G O L D E N

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[ncttinghvm-blog]

stella-harlow:

“I know you will. You’ll make sure I’m the prettiest bride their ever was. As long as there’s some black within all the white. I can’t do all white. I’m pretty sure even my parents know I’m not a virgin.” She nodded her head, swinging their hands again. “I am. I told him we can go at his pace. He did at my pace when we first got together so it’s the least I could do.” She chuckled before sighing softly. “He did that. He even told my dad he could ask him anything he wanted but he and my mother both think he’s the worst person who’s ever walked the earth. Even when he gave me a place to live so I wouldn’t go into debt at school. Even when he came with me to Europe. He’s a good guy and they refuse to see it.” 

“i can work with black and white, i can work with absoloutely anything you want. it’s going to be your special day after all. if you’re both putting the effort in, then you’ll make it, y’know that right?parents will always believe that someone who has so much power to hurt there children are going to be viewed as the enemy. they will warm up to him eventually love.”

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hallie--lancaster:

Caving into the filled glass infront of her, she leant herself forward enough to swipe it carefully from the bar– she was fairly lucky that no one else had clocked on to what they were up to between the pair of them and took a large sip without a flinch. Whisky wasn’t exactly her favourite, but at the time, considering the day she was having it definitely helped. Settling her glass on her elbow gently as she crossed her arms, listening to his words through the beat of the music she couldn’t help but smirk. “I wouldn’t be doing my job right if I didn’t know a Nottingham design when I saw one..” she began to say, her eyes glancing over the man, which– you could tell she was over tired, and worked to her core today, as it took her longer than her sharp self to realise who the gentleman was, and she was usually strongly on her game. “And that you are Nick Sherwood.” she nodded, swirling her drink softly in her grip before she gave him a slight bow and beamed a smile in his direction. 

First impression wise, she was surprised at how he was, she’d heard so many things about him between women in the office, mostly them swooning over him, rather than his designs, which Hallie actually greatly admired, but no one had ever really met him, other than her boss. Although she felt the need to be professional, she felt as if it was too late for that– the scene had already been set, and they were already getting along rather well in the flow of conversation, that she refused to ruin it. 

“and what exactly is your job that requires knowing my designs?” Nick asked in confusion, leaning onto his elbows as he took a long moment to look over the woman, trying to recall if it was someone in the industry he’d crossed paths with before. the face didn’t seem familiar though, so he hoped he wasn’t about to make a fool of himself. “that’s me, nicholas sherwood.most people recognise me by my face, not my designs so i have to give you props for knowing your stuff. so since you know my name, surely i should be told yours.” he mused, taking another gulp of the liquid as he adjusted in his seat to face her

[littlcbiird-blog]

once able to get the image of her brother’s escapades out of her mind thanks to some great red wine, ophelia was working the room. small talk to faces she knew but really on the hunt for someone familiar or that had more to offer in conversation than “oh how do you know finn?” it was all she’d heard since people spotted her chatting and hugging her brother. of course, no one knew the real reason ( at least no one at the party ). 

“you look interesting, please be interesting. i can’t take anymore talk about work, please. give me something- anything. tell me about how your dog is the dumbest and cutest thing ever, i don’t care. numb my brain with small talk, for the love of god.” 

nice opener, ophelia.

[ncttinghvm-blog]

“i’m always interesting darling.” the man informed, he let out the slightest laugh at her desperation, clearing his throat. “so i don’t own a dog, but my cat decided to shred my several thousand dollar curtains today for no apparent reason”

[impulsivcs]

“ Okay, I think I’m good now. Ready to fuckin’ party. ” Of course that was a lie. She was a glass of wine and three shots deep, and she’d barely been at the party for an hour. Something in her gut told her that tonight wasn’t going to be easy - something that required her to drown herself in alcohol. “ Or we can do another shot? ”

[ncttinghvm-blog]

“darling, you know you don’t have to be drunk to enjoy a party, right?” he childed, that didn’t stop him gesturing to the bartender for another round of shots. 

[ncttinghvm-blog]

i wont be here tonight probably, im getting dragged out for drinks with old friends and my ex isn’t going too how wonderful but i’ll try get as many replies done as i can in the next half an hour on miller and nick 

[ncttinghvm-blog]

islafox:

Isla couldn’t have chosen a more accurate theme for Finn’s party if she’d had two weeks and a full prescription bottle of adderall. After all, the events always felt like a mix of heaven & hell to her. Paradise-like with its endless booze and your pick of the city’s finest drug dealers and a nightmarish hellscape because she couldn’t walk two feet without slamming into one of Finn’s exes. Luckily, her outfit seemed to do the trick in keeping the desperation at bay. One flash of her blacked-out eyes and a flick of her tongue through black lipstick and anyone who was bothering her simply scurried away.

Then for one, blissful moment the heavens shined down on Isla in all of her demon-esque glory. A serving tray weaved through the crowd with a single cocktail perched atop. She lifted onto her tiptoes, wrapping her fingertips around the rim of the glass - when another hand swiped it from the tray. “Fuck,” she cursed under her breath, angling around the server to try to see who had usurped her drink. Grabbing their arm, she called out to get their attention. “Hey, man. Seriously? That’s my drink.”

the designer raised an eyebrow, looking over the woman. “while that may be partially true. it very clearly isn’t yours  now.” he glanced down at the liquid in the glass, swirling it around momentarily before raising it to his lips and holding eye contact as he took a very deliberate sip. “guess you’re just going to have to wait for a drink, aren’t you?”

[rorymxrtin-blog]

it really wasn’t much of a shock that rory wasn’t the most adamant party person. she had taken a few shots but wasn’t nearly drunk enough to really let loose and have some fun yet, so her usual shroud of pessimism was still all too evident. she looked around, trying to find the friend who had dragged her there in the first place. “and just like that, i’m forgotten.” she huffed, trying to see if there was a corner for her to hide away in. although–she caught her reflection in the mirror–she did feel as hot as she looked.

[ncttinghvm-blog]

“i doubt anyone could forget a pretty face like yours” nick charmed as he overheard the woman’s statement, a small shake of his head as he took a sip of liquor, the amber liquid burning it’s way down his throat. 

[lukaferreira]

Fucking rich kids. Luka had worn the same angry scowl on his face since he’d walked through the door, his hands itching up every so often to loosen his tie ( over and over again ). He hated these parties - always feeling much more at home in a dive bar that was so thick with smoke you couldn’t see whether it was whiskey or gin you were drinking. But this was where the money was. This was where rich kids flocked to him like sharks to freshly spilled blood. And the carefully painted face, courtesy of a girl he’d met on the subway over, and the noose tie around his neck were all just part of the appearance. Anything to make him more approachable and less inconspicuous.

He settled against the bar, sipping on the only bright side of the event - the free top-shelf bourbon - when someone backed into him. Golden liquid nearly spilled back onto his shirt, his reflexes catching it just in time. He stood his ground, keeping his feet planted. “How about you back the fuck up?” His lips curled back in a snarl, emphasizing the threat.

[ncttinghvm-blog]

the angry voice broke through his conversation, and with a frustrated sigh he turned on his heal to face the person he’d accidentally stepping into “calm down cutie” nick chuckled, taking a long sip of his scotch as he brought his attention to the man “it’s a bit crowded in here, don’t you think? i didn’t so it on purpose and you can hardly beat me up for accidentally bumping into you.” 

[runimpulserun]

“Yeah well…I’m not bad enough to be a demon but not pure enough to be an angel so..fallen angel. It was my friend’s idea.” Sebastian shrugged as he explained his look. “So what made you chose your side?” he asked wiggling his eye brows.

[ncttinghvm-blog]

“i’m dressed this way because all black suits are already my signature style and my assistant insisted i at least put a little bit of effort in and forced the dumb make up and red eyes on me”

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stella-harlow:

“I don’t think I could do it. I’d end up making some comments and demand some changes.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I want to experience anything else without him there. I don’t care if I miss out on some things.” She shrugged her shoulders. “And what if he sat down and talked with you about it? That he knew the age difference was a lot but he loved her and would do anything to make her happy?” 

“darling, you may be demanding but i’m sure ill end up getting my way, even if you did turn into bridezilla. after all, i’m the one who will have to do all the final alterations anyway. i refuse to dress you without your input. i know you do, you just need to give him time, to work through whatever issues he has with his sister and any emotions that he’ll take things away and everything else, and all you can do in that time is show him that you’re serious about your relationship being a permanent thing. even then, even if the guy had the balls to do that, i’d still be worried, i might protest slightly less but i’d still be terrified.”

[ncttinghvm-blog]

hallie--lancaster:

“Oh, complete natural.. You completely fooled me.” she teased, with a peak of her pearly white teeth as she grinned at his words. “Though, I’m not so sure that bartenders earn enough money in tips to afford the attire you are wearing..” she raised her eyebrow at his outfit, which she knew all too well, working in fashion gave her the edge of knowing certain designers by their little quirks and details. “Or atleast want to wear something as exquisite, especially considering the setting.” 

“a small laugh escaped at the comment, shaking his head. “my assistant thinks it’s a bit tacky that i almost exclusively live in clothes designed by myself, with the exception of a few close friends who i will break the rule for. i don’t personally see the issue with it. of course i like my own designs, it’s why i designed them  in the first place.” his right hand closed around the neck of the scotch bottle, walking out from behind the door, the fingers of his left curled around his own glass as he smirked and took a seat beside her.

[ncttinghvm-blog]

malxrossi:

“malachi, and i am a fireman.” he said with a soft laugh. “that is one way to introduce me.” he admitted shaking his head. “but i’ll fill in the gaps if anyone ask, i’ll make you look great, no worries.”

“you know you just got, 1000 times hotter?” nick responded, an eyebrow raised. “i’m pretty sure no one will be looking at me with you around”

[ncttinghvm-blog]

stella-harlow:

“I’m not sure I trust myself to design my dress. I’d be too nervous and over-design and never decide on anything ever.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I’ve experienced a lot. I know I’m still young to a lot of people but people don’t understand I grew up in a town where people are married with two kids by my age. I lived with that idea my whole life. I don’t need to be married right now but I need to know that if I’m dating someone long term that it’s on the table. And my mother is very crazy. I know she means well but at the same time, if it’s clear your child loves someone and they’re good to them and give them everything emotionally they need as well as put a damn roof over their head, wouldn’t you support it? It’s not like we were in some weird sugar daddy relationship. Hell, I made more money than him at a point. I just…it’s annoying as hell that most of the people I’m related to just hear his age and ignore everything else.” 

“that’s why we’re designing it. so it’s mainly you but i can tell you when you’re going overboard or you are changing details much too often. of course. do you really want to be the designer who has no input in her own wedding dress? you have experienced a lot, but that doesn’t stop someone who cares about you wanting to have even more before you settle down.as i’ve already explained, in their own dysfunctional way, all the family actions are driven by wanting to protect their own. they are just concerned and rightly so, if i had a daughter and she walked in with a man that old, i’d have a hard time stomaching it. probably even try paying him off to get him out of her life.”

[ncttinghvm-blog]

hallie--lancaster:

It didn’t take long before her frustratingly long wait took a turn for the interesting– and Hallie had seen some odd things happen in New York, but this one most certainly surprised her. As the man effortlessly jumped over the bar, Hallie gazed in awe, wondered what he was up to as he swiped himself a bottle of liquor. She squinted a little as she tilted her head trying to see the label which looked somewhat familiar and straightened herself up immediately as he approached. “As you went to all that trouble.. I might as well..” she hinted towards the bottle he had tightly in his grip as a smirk curled at the corner of her lips. 

“for a pretty girl like you, it’s on the house” his tone was light, making the joke as he poured a second glass of the liquid and pushed it across the bar to her. as usual, enough money for a full bottle had been placed down, nick hardly did anything in small doses. “how do bar tenders talks? what do they even say?” he mused as he grabbed a dish cloth, aimlessly polishing already clean glasses. “do you think i play the part well?”

[ncttinghvm-blog]

stella-harlow:

“Let’s be honest, I’d have a wedding planned in a few weeks. And it would be beautiful and you’d be making my dress.” She smiled up at him, leaning her head on his shoulder. “Thank you. That’s…that’s part of the reason I don’t want to go home for Christmas. My mom keeps telling me how I’m so much better without him and that he wasn’t ever someone I should have been with. Even though she literally only met him a few times because she, and I quote, didn’t trust my judgement.” She outright laughed at his reaction, bringing their joined hands upped in the air. “Thank you. God, she’s the literal worst. I swear. I know he’s got a complicated history with her but still. She uses him and he never says no to her. And she tried to tell me I was mooching off of him when I was at FIT and still working for you because we lived together.” 

“if you get married, i’m lending you my assistant so she can pull all the same venue strings she pulls for me. she a magician i swear, she gets me whatever i want even if it’s off the market and doesn’t take no for an answer. and i would not be doing your wedding dress, we would be. but it will be one of a kind and hand made of course, i can’t have my favourite girl in anything machine made or off the rack. as i’ve never met him, i can’t speak for his motives but what if it’s not about his sister. for all we know he could be thinking of you, there is a huge age gap and if i was in his position, i’d feel so bad tying you down when you still have so much to experience” he found a laugh escaping him against his will, the melodic sound of her laugh being contagious. “crazy in-laws, are just part of the game when it comes too love and serious relationships.but i assure you, if he loves you it’s something you’ll overcome together instead of you dealing with it alone.”

[vance--b]

Shrill laughter, clinking of glasses– Hallie’s emerald green eyes drew to a momentary close, she slipped through the crowds to escape to the front of the bar, pressing her palms firmly against the counter. She had only been at her location for fourty five minutes, and she was already sick of schmoozing intoxicated people, and listening to their endless tales. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she glanced towards the people filled with hope they’d be served next only for her to groan to herself at the lack of bartenders available. 

[ncttinghvm-blog]

nick was not one for waiting, he also was not one for playing by the rules. with his status he rarely had to. after a moment too long of waiting for a bartender who seemed to be nowhere in sight, he pushed himself up onto the bar and jumped over to the other side with ease, giving the blonde a small wink as he did, retrieving the bottle of high end scotch that he so famously drank and a clean glass. “what can i get ya love?” he joked, as he poured a glass of the amber liquid for himself, putting a fistful of cash next to the register.

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stella-harlow:

She smiled before shrugging her shoulders. “It’s an awesome relationship. However, if I know it’s not leading anywhere…then why do it?” She outright laughed at that comment, shaking her head. “Remember when I was meant to walk your show and you let me work a little on the dress? And I called you in hysterics because it had spray paint all over it? That was her. She hates me. She hates me because I make him stand up to her and don’t let her use him.” 

“you don’t know it’s not going anywhere. not really. yes he’s a lot older but you are still young and you are incredibly talented and driven, and at this point in your career would you really want a wedding to plan anyway? people change and their perspectives change every day too, he’s not ready to get married, but that is his perspective right now, and in a few months, or a year, or five..that could change. all marriage is, at the end of the day, is a piece of paper. some people have ten year long relationships before they get married. you don’t need a piece of paper to say your relationship is really if you’re secure enough in it. and if you truly want to marry him now, you’ll still want to down the road when his perspective changes.” his words were soft and reassuring as he spoke, the tone quickly changing the second the dress was mentioned. “excuse me? is this psycho aware that at the point of a fashion show, a dress is ONE OF A KIND there is no copy in existence and is basically worth thousands until it’s put on the market and no longer unique? okay no, i can’t even try like her now or try justify her, she’s insane and we hate her.”