out of the pocket

Castaway {ACOTAR/Chapter 14}

Word Count: 2,523

Summary:  A modern-day University AU, from the A Court of Thorns and Roses universe. All characters belong to Sarah J. Maas. The idea for this fanfic hailed from prompts sent in by Anonymous, and @queen-archeron. You can read previous chapters here.

Author’s Note: We’ve got six more chapters left! I hope you enjoy this one, and as always, I would love to know what you think. :)

PS: I don’t know why tags aren’t working, y’all. I promise I have tagged all who have asked! If you aren’t getting notifications….I’ve tried everything!

Originally posted by freetrolltv

Cassian caught Nesta just before she could slump to the ground.

He ignored the fact that his bag, and now his few groceries, were covered in Mother knows what, and fished his credit card out of his pocket with his other hand, as he held Nesta tightly against his body with the other.

“Sir!” A young sales associate ran up the aisle, where the couple was kneeling on the floor. “Are you okay? Is she okay? Can I help? Is she okay?”

“She’s okay,” Cassian said, calmly, all his anger having faded into oblivion the moment Nesta began to hurl up her guts. “I’ve got her.”

The boy nodded, slowly backing away. “Okay. Have a…..good night.”

“Wait,” Cassian stopped him, handing him his card. “Mind ringing me up?”

After letting the boy know what was in his bag so he wouldn’t have to dig through horrendous amounts of disgust, he was on his way, and ten minutes later, with his bag around his wrist and Nesta cradled in both of his arms, he was out on the starlit streets of Velaris.

His apartment was less than a block away, but his leg was hurting like hell. It was healing, sure, but the amount of pressure he was putting on it had him cringing.

“You don’t have to carry me,” Nesta said, her eyes drooping. She was exhausted. She must not have kept anything down for a day. Maybe even two.

There was no bite in her voice, though.

And there was none in Cassian’s either as he replied, “I’ve got you.”

She didn’t fight anymore.

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brandon: [sneezes] i keep trynna tell y’all boys, these instagram boys. i see a lot of mini-me’s, a lot of brandon juniors. i mean, i would wanna be me too, [sneezes]

me, his adoring girlfriend: Oh My God! you good, bro?

brandon: [sniffs] my allergies actin’ up.

me: your allergies?

brandon: yep. i’m allergic to the bullshit. [takes some pills out from his pocket and starts poppin em]

me: OH MY GOOOD! YOU MIGHTA DID SOME SHHIT! you poppin pills, bro?

brandon: nah, these my anxiety medicine.

me: anxiety medicine?

brandon: [looks into the distance] ‘cause i sense the bitch in these boys [looks back at me and removes glasses] and it makes me nervous.

me, softly: Oh My Goooooood!

brandon: [puts his glasses back on] we off topic right now. you see what i got on. i got the prettymuch shirt, had to advertise.

me, softer: Oh My Gooood!

brandon: you know what i got underneath the prettymuch?

me: what you got underneath the prettymuch?

brandon: [removes his prettymuch shirt] another prettymuch.

me: Oh My Gooooood!

brandon: you know what i got underneath the prettymuch?

me: what you-? another prettymuch?

brandon: [scoffs] what? [chuckles] of course not. [removes his second prettymuch shirt] my safety vest.

me: your safety vest?

brandon: ‘cause i’m tired of tellin these boys. [picks up stop sign] can’t stop. won’t stop.

me: OH MY GOD, DIFFEREEEEENT!

brandon: [flips the stop sign over to reveal SLOW on the other side and signals me to walk. turns it back over to STOP and poses]

me: HES SO DIFFEREEEEEEEENT!

brandon:

anonymous asked:

HOW DO U GET UR PARENTS TO BUY U A NEW PHONE I'm in the same situation as you and I'm DYING

WELL i had my phone for like 3 yrs nd i asked for a new phone for christmas right

so pocket camp came out FUCKING EARLY and i was LEFT IN THE DUST so i asked my parents for my phone early instead of getting it on christmas day djkdkjs