* 𝐧𝐨 / 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐄 !

                             𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒                     𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐊.

jude was one of sebastian’s first friends when he first started at masters. they shared little antics and bonded almost immediately after they made their first empty conference room tik-tok– which undoubtedly secured their friendship, that and mama valentine’s biscuits and jam. so, it was safe to say that bro-nding saturdays were very special. raising his glass towards the other’s he listened intently to his cheers? (( not that sebastian would call it that but– )). “don’t beat yourself up too bad.. you guys have two very different careers and don’t really get to see each other.” he said before downing the small serving of champagne. “ms. boohoo said let me hop back on. i don’t know why you entertain it bro.” he said with an eye roll seeing that he only tolerated partially tolerated her because of her involvement with jude. “well i’m almost positive i’m in love with three people so, yeah! cheers.” he shook his head some trying to figure it out himself before discreetly taking out a flask.

was sebastian one of those people who threw themselves into retail therapy when things were unclear in his life? absolutely. did he really need that juicer he got last night from the qvc channel? no. yet here he was, aimlessly wandering the racks at barneys. it was officially summer and his summer work attire needed some new pieces. tom ford wasn’t his go to, but judging by some of the pieces he had recently put out sebastian was surly intrigued. he held up a woven mint green short sleeve button up– as soon as he picked it up he knew, but someone interjected confirming his thoughts. “i’m trying to be adventurous– i think it’s the short sleeves. a little too business casual for my liking.” he found her eyes in the mirror before turning to face her fully. they had spent hours in this store, that and probably the deposit for a nice sized house in the L.A. hills too. “well.. what would you suggest?” he asked innocently knowing damn well what he was doing. if he couldn’t entice daisy in normal conversation– she could probably pretend she didn’t hate him enough to pick out a few pieces for him. sebastian saw it as a win/win.

Had it really been more than two months since word had gotten out about him? He didn’t think so, but, then again, time really seemed to fly when you had meetings every week where you were lectured about subpar work. It seemed unlikely that this guy was that out of the loop, considering how much office gossip he learned even when he wasn’t actively seeking it out, but it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing that he didn’t know. “No - no, just curious, I guess.” He felt a shiver go through him as the other man looked him over, nibbling at his lip, holding on to one of the stationary bike’s handlebars. “I do not think that I lack strength, per se, but I do think that you’re probably stronger than I am, and, like I said, I do not want to hurt you.” Robin nodded once again, giving a little shrug. “You aren’t the first person to be an asshole to me, and I doubt you will be the last. But if I went around hitting everyone who was unkind to me, my knuckles would be far more damaged than they are today, and I need my hands to work, so… unfortunately, there won’t be any punching. But thank you for the opportunity nonetheless.”

“   i have a serious question. like , it’s life or fucking death.    ”  okay , she was absolutely being dramatic , but she was itching to know the answer to the question she was about to pose. she took a seat in the break room  &  twirled her fork around in her manicured hand as she prepared the very vital question. being that she was with the theatrics , she had to keep the anticipation with a long , drawn out pause.  “    okay , so…    ”  she started with a serious look spreading across her face.  “    would you rather have a popcorn kernel stuck in your throat for the rest of your life or have cheeto dust stuck on your fingers for the rest of your life  ?  choose wisely  &  i also wanna know why because this is key information that i need to gather. for research.    ”

he was too cute for her own good, heather thought, even just standing there doing nothing. doing nothing but looking handsome, doing nothing but talking to her about books. "well, you could try audiobooks, too,” she offered, because no matter what, heather was going to advocate for finding a way to keep books around, physical or otherwise. “i did not!” she laughed, leaning back in her seat, shaking her head, “i would never.” she hummed as her smile softened, considering his words. “i guess so, but that’s not really…hm. i don’t know if i’d consider that a factor of mystery stories? i think the finding out how was what actually qualified it as a horror, not so much a mystery.”

“no i fucking don’t you stupid fucking deadbeat.” sierra slammed her laptop screen down and stood up. “listen to me, you little shit. you are being dramatic, and you’re being a little bitch, too. frankly, it’s really fucking annoying. unless you want to be escorted out of my office, fucking leave. okay? i know you don’t want that attention drawn to yourself. so i’m giving you ten fucking seconds to leave me alone.” she groaned. he was being so damned annoying. “ i am not going to fucking tell anyone about you, adrian!!” sierra yelled, getting extremely pissed off. “are you fucking deaf? you’re not even worth my time, anymore. the last thing i need is people knowing i even thought that you were.” she stood up and walked around her desk, shoving adrian out of the door. “do not fucking come back to my office or i’m going to make sure you lose your fucking job, you hear me?”

“ i’d hardly consider 2 a.m. late. ”

↳ MASTERS TASK. 002

↳ MASTERS TASK. 002

sometimes, it’s easier to focus on the little things during a big moment than the actual moment itself. like how on the ride there, the first x in the exxon gas station sign he’d passed by was flickering, how his thumb had been mindlessly bitten down to a nub, how the weight of what was in his backpack couldn’t have been more than some of his textbooks. his hands couldn’t stop shaking when he finally stood in front of his target, but it wasn’t out of nervousness, no --  it’s like when your hands are shaking when you open up a present on christmas day, or when you peel open a letter you’ve been anticipating for months. that’s not nervousness, it’s e x c i t e m e n t.