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garlicjuice · 7 years ago

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One Morning at Green Rose Café

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Nanami and Saionji meet at a café to talk, inevitably about their past experiences at Ohtori. Post-anime series. ‘Cause I haven’t read the manga yet.

Fun Fact: Probably the first and last time I ever write a fanfic.

Green Rose Café had always been Saionji’s favorite little eatery since he and the Kiryuus moved away from Houou City. Denying the obvious egotistical reason, his constant claim for frequenting the place was the nostalgic atmosphere. He had stated it reminded him of the three’s teenaged days at Ohtori Academy; the dimly lit, almost green tinted wood walls made Saionji reminisce of the old kendo training hall, and the pretty cabana that was always packed for a good look of the sprawling city outside let memories of surveying the campus over the Student Council room creep in his mind.

Plus, he thought while sipping black tea one chilly morning, the fact that Nanami was a barista here made him feel kind of obligated to come. And speak of the devil, Saionji thought again as the girl walked over, her break starting. He made sure to look like a cool, suave older man by crossing his legs, pushing up his purple-tinted circle-frames (his wardrobe had had a drastic evolution), and closing his eyes as he thoughtfully took in another sip of tea. In the earlier days of her working here, Nanami would have constant coffee stains on her apron and fits of releasing her pent up frustration the moment she got back to the apartment. Touga would always comment on how he was surprised she hadn’t yet been fired, and, flustered, the fussy blonde would retort that his work as a newspaper film critic didn’t pay the damn rent. A once adoring little sister now took her brother’s words and actions with many, many grains of salt. Saionji hated to admit it - in fact, he swore he’d never admit it no matter what - but he liked that Nanami had found some independence. Of course, no matter what life lessons she learned, that girl would always be high maintenance, he had recently chuckled to himself. Looking at her now, Nanami’s apron was spotless. But her eyes were weary. She grabbed a seat across from the green haired hipster, plopped down on the gaudy magenta cushion, and released the complaining floodgates. “I haaaaate how packed this place gets in the afternooooon!” It was almost like mooing from an agitated cow. “I have no time to collect myself, or fix my hair or anything at all! I mean, I like working here,” she went on, taking a breath, “but it’s so tough!” Saionji chuckled out loud to show Nanami he found her words silly. Of course, on the inside he sympathized with her. But like hell he’d let her know that. “That’s what life is all about, Nanami. You need to work hard to achieve your goals. Take my kendo, for example. I wouldn’t be this region’s champion without constant practice, everyday.” He made sure to emphasize “constant practice” with two taps on the table, but the disgruntled girl he was lecturing just glared. “I obviously understand that. I’m not as… prissy and stuck up as I was, when I was younger.” She latched onto Saionji’s teacup and took a loud gulp herself, triggering a sharp “Hey!” from the man. “And besides,” she slammed the cup down, “you’re more like the region’s city’s neighborhood’s champion. No, wait - change city to small town.” Now it was Nanami’s time to pompously chuckle. She grabbed a still-wrapped straw to stir the tea, smirking. Saionji held back a snappy comment. They weren’t bickering children, like they used to be, but most of their conversations still ended up in such a way. “Regardless… you should be thankful you’re doing well in life.” “I am,” she insisted. “I don’t have other girls doing my work anymore. I can do things on my own perfectly fine.” “I understand that, and I wasn’t implying you couldn’t. In fact, I think quite the opposite.” Nanami stopped stirring and looked up with a raised eyebrow. “…Unusual of you to compliment anyone.” “Er, I - wasn’t.” Saionji pushed up his glasses again, this time awkwardly. “I was merely stating the facts.” Silence. The man could tell the both of them were squirming and panicking inside for a topic change. Finally, Nanami spoke. “Speaking of other girls, I wonder how Keiko and Aiko and Yuko all are doing. I haven’t been in touch for a while…” she then looked down in what seemed to be shame, her eyes catching a speck of dust on the green floorboards. “Or thought about them, really…” Saionji only stared at Nanami, knowing if he spoke his words would be kind and supportive. So he chose to keep silent. “I was incredibly… snooty back then.” A small self deprecating chuckle. “I wonder how the Student Council put up with me, especially onii-san. …Well, I knew that you all clearly didn’t like me, but you never didn’t talk to me, or ever kick me out of the Council.” She looked up and locked eyes with Saionji, honing a more determined expression, expecting a reassuring counterpoint to her pitying words. But he just coughed and replied, “That’s because Touga appointed you as the acting President. We wouldn’t go against his word. Not without a strong, valid reason, I might add.” There was a millisecond of quiet as the girl took the answer in. Her expression changed to a kind of solemn understanding. “Well, yes, yes, I know. …Either way, if I could realize that Keiko and the girls were only friends with me to get close to onii-san, then I’d say I’ve changed a lot.” “You have. You’ve matured a lot.” Before Saionji could realize what he said, he snappily grabbed the teacup and drank to hide his pink cheeks. The one-two punch of a nice comment and quick snatching motion startled Nanami. Something as simple as complimenting others could get him flustered. Or… maybe just this one specific other. Her one brow raised yet again. “Thanks…” She scooted her chair in closer. “Have I, uh, ever mentioned that this place reminds me of Ohtori’s kendo room?” “Oh…?” Saionji laughed. “Well, now that you mention it, I can see the resemblance, certainly,” he fronted not having made that same observation before. “Don’t lie,” Namami cooed teasingly, “I bet the moment you stepped in here for the first time you thought of that.” He frowned, eyes lowering in irritation. “Hrm. Well. Regardless, it seems like our pasts are coming back to tug on our sleeves this morning.” “Tell me about it,” Nanami let out a melancholic sigh. “Now I’d rather be angry about work than have all that clog my mind.” “…Well, there were good things that happened to us at Ohtori Academy, too.” “You literally got expelled from there.” “Dammit woman, I’m trying to cheer you up!” Saionji slammed his fist on the table, half standing up. Uh oh. Nanami just gazed up in shock. “I mean - you know!” He rapidly sat back down. “I held high positions like Kendo captain, and I was the Vice President of the Council. I had adoring underclassmen as well. I’d say I was set up for a great life once I graduated.” Such grandiose statements were paired with his arms crossing and a big grin. “But you were an asshole to the underclassmen and everyone, and your swordsmanship was clearly lacking considering how many times you lost the Rose Bride. That list seems more like a narcissist’s resumé rather than happy school memories.” “You just love to project your negativity onto me, don’t you?!” Nanami giggled, raising a hand to her cheek, channeling her bombastic laughs of the past. “Think of it as a trick of the light.” “…What is that even supposed to mean?!” “Nevermind. And I wasn’t projecting, I’m just being honest.” She then folded her hands together and rested them under her chin. “But fine, I’ll indulge you. I guess I had some good times, like… uhmm… I… huh.” The girl just sat there, brows knitted, deep in thought. Sadness then enveloped her face, but it quickly became charged with anger. “That place was horrible!” “Now, Nanami, calm-” “Don’t you remember the creepy chairman? Or how creepy that Anthy girl was? And how much of a - a stubborn jerk onii-san was?!” She viciously threw her head into her hands and repeatedly stomped her feet. “And like I said earlier, I was horrible and stupid too! Everything there was horrible and stupid, stupid, stupid! My only real friend was Tsuwabuki, and even then I just used him!” Saionji leaned over, his hand reaching out to grasp her shoulder. “Nanami, please calm down!” She stopped thrashing. The poor blonde had gallons of tears in her eyes, streaming down to her pursed lips and dripping off her sharp chin. “I… I suppose I’m sorry that Ohtori was brought up. But… that place… It doesn’t matter now. We’re away from all of that. And as I stated earlier, you have matured. You’re a changed woman.” As much as he hated the illuminated feeling in his blushing face, now was not the time to hide it. … “I think I can say… I admire that about you.” Nanami looked right up. Her expression was a mingled mess of taken aback confusion, and being utterly dazed as if she hadn’t heard a word he said. But then she grit her teeth in an act of annoyance. “What’s with you today? You’re complimenting me so much, and you made me cry!” “Nanami.” “What?!” “Would you… want to come back here later, after work?” “…And why, exactly?” “To just get some tea. And chat. I’d prefer not to, but I know you’re a talkative type.” The frustration on her face quickly morphed into surprise. “Oh, uh. Sure. Sure thing…” “Good.” He finally released her shoulder and relaxed back into his chair. “Now, think about what I said and get back to work. I believe your break is almost over.” “You don’t need to tell me what to do, I see the clock right there. Jeez…” Grumbling, she slowly got up and wiped her eyes. As Nanami walked briskly back to the counter, a tired looking customer shuffled in, officially separating the two from their heart to heart. But then the blonde turned around, with a mischievous grin. “See you later, Sai-chan!” “Don’t you dare start calling me that!”

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vivalacbra · 8 years ago

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‘meet the admin’ thing

(this is long, prepare yourself)

hey, I’m Sunny, one of the admins, and I thought I would say “hi” and introduce myself, now that I’ll actually be posting shit (thank you again, Maddie💖💖💖).

okay, so, yeah: I’m Sunny, I’m a cisfemale meaning I go by she/her and they/them, I live in the United States, my main account is @writingthefuture--writingitout, I love bands such as Paramore, Arctic Monkeys, The 1975, My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy, Panic! At The Disco, Twenty One Pilots, No Doubt, Green Day, The Beatles, Queen, Fearless Vampire Killers, Pvris, The Last Shadow Puppets, All Time Low, The Killers, Coldplay, Muse, Two Door Cinema Club and Maroon 5, YouTubers such as Danisnotonfire, AmazingPhil, ItsWayPastMyBedTime, Emma Blackery, Smosh, Nigahiga, JacksFilms, Crabstickz, KickThePj, Doddleoddle and OMFGItsJackAndDean, musical artists such as Marina And The Diamonds (yes, she’s just a musical artist), Gwen Stefani, Halsey, Melanie Martinez, Ed Sheeran, Kelly Clarkson, Lady Gaga, Gerard Way, The Weeknd, Demi Lovato, Emma Blackery, Carrie Fletcher/ItsWayPastMyBedTime, Mary Lambert, Troye Sivan, Lana Del Rey and Dodie Clark/Doddleoddle, and things like flowers, photography (don’t we all), the sun to an extent, wind to an extent too, rain, swearing, food, friends (such as Maddie, Kitty and Lexi (who is also on Tumblr but doesn’t help manage this..)), music, my family, most British accents, the color purple, sparkles, aesthetic-y type shit (don’t we all), Tumblr, myself, YouTube, staying up all night, the night sky, city lights and buildings (especially when they’re together), night lights, photomanipulation, editing pictures, drawing, of course art, I guess writing these type of things, writing in general, procrastinating, humor, affection, and of course sarcasm. there’s probably more I should put and should’ve put instead of listing a very very good percentage of my likes and interests, but oh well and this is what I can think of right now..

I think this will be great - me and Kitty joining the blog and putting in our own contributions (what a word) to it.. and that goes for this blog, for us and our friendships together (don’t get sappy™ Sunny), and even Tumblr, even if there are already a good 1,000 other aesthetic blogs out there, but yeah. this blog is already great, but I think us joining will make it greater. okay, I’m going to go now, goodbye and thank you 👋 oh and also stay alive ✨✌

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illyriantremors · 8 years ago

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Beneath the Stars Chapter 11

Chapter: I II III IV V VI VII VIII IX X

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Summary: Feyre and Elain have a heart to heart about Thanksgiving plans that leaves Feyre with a big decision to make. But a big surprise at school courtesy of the one and only Morrigan distracts her from it fairly quickly.

Chapter 11

I waited until there were only two weeks left until Thanksgiving to make the phone call. I hadn’t told dad about my plans yet lest I get his hopes up only to have them come crashing down.

“Hello?”

“Elain? Hey.”

“Feyre - hi!” Elain sounded genuinely pleased to hear my voice and I was glad. It was one reason I’d called her over Nesta. Elain was almost always guaranteed to be happy. “Oh, it’s so nice that you called. I’ve missed you.”

Somehow, I didn’t think that was true, but I wanted to try and be a family again. So in the spirit of trying to get along better with my sisters and not be so cynical about them, I mustered up all of Mor’s inspired cheeriness and replied, “I missed you too. Um - I wanted to see if I could talk to you about something.”

“Go for it.”

“What would you think about coming over for Thanksgiving?”

There was a pause on the other end of the line. I wasn’t sure if she was just thinking or if her heart had stopped beating because she already had other plans.

So I kept right on talking.

“I just figured with dad being, you know, out of it from time to time and us not seeing you now that you’re back in school - Nesta too - that it would be nice to have dinner together. We’ve never not had Thanksgiving together. Why stop a good thing, ha.”

I had hoped to come across with a certain balance between good humor and good reasoning that we should spend the holiday together, but I guess it didn’t work.

“I think that’s very admirable of you,” Elain said, “to want us all together. You’ve always looked out for dad and that’s… well, that’s helpful. But you need to understand something, Feyre. Nesta and I, we’re rather upset with dad right now.”

“Nesta and you, or just Nesta?”

“Both of us! I can speak for myself, you know.” For the first time, Elain raised her voice at me, not enough to burn, but enough to scold. “We’re having dinner this year with mom. And she wants you to come.”

“You’re joking.”

“No, I’m not and I really wish you would take this more seriously. She feels awful for what happened.”

“As evidenced by the fact that she hasn’t called or texted once. Not once, Elain.”

“I know you don’t want to hear it, but Nesta’s right. That phone of yours works two ways. Did you ever consider that maybe mom is scared and waiting for you to come to her?”

My fingers tightened on the phone at my ear. I wanted to throw it across the room. But Rhys had encouraged me to try and I did want to make this work. No matter how much they infuriated me sometimes, I missed my family, feeling like I had a home to come back to at the end of the day.

And she did have a point. I’d never really considered mom’s position in all of this, but my pride still broke anew over me.

“She’s the parent, Elain,” I said letting some of the vulnerability I felt come through. I knew with Elain, at least, she wouldn’t scoff at it. “Parents look after their children. It shouldn’t be the other way around.”

“You realize what you just said, don’t you? What about dad? Are you going to be his parent too?” She wasn’t being mean or even critical. There was just some kind of quiet curiosity on the other end trying to understand a person she didn’t quite see eye to eye with. “Look, just promise me you’ll think about it, okay? I know you don’t think much of us-”

“That’s not true. Why do you think I’m calling?”

Elain sighed. “I know, I know. You’re right, I’m sorry. I just need you to understand that dad has hurt us too, just as much as mom has, and right now it’s easier for us to be away. Please tell me you’ll consider coming with us to dinner with mom? Or that you’ll at least give her a call?”

“Only if you promise to do the same about dad. He misses you too.”

“I think we all do, Feyre. I think we all miss each other.”

“Then why aren’t we together?”

“I don’t know,” and we both sounded so glum. “I just don’t know.”

We hung up and I tried not to let the sense of dread clawing at my heart to break in and weigh me down again. I knew this moment was coming and that it would be hard, but Rhys had told me to choose the good over the bad. He and Mor both had.

It had been months since I’d last spoken to mom and I was still intensely bitter about her leaving. The thought of talking again still left a raw ache in my chest that I had no idea how to stitch back up.

I made it to school chewing on the idea of calling mom as I opened my locker. My backpack made a funny noise as I set it down inside. Was it possible mom hadn’t meant what she’d said the night she left? Did I really make her sick?

Underneath my backpack, a crinkled piece of parchment paper was smashed in half with an odd lump in the middle. A USB stick fell out when I picked it up.

For inspiration, it read it neat elegant script.

I turned the flash drive over in my fingers wondering what Rhys had put on here. I had plans to paint at the gallery later this evening after work. Maybe the timing was fate.

Goodness knew I needed the extra help. Mrs. Weaver pulled me aside in the middle of AP Studio Art to chat about how my senior project was going. When I mentioned that Amren hadn’t drawn anything more than dragons, Mrs. Weaver informed me that Amren had already turned three pieces in and that I should consider doing the same.

“I’m glad you’re keeping up on class assignments,” she said, “but your focus really should be on the self-portraiture. Would it help if I spent some extra time with you to go over it?”

I thought of how my hands were tied practically every day after school already and politely declined claiming I had some ideas lined up that I’d like to try first.

“You didn’t tell me you’d turned in a few pieces already,” I hissed at Amren when Mrs. Weaver let me go.

“You didn’t ask.” I took some time to properly look at what Amren was working on. This whole time I’d only see a strange blur of colors. Now she added lines and shapes began to take form, an abstract version of scales or claws maybe. It was dark and oddly satisfying.

“Looks good, Am.”

A little hum rang in her throat before the overhead speakers blared. Mrs. Weaver gave an exasperated cry at the sound.

“Gooooooood afternooooon, seniors!”

We all looked up puzzled by the random intermission. School announcements were always done in the morning.

“You’ve been waiting. You’ve been voting. And the time is finally here to announce… the 2016 Winter Formal Court!”

“There’s a Winter Formal court?”

“Shit, Feyre. Do you not pay attention to anything?”

“Apparently not.”

I wasn’t even aware we’d voted for a Winter Formal court. I had been busy and my mind was definitely pre-occupied most days, but surely I wasn’t that daft to miss something like this? I was on the actual committee for the dance after all.

The jubilant voice on the speaker read off the list of guys who’d made it and surprise of all surprises, Rhysand was top of the list. As was Cassian, which for a quarterback who spoke Russian and had all the girls swooning made sense.

Morrigan’s was the first name read off for the girls. Amren and I exchanged a knowing look. Mor would be positively delighted, of course. There were three other names ticked off and I was nearly done packing up my supplies when...

“And last but certainly not least, Feyre Archeron! Well done, lords and ladies. We’ll see you at Starfall!”

“Feyre!”

Mrs. Weaver had jumped up from her seat with her hands clapping erratically.

No. No, no, no, no, no, no. I had to have heard wrong. There was no way I was -

“Ha-ha!” Amren was beside herself, her cheeks flaring red from laughing so hard. “You’re on Winter Formal court!”

“I am not,” I hissed. Mother above, I couldn’t possibly.

Amren stood up and swept my hair back marvelously over my shoulder, a regal gesture. “Yes, my dear. I do believe you are.”

I flew from the classroom, ran as fast my legs could carry me. I made it to the admin building at the same time Rhys did.

“Well if it isn’t the newest member of the-”

“Bite me!” I shouted at him and his violet eyes lit up in delight.

“With pleasure, darling, though I had hoped to do it somewhere with a little more privacy.”

“You’re a right royal pain in the ass. Now do something useful and get the door.”

He opened it with that sweeping gesture he sometimes made when he was being dramatic and I ran inside. Somehow, Morrigan had already made it to the meeting room. This time, she had her feet propped up on the table as she leaned back in the chair, hands tucked smugly behind her head. I’d have to remind myself to tell Cassian about that later.

“You,” was all I said. Morrigan laughed her perfect blond head silly.

“Look on the bright side, Feyre. Now you have to come dress shopping with me!”

#myfic #beneath the stars #beneath the stars: a feysand fic #bts #feysand #feyre #rhysand #feysand fanfiction #acomaf #acomaf fanfiction

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