Author's note: Two drabbles in two days is a new record for me, but I simply felt too inspired by Seb's interview to let this idea go to waste. I also usually prefer to write for characters than actors, but he's done so much for me and my perspective on working out and body image that I wanted to this with him. Feedback is appreciated & all mistakes are mine.
Warnings: mentions of eating disorder (+ consequences) and working out. If i missed anything, please don't hesitate to let me know!
I am reflecting my own experiences here that not everyone will be able to relate to, but if you feel like you're struggling, please get help (if available). I know mental health care if a privilege, so if you have the option - do it. Sending a lot of love to everyone <3
"I usually find that- if you are doing any training with the goal of looking good, you're never gonna be satisfied-"
You clicked the pause button and took a deep breath. Seb's struggles weren't a secret - he's been through so much already, but he's come even further and you couldn't be more proud of him. And he's been such a huge help to you, too.
"Seb?", you softly called out as you padded down the stairs. He was quietly singing along to whatever song was on the radio. Your arms wrapped around his middle by instinct and you rested your cheek on his right shoulder blade.
"Hi, my love." Oh boy, he was so soft. You practically melted when you heard the smile waver through his statement. That one smile which was only reserved for you. "What's going on in that pretty head of yours?"
"I want to start working out again", you mumbled, unsure what kind of reaction you would get from your fiance.
He turned around to you with a smile, cupping your cheeks. "Is that so?" He raised his eyebrow in a teasing way and you giggled, nodding your head.
"What do we remember though?" It was a simple question, but it held endless meaning.
"We don't work out because we want to look good - we work out because it's good for our bodies and minds. And balance is key. We don't want to overdo it."
Sebastian nodded and kissed your forehead. "Very good. So what do you feel like doing?"
Honestly, you didn't think about that part. You had always just gone from one extreme to another - working out and starvig yourself so much that it showed physical symptoms to not working out at all after your doctor adviced you to tone it down for a while.
"I think I might have an idea."
This is how you ended up in front of your TV, Sebastian on your left, skipping through some videos. "A dance-workout?"
He nodded. "I have heard some people talking about these in the gym. It's a fun way to move your body, especially to get things started again. Give it a chance." He winked and you could feel blood rush into your cheeks, without having moved your body. But you trusted him - of course you did.
"I- Oh my god-" You were out of breath after three songs and still had five minutes to complete. "Seb-"
He was - to your surprise - sweating, too, but he mirrored your smile. "Having fun?" You laughed and nodded, clutching at your sides. "How are you feeling?"
"Totally out of shape", you admitted, relieved that your face was already red from the former actions.
"Do we want to stop for today?" Honestly, you weren't sure. You wanted to push through, but was it because you wanted to be good to yourself or because it was yet another possibility to prove something?"
The pause was all the confirmation Sebastian needed. "This was a good start, I am so proud of you." He pulled you into his side and kissed your temple. "How does a shower sound?"
You sighed, exhausted. "Absolutely perfect."
Seb pulled you down on the couch with a new set of clothes, a fresh smell surrounding you. You put your head on his chest.
"Thank you for your support", you mumbled, not wanting to destroy the atmosphere. "I know this is a sensitive topic and I just need you to know how much I appreciate you and your help."
The actor hummed. "It's hard, but we just have to put in the work, you know? In all aspects of life - physically, emotionally, mentally. How we do that might depend from one person from another. But a healthy standard is the goal, for all of us. And I am very touched that you trust me enough to let me be a part of this journey with you." He kissed the top of your head as he rubbed your back.
You sighed happily, closing your eyes. "I love you, Seb."
His arms tightened around you. "I love you more."
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[Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker]
Comte: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.
MC: ...I did. I broke it.
Comte: No. No you didn't. Arthur?
Arthur: Don't look at me. Look at Newt.
Isaac: What?! I didn't break it.
Arthur, grinning: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?
Isaac: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.
Isaac: No, it's not!
Leonardo: If it matters, probably not, but our composer was the last one to use it.
Mozart: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!
Leonardo: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
Mozart: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that!
MC: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Comte.
Comte: No! Who broke it!?
Sebastian: Monsieur... Master Theodorus has been awfully quiet.
[Everyone starts arguing]
Comte, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it.
Comte: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.
Comte: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.
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