fool for you.

sebastian bryant, 22. i wear these heavy chains around my neck, like a ( prisoner ). i just want to love, but he won't let me go, loosen up my chains or I'm a c o n d e m n e d prisoner. i was stood there in the spotlight with this city at my feet, but I was a dead man walking. nothing ever comes for free.

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text ⇢ kai

kai: its hurtful to imply i have unusually small nipples......

sebastian: :/

sebastian: not what i meant

sebastian: but i feel like they are pretty small....:/

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brinleyplz:

quirking her eyebrows together, the girl couldn’t help but smile. “well aren’t you just being a sweetheart today. what did i do to deserve this kind treatment ?” she teased, leaning forward some. “i’d love the company, and you can make sure that i don’t just fill my basket up with shitty food that isn’t good for me. i have this problem of wanting to just buy every type of cereal i can, rather than picking out healthy treats.”

sebastian scoffed, “so are you saying that i’m typically not this nice? you’re lying. i’m always nice! except for when you surprised me here earlier, but. that doesn’t count. you sure you aren’t getting me confused with my twin brother? i mean, he’s a lot fuckin’ nicer than me, so that isn’t the best example, but.” he practically rambled, words flowing out of his mouth quicker than he could think. “i might not be the best grocery shopping partner, then. i usually buy whatever i see that i like, which consists of too many bags of gummy worms and maybe some chips. maybe both of us can motivate each other to be more healthy?”

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lvwsons:

he shook his head at the dramatic ramblings of his best friend and placed his fingers up for an attempt to stop him from talking. “first of all, you’re the king of reading into things and being dramatic. you’ve upstaged your own damn self this time, that really is something huh.” he laughed at his own joke, two seconds away from slapping sebastian’s hand away from his position. “besides, i’ve started to get this idea in my head that you’ve been a lucky charm of sorts. so no going and throwing fits on me now, don’t wanna fuck up this blessed aura.” he pulled his hands up innocently after the cup was placed back in front of sebastian. “i may be awful, but at least i’ve embraced it already. so, what do you say about leaving in a few?” 

“me? king of being dramatic? that might be the only correct statement you have ever said to me, really. i take pride in it, so fuck off. i haven’t upstaged shit. i have... absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.” sebastian retorted, pursing his lips at miles, a judgmental expression falling on his face as he watched miles laugh at his own joke. sebastian almost felt pity for the other male, because well, it wasn’t that funny to him ( or probably to anyone other than miles ). “aw, honey, are you telling me how much i mean to you right now? it’s like im your lucky charm, and you’re my cinnamon toast crunch or something. you know, cereal names.” he grinned, and then took another sip of his coffee after miles had freed it from his grip. “we can leave like, now, yeah. but don’t you think it’s a bit early to... you know. gamble and all. the day’s barely started, and you’re so ambitious already. sounds like a flaw of yours.”

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text ⇢ kai

kai: oh sry i meant i was counting the hairs on my own chest, not urs :/ maybe next time tho

sebastian: you're so funny, kai. really.

sebastian: i'd need a magnifying glass to try and find anything on YOUR chest!

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areswhomst:

he laughs rather loudly, throwing his head back dramatically and all. “a latte? oh man, i’m sorry i insulted you at all. drinking a latte is insulting enough. black coffee? real coffee drinkers, not this pansy shit you probably paid six dollars for. go drink your hot milk man.”

“lattes are delicious. you sound like a dick right now. sorry we don’t all try to act tough and choke down black coffee, pretending it doesn’t bring tears to our eyes. i bet you want to cry every time you drink your coffee. i pay five dollars, so thank you. get your facts straight.”

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julianncs:

julianna squinted, letting go of her cup and looking down as she brushed the condensation from her palms. it was only an excuse to look away from sebastian; the way he spoke about himself was so pessimistic, hopeless, really. she hated that. a soft sigh in response, she needed to drop that topic. this was about them. she turned her head, smiling at the table closest to theirs, to assure them that everything was under control. “my eyes are open, seabass.” it actually hurt to hear his voice saying her full name, something reserved for strangers who didn’t know to call her something shorter, but she refused to do the same. she resorted to one of her sillier nicknames for him, she hadn’t said it in so long, and it almost felt stupid now, but she brushed the feeling off because it wasn’t. “so, the color of your soul changed. that doesn’t mean that you have to change to match.” she chewed on her cheek, blinking a few times in rapid succession because she physically felt herself getting sadder, not about herself, not just about their fallen friendship, but most of all, about him. “well, i want to treat you the way i’ve always treated you, but you won’t let me. like fine, you’re adamant that you’re completely different now. that doesn’t mean that you’re doomed to be alone.”

he was frustrated. clearly, he was irritated, his tone and his facial expression showed it. he wasn’t just frustrated with seeing julianna, but because he felt like she was never going to understand. he rambled on and on, with a venomous tone, yet she still seemed to be unaccepting of the truth. seb glared at her after she said the nickname, such an ugly nickname, one he wished would never come out of her mouth again. they weren’t friends, not anymore. there were no more funny nicknames between the two, and sebastian had taken the ‘bff forever’ with two pink hearts out of julianna’s contact name ( and maybe he had been close to deleting the contact name all together ). the nights of falling asleep in each other’s bed after staying up for hours and talking on the phone until 2 am were over. sebastian had moved on, but it upset him to see julianna had not. “what the fuck do you think are souls represent, julianna?” sebastian scoffed, “our souls are apart of us. this fucking black, disgusting thing is apart of me, it represents me. maybe i haven’t changed, maybe i’ve just realized who i am.” sebastian relaxed the angry expression on his face, to instead replace it with a saddened one. “i’m not alone. i’ve made new friends. i’ve met awesome people. i have a great fucking job. i am fine. you’re the ignorant asshole who can’t seem to think i can be happy like this. i’m good. i don’t need someone like you, more specifically, i don’t need you in my life. not like how i used to need you.”

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mclolas:

distractions weren’t something lola could afford, but she had to admit it was hilarious using her sexuality to get her way. men were weak, repulsive creatures—none of them were worth her time. but, sebastian was an easy target. a sly smirk—one markedly mischievous—made its way upon lola’s lips before she began to pout. “don’t flatter yourself, seb. i’ve got plenty of people who are more than willing. i just chose you instead.” music she adored penetrated the room, an old-fashioned turntable housing one of her favorites. it was eerie lullaby, something that would creep someone else out, no doubt. but lola found comfort in it. she walked towards sebastian, movements sexually-charged, dripping with carnality. lola’s hands—now used as weapons—slid down his chest, shoving him backwards. “i’m gonna go find candles. by the time i come back, have a ritual in mind. i’m down for anything.”

he swallowed slowly as his eyes were practically glued on lola, almost like he was in a bit of a trance. sebastian found himself gulping at lola’s comment, about her choosing him. and if he wasn’t surrounded by lola, feeling her presence around him, he would of been aware enough to know that it probably wasn’t true. but hearing her say that has sebastian’s eyes widening just a bit wider. he didn’t say anything as lola pushed him back, instead allowed the red head to do as she pleased, as always, his eyes not moving from her. clearing his throat, sebastian spoke, voice low, “candles? okay. whatever. do whatever you want.” sebastian new he sounded pathetic, but, he didn’t seem to care. “what do you mean by like, ritual? can’t you just choose something? you’re the... witch here.”

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heartdrcp:

‘ it’s okay. dont a p o l o g i s e, ‘ minjae reassured his friend that he didn’t mind his slip of attitude. sometimes things got rough and reacting to such wasn’t a crime, nor something you should apologise for when it was merely lasting a second. the korean male rubbed his hands between his thighs to get some of the warmth back in his fingertips ; he was truly always cold, more or less. ‘ i could easily plan out an entire day for us, you know me. though i do have work tonight. so what you say we go grab some s n a c k s and go back to yours and watch movies? i’m feeling like watching jurassic park again. ‘

sebastian felt more content than before, now that he had company from someone he enjoyed spending time with. it wasn’t rare for sebastian to be in bad moods, or exhausted, really. he doesn’t sleep much, and gets irritated by the slightest of things. most of the time he’s surprised that minjae doesn’t seem to be bothered by his attitudes. “jurassic park? again?” sebastian groaned, leaning back in his seat, throwing his head back for a more dramatic scene. “we need to watch something different. or we could just binge watch as many harry potter movies possible before you have to leave.”

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A SEBASTIAN BRYANT MOODBOARD. (1/?)

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why should i resolve things peacefully when i can fucking punch you in the face

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Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides

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svmmers:

“okay that’s rude.” she teases him, before mimicking his movements and resting her cheek against her hand, her elbow on the table as she looked at him. “too much summer is what everyone needs in their life.” her words fall out of her mouth, but truth be told sometimes she couldn’t even handle too much of herself. “i wanted to work at the golden tap but they seemed to have never given me a call back, i just work at the diner about a ten minute walk from here.” she says with a shrug. “i might have to, this is my first day off in a while thought i could use it to relax.”

there wasn’t a sign of sebastian’s bad mood left as he continued to talk to summer, a permanent smile on his face and fondness in his eyes. “i think i can be the judge of that, don’t you think? you’re a bit biased, you know, since you have to live with yourself all the time. so i think this is something for me to decide, of course.” the male joked, then listened to summer as she spoke about her job. “eh, the golden tap isn’t all that great. they’re fairly... picky with who comes and goes in that restaurant. i can’t say much because my night club is also exclusive, but. it would be hard to visit you at the golden tap with my black soul and all, but i might have to stop by at the diner sometime, if i’m in the mood, of course.”

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text ⇢ kai

kai: yes for every chest hair i count 2nite i'm going to send u a text that says "kiddo" and thats it

sebastian: oh that's fine. two texts won't bother me.

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ofwinifred:

Winifred graciously placed her arms on the table in front of her as Sebastian expressed himself -, assertively introducing his point of view to the brunette. “Don’t be such a baby, Bash!“, Win rolled her eyes to the back of her head, not giving importance to his meaningful complaints “Would you prefer a kiss on those dark circles of yours as your greeting? If so, give me a heads up.”, Win verbally reacted, bringing her dark eyebrows up as a form of contempt. Winifred inspected the male a second time, narrowing her eyesight to his green eyes. “Since I’m here with you, we can say I don’t mind your presence in the club… Otherwise, I wouldn’t be here and you’d continue to be the lonely wolf of the pack…”, the girl noted while she gently touched the tip of Sebastian’s nose with her index finger.

sebastian scrunched his nose up immediately at the nickname ⏤ bash ⏤ and rolled his eyes at the girl. “i’m not a baby, shut up.” he mumbled, pouting out his bottom lip slightly. “no, i don’t want your kisses near me, thank you very much. i surely know other people who can kiss my dark circles that aren’t you.” sebastian half-joked, as he meant what he said but tried to add a playful tone to his voice. “oh, come on! i’m not lonely. just because you find me alone in the cafe once doesn’t mean i’m a loner. you know, there’s nothing wrong with wanting to be alone either. it’s normal. it’s a thing.”

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areswhomst:

he whips around quickly, slightly annoyed that somebody felt the need to touch him. if it were not for the laws of this land , he would have slaughtered him. but alas, he wouldn’t. “it is a big deal, if i ask for a black coffee i expect it to be black… i didn’t pay four dollars for whole milk with sugar.”

his mouth opened slightly at ares rather harsh comment about sebastian’s coffee, eyebrows furrowed. “it’s a fucking latte, thank you very much. know your drinks. and you drank something that isn’t yours, so all it’s all just an accident. who likes black coffee anyway?”

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celexteroxe:

she could tell that this wasn’t a situation he particularly wanted to be in– her feelings mutual. they both did their fair sharing of avoiding each other, she more than him in most cases though. she refused to even look at the places they used to go to together to make sure situations like this weren’t capable of happening. “it’s okay. w-watch where you’re going next time” she avoided eye contact with him. hearing his laugh made a part of her feel warm and she couldn’t help but feel nostalgic. “i’ve been as good as i can be i guess,” she trailed off. “a while… yeah that might be an understatement.”

“i’m sorry.” the words came out quickly, too quick, so that sebastian didn’t take a single moment to consider what he was saying. he wasn’t apologizing for knocking her over ⏤ as he already had done that, but... for everything, instead. something he usually never said to people was sorry, as he was too prideful or didn’t want to accept the responsibility of his actions. “i’m...” sebastian breathed out, “sorry. yeah. it’s been awhile. and i’m sorry about that. i’m glad you’re okay. you deserve to be good, to have a good life.” sebastian was rambling at this point, standing on the street with his hands awkwardly at his side, the filter for his words not working as he said whatever he was thinking.