[dnyoh]

@     dnyoh        :        a  dependent  multi  -  muse  blog  dependent  on  arconiafm.  written  by  yara  (  she  /  her  and  twenty8  ). 

ᝰ.        everett  cabot        …        introduction  .   twenty6   .   cis  man  +  he  /  him   .   sous  chef   .   apt  #1102

ᝰ.        amir  el mohandes        …        introduction  .   twenty9   .   nonbinary  +  he  /  they   .   florist   .   apt  #904

[ofopalites-archive]

Having Everett in Paws & Pour is a distraction, a very welcome one, but a distraction nonetheless. The other man is captivating where he's just sitting there, playing with cats, and Liam's grateful there isn't anybody else in the cafe to see him constantly fumbling what should be easy tasks. They're things he does every single day but suddenly it's like it's his first day here. "They're cats," comes the dead pan answer, Liam barely looking up from where he's been wiping down the same spot over and over. He can just barely see a white, fluffy thing ready to pounce at the repeated movement and for a second he can pretend it's what he's doing. Playing with a cat instead of wiping down a counter repeatedly because he's too busy watching his best friend play with cats. "I don't have a cat." It's a lie, a small orange kitten follows him constantly when he's working, and he's pretty sure if that cat got adopted by someone else, Liam will have to quit this job. The kitten in question meows where it's sitting by his feet, like it knows it's been talked about. "Don't tell me Vera told you I'm thinking of adopting one."

[dnyoh]

“i heard cats can be trained,” everett pushes back as he pets another cat that comes his way, a cute thing with a dark splotch that looks like a mustache. “well, some cats,” he amends as he looks at the purring cat, “if they want to listen to you, i guess.” he never got the chance to have a childhood pet so it’s not like he’s ever grown up around any cats but spending so much time at paws and pour has taught everett that cats truly are enigmas. their little minds remain a mystery to him, a cute mystery, though. 

everett’s gaze goes back to liam, a sly spark in his eyes as he spots the little kitten by his best friend. “i have eyes,” he says, pointedly glancing down at the kitten before looking back up at liam. he takes another sip from his mug as he observes liam’s future pet. “any name ideas?” he asks, leaning back in his chair as he looks at liam, trying not to focus too much on how beautiful he is. cat names, everett tells himself, focus on the cat names.

[bloomedwarmth]

vera would never tell him no, not really, so she settles on the couch when he heads into the kitchen. "of course even the ones who don't like each other," she nods since he can see her over the counter top. "they have something to prove like people actually believe going out one night a year makes them a good and believable couple. they're also the ones who sit around posting after everything we've been through, i've never loved anyone more."

god, maybe she really was bitter, who knew but still, she loved these stories, she couldn't help it. "they sound fun, i bet she's cheating. wish we could bet on it but you'll never see them again." eyes are wide and she grins, stomach growling loudly. "oh my god, i could kiss you."

[dnyoh]

“my god,” everett laughs without meaning to at vera’s words. “you’re so right, they make those seven paragraph captions on instagram. we’ve been through hell but we love each other, yeah okay.” it’s not being mean, it’s being observant … it’s commenting on the world around them, if anything. and no one can avoid the truth that the longer the instagram caption, the worse the relationship is, probably.

he sets up the food on the coffee table because it’s what’s easiest at this time of night. “maybe she is, or maybe she doesn’t love him enough,” he shrugs, thinking either is likely. he finds a fork and passes it to vera before plopping down beside her. “i’d eat with you but looking at this food is kinda giving me flashbacks … anyways, how was work?”

[ofselenite]

sofia hums, eyes still on the screen as everett’s legs weigh comfortably across her lap. she shifts just enough to get settled, one hand absentmindedly resting against his leg. “he’s not wrong,” she says after a beat, tone mild. “but ramsay does enjoy the drama a little too much.” her gaze flicks to the chef on screen, then she exhales softly through her nose. “yeah,” she adds, dry as ever, “if he doesn’t go home now, it’ll be a mercy violation.” it’s not something she gets to do often—sit like this, half-curled on a couch, watching bad reality television and letting her brain idle instead of cataloging details or anticipating the next call. the noise, the absurdity of it, the low-stakes drama unfolding on the screen feels strangely refreshing. grounding, even. for a moment, she isn’t a mortician or the one people rely on when things fall apart. she’s just sofia, legs pinned under a friend’s weight, judging terrible chefs and feeling, normal. “why do you think they don't put good chefs on shows like this?”

[dnyoh]

everett takes a sip of his seltzer as he ponders the question. “probably because they make good tv,” he settles on with a nod so certain, you’d think he’s behind the casting of the show. thinking about it, he continues, “remember the first few seasons? he literally had people who just liked to cook on the show and maybe two actual chefs. you can like to cook, i don’t care about skills when you’re in your own kitchen but if you’re trying to be the executive chef of a restaurant in vegas …” he trails off, motioning his hand in a way that speaks for itself. 

it comes to him that though he tries not to be too snobby about food, he sure does sound it now. it’s a good thing sofia knows him well enough to know he’s not annoyingly pretentious. the show continues in the background, ramsay judging the chefs’ dishes, and everett watches but his attention draws back. instead of focusing on the dishes, he turns to sofia, “did you make that recipe i sent you, by the way? i wanted to see a picture.”

[dialdrvnks]

if there was one thing that anyone should know about roman villanueva it was that they were not a morning person. everett, out of all people would know that. and yet, his cousin seemed insistent on waking him up at the ass crack of dawn. a scowl appearing on roman's face as he appeared in the kitchen, "calm down," he grumbled as he took a seat at the counter. "is there a reason you've woken me up so early?"

[dnyoh]

“it’s 9am,” everett says matter-of-factly. he doesn’t know if it’s the fact that he’s used to long hours and little sleep but 9am is not early. he slides a plate of food over to roman with ease, setting his own plate down across from them. he leans against the counter, opting not to sit down for the moment. “i made breakfast,” he gives as a late reason, as if it’s not obvious, “thought you could use some food before you go terrorize the city.” he takes a bite of his eggs, asking, “any plans today?”

[dnyoh]

was that amir el mohandes walking through the doors of the arconia this morning? i heard they just moved in to apartment 904 from taos, new mexico. the 29 year old works as a florist @ in bloom seems like they’d be loyal but also a little bit troubled. whenever i see amir, i always think of warm mornings where only the rustling of nature can be heard, the fresh scent of softener clinging to one's clothes, and brand-aids stuck on little cuts from unruly thorns.

one .

full name: amir el mohandes

nickname(s): none

age: twenty-nine years old

birthday: december 28th

place of birth: taos, new mexico

gender + pronouns: nonbinary, he + they

sexuality: bisexual

relationship status: single

two .

occupation: florist @ in bloom

residence: apartment 904

family: omar el mohandes (father, deceased) + yasmine el mohandes (paternal aunt, mother figure) + jessica scott (aunt's wife, mother figure) + two cousins he considers siblings

other relatives: clara el mohandes nee vinck (mother, estranged)

three .

zodiac: capricorn

positive traits: savvy, decisive, kind

negative traits: impatient, stubborn, fickle

four .

tldr . amir el mohandes is the only child of a pair doomed from the start. his father died when he was a young child and his mother subsequently abandoned them with their aunts. they were raised in a small town in new mexico, always loved, always wanted. but the love his aunts, now his mothers, gave him didn't always make up for what they had already lost. seeking happiness, they traveled to new york to study and stayed there. they found different jobs, only settling in at in bloom due to his love for botany, and carved out a life for themself here. this is where he is meant to be.

trigger warnings . parental death, child abandonment in that order

many years ago, amir's parents were happy together. things began to fall apart rather quickly after amir's birth, however. their father was a taos native, their mother a recent transplant from los angeles. she constantly questioned whether or not she had settled down too quickly with amir's father. having a husband and child didn't seem to mesh with who she was as a person — the responsibility too much to carry at times. though she stayed for the first three years of amir's life, she was a ticking time bomb. it wasn't a question of if she would leave, it was when.

soon after amir turned three, his father passed away in a sudden workplace accident. their mother tried to work through the unexpected death but ultimately gave in to her impulses to run. she left toddler amir with their paternal aunt, vanishing into thin air.

amir's aunt and her partner would raise amir for the remainder of his childhood. they grew up alongside their cousins who they came to consider their siblings. their aunts didn't differentiate between the children, amir was their child through and through in their eyes. and though amir loved his family dearly, he couldn't help but wonder about the mother he'd never truly known and miss the father he'd lost too soon. as they entered adolescence, anger began to seep into their thoughts about their mother. if she couldn't find it in her to stay with her only child why should they wonder about her so much? they resolved to keep her from his mind, she had proven long ago she wasn't reliable.

during their teen years, they had ambitions that he wanted to see realized. he wanted to make a life for himself in some big city away from their small town. he left taos at eighteen to find himself in new york with his mothers' support. there, they would flop around for a bit in an attempt to find themself until they finally settled on studying music. still, he held onto his many interests throughout the years — painting, literature, botany.

the last, botany, slowly began to overtake his life as he continued his stay in new york. it was when he was twenty-two that they decided to make the move permanent. they could have gone back to taos, gone back to a simpler life, but the thought brought him no happiness. it was here in this big city where his fate laid. and while their decision to study music wasn't the best financial move, it did fulfill something within them. and so, they continued with their musical pursuits on the side as they looked for work.

his long standing hyper fixation on botany helped him obtain a job at in bloom where he's been for the last few years. they find solace in the work and use their spare time to tutor children in different musical instruments and play at different venues for a price. amir is talented, this has never been a doubt in the minds of those who know them, it is his ambition that falls short. he wants to live life well. and well to him means to live a life surrounded by what he loves.

five .

the pianist . platonic (0/1): amir and y/m became friends during their time at university. y/m didn't necessarily have to study music, they just had to have enjoyed playing instruments, specifically the piano. they bonded over their love for the piano, becoming close over times spent workshopping little tunes and what not. they've been friends ever since, always having kept in contact since graduating!

close friends . platonic (0/2): amir and y/ms are very close friends. together, they're the troublemaking trio. they're called that because they usually get up to things when they're all together. they may be nearing their thirties now but that matters little! they're still young at heart, damn it </3 anyways, they could have met in university or just over time and become very good friends. they have a ridiculous group chat and play video games together and laugh too hard in restaurants when they go out to eat.

best friend/ex/roommate . romantic (0/1): a wanted connection.

roommate . romantic (0/1): a wanted connection.

florist regular . platonic (0/1): amir works the busier shifts at in bloom, so they're constantly meeting new people and greeting old regulars. y/m is someone who happens to frequent the shop for whatever reason, be they an event planner or a flower lover or just someone who likes to get people flowers! amir has come to know the basics about y/m and these two are becoming ever closer every time y/m makes their weekly or bi weekly stop at the shop.

park buddies . platonic (0/3): amir frequents central park on an almost daily basis. through there, they've made acquaintances that could be considered friends depending on each muse. y/m and amir just happen to meet at the park often and chill out together. in the winter, they sit at a bench and drink hot chocolate; in the summer, they sit on the grass and eat a sandwich. either way, they get along well and can potentially hang out outside of the park!

book club . platonic (0/4): a few years ago, amir thought woah, i could definitely run a book club. they did run one of like 15ish or so people for a while but the group eventually dwindled down to these 5. they meet at least once every month to discuss the month's book pick but they also hang out outside of the club meetings. sometimes they go to bars or go out to eat or go out and share an experience together, like the time they jokingly took photos with santa down at the pier but then they all kept the photo ... friendship!

[bloomedwarmth]

the exhaustion, it’s just setting in and vera’s about to give up on waiting and go right to bed. it’s not that she doesn’t want to eat with him. this is like her favorite time of the week, she loves talking shit and if anyone’s good at it? it’s everett. but, she’s just half dozing when he knocks.

“shit,” she breathes, a hand sliding through her hair an she’s stumbling off the couch. “one sec!” she calls out — feet shuffling toward the door and pulling it open. “late enough, jackass?”

[dnyoh]

everett nearly falls forward when vera opens the door but he catches himself so he shuffles inside instead. “i know,” he groans, not wanting to look at the time, “it was so busy.” and it was … he feels like he’s been hit by a train. a train of meats cooked to perfect temp and pastas sauteed just right. he motions to her kitchen as if to ask can i before going right ahead and making use of the microwave. an evil tool to many chefs but a practical one in everett’s eyes.

“it feels like every single couple was out today, even the ones who don’t like each other,” he complains as he unwraps vera’s food. as he heats everything up, he starts recounting, “there was this one couple that started fighting because he wanted to propose and she was telling him they hadn’t been together long enough. and then he said they’ve been together ten years. so, that was fun to hear about, i guess.” he presents vera with the food once it’s done heating up — a pasta and a braised beef dish —, giving a little, “ta-da, enjoy. i nearly died because of this.”

[shane-ilya]

CONNOR STORRIE as ILYA ROZANOV Heated Rivalry 1x05

[dnyoh]

location: everett and roman's apartment status: closed for @dialdrvnks

everett’s shift starts later in the day for once, meaning he’s free to make himself and his cousin breakfast. he’s not a huge breakfast person but one of the big three meals of the day or whatever the kellogg commercials spouted when he was a child. plus, he knows if he doesn’t offer roman breakfast, he’ll probably end up eating garbage. he’s nearly done with their pancakes and eggs when he calls out, “roman, wake up! it’s already 10am! you have to be a productive member of society today!” not really. everett doesn’t care much what roman gets up to so long as he isn’t having to bail him out of jail or answer calls from emergency rooms. he doesn’t hear any stirring for a moment and, as he plates their food, calls out again, “roman!”

[dnyoh]

location: outside of the arconia building status: closed for @val3ur

it’s not so cold these days, thank everything. it allows everett to actually step outside for more than a few minutes without getting something that feels an awful lot like frostbite lite on his extremities. he presses the heel of his right hand to his eye for a moment, just to feel the pressure, then sighs and drops his hand again. “i don’t know, i don’t think the odyssey movie is going to be good.” he brings his lit cigarette to his mouth, takes a drag as he contemplates the trailer he watched just yesterday.

“i mean, it seems accurate but the cast isn’t what i expected.” he looks over at dylan beside him, “what did you think? have any faith in christopher nolan?” everett’s hope for nolan died when he watched the dark knight rises. what a horrible batman…

[dnyoh]

location: purrs & pour status: closed for @ofopalites

a calico cat climbs up everett’s back and onto his lap, batting away the russian blue that claimed the spot about twenty minutes ago. it’s not a serious fight, it never is, the cats at the cafe get along well. it’s the only reason why everett smiles and pets the little calico, “you’re very cute but you have to be nicer.” he looks over at liam from where he’s sitting, his smile softening at the sight of him.

“you don’t teach them manners?” he asks, obviously joking as he watches the calico bounce away to a nearby cat tower. it’s one of his days off from work, meaning he’s spending part of it at the cafe with liam. everett rationalizes it by telling himself he’s a friend visiting another friend, keeping him company for a bit, you know? it’s not really all there is to it but everett refuses to open up that sealed box. “where is yours?” he asks as he takes a sip of his latte. 

[dnyoh]

location: vera's apartment status: closed for @bloomedcold

by the time everett is at vera’s door, valentine’s day is practically over. it’s always a difficult day. not because everett spends his time wallowing of his lack of relationship but because every couple in new york city makes it their mission to go out to dinner. a large amount of them want to do it at his job. tonight’s reservation count had been astronomical and the work neverending. while a part of him is bone tired, another part is ready to keep the night going. and by keep the night going he means lay on vera’s couch and chat shit about the day’s events.

he knocks on her door, the eco-friendly bag in his hand weighed down with several takeaway containers of their special valentine’s day menu. “open the door,” he says, “the food’s getting cold.” the truth is it’s already cold but what vera doesn’t know won’t hurt her. 

[dnyoh]

location: everett's apartment status: closed for @ofselenite

“he sucks,” everett says with the finality only a bone deep confidence can procure. he knows he’s a good chef, a damned good one at that, and a good chef always knows when they’re looking at someone with less experience. it’s not a judgemental thing most of the time, it just is what it is. sprawled out on the couch so he’s invading sofia’s space, his legs resting on her lap, he continues his analysis of the show, “i think ramsay brings on untalented chefs on purpose. someone has to go home. and they make good tv.” on the television, a chef crashes into another and drops his challenge dish. everett sighs, reaching for his can of seltzer, “you think he’ll go home?”

[dnyoh]

location: central park status: closed for @glimmcr

returning to the park bench they’ve commandeered, everett dangles a smoothie in front of griffin, “for you, take it.” despite the fact that he’s not a fan, in fact he is probably an enemy, of the hot dog carts set up all around central park, he does indulge in the fruit smoothie carts. they bring back memories of when his nanny would buy him one while they roamed around the park. that and they’re actually good, okay.

he plops down beside his best friend, looking out at the people going about their own days at the park as he takes a long sip from his own smoothie. “you know,” he starts as he sets the smoothie beside him, “the snow is even uglier than i thought.” it’s all around the park in large chunks, like no one’s bothered to clean it up properly. they’re probably hoping warm weather will come soon and melt it all away. “gross,” he comments both in his mind and aloud, shaking his head at the sight.

[dnyoh]

was the everett cabot walking through the doors of the arconia this morning? i heard they just moved in to apartment 1102 from manhattan, new york. the twenty6 year old works as a sous chef, seems like they'd be creative but also a little bit finicky. whenever i see ev, i always think of the repetitive sound of a knife chopping ingredients, a painting staring at you from its position above an unused fireplace, and the scent of freshly brewed coffee in the middle of the night.

one .

full name: everett michael cabot

nickname(s): ev at times, typically he's just called everett

age: twenty-six years old

birthday: february 1st

place of birth: manhattan, new york

gender + pronouns: cis man, he + him

sexuality: bisexual

relationship status: single

two .

occupation: sous chef

residence: apartment 1102

family: elizabeth cabot (mother, strained relationship) + archibald lange (father, estranged)

other relatives: roman villanueva (cousin)

three .

zodiac: aquarius

positive traits: sociable, passionate, observant

negative traits: private, hard-headed, confrontational

four .

tldr . everett cabot is the son of a world famous chef and a media company mogul. he was raised in a cold home, taken care of by nannies while his parents pursued their careers. when he was a teenager, his mother started taking him to her restaurants as she noticed his love for cooking. despite this, the two's relationship broke down until everett left the family home and refused to see either of his parents. he now lives in the arconia with his black sheep cousin and works at a prestigious italian restaurant.

in the late 90s, elizabeth cabot and archibald lange were married for many reasons, love not one of major importance. elizabeth was an up-and-coming chef at the time, well known to her peers for her many talents and just starting to break out into the world at large. her restaurant, cabot, opened a year after her marriage and would catapult her to true fame.

archibald, on the other hand, kept to his family's media conglomerate, largely ignoring not only his wife's career but his wife as a whole. though they presented a perfect image to the public, the truth was that their marriage was often on the rocks. in a bid to save said marriage from implosion, they decided to have a child.

everett cabot was born in the month of love. how ironic, no? his birth and subsequent childhood were difficult to say the least. his mother was unwilling to slow down her career while his father saw no obligation to raise the child he helped create. and so, everett was primarily cared for by nannies. he spent most of his childhood with one particular nanny. together, they explored new york from a viewpoint everett may have never been able to experience if it wasn't for her. she cared for him totally, always at his side whenever he needed her. in many ways, she was his true mother.

when he entered adolescence, his mother stepped back into the picture everett had drawn of his home life. she let go of his nanny, reasoning that he was old enough to care for himself to a degree. more than that, she had seen how close everett was to the woman who raised him — and as much as elizabeth never regretted putting her career first, she didn't enjoy the fact that her place within her son's life had been usurped. everett was devastated by the loss of the only support system he felt he had.

his mother quickly noticed his interest in food, something his nanny fostered over the years as she, too, enjoyed cooking. she started bringing everett around the cabot restaurants, primarily the first one on 5th avenue. she would tell those who asked that everett picked up her passion for food, a lie she thought to be truth. she never understood that everett didn't feel connected to her, that he thought her to be a stranger more than anything else.

they fought constantly as everett grew older, always shouting back and forth then retreating to their own corners of the cabot home. all throughout this, archibald came and went, never truly present in his son's life. everett knew to never expect a thing from his father, it would be futile to want a ghost to stay. spending more time in kitchens than out of them, everett would go on to receive a proper education in the culinary arts. his mother's name opened up doors for him, though he often refused to cross them. he wanted to succeed by his own merits. below that, he didn't want anything he accomplished tied to this mother.

everett moved out the family home as soon as he could, leaving his parents to their own devices. his mother never stopped reaching out, though her attempts were often filled with condescending words and half-veiled barbs. everett ignored her and his father as he went about making a life of his own. he now lives in the arconia with his black sheep cousin and works as a sous chef at a prestigious italian restaurant. joy is a hard thing to chase but he looks for it regradless, not wanting to spend his entire life miserable.

five .

the old friend . platonic (1/1): everett and y/m grew up together to an extent. they’ve at least known each other since they were kids. they more or less clicked from the beginning and have remained friends since then. everett always felt comfortable enough to confide in y/m about the problems regarding his family, especially his mother. guy has massive mommy issues, i fear. i just picture them being so comfortable with each other, like we fall asleep on the couch together watching hell’s kitchen comfortable.

the best friend . platonic (1/1): much like the old friend, everett and y/m are very close friends. they don’t have to be childhood friends but whenever and wherever they met, they became close rather quickly. everett finds it hard to connect to a lot of people but y/m was so, so easy to connect with. they’re on each other’s phones constantly — texts, calls, facetime calls — and they hang out whenever they can!

the taste testers . platonic (3/3): y/m helps out everett from time to time whenever he feels like experimenting with food. he has them taste whatever he makes. and though he has a great talent for cooking, he often looks for real feedback from them. even if y/m tells him it’s good, he’ll ask them specific questions to see how he can perfect his dishes. he’s a perfectionist </3

the film buff . platonic (1/1): y/m enjoys movies, maybe even calls themself something of a film aficionado. everett really, really likes watching movies and expanding his inner catalogue. this dude literally watches a movie and is like i have to go on letterboxd asap. these two often watch movies together, be it at a theater or at one of their homes, and discuss their lives as they do. they’ll be watching like … paddington in peru and start talking about how they were never loved as children lmao

the no.1 customer . platonic (1/1): y/m is a regular at the restaurant where everett works. one time they came near closing and ended up chatting with everett, after which they formed a friendly dynamic. everett gives them slightly special treatment and whenever he has the time, comes out to talk to them. they typically only talk when they’re both at the restaurant but i can see them moving their friendship past that!

the former friend . antagonistic (0/1): everett and y/m were once friends, very close friends. unfortunately, life got between them and they ended up not seeing eye-to-eye about a very important situation. everett cut them off immediately because he felt he didn’t have time to deal with drama and because if you cut the cord first it hurts less <3 since then, they’re ice cold with each other. put them in the same room, they won’t say a word to each other.

the online enemy . antagonistic (1/1): y/m is on cooking subreddits, be it as a professional cook or a novice cook or whatever. point is, they like food and are interested in cooking. everett also has a reddit account and looks around cooking subreddits whenever he’s bored. they don’t know each other in real life but they argue constantly on those subreddits. they have very different opinions about what makes a good dish and neither will back down once they get started. it’s gotten to the point that they recognize each other’s usernames and just ragebait each other.

the bad date . antagonistic (0/1): everett and y/m were set up on a blind date a bit ago. it did not go well. for whatever reason, they just did not get along. and instead of moving on graciously, they’ve become each other’s haters. let’s imagine they got into a big ass argument over something trivial at a nice restaurant. it’s giving child’s play by drake oh my god </3 except neither of them cared about looking stupid in that restaurant lol

the ex . romantic turned platonic (0/1): everett and y/m dated a year or so ago. it was very much puppy love, or at least as much as it could be with everett being unable to fully commit. there was always a part of him that had one foot out the door. they broke up on good terms and remain friends!

the fling . romantic (0/1): everett has no time for a proper relationship right now — at least that’s what he tells himself. he and y/m hook up from time to time. it’s casual for both of them as they only really contact each other when they’re looking to release stress. everett doesn’t always make time for them and he doesn’t expect them to make time for him. their dynamic is essentially just moments of pleasure every so often.

the just a friend . romantic (1/1): everett and y/m are friends but there’s always a tension between them. others who look at them think they’re something more but they always deny it. there are feelings there but everett doesn’t want to ruin their friendship, also he fully thinks it’s one-sided on his end.