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lowkeyrobin · 11 months ago

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reader has had a crush on Rory since they were kids when they kissed (for practice ofc) but rory just has eyes for Erica and it breaks reader's heart but is still supportive cause as long as rory is happy so are they and SOMETHING happens which means reader is slowly dying and rory doesn't realizes his feeling until it's too late and reader dies in his arms.....

holy shit Alex you are evil. when I said angsty mbav I didn't realize you took that personally 😭🙏 /lh /pos

RORY KEANER ; you don't know what you have until you lose it

summary ; you like rory, but he doesn't reciprocate

warnings ; language, death, talk of throwing up, influenced by some music bc I was listening to sleep token LMAO

track ; take me back to eden ; sleep token

word count ; 1.5k

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The only good thing about living in Ontario, Canada, was your friend group, the Supernatural Squad. Although you were just the comedic relief, you were the most reasonable and level-headed. You were still a staple to the group. You weren't very supernatural, however. Just an ordinary human who happened to be friends with a bunch of vampires, a witch/wizard, Benny couldn't decide on a damn label, and a seer.

You and Rory and Benny and Ethan were the two duos of the group that'd been together the longest. Benny and Ethan met in middle school, and you and Rory met in 4th or 5th grade when he moved to White Chapel. Sarah and Erica met in their freshman year, having been bonded over the lack of friends and their good grades in English and history classes.

You and Rory were a different kind of close. In every universe, you knew you'd met each other, one way or another. He was the funny, dim-witted vampire who was still a geek even through his transformation into puberty and vampirism. You, on the other hand, remain the second half of his comedy troupe, the smart and level-headed companion he needed to keep him mentally stable through all these new, weird things he was going through. He'd forever be 15 while you grew older, something you weren't too worried about right now.

You remembered like it was yesterday when you shared a first kiss for "practice." It was practice, really, Rory wanted to know how to kiss before he tried asking Erica out. However, for you, that was the problem. You didn't want it to be practice for him to be able to woo over Erica.

There was no doubt that Erica, the tall, blonde, vampire, was hot. Hell, if you weren't already head over heels for the younger blonde, you'd totally date her. But, that was the whole thing, he had googly eyes for Erica and you just solemnly looked at him with love stuck in yours like a curse.

But, of course, Rory hadn't learned about the phrase "you don't know what you have until you lose it." He wasn't expecting to lose you, nor was he aware that he even had you wrapped around his finger.

During the final fight with Vice Principal Stern, you'd gotten hurt, and hid it from your friends ; you saved White Chapel for good, ridding the town of evil. You didn't want to sour the mood about a wound that would heal itself, and you didn't want your friends worrying about something so small that'd disappear in time.

Stern hit you with a purplish magenta light-beam from his staff, leaving a very painful, burn-looking wound on your side. Over time, it didn't heal like you hoped it would, if anything it only looked worse, like your skin was decaying.

You had it wrapped up nearly 24/7 to prevent infection, the grey-ish skin was pruney and nasty looking from the amount of moisture. You'd only been living through the pain thanks to a lot of Tylenol, which you probably took a little bit too much of sometimes on accident. The center of the wound was a weird purple color, like a bruise, and it branched off like veins almost. It ran down your hip and up your torso, a grey color, acting as if you were a rotting corpse or something.

The theory was that it'd heal over time or completely disappear after a way since Stern was gone. But obviously, those were both incorrect.

You touch the wound, feeling a sharp pain radiate through the area as you pull your fingers away with a grimace. Your next idea was to ask Benny for a potion or something to help it go away. I mean, he had to have had some wound-dissolving spell or potion laying around somewhere, he was a witch for Christ's sake. It shouldn't be too hard to just ask for one.

That was easier said than done, however. He and Ethan wanted to know what it was for before he made it, and they wouldn't stop pressing after you said it was nothing. They eventually figured you out though, having been the first to notice and point out the veins spreading up to your collarbone and shoulders while you were all hanging out at Ethan's after school.

You kept telling them you were just tired and you had a cold, etcetera etcetera, the past few months, but after a while, they started to wonder why you were only looking worse. Then they persuaded you to just show them so they could help. You complied, showing them the wound you acquired from the final battle with Vice Principal Stern.

Ethan is the first to speak, quickly questioning you, "Dude, when and where did you get that?"

"Fighting Stern a couple of months ago." You shrug nonchalantly as you try your best to force your eyes open to stay awake, "Look, I just need something to make this heal or disappear, okay?"

Benny and Ethan share a worried look, barely able to look at your wound without cringing in disgust and the pain they felt for you.

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Within another agonizing week, Sarah, Erica, and of course, Rory, had found out as well. So much for secrets.

All that week, no amount of drugs or spells or potions could help your condition whatsoever. You would frequently throw up and would have to skip class to go to the nurses office or sit in the bathroom while your stomach twisted and turned inside of you. Rory tried helping you as much as he could, carrying your things and flying you straight home after school, but it didn't help much, neither did the magical help from Benny and his grandma, it was like you were immune to it at this point.

You lay in bed on your side, a trashcan accompanying you for any biohazards. The veins now climbed up your neck, your shoulders, and down your legs, your eyes were made heavy by suitcase sides bags under your eyes, it felt like your eyes were swollen, yet they weren't. Rory sits beside you, one hand rubbing your shoulder as you mindlessly babble on, his other hand holding an ice pack to your forehead as you experience heat flashes.

The four other teens stand outside your closed bedroom door, trying to think of any ways to help you. They wanted to convince your parents to take you to the doctors, but how would you explain the massive wound on your side. And how would you explain that you were now a walking corpse acting like a shitty father after a trip to the bar?

"Y'know, Rory, I've always liked you, like, like-liked you" You giggle, ruffling his hair. "You're adorable"

Rory lightly smiles, not taking your words to heart.

"Really, please listen to me, R" You quickly place your hands on his cheeks, cupping his face, "I like you. And I know you don't like me back and shit, you like Erica and you're constantly talking about it, but I want it off my chest before this stupid thing probably kills me or starves me out of my body"

The blonde boy blinks a few times, and wraps you in a hug. "I'm sorry" He mumbles, remembering the fact you were definitely on your last limb here, "You're the best, most awesome friend I could ever ask for, so you're not gonna die! Wait- could I turn you into a vampire and save you? Would that work?"

You shrug, not wanting to get too excited, I mean, the others probably already thought of that and imagined a bad outcome.

The four walk back in to see you resting your head on Rory's lap, probably sleeping as he speaks up, his speech moving a million miles an hour.

"What if we turn them into a vampire? Would that work? I mean, they'd become immortal, right?"

The four look to each other and shrug, positivity shining through their worried expressions.

"Did they say they wanted to try it?" Sarah asks, "It's a big devotion... I mean, this is literally life changing, maybe for the better"

Rory nodded, "They said to ask you"

Sarah nods down, looking at you, "Ask them, I'll be downstairs, I'm gonna make them some tea" She lightly smiles, dragging Erica along with her.

Rory shakes your shoulder with no response, your cheeks pale as the veins quickly crawl up your face. He gets a little more aggressive with it, calling your name, the fear showing in his voice.

"Y/n, Y/n, Y/n? Y/n? Y/n!"

Ethan stands frozen, seeing your entire face begin to be engulfed by the weird infection. Benny begins shouting for Sarah and Erica, sprinting down the stairs as quickly as possible. The blonde turns you face up, seeing blood trail out from your nose.

You were totally limp in his arms, a sense of calmness painting your face instead of the now usual pained and tired look. You seemed peaceful laying there while your whole body is painted in a spider web like pattern.

"Y/n/n, please, wake up! I can help you!"

No response, your chest wasn't even slowly rising or falling anymore, you were just a limp, heavy body laying on him.

Tears prick at the blonde's eyes as he stares at your relaxed features, wishing that just maybe he'd thought a little sooner.

Maybe if he just thought of that a little sooner, then you'd be okay.

#lowkeyrobin #mbav oneshot #mbav x reader #mbav #my babysitter's a vampire #my babysitters a vampire x reader #rory keaner x reader #rory keaner #benny weir x reader #ethan morgan x reader #rory keaner oneshot #gn reader #gender neutral reader

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targaryenrealnessdarling · 2 years ago

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No Pain, No Gain | Part 1 | PersonalTrainer!Aemond x fem!reader

Summary: The personal trainer your roommate Baela recommended to you is rude, condescending but also hot as hell. Series Masterlist.

A/N: shoutout to my personal trainer Alex for rotting my brain. This is my first modern!Aemond fic, so any feedback is genuinely appreciated, I hope you enjoy this, it was an absolute ball to write (and there will be more!)

Also I could not post this without tagging some absolute modern!Aemond QUEENS who inspired me to write this. @valeskafics @oneeyedvisenya @sapphire-writes you’re the real ones! Also massive hug to @ewanmitchellcrumbs for hyping me up and being a parent to this child she didn't choose to create.

warnings: EVENTUAL SMUT, 18+, sexual tension, binge eating, mentions of breakup, cursing, dickhead Aemond, reader is horny af, English slang (soz), warnings will be added when needed

To say you were broken-hearted would be a bit of an understatement.

You were angry, annoyed, frustrated, wound up tight and pissed off to the highest degree.

And it showed in how you acted these days as you polished off the salty family-size bag of crisps on your own in 10 minutes flat.

You look over at your phone and sigh when you see it’s already 6 o’clock in the afternoon. Another day sat on the sofa, wallowing in self-pity, eating yourself into oblivion and fairly soon pouring a glass of Baela’s finest white wine (now that it was officially almost evening anyway and it was justified).

Scrolling through instagram was like twisting the dagger that was already in your chest. All that stupid fucking app could show you was ‘ex in the bar with his new girlfriend’, ‘ex in the drive-thru with his new girlfriend’, ‘ex on the beach with his new girlfriend’.

It made you want to throw your phone directly at the wall. But you settled for squeezing the life out of it, imagining it was your ex’s stupid face instead.

The absolute waste of space had broken up with you over text on the night you were supposed to go out on a date. And as if that was not bad enough, not even two weeks had gone by before he’d managed to stick his dick into someone else with a pulse. At the time, you were so angry that you didn’t accuse him of anything, he’d already broken up with you. But you did suspect that this ‘sudden’ relationship he’d gotten into wasn’t as recent as first thought.

It’s been a month since you found out about the other woman.

And clearly you were coping really well.

Indulging wasn’t something you usually did, but now you feel you deserved it.

“Hello~” the soft, ringing voice of your roommate Baela was at the door. You half-considered hiding all the packets of various foods you’d managed to stuff down your gob, but Baela had seen worse of you. She’d seen you while you were throwing your guts up after freshers week at university. Nothing was worse than that and you shuddered at the memory.

She walks in, looking more put together than you by a long way, having been hanging out with her sister all day. That’s what you like about Baela, she’s not judgemental, and so when she sees you’ve barely moved an inch she just flashes her usual smile.

“Good day then?” she says with a smirk. You raise your eyebrows in return.

“Apart from seeing him plastered all over instagram I’m great”

“Got any left?” she asks, extending a greedy hand for a crisp. You offer her the bag with a sigh as she slumps on the sofa next to you. She watches boredly whatever you have on the TV,

"Why don't you just block him?" She asks. And to be fair, she has a point.

But you huff and shove another crisp in your mouth, whining, "Cos I'm a nosy bitch with no boundaries"

Baela sighs, pulling out her own phone and scrolling through her notifications, "As much as I love you y/n, this is pathetic, even for you"

You'd be offended if she wasn't completely right. And you know she's only half joking so you just shrug.

"How was Rhaena?" You ask.

"Yeah fine, usual shit with Dad. Oh I didn't tell you-" she starts.

She has that glint in her eye which spells trouble. She's got gossip and you raise your eyebrows in anticipation.

"Hold that thought, wine first?"

"Obviously"

After giggling and waltzing over to the counter to pour two glasses of the finest box wine you could get for under seven English pounds, you hand her one and wait almost too excitedly for her to spill whatever sweet gossip she has.

She sips it, almost like she needs the liquid courage to begin, and she hisses at the sweet, acidic taste.

"God that's foul"

"It was 2 for 1!" You retort with a laugh, but she is right, it does taste foul, "Stop stalling, tell me tell me tell me"

She looks at you as if to say bitch, you are not fucking ready.

“Dad’s married Rhaenyra”

The force of which your jaw drops open is almost comical. You’d guessed for a while that they were at least fucking, but to just elope?!

“I need money, cos I betted on this shit happening!”

“Oh my gosh, Rhaena was fucking hysterical. Jace and Luke aren’t surprised at all, but Alicent is beside herself in the family group chat, it should honestly be a reality TV show” Baela says scrolling through said group chat. From what you can see without being too nosy, is that there’s a lot of long paragraphs and angry emojis.

“What about Viserys, surely he’s…” you ask, trailing off to sip the pissy wine in your hands.

“Oh no, he’s thrilled. Which pisses Alicent off even more if that’s possible”

“Baela I think your Uncle’s gone insane” you bite your lip to stifle a laugh.

“No fucking kidding”

You slump back onto the sofa, “Holy shit, I am a genius. I knew the whole time” you say, smirking in victory.

“And so humble too” Baela gives a sarcastic grin which you return.

“How do you feel about it?”

Baela shucks her phone onto the coffee table, sighing, “Not bothered, we’re all adults now, so it hardly makes a difference to me. Suppose it’ll get Dad to stop bringing back random women now” she says exasperated, “but Rhaenyra gets the impression we’re all really bothered so she’s invited us all to a retreat for a week. Think she just wants to butter us up for marrying our Dad”

“Oh? Anywhere nice?”

Baela looks over, giving you a wearied look.

“What?”

“Well that brings me to you”

“Oh god, what” you ask, dropping the tone to emphasise the seriousness of the talk all of a sudden.

Baela fiddles with the remote, in an attempt to appear cute, “Well~ There’s a spare ticket going and you’re my bestest friend. And I would hate to endure a week of watching my Dad eat Rhaenyra’s face off, so come with me please?” she begs.

You sigh, “Baela usually I would love to sponge off you like that but-”

“Pleasepleaseplease~” she begs, “Rhaena’s bringing her boyfriend and we’re basically together!”

You fake a gagging sound.

“Oh come on, a week on a beach in bikinis,sweltering weather with as many cocktails as you can hold isn’t exactly torture”

You give her an incredulous look, opening your arms to emphasise all the bags of junk food around you, “Do I look beach body ready to you?!”

“Oh fuck off, you’re hot and have an ass that can keep the world fed”

“I know I am hot, I just don’t feel hot” you stare blankly at the TV, trying to ignore her and stuff another crisp into your mouth.

Baela sighs, “I was just thinking it would be a nice distraction, that’s all”

“I want to it’s just…” you start, trying to think of the right words, “...I don’t feel my best”

Baela gives you a playful slap on your arm, “Look, forget your ex, he’s dumb as fuck and it’s not solving anything by staying inside with the curtains drawn all day. If you want to feel better, might be worth taking care of yourself a bit, hm?”

Fuck her, you think, rolling your eyes, she’s right.

You hate how often she’s right. Because she gets that look on her face when she is. Always has done.

“How about that gym membership you’ve not used since February?” she asks,

“Okay firstly, ouch. Secondly, I realised I don’t know the first thing about how to work out in a gym, besides the guys there were…weird”

You shudder at the thought. It was January and so all the new year’s resolution guys were at it in full swing, using the gym as a means to try and pick up girls. And since graduating you find that more often than not the guys who hit on you were students. Maybe it was different now?

Baela pokes her cheek with her tongue, racking her brain.

“One of my cousins is a personal trainer? I could text him to see if he’s happy to take you on. Mates rates” she smiles.

You side-eye her hard. You’ve heard briefly about her cousins. Some of the stories are a bit more…eccentric than others. And even though you’ve never met them, you’ve heard enough stories to satisfy your curiosity.

“This isn’t the manwhore cousin, right? Because if it is then no”

She scoffs, “No. Aegon hasn’t set food in a gym since graduating and he only went cos it was free. The personal trainer one is Aemond. He’s a bit…anti-social?” she pulls a face when she says it.

“He’s anti-social and he’s a personal trainer?” you ask, eyebrow raised, “makes so much sense”

Baela scrolls through her contacts, “Yeahhh. Don’t worry though, he’s just grumpy” she explains, “want me to text him?”

Your head falls to the edge of the sofa in a huff. You want to go and on top of that, it might be nice to finally have a break. That and you’d love to shove it in your exes face when he sees you’re on holiday looking your hottest.

“How long ‘til the holiday?”

Baela grins victoriously, “A month and a bit. He does a month course for stuff like this, I can ask him about it”

What the fuck am I getting myself into, you think briefly.

Fuck it.

“Fine”

The force at which Baela’s nails tap against the screen is almost desperate.

Baela snorts a laugh at the message and turns her phone to show you the messages.

“He seems lovely” you roll your eyes sarcastically.

“Like I said, he’s just grumpy. He’ll be professional though” she says.

You sigh, crushing the empty bag of crisps in your hands.

“Can’t wait”

After following him on instagram, you did a bit of shameless stalking. You’d heard a little bit about Aemond from Baela talking about her family, but he seemed the most mysterious out of all of them (save for the youngest whose name she struggled to even remember).

He had very little photos of himself, mainly progress pictures of other clients he’s helped. And he seems to be pretty successful so far. A girl with a similar body to you managed to get toned on his one-month program and looked hot afterwards, so you had some high hopes that it was possible for you as well. But you did wonder what he looked like. There were only two photos where he was in frame, and he’d been tagged by another person, looking away from the camera.

From what you could see, he was very tall, lithe and slim but built, with silver hair that had been pulled up into a bun. Ah, so he’s a man-bun type of guy. Yikes.

Unfortunately, the photo showed very little of his face, so you couldn’t be too nosy.

You sent a very brief message, introducing yourself, trying not to cringe at the idea that he might be doing the exact same stalking to your instagram right at this moment. A shiver went up your spine at the thought.

It’s only when you’re in TKMaxx with Baela, shopping for gym gear the next day, that you finally get a reply from him.

“What do you think of just wearing a sports bra?” Baela says, eyeing up a black shirt.

You’re too busy staring at the message, “Hm? Oh, I’d just go in gym leggings and a bra yeah. Just got a reply from your mysterious cousin”

Baela hops over, “What’s he said? Nothing bad I hope” she grins.

You show her the screen.

Baela raises her eyebrows, “Very formal. Guess I shouldn’t be surprised” she says, seeming surprised that he’s at least cordial.

“It’s very ‘serial-killer-esque’ of him not to have a profile picture” you joke, locking your phone again.

Baela picks out a black gym set. Black leggings with a mesh pocket on the side for your phone and a black sports bra. You nod, “Yeah looks good to me”

“Oh please you’re gonna look hot in this” she smirks, leading you over to the counter to pay.

She rewards you for your efforts by driving you to McDonald's drive-thru. A send off to junk-food so to speak.

And when Monday rolls around, you nod in the mirror. She was right, it does look hot on you. At least in the safety of your flat where there’s nobody to look at you. In a gym, surrounded by other fit people and a personal trainer you’ve never met? It might feel slightly different.

There’s a faint swirl of anxiety in your gut but you pull your trainers on, grab a hair tie from your nightstand and drive to the gym you’ve agreed to meet at. Luckily it’s your local gym, large and packed to the brim with some good equipment at least. And you briefly wonder what kind of workouts you’ll be doing before pulling into the car park.

You see him as soon as you enter the gym. He’s very tall, slender but muscular and fucking gorgeous. What the fuck, is all you can think when you shamelessly scan him from head to toe. Like the pictures, he has his long silver hair in a bun, with a few pieces having come free and falling around his face. His legs are miles long in the black sweats he’s wearing, as well as the black top that sticks a bit too snugly to his front and shoulders, making your mouth water a bit.

And you can’t help but admire his side profile, how his jaw just so naturally and sharply juts into his chin. How his cheekbones sit so prominently and high on his face, framing his features. His sharp, defined nose. And you can’t see from here because he’s looking down at his phone, but his eyelashes are unnaturally long for a man. It’s just unfair, frankly.

Shaking yourself briefly from the trance you were in, you right yourself and approach him.

He looks up to see you before you even have a chance to open your mouth. Now that he's looking at you face on, you can see the shocking blue of his right eye and the paler, soft hue of the other. Not only that but the angry scar that ran down the side of his face, extending from his forehead to the mid part of his cheek, straight through the eye.

You look at it for a split second, surmising that perhaps he's partially sighted or blind in that eye. But you choose not to say anything and instead smile with an awkward wave.

"Hey, you must be Aemond"

He openly drags his eyes over you, from head to toe, just like you did a moment ago without his knowledge. But now that you're standing right in front of him, in the gym gear that you totally don't feel a bit self conscious in, it feels a bit weird.

He doesn't reply for a moment.

"I'm y/n" you say, forcing a smile to your nervous face.

"Hm" he responds lowly, "Baela's friend"

You pull an awkward face and nod.

You feel so stupidly small against this absolute giraffe of a man and you daren't step forward any more, for fear of looking even smaller under his judgemental and indifferent gaze.

He sighs and gestures for you to follow him, seeming disinterested as he looks down at his phone. For a brief second you wonder how this guy keeps his clients if he's this rude, but you shake the thought away, not wanting to judge too quickly.

He leads you into one of the consultation rooms, separate from the rest of the gym. He sits on one of the seats, sighing as if he's had the hardest day in the world and taking a swig of water from his bottle.

Sat across from him, you feel a bit small under his gaze. He's quite intimidating, you now find.

"Have you ever worked out before" he asks flatly.

You shrug, "I've tried I guess, but never super seriously" you laugh awkwardly, but he doesn't return it.

He runs his eyes over you again, as if to say yeah I can see that.

"Stand up. Shoes off. We're going to take your weight and measurements" he orders, going to his bag to grab some things.

It's beyond awkward and quiet in the room with him as he idly takes down your weight, height and current eating habits, which you've had to be more honest about than you'd cared to admit.

Standing in the middle of the room, he twirls his measuring tape on his fingers. He measures your upper body first, which isn't too bad until he gets to your bust. You try and look anywhere else in the room while he measures across it, his fingers landing softly at either arm, taking a note of the measurement. You internally scold yourself, he is so much taller and surely must be able to see right down the sports bra. It only serves to make your face heat up with embarrassment.

If that wasn't enough, he gets to your lower body, measuring your hips and then thighs. He gets to his knees to do it and you resist the urge to pull your hands into fists at the proximity of him to your intimate area, separated only by a thin pair of gym leggings and underwear.

He doesn't seem to bother himself with the awkwardness. And every time you look at his face, he seems indifferent, bored even. Even then, his face is unnaturally beautiful, even with the scar.

He must really not like people.

Aemond sighs having taken all his notes.

"We'll do one training session and see how much weight we can do" he instructs. You nod.

"I expect you to be in the gym four times a week, three in the week and once at the weekend. We'll do one session together a week so I can check your progress"

His tone is so flat, all you can do is nod. He looks at you,

"Got it?"

Your cheeks heat up, "Um, yeah"

"Good"

He leads you outside to the actual gym floor which luckily isn't too busy, side-eyeing you massively when you pull your hair up into a ponytail to get it off your neck.

His large form leads you over to where the mats are kept, haphazardly throwing two to the floor.

He doesn't say anything past one or two word commands and it's incredibly difficult to not look in the mirror in front of you to watch him as he stretches. The way he stretches his arms over his head and it lifts the hem of his shirt a little, showing his happy trail, biceps rippling.

And when he does leg stretches, instructing you to do the same, you can't help but stare at how his thighs are basically bulging out from his sweats. It takes all of your strength and will to not look any higher than that towards his hips.

He watches your form as you try and copy him stretching. And your heart almost leaps into your chest when he uses his hand to move your ankle slightly, so that you put pressure on a certain muscle. But he focuses completely, professional.

Fuck, be professional.

All caution is thrown completely to the wind when he gets you on machines. He demonstrates some of them first, starting with the so-called 'easier' ones, like the inner and outer thigh machines that look way too…suggestive.

Of course, he's got it on a ridiculous weight to demonstrate which makes you scoff a bit. And when you get on the inner thigh machine, it locks into place with your legs spread. You thank every god there is that there's no mirror in front of you on this machine.

"You have to start with your legs spread as much as possible" he states simply, pushing the pads against your legs even further. It makes your eyes widen, sinful thoughts pop up in your head. But before they take root you shake them away.

It's ridiculously hard the first few times and he raises an eyebrow.

"Really?" He mocks a bit, the tiniest of smirks on his face "you're only on 14kg"

"Fuck off" you mutter under your breath. He tuts and changes it to 9kg, bruising your ego a bit. But you finish the set nonetheless.

You think he's a bit of a psycho, because after that little remark he has you on every leg machine available. Making fun every time you have to be on the lowest weight.

After the session, you're aching in places you didn't even know existed and you haven't even rested yet. Knowing full well you'll be achy as fuck tomorrow and even wlrse than right now. The faintest sheen of sweet is visible on your pinkened chest.

"You're weaker than I thought"

He runs his long fingers through his hair and you want to slap that stupid fucking self-indulgent look off his smug face seeing you all out of puff like this.

"Thanks, means a lot" you say sarcastically, drinking from a water bottle. He raises an eyebrow at the attitude.

"I'll send you your workout plan. If you have any issues do me a favour and don't bother me with them" he retorts.

"Charming" you mutter under your breath once he's gone past you. You watch as he walks away, briefly appreciating his broad shoulders, until the sour taste of his poor behaviour settles in. And you huff, texting Baela immediately.

You curse every god there is that you drive a manual car, because right now the thought of having your aching leg pressing on the clutch pedal might actually drive you to mass-murder.

This is going to be a long month.

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frost-queen · 6 months ago

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Welcome to hell (Reader x Caliban)

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Summary: Being captured by hell, they want information about the Spellman's from you. Having a strong will, eventually Caliban get's assigned to you for torment. Yet after a while, he no longer can. Surprised that you show him kindness while hurt as he had shown you little.

Slowly you opened your eyes. Adjusting to the new lightning. Clearly you weren’t alone as you heard shuffling and chuckling around you. A smell of rotting overwhelming you as a presence came nearer. – “It’s waking up.” – the voice grumbled out. Their voice raspy. Groaning softly, you set your hands to push yourself up. Blinking rapidly to wake up. A pounding in your head. Your vision sharpened on a face as it made you stumble back. Frightened by the horrid face. The person laughed, gruesome teeth visible. – “Beelzebub.” – a voice spoke as the horrid figure seemed to listen to it.

A young man coming in sight, placing a hand on him. – “Give our guest some air.” – he spoke approaching more. Wary about him, you moved further back when he came nearer. With his devilish looks and dashing smile, he knelt down. – “Our guest will need her strength.” – he said reaching out to brush his fingers down your cheek. His touch made you shiver out a breath. The young man snapped his finger as two of the horrid figures approached. – “Take our guest to their chambers to get… comfortable.” – he smiled wickedly.

You got picked up from the ground by your arms. Dragged out as you screamed in protest. Knowing damn well you weren’t in Greendale anymore. Feet dragging over the ground, they led you through a maze of corridors. With each turn it got colder. Your eyes widened as they dragged you into the cold room. Nothing but stone cold walls and shackles. – “No, no, no!” – you screamed out, fighting with every might against them. The two of them pushed you onto the ground.

One of them grinning widely as the other one shackled your hands. Cuffing you on a metal chain so you couldn’t run. – “Enjoy your stay.” – one of them said as you caught a rotten smell from their mouth. Laughing mockingly, they left you. Pulling against your shackles, you hoped it would be old enough to perhaps break. Sadly it was not. Sturdy it held ground.

Defeated you pulled your knees up, wondering how on earth you got here. Hoping perhaps the Spellman’s would soon figure out that you are gone. Coming for you…

The door opened making you lift your head up. It felt like an eternity that they decided to come. You knew they would come. Your gut telling you they’d come. Beelzebub entered, smiling wickedly. Some flies circling around him. He clasped his hands together. – “Let’s set some ground rules.” – he started, slowly approaching. – “You answer correctly and I…I won’t hurt you.” – he added with little care. You moved against your shackles to resist. – “Tell me about the Spellman’s.” – he said.

His first question made clear why you were here. – “Go to hell!” - you shouted out. – “Already here girl.” – he said amusingly opening his hands presentable. Your eyes widened briefly at the thought of being in actual hell. – “Tell me about the Spellman’s.” – he repeated his question. You remained silence. Never in a million years would you tell on your friends. Beelzebub sighed loud. He moved his hand forwards. A chilling scream left your mouth at the burning feeling on your skin. You felt your pores open, sweat boiling on your skin.

Beelzebub lowered his hand making you gasp loud. – “The Spellman’s.” – he spoke coming to kneel in front of you. Your first reaction was to spit at him. Beelzebub closed his eyes, opening his mouth a bit before wiping the spit off his cheek. He moved his hand up again, making you scream in pain. Feeling as if the seven fires of hell were raining down on you. Screaming in agony, you curled up like a ball.

Squirming from the pain. – “The spellman’s!” – Beelzebub said impatient through his torture. You clenched your jaw, refusing to say a word. Beelzebub sighed loud. Unleashing even more pain on you. Your screams went through bone and merrow feeling your inside boil. After a long torment he finally got up, taking his leave. Beaten and broken, you laid on the ground. Fingers twitching a bit, not sure whether you were even still alive.

The doors opened as Beelzebub entered once more. Still broken from last time, you used all your strength to sit up. – “Are we ready to speak yet?” – he asked coming nearer. You kept quiet, glaring at him. Beelzebub kicked you back. You felt the force of his foot in your side as you crashed onto the hard floor. He set his foot on your wrist as your hand wriggled underneath it. – “Speak!” – he ordered out, flies buzzing around his head.

You cried in pain trying to get his foot off your wrist. Beelzebub groaned loud, removing his foot from your wrist. He gave your stomach a hard stomp with his foot. Making you curl up like a ball, crying in pain. – “You’ll die if you don’t speak.” – he told you. You weakly tried to pull yourself up, holding a hand against your bruised ribs. – “Then you’ll never get the information you need.” – you responded out of breath. Beelzebub showing you his teeth in anger.

“Let’s see how long you can keep quiet.” – he held his hand out, giving you excruciating pain once more. The cells filled with your screams as they were hearable from upstairs. Caliban who sat in his throne, barely affected by them as he continued to polish his crown. Beelzebub lowered his hand as you were worn out. Being tortured for a few days now in a row. You felt your body weaken. Not sure how much longer you could be so strong-willed. Panting loud, you barely could keep your head up. – “Well girl?” – he called out ready to give you more pain. – “Stop.” – you panted out. Beelzebub kept his hand down, tilting his head a bit.

“The… the Spellman’s…” – you breathed out needing a lot of strength to form your words. – “Yes.” – Beelzebub said excitedly. Then you started laughing. Manically as if you had lost all sanity. Beelzebub watched you in confusion. In anger that you had fooled him, he rose his hand. Causing you to suffocate on your own blood in your mouth. Gagging on the blood, you coughed loud. The blood getting spewed on across his face. Beelzebub got up, stumbling back. The blood staining your chin as you let your head fall down. He gave your body a soft kick to see any reaction.

You barely reacted, having fainted from the immense pain. Unable to get any information out of you, he returned to the throne room. Day after day. Week after week Beelzebub would visit your cells. Forcing you to speak about the Spellman’s. Each time you remained silent. Not uttering a word. Every silence was greeted with torment. Slowly weaking you till eventually you would break anyways. It was almost admirable how long you could withhold the torment. Any other human would’ve broken after the first few days. Beelzebub gained no progress with you as he begged the prince of Hell for another way. The prince of Hell had enough of Beelzebub’s failures as he assigned himself for the duties.

Weakened you lifted your head up. – “Your late Beelzebub.” – you breathed out as he wasn’t as punctual as usual. It took you a few moments to realize someone else had entered your cells. The prince of hell squatted down, taking a good look at you. He clicked his tongue, holding your head back to see your face. He let your head fall as you nearly fell over. – “I must say you are persistent Y/n.” – he said watching you. – “And who the hell are you?” – you breathed out having to do your upmost best to keep your head up.

The young man smiled. – “Caliban. Prince of hell.” – he addressed himself proudly. – “Beelzebub worn out? Pity I’ll miss him.” – you mocked with a chuckle. Caliban stroked his chin. – “You wouldn’t be laughing much more Y/n when I have my way with you.” – he spoke. – “Do your worst.” – you taunted him. Caliban gave your forehead a little push as it made you fall backwards. – “Looks like I don’t have to do much…” – he sighed out a little disappointing.

Caliban started tapping you against your cheek. – “Hey, hey Y/n! Wake up!” – he said wanting you awake for his torture. You weakly opened your eyes once more as he helped you sit up. Holding his hand on top of your head. – “Now Y/n, let’s have a chat about the Spellman’s.” – he started as your eyes widened feeling an immense pain in your head. Screaming it out as Caliban was smiling widely.

Inhaling deep he enjoyed to hear the pleasures of your pain and agony. Caliban let go of you as you fell down to the side. – “Done already? I’ve just begun Y/n.” – he teased. He nudged you against your body for you to wake up. When you weren’t moving much, he sighed irritated. Having nothing else to do, he got up, leaving once more.

Now every time you were tortured it was Caliban that blessed your cells with his presence. – “Y/n don’t make this harder than it is. Just speak.” – he would sigh out keeping you upright. – “Just kill me.” – you muttered out, having enough. Caliban’s eyes widened. – “What was that Y/n?” – he mocked with a smile. – “Stop…” – you breathed out unable to keep your eyes open. Losing the control over your body, your head fell forwards against his shoulder.

Caliban’s hand froze mid-air at the sudden touch from you. Your head slid to the side, losing contact with his shoulder. Your head was falling as Caliban caught you before your head could hit the ground. Staring down at you, he wondered what he was doing. Seeing your worn out expression. The clear bruises on your face and all over your body. As he knew some where his doing.

With a pained expression he let his hand brush up your cheek. – “Y/n?” – he whispered. You remained lifeless in his arms. Caliban slowly pulled your body up to his chest, cradling you. Overcome with a sense of shame and sorriness. He couldn’t hurt you anymore. You had suffered enough by his hand and Beelzebub’s. Caliban staid by your side till you gained conscious again. You were surprised to see him there. – “Easy Y/n.” – he said caringly making sure you were being careful. It made you feel a bit wary off him.

He gave you water and some bread to gain a bit of your strength. – “Is this a new technique? Show your prisoner kindness before killing them?” – you said keeping a close eye on him. Caliban shook his head. – “No… I…I am not going to hurt you anymore.” – he said making you stare surprised at him. – “I’m returning you to earth.” – he added. – “What… what about the Spellman’s?” – you answered, knowing he wanted information off them.

Caliban shook his head. – “I’m taking you home safely.” – he placed your hand caringly over yours. – “What… what about the others?” – you responded unsure. – “I am the prince of hell, they obey me.” – Caliban said with a certain airy vibe. – “Can you stand?” - he asked. You nodded, letting him help you up. Caliban undid you off your shackles as it felt good to be released from them. The bruise marks clear around your wrists. Caliban took your hands in his, observing the bruise marks.

Bringing your hands to his mouth, he kissed your knuckles. Lowering your hands, he came to your side, supporting you as he led you out of the cells. You were going on a slow pace as it felt weird to walk after being chained up for so long. Caliban held you tight, making sure you wouldn’t slip out of his grip. – “Keep your strength Y/n.” – he said walking slowly with you through the corridors. Caliban and you rounded a corner as you sunk through your knees. Caliban going down with you as he tumbled over some equipment.

Grunting loud, he turned over feeling a sting of pain in his chest. You gasped loud, seeing a cut on his chest. Brown liquid dripping down the wide cut. – “You are hurt!” – you called out moving to him. Caliban look down his chest, seeing the clear cut. It made him groan even louder. – “It is nothing.” – he answered, widening his eyes as you started ripping the bottom of your shirt. – “Hold still.” – you told him, pressing the piece of cloth against his cut. You moved his arm up, to go around his chest to tie it.

Caliban watched in wonder as you helped in. It pained him to see that despite everything you were still helping him. – “I hope it doesn’t sting too much.” – you said with a smile. Caliban held his hand against your cheek. – “You are a remarkable creature Y/n.” – he breathed out with admiration. – “Showing me kindness when I have shown you none.” – he went on. – “You have shown kindness to me by bringing me home.” – you responded, helping him back up. For Caliban was talking you home.

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theenemyod · 9 months ago

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Out of context Constantine in my unpublished stuff

(Shouting at Eliza) "You did what?!" (Looks at like three year old Alex) "Oh okay."

"Bye, see you when I figure out resurrection."

"Joseph your small hellspawn just bit me!" (Baby Drew laughing in the background)

"Apparently I'm not allowed to babysit Alex anymore. I don't know why. All I did was teach him how to swear."

"NO WE DON'T NEED MORE ZOMBIES"

"Anyone gonna explain why there's a twelve year old trying to fight me" ("I'm thirteen you bitch") "Oh sorry my mistake. Anyone gonna explain why a thirteen year old is trying to fight me?"

"Declan just accidentally called me Jericho I hope he rots in hell forever."

"Wait Alistair married Sarah!? And has a fucking kid!? I thought he was gay!"

"Shit -- uhh -- Joseph I made a zombie again!"

#magisterium #constantine madden #master joseph #drew wallace #Alistair Hunt

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jtl-fics · 1 year ago

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Math nerd pls!!! I want someone to just absolutely deck cass

WIP Wednesday - 10/18/23 (Closed) | Math Nerd AU

"So I'm sure those kids are telling the truth and I'm not sure Richard is rotting in hell with Drake. He was pretty uninvolved with the foster kids wasn't he?" Andrew says voice even as he looks at Cass' face. He remembered the brief hope before Drake's gaze crashed it to the ground.

He still thinks about the knock on his window. About Alex. Is it strange that he looks at Cass' face and it makes him think of some of the best times in his life. No one had ever had him like how Alex had had him.

"But you washed those kid's sheets didn't you Cass?" he asks and he watches her go red with anger. He sees her hand coming up and hears Luther yell but nothing happens as Neil catches Cass' hand before she can even start to swing.

"I think it's time you listen to the owner of this house and leave." Neil says.

#Math Nerd AU #Andreil #Cass Spears #Luther Hemmick #Drake Spears #Drake Spears Mention #Math Nerd - Thanksgiving - 37 #10-18-23 WIP Wednesday #WIP Wednesday Ask Game #11 #Not quite a physical punch

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squarebracketsmileyface · 19 days ago

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Hey Mon, weird question (at least coming from me)

What would happen in the Lark lives PGP timeline if everyone (but more importantly Lark) found out Alex lived and like, he showed up one day.

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Ohohoh oh this was so fun to think about.

Usually when I think PGPau and everyone lives, I think of Tim having called the police or something and being there when Alex gets arrested, testifying against him in court and all that, explaining that Alex wasn't fully in control of his actions etc, making sure Alex got the help he needed, not just thrown in prison to rot without any help for the operators influence over him. But this idea is interesting.

...I hope you're ready to read a whole novel purple heart person :)

Like Tim and Lark carrying on with their life as much as they can, getting over MH and what they did to survive etc, especially Tim with having killed Alex and feeling guilty for Brian's death even if he wasn't technically to blame entirely.

I think their first instinct if suddenly Alex turned up alive and free, not in prison or a mental hospital somewhere, would be absolute fear, complete terror thinking that everything's about to start up again, when they thought they'd left it behind, when they have a kid to protect. I think they wouldn't even realise at first that Alex doesn't have the Operator following him around anymore. I like the idea that they're at the park with Birdie when it happens and she's just been given a little digital camera for her birthday that she's obsessed with using to take photos of every bug she sees. Tim and Lark are watching her from a distance, just slowly following when she gets too far away but otherwise leaving her to her own devices, and they're just chatting amongst themselves about whatever the hell, and then by the gate of the park, they see Alex. He's not even coming into the park, he's walking past, but then he sees them too, and he stops dead in his tracks and just stares.

That's when the panic kicks in. Tim and Lark hurry over to Birdie, absolutely terrified for her safety, and she like, doesn't really get what's going on so she's just looking around through her camera while they're trying to say, like "hey, we need to go home right now, I know we said you could have a whole hour here, but we really need to go home." They're trying not to scare her, they don't want to make her panic before they know what's going on, but there's a good amount of panic in their voices so she forces herself to be okay with the change in routine (well, 'okay' she's very close to tears because yeah! They said she could have an hour at the park taking photos of bugs and it's only been like half an hour!) and they bundle her out of the other gate of the park, as far away from Alex as they can be, even though it means a longer walk home.

Once they're home, Tim and Lark are still a bit paranoid, maybe very paranoid, they check all the windows and doors, check that Alex hasn't broken into their house and done anything. They notice the camera in Birdie's hands, and remember how to was looking around the park through it when they'd rushed over to her to tell her they had to go home and think, like, "okay, maybe she got him on camera, maybe we should check the footage, just in case" because they knew she was taking a video at that point.

So one of them takes Birdie to play in her room while the other keeps her camera to go through, and they do find the video she'd been taking on it. They watch it over and over, upload it to their computer so they can go through it frame by frame looking for the Operator, or any glitches in the visuals or audio. But they find nothing. There's not a pixel out of place.

They don't talk about what happened for the rest of the day, wait until Birdie's in bed and they can be fairly sure she's not gonna walk in and interrupt them before they talk about it. They talk about how Birdie's camera footage was clean, even though it did have Alex in it, along with most of the rest of the park. So maybe (hopefully, so fucking hopefully) the Operator wasn't with Alex, maybe that wasn't even actually Alex. Maybe it was just someone who looked like him and they panicked for no reason. They were a little way from him, couldn't see him that clearly, so it was entirely possible they mistook someone else for Alex.

They kinda convince themselves of that, take Birdie back to the park the next day to give her her full hours worth of running around taking photos of bugs. Birdie has a great time. She has so many photos and videos of bugs on her camera.

Anyway, a week or two later, they run into Alex again, and there's no question that it's him this time.

They don't have Birdie with them this time, she's at school, which is a relief. I kinda wanna say they just... run into Alex at the supermarket or something lol, it's a completely mundane thing, Alex only moved to this town a few weeks ago and is still getting the essentials and moving into his place sorted. The first time Tim and Lark saw him, at the park, was like his second day in his new house and he'd been on the way to get something from the shops when he saw someone who looked suspiciously like Tim at the park, with a woman he didn't recognise, and it just stopped him dead in his tracks, because what the fuck? What are the chances? How the fuck did he chose the same fucking town Tim had to settle down??

Alex himself is almost as scared running into Tim as Tim and Lark are running into him. Alex still has the scar on his throat from when Tim almost killed him, and he's terrified Tim's about to pull a knife out of his pocket and try to finish the job in the middle of the shop, even though they've both been away from the Operator's influence for like 8 years by this point.

He kinda awkwardly waves at Tim, because what do you say in that situation? Especially since Tim's clearly got a girlfriend or a wife (who looks weirdly like Jay... Tim clearly has a type, and that type is brown hair and pathetic wet cat eyes) now who probably doesn't know that Alex tried to kill Tim multiple times. So he just waves and tries to back track back down the aisle as fast as he possibly can, already thinking about whether he can move house again, because what the fuck? Is he just going to have to worry about running into Tim whenever he leaves his house?

...is Tim going to have to worry about running into him whenever he leaves the house?

He's called back by someone saying his name, though. Not Tim, but the woman he's with. She says Alex's name, not like it's a question, not like she isn't entirely sure who he is and is asking Tim because of his reaction to seeing Alex. She says his name like she knows him. She sounds terrified and relieved and angry and in complete and utter disbelief, so Alex turns to look at them again, at her, and he's struck by just how much she looks like Jay. He remembers something Tim said while they were fighting at the end of MH, about how Alex had killed Tim's girlfriend before she even got to live as herself, how Jay would never get to be who he actually was because Alex killed him before he ever got comfortable enough to admit it to himself.

Because at that point, Tim still thought Jay was dead (cos in S,IL all the main character deaths all come kinda at the same time, Alex shoots Jay and pretty much immediately regrets it and goes to Tim to bed him to kill him, not to make him live with the guilt of shooting Jay, to kill Alex then himself because Alex just couldn't finish the job anymore) so he was letting out everything on Alex, and he yelled and cried about how Jay died having never been comfortable in his skin etc. then once he was sure Alex was dead, he went to find Jay's body to say goodbye, to be able to have something to bury etc etc. thankfully, he found Jay alive, just barely, clutching his stomach as he slowly bled out, and he called an ambulance to get him to a hospital and all that. He wasn't even thinking about Alex right now, only thought to tell people that "oh fuck yeah the guy who shot Jay is still in Benedict hall because Tim was forced to kill him in self defence."

The people who go looking for Alex don't find him, though, and Tim just assumes the Operator took his body. He's too distracted with Jay to bother thinking about it. it doesn't matter, Jay's alive and Tim has to look after him while he heals.

Alex didn't know Jay lived, though, as far as he was aware, he shot him and killed him, so the woman beside Tim can't be Jay. Jay's dead. Tim clearly just has some awful coping strategies.

Tim's... Those are wedding rings on their fingers... Tim's wife just stares at him, though, and he doesn't know what to do, so he just turns to Tim and tells him "It's gone. I- I haven't seen it in years, it's moved on to someone else I'm not... I'm not gonna do anything, I promise, I'm not, you have to believe me." Vague enough not to just blurt out "hey I'm an ex murderer!" In the middle of a busy shop, but still enough to tell Tim that things are better, Alex means him and his family no harm, he's not going to hurt them, he didn't even know they were here, it's just an awful stroke of luck that they both decided to settle down in the same place.

Tim doesn't say anything to that, just gives him a curt, awkward nod. But his wife takes a shaky step forward and just hugs Alex. She hugs him so tight and she cries on his shoulder while he doesn't have a goddamn clue what the fuck is happening. Tim gets kinda pissed, honestly, when Alex doesn't hug her back, makes a snide remark about how "she's a fucking woman now, are you really gonna cling onto the same internalised homophobia you had in uni? Really? Fucking cunt."

And Alex stares at him like "wtf?" Not really understanding what he's on about at first, and then it clicks and he's like "that's Jay?" Completely baffled and caught off guard, and he hugs her back as tight as he possibly can because holy shit she's alive! She survived, he didn't kill her! She's okay and she's alive and she's married Tim and they have a kid together and holy fuck. They're both crying at that point, Alex is just apologising over and over again, to both Tim and Lark.

Eventually they let go of each other, and the three of them abandon their shopping to leave the supermarket together and find somewhere out of the way to sit. They need to all talk, they need to figure out whether they want to try and avoid each other like the plague after this, or if they want to try and make things better, rebuild relationships, be friends again.

Alex asks if Jay uses a new name now and gets told she's Lark now, and then they all talk. They don't go over everything, just some of the very basics, a lot of making absolutely sure the Operator is gone, and eventually they leave each other with the agreement that they're not going to try and avoid each other, they'd like to maybe try friendship again, but that it's gonna take a long time and they're definitely not gonna rush it.

Lark kinda freaks out once she and Tim get home. She doesn't even know how to feel. In the shop she was glad Alex was alive, but now that she's home she's terrified. What if he was lying about the Operator being gone? What if he tries to kill them again? What if he tries to kill Birdie? How can they know he won't? How can they know he was telling the truth? And how can they manage to be even acquaintances when Alex tried to kill both her and Tim so many times in the past?

Tim listens, freaks out with her a bit, they're both feeling so overwhelmed by everything, but they do think they made the right decision to at least try to keep in touch with Alex a bit. Until now, they've only been able to talk to each other about the events of MH, they were so alone in carrying the burden of that knowledge, and now they have someone they can share it with.

Lark's the one who most feels like they made the wrong decision not telling Alex to fuck right off and that they never want to see him again. Tim understands a little more of how out of control Alex was of the situation. Sure, he could technically have decided not to kill people, he wasn't being mind controlled, but he didn't have all the information that would be required to make the decision not to kill. He genuinely believed he was saving people from the living hell his own life had become under the Operator's influence. So Tim feels a bit more secure in his choice that he wants to keep in touch with Alex. Still scared, still freaking out a bit, definitely, he still has nightmares about what happened, about Jay dying and Brian dying and Alex trying to kill him. He's not over it, just like Lark isn't over it, but he understands it, he understands Alex.

So they figure it out, together they deal with the renewed panic attacks and flashbacks, they deal with the left over feelings they have about Alex, the anger, the fear, the relief that Tim wasn't also a murderer (even if it was self defence) and even, for Lark, the left over feelings about him as an ex. She loved him, she genuinely did, even back in uni but they were both way too fucked in the head to be healthy about their relationship back then, and even during MH with that one night stand. The one night stand that Alex tried to kill her during.

She panics about things being too tight around her neck now, and she doesn't even know why, she liked being choked, she'd wanted Alex to do it, both in uni and during MH, she even made both him and Tim do it. Yeah, that's not something she's proud of. She's fixed her head about it now, though, so why does she panic about things being too tight around her neck? (and I mean this as, like, something she dealt with all the time after MH, not just it's coming up now Alex is back in her life)

Anyway! She has a lot more panic attacks caused by things being on her neck now that Alex is back, but they're not brand new only brought by Alex being back.

Both her and Tim struggle, basically. A lot. So does Alex, but they don't tell him about their struggles, and he doesn't tell them about his, y'know?

They also don't let him anywhere near Birdie for a LONG time, like years and years and years, probably until she's like 13-14. Brian comes back into their life too, when Birdie's like ten, and gets reacquainted with Alex etc. etc. etc. before the three of them (polycule, fuck yeah Brimk \o/ ) decide that, yeah, they know Alex is okay for Birdie to meet. They don't introduce him in any particular way, just like he's a friend they've known for ages (which, I mean yeah, he is, at this point even with just them making friends with him again after MH it's still been like 5-6 years since Tim and Lark met him again, and Brian's known him again for a good 3-4 years) have him over for dinner or go into town with him, something like that.

At some point they'd tell Birdie what happened with MH, that this is Alex and all that, but they'd do that once Birdie and Alex knew each other a bit better, once Birdie knows what Alex is like now and that that's all in the past, y'know?

#wrote another fic again by accident :D well done me!#Nearly 2.8k words jesus lmao. I love that I do this. Someone gives me a lil thing to think about and I'm just like I LOVE YOU HAVE A NOVEL #marble hornets #jay merrick #tim wright #alex kralie #mh jam #marble hornets fanfic #mh sorry its locked #fic/series rated e on ao3 #in case anyone would prefer not to read that #pretty girl propaganda au #marble hornets oc

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she-karev · 7 months ago

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A Day in Hell (Andrew DeLuca x Amber Karev Angst Imagine)

Previous Part

Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: Five of Six

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Pairing: Andrew DeLuca x Amber Karev (Alex Karev’s Sister)

Canon Episode: Season 17 Episode 2

AN: I wanted to do a story to showcase the hardships health care workers faced when covid hit. The doctors and nurses put our health first during a worldwide crisis and we should be forever grateful for that even without a pandemic to prove what should always be known.

Summary: Amber goes to gather Ian’s belongings in the basement where she runs into Andrew who tries to apologize for the breakup wanting to get back together with her.

Words: 1671

Chapter Links Here: 1,2,3,4,5,6

April 2nd, 2020

After her shift ended at midnight, Amber decided to do the impossible and find Ian Talbert’s belongings. Before his death he entrusted her with his deceased daughter’s military necklace stating he had no one to give it to.

While she was resistant at first, she knew it would make Ian feel better before his timely death. After helping out at the check in stand in the lobby she decided to go to the room where they held all the covid patient’s belongings after their death.

The rules are they can’t be released to the family until after the crisis, but Amber didn’t want Olivia Talbert’s last possession to rot inside a bag on a shelf. If she did, she was fairly certain Ian would haunt her from beyond the grave.

With that image in her head, she is determined to find the bag, clean the necklace and wear it around her neck. A part of her hopes that some of Olivia’s fighting spirit can come to her and help her get past this terrible time they are all in.

Amber walks down the hall in the basement numbly and stands outside the room where they store old hospital equipment. And now abandoned items from the deceased. She stands outside for a moment in her scrubs, N95 mask and face shield dreading what is on the other side of the door. The young Karev takes a deep breath before gathering the courage to turn the knob, open the door and flick the light switch on.

Instead of defunct bypass machines or broken IV poles the room is filled wall to wall with shelves. And those shelves are holding plastic bags that are filled with clothes and other items left behind by their large number of deceased patients.

Amber looks at the shelves and, in that moment, wonders when her life came to this. Years of medical training and studying led to her finding a bag of her dead patients’ items in a sea of other dead patients’ items. She steps forward and silently looks around but knows she needs to read the tags on the bags to see which one was Ian’s. The time-consuming task ahead of her causes her to look up at the ceiling and close her eyes.

Normally a person would cry when face to face with death and despair, but Amber used up all her tears after Ian died. She spent 10 minutes sitting by his bedside and crying next to his dead body regretful of what little she could do for the man who unfairly contracted covid after a life of pain and grief. Instead, she closes her eyes and tries to imagine a world they used to have, one that wasn’t as sorrowful as it is now.

“Hey.” Amber’s thought train stops at the familiar voice. She turns around to find her ex-boyfriend, Andrew DeLuca standing six feet behind her in his navy-blue scrubs, N95 and face shield.

Another day Amber would tear at him for getting a job as her attending at the hospital she works at so soon after he broke up with her, kicked her out and ignored her calls when he left. But now she just wants to find the bag and go home without so much as acknowledging his existence.

She does so when she walks toward a shelf and reads the tags on the bags that aren’t organized in any way. Andrew looks at Amber in sympathy and tries to find the right words to say in this situation.

“I uh I didn’t know you’d be here.” Andrew says truthfully to Amber who ignores him, “I came down here to get Kayden’s stuff. He was the kid that came in with the burns from the car explosion. He died and…it didn’t feel right to have his parents wait to get their sons last possession. So, I came down here to try to find them. What about you?”

Amber stops moving and exhales at the agony but speaks, “Patient of mine, Ian Talbert, he died two hours ago.”

Andrew closes his eyes, “I treated him his first day…I liked him. He told me the odds of my rent skyrocketing with the economy right now. I gave him the whiteboards so he can have something to do. How are you?”

Amber stops moving and faces her ex with a blank look, “I don’t know how to answer that.”

DeLuca nods knowing the feeling as well. Amber exhales in relief at finding the bag, “I found Ian’s stuff you can have the room to yourself. Shut the lights on your way out.”

“Amber…” She stops and faces him fully six feet away with the bag in her hand, “I left you a voicemail last week.”

“Yeah, I know.” Amber responds numbly, “I listened to it…you said you wanted to talk so talk.”

Andrew sighs and starts, “I’m sorry. I know it doesn’t mean much and I know you’re angry and you have every single right to be, but I want to fix this. I want you home with me and I want you in my life I need you in my life.”

“Do you remember what I told you the day you came back for Webber?” Andrew looks down in shame as she continues, “I told you that if you got help and begged for my forgiveness you weren’t gonna get it because you ruined us, you ruined me. And now you think you can just show up and I’ll move back like everything’s okay? Like you didn’t drive a stake through my heart?!”

“I know I can’t make it right and I know I said a lot of awful things, but they weren’t true. It was the mania and I know I made it worse when I ignored you but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you, I still love you.”

Amber’s face is filled with rage for the man she once loved, “You destroyed me. You don’t destroy people that you love I learned that from watching my father beat the crap out of my mother. My father who you said I would end up like when I was trying to help you. My mother who you compared me to when you had frostbite and kicked me out of our home!”

Andrew stops at the harsh recounts by Amber of what the mania made him do and how much it hurt her, “You must really think I’m like my mother because going back to a man who made her life hell is exactly what she did with my father even after he put her in the ICU.”

Andrew sighs and tries again, “I know I messed up; I know I scared you and I know I said a lot of things I am never gonna be able to take back and I am sorry. I’m sorry, I love you, I am in love with you and that has never changed. I am doing the work and I promise you if you give me a chance, I will do everything I can to make us right.”

“Make us right?” Amber asks in disbelief, “How do you right pushing me away when I was trying to help you? Or saying I am exactly like my parents who abused and neglected me? Or how about throwing the moment my brother tried to kill me to my face because you knew it would hurt me and it did!”

Andrew shakes his head chastising himself for screwing his relationship up so badly, “I’m sorry I’m so sorry I am an idiot. I am such an idiot, I am a jerk, I should’ve listened to you months ago I know that I know I messed up. I thought I was above this, and I didn’t want to admit there was something wrong, but I did, and I am working on it. I’m trying to make up for what I did and who I hurt and all that matters to me right now is you and me-”

“You and me?” Amber asks disdainfully, “There is no you and me, you kicked me out, you left me.”

“And I came back.”

“You came back because you saw a new case to obsess over not because of me, it is never about me because you didn’t care about me enough to call me back after you had a mental breakdown and dropped the face of the earth!”

Andrew sighs in despair, “I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying that!” Amber tells him in anger, and he stops, “You can’t fix this with a sorry and I don’t want to fix this!”

Amber inhales and tries to keep herself from crying again, “You were the only person, the only one who didn’t call me crazy or made me feel worthless. You said I was crazy like my mom, and you made me feel worthless when you kicked me out of that apartment like garbage.”

Andrew looks down in shame knowing he can’t mend that with a hundred sorry’s. Amber makes that clear as she continues.

“And you did it so easily like that’s how you really felt about me for two years. There’s no going back there is no apology that can make me forget the past year of hell I wasted begging you to get help. You hurt me and you can’t undo that, and you can’t expect me to take you back because it’s what my mother did with my father, and I am not gonna repeat that!”

Andrew’s guilt worsens with his ex-girlfriend comparing them to her parent’s horrible marriage. He knows by then that when her parents are brought up there is no going back.

“I’m glad you’re getting help I am.” Amber says truthfully, “But there is no going back to the way things were, you made sure of that.”

Amber walks around Andrew and exits the room leaving him heartbroken over the end of their relationship in a room where grief is at it’s highest.

Next Chapter Here

#greys anatomy #grey's anatomy #greysedit #grey's anatomy edit #greysanatomyedit #amber karev #andrew deluca #andrew deluca imagine #elizabeth gillies #liz gillies #giacomo gianniotti #headcanon #mine #angst #covid #covid 19

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eliostory · 18 days ago

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gas excerpt #two

''Oh, and Anthony, I almost forgot! I had something to give you'', Alex said, with a mischievous smile and a wicked look.

''Really? What is it?", asked the black-haired young man, curious.

PPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBBBBTFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT

A high-pitched fart came out of Alex's ass, hitting his face. The terrifying smell of rotting broccoli filled the air in the classroom, but mostly Anthony's nostrils. Lasting about fifteen seconds, the fart was so powerful that some students at tables in front of them were startled by the sound at first (and the smell at the end). Alex's bubble butt made some specific moves, releasing all that stinky wind in a cloud of stench on Anthony's nose, now shrouded in a green smoke smelling like broccoli.

The sound reverberated throughout the room, shaking the walls with a fart so loud that students from other rooms could hear it, coming closer to see what had produced such a grotesque symphony.

''Thank you! Thank you! I'm glad you all enjoyed it, my friends. Especially you, Anthony. I know how much you hate broccoli, so I made sure to eat several just to create this smelly masterpiece for your nose. I hope you liked my stink'', Alex said laughing as he patted his friend Anthony on the back.

''Pee-ew, man. That one stank like hell. I notice you've been training... that rotten stench of broccoli almost made me throw up'', Anthony said laughing and fanning the air in front of him.

Want to read the rest? Read it here: Male Gas Story: Anthony and Gabriel (Part Two) by ElioStory on DeviantArt

#burp #fart #burping #farting #maleburp #malefart #gas #malegas #fart kink #eproctophilia

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whump3000 · 1 year ago

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Whumptober No. 4- Sybil

Sybil hated sleep. She'd avoid it at all costs, pumping loud music through her headphones, or knitting blankets until Angus yelled at her to stop because they were running out of places to store them. It was a grueling task, but she tried to make it work to her advantage, researching the various cities, in the hopes of one day disappearing all together, along with her friends. But every bit as much as she craved freedom, so her body craved sleep, and soon or later, she would eventually doze off, too tired to fight off the demons that roamed freely about her dreams.

...

"Just make it stop," She sobbed between rounds, "I'll do anything you want. Just don't do it again."

But the woman smiled, saying that pain was a critical part of making a masterpiece as she cranked the voltage all the way.

Fire burned through her arm, peeling away at her flesh, sinking its teeth into her bones. Sybil howled, thrashing against the table, tears streaming down her cheeks. "You're a monster," she choked, body twitching involuntarily as the voltage faded, "You're a monster and I hope you rot in hell."

"If I am a monster, why am I the one with no fish fangs or tail?" The museum curator clicked her tongue as if what she said settled the matter, and walking over and ripping back the wires. She smiled, admiring her handywork, ignoring the girl's whimpers as she prodded her sizzling wounds.

"Hmm. Not my best work, I think we need to do another round."

"Please," she sobbed "At the very least, just put me to sleep."

"You'll live," she replied in a singsong tone, "Who knows? Maybe someday this will all just feel like a dream."

...

Sybil jerked, opening her eyes. The operating room was gone, nothing more than a fragmented memory. Distantly, she could hear the sounds of Alex struggling with the garden gate. She sighed and forced herself to smile. It was kind of funny. They'd lived here for just short of a year now, and Alex still couldn't figure the damned thing out. But her smile quickly faded, as she became aware of a second sound-- a second voice-- lilted and strange. She grabbed Angus's bb gun and swung it towards the door as it opened.

"Halt! Who goes there?"

"Syl, it's me!" Alex threw up her hands, "I'm sorry this is such short notice, but. I broke out another one."

#whumptober 2023 #no. 4 #shock #oc #fic #medical whump #whump #mer whump #whumpee #yes this is late again #i vastly underestimated how hard it would be to balance law classes and daily writing but here we are #i just have one more class tomorrow and then maybe i can use my free time to get ahead on the weekends #also it took me so long to figure out how i wanted to end this #regardless i hope you enjoy #whump writing #whump blog #whump scenario

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blackoctober-blog · 1 year ago

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Guilty

Summary:The events of this story takes place right before Alex broke out if jail and went to take revenge on Suzanne.

Today was the day Alex Grove was charged for his actions. He's a full grown adult now and is fully charged for his crimes against his family and his home town. He was waiting outside courtroom not worrying about judges verdict. He knew that they will only put him in jail for while and let him go after. Then he saw Suzanne. She wasn't happy to see him. He smiled at her. His smile was evil yet calm:

Alex calm:Hello Suzanne. How's your cheek doing?

Suzanne:You bustard. I hope you rot in that jail.

Alex:Nice to see you too. See you in bit.

That's when Police pushed Alex inside courtroom. Everyone was looking at Alex with disgusted faces. People were whispering something, talking and gossiping. Mabye Alex was murder and Mabye he was guilty but those people were true animals and sinners. They did nothing to help him as child. They treated him like nothing, like trash. If he could tell everyone's sins and nightmares the whole room would be guilty. Then Judge spoke:

Judge:We came here today to Judge Alex Philip Grove who is charged for heavy murder of his mom and abuse of his ex girlfriend Suzanne Jones. Now let's hear what our Guilty has to say. Alex?

Alex:Of course. Your honor from my early childhood I had troubles with well getting along with people. Not only outside but inside. I had this feeling that I'm different.

Judge:Well your story is touching Mr Grove but that still doesn't explain why did you killed your mother.

Alex looked at Suzanne with devilish smirk and spoke:

Alex:Well I think I just needed to teach her a lesson.

Judge:What lesson?

Alex:Well we all sin. She was sinning her whole life. Don't you think it was proper to give her what she needed?

Judge was shocked to hear that. How can someone be murder and think he did something good?

Judge:Well that's all i needed from you Mr Grove. Now Mrs Jones please tell us your version.

Suzanne:On this Judge im telling you that Alex Grove is dangerous killer with no sympathy or good will. After he killed his mother he got send to military where he spend some time. After that he became somone very close to me but not for long. I was unhappy in our relationship. He was abusive and aggressive. On the October 17 1977 Alex came home drunk and hit me with broken bottle leaving huge scar on my cheek.

Judge:Well I think my verdict is clear. Alex Grove im sending you to Jail for your whole life! Case closed.

Alex looked at Suzanne. She was smiling. He felt his anger rushing to his blood. He got up from his seat:

Alex:You're all sinners! Pray for forgiveness! You're all going to hell! Especially you Suzanne Jones! Remember this as day you will die! Im going to get you no matter what!

His head was spinning like crazy. He felt dizzy. Voices screaming one word. Guilty.

Alex:No! Im not Guilty! Im good! I did good! I did what God asked for! Please stop!

Voices:Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!

Alex:Please stop! Im doing good.

Judge:Take him away!

Suzanne wasn't scared just shocked. Police took care of rest. They dragged him out of court to the jail. Before Alex left Suzanne had few minutes with him:

Alex:Don't think it's over doll. I'm going to get you and you're going to be sorry.

Suzanne:I like to see that.

Alex smirked:Well then let's see how you're going to like my revenge.

That's when Police closed the door and drove away.

Suzanne:Goodbye Alex. Hope to never see you again.

#black october project #black-october-blog #horrorblog78 #black october78 #black october blog #black-october78 #suzanne jones #james carter #alex grove #angel-lopes2000

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thatpunkmaximoff · 1 year ago

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[Book 3 of 4]

Story: 5 out of 5 Smut: 4 out of 5

I went into Twisted Hate expecting to not like it; 1.) because from the first two books I was not a fan of Jules and 2.) someone told me I was going to HATE Josh Chen.

After reading it, I LOVED IT!

I kind of figured Jules’ persona was a front, but learning of her past made me feel for her. And then Josh dealing with his past betrayals, it just hurt all the more when his trust was broken yet again. Jules and Josh’s love story is a chaotic one, but so far it’s been the most beautiful as they overcome their pasts together.

For most of the book, I didn’t understand why I was told I was going to hate Josh.. but when THAT scene came up I freakin’ bawled. I’ve never felt so bad for a character like I did with this book. But no worries, as the two previous books were, this one is a HEA.

Now enjoy my rambling..

* These two are so annoyed by each other, I can’t tell whether I’m going to like it or be annoyed by it 😂

* Lol Aw fuck. She would get mugged.

* Oh. Well they tried to mug her. Jules is a badass apparently.

* Oh no. What happened to Jules in Ohio?

* Pam is being a twat. Enter Christian Harper, who obviously has a thing for Stella, and I have a feeling the girls are getting this penthouse.

* That’s right, Pam. Do as you’re told and draw up them papers 😂

* The audacity of this dude to tell her to quit just because it’s his “safe space”. Get the fuck outta here.

* One bed trope. Always love it.

* They’re giving me whiplash. Just bang it out already!

* Oh come on, Jules. Don’t act like a sleepy Josh cuddling you was that disgusting 😏

* Aw fuck. What does Max want?

* “You want someone who can challenge you. Excite you. Keep you on your toes. And as for what you need.. you need someone to bend you over and fuck that attitude right out of you.” — Josh fuckin’ Chen, ladies and gents.

* Todd ruined the moment lmao. Fucking Todd.

* Jules is a fucking savage at putting Todd in his place 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻

* Jesus Christ. Josh fucks rough 😳

* Oh no. This arrangement is going to crash and burn lol

* Fucckkkkk. Max is in DC.

* I hate this Max dude so fucking much. Please let Alex or Josh kick his ass.

* Goddamnnnnn. Josh really likes choking during fucking 👀 👌🏼

* Josh doesn’t want anyone else seeing Jules all blitzed out post orgasm? Yeah, he definitely broke the rules.

* Josh defending Jules against Micah.. be still my heart 😂

* Ava being woken up by Josh and Jules’ sex noises has me laughing 😆

* Lmaooo. The girls getting arrested would ruin Alex and Josh’s make up moment.

* God, I really wish Jules will just ask Alex for a favor.

* Fuckkkk. She broke down. They really need to end this arrangement.

* Ding, ding, ding. So Josh realizes he has feelings. Finally!

* Holy shit. He actually told her she was his 😨 We’re only halfway through so I know the heartbreak is up next.

* Wow. Fuck Alistair and Adeline for doing that to Jules. But come on, girl, that was your moment to tell Josh the truth about what’s been going on!

* He fucking switch his plane tickets at the last second 😩 He gave up New Zealand to be with her in Ohio!

* Ohhh. He knows about the name change!

* A bookstore scavenger hunt as a first date? 🥹 Hell, I’m in love lol.

* Dammit. I wanted Alex and Ava to see them.

* THE AUDACITY OF MICHAEL CHEN!!! FUCK YOU! I hope you rot in prison.

* Damnnn. He tied her to the bed 😂

* Fucking Max ruining the afterglow. And I can’t believe what he wants her to steal. GET ALEX INVOLVED!

* Oh my god. Just tell Josh! This is gonna blow up in your face so bad 😩

* Goddammit, Jules. Your plan better be good.

* Ew. You went to Christian? Alex would have been better.

* Yesssss! Fuck Max. Now the hard part comes. Telling the truth.

* Wow, Josh. That was fucking cruel.

* Should have known Max wouldn’t go away so easily. Fuck this dude.

* Well fucking finally! Max got the beat down he deserved.

* “Take however much time you need. I’ll wait.” // “Why?” // “Because you’re it for me. Whether it’s today, tomorrow, a year, or decades from now, that’ll never change.” — 😭😭😭

* They made up 🥹

* Aww. They told Ava. Now who’s gonna tell Stella? Lol.

* Oh no. What’s going on with Stella now?! Where’s my last book!?

* Why do I get the feeling Dante Russo is very bad news and that this isn’t the last I’ll see of him?

* Aww. They moved in together! But Stella stayed in the apartment under Christian? I don’t trust this dude 👀

#twisted series #twisted hate #ana huang #jules ambrose #josh chen #booktok review #book review #bookworm

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WINTERSTAR LOVERS

CHAPTER 6- SEBASTIAN

He walked around the corner, far enough away that he figured Alex wouldnt find him and fell to the ground crying. Alex’s words echoed in his mind. “I was beginning to think you were a homo or something.” Those words played on loop his head. Is it that obvious? He knows he looks stupid, he knows it's embarrassing to sit there in the snow crying. He knows he has no explanation for this if somewhere were to stumble upon him. Pull yourself together. He willed himself to stop crying. After a few minutes he was able to compose himself enough to get up. He was still sniffling but he figured he could blame it on the cold.

He stood up, straightened his jacket and began his walk home. He kept rubbing his eyes, trying to hide the fact he was crying 5 minutes ago. I hope Robins is not working right now, I don't need her seeing me like this. He got to the door of his house, took a deep breath, twisted the doorknob and went inside. He closed the door, and as quiet as possible he dashed around the corner and down the stairs into his room. He threw open the door, took off his jacket and collapsed onto the bed. He put his face in his pillow as his sobbing continued. He hated himself for only being able to stop it for the short trip home.

He hated himself for not being stronger. Not being able to stand up to Alex. He hated himself for being gay. Should I have said something to Alex? Should I say something to Sam? Should I have even been born in the first place? That comment from Alex had sent Sebastian into a complete downward spiral. Seb felt like he could never face the world again. He felt like rotting away in his room. So he laid there, crying. Until he couldn't cry anymore.

He had no idea how much time had passed. From his position in bed he heard a chime come from his computer. He didn't want to move, all he wanted was to lay there forever. But then there was a second, and third message chime. “Ugh.” He groaned and got up to look at the messages. They were from Abby.

The first message was in a private chat with just the two of them: “Hey, are you doing okay?” The other two messages were in their group chat for D&D. From Abby: “hey we still on for tonight?” Sam responded: “Hell yeah! I’ve been waiting for this finale! You better not let us down Seb.”

He clicked on the chat with Abby and tried to think of how to respond. Should I ask her what happened last night? Should I ask her what Alex was talking about? Maybe I should have her come early so I can meet with her. But if people knew that would send the wrong message. “Ugh!”

He typed out his message, being careful of his word choice: “What exactly happened last night? I had a weird conversation with Alex today.” He read that message over a few times before hitting send. His eyes wandered to the group chat. He didn't feel like responding. Sam seems excited, if I don't respond he’ll probably just show up anyways. He stared at his keyboard, trying to think of what to say. He couldn't form the words, couldn't think of a way out of this.

His eyes wandered to his mess of a bedroom. If they're gonna show up I guess I could clean a little bit. He got up, made his bed and tried his best to hide any evidence that he wasn't currently in the best headspace. He took out the trash, picked up all the laundry from his floor, and shoved it under his bed. Trying to give the room a semblance of cleanliness. He then grabbed all the dishes from his room and brought them to the kitchen. When he came back he stood in the doorway and scanned his room for anything he should clean. He saw a pack of cigarettes sitting on his desk. His body ached for a cigarette then he thought of Sam. The thought of Sam almost cured him of his withdrawal. Sam doesn’t like me anyways. Quitting is stupid when it wont have any effect. He argued with himself. Eventually he picked up the pack and threw it in a drawer where neither he, nor Sam would see it.

He stood and went back to looking at the room and once it passed a visual inspection he took a deep breath. This deep breath however, was a bad idea. As he breathed in he was hit with the smell of his room. His room reeked of depression. The room smelled stale, like the air there hadn’t moved in ages. Now this scent, this air, was suffocating to Seb. How do I fix the smell? A candle? Where do I even get a candle from? He knew his mom had candles somewhere in the house, but he figured the scent would just remind him of her. Which is not what he wanted.

He didn't know where to get a candle but he knew one thing; he couldn't stay here after noticing it, and he couldn’t let his friends notice it either. He grabbed his coat and wallet then headed out the door. He walked into town with his hands in his pockets, not wanting to see anyone. I could go to Pierre's place, but then I’d run into Abby. But maybe that's a good thing? But there may be other people there. At the end of the day he didn't have much of a choice as Pierres was the only store in town. He walked in and made a quick pass of all the shelves but he didn't see any candles. He went to look again when Pierre called out.

“Can I help you find something Sebastian?”

“Umm…” His voice got caught in his throat, maybe going out wasn't the best idea. “I’m… um… looking for scented candles.” He looked down at his feet, avoiding eye contact with Abbigails father.

“I dont sell scented candles, all the candles I have are unscented. But I know my wife has some. I think she bought them from Emily, I'd go check with her.” Pierre was awfully kind to Sebastian. Even though Sebastian knew Pierre Thought he was a bad influence on his daughter.

“I… Thank you.” He nodded to Pierre and turned to the door.

“So, I hear there's a chance you become my new son in law.” He said, his voice was incredulous. “You better treat my daughter well.”

“I will sir.” He didn't look back and left the door. It seemed like every time he left his house there was someone waiting to bombard him with questions. The worst part of it all was he still had no idea why people thought all of this. He walked toward Emily's house, looking at nothing but the path in front of him. In his mind if he didn't see them then they didn't see him.

He entered Emily's house and walked to her room. “Hey,” he said in a nervous voice as he knocked on the door.

”Come in!” She called from the other side, he opened the door and looked at her meekly. When she saw him she did a double take then swiftly put whatever was in her hand in the drawer. “You are not the visitor I was expecting.” She gave him a warm smile.

“Y-yeah.” he hesitated, avoiding eye contact with Emily, looking around the room instead. “Pierre told me you had scented candles I could buy.”

“Well he sent you to the right place, what kinda scent are you looking for? OOH! Even better, what kind of energy are you trying to bring with this candle?” She looked at him, her large eyes full of curiosity.

“Umm… I… uhh…” he looked at her trying to tell her he didn't know. “I just wanted my room to smell good .”

“Okay, is there an issue with the smell? What kind of smell do you want?” She walked over to a shelf and started listing off the scents. “I have pine, sea spray, lavender, cinnamon, vanilla, rosemary, peppermint, sage…” She listed a few more but Sebastian was already lost. She turned and looked at him. She saw his confusion and gave some suggestions. “I think if you want a natural smell, pine or sea spray, but if you want an herbal scent I’d say, sage, lavender, or vanilla.” He still didn't get it so she continued. “Sage is good for cleansing, lavender will help you sleep and help calm you, and vanilla is for attraction.”

Sebastian's face flushed as he heard the comment about vanilla. Emily must be very observant because she grabbed the vanilla candle and brought it to him.

“Smell this one.” She held it out at face level for him to sniff and he took in the sweet aroma.

“This one smells good. But… Love’s not really what I wanted it for.”

She looks at him unconvinced, but she's not one to argue.

“I'm having a group thing with Sam and Abigail so, it's a group thing. Not really the setting for love.” He gave a nervous chuckle hoping she’d drop it.

“Then try this one.” She brought him one with an earthy smell he couldn't place.

“Its sage, good for cleansing negative energy.” She handed it to him practically forcing him to take it from her.

“I guess ill take this one. H- how much do I owe you.” He set down the candle and fumbled with his wallet.

“20 dollars.”

He pulled out 20 dollars, handed it to Emily then put his wallet away. “T-thanks.” He picked up his candle.

“Wait.” Emily stopped him and brought him the vanilla candle. “Take this one too, it's on the house, I'm sure you'll need it.” She winked at him causing him to blush. He took the candle in his free hand before leaving. He felt better after talking to someone who wasn't digging for relationship gossip. But that comfort was short lived. As he left Emily's house he saw in the distance, Sam and Penny chatting on the bridge. Sebastian's heart dropped.

#sam stardew valley #sebastian stardew valley #stardew valley #stardew valley fic #winterstar lovers

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