadignan)) - 66K, modern no-powers shrinkyclinks - always forget just how incredible this fic is! the pining and angst are truly exquisite while we know they're being two dumbasses standing in a pine forest. plus the descriptions of steve's painting are incredible.
😊 Dear Enemy (GingerTodgers) - 69K, drarry - breezy & lighthearted epistolary fic, some voices maybe a trifle OOC but entertaining
💖💖 +147K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖
king (nerd) steve harrington (sky_of_starflowers) - Stranger Things: steddie, 3K - steve accidentally reveals his nerdy side and eddie *really* likes it
Dustin Henderson and the Lovebirds (pukner) - Stranger Things: steddie, 9K - "five times Dustin Henderson was subjected to Eddie Munson being gross and sappy and in love with Steve Harrington, and one time Steve didn't even have to be there" - short but absolutely hilarious with excellent podfic (I read the fic and then listened to the podfic the next day, so great both times!)
“Never So Young As That”: 20 Years of the Boy with a Bat (greatunironic) - Stranger Things: steddie, 6K - lovely new vingette in this universe
Patterns of Intention (drunktuesdays) - TW: sterek, 17K - canon-divergent post s3?, stiles and derek decide to take lessons from deaton and then feelings [technically a reread but it's been at least 5 years]
serpentine serenade (thiccbuckybarnes) - MCU: stucky, 3K - antastic & filthy pwp with naga!steve and modern (but still former WS) bucky [reread]
Beyond the Yellow Book Road (crinklefries) - MCU: shrunkyclunks, 30K - wonderful and tender shrunkyclunks where steve discovers 1 thing from his past that's still around -- a beloved bookstore now run by bucky [reread]
📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺
D20: A Crown of Candy - "Keep Sharp" (s5, e3)
D20: Adventuring Party - s1, e1
D20: Adventuring Party - s1, e2
D20: Adventuring Party - s1, e3
D20: Dungeons and Drag Queens - "The Time Has Come" (s18, e3)
D20: Adventuring Party - "The Dice Tell The Story" (s13, e3)
D20: A Crown of Candy - "The Grand Tournament" (s5, e4)
🎧 PODCASTS 🎧
Hit Parade Plus - The Bridge: So Excited and Breaking Out
Rivals: Music's Greatest Feuds - Suspicious Minds: Elvis Presley vs. Jerry Lee Lewis
50 Years of Hip-Hop - Hip-Hop's Origins
⭐ 50 Years of Hip-Hop - Scratching and the Art of DJing
50 MPH - 4 MPH / Paramount Hits the Brakes
The Soundtrack Show - Great Melodies Tell Great Stories
50 Years of Hip-Hop - 1975: "Let's Take It to the Stage" by Funkadelic
The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Gunnar Schonbeck Exhibit
Rachel Maddow Presents: Déjà News - Episode 4: “It’s a Very Short Path”
The Sporkful - 2 Chefs And A Lie: Name That Mustard Edition
50 MPH - 5 MPH / New Life at a New Fox
50 Years of Hip-Hop - 1977: Grand Wizzard Theodore and the Invention of Scratching
50 Years of Hip-Hop - 1979: "Rapper's Delight" by Sugarhill Gang
50 Years of Hip-Hop - 1980: "The Breaks" by Kurtis Blow
Into It - Everything You’ve Ever Wanted To Know About Sex Onscreen
⭐ Shedunnit - Editing Agatha Christie
The Atlas Obscura Podcast - A Friendly Town With An Ax To Grind
Stuff The British Stole - The Unfinished Prince
Switched on Pop - Speak Now (about Taylor's versions)
Vibe Check - Life Has Been Lifing Lately
ICYMI Plus - Has Black Twitter Found A New Home?
⭐ Ologies with Alie Ward - Curiology (EMOJI) Part 2 with Various Emoji Experts
Simply Reflecting - You Mean I Have To Advocate For Myself?
Decoder Ring Plus - The Great Parmesan Cheese Debate
Our Opinions Are Correct - The State of the Galaxy
⭐ The Atlas Obscura Podcast - The Complaint Tablet of Ea-Nasir
99% Invisible #544 - Chick Tracts
The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Man’s Best (Stiff) Friends
⭐ 50 Years of Hip-Hop - 1983: The Wu-Tang Clan and Asian Influences in Hip-Hop
⭐ 50 Years of Hip-Hop - 1985: "I Can't Live Without My Radio" by LL Cool J
What Next: TBD Plus - Will UPS Workers Join "Hot Strike Summer?"
Re: Dracula - Bonus 5: Producing The Wright Way
Into It - What Happens When All of Hollywood’s on Strike?
Dear Prudence Plus - My Friends Got Me a Terrible Birthday Gift. Help!
Strong Songs - "Everybody Wants to Rule the World" by Tears For Fears
Off Menu - Ep 196: Toheeb Jimoh
ICYMI Plus - Did Fancams Determine This Year’s Emmy Nominations?
⭐ Hot and Bothered - Live from Pemberley: Fire Island (with Joel Kim Booster)
🎶 MUSIC 🎶
Under The Covers Vol. 1 [Matthew Sweet & Susanna Hoffs] {2006}
Under The Covers Vol. 2 [Matthew Sweet & Susanna Hoffs] {2009}
Under The Covers Vol. 3 [Matthew Sweet & Susanna Hoffs] {2013}
AC/DC Radio • 2000s
Electronic Radio • 1970s
The Pointer Sisters Radio • Popular
The Age of Pleasure [Janelle Monáe] {2023}
The English Beat Radio • Familiar
"I Love A Rainy Night" [Eddie Rabbitt] Radio • Popular
Classic Sunny Afternoon
Classic Easy Rock
Lord of The Lost Radio • Familiar
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