being the owner of the sullivan and carrying his last name already implied that not attending such events was completely out of the question. although the whole process of getting ready and having to be social with people he couldn't stand was the worst, the food and open bar made it worth at the end of the day. this was for charity, he thought, he could handle one night for charity. plus, he liked how pérola dressed him for this - surely it was different from what he'd usually choose to wear. spotting mj all the way across the dance, oliver felt some sort of relief seeing her, at least he could annoy her some and make the time go by faster. "the way you love seeing me is very touchy, thank you." he sarcastically said with a chuckle upon seeing her expression change when she noticed his presence. "i have indeed come to ask you for a dance and you should say yes or i'll probably make an scene and embarrass you. everyone knows you know me, there's no escaping, really." he teased, holding his hand up towards her as an invitation.
𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒔: open.
𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏: charity gala.
𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏: evening, before fireworks.
𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐒 of the dance floor, a picture of elegance when she stops to smell the roses. this sort of party has never been her preferred scene, instead a lover of nightclubs with the promise of sin. sure, one could argue that the gala is great for networking, but she's charming enough to do that anywhere. at least they're offering some form of dancing this evening. it's the only saving grace as far as she's concerned. soon, mj is alerted to incoming steps, pivoting to greet them with the same dazzling expression she's worn since the dinner. ❝ hell―oh, it's only you. ❞ her face drops when recognition hits, quickly growing into something more comfortable. ❝ if you've come to ask me for a dance, you'll need to convince me. ❞ arms cross against her chest, words adopting a playful lilt, ❝ you know i can't be seen with just anyone. ❞
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OLIVER CARTER at the HEATHROW FOUNDATION'S TENTH ANNUAL CHARITY GALA in a custom belmonte outfit and styled with cartier jewelry.
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it was no secret that the pair of cousins had always gotten along. since they were kids, oliver found in rowan someone to play the part of a sister he never had. being an only child was kind of lonely, but with her in family trips and family dinners made it all so much more fun and easy for him. helped him branch out and not isolate himself. although their moms were currently in a field over business, oliver was thankful that they managed to just stay out of it and not let things they said around them affect how they saw each other. this was about money, it wasn't about them. oliver ordered both of them drinks and some french fries to start, letting a laugh out with what she was telling him. he could only imagine the things his aunt said about him and his mom, but he didn't take it personally. he knew deep down she loved him. "i love that, little does she know it's actually you that's the bad influence." he chuckled. "i mean, she doesn't know but my mom knows. she also thinks that i shouldn't be hanging out with you. when is this going to end? i'm pretty sure even though my mom is running l'óreal, your mom is still getting some of the profit for herself without having to do the work...that's like the best deal ever."
rowan chuckled softly at oliver's teasing, she wanted to say that she meant to call or at least send a quick text but, in all honesty, it had completely slipped her mind all together. it had taken her longer than expected to pack up the supplies she needed to drop off at her studio tonight and the call from her mother didn't help. " you're the best. " she complimented, glancing around the bar, suddenly really needing a drink. " you know, i want to say no, " she started, " but i wouldn't want to lie to you. " rowan admitted with a sly smile, her eyes rolling playfully. in fact, she couldn't remember the last time her mother had said something nice about oliver or his side of the family. " when i told her i had to hang up because i was meeting you for a drink, she practically lost her mind, " she recounted, remembering the exaggerated gasp and rapid-fire questions that followed her farewell. " but it did make ending the call that much more satisfying. "
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their coffees were ready before they knew it, it was always impressive to oliver the way that those guys could just finish a huge line of customes in minutes. he wouldn't know what to do without them in his life. once they had their order, oliver assumed that they weren't staying, so he led the way outside. it was a good day, good weather and no paparazzi in sight. "imagine having a lifetime supply of coffee? it's happiness forever." he wondered, feeling too comfortable invading her space and walking the way with her down the street, arms on her shoulders. "i'm for sure going, though i don't know what to wear...are you really too swamped? because maybe you could pop something out for me? if there's enough time, of course. i think having people wearing your things will be good publicity."
her smile only widened at his request, making a mental note to definitely give him a small box of cinnamon sticks before handing his actual present. maybe even design him an original piece in a cinnamon colour. so many possibilities, she'd have fun coming up with something. ❛ we'll see about that, my dear. we will see about that. ❜ words came as a warning as she patted the hand he had hanging from her shoulder. ❛ i should ! do you think they'd give me a lifetime supply of coffee if i did it ? and cakes. god, i love the cakes here. either way it wouldn't be for a while, menswear spring-summer fashion week is just around the corner, i'm swamped. by the way, are you planning on attending the heathrow gala ? ❜
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it was a normal, busy day at the sullivan for oliver. business had generally been okay, but apparently no one knew how to do anything themselves in that place. if you want something done, then it was better to do it yourself. often he'd see familiar faces around the place and not often could he stop to chat, but when his attention was pulled away from the ipad in his hands he just had to. a laugh left his lips lightly as he decided to take a sit and join her for a moment. "i mean, i was already here - so i'll just assume that you came here for me." he played, reaching for a sushi off her plate and popping it into his mouth with a laugh. "although the sushi here is great. what are you up to today?"
⌗ 。· 𝒇𝒕. anyone @ the sullivan ✧ *
ideas: old friends, acquaintances, frenemies, co - workers, past or recent flings.
୨ 🍒 ୧ ❛ ah, i hoped i would run into you. did you come here for the sushi, or me? ❜ she loves making presumptuous assumptions. they're often not well received, unless the target in question is a close friend ⸺ which, is admittedly, a rare occurrence ⸺ people may find it condescending. she just finds it amusing. suwa licks her finger clean. ❛ did you miss me too much? ❜
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"you need to let it go" that would be really cool, unfortunately I'll take it with me to the grave
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the fact that rowan was running late didn't bother oliver much when he spent that time working through his phone. it always happened whenever he took sometime away from his office at the sullivan. he could be there for twelve hours, whenever he stepped out for twenty minutes that was when every one of his employees seemed to need him. it was okay though, he kind of enjoyed it. his attention was only pulled away from a text when the combined sound of her voice plus the chair being dragged across the floor echoed, a smile sliding onto his lips almost right away followed by a laugh. "of course i waited for you, though a message would've been appreciated." he teased, couldn't miss the opportunity to poke fun at her a bit. "oh no, not again. i thought she'd been off your back at this point. i haven't seen her in ages, does she still think that i'm a bad influence on you?" he asked, already signaling for a waiter.
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𝐰𝐡𝐨 : ... rowan & oliver // @olivcrz
𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 : … some bar in times square
rowan hated being late - yet here she was arriving half an hour late to the bar she had agreed to meet her cousin at. the brunette spotted oliver almost immediately upon entering, relief instantly washing over her, evident in the bright smile that graced her lips as she approached their usual table. " oli! you actually waited for me. " she exclaimed with genuine surprise, her tote bag still hanging from her shoulder as she settled into the seat across from him, finally able to catch her breath. " sorry i'm a bit late, my mom called and would not shut up. " she groaned out, mentally reliving the twenty minute commute that she spent listening to her mother yell at her through the phone, the strain of their conversation still evident on her face. " something about me wasting my life, you know the usual. "
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it was way too easy for them to keep going back and forth about the cinnamon, but at this point he was starting to think she might actually be serious about involving cinnamon somehow in his birthday present - if he could ask for anything he'd rather something that she designed. "i hope you're joking, you show up at my door with cinnamon as a gift and you'll never see me again." all of it was very dramatic but it was all in good fun. oliver figured that with everything she'd been through lately it'd be good for her to take her mind off things. "there's a business opportunity for you, redesign their uniforms. could you make this fashion and comfortable? it'd be a challenge."
right hand flew to her chest, clutching the pearls she always had on, in fake offence from the tone he responded to her in. like she hadn't been the one to judge his drink of choice first. ❛ if you're that aggravated by a little comment, i'll actually believe you are. knowing this is gonna make buying birthday presents for you so much easier now. ❜ and she was only half joking. he probably would be getting a couple cinnamon sticks with his actual gift if she remembered it by the time his birthday came again. ❛ i have, to be honest, i love this place. but have you seen the employee uniforms ? ruined the fantasy for me. just get a flat white or something. ❜
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sitting on a stool by her kitchen island, oliver watched as she rambled while deciding what they were going to have for dinner. his stomach grumbled lightly as he rested his elbow over the counter and his chin on his hand. "i'm thinking that the good part of ordering is not having to clean anything afterwards," he commented, with so many options in hand he was starting to question what would be the best decision for them. truth was, oliver was a bit lazy. "are you just saying that because you want to get me drunk? i'm too trusting it seems," oliver teased, his head shaking as he reached for his phone. "sounds good," he decided then, jumping off the stool as he walked closer to her. "rasami sushi. never eaten from this place but it looks good enough," hs shoulders shrugged. "i have been kind of craving sushi, let's see if you can do better. your turn." he mumbled standing unnecessarily close to her.
˙ ៹ open starter , @ aria's place
" okay so i've got two options for dinner : spinach tortellini or i can try this chicken stir - fry recipe my dad just sent me to test out for the new cookbook , " marble countertop of her kitchen island feels cool on the skin of her forearms as she leans against it , scrolling through her phone as if that's going to aid at all in her decision making process . " or . . . " she looks up from her phone , a playful grin pulling at the corners of her mouth , " we can just pick some random place on doordash , order whatever looks good and i can play bartender instead of chef , " an option that sounded much better than the rest , mostly because it left a lot less work on her side of the equation . " why don't i pick a random place and you pick a random place and then we flip a coin to see which one to order from . . . sound fair ? "
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his eyes moved away from his own phone with the sound of something falling by his feet, quickly searching around for whoever owned that hopefully not broken phone that apparently had a life of its own. his eyes narrowed at the sound of his voice, mood already going sour with his mere presence as he decided to be nice anyway and pick up his phone from the floor. "being careful was never your forte," was all he said as he handed the phone back with a nod, receiving the thank you he was offered. he wouldn't miss the opportunity even if it killed him.
hanuel & open.
hanuel had just come from the gym, his body still covered in sweat as he walked the streets of the upper east side. his phone was in his hands, his airpods in and a starbucks in his other hand. he was texting his husband, trying to figure out whose house they were staying at tonight when han tripped and his phone went flying. "fuck," he cursed, already taking out an airpod and blinking in surprise. "oh um thank you," he said to the stranger.
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the sarcastic scoff that came from oliver as soon as she complained about his choice of a drink was involuntary and as quick as the words fell from her lips. "first of all, mind your own business. i happen to be cinnamon's number-one lover." he teased, doing his damn best to hold back a laugh while his eyes already searched for another option. their banter was fun but he didn't like cinnamon as much as he said and chose to trust her words on it. "what would you recommend, miss drink-expert? ever thought about applying for a job here?" oliver's tone was light and playful as his arm gently rested around her shoulders with as much affection as he'd do for any of his closest friends.
starter to: open
location: the brew club
❛ hmmm, no. bad choice. ❜ the words meant to be only thought came out before pérola could stop herself from saying them. she couldn't even pretend to be on her phone, speaking to somebody else, the device buried so deep inside her bag that taking it out would take so long it would be less embarrassing to actually finish the thought. ❛ they always put too much cinnamon in, you can barely taste, well, anything else really. unless you're cinnamon's number-one lover, i'd refrain from ordering that drink in particular. ❜
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( nicholas galitzine. he/his. cis male. ) ✧˚ ༘ ⋆。˚ well, well… it appears that OLIVER JAMES CARTER will be a part of new york's social season once more ! according to guildsource, the twenty - seven year old is most known for being L'ORÉAL HEIR / OWNER OF THE SULLIVAN, and is constantly spotted hanging around THE SULLIVAN— seems as if you've heard of them, too. they initially made a splash on the gossip site after he kicked the mayor of new york out of the sullivan without knowing it was him, and they've been the center of attention ever since. the public tends to view them as being SELFISH and MANIPULATIVE, but people close to them say they're actually HUMOROUS and GENEROUS… i'll believe it when i see it. they tend to remind me of never going to bed without his ten-steps skin care routine, watching a painting hanging on the wall for hours on end, endless debates that go nowhere just because it’s fun to annoy people around him, needing coffee before barely even opening his eyes , which says the most about them. i wonder if they'll be seen wearing their CLASH THE CARTIER WHITE GOLD NECKLACE to the social events this year, but nevermind all that. the social season is upon us, and guildsource is always watching.
GOOGLE DOCS. PINTEREST.
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a dependent blog for 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒇𝒎, hosted by mel ( she/her ). please do not interact unless affiliated with the group.
✨ oliver carter ⸻ twenty-seven. he/his. bisexual. l'óreal heir, owner of THE SULLIVAN.
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