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acacia-may · 6 months

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Enough [A Frank Denouement and Kit Snicket Friendship Ficlet]

A ficlet centric on one of my favorite ASOUE underrated friendships: Frank Denouement and Kit Snicket for Woevember 2023 hosted by @asouefanworkevent Day 4: Hotel Denouement. Dewey x Kit is also mentioned. Thank you for reading!

(Warnings: Sparring. Some mild spoilers)

“Hey. Hey, not the face,” Frank protested as he dodged one of Kit’s punches. Another soon followed. “If you give me a black eye again, I won’t be able to pretend I’m Ernest.”

“That was an accident,” she insisted as he tried and failed to catch her in a hold. “And why do you do that again?”

Her movements were so quick and agile, he could barely keep up with them—not to mention frustratingly unpredictable even after how many times they had sparred together. He supposed he had an excuse. Since he had been put on “hotel duty,” his sparring skills were severely lacking especially compared to Kit who spent most of her time in the field, but still he had thought that with practice he would’ve improved at least somewhat. He huffed, struggling to catch his breath as he quickly weaved in and out of her attacks. “Listen, when you have a boring desk job like me, you have to find ways to keep life interesting.”

“It just confuses everyone,” she argued as she turned, leaving her right side open. When he raised his arm, however, she effortlessly swerved away from his hand, completely unphased and he was back on the defensive. “If your point was to be deceptive, I could understand, but you just want to mess with everyone—why?”

“What do you care?” he huffed as he managed to get a kick in causing her to stumble. He gripped her arms holding her in place. “You can tell us apart.” She could, of course, frustratingly enough so he never got to have any fun with tricking her that he was either of his brothers. “So I don’t know why it would matter to—Ow!”

Frank winced as Kit elbowed him, and within moments she had him pinned to the ground. Pathetic, he thought with a slight shake of his head as he struggled to wriggle free. She was kind enough to practice with him whenever she was around which was getting more and more frequent. That gave him an idea.

“Before you punch me, picture me as someone you love—shouldn’t be too hard,” he teased with a wink and a grin. Kit lowered her hand and loosened her hold on him. The glare she gave him as she got up from the ground made Frank shiver.

“Listen, I didn’t mean anything by it. I was just teasing…” he insisted, but Kit huffed, leaning against the wall with her back to him.

Even though Frank was sure she probably didn’t want him to, he joined her. The roof of the hotel was their favourite sparring place, and probably Ernest’s as well as he insisted it was the least disruptive to the guests. It was one of Frank’s favourite places in general since it had the most beautiful view of the city—especially at night when all of the buildings were illuminated by dim lights and the night sky was filled with stars.

After a long, heavy silence, Kit half-asked, half-stated, “So you know…?”

Frank’s brow furrowed. “About you and my brother? Yeah.”

“I had thought that since his entire existence is a secret, he’d be better at keeping one,” she teased with a twitch of a smile in the corners of her mouth.

“When he’s this happy? Absolutely not,” chuckled Frank. “You are all he ever talks about besides books and the Dewey Decimal System. I guess I just figured that since you were hanging around here a lot more that you two were in some kind of relationship now…” Frank stopped. “Are you in some kind of relationship?”

Kit frowned. “I don’t see how that’s any of your business.”

“Kit, my brother adores you. He would do anything for you—even die for you or follow you into hell if you asked. That level of devotion knows no bounds. I have no doubt that you are the person my brother loves the most in the world, and he is the person I love the most so I…”

“You’re worried about him,” she finished with a sigh. “And you should be.”

“I wouldn’t say…”

“You know about me and Olaf…?” she interrupted again, and Frank tilted his head.

“Well, yeah. Everybody knows about that.”

“Then you know I’m no good for your brother and that he deserves someone so much better.”

“Maybe that’s true,” Frank conceded. “But he doesn’t want anyone else.” Frank sighed. “Look, we’ve all done things that we’re not proud of—I know I have so I’m in no position to judge you or anybody else. The way I see it, there are very few genuinely good people in this world, but Dewey is one of them and he deserves to be happy. And Kit..." he paused—meeting her eyes. "You have made my brother happier than I have ever seen him and as far as I’m concerned that makes you good enough.”

#woevember #frank denouement #kit snicket #kit snicket x dewey denouement #asoue fanfiction #asoue spoilers #thank you for reading!!

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weirdthoughtsandideas · 23 days

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Hi I wrote a small oneshot with the Quagmire triplets and Baby Bea

#the quagmire triplets #beatrice baudelaire ii #asoue #asoue fanfiction #asoue fanfic #isadora quagmire #duncan quagmire #quigley quagmire

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frost-queen · 1 year

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A writer’s muse (Male!Reader x Count Olaf)

Requested by: anon, Forever tag: @missmelodramatic, @theletterhart, @alex--awesome--22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly, @denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco @idkwhatmyusernam, @subjecta13-thefangirl

The lights light up as the curtain dropped. The entire theatre clapped slowly and unsure what to think of the play they just witnessed. You were vigorously writing on the top paper of your stack. Idea’s flooding through your mind as you had to write them all down. Bits and pieces of scenes. The person beside you gave you a curious glance. You were so occupied with your own fantasies that you could care less. The spotlight shot onto the curtains.

The curtains ruffled as one tried to get through. Count Olaf stepped out in the open, taking a deep bow. – “Thank you, thank you.” – he recited with a theatre bow. Grand and luxurious. Your head shot up; eyes wide on him. Dropping your pen, you started clapping loud. Louder than anyone else. Count Olaf’s attention got drawn to it, seeing you clap excitedly. You certainly stood out as no one else clapped this approving to him. Count Olaf extended his arm out to you.

“Thank you!” – he said kissing his palm that he waved at you. Your chest rose at your deep inhale. What an honor it was that he noticed you. Count Olaf motioned to the person in charge of the spotlight letting him know to cut it. The light blacked out. He straightened his vest. The curtains flew up as he made his escape through it.

You gulped collecting all of your papers in a messy pile. – “Sorry… could you…” – you said getting up. You gestured for passage. The man beside you puffed as he tucked his belly in. – “Thank you.” – you responded passing him. – “Forgive me… thank you… If you would be so kind…” – you kept saying urging your way out of the seat row. People murmured leaving a way open for you. Some pulled their legs up, others got up to let you pass.

“Thank you.” – you breathed out, hopping out of the row as your foot got caught with another pair of legs. – “Maniac!” – someone huffed at you. You exhaled brief, looking back at the seat row. You then started running down the steps. – “Excuse me!” – you called out, jumping between a couple that got up to leave.

You bumped hard against someone as they fell to the ground. – “Sorry!” – you apologized without pausing. You needed to catch him before he left. The person on the ground rose their fist to you, scolding. You ducked down under a pair that were about to take their coat. – “Hey!” – they said as you clumsily proceeded your way.

You came to the backstage door. You were about to simply pass through when a tall blunt man stopped you. – “No passage.” – he said making you sigh. – “I won’t take long… I just have to meet him.” – you explained. The tall blunt man shook his head, arms crossed. – “Please! I am begging you. Let me meet him. I need to meet Count Olaf!” – you urged. He shook his head again. – “I am a writer.” – you said. – “I wish to share my idea’s with the brilliant man.” – you hoped someway you were convincing him.

“Please… just one chat.” – you begged. The tall blunt man stepped aside opening the door. – “Follow me.” – he spoke waving for you to follow him. – “Thank you! Thank you.” – you responded going after him. You looked quickly around the backstage area. A bald man cleaning his claw made you swallow nervously. An old pair of twins bickering over a piece of scarf while pulling at it.

You stepped up your pace as you were falling behind. The tall blunt man came to a stop near a door with a plastered star on it. The star looking rather poorly as if oneself had done it. The top point hanging low, the words Count Olaf written with an inky pen that had left a few smudges here and there. He opened the door bowing down to enter. – “Boss.” – he said.

Count Olaf turned around in his chair with a whiff of arrogance. His fingers pressed together. – “Who is he?” – he said with a gesture at you. – “I…I…” – you began stepping forwards. You were so nervous that your stack of papers dropped onto the floor. You dived to the ground to collect them, Count Olaf rolling his eyes. – “Why did you let him in?” – Count Olaf asked his henchman. The tall blunt man pulled his shoulders up. – “He insisted.” – he responded making Count Olaf purr.

“I…I am a writer.” – you said out loud getting up as some papers fell once more in the process. – “A writer?” – Count Olaf repeated curious. – “Yes… I… I saw your play and let me just say that it was marvelous. Like nothing I have ever seen.” – you complimented. – “Go on.” – Count Olaf said, leaning back in his chair. – “Your play gave me an idea for another one…” – you scrambled through your papers trying to find the right one through your own mess.

“You are a very talented man.” – you added seeing him gleam with pride. – “I see you are one to spot talent!” – he responded waving for his henchman to leave. You found the right piece of paper handing it over. You bowed low, stepping back. Count Olaf quirked his eyebrow up reading your notes. – “If it is not of your liking, I…I have a million other idea’s.” – you said since his expression was unreadable. You couldn’t tell if he liked it or loathed it.

“I don’t know what I was thinking but when I saw you on that stage… I was stunned. The idea’s flooded in my mind as I couldn’t stop. Count Olaf.” – you dropped to your knees. – “You are a marvelous man… and… if you allow me, I’d like to write your next play… You can take any of my idea’s… I wouldn’t mind. Take them all!” – you blurted out not sure what overcame you.

Count Olaf took a deep breath getting up from his chair. – “Any play?” – he asked. You got up to your feet nodding hastily. Count Olaf stuck his hand out with a smirk. – “You have yourself a deal young man!” – You shook it overjoyed. – “Thank you, Count Olaf,… I look forwards working with you.” – you bowed your head still shaking his hand. That made him curl his lip up, pulling his hand away. – “Now I need my rest!” – he snapped his finger. – “Of course…” – you commented picking up the fallen papers.

Months you were now working with the great man. The first play he did of yours was a great success. People even threw roses on stage in stead of shoes at him. It was a wonderful feeling that finally he got the recognition he deserved and wanted. It was the time between a new play as you sat in his study re-writing a scene. Count Olaf entered as you immediately noticed his presence. – “Olaf! I have this amazing idea for the boat scene. It came to me last night; I know you’ll like it!” – you rambled excitedly.

Count Olaf looked around his study. He couldn’t tell his mess apart from yours anymore. It had become one giant mess. Stacks of papers everywhere. Empty pots of ink on the floor and desk. You were taking quick notes with a focused mind. Count Olaf observed you, intrigued by your facial expressions. There was something about a focused genius that flattered him. Seeing you get so lost in your work like he does with his plays. – “Oh! Imagine a sea creature!” – you blurted out, getting the thought. You smiled eagerly writing it down. Count Olaf smiled as well. He approached the desk plucking your piece of paper from underneath your nose.

You stared bewildered at him, reading your notes. – “Come on Y/n you can do better than this!” – he said slapping his hand against paper. – “Is… is it bad?” – you asked nervous. – “I knew it… you hate it… let me scratch that idea!” – you wanted to snatch the paper from him as he moved it out of your grip. – “I never said I hated it.” – he answered. – “I simply told you; you could do better.” – he repeated. – “For example add another sailor.” – he said placing the paper down. – “Another sailor?” – you blinked confused as he tapped the paper with a smirk.

“That is wonderful… but we don’t have any more actors…unless you want me to search for one? Around this time it will be hard, not to give away they would have to catch up with weeks preparations.” – you told him, informing that it wasn’t a simple manner. – “I don’t need any new actors.” – he said, placing his palms onto the desk. – “You don’t?” – you replied, your eyes widening when he came leaning in. – “You’ll do it.” – he said making you gasp loud. – “Sir...” – you stuttered out flustered. – “I am a writer… not an actor.” – you reminded him. – “On the contrary, you are the perfect man to be on stage with me.”

Count Olaf moved his hand on top of yours, looking briefly down at it. – “You will be with me on stage, nothing to be frightful of.” – his touch made you swallow nervously. – “How… how will you fit him in the play then?” – you asked referring to your character. Count Olaf let his finger trail up your wrist to your arm. – “A lonely sea captain must have a companion.” – he said sparking up your interest. When his fingers were up your arm, he quickly snatched your tie pulling you forwards. – “Do you not agree Y/n?” – you nodded flustered at how close he was. – “I have very good notes to add to your play Sir.” – he grinned letting his gaze go from your eyes to your lips. You swallowed bashful at his approach. – “I look forward to your intel Sir.” – you responded seeing a smile curl up.

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unfortunate-sapphic-disaster · 2 years

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Hello, I hope you're having a pleasant day.

Can you please write a 'drabble' for Isadora and Violet, Hurt/Comfort?

Thank you for your time.

Rest Pleasantly.

Thank you, you too, and sure thing! Sorry it took a while but for what it's worth, the fact that this was sitting here unanswered for two whole days drove me absolutely insane. Anyways, here ya go!

Sweetie, Take A Nap - by @viodora-figley-dunklaus

Rating: General audiences, Pairing: Violet Baudelaire/Isadora Quagmire, Charecters: Violet baudelaire, Isadora Quagmire

"Violet, are you sure you're okay?"

Violet and Isadora were in the library tonight, as they were trying to find a book that could help them figure out Olafs plan: The incomplete history of secret organizations. He'd been making the Baudelaire's run laps for about a week and a half now, and they were all too tired to have any idea why, so it was Klaus's idea that they go to the library to try and find the book as sooon as they had the time. He and Duncan were there too, somewhere on the other side of the building. But after Violet had almost fallen asleep against one of the bookshelves for the 3rd time, Isadora had decided she needed a break. So now, they were sitting on one of the many comfortable seats the prufrock prep library had to offer, and Violet seemed to be dozing off again.

"Really, I'm fine." She said unconvincingly. "I don't need to rest anymore Isa, we should get back to work."

"No, Violet, you're barely awake." Isadora told her. "It's fine if you need to stay here a little longer, you've barely slept all week."

Violet sighed. "That's not important right now. What's important is finding that book so we can figure out what Olaf's plan is." She said getting out of her seat. "If I don't, then we could all be in terrible danger."

"I know that's important Violet, but you're important too." Isadora said, taking the taller girl's hand in hers. "We can always keep looking later. Or you can rest and I can keep looking, you don't have to find it right now."

"Yes I do." Violet told her. "I promised I would."

Isadora pulled her and sat her back down on the couch. "What do you mean?" She asked. It was quiet for a moment.

"I promised my parents I'd protect them." She said quietly. "I promised them I'd always take care of Klaus and Sunny, and if whatever Olaf's planning works, I will've broken my promise."

She paused. "I know I should rest, but I can't let anything happen to them... I can't-"

"You're scared of failing them?" Asked Isadora. "Your parents, you're scared you're gonna let them down if you don't do it on your own. Right?"

Violet sighed. "Yeah...."

"Vi, you're not failing your parents or your siblings by taking care of yourself." She started.

"You've been taking care of them all by yourself ever since the fire. All this time, you've been protecting them from leaches, hypnotism, and Count Olaf, and they've stayed safe this entire time because of you." She told her. "You're an amazing older sister, and if your parents were anything like mine, they'd be really proud of you."

"You really think that?"

"Yes! Violet I know that. And besides, you and your sibling aren't alone anymore, you never should've been to begin with." She said, placing her hand over Violet's. "That's what friends are for."

Violet smiled, then leaned over to hug the smaller girl, who instinctively wrapped her arms around her. "Thank you Izzie" She whispered. Isadora smiled.

"Any time." She said.

They sat there like that for a few more minutes before Violet inevitably fell asleep on Isadora, who didn't mind a bit. They both forgot entirely about what they had originally came to the library to do, and eventually their brothers came to get them, but in that moment, for the first time in a long time, both girls felt peaceful. They felt safe. They felt happy.

-The End

#viodora #visadora #violet x isadora #isadora x violet #violet baudelaire #isadora quagmire #asoue fanfic #a series of unfortunate events #lemony snicket #snicketverse #asoue #asoue fanfiction #fanfic

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svttingz · 1 year

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forehead kisses and kisses kisses

request from @bubbly0bookworm !!

pairing: Klaus Baudelaire x F!reader

summary: after escaping count Olaf’s with the Baudelaire's, you guys find yourselves at the home of Dr. Montgomery, when a series of unfortunate events follow you.

warning: described nightmares ( not really described but yk) and just pure fluff !!

A/n : i imagine this to be like a prequel to ‘Thunderstorms and books” so i might write a prequel to this one too that way it makes more sense! and imma be honest this is my first request and when i tell you i am so excited its crazy, i was in the middle of school work and i was like AHHHHHHHH, im not really a romantic person but we will see how this goes ! im sorry if this is bad i had no ideas whatsoever lol

“its a brand new episode in your lives, children,” Mr. Poe says with a bright smile on his face, “in a few minutes you will be meeting your new guardian Dr. Montgomery. hes your closest living relative, and apparently should have been your guardian all along, according to your deceased parents’ will.” he says as he continues to drive

“Now Y/N, i have no clue where your parents wanted you but im just gonna send you with the Baudelaire children, if that’s what you want.” he says turning his head a bit to look at you.

“fine with me.” you say shrugging your shoulders. You were sitting in the middle of Violet, Klaus, and Sunny so your shoulders rubbed against them a little, it was a little crowded in the back seat so you wasn't sure if you felt anxious about being so close to Klaus or anxious about meeting Dr. Montgomery.

as Mr. Poe continued to talk, you turn to look at Klaus, “what if Dr. Montgomery don’t like me?” you ask fidgeting with your fingers a little, “i’m sure everything will be fine, Y/N.” he says while grabbing your hand. you two sit there and stare at each other with light smiles on your face’s, until that moment was ruined because a loud cough was heard from Mr. Poe

you and Klaus obviously had feelings for each other, the way he comforted you the whole time you were at count Olaf's, the way he hugged you, it was obvious more then friendship was there. one night you were asleep on the floor at count Olaf’s, and you had a terrible nightmare.

a scream escaped your lips as you sat up as quickly as possible. your heart was racing, and tears began to fall you had a nightmare. it was about your parents, they were burning in your house. “Y/N!” your mom screamed. when you woke up you expected your parents to be there. to hold you. but it was real. you were living a nightmare.

“Y/N! What happened?” a voice said as their arms wrapped around you. you couldn't make out who it was until you looked up. it was Klaus. you tried to speak but all you could get out was sobs. “shh its okay.” he said wrapping his arms around you tighter. as your sobs continued you felt a pair of soft lips on your forehead. after you kept your head buried in his chest till you calmed down a bit.

“my parents. it was about my parents” you say looking up at Klaus. “its like i was there, i watched.” you say as the tears just kept falling. you were a stuttering mess, and before you knew it you were staring into Klaus’ eyes and before you knew it he gave you another kiss on the forehead. “its gonna be OK” he says

- time skip to Dr. Montgomery’s house-

“so how exactly is Dr. Montgomery related to you guys?” you ask, “Dr. Montgomery is, let me see, their late father’s cousin’s wife’s brother” Mr. Poe responds

“oh” you say, “what do we call him i mean he’s not exactly our uncle” Violet says. “Well, you can call him Dr. Montgomery, unless of course he asks you to call him by his first name, in which case you'll call him Montgomery.” Mr. Poe says “his name is Montgomery, Montgomery?” you ask, you look down for a seconds as you walk up to the short staircase in front of the house and you see that you and Klaus are still holding hands.

you two turn to look at each other red in the face and immediately pull your hands away from each other. “Yes, yes. And I'm sure he's very sensitive about that, so please don't ridicule him. "Ridicule" means "tease." Mr. Poe says. “we know what ridicule means” Klaus says. a loud cough can be heard from Mr. Poe once again.

“what if Dr. Montgomery is just like count Olaf?” You ask Klaus. “he probably is nothing like count Olaf, i hope” Klaus says but mumbles the last part.

“Hello, Hello, hello, you must be the Violet, Klaus and sunny” Dr. Montgomery says bending down to our height holding 3 slices of cake. “Well, this is perfect timing because I have just finished frosting this delicious coconut cream cake. Take a fork, take a fork, take a fork.“ Dr. Montgomery says.

“Nice to meet you, Dr. Montgomery” Violet says. “Please, call me Monty. I don't like fancy titles unless they get me a discount at the movies. Ah, do you like going to the movies?“ Monty asks, “Very much. But our parents didn't take us very often.“ Violet says. that’s when Monty looks over to you, “and who might you be?” he says

“L/N, Y/N L/N” you say while holding out your hand out for him to shake, “hello Y/N, will you be staying with us as well?” he asks with a smile on his face. “yes.” you say with a smile. “Oh how wonderful!” he says excitedly.

- later that night -

you were just getting settled in your room when a knock was heard, “Y/N, its me” the voice said, you knew immediately it was Klaus, you open the door and say “hey, whats up?” Klaus looks up at you and says “U-um i just wanted to check and make sure everything was alright,” he says while fidgeting with his fingers. “and that you were settled in.” He says

“everything is fine, its very nice here” you say with a smile forming on your face. “good” Klaus says with a smile. the silence after that was very intense, you would almost say crazy intense. “listen, uh, if you have a nightmare again, wake me up OK? i don’t want you to go through that alone.” he says. “i will. thank you Klaus” you say, he walks out and closes the door.

you woke up in a cold sweat, screaming, and the visions from your “dream” kept replaying in your head. screams from your parents were heard, fire was everywhere, and it was like you were there. watching. just like last time. you were pulled from your thoughts when the door slammed open,

“Y/N!” Klaus yells as he ran toward you, his arms immediately wrapped around you, “shh its OK,” he says while rubbing your head with his hand, “Another nightmare?” he asks while looking down at you. all you could make out was sobs, you were having a major feeling of deja vu, it took you back to the night Klaus first did this.

“i-it happened again, Klaus, i seen them again.” you sobbed out, “Im so sorry, i wish i could stop it. take all your pain and suffering away” he says, you lean in closer to him and wrap your arms around him. “Im sorry, im bothering you. you should go back to bed” you say pulling away, wiping the rest of your tears away with the sleeve of your nightgown

“I dont want to leave you here alone.” Klaus says while looking into your eyes. you look back at him, and before you knew it you were leaning in, a quick peck was placed on your lips, “Crap, Y/N im so sorry, i didnt mean to-” Klaus started but was interrupted by you placing another peck to his lips, “dont be sorry, its fine. i enjoyed it.” You say with a smile, Klaus gives you a sweet smile back, “i did too.” He says.

“so what does this mean?” you ask. “what do you mean?” Klaus asks, you both look at each other then the realization hits Klaus with a small ‘oh’ , “Well considering the circumstances i would love it if you would be my girlfriend.” Klaus says with a soft smile. “i would love that as well” you say.

- the next day -

“woe is me” the broken hearted crocodile says, “Woe is you? We're the ones whose parents perished in a fire and now we're being passed around like hot potatoes.” Klaus says “Look, Klaus. It can't understand you.” Violet says. you look at the Baudelaire siblings with a look of confusion. “I know that!” Klaus says rolling the mad out in front of him.

then suddenly the doorbell rang.

Monty had just left to take the iguana on a walk and you, Violet, Klaus and Sunny, were alone. and then you guys make your way to the door. you open the door to see

“Hello, I am Stephano Dr. Montgomery Montgomery’s new assistant” count Olaf says.

im sorry this is so short, and i didnt include alot of parts cause well copyright, i hope you enjoyed this lmk what you think, and requests are open !!

#klaus baudelaire #klaus baudelaire x reader #fanfiction #slayyyyy #asoue

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lionmythflower · 29 days

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me as I click next chapter on a 50 chapter fic that I'm not even halfway through at 3am: *mutters* this is no good for my mental health, this is not good for my mental health-

#ao3 #random #marauders #Each #Asoue-#Pjo #rrverse #fanfiction #rayn rants #Rayn rambles #mental health #leave me and mental unstability alone ok 😭#Anyways #Back to surfing through the eah tag :D

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hayleythesugarbowl · 11 months

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jacques snicket x reader headcanons

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a/n: jacques headcanons let’s goo!! I’m a little obsessed with this man. hope this reaches someone who enjoys it <3 🍒🎀

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dating jacques snicket would include…

ok so he met you at a vfd party

we’re all picturing that netflix one, it’s ok

(the vibes where there what can I say)

and anyway couldn’t take his eyes off you

so of course he had kit introduce you guys

he bought you a drink and you two hit it off

he loves complimenting you vía lines from famous poems

you absolutely listen to frank sinatra together

when you guys go to vfd functions he never leaves your side

and always has a hand on your back or waist

he makes you tea

always insists on driving

he loves it when you run your fingers through his hair

also you just sit up for hours talking

or reading

he gives great massages

kit becomes like your sister

and lemony loves you too in his own way

the entire organization teases you two

which jacques pretends to hate

he’s definitely a gentleman like he insists on giving you his jacket and opening doors for you

he’s the most protective man like—🤚

his hugs are the best

he definitely calls you love and sweetheart

just imaging falling asleep with you’re head on his chest as he strokes your hair

he writes the sweetest coded-letters to you when one of you is away doing vfd stuff

“jacques, you know we’re not supposed to be communicating with each other. it could jeopardize the mission!”

“i’m sorry, love, but I couldn’t bear not to hear from you. don’t worry, I made sure to cover my tracks. nothing’s going to happen, i’ll always protect you.”

he would actually do anything for you and it’s so cute

this man is just in love with you and you’re so happy together <3

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope you enjoyed this!! love jacques and this fandom sm ☕️🩰💌

#jacques snicket #jacques snicket headcanons #jacques snicket x reader #jacques snicket x reader headcanons #asoue books #asoue fandom #asoue x reader #asoue #a series of unfortunate events #lemony snicket #kit snicket #daniel handler #fanfic #headcanon #reader insert #fanfiction

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hannaswritingblog · 1 year

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Headcanon: being Jacques Snicket’s daughter raised by VFD

Fandom: A Series of Unfortunate Events

Requested by anon [x]

A/N: I'm sorry that I kept you waiting for so long and the headcanon still turned out a bit short after all this time. I hope you like it anyway!

Even with all the volunteers still keeping together, it's a tough business to be in the organisation

But it's always been important to your father that the cause they fight for is great and noble

That's why he never kept it a secret from you, even when you were quite young

Moreover, he might believe it's better this way, to expose you to the VFD early so you can learn what to expect when you're older

Often it's easier for him too, to have a group of people supporting him in raising you, helping you learn and gain experience

Starting with his siblings, your uncle Lemony and aunt Kit

They're always there to support their brother in raising his daughter

You form a close bond with Kit who becomes your role model

She helps you navigate the world as a girl who still has a lot of growing up to do

And also shows you how to be a strong woman who can defend her friends and herself when necessary

That doesn't mean you don't spend time with Lemony and Jacques

Especially your dad always makes sure you have enough of his attention

Despite making the final decision to never shelter you from VFD, he's very protective of you

He's doing his best to make sure that the evil you might come across doesn't get to you

To balance out the fact you're learning all the time and preparing to help VFD in extinguishing fires, he allows you to attend the parties organised by the group

So you can see there's time for hard work, but also for some fun

Both Jacques and Lemony always have at least one dance with you at each party, so that you feel included

And to show everybody that you're primarily one of the family, a true Snicket

#hanna's writing #hannaswritingblog #fanfiction #headcanon #a series of unfortunate events #asoue #asoue netflix #a series of unfortunate events fanfiction #a series of unfortunate events headcanon #jacques snicket #jacques snicket fanfiction #jacques snicket headcanon #jacques snicket x reader #reader insert #female reader #daughter reader #requested #anon request

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Hi Gabriella! I am mostly new here, but I have read your fics and they really stole my heart 😊. Could I request a 🎉 for Klaus Baudelaire with the song Can't help falling in love by Elvis Presley?

Nela 💜

Thank you so much Nela! This means so much to me! 💖 Thank you so much for requesting this and I had fun writing it.

A/N: This is my first Klaus fic, so I hope you like it!

Can't Help Falling in Love | K.B.

It’s been a while since Klaus has been in the city, considering the fact that he had been staying at an isolated island for the past few years.

They had decided to wait until Violet had come of age before returning back to the rest of the world, considering their history would give them a hard time in finding a job and the fact that they had a toddler to sustain.

After a long journey, the four of them finally reached the dock - they had yet to find out what city they’re in but at least they were on land.

Violet picked Beatrice up, not bothering to anchor the boat to the dock as they won’t be needing it anymore.

“I guess we have to stop by the bank first.” Violet mused.

“Yeah,” Klaus agreed, holding on to Sunny’s hand, “Then we can try to look for a place to stay.”

“Or something to eat.” Sunny added.

The Snicket and three Baudelaires waved their way through the traffic, stopping once they had found themselves in front of the building that had the name Sunside Banking glittering under the sunlight.

“I guess this is it.” Violet said, exchanging a look with her brother.

Pushing the glass door, they were hit with the cold air coming from the air conditioner. A nice lady immediately assisted them without question.

Maybe things wouldn’t be so bad after all.

–

The bell gave a small ding as Klaus pushed open the door, he saw an ad saying that the store needed an extra helper so he decided to take a chance.

Breathing in the familiar scent of books and looking around at the tall shelves, Klaus felt like it was his lucky day - something he hasn’t felt in a long time.

“How can I help you?” A voice suddenly said, pulling his attention towards the counter.

Now he knew what the poets were talking about: how he would feel that the breath had just been knocked out of his lungs, how everything else would fade away and you were the only one his brain could focus on, how he would feel his heart racing faster than the speed of light.

To put it short, it was wonderful. He never felt this way with Isadora Quagmire, his first love, or with Fiona, his first heartbreak. It was like having a crush but make it ten times better.

“Hello?” Your voice brought him out of his trance. “Are you okay?”

He chuckled, running a hand through his hair, “Yeah, I was actually planning on applying for the job opening?”

–

“What’s got you smiling like that?” Violet asked her brother with an amused smile.

Klaus shrugged, mind still occupied with the thought of you, “Nothing. I already told you - I got the job.”

Violet nodded, putting a blanket over a napping Beatrice, “Yeah, but your smile is telling a different story.”

“He’s in love.” Sunny walks into the room, carrying a tray of freshly baked cookies.

“Aha!” Violet exclaimed as Klaus gave no protest to Sunny’s claim, “Who is she?”

Klaus sighed in defeat, taking a cookie from the tray, “Her name is Y/N and she works at the bookstore I just got a job in.”

“That is literally your dream meet-cute.” Violet teased.

“You didn’t ask her out, didn’t you?” Sunny said.

“Of course I didn’t.” Klaus defended, “I just met her - why would I? She might think that I’m some sort of creep.

–

It’s been three weeks since Klaus had first met you and things have been going smoothly so far.

Violet had been egging him to tell you how he feels and he already did his research to try and ease his mind. But it’s like no one can agree on the perfect way to ask a girl out.

The two of you were busy shelving the new books that had just arrived that morning.

Truth be told, he didn’t have a hard time making conversation with you, frankly it was the opposite. He loved talking to you, he loved picking your brain at topics that he couldn’t discuss with Violet or Sunny due to their different interests.

“I just thought of a quote.” Klaus suddenly said out of the blue, picking up another stack of books from the box, “I can’t really remember where I read it but it goes ‘Wise men say only fools rush in’-”.

“‘But I can’t help falling in love with you.” You finished, looking over at him with a smile.

“Yeah.” Klaus cleared his throat, ignoring the heat rising up to his cheeks as he returned to the task at hand.

A moment of silence passed between the two of you before you spoke up.

“Was that your way of asking me out?”

“I-I. It was. Probably?” Klaus always seemed so composed, this was the first time you saw him trip over his words.

“It’s okay if you just want to stay friends, I just really wanted to-” He was once again interrupted but this time, by your lips on his.

“Wow.” Klaus breathed out afterwards, making you giggle, “Please tell me I’m not dreaming.”

“Nope. Nope at all.” You answered, fixing his glasses that had been knocked askew.

#gabriella's 1.3k rom com night #klaus baudelaire fanfiction #klaus baudelaire imagine #klaus baudelaire x y/n #klaus baudelaire x reader #klaus baudelaire #a series of unfortunate events #a series of unfortunate quotes #asoue fanfic #baudelaire fanfic #louis hynes fanfic #louis hynes

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To See The Invisible [ASOUE Dewey x Kit Meet-Cute Fic]

Description: Dewey Denouement has resigned himself to living the life of an invisible man, until one day he meets someone who actually sees him...

Relationships: Dewey Denouement and Kit Snicket

Characters: Dewey Denouement (POV Character) and Kit Snicket. (Frank & Ernest are mentioned)

Genre: Meet-Cute, Slice of Life, Developing Relationships, Tea, Pre-Series.

Word Count: 3075

Rating: G. No Content Warnings.

Link to original post on AO3. Thank you for reading!

A/N: I wrote this literal years ago and completely forgot about it until I found the file on my computer recently. I cleaned it up a little bit and decided to post it since I love this pairing. Cheers!!💕

"Excuse me? Excuse me?" called a crisp clear voice. Dewey stopped winding the clock abruptly and tried to hang from his rope without making any sudden movements as not to be noticed. He sighed almost laughing at himself for his foolishness. He was not being spoken to—no one ever spoke to him. He was invisible.

"Excuse me," called the voice again, a woman's voice reverberating off the walls in the dome of the Hotel Denouement’s lobby. Dewey sighed. She must be calling to him mistaking him for one of his brothers.

"Yes, ma’am?" he called down to her—his quiet voice echoing through the dome so he sounded much louder than he actually was. He supposed that was for the best seeing as he was more soft-spoken than Frank and Ernest.

"I don't mean to bother you, but I was wondering if you could help me...?"

"Certainly,” answered Dewey with a slight smile. As he began his climb down the rope which he unraveled as he went, he thought long and hard about which brother she probably thought he was. He hoped it was Frank. He was much easier for Dewey to imitate.

"What were you doing up there?" she asked as Dewey reached the bottom of the rope, and he finally caught a glance of the woman whom had spoken to him. It was merely long enough to see that she was very beautiful, enough to make him blush and stare at her feet, her little black shoes that probably made clip-clopping sounds as she walked shrouded by a long black coat which billowed to the floor.

"Tending the clocks," he answered honestly though he stared very intently at the rope he was tying up as he spoke, both out of shyness and worry that were she to look squarely into his face she would see he was neither Frank nor Ernest as she had thought. This was an irrational fear of course as he and his brothers were absolutely identical. So much so that even their own parents as much as he could remember them had had difficulty telling the triplets apart.

"You do that?" she asked, and Dewey’s brow furrowed. Was she surprised because Frank seemed too busy tending to guests to tend to a clock or because Ernest seemed too pretentious to care about something as mundane as one? Or was it simply because she didn't know if Hotel Managers in general tended to the clocks in their hotels themselves?

Not entirely sure which question she was really asking Dewey simply answered, "Yes" still rolling his rope.

"Is it difficult?"

Dewey shrugged his shoulders. "Not really. I’m used to it." And he certainly was. He had been caring for the clock at Hotel Denouement since it had been built.

There was a slight pause, and Dewey wondered what the woman must be thinking though he did not turn to look her. It was almost as if he couldn’t. Then he remembered that she had requested assistance and was probably wondering why he wasn't offering her any.

"What can I do for you?" he asked at last with kind concern in Frank's cadence as he put his rope into his suit pocket. He decided to be Frank until she explicitly implied she thought he was Ernest.

"Oh... well I was wondering if you could tell me where in this hotel would one find a cup of tea at this hour?"

"Well…” Dewey hummed thoughtfully. “The tea room in room 395 is closed, but there is a big supply closet full of tea in room 959. You're welcome to use it and the kitchen in room 641 which is always open to guests."

"I'll never learn all those numbers, no matter how many times I stay here..." she replied with a rather disgruntled sigh. "And I consider myself very well read and comfortable finding my way around libraries."

A smile tugged at Dewey’s mouth. It was rare he had met a guest who fully understood the hotel was organized like a giant library.

"Don't worry," he reassured kindly staring at the front desk over the woman's shoulder still much too shy to look at her. He wanted to ask her if she came to the Hotel Denouement often, but he simply said, "That is what we are here for."

The woman chuckled. "Surely you have to rest sometime...do you ever sleep?" Dewey nodded blushing slightly, and his companion let out a brief, breathy chortle. "I suppose most guests don't need help at 2 in the morning."

Now Dewey chuckled himself, neglecting to mention that he was usually always up at that hour to tend the clock when it was the least likely he would be seen.

"It's alright. I like being helpful..." Dewey mentally kicked himself. Not only was that an incredibly pathetic thing to say, but it didn't sound like either of his brothers. Maybe it could pass as Frank, Dewey thought, if you squinted and stood on your head... He let out a long heavy sigh. Hopefully, she wasn't paying too much attention.

After a long, heavy pause, Dewey's hands began to tremble nervously. Maybe she was onto him…

Dewey twisted his long spindly fingers together as he tried to fill the silence and defer attention away from himself the only way he knew how. "I can tell you how all those things are categorized though if you'd like...in case you ever need tea in the middle of the night again and can't find someone to direct you...um..." he stammered in a quiet voice shuffling his feet. "As I'm sure you know, the tea room is in 395 for Etiquette..."

Dewey felt a lump in his throat as began to sweat. He could feel the young lady move closer towards him. "And um..." he murmured nervously pulling on his collar still trying not to look at her for fear the sight would render him catatonic. "959 is Southeast Asia... and um..." His voice cracked, and his cheeks burned—far too aware of how incredibly close she was to him now. He swallowed hard. "And 641 is for...for... food and drink." He finished as quickly as he could—praying that his face was not nearly as red as he feared.

The silence which followed was so long that if he could not still see the shiny tips of her shoes he would have sworn the woman had left. He could not help his curiosity any longer and at last he looked up into the woman's face. She really was beautiful, with soft, gentle features and long blonde hair pulled up with what appeared to be two pencils. He evaded her warm eyes though he could see the metal rims of her glasses.

Her brow furrowed, and the expression on her face looked troubled and confused as she asked, "Who are you?"

Dewey inhaled sharply—unprepared for such a question. He had never been asked it before. Most guests just assumed he was either Frank or Ernest, and if they weren’t sure, they would ask which of the two he was—his answer to which was more often than not Frank. However, somehow he knew that this was not what she was asking.

"I am a manager of this hotel," he answered carefully, thoughtfully. It was the safest response that came to mind at the moment, and he could only hope it would be adequate enough. He paused—listening to the clip clop of her shoes as she came even closer towards him and stared questioningly at the letters printed above the pocket on his uniform that read "Manager." Despite his best attempts to evade her gaze, he met her eyes on accident. They were warm, inquisitive, and seemed to see right through him in a way that made Dewey shiver. He turned away abruptly with flaming cheeks.

"I didn't know Hotel Denouement had three managers," she said dryly. Dewey inhaled sharply trying not to gasp, but he cleared his throat—tried his best to calm himself.

"I'm not sure I know what you mean..."

She tilted her head at him. "Well you're not Frank or Ernest..."

"What? What makes you say that?" He mentally kicked himself for the hitch in his voice as he tried his best to remain aloof and nonchalant , but the woman merely laughed. "I'll have you know that I'm..."

"You're what?" she asked, the slightest smile twitching in the corners of her mouth. "Do you want me to pretend you're Frank or Ernest?"

"But I am..." he faltered far more helplessly than he cared to admit.

The woman’s brow furrowed, and she was about to say something more. Dewey inhaled sharply, steeled himself for further questioning when her expression softened. "I'm sorry. I must have been mistaken," she said though the look in her eyes was pointed, knowing. "I apologize. I have enjoyed my stay at your hotel. It is a very nice and safe place if I do say so myself, and it's so peaceful as if..."—she paused—"the world is quiet here."

Dewey could almost feel the intensity of her gaze on him as if trying to decipher his response as she added, "But I didn't realize this was a sad occasion..."

"The world is quiet here," Dewey answered meeting the young woman's eyes as she shifted a bit on her feet—the bottom of her coat twirling until Dewey caught sight of an eye tattoo on her left ankle identical to the one on his own. A smile twitched in the corners of his mouth, and he offered her an understanding nod.

"So Frank or Ernest," she asked, with a somewhat wry smile. "If you weren't Ernest or Frank who would you be?"

Dewey pursed his lips together, thoughtfully considering her question before he whispered, "Their brother.”

The woman seemed to let out an almost inaudible gasp, but she covered it up well with a light chuckle. "That would really be something—having three identical brothers in one family. How would anyone ever tell you apart?"

"No one could. Well...until..." Dewey paused and blushed, but she seemed to gather his meaning as a smile twitched in the corners of her mouth.

"Some people just have a sense for those kind of things,” she said with a shrug of her shoulders. “And if I did, my name would be Kit. Kit Snicket." Dewey smiled. Kit Snicket. What a lovely name he thought to himself, blushing as he did. "And what would your name be, if it wasn't Frank or Ernest?"

"Dewey," he almost whispered—his pale face the lightest shade of rose.

"Like the Dewey Decimal System? How appropriate..." she bantered dryly, but her face softened. "I like it..." As she met his eyes, Dewey blushed, but Kit just smiled. "I imagine you'd have to be pretty fond of libraries with a name like that."

"There'd be nothing better in the entire world," he sighed wistfully.

"I did part of my apprenticeship in a library. It was very nice while it lasted.” She sighed. “Sadly, as you can see I was not there nearly long enough to memorize the entire Dewey Decimal System."

"That's alright.”

"Easy for you to say,” she teased. “You're practically a librarian."

As a blush filled his cheeks, Dewey chuckled sheepishly. "Thank you. I always wanted to be a librarian."

Kit quirked an eyebrow at him questioningly. "So is that your job then? Cataloging the hotel and working behind the scenes?"

Dewey shrugged. "I don't mind working behind the scenes. There are others..."—Dewey paused, thinking of his brothers' in whose shadows he had lived his who life. "who are much better at helping than I am." His gaze fluttered to the ground, and he swallowed hard—fidgeting under her gaze, hoping he wasn’t so transparent.

"I do like to help people too...," he hurriedly added. "just in different ways..." He didn't add ‘because I’m painfully shy and people have always made me nervous,’ even if that was the truth. He sighed. He knew his work was important too, even if it was a secret, but he could only imagine how foolish he must sound. After all, helping guests was his brothers' job. How could he help anyone if no one even knew him?

"Well, the world needs all kinds of people to volunteer to help," Kit reassured him. "And I think you're the perfect person to help me find a nice cup of tea..."

"You...you want me to come with you?" he stammered incredulously.

"Only if you wouldn't mind—since you know where it is," chuckled Kit, and Dewey flushed—mentally kicking himself. Why had he taken it so personally? Of course she wanted him to come with her. She had asked for directions and needed a hotel manager to show her the way to go. "I'm sorry," she said. "I suppose you don't have many guests asking for tea at 2 in the morning."

"That's alright," reassured Dewey. “I…We’re always happy to help.”

Kit smiled. "Do you like tea?"

"Yes. Do you?" He shut his eyes tightly—resisting the urge to smack his palm to his forehead at the ridiculousness of that question. Why was this so difficult?

Kit, however, just laughed. “Yes, I like tea." Her face lit up with a bright smile when she siad it, and Dewey’s eyes widened—his face feeling suddenly warm at the thought: she was so beautiful when she smiled. "But I only like it as long as there isn’t anything in it,” Kit continued. “Tea should be as bitter as wormwood and as sharp as a two-edged sword."

Dewey’s brow furrowed. He, unfortunately, didn’t know much about tea, and often took honey in his, still he replied, "I'm not sure what kind of tea we have in room 959, but I will try my best."

He paused—reaching to press the button on wall by the elevator under the number 118. "Room 959 is directly across from the elevator on the 9th floor. I can stop at the 6th floor on the way up to show you where room 641 is. If that's alright?"

Kit tilted her head. "Or you could just join me for tea, if you wanted…?”

Dewey could have choked. He tried to answer her, but his mouth was painfully dry—any words he could have said getting caught and garbled in the back of his throat.

"Since you're walking all the way there anyway," Kit added with a shrug. “I know you are busy, but it would be nice to have your company for tea."

"My…my company?" he stumbled as his cheeks burned.

"Yes. Maybe you could teach me the Dewey Decimal System."

Dewey stared at the ground and bit down hard on his lip. Was she making fun of him?

"Uh…Um..." he choked not quite knowing what to say. He had never had tea with anybody before. In fact, he rarely talked to anybody. Most people did not even know he existed, after all. He was always just “Frank” or “Ernest.” At this thought his face fell, and he swallowed hard. "I don't think I can...er...should..." he sighed. "I think you have me confused with someone else."

Kit's brow furrowed. "Oh? And who are you then?"

The word escaped before he could even think to stop it. "Invisible."

A thick silence quickly enveloped the room. Dewey stared at the intently ground, listening to Kit shuffling; however, he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder.

When he finally looked up at her, he met her warm eyes, and she recited very seriously, "I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me." Dewey knew she was quoting the words of their associate, but they seemed to cut right through him. Time seemed to stop as she stared at him, and his breath got caught in his throat as she leaned forward and whispered almost directly into his ear—her warm breath brushing up against his neck, "I see you..."

Ding! The sound of the arriving elevator rang through the lobby. Dewey blushed furiously as Kit pulled away from him stepping through the open doors—her shoes clip-clopping and her long coat swaying revealing the tattoo on her ankle as she walked.

"I suppose I can find my own way if you need to get back to work," she said as she pressed the button for the 9th floor.

Dewey was too stunned to say or do anything. His mind swirled with thoughts and questions. The only thing he knew for sure was for the first time in his life he was not invisible to someone, and he knew then that no matter what happened next, he couldn’t just stand there and watch her walk away. His feet seemed to move on his own as he practically dove towards the closing elevator. Strangely enough, a hand reached out just at that moment to stop the closing door. Kit nearly ran directly into him as she began to step back into the lobby. Dewey swallowed hard—his heart pounding from how close she was to him, and even Kit flushed—glancing at the ground and sheepishly pushing a strand of her hair out of her face.

"Oh...um...sorry..." she tripped over an apology, but Dewey could only nod—too far too mortified to form any words. "What does 118 stand for? Elevators?" She paused, fidgeting with a slight chuckle. "It was going to bother me. I had to know."

A smile tugged at Dewey’s mouth as he chuckled lightly, holding the elevator door for her and following her inside. "Force and Motion,” he explained as he took a place by her side.

The elevator doors finally slid closed, and a wide, bright smile spread across Dewey’s face as he turned to face his companion, practically beaming at her. Kit stared up at him with warm, inquisitive eyes, but she tilted her head at him curiously. Dewey fidgeted. “What? Does that…not make sense?”

“No, uh…” Kit began to reply. “It’s just...I was thinking…” She paused—biting her bottom lip as if thoughtfully considering what to say, but a smile seemed to tug at her mouth in spite of herself. Something gentle, kind and—dare he even hope—somewhat affectionate passed over her face as she said, "You don't smile like your brothers, Dewey."

#dewey denouement #kit snicket #kit snicket x dewey denouement #dewey denouement x kit snicket #do they have a ship name?#dewey x kit #kit x dewey #i love them your honor #asoue fanfiction #my writing

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

@snarky-wallflower Thanks for the tag! This was a lot of fun :)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

67 currently, but I have deleted a few old ones lol

2. What’s your total word count?

Now, when I tell you I went overboard on this question, I went overboard. My private, unposted, solely-written-by-me fics' total word count is 227,868. My total word count for fics I've collaborated with @charismabee on is 477,549, and my total word count on AO3 is 389,530. However, quite a few of my AO3 fics are collabs with Red, so if you take away everything like Wilting Flowers and Owl House but Kindergarten, you're left with 225,235 words written solely by me. So, if you total up 225,235 + 227,868 + 477,549, then you get a grand total of 930,652 words! Then, of course, there's the whole matter of my old fics on regular Word and not Docs, which would probably add up to at least another 50,000 total considering we're talking about my ASOUE and DT17 phases, as well as all of the private Viva Pinata and miscellaneous musical stuff lurking in there, and we've got that weird writing app on my tablet that I used a lot a couple of years ago whenever my phone got confiscated, but I cannot be bothered to search through all of that right now. So, it mostly rounds up to around 1,000,000 words. Fanfiction may or may not be taking over my life. (Gosh I love maths <3)

3. What fandoms?

I've written mostly for the Kindergarten 1 and 2 fandom, my total fics on AO3 for it totaling 38. However, I have written a heck of a lot of OMORI as well, and dabble in the Owl House, DHMIS, a few webseries on YT as well as the Hatchetverse sometimes, too!

4. Top 5 fics by kudos

1. World's Okayest Uncle at 799. My latest WIP, written for the Hatchetfield Universe and based around the concept of Paul Matthews becoming the accidental uncle of every kid in town. Each chapter focuses on a different child (the three so far about Alice, Richie and Pete respectively), and once all of them have been sufficiently adopted, I've been considering adding some slice-of-life stuff, exploring the changed character dynamics, and looking into parts of canon that would change in the AU as well. 2. Hollow at 455, a Hunter-centric one-shot for the Owl House set immediately after season 2 finished. It was written in the post King's Tide craze of awesome Human Realm content, so it got quite a lot of hits at the time. It focuses on Hunter dealing with the aftermath of Belos seemingly having died, and himself having being thrown into a completely new, unfamiliar world as an unfamiliar God took over his own :) 3. Flapjacks at 279, another Hunter-centric piece because TOH fans can't get enough of him lol (I am very much one of those fans). I began writing it back when Thanks to Them was first released, then got the motivation to finish it after I saw Watching and Dreaming. It focuses on Hunter returning to the Human Realm after the Collector's defeat, as well as Camila's thoughts on being a parent of who knows' how many kids at this point. Hunter finally gets the chance to mourn, and finds out what a flapjack actually is. 4. Gravesfield Historical Society, at 275. In which it's only natural that the Boiling Isles' leading Human Expert decides to do some research, and Gus does his very best to ignore the images plaguing him from looking into Belos' mind. Vee looks for some closure, Hunter is very protective over his little siblings, and Gus just wants to have a fun day at the museum. Things... Don't go to plan. 5. Fading, at 215. Yet another TOH work (I was around when the fandom was active as heck), one of the shortest pieces I've ever written at only 722 words. It's from Flapjack's POV during that scene in Thanks for Them. You know the one. I made lots of people cry, and sacrificed the birb.

5. Do you respond to comments?

Of course!! I thoroughly appreciate every comment I receive; they really make my day. Being part of an active fandom with the Uncle Paul AU has sort of taken me by storm so my inbox is pretty clogged at the moment, but I promise that I have read and smiled over and will reply to the comments all of my lovely readers have left behind! It means so much that someone's not only taken the time to read what I've written, but that they liked it enough to leave a comment behind. Even just keysmashes or "<33"s are really lovely to see, so thank you to the wonderful commentors out there! You guys are awesome :D

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Ooh, now this is a tough one! Pretty much 95% of what I write is angst, with a good 70% being Hurt No Comfort. Still, I think the angstiest ending I've ever written would have to be that of either "Enough", in which 13 y/o me decided it was a good idea to follow the perspective of kindergartener Theodore Huxley as his brother pushed him to his death, or "Wilted", in which 13 y/o me decided it was a good idea to follow the perspective of suicidal kindergartener Lily as she gave up on finding the one person who cared about her and committed suicide as a result of being bullied. Wilted should probably win out considering the implications of what would happen to Billy as a result, and bc the ending subsequently led to Nugget's death too, but Ted's train of thought in Enough is so gosh darn sad.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Definitely "McDonald's". That's the fluffiest thing I've ever written, no doubt about it. Not a smidgen of angst, just a bunch of kids with colourful eyes and pointy ears walking into a fast food restaurant and discovering what chicken nuggets are. It literally ends with the promise of more cute adventures to come, so I'd say this one's a no-brainer loll

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I've only ever received hate once, on a little Gravity Falls AU I made entitled "Puppet Strings and Stage Curtains". I got some pretty nasty criticism on it and, as a kid who was still very anxious about posting stuff online, it really impacted me at the time. I'm still a little nervous even now to open up my inbox because I think I might have gotten another comment like that shfjdhhgkjh. I wound up abandoning the fic because my motivation was completely destroyed, and I couldn't even look at the thing without feeling ashamed. However, I haven't received any hate since, which is great! There's just no reason for it, really; if you like something, leaving a comment is wonderful, and it makes the author happy! If you don't, just don't read the fic. Leaving a hurtful comment isn't going to make anyone happy, and can be really damaging to writers. Shoutout to @weedkillercentral, who, without fail, leaves the bizzarest comments known to man on almost every work I post.

9. Do you write smut?

Nope! I am a ✨minor✨ (@snarky-wallflower dw I too am a nerdy prude, sex jokes are Ew). Still, I do enjoy writing romance from time to time! Some ships are straight-up hard not to enjoy reading/writing for :))

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Funny story, actually. I used to have Wattpad and, as much as I hated using it, a friend of mine liked the site so I used it to support her. I wound up posting some of my own stuff on there at one point. I will never be able to get over the fact that when you searched up my username online, the images used to show a picture of Sharkbomb Glomgold. How do I know this? Because small me got bored and looked up my username, and accidentally found a mirror site to Wattpad with some of my stuff on. It credited my username and everything, but I panicked about it because as far as I was aware, I had no control over whether I could take it down or what else could be put on it. So, I deleted everything on my account, and just like that, the fics on the mirror site vanished. So no, I've never had anything outright stolen-- at least, I hope I haven't-- but that was a Not Fun experience for little me a few years ago

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, I'm not famous enough for that lol. I did have an offer for someone to make a podfic of smth I wrote a few years ago, but they never got around to it. Still, if anyone ever wants to translate one of my fics, I'd love it if you did! Please just let me know and acknowledge me as the OG author; having a work translated sounds awesome.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! Many thanks yet again to the amazing @charismabee, my dear co-author and the Kel shirt to my Maverick cosplay wig. The amount of hours I've spent writing with her is actually insane, as well as the times we've just messaged brainstorming AUs or having far too strong feelings about the show Elena of Avalor. We've done joint Whumptobers and Febuwhumps, fics that are combinations of the nichest stories and characters, a lot of redemption arcs for 5-year-olds... If you like my stuff, I thoroughly encourage you to go give her work a read at TheFearIsRed on AO3! :D

If anyone else ever wants to try collaborating on something, I think I'd be willing to give it a try! There are loads of talented authors on here, and co-writing is a lot of fun <3

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Hmm... Well, Paulkins is an obvious one (remember that one post about "hatchetfield fans when normal man and his barista crush show up for 5 seconds"? yeah that's me). They have a level of mutual trust and understanding that's just really nice to explore, they both have issues galore but will support each other no matter what, half infected Paul content is golden and as an avid Uncle Paul truther, Emma finding out about his many children is just too funny a concept to me. They act like teenagers when they see each other, they're both down bad, she knows he doesn't like the Christmas advert jingles, he thinks she's funny,,, they're so <3

Another strong contender is Pearla (Penny x Carla), from the K2 fandom. @goldmoth82 was the one who got me into writing about them with their absolutely incredible stuff (art, fics, you name it!). They're just a traumatised android and a thieving arsonist, what more could you want?

Gold rush (Kel x Mikhael) is another of my favourites though, mostly because it's so funny. Mikhael has declared them rivals, and Kel could not care less. Mikhael challenges him to races, and Kel beats him easily. Mikhael insults him often, but Kel doesn't retaliate. Mikhael wants to be independent and special, to stand out from everyone else. Kel wants to be appreciated as more than just Hero's brother, to be liked and acknowledged as himself. Mikhael would vehemently deny his feelings until Daphne and Bowen tied them up together and forced him to confess. Rivals are just lovers in disguise, everyone. One-sided gold rush is even funnier, because they're technically one-sided rivals. Kel was Mikhael's homosexual awakening. Mikhael looks so dumb and flamboyant because he's trying to impress him. Mikhael claims he hates him and that his bright red face is from anger after Kel effortlessly beats him time and time again. I love them.

But I think out of everything, Wrightworth would have to take my top pic for favourite ship. Gay lawyers who would die for each other for the win.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

Ohh gosh. There are quite a few, but I'd probably say this year's Whumptober. My mental health went schwoop this October and I only got up to day 11 despite my plans. I still intend to finish the collab one with Red when I have time again (exams suck), and I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to get around to completing it. At least there's always next year! :"]

16. What are your writing strengths?

Definitely characterisation. I have a lot of fun getting into characters' heads and making studies on them in different scenes or just overall, and have a lot of fun bouncing different personalities off of each other. Once I know a character, I know the character, and writing their POV is as simple as breathing lol. I'd also say that I'm pretty good at tension building and breaking, as well as Hurt No Comfort (you need some good old angst, I'm your gal).

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Action scenes, for one, though I've been improving on them since I started the TOH Kindergarten AU! I'd also say that I struggle with slower-paced, filler sort of stuff. I might like to build up to an event, but chapters that don't have plot relevance just sort of stump me lol, even when they're necessary :)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

I enjoy learning languages, and have been teaching myself Spanish for the past couple of years or so. However, writing them is a whole separate thing entirely. If I had a translator, I'd be all good! I just get a little worried when I write any language that isn't Spanish because google translate is unreliable as heck, so I typically tend to avoid it. Luckily, none of my fandoms really require it- but if that Franziska & Miles brainrot doesn't go away soon, I might be in a bit of a pickle trying to write German dialogue hshjhgfk

19. First fandom you wrote for?

A Series of Unfortunate Events (the Netflix show). It was the first fandom I got really, properly into, diving in headfirst at the age of about 12 and finding a lot of awesome content. The obsession I had with VFDBaudelaireFile13's Violet Snicket AU "Misery Loves Company" a few years ago was wild. My writing back then was very jolty, and I wrote in chapters that only lasted a few paragraphs with big, bold titles that often had at least two exclamation marks at the end. Still, ASOUE is one of my favourite shows to this day, and I don't regret a thing from my time binge-reading everything I could find for it (except that one lemons fic I accidentally came across when starved for content), nor any of the silly little unposted AUs I wrote on Word.

20. Top 3 fics I've ever written:

I puzzled over this question for ages, but found it impossible to choose just one! Ignore that I'm cheating a little here, and take three instead <3

1. An unposted collaborative work with @charismabee/TheFearIsRed that we called MPT. It was the first big fic I ever wrote, and it was probably what really got me into writing as a hobby. I got to spend time at random intervals writing about and whumping my favourite characters with someone I'm very close with, making up the plot as we went along. I remember coming up with the initial idea on a swingset, and spending hours colour-coding every segment of those 50,000 words based on each mention of a character as well as who wrote what. MPT is messy, and a tad repetitive in places, and while finished, I don't believe it's something I'll ever post. But it holds a special place in my heart, and it's a lot of fun looking back on my writing from a couple years ago compared to now 2. Not sure if this fully counts, but an untitled Omori WIP I've got going atm is definitely up there. It's Hero-centric with huge emphasis on his trauma, following the course of the year the events of the game occur in. I've had a blast writing his thoughts and time at college, and I'm geberally just really proud of it thus far. Hopefully, it'll be done by January in time for his birthday! :) 3. Now this one is a posted work– Magical Girls: Omori!, another collab with Red. We came up with the idea, binge-watched season one of Glitter Force on Netflix, and ran with the plot. We've planned out all of season 1 with ideas for season 2, incorporated a plethora of great characters, and been able to mess around with a fun fantasy high school full of our favourites. It's always wonderful to write, and I really like how it's been going!

Thank you again to @snarky-wallflower for the tag! You're amazing <3

As for people I know, I've tagged the vast majority of you already sjhkffg oops.

@charismabee @goldmoth82 @weltato @inprisonforsparkling hey there jpr the au mastermind, fanartist of the century, paul whump bestie and king of michie. you guys are some of my favourite writers out there, i'd love to see what you answer with for this (no pressure ofc!) <33

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Requested by: anon Forever tag: @missmelodramatic, @theletterhart, @alex--awesome--22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly, @denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco, @idkwhatmyusernam, @subjecta13-thefangirl

A/n: I decided to make this in a headcanon since my health is bothered with the common cold which is driving me crazy.

𝐾𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛, 𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑐𝑡.

𝐻𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑒𝑑𝑔𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠, 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑𝑜𝑚. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑜 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑛𝑜𝑤?

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠. 𝑆𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑦.

𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 ℎ𝑖𝑚 & ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑡.

𝐻𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐴𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐴𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑦 𝑜𝑟 𝐻𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑙 𝐷𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡.

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑢𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠, 𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡 𝐶𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡 𝑂𝑙𝑎𝑓 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑚𝑒𝑛.

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐵𝑎𝑢𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑒’𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑏𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑗𝑜𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑. 𝑑𝑢𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑒 𝑢𝑝 𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑤.

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝐾𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑒��𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑒. 𝑌𝑜𝑢’𝑑 ℎ𝑢𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑛𝑜𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑑.

𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑝𝑜𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑧𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑, 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔.

𝐴𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑜𝑙𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑦 𝑎 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟. 𝐴𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑦 𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚.

𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑑 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑, ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑎𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ. 𝑆𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑛�� 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑢𝑝 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑦. 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑟𝑦 6 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑔𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑.

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑝 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛. 𝐵𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑦 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑘, ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑏𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑓𝑢𝑙.

𝑆𝑡𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑏𝑦 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠. 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒.

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝ℎ𝑦𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝐻𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠, ℎ𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑠, 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑎𝑝...

𝐵𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝑀𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑𝑜𝑚.

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