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[laszlowrobinson]

Mr. Roboto || Tallulah + Franny + Laszlo

There was something— off in the Robinson Family Household. Laszlo couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was, but he definitely knew there was something. 

Everyone seemed fine (even the twins! which was a bit of a surprise since when something was amiss, it was usually because of them [no offense]) but they’d noticed the oddities floating around too. And these were things that were considered weird for them. Which wouldn’t have been out of character, given their line up currently under the roof, but if everyone agreed that something was weird, then it was weird. It had only progressed, getting odder and odder, over the passing days.

Honey spilled on the counter, dishes put in the craft drawer, potted plants stacked on top of one another in the middle of the floor, the living room furniture had been rearranged to sit flat against the walls, Christmas decorations had been put up in the hall way, and all the windows were open on only the left side of the house. He hadn’t even known some of those had even been able to open! 

Another thing that he had recently discovered was that one of the bathrooms had been filled to the brim with bubbles. As soon as he had opened the door they had poured over him like the nicer version of an avalanche. 

As soon as he had been able to crawl (swim??) his way out, his yells for help echoed off the walls to any one still left at home. 

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[wilbur-robinson]

Make it Right | Winny

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Wilbur had called for a cease fire. A truce of sorts. Thanks in some part to texts he’d had with Pip, he had come to realize that he was resenting the wrong people. Well not the wrong people, one person was still in the proverbial dog house. But in retrospect, his mother was a fool in the game along with him. She’d just been trapped in it longer than Wilbur had. Probably. He had no idea how long they’d been married.

In any case, Wilbur was a bit of a fool. 

But he would sort of fix it. Probably. At the least he would try to talk to his mum, though he still found himself unsettled by the prospect. It was a long time in coming, and he was a little scared it would still blow up in both of their faces. Wilbur debated over where to do it, but settled on one of his couches, dragging over a little table that he and his mum could set the pizza box on and flopped on one side.

Wilbur forced himself to sit up at a knock from the door, letting the blanket pool around his legs. “Come in mum. Did you get pepperoni?”

[claraeuterpebaudry]

Isn’t She Lovely || Franny + Clara

There were those moments in when news broke that people would remember where they were. Clara Baudry would always remember where she had been when the news that Franny and Cornelius Robinson were pregnant hit the internet.

She had been in a practice room, taking a break to give her embouchure a rest, and scrolling through her phone. At first it hadn’t computed what she was reading. Then it had. And then she had screamed very loudly. So loudly, in fact, that the trombone player who had been in the room next door had knocked to see if she was okay. 

She’d gone to Mrs. Robinson’s first class and got teary-eyed at the sight of her teaching in front of the class. One part because she was in a class being taught by her and the other part because she was pregnant! And showing!! 

So Clara, not wanting to be disrespectful and annoying, had kept a polite distance. Up until when she actually really needed to ask a question. Now she was, once again, knocking on Mrs. Robinson’s open door during her office hours. She gave a wave when the woman looked up. “Hi! I um— had a question about the last assignment? Are you...available?” 

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[laszlowrobinson]

Mother Knows Best || Franny + Laszlo

Laszlo was very good in a crisis. He had been through one or two in his life time (mum being cursed being at the top of that list, both because it had been the first he could remember clearly and because he still felt like it was an on going on)  and had learned how to deal with it. Came in rather handy when living in a place like Swynlake. 

He was doing his very best to do so now. It helped that the family was quite large and that Tallulah was actually home and that Franny hadn’t completely died (only a little bit) but for whatever reason, it didn’t seem to matter to Franny that she had nearly bit the dust. 

It seemed like everyday he was having to tell her to Stop it, you’re supposed to be resting. They were all taking their turns in looking after Sovanna, and he knew it was probably hard for Franny to not be by her side at every moment of the day, but for heaven’s sake— 

“What are you doing?” He stood in the doorway of Sovanna’s room where the baby was supposed to be taking her nap. Only the funny thing was he had heard Franny’s voice over the baby monitor. His eyebrows were raised and arms folded over his chest, looking very annoyed. 

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[laszlowrobinson]

Past Prologue || Artpop

Laszlo walked home from school that afternoon in a sort of daze as his brain tried to sort through the most recent events. Because that had happened, right? Right?? Swynlake could be quite odd sometimes when it came to versions of reality! He just wanted to be extra-doubly-sure his mind, with the help of whatever magic it was that the town cooked up, hadn’t conjured that whole scenario up. 

Then, as he turned down the street where the Observatory sat in all its glory, he jogged the rest of the way. His sneakers clapped down against the pavement, backpack bouncing against his spine and shoulder blades. Because as soon as he convinced himself that all that had happened, the need to tell someone, anyone!, overwhelmed him. 

All around the mansion he ran around looking for the victim who would have to listen to him. He checked the kitchen first, there usually always someone in there. Laszlo came sliding in on his socks, having shucked his shoes off at the front door, only to find it empty. Damn. 

It took him a few more tries before he eventually found someone.

“Franny!” he called as soon as he caught sight of her. “You will never guess what just happened!” 

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[wilbur-robinson]

give me strength | Winny

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Wilbur woke up utterly bewildered and disoriented. He had dreamed...well first of all he’d had the wackiest nerd dream ever. And okay, Wilbur didn’t hate pokemon as a concept okay? But he did hate the fact that he somehow wasn’t himself at all. He was...well he was a poor little orphan boy who just sort of lived in the woods.

It was deeply disturbing.

So much so that he found himself running down the stairs, rushing over and sliding down the banister for the last staircase to get to the ground floor. “Muuuuuum?” He called, sure that she had to be up already doing mum like things. Maybe she was making breakfast. He veered into the kitchen, lighting up as he caught sight of her and darted over, wrapping his arms around her from behind and hugging her tight. “Hi.”

[claraeuterpebaudry]

Fangirl || Franny + Clara

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This was not the first time Clara had walked the path to Franny Robinson’s office. That had been an accident, a lost girl in a school too big for her rushing down the wrong hall being stunned to a stop by the name printed on the door. Every time after that had been with purpose, but by the end she had convinced herself to keep moving, a strange adrenaline coursing through her veins at the mere thought of proximity and could-have-been-run-ins. 

There were too many reasons why she shouldn’t (she was only a freshman, she’d be able to tell what Clara was with one glance, Professor Robinson was busy, Clara wouldn’t know what to say, Clara would freak out, Clara would cry in front of her idol, Clara-) than why she should. So she didn’t. 

Jaden Smith was singing through her headphones (Look, watch me, watch me Watch me, do this Since 2012 I've been the coolest,) had proven to boost her courage enough to stand in front of the door. The temptation of knocking was much like that of standing at the edge of a cliff, the water and its waves welcoming her down. A weightless fall away from what was around her into something new.

She had planned to walk away like always, but instead she turned to find another professor looking at her.  

Their lips moved. Clara yanked her headphones from her ears. “I beg your pardon?”

“Oh, I just said that she was in there.” The professor indicated to the door. “Robinson? Just give a knock.” 

The two stared at one another. Waiting. Clara did not want to cave. She wanted to go back to her dorm room and eat the frozen pizza in her fridge and do her homework. Instead she smiled and turned and...knocked.

[wilbur-robinson]

Got a Boo Boo | Winny

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Football practice could be a draining affair. Well, it was mostly a draining affair. There was a lot of running around, there was kicking the ball around (and accidentally kicking people). There was just so much to every daily practice. And usually Wilbur was pretty good at avoiding scrapes and bruises, but it didn’t work like that all the time.

And definitely not when one of his teammates decided he was in a shit mood and took it out on everyone else. Wilbur was quick sure but no miracle worker. When Tom went to get the ball from Wilbur, he went in hard for a slide tackle. Wilbur went flying and hit the ground hard. Dickhead.

“Why the fuck’re you going so hard?” Wilbur whined, sitting up and wincing at the ache in his legs. He glanced down, and then he immediately found himself getting dizzy and had to look away instead. “Oh god oh god oh god. I’m bleeding!” “Geez, calm down Robinson. It’s just a scrape.” “No way, nuh uh. I’m dying.” Wilbur wouldn’t take anyone’s reassurances, immediately reaching for his phone and reaching out to his mum.

In all capital letters he sent the text ‘I’M DYING’ and then set his phone down and let himself lean against the grass. His mum would surely come and deal with the blood for him. Surely she would get his urgency. For now? Well Wilbur would not look down.