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miyuhpapayuh · 10 months

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20. It's about to be a girl fight.

1996

Stepping out of the shower, Stevie tightens her pink cotton towel around her frame and heads across the hall, rummaging through her side of the closet in Rod's room.

Growing completely attached at the hip, Stevie temporarily packed up most of her stuff and moved in, which had Rod over the moon with excitement.

"Hey," coming in the room with a plate of waffles with strawberries plopped on top and extra drizzles of syrup, he sits it on his desk. "I made you breakfast."

She turns around and smiles, welcoming the million kisses that he urgently presses to her lips.

"Thanks, baby."

"You're more than welcome." He releases her, letting her go back to picking out her clothes for the day.

"When do you go back to work?," he asks, sitting on the edge of his bed, tugging on his bottom lip as she comes out of her towel to lotion up.

"Tomorrow. I called Claire and she's so excited that I'm finally coming back. Rena and Alana must be driving her crazy." Rod chuckles, tearing his eyes away from her and staring towards the window, watching the rain slack up.

"You miss their crazy asses, huh?"

"I really do. I miss Tyler, too. I haven't seen her, since Thursday."

"Why don't you go and see her? I'm sure she'd love that." He turns back to her, watching her button up the mustard colored button down and fasten the button on her high-waisted jeans.

"I could do that. I just don't know how busy she'll be with Tasha and everything. I guess I'll call her." She closes the closet door and heads towards her plate, popping a strawberry into her mouth as Rod pulls her onto his lap.

"You look good," he kisses her neck, causing the giddy smile to make its way onto her lips.

"I do, huh?"

"Mmhm. Real good." Repeating the action, she scrunches up and giggles, pushing him away. In the midst, he gets a whiff of her sweet scent.

"Whatchu got on? You smell like sugar," he obnoxiously sniffs her, causing her to suck her teeth.

"Cut it out! It's vanilla body butter. You like it?"

"Hell yeah, you smell good than a muthafucka." He grins up at her, earning an eye roll in return.

"Such a way with words."

After she finishes her breakfast, they're off to their classes.

Pulling her bag out of his backseat, she groans and steps out onto the pavement. Rod rounds the car and calmly hovers over her tiny frame.

"You sure you're gonna be okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just have the most boring classes. Creative writing is my last class, so I'll just suffer until then." She pouts.

"Tuck that lip in, girl. It'll be over, before you know it."

"You promise?"

"I promise." He holds his pinky up, linking his with hers, before kissing her knuckles.

"When's your last class?" He asks, leading them into the stuffy building.

"One-fifteen. What about you?"

"One," he chuckles, "funny how that plays out, but I'll be waiting for you, like always."

"You're the sweetest." She pinches his cheek.

"For you? Anything."

Reluctantly heading in opposite directions, Stevie heads into her earth science class, already dreading the hour and a half.

Finding a seat near the back, she plops down and sighs, feeling a pair of eyes burn a hole in the side of her face.

Raising an eyebrow, she looks in their direction. "Can I help you?"

The blonde points to the faded purple bruise underneath her eye and very bluntly asks, "what happened to your face?"

"You don't just ask people questions, like that."

"Was it your boyfriend? I was in an abusive relationship, too—" Stevie's eyes widen as she rushes to cut the girl off.

"Girl, relax. My boyfriend has never put his hands on me. I'm sorry that somebody did that to you, but that's not the case on my side."

"Well, are you okay?"

"Yes.”

The girl nods, tearing her eyes away from Stevie.

"I didn't mean to pry. I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"I got it. I'm fine, thanks."

Truthfully, it'd been a little under a year since the whole ordeal had went down and she still found herself on edge about it, understandably.

Rod had to basically stronghold her into staying home, because she wasn't ready and she knew it, but she was stubborn and didn't want to be confined. But, after her last nightmare, he'd put his foot down.

Staying inside became normal to her, after a while. She'd do her homework through email and her mama's fax machine, or through Rod.

She'd occasionally take a walk around the block if she needed to get away, even drive here and there. Rod became her personal chef in no time, cooking all her favorites and contributing to her noticeable weight gain.

Her scars had healed up, nicely, but they were still faintly visible. She'd gotten tired of covering them up with makeup, after she had a terrible break out on. Wearing a bare face wasn't an issue, but the stares did get very annoying.

People always glaring at her a little too long. Even giving Roderick ugly stares, with their own assumptions as to why her face and arm looked the way it did.

"It's nice to have you back, Miss Johnson."

"Thanks. It's nice to be back.”

Taking a good semester off and roughly six months out from work, due to random migraines and dizzy spells, her mood also decided to plummet a little.

Blinking the time away, she's finally free to roam the campus for the next thirty minutes, bumping into Tyler on the way, almost jumping into her arms.

"God, have I missed you." Tyler embraces her in the same fashion, before they find a place to talk, deciding on the library.

"I missed you, too. How is everything?"

"Everything is... everything, honestly. I'm finally getting back in the swing of things. I go back to work, tomorrow."

"That's good! I'm glad you're finally out of that house!"

"Me too, honestly. I didn't mind being taken care of, though." Stevie admits, making Tyler laugh.

"Girl, I'm officially jealous. Oh, my cousins told me to tell you hello."

"How're they doing?"

"They're good!, Tia and I have been taking turns watching out for Tasha, helping her get back on her feet, taking her to therapy, making sure she eats even if she doesn't really have an appetite.... it's a lot, but I'm glad she's home."

"Does the appetite thing have a negative effect on her?" Stevie asks.

"Yeah, doc said something about a stitch? I don't know." Tyler shrugs, before glancing at Stevie's face.

"Your face looks so much better, babe."

"Does it, really? Cause bitches keep staring at me, like I need to be the poster child for a domestic violence campaign!"

"Someone asked if Rod hit you?!"

"Someone— try every-fucking-body, girl. I've only been here for an hour and some change and I'm ready to crawl back into bed."

"Wow. Start telling everybody what really happened," she laughs, "they'll leave you alone, then."

"Nah, these muthafuckas crazy. They'd be askin' for details and shit."

"You're probably right. Hey, what happened to that bitch that was pushin' up on ya boy?"

"I honestly don't know, now that you mention it. I haven't seen her, since I've been back."

"Hm. Interesting."

"No it ain't. She better stay hidden, too, cause her ass is still on my list."

"You say it's on sight, huh?" Stevie just gives Tyler a look, telling her everything she needs to know.

"Wow... can I watch?"

"You're so annoying, man."

"We both know that. Hey, you and Rod should come over for dinner on Saturday. Tasha wants to see you. My parents are coming, but they promised to be on their best behavior."

"Oh boy.... I'll come for y'all, but I'm keeping my eye on those parents of yours. They get a little outta hand."

"Don't I know it.," Tyler rolls her eyes, "but, great! It'll be around six or so, but I'll call you."

"Alright, sounds good. Well, I gotta get to this next class, but I love you and I'm so glad I ran into you." They both stand up.

"I love you, too." Tyler pulls Stevie into a tight hug. "I'll see you, Saturday."

Stevie nods, before heading back in the opposite direction.

Sitting for the second time, today, she groans and stares straight up at the clock, watching the little hand tick around and abruptly stop, causing her to curse underneath her breath.

"Son of a bitch."

"Language, Miss johnson." Her professor snaps.

"My bad."

"You've been out for quite some time. I'm proud of you for keeping yourself caught up on everything." Stevie smiles.

"Well, I take pride in staying on top of everything."

"I'm sure you do," a girl near the back of the room mumbles. Stevie looks behind her and rolls her eyes, not even caring to scope the girl out.

"Anyways," Stevie continues, "thank you."

"You're welcome, dear.," she stares behind Stevie's head, pointing her finger, "next time you make a remark like that, we'll be on high school time and you can call your mother and tell her why you can't act right in class. Grow up."

Stevie full on snickers, along with a few others. Soon, the mundane mood returns and she's ready to pull her eyeballs out and sit them on her desk.

By the time the class could be properly dismissed, she rushes out of the door, grumbling to herself as the crowd of students seems to double as she squeezes her way through.

Rod's standing next to his his car, waiting for Stevie's last class to let out so they can hit their favorite wing spot.

He hears his name and looks up, his eyes immediately rolling upward at the sight of the pretty girl with the ugly attitude that was Tara. She was coming his way with an extra swing to her curvy hips.

"Lord, this broad finna get me killed," he says to himself.

"Hey, Jamal," she stops in front of him, a deceptively sweet smile on her face.

He scrunches his face at her name choice, flipping his snapback to the back.

"What? That's not your name anymore?," she asks.

"What you want, Tara?"

"Damn. Who pissed in your Cheerios this morning? I was just coming to invite you to this little kickback I'm throwing at my house this weekend."

"Thanks, but imma have to pass on that." He knows nothing good can come out of being anywhere with Tara, especially at her house.

"Come on now, Rod. I thought we were cool. You can bring 'lil miss thing, too."

"You know her name, Tara. See, 'lil shit like that is why we can't be cool."

"Rod, I'm just kidding. Look, I promise I'll be good."

Something about her tone feels...grimy. There's an undercurrent that isn't as innocent as she was trying to let on. "I just wanna spend some time with an old friend. What's so bad about that?"

"Nothing when you don't have the history we do. And my girl really don't fuck with you, so there's no need for any of that."

"What can I do to prove to her it's not like that?," she asks, annoyed.

"Leave us alone," he says matter-of-factly.

"Word?," she runs her fingers through her fiery red hair, "One new girl in a list of many, and we not nothing anymore? That's what that means?," she says inching closer to fill the gap between his spread legs, a look in her eyes that would break him if it were Stevie's eyes he was looking into.

But they weren't. They had a jade-like lustre, but lacked all traces of the warmth looking into Stevie's soulful brown eyes filled him with.

It was really no contest.

As he was pushing her back a voice sounded, and by the tone, he knew it was about to get really ugly, really fast.

Little to both of their knowledge, Stevie's class let out, and she was making her way to his car, but stopped short to watch the scene in front of her play out.

"That's exactly what the fuck it means, bitch."

Her signature gold hoops were already out of her ears, having snatched them off and chucked them in her bag.

Rod can't get a single word out before she's pushing him back to put more distance between them, shrugging off her bag.

"I'm truly sick and motherfuckin' tired of having to see you in my man's face every time I look up," her pointer finger is dangerously close to Tara's face.

Of course Rod knows Stevie curses, but her mouth is a new level of slick. It's a terrible time, but he's turned on to the max.

Tara makes the mistake of flicking her hand away, a smug look on her face.

"Baby girl, that's everybody's man. You better get used to that shit."

Stevie merely nods, "Bet."

Blindsiding Tara, Stevie cocks back and sends a quick, yet powerful left to Tara's eye.

Several 'oh shit's' sound throughout the parking lot, but Stevie pays it zero mind. Her only purpose in the moment is to black both of her target's eyes, quite possibly worse.

Tara's no stranger to street fights, so she tries to hold her own, getting in a nasty scratch to Stevie's cheek.

They trade blows, both catching each other with substantial punches.

Tara dips under Stevie's arms and tackles her to the pavement, gaining the upper hand long enough to backhand her and swing her arm to catch the other cheek with her palm.

She's no match for her unbridled rage, though. Stevie hooks her leg around Tara and rolls them over, sending blow after blow to her face. Tara grabs a chunk of her hair, angering her further.

"Let my fuckin' hair go!," she sends a punishing lick straight to her nose. She's positive she broke it.

Good.

She feels arms trying to pull her away and a soft voice near her ear attempting to calm her down.

She flings her arm backward and catches whomever the unlucky bastard was directly in the forehead in a very Helga from Hey Arnold! fashion.

All she sees is black.

It takes two pairs of arms to finally pry her off the girl who is near motionless.

She snatches herself away from both of them when they get her far enough away from the body.

"I'm good! Worry about scraping that bitch up off the ground."

She briskly walks away from the scene, leaving her bag where it lay.

"Stevie, wait!" Rod grabs it and jogs to quickly catch up to her.

She speeds up her pace in an effort to get as far away from everybody as possible.

"Stevie, stop!" He grabs her arm, only needing a light amount of force to turn her around.

"Don't touch me," she says, yanking from his hold, pushing him back.

Rod runs his hand over his face, exhaling harshly to calm himself, watching her continue to go off. "Go help that dog-faced hoe find her teeth."

"I don't want shit to do with that girl! Fuck you mad at me for??”

"You let the conversation go on too fucking long! I been told you the type of time her ass was on, and you still let the bitch play in your face!"

At this point, people are looking at the continued spectacle, some worried there may be a second fight.

"Stevie, let's talk about this at home," Rod says uninterested in giving nosy Nancy's any more entertainment.

"I ain't going nowhere with you!"

He pinches the bridge of his nose, feeling a migraine come on.

"Alaina," he started in a tone that brooked no argument, "let's go."

She stares at him with no back down in her gaze, until she, too, was made aware of the many pairs of eyes privy to their argument.

She sighs, relenting and walking with Rod to his car.

They ride in silence for a long while before she breaks it with something he never thought he'd hear out of her.

An apology.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have put all that on you. I know it wasn't your fault that she ain't take the hint. I know you did and said everything you needed to, to get her to see the point."

He can tell she's sincere, even though her eyes stay on the road ahead of them. He remains silent, sensing there's more on the tip of her tongue.

"I was just so...mad. I haven't felt that kind of rage since...," she trails off, but he knows exactly where she's coming from. "She was just another person who wasn't going to stop until she tore us apart for good. And I'll be damned if I was just gonna let her," her voice breaks up toward the end, making him soften even further.

He chances resting his hand on her thigh, thankful she doesn't rebuff him, and squeezes it. She places her scuffed up hand on top of his.

"I understand, baby," he says softly, "trust me, I do."

They make it home where Stevie grabs a rag and a bowl of ice to tend to her injuries.

"I'm proud of you, shorty," Rod leans on the wall as Stevie places the bare ice cube on her bruised knuckle.

She scoffs a laugh, staring at him through her lashes. "You ain't mad ‘bout ya forehead, no more?"

"Nah, it was an accident, remember?" He replies, sarcastically.

"I swear it was." She snickers. He walks towards her and wraps his arms around her waist, kissing her neck.

"Does it still hurt?," he asks, cupping his hand underneath hers, catching the water from the ice, before it hits the floor.

"Not really, it just stings."

She grabs the rag off the counter and dries her hand, before reaching for the gauze.

"Let me do it." He walks in front of her and rolls out the white adhesive bandage.

"You want it wrapped tight?" He rolls it around her hand, twice. She winces, causing him to start unwrapping it.

"No, that was fine. Go ahead." He nods, before wrapping it another time, and tearing off the excess.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." He thumbs over the inch long scratch on her face, scowling.

"It's ugly, I know." Stevie laughs.

"It'll fade," pulling her into him, he kisses her, "you're still beautiful."

"Mmhm?, what else?" She asks between kisses.

"Mm, you're a bad ass.," picking her up, he unceremoniously knocks everything off the counter, placing her on top of it.

Stevie grips the collar of Rod's shirt as she deepens the kiss, while he pops the button on her pants, roughly yanking them off of her.

"We ain't makin' it to the bed, huh?"

"We don't need a bed, baby..." his lips trail up her neck to her ear, "I'd fuck you, anywhere."

Pulling off her jeans, he goes for her shirt next, popping each button off as he rips it open. The gasp that comes out of her mouth, only fuels him.

He pulls it completely off, taking care to not agitate her hand and flings it carelessly across the kitchen.

Her hands grip the front of his pants, closing the space between them, locking their lips while she deftly undoes his belt buckle, and pops the button on his jeans. She pulls them down as far as her hands can reach, using her feet to push them down the rest of the way.

He gathers a fistful of hair at the base of her neck and pulls it backward. With the length of her neck exposed, he kisses his way down to the valley of her breasts.

He has no desire or patience to fiddle with the multiple clasps of her bra, so he simply pulls the cups down. He wraps his lips around her hardened nipple, soft whimpers leaving her mouth. After showing proper attention to the other side, he kisses his way to her now-throbbing center.

He runs his nose up her slit, and she lets out a shaky breath. Teasingly, he kisses her clit through her panties.

"Baby, quit playin'," she whines breathlessly.

"You gotta tell me what you want, babygirl," he says while stroking her with his index finger.

"Put your lips on me."

"My pleasure." He smirks, grabbing her by the waist and picking her up off the counter. Bending her over so she's flush with the cold marble, he kneels down so he's eye level with her girl.

He yanks her panties to the side and his mouth waters at the sight of her glistening, pink lips.

He wastes no time in devouring her, sucking on her pearl like a piece of butterscotch.

Her thighs begin to quiver as she claws at the countertop. Her breathy moans are sweet music to his ears. She feels the familiar pressure build in her lower stomach, which makes her attempt to move further up the counter to catch a break from the pleasure overload.

He doesn't allow her that, pulling her back and locking his arms around her thighs. He pushes his face harder against her, shaking his head.

"Oh, fuck!," she curses, tapping on the counter as her orgasm rushes through her, drenching his face in her stickiness.

She rests her forehead on the counter, breathing heavily. Her breaths turn to soft mewls as he cleans her mess with his tongue. A low noise of surprise leaves her mouth when she feels his tongue graze over her other hole.

They'd have to explore that further and soon.

"Okay, okay," she pushes his head away, making him chuckle.

He rises, leaning over her with his lips underneath her ear, and kisses the skin there.

"Too much, baby girl?," he grabs the base of his dick and rubs the tip against her slit.

"Yeah," she responds breathlessly, feeling sparks run through her body at the contact.

"Too bad," he sheaths himself inside her fully with a single stroke, knocking the air from her lungs.

The sound of her gasps went straight to his manhood, pushing himself deeply inside her every time he thrusted.

He gathers both her wrists in one hand behind her back, using his free one to grip her neck.

The pressure on her neck combined with his lethal strokes had her leaking down her inner thighs. The only thing Rod hates about this position is that he can't see sexy love faces she makes. How her juicy bottom lip gets wedged between her teeth and how her eyes roll into the back of her head when it's getting good to her.

He'd make sure to set the camera up next time.

His own breathing starts to become labored. His strokes get sloppy as they near their peaks.

"Damn, this shit grippin' me up, baby. You wanna cum? Hm?," he says lowly in her ear.

The only sounds she can produce are strangled moans, as his hand still firmly grips her neck. He releases his hold on her wrists to bring his hand down on her ass cheek, making her hiss. "I asked you a fuckin' question."

It feels like he's trying to turn her inside out, but she's just able to shriek out a 'Yes! Yes daddy, I wanna cum!'

There's that word again. He's never going to let her forget it, now.

She surprises him once again, throwing her ass back on him in time with his strokes.

"Yeah, princess. Just like that." He swats her ass again, rubbing his hand over the reddening patch of skin.

She screams his name up into the ceiling as she cums. The sheer force of it pushes him out of her as she slides off the counter.

"Shit," she mutters, turning to face him on her knees, cupping her sensitive heat.

She looks up at him as he strokes his length. "Where you want it?" She responds by opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue with a wink.

"Nasty ass," he smirks. A few more pumps of his fist, and he erupts onto her waiting tongue in spurts. Some of it misses and lands on her chest. She doesn't waste a bit, using her finger to swipe it off, and sucking it clean.

He pulls her up, shamelessly kissing her dead in the mouth.

She sneaks her hand down between them, wrapping her slender fingers around the girthy piece to stroke it back to life. His hand gently catches her wrist, halting her movements.

"Don't play with me, girl. I'll fuck you up in here."

She snickers at the threat, "Don't threaten me with a good time, Rod." Giving him one last kiss, she moves her hand and starts to walk away toward their bedroom.

He shakes his head and tosses her over his shoulder as if she weighs nothing.

It's gonna be a long afternoon.

Sex.

Heavy breathin' ,

Soul sharin' ,

Blissful eruption.

Sensations that make your skin crawl in the best way possible.

Make you wanna get on your knees and repent...

Nothin' should feel that good.

Addictive.

Got you sayin' things,

doin' things,

actin' ways.

All for that thang.

Can't go days without it.

It'll make you say...

"I love you"

"I'll kill for you."

"I'll kill you."

"Fuck,"

Another two rounds of the most toe curling orgasms later, the extra dewy pair finally conclude their hour(s) long session.

"I'm exhausted." Stevie pants, rolling over on the messy sheets.

"Are you?" Rod chuckles, too tired to move from his spot.

She hums a laugh, before pushing her wild hair away from her face to look at him. "I physically can't go, anymore."

"Well, we did fuck three times."

"Saying that out loud sounds absurd."

"Not if you like fuckin'.... which we do."

"On top of you getting your point across.," Stevie shakes her head, before placing it on the pillow.

"Did I?"

"Yes," she laughs, "you got it across, when you broke me off on the bathroom counter, but I just let you keep goin'."

The widespread grin on his face makes her roll her eyes, and turn over to face the window.

"C'mere, girl." Rod pulls her back into his heated body, wrapping his arm over her.

The small droplets of rain, hitting the window, slowly turn heavy. Rod pulls Stevie in closer and brushes her hair away from her neck, kissing her smooth skin.

"Hey," he speaks.

"Yeah?" She asks.

"Nobody could ever come between me and you."

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pixelartparker · 2 months

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Hi. I'm a huge The Girl From Tomorrow's Alana fan and I wonder if you can do her? Thanks. 😁

Here are some images of her from the TV Show.

Yay! Another request! So I had never heard of this show but I can safely say I'm obsessed with the silly 90's special effects lmao.

I hope you like it :)

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theroyalthrones · 1 year

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Behind the Scenes | Viola, Orillia

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~Transcript~

258: ANCHOR

She's Priceless, Drop dead gorgeous, One of the most famous faces in the world.

(a close up shot of her face with many admirers around her)

259: ANCHOR

From the sandy shores of Keone

(her on a beach chilling)

to the catwalks of Orillia, Caledonia and Valrovia.

(on a catwalk waving)

260: ANCHOR

She is known as the It Girl of the fashion industry.

(Lorraine on Magazine Covers) at a news stand check pinterest

261: ANCHOR

Co-founder to one of the most popular designer brands, and a Princess in her own right.

(vandeluer billboard in a city)

262: ANCHOR

And her name is Lorraine De' Cremonesi.

263: ANCHOR

She's a self made Billionaire-

264: ANCHOR

I mean is she really? She's a princess.

265: ANCHOR

Not to mention her mentors. The co-founders apprenticed under the best, The Editor in Chief of The Collective.

266: ANCHOR

That's apparently where they met. Kainalu Alana and Princess Loraine.

267: ANCHOR

Isn't it also rumored that the two are dati-

268: LORRAINE CRIMSON

Turn it off, Mils.

269: ROMILLY YOSHIDA

But they said so many nice things...

270: LORRAINE CRIMSON

I just don't care for gossip.

271: ROMILLY YOSHIDA

We both know that's a lie.

272: LORRAINE CRIMSON

*Laughing* Go home, Romilly. You're getting on my nerves.

273: ROMILLY YOSHIDA

You know you love me, I'll see you tomorrow!

274: LORRAINE CRIMSON

*sighs*

275:

*Knock, Knock, Knock*

276: LORRAINE CRIMSON

No one's here!

277: KAINALU ALANA (WALKS IN)

You can do better than that, Raine. Didn't you have a Gala to attend tonight?

278: LORRAINE CRIMSON

Called it off, I don't feel like it, today.

KAINALU ALANA

ARE YOU COMING DOWN WITH SOMETHING?

LORRAINE CRIMSON

NO, IT’S NOT THAT.

279: KAINALU ALANA

Let me take you home, you're clearly exhausted. You overwork yourself.

He goes in for a kiss, she avoids it.

280: KAINALU ALANA

*Sighs*

281: LORRAINE CRIMSON

I don't think that's a good idea.

282: KAINALU ALANA

Then how about dinner? There's this great-

283: LORRAINE CRIMSON

Maybe another time, Kai. Have a good night.

284: KAINALU ALANA

...

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tngrace · 1 year

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Grace's POV of the phone call she has with Jake from @mrsjaderogers story. Must read it first.

🏷s: @mrsjaderogers @bayisdying @semperhuggs @ladylanera

When his phone rings, Jake is extremely surprised to see Grace's name. Especially since he just saw Alana at the store a few hours previously. No way they'd already talked, but maybe they had.

"Grace? Is everything ok? You're supposed to be enjoying the beaches and your husband for the 2nd time around?" Jake drawls instead of saying hello.

"Jacob Seresin let me tell you something. I would do anything... I do mean anything for my two best friends and wifes so you better listen and listen real good. I don't know who you think you are but I thought I knew you better than this! I'm so mad at you right now! You better be glad I'm out of the country at the moment."

"Ummmm...."

"Oh no. This is a you shut up and listen not a you talk conversation."

Jake stares at his phone totally confused. Between Grace and Baylie he would expect a call like this from Baylie, not Grace. Besides he's not totally sure what he's done, except see Alana at the store.

"I cannot believe you!!!!! Actually in some ways yea I can see you sleeping with her. I know you like her but to fuck her and leave her and ignore her all these months and make her go through all of this alone?!?!?! Alone?! Especially... fucking especially after you found out Sydney was lying to you?! What?! You thought Lan would to? Well fuck you Jake. She is not like that bitch of an ex you've got. She is so much better. And I thought you were too."

"Are you done?"

"No! Fuck no I'm not! My best friend has been through hell, keeping your secret, puking her guts up, going to appointments alone when Bay and I couldn't go with her. And for what?! All because you couldn't be bothered to answer her?! Not even when you learned the truth about Sydney! You're better than this Jake and I don't even know what to think anymore. You broke my best friend's heart."

"Grace... I don't know what you think happened but I haven't heard from Alana since the Navy awards ceremony.

"Bullshit Jake! Bull fucking shit. She told us... she told us she couldn't tell us who the baby daddy was because she wanted to tell him first but he wasn't taking her calls or texts. Fuck she even emailed and that got ignored too."

"What?!"

"God I know you're blonde Jake but you're not stupid!"

"Grace! I'm serious. I haven't heard from Alana except for when I ran into her at the store a few hours ago! She hasn't tried calling or texting!"

"YES SHE HAS! She tried to tell you about the baby; I know she did! She wouldn't lie to me or Baylie about that. She never told us it was you but I saw that baby today and I knew. I knew my niece was yours. I swear to god Jake you better have this fixed before I get back into town tomorrow or I will kill you before Baylie ever does. My best friend and niece deserve better than your Hangman routine. I thought you were done with that."

Grace's disappointment and ire come through the phone and hit Jake right in the heart on top of the bomb she just dropped on him.

"We still love you Jake but you have screwed up royally. Fix it." And with that Grace hangs up on him.

She turns around and texts Baylie next. "Now I know why you yell at Jake all the time, it feels good. Our girls deserve better. See you when you get home. Xoxo."

Then she finishes packing to head back home and see her girls.

#my writing #extension of #mrsjaderogerswrites #this was fun #grace spicy bradshaw #baylie lucky steele #alana cinco metcalf #jake hangman Seresin

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pixie88 · 2 years

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Dinner at the Winchesters

Chapter 15 - The Neighbour.

A/N | This will be the last chapter for two weeks as I am away next week.

Comments & reblogs welcome!

Let me know if you would like to be tagged!

Summary | Alana flicked through his year book and baby photos....

Check out previous chapters Here!

Word count | 1.6k

Warnings | 18 + Only! Fluff & NSFW

Pairings | Dean x Alana.

Enjoy!

"It worked then, Alana got laid! How was it? Wait, don't tell me, I'm gonna put you on speaker phone and pull up a photo of Dean!" the line goes quiet for a few seconds before she speaks again "long nose with a medium flare, so large head and small shaft!"

"What?" Alana's confused, "the nose theory! You can tell what a guys dick is like by their nose! Was it good?" Alana shook her head, "yes, it was amazing and the best sex I've had in a long time! Now can we just talk about last night? He said he loved me!"

"What did you say?" Lola already knew the answer, "I loved him too!" Lola squeaked through the phone, "I knew it!!! Have you spoke to him about it?"

"No, he's still asleep, do I bring it up?" she asks her friend, "I would, but I know you! You won't, you will wait till he does!" she was right....

Saturday...

Dean hadn't mentioned what he said the other night, she didn't want to either just in case he forgot he said it. Right now she was nervous "hey, it's going to be fine. They are going to love you!" he could see she was worried as he knocked on his parents front door.

Like you do? She thought, she smiled as Mary opened the door, "Dean, Alana! Come in," she ushered them in. Alana handed her a couple of bottles of wine, "I didn't know if you drink white or red?" she says, "hey, you two!" John pulls Dean in.

Mary leans towards Alana, "between you and me any alcohol will do!" Mary whispers with a laugh, John turns to Alana, "nice to see you again," he pulls her into a bear hug "and you both" Alana smiles. "Jessica and Sam won't be coming tonight, little Bobby has a stomach bug, so they thought they better stay away." Mary tells Dean, "I'll give him a call tomorrow" Dean tells her.

"Come on through, dinner is nearly ready" the pair follows his parents through to the dining room, "I'll dish up, John, do you want to get Dean a beer?" John and Mary make their way into the kitchen, Alana notices a baby photo of Dean, "is that you?" she points toward a photo on the wall.

Dean blushes, "yeah, it is. I forgot about those"

"Their cute photos," she smiles at him, "of course they are, they're of me!" he teases her, "here we are" they turn as Mary places the plates on the table and John pours the wine. They take their seats, "oooh barbecue, my favourite" Dean says excitedly.

"Alana, what part of England are from?" Mary asks her, "Aston Abbots, it's like an hour away from London"

"The big city, Mary wants to go there," John says before taking a sip of his beer, "I hate London, its busy and it smells. I think being a village girl you notice the difference in the air, but if you've never been you have got to try the ice bar, the whole place is made of ice"

"One more place we need to visit while we're there. Do you visit your family often?" John asks her, "I'm flying over in two weeks to visit them, I didn't manage to see them at Christmas" Alana looks towards Dean realizing she hadn't told him yet, he quickly schools his facial expressions, "that will be nice. I think Dean has said in the past you work for Lawrence daily news?" Mary smiles, "yeah, I've been there three years now. You are nurse, right?" Alana asks.

"Yeah at Lawrence hospital, I've been there for twenty seven years"

"Do you have any funny stories about this one here?" Alana nudges him, "Hmm, funny stories about Dean? What about that time he came home after a night out he ran to the toilet about to puke, but ended up puking before he got to the toilet, then slips in his puke trying to get to the toilet!" Alana chokes on her wine, "you didn't?!" she looks at him.

"I was young and dumb!" he shrugs, "what about that time, Sam was taking a video recording as well as a photo and Dean pulled down the front of his shorts showing off his....you know. We were all stood there smiling while he was at the front doing that" the four of them howl with laughter.

The rest of the evening was a success, Mary got out the photo album showing Alana all Deans baby photos, "Mom, please!" he pleads, she ignores him. "Want another beer?" John asks as he gets up "I can't, I'm driving" Dean says.

"Why don't you two stay over? Yeah, Dean can show you his old bedroom!" Alana looks over to him, "please say it's exactly how he left it?" she smirks, "We have changed it a little, but his year book is up there" Mary winks at her, "c'mon let another drink! John brings another bottle in!" Mary calls out to John.

Later...

"Night Mom!" Dean says as Mary finished putting on clean sheets, "night kids!" Mary winks at the pair. Dean closes the bedroom door, "this is your old bedroom," Alana says, looking round, "yeah, I can't believe she hasn't redecorated it," he chuckles following Alana around the room as she looks around.

"Is this your yearbook?" she picks a book from the shelf, "I forgot about that," he lets out a small laugh, she takes a seat on his bed, "we don't have them in the UK" then he's reminded in a few weeks she flies home.

He takes a seat next to her as she flicks through the yearbook, "so....you are going home soon?" he asks her, she looks up at him, "I should have mentioned it, I just didn't know how to....but after the last few days I-I-I was thinking if you are ok with it....obviously no pressure, will you come with me?" she held her breath waiting for him to answer.

"Come with you to England to meet your parents?" he question her, "Yeah, but if you don't want to I completely understand" she's flustered, he grins at her, "how long are we going for?"

She lets out a sigh of relief as she smiles at him, "a week, do you think you can get time off work?" she can't believe he's coming "my dad will be fine with it," she leans over to peck his lips, she pulls away, "so which girls did you date in high school?" she nods down to the yearbook.

He chuckles before taking the year book from her and closes it, "that many, huh?" she teases, "Dean its fine! I know exactly what you were like before we started dating," she reminds him, "and you love me anyway!" he grins at her. "Errr..." she doesn't know what to say, "I was drifting when I said it, but I meant it and I hope you did too?" he studies her face.

The brightest smile appears on her face, "I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it Dean" his lips rush hers, pushing her back onto the bed, the kiss becomes quickly heated. She wraps her arms around his neck, he nudges her legs apart and grinds against her as his hands start to roam her body.

She pulls her lips away from his "Dean, we can't. Your Mum and Dad are next door..." he smiles down at her "I guess we need to be quiet!" he quirks a brow with a smirk before he claims her lips again. He moves to her neck, "hmmm....Dean," he smirks against her skin, his hand slides under her dress to her core, his digits slip into her lace panties.

Her breathing hitches, sending goosebumps over her body, "Dean....please!" she whimpers, the pads of his fingers glide over her "fuck!" he hisses as he finds her soaked apex. He pulls her dress down to get access to her chest before pulling up it up to kiss against her tummy, his lips move further down, she tries to get away, but he stops her, moving her panties to the side his tongue glides over her.

She bites her lip to stop her crying out, he parts her petals making her arch her back, grasping her hips so she can move. "What did you say the other night?" his lips hover over her pearl, "I love you" her words are needy, his tongue light brushes against her "I love you too sweetheart!"

He pushes his tongue inside her once more, she grabs the pillow next to her and moans into it, he sucks against her clit pushing her closer to her high. She pulls him up to her lips, her hands fumble with his buckle of his belt as their lips are fused together, he pushes down his jeans moving his boxers with them.

His hard shaft presses against her before he pushes his full length into her, the kiss muffles out their moans.

Later...

Catching their breath Alana cuddles into Dean, "I hope they didn't hear us!" Alana says, blushing, "I don't think the bed squeaking helped with the whole being quiet!" Dean chuckles, she presses into his side, "I will tell you one thing?" he kisses the top of her head before she looks up, "you are the first girl I had in this bed"

"Why have your parents not long changed it?!" she teases him, he tuts at her "actually it's the same bed, I've just never had a girl stay over in it. You are the third girl I have brought home to meet my parents" she sits up and looks down at him, "really?" her brows pinch together.

He nods, "third time lucky, I guess!" she winks at him, he pulls her to his lips, "best for last!" he says against her lips.

Two weeks later...

"Why don't you have a whiskey to calm your nerves" she suggests, "Dean, if you are really this scared to fly, I can go on my own. It's fine!" she smiles at him. "Nope, I can do it. Let's go get a drink," he tried to hide it from her, but it didn't take her long to figure it out.

Dean Winchester was scared of flying.....

@secretaryunpaid @aussieez @munstysmind @palmaviolet @gloriousalmondvoiddreamer @rookiemartin @deandreamernp @leigh70 @reallyloudstudent @peonierose @pixie-b

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moonsidesketch · 1 year

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Playlist Shuffle

got tagged by @sapphicblight !

Rules: You can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. Put your playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, and then tag 10 people. No skipping!

Fancy - Twice

Crown - Tomorrow by Together

Black Swan - BTS

Black Mirror - Oneus

Gee - Girls Generation

0x1=LOVESONG - Tomorrow by Together ft. Seori

Replay - Shinee

Same Scent - Oneus

Lucifer - Shinee

Advice - Taemin

So this is from my Kpop playlist which I usually play everyday, but a song that's not there but I listen to almost every day is Fire Boy - PP Krit !

Thanks for tagging me Alana ! Sorry this is all Kpop but that's what I mostly listen to these days so 😅

#tag challenge #I might have skipped MY BAD #but I kept getting songs I have been meaning to take out of my playlist or the same artists over and over again #cause I got a BUNCH of the same artists songs LOL #so I was trying to give variety but oh well

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simgigglegirl · 1 year

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...Guess who's the idiot that deleted the wrong folder, thinking it was the project folders that I finished using (BTW! 50+ Male hairs incoming tomorrow! All that's left is defaults but I need to learn how to do that first) and now the recent neighbourhood that I was having fun with is gone 😭

I thought I was fine since I store backups every now and then but the backup I have for it is super behind so I lost a huge chunk of progress... I wasn't in the mood to play all that again so I just did the next best thing. I extracted the in-game-born premade children and decided to post how they came to be. Because most of them were born from love affairs and it was so funny to see the drama unfold in my game haha.

There's no need to read on and you can skip this post since I'm mostly posting for myself so that I can be less upset that I'll have to start another Uberhood again. And one household had so much drama happening that explaining it all got a wall of text waiting below the read more... So I wouldn't be offended if you skip this and wait for the downloads tomorrow. Also, I guess it can be a preview of what type of kids you could get from my GC sims.

So all these children were just toddlers and/or children in my gameplay but I aged them up to Adults because I plan to also use them to display my future CCs that I made to share. And it's the better age stage to show their feature.

Let's start with the most drama-filled household I had while playing their round!

The Singles Household - Family connection with Grunts & Burb

(left to right) Odin Beaker - (Son of Erin Beaker & John Burb) Alana Burb - (2nd daughter of John & Jennifer Burb) They had her before I started the Single household round, so she was just a recently grown-up child when Odin was born.

Fiona Beaker - (Daugther of Erin Beaker & Ripp Grunt)

(left to right) Rosa Curious Luna Curious - Twin daughters of Chloe Curious & Ripp Grunt

Levin Grunt - (Son of Kristen Loste & Tank Grunt)

Yeah... I'm sure this info alone is proof of what went down in this household. But these kids being born doesn't cover half of it! Chloe ended up getting Family as her 2nd aspiration and Erin gained Romance as hers. These changes become the main reason so much drama ended up happening in this house, good god.

Before playing the Single household I had first finished the Grunt family round so Tank was in Uni and Ripp become an Adult since he didn't roll a college want before he aged. So no teens were going around giving the newly turned adult girls nooboos... ew. Anyway, Ripp that had no luck getting any girls to date him, when he was a teen, suddenly had Chloe and Erin having a massive attraction to him as soon as he was greeted into the house by Lola.

The two of them just kept flirting up a storm with him till ACR did its thing and had Chloe woohoo with Ripp thus leaving her pregnant with the twins, she fell in love with him right after the woohoo and AUTO PROPOSED TO HIM AND HE ACCEPTED!!!! Before I could even progress what just happened, Erin goes and ACR woohoo with Ripp, GETS RISKY WOOHOO PREGRENT AS WELL! And then proceeds to destroy Chloe's engagement as soon as the deed was done since Chloe walked in to see the both of them in bed...

It doesn't stop there. While heavily pregnant, Chloe ended up getting a date offer from the townie that Lola brought back from work and guess who she got as her date...DANIEL FREAKING PLEASENT! And they hit it off!!! To the point, she rolled an engagement want for him and I decided "LOL why not, it's not like he'll accept it" BUT HE FKING DID! HE SAID YES!!! AT A 5% CHANCE, DANIEL SAID YES!!! I sadly won't know if he would have said yes again during the wedding party but man I wish I could have seen that shit show.

How did baby Odin come into the picture? Well after Erin gave birth to Fiona, she got an outing call from Jennifer (During the Burb round, Erin become one of the family friends that Jennifer needed for her work promotion... if only she knew) and since Jennifer brought her whole family to this outing, John was also there as well. It was only after the outing event ended that Erin ACR with John to the photobooth, THE FAMILY WAS STILL AROUND BTW, exposed John as a cheater to his family and managed to make it worst by getting Erin pregnant...

Before the end of this household round, Tank walks by (he must have known that his brother had just become a father of three kids) and since Kristen was sent to greet him, they hit it off really well from there. At least she didn't get pregnant right on the first day but only near the end of the round with Levin.

Lola was the only one smart enough to at least keep to herself and flirt with the newly single Mary-Sue while Chloe and Erin were in their clowning hours, lol.

The Dina Caliente Household AKA 'Dina knows how to get that money' - Family Connection with Goth and Landgraab

(left to right) Mimi Landgraab - (Daugther of Dina & Malcolm) Elizabeth Goth - (Daugther of Dina & Mortimer Goth) Malcolm V Landgraab - (Son of Dina & Malcolm) Margaret II Landgraab - (Daugther of Dina & Malcolm) She's the one behind Malcolm V. Katrina Landgraab - (Daugther of Dina & Malcolm) Nancy Landgraab - (Daugther of Dina & Malcolm)

Yep, Dina has 6 kids in total. In order by age, Elizabeth was her first child with Mortimer. They weren't even married yet when she got pregnant with Elizabeth but only after she had a belly pop during her date with Mortimer did he finally roll a want to engage with Dina, thus securing that marry a rich sim want she had. However, the marriage didn't last long since she got caught cheating with Ajay Loner (Mortimer was right there Dina... what were you thinking accepting that kiss...) so at the end of the Goth round she was kicked out after the marriage was broken off.

During Malcolm's round, Dina came by on one of Malcolm's business lots and by herself managed to win him over LOL. It was so funny seeing all the interaction from Dina automatically popping up while the dude was trying to run his business, lol. And here's the kicker! During one of the dates Malcolm and her had, she managed to not only get pregnant with Malcolm's baby but got him pregnant too (thanks to this mod) automatically securing herself with the 2nd richest sim in the hood HAHA!

Wasn't so funny when I suddenly found myself needing to help them take care of 5 newborns at once because Dina gave birth to triplets and Malcolm twins...

The Una Household - Family connection with Mole (The father is a deadbeat!)

(left to right) James Una - (Son of Natasha & John Mole) Alastair Una - (Son of Natasha & John Mole) Alex Una - (Son of Natasha & John Mole)

John Mole is the worst! THE WORST with how he treats Natasha! OMG! The dude has 3 bolts with her, rolls a bunch of wants for Natasha and seems to be madly in love with her BUT HE WILL KEEP REFUSING TO MARRY HER!!! I thought I messed up the rejection chances mod but no... he really didn't want to get married, EVEN THOUGH HE HAD A WANT TO GET MARRIED!!! Every time I foolishly rebuild the relationship because they sooner or latter always roll the wants to get back in love with each other. But John keeps refusing when ITS TIME FOR THE MARRIAGE TO HAPPEN!!!

Oh but he sure had no issues to keep getting Natasha pregnant every time the relationship was back to "ACR woohoo is acceptable now".

#NatashaUnaDeservesBetter

Born from drama-free households - Most were just risky woohoo babies.

Yeah, I'm shocked that only three households I played had the most dramatic events happen... maybe the 2nd round would have proven me wrong but these are the following kids that were born from either married couples, soon to be married or in Kaylynn's case, "Oops, I just wanted to test the RCC mod being able to let unplayable townies have a chance to get pregnant and it worked... well Mary-Sue broke things off because of the affair baby so maybe you can have your happy ending with Da- oh wait Chloe just proposed and he said yes..."

(left to right) Aberto Monty - (Son of Ajay Loner & Bianca Monty) Lete Shikibu - (Daugther of Cleo Shikibu & Antonio Monty)

Finn Bell - (Son of Issac & Hannah)

Arthur Capp - (Son of Albany & Goneril)

Anson Capp - (Son of Consort & Alexandra) ...I'm leaning on the main reason Alexandra accepted the marriage with Consort was because he could provide her funding for the Pirate lifestyle she wants. They may be 2 bolts but they don't act a lot like a couple. Poor Anson.

Kimberley Capp - (Daugther of Regan & Cornwall) Victoria Capp - (Daugther of Regan & Cornwall)

Atom Beaker - (Son of Loki & Circe) Ceres Beaker - (Daughter of Loki & Circe) Thor Beaker - (Son of Circe & Loki) Atom & Ceres are twins (Yea I lucked out that it happened naturally) while Thor is the youngest. Thor is also the only one that doesn't have two points in mean.

Nelly Aspir - (Daugther of Victor & Elizabeth) Roman Aspir - (Son of Victor & Elizabeth) Marion Aspir - (Daugther of Victor & Elizabeth) They're triplets... send an F in the chat for their poor mother.

Noah Martin - (Son of Andrew & Elena) Genie appeared in their lot so dead mum came back to life and they ended up having another child.

Jewel Simth - (Daugther of Jenny & PT#9) Joanna Simth - (Daugther of Jenny & PT#9) Twins and also everyone loves each other so much in this family 🥺

Parker Langerak - (Son of Kaylynn Langerak & Daniel Pleasent) Sorry about your dad... at least your sisters love you very much.

Tinkerbell Summerdream - (Daugther of Titania & Oberon)

Elisa Ramirez - (Daughter of Checo & Lisa)

Vincent Goth - (Son of Cassandra & Don) Easton Goth - (Son of Cassandra & Don) Twins, hate each other since birth for some reason.

Florent Delarosa - (Son of Florence & Gilbert)

Debbie Dreamer - (Daugther of Darren & Darleen) Lol Dirk getting a genie lamp and wishing for his mum back and then using the rest for money was pretty much the reason Darren's engagement got called off. (Well Darren got kissed by Darleen in front of Cassandra but I like to think getting back the things they once had was what made Darren think twice about the engagement).

Dedric McGreggor - (Son of Leon & Ivy(Adult Townie)) Donald McGreggor - (Son of Leon & Ivy(Adult Townie)) Twins

Corbin Jocque - (Son of Marcel & Sophia) Gabe Jocque - (Son of Marcel & Sophia) Twins

Reed Tinker - (Son of Stephen & Wanda) Celesta Tinker - (Daughter of Stephen & Wanda) Rhythm Tinker - (Daugther of Stephen & Wanda) Lyric Tinker - (Son of Stephen & Wanda) Quads, yes they have musical names. Really proud of that part lol.

Bobby Broke - (Son of Brandi & Skip) Yea, Bobby is my version of the unborn baby. His also around the same age as the kids I shared here. So you can get an idea of how much of a baby boom I got in this save.

#kinda nonsims

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futuregws · 2 years

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I KNEW THIS WAS GONNA START… never guess who the blonde girl (that he was apparently on a date with) h3llch33r people think is? Wow getting frisky with Alana (yeah right 😂💀) on a date with her (again yeah right) and then caught on Raya. these fans really like to pick and choose the things they believe.

Bro I didn't even think about that omfg, it's so funny how they were so against Alana and were calling bullshit and claiming that it's just two friends hanging out, but as soon as a blonde girl is mentioned since Grace is blonde they will change the narrative completely, all of a sudden this sighting is real and they know it was a date, fucking hell, listen we don't even know if he was actually with Alana could be bullshit as well idk, but at least it came from a random Twitter account this blonde girl thing came from deuxmoi right?? It's not reliable none are but most definitely not this one and I had no idea grace was the only blonde girl in the world. It's actually hilarious seeing them switch up so quickly, make up a rumor tomorrow that he was seen with a red head and they will go back to the narrative of it just being him hanging out with a friend

#joseph quinn

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miaqc1 · 1 month

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1 character, 2 pixel commissioned artists.

Alana (roxas_1 on fiverr) vs Alana (@pixelartparker). The protagonist of The Girl From Tomorrow.

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gldnfng · 3 months

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London; First night reflections. Feels SO good to be in London. Airbnb host Nic is so lovely and interesting to talk to. Just v cool. She suggested swimming in Heath ladies pond - I knew I should’ve brought my bathing suit. Perhaps I can make something work. Might see Taylor tomorrow for tea. And her play later this week. Have plans to see Lucia Wednesday. Msged Alana as well. Today was a tired walk to the theatre. Felt a bit out of sorts but endured. The elation of crossing the bridge, seeing London open up like that. SO VAST. So historic. Iconic. Nothing I feel with regards to a city in Vancouver; filled the gap of something I was missing. Just feels so good to be back in Europe. Excited to see what the rest will bring. In the moment it occurs. — Aug 5 night Taylor’s play was amazing. i am so glad i got to see it. to be here and support her. have a glimpse into her world - so perfect and artistic and true. i had so much anxiety about her not replying. so much stress and anguish over it. now replaced w stress over my visa. constantly checking my phone to see if alana found it. wondering where this anxiety is coming from. meeting papa and feeling like i am not enough. why? trying to remind myself to breathe. that i am enough. i’ve gotten myself so far from that girl on the bedroom floor. so many things have opened up. keep that spring feeling like i was telling alana. we gotta take care of ourselves. and we are all walking each other home. there is shelter in you. — Aug 6 Sitting in a sauna. a whirlwind w my visa. taylor’s taking care of me. alanah offered too. feeling so full and grateful. it is great being apart of great ppls lives. to learn and know the truth. makes me want to work harder to be greater too. there are so many things i want to accomplish and i think i can accomplish them. to travel and be a writer and documentarian. to watch and read and listen and talk about everything i’ve been watching and reading and listening too. a moving university. learning with each other. and babies. a life full of family and laughter and grabbing for those stars. mmm yes. this moment has been a full one. feeling v v v grateful and exposed, to the light. (inwards.) onwards.

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ao3feed-skullgirls · 9 months

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Alana holds the Skull Heart

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/j2aRTJm

by MiaQc

One-sentence fiction about Alana and the Skull Heart.

Words: 18, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 60 of 1 Sentence Fictions/Ficlets

Fandoms: The Girl From Tomorrow (TV), Skullgirls (Video Game)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Alana (The Girl From Tomorrow), The Skull Heart (Skullgirls)

Relationships: Alana (The Girl From Tomorrow) & The Skull Heart (Skullgirls)

Additional Tags: 1 Sentence Fiction, Ficlet, skull, POV Third Person, Wordcount: 0-100, Ambiguous/Open Ending

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/j2aRTJm

#skullgirls #fanfiction

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meeedeee · 9 months

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Technologies de l’an 3000 [Fanvid] by MiaQc

Une vidéo de fan sur les technologies de l’an 3000 dans Alana ou le futur imparfait (The Girl From Tomorrow). La musique utilisé est de Code Lyoko.

(Feed generated with FetchRSS) from Search Works | Archive of Our Own https://ift.tt/TXx7fjM via https://ift.tt/B1f4iRs

#ao3vidfeed

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courageousalter · 1 year

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𝑨𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕 ; the final chapter...

Danger comes in many forms. Most people would stay away from danger whenever it was possible to avoid, but for Alejandra Ellison (now Bryant), that wasn’t the case. She ran towards it. She challenged herself, her mind and body more than most people did. She pushed herself harder than most people around her and from a young age, the fearless girl wanted to chase that adrenaline rush.

She grew up with two younger brothers -- twins -- and they pushed her buttons. She would constantly battle against them, trying to prove that she was not only stronger than them but better than them in everything they did. They challenged her to jump off a roof and whilst they broke their left arms, Alejandra came away with no injuries. That day changed her outlook on her future. She knew what she wanted to do and found a passion in acting and in dangerous stunts.

Alejandra became a force to be reckoned with when she made her major break through in films at the age of 30 years old. She starred in an action film and due to the film’s success, everyone now knew her name. Everyone wanted to work with her and she became one of the biggest names in the film industry. At age 31, she worked with @bounteouscommitment and after months of filming, they went out on a date. This started a relationship between the two of them that neither one of them expected but both were grateful for.

They kept their relationship a secret for a while but ultimately, people found out and they announced their relationship to the public. They dated for 2 years before moving to Hollywood Hills and then they got married the following year. They were together for 5 years before announcing that they were pregnant with their first child and 2 years after Viviana was born, they announced that they were expecting twin boys. Caden and Levi completed their little family and whilst everyone seemed happy, Alejandra’s heart felt broken. She hated splitting her time between the kids and her job as both were important to her. She just simply couldn’t give up her work...

At age 44, she got seriously injured and spent 2 years learning how to walk again. She was struggling to come back from that injury but when somebody offered her this huge role in an upcoming movie, she knew she had to say yes. Her body had been through a lot. 3 kids and an injury that had her wheelchair bound for 2 years... Nothing was like how it used to be and after 4 months of filming this movie, she realised that she had to come clean to her husband.

Alana had just finished her day of filming. It was her second to last day of filming and she knew that tomorrow, she would have to do the massive stunt and fight sequence and she knew that the set wasn’t ready. She had driven herself home, despite every part of her body fighting against her. She was sore all over but the second she put the key in the front door and walked inside, she masked that pain with a smile and greeted her children, followed by her husband. “Hey guys!” She said, hugging the children before walking over to Spencer. “Hi, babe.” Taking a soft and gentle hold of his face, she reached up on her tip toes and pressed a tender kiss to his lips. “I missed you today.” She whispered vulnerably to him before pulling away as the twins were pulling at her leg, trying to show her what they had done at school today.

Being vulnerable didn’t come easy to Alejandra. She hated feeling weak, hated not being in control and hated not being able to hide those emotions. But today, she needed Spencer to know how much she wished he had been there... Something about this film was wrong but Alana just couldn’t place it... Something was wrong. Something was dangerously wrong.

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Fall From Grace 🍎

The Series: The Rotten Apple 🍎 (Click the link if you need to catch up) The book: TRH and beyond Pairings: Liam x Riley / Eleanor x Nico (Eleanor x M!OC) Ratings and Warnings: Mature, mention of multiple character deaths, profanity mental illness. Word Count: 3820 Song Inspiration: All I Wanted by Paramore

Summary: All of Eleanor’s truths are revealed

A/N: Here we are at the reckoning. I hope that I don’t disappoint.

Original Post: 04/23/22 at 10:53PM EST.

Nico sat back in his seat in shock.

"I felt like something did not make sense about his death."

"Nicolai's primary cause of death was drowning."

"But you said…."

"His secondary cause of death was blunt force trauma to the head."

"I'm still not following."

"Had Nicolai not been pushed into Rys Lake, and we firmly believe he was pushed, he would have survived the blow to his head. His lungs were full with water. The hit to the head by the object, though strong, was not enough to kill him. Because he was disoriented, he could not swim."

"And my son was a very strong swimmer, he would never drown."

"But I want to talk to you more about the assailant, and the blunt object. Did your son have any enemies at the palace?"

"Nicolai was well loved by everyone."

"And he was following in your footsteps to the guard?"

"Yes, my son was a junior guard, because of his legacy status. One of the top in his class."

"And you trained him along with the others?"

"Yes. My son did not receive special treatment because of my Centurion Guard status. As I said he was one of the top in his class. He did not deserve the top position just because he is my son."

"That's admirable, Mr. Karahalios. Did he get along with his classmates?"

"He did, I mean sure there was some rivalry between the boys and girls as they all want to be considered for the Kingsguard and those upper level positions, in the future."

"How many left handed junior guards do you have?"

"Four."

"I will need their names."

"Why are you looking for left handed guards in his class?"

"Because the person who hit Nicolai was left handed. Was he in a relationship with anyone?"

Nico thought about Elle. But she had said they weren't together in that way.

"No, not to my knowledge. Why do you ask?"

"The trajectory of the hit Nicolai sustained, has him in a seated position, with his assailant straddling him."

"Like a lover?"

"Precisely. He had no defensive wounds on his hands, so he did not fear his assailant, nor was he expecting the attack."

"And the weapon?"

"Small, bat-like in construction, but jeweled. We found these in his head wound."

A diamond and a ruby were in the small glass specimen jar the officer held up.

Nico jumped up.

"So it's related to the palace? This is a lot to take in."

"I completely understand. If you can get me the names of your students so we can compile more info and I will contact the King. We need access to the palace to investigate further. The weapon is probably something that was stolen from the Crown's own Jewels collection."

"I will have the names of my students to you first thing tomorrow."

Nico had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that the names were not needed.

He sat in his vehicle and pulled out his wallet. He wanted to be wrong. He needed to be wrong.

He pulled out the bills in his wallet. He had a 50 and on the back of it was the King and Queen of Cordonia. Liam standing regally in the middle, Queen Riley holding the ceremonial Ruby Apple in her hand, and Elle posing with her bejeweled royal scepter….in her LEFT HAND.

Elle was also left handed like her mother and father.

Nico picked up his phone, hesitating a few moments before he sent the text. Sending the text meant he suspected Elle of this crime.

Nico: I know we haven't been on speaking terms in a while, but I really need a favor.

Alana: Must be huge because you're coming to me, but you know I got you. What do you need, my dear Nico KH?"

Nico: Luminol spray.

Alana: Whaaat? Going all CSI- Cordonia on the palace? Swing by later. I'll hook you up with what you need.

After picking up the spray he went back to the palace to further investigate.

Being a Centurion Guard allowed him access to all the palace keypads. Nico went to the Crown Jewelry room. It housed all the crown jewels of Cordonia and all the historic ceremonial pieces.

He found Elle's scepter with the ceremonial pieces. He took out his magnifying glass to investigate the jewels on the scepter for missing jewels. It did not take him long to find the empty sockets that at one time held the jewels the investigator had acquired from Nicolai's head wound. He was pretty sure he was holding the item that had been used in conjunction with the fall to end his son's life.

Nico took a deep breath, the last part was only for formality. He dimmed the lights in the room to spray the luminol on the scepter; It immediately lit up blue. Proof that there was still residual blood on the scepter.

Was anything she said to him even true? Eleanor Rys, his Elle, the woman he loved .....

had murdered his son....

Liam and Tomas

"King Liam, Just like with your father's rule we have always had friends of the Crown amongst the police. To let the crown know of potential threats….or if a member of the Crown is in a situation in which damage control needs to occur to protect the crown."

"Yes?"

"There is something you really need to see."

Liam looked over the reports the officer had sent over, including the size and shape of the jewels that were pulled from Nicolai's head wounds. He recognized the jewels immediately from Ellie's Royal scepter.

"This can't be."

"That's why I brought the information to you, and only to you, Your Majesty. This has the potential to be quite the scandal for the royal family."

Liam rubbed his forehead and took a deep breath. He had to confirm the jewels were from where he suspected before he would take the next steps.

Elle and Nico

"I have a surprise for you."

Elle's face brightened as she smiled.

"Really?"

"Will you come with me?"

Nico reached out his hand for her to take; Elle immediately took Nico's hand.

"Where are we going?"

"To a place where our lives are going to change forever." He could tell Elle was excited so he played along.

Nico led her through the passageways.

"The Crown Jewelry Room?"

"But don't you understand Elle?"

She shook her head no, and she still had a smile on her face.

"Let me explain, for you Elle, I became an accessory after the fact to the perfect crime. I corrected your mistakes, so that you would not be pointed to as a person of interest in the death of your professor and because of me, you're not."

Finally, her smile had faded.

"We were protecting each other, Nico. I protected you, and you protected me."

Nico laughed.

"You were protecting yourself Elle, because that's all that matters to you."

"That's not true. I think of you, I think of others."

She had been thinking her baby needed its father, they both needed him.

"Were you thinking of me when you killed my son?"

"What?"

"Don't fucking address me in that shocked voice like you have no clue what I’m talking about. There are traces of blood on your scepter, and the jewels from it in his head wound."

Elle backed away from Nico.

"Was this just a game to you? To see how much suffering you could inflict on another... on me? Did you do this to hurt me?"

"No……."

“I fell right in your trap, to be seduced and manipulated by you. I was lonely and hurt, and in pain, and you used that for your benefit. I should have trusted my initial instincts about you. That you were a snake in the grass and could not be trusted.”

“You don’t really mean that Nico.”

“Oh yes I do.”

Nico took steps towards her. Finally Elle's back hit the wall.

"Nico please… there’s something I need to tell you that you really need to know.”

He closed the distance between them staring deep into her eyes.

“My God you’re beautiful. Part of me can't even fathom that someone so aesthetically beautiful, can be capable of such heinous crimes. Even now, there's fire in me that craves to be quenched only by you.

You’re just like your mother. And I wondered how in the world King Liam couldn’t see it either. But I know exactly what you are now. You are a siren, Eleanor Rys. You know what Sirens do right? They’re gorgeous, dangerous creatures that lure men with their enchanting voices and feminine wiles to their demise. Your father can’t see your mother for who she really is, because she’s got him enchanted by her song. You lured my son to Rys Lake where you murdered him, and now you’ve captured me in your web to cover up another murder.”

“It wasn’t like that…”

“IT WAS EXACTLY LIKE THAT.” Nico screamed.

“Even now you’re protecting your lies, with those crocodile tears falling from your eyes. I’m not falling for it.”

He gently stroked her cheek.

“I am going to give you the opportunity, to come clean, before I expose you for what you are. Tell me the truth. Because I want to hear you say it. Did you take my son’s life?”

Elle remained silent.

Nico grabbed her, pushing her to the floor.

He settled on top of her staring down at her.

“Tell me the truth Eleanor. Tell me your truth Elle. Don’t you think I deserve that, since I loved you so unconditionally?”

He stroked her cheek gently again, his hands drifting lower until they rested on her neck, wrapping tightly around it.

She gasped in shock, her eyes met Nico's, seeing nothing but fury for her in them.

Nico tightened his grip around Ellie's neck.

She clawed at his hands trying to get him to release her from his grip. She was wounding him and he wasn't even flinching. She could barely breathe or speak.

"Nico, please….. don't kill me. You'll regret it."

"Did you kill Nicolai?" His eyes filled with tears as he looked down on her. Tears fell down his cheeks as his voice turned into a soft whisper full of disbelief and shock. "Elle tell me….did you kill my son?"

She looked in his eyes, he was begging for the truth and she wanted to be honest with him.

"Yes. I killed him.. I'm sorry… but I had to find out….."

Finally a sob escaped his lips for a moment when he looked away from her. When he glanced down at her again, rage fueled his glare.

"So what was all of this Elle? You and I? You seduced me to help you when you needed, and I fell right for it. I helped you cover up a murder, and now I'm finding out, it wasn’t the first one?!?! How could you do this to me, when all I ever wanted to do was love you?"

"No Nico it was more… we were more…. WE ARE MORE. I love… "

"LIAR! I don't believe you. I've seen how well you can lie before." Nico screamed and his grip on her neck became crushing as she continued to try to fight him, her face turning bright red.

"Any last words?"

Ellie nodded.

"Please let me live Nico."

"Why should I, when you didn't give my son that courtesy?"

"Because if you kill me now, you will kill your child."

"What?"

"I'm pregnant Nico, I just found out not long after Christmas. Your mother was the first to suspect, because I got sick while I was there on holiday. I didn't know how to tell you."

He let go of her.

"My mother… You jumped off a damn waterfall pregnant?!?!?"

"I did it for you!! I did it for us! We could still go Nico… We could start over. You love me. You made promises to me."

"You really think…you are sick. I was wrong about you. You are just like your real father. YOU ARE A MONSTER!!!!"

Those words she had thought about herself, hit her differently coming from him. They physically cut through her heart. Elle burst into tears.

"What the hell is going on in here?!?" King Liam walked into the room staring from Nico to Ellie. But deep down he knew. Nico was confronting Eleanor. Nico released his grip and both stood before the King.

"Tell him the truth or I will."

"This is the only truth you need Nico, is I really love you. We're going to have a baby together. Please let's just leave like we said we would."

"I want a paternity test."

"You were the only one I've ever…." She stopped talking when she saw the look on her father's face.

“I DON’T BELIEVE YOU!!!!” Nico screamed at her.

King Liam was staring between the two in shock.

"I trusted you with her!!!! You've been sleeping with my daughter?!?"

Nico laughed.

"ME FUCKING ELEANOR IS THE LEAST OF YOUR WORRIES, CAN'T YOU TELL, KING LIAM?"

Before Nico could even react, King Liam punched him in the face.

Liam hit him again and again, and began kicking him when he collapsed. Nico did not strike back, as he knew striking the King meant death. Nico could fight, but he was letting himself get beat to a bloody mess for her.

"Father stop! Now!!! Stop hurting him Please!!!! You're going to kill him!!!!"

Elle ran forward grabbing Liam from behind.

"Eleanor what the hell are you doing?"

She jumped onto his back, and wrapped her arm around Liam's neck in a choke hold.

"You will not hurt him anymore!" Elle screamed.

Nico watched from the floor in shock seeing the lack of emotion in Elle's eyes as her grip tightened around Liam's neck, and that she was trying to protect him.

Liam winced in pain, his voice remained calm as he spoke.

"Baby Love, please let go. You know I could throw you easily, but I don't want to hurt you or your unborn child. And I can tell how important they are to you."

"You have no idea." Her grip tightened on his throat.

"Yes I do, because I have four children that I witnessed being born into this world."

"You're wrong. You only have three."

"No. YOU’RE WRONG. I have four children. Don't make me do this Baby Love. I don't want to hurt either of you. Because you are my daughter and I love you. You are MINE!!!!! I have always loved you, regardless of your DNA."

Elle’s grip remained firm around his neck; she was not letting go of him.

Liam began to adjust his stance, he was preparing to throw her.

When her father spoke again, his voice was full of pain; he sounded on the verge of tears. He was pleading for her to stop.

“Please…..don’t make me do this to you Baby Love.”

Nico, who was barely conscious, sat up trying to talk her down.

"Elle….don't do this. Let go of your father."

"Baby Love please, I don't want to hurt you."

Elle let go of King Liam.

There were tears in his eyes as he rubbed his neck, looking at Eleanor.

“Why?” he asked.

“Why not?” Eleanor’s voice was cold.

“I can’t count on anyone. People make promises every day they don’t mean. And leave you alone to pick up the pieces.”

“Don’t make this about you. You know what you did Elle.”

Nico stood, and his gaze landed on Elle. "Tell him the truth about you, and what you've done."

Elle remained silent.

"TELL HIM!!!!"

"I killed Nicolai Karahalios, and Professor Anders."

"Why would you do that Ellie?"

"I hear voices telling me to do things. And Professor Anders was going to tell you about Nico and I and I had to protect us."

"You went on that trip with her, did you know what Eleanor did?"

Eleanor answered for Nico.

"No Father, he did not. Nico was not involved in any way. He did nothing wrong or illegal."

Liam stared at his daughter, he could not tell if what she was saying was the truth, or only the truth as she believed it, so he focused his attention on Nico. Then Liam could clearly see, Nico's eyes were riddled with guilt.

"Be that as it may Nico you’re fired. Effective immediately."

“I still want to press charges against Eleanor for my son’s murder.”

“She’s not well.”

“I. DON’T. CARE.”

“Yes you do Nico you love me."

“I told you Eleanor… I tried to warn you.”

“Shut up… SHUT UP!!! SHUT UP!!!!” Elle screamed.

She collapsed to the floor in front of them. They could tell that she wasn’t screaming at them. Eleanor was hallucinating.

"Eleanor…" Liam reached out his hand to her.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" She screamed, recoiling from Liam, knocking his hand away. She curled up in a ball on the floor while she cried.

“Look at her, it's clear some psychotic break has happened. She needs help. She needs to be hospitalized tonight. It’s clear, she’s not in her right mind Nico. And you know, I believe if someone does something wrong, they should be held accountable for their crimes. My daughter is mentally ill. Look at her.”

“She killed my son.”

“And she needs medical treatment for her mental illness, not a prison. We need to get her to the SUV now.”

“Your Majesty…..”

“Is she right? Do you still love her?”

“She killed my son…” Nico repeated again.

“That’s not what I asked. If you ever loved my daughter, you will help me now.”

Nico walked over to Elle and crouched next to her, wincing in pain. King Liam had definitely broke a rib or two. He gently ran his fingers through Elle's hair. She responded and leaned into his touch.

"Elle, are you ready to go?"

"Nico? You're not mad at me anymore?"

"I'm sorry I yelled at you. You were right about everything. Are you ready to leave?”

“Right now? But I haven’t packed anything yet.”

Nico smiled. “It’s okay. We’ll have everything we need when we get there.”

“And we’ll start over. I knew we could do it.”

“Yes, we’ll start over Elle. Let me help you up.”

He pulled Elle up and she threw her arms around him hugging him.

“I knew it. I knew I could trust you. I’ll be better. I promise, I’ll try harder for you and the baby.”

“Don’t worry about that right now.”

“I’m so tired, Nico.” Elle leaned into him.

“I’ll carry you. You just rest. I’ll wake you when we get there.”

Nico picked up Elle and she rested her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes.

"Just rest Elle." He whispered softly to her.

Liam had made the arrangements, and they left for the psychiatric hospital. Liam wanted to be the one with Ellie. Ellie was his Baby Love, but she wanted nothing to do with him.

Nico sat in back holding Eleanor in his arms; Liam occasionally glanced in the rear view mirror. Nico looked like a truly tortured soul.

She was sleeping peacefully wrapped in his embrace. Tears filled his eyes as he stared down at her. He still felt love in heart for this woman who had committed an absolutely atrocious crime against his son. To add insult to injury, they were forever bound together by a child they had conceived. Nico had thrown doubt in her face when given the news of the pregnancy, questioning paternity. But deep down he knew. Elle was with child. His child. He gently brushed her curls from her face, her cheeks still wet with tears. Nico wiped her tears away.

There was no doubt Nico still loved her despite everything. One can't just turn off their feelings.

The vehicle slowed to a stop just inside the gates.

"We're here."

He gently shook Elle and she woke. He went to the other side to open the door. She smiled at him, but the moment she saw the medical staff surrounding the vehicle, she looked confused.

"What is this? Why aren't we at the airport Nico?"

"You need help Elle."

She pulled away from him.

"I told you…. he could never see you the same way he did after he found out what you did."

"NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! I'm not crazy!! I'm not!!! You lied to me Nico! How could you!!!! I promised I'd do better if we started over. You won't give me the chance? Why?? You know how I feel… You're the only one that truly knows me. How could you betray me this way?"

"Let's talk about betrayal… you….."

"Nico don't say it here please."

Nico stopped speaking, staring around seeing the small group of staff that had gathered around them, that also had a gurney.

He was still protecting her. Both him and her father.

"Nico… let's go please. I forgive you. I understand Father is making you do this, of course he would. You can stand up to him. He can't stand in our way. We can go. Please let’s go."

"No Elle, he's not making me do anything. You're not well. This is where you need to be."

"NO! YOU'RE LYING!! WHY ARE YOU LYING TO ME????”

“I’m not lying to you Elle. You’re not well. Here they can help you.”

"You stood up for me. It's supposed to be us. You PROMISED!!!!"

Elle reached in the folds of her dress pulling out a slim stiletto, a gift from Olivia.

She lunged at Nico, but it wasn’t an attack he could tell.

“YOU PROMISED ME……”

“MY GOD ELEANOR STOP!!!” Liam screamed.

Elle’s eyes widened, and she dropped the stiletto; the sound of it clinking as it hit the ground.

Her eyes met with Nico.

“Our House….” Elle whimpered.

Nico gasped remembering their conversation that night about the little house that Elle wanted to share with him in Greece. Tears filled his eyes as he caught her as she collapsed; the sedative that the nurse had given Elle in her arm while her back was turned, was very fast acting. Nico laid Elle onto the gurney; Immediately the nurses locked Elle’s arms and legs in restraints.

“Is that really necessary?” Liam asked.

“She’s clearly a danger to herself, and to others; it’s proper protocol. We will search her for other weapons as soon as we get her inside. We have some questions to ask you King Liam before you leave, will you come with us?”

“Yes. Nico, I need you to come with me, as there might be some questions only you can answer.”

Nico nodded, following behind King Liam into the psychiatric hospital.

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