#can y'all chill the fuck down and let women simply exist

[tvfangirladdict]

Rant about all the Bi-Buck Arc hate surfacing.

Made the mistake of scrolling through comments on Instagram surrounding 911 and the cast.

I need to blow off steam, so this is gonna probably start harsh.

While there was so much heartfelt appreciation for Buck's storyline, the negative comments kept stealing my attention. I'm so tired of hearing(reading) that people think the whole show is ruined because two grown men kissed. Like, get the fuck over yourselves already. You don't agree with the relationship, you're just gonna have to deal with it the same we've dealt with Buck and Eddie's half-assed, flat, forced heterosexual relationships for the last 7 years, okay?

They all want to justify their biphobia/homophobia by saying that it's "forced" or it "doesn't make sense," or that they "never saw Buck even hint at it and it's just pandering to fans." Like, bitch, welcome to real life. If you're a real fan of this show, and you watched from the beginning, you know Athena and Michael's marriage ended first thing when he came out as gay. A muscular, "straight", black guy with a wife and two kids who'd been in the closet/denial his whole life, came out to his family, and none of them saw it coming, even if they might have suspected "deep down". This shit happens every day, okay? They're all mad cause "if he was gonna be gay, they should have made him gay from the beginning". Why? So you could form your opinion of him based on who he's attracted to? Why does this bother you so much. You were okay with it when it was Michael and Hen cause you knew from the beginning and they were your token gay characters that you've just learned to "put up with" to appease the rainbow crowd.

And it's not even the ones who are just straight up, like "it's wrong"/"it's a sin"/"it's gross", etc. that bother me the most. It's the "I don't care, you do you, but don't shove it down my throat", people that make me mad. Why is simply witnessing a queer person or relationship "shoving it down your throat"? Y'all realize they exist in real life too, right? Like, personally, I have family, friends, co-workers, bosses, who are all apart of the lgbtq+ community, and I'm from a smaller suburban/rural area of Ohio. Those are just the people in my life who are out. Why is seeing them represented in modern media so bad? This isn't covid, it's not fucking contagious. If it was your brother, your cousin, your best friend, would it be okay then? Both of my brothers have only ever dated women, but if one of them came out and said "hey, I think I might like guys too," I'm not gonna throw a fucking fit and invalidate them by telling them it's not possible because they've only ever dated women. No, I'll thank them for trusting me, and gush to them about boys because I never had a sister to do that with.

Every time I read those comments, all I can think is, you just proved that you're not a safe person to be trusted if someone in your life wants to come out.

Just, how do you give up on an entire show after one kiss? And then claim that you don't have a problem with it? You can't have it both ways. If it didn't matter to you, you wouldn't react so strongly and so negatively to it. 911 and ABC's intention isn't to question your sexuality. You don't have to worry that you're suddenly going to have to kiss Buck too, okay? Chill.

The whole "Buck has only ever slept with women" and "suddenly he's gay" responses are exactly why this storyline is so important. So many people to this day refuse to acknowledge sexualities outside of straight and gay. Why is it always, "made gay"? It doesn't have to be one or the other. It can be both, or neither.

I say this with the experience of having a mom who's still in the "I don't care as long as I don't have to see it" camp. If seeing it upsets you, you've got a problem. If it really doesn't matter and you're cool letting everyone be themselves, seeing two men together should be just as accepted as a man and a women together. Unless you're also saying we need to stop portraying men and women in romantic, sexual relationships together with kissing scenes or more graphic ones, then you can't rule with a double standard. Me and my mom loved watching Teen Wolf together, but any time there was a scene with Danny kissing another guy, she'd get uncomfortable. She even told me once, that she didn't think they should show scenes like that but she wasn't sure why when watching het couples together didn't make her feel the same way.

Safe, sane, and consensual. As long as they follow that, and are happy, why can't you just be happy for them?

If you're old enough to have been following along with this show, you're old enough to know that everyone is different. And life as an adult is about opening yourself up to the outside world and learning about what makes people different. From race to religion to sexuality to nationality and beyond. Your views, beliefs, ideologies, etc, are not the only ones that matter. Getting and giving acceptance goes hand in hand.

I get it to a certain extent. Coming from a different time and all that, but it just means you've had more time to learn. Being stubborn and holding onto what you were brought up in doesn't mean a whole lot to me if you refuse to open your mind up as an adult to look beyond yourself.

Okay, I'm done now. That felt chaotic, but I feel better. If you've made it this far, thanks for coming to my TED talk☺️

#evan buckley #911 abc #bi buck #bi evan buckley

[weirdlizard26]

hey quick question why are cishets Like That

#wl26 #can y'all chill the fuck down and let women simply exist #without having to shape themselves into the perfect fucked image #what the fuck #''shaving is natural'' bro are you even hearing yourself #sorry for ranting im just so pissed off i can't sleep

[redhawtriot]

Baby Boom (Bakugou x Reader)

Tip Jar ☕- Not expected but always appreciated💞

I am posting at not my normal time at ALL, but I really wanted to get this chapter out so I can work on my favorite chapter so far lol (month five is boutta be LIT) if the tags aren’t working i’ll fix them tomorrow they are acting weird rn. 

Thx, for the patience. Love y'all

extra chapter warning: sexual harassment, nsfw..ish

HnM 💕

Month 1, Month 2, Month 4

--MONTH 3--

It was a Friday night about two months ago when Katsuki Bakugou had found himself on the second floor of Club 52—or “the booty room”—as it’s so brusquely known.

But he sure as hell didn’t fucking belong here-- Surrounded by drunken idiots when he had to stay alert and keep his mind sharp-- groped on by inebriated/drugged up women who he would simply growl at in return-- drenched in the germy sweat of the fucking extras around him when he could be at home in his clean bed thinking about how to improve himself tomorrow.

Honestly. How in the flying fuck did he let those three walking hairstyles talk him into coming to this shit show?

The driving beat of the music dancing within his chest was his only saving grace, its constant booming throwing him into a state of familiar comfort as he watched the colorful lights burst around him. He had to admit… they were nice…

No!

Fuck that! He still didn’t belong here, dammit! His roommates, Dumb, Dumber and Dumbest, had all three nagged, and nagged, and nagged him to come here the entire week.

At their begging, Bakugou quite frankly wished that he had lost even more of his hearing than he already had from his quirk. Maybe he could find one of his old drumsticks and jam it into his head—or up those idiots’ asses, “Ahh! I’LL GO! JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!” It was the only way to keep him from losing his job as a hero and committing a triple homicide. 

So yeah, that’s how he ended up in the booty room—and he wasn’t gonna gratify those damn idiots for even a second by enjoying just an ounce of the hellscape.  

“You’re not drinking, huh?”

A sudden inquiry snapped the man out of his thoughts, and he found himself whipping his head around to face the feminine voice that had cut through the loud room. As soon as his eyes encountered yours, Bakugou felt his jaw drop slightly at the sight.

But then he quickly noticed the way that your eyes flickered down to his mouth, and the mocking way that your lips began curving up into a smirk at his display. He wanted to kiss knock that smug look clean off your pretty face. He immediately clenched his jaw back shut and hardened his traitor of an expression so that no more slip-ups could be had.

The two of you sized each other up for a moment before you slickly glanced over your shoulder with a nod, “So I am guessing those belong to you, then?” you motioned toward Mayonnaise, Ketchup and Mustard—all three of Bakugou’s roommate idiots making a theatrical, display in the middle of the dance floor.

Kirishima—who had long taken his shirt off by this point-- noticed Bakugou’s disapproving gaze and attempted a wave back, only to lean into a drunken stumble.

Bakugou clicked his tongue, snapping his regard from the (flat out embarrassing) show “I’m not anyone’s damn babysitter. They’re grown men. They can fucking handle themselves!”

“Good… I’d like to have you to myself for a while,” you turned to the bar-tending counter and beckoned for two drinks.

Bakugou eyed how the man behind the counter ingested you. He was a lion looking for his prey’s weakness and you didn’t even seem to notice—or care. He glared at the man, subconsciously taking a step toward you to speak as the bartender handed you your drink, “For what?” Bakugou asked you flatly. He didn’t even know why the hell he was entertaining this.

You simply shrugged, throwing your eyes up as innocently as you could with the contrarily wicked smirk that befell your face, “To… talk.”

“Yeah right. You’ve got some freak look in your eye. You want something else.”

“Well, hell yeah! Have you seen yourself?” you laughed and Bakugou couldn’t tell whether the stutter in his chest was from your utter bluntness, or from the melody of your happiness, “Anyway, I wont waste your time—or mine. Come find me if you want to…” you trailed off as you handed him the second drink in your hands. You had to bite your lip from smiling too hard, “…Talk. Ba-Bye~.”

As soon as you were the short ear distance away and faded into the dense crowd, the bartender gave a low whistle, “She was fucking fit as hell. God, the things I would do to her!” Bakugou felt his face twitch suddenly as the man continued his rant, “She’d never be able to walk that pretty little walk ever again. Yo, let’s hope she’ll still be here by the time I get off!” he chuckled but Bakugou didn’t see any thing fucking funny about what the bastard said. He might live in what is effectively a hero’s version of a frat house, but still, he never understood “locker room talk.”

Bakugou angrily downed the entire drink in his tight grip in one long pull before slamming it back onto the counter forcefully. His red eyes burned holes through the bartender’s fearful ones—the cup breaking apart under his palm, “She won’t be. Keep your dirty eyes off her, you bastard,” Bakugou didn’t even allow the man an opportunity to rebuttal as he stormed away, his fiery glare set intently on one thing only—or one person only…

That night Bakugou watched intently as the ceiling above him teetered and danced for a moment—sinking into the deep feeling of numbness that his intoxicated mind had succumbed to after about his fourth drink. He wasn’t exactly used to this feeling—this caving in on himself and sense of absolute relaxation as he melted into his bed.

Sinking.

              ...Sinking.

Wait, was his bed really sinking? His eyebrows furrowed into a state of confusion before he heard a sigh coming from next to him. Things finally clicked into place in his slowed mind.

Oh yeah. That’s right…

He would never get used to having someone else in his bed, probably.

Bakugou turned to where you were imprinting yourself down onto his mattress. You laughed at his stern expression, extending your arm to caress the side of his face, “God, your face is s’ intense like that. It gives me chills,” your thumb danced across the permanent furrow of his eyebrow. There had to be a magnet underneath his skin somewhere right about there that kept the brows in a constant state of attraction.

He snapped his face away from you as the magnet’s strength intensified and twisted his expression even deeper into anger, “Heh?” Goddamn, you were a fucking difficult girl to read for as blunt as you were.

You march up to him in the club like you own the damn place and send him heart eyes and flirtatious body signals, just to stone cold walk away like he never even existed? You proclaim that you want to fuck him, yet made him dance with you for almost an hour before you lead him out?? You let him fuck you in thirty different directions, just to call him out for looking “intense?!!” His friends (if you could fucking call them that) always said that he had an ugly mug, the jealous bastards, but why would a girl he slept with--

“You’re jus’ beautiful is all,” you faintly slurred, instantly hushing any of his thoughts and softening his expression, “People tell me all the time ‘You’re a pretty girl! You should smile more, but why th’ hell should I go around smilin’ for people who don’ deserve it? If they don’ like my resting state, then—”

“Then they can fuck themselves.”

“Yeah,” you looked up at him with a lazy smile. To a sober mind there was no doubt that your expression was an obviously drunken happiness, but to Bakugou’s in that moment—he couldn’t help but think that maybe there was something deeper behind that smile. You giggled, “They can fuck themselves,” you agreed more heartedly-- leaning into Bakugou and rolling him onto his back before snaking your way on top of him. You planted a trail of wet kisses up his neck and finished by making a small bite on his jaw “And maybe you can fuck me,”

Your warm breath on his sensitive neckline made him shiver underneath his skin, but he prayed that you couldn’t feel it. He scoffed to cover the pathetic display, “Again?”

You laughed before planting even more smiling kisses all over him—pressing your body even further into his with each one, “and again. and again. and again…”

“Pervert.” Bakugou tried to grab you by your hips to keep you from grinding into him even further—or at least that was what he intended to do; however, instead he ended up using them to guide your rhythm in rubbing against him.

You laughed again as you sat up on top of him and pressed your hands to his chest—your hips far from slowing down or stopping, “Maybe so, but can y’ really blame me? I have this guy in bed with me who isn’t even tryin’ to make me smile, but I have been fucking cheesin’ it up all night with ‘em.”

Bakugou didn’t even try to fight the growing smile on his face. It really was damn corny and pathetic--whatever this was between the two of you. But it felt so… so fucking right to him.

Still, he was going to tease you-- otherwise he wouldn't be him, “Well, I have this girl in bed with me who won’t stop smiling and it’s really fucking starting to creep me the hell out,” he suddenly flipped you onto the bed and mounted himself on top of you before placing his own assault of kisses on your body. His face only reemerging to take in your stupid, corny, beautiful smile for a long second. 

You were absolutely stunning in every respect of the word.

Yet--

Two months later, the same face that now stood in front of him on the platform of the train station was far from smiling—honestly neither was he. He was pissed the hell off. You didn’t even recognize him until just now?? Was he really so fucking immemorable?

You backed away from the man who had just saved you from falling to the tracks. You took him in one final time as the two of you sized each other up, “I don’t even know what to start…”

Bakugou’s face contorted in such anger that it could have been mistaken for disgust, “How about you start by giving me some fucking answers!” he screamed, causing your heart to drop and your stomach to lurch. The two organs effectively were trying to switch places.

Oh fuck. He knew?

“T-to what…?” You trailed off, but you had a feeling what he was going to say next. He was gonna chew you out about the damn parasite growing in your uterus, but you had no idea how he could have known about that! He shouldn't know that!

Deku didn’t tell... He didn’t! ...Did he?? Your heart raced and assaulted your rib-cage with an armada of thrums.

“Why did you sneak out that morning, huh!?” as soon as the words flew out of his mouth, you paused—your mind not quite able to comprehend his grievance, “I was just some sex toy for you? That it??” When he finished yelling and glared at you with expectancy burning within his red irises, you found yourself tilting your head a bit in astonishment and confusion.

Your heart had dropped, but you couldn't tell if it was from relief or repugnance. 

That? That was the question he needed answers to?

In the grand scheme of the fuckery on hand, his damaged ego was literally not your problem. You crossed your arms as you stretched your neck toward him, “Because it was supposed to be a club hump and dump! So yeah! We were just sex toys! That was kinda the whole fucking point!” Note the fucking emphasis on ‘supposed to be’! Ugh!

A tinge of underlying hurt quickly flashed across the blond’s stern face. You gave a short, sharp sigh in exasperation as you laid your forehead in one of your palms, “Look, I am not exactly here to cater to your wounded pride. Sorry that you caught feelings for me, but I wasn’t exactly obligated to fix you breakfast that day,” the tired, emotional remarks flew out much faster than you could filter them, but you still felt a twinge of remorse as soon as they hit the air.

The man in front of your face look completely stunned as if you just slapped him across the cheek with your words. It actually seemed pretty unnatural on his expression—like a rare, endangered species-- something not many have seen. Soon enough, however, as the dust of your words fell his expression settled back into a more natural state of fury, “You’re fucking right,” he grunted before turning to exit up the stairs of the subway, “I’m not obligated to listen to this horseshit either.”

Oh fuck. What have you done?

You knew that you had laid it on pretty thick, but the emotions you felt were just so damn overwhelming, “Kacchan… I…!” Why couldn’t you have said something different? Nicer maybe?

Whether you liked it or not, your lives were now tied together and this was not a good first impression—or uh-- second impression technically-- whatever! “I promise you’re gonna want to hear the end of this.” you called to his retreating form.

Bakugou’s face shriveled even further, stretching its extent of maximum disgust. Hearing that name come out of your mouth left his stomach feeling ill, “I promise you, I don’t give a fuck”

You slapped your arms at your side as you finally halted in your attempt to get him to stop walking away. Fuck it. You were about to completely call his bluff because you definitely weren’t about to chase him. You were much too tired and emotional for this shit! You just wanted to get home and sleep these random-ass, foreign emotions away, “I’m pregnant.” you simply exclaimed.

Bakugou froze.

In that moment, it was as if the entire world around him had iced over as he replayed your words in his head over and over again. He couldn't have heard you right, “What?” 

The man felt every fiber of his being stiffen. So much so that he couldn’t even bring himself to turn around and face you. In your silence was his answer loud and clear, “How… how the fuck do I know it’s mine?” he murmured, still unable to turn towards you—he didn’t want you to see the raw emotion that his face probably held in that moment.  

You barely even heard him, but the weight of his words was heavy enough to slam down on your ears and cause a burning reaction from you “What?!”

Your shriek finally prompted him to whip himself around, and you almost wish that he didn’t. The mangled mess of feelings transcribed on his face left his cheeks flushed a furious shade of red as he shouted at you,  “You like one-night stands so much—how do you know it’s mine?” With a horrified expression, you glanced around you for a moment to the other people in the subway, who immediately adverted their gazes.

“Hell, You’ve been hanging around that bastard, Deku. How do I know it’s not his?” You looked back to Bakugou with a choked ‘Wow!’ that could be interpreted as “Are you fucking kidding me right fucking now??” These strangers were getting one hell of a show, too.

You stormed up to him to keep him from shouting your all of your dirty laundry into the air, “Deku and I aren’t—” You stopped yourself. Would any fucking thing you said to this man make a difference? He didn’t know you from fucking Adam-- or from fucking Adam. You groaned in annoyance, “Look! I know that it’s yours because you're the only idiot I have slept with in months! An idiot who doesn’t know how to use a goddamn condom apparently!” you half whispered to him as your spectators began eyeing you again. You flipped them off as Bakugou continued,

“I’m the idiot?! Well if you could ACTUALLY FUCKING REMEMBER that night then you would know that we did use condoms the first three times! They ran out and you told me to keep going,” He screamed—by this point you’d given up hope of containing your melodrama as he continued loudly, “What idiot says that unless they are on birth control or something?!”

You throw your face in your hands with a shriek of a sigh before looking back up to his furious face “Here’s the deal,” you decided to completely ignore his comment, becoming tired of this theatrical display of emotions spewing from him,  “I can’t spontaneously conjure up some proof that this-- this thing is yours but I assure you it fucking is. But hey!! If you don’t want to stick around, I am not the type of person to make you. I can deal with this myself,” his face fell a bit as you swiftly turned yourself around to make your exit, but you didn’t make it far before you felt a heavy hand grab you by the wrist.

“Let’s say it is mine...,” Bakugou offered flatly, “You don’t think I can handle it” his daring tone left your mind whirling. This wast a fucking wrestling match or even one of his villain attacks! He continued, “You’re dumber than you look if you think I’m gonna let my kid grow up without me. Give me your fucking number,” He easily snatched your phone from your front pocket with a slight protest coming from you, but ultimately, you really were tired as hell and just wanted this day to be over with al-fucking-ready. You sighed as he put his number in your phone—your mind briefly wandering why you didn’t put a password on the damn thing.

In a short instant, he shoved your device back to you and promptly turned on a heel. Only acknowledging you once more to tell you to “Stay off of the fucking train tracks,” before he stiffly marched away. Good riddance. 

You couldn’t even blame the spectators anymore. This was a mess. This was a downright, melodramatic, teen drama on CW disaster. This was… this was your life now.

Fuck…

“Oooh... no smiles today, huh?”

About a week later you found yourself walking up the stairs to a modern mansion with stupid windows for walls. A true sign of pretentiousness and obvious lack of shame. This house was a display for all to see... kinda like your argument with that Bakugou last week. 

You shook this thought out of your mind and put your ‘work cap’ back on. You were on your way to get some test shots in for the week with your new hair cut that the agency had forced on you recently.

Instead of throwing her a “What’s there to smile for?” like you wanted to, you threw her a “This better?” and forced a small smile at the girl, Dina, who had traveled along with you to get her test shots done today as well. Usually for these kinds of things, you would be alone as you traveled to the photographer’s house, but it was always nice to have someone come with you so you weren’t complaining—well-- not about her company at least.

There truly was nothing to smile for recently. You were pregnant with a raging, quirkcist asshole’s child, said asshole won’t answer any of your damn texts or calls that aren’t directly related to the prenatal appointment that you two have later today, Deku hasn’t been able to hang out with you as much because of his work, and as trivial as this may seem, you looked in the mirror today to saw a completely different person.

You were quite used to your agency drastically changing your hair, but that, along side the obvious rounding of your face and the speckles of hormone induced facial topography growing on your skin, led you to a slight identity crisis. The girl in the reflection was a sloppy second to who you used to be and you hated it-- you hated sharing this body.

“Trouble in paradise with Deku, Y/N?” her tone had a hint of worry in it as she rung on the doorbell to the modern house. You could only give her a slight shrug as the bell sung out,

“I’m fine. Really.” you lied. 

“Hello, hello!” The photographer’s voice loudly blared out before the door could even fully open to reveal him. He gave you a shocked glance, “What a pretty lady—pretty ladies!” he corrected as he stepped aside and invited you in with the swing of his arm. You rolled your eyes as he turned his back to walk through the house. He looked like the textbook definition of a douchebag. 

Fuck not judging a book by it’s cover. If it walks like a duck. Talks like a duck. Then it’s probably a misogynistic asshole who only got into photography to get away with his sick urge to take photos of unfamiliar women.

“Okay ladies, I just want to preface by saying that you can feel comfortable around me, alright? I think of all my models as a family,” Dina stiffened into a board as he came over and rested his hand on her hip. She forced her lips into a fine line that could resemble a smile as he firmly patted her, “This shouldn’t take too long-- only about five to six hours, ‘kay?”

Your face scrunched up, but you just wanted to get this day over with so you could go to that stupid appointment and wouldn’t have to deal with “Cockugou” for another few weeks. Throughout the next few hours, the photographer actually wasn’t too bad. He was for sure creepy, but you noticed that he wasn’t so bold with you as he had been with Dina earlier. Of course there were little off hand comments like, “You are doing sexy.” instead of “you are doing great.” And he would refer to both you and Dina as “baby” is a husky, drawn out tone—like he was moaning, but besides that he was actually being pretty calm.

Until he wasn’t.

“Okay! Now take your tops and bra off,” both you and Dina paused as the camera flashed once more. As the two of you threw each other a wary glance the photographer spoke up again, “Trust me, I have a vision. You’re gonna love it!”

“I- I just don’t feel comfortable with that,” Dinah spoke up feebly. She looked to you for support, so you nodded before she returned her gaze to him, “Do you think… maybe we could do something else?”

The photographer sighed and threw his nose into pinched fingers as if you all had offended him, “Look honey, you’re not that photogenic. I am having to bust my ass off not to capture that cellulite on the back of your thighs, so when I tell you to do something, it’s for a reason.”

You glanced over to Dina with a horrified expression. You noticed that her hands were clenched at her sides and shook ever so slightly after she subconsciously rubbed the back of her thighs-- you also noticed a prominent thigh gap in between the two tiny appendages. You shot your stern glare back over to the photographer.

He sighed again—this time even harder than before, “Take five!” he frustratedly pulled out a box of cigarettes and stormed over to his patio outside—the glass door slamming shut behind him.

You walked over to Dinah and hesitantly found your hands drifting toward her. You were never really good at cheering people up. Hell, you had to rely on alcohol to cheer you up for the vast majority of you adult (and a little bit of your pre-adult) life. Still, you took her shaking hands in your own. “Hey. Don’t listen to that asshole. If you’re not comfortable...”

“I have done nude shots before, but this just feels… wrong. Doesn’t it?” she refused to look you in the eyes as hers glazed over in a thick sheet of shame. She was right. Nude shots were nothing new at all. In fact, some of your best shots had been done in the nude—they had the potential to be true art, but this? This was wrong.

She shook her head,“But I just… I don’t want to be unprofessional.”

“We can walk out right now. I’ll call Ainu and tell her what’s up I am sure she’ll understand,” as soon as you began walking to gather up some of your belongings, her voice spoke up once more—this time much colder than before,

“Maybe for you. Y/N, you could get away with murder at our agency-- you know that, right? You’re the one who bought Ainu her ticket to the top-- her golden child,” she sneered. You threw your eyes toward her own—not quite comprehending if this was the same person still talking to you.

It was, but this Dina had tears growing in her eyes, “Not everyone can half-ass everything and not care…” her voice shook. The two of you just stared at each other as wild emotions filled your expressions and overflowed into the room to drown you.

The patio door clicking open snapped you out of your trance and Dina furiously began wiping her eyes clean as the photographer reemerged, “Alright pretty ladies! Who’s ready to get back into things?”

You sighed.

With a quick roll of your eyes you angrily threw your top off—not even giving the girl with you a second glance as she did the same and the two of you settled yourself into position. The atmosphere was certainly much heavier than it had been before, but the photographer obviously couldn’t read the room,

“Y/N might I say, that your tits looks wonderful! Have you gotten a job recently? I mean- they look huge!”

Okay. 

That. Was. It. You couldn’t fucking hold it back anymore, “Talk about my tits again and I’ll stab you in the neck with your own goddamn tripod,” you kept posing as if you totally hadn’t just threatened someone’s life, but the photographer fell away from his camera, shock painted on his expression. Slacking on the job. Huh, who’s the unprofessional one now?

“…S-sweetheart I—”

“Don’t you fucking ‘sweetheart’ me!” you screamed, storming up to point a finger in his face. This surge of random emotion overwhelmed you. You had never felt this before—like you were gonna explode if you didn’t unleash it. And unleash it, you did, “The fuck is your problem?! You get some kick outta being a perverted asshole, asshole?!”

Dinah tried to come pull you back by the shoulders, “Y/N, maybe you should just calm dow—”

“No! Fuck this bastard!!” you smack her hands away as the photographer gets up and crossed his arms,

“This is so unprofessional. You women always jump to conclusions. Why cant you ever just take the compliment?”

“WHY CAN’T YOU JUST TAKE MY FOOT UP YOUR--”

And that’s how you ended up getting sent home two hours early. You had attempted to call Deku to rant about the harsh encounter, but he was at work. You supposed that saving lives a a little bit more important than “The Dramatic Tale of a Quirkless Model” or whatever fucking CW show your life had become. Your mind briefly fleeted to calling Bakugou, but he certainly wouldn’t answer anyway. No. Fuck that.

So you decided to text Deku and cry into your pillow instead,

You:

[2:49pm]

I mean he was just such a fucking dick!

I should have actually stuck my foot up his ass but he for sure would have liked it🙄

Seriously. I don’t mind nude photos

But there is a difference between art/photography and porn

Deku:

Right!!

Well I’m glad you stood up for yourself!

You:

No! Don’t tell me tht!😫

Deku:

I am upset tha you stood up for yourself…?

You:

UGHHH

I just wish tht I had just walked out

But the other girl wouldn’t leave and I couldn’t leaver her their

There*

God

Ainu is gonna 💀me for this

Deku:

How can I help you?

I’ll find what I can on the photographer?

You:

Talk Kacchan into not going to our clinical visit.👉👈

You knew that Deku really wanted to go, and honestly you would really prefer if he did. Regardless, Deku stood up for his childhood bully like the saint he was,

Deku:

Y/N! He’s the father. he deserves to go, don’t you think?

Also!

Don’t forget Baby Notes vol 1! I wrote some questions for you to ask!

You stifled a small laugh as you eyed that stupid goddamn notebook he left on your nightstand one of the few days he stopped by your home.

You:

Grr

I can’t handle Cockugou’s moodiness right now

And I-- Oop!

Speak of the devil. He’s here.

Talk later k?💕kith!

You snatched the notebook from your nightstand and marched to your front entrance. The knocking at your door was downright disrespectful—constantly switching between pounding knocks on your door and vigorous successions of the doorbell ringing.

“Fucking. Calm. Down!” you screamed out the door before answering, revealing Bakugou’s stern gaze,

“What the hell took you so long?” he huffed, causing your face to scrunch up into an expression that mirrored his own. 

“I had to walk to the damn door, you know! I’m quirkless? No teleportation quirk here!” He only clicked his tongue at your response. You noticed the way his eyes drifted down to the notebook in your hands before they narrowed into even tighter slits.

“Let’s just fucking go, already,” he took your wrist and led you out of the house before shutting your door. You could really just knock him the hell out. Okay, maybe you couldn't, but your weak ass might just be able to get one good hit in! He deserved it, not replying to any of your attempts to reach out to him past talking about the appointment,

“Why didn’t you answer my texts all week?”

“I was busy.” he simply said, not even bothering to look you in the eye. This was the last time he spoke up for a long while. In fact, you didn't even hear his voice again until later when the two of you sat in the small, shoebox of a room in the clinic with the prenatal physician,

“This is your first appointment, right?” the doctor, was extremely old looking and your mind phased into a grim question of ‘how the hell can someone so close to death know jack about birth?’

You tried your best to push these dark thoughts out of your head as you gave him a slight answer, “Yeah…” you laid back on the crinkly paper covered recliner and lift your shirt a bit for the examination. You looked down at the small, hardly noticeable bump in your lower abdomen and internally cringed. 

“This is the father?” you knew that it didn't really matter, and that he was probably just trying to make you comfortable and spark up some small talk, but you rally didn't wanna hear it out loud. 

You couldn't bring yourself to answer, but Bakugou loudly spoke up, filling the absence of your voice, “Why the hell else would I be here, old man?” he scoffed and twisted his face away from everyone. 

You raised an eyebrow at his rudeness, but from the vast stories that Deku had told you about him, you shouldn't have been surprised. But still, it was like seeing a mythical creature in real life-- a grumpy troll under a bridge, if you will. 

The doctor gave a loud laugh at Bakugou’s remark, causing both you and him to snap your surprised gazed to the elderly man, “You’d be surprised at the shit I have seen, son. Someone brought their neighbor for the entire 39 weeks once-- the husband came in only once or twice, I think.”

You couldn't help but to laugh at this. Your doctor’s voice had a much more youthful demeanor than he had originally led on, “Oh, they were definitely fucking behind the husbands back,” you smirked.

“So Mama Bakugou,” 

And just like that your smile was completely wiped off of your face, “This is your first child right?” the doctor asked. You felt Bakugou throw you a fleeting expectant look. You assumed that it was probably because he hadn't even thought to ask you this question. The two of you really didn't know each other. Matter of a fact, this doctor, with your list of medical history in his hand, probably knew a lot more than the father of this ‘it’ inside of you. 

“L/N actually,” you corrected, “and yes, it is.” with that, Bakugou’s glare drifted back off into unconcerned and uncaring territory as he found a sudden interest in the glass container of gloves on the counter. 

“Well you look about 10 weeks along. They’ll be about the size of a strawberry right now-- almost done with your first trimester.” he trailed off as he began coating your stomach with some sticky jelly substance. 

“What??” you could have sworn that you had only met Bakugou about two months ago right? So does that mean...

“The date of conception would have actually been a little closer to about 7 or 8 weeks ago. We just count by the first day of your last period. No need to get worried about the neighbor, I don’t think, Papa Bakugou,” he winked to the blond, who only gave a scoff in return. You let out a slight sigh of relief. 

The recipe for the rest of this appointment as the doctor searched your organs for your uterus in the ultrasound included him making small talk and Bakugou ignoring it with you giving slight answers here and there,

However, finally, something really caught both of your’s attention, “I think that you guys should take time today to find your primary care physician,”

“Why not you, idiot?” Bakugou spoke up and it shocked you. You were surprised he cared about this out of everything. 

“I am thinking that I should send you to someone with a specialty in a multiple pregnancy birth.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you and Bakugou shared a brief, terrified glance at one another, “What...?” Bakugou spat.

“You see these two circles? It looks like you’ve got two buns in the oven! Congrats on the twins!,” 

T...wins...?

The world bean fading into a blur for you as he continued, “Now You are a little past getting the neural tube check, but we can get you started in on some genetic testing and counseling’s. Every thing is looking alright, but we just want to…”

The world around you moved in a blurry, choppy chain of images as your mind tried its best to comprehend the knowledge it had been given. So... not only were you carrying one parasite... but two?

You couldn't bring yourself to listen the rest of the appointment, and you had a feeling that Bakugou wasn't picking up on much else after the shocking news either. 

If you thought that commute to the hospital was quiet, the walk back to your apartment was even more so.

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Misery Loves Company part 1

WE MADE IT TO THE END OF THE BAD BEGINNING Y'ALL.

Thank you so much for your guys' support through these first twelve chapters of my fic. I really appreciate it! Love you guys! Hope y'all love The Reptile Room.

                                             Chapter Eleven:

                        The One With the Vigorously Fixed Destination

Lemony sat miserably in his taxi for the next couple of hours. Debating what to do next. He couldn’t leave them there. That was not an option. What would Beatrice do? He kept asking himself as he toyed with his spyglass.

What’s the use? He asked himself. Then without warning, the passenger-side door of the taxi opened and a woman sat down. She turned to Lemony and smiled. Lemony had his hand on his chest. “What the fuck, Jacquelyn!”

Jacquelyn just laughed. “Did I scare you?”

Lemony rolled his eyes, “I swear you and my…” He stopped mid-sentence. Jacquelyn looked at him confused.

“What?” she asked.

“Nothing. Nothing. I swear you’re trying to give me a fucking heart attack.”

“Uh...huh,” Jacquelyn replied still looking at Lemony with a confused and concerned look on her face.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? You don’t just get inside someone’s damn taxi unannounced especially when a known enemy is literally down the street!”

“I could kick his ass with both hands tied behind my back, just saying. He’s not as big of a threat as you might think.”

“He doesn’t have a reason to go after you.”

“You right. Not yet at least. I’ll probably foil his plans enough that I eventually do get on that list, though.” She peered to the back of the taxi, “So...I’m guessing you didn’t save the Baudelaire children.”

Lemony rolled his eyes. “It’s...a bit harder than I thought.”

Jacquelyn rolled her eyes. “You’re not doing this right. You’re out of practice old man.”

Jacquelyn got out her spyglass and started to peer at Count Olaf’s house. “Let me guess. You disguised yourself as a...cop...no, a child protective services agent. Then you went in, conducted an interview,- let me know if I’m wrong.- Then you hoped the boy would give you any reason to take them from the home, but alas, he didn’t because Olaf was posing as a threat but not in a way where you could use that against him and take the children out of the house.”

Lemony just glared at Jacquelyn. “How…”

“I just know these things.”

“Have you been spying on me?”

“...that’s confidential,” she replied smirking.

“I’m being serious. Have you been spying on me?”

“I didn’t follow you home if that’s what you’re worried about. I saw your taxi as I was scoping the place. I also saw you crying…”

“I wasn’t crying…”

“Sure, you weren’t. So then I decided that you obviously needed my help.” She said still peering through the spyglass. “You can trust me, Mr. Snicket.”

“You keep giving me reasons to the contrary,”

“Touche,”

“How have I given you reason not to trust me?”

“You’re secretive. Like, more than any other member of this organization.”

“I have my reasons.”

Jacquelyn didn’t say anything as she handed her spyglass to Lemony with a smile upon her face. “Mr. Snicket, I think I’ve found what you needed.”

Lemony looked at her and then pressed the spyglass to his eye. For a minute, he didn’t know what Jacquelyn was referring to. She reached out and grabbed his chin, moving his face to the direction of what she was trying to show him. “You need to look towards the tower window,” she instructed.

“Dear God,” he muttered. He was looking at a birdcage and inside that birdcage, he could see a helpless and scared Sunny Baudelaire. “That...that fucking monster.”  Lemony began to open the car door but Jacquelyn grabbed him.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m going to save Beatrice’s daughter!”

“Not without a disguise.”

He looked at her and sighed. She was right. But he couldn’t use the same disguise again, Olaf would get suspicious and possibly ask for credentials. He looked at Jacquelyn. “What are we going to do?”

Jacquelyn was already fixing her hair into a bun. “We’re going to go be concerned neighbors.”

“Shouldn’t we just call the authorities.”

“I mean, we could. Honestly, we should. But if we did that, they’d want to interview the man who made the call in the first place and I don’t have to tell you how risky that is.”

“Goddammit,” he muttered. “What if we had another neighbor call the police.”

Jacquelyn was not listening to him. She was doing her best to disguise herself with what little she had. Lemony dragged the disguise kit out of the trunk and rummaged through it. After putting a fake beard on he looked at Jacquelyn. “So I’m gonna be Jeff Bingham and you’ll be my wife, Audrey…” he began.

“Woah. Let me stop you there. No offense, but you are not my type.”

Lemony chuckled at this understanding full well what Jacquelyn had meant. “Well, no offense but you don’t look young enough to be my daughter.”

Jacquelyn laughed. “Why do our disguises have to be related or married? We can’t just be friends.”

“I guess that works, I was just coming up with a backstory in case we get asked.”

“I don’t know how they did things back in your day, but nowadays we try to make it a bit less complicated.”

“Sure. It’s VFD. Everything is complicated. That’s like their gimmick.”

Lemony and Jacquelyn got out of the car and scanned the area for any potential neighbors who would be able to help them with this predicament. Every so often Lemony looked back at the birdcage making sure that it was still there and hadn’t been plunged to the ground. They finally reached the yard of Justice Strauss who was watering her garden. She politely looked up at the two strangers. “Well, how do you do?”

“How do you do, mam?” Lemony replied. “We were just in the neighborhood…”

“...Birdwatching with the help of these,” Jacquelyn commented.

“And we saw something quite unusual.”

Justice Strauss looked at the two strangers confused. “What did you see?”

Jacquelyn stepped behind the judge and put the spyglass up to her eye, pointing her in the direction of Count Olaf’s tower room window. Strauss gasped in surprise. “Oh my! Sunny!” she yelled. “We have to do something!” She yelled before rushing in to call 9-1-1.

“Well, our work here is done,” Lemony said smiling.

“I’m going to call Gustav and stick around to make sure everything goes smoothly.”

Lemony extended his hand, “Thank you. Miss Jacquelyn.”

“You’re not going to stay and make sure things go according to plan?”

“Oh, I’m gonna wait in my taxi and see things through. Would you like a ride home?”

Jacquelyn shook her head. “No thank you, I’ll manage.”

“It was nice working with you....keep in touch.”

“Does this mean you’ve officially rejoined VFD?”

“I’ll have to think about that.”

Lemony began to walk towards his taxi. He hated to admit it but he missed VFD. He missed the thrills of a mission and being in disguise and he had a good time working alongside Jacquelyn and fooling Olaf. But a part of him knew that it was a risky business being affiliated with that organization. What would happen to Violet if they learned about her existence? He sat inside his taxi and waiting for this story to conclude.

Jacquelyn used her walkie-talkie to contact Gustav to meet her at Olaf’s house and she even gave Justice Strauss the number to Mr. Poe’s office.

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Klaus was under the watchful eyes of either Count Olaf or one of his troupe members. Olaf refused to let the boy out of his sight after that stint with the CPS caseworker and his attempted rescue of his baby sister. Count Olaf also did not care that Klaus was in a lot of pain from the night prior. He had Klaus doing as many extraneous chores. Right now Klaus was scrubbing Olaf’s bathroom with a toothbrush. The stench of the room had Klaus wanting to simply drop dead. He was almost finished with the room when Olaf came in and kicked the bucket of dirty water everywhere, laughing as he looked down at Klaus. “Looks like you have to start all over again.”

Klaus took a deep breath but bit his tongue. He had to just put up with this abuse for Sunny. The sooner he can fool Olaf into thinking that he’s complacent, the sooner he can get Sunny back and then the two orphans would run away from the madman’s house. “I’ll get right on that,” he said.

Both Count Olaf and Klaus jumped at the sound of someone pounding on the front door. “Who could that be!?” Olaf asked in a harsh voice that sent chills down Klaus’ spine.

Downstairs you can hear the sounds of Olaf’s troupe freaking out. “Ummm, boss.” one of the white-faced women called up.

“What? Who’s at the door?” Count Olaf asked heading towards his bedroom window.

“The police!” the henchperson of indeterminate gender replied.

Count Olaf’s eyes got wide and as he began to stare down at Klaus, his eyes began to shine the brightest Klaus had ever seen. Klaus shakingly stood up looking for an escape route. But Olaf was blocking the bathroom door. “Do you want to explain to me why the fucking police are at my door?!”  

Klaus could see that Olaf was shaking with fury which made him retreat a step back. Klaus kept his eyes on the walkie-talkie that Olaf kept in his pocket.

“Boss, we gotta go.” the other white face woman commented. “Like, right now.”

“You three, grab Baldy and Hooky. Take the car.”

“What about you?” The henchperson of indeterminate gender asked.

“Oh, don’t worry about me. I’ve gotten out of worse scrapes than this.” Olaf said. “ Oh, and on your way out, tell Hooky to drop the pipsqueak to her death .”

“ No! Please!” Klaus pleaded.

The Henchperson of Indeterminate Gender merely nodded at Olaf and began to walk away.

“You monster!” Klaus yelled. “You can’t kill her. The police are outside! You’re just giving them more reason to arrest you.”

Olaf leaned down towards Klaus and smiled. “Oh, I wouldn’t worry about the police. They’ll be too concerned about the dead infant  that they won’t even realize that I’m gone. Although by the time that they do finally realize that I'm gone, they're going to wonder about the missing boy.”

Klaus’ eyes got wide. He knew he had to act now. Give the authorities more time. So with all the strength, he could muster, he ran passed Olaf effectively pushing the man down on to the floor. Klaus ran outside the vile man’s room closing the door behind him, hoping that that gave him extra time to run. He headed towards the staircase that led to Olaf’s tower room.  He saw the Hook-Handed Man and the Henchperson of Indeterminate Gender heading frantically downstairs to reach Olaf’s car. His heart sank. He hoped he wasn’t too late as he grabbed onto the doorknob of the tower room, he felt a cold, spider-like hand grab his ankle and pull him to the ground. Klaus hit his jaw on the wooden floors and looked in horror to see Count Olaf was the one holding on to his ankle.

“If you think this is over, you’re dead wrong. It’s been fun... I’m going to get you no matter where you go! No matter what you do! I will find you! Oooh, you are so deceased!” Olaf hissed as Klaus. Klaus started rapidly kicking both his feet trying to get Olaf to let him go. “ I’ll get my hands on your fortune if it’s the last thing I do! And when I have it, I’ll kill you and your bratty sister with my own two hands!”

Klaus turned to face Olaf so he can aim better. “ You’ll never touch our fortune or harm my sister ever again!” He cried as he gave Olaf a hard kick in the face. Olaf let go of Klaus’ ankle and Klaus was able to drag himself back up and lock himself in the tower room. Olaf banged on the door for a few seconds until both the young orphaned boy and the vile man heard a shout from downstairs, “Police!” one of the voices yelled followed by the front door slamming open. Olaf growled but decided it was better for himself to escape.

Once he was sure Olaf wasn’t trying to enter the tower room anymore, Klaus turned towards the window and for the first time during his stay with that greedy, violent monster, he began to cry tears of joy as he saw his sister still in the cage waving at him with an unsure smile.

“Sunny!” he yelled reeling in the birdcage and reaching his hands in there to try to hug her through the bars.

“Klaus!” Sunny cried back, putting her small hands around his arms.

“Sunny, where’s the key to the lock. Please tell me they left it.” Klaus said as he placed the birdcage holding his baby sister safely on the ground.

“Ocuclav!” Sunny shrieked pointing to a key on a nearby desk, this probably was her way of saying, “The key-shaped like an eye.”

Klaus hurried grabbed the key and unlocked the birdcage, pulling his baby sister out of it. He held on to her so tight, which was honestly hurting them both.

“Etiam,” Sunny said softly, which meant, “Klaus, you’re hugging me too tight.”

Klaus looked down at his baby sister and she could see he was still crying. “It’s all okay, now. It’s all okay.”

“Baudelaires!” a voice from behind the door called out. “Baudelaires! Are you in there!”

“Justice Strauss?” Klaus called out happily.

“Yes. Children, it’s me and Mr. Poe.”

The children could hear the usual fit of coughing that came from Poe and rolled their eyes. Klaus still holding Sunny stood up and opened the door.

“Did they catch him?” He asked.

“Unfortunately, no. We did see a long black car leaving the scene. So the authorities are going to be on the lookout for that.” Mr. Poe said.

“But...but….there’s no way, he would’ve escaped in time,” Klaus said. “Mr. Poe, you have to go after him.”

“Children. Let the authorities track down Count Olaf.” Justice Strauss said. “Come live with me. I can keep you safe.”

Klaus and Sunny looked at one another and smiled.

“Do you mean that? You really want us to live with you, Justice Strauss?”

Justice Strauss nodded. “Of course I mean it! I am very fond of you two lovely children, and I feel responsible for your welfare.”

“Now. Now. Wait here.” Mr. Poe started as he began to cough into his handkerchief. “I cannot let the Baudelaires be raised by someone who isn’t a relative.”

“Fucker!” Sunny yelled at Mr. Poe.

While Klaus looked at him angrily. “What are you talking about? Justice Strauss would be an appropriate guardian for Sunny and me.”

“That may be so. But your parents’ will is very specific…” Mr. Poe began before being interrupted by a strange auburn hair woman, accompanied by a man around her age.

“It is so specific, in fact, that your uncle, Dr. Montgomery, was designated by your parents as their legal guardian and has been waiting to hear from Mr. Poe.” the woman said.

“Dr. Montgomery? I’ve never heard of him.” Klaus remarked.

“Jacquelyn, what are you doing here?” Mr. Poe asked confused.

“This man is Dr. Montgomery’s assistant, Gustav, who was sent here by Dr. Montgomery to inquire about when the children would arrive,” she replied.

Gustav simply nodded and gave both Baudelaires a small smile. “It’s lovely to make your acquaintance, children.”

Klaus and Sunny looked from the adults to Justice Strauss, who looked like she was about to cry. She smiled at each child and first hugged Klaus and then Klaus handed her Sunny, so she too, could get a proper hug from the judge. “Mr. Poe is right,” she said sadly looking down at Sunny and then at Klaus. “He has to respect your parents’ wishes. Don’t you want to do what your parents wanted, children?”

Klaus and Sunny pictured their loving parents and wish more than ever that the fire had never occurred. Never, never had they felt so alone. They wanted very badly to live with this kind and generous woman, but they both knew deep down that it simply could not be done.

“I guess you’re right, Justice Strauss,” Klaus said finally as Justice Strauss handed him back his baby sister. “We will miss you very much.”

Justice Strauss wiped tears from her eyes. “I will miss you, too.”

Klaus frowned and looked to the three other adults. “Are you sure we can’t make an exception?”

Jacquelyn shook her head. “There is a vigorously fixed destination that your parents had in mind for you and it’s not with Count Olaf or Justice Strauss.”

Justice Strauss gave one big group hug to the two Baudelaire orphans. “Goodbye children. I wish you two the best in life.”

Klaus and Sunny were trying their best to hold back tears. “Thank you, Justice Strauss.”

“Bye-bye,” Sunny said waving at the judge. And with that Justice Strauss walked out of her neighbor's house with tears in her eyes.

While Mr. Poe and the two other adults continued talking about where the two children were going to stay tonight, Klaus excused himself and Sunny from the conversation and made their way back to their room. He quickly packed up their things as Sunny looked around in confusion at the random first-aid supplies that were thrown across the room and the blood that was stained on Klaus’ shoes.

“Nocere?” she asked as she handed him his shoes, which probably meant, “Did that fucker hurt you?”

Klaus frowned. “No. When I tried to rescue you, I injured myself and I guess I didn’t notice just how much blood I lost.”

Klaus lied to protect his sister. He didn’t want her to know the demons that would now haunt him. She was too young. She hadn’t even had a childhood, yet. If the authorities ever do catch up with Olaf, he hoped Sunny would forget everything that happened this past week and be able to move on with her life.  He didn’t want her to suffer the way he did. If he can shelter her from any extra pain or misery that will befall them, then in a way he is keeping his promise to his parents. He didn’t know what the future held for the two of them and he did not know whether or not Count Olaf would be back. But he did know that he was all she had. He was going to do everything in his power to keep her safe from the treachery of the world.

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Lemony watched as the two children piled into Mr. Poe’s car. He was actually smiling. He knew that somehow Olaf got away but he hoped that Olaf wouldn’t be as lucky as he was and would be captured soon. Lemony watched as Mr. Poe drove away with the two Baudelaire children. Lemony, too, did not know what the future held for those two children or himself or his daughter but he did know that he had done good today. He had saved Beatrice’s children from that terrible man. It was a small win, but it was something. Maybe now he could focus solely on figuring out the cause of the fire.

Before Lemony could start up his taxi, Jacquelyn knocked on his window. He rolled down the window after putting sunglasses on. “You did good, Snicket,” she said smiling.

“Thank you,” he said. “Where’s Gustav?”

“He’s headed back home. Mr. Poe is going to deliver the children to Dr. Montgomery’s in the morning.”

He sighed. “They’re going to be indicted into VFD, aren’t they.”

She bit her lip. “Possibly. That’s up to Monty now. He is aware of Beatrice and Bertrand’s wishes…”

“So there’s a chance that he won’t?”

She shrugged. “VFD is a better option than Olaf.”

“That’s just picking the lesser of two evils.”

She shrugged again. “Sometimes life is like that, Snicket.”

“Well, I’ve done my part. Keep in touch if you ever need anything.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Are you sure you don’t need a ride home.”

“I’m good but thank you. I’m actually going to raid the house see if I can’t find anything important.”

“Suit yourself,” Lemony said as he drove off.

Lemony drove off in silence thinking that this story was over. I am here to inform that the story has only just begun. I would love to happily type up the words 'the end' but let's be real here, there's another...twelve editions...to this story to go and even The End will not be finished with the phrase 'the end'. This is something Lemony should have seen coming because he, himself, knew that no story has a true beginning or end. They were all woven into one massive story. And each smaller stories are simple interjections from the larger ones. Because the tale of Lemony Snicket does not end here. The tale of Violet Snicket does not end here. And the tale of the two plucky, unfortunate Baudelaire orphans does not end here.

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