( 🍸 ) and you're revvin and revvin and revvin it up.
IN WHICH a grumpy designer and a feisty model have to work together for the new york fashion week.
───〃୨୧ nicholas chavez fic
designer x model au .ᐟ
social media & real lif...
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WHITE MUSTANG / chapter three ——— ₊ ⊹ nights like this 🪩
( 🏙️ ) manhattan, new york city
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————— LATE NIGHT WAS probably nicholas' favorite part of the day. something about the temperatures dropping down and the cold air stinging his skin felt comforting to him: the wind blowing against his cheeks, feeling the tip of his nose cold, and his digits grazing against the paper of his sketchbook...
no matter how dark it was, if he looked down his balcony onto the busy new york street under him, it would always be teeming with people and cars.
the city was just never asleep, and neither was he.
the last few days had been stressful for him. so stressful that while during the day he felt a heavy presence on his back, forcing him to his home, the night always made him feel more alive than ever. he loved taking night walks, admiring the city around him, and taking inspiration from the smallest details.
at night he was so mentally active that once he went back home, his mind wouldn't let him rest until he had sketched something.
as he sat on the balcony, a warm tisane in one hand and a pencil in the other, grazing on the thick paper sketchbook, he could finally let go of the preoccupations and worries in his head, morphing the stress and anger he had accumulated in the past week in sketches on the piece of paper in front of him.
he took a sip from the mug, placing it on the table once it was empty. he raised his head from the paper to admire his sketch. it was different from what he had been sketching lately, it felt more authentic and natural, thanks to the heavy emotions he had bottled up in himself.
his lips formed a content grin as he held the pencil tightly, perfectly the drawing by adding small lines or filling in gaps.
the breeze messed his hair, moving the pages of the sketchbook, which nicholas promptly stopped with his hand. a cold shiver, that not even his heavy sweater could stop, went down his spine. he thought that he should grab a blanket from inside before freezing to death.
