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fashion photography was lindsey’s specialty, and thankfully, she worked with a company that gave her the opportunity to focus on that almost exclusively. sure, lindsey worked in every department that needed her, but her favorite thing to do was cover fashion: runways, editorials, street looks, anything she could get her hands on. so when she was offered the chance to shoot an editorial, of course she took it. “gen!” lindsey smiled wide at the other girl that she was supposed to be working on this with. “i’m so excited to be working on this with you. it’s my first editorial in like, months, i don’t think i’ve been this excited for a project in a while.”

[ghcstin]

genevieve sat comfortably on a prop box, typing the intro to her newest article an homage to the freedom seekers of the 70′s as a small army of interns set up the various backdrops they were going to use for the shoot. it was times like these that genevieve felt she needed to use her voice for a reason– she found her voice through fashion. as she typed rapidly her train of thought was immediately interrupted as a shrill voice pierced the air. she sighed and rubbed her forehead trying to rid it of its newfound frustration. “ahhh yeah! i forgot they put you on this project– it’s going to be fun for sure!” she said giving her a tight-lipped smile.

[ghcstin]

it had been a while since sebastian had last been to the club– last time he stepped foot into the 40/40 he had daisy on his one arm, and jude on the other. things were different, but he wanted to make light of the situation. the music was loud and the lights were going crazy as the bass resonated in his chest as he made his way in. to get to his vip area the guards had to lead him through the main part of the dancefloor and up a flight of steps. “whoa whoa,” he exclaimed as some meathead who obviously couldn’t hold his liquor practically stepped on him, pushing him into someone else. “my bad–” he stated quickly before doing a double take. “it’s a small world huh?” he said with a smirk to the familiar face.

[lcyalty]

𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇, sebastian and jude did a bro-tivity. well – jude called them bro-tivities; seb maintained that bro-nding was better, but not the point. their schedules were always so busy that it was hard to really meet up and do anything, but they made an effort. that saturday night, they found themselves at a laidback museum that gave its guests champagne. jude sipped at his drink, saying conversationally around the rim to sebastian, “ so. someone was stalking my fiancée at work and i didn’t even notice. also, gen is talking to me again. well – she texted me saying she missed me, so i think that’s good, but regardless, this week has officially lost its place in my life as being a normal, average week. …cheers ? ”

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[ghcstin]

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.

[lcyalty]

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 holed up in their apartments, catching up on the work week’s tasks or finally having time to binge the episodes of love island they missed – daisy spent her saturday afternoon at barney’s in new york city. her heels clacked on the marble floors as she browsed the racks filled with pieces from armani and burberry, humming faintly to the soft music overhead as staff near her offered guests champagne as they walked in. she’d been pushing aside a blazer by prada when she noticed the person standing on the other side of the rack with her: motherfucking sebastian. of course he’d be at this store too – a big part of why she dated him was because of his taste in luxury, after all. daisy had planned to just ignore him, walk past him with nothing more than a swing of her long hair and a lasting whiff of her dolce & gabanna perfume, but then he held up a certain shirt, and. fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck. —okay, she was doing this in the name of fashion, not in the name of sebastian st. donpierre, and nothing else. daisy’s eyes landed on the shirt and she quicky flicked them back down to the rack, saying after a beat, “ that is not your color and you know it. ”

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[ghcstin]

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.

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“The Boy Is Mine” - Brandy & Monica | The Boy Is Mine (1998)

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One I wish I never played Oh what a mess we made and now the final frame Love is a losing game

Amy Winehouse

[ghcstin]

@lilred: to the /weirdos/ who read snapple lids– why is my pee significantly hotter when i come out of the pool?

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ohmydcrling

baby and sebastian were opposites, in that their tastes in wine were completely opposite. dry wines were the bane of her existence, and every time sebastian raided her cellar he always grabbed a dry red for them to drink. “sebastian. i love you. i love that you come over here to mooch off of my wine and i get free company. you can even keep that one. but if i have to drink one more glass of dry i’m throwing myself off the balcony in an act of hollywood tragedy.” 

sebastian sat on his favorite chair in baby’s entire penthouse. he moved it every time he came over so that he could admire the spectacular view that surrounded just about the entirety of the girl’s penthouse. sebastian sucked his teeth as baby groaned, “baby cariño, when are you going to learn that anything other than a dry red is a headache in the morning?” he said raising his glass to her as he proceeded to throw it back like a newbie at a frat. “while you’re over there pouting, check my briefcase cry baby.” he stuck his tongue out at her playfully. 

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brckends

“tall either way.” he smiled at her, walking into the office space. he looked down at what she needed to be put up on the wall and shrugged, “alright, i should be able to reach. just let me know if it’s high enough and if not, i could get you a ladder.” he picked her things up from the floor and walked over to the wall, holding them up as high as his height allowed him to. “how is this? high enough? or do you think we need to get that ladder?”

“touché” parker tipped her imaginary hat in his direction– a ploy to get the redness in her cheeks under control before she fully accepted his help. she watched him as he picked up her decorations and began holding them in places. although he was tall, he didn’t quite reach where she wanted the decorations to go. giving him a nice you-tried-gold-star-for-you pat on the shoulder, she shook her head before letting out a giggle. “care to show me where your nearest supply closet is?”

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brckends

“are you sure? i’m sure it’s no big deal. i mean, they are here to help us. and they’re the ones who know where the ladders and all that other jazz are.” she pursed her lips. “but if you insist.” she held a hand out, managing a soft smile. “sierra lake. nice meeting you, parker. you greeted us in hawaii, i think? unless i met your doppelganger.” 

“positive” she nodded one last time reassuringly. she still had maybe four more strings of banana leaves she wanted to get done before she moved on to adding little flower adornments to it. parker immediately reached up and shook her hand with a smile. “maikaʻi Ka launa 'ana me' oe, it’s nice to meet you too! uh- yeah that was me. i’m surprised anyone even remembered, you guys all looked dead and like you all desperately needed to be drunk!” she chuckled some thinking back to seeing them get off the bus, most of them shocked at how hot it was.

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gcdly

“    did your iq go up a couple points since you started eating them today  ?  if not , i can’t agree , sorry.    ”  athena chuckled through the pain of her losing her pencil case. ready to accept her defeat , athena’s eyes lit up when it fell onto the pencil case the other was holding. thank the higher up’s it was found because she was ready to tear master’s up.  “    oh my god , thank you. i was about to put out a fucking missing pencil case ad.    ”  she grinned as she took it , tucking it under her arm.  “    take it how you want it. starting small &  from humble beginnings is admirable.    ”

“great question? hm. ask me something only a smart person would know– let’s really put my brain food to the test.” she giggled at their banter. gen’s smile only got wider at the relief of the other girl. “that must be some pencil case because two seconds ago i thought we were going to have to tussle about it– talk about commanding a room!” gen sighed as she leaned her upper half over the table, reaching over to dip a carrot in some ranch. “athena... that just might be the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me...” with that gen rushed over and placed her hand over her forehead. “just what i thought– homegirl, you are sick! it’s the only explanation” gen tried to keep a straight face but she failed miserably.

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lcyalty

𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄… well, they weren’t back to normal, and they most likely never would be back to normal, but. the text she sent him made him think that maybe there was a little bit of hope for them to return to at least being civil. he looked up from his work when she knocked on his office door one afternoon, gesturing for her to head in. he leaned his forearms against his desk and smiled at her. “ i should start charging you for every visit. ”

genevieve couldn’t help but smile at him as she found herself lingering outside of his door once more. remember when you were in here like last week telling him that you guys would never talk again– HA! she missed him. she missed his little antics. she missed hearing him say that he’s fixin to do something verses saying he’s about to do something. a small sigh escaped her as his voice naturally beckoned her in, the southern sweetness in it telling her to come in and stay a while. “i’m sure we could work out a payment plan.” she shot out as she tucked a long curled strand of hair behind her ear. a part of her immediately regretted saying that– it was too soon for them to even be talking to be honest let alone flirting. “i just wanted to say thank you for um– extending your resources.” she said more cautiously trying to watch her tone before placing his regular drink order on his desk. her go to thank you would’ve been snuggles on her couch, but that was no longer an option.

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lcyalty

𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀 𝐘𝐀𝐖𝐍 as the elevator opened to the mnn department floor. he was on night shift and was starting his hourly check of each floor to make sure everything was order and no random robber’s were trying to hustle an office chair out. he rubbed at his eyes as he walked, peeking in each office and doing a brief sweep before carrying on. he frowned as a patch of red caught his attention in his peripheral, and turned to see someone in their office still (of course, he was assuming this was an employee, because yeah, he hadn’t checked social media in years, but he was sure anna wintour hadn’t given the green light for robbers to wear pencil skirts). “ hey. what’re you doing here so late ? ”

parker stretched up on her tippy toes as she hooked the last piece of her neon sign up. taking a couple steps back she admired her work. the wall was adorned with stringed banana leaves with pale pink hawaiian hibiscuses scattered into the mix. taking the clear plug from the sign she plugged it into the nearest outlet and was greeted by a hum and the glowing light. seeing that she was by herself parker jumped around her office with excitement– doing a little happy dance. “AHHH- omph” was what came out of her mouth as she was startled into tripping over her trashcan by the stranger. laying on the floor she moaned slightly seeing that falling when you were seven versus falling when you were twenty-three felt very different. “you... you didn’t see any of that.” she spoke into the carpet, refusing to pick her head up to look at the stranger.

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robinlavois

Only when she said hi again did he realize that he’d greeted her twice. Shutting his mouth before he could do so a third time, he nodded a few more times, moving his hand from the back of his neck into his pocket. Trying to look less nervous than he was, he nodded along as she spoke, leading her to the storage closet in the most convenient route he knew, hoping that the hallways weren’t too confusing. “Oh - congratulations, that’s good news.” Ignoring the twinge of jealousy that went through him, he gave a little smile. “Welcome to New York, then.”

greeting him once more seemed to snap him back to her. parker didn’t have a type per say– but she’d be lying if she said she didn’t find the whole rocking of the heels and hand at the nape of the neck thing cute. it was sweetly genuine, something parker found herself gravitating towards. “i mean it’s still entry level, but that just means i’m one step closer to whatever’s next” whatever’s next meaning exactly that– parker knew she wanted a career in journalism but she wanted as much experience as possible. “so tell me monsieur paris, what is there to do for fun around here besides be mad about sports teams and take the subway?”

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blvercmance

admittedly, eliza appreciated how sebastian tried to act like he hadn’t seen her miniature bitch fit. he was someone she worked with a lot, and she preferred that they get along, or at the very least kept being able to work together. if he was going to let her attitude slide off his back, it meant a better relationship in the long run. “always is, seb, you know that,” she said, giving him a small smile. his work ethic was impressive, at least. or maybe he just wanted to bother someone and figured she was his best excuse. her smile widened, and she leaned her chin on a loose fist as he took his seat. “that depends: would you be hitting me up about running errands? or about something fun?”

sebastian crossed his legs and sat deeper into the chair. sebastian knew that out of anyone he had to work with, eliza was the easiest. yes she had a smart mouth, and a feisty little attitude, and had no hesitation on checking him– qualities sebastian found himself often drawn to. she was always prepared and often made him feel as though he wasn’t even though we know damn well he was. “i love asking questions i know the answers to– what does that make me?” he asked her, his tone low as his eyes watched her. taking her cue, sebastian leaned in as well placing his hands on her desk before resting his chin upon them. “you’re talking to someone who thinks errands are fun– but yeah let’s say i’d be hitting you up for something fun.” he chuckled softly as he shot her a wink.

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valshq

‘  i  mean ,  i’m  not  saying  he’s  a  bad  actor  ,  it’s  just  most  movies  starring  the  rock  have  the  exact  same  plot  .  he’s  an  ex - military  guy  who  found  a  new  job ,  started  a  family ,  usually  a  son  and  a  daughter  ,  still  happily  married  ,  blah  blah  blah  .  then  something  goes  wrong  ,  someone  is  after  him  or  a  natural  disaster  ,  son  gets  saved  but  daughter  needs  help  ,  so  he  risks  his  life  saving  her  .  it’s  just  all  the  same  plot  ,  and  he’s  not  even  that  great  ,  ‘  valentina  rambled ,  shaking  her  head .  ‘  and  he’s  always  wearing  the  same  damn outfit  .  ‘

sebastian listened to the girl ramble on– it was kind of funny to see someone mildly worked up about about dwayne ‘the rock’ johnson, an american icon he didn’t find out about until moving to the states. sebastian could agree that she had a point, “i think it’s the pec thing... i think he just walks into auditions and says that he’s the rock– bounces his pecs a little and then boom gets hired.”

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