#ofmargot

[ofpip]

text ✉ marg👌t

PIP: so 👀👀👀

PIP: the kiss went well

PIP: and we may or may not have gone back to his place

PIP: god i'm so happy marGOT!!

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THERE WAS ONE THING THAT CAT LEARNED VERY EARLY IN LIFE: there were not a lot of things that mattered as much as the clothes you wore. it was the simple truth and yet, she hated to follow the usual trends and hypes. who cared if her dress was designed by carolina herrera herself, only for the princess to wear it, if she did not feel comfortable in it? her clothes represented her, so she wanted each piece to have personality. it was exactly why she knew she had to come here as soon as she saw one of margot’s designs. they were exquisite and original, to say the least, and catriona believed that she would be the perfect designer for the next royal meeting she would have to attend.  ❛ thank you. ❜ she breathed to the staff member of parsons that lead her toward the blonde, before she focused her attention on her instead.  ❛ you must be margot vanderbilt? my name is catriona grimaldi --- i was hoping that i could steal a minute of your time? ❜

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send in 🍼 and i’ll create a child for our characters !!

–––NAMES: “ oh my god, something super extra, for sure. i mean margot and roderick ?? our names sound vain as fuck. we’d probably name is something like, i dunno seraphina or kingston ?? ”

–––LIKES/DISLIKES: “ i mean we were so obsessed with hot-coco growing up. i’d be surprised if they weren’t chocolate addicts or at least inclined towards sweet foods. pretty sure we’d have a hyper fucking kid too, they would hate just sitting in one spot for too long. haha, piano classes are definitely out of the question. ”

–––FIRST WORD: “ honestly it would probably be dude, and you would probably hate that. sorry babe, my bad. ”

–––APPEARANCE: “ uhhh, they would be tall with super soft and luscious brown hair. arched eyebrows out the womb and size-y ears. did i mention it’d be a handsome fetus ?? ”

–––WHICH PARENT THEY LOOK LIKE MORE: “ i’d say they would look more like margot. she’s a pretty strong woman, i have no doubt her genetics would pry until they got their way. ”

–––WHICH PARENT THEY LIKE MORE: “ i’d also give this one to margot. mostly because i know she would die a little inside if she wasn’t the favorite. ”

–––HEIGHT ONCE FULLY GROWN: “ probably model height. 5′10ft to 6′0ft, no doubt. ”

–––JOB AMBITION: “ i think our kid would be pretty artsy. they’d likely fall somewhere into the fashion world, ideally for the two of us. maybe they’d even create their own line ?? or Y’KNOW, since it’s us it’ll pull a 180′ and say ‘mom, dad... i hate the upper east side, i want to be a farmer’. they would also get really emo about it if we couldn't understand why haha. ”

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[taracalds]

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    as much as margot and tara hated each other, they had to get past that for just awhile and work together. if there were to be any two girls that could track someone down it’d be them, they have more in common then they realized. 

“ i’m not too fond of it either but i’m sure we can go at least one night without ripping each others hair out.. maybe. “ she says looking over at the girl, a slight eye roll follows. tara leans over, getting the bartender’s attention. “ two shots of vodka. titos. “ 

once they were received, she puts a shot out in front of margot –– gesturing her to take it.  “ you and i both know we want to be drunk especially on new years eve. “

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     board meetings are perhaps the worst thing that have come out of damon’s acquisition of the company and more often than not, he spends them completely zoning out. the more senior members--such as the ones who had been around when his dad was in charge--had given up several years ago trying to scold damon into paying attention, not only because of the fruitlessness of the gesture but because they’ve learned not to provoke his wrath if they can help it. the company is, after all, still afloat seven years later, and though most of them resent the way he does it, none of them have chosen to keep their pride and leave. he’s forty-five minutes into a presentation on the benefits of partnering up with another company damon already knows he wants nothing to do with when his wandering gaze lands upon a very familiar blonde standing just outside the conference room's glass wall. his jaw clenches and for a moment he stays seated, eyes moving to the security guard who’s giving her mistrustful looks and then back to her slight frame. without explanation he finally stands and leaves, ignoring the grumbling and huffs of irritation that are muffled anyway when the door closes behind him. “margot,” he states flatly, pleased by the way his voice is as steady as ever in spite of the squirming sensation of unease in his gut. he gives the guard a single look that has him vacating the area, but it’s still in a low, threatening tone that he continues between clenched teeth, “are you drunk? are you high? i can’t think of another reason for you to be here once again after i’ve made it abundantly clear i don’t want to see you anywhere near this building.”

[ofpip]

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it’s getting closer and closer to midnight and pip’s actually nervous. maybe it’s because she’s let kenny wander off to talk to some friends and she’s worried she won’t get him back in time. or maybe she’s just not as brave as she thought, overall, and she just can’t go through with it. either way, she finds herself frantically scanning faces until she lands on a friendly one. “margot, help,” pip whines, reaching out both her hands to cling to the blonde’s. “i think i may be about to make a huge fool out of myself and you should talk me out of it.” they still have time, for this conversation anyways. she just hopes she also has time to get over her butterflies. 

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as the event continues on, so does carter with the drinks celebrating him being home from rehab –– what a great way to celebrate. there were eyes on him, whispers and silent judgment as he made his way through the ballroom. it was easy for him to ignore it seeing as he didn’t give the slightest shit what anyone thought about him. the only goal tonight was to avoid his dad and have a good time, so far so good. he spots his little sister not too far from him and a smile spreads across his face. with two flutes of champagne in each hand, carter makes his way to margot. “ you look too sad with valentine’s day being around the corner, “ he says as he hands the blonde a glass of the champagne. flashing another smile unable to control how happy he was to be back in manhattan with his sister. “ are you going to tell me what’s got you down or do i have to lock you up in your room until you do ? “

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[taracalds]

it was inevitable that tara was going to run into those she’d want to see the least and margot, one of those on the list, happened to be right next to her at the bar. even though they got along ( sort of ) at the new years eve party didn’t mean they were friends. the two couldn’t be in the same room without wanting to tear each other’s heads off so she wasn’t expecting a friendly greeting from the blonde. “ you really don’t need to hog the entire bar, “ she says before getting the bartender’s attention.

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