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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!

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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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BTS Reaction #1

They said mean things to you via text while they’re away on tour. Not knowing how to respond, you don’t and hear nothing else from him. One day, you hear a knock on your door and get up to answer. Your boyfriend isn’t due back for another two days, so you don’t expect him to be standing there.

Jin

Jin stands on the other side of your apartment door, holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a bag of takeout from your favorite place. You can tell how sorry he is just by looking at his face and the fact that he brought take out.

“I know I was mean and this doesn’t make up for it, but I’ll make it up to you. I promise.” You smile and take the flowers before wrapping your arms around him. “I’m so sorry, jagi. I really do love you so, so much.”

Yoongi

Yoongi stands there looking shy and maybe a little frustrated. He keeps trying to say something, but stops and closes his mouth. Finally, he just holds out his arms for a hug. Trying not to smile, you give him what he wants and he holds you as if he’s afraid you’d really leave him.

“I love you, you know.” You nod and tell him you love him, too. “Let’s do our thing. Cuddle and nap.”

Hoseok

Hoseok’s crying when you open the door. You’re shocked for a moment, but then throw your arms around his neck and run your fingers through his hair. He holds you a little too tight, but you don’t mind.

“I love you, jagi. I love you so much. Please don’t leave me. I’m sorry for what I said.” You promise you’re never going to leave and tell him you love him, too. After that, you put on his favorite movie and spend the day playing with his hair while his head rests on your chest.

Namjoon

As soon as you open the door, Namjoon’s telling you exactly how sorry he is and how he hopes you didn’t take him seriously and that he loves you more than life itself. He doesn’t give you a chance to get a word in, leaving you with no choice but to kiss him to shut him up.

“Does that mean you’ll give me another chance?” You nod and kiss him again. “I love you, jagiya. Please don’t ever forget that.”

Jimin

Jimin hugs you immediately and starts planting little kisses all over your face. He doesn’t say anything, but he shows you how sorry he is and how much he loves you with affection.

“I love you,” he finally says as you lay tangled up together on the couch. “I hope you have nothing planned for the next two days because I’m going to spend every second proving it to you.”

Taehyung

Taehyung doesn’t stop apologizing as he showers you with kisses all over your face, neck, arms, pretty much anywhere he can. You have to wait until he finally stops to tell him it’s okay and that you love him.

“I’ll never do it again, I promise. I love you so much. Cuddle attack!”

Jungkook

Jungkook would stand there with a scared look on his face, like he was worried you’d turn him away. You stand there, waiting for him to say something. When he doesn’t, you throw yourself at him, knowing that’s what you both want. His arms wrap around your back as he spins you around.

“I love you,” he whispers, holding you tightly. You say it back and tell him he owes you cuddles for being gone so long. Laughing, he agrees and you put on Iron Man while you get your cuddles, harsh words already forgotten.

Love at First Bite - Meetings (Kyungsoo, Pt. 1) [CHRONICLES OF THE WOLF SERIES]

Guess which handsome wolf just came to town! :3 Enjoy, sweets ♥

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You tucked the final covered dish into the third of the large baskets with a proud sigh. Finally, everything was ready. Three big baskets full of food to feed a pack of hungry… werewolves.

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It has been three years since Baz last set foot in in his hometown of Watford, with no plans to return. When a frantic phone call from his stepmother brings him back from university unexpectedly, Baz is forced to confront the events of his past, question his plans for the future, and finally resolve what has haunted him ever since he left Watford–and Simon–behind: do people really get second chances?

genre(s): angst+fluff+smut (in later chapters)

chapter length: 3163 words

triggers/warnings: none for this chapter

author’s note: a giant thank you to @cherryonsimon & @rainbowbaz for the beta/britpicking! full acknowledgments will be posted with the last chapter



The Isle of Mage is six kilometres long and six kilometres wide. It’s home to a mere 1,078 citizens who inhabit its three villages–Salisbury, Thistledown, and Watford. The island relies on tourism as its main source of income, and every year people flock here to see the various sights. There’s no shortage of those; everything from the natural tide pools on the rocky beaches to the castle that looms on top of the hill. It’s the type of idyllic place everyone fantasises about living in.

Everyone who isn’t me, of course.

I hate this place. I’d hated it then, and I hate it still. I hate how small everything is, how everyone seeks to know everyone else’s business. I hate the near constant stench of fish that never seems to go away–despite the fact that the fishery shut down close to a decade ago–and I hate all the fucking sheep.

I hate how everyone is content to stay here, to waste their lives in this mediocre village on this mediocre island where no one has ever actually accomplished anything noteworthy. At all. Ever. (If you don’t believe me, check the Wikipedia page.)

The thought of living here forever–of being stuck–had terrified me as a teenager. I’d always known I would leave when I could, that I had no future here. For most of secondary school all I focused on was getting out. I worked hard to stay at the top of my class, and had my eyes set on uni (any one, really, as long as it wasn’t here) as long as I can remember. It had been the perfect plan; I wasn’t attached enough to anyone on the island to miss them. Not enough to stay.

(Except maybe Simon.)

“I’m going to bed,” Daphne says once she turns off the car.

Her voice sounds remarkably different than it had when she rang me in a panic yesterday afternoon to let me know that she was at the hospital with my father, and that he’d had a heart attack. She hadn’t explicitly asked me to come, but the expectation was obvious. So I did. I came back, like I said I wouldn’t, to play the role of the dutiful son, standing by my father’s bedside and consoling my stepmother as she cried.

I nod to show I’ve heard her, but make no move to exit her SUV. I’m not ready to enter the house just yet. (Or at all, really.)

Eventually the lights inside shut off, and I crack my neck before I climb out, slamming the door harder than necessary. The empty space where my car used to sit makes me sadder than it should. I’d only had it for a short time, but it was long enough to grow attached.

The fact that my father sold it is old news—he wouldn’t allow me to take it to school unless I went to Oxford like he’d wanted. Which I didn’t. So I left it and he sold it. (Bastard.)

My gaze flicks to the right and a slow grin spreads across my face, because on the opposite side of the garage is my father’s most prized possession: his forest green Jaguar, kept in perfectly pristine condition, with the top down and the keys still in the ignition. Growing up I’d barely been allowed to look at it, never allowed to ride in it. Definitely never allowed to drive it.

Taking that car would be a spiteful, juvenile thing. Petty. Immature. Unnecessary.

I do it anyway.

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A Pearl never forgets.

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surprisingly romantic🌸💕

Notes to the girl whose house I live in

by reddit user JJX2525

It took me a week to find where you keep your wifi password. A whole week! I was really worried you’d thrown it away, but lo and behold, there it was in the cutlery drawer of all places. Everything about the way you organize things confuses me. I guess because you live on your own now you just put things any old place. I know there was someone else before, I heard you talking about him on the phone. Johnny, I think? Jimmy? Anyway, I know because you said it was tough being alone. But you’re not alone, of course. You have me!

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