Made in Pakistan (2024) reflects Abbas Mandegarâs (b. 1999) own experiences with pain and anxiety as a child labourer in garment factories in Pakistan. A refugee from Afghanistan, Mandegarâs childhood was filled with sewing tools, instead of toys. Now a designer based in Sweden, Mandegar incorporates the tools of fashion â scissors, pins and sewing machine bobbins â into the garments as symbols of struggle and survival.
The geometrical ornamentation pays homage to the Hazara, the designerâs native Afghan tribe. Mandegar is reclaiming his childhood and immigrant story, as well as highlighting the human suffering involved in global, fast fashion.
Syboulette Fabulous Pride set - 4t3 conversion - very late gift for @toadifylackoffantasy
Sorry for the very long delay - I was very busy, but on the other hand you also got very busy, so I guess we're even!
14 items, all BGC, all recolorable except for the rug and the wall polaroids
Some items have fun extra rainbow presets though :)
Clothing rack is functional as a wardrobe and the hanging clothes snap to its slots. They are compatible with ATS' Dream Home Decorator closet pieces!
The desk is just a desk, didn't make it a vanity because of the EP requirements + we already have a mirror and a clothing rack
There's an UV issue in one of the inside soles of the platform shoes - I had to work on the OG mesh a lot (it was one-sided on everything), had to solidify each part separately, and that was the best I could get :P
Reasonable polyconuts, with the highest items around 1.7k
Comes with collection file
Original link: https://www.patreon.com/posts/download-set-tsr-84733561
Pairing: Benjamin "Dex" Poindexter x Reader Insert
Summary: Dex takes guarding your dressing room at Lululemon a little too seriously.
Genre: FLUFF and a little angst
Note: I'm sorry if this isn't my strongest! I felt like writing a cute little something for Dexy since he's BACK!!!! <3 <3 my DDBA thoughts will have to be another post. ENJOY!
Dex guards the door with his arms crossed in front of him, suspiciously eyeing every person who walks by. Itâs reminiscent of the missions heâs been placed on in the pastâguarding the door for witness protection, guarding the door of a criminal. It's the same concept, really. Make sure no one gets to whoever is behind the door he guards. Deathly stare at anyone who even glances in his direction.Â
A bead of sweat trickles down his back from the heat in the room. Every muscle in his body tenses at every sound he hears. Boots scuffing the wood-paneled floor, paper rippingâall send his heart rate skyrocketing and his eyes scanning the room obsessively for any kind of threat. It was important to him that he be aware of anything and everything. It was important to him that people know he sees them.Â
An older woman approaches him. Before she can say anything, Dex holds out his hand to stop her.Â
âThis dressing room is occupied,â he says in his FBI agent authoritative voice. His eyes darken at her audacity. The woman cowers at his stern, unfriendly look and quickly walks away with shirts draped over her armâas she should, Dex thinks.Â
âSir,â a male voice comes from his side. âIâm the manager. You donât work here. Iâm going to have to ask you to not scare our customers in the dressing room if youâre not trying anything on. Thereâs no reason for you to be standing here.âÂ
No reason? Dex looks at the man but hides his incredulous look. Dex has every reason to be standing in front of the dressing room youâre inâhe has to make sure youâre safe.Â
âIâm waiting for my girlfriend,â Dex states without a flinch, tightening his arms in front of his chest.Â
âYou can wait for her on the couches in the middle of the room,â the manager explained calmly. âYou donât need to guard the door.â
Frustration bloomed in Dexâs chest. What was so hard to understand? âYes, I do. I need to make sure sheâs safe.âÂ
âSir, this is a Lululemon.âÂ
âDex?â You open the door ajar to peek at Dex, standing in his FBI-esque stature, arms crossed and deathly glaring at anyone and everyone. Now, the manager fell victim to such a harsh glare. When Dex heard your voice, it was the only moment his expression softened. He looked at you attentively, as if the manager wasnât there. âCould you tell me if you like this jacket?âÂ
Dex looked from you to the manager beside him, watching him suspiciously. When no one said a word, you sighed in exasperation and looked at the manager.
âCan my boyfriend please help me in the dressing room? Heâll be out once I get his opinion.â
âSure,â the manager said. âBut please also tell him to stop scaring our guests away.â
âI will,â you flashed a smile at him as he walked away. You uncrossed Dexâs arms and grabbed his hand, leading him into the dressing room. You shut the door, and Dex beat you to locking it.Â
âDex,â you said softly. âWhy are you scaring people away?â You asked with an amused smile on your face. You were used to him being protectiveâyou found it very endearing that he acted somewhat like your personal bodyguard, even if you were at a casual establishment like Lululemon. Dexâs face softened as he sighed.
âI just want to make sure no one will walk in on you,â Dex said. âIâm sorry if I was aggressive.â
âNo, itâs okay,â you laughed, giving his upper bicep a gentle squeeze. âI appreciate how protective you are over me.â
Dex shrugged. âI just want you to be safe.â
âI am safe,â you affirmed. âWhenever Iâm with you.âÂ
Dex smiled and held your gaze for a moment. You shrugged and tugged at the seams of the jacket you tried on.
âWell, what do ya think?â You asked him, breaking eye contact to look at yourself in the mirror. Dex was still looking at you, but as if snapping out of his thoughts, he looked at your torso and analyzed the jacket.Â
âIt looks perfect on you,â Dex said, meeting your eyes in the mirror.Â
âThank you, Dex. Do you like the black? Maybe I should try on the blue. Could you get me the light blue one out there? Itâs called the Define jacket.â
Although he was captivated by how you looked, he still registered your command. âIâll find it.â
He left you in the dressing room as he made his way back out to the main floor. The manager who scolded him before stared him down, but Dex wasnât intimidatedâheâs had much worse foes. He ignored his glare as he made his way to the table that read: Define Jacket. He found a light blue one in your size.Â
Dex walked back to the dressing room area and stopped in his tracks when he saw your dressing room empty, door wide open. His alertness set in as his heart rate skyrocketed again, and this time, he was reminded of every person in his life whoâd abandoned him without warning. His parents, his therapist⊠and now, you. He couldnât bear the thought of losing someone again. A deep heaviness settled in his chest, a deep sense of longing he hadnât felt in a while overcame him at the missing sight of you. Where did you go? Dex could barely hold onto the jacket he grabbed for you.Â
Were you taken? He knew this would happenâhe shouldnât have left you alone. You, your kindness, he knew could be taken advantage of so easily. He didnât care that this was just an establishmentânowhere is guaranteed safe. Thatâs what they taught him in training. Suddenly, he felt an intense resentment towards the manager who berated him for standing in front of your door. This is why he âscaringâ guestsâthis is why he was protecting you.Â
No, Dex thought. Itâs nobodyâs fault but his. Itâs his fault you slipped from his graspâit was always his fault. The minute he found the person who took you fromâDex was already planning the ways heâd make them pay. Heâs counting each hanger that hangs inside the empty dressing roomâitâs how many times heâll throw it at whoever took you from him. There wasnât any sadness at your disappearance anymoreâhe felt rage. Fixated on the hangers and how easily they would slip from his fingers.Â
âDex,â he heard you call his name, and just like thatâas quick as a switchâall his anxieties disappeared. Something fluttered in his chest. There you were, standing in front of a large mirror, trying on a light blue tennis dress. Your hair was disheveled from throwing the dress on, but you looked beautiful in Dexâs eyes. Angelic, evenâjust looking at you brought a feeling in Dex heâs not used to. At first, it was scary, but then it was justâŠsilent. Peaceful. Only you were capable of making him even taste that feeling. âCome here,â you said.Â
Dex does as heâs told but doesnât just stop to look at you and give his opinionâyou could wear anything and he would think itâs the loveliest thing. Dex wraps his arms around your waist and holds you tight against himâhis fears from before coming to the front of his mind. He thought he lost you. He canât experience that feeling again.
He buries his head in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent. He feels you tentatively wrap your arms around him, embracing his hold.Â
âIâm sorry,â Dex said, âI thought you were gone.â
âGone?â You giggled against him. âWhere would I have gone?â
âI donât know,â Dex mumbled in your hair.
âIâm right here.â You pulled back from his embrace to brush your fingers through his dirty blonde hair.Â
Dex suddenly couldnât meet your eyesâashamed of his paranoia and for thinking the worst. âI got your jacket in blue,â Dex muttered, holding up the soft article of clothing on his arm.Â
âThank you,â you said. âDo you like this dress on me? Your opinion matters to me, you know.â
His opinion matters to you. He matters. Dex looks at you again, and then he takes a step back, fully realizing the image in front of him. You looking at him like heâs the most important thing in the world, and he looking at you like youâre the most beautifulâbecause you are, to him.Â
âItâs perfect,â Dex says quietly. Itâs all he can say. The adrenaline of his paranoia from before exhausted him. You knew him well enough to know he was fighting an internal battle. And he was trying his best to hide it from you.
âTake a seat, Dex. Iâm all finished up here. Let me change back into my clothes, pay and then weâll go home,â you said softly. You pressed a soft kiss on his cheek and guided him to sit on the couches in the middle of the dressing room.Â
Dex sat down at your command. In front of him was the mirrorâhe met his own eyes and quickly looked away. When you closed the door to your dressing room, Dex quietly got up to instead sit in front of your door, on the couch that faced it. He waited for you patiently thereâjust in case.Â
