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PARKS AND RECREATION | 7.01 2017

[sebvora]

The handmade, duct-taped birthday crown of cheap beers was — objectively — nothing special, and probably would have made any ordinary person scoff in disgust at the mere thought of having to wear it for CJ’s sake. For Sebastian, however, it was nothing short of the perfect gift, a physical embodiment of how well the two men knew each other; he loved it, and wanting nothing more than to don it for the rest of the night despite the fact that navigating the woods with a particularly heavy, not so structurally sound assortment of drinks on his head wasn’t the smartest idea. They’d most likely fall, bust open all over the ground underneath their feet, but he didn’t care. It was his fucking birthday and he was having the time of his life. 

Another set of giddy giggles bubbled out of him, and he did his best attempt at a drunken curtsey once the crown was properly adjusted above him. It was uncoordinated at best and he sort of looked like he was just . . . squatting, but it managed to get the point across. “The Birthday . . .” he thought for only a second, before deciding, “King! King sounds fuckin’ dope. Like, I’m on the same level as Charles now!” 

As if it all wasn’t self proclaimed anyway.

He grinned, ignoring the oddly fuzzy feeling in his chest as CJ’s hand came up to cup his cheek; one that wasn’t completely new, but had definitely been infiltrating his body more and more recently. On any regular day he’d explain it away, possibly step away from his roommate in a weak attempt to muffle it altogether. On his birthday, however? It was just another thing he didn’t care about. “Best birthday ever, dude. Thanks to you!” He stumbled a little closer into CJ’s space, the hat tipping off of his head exactly how it was predicted — minus the bursting of the cans, thank God. It was only a brief distraction as he murmured an ‘Oops!’ before he looked back at the other, covering his hand with one of his own. “Are you havin’ a good time?” he whispered in a similar fashion.

( @cjwelford )

Seeing the way Seb lit up had definitely made the last few days of drinking Four Loko’s and getting duct tape all over the furniture totally worth it. It wasn’t much, the two of them scraping by to get rent paid, really eating into the money he would spend on his husband if he could. A couple of times, CJ had debated calling Peter up again, but decided it just wasn’t worth the hassle of explaining to another person the whole Vegas marriage thing. Besides, Seb loved CJ. He was his bro, anything he gave him he’d like. The lifeguard would feel the exact same way.

“My liege!” He announced in his best British accent, which was pretty terrible, trying his best to mimic Jacob Elordi’s accent in Saltburn, despite the actor being a native Australian who’s own attempt at a British accent was…muddled at best. “The Birthday Prince has been officially crowned…wait, does that make you a King now? Birthday King?” 

He never paid attention in history class. He couldn’t remember if the British monarchy were even covered in history class…

Instead, CJ focused on angling the crown just right on Seb’s head, the light from the bonfire reflecting onto the cans, and shining in his eyes making him look even more captivating, CJ’s own focusing back onto the headpiece, feeling dizzy for just a split second. When it was adjusted to what CJ deemed suitable, his hand found his way down Seb’s face, cupping his cheek. “Is this, like, the best birthday ever or what?” He asked, voice barely above a whisper, as if there was a chance the two could be overheard by the revelers surrounding them.

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Despite having extended an invite to practically every single person he knew in Providence Peak, he never would have expected even half as many to actually show up to his grand birthday party. Family, of course. Close friends, too; the handful of people he could count on coming to support him no matter what. Yas, obviously, was on that list, having always proven over the years that she could make time for him regardless of whatever she was up to in her personal life. He appreciated that more than he could currently say at the moment, so inebriated that any real thoughts about anything couldn’t exactly manifest themselves. He could, however, express that in other ways — like the way his face lit up when he saw her approach him and take up the empty space beside him. He leaned into her and hummed loudly. “Ruuuude. None of my friends are crazy, ‘cept Pablo — he’s like, a little bit.” He held up fingers to signify his point, knocking his head into hers. “Why? Are you tryin’ to like, get freaky on my birthday? ‘Cause I can dig that. We can —” he hiccupped, “— find you the perfect person, dude.”

( @yasdogan )

closed starter for @sebvora at seb's birthday bash

Even if she wasn't in the mood, really, for a party, she would never have missed the chance to celebrate Sebastian. Luckily, it was a party designed for a good time, and after a few drinks and a bit of dancing, plus the added bonus of not seeing Sage anywhere in sight, Yas had loosened up quite a bit. Finding Seb in a rare moment of not having a bunch of people around him, Yas had come over and hopped up onto the bed of someone's truck, sitting next to Seb with her legs swinging dramatically. "Seb. Sebastian. Which one of your friends is single? And not completely crazy?" she asked, leaning over against his shoulder dramatically. "You're married, soooo...I get first pick now. Even if it's your birthday."

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SEBASTIAN: 🤷🏽‍♂️🤷🏽‍♂️🤷🏽‍♂️🤷🏽‍♂️ SEBASTIAN: OKAY BUT I DON'T WEAR YOUR SHIT WHILE I'M DOING IT SEBASTIAN: WHAT THE HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL DUDE just keep it 😭

Phoebe: Hey. Don't. Seb, you're going to have like 60 more birthdays at LEAST Phoebe: OH FFS CALM DOWN Phoebe: like you haven't got up to nastier shit!!!

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SEBASTIAN: first of all !!! u don't know that SEBASTIAN: second of all !!! im only 30 once and now i will forever remember my big 3 0 as the day u cared about swizzle more .. 😔😔😔 SEBASTIAN: EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW EW YOU COULDN'T TAKE IT OFF FIRST YOU FREAK????????????????? SEBASTIAN: EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

Phoebe: yeah but you're ALWAYS gonna have a birthday, she's probs never gonna drop a double album again!! Phoebe: silly stupid boi Phoebe: The Lavender Haze one? I BORROWED it numpty. Phoebe:...would you still want it back if I did... stuff whlst wearing it 👀

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Sebastian was having a great time. Really, there was no way that he wouldn’t — everyone he loved was in one giant space, there was more booze and party favors to pass around than he was capable of even keeping track of, and it was his fucking birthday. The big 30th. He didn’t want to risk dampening the mood too much by thinking too heavily about it, but realistically, he never thought he’d see the day he’d make it out of his twenties. And sometimes, even that was a stretch; he spent a good chunk of his twenties surprised that he made it past eighteen. All that to say, he figured that it was only fair to celebrate the big Three-Zero as lavishly as he wanted. Which wasn’t much in the grand scheme of things, considering the simplicity of his surroundings at the moment, but it was perfect for him and that was what mattered.

He had taken a break from the attention of some friends to scope out something new to drink when he felt someone suddenly engulf him from behind. It didn’t take him long to realize it was CJ, his buff arms curled around his midsection paired with the slurred nickname in his ear being enough evidence to prove his theory and he found himself laughing giddily. “My crown?” he replied, a hint of confusion on his features as his husband tore away from him to crawl underneath the table and retrieve it. He lit up excitedly as he saw it, completely ignoring the hilarity in which it was being held out to him on one knee. “Duuuuuude! That’s like, the coolest crown I’ve ever seen! Did you make that? What are those, Four Loko’s?”

He nearly reached out to grab it from him, though CJ’s question made him stop, hands midway in the air and he nodded. “Bro, yes! Please!”

( @cjwelford )

→ seb's dirty 30 birthday bash, the woods, bighorn hills. closed for @sebvora

The party thus far had been a roaring success. They were just that far from the residential areas to not really be a bother to anyone, and it was packed with what seemed like half the town or something.

CJ had let Seb mingle with his guests for a bit, before finding him alone in the corner where the drinks had set up, coming over and hugging him from behind. "Dude." He half-slurred, the alcohol and party favours he took earlier working in conjuction with each other, everything a little hazy around the edges. "I forgot to give you your crown." It was stashed under the half-constructed drinks table (the legs couldn't get screwed in properly and truly neither man cared to put any extra effort in), crawling under it to carefully drag the headpiece — made of beer cans and duct tape — out from under the table, and on his knee, presenting it to his husband the way one would an engagement ring. "Every birthday boy needs a crown! Can I do the honours?"

[sebvora]

LOCATION: The Vinyl Countdown.

WHEN: April 22nd.

WHO: Sebastian & Roman ( @rcmandaniels ).

The little bell above the Vinyl Countdown’s door chimed above Sebastian’s head, signaling his entrance — but if it hadn’t been for the bell, the piercing bark of his newly adopted dog, lovingly deemed King Charles, would have done the same. The fighter was holding onto him with one hand, tucked underneath his armpit. Treated like a real king, he’d say, because real kings didn’t need to walk on the floor with their own feet or whatever. Real kings were also allowed to go wherever they wanted, so while he wasn’t too sure if dogs were even allowed in the record shop, he didn’t really care. Besides, he promised Phoebe that he’d stop in the next time he passed it on the way home to see if they had a specific version of Taylor’s new album (because despite his aversion to the artist, he was still a good friend), and it wasn’t his fault that the next time just so happened to be with Charles in tow. He barked again, and instead of apologizing for it, Sebastian simply moved further into the store to browse the aisles. There was hardly anyone else inside, except for the man running the counter just a few feet away, and when he couldn’t find what he was looking for in approximately thirty seconds, he turned to him and asked, “Yo! You guys gotta have TSwizzle’s new album, right? Wait —” His eyes narrowed. “What the fuck? Why do you look so familiar?”

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SEBASTIAN: and it was also the day i was BORN helloooooooooo?!?!?!? SEBASTIAN: LALALALALALA i cant hear u its my birthday sorry :) SEBASTIAN: can u bring that coat u stole from me i want to wear it

Phoebe: idk what to tell you babe it was a surprise double album and her dragging ratty healy across the flaming hot coals as deserved Phoebe: oh cool! that sounds fun and totally not dangerous at all! Phoebe: I'll be there and pls stop calling him that, Sebastian.

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SEBASTIAN: bruh SEBASTIAN: the balloons only make me more insulted u prioritized TSWIZZLE over ME 😔😔😔 SEBASTIAN: GONNA GET FUCKED UP IN THE WOOOOOOODS i wanna burn some shit!!!! SEBASTIAN: cj found this sick spot when he was looking for bigfoot or whatever its like so perfect, also ur invited obvi (and frosty)

Phoebe: you're such a baby!! 🎈Phoebe: HAPPY BIRTHDAY KING 🥳🥳 [sent with Balloon Effect]🎈 Phoebe: what's the plan for tonight?

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→ phoebe.yates95 uploaded a photo [april 19th, 2024] > tagged: sebass

happy ttpd day! 😘 in all seriousness, happy birthday to the absolute chaotic being I am happy to call one of my best friends on the planet, sebby💗 here's to 30 years of manic excellence!🥳

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→ cj_welford uploaded a photo [april 19th 2024] > tagged: sebass

hbd 2 my fave person! 😎 i am so glad ur my hubby 🤵🏽there is no 1️⃣ else id rather 🐝 married 2️⃣ u r also a gr8 pet dad 2️⃣ esp2️⃣#kingcharles 🐶as pictured. luv u dude ❤️🙂 #happybirthday

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SEBASTIAN: bro block my number wtf!!! SEBASTIAN: this is the worst thing to ever happen to me 😔

@phoebeyates.

📲 Sebby 🕺🏽

Phoebe [april 19th, 01:51am]: happy ttpd day! Phoebe: 😚

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Sebastian considered CJ’s question for a moment. “I dunno, dude. I think that’s just, like, a Christmas thing — to ring in Santa Claus, y’know?” In true fashion, the statement was only half correct, though he didn’t really know or care enough to think about it beyond that. All he cared about was the possibility that he had been seriously missing out on some dope parties his whole life, on the principle that a church would kill him. Not even the prospect of eating those funny looking crackers enticed him to go growing up, but if they had food like this? Hell, maybe.

“Like, the priests bring the ghosts with them?” he asked, tilting his head as he slid the mimosa back over to his roommate-slash-friend-slash-husband. “Like, in their pocket or somethin’? That’d be sick . . . I’d become a priest and wear that cunty outfit if it meant I could have pet ghosts. That’s worth.” He took a generous bite of his own stack of pancakes, chewing as he spoke while he completely missed the point. “Imagine if they lived in a little vile and then you could just open it and release them whenever you wanted.” He thought of all the people he could mess with if that were the case, making a mental note to Google how hard it’d be to become a priest later. He was convinced he could do it. For now, though, he listened to CJ and continued to poke at his food. “An appointment? For what? Like, getting it sorted?” Maybe it was the hazy edible brain, but he still didn’t quite understand what ‘getting it sorted’ entailed — he always just alluded to doing so in conversations where his marriage wasn’t received in the best way, like with Phoebe, but never actually put in the work to figure it out. Speaking of Phoebe . . . “Dude, no way! She sleeps with him ‘cause she’s whipped as fuck or whatever, not ‘cause of the pancakes. Like, they’re yum, but not yum enough to be doin’ fuckin’ community service like that.”

He twisted his expression disgustingly; he was a lot more rude about the chef to CJ than he'd be to his best friend, of course — because even if he was trying to be nice for her sake, he still didn't necessarily like the guy all that much, and he knew that his husband wouldn't smack him across the head for whatever spilled out of his mouth. He could get it all out with him, essentially.

( @cjwelford )

CJ was very delicately piling his own plate with pancakes, letting out a thoughtful ‘hum’ as Seb bemoaned the early start of the festivities, taking a large mouthful as he chewed reflectively. “Isn’t there like midnight mass? Or was that like, just a TV show?” It sounded spooky, the idea of the Holy Ghost of Jesus lurking in the dark catacombs of a church. But he’d been here to Holy Spirits many a time after the witching hour, and never thought it was scary. Maybe the priests brought the demons with them. 

He decided to say as much to Seb. “Do you think priests like, stage exorcisms? Like places aren’t haunted until they call up the priest and suddenly there’s ghosts like coming out the wazoo, right? I wish I knew a priest.” He added with a mournful sigh, as if befriending a religious leader was some impossible fantasy. When Seb asked about Wren, CJ of course took another big bite of his pancake before answering, because why would you use basic table manners with your common-law husband? “I mean, like, she’s not happy but she’s calm. Said Jasper’s weird rich parents back in New York know some hot-shot lawyer who lives here in town, booked me an appointment with him sometime in the future.” For CJ, ‘sometime in the future’ could vary from ten minute’s time, to twenty years. “Iunno, she like, talks about it without talking about it, y'know?” He swallowed again. “Okay so, Foster’s a major douchebag but I’m starting to see why Phoebe is regularly sleeping with him. I probably would to if I got pancakes like these in the morning.” Regardless of any ill-will he felt toward the chef and how he may have pulled a face when Seb let it slip he was apparently in charge of the food today, CJ had to give credit where it was due. 

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The thing about Sebastian — otherwise dubbed as his ‘one true skill’ by Hunter, his brother — was that he was frustratingly good at pushing people’s buttons. Oftentimes, he didn’t even realize that he was doing it; the only way that could accurately describe what would get exasperated reactions out of others was simply being himself, eliciting sighs and eye rolls that he long since learned to tune out in conversations. Sometimes, though? Oh, it was completely intentional. Once he was in a particularly annoying mood, the minute he found something to latch onto . . . well, to put it simply, he wouldn’t let go. And let’s just say that this morning, in between the time it took to shove plates of food into his mouth, he was feeling rather mischievous. Fueled by Foster’s presence (and Phoebe’s absence), he could already vividly picture the way his best friend’s veins would pop out of her head once she heard that he was bothering him unsupervised.

It was enticing. And so he laughed and said, “Busy? Damn, that’s crazy. So, like, am I gonna get one of those sick ass aprons you got on or what? Actually, no — I should totally get one of those funny lookin’ chef hats Pheebs keeps goin’ on about. The kitchen this way?” He pointed vaguely in the direction that Foster had been headed towards before he was stopped, already deciding with a few steps that he was going to be taking him up on that offer — for the bit. Like most things he did. “How much are they paying you for this gig anyway? Is it a lot? Seems like it should be a lot, considering you didn’t have anyone to wash dishes or whatever.” 

( @foster-notmatty )

Foster really tried to be cool with Phoebe's friends. He was teaching her to make chicken nuggets for Leila. And he was listening to new music for Elijah. And technically, he really didn't know Seb well enough to dislike him, but there was something about the man's demeanor that was just... fucking exhausting. He still wasn't sure he'd forgiven him for the night he called Phoebe about his Vegas wedding — the cock-blocking, and how upset Phoebe got, and the general guilt it stirred up in him. That wasn't even getting into the fact it was CJ he'd gotten married to. No, he was fairly certain he didn't like Sebastian, and he felt lucky that Phoebe had always been there to act as a buffer. But she wasn't here now, and the second he heard that voice call him Frosty, it was like he could feel his teeth set on edge.

It didn't help that they were already down a runner, the plates running so low he'd had to go out and bus himself just so they'd have enough to load in the washer. "Yeah, that was me," he drawled with a heavy sigh, like he was resigning himself to entertaining a toddler. Because that was sort of what it was like, right? Not that he really had the time or patience for it. "Look, we're pretty busy back there, so unless you know how to wash dishes, can I just catch up with you later?"

[sebvora]

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LOCATION: Holy Spirits, mass brunch.

WHEN: Sunday, April 7th.

WHO: Sebastian & Foster ( @foster-notmatty )

Ever since Foster made his way into Phoebe’s life, Sebastian’s interaction with him remained limited. Confined, if you will. To whenever and wherever Phoebe herself deemed appropriate, whining on and on about how her best friend often needed ‘supervision around important people’ — thus he wasn’t allowed to be around the new boyfriend or whatever completely free reign. Even though he was pretty sure the situation between them was only growing ever complicated by the day, for the most part, the fighter chose to listen to her, purely because he didn’t want to have to listen to her complaining at him when he didn’t. He never sought Foster out, never bothered him directly unless Phoebe was present. The brunch at Holy Spirits, however? Well, that turned out to be circumstances completely out of Sebastian’s control — he and CJ had come to eat all of the food, and Foster just so happened to be helping prepare that food. As far as he was aware, Phoebe was still at home, so that couldn’t be his fault, could it? She couldn’t yell about ‘making Foster uncomfortable’ or ‘annoying him when he was at work’ when she chose not to be there. By that logic, he left CJ alone to clean up their plates — figuratively, in terms of eating the rest of what was on them, and literally, so that they could make room for more — and approached the chef when he saw him walking by, clearly in a hurry to keep doing his job. “Yooo, Frosty! I thought I saw it was you, like, scurrying around over there and shit.” He reached forward, plucking something off the plate in the other’s hands and shoving it into his mouth, hopeful that the faster he was with it then the less likely he’d be to notice. “Pheebs told me you got a big boy job like, Gordon Ramsey or whatever but I didn’t think that meant like, religious food.”