#I hope someone out there is gathering data because I dropped my own damn ball lmfao | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

luhlust · 4 years

Note

Hi! I'm really happy because your writing is great! Thank you very much for headcanons about Akashi. May I ask friendship headcanons about Vorpal Swords team and reader in the training camp before match with Jabberwock? She cares about them because Riko and Momoi can't do it. Good luck!

Vorpal Swords' Friend HC

Anime: Kuroko no Basuke

Pairing: Vorpal Swords X Friend Reader

Overview: You are friends with the Vorpal Swords and are invited to their training camp before their match with Jabberwock.

Note: I am not sure if you like wanted to do it separately for each members so I just made it to be like you're friends with everyone hope that is okay. Thankyou for your feedback though, I am glad my writing appealed to you uwu. -Gin

•-–-•

Vorpal Swords Headcannons:

"You want me to come?" You asked, dumbfounded to your group of friends who just invited you to join them in their training. against the Jabberwocks. You have heard of the incident, the public humiliation they caused to your fellow seniors and Riko's dad betting his life on a line for a rematch hence the reason for this line-up. Who else is capable enough to bring them down other than The Generation of Miracles and Kagami?

You have been friends with the Generation of Miracles since middle school. You met them when you used to be the Vice President in the student council and of course, Akashi Seijuro was the President. You practically became Akashi Seijuro's Personal Assistant since the two of you were always together. You guys enjoyed each othet's company as most of your interests align with each other though you are older by 3 years since you got held back for being in an accident for 2 years.

Akashi introduced you to his friends and soon they all became friends with you. Being in the hospital for 2 years made you self-learn about First Aid so, you became the team's personal nurse. From light scratches to sprain, you treated them head on! You always read about medical books and Akashi even let you attend special training.

After middle school, you went to South Korea to pursue a more advanced education to catch up with your age range. You graduated early and got your license at the age of 19 (thanks to Akashi).

Now your back in Japan to pay a visit to your friends. Still with all that being said, you felt honored that your friends that you haven't gotten in touch with them except for a few messages and through the news. You were a little shy but they assured you. "(y/n)-cchi! We are serious! It's the first time we are all going to play again and you have to be there too!" Kise whined while eneveloping you into a tight hug.

You couldn't say no, they are your precious friends after all. You arrived at the camp late, you have gotten a little lost seeing how Japan changed in a few subtle ways. "Oh, (y/n)-chan!!" Momoi ran and jumped on you as soon as she saw you. "Satsuki! Ah, I missed you!"

"Everyone, this is (y/n). She will be aiding us medically." Akashi introduced you to the others. You then noticed Kagami, looking at you intently. "Kagami Taiga." He flinched upon hearing you call out his name. "Y-Yes!?" He answered, a tint of pink dusted on his cheeks. "Be careful on straining your legs whenever you jumped. You may not want to injure your Archilles Tendon."

You then explained what is an Archilles Tendon upon seeing how confused they were. Riko blew her whistle to continue their practice. "How did you know in one look?" Riko asked, looking through the clipboard that you brought out. "I'm a Rheumatologist, it is my specialty. Now, I have gathered these datas about their Physical condition since you guys tend to focus on their abilities. Right, Satsuki?" Satsuki nodded. "This brings back a lot of memories." She giggled, your files were always on point and thorough.

Riko and Momoi focused on training the boys, ability-wise, you on the other hand focused in maintaining a healthy condition for their body. But boi, they are such a handful.

"Shintaro, let me teach you another way to tape your fingers." Midorima dropped the ball and went towards you in an instant. "You have improved, nanodayo." He complimented and you snickered. "Oh, did Shintaro just compliment a girl~" His face blushed which made you tease him more. It ended up with him flicking your forehead, making up an excuse to distance himself from you. "I-I ne-need to practice more, nanodayo."

Kise was the biggest baby among them. He always cried to you and cling to you even to the tiniest scratch! "Ryou, you just scraped your knee. You're not handicapped." You sighed at his overly dramatic reaction whenever he hissed at the cotton you dabbed on his knee. "But (y/n)-cchi! I really missed you taking care of me! Plus these cat band-aids are so cute! Where did you get them?"

"I rather not tell.."

Aomine on the other hand is the most stubborn! Always acting like he doesn't need help when he clearly you can see his wrist is hurting him. "Sit. Stupid. When did you hurt your wrist?" You examined his wrists, checking for any injuries in the joints or stress in the muscles. "A few weeks back. It's not a big deal, it ain't hurting as muc-Fuck! That hurt!" You rolled your eyes at him. "Yes, yes, Mr. The Only One Who Can Beat Me is Me. Until the game, do not remove this wrist band. Okay?"

He sighed. "Such a pain in the ass."

"I beg your pardon but I think it's more of a pain in the wrist."

"Fuck you."

"I rather not." Aomine grinned, you were the only one who is not afraid to bicker with him like this. "Damn, where did the cute and shy (y/n) go? You were the only one who rivaled against my Horikita Mai collection you know." Aomine ended up having to put ice on his cheek the whole day.

"Atsushi, you should eat less of those. How about you try one of these?" You scolded Murasakibara from snacking on junk foods for the nth time. "But (y/n)-chin, they look disgusting." This boy has always been addictive and it is time you do something about it. So, you decided to recreate his snacks in a healthier version and you are the one who made meals for the whole team. Ensuring that they eat balanced meals. Whenever Murasakibra wanted something sweet, you'd pull out a candy made out of fruits or a iced pineapple popscicle. He still ate junk foods but you invented created snacks and meals that made him eat even the yucky vegetables.

Akashi is not that difficult to deal with, his body is always in good condition but it is very tensed. You always gave Akashi a massage with essential oils to keep his muscles relaxed after a long training. Giving him tips on what to do when cramping happens and offering new stretches. "Ah that hits the spot, you're excellent with your fingers." You also offered therapeutic excercise for his mental health.

Kuroko is able to handle things himself. You just helped him in strengthening his endurance. You spend a lot of time with Kuroko as you really want to unravel the mystery behind his low presence. "(y/n)-san, is this necessary ?" Kuroko asked everytime you experimented on him.

It was difficult to get a long with Kagami since he was super shy around you. You tried to break the ice by talking about his physical condition.

You enjoyed your time with everyone especially during those rest period where you guys somtimes play around and talk. Everyone cherish you in their own ways, you are like a big sister to them. They are glad you are with them after a long time. You can't help but tear up when you guys were playing a truth or dare game, this feels like home.

"Kick their butts! I did not prepare you guys like this to lose you got that?" You yelled once the game started. You heart remained unsettled throughout the game especially when the other opponent tend to be more physical. You observed their body's strength, noting them down for Momoi and Riko. "He has great upper body strength, Aomine can go against him."

When Kise entered the zone and collapsed due to exhaustion, you immediately raced towards him. You then recited your name, level of training, and asked for permission before proceeding to First Aid. You gave him a drink to replenish his electrolytes and he thanked you. "You did well Ryou, leave the rest to them." You cheered him up, making him grabbed your hand. "Ah, you really are my happy pill~"

The next to be injured was Murasakibara. He sprained his arm do you had to place him in a make-shift sling. "You got to get this check out in the hospital right away okay?"

"Eh, but you are a doctor."

"Still, you don't want anything complicated to happen right?"

Murasakibara slumped in his seat, he was still angry against Silver. You then grabbed his attention by giving him a pack of Maiubo.m and his eyes immediately sparkled.

The game ended with the Vorpal Swords winning! You congratulated them and invited them to eat out. You brought them into a fancy buffet, shocking everyone when you said it would be your treat. "(y/n)-san, are you able to pay for all of us?" Kuroko was concerned knowing everyone eating habits. "Don't worry, my friend owns this restaurant anyways."

Once everyone is settled, you stood up. "I have an announcement to make." All eyes were now on you as you continued on. "The truth is, the reason why I went back to Japan is to invite you guys to my engagement party!" Everyone became silent, you were engaged?!

"WHAT?!! YOU'RE ENGAGED?" They exclaimed.

"I feel betrayed, you haven't mentioned this before nanodayo." Midorima stated before drinking water. "So you managed to fool someone? I feel sorry for the guy." Aomine teased, in which Momoi immediately punished by stepping on his foot. "Now, now. We should be congratulating (y/n)!"

"Akashi-san, were you aware?"

"Of course. I was the first one she told about. Now, where is your fiancé?" All your friends are now on guard, ready to scare your significant other.

Before you could even speak, a tall black haired man wearing a suite with a white striped sleeves and holding a glass of wine wrapped his arms around your waist. "It's a pleasure to meet all of you, I hope you are enjoying the night." All their plan to torment your fiancé went down on the drain upon seeing not only your finacé but his body guards as well.

"Jumin, you're scaring my friends."

#Generation of Miracles #Kuroko no Basuke #Kuroko no Basuek Scenarios #Kuroko Tetsuya #Midorima Shintaro #Murasakibara Atsushi #Akashi Seijuro #Kise Ryouta #Kise Ryota #Aomine Daiki #Kuroko Basket Scenarios #Kuroko Basket Headcannons

53 notes · View notes

littleredroseonthevalley · 6 years

Text

Wildest Dreams

Summary: A New Year’s. A wedding reception. Two parties, set apart in time, spell a begining and an end in Emily’s life.

Rating: M - Not suitable for children or teens below the age of 16 with non-explicit suggestive adult themes, references to some violence, or coarse language.

Notes: Hello, everyone! I wanted to do a Nathan piece for weeks now, especially after The Big Reveal on TJ. My first attempt was ‘An Opera on Separation’, but Zig ended up worming his way there and it turned out to be less about Nathan and more about Emily getting over Nathan and ending up on the arms of Ziggy-Pop himself.

Then, last Thursday, I heard ‘Wildest Dreams’ by Taylor Swift while trying to come up for a new number for my dance crew and it really inspired me!

Oh, and a fair warning, this is NOT a part of ‘An Opera on Separation’ universe. This is a completely separate one-shot. Perhaps I ought to take a page from my fellow authors and change the MC’s name, but I tend to prefer the default name for reasons.

And I used the ‘An Opera on Separation’ taglist. Sue me.

Emily was leaning against a wall and wishing she was dead.

Who the Hell decides to break with someone just outside a Starbucks? On the day before Christmas Eve, no less?

Emily’s ex does.

She sighed once more. Her holidays were miserable over it, as her family expected her to bring her significant other to the feast. Showing up alone was right depressive.

Returning to work on the 26th hadn’t been any easier, as somehow the entire office building where she worked as a secretary ended up figuring out about her shameful break-up before lunch hour. That certainly thwarted her hopes of having at least half a day of peace.

Consequentially, all her colleagues insisted terribly for her to attend the building’s New Year’s Eve party, as a way to ‘get back on the horse’, so to speak.

She pushed back as hard as she could, but she ended up caving. She supposed she could hang around until ten or so, have some cheap liquor and leave to spend midnight the way God intended.

Drunk and alone on her bed.

What the young woman did not count on was the fact that the hours between eight and ten would be Chinese torture in form of a company gathering.

Everyone around her seemed to be drunk on the sad excuse for champagne the company had provided, and the friskier were coupling up in bizarre pairings, like Crystal, the sour receptionist, and Dan, the Porno King from accounting.

Those scenes of moral decadence only served to further Emily’s depression. Despite attending a prestigious university and having academic honours, she was stuck at the same dead-end job as the woman who seemingly collected chocolate wrappings on her desk drawer.

Corporate America was a soul-sucking monster and that girl was out of soul to give.

Feeling claustrophobic, the woman unlatched herself from her spot on the wall and walked over to the balcony for some air. The place was thankfully devoid of people, except for a blond guy who was smoking and leaning against the railing.

She considered leaving, but the idea of returning to the crowd was enough for giving her a small anxiety attack. No, if she hung out on the opposite end as him, perhaps he wouldn’t notice, or would pick up the cue and leave her be.

And it worked for a while, she could sit down on the dirty floor and stretch her aching legs. The man finishes his cigarette and picks another one from his suit jacket and tries to light it, to no avail.

He sighed loudly and seemed to curse under his breath. He, then, turned to her and said, amicably: “Hi-ya.”

She looks over to him and takes a moment to realize he’s talking to her. Then, she responds with a lazy: “Hey.”

“Do you have some fire?” He asks, rather supplicant. “My lighter seems to have given up on me.”

“No, sorry. Non-smoker.” The woman answers, still wishing for the man to go away.

“Such is my luck. Perhaps it’s a sign that I smoked way too much today. It’s a nasty habit, but I never had it in me to stop.” He snorts, anxious. “What brings you to the smoking area?”

She looked at him, confused. “This is the smoking area?”

“Yep.” He popped the p and pointed to the ash dispensers around the balcony. “I’ll go ahead and say you wanted a break from all that inside.”

The young woman sported a small side smile over the comment. “Pretty much. And to stay out of Crystal line of sight. After she’s done with Dan, she’ll have nothing else to lose.”

“Dan still works here?” The blond asks, more to himself, surprised. “I was sure he’d be fired after all the data leaking.”

“You and me both, pal.” She says, while sipping her beverage. “ The virus got into the system through one of his porn movies, after all.”

“I think whom you really should look out for is Marcia from HR. I saw her pulling a busboy into a closet some half an hour ago. That woman is insatiable!” The guy bemoans, well-humored.

Emily raises a well-kept eyebrow, throws a smirk and says: “You speak out of experience?”

He laughs. “Jesus, no. It wasn’t over her lack of interest, though.”

“How conceited!” She accused, smiling. “I’m Emily, by the way.”

He also smiled, charmingly. “Nathan. Nice to meet you.”

“Nathan? Like the boss?” She asks, curious.

“You know the CEO?” He responds, surprised.

She nods. “Well, yeah, I’m one of his secretaries.”

“Ah, cool.” He shakes his fair head. “Life-long dream of being a secretary?”

The statement was ridiculous enough to drag a loud laughter out of the girl. “No way. I’m a writer. Well, I was a writer.”

“What happened?” He asks, taking a seat next to her.

“It happened no one wanted to pick up my manuscript. Then I tried to self-publish, but that fell through pretty quickly.” She sighed. “After that, I decided to cut my losses and had a friend wire me with this gig. So here I am.”

He grimaces. “I’m sorry for that. If it makes you feel better, I always wanted to be an anthropologist, but my dad thought going on field studies resembled too much a vagabond lifestyle and argued that corporate law would be much more my speed. And so, here I am, and guess what?”

“What?”

“Corporate law sucks.” They laugh.

“It does make me feel a little better.” She pokes.

“Well, I’m glad my misery is amusing to you.” The man smirks with his shiny pearly teeth.

“What brings you to this disgrace of a party?” Emily asks, blunt.

“It was a pretty good excuse not to attend my parents’ disgrace of a party.” He responds with a shrug. “You?”

“Some of the girls at the desk thought it’d be depressing for me to spend New Year’s alone, so they nagged me until I agreed to come.” She throws back an offending lock of hair.

He hummed. “That may be the reasoning of most of the people in here tonight.”

“Damn year ending on a Wednesday.” She huffs. “I suppose it’s fitting. A mediocre year ending on a mediocre day.”

“I’d drink to that.” The blond echoes.

“Cheers!” She raises her lonely red cup.

Emily was going all out for that party later tonight. She had only just left the hairdresser’s and was ready for putting on the dress, which hung at her closet door for over a week in anticipation for tonight.

The piece had been handpicked. She’d much prefer a Paco Rabane, but the evening required some demure, and so she went with a blue-and-gold, slit on the leg, Gucci ball gown and a matching clutch. The also blue high heels disguised her short stature and highlighted her lean legs.

Finally, the jewellery. She was covered in diamonds, from his earrings, neck and hands, everything was adorned with pieces which sported the precious gem. Even her hair was held up with an encrusted pin.

She put on the luxurious outfit and sat down to do her makeup. Supposedly, she could have had it done at the beauty parlour, but she rarely liked the results when she let others do it for her. Not to mention, she was rather disgusted with the shared brushes and products.

No, she was a dextrous woman. She could do it herself.

First, the base on her cheeks, to disguise small acne scars, some sun damage and the insistent swelling from the past few days. Then, a smidge of blush, for a healthy colouring. Emily was way too pale for her own good.

Next, the eyes. Eyeliner and mascara would make her eyes pop against the white, and now unmarred, skin. Then the mandatory red lipstick, carefully applied to her full lips.

It was a night event, she could humour herself and splurge a little with the products and not look like a clown.

When she was finally done, she picked up the clutch and checked her money, phone and documents. Then, fetching the car keys, left for the party.

“Have these naval charts approved by Tuesday, and have my car picked up from the shop first thing in the morning.” The greying-haired man ordered with little as much as a look to the young woman standing by his desk.

“Yes, Mr. Sterling, sir.” She nods and writes down his commands at her planner.

“You may go now, Emily.” He dismisses, and the girl excuses herself.

Closing the door with care, she returns to her seat at the desk she shares with two other secretaries, Kate and Jess.

“I don’t know how you can deal with that dick and keep that stupid smile on your face.” Jess mentions with a sneer.

Emily shrugged. “I’m happy these days. It won’t be Mr. Sterling who’ll pop my bubble.”

Kate scoffs, her sixth sense for a good piece of gossip tingling hard. “Happy, right. Just the other day you’re lamenting on the corners because of what’s-their-name. When we’ll know the name of this ‘happiness’ of yours?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” The other responds but couldn’t contain the smirk.

“Yeah, sure!” Kate shouts and points accusingly. “You totally smiled. Come on! Please, please, please!”

“No! Just drop it.” Emily said, good-naturedly.

“Kate, Emily’s entitled to her secrets.” Jess said, not as much to defend her as to get the other girl to sit quiet. Emily never could understand why, but Jess was never much of her fan.

“Fine.” She huffed in response. “Meanie.”

The three women finished their shift and parted ways at the company’s doorstep. Emily walked over to the subway station with a skip on her step. She did not lie when she said she was very happy to be brought down these days.

Life was much too good when you’re in love.

Reaching her modest one-bedroom apartment, she quickly changed her clothes and put herself to work. Her boyfriend would be stopping by later tonight, and would stay for dinner, so Emily had to whip out a first-class meal and clean up the place by nine.

Dating her boss’ son was something that the redhaired did not planned for, it just happened, and it certainly took some adapting. Their relationship had to be kept under wraps, lest Jess and the other employees think she’d receive preferential treatment.

But it was worth it. When Nathan said he was actually Nathan Sterling, III, it shocked her. She felt rather betrayed, as he kept that slight detail for over a month of going out, and the ‘no-telling rule’ was rather uncomfortable.

But Nathan was also a caring, loving boyfriend. He makes her feel like a princess every day he’s with her. He called or texted three times a day, just to check on her and talk about their day. He showered with gifts, ranging from the romantic, like flowers, to the lavish, like diamonds, to the thoughtful, like a first-edition of her favourite childhood book, ‘Charlie and the Chocolate Factory’.

In the end, forfeiting bragging rights to Kate was a too small of a sacrifice. She loved Nathan, she wanted to be with him. Waiting until such time she could quit her miserable job for ‘coming out’ to her friends was absolutely worth it.

At exactly nine o’clock, a knock on the door jump-start Emily from the oven to skip over to the living room. She opens the door with a wide smile and says: “Hello!”

Nathan doesn’t say a thing, he prefers to let down the bags he’d been holding, picking up the woman by her waist and twirl her over the cramped living room, eliciting giggles from the redhead.

Reaching the middle of the room, he smiled broadly, kissed her nose and said: “Good evening, Emily. How you’re doing?”

“I’m fine. Better now.” She unwrapped herself from his arms. “Just sit down, I’ll finish dinner in a moment.”

“Great, I’m famished!” He says, boisterous. “By the way, I brought some wine.”

“I’ll grab the bottle opener.” She shouts from the kitchen.

Soon enough, Emily emerges with a carbonara, two glasses and a bottle opener and sets them on the table.

“And I brought another thing, as well.” The blond says, a wicked smile on his face.

The redhaired couldn’t help but smile over the man’s childish antics. “What is it?”

“Well, remember you said Tuesday you wanted to go out dancing?” He asks, but before she could answer, he continues. “I felt really guilty I couldn’t take you, BUT, I could bring an iPod and a sound box. So get ready, Em, ‘cause tonight we’re dancing on the hottest and most exclusive club in the city!”

Emily beamed at the surprise. She walks over to him and kisses him deeply, until them both are out of air. After they break apart, she says: “I love you.”

“I love you more.” He smirks and bends down to kiss her again.

She was up in the sky, and no-one would bring her down.

The party venue was a good two-hour drive from her place, across state lines. But it did not matter, Emily enjoyed driving on the highway, with the high speed cleansing her frustrations and the hustle-bustle of people driving across the land engaging her mind.

She enjoyed looking at the vehicles passing by, looking at the faraway license plates and conjecturing stories about its passengers, where they were going and from where they came.

The ferry that took her to Martha’s Vineyard was no less of an enjoyable experience, feeling the salty wind hitting her face and observing the great reddish-blue expanse of the ocean beyond the sound.

Once at the wealthy suburb, she drove to a small, wooded area near the country club. She decided to walk to the venue, her old, rusty and noisy Kia would certainly be too much of a difference from the imported, luxury cars that filled the valet service.

No, she was aiming a low profile that night, and that sky-blue old machine would not do.

The fifteen-minute walk from the gates to the main salon was harder than she expected, given the heels were less for movement and more for show. Her feet would remember this night tomorrow morning.

Emily reaches the ostentatious French doors at the club entrance and gives her invitation to the usher. The young man greets her with a smile and walks her over to her seat.

A server comes and offers her champagne, which she gracefully accepts a flute and made herself comfortable.

The party was about to start.

“Emily, please, say something.” Nathan pleaded, looking hurt at her while she just shrunk further within the couch. The woman was silently looking at the void for over fifteen minutes now.

“I think you should leave.” Emily complied, letting out the phrase in a hoarse voice.

He really wanted to fight, to scream, to stay and have her react. Even if it meant she would throw something pointy and hard at him.

But, in the end, the whole thing was breaking his heart as well and he was never one with high threshold for pain, so he complied to her wish and walked over to the door. Before stepping out, he turns back one last time and says: “Call me if you want to talk. Anytime.”

Emily did not respond. After Nathan shuts the door on his way out, she did not make a sound. She enjoyed the silence of the house, she noted the tiny steps of bugs in the kitchen, the dripping of raindrops on the windows and the leakage on the sink.

The first thought that hit her with some reasoning came who knows how later in the day, and it was a simple phrase.

Nathan’s engaged.

An arranged match, he said. Kassidy Marquez’s family controlled port infrastructure around the Gulf of Mexico, and it was a big move for a shipping company, as large as it was, still confined within the Northeastern Seaboard.

He came by that afternoon to tell her of his father’s decision, to have him wed the young girl. He confessed to know Kassidy from college, and to have casually dated her in the past, but assured Emily of his ‘undying love and devotion’.

Nathan also expressed his intentions to maintain a relationship between them, even on the event of his marriage.

She didn’t want to think about it. She couldn’t think about it now. She was out of breath, like she was drowning in dry land.

She just wanted to draw the drapes and pretend she was dead.

“Oh my, Emily, you’re such a delight!” The older woman says, laughing of something the girl had said.

“You’re too kind, Mrs. Franklin.” The redhead smiled politely.

“What’s your relation to the couple, again?” The other wonders, remembering she had not been told.

“Oh, I’m a working colleague of the groom’s.” She responded. “Speaking of which, it seems they’re ready to have their first dance. Would you care to accompany me?”

“I’m much too old!” The woman complains, good-naturedly. “Go along! I’ll see them from over here.”

“Please, Mrs. Franklin, you’re much too youthful to call yourself old. But if you excuse me, I love this part of weddings.” Emily stood up and walks over to the dancefloor, blending in with the crowd watching the newlywed couple.

The bride was a looker, with her long black hair and tanned skin, a shine on her eyes like a blushing virgin, that freshness of going on to a new life. Her luxurious and pristine Vera Wang dress highlighted the posture of a young aristocrat and flew through the room like a curtain dancing on the wind.

But if we’re judging by appearance, the groom was the pretty one. He looked every bit like a fairy tale prince, with his tall and lean frame, white skin as if he had never met the sun in his life, and the blond hair combed backwards. The suit was midnight black, perfectly tailored overseas, and with sapphire cufflinks to give a finishing shine of upper crust.

They twirled through the room the whole fifteen minutes of Blue Danube in flawless grace, and without breaking a sweat. Soon after, they started the rounds through the guest tables, to receive the congratulations from the various guests.

A good hour later, when Nathan and Kassidy reach table 13, which contained the looser relatives on the Sterling family, they are greeted by the recently-widowed Great-Aunt Susett Franklin.

“Oh, my darlings!” She kisses each of their kisses, much to the displeasure of Kassidy. “Congratulations on the nuptials! It is such a wonderful adventure, and I hope yours to be filled with bliss and bounty.”

“Thank you, Aunt Susett.” Nathan says, politely. “How do you like the party? I hope you’re not feeling too alone out here.”

She laughs, dismissively. “Not at all! Emily has been keeping me in good company the entire party. Lovely girl, that one.”

Kassidy made a face. “Emily? I don’t remember an Emily at the guest list.”

“I don’t think you’ve met her, honey. She says she’s Nathan’s colleague, from work.” The older woman comments, in passing. “A shame you’ve come by just when she left to freshen up. She seemed so eager to congratulate you!”

A cold shiver shot through Nathan’s back. It couldn’t be, could it? After months of silence, she wouldn’t come to great lengths to attend the reception. However, he certainly did not know any other Emily, lest one who worked for him.

His ocean-blue eyes run through the venue, looking for that unmistakeable red hair.

And, then, he sees her.

She looked as beautiful as ever, with the dress and the accessories he had gifted her over the months of their relationship. But her eyes were different, they seemed dead and filled with tears.

She set her sights on him and seemed to pierce his soul with it and all he wanted to do was scream.

But it did not last long, as on the next second she turns around and leaves the party.

The blond muster some stupid excuse and dashes after her, not caring what anyone would think or say. He underestimates a seasoned woman on heels with a very good reason to run, as he couldn’t find her on the hallway by the salon, nor at the entrance hall to the country club.

Nathan would only be able to catch up under a willow, a short walk from the main gateway of the club. “Emily! Emily, wait!” He says, and reaches for her arm, pulling her close and forcing her to face him. “What are you doing here?”

“I came for the free booze. What do you think I was doing?!” The redhead shouts to his face. “I was torturing myself like the idiot I am.”

“You’re not an idiot.” He responded, severe. “Why didn’t you call me? I’d come to you.”

The woman scoffed, incredulous. “And drop your wedding?”

“I dropped it now, didn’t I?” He shoots her a side smirk, trying to dispel her hostility, to no avail.

“Don’t do that!” She shouts. “Don’t try to charm your way out of this. It won’t work.”

He sighed. “Okay. But I can honestly say I really missed you.”

“It. Won’t. Work.” She repeated.

The blue-eyed man shrugged. “It’s no trick, but believe what you want. Why you’re here?”

“I thought I needed to see it for myself.” She declared, her voice wavering. “Shock therapy, I guess. To force myself to let go.”

“You know you don’t have to if you don’t want it.” He looked pleadingly at the woman, who stood tense and straight like the willow next to them. “I love you. I want you. We can make this work if we really want to.”

“Look, Nathan, I get why you did what you did. I get that you left me for Kassidy, and that what we had wouldn’t have a future. But don’t ask me to be a part of your Boston Brahmin fantasy.” She shot him a look. “If you can’t be in it for the whole thing, at least let me find someone who is.”

The reality of things start to catch up to the young aristocrat. “So you’re just gonna leave? You’re abandoning me?”

“You left first, Nathan.” She coldly accuses. “You left me all those months ago when you said you’d be marrying Kassidy. And I’m not going down with the ship, I’m sorry.”

The blond start taking steps backwards, trying to focus his eyesight, blurred by the pain he felt on every muscle of his body.

Seizing the opportunity to leave, Emily looks back at him and says: “I really loved you, you know?”

“I know.” He manages to respond. “I love you, too.”

“I truly hope Kassidy makes you happy.” She said with a melancholic smile on her face.

“She won’t.” He responded, but the redhead had already left.

Emily ran the rest of the distance to her car, where she hastily took off every piece of jewellery and tried to clean off the make-up, ruined by the tears.

When she calmed herself minimally, she started the engine and drove away.

Taglist: @alicars; @boneandfur; @choicesfannatalie; @diamond-dreamland; @emerald-bijou; @kennaxval; @liamxs-world; @lizeboredom; @mfackenthal; @mrsdrakewalkerblog; @radiantrosemary; @topsyturvy-dream

#the freshman #nathan sterling

12 notes · View notes

kylorengarbagedump · 7 years

Text

Unprofessional Services: Chapter 4

Read on AO3. Part 3 here. Part 5 here.

Summary: You remember learning in the academy that working as a therapist required creativity. It seems as if anti-therapy requires the same.

Words: 2300

Warnings: None

Characters: Kylo Ren x Reader

A/N: So, I've kind of had this chapter written for months and just never published it because I thought it was terrible! But then, today, I read it over and thought, huh, this actually isn't half-bad! So! Here ya go!

Despite my inactivity, I am thinking about both of my current stories every day. Without getting into too much, my life has been kind of a mess since May, so, I'm trying my best to pull it back together. It seems as if it's beginning to settle, now.

Thanks so much for your patience and support. I love reading the feedback for this story. It's close to my heart! <3 I love y'all so much!!

Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.

Perhaps you could hypnotize yourself into sleeping. Or bore yourself. One of them would have to work eventually--wouldn’t they? You peeked over your shoulder. Fent was still conked out, his breath soft and deep. Not waking him was paramount. Freezing your lungs, you reached for your data pad, resting only inches from you. Your hand floated through the air, on a silent mission. Your nails grazed the edge and you pulled it toward you with your fingertips. So close. Almost there…

You slid it too fast, and it tumbled to the floor, a loud, glassy clatter cutting through the air. You winced.

Fent snorted, then shot up, shouting into the darkness as his head spun on a swivel. Cursing yourself, you eased him down, shushing him, caressing his back and murmuring in his ear. But it wasn't enough. His body shook, a choked whimper escaping him.

“I just want to sleep…” he sobbed. “Why can't I sleep?”

“Wish I could answer that for you, love.” If you ever found the answer, you hoped they'd solve the mystery for you, too.

“My life sucks,” he said. Your heart crumbled. You knew what he meant, but it didn't make it hurt any less when he said it. “I'm never getting better.”

“Shh,” you said. “Don't say that… We're getting off this ship soon. And when we do, everything will be different. I promise.”

Fent nodded, his body relaxing. Eventually, he fell asleep, but spent the rest of the night twisting, turning, pushing you to the edge. Between that and the sweltering heat of his body, you resigned yourself to a tiny corner of the mattress, staring into the empty ceiling, hoping the universe would mistake you for a corpse and claim you into temporary unconsciousness.

By the time to meet the Supreme Leader rolled around, you weren't entirely sure how much sleep you had gotten--only that your limbs moved like stones and your lids fluttered with the heavy weight of exhaustion. But it didn't matter. You had work to do. So, gathering what energy you had left, you slid out of bed and pulled on your uniform.

As promised, the location of the meeting had been sent to your datapad, and you tucked it under your arm, just in case you got lost, unlikely as it was. Between dealing with your clients and dealing with Fent, you were fairly certain you had a blueprint burned into your brain. You bid farewell to him before you began your journey through the halls.

What could the Supreme Leader want with you? Of course, it must have been related to the incident with Kylo Ren the day before--but that wasn't your fault. It was his own damn choice to act like a child. A massive, terrifying child. With magic powers. That he used to strangle you.

You snorted. You'd done nothing wrong. Why did you need to feel afraid? Ren was the one who'd choked his therapist.

According to the datapad, you'd arrived. The doors in front of you looked as plain as any blastdoor--a bit inconspicuous for concealing the Supreme Leader of the First Order. Didn't he deserve something gilded? And what were you supposed to do, now, anyway? There was no keypad next to the doors--no way of entry. Shrugging, you did the only thing you could think to do. You knocked.

The doors whirred open before you, taking your breath with them. Beyond them was a sanctuary--or, really, that was the only word you could think to define it. It was dark, without a single window or porthole, the floors flat and empty before a durasteel chair positioned at the head of the room. Where the Supreme Leader sat.

The problem was, the chair was empty. Your stomach sank. Perhaps he wasn't here. Perhaps this was a mistake. You stepped inside to double-check before escaping back to your quarters--but the doors shut behind you, plunging you into complete darkness.

“Dammit!” You scrambled and scraped at the door, raw shivers hitting your bones when your nails grazed the durasteel. It didn't budge. “Dammit!” Spinning around, you confronted the empty, black air. “Hello?” you shouted. “Someone!”

Blue, broken light cut through the void, a fuzzy hologram materializing at the head of the room. It blipped, stabilizing, and then solidified. You gulped.

The Supreme Leader might have been human, once--he had the framework--but what appeared in front of you was something strange, disfigured, its head like skin stretched over a craggy rock. Heavy robes consumed its thin body, seated in what you’d now probably refer to as a throne. How the hologram managed to do that, you didn’t know, but it seemed like a waste of a chair if no one was going to physically sit in it. Then it--he--spoke.

“Do you know why you’re here?”

For a moment, you wanted to look around. You were the only one in the room--but he could’ve meant someone besides you. Probably. It was difficult to produce any words when your throat was drier than salt. To be honest, you’d never put much thought into your function as part of the First Order, but now, faced with its Leader, you wondered about the motivations of someone who looked like the the casualty of a steel shredder. Okay, fine, that wasn’t nice.

“Um. Is it something to do with Kylo Ren?”

Snoke sat back in his chair. “Yes.” A pause. “He’s been assigned to you.”

“Yes, Supreme Leader.”

“Tell me what you did yesterday.”

You hesitated. Did he want the truth? Had Ren, like, tattled on you? Or said you were mean? Or, like, what? You drew in a breath. “Yesterday,” you said, “we began the process of identifying the automatic thoughts as a way of ultimately working toward naming his core beliefs.” It wasn’t a lie. You just didn’t want him to know Ren wasn’t cooperating.

“I see.” Snoke considered you, the silence stretching out between you. “Then you will do it again.”

“Oh, uh… I’m sorry, sir?”

“You produced promising results, yesterday,” he replied. “I want you to continue with whatever treatment you’ve identified.”

“Really?” you asked, and then cleared your throat, realizing you sounded far more incredulous than was appropriate. “I mean. Really. That’s very encouraging, sir.”

“The progress is already more than I had anticipated.” The hologram fizzed. “I look forward to seeing more.” Another pause. Sweat was tickling your nape. “Return to your assignment.”

You swallowed. “Yes, sir.”

The hologram blinked and the door flew open--you spun, marching into the hall, jaw tight as you heard it then shut behind you. Back to your office it was.

Promising results? What in Maker’s name had you done to produce promising results? All you’d manage to do was get choked, and even then, it wasn’t like you and the Commander had great rapport. The therapist-client relationship was almost non-existent. Well, no, you couldn’t say that. It existed--in the same way that burning corpses existed after an explosion.

When you arrived at your office, the reminder that you’d managed to sleep only a couple of hours pressed at your back. You lugged yourself into your chair, dropping your datapad onto your desk with a rattle. Sighing, you shoved your hands into your hair, gripping your scalp as your head spun. Stars, why wouldn’t they just let you go? You weren’t a good therapist, and you weren’t a good anti-therapist, either. All you’d been able to do was piss off Commander Ren--

You shot up. That was it. Piss him off. That’s what you needed to do. You grinned, sinking into your chair. Piss him off. It wasn’t that difficult. Of course, it might mean you’d get Force-strangled a few more times, but, sacrifices were necessary for progress. You could manage that. No--you could more than manage it. You could do it. And you would. He was due in your office any minute, now. Your face was hot with excitement.

You could do this.

Anxiety had slowed time. Five minutes past his appointment time seemed like an hour. And then ten minutes. And then fifteen. And by the time an entire hour had passed, your anticipation and pride had cooled completely, magma into rock. Despair settled into the cracks, flooding you, drowning you with every passing second. There would be no progress without a client. That’s what you’d forgotten. Kylo Ren wasn’t even interested in participating. The countdown to your release grew longer and longer, like a ball of yarn spinning out endlessly across the floor.

By the time you gave up, your head wobbled, as if it was filled with water, and your stomach twisted and growled. You hadn’t eaten since your meal with Rue the day before. It was probably important to take care of that. Admitting defeat, you gathered your datapad and trudged your way to the cafeteria. Though you couldn’t imagine what would be there that’d you’d want to eat.

You weren’t sure what time it was. You hadn’t checked. All you knew was that there were people swarming the tables, and you and your pounding temples were having none of it. You took a seat in a secluded corner, driving the heels of your palms into your eyes until stars shimmered behind your lids. You needed to get up and eat. You needed to. But the longer you sat there, the heavier your body became.

There was no way you’d be able to sleep in your bed, anyway. Not with Fent there. You supposed you could ask him to get up, try and get him motivated, but the thought of facing his misery changed your mind. You didn’t need to sleep there. Just a nap. You dropped your arms on the table and buried your head into them. You remembered sucking a long, slow breath into your lungs--and you were asleep.

How long you slept, you weren’t sure. Long enough for the cafeteria to clear out, long enough for the owner of a crackling, modified voice to find you. Alone.

“Officer.”

Lightning sprung through your limbs, and you shrieked, head popping up to face the noise. When you were greeted with Kylo Ren, you gasped again, before collapsing into your seat and plopping your face in your hands. Shivers rippled through you.

“Hello, Commander,” you grumbled.

“Is it customary for you to sleep outside of your quarters?” You couldn’t tell how much of a snarky jerk he was trying to be. You assumed he was going for a medal.

Sighing, your hands fell to your sides, and you stared at him. Stars, he was huge. Your heart skipped. “No,” you replied. “Is it customary for you to miss your appointments?”

Static through the mask. “I’ve already informed the Supreme Leader I’m through wasting my time with you.”

“Really?” you asked, propping your chin on your hands. “When was that?” When he didn’t respond, you continued. “Because he just told me that whatever I did yesterday was progress.”

Kylo Ren was silent. His shoulders, broad, cloaked, rose and fell like a dying wave. His fists curled. Uncurled. Curled. “I’m not interested.”

You snorted. “Doesn’t matter. You have to.” Crossing your arms, you grinned. “You’re stuck with me.” Stuck with you until the Supreme Leader thought you’d made enough progress and saw fit to discharge Fent. And you.

“I won’t be attending future appointments,” he replied. “It’s in your best interest to find another way off this ship.” He almost seemed proud. “We’re done.” He started to turn.

Heat flashed through you. “Listen!” you growled. “We’re not done until I say we’re done! If you think you’re stopping me from getting off this ship, then you are wrong!” Spit was soaring from your teeth. “If you’re going to do this, I’ll meet with you and the Supreme Leader myself and you can tell him why he’s not seeing the results that I was responsible for!”

When you finished, you realized your chin was quivering, your hands trembling. You weren’t sure if it was from hunger or from rage.

Ren, meanwhile, stood, as statuesque as ever. The only indication he was alive was that soft shift of his shoulders with his breath. The longer he stood there, the hotter the flame within you became. You wanted to turn him to ash with your eyes, wanted to dig your fingers into his arms and tear him apart. How would it feel, you wondered, to touch him--to slap him on whatever face he had under that stupid mask?

“Sleep in your own bed, officer.” He turned, his long legs carrying him toward the door.

“Wish I could,” you mumbled, and he stopped. So did your heart, for a moment.

He sought you out. The point of his gaze was sharp, even through the black visor of his mask. “I still won’t attend appointments.” Then he stared, lingering on you for a long moment, before stalking through into the hall.

Your shoulders sagged, and you exhaled--you couldn’t remember the last time you’d done that. Tremors continued to rumble through you, but a tiny victory spun itself in your head. His last words were a tacit agreement that he was not, in fact, done. The lack of appointments was a part of that deal. You hummed, gazing at your datapad. Prodding at him in a single setting was unlikely to continue to produce the same sorts of results, anyway. You also needed to make sure he couldn’t just leave--

A tiny grin crept onto your face. He wouldn’t go to you. You’d go to him. Follow him. Be that voice to drive him to the edge, again and again. A laugh actually escaped you. Yes. You’d follow Kylo Ren. You would appease Leader Snoke. And you would get off this stupid, kriffing ship.

You stood, and your legs wobbled, your head whirling. “Whoa,” you said, catching yourself before you passed out. Another sigh.

First, you’d eat.

#kylo ren smut #kylo ren x reader #kylo x reader #kylo ren imagine #kylo ren #kylo trash #unprofessional services #fanfiction problems #:D

73 notes · View notes