#laurence is so step dad

[theevilfishywizard]

Laurance and Zenix as the rebellion leaders in the nether but Laurance keeps formally introducing Zenix to their troops as his stepson and Zenix is getting increasingly pissed off about it.

[sweetblinginrose]

𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲’𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥! ,

(OS Steve Harrington x fem!reader Kline x Robin Buckley)

summary: you, Steve’s ex-girlfriend, bounce out of town because of your dad’s passing. You decide to swing back during the holidays after your big transformation, only to stumble upon this chick who’s feeding into your sensual cravings.

word count: 11k +

warnings: infidelity, oral sex (receiving, female), homophobia, lesbianism, two-year age difference (both are older), kisses, inexperience, scissoring, no cuddling after sex, caught by a bystander.

a/n: i wrote this bored, so there’s a bit of filler. not recommended for folks craving instant action, there’s some backstory here. can’t promise it’s all good, wrote it while watching a movie lol

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Indeed, your life seemed like a modern fairy tale, but with a touch of irony. Being the daughter of Mayor Laurence ‘Larry’ Kline, your existence was wrapped in an aura of privilege and power. However, not everything that glitters is gold, and behind the facade of perfection, secrets and uncomfortable truths were hidden, but you ignored them.

Since childhood, you were the center of attention, not only for being the mayor’s descendant, but also for your innate charisma. Your room was a sanctuary of toys and luxuries: shelves filled with porcelain dolls with glassy eyes that seemed to follow you around, drawers overflowing with colorful ribbons that adorned your hair, and a vanity covered with imported makeup you hadn’t even fully learned how to use. Your clothes were never repeated. You had a wardrobe that rivaled the most exclusive shops, with designer dresses and shoes that squeaked when you wore them for the first time. The attention you received was constant and sometimes overwhelming. Boys and girls your age looked at you with a mix of admiration and envy, while adults treated you with a deference that bordered on servile. And then there was Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington, the golden boy of Hawkins, your favorite plaything, whose attention seemed to be the most coveted prize. His charming smile and perfectly styled hair were the dream of many, but he only had eyes for you. However, even that perfect relationship had its cracks, its secrets that only you knew, since you had been fortunate enough to snatch his virginity.

With every step you took down the hallway, the murmur of conversations mingled with the sound of your little platforms. Your pastel yellow Chanel skirt was like a ray of sunshine amidst the monotony, drawing looks that oscillated between admiration and envy. You felt as if you were on an impromptu catwalk, with the school hallways transformed into your personal stage.

Your best friend, always by your side, shared your confident and elegant attitude. Although rumors said her financial situation wasn’t as comfortable, her demeanor and style left no doubt that she was up to the challenge. Together, you formed a dynamic duo, two fashion forces in a sea of sportswear and uniformity.

As you passed by Steve Harrington and Nancy Wheeler, the couple of the moment, you felt a spark of satisfaction. Despite their smiles and the image of happiness they projected, there was an open secret that everyone in the school knew: Steve was with Nancy trying to fill the void you had left, just as he does with all the girls. His presence by her side was only a shadow compared to the memories he shared with you. It was a game of appearances and hidden emotions, a delicate dance of glances and whispers that intertwined in the everyday life of the school day. And in that dance, you held the baton, aware of every movement and the melody that only you could orchestrate.

Every time you approached Steve, your steps were confident and your presence unmistakable. You could see how his world paused for a moment, how his eyes left whatever had captured his attention to meet yours. Even in the most unexpected moments, like when his lips were about to touch Nancy’s, he would pull away, as if an invisible magnet was drawing him towards you.

“Hi, Stevie…” you would say with a warm voice and a tone that resonated with a mixture of respect and genuine affection. It wasn’t just a formality imposed by the long-standing friendship between your father and his, but a gesture you sincerely enjoyed.

His response never changed: a silly smile, one of those that appear without permission from the brain and speak more of feelings than words. It was a smile that didn’t need embellishments or explanations, that said “Glad to see you…” without needing to utter a single syllable. And although he would never admit it out loud, you knew that smile was just for you, a small secret shared in the midst of daily routine.

With a subtle yet meaningful gesture, you ran your tongue over your lower lip, a slow and deliberate movement that didn’t go unnoticed. Your eyebrows arched slightly, an unequivocal signal that only he could decipher. You looked him up and down, a quick but intense scan that confirmed the mutual attention. Then, with a grace that seemed as natural as breathing, you decided to continue on your way, letting the pastel yellow skirt sway gently with each step you took.

To any casual observer, your behavior was nothing more than a mundane greeting, one of those social exchanges that fade into the collective memory of everyday life. However, what they were unaware of was the espionage game hidden behind that facade of normalcy. That “Stevie” pronounced with a particular cadence and that raising of eyebrows were the secret code, the agreed signal that indicated it was time to act.

He, knowing its meaning, didn’t hesitate for a second. Anything he was doing was suspended, abandoned without remorse.

With the mental agility of an experienced spy, he turned to Nancy with an apologetic expression on his face. “Nancy, I’m sorry, but I need to check something on the sound system,” he said, his voice attempting to sound casual but unable to fully hide the underlying urgency. “I think I left something on and I don’t want it to overheat.”

Nancy, accustomed to his sudden technical disappearances, nodded with a understanding smile. “It’s okay, Steve. Go and fix whatever you need,” she replied, releasing him with a gentle pat on the arm.

His steps quickened, driven by the urgency of that silent call, heading towards the stairs hidden behind the locker rooms. It was a ritual they had perfected over time, a dance of glances and gestures that communicated much more than words ever could…

The muffled whisper faded into the dimness, a secret confessed only to the dancing shadows around. Each touch of his tongue was a promise, a silent oath igniting a cascade of sensations, a rushing river flowing through every fiber of your being, and especially through your thighs. You grasped his hair, those rebellious strands privileged only to be tousled by your fingers, while struggling to contain the torrent of emotions threatening to sweep you away. The coolness of the stone against your back was an anchor, the sole reminder that you still belonged to this world, intensifying the clandestine atmosphere of pleasure you both shared.

In the dimness of the old stairs, the world narrowed down to the haze around you and whispers. The flickers of light that seeped through played hide and seek among the forgotten corners, barely revealing Steve’s silhouette. His face, adorned with cute moles forming constellations, was hidden in the depths of your skirt, a mystery, an enigma defying reality with his presence. Despite the faint darkness surrounding you, your eyes had adapted enough to distinguish his, shining with a fierce passion, an uncontrollable flame consuming the air between you, making you tremble even more. Every stroke of his tongue, every suction, was a torment and a pleasure intertwined dragging you towards a forbidden ecstasy.

The echo of your moans intertwined with the gentle murmur of the wind, creating a symphony of desire in the air charged with anticipation. With each movement, each touch, the heat of your bodies intensified, merging into a whirlwind of burning sensations. One of your hands, trembling with excitement, clung firmly to the wrought iron railing, while your legs tensed involuntarily as Steve’s lips explored every nook of your intimacy. “Mhhm, right there, Stevie,” you whispered between gasping breaths, letting out a more intense moan as you felt the pressure of his mouth against your center of pleasure. The strength of your hands unconsciously squeezed his face between your thighs, plunging him even deeper into the vortex of your desire, while the essence of your excitement flooded his senses.

Steve’s grunts resonated in the space between your legs, causing his lips to vibrate slightly against your sensitive skin, sending waves of pleasure coursing through every fiber of your being. Every movement, every sigh, was a dance of shared ecstasy, leading you to the edge of the abyss of pleasure.

Moaning in response to every caress, every suction, you surrendered completely to the frenzy of the moment, feeling as if you were about to unleash heaven in an uncontrollable explosion of ecstasy.

A few seconds later, after a symphony of intense suctions and wet licks, you surrendered to the rush of pleasure and came in Steve’s mouth. He was kneeling in front of you as you leaned over him, your dripping pussy releasing your essence onto his eager lips. Steve welcomed your ecstasy with a smile radiating excitement, his eyes shining with shared passion, and his cock, of course, barely contained in his too-tight pants, scarcely visible but hinting at the unrestrained desire consuming him. Steve’s gaze, filled with satisfaction and lust, locked onto yours as he savored every drop of your essence as if it were the most exquisite nectar.

His lips, wet and eager, continued to explore your intimacy with a devotion that left you breathless, while his skilled tongue continued to provoke waves of pleasure that coursed through every fiber of your being.

You could feel the force of his desire pulsating against your skin, his eager hands seeking contact, craving more of you even in that moment of shared ecstasy. The sexual tension that had built up between you reached its peak, manifesting in the urgency of his movements and the desperate hunger of his lips against yours. But before you let him kiss you, still reeling, you gently pushed him away, looking him up and down with an expression of superiority, as you always did.

“Don’t think I’m gonna kiss you, screw you, or anything like that. I just wanted you to eat me out, nothing more. Don’t feel like doing anything else with you. Let your little girlfriend Nancy suck your dick. I’m out,” you said, adjusting your skirt, forgetting something but leaving as quickly as possible to avoid having to talk to him, as usual.

Little did you know, you had left your delicate lace thong there, forgotten alongside Steve, the masochist who was always lurking. Steve knew that you two no longer had the same connection as before, but that didn’t stop him from trying to get closer to you. This time, he decided to seize the opportunity, knowing he would never have the intimacy with you that he desired as in the old times.

Without wasting a moment, Steve picked up your thong soaked with your fluids and tucked it into the back pocket of his pants. With stealthy movements, he slinked towards the locker room bathrooms, with the sole intention of finding relief for his throbbing cock.

He sat cautiously on the toilet lid, closing the bathroom door with a firm twist of the key, thus ensuring his privacy. With a mix of palpable anxiety and desire, he prepared to indulge in solitary pleasure, with your image ever-present in his mind.

With trembling hands, he retrieved his wallet, a treasure he guarded jealously, and from it, he pulled out a photograph of you. In the image, you looked radiant, modeling one of his T-shirts, your delicate nipples barely outlined in the fabric. With a gaze fixed on your face, his fingers caressed the image with devotion, as if they could touch your skin through the paper.

In addition to the photo, he pulled out the thong you had previously forgotten, a garment that became a tangible symbol of your past encounters, as it had been a gift from you when you had been dating. Carefully, he wrapped his erection with the soft fabric, feeling the familiar texture and the echo of your presence in every fiber. The combination of the no longer so warm creamy fluid and the soft fabric triggered a wave of pleasure that immediately brought him to the brink of ecstasy. A slight moan escaped his lips as he surrendered to the frenzied rhythm of his own hand, immersing himself in a world of fantasies where only you occupied his mind.

“I’m sorry, Nancy…” he murmured with a choked voice, while his fingers explored the soft skin of his erection, sensitive and sore from the accumulated tension. His eyes were fixed on the photograph he held with reverence, your image shining before him.

Every detail of your face captivated him: your rosy, provocative lips; your pronounced eyelashes framing eyes full of mystery and seduction; your beautiful hair gracefully waving around your face. Everything about you delighted him, from the elegance of your gestures to the intensity of your gaze.

But despite his fascination, a feeling of resentment stirred within him. He hated how sometimes you could be so stubborn, so insensitive to his desires and needs. The tension between you grew with each encounter, fueled by your whims and his repressed frustration.

With a sigh laden with mixed emotions, he surrendered to solitary pleasure, each caress a blend of desire and desperation. Though he loved you madly, sometimes he wished you could understand what he felt, what he needed from you beyond appearances.

After reaching climax twice, his still labored breathing echoed in the silent locker room. A thin layer of sweat beaded his forehead, a testament to the intensity of his emotions released in those moments of solitary ecstasy. Small droplets of his essence escaped his body, lightly staining the locker room floor, marking the territory of his unrestrained passion.

With trembling hands, he adjusted his tight pants, still feeling the buzz of pleasure resonating through his body. The air was laden with the scent of desire, permeating the environment with the intensity of their intimate encounter.

With determination in each step, he headed towards his last class before lunch. Although his mind still buzzed with images of your face, his body was now infused with a sense of calm and satisfaction. He had released the accumulated tension, at least for a moment, and was ready to face the rest of the day with renewed energy.

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The rain pounded the pavement with a fury that seemed personal, each drop an accusation against the city asphalt. Amidst this storm, the Family Video store stood like a beacon for movie lovers, its flickering sign battling the darkness imposed by the whims of the weather.

Robin held the umbrella with a steady hand, protecting not only her own hair from the rain but also that of her companion in discussions and confidences, Steve. With his gaze fixed on the trunk of his car, Steve rummaged through forgotten tools and objects, desperately searching for the small lamp that would allow them to continue their work in the video store.

“How could you be into Kline’s chick, dude? She’s just as gross as her daddy, I don’t get it,” he said, his voice barely audible over the constant drumming of the rain. The question was not only a questioning of shared tastes but an echo of a deeper rivalry, one that extended beyond romantic preferences and touched the fiber of their friendship. “I still don’t get why you’re into the same girls as me, man,” he continued, his frustration growing with each word, as if the same drops falling from the sky fueled his discontent.

Robin, with a patience found only in those who have weathered countless storms, both meteorological and emotional, responded with a calm that contrasted with the agitation of the night. “I just have good taste, Steve.”

Finally, Steve’s fingers stumbled upon the object of his search. With a sigh of relief mingling with the dampness of the air, he grabbed the lamp and closed the trunk with a thud that resonated in the stillness of the night. Both were splattered with the treacherous drops that had accumulated their weight on top of the car, a small victory of the storm over their efforts. The dimness of the Family Video store enveloped Steve and Robin like a blanket, darkness interrupted only by the erratic flashes of lightning seeping through the windows. “Good taste? She was straight-up trouble, Rob,” he murmured, his voice echoing in the emptiness of the store. The shelves, normally full of life and color from the movie covers, now seemed threatening shadows in the darkness. “I went out with her, and I can tell you, it wasn’t a great experience, apart from the sex, of course,” he continued, his tone a mix of regret and disdain. As he closed the soaked umbrella, drops of water detached and joined the chorus of rain pounding outside. He placed the umbrella by the door, like a forgotten guardian, and shook his hair, trying to rid himself of the invading moisture. He pulled out a mini mirror, the surface reflecting a face marked by the tumultuous night. He checked his hair. With a sigh, he continued to the counter, where he deposited the small lamp, its light a promise of warmth in the cold that engulfed the place.

“You went out with that hottie?! I might start believing that whole thing about ugly dudes scoring the hottest girls…,” Robin joked, her laughter a flicker of light in the darkness, as ephemeral and bright as the lightning outside. She stepped aside, leaving space for Harrington, in a gesture of camaraderie, unable to give him a friendly punch on the arm.

The tension between Steve and Robin was palpable in the charged air of the Family Video store. “She wouldn’t even look twice at you… she’s super straight. I even think she was homophobic…” Harrington said, his voice tinged with a jealousy that seemed to drag shadows from the past, shadows of a high school era that both had left behind, or so they thought.

“Well, I’ll just turn her from phobic to homo, easy,” Robin retorted, her eyebrows raised in a playful challenge, a joke meant to lighten the mood but only served to bring Steve a flood of memories, flashbacks he’d rather keep buried.

“Ugh, don’t do that!” Steve complained, his patience wearing thin like the tape of an old VHS movie. Robin, feeling the weight of her friend’s irritation, let out an exasperated sigh.

“Well, I won’t breathe either if that bothers you too, for god’s sake…” she said, rolling her eyes in a theatrical expression of frustration before walking towards the back room.

Leaving he alone at the counter, the echo of her footsteps mingled with the buzz of burnt fuses and the murmur of rain against the roof. Steve stood there, in the dimness, his mind navigating the turbulent waters of his adolescence. He remembered you, with your fiery temper and defiant smile, a presence that had marked his youth and, despite the years and distance, still stirred up a whirlwind of emotions within him. It had been approximately four years since you went to Spain on exchange, four years that had done little to cool the memories Steve held of you. He didn’t want to admit it, but he missed your bad temper, and above all, that body of yours…

The days at the Family Video store passed with the slowness of a slow-motion movie, each moment stretching into infinity. Robin, increasingly immersed in Harrington’s past with that girl, couldn’t help but let the details surface in his mind. “Yes, I… did all that…” he confessed with a blush that didn’t need light to be perceived, speaking of secret encounters on the stairs, those moments stolen from time and curious eyes. “But please, I beg you not to tell Nancy! I’m trying to win her back but she doesn’t know anything about what happened when we were together…” he pleaded, his voice a whisper laden with urgency and fear. Robin’s expression, pale as the moon on a starless night, reflected the surprise and horror of realizing the presence looming behind them.

“Not know what?” asked a sweet voice, as familiar as the melody of a forgotten song. Nancy, with her friendly smile and a small wad of money in her hands, appeared like a figure from a dream, or perhaps a nightmare. “What? No, nothing!” he stammered, anxiety building up in his chest like clouds before a storm, desperately seeking Robin’s complicity but finding only the void of a situation slipping out of control.

The door of the store burst open with a bang, like the prelude to a dramatic act in a play. A girl, dressed in clothes where red and black stood out. Her tight leather pants, a torn red top, accompanied by a dark jacket showing signs of being well worn, culminating with the icing on the cake: a flamboyant, teased hair, typical of glam metal enthusiasts. She made her triumphant entrance. In her hands, a movie magazine, her finger marking a page like one points to a destination. “Hey, I changed my mind, I think I’d rather watch Satan’s Mistress, it has…” you began, but your voice trailed off the moment your eyes met Steve’s.

It was a gaze that crossed years of distance, a bridge laid over an abyss of time and memories. Your former partner in sex, passion, and toxic courtship.

The reunion was a whirlwind of emotions, a vortex that swept up the fragments of a past everyone had thought overcome.

Your voice echoed in the confined space of the video store, a reminder of its former sweetness now tinged with the roughness of tobacco. “Am I dreaming or is that you, Harrington?” The Viceroy hung on your lips, a stark contrast against the burgundy tone that adorned them. With a careless gesture, you dropped the magazine you held onto a shelf full of horror movie covers, a sanctuary for lovers of fear and tension. Your black heels struck the ground with determination, each step an announcement of your presence that filled the air with an almost musical cadence. You made your way to the counter, your imposing figure leaning against the collection of VHS and DVDs that decorated the place.

“Keith…” Steve’s voice was a murmur, his eyes scanning the woman standing before him. He wasn’t sure what to make of the change; the woman he knew had been replaced by someone new, someone who defied his understanding.

Robin, on the other hand, couldn’t hide her delight. The feminine arrogance that had characterized the girl in the past had pleased her, but this… this was something completely different. It was a transformation that invited both admiration and bewilderment. “Damn…” exclaimed Robin, not trying to conceal the surprise caused by your daring neckline.

The video store had become a stage for unexpected revelations. Steve, still recovering from the initial impact, found his voice to articulate a question that burned inside him. “W-When did you come back to town?!” His voice trembled, a reflection of the nerves that assaulted him as he evoked memories of a seemingly distant past.

“Not long ago,” you responded with a calmness that contrasted with Steve’s agitation. “My father was murdered two years ago, I don’t know if you remember. So now I’m here to spend the holidays at his house, here in Hawkins.” Each word was pronounced with a serenity that belied the tragedy of your story, while the cigarette smoke curled in the air, as if trying to escape the reality of your words. Your clothing, tight and revealing, seemed like a second skin, outlining every contour of your body with exaggerated precision. Robin, from her corner behind the counter, couldn’t look away. To her, you were like a celestial vision, a fallen rocker angel who had returned with stories of distant worlds.

Nancy had become a mere shadow in those moments. Her original intention had been simple: to rent a movie at Steve’s store, a perfect excuse to spend time with you, now that you had returned. But reality had twisted in a way she couldn’t comprehend. She understood nothing.

Harrington, with a nod of acknowledgment, found himself in a sea of uncertainty, the scene before him causing a growing discomfort. “I’m sorry…” he murmured, looking away towards the ground, a gesture revealing his unease.

“Don’t worry about it, these things happen,” you responded with a voice dripping with unwavering calmness, as you flicked the ash from your cigarette into the nearby ashtray. The act led you to approach the blonde girl, whose beauty was as evident as her friendly smile. Returning the smile, you noticed a glint of something undefinable in her eyes, as if you had ignited a spark of emotion within her. “Well, I guess I’ll head back to the car,” you announced, turning with an elegance that defied the gravity of your heels. “Grab whatever movie you want, Nans,” you said with a carefree tone, exiting the store and leaving behind a trail of perfume and mystery. Your steps were confident and graceful, each movement a testament to your ability to walk on those pillars of style as easily as others would walk in sneakers.

Nancy, observing the scene, felt the tension that had taken hold of Steve, his body rigid as if on the verge of breaking. Determined to ease the atmosphere, she approached him with a timid question. “Uh… do you have the movie she mentioned?” Her voice was a whisper, almost drowned out by uncertainty.

He, trapped in his own confusion, couldn’t recall the mentioned title, but Robin, with her ever-sharp attention, jumped to the rescue. “Satan’s Mistress! Yes! A horror movie from a few years back, based on a book, pretty good actually.” Her enthusiasm was palpable, her hands tracing arcs in the air as she spoke and moved with a clear purpose. She found the movie quickly, placed it on the counter, and scanned it, announcing the price to Nancy, who paid with a handful of small bills she held firmly.

Nancy was ready to bid farewell, to leave behind the video store and its memories, but something stopped her. She turned abruptly, as if a sudden idea had crossed her mind, a missing piece in the afternoon’s puzzle that needed to be placed.

Nancy’s proposal resonated in the video store like an invitation to leave the past behind and dive into new adventures. “She’s having a welcome party at her place, so she’ll invite old classmates and all that. Do you want to come?” Her voice was a mixture of enthusiasm and nervousness, aware of the surprise her announcement could cause.

Harrington, still entangled in the threads of the past, was about to decline the offer, his mouth opening to formulate an excuse. But before he could articulate a single word, Robin intervened with an energy that seemed to overflow the confines of the store. “Yes!” she exclaimed, her affirmation so loud and clear it seemed to fill every corner, even suspending the constant buzz of the fluorescent lights.

Surprised by Robin’s vehemence, Nancy gave an awkward smile, her cheeks taking on a rosy hue reflecting her embarrassment. Quickly, she shared the address and time of the party, words that hung in the air before she turned around and walked out of the video store, leaving behind a silence that draped over the place like a blanket.

The silence that had fallen over the video store was so thick it could almost be cut with a knife. The shelves filled with movies seemed to hold their breath, waiting for the next act of this unexpected human comedy.

“Steve?” Robin’s voice pierced the silence, her casual tone breaking the stillness like a stone dropped into a calm pond.

He, still lost in his thoughts, barely uttered a sound resembling an assent. “Mhhm?”

“I think I’ve wet myself,” declared Robin, with a calmness that contrasted with the nature of her announcement.

Steve couldn’t help but react. “Damn, Robin, you’re gross,” he exclaimed, his voice a mix of disgust and humor. It was an accusation spoken with the lightness of camaraderie, an acknowledgment of the peculiarity of their friendship that could withstand even the strangest of revelations.

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The screech of Steve’s car brakes blended with the music emanating from the mayor’s old mansion, an echo of youth reverberating within the walls of a building now housing those who, just two years ago, were teenagers but were now venturing into adulthood. The mansion, with its flickering lights and aura of nostalgia, was a beacon for memories of a simpler time.

Robin, with the grace of someone who had shared countless adventures in that passenger seat, lowered the car mirror and examined her reflection. Her eyes lingered on every detail of her face, ensuring her makeup would withstand the night ahead. Her hair, tousled and free as always, framed her face with a naturalness that needed no adornment. The orange T-shirt she wore, snug and adorned with yellow stripes, seemed to capture the last light of dusk. The flared jeans, swaying with each movement, and the borrowed jacket, a temporary gift from her friend, completed her outfit with a harmony of colors that spoke of her carefree and vibrant personality.

Meanwhile, Steve remained motionless, his gaze fixed on the house looming before them. The mansion brought back memories of clandestine nights, shared laughter, and whispered secrets while climbing the ivy that reached to the window of their old room. Those memories enveloped him like a cool breeze, taking him back to a time when everything seemed possible. Dressed with the same nonchalance with which he faced life, he had made no effort to dress up. His clothes, casual yet stylish in their own way, reflected his attitude towards life: simple, straightforward, and uncomplicated.

The music from the mansion grew louder, as if calling the guests to immerse themselves in the celebration. Robin, giving one last glance at the mirror, smiled satisfied and closed the compartment with a click. Steve sighed, a sigh that contained years of stories and lived moments, and with a complicit smile towards Robin, stepped out of the car.

The song filling the air was a lesser-known classic, “Turn Up The Radio” by Autograph. With its energetic and catchy rhythm, the electric guitar resonated with chords that invited leaving troubles behind and plunging into the euphoria of the moment. The singer’s voice, with its raspy and passionate tone, sang about freedom and youthful rebellion, a perfect anthem for those seeking escape in music. In the front yard, the scene was a living collage of the era. Groups of friends gathered around an Ford Mustang, its doors wide open to share the music emanating from the stereo. Laughter and conversations mingled with the sound of beer cans being opened and the sizzle of a nearby grill where burgers and sausages were being cooked.

The blonde, with her eyes wide open, couldn’t take her eyes off those strangers who seemed to have stepped out of a metal music video. Her fascination with glam style had been born just hours before when she saw you enter the store with that star aura. Curiosity had seized her, and now, seeing you at the door of the house, that curiosity turned into admiration.

You and Nancy were immersed in a conversation, but your sixth sense for important arrivals made you look up just in time to see that duo approaching. An eyebrow raised in a gesture that mixed surprise and interest. Your hair, cut in layers with a precision that only the best stylists could achieve, cascaded around your face, each strand contributing to the impressive volume that seemed to defy gravity. Robin was speechless, her mouth slightly open in a mute expression of amazement. The moonlight reflected on your leopard-print pants, making the wild patterns come to life. The corset you wore, snug and enhancing your figure, was the centerpiece of an outfit that screamed confidence and rebellion. The girl was captivated, not only by your physical appearance but also by the energy you exuded, a mix of mystery and magnetism that irresistibly attracted her. Harrington, on the other hand, seemed overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. With a sudden decision, he chose to withdraw from the scene, seeking refuge among familiar faces. He headed towards a group of former basketball teammates, greeting them with back slaps and knowing smiles. Meanwhile, Robin remained paralyzed, watching you with a mixture of admiration and a new awakening of her own style.

You watched as Steve walked away, leaving the girl alone in the midst of the party bustle. With a carefree gesture, you took the Marlboro resting behind your ear, which sported metallic hoops as witnesses to past rebellions. You lit the cigarette with the flame of a Zippo that gleamed under the starlight and began walking along the stone path, a path that evoked childhood memories and that your father had ordered to be built years ago when the mansion was still a home and not a museum of memories.

“How’s it going, blondie? Do I know you?” you asked with a confidence that seemed to emanate from your very essence, a certainty that charged the air with electricity. Robin, with her golden hair reflecting the neon lights, stood paralyzed, feeling a shiver running down her spine and erasing any other thought from her mind. The orange-haired girl who had captured her attention throughout her time in the band vanished from her consciousness, and even her own name seemed like a mystery.

“Uh-uh, I…” Robin stammered, struggling to find the words as a playful smile played on your lips, noticing her nervousness. You raised an eyebrow, a perfect arch that added emphasis to your playful expression at her discomfiture.

“I think we’ve never met…” you interrupted her attempt to reply, cutting through the air with a certainty that left little room for doubt. “I’d never forget a face like yours,” you concluded, your words hanging in the space between the two of you like a promise or a premonition. You looked her up and down, a scan that was not so much an evaluation as it was a recognition of her presence, her uniqueness. You exhaled the cigarette smoke, and it wafted through the air before dissipating in front of her face, an ephemeral veil that seemed to separate and yet unite two worlds.

Buckley blinked, an instinctive reaction to the smoke wafting through the air, and coughed slightly, a momentary interruption that brought her back to the present. A blush spread across her cheeks, a rosy hue that highlighted the concealed freckles and her eyes, which maintained an innate sweetness. “No, we’ve never met, or at least I don’t think so…” she said with a trembling voice, avoiding your gaze because she knew that if her eyes met yours, the words would be lost in the abyss of her nervousness.

You, with a smile that revealed amusement at her discomfiture, furrowed your brow and took another drag of your Marlboro, keeping the conversation going with an ease that contrasted with her uncertainty. “Uh? How’s that?” you asked amidst laughter, scanning the girl with a gaze that seemed to see beyond the surface.

“Well, we went to high school together, but you’re older than me…” Robin explained, her voice gaining a bit more firmness as the words flowed. You raised an eyebrow, a gesture that denoted both surprise and genuine interest.

“You’re still in high school?” you inquired, exhaling a new cloud of smoke that spiraled into the night sky.

Robin nodded, her gesture accompanied by a shadow of embarrassment at the age difference, and a palpable frustration at not being able to hold a normal conversation, to be that normal girl she wished to be at that moment. “Well, you don’t seem like it… you look great,” you said with a sideways smile, an expression that carried a mixture of compliment and challenge. You looked her up and down, not with judgment, but with an appreciation that made her feel seen, truly seen. You crossed your arms, and the corset you wore emitted a soft creak, a sound that seemed to be in tune with the tension and expectation hanging in the air. Robin, still recovering from the effect of the smoke and the surprise of your approach, found herself in a crossroads of emotions, between shyness and the excitement of being in the spotlight of your attention. She responded to the compliment with a charming shyness, her cheeks taking on a rosier hue as she tilted her head, allowing her short hair to brush against her skin. With a gentle and considerate gesture, you lifted her chin, encouraging her to meet your gaze. “You seem down… want a drink, …?” The pause hung in the air, an invitation for her to introduce herself.

With a frantic nod, as if just understanding the hint, she hurried to respond. “Robin. Robin Buckley. And yes, I’d love a drink. I’d love to,” she said with a voice that almost stumbled over itself, clearing her throat slightly to maintain composure. Your smile widened, and with a conspiratorial gesture, you took hold of your ex-boyfriend’s jacket sleeve and led Robin towards the house. As you walked, you shared your name and asked questions about her life, showing genuine interest in her and her story.

You made two strong drinks and led her to your backyard, a quiet and empty space that would soon be filled with your laughter and conversation. As the night wore on, and after several short trips in search of more alcohol, you both found yourselves laughing and teasing with a familiarity of old friends, which had never existed between you. “I would never have thought of that! She really does look like a Muppet,” you exclaimed, unable to contain the emphasis that alcohol liberated, sharing a genuine laugh with Robin.

The blonde’s confession hung in the night air, a revelation as unexpected as it was sincere. “I still don’t understand how I ended up liking her,” she said, the words escaping her lips before she could catch them and return them to the refuge of her thoughts. It was a moment of vulnerability, a window to her soul that she rarely allowed herself to show. Uncertainty tinged her confession; concern about revealing too much, about crossing an invisible line that could change the dynamics of the night. She didn’t want to talk about her sexuality, not because she was ashamed, but because she didn’t know yours and feared the possibility of making you uncomfortable.

Your response to Robin’s revelation was a hearty laugh, followed by a joke that added lightness to the moment. “I get you, I hooked up with one who looked like Sloth from The Goonies,” you said amidst laughter, referring to the iconic character from the adventure movie, released a year earlier.

Robin, surprised by your comment and the revelation it implied, couldn’t help but burst into explosive laughter, causing her to expel alcohol through her nose. Surprise and hilarity mingled in her reaction; she didn’t expect you to share her inclination, didn’t expect to find someone who resonated with her own experience. Anxiety and nervousness invaded her, a mix of excitement and fear at the possibility of not being alone in her feelings. The night had brought an unexpected chill, and the incident with the drink had left Robin with a wet shirt, making her tremble slightly. Noticing her discomfort, you offered a practical and kind solution. “Come on, I’ll take you to my room to change,” you suggested, guiding her through the party and into the warmth of the house.

Robin entered the room, her gaze roaming over the personal space you now shared. She sits onto the leopard-print quilt, her fingers sliding over the synthetic fur, soft and welcoming to the touch. The music, a constant and rhythmic pulse, filtered through the door, marking the beat of the night.

Meanwhile, you were immersed in the search for the perfect garment in your closet, a collection that spoke of past stories and concerts. You hummed the melody that seeped into the room, the influence of alcohol dissipating enough to allow you to focus on the task. You were looking for something that captured the essence of your new friendship without being overly flashy. Upon returning to the room, you found Robin absorbed in the photographs adorning your walls, images capturing moments of a previous version of yourself, one that contrasted with the person you were now. “What? Surprised? I looked better before, I know,” you said with a playful and ironic tone, depositing a Metallica T-shirt on the quilt and placing a hairdryer next to it, a silent invitation for Robin to dry her wet shirt.

“What?! No!” exclaimed Robin, turning with a mixture of surprise and embarrassment at being caught in her contemplation. “No, not at all… before you were very pretty, but I think… now you are more,” she articulated with difficulty, the words stumbling over each other as she clung to the furniture, seeking physical support for her emotional turmoil. The sincerity of her comment caught you by surprise, raising your eyebrows in astonishment. A smile spread across your lips, and an unfamiliar sensation, akin to butterflies fluttering in your stomach, emerged. It was an emotion you hadn’t experienced in a long time, a recognition that resonated with a part of you that had remained silent.

“Then, do you think I’m pretty, or straight up hot?” you ask, a playful smile dancing on your lips as you take measured steps toward Robin. The distance between you closes with each deliberate move, and though the question hangs lightly in the air, there’s a hint of genuine curiosity in your eyes.

Robin nods slowly, her gaze drifting from your eyes to linger on your lips, as if trying to read every nuance of your expression. “Well, let me tell you, I feel the same about you…” you say, your voice caressing each word, now just inches away from her. The tension between you is palpable, like a spark on the verge of igniting a flame. The air is charged with an electricity only proximity can generate. You can feel the warmth emanating from Robin, and every breath you take is infused with her essence. There’s an unspoken promise hanging in the air, an invitation to cross the invisible line that still separates your worlds.

“The same?” Robin asks, her tone a whisper barely daring to break the silence. Her hand rises, trembling yet determined, and brushes against the fabric of your rough corset as if it were the most delicate thing in the world. “You’re much more than pretty,” she confesses, and there’s weight in her words, a depth that goes beyond mere attraction.

“And how can I be sure you’re not lying to me? What if you’re just saying it to make me feel good?” you tease, puffing your cheeks slightly in a feigned pout that fails to hide the playful sparkle in your eyes. Robin’s hand, which had found its place over the curve of your corset, pauses for a moment, as if your words had planted the seed of doubt. But the smile playing on her lips reveals she’s enjoying the game as much as you are. Through the thick fabric, Robin’s fingers feel the steady rhythm of your breathing, each inhalation and exhalation like a wave crashing against the shore. The closeness between you diminishes even more, and though neither of you mentions it, both can feel the electricity of the moment, as tangible as the fabric between your fingers.

“Lie to you?” Robin replies, her voice low and filled with a warmth that seems to envelop you. “There’s no need for lies when the truth is more enticing.” The confidence in her tone is enough to dispel any shadow of uncertainty, and the way her thumb gently caresses the pattern of the corset is a promise in itself.

Involuntarily, or perhaps not so much, you find yourselves even closer, the distance between you measured not in centimeters, but in heartbeats.

“Why don’t you show me then?” The question leaves your lips with a challenging tone, but your eyes shine with a mix of anticipation and amusement. She, trapped between your body and the furniture, seems to search your gaze for some sign to guide her. The proximity is inevitable, and the tension that had been building now seems on the verge of overflowing.

The space feels charged, each shared breath adding more intensity to the moment. You can feel the slight tremor in Robin’s hands, a vibration that speaks of nervousness and anticipation. The room has been reduced to this small stage where only the two of you exist, and the silence that surrounds you is a silent witness to the connection being forged.

Robin swallows, her gesture almost imperceptible, but you catch it clearly. “Show you, huh?” she says with a voice that tries to sound confident but betrays a trace of vulnerability. “I don’t need words for that.” And with a movement that breaks the last barrier of distance, her lips seek yours in a kiss that promises to be as revealing as the whispered confessions. The contact is soft at first, almost tentative, but soon gains confidence and depth.

Feeling her lips against yours, a spark of excitement ignites within you, and a victorious smile spreads across your face, illuminating the moment with a sense of silent triumph. Each brush of her lips against yours is like a perfectly tuned melody, a symphony of sensations that completely envelops you. With each kiss, you eagerly explore the softness of her lips, savoring the sweetness of the shared moment. As it continues, her hands leave the furniture and find a new refuge on your bare shoulders, conveying a sense of connection and complicity that fills you with joy. This gesture encourages you to deepen the kiss, to fully surrender to the torrent of emotions flowing between you. With instinctive impulse, your hands grip her waist firmly, feeling the firmness of her body beneath your fingers, gently caressing her, lightly scratching with your nails. Determined to explore further, you smoothly slide your hands inside her jacket, where the still damp shirt rests, like a tangible echo of the moments shared that night. The cool, damp texture of the fabric beneath your fingers reminds you of the play of contrasts of the evening, where the warmth of the encounters mingled with the freshness of the unexpected.

As the intensity of the kiss grew, your senses sharpened, capturing every detail of the experience. You could feel the warmth of her breath mingling with yours, creating a dance of sensations that enveloped you completely. When her tongue joined yours in a playful and fiery exchange, the world around you seemed to fade away, leaving you only with the rapid pulse of shared passion. The grip on her waist tightened, as if you wanted to merge your bodies in an intimate, fiery embrace. As you pressed your pelvis against hers, you felt the electricity sparking between you, a current of desire flowing freely in the anticipation-filled air. With each touch, each contact, the tension between you reached new heights, leaving Robin trapped between your body and the furniture, with no escape possible. Her soft moans mixed with your own in a symphony of pleasure, every whisper, every sigh fueling the whirlwind of emotions consuming you both. Your hands eagerly explored every inch of her back, every curve, every contour, while their fingers clung to you with an urgency reflecting the unrestrained desire burning within them.

As Robin’s pleasure-filled moans echoed in the room, your own desire intensified, fueled by the sight of them writhing under your control. The need to feel her weight on the furniture consumed you, driving you to lift she and place her where you desired. With determination, you grasped one of her thighs firmly, letting your nails sink slightly into her skin as you lifted her body with one hand, making space on the furniture with the other.

With a swift gesture, you cleared the furniture of all figures and objects adorning its surface, leaving a clear space for Robin. When you finally seated her there, a sigh escaped her parted lips, momentarily interrupting the desire-laden silence enveloping you both. Breaking away from the fierce kiss, a strand of saliva stretched between your lips, a testament to the fervor with which you had surrendered to each other.

As your eyes settled just at the level of her breasts, obscured by the loose fabric of her shirt, your imagination soared, visualizing every curve and contour hidden beneath the cloth. Biting your lower lip eagerly, you seized their buttocks firmly, drawing her body towards yours with an irresistible force. A faint cry escaped Robin’s lips at the unexpected surge of passion, but her hands soon caressed your neck tenderly, desperately seeking your lips.

Playfully, you moved out of her reach, enjoying the seductive game unfolding between you both. Until, finally, you succumbed to the overwhelming desire and united your lips in a kiss even hotter and wetter than before. The taste of her mouth, the sensation of her breath mingling with yours, created a symphony of pleasure that enveloped you completely, making you forget everything but the warmth of the moment shared between you both.

Robin, determined to intensify the moment, decided to encircle you with her slender thighs, drawing your body closer to hers in a gesture filled with desire. You could feel the warmth emanating from her groin, colliding against your corset and eliciting a playful giggle that escaped between your lips, briefly separating you from the kiss. At that moment, Robin noticed the change in your expression and felt momentarily bewildered, thinking she might have done something wrong. She looked at you with a mixture of puzzlement and concern, but before she could articulate a word, you broke the tension with a daring joke.

“I think your shirt isn’t the only thing that got wet…” you said with a mischievous smile, quickly changing Robin’s expression. Without averting your gaze from hers, you slid two of your fingers down her lower thigh with a provocative gentleness, sending a shiver of anticipation through her body. The sexual tension between you intensified, turning the air around you into an electrifying blend of desire and playfulness. “See?” You decided to intensify the game and explore Robin’s groin more deeply, guided by the heat emanating from that area. With bold determination, you slid your fingers downward, finding the place where the heat was most intense. You plunged your fingers into the damp denim fabric, feeling the hot texture and the moisture seeping through it. You were mere millimeters away from her wet pussy, separated only by two thin layers of fabric that heightened the tension and anticipation between you.

For Robin, this experience was almost unfamiliar; she had experienced something similar only once before, so she felt like an inexperienced person in the middle of an ocean of unfamiliar sensations. She didn’t know how to react or what to do, but her breathing became more irregular, and her heart pounded with strength, reflecting the intensity of the moment and her own emerging desire. She opted to tightly close her eyes and squeeze your shoulder, which you found endearing.

Your eyes slid over every nuance of her expression, capturing each change in her features with surgical precision. Every time you increased the pressure of your caresses, you could feel Robin’s body responding with slight tremors, unmistakable signs of her excitement and craving for more. With each calculated touch, your fingers explored the unknown terrain of Robin’s groin, while your lips found refuge on the soft skin of her neck. The atmosphere was charged with palpable tension, as if every sigh were an echo of the passion growing between you.

Meanwhile, your other hand ventured over the smooth contour of her opposite thigh, tracing comforting circles on her sensitive skin. The combination of sensations immersed her in a whirlwind of pleasure and anticipation, caught between the desire to surrender completely and the caution of the unknown.

The slight spasms emanating from her body were like small navigation signals, indicators that you were touching the right places, the access points to her ecstasy. Each brush against that sensitive button was like striking a key on a piano, unleashing a symphony of moans and sighs that resonated in the room like a melody of shared pleasure.

As your lips explored every inch of her neck with devotion, your hands continued their captivating dance over the contours of her thighs, delicately caressing every curve and angle. Robin was completely tense, her body vibrating with anticipation and repressed desire, but her responses were a whispering echo of her longing for more. With a slightly husky voice, you ventured to ask her if she was enjoying it, letting the whisper of your words mingle with the whisper of silk in the air. Her nod was barely perceptible, drowned out by the tension consuming her completely. So, you decided to tempt her even more, offering her the promise of even greater pleasure if she allowed you. Between licks and kisses on her neck, you suggestively slid your words, letting each syllable resonate in the desire-filled air.

With a mischievous smile dancing on your lips, you relished the effect of your words on Robin, observing how her desperation was reflected in every gesture and tremor of her body. You tilted your head slightly, allowing your warm, moist breath to caress her ear, leaving a tantalizing trail of saliva with your hot, eager tongue.

Amidst warm giggles, you ventured to ask a question laden with anticipation and desire, whispering it into her ear with irresistible playfulness. “Have you ever been eaten out?” The tension in the air was palpable, and everything about Robin seemed to bristle at your words. It was evident that this was a new experience for her, an unknown territory that plunged her into a mixture of anxiety and excitement. With a barely perceptible nod of her head, she slowly shook her head, swallowing hard at the prospect of the unknown. In response to her answer, you raised an eyebrow, savoring the anticipation of what was to come. With a suggestive gesture, you licked your lips, fixing your gaze on hers with an intensity that was almost palpable. “Well, then I feel lucky to be the first…” you teased softly, letting out a playful giggle as you lowered your body. You found yourself on your knees in front of her, your face at the level of her crotch still covered by her flared pants. However, the moisture seeped through the denim fabric, revealing the intensity of the desire that consumed her. “Wow… I’ve never seen any girl get this wet for me…” you complimented with a smile, as you began to unbutton the buttons holding her pants, slowly lowering them with your gaze locked on hers.

She slowly raised her hips towards you, making the process easier with a trembling gesture of anticipation and effort.

You tossed Robin’s jeans somewhere in the room, leaving her standing before you in her underwear. She covered herself shyly, lightly squeezing her thighs as she avoided your direct gaze. A silly giggle escaped your lips when you noticed the Care Bears design on her panties, which didn’t go unnoticed by Robin. She felt embarrassed, and you could clearly perceive it in her expression. To reassure her, you emphasized that it was just a joke, trying to lighten the awkward moment and make her feel more comfortable with herself. With a determined yet gentle movement, you carefully parted Robin’s thighs, revealing her panties completely soaked. Every inch of fabric was saturated with moisture, from the waistband to the elastic on the legs. The transparency of the fabric exposed her intimacy, allowing you to see directly her pussy. The inner thighs were damp, and the core of the panties was a mixture of excitement and nervousness, creating an intimate scene charged with anticipation. Although Robin felt vulnerable in that moment, her trust in you was also evident, allowing you to access such a private place of her being. With a soft sigh, you moistened your lips before bringing them closer to her underwear, placing delicate and deep kisses on the soaked fabric. Each kiss elicited louder moans from Robin, whose breathing became irregular as her thighs lightly clenched against your face. You could feel the frantic beat of her heart resonating in the air, as if it were vibrating right down there. With a mischievous smile on your lips, you decided to give a playful lick through her panties, tasting the salty flavor of her excitement on your tongue. You looked up and met Robin’s eyes, whose expression mixed desperation and anticipation. One hand impatiently pushed her hair aside, while the other grasped her right thigh, unsure of what to do with it in that moment of intensity. The tension in the air was palpable, and you could see how her cheeks were slightly flushed with the embarrassment and excitement that engulfed her. With a determined movement, you pushed her panties aside, revealing her wet and eager pussy to your caresses. You began by softly licking her outer lips, enjoying the salty taste of her excitement as you prepared for the task ahead. You could feel the hand resting on her thigh inching closer to your hair, seeking something to hold onto to face the whirlwind of sensations that was about to come. You responded with a smile, ready to give Robin the pleasure she so eagerly craved. When you finally connected your mouth with her pussy, the deep moan that escaped the blonde’s lips resonated in the room. Your first lick was intense, exploring every corner of her sex with a fervor that left no doubt about your desire to satisfy her. Her hand, now gripping your hair, pressed you against her crotch, urging you to continue.

With closed eyes, you surrendered completely to the act, licking fiercely as if you were famished for her. Every encounter of your lips with her pleasure button caused a shiver through her body, accompanied by moans that echoed in the air and fueled your own excitement. You devoted yourself to playing with her, alternating between soft licks and delicate suctions, exploring every fold and crevice of her intimacy with a devotion that knew no bounds.

Robin moaned your name desperately as you devoted yourself to fulfilling each of her desires. With every skillful movement of your tongue, you took her beyond the limits of pleasure, bringing her closer to ecstasy with a mastery that only the deepest desire could bestow. You could feel her on the brink of orgasm, her body trembling with the anticipation of the impending release.

When she finally reached that climax, it was with a burst of pleasure that left her breathless, clinging tightly to your hair and pressing your face against her sex in a desperate embrace. Her confidence grew with each passing second, surrendering completely to pleasure and seeking to satisfy her own needs with a passion that left you breathless.

Your face was soaked with her fluids, every inch of your skin covered by the testimony of her pleasure. The sensation of her essence dripping down your skin added a new level of intensity to the experience, fueling the fire burning within you.

When you pulled away from her pussy after her orgasm, you looked at her with a passion that overflowed all known limits. You were more excited than ever, driven by the desire to satisfy your own needs and to push her to the limit once again.

You wiped your face with your arm and guided her to your bed with an impulse you couldn’t contain. With determination, you positioned yourself on top of her, ready to continue exploring the pleasures that only the encounter between two eager bodies could offer.

As you freed yourself from the garment covering your lower part, you revealed a leopard lace thong that immediately caught Robin’s attention. Her gaze lingered on the revelation of your lingerie, her eyes reflecting a mixture of surprise and fascination. The lack of words from Robin was evident, and you could feel the tension in the air as she processed the situation.

For her, this territory was completely new. She had never experienced anything beyond kisses and hugs, and her sexual education was limited to what she had seen and heard through occasional conversations with friends or what she had heard on television. The lack of practical experience and exposure to explicit material, such as magazines or porn videos, left her without a clear frame of reference to understand what was happening in that moment.

Faced with her confusion, you decided to take the lead, gently guiding her with your actions and words, creating a safe space where she could explore and discover new sensations without fear or pressure. Your intention was to make her feel comfortable and secure in this new territory, and your understanding and affectionate attitude reflected that desire.

With a compassionate smile on your lips, you made an effort to explain the situation clearly and calmly, aware of Robin’s inexperience in this unknown area. The conversation flowed naturally, despite the nerves present in the atmosphere.

Upon hearing your proposal, Robin showed curiosity mixed with a hint of disbelief, which made you chuckle. Her innocent questions reflected her unfamiliarity with the intimate world and made you smile at her candor.

With patience, you assured her that what they were about to do was pleasurable for both, despite the lack of a traditional element. The absence of a “cock” was not an obstacle, but rather an advantage in this scenario, as you pointed out with a mischievous smile as you removed the thong, revealing your own intimacy, which, although not as soaked as Robin’s, throbbed with anticipation.

You guided Robin gently, indicating how to position herself to carry out this new experience. Although she was initially bewildered, she trusted you and followed your instructions, letting herself be carried away by curiosity and the excitement of the moment.

When your soaked sexes brushed against each other, sending a shiver through her entire body, Robin experienced a wave of new and exciting sensations. The friction between your bodies caused an involuntary spasm in her hips, and she couldn’t resist the temptation to move in search of more pleasure. With each movement, she satisfied your need for stimulation, creating a symphony of shared pleasure that enveloped both of you in mutual ecstasy.

With a palpable urgency, you surrendered to the ecstasy of the moment, rubbing your sex against Robin’s with unrestrained passion. The need for mutual satisfaction drove your movements as you firmly grasped her thigh to keep her in place, ensuring that she could delight in this experience as much as you. Each strategic brush hit precisely the spot that unleashed waves of pleasure in Robin, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy time and time again. Shared moans and lascivious sounds filled the room, mingling with the shared moisture that flooded the air. The intensity of the moment prompted you to change position, placing yourself on top of Robin with the skill of years of experience. With fluid and precise movements, you moved over her pussy with a mastery that only desire and mutual connection could bestow.

As you shifted, Robin’s shirt gradually rode up, revealing her left breast swaying to the rhythm of your synchronized movements. Every movement was a dance of unbridled passion, as her golden hair cascaded over her face and onto the bed, adding a touch of sensuality to the scene. Together, you created a symphony of ecstasy and shared pleasure that enveloped you both in a bubble of happiness and satisfaction.

With each hip movement, the accumulated tension reached its peak until finally, in an explosion of shared ecstasy, you reached climax together. You might have taken a few seconds longer to reach the peak, but the synchrony of your orgasms was perfect, causing spasms and tremors in your intertwined bodies.

“Mhhmm… yes…” A torrent of overwhelming sensations engulfed you, plunging you into an ocean of pleasure and mutual satisfaction. Every muscle tensed and relaxed in harmony with the other, while moans of pleasure filled the room. It was as if time stood still in that moment of shared ecstasy, leaving only the whisper of your ragged breaths and the frenetic beating of your hearts.

After reaching climax, your bodies slowly relaxed, enveloped in a feeling of peace and fulfillment. The intimate connection you had shared left you with a sense of deep satisfaction, strengthening the bond between you and creating unforgettable memories of that unique and exciting experience.

After the shared climax, a cry of excitement escaped your lips, breaking the ecstasy of the moment and separating you from the mess you had caused. “Fuck!” Turning away from Robin, you lit a cigarette with a careless gesture, while smoke curled in the passion-filled air. “You should go with Steve, I’m off for a beer,” you said with the cigarette between your lips, not bothering to search for your underwear, just covering yourself with a skirt you found lying around.

Robin, exhausted and confused, didn’t know what to do as you walked away. She collapsed onto the bed, her body still vibrating with the intensity of the encounter, but her mind flooded with unanswered questions. Nearly 40 minutes later, Steve’s knocks echoed in the hallway, searching for Robin. “Robin?” his voice echoed from afar, opening and closing doors in his frantic search. Steve feared the worst as he approached the last remaining door: yours. Although he had never entered through that door before, always preferring the window, this time he fervently hoped that Robin wouldn’t be there.

“Robin!” he called out loudly, rousing her from her stupor. Steve opened the door with determination, only to be met with the shocking scene of his friend hastily getting dressed, shouting and closing her eyes with a guilty expression.

“Damn it, Robin, seriously?!” his voice was filled with frustration and concern as he watched the chaos before him, not fully understanding what he had just witnessed.

[scotianostra]

John Paton Laurie was born on 25th March 1897.

Laurie was born at Dumfries, to William Laurie, a clerk in a tweed mill and later a hatter and hosier, and Jessie Ann Laurie née Brown Laurie attended Dumfries Academy, before abandoning a career in architecture to serve in the First World War as a member of the Honourable Artillery Company. Upon his demobilisation, he trained to become an actor under Elsie Fogerty at the Central School of Speech and Drama, then based at the Royal Albert Hall, London and first acted on stage in 1921.

A prolific Shakespearian actor, Laurie spent much of the time between 1922 and 1939, playing Shakespearian parts including Hamlet, Richard III and Macbeth at the Old Vic or Stratford-upon-Avon.

He starred in his friend Laurence Olivier's three Shakespearean films, Henry V Hamlet and Richard III He and Olivier also appeared in "s You Like It. During the Second World War, Laurie served in the Home Guard - the only future Dad's Army cast member to do so.

His early work in films included Juno and the Paycock, directed by Alfred Hitchcock. His breakthrough third film was Hitchcock's The 39 Steps in which his menacing, understated performance as a crofter (opposite Peggy Ashcroft) is particularly memorable. Other work included Peter Manson in The Edge of the World, Clive Candy's batman in The Life and Death of Colonel Blimp, the farmer recruit in The Way Ahead, the brothel proprietor in Fanny by Gaslight, the repugnant Pew in Disney's Treasure Island and Doctor MacFarlane in Hobson's Choice. In the 1945 film I Know Where I'm Going!, Laurie had a small speaking part in a céilidh sequence for which he was also credited as an adviser.

It was on the small screen that we remember Laurie most fondly as Private Frazer in Dad’s Army with his 'Wur doomed, wur awl doomed....” catchphrase. He cropped up in four episodes of the popular classic TV Show, The Avengers, playing a different role each time and in three episodes of Dr. Finlay's Casebook again playing different roles. Of course with a voice like his he was a natural as a storyteller on the bairns TV show Jackanory.

One of his final appearances, looking slightly frail, was in Return to the Edge of the World, directed by Michael Powell in 1978.

John Laurie died aged 83 in the Chalfont and Gerrards Cross Hospital, Chalfont St Peter, from emphysema, he was cremated and his ashes were scattered at sea.

[sailorsenshishitposter]

WHO, IS THE FATHER

⚠️ Spoilers for chapter 236

"Happy birthday, Yuji!"

Nobara and Megumi had knocked on his door, causing the boy to get up and answer it.

"It's my birthday? Huh? I guess getting hit by Mahito all those times must have given me some brain damage."

"Just what are you wearing exactly?"

Itadori was dressed head to toe in a earthworm onesie.

"Nevermind, we have gifts for you!"

Nobara pushed Yuji aside and then got a box out of her bag.

"Here, open it!"

Yuji unwrapped the gift only to be greeted by a game case.

"Punch out for the Wii. Kugisaki, I think you bought this for yourself since you're the only one here with that console..."

Megumi snorted.

"I told you he would notice."

Nobara then grabbed the game back.

"Fine, if you don't want it, then I'm keeping it!"

"Wasn't this supposed to be my birthday?"

Megumi then handed Yuji some tickets.

"Thanks Fushiguro! What kind of event are these for?"

"We're taking you to see Jennifer Laurence."

Yuji then jumped and gave a fist bump to the air.

"Wait, how did you afford these?"

"They aren't from him dummy! Fushiguro doesn't have a job!"

"...It was Gojo sensei's idea..."

That explained a lot.

"So... are you going to wear that to the event?"

___________

After a change of clothes, they met Ijichi. It was in fact, not Itadori's birthday but a plan created by none other than Satoru Gojo.

"Does anyone think Ijichi seems more nervous than usual?"

It turns out that their teacher had threatened the man if he were to accidentally ruin the surprise. The threat being that Gojo would replace all of the man's shoes with pairs a size smaller when he wasn't expecting it.

"I-it's no-nothing! Please step inside the vehicle so I may escort the three of you!"

___________

He eventually dropped them outside of an abandoned studio set.

"I don't see why she would come to a place like this... Something's fishy..."

"HE'S FIGURING IT OUT, FUSHIGURO! TIME FOR PLAN B!"

"Right!"

Suddenly Yuji was thrown into a garbage bag.

"Let me out, it's dark in here!"

"Sorry but we're doing this for your own good Itadori!"

"Why can't I break through the bag!? Did you guys infuse it with cursed energy!?"

"Don't get mad, get GLAD Yuji!"

___________

The two then dropped Itadori on to a chair.

"Ugh... What's going on here?"

"Let me answer that for you!"

Suddenly the lights turned on and Yuji was next to a familiar face.

"Gojo sensei? I didn't know you knew Jennifer Laurence!"

Nobara was then heard laughing in the crowd (which consisted of her, Megumi, the year two and three students plus the Kyoto group. Todo being the only one absent)."

Let me explain, my dear Yuji. You are here to see the results of our paternity test!"

"I'll tell you what I told grandpa. Unless it's Goku, then I'm not interested. Why couldn't my dad give me cool powers like rasengan or bankai?"

"THOSE AREN'T EVEN FROM DRAGON BALL!"

"Will the audience please refrain from interrupting? We received this letter Yuji, and it's from your late grandfather."

The screen then played a video showing the contents in the envelope.

"I don't know if you are reading this but Yuji, for the love of god, listen to your elders for once! There's something you should know about your mother. She-"

The screen then cut out.

"Who's on technical staff? Can we get a fix on this?"

A minute later and the footage returned.

"I just thought that you should know that. P.S., please get me out of here! The nurses are evil! They keep-"

"And then it just ends there."

"That's gramps for you, always such a joker."

Then a single "YO, WHAT THE FUCK!?" could be heard.

"Settle down everyone! Now for our first guest, Kenjaku!"

Boos immediately starting springing from the crowd.

"Lets be civilized everyone! Now Kenjaku, you claim to be the father of Yuji?"

"Mother actually."

Everyone was now silent.

"HOW CAN HE BE MY MOTHER!?"

"Now calm down son, I merely took over your mother's corpse."

"WHAT!?"

"You are my only successful child, the others having been aborted."

"BOOOOOOOO!!!!"

"Why are they booing, they know I'm right!"

"..How many siblings of mine did you kill...?"

"About nine. But don't worry, they were only your half brothers."

"YOU SAY THAT LIKE IT'S NORMAL!"

"Alright, this is getting out of hand. Yuji, your siblings are backstage if you would like the chance to meet them."

" Huh!?"

"Will everyone please give a round of applause for Choso, Eso and Kechizu!"

As the screen showed them enter, everyone could see the rage on the eldest brothers face. Choso then ran up to Kenjaku and began to punch him in the face.

"GOJO! GOJO! GOJO! GOJO!"

Eso then had to restrain him.

"LET ME GO! I NEED TO KILL HIM!"

Kenjaku just smirked and then stuck his tongue out.

"Will everyone please have a seat! Now Choso, you say that Yuji is your younger brother?"

"Yes but first let me say that Noranso, Sho-oso, Tanso, Sanso, Kotsuso and Shoso are deeply saddened that they could not be here. Sadly they are still hidden in your schools warehouse... That bastard of a man over there has been switching bodies for countless years! He kidnapped our mother and did unspeakable things to her!"

"Mama..."

Kechizu began to sob, Eso then going to comfort him.

"BOOOOOOOOO!!!!"

"PUT HIM ON DEATH ROW!"

"Now, now everyone, you know as well as I do that Japan doesn't have those rules. I'm sure the last thing you want is some boring law speech from Higuruma. Kenjaku, would you like to tell us your side of the story?"

"Thank you Gojo. I would just like to say that I regret my actions but only because my son's turned out to be such failures!"

"WHY COULDN'T YOU LOVE US LIKE YUJI!?"

"Because he's my special. Anyway, let's talk about something else."

"Hmm. Yuji, what are your thoughts?"

The boy was catatonic. Gojo then waived a hand in front of his face.

"I think I might have broke him..."

"YOU BETTER FIX MY BABY BROTHER!"

Just then another person came into the spotlight.

"DID SOMEONE SAY BROTHER!?"

Gojo then motioned for the security.

"Who let him in!?"

"MY BEST FRIEND, WAKE UP!"

Todo then slapped Itadori.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING TO OUR BROTHER!?"

"CUT TO THE COMMERCIAL BREAK!"

___________

"Aaaaannd we're back!"

The screen now showed a conscious Yuji stuck in between Todo and Choso (who were very badly beaten up and bruised).

"Todo, we have the results and Yuji is not your brother."

"HE MAY NOT BE MY BROTHER BY BLOOD, BUT HE IS IN SPIRIT! WE EVEN WENT TO THE SAME ELEMENTARY SCHOOL-"

"I told you that never happened!"

"May I please remind everyone that I, Satoru Gojo am the incredibly talented and handsome host? Now, let's meet the father everyone! Get him in here!"

Out came a very distressed Sukuna and Uraume.

"NO FUCKING WAY! YOU'VE TAKEN THIS TO FAR, SENSEI!"

"For once I have to agree with the brat. We don't even look alike! Where are his second set of arms and eyes! He's too much of a pathetic weakling to have come from me!"

Just then a second voice made itself known.

"Hello son!"

Everyone was now staring at Sukuna's second stomach.

"KENJAKU, DID YOU HAVE SEX WITH MY BROTHER!?"

"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. A thousand years is a long time to keep a guy waiting you know!"

Uraume sighed.

"If only I had known, for I would have poked your brain with an icicle!"

The stomach then began to frown.

"May I please have a moment with my son?"

"Dad?"

"I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you Yuji. Gege said I was only allowed to make a cameo in Jujutsu Kaisen."

"Did that thing just break the fourth wall?"

"What I'm trying to say is, I love you son-"

Sukuna then took Gojo and split him in half, putting the upper portion of the man into his stomach. All that was left was the lower body still standing in place. Sukuna then took the microphone.

"That's why I loooooove, Nestle crunch!"

"SPIT HIM OUT!"

"Fine brat."

Jin Itadori then vomited back up half of a skeleton.

Inside the crowd, Hakari's bag began to rumble.

"You sure?"

"There's no better time, do it now!"

"Alright but if you die, it's game over!"

Hakari then threw a ball at the stage.

"Kashimo, I choose you! Use thunderbolt!"

Out popped the god of thunder, decked out in his Lightning McQueen merch. He was about to attack but then stopped. It seems like Sukuna had unintentionally used attract. Uraume then pushed their way forward.

"Enough of this, we shall see the results!"

They opened the envelope and their face began to pale.

"This cannot be!"

"Let me see that!"

In bold letters wrote

'JIN ITADORI IS THE FATHER'

"I REFUSE TO BE APART OF THIS! KENJAKU, YOU TAKE HIM! JUST KNOW THAT I REFUSE TO PAY CHILD SUPPORT!"

Sukuna then went off to destroy whatever was in arms reach.

Suddenly another man entered the stage.

"Which one of you ordered entertainment for the birthday party?"

It was Toji dressed in a monkey costume."

Dad?"

"Oh, Megumi? Is it your birthday, I can't remember."

"What are you doing here!?"

"Hey I'm just trying to make some money!"

A fire had broken out and now Kechizu was petting his worm.

"Looks like I'm not getting paid. Oh well, back to my OnlyFans."

[endious]

CHAPTER TWO.

FEATURING 、JEFF THE KILLER X F!READER

WARNINGS 、FOUL LANGUAGE, PERVERTED THOUGHTS, MENTIONS OF WEED, THREATS OF VIOLENCE

NAVIGATION 、THE SMELL OF IRON AND 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐘.

The next day was full of moving furniture into the house and unpacking the boxes piled up in the living room. It was tiring and Jeff could feel a sting of pain in his shoulder as he lifted up a box that had his name scribbled onto it and walked up the stairs towards the bedroom on the left. Liu claimed the ordinary looking bedroom with the gross stain but Jeff already had his eyes set on taking the darker and “scarier” (Liu’s words not his) looking room. 

He lets out a soft huff as he sets the box down by the bed, his bed is half made as the blanket drags down onto the floor and as gravity makes it slip completely off the mattress silently Jeff narrows his eyes at it before turning and walking out of the bedroom, closing the door behind himself before heading for the stairs again.

He stops for a moment when he sees that rabbit out of the corner of his eye. He turns his head and stops walking, hand on the railing as he raises a brow at the small white animal at Liu’s bedroom doorway, the door completely open and allowing Jeff to look into it and at what Liu had done to change it and morph it into a room that fit him.

Jeff scowls at the bunny. What was its name again? He didn’t really give a fuck. He took long strides towards it and picked the poor thing up before walking into Liu’s bedroom and spotting the small animal pin with the small door swung open. He scoffs with an eye roll as he walks towards it and shoves the rabbit into the pin before closing the small gate with a small click.

”What are you doing with Sully?” The sound of his brother makes him turn, an unamused look on his face as he stares at his younger brother standing rather awkwardly in the doorway.

He gives Liu a weird look before pushing his hands onto his knees and standing up. “It was just runnin’ around in the hall.” Liu seems surprised by his brother’s words and his eyes flick down to the rabbit before looking back up at Jeff. Jeff stalks towards him, silent and damn near menacing and it makes Liu shrink in on himself subconsciously as Jeff looms over him. “You’re welcome.” He huffs before storming past Liu and down the stairs like he had originally planned on doing in the first place.

He walks straight down into the living room where he sees both his parents discussing some topic he didn’t care to listen in on. He gives his dad a blank look and glances over at his mom that looks like she’s stressed out and it’s only 3pm.

She sees Jeff but doesn’t say anything to him. He just wanted to get out of the house as soon as possible. He slowly moved closer to the front door, each step calculated and silent as he inches closer and closer.

He makes a beeline for the wooden portal, walking in quick strides and as he grabs and twists the handle he hears the annoying voice of his father.

”Where do you think you’re goin’?” He says, nose turned upward and an expression of cockiness on his face that makes him look punchable in Jeff’s eyes.

”Outside.” Jeff replied, short n’ sweet. Laurence didn’t like that too much so Jeff fights back an eye roll as he turns halfway facing his father. “Gonna walk around the neighborhood, see if there’s anything happening. Y’know, like you’d expect me to.” The last sentence comes out in a hissed tone, an underlying cut to his voice as his brows furrow and he glares at his dad.

The man doesn’t say anything, an uncertain glint in his eyes as his posture grows rather uncomfortable and he clears his throat before looking over at his oldest son with a slight hint of concern, but not for Jeff. “Don’t stay out there too long… and don’t get into trouble.” Jeff scoffs and opens the door and leaves, walking down the creaky steps and down the small gravel trail.

He turns and heads left down the sidewalk, curiously looking at the house beside his. It looked rather normal, basic even. Nothing noteworthy about it so he turns his attention to the road and keeps walking, tugging something crumbled up in his front pocket out and flipping it open. He pulls a cigarette out from the wrinkled up small box and then shoves it back into it’s pocket before pulling a lighter from his other pocket.

He holds them in his hand, not too worried about lighting the deadly stick at the moment as he takes long and rather confident looking strides down the sidewalk. He reaches a four-way stop that leads off into three other directions but he turns and walks towards the right because he’d seen a gas station near the entrance of the neighborhood and wanted to just sneak something for himself. Stealing was bad but so what? He didn’t give two shits.

He sighs through his nose, looking down at the cigarette in his hand and lights it a second later, shoving the lighter into his pocket and taking a puff off the cig as he relaxes his shoulders. He blinks slowly, an unreadable expression on his face before he sees a figure off in the distance. He narrows his eyes trying to decipher who it was as he nears the person until they turn their head and look in his direction and he recognizes those wide doe eyes.

He bites back a grin and walks just the slightest bit faster toward her as he takes another inhale off the cigarette before blowing the cloud of smoke out.

She gives him a confused look as he stops beside her until he sees the sparkle or realization in her eyes. “You’re that guy…” She says barely above a whisper. Jeff chuckles and takes another drag off the cigarette.

”Who?” He grins and she blinks rapidly, stuttering and struggling to form words to which he laughs at as he throws his head back. “Relax, ‘m just messin’ with ya.”

She hums in acknowledgement, bashful as she stares down at the sidewalk and bites her lip. Did she realize how mesmerizing she was? Did she realize how badly he wanted to—

“Oh… You, uhm…” She’s too nervous to speak up and finish her sentence but her eyes flicker over the lit cigarette in his hand as she seems to shrink in on herself. Out of shyness? He hoped so. He liked making her feel like that and he’d only just met her.

He grins widely, corners of his eyes crinkling as he holds the cigarette loosely between his digits. “You don’t like smokin’?” He teases and the girl seems to become increasingly embarrassed the more he spoke to her and kept his eyes on her. Those pretty hands balled into fists by her sides as she stares in every direction but his.

”Sweet girl,” He takes a step towards her, flicking a bit of ash off his cigarette with a tap of his finger against the deadly stick before bringing it to his lips once more and taking a long drag. He leans down nearly eye level with her now and she finally, finally stares back at him, those pretty doe eyes focused on him and he feels a weird churning sensation in his gut that he chooses to ignore. He blows the smoke into her face, slowly so as to not completely suffocate her. Her face contorts in disgust, nose scrunching up as her hands wave at the air in front of her face with a small cough. When her eyes look back at his shortly after, brows furrowed in frustration as she opens her mouth to speak she falls silent when his nose brushes against hers. There was something in those blue eyes of his that dragged her deeper than she should’ve gone. He chuckles slightly as he stares at her with half lidded eyes. “you really shouldn’t be around me.”

She opens her mouth once more, a sound coming from her but she’s stopped once more by the sound of a car rolling to a stop on the road beside them. She turns her head slightly to look and it’s amusing how she seems to become shades lighter at the sight of the vehicle. The passenger window is rolled down and there was a face of a very disappointed woman in the driver’s seat staring back at the girl.

”Get in.” Is all the lady says and Jeff has half the mind to stand in the way and he thinks he’s probably already moving to do so without much thought when he feels a soft hand on his sleeved forearm, tugging on the white material. He glances down at her and she shakes her head slightly, just barely noticeable but he sees it and with reluctance he sighs and backs off, flicking more ash off the half used cigarette in his hand.

The girl scampers into the passenger seat, not even sparing Jeff a glance but the look of dread and embarrassment on her face makes him consider the possibility that it was her mother in that car and not some random bitch. He corrects himself and his thoughts as the car drives off and the woman gives him a suspicious look that makes him want to smash her skull into that steering wheel her pathetic hands were gripping tightly. Control yourself you dumb fuck, he thinks as he watches the car grow smaller in the distance.

He hums quietly to himself almost in defeat as he relaxes his shoulders and looks up at the sky as he takes another drag off the cigarette before throwing it off to the curb and walking down the sidewalk in the opposite direction the car had gone and towards the entrance of the neighborhood.

He crosses the road without a care of getting there any faster. He can imagine that girl hurrying over the road, holding her skirt to keep down as she scampered across to the other side. He can also imagine taking her to the back of this gas station and… Best not to think about that thought or else he’d have a problem to deal with when he got out of this cramped building.

The door swings open as he pulls it, a small ding sounding out from a speaker somewhere in the gas station as he walks in and talks a look around the place. There’s typical things like snacks, candy, random weird ass fidget toys for children and an assortment of drinks on the back wall of the place. It smelled like gasoline and weed and Jeff scrunches his nose up in disgust as he walks through the small aisles until he hears a snicker off to his left and glances over.

It’s in one of the corners of the store, three guys huddled near each other and that’s where the stench is so strong. Two of them look high as hell while the third glares over at Jeff as if he’s looking to get into a fight but Jeff looks down at the candy bars, trying to ignore the way his hands ball up into tight fists.

”Hey, weirdo.” One of them calls out and Jeff can feel his mood souring by the second. Footsteps get closer, only one person.. he could win if he had to fight whoever the punk was, hell, he could beat all of their asses if he wanted to.

”I’m talkin’ to you.” That irritating voice says again in an orderly tone and Jeff turns his head just enough to glare over at the individual. It was that dumb ass that was looking at him.

”What do you want, prick?” Jeff snaps in a low voice, there’s a violent edge to his tone as he glares up at the boy probably the same age as him. The guy only seems to take this as a sign to get more obnoxious and takes another step towards Jeff with a defiant look in his eyes, pupils blown wide and Jeff scoffs.

”You got a staring problem, huh? Freak?” The boy spats and Jeff stands up slowly, quiet as ever as he practically towers over the guy. His black hair is curtained over the death glare he gives and he contemplates whether he should punch his face in now or wait til they all walk out of the gas station.

Jeff leans down just a bit, brows furrowed and an enraged fire in his blue eyes as he grabs the boy by his navy colored jacket and jerks it up making the boy flinch.

”If you talk to me again, I will knock your fuckin’ teeth out. Got it?” Jeff says in a low whisper so no one else could hear. The high male seems to be in a daze though and so Jeff jerks him again and prepares his free hand to get ready to throw a few blows to the boy’s face. “Answer me, dipshit, or you’re gonna be in a lot of pain and your fuckin’ goons will hafta clean up the mess.” He threatens with a clenched jaw and the guy seems to come to his senses at that.

”A-alright dude! Chill, chill!” He stammers with his hands raised defensively in the air and Jeff lets him go after another angry huff. The boy wipes his jacket where Jeff had grabbed him and gives Jeff a dirty look before turning and mumbling something under his breath as he wobbles over to his friends that watched with confused looks.

Jeff glares over at them as he snatches a Twix off the shelf and shoves it into his hoodie pocket before walking back to the entrance and circling the shoplifting detectors while the cashier was distracted and walks out the door as it dings once more and he steps outside as a cool breeze passes.

He walks back into the neighborhood, holding an object in his hoodie pocket but it wasn’t the wrapper of the Twix that bumped against his left hand that held something much more deadly.

He doesn’t do anything with the object, just holds on to it, grips it tight in his hand as if it were a habit as he walks down the quiet sidewalk and back to the spot he’d seen the girl earlier. He grins like a creep to himself as he thinks about the outfit she was wearing. Fluffy sweater, hanging off one shoulder to show the bare skin there that he wanted to sink his teeth into. The frilly skirt she wore that didn’t do much to help her with the weather that seemed to get colder as the days passed. Those cute and pink converse she wore that had a few pins on them as if that was how she added her own artistic taste to the shoes. He’s so busy thinking about this little obsession— he thinks is normal— until it’s ripped from him and he sees a flash of black like a bomb went off in front of him. He groans quietly, right hand flying up to his head and clutching it tightly, gripping his hair and tugging slightly as pain pulses through his head and seeps down into his chest. He can’t see very well and he’s unsure if what he’s seeing is even real.

There’s a lot of red, the color is everywhere and he thinks he’s lost his mind when he hears a horrific scream somewhere to his left. He turns slightly, face scrunching up and relaxing every few seconds as the throb continues like a steady downpour throughout his entire body. What the fuck? He blinks a few times, squinting his eyes as he looks at a blurry figure in the distance that gets bigger and bigger until he realizes the thing was coming towards him.

”Oh, shit—“ “HELP ME!” The voice of a girl screams out as the figure gets closer and he feels his blood run cold at the familiar voice. He feels adrenaline the second and stumbles a bit on his feet as he suddenly feels lightheaded. He feels angry, confused and a newfound feeling of fear but it only lasts for a second and when she had screamed out. He blinks a few times and it feels like his body has been hit by lightning, his ears ringing so loud he feels like his eardrums were going to burst any second and he takes a deep inhale as he opens his eyes again and sees white for a few seconds until his eyes adjust to the bright light the sun above casts. 

He looks around utterly confused. Everything looks normal again and he feels a rapid thumb in his chest, pressing his hand to it only to realize it’s his own heart doing that. He feels like he can't breathe properly as he inhales and exhales through his mouth a few times like he ran a marathon until he forces himself to take slow breaths through his nose. He calms down in record time, shoulders relaxed and it’s now he realizes he’s on the ground and no longer standing as he sits up and stares down at the sidewalk. He looks up and straight ahead where he’d seen the girl running from and he sees the street he lives on. He makes a weird face, a brow raised as he examines the area for anything suspicious. There’s nothing and so he stands to his feet with rather wobbly legs at first and sighs through his nose.

What a weird fuckin’ experience. He thinks and he hears something hollow drop to his right. He turns his head and looks over only to see a small child with his mouth hung open and wide eyes. His arms are out in front of himself and a small plastic bucket rolls on the sidewalk in front of him.

”You’re weird.” The child blurts out, eyes still wide and mouth open as he stares up at Jeff. It’s silent and neither of them move nor do they look away from each other as if they're in an unspoken staring contest.

The kid suddenly picks up the bucket and turns on his heel, nearly falling over and running back into the yard of the house he was beside and up to the front door and opens it before going inside. Jeff shrugs the weird interaction off and walks back down the street to his house with an odd sense of paranoia hanging in the air above him.

It’s only midday and he’s experiencing such an odd event. He laughs at himself and shakes his head as he walks up the steps of his house and grabs the doorknob.

“It’s probably nothin’.” He says to himself before opening the door and walking in, feeling a static-like noise in his head that he’s quick to drown out with a playlist that consists of all his favorite nu metal bands as he shoves earbuds into his ears.

[m--rtyr]

Today’s bitch of the day is..

Drumroll please….

*Drumrolls*

BababbabsbsbaDEOW

LAURANCE ZVALH

This man has no parents and you can tell. look at him.

anyways.

As always, character background + some info, all LR stuff, down beneath the cut.

tw, brief mentions of in-world political racial bias, slightly suggestive insinuation that Laur was a slut and Denny's a lesbian.

Laurence's parents died when he was too young to remember them. His earliest memories place Joh has his father.

Joh was lord of Meteli, and it was clear by looking at them that Laur was not of his spawn, but neither had ever been much bothered by that. Sure, Laur was Tu'Lan and a meif'wa, and Joh was of human Ru'Aune blood, but blood meant little, a poor imitation for the connection formed between those that choose the company of the other.

Although Joh was certainly not his father, and he was sure that he was not freshly born when Joh found him, as he was found in the spring, he was subject to Metelan's customs for spring babies. Every spring-born baby is gifted a newborn animal, as a mark for their growth. The animal is assumed to predict the baby's future, and so parents will often implore more wealthy friends to invest in offering up more... well-bred, expensive live stock.

Laur, however, got lucky. Humans are unfamilar enough with wyverns that they looked upon a smaller Ungrth, and assumed him young, and decided to gift the wyvern to Laur, as he was the lord's son. If any baby deserved the gift of a wyvern companion, it was Laur.

Ungrth might not have stayed, had he not found baby Laur entirely adorable. He felt some sympathy for orphans, and decided to stick around at least long enough to keep Laur alive through his toddler years, and also bc the Zvahl's fed him properly... which was appreciated.

When Laur was younger, he saw Joh and Hayden be... particularly close confidants, and assumed they were just friends. He didn't question it much, and was just happy he got to hang out with Hayden's daughter, Cadenza - who he saw as his siter. However, as he got older, he did realise that Hayden was... kind of his step-dad. Joh and Hayden didn't have a public relationship, as Joh was always intending to marry for political reasons, but Laur and Denny caught on rather quickly that their fathers were both of their fathers.

And though Denny used her position as the daughter of a well-off man in Meteli to gain a good reputation, and train herself to be very politically attractive, Laur used it to get away with being a little shit bag. They grew up in a region were magicks, or inhuman traits weren't... appreciated, and Laur was part meif'wa. he knew he wouldn't be sought after as a lord either way, so he had fun growing up, whereas Cadenza was always seeking the role of Lady. So she was more proper.

Unless they were together. Because sibling mayhem. Both of them enjoyed riding Ungrth, and the occasional shoplift, and what laid beneath the village girls' skirts. He wasn't so much a bad influence on her as he made her feel free enough to enjoy herself once in a while. They were the terrors of village events.

Laur entered the academy at 16, in Brightport. He graduated top of his class, but returned to meteli, where his family was. it didn't take long for him to become head guard, and he liked it like that. He could help people, he had responsibilities, he wasn't useless... but he still had someone to report to, someone above him, someone to advise him when he needed it. And it just so happened to be his father.

He became friends with Sasha a short while before the academy, but it was the trianing that got them closer. He treated her like a second sister, and their friendship was the butt of many jokes. She returned to Meteli with him because she couldn't imagine being a lord alongside anyone else. She was put in as his second-in-command the moment he got promoted to head guard, and they were sure they were going to spend the rest of their lives being nuisances together, since Denny seemed to have outgrown in.

And then, a few years later... Sasha died. And Joh died. and everyone kept dying around him and Laur didn't know what to do about it. he knew he should've ran for lord, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. It was his father's role, not his, and he knew he wouldn't be a good one anyways. He needed someone to look up to... and he wasn't particularly politically appealing, when it came to relations with other villages. He begged Hayden to run, knew Hayden was the only one who could've ruled in a way that Joh appreciated. And Hayden obliged, for the sake of his family.

And then Kenmur began to run too, in Sasha's honour. And Laur was torn. between honouring his family, and honouring his friend... so he remained neutral. he didn't want to cause fights, and didn't want to involve himself with anyone elses. he kind of retreated into himself a bit. He would take Ungrth to fly more often, would overlook trade more regularly if just to get an excuse to go on a boat somewhere else... Whilst the civil dispute of who was to be lord went on, he went to other villages as a representative, just so he didn't have to watch the bickering.

He began hanging out with Castor more. They were already familiar, Laur had arrested him multiple times, but this was when they properly became friends.

And then, a few months into this, because politics in Meteli had always been... rough... Laur is in Brightport to talk to Azula, and he encounters a woman he finds... intruiging.

and then we meet Laur.

oh, also, he was pissed when he found out Kenmur was going after Denny too, after Sasha died. Kenmur was really going after all the important women in his life huh.

theres a lot to him so i tried to summarise it as best as i could. it's probably not great lol

but LR Laur is part-meif'wa. He has a tail, cat eyes, fangs and claws. He's able to hide them well enough, but it still causes him issues occasionally. i need to do a colour ref guide for the Zvahl family...

[lovelaurs]

Please do it I would love to read a fic about freaking Laurence getting his glass prescription or something like that. ( also i head cannon laur has such bad vision and he has to wear grandpa glasses) 

AN EYE FOR DETAIL

featuring : laurance, cadenza, & castor synopsis : cadenza convinces laurance to finally get glasses. but when they arrive for his appointment, something seems a bit off about this optometrist. tags : poor eyesight laurance, eye care, getting glasses, silly shenanigans, traumatized forever word count : 1.3k a/n : as someone who has incredibly bad eyesight and refused to wear my glasses for years, i figured, "hey, why don't i project my issues onto laurance?". well, that's what i did. the man has poor eyesight now. enjoy!

MASTERLIST

“I’m not wearing them, Cadenza!”

Laurance yelled, staring daggers at the pair of glasses within his sister’s hands.

“I mean- just look at it! It’s practically a relic!”

The glasses in question were his Grandfather’s; as they were very ancient looking in appearance. A lot was simply wrong about these spectacles: a slight crack had formed on the left lens, along with the hinges being extremely loose, and not to mention the thing just overall looking like it was from the 1960s.

In short? They sucked.

“Look, Laurance. I wouldn’t have to force you to wear these if you simply just, oh I don’t know, went to the eye doctor?” Cadenza put her hands on her hips, raising her eyebrow at the brunette.

Laurance twitched at the thought.

The eye doctor? Like hell he was going to the Optometrist!

Ever since he got pink eye when he was younger after playing with the pigs on his farm, he had always been afraid of the optometrist. 

When he went in initially for a consultation all those years ago; the tools, lenses, and prescriptions freaked him out. Of course, he only needed eyedrops, so he wasn’t in dire need for any specific treatment, but still… The very idea of it horrified the poor man.

His eyes had always been sensitive.

The smallest eyelash, a drop of water, the slightest amount of soap from the shower; any of these things would easily bring the man to his knees in defeat. Hell, even seeing blurry or smudges through glasses would make his eyes water. 

He was pretty vulnerable.

That is why this man downright refused to get his eyes checked.

The concept of looking through a possibly blurry lens just sends chills up his spine. Even though the action was needed to help prescribe the exact lenses he needed to see better, he just couldn’t bear it.

“I just- I can’t go, alright! That place freaks me out!” Laurance crossed his arms, raising his head in defiance.

Cadenza sighed, pulling out her phone. “If you don’t come with me to get glasses… I’ll text our dads to not allow you to babysit Caleb for a month.”

Laurance gasped dramatically, bringing a hand to his chest. “You wouldn’t dare.”

She flipped her phone over to Laurance, showing him the already typed out message she planned to send to Joh and Hayden. “Try me.”

Within the next hour, the two scheduled an appointment.

About a month later, Laurance was nervously pacing on the sidewalk outside a building named “Castor’s Eye Care”.

The brunette began to bite his nails nervously as Cadenza grabbed her purse from the car, rolling her eyes. She closed the car door behind her before walking up to her brother, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Relax, Laurance. It’ll be fine.”

“You’ll stay with me the whole time, right?”

At that, Cadenza winced. “Well… um…”

Laurance’s eyes widened before he covered his face with his hands. “Oh Irene, you’re leaving me.”

She released his shoulder, shaking her hands. “No, not at all! I’ll still be in the building with you, but I need to get my own reading glasses repaired.”

She started to walk towards the door, until she turned around to find Laurance standing in the same spot. 

“Clock’s ticking, Laurance. Come on!” She looped her arm through his and dragged him along as he groaned.

As they stepped into the bright building, Laurance was immediately overwhelmed by just how many pairs of glasses there were across the walls.

Laurance looked around, his nerves starting to get to him, while Cadenza approached the desk to check them in. The generic pop music playing over the speakers was not helping in the slightest

After making sure they were ready for their appointments, Cadenza sat down on the bench by the window and patted the other side, silently asking Laurance to join her.

He sat down beside her, his leg shaking up and down as he kept his eyes focused on the door. Something in the back of his mind wished that the hinges would break, causing it to shut tight forever.

He never wanted to see beyond that very door.

Unfortunately, life seemed to always go against the poor brunette, as the door swiftly opened to reveal an older man with frizzled hair and a bandana. He looked around, almost confused, before his eyes landed on Laurance.

The man pointed at Laurance sternly, then motioned for him to come over.

Laurance nervously looked at Cadenza who nodded and pushed him out of the chair, causing Laurance to stumble forward. She smiled, speaking through her teeth, “Get your ass in there now or so help me, Laurance.”

With that, Laurance quickly made his way over to the curious looking optometrist, following him into the room.

The man motioned for him to sit on the chair, to which Laurance quietly complied; adjusting onto the leather chair with frantic nerves.

What didn’t help his anxiety were the countless pictures of chickens across the room’s walls.

Why were there so many chickens?

As the somewhat odd man began funneling through the cabinets, seeming to be looking for something, Laurance thought it best to break the tension with some small talk.

“So… how long have you been an eye doctor for?” He asked. He winced at the feedback that came from the song Toxic by Britney Spears playing obnoxiously through the telecom above. 

“Ah, well, only a few weeks! Can you believe how easy it is to get a license in this sort of thing- aha found it!”

What.

As it seemed the man found the tool he was looking for, he whipped around to face Laurance with it in hand.

He was going to die here, wasn’t he?

Laurance tugged at his collar nervously, his leg continuing to bounce. “Wow that’s uh… certainly fast, Mr…?”

“Mr. Castor!”

Oh gods.

The building was named Castor’s Eye Care… this newly graduated doctor had finished his lessons and rented out a building all within the same month.

Laurance silently repeated prayers to Irene in his head as Castor approached, mysterious tool in hand. His eyes seemed to focus too bluntly on the object as Castor followed his line of sight to it. He quickly averted his eyes to one of the many pictures of chickens hanging about.

“Ah, this old thing?” He motioned at the tool. “Don’t worry, there’s nothing to fear! I’ve only been officially certified for a few weeks, but I’ve been doing this sort of thing in the Black Market for years!”

Black Market?! Who the hell allowed this guy to start a business?!

“Now, let’s take a look at those pretty green eyes of yours, shall we?”

His eyes were blue. He couldn’t even tell the color of his eyes– oh my Irene he was done for.

About an hour later, an absolutely horrified Laurance walked out of the room, his eyes blown wide in horror, red veins visible as Dr. Castor gave him a pat on the back.

“You did very well, Laurance! I can’t wait to see you back here to pick up your glasses in a few weeks!”

He has to come back?!

Laurance awkwardly laughed loudly, backing away while giving finger guns to the man. “G-Great! Can’t wait!”

The brunette quickly turned around, his eyes landing on Cadenza who was waiting by the bench, waving. She stood up and put her new glasses case in her purse before approaching Laurance.

“Ah, Laurance! You’re finally done! How was it-”

Without a second thought, Laurance pulled her by the arm and quickly raced out the store. 

When the two made it to their car, Laurance had his hands on his knees as he caught his breath.

“Laurance? What’s wrong?”

“Britney Spears. Chickens. Black Market. Crazy.” He panted out the words, taking long pauses between each one. He quickly raised his head, looking Cadenza dead in the eyes.

“I’m never going back there again.”

@lovelaurs, 2024. do not repost this work in any way!

[thot-farm]

I'm going to write down all the headcanons I remember from when I watched Phoenix drop high (which was like 7-8 years ago.) I want to preface this with that I did not and still have not gotten past Diaries season one and this series is what brought back my maladaptive daydreaming which is why these headcanons are whack and the maladaptive daydreaming is why I almost became a super senior (But I didn't 🤩)

I was so against Aarmau at the time and so deluded into Larmau that I headcanoned Aaron and Aph as step siblings, which devolved into me making Jeffory and Zenix also their siblings via adoption because they were all my fav characters during PDH. I think this was before Aaron's dad even existed directly in the plot. But I vibe with most ships now besides a few.

Dante and Gene being two of Katelyn's like 8 brothers, so I guess I was thinking Eric/Maria (this was way before the Sylvanna/Eric came into mystreet I believe). Katelyn's mom just never existed in my delulu, just Maria.

Sasha and Travis related. Yes, I only do this based on hair color. I guess little me didn't understand that siblings can have different hair or something whilst my IRL brother and I have different hair, different hair type, different eyes, he has no freckles/I have freckles.

Honestly though, I think Travis would have benefitted from Sasha as an older sibling. He would definitely still be friends with Dante, but at least Travis would be less... Travis-y... I just really hate mystreet Travis after he got out of his awkward freshman phase and I don't like Dante a whole lot if I think about his canon personality. But, I will admit, I have not watched the series in it's entirety for a while, I didn't even finish the most recent season. Maybe I will go back to revise my dislike of Travis, or to rant about him even more.

Heavy Gene/Zenix shipper which occasionally is Gene/Zenix/Sasha. But in the very delulu part of my maladaptive daydreaming I shipped Dante/Sasha. I don't know how to explain why I thought those two would be a good pair, like both chill, both like Gene. What else?

I was and still am a heavy Jefflyn shipper, but what brought me to Jefflyn was not that Aph Laurence Katelyn Jeffory prop hunt minigame that I have watched a hundred times, it was Aaron/Nicole. I don't even know how I explain that. But there was an edit I found years ago of them, so I wasn't the only crack shipper I guess (I couldn't find it 🙁). I can't even remember Nicole besides her being mentioned in a paint minigame and that mystreet date episode. But I don't know, I like fiery personality + chill personality that would go ape shit for their close peoples.

I always like childhood friends trope when it's done well. Aarmau did it well imo, and if Katelyn didn't give the most bs reason for breaking up with an SS tier man they could have been perfect.

I despised Garmau so much that I never rewatched the kiss episode after I watched it the first time, but surprisingly enough, the first fanfic I ever read on wattpad was Travmau. Like I can't explain why I hated Garroth over that 😭, he is my now type (not his mystreet voice). I can't remember if I shipped anyone with him, Lucinda, Cadenza, or pink cat girl that I can't remember the name of and I refuse to use the obvious name. I feel like I would have put Vlad (or whatever Garroth's adopted brother's name is) with pink cat girl and Lucina with Zane and Cadenza with Garroth, to put myself in the delulu mindset again.

I'm too lazy to spell check.

[d-criss-news]

In Tune With Crissmas

“Criss” Kringle’s coming to town a little early this year. And he’s got creative plans to spread some musical Yuletide cheer throughout the Motor City.

You might even say that it’s his civic duty.

“I’m in the service industry. As an entertainer, I’m here to play some music and take you through a bit of a holiday music Ted Talk,” says actor/singer/songwriter Darren Criss about his “A Very Darren Crissmas” tour coming to the Fisher Theatre on Sunday, Dec. 10. “Hopefully, people will leave with a little holiday pep in their step.”

Topping Criss’ concert playlist are songs from his A Very Darren Crissmas album which dropped in 2021. But because of the pandemic, Criss never got a chance to have a full-blown Christmas concert tour — until now.

“The album and tour showcase creative imaginings of classic tunes and rarely covered hidden gems along with two original Christmas songs,” says Criss, a 2009 Theatre Performance graduate of the University of Michigan.

Joining Criss on stage is fellow UM Wolverine and BFF Tomek Miernowski as his music director. Criss’ set list features “a wildly eclectic collection of songs from big band Christmas classics to novelty tunes and modern-day folk-pop ballads,” he says.

Long before the Crissmas album — which features duets with Adam Lambert, Lainey Wilson and Evan Rachel Wood — Criss was writing original songs for the hit TV series Glee which featured Criss in his breakout role as Blaine Anderson. In 2018, he won a Primetime Emmy, Golden Globe, Screen Actors Guild and Critics’ Choice Award for Outstanding Lead Actor in a Limited Series or Movie for his role as Andrew Cunanan in The Assassination Of Gianni Versace: American Crime Story. In addition, he recently starred in Netflix’s hit series Hollywood, for which he also served as executive producer. And Broadway fans will remember Criss’ star turns in How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying, Hedwig and the Angry Inch and American Buffalo with Laurence Fishburne and Sam Rockwell in 2022.

Though Criss won’t be able to squeeze in a visit to the Big House in Ann Arbor this time around, he’s already checking out the home game schedule for 2024.

“I make it my business to come back at least once a year, especially during football season,” says Criss, who attended nearly every game when he was a student. The last time Criss was in Michigan, he also visited the Motown Museum with his band.

“It was fun,” he says. “There’s a bit of Motown that’s infused in this album that was inspired by the Detroit sound. So, when we play [the Christmas concert at the Fisher Theatre], there will be a bit of a hometown vibe.”

Though Criss’ dad moved all over the country growing up, he spent his formative years in Detroit.

“So that’s why when I applied to the University of Michigan, and ultimately got in, it was such a big thing for me to be able to take my dad to the Big House for a football game. He hadn’t been to Michigan since he was 10. And I took him, easily, more than 50 years later to see a game there. That was a lot of fun,” Criss reminisced. 

“I’ve got a lot of kinship with the state of Michigan and the city of Detroit.”

Birmingham City Lifestyle (December 2023 Issue)

[alterrune]

(Laurence is in the cafeteria, as he hasn't gotten much sleep, dwelling on the encounter he had previously last night.)

Laurence Burnway: Am I going crazy again? No, I'm just dwelling on something wrong entirely. It's just a fever dream... I just need a little rest.

(Laurence rests his head on the table and closes his eyes. Suddenly he is slapped across the face by someone)

Laurence Burnway: AH! If you had to wake me up, you could've-

(Laurence sees his Shadow Self staring at him smiling)

Shadow Laurence: Wakey wakey Laurence!

(Laurence promptly sits back up and steps away)

Laurence Burnway: No, why are you here again?!

Shadow Laurence: C'mon buddy! You think I'd leave you alone that easily, that we'd only encounter each other once? That isn't how it works Agent.

Laurence Burnway: What now huh?! You want to torment me again?!

Shadow Laurence: Oh? Jumping to conclusions now? You've lost your edge, Phoenix. Let me show you something.

(Laurence's shadow puts his arm around him and guides him to a one way mirror, showing a hospital room)

Laurence Burnway: What is this?

Shadow Laurence: You don't recognize this room? You've visited it a-lot... look who's in that bed, and who's next to it.

(Laurence see's that its Lily in the bed, and someone in a hospital gown with their head covered in bandages was looming over her)

Laurence Burnway: LILY?! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER???

Shadow Laurence: Shhhh... you do know she's still asleep earlier... she can't see or hear us Laurence, one way mirror. What you're seeing is a place spawned off of your sisters true feelings, much like the Zulu Security base we are currently in. Now... listen.

(Lily wakes up, and she notices her surroundings are different. Lily is tied to the hospital bed by bandages)

Lily Burnway: Am I dreaming again? ... Oh my god, why am I in the same hospital room, why am I tied?!

(Lily see's the figure looking at her)

Lily Burnway: This is a nightmare, what is happening?!

???: You're concerned about that? What about your big brother?

(The figures voice was Lily's)

Lily Burnway: Who are you? Why do you sound like me?

???: Someone who stuck with you, no matter if you were Lily... of if you were Kynn. Tell me, have you been checking on Laurence recently, something is happening to him.

Lily Burnway: I... I've been spending time with him!

???: What about when you were sick? Your little heart began to function poorly, all because you went near the lake... you didn't see those substances. Now look what happened afterwards! You got deceased, Laurence worked himself to the bone to try and save you, and dad was grieving because... oh, right, mom died, while you were in the hospital.

Laurence Burnway: No, please, this is too horrible.

Lily Burnway: It can't have been my fault!

???: Oh? And look what happened to your family, dad became more focused on GEOGRAM, and Laurence? He was doing everything, so much, burying himself on duty just to get that money for your heart transplant! It's your fault... everything fell apart because of your existence. Deep down, you're just baggage.

Lily Burnway: What gives you the right to say all of this?! How do you know?!

???: I know every little detail about you... oh little Lily, scared of letting everyone down for failing, over and over.

(The figure begins unwrapping the bandages, revealing the figure as Lily, and just like Shadow Laurence, she has yellow eyes.)

Shadow Lily: I am a Shadow... The True Self.

(Lily was too stunned to say anything)

Shadow Laurence: I see... it would appear you and Lily share the same kind of mutual pain. Who would've thought that two siblings, still fighting their inner demons, would've gotten to the point that both realties you two created would cause this Zulu Security Base and the Hospital to both connect to each other.

(Laurence shoves his Shadow self away)

Laurence Burnway: I'm done with this! I've had enough you bastard!

Shadow Laurence: Losing your cool Agent, that's a sign that you're slipping. *Sigh* I can see, you're still very resentful of me, I understand, but you and Lily. aren't getting any better that's for sure. Ah, the clock is ticking, our time is up.

(Shadow Laurence shoots Laurence in the knee with a revolver, but Laurence can still see Lily from the one-way mirror. Laurence can see Lily's Shadow walking toward her)

Laurence Burnway: GET AWAY FROM HER!!!

Shadow Laurence: She can't hear you from this side, you would've known what thanks to academy training. Listen up, if this wasn't a dream, things would've ended differently for you and Lily, we might as well wake you both up. If you want to settle things for good... I suggest you look at a TV, and bring an Audience as well. Me and your Sisters Shadow will be patiently waiting until then.

(Shadow Laurence points the revolver at Laurence's head, with Shadow Lily preparing to cut the life support machine connected to Lily)

Shadow Laurence: We'll be waiting for you both, look forward to it along with your friends.

(Shadow Laurence shoots Laurence in the head, and Shadow Lily disconnecting Lily's life support machine, both at the same time. Laurence and Lily promptly wake up afterwards, only it was more frantic for both, as they are much more shaken this time)

NOW!

(Suddenly, a whole bunch of sprinklers on the ceiling go off, and Shadow Laurence is coated in green ink as he tries to leave. I quickly move in, landing a flying kick on him, and pin him down as hard as I can. The others, weapons aimed at him, move in as well.)

Like the sprinker system I hooked up? You can thank Deep Cut of Splatsville fame for hooking me up with the sprinklers I needed for that. I know I can't kill you, but beating you up is an option. And now you're roping Lily into this? You really are the bad parts of him. Now...explain.

"Oh...so the audience couldn't wait, could they? Well, I'm sorry, but you can't harm me. Not unless you have a Persona yourself."

(Suddenly, a strange card begins falling from the sky into my hand. A blue aura surrounds me, as I give Shadow Laurence a smug smirk.)

Careful what you wish for, pal...

(I crush the card in my hand and my own Persona, Magatsu-Izanagi, comes out from behind me in a blinding flash of blue light.)

...because you just might get it.

"WHAT?! How the hell do you---"

Magatsu-Izanagi, hit him with a Magatsu Mandala.

(Magatsu-Izanagi gives a monstrous, demonic roar before plunging his blade into the ground. Japanese symbols suddenly surround Shadow Laurence, spinning faster and faster until they explode, hitting him hard. Thankfully, he's still alive.)

Get up, asshole. I know you didn't die from that, Maggy-Izzy went SOFT on you there.

"Ugh...you're good. But I believe I will take my leave now...but mark my words, I am a part of him, and until he accepts that, I will never permanently leave him alone."

Good. We'd prefer it if you left Laurence alone for a bit before pulling this shit again.

Maybe after we're done celebrating Grand Festival? You'll have our full attention then.

If you want us to be your audience, then you aren't gonna get it now.

But rest assured, when we DO have your full attention, we will kick your ass into next week.

(Shadow Laurence dissappears into the shadows. The rest of the CSB, as well as Laurence and Lily, suddenly look at me with bewildered looks in their eyes.)

Dude. What the HELL was that thing you summoned?

And why the hell COULD you summon it?!

(I sigh. This is gonna be fun to explain to all of them. Hoo boy...)

Remeber how I was complaining that "it came back to bite us in the ass"? Well, the "it" I was referring to was awakening Magatsu-Izanagi. That big red ball of anger was my shadow at one point.

Maggy-Izzy (which, by the way, is my nickname for him) is the spirit of chaos and calamity. And Shadow Kyle essentially was a big ball of those feelings. He fought me with all the anger and chaos you can think of, and at the end of it all he pinned me to the ground and would've KILLED me...if I hadn't realized what he meant by "the true self". He wasn't just some weird doppelgänger of me. He was the parts of me that I wanted to lock away. After finally accepting him as a part of me instead of treating him like something that needed to be locked away, he turned into Maggy-Izzy.

I...see. And that thing isn't hostile?

Nope. Also, usually Personas can't be summoned in the real world, but I think things have gone a bit haywire now that we know Shadow Laurence is out and about.

Well, glad to know you have protection. What about Alter, Violet, Henry and Ellie?

Not possible. They have those spirits that essentially act as Personas all the same. I'm only different because Storyteller isn't some kind of living being like the others' are.

Well, glad to know you've got my back, Kyle.

Yeah. We were just lucky we had a trap ready to be sprung on Shadow Laurence. Me and Maggy-Izzy will help you again if you need it. And the same goes for Lily/Kynn, too.

Considering I'm now roped into this, I'm glad I have your help, Kyle.

[fantomette22]

I was the anon that asked for Caryll and Rom! Thank you, I didn't expect a lot of doodles! I already have a theory on how Caryll lost their arm, but I'll see about that. Meanwhile, what do you think of the rarest dynamics between the scholars (Laurence/Rom, Micolash/Caryll)? Micolash/Rom, Micolash/Laurence, Laurence/Caryll and Caryll/Rom feel obvious, but I haven't seen the other two explored anywhere. If you were the first to give me some ideas, I'd feel honored.

You're very welcome I'm really happy to know you like it!

And don't worry for the notation of the relationships, I figured it was in general ^^

Alright in my drawing with Caryll & Rom at the hamlet, Caryll didn't actually loose an arm but just got injured and it will heal. And it will heal better than everyone else trauma xD but I do headcanon Caryll will eventually loose their eye(s) 😅 I'm sorry all of this might sound really bad. I don't know if you have an account but feel free to share you thought in dm if you prefer! I'm curious of what you think :3 (I don't bite too)

Ok now! Concerning Laurence and Rom relationship I do have a few ideas of course! In my main headcanon, Rom is Willem's daughter and Laurence was kinda adopted by him so... yeah I have ideas.

As for Caryll and Micolash I didn't really think about it 😐 for me they just have close common friends (part of the same friends group by default) and had classes together . But hey you give me a few ideas!

Laurence and Rom :

Ok so like I mentioned they both been raised by Willem.

Laurence's parents were ex students and associate with Willem and his wife before the 3 passed away ;-; so in the end he kinda adopted Laurence at like 10-12years. He's like check note 6 years older than Rom I think? They don't have a "typical" siblings relationships too. More like if you would have a step sibling but they do appreciate each other a lot and Laurence knew how to be quite protective towards her too. And Rom really appreciate him as well he's a great model to follow (except when he was in his first few students years at uni XD).

During Rom scholarship he did had to teach her 1 or 2 classes perhaps but stayed really neutral. For the other classes (taught by other profs) he did give her a hand when she had difficulties.

When the healing church became to take forms Rom was basically going back and forth between him (in Yharnam) and Willem (at Byrgenwerth) before the big separation. But even after she did help him a lot at the research hall, the choir, the church expeditions in the chalice dungeons etc. SHe also became the 2nd choir leader after Caryll too so yeah Laurence trusted her.

And he probably feel quite conflicted and perhaps a bit bad when she transformed into a kin much later.

Now to have a bit of angst in their mostly great relationship :

Rom was kinda envious by the fact that Laurence is like the perfect son Willem never had.

On the contrary Laurence is a bit envious that he will never be Willem’s son properly. He can’t treat him as a real « father » and don’t want to be treat like a son either. « You’re nit my dad!! » kind of shouting you know.

Hdjwkwjjd family is complicated

Also I already explain maybe?? In my main headcanon I don't headcanon Rom & Mico as siblings but it is an interpret I really appreciate too! + yes it is true Mico English VA is similar to Willem like I mentioned to some friends a while ago. (I didn't play with it too lol I love the French dub too much XD) oh and Mico still live a few years-months with them so they all know each other since childhood.

Caryll and Micolash

I guess they could bond on runes meaning, great ones, weird dreams, pthumerians & the tombs under Yharnam, augurs, and a few other things + the classes they might have together.

So yeah I think they became friends and even if they didn't agree on everything everytime they are the more "weird" of the group so it can get quite unhinged discovering stuff XD

And Mico admire Caryll for understanding runes and think it could be a key to contact the great ones!

Look at those poor sleep deprived students doing their homeworks x)

[katyspersonal]

So for the « send me a character ask game » what about our dear Rya hm?

Oh and what about Damian too?

(From this ( x ) ask meme)

- For Rya

First impression: Was first introduced to her via fanart and plenty of spoilers, I thought she was adorable x) Both as a woman and as a snake!

Impression now: Still, not much to say about her, she is just a really cute snake girl! It is one of those characters with whom there is not much to do besides memes and fanart with them in wholesome situations! However, I have even more positive opinion on her now that I know she is one of very few characters who were able to bounce back from mental defeat and be optimistic and hopeful about their future! Really rare mindset in Elden Ring's broken, despair-ridden world!

Favorite moment: Ahahaha when we discover her as a snake xD She forgot to put on her human suit, this is so precious xddd

Idea for a story: Anything you can think up about her and Patches meeting again, after Volcano Manor cringed and failed. This might be awkward as Patches is like, moving on, so meeting someone so close tied with Volcano Manor and Tanith can be... a bit of heavy, to say so. But at the same time if they get through the tension, they could become basically best friends. Or they could build father/daughter-alike bond! I also saw a ship which is valid too (let's be real, Patches had 0 chances with Tanith from the start, and there was... well, just nothing.)

Unpopular opinion: ANOTHER character with whom there are no opinions in the community besides 'I just think they're neat' to BEGIN with, so I can't answer much xD

Favorite relationship: She and her mother! This is such a sweet familial bond, holy shit. Tanith is absolutely in the right loving Rya so much, it is that one time when lack of blood relation didn't change anything about the family at all. True family bond is emotional and spiritual, and Rya is even inspired to carry on as her successor. Elden Ring spoiled us with too much wholesomeness for a Soulsborne game, especially the familial one!

Favorite headcanon: Not really a headcanon, but rather a logical conclusion. I LOVE seeing her E L O N G A T E D in fanart, like how other serpents can do that xD It makes the most sense that she is able to do that too in her serpent form x)

- For Damian

First impression: When I first saw Kris summon him for help on the stream, I mistook him (and summon dynamics in general) for one of those random-generated NPCs; some videogames do that! So at first I neglected him, in fact I was a little negative, and so it stayed until Val was the one to open my eyes on the fact that summons are unique and real characters...

Impression now: He is absolutely adorable, he looks like a sage but also like a male grandma (don't confuse with a grandpa xD), he is extremely interesting because without dialogue, he tells quite a story with his equipment and summon areas! Just... just peak performance of nonverbal storytelling, like Henriett. I currently do see him as sort of a 'dad' figure for other scholars, since my age headcanons for him moved a bit further, when I used to think of him as the same age as Mico, Laurence and Caryll back then. But like, he is COOL, you know? Both clearly very intelligent AND can kick asses of literal gods. x)

Favorite moment: When he arrives to "help" us with Rom after we died already HAHAHAHAHA! Thanks for help, asshole!!!

Idea for a story: His dives in the Isz dungeons sound like a plan! With other Tomb Prospectors! Especially Gremia - another summon in that area! Many people have been noticing that Gremia fights especially aggressively and doesn't step away and heals all that much, and he is also the only summon that can sprint. Paired with the fact that he doesn't have Loch Shield, which WAS given to Isz Prospectors.... Well, perhaps he doesn't value his safety at ALL. Damian, on the other hand, has a shield, a long range weapon, a healing bell, and three long range attack tools. They are opposites, doing the same job! I think it'd make a cool slice of life fanfic - Damian and Gremia being a fun (dys)functional duo of explorers, just deeply resenting each other but also saving each others' asses by balancing one another out!

Unpopular opinion: He is still alive when we summon him, he is in Byrgenwerth and grew hostile with his friend Julie/Yurie, he did not die and we just summon his spirit ;-; Please I just KNOW it, Damian is ALIVE in the game' events ;-;

Favorite relationship: I love him and Micolash so much <3 If only Edgar x Micolash did not take the spot of my OTP, that'd be Damian and Micolash <3 But Damian to Micolash is what Julie is to Rom, or what Brador is to Laurence, for that matter. Except, unlike other two "sidekicks", Damian would be the more reasonable one to detract, seeing they can't help their loved person out of spiralling insanity... But they were close for a long while, and I am dwelling on that period, a lot.

Favorite headcanon: I actually stealeded it from Saintmic and it is mine now: Damian was sort of biology professor, whose research and knowledge came up very handy to study phantasms and other weird creatures Byrgenwerth found. And he had a vivarium full of creatures, that Rom loved to find more abominations for xd It is an interpretation mistake of Damian being late for the battle because of a glitch since Henryk and Madaras Twin do that too, but I started to think 'lol he is late for battle because he is afraid of spiders' and it stuck... Sooooo he is not so happy when Rom brings him cool giant spider she found xD

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Thank you for the ask!! Really unusual characters this time

[hystixia]

CHAPTER TWO.

FEATURING 、JEFF COLLINS X F!READER

WARNINGS 、FOUL LANGUAGE, PERVERTED THOUGHTS, MENTIONS OF WEED, THREATS OF VIOLENCE

NAVIGATION 、THE SMELL OF IRON AND 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐘.

The next day was full of moving furniture into the house and unpacking the boxes piled up in the living room. It was tiring and Jeff could feel a sting of pain in his shoulder as he lifted up a box that had his name scribbled onto it and walked up the stairs towards the bedroom on the left. Liu claimed the ordinary looking bedroom with the gross stain but Jeff already had his eyes set on taking the darker and “scarier” (Liu’s words not his) looking room. 

He lets out a soft huff as he sets the box down by the bed, his bed is half made as the blanket drags down onto the floor and as gravity makes it slip completely off the mattress silently Jeff narrows his eyes at it before turning and walking out of the bedroom, closing the door behind himself before heading for the stairs again.

He stops for a moment when he sees that rabbit out of the corner of his eye. He turns his head and stops walking, hand on the railing as he raises a brow at the small white animal at Liu’s bedroom doorway, the door completely open and allowing Jeff to look into it and at what Liu had done to change it and morph it into a room that fit him.

Jeff scowls at the bunny. What was its name again? He didn’t really give a fuck. He took long strides towards it and picked the poor thing up before walking into Liu’s bedroom and spotting the small animal pin with the small door swung open. He scoffs with an eye roll as he walks towards it and shoves the rabbit into the pin before closing the small gate with a small click.

”What are you doing with Sully?” The sound of his brother makes him turn, an unamused look on his face as he stares at his younger brother standing rather awkwardly in the doorway.

He gives Liu a weird look before pushing his hands onto his knees and standing up. “It was just runnin’ around in the hall.” Liu seems surprised by his brother’s words and his eyes flick down to the rabbit before looking back up at Jeff. Jeff stalks towards him, silent and damn near menacing and it makes Liu shrink in on himself subconsciously as Jeff looms over him. “You’re welcome.” He huffs before storming past Liu and down the stairs like he had originally planned on doing in the first place.

He walks straight down into the living room where he sees both his parents discussing some topic he didn’t care to listen in on. He gives his dad a blank look and glances over at his mom that looks like she’s stressed out and it’s only 3pm.

She sees Jeff but doesn’t say anything to him. He just wanted to get out of the house as soon as possible. He slowly moved closer to the front door, each step calculated and silent as he inches closer and closer.

He makes a beeline for the wooden portal, walking in quick strides and as he grabs and twists the handle he hears the annoying voice of his father.

”Where do you think you’re goin’?” He says, nose turned upward and an expression of cockiness on his face that makes him look punchable in Jeff’s eyes.

”Outside.” Jeff replied, short n’ sweet. Laurence didn’t like that too much so Jeff fights back an eye roll as he turns halfway facing his father. “Gonna walk around the neighborhood, see if there’s anything happening. Y’know, like you’d expect me to.” The last sentence comes out in a hissed tone, an underlying cut to his voice as his brows furrow and he glares at his dad.

The man doesn’t say anything, an uncertain glint in his eyes as his posture grows rather uncomfortable and he clears his throat before looking over at his oldest son with a slight hint of concern, but not for Jeff. “Don’t stay out there too long… and don’t get into trouble.” Jeff scoffs and opens the door and leaves, walking down the creaky steps and down the small gravel trail.

He turns and heads left down the sidewalk, curiously looking at the house beside his. It looked rather normal, basic even. Nothing noteworthy about it so he turns his attention to the road and keeps walking, tugging something crumbled up in his front pocket out and flipping it open. He pulls a cigarette out from the wrinkled up small box and then shoves it back into it’s pocket before pulling a lighter from his other pocket.

He holds them in his hand, not too worried about lighting the deadly stick at the moment as he takes long and rather confident looking strides down the sidewalk. He reaches a four-way stop that leads off into three other directions but he turns and walks towards the right because he’d seen a gas station near the entrance of the neighborhood and wanted to just sneak something for himself. Stealing was bad but so what? He didn’t give two shits.

He sighs through his nose, looking down at the cigarette in his hand and lights it a second later, shoving the lighter into his pocket and taking a puff off the cig as he relaxes his shoulders. He blinks slowly, an unreadable expression on his face before he sees a figure off in the distance. He narrows his eyes trying to decipher who it was as he nears the person until they turn their head and look in his direction and he recognizes those wide doe eyes.

He bites back a grin and walks just the slightest bit faster toward her as he takes another inhale off the cigarette before blowing the cloud of smoke out.

She gives him a confused look as he stops beside her until he sees the sparkle or realization in her eyes. “You’re that guy…” She says barely above a whisper. Jeff chuckles and takes another drag off the cigarette.

”Who?” He grins and she blinks rapidly, stuttering and struggling to form words to which he laughs at as he throws his head back. “Relax, ‘m just messin’ with ya.”

She hums in acknowledgement, bashful as she stares down at the sidewalk and bites her lip. Did she realize how mesmerizing she was? Did she realize how badly he wanted to—

“Oh… You, uhm…” She’s too nervous to speak up and finish her sentence but her eyes flicker over the lit cigarette in his hand as she seems to shrink in on herself. Out of shyness? He hoped so. He liked making her feel like that and he’d only just met her.

He grins widely, corners of his eyes crinkling as he holds the cigarette loosely between his digits. “You don’t like smokin’?” He teases and the girl seems to become increasingly embarrassed the more he spoke to her and kept his eyes on her. Those pretty hands balled into fists by her sides as she stares in every direction but his.

”Sweet girl,” He takes a step towards her, flicking a bit of ash off his cigarette with a tap of his finger against the deadly stick before bringing it to his lips once more and taking a long drag. He leans down nearly eye level with her now and she finally, finally stares back at him, those pretty doe eyes focused on him and he feels a weird churning sensation in his gut that he chooses to ignore. He blows the smoke into her face, slowly so as to not completely suffocate her. Her face contorts in disgust, nose scrunching up as her hands wave at the air in front of her face with a small cough. When her eyes look back at his shortly after, brows furrowed in frustration as she opens her mouth to speak she falls silent when his nose brushes against hers. There was something in those blue eyes of his that dragged her deeper than she should’ve gone. He chuckles slightly as he stares at her with half lidded eyes. “you really shouldn’t be around me.”

She opens her mouth once more, a sound coming from her but she’s stopped once more by the sound of a car rolling to a stop on the road beside them. She turns her head slightly to look and it’s amusing how she seems to become shades lighter at the sight of the vehicle. The passenger window is rolled down and there was a face of a very disappointed woman in the driver’s seat staring back at the girl.

”Get in.” Is all the lady says and Jeff has half the mind to stand in the way and he thinks he’s probably already moving to do so without much thought when he feels a soft hand on his sleeved forearm, tugging on the white material. He glances down at her and she shakes her head slightly, just barely noticeable but he sees it and with reluctance he sighs and backs off, flicking more ash off the half used cigarette in his hand.

The girl scampers into the passenger seat, not even sparing Jeff a glance but the look of dread and embarrassment on her face makes him consider the possibility that it was her mother in that car and not some random bitch. He corrects himself and his thoughts as the car drives off and the woman gives him a suspicious look that makes him want to smash her skull into that steering wheel her pathetic hands were gripping tightly. Control yourself you dumb fuck, he thinks as he watches the car grow smaller in the distance.

He hums quietly to himself almost in defeat as he relaxes his shoulders and looks up at the sky as he takes another drag off the cigarette before throwing it off to the curb and walking down the sidewalk in the opposite direction the car had gone and towards the entrance of the neighborhood.

He crosses the road without a care of getting there any faster. He can imagine that girl hurrying over the road, holding her skirt to keep down as she scampered across to the other side. He can also imagine taking her to the back of this gas station and… Best not to think about that thought or else he’d have a problem to deal with when he got out of this cramped building.

The door swings open as he pulls it, a small ding sounding out from a speaker somewhere in the gas station as he walks in and talks a look around the place. There’s typical things like snacks, candy, random weird ass fidget toys for children and an assortment of drinks on the back wall of the place. It smelled like gasoline and weed and Jeff scrunches his nose up in disgust as he walks through the small aisles until he hears a snicker off to his left and glances over.

It’s in one of the corners of the store, three guys huddled near each other and that’s where the stench is so strong. Two of them look high as hell while the third glares over at Jeff as if he’s looking to get into a fight but Jeff looks down at the candy bars, trying to ignore the way his hands ball up into tight fists.

”Hey, weirdo.” One of them calls out and Jeff can feel his mood souring by the second. Footsteps get closer, only one person.. he could win if he had to fight whoever the punk was, hell, he could beat all of their asses if he wanted to.

”I’m talkin’ to you.” That irritating voice says again in an orderly tone and Jeff turns his head just enough to glare over at the individual. It was that dumb ass that was looking at him.

”What do you want, prick?” Jeff snaps in a low voice, there’s a violent edge to his tone as he glares up at the boy probably the same age as him. The guy only seems to take this as a sign to get more obnoxious and takes another step towards Jeff with a defiant look in his eyes, pupils blown wide and Jeff scoffs.

”You got a staring problem, huh? Freak?” The boy spats and Jeff stands up slowly, quiet as ever as he practically towers over the guy. His black hair is curtained over the death glare he gives and he contemplates whether he should punch his face in now or wait til they all walk out of the gas station.

Jeff leans down just a bit, brows furrowed and an enraged fire in his blue eyes as he grabs the boy by his navy colored jacket and jerks it up making the boy flinch.

”If you talk to me again, I will knock your fuckin’ teeth out. Got it?” Jeff says in a low whisper so no one else could hear. The high male seems to be in a daze though and so Jeff jerks him again and prepares his free hand to get ready to throw a few blows to the boy’s face. “Answer me, dipshit, or you’re gonna be in a lot of pain and your fuckin’ goons will hafta clean up the mess.” He threatens with a clenched jaw and the guy seems to come to his senses at that.

”A-alright dude! Chill, chill!” He stammers with his hands raised defensively in the air and Jeff lets him go after another angry huff. The boy wipes his jacket where Jeff had grabbed him and gives Jeff a dirty look before turning and mumbling something under his breath as he wobbles over to his friends that watched with confused looks.

Jeff glares over at them as he snatches a Twix off the shelf and shoves it into his hoodie pocket before walking back to the entrance and circling the shoplifting detectors while the cashier was distracted and walks out the door as it dings once more and he steps outside as a cool breeze passes.

He walks back into the neighborhood, holding an object in his hoodie pocket but it wasn’t the wrapper of the Twix that bumped against his left hand that held something much more deadly.

He doesn’t do anything with the object, just holds on to it, grips it tight in his hand as if it were a habit as he walks down the quiet sidewalk and back to the spot he’d seen the girl earlier. He grins like a creep to himself as he thinks about the outfit she was wearing. Fluffy sweater, hanging off one shoulder to show the bare skin there that he wanted to sink his teeth into. The frilly skirt she wore that didn’t do much to help her with the weather that seemed to get colder as the days passed. Those cute and pink converse she wore that had a few pins on them as if that was how she added her own artistic taste to the shoes. He’s so busy thinking about this little obsession— he thinks is normal— until it’s ripped from him and he sees a flash of black like a bomb went off in front of him. He groans quietly, right hand flying up to his head and clutching it tightly, gripping his hair and tugging slightly as pain pulses through his head and seeps down into his chest. He can’t see very well and he’s unsure if what he’s seeing is even real.

There’s a lot of red, the color is everywhere and he thinks he’s lost his mind when he hears a horrific scream somewhere to his left. He turns slightly, face scrunching up and relaxing every few seconds as the throb continues like a steady downpour throughout his entire body. What the fuck? He blinks a few times, squinting his eyes as he looks at a blurry figure in the distance that gets bigger and bigger until he realizes the thing was coming towards him.

”Oh, shit—“ “HELP ME!” The voice of a girl screams out as the figure gets closer and he feels his blood run cold at the familiar voice. He feels adrenaline the second and stumbles a bit on his feet as he suddenly feels lightheaded. He feels angry, confused and a newfound feeling of fear but it only lasts for a second and when she had screamed out. He blinks a few times and it feels like his body has been hit by lightning, his ears ringing so loud he feels like his eardrums were going to burst any second and he takes a deep inhale as he opens his eyes again and sees white for a few seconds until his eyes adjust to the bright light the sun above casts. 

He looks around utterly confused. Everything looks normal again and he feels a rapid thumb in his chest, pressing his hand to it only to realize it’s his own heart doing that. He feels like he can't breathe properly as he inhales and exhales through his mouth a few times like he ran a marathon until he forces himself to take slow breaths through his nose. He calms down in record time, shoulders relaxed and it’s now he realizes he’s on the ground and no longer standing as he sits up and stares down at the sidewalk. He looks up and straight ahead where he’d seen the girl running from and he sees the street he lives on. He makes a weird face, a brow raised as he examines the area for anything suspicious. There’s nothing and so he stands to his feet with rather wobbly legs at first and sighs through his nose.

What a weird fuckin’ experience. He thinks and he hears something hollow drop to his right. He turns his head and looks over only to see a small child with his mouth hung open and wide eyes. His arms are out in front of himself and a small plastic bucket rolls on the sidewalk in front of him.

”You’re weird.” The child blurts out, eyes still wide and mouth open as he stares up at Jeff. It’s silent and neither of them move nor do they look away from each other as if they're in an unspoken staring contest.

The kid suddenly picks up the bucket and turns on his heel, nearly falling over and running back into the yard of the house he was beside and up to the front door and opens it before going inside. Jeff shrugs the weird interaction off and walks back down the street to his house with an odd sense of paranoia hanging in the air above him.

It’s only midday and he’s experiencing such an odd event. He laughs at himself and shakes his head as he walks up the steps of his house and grabs the doorknob.

“‘s probably nothin’.” He says to himself before opening the door and walking in, feeling a static-like noise in his head that he’s quick to drown out with a playlist that consists of all his favorite nu metal bands as he shoves earbuds into his ears.

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Hi, it’s me, Fanfic Anon #2. I thought now would be a good time for some family fluff. Consider this the follow up to my piece a while ago now where he asked their kids for their permission to marry Brigitte. Hope you all enjoy!

She doesn’t know why she was so nervous. She knows how happy her children are going to be with the news - they love him more than she ever hoped, ever thought was possible. She knew she had remarkable children, knew that she was truly blessed with the three most special human beings who somehow were hers, who loved her (still loved her, after everything they have been put through because of her. The fact that they still want to spend time with her - especially now that they’re adults, starting families of their own - she will never stop saying a prayer of thanksgiving every night for that), but even that never prepared her for the way they had adopted her financé as their own.

"Calm down, chérie!" He soothed noticing she was straightening the table for the fifteenth time. "They’re going to be so happy for you, for us."

"How can you be so sure?" She asked worrying her lower lip between her teeth.

Smirking at the secret knowledge in the back of his mind, he simply replied confidently, "because I am. Now come here," he offered, opening his arms wide and pulling her into a tight embrace. "Relax," he commanded as he pressed a kiss into the crown of her head.

Shortly thereafter they heard their brood bound through the door together laughing at something that happened on the journey in.

"Hello! Maman! Manu! We’re here!" Tiphaine yelled out.

"Hi, my darlings!" Brigitte replied warmly rounding the corner towards the front door quickly, pulling each of her children in for a tight hug.

"So?" Sebastian saddled up to his soon-to-be-legally-step-father while his mother was occupied fussing over something with his sisters, a wide smile on his face, "is this what I think this is?"

Conspiratorially, Emmanuel simply shrugged with a knowing smile.

Sebastian broke out into a huge grin at that and pulled him firmly, quickly into a hug.

"Care to share boys?" They heard Brigitte inquire when she noticed their embrace.

"Just happy to see him," Sebastian pulled back and turned towards his mother. "Very happy to see him," he winked back at Emmanuel, telegraphing for him his thoughts.

"Wait? Does that mean he -" Tiphaine started before being smacked roundly by Laurence to shut her up.

"Does that mean he what?" Brigitte rounded back towards her now beet-red girls.

With wild, panicked eyes, they sought out Emmanuel, looking for instruction on what to do. "Just tell her," he smiled gently. "It’s okay."

"Tell me what?"

"Does that mean he finally proposed?" Tiphaine finished her thought from earlier.

"Wait, what?! How did you know?" Brigitte asked stunned.

"Because he asked us for permission weeks ago. It’s been agony waiting!"

"I had to wait for the right moment!" He defended himself.

"Of course you did, because Maman deserves the best!"

"I’m sorry, can we go back a bit here, you asked them for permission?" She asked Emmanuel, tears gathering in her eyes at the thought.

"I’m marrying their mother," he shrugged. "Of course I asked."

"So!! Tell me!!" Tiphaine squealed. "I want all the details."

"Well maybe not all the details," Sebastian cautioned (he was happy that she was happy, but she is also his mother, and there is only so much he could hear about her love life).

"Come on, maman. Tell us!" Laurence begged pulling her mother firmly into the sitting room to discuss.

"Now remember," Sebastian started as he pulled back from the final hug, getting ready to join his sisters on their trips home hours later.

"I know. If I hurt her, you’ll have my head. Literally. But, I would sooner die than hurt your mother."

"I know, Dad," he offered with a smile.

Helloo fanfic Anon #2! ❤️

Yes! Family fluffiness! Hahaha Brigitte being all nervous with her kids reaction and smartpants Manu already having it all covered it up! The kids reaction was indeed adorable hahaha Tiphaine running her mouth about it... I can totally imagine it! Oh this family 🤧🥰

Thank you so much, fanfic Anon #2! ❤️❤️❤️

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John Paton Laurie was born on 25th March 1897.

Laurie was born at Dumfries, to William Laurie, a clerk in a tweed mill and later a hatter and hosier, and Jessie Ann Laurie née Brown Laurie attended Dumfries Academy, before abandoning a career in architecture to serve in the First World War as a member of the Honourable Artillery Company. Upon his demobilisation, he trained to become an actor under Elsie Fogerty at the Central School of Speech and Drama, then based at the Royal Albert Hall, London and first acted on stage in 1921.

A prolific Shakespearian actor, Laurie spent much of the time between 1922 and 1939, playing Shakespearian parts including Hamlet, Richard III and Macbeth at the Old Vic or Stratford-upon-Avon.

He starred in his friend Laurence Olivier's three Shakespearean films, Henry V Hamlet and Richard III He and Olivier also appeared in "s You Like It. During the Second World War, Laurie served in the Home Guard - the only future Dad's Army cast member to do so.

His early work in films included Juno and the Paycock, directed by Alfred Hitchcock. His breakthrough third film was Hitchcock's The 39 Steps in which his menacing, understated performance as a crofter (opposite Peggy Ashcroft) is particularly memorable. Other work included Peter Manson in The Edge of the World, Clive Candy's batman in The Life and Death of Colonel Blimp, the farmer recruit in The Way Ahead, the brothel proprietor in Fanny by Gaslight, the repugnant Pew in Disney's Treasure Island and Doctor MacFarlane in Hobson's Choice. In the 1945 film I Know Where I'm Going!, Laurie had a small speaking part in a céilidh sequence for which he was also credited as an adviser.

It was on the small screen that we remember Laurie most fondly as Private Frazer in Dad’s Army with his 'Wur doomed, wur awl doomed....” catchphrase. He cropped up in four episodes of the popular classic TV Show, The Avengers, playing a different role each time and in three episodes of Dr. Finlay's Casebook again playing different roles. Of course with a voice like his he was a natural as a storyteller on the bairns TV show Jackanory.

One of his final appearances, looking slightly frail, was in Return to the Edge of the World, directed by Michael Powell in 1978.

John Laurie died aged 83 in the Chalfont and Gerrards Cross Hospital, Chalfont St Peter, from emphysema, he was cremated and his ashes were scattered at sea.

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Reposting this one from the press archive coz we added a transcript that’s easier to read.  

Transcript of interview

After helping revive Woody Allen’s career in

* * * ‘MATCH POINT’ * * *

(and giving Tom Ford a new one while co-starring in ‘A Single Man’), he’s earned the right to rock the bedposts with one crazy Nicole Kidman in this spring’s steamy thriller ‘Stoker.’ Steely-eyed, but proud-poppa softy, Matthew Goode is that good.

S.C.: How has your personal style changed as you’ve matured? Did you ever have a punk, hip-hop, or any other questionable fashion phase? MATTHEW GOODE: In some ways I went out and bought a lot more clothes when I was younger and then now the only time I’m seen in public is when I’m wearing a suit or I’m looking quite smart. But generally I’m in dad clothes. I’m quite grubby from day-to-day—living in the countryside, chopping wood, ferrying my daughter Matilda to and from. I might not be the most stylish man after all.

If you could step into any role from any classic film or stage play, what would that be? 

On the stage it would be Jeffery Bernard is Unwell, by Keith Waterhouse, just because I saw Peter O’Toole do it and he was brilliant. I’m about 50 years too young, but it’s an amazing play and had a big effect on me.

What is the starkest difference between working in the U.S. versus the UK? The biggest difference is that I’m away from my friends and family, so I feel I just get on and do the work more easily and then come home. In some ways I’m homesick.

What co-star or director has taught you the most about acting–or if you prefer, about life in general? 

I haven’t worked with one particular director yet, or an actor, who’s basically made me understand anything better. I wouldn’t say it was any one person; it’s the experience that you pick up over 12 years [in acting]. I don’t think it’s one almighty lightning bolt. You know, I doubt myself left, right and center, so maybe that will change when this magical person comes along.

Can you tell me anything about your mother’s belief that she might be Laurence Olivier’s love child? 

Only that she’s completely batty!

Are there any films you’ve made that you don’t want your daughter to see when she’s of age? 

When she’s of age I’ll be happy for her to watch any of them. It depends what you mean, I mean [the remake of ] Burning Man’s not great right now, because obviously it involves daddy naked quite a lot. But let’s say, when she’s like 40, she can watch what she likes! There may be an actor in her, but obviously we’ll try and dissuade her. I’d be fine with it, as long as she’s happy – that’s all you can really ask for, isn’t it?

Your character in Stoker seems quite sinister. Is that liberating, or does a dark role take a greater toll on you as an actor when you discover the dark places within yourself? 

I don’t think about it that much. I don’t buy into all that. The only thing that stresses me out is just how much hard work it is day-to-day working on a film set.

I genuinely see it as quite an honor to be in that position, and I love exploring a story. So you do your preparation and then go for it. I don’t get this Method thing–there’s no way I could possibly be continuing to live in the character outside of “Action!” and “Cut!” It doesn’t make any sense to me. Between action and cut, I like to think that I’m in character.

With someone shoving a camera and a microphone in my face, I try to get on with the scene as best I can. It’s crazy but a lot of fun.

As I understand it, Stoker was director Park Chan-Wook’s English-language film debut. How was your on-set rapport with him? 

I loved him–he’s brilliant. You know you’re in very capable hands having watched his other films, and having been there for a bit of the pre-production and seeing how much preparation he put in, even down to just what color the walls were going to be. There were many different colors, and he chose extremely specifically, so you just think Wow! We created a lot of stuff for [Goode’s character] Uncle Charlie together, and there were a few things that unfortunately didn’t make it into the film. He’s a brilliant man. I also liked having steak and wine with him–I found that that is when we got most creative.

What was your most stereotypically “Southern” moment as a Brit shooting in Nashville...listening to country music at Robert’s Western World, drinking bourbon, buying cowboy boots....did you have a culture shock moment in the South? 

There was a moment when myself, my wife, and my daughter went and bought some cowboy boots. I didn’t buy any myself. I thought that that was a bridge too far as a Brit. It was very good fun, and I love Nashville. There’s a great place, I can’t remember the name, that a great band called The Time Jumpers—a bluegrass swing group—would play. It just put you in the best mood. There are such talented musicians all over the place, even if you go down to the strip to the honky-tonk bars on Lower Broadway. That was the really tourist-y and stereotypical thing we did–as much as we were warned off by the “cooler” places you could go where specific people played. We just loved going and having a few drinks, a lot of fun!

Matthew Goode interviewed by Stinson Carter for Room 100 Blog.com in 2013  

📷 Originals - Kevin Davies Photography/ via Stinson Carter.com