#chap 14

[bridgeportbritt]

Over the Phone | Selvadorada and SimDonia

Bria: Hi, Sweetheart. How'd it go?

Gianni sighs: It went well, I think. I just spoke the truth.

Bria: Well, that's good. That's all you can do, honey. I'm proud of you for even agreeing to do it.

Gianni: Thanks. If it wasn't for Grayson, I probably wouldn't have. Man's all about closure.

Bria: Yeah. He's right, though. Hopefully, this will help you move on from all the crap your dad caused.

Gianni: Yeah, I think it will. At least for most of us. Guy didn't show up to the funeral.

Bria: Really? Hmm. Well, I wouldn't worry too much about it. You all will deal with this in your own way.

Gianni: Yeah, you're right. I plan on inviting him back to the rental. Just to make sure he's alright.

Bria: That's a great idea, honey. He's lucky to have you as a brother.

Gianni: Well, I don't want to keep you. I'm sure you've got a busy day.

Bria: Yeah... certainly an interesting day. Alright, I'll talk to you later, honey. Tell everyone I said hi.

[untaemedqueen]

At Your Service

Escort!Jeongguk x CEO!Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 14.

Series Warnings (Will Be Updated): Angst, Fluff, Cold Heartedness, Emotional Trauma, Healing, Smut, Dark Humor

Your sickness came and went with the wind, almost as if Jeongguk's soup was some sort of magical brew that could save the universe in one fell swoop.

The days after that were simply transcendent. You were slowly coming to the realization that Guk will probably be the first and last great love of your life.

Until you got sick again.

It didn't make any sense, it came out of nowhere and it was more fierce than the first bout of illness you had almost two weeks before that.

You were bedridden for a day, violently ill two days after that and even now it's difficult for you to function.

Namjoon had to buy and set up a computer for you in the empty office that had sat alone in your mansion for years now.

Jeongguk has been ever patient and kind, loving like you cannot believe and incredibly accommodating.

It's really strange for you to feel so well taken care of especially when you're retching over the toilet making ungodly noises at the crack of dawn.

The past couple of days your boyfriend has been begging you to go to the doctor and finally you've heeded it.

You never enjoyed going to doctors, it's as if they got their licenses just to give out bad news. Nevermind the fact that the offices always smell weird and the air within them is practically palpable.

You don't know why all doctors need to give bad news but even today you've heard something grave.

So now as you sit alone in the garden maze of your mansion, you can only stare straight ahead.

You're dumb.

It's that simple.

You're impulsive.

You're fucked.

You've been a shell since the doctor spoke to you. Your heart had been beating so fast and so hard that you can still feel how your chest thuds painfully.

But now, you're simply a shell, void of any emotion.

There's an evening haze that lingers over the bushes of roses before you, it's thick and heavy like you'd lose the sight of your hand inside of it.

You simply stare at the sight before you, allowing your skin to become damp by the small droplets of dew that swirl within the thick layer of fog.

How did this happen? How did your life become the way it is now? What did you do to deserve this?

Once again, the walls Jeongguk fought to break down are immediately patched up and even thicker than before. It's a tragedy, really.

Or maybe the tragedy is finding love in your heart for him.

When your phone rings, it tears you from your mind numbing thoughts.

With lazy eyes and the tilt of your head, you look down to the ringing device beside you.

You have no feelings, no emotion. You want nothing more than to crawl into your bed and just wither away.

"Yes?" you answer, picking up the phone and lifting your hand into the thick haze before you.

"Madam, there's a Jeon Jeongguk here at the gate for you."

He'll never know why you're breaking it off. He'll never understand.

You, yourself, will never understand.

But the mistakes you've made with him are far too many to count.

To let yourself become lost and loving under his spell… It's unforgivable. To let yourself make such a mistake with him is… earth shatteringly impressive.

"He's not welcome here anymore. Please take him off the list. Jimin Park and Taehyung Kim too," you chirp, ending the call without another word.

The world around you is quiet for a moment, it's peaceful and lulling you into its clutches of madness before your phone begins to ring once more with a confused Jeongguk who could only want an explanation.

Silencing your phone, you stand. Your long black silk robe meets the soft, dewy grass underfoot and solemnly you make your way back to your mansion.

You can hear Jeongguk shouting your name in the distance, you can hear the horn of Taehyung's car blaring to no avail.

Once you're back in your sterile house and you close the back doors, the world is silent once again.

Jeongguk sits on his couch, arms folded as he stares at the screen of his phone.

It's almost as if he's trying to will it to give him a phone call with your name on it.

He doesn't know what went wrong.

What did he do? What did you find out at the doctor?

Hawking jumps up beside him, obviously missing the body who has been coddling him the past month. Guk can find no easy way to move, he feels sluggish and torn.

The Great Dane has to forcibly worm his strong head onto the escort's lap to even get some sort of attention.

"What'd I do?" Jeongguk asks his pet sullenly, burying his face into the top of his dog's head.

He was gone from your sight for all of four hours and now he's single and alone.

"Fuck!" he seethes through his teeth sharply, earning a weary puppy before him who he apologizes to for scaring.

He fucking loves you, he's all in in this relationship but to have no way of even contacting you? It's tearing him apart.

He knows you blocked his number, he knows you took away his privilege to get into your gated community, he knows it all.

But he doesn't know why!

Even Jimin and Taehyung can't even see you. What did he do wrong?

This feeling, this is different than when he was with Chloe. By the end of his time with her, he was a ball of angry and violent energy. Now, he's just an emotional mess who's scared and confused, heartbroken even.

"Let's go to bed," he breathes to Hawking, shaking his head.

You're going to work from home from now on.

You decided this almost immediately when you woke up the next day.

You weren't sick, you didn't feel any illness but you're not ready to face the world. Once you're outside of the gates of your community… anything could happen.

Grabbing your glass of orange juice, you sit down at the large desk within your home office. It's quiet in here with memories of Guk helping move stuff floating around the room like spiritual shadows.

Even when you woke up this morning the regret that lingered through your limbs was monumental. Jeongguk must be losing his fucking mind over you.

To have no explanation given, to rip yourself away from him so fast… you're causing him so much pain.

Chloe hurt him and betrayed him, that relationship made him into nothing. It brought him to lengths you wouldn't wish on anyone. And you're doing something almost as evil to him now…

He fucking loves you and you're… gone.

You can feel bile wanting to retch from you like you're a possessed demon and you can only think that this is what you deserve.

Turning on your computer, you stare straight ahead at the little teddy bear that sits atop the new couch by your desk.

Guk bought it and left it for you, a sweet secret present you very much adored.

"I thought you could use a friend while you work. Every time you look at the bear, it'll remind you of me and I'll always be with you."

With a whimper, you bury your face into your hands.

You hate this.

But most of all, you hate yourself.

Jeongguk bursts through your office doors with tired eyes that hold venom and fire within the pupils. The security couldn't stop him even though he had his access restricted and with a heaving breath he fixes his leather jacket.

"Dude," Namjoon guffaws, stepping out of your office.

"Where is she?" Guk inquires, waltzing with quick, angry steps towards your office.

"She's not with you? She didn't come in to work today, I dunno," Joon replies flippantly, folding his arms and leaning against the doorjamb.

When security arrives, your co-worker seems to grasp the situation just a tad bit better. He holds out his finger, telling them to wait as he takes in your disheveled boyfriend. "What happened?"

"She went to the doctors and then she fucking blocked me from everything and took away my access to see her! I don't even… I don't know what I did! I didn't do anything for her to act like this towards me!"

The blonde haired man before him fixes his glasses and he thinks carefully for a moment to weigh his options.

When you were with Guk, you were better. It's just that simple. Anyone could see it. You had a soul, you had emotions, it was really nice to see you in a comfortable light for once.

But you are casting him away… there's something wrong.

Namjoon has known you for years now and he knows that you're impulsive, he knows you're almost too ready to let things go at the drop of a hat but not with Guk.

You're invested -- were invested.

He can see just how broken and lost the escort is and even though he disliked him not too long ago… he can't help but feel bad for him.

"I'll pay Y/N a visit, see if she's okay and get some answers," your co-worker promises.

"Really?!" Guk gasps, widening his eyes.

"Yeah, I'll see what's up," Joon assures him, putting his glasses back on.

"Thank you!" the escort cries, coursing his fingers through his long black hair.

Namjoon hasn't been to your mansion since that fateful day, the day he realized he had absolutely no chance with you.

It was a cold slap in the face when he walked in on you. He finally understood in that minute that all the hoping he'd done for years now meant absolutely nothing.

You weren't his to have and it was that simple. And although it hurt him deeply to come face to face with reality, he's still your friend, he's still an adult. He still cares for you.

When he pulled up to the gates of your community, he was immediately let in.

Joon is confused with how to feel, if he's being honest. Should he be happy that he's still on the guest list or should he be offended that you don't care nearly as much for him as you do for two other people you only met a month ago to take away their visiting rights? It's hard for him to process.

On the other hand, he's incredibly worried about you. You were fine just two simple days ago and now you're locking yourself away in the black, sterile mansion once more.

Your co-worker can only think the news from the doctor is grave. He hopes you don't have a month to live or something like that because he won't handle it well at all.

He still fucking loves you, for God's sake.

All of this weighs heavily on his mind and shoulders as he steps up the stairs to the large glass doorway of your house.

Joon thinks about ringing the bell before he simply opens the door with the spare key that you haven't moved since he last let himself in.

If he rings the bell, you might simply decide not to answer at all.

Letting himself in, he calls your name which is drowned out by the loud opera that screeches throughout the house.

This is bad. Opera is a coping mechanism for you.

Namjoon creeps through your house quietly, hoping to not scare you if he sees you. He's almost positive that you're not in the mood for visitors.

Stepping up to the speakers that forcibly shake the floor around it with how loud the bass is, he lowers it.

That should get you to come out of whenever you're hiding.

He waits patiently for a moment before you appear in the hallway with curious eyes.

Joon in all his time has never seen you like this, you're wearing Jeongguk's hoodie and a pair of leggings that seem like they just came right out of the package.

When your eyes meet, you deflate visibly and trudge back into your office.

Joon follows after you, sketching your appearance into his mind like a quick artist.

You have bags under your eyes and yet they're puffy like you've been crying oceans and oceans of tears.

When he steps into your office, he watches you sullenly lay back down on the couch, clutching a random stuffed teddy bear.

"Y/N," Namjoon whispers softly, almost as if he's talking to a wounded fierce animal.

"What?" you breathe, your voice is hoarse and monotone.

"What's going on?" he inquires, sitting down on the Persian carpet beside you and unbuttoning his suit jacket.

"Nothing," you mumble stubbornly, letting your eyes flutter shut.

You're not yourself, obviously.

You bring your knees to your chest, hugging the teddy bear tighter and Joon can't help but feel his heart thud painfully at the sight.

"What'd the doctor tell you?" he inquires softly, pushing stray hairs off your wet cheeks.

He won't ask about Jeongguk just yet, he can see the emotional turmoil you're stewing in and bringing up the man might just break you.

"Nothing," you repeat monotonously.

"I'm here to help, sweetheart. Talk to me," the blonde man practically begs, leaning back against the couch to give you your privacy.

He stares at the intricate paintings along the wall as his temple connects with the top of your head sweetly.

You find some sort of ease with the touch and you sigh softly.

You sit in silence for a bit, listening to the now soft opera screeching into your ears. Once you say the words it'll mean that it's true. Are you ready to speak them?

Taking a deep breath, you just decide to say it.

You tell Joon the doctor's orders and he turns his head towards you with wide eyes.

"Are you serious?" he gasps, looking down at you.

You simply look up at him with broken eyes that scream that this is the truth.

"Y/N… you have to tell him," Namjoon whispers, coursing his warm thumbs over your cheeks.

"No!" you gasp, sitting up sharply.

Joon breathes a heavy sigh, standing up only to sit down beside you and pull you into his chest.

"You can't hide this. It's wrong," he coos softly.

The feeling of his suit fabric against yours is oddly comforting and your eyes snap shut.

The weight of telling someone else feels relieving but now that it's out there in the open… it makes an Earth sized hole in your soul.

"He'll hate me," you announce after a moment.

"He hates that you've cast him away," Joon replies simply.

"You saw him?"

"He came by the office earlier. He's a mess without you," your co-worker murmurs.

"I'm a mess without him," you say honestly.

"So what are you going to do?"

In all actuality, you don't know what the fuck you're doing. You don't know how the fuck to proceed with your life. You wish you could just stay in your mansion everyday for years to come. But it can't be that simple.

With a sigh you bury your face farther into Joon's chest and sob softly.

"I don't know," you cry out, wrapping your arms around his strong torso.

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[the-bhg-diamond-god]

Good People Legacy

Disclaimer

Chapitres : 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15

/!\TW : violence, sang, propos homophobes /!\

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[deathberi]

🌼🌼🌼 EC SEASON 14 🫱🏻‍🫲🏼 R1 CHAPTER 14 🫱🏻‍🫲🏼 R2 CHAPTER 14 🌼🌼🌼

[fylwertastic]

I have NO IDEA what does HG want us to feel about her cause the only thing she inspires in me is dread. LEAVE ME BE WHITE WOMAN

[mutantninjamidlifecrisis]

Since it's been some time, I'm going to use this opportunity to provide some quick chapter summaries (beneath read more) to help jog your memory if you need it (beware of spoilers up to chapter 12).

Chapter 1 (Prologue): Future Leo (Leon) hurtles back to the past (present?), losing his prosthetic arm in the process. He lands six months after the events of the rottmnt movie in the timeline, where he immediately falls into Big Mama’s hands. 

Chapter 2 (Mysterious Figures and Malcontent Customers): Casey and April get fired from a job (again) after the boys crash into their workplace during a fight. They hang out on a rooftop, and all is well until they realise Leo has disappeared. They identify a running suspect in the streets and follow them down into the subway system. 

Chapter 3 (Messy Reunions): Leon grapples with a presence corrupting his thoughts and controlling his actions. The rest of the crew find both Leos, and are cornered into a fight with the older slider.

Chapter 4 (Homecoming): Leon wakes up to find himself in a home and surrounded by family he’d thought he’d never see again. Splinter catches him up to speed on how the dice fell in this timeline. Leon – fresh off losing nearly everything he’s ever loved and still grappling for a handle on this second start he doesn’t feel he deserves – lies about not knowing who was behind their attack out of fear that the team might go after them. 

Chapter 5 (The Morning After): Leo and Leon have their first real conversation/meeting. The gang have breakfast together.

Chapter 6 (Second Chances): Leon and Casey have a hard conversation. Signs of the trauma Leon’s trying to keep on the down low bubble to the surface whilst he’s spending time with Mikey. Later, the team tries to track down possible suspects as to who may have behind Leon’s mind-control. 

Chapter 7 (A Chip on His Shoulder): The team has a pizza break at Señor Hueso’s, then leaves to track down one more lead. Their efforts prove fruitless, and Leon disappears before the end of the night. Leo heads to April’s to have a chat with Casey. Leon heads to April’s to get some stitches. 

Chapter 8 (Donnie): Leon helps Donnie work on something in the garage, and the two have some time to get to know each other again.

Chapter 9 (Red Sky at Night): While Donnie’s asleep, Leon sabotages some of the progress he’s been making towards identifying Big Mama as their culprit. Leon and Raph wrestle in the dojo. Leon and Casey clear up some misunderstandings, and all is looking up.

Chapter 10 (Red Sky in the Morning): Donnie gifts Leon a new and improved arm. Leon and Leo get into another argument. Later that night, he and Leo run into each other again under less than ideal circumstances. They’re both captured by Big Mama, who lays out some new terms.

Chapter 11 (Into the Nexus): Leon tries to plan a way out. The team back home realise both Leos have disappeared. Leon has his first fight in Big Mama’s new Battle Nexus.

Chapter 12 (Lay of the Land): Leo tries to figure out how to teleport. Leon comes across a familiar face in the arena.

[potatobugz]

hellooo... wanted to give a bit of an update on tptbu bc i havent posted abt it in a while. im still working on it! take this art i made of the death pact againers because i love them

[i-ran-into-a-lampost]

Save the Last Dance you will always be famous

I read those goddamn 'One of Ben's necrofriggian kids return' fics and now I think about them everyday help.

[rewritingcanon]

this is very much peak post-epilogue ginny weasley @ the daily prophet in days after death

[a-what-kind-of-entity]

HAHAHAHAHA

NEVER GIVE UP

[bridgeportbritt]

Eric's Residence | Sage, SimDonia

Eric: How was your day?

Ella: Uh, it was... interesting.

Eric: Really? How so?

Ella: Well, I was, uh, studying with the girls earlier.

Eric: Ah, so gossiping and copying each other's homework?

Ella laugh: Basically.

Eric: Sounds like more fun than me and Anthony's gym session.

Ella: Yeah, it was fun. We just... got to talking about, you know, our love lives and stuff.

Eric: Oh?

Ella: Yeah. I didn't really know what to say...

Eric: What do you mean?

Ella: The girls were wondering about us since we've been hanging out a lot. Like if we were... dating.

Eric: Oh. So, what did you say?

Ella: That's we're just hanging out.

Eric: I see. Well, what did you want to say?

Ella: I don't know. I don't want to assume anything. It's not like we've had that talk.

Eric: Yeah. I guess I haven't really made any moves because I didn't want to assume anything either.

Ella: But, you want to? Make a move, I mean?

Eric: Yeah! I mean... if that's what you want. Is it?

Ella: That is what I want. Sorry that I haven't been clearer.

Eric: Don't be. It's nerve-wracking when it's someone you've cared about for so long. I wouldn't want to do anything to ruin our friendship.

Ella: Yeah, me either.

Eric: Well... how's this for a move?

I've been having a blast playing with these two, so I thought I'd share some of their cute gameplay moments as a couple!

[hyeahgaku]

Suzuki-sensei's comment this week (2024/09/16)

[darlingod]

Jude not thinking much about stealing a book from Cardan:

A piece of paper falls out:

[losersimonriley]

Some of my favourite working chapter titles in this godforsaken story

[ad-hawkeye]

me: i should check in to see what's happening with the tot main story while i've been gone

the tot main story:

me: well okay!

[here-have-some-stories]

Silent Laughter Chapter 14: Final Chapter

Chapter 1 Chapter 13

I looked at my calendar. Twenty X’s for twenty days. I had no idea when, or if, my old life - the life where I was happy - was ever coming back. My guess was that it wasn't. People don’t just rise from the dead. But to be fair, after everything that had happened, I wouldn’t be that surprised.

I was exhausted. I hadn’t slept at all since arriving at the shed, not trusting what might happen. I was scared that I might be reaching my limits by keeping my eyes open. Realistically, I realised I wouldn’t be able to stay awake for much longer. Even while thinking these thoughts I could feel my eyelids starting to fall. 

I decided I might as well give in to sleep. I would probably die from exhaustion if I didn’t. It was a funny thought. Dying from exhaustion after everything that had happened. 

The dark shed began to grow darker as my eyes slowly closed. I was pretty much already asleep before they even finished closing, but through very slight consciousness, and thinly slitted eyes, I could swear I could see two long pale legs suddenly appearing in front of me. 

With no more energy left in my body to even open my eyes back up, I let sleep consume me.

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I woke up and noticed two things. The first is that there is a horrible pain around my eyes. The second thing is that I can’t open them, and I’m kept in pitch darkness. I bring my hands up to my face, and feel horror wash over my body. How I didn’t notice this before I don’t know, but feeling my face with my fingers tells me that my eyes aren’t even there now. It feels as if my eyelids have been sewn over, and I can feel the string threading them together. 

I feel sick to my stomach, but I force myself to calm down, because I need to make sure that creature hasn’t done anything else. It probably has. I get to my knees and hold my arms out in front of me, feeling my way around the shed. I find the wall and move myself around the other three walls, before deciding to just aimlessly swing my arms around, hoping to capture something that could give me a sign that my things hadn’t been taken again. But I couldn’t feel anything. I was fairly certain the creature had taken all my food. And my calendar. 

Then I felt something. I couldn’t tell what it was, but it felt to be in a rectangle shape, it was also hard and cold. I could feel there were bumps on the top side of it and I traced my fingers along them. Feeling the bumps and I quickly figured out that they were spelling out letters. I traced around each letter, silently mouthing them to myself.

F R I E N D

I could feel the bump of a tick next to the last letter. I didn’t know what it meant, but then I remembered the sheet of paper with the questions, and my wrong answer. Was this the answer I was supposed to give? The thought unsettled me.

I hadn’t even tried to open the shed door up. I’m pretty sure I forgot to try. Standing up I walked forwards until I reached one of the walls, and felt my way around until I felt the crack that indicated the sliding door. I tried to pull it open, but it wouldn’t budge. I tried harder, and it still wouldn’t move an inch. I was trapped.

This must be what the creature was planning. Trapping me in the shed, taking away my food, and my sight. It was planning to starve me, while all I could see was black.

This was by far the most terrifying thing the creature had done.

And woo hoo it's done! No more of Jim. Sometime, hopefully tommorow, I'm going to post pictures of all my pages of planning I had for this just because I can, along with a fun fact or two about this story. I really hope you liked this, and please give feedback, comments, reviews, likes, reblogs, anything. Funny that this story started off as a school creative writing task and then I just decided to expand upon it. Anyway, now I can focus on finishing Massacre Masquerade and Paper Love, and the think of more stories. Please send suggestions and/or requests for new stories if you have any. You can either message me or send them in as asks. -Kenickie