#klaus baudelaire x y/n

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Affectionate girl |Headcanon

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 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑒. 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 𝑡���𝑒 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 𝑜𝑛𝑒 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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[onlyfreds]

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. 

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[agaypanic]

First off your username is a whole ass mood, also, could I request a fic with Klaus Baudelaire? Their on the Qeequeg and reader gets jealous of Fiona and her flirting with klaus. I’m a whore for Klaus Baudelaire

Guess (Klaus Baudelaire X GN!Reader)

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Summary: Y/n has been with the Baudelaires since they showed up on Monty’s doorstep. When they board the Queequeg, Y/n can’t help the jealousy overcome when Fiona gets a little too close to Klaus.

A/N: I can’t remember the exact plot of the grim grotto, so in this they’re all just kinda hanging out on the Queequeg ig lol

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If you had asked Y/n L/n where they saw themself in a few months, they wouldn’t have guessed all the unfortunate events they and the Baudelaires had experienced. Bouncing from guardian to guardian, only tagging along with the Baudelaires because the late Dr. Montgomery Montgomery, their own guardian, was tragically murdered and coincidentally wanted Y/n to be taken care of by the also late Josephine Anwhistle. Being chased down by a homicidal, overgrown theater kid after the Baudelaire fortune. 

They also wouldn’t have guessed their current predicament, being stuck in a submarine captained by a teenager. Her name was Fiona Widdershins. She had become captain of the Queeqeug ever since her stepfather got a distress call from a manatee. She was looking for a sugar bowl, the same one that the Baudelaire’s former guardian Esme Squalor was after. 

She was also very captivating, especially to a certain Baudelaire. And it pissed Y/n off.

Klaus wasn’t theirs; they knew that. Y/n was constantly reminded of that. But watching as he and Fiona worked closely together to locate the sugar bowl, flirty remarks from her every now and then, Y/n couldn’t stop the jealousy from overcoming them.

“He doesn’t even know her,” Y/n muttered as she watched the two laugh at a joke from afar. 

“You know,” Y/n was startled by Violet’s sudden presence beside them, “You could tell him how you feel. It would be better than moping around, watching the two of them.”

“Absolutely not.” Y/n shook the ridiculous idea away. “That would end in disaster.”

“How so?”

“When Klaus rejects me-”

“He won’t.”

“Fine. If he rejects me, we’ll still be stuck together in a submarine until God knows when. And the situation’s awkwardness would be so suffocating that I would jump out into the sea to escape it.”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic.” Violet laughed at the visual of Y/n’s words. “Klaus won’t reject you, Y/n. I know it.”

“Then why is he flirting with Fiona right in front of us like that?”

“He probably doesn’t see it as flirting, just regular conversation. Klaus may be book smart, but he’s not exactly versed in things like relationships.”

Y/n knew this was true. They had known the Baudelaires long enough to know that they weren’t very experienced when it came to romantic feelings. Most of the experience they did have was from the people they had encountered when their unfortunate events had first started to occur.

“Whatever, I’m still not gonna tell him.”

“Tell who what?” Y/n was again startled by another Baudelaire sibling, Klaus. It seemed that Fiona had gone to steer the submarine in the needed direction, because she was out of the room. 

“Actually, we were talking about-” Y/n put their hand over Violet’s mouth to stop her from exposing them.

“Nothing!” Y/n had said that louder than they intended to. They cleared their throat. “We weren’t talking about anything.”

Klaus gave Violet a look. Y/n couldn’t decipher what the look meant, he looked confused, but there was some kind of message in his eyes. Violet apparently knew the message because she made up some excuse to leave.

“I’ll go check on Sunny.” She left quickly, leaving Klaus and Y/n alone in the room.

“Shouldn’t you go back to Fiona?” Y/n immediately hit themself mentally for the question. Why did they feel the need to bring Fiona up now that she and Klaus had finally taken a break from flirting with each other?

“Why would I go back to Fiona?” Klaus looked even more confused. Y/n couldn’t help rolling their eyes.

“Why wouldn’t you? You two were flirting and close together so much that I’m half surprised you didn’t start kissing right there.” Why was Y/n digging themself into an even deeper hole?

Klaus laughed.

Why the hell was he laughing?

“Y/n, are you jealous?” He asked, looking intently at them. They averted their eyes, knowing that looking at him would reveal everything. They didn’t feel like jumping out of the submarine right now.

“That’s absurd.” They scoffed. “Public displays of affection are just disgusting, that’s all.” Klaus laughed again.

“Disgusting? Really?” He took Y/n’s hands in his, making them look at him. “Y/n, there was nothing affectionate about my conversations with Fiona.”

“Maybe not on your side, but she seemed to think differently.”

“Why do you care so much?”

“I don’t want to see some girl flirting with the guy I like. Is that such a crime?” Y/n started punching themself on the inside again. Klaus looked pleasantly surprised.

“Last time I checked, it’s not.” Y/n couldn’t understand why he was being so cheeky. “If it makes you feel any better, though, I have it on good authority that the guy you like isn’t interested in Fiona.”

Oh. 

“Oh, um… Is the guy I like interested in anyone?” Y/n asked. They had a feeling where this was going, but you could never be too sure about these kinds of things. Klaus nodded.

“Yes, he seems to like a particular someone.”

“And that is?”

Klaus moved closer to Y/n, leaning down. Their lips were so close to touching yet so far.

“Guess.”

#klaus baudelaire #klaus baudelaire x reader #asoue x reader #asoue #a series of unfortunate events #a series of unfortunate events x reader #agaypanic

[svttingz]

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

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“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.

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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.

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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.

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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 !!

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[deadolloading]

Solicitudes

Presentación de mi perfil, lo que escribo, reglas.

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Mi blog es totalmente en contenido en español, esto es debido a que no se mucho de inglés y hasta que no lo aprenda en su totalidad, no haré contenido en inglés.

El contenido de mi perfil apunta específicamente a todo lo relacionado con fanfics, pequeños escritos míos, etc. Igualmente los fanfics van del famoso Character x Reader o como el famoso Character x T/N.

Personas de cualquier edad, genero, creencia o nacionalidad ¡Es completamente bienvenido! Ya que mi contenido va para todo público ya que me incomoda escribir cualquier cosa NSFW, por lo que todo mi contenido es SFW, en caso de ser lo contrario se pide que no interactúen con esa publicación.

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Soy muy imaginativo con headcanons, escenarios/drabbles y es posible que veas mucho de eso en mi perfil, pero nada de fanfics o one-shots y tendrás que esperar mucho tiempo para que haga uno.

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Solo puede escribir de 2 a 3 personajes a la vez.

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Tengo todo el derecho a rechazar una solicitud, especialmente si rompe con las reglas que ya tengo.

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[velvetshowcartoon]

Asoue x Gender Neutral reader insert, Prufrock Preparatory School.

Y/N and Her Siblings, the baudelaires walked down the hallway with their new school uniforms, Y/N had put their hair in a (Favorite Hairstyle) despite everyone looking exactly the same.

The students in the hallway looked at them, Y/N was getting irritated, but decided to act based off her irritation. "Why are they looking at us?" Klaus asked, Violet looked at them, "Maybe because we're new" She responded, placing Sunny on the couch across from the principal's office, Y/N sat on the couch, looking at the clock.

Then a girl with curly red hair and a cursed light pink dress walked in front of us, her shoes making a loud tap whenever she walked or run or skipped. "My name is Carmelita Spat and I'm am going to give you a tour" She spoke, Y/N's expression became blank, "Oh Hell No, I'd rather get lost than be with your preppy ass" Y/N spoke harshly to Carmelita. Her eyes widened as she went to say something back, but Violet said "My name is Violet Baudelaire, and these are my siblings, Klaus, Sunny and..Y/N" Violet basically took the attention off of Y/N, Carmelita says "Yeah, the one who their parents died in the fire, and are now Orphans..." Carmelita says Mockingly, Y/N went up to her with a angry look but Klaus held her back.

Then the Tour began.....

Y/N's POV:

After the seemingly torturing tour, the Baudelaires finally arrived at the principal's office again, Carmelita smiled as she knocked on the door, the awful Violin sound stopped as the principal loudly walked to the door.

The door opened and the principal, it is a old man with the forehead of a igloo, Carmelita said, "Hey, the Orphans arrived late, they got lost" I was fuming. "Actually you were literally going slow as a turtle giving us a tour!!" I yelled, then Klaus covered my mouth. "Thank you Carmelita, such a sweet girl, she has two living parents" The principal spoke harshly at the end, I scoffed as he ordered us to go into his office.

I decided to stand as my sibling sat down on some wooden chairs, "Y/N, I would like you to sit while the PRINCIPAL is talking to you." The Principal said, "You cna talk to me as I am standing up and I ain't sitting in front of you while your teeth is literally decaying" I said, I smirked as he sat down embarassed.

He then told us we had to go sleep in a shed, a small one at that.

.....

[cannibalizedyke]

Don't Say Anything At All

Klaus Baudelaire x ADHD!Reader

Request: I've never done this before but can I request a Klaus Baudelaire x Reader who has ADHD? Like their mind works faster than their mouth and they can be loud and obnoxious but also feel insecure about it? You can ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable or anything :)

Gender: Not specified

Warnings: None, this is pure fluff :)

Word Count: 969

A/N: Y'all I am so sorry. Stuff's been really rough for me this past few months so I have just not been able to write :(( I know I say this every time I post and every time I disappear into the void without another fic, but I really do want to start writing more regularly. I love writing and I think it'll be good for my mental health, and I just wanna give you guys more content! I'm trying to get around to the requests I have right now even though they're months old and the requesters have probably longgg forgotten about them (sorry again), but my requests are still open so if you got something feel free to send it in. I'd prefer you not send it anonymously - this hasn't been a requirement before and I will still write anon requests, but since I cannot be trusted to get around to requests in a reasonable amount of time, I'd prefer to have your username so I can tag you in the fic. (This is so if it takes me months to get around to your request, you can still see it when I eventually do write it.) I really do love you all, and I hope you enjoy this fic!!

You knock on the door, bouncing slightly on your heels. You bite your lip anxiously as you skim over the paper you wrote. The content is good, you think, but Klaus will have to look over it to check for any distraction-induced mistakes. You feel like a nuisance bothering him over things like this, but you’ve learned time and time again that if he doesn’t check your work you’ll miss some tiny mistake that’s a little more than tiny to your professor and take your grade down a letter or two.

It takes only a moment for Klaus to answer your knocking, a small smile on his face when he sees you outside his house. “(Y/N)!” he says, glancing at the papers in your hand. “You need me to check, I assume?”

You nod nervously, hoping he’s not too bothered by the request. You know it’s silly; Klaus is always happy to help you with whatever you need, but everyone else seems to be annoyed by the trouble you have with what they consider to be simple tasks, and you can’t help being afraid Klaus will someday start to agree with them.

“All right,” he says kindly, taking the papers from you and leading you to his room. He flicks the light on and takes a seat at his desk, grabbing a red pen to make revisions with. He tilts his head over to his bed. “You can have a seat, if you want. There’s no need to stand awkwardly by the door.” His tone is teasing, not judgmental, and you grin before sitting in a cross-legged position.

“Thanks.” You bite your lip and crane your neck in an attempt to catch a glimpse of your paper, but you can’t see from behind Klaus, so you give up and draw your attention to his bookshelves. “Have you read all of these?” you wonder aloud.

“Mhm,” he hums in response, still focused on your paper. “I’ve read a few of them more than once.”

“Wow,” you breathe. “I mean, I read a lot, too - I’ve read most of the books I own, as well as some I’ve only borrowed, but I don’t own nearly as many as you do, and I don’t think my taste is as broad as yours. I mean, I see fantasy, historical fiction, realistic fiction, non-fiction - you have everything on your shelves! I usually stick to fantasy or science fiction - I just get bored with the realistic stuff, you know? I’ve already got enough of reality in reality - I don’t need to read about it. Not that it’s bad that you read other stuff! It’s good, really, you’re doing better than me, to be honest; I wish I could read those other things. I just - “ You stop, realizing you’ve been rambling. “Sorry,” you say, lowering your voice. “I should shut up.”

“No, no,” Klaus says, getting up from his spot at his desk and sitting beside you. “Don’t shut up, I like when you talk.” He nudges you with a smile. “And there’s nothing wrong with having a specific taste in books.”

You look at him, a blush covering your face that you hope he doesn’t notice. Most people hate hearing you talk; they say they can never get a word in and all you do is ramble. For someone - especially Klaus - to not only enjoy your rambling, but care enough to respond to what you were rambling about, is something you don’t think you’ll ever get used to. “Th- thank you.”

He looks a little confused at the expression of gratitude. “Of course. Oh, and I finished looking over your paper,” he says, getting up to grab it before sitting back down. “It’s really good - all of your points are excellent and cohesive, and I really like the wording of all of it. There are just a few spots with some minor grammar and spelling mistakes, nothing too hard to revise.”

You nod. You know you should feel proud of what you did well, but all you can feel is failure making a home out of your stomach. “Sorry. I know they’re silly mistakes to make, I just get really caught up in what I’m writing about and forget stuff like that. I’m trying to do better about it. I just wish I wasn’t such an idiot.” You look at your lap, fiddling with your fingers as you avoid Klaus’s gaze.

Klaus frowns and tilts your head up gently so you’re forced to look at him. “Hey, don’t apologize. Having trouble with grammar and spelling doesn’t make you an idiot. You’re actually really smart, and this paper you wrote is a prime example of that. Don’t beat yourself up over small things. This paper is really, really good, and I know you’re gonna get an amazing grade on it.” He looks at you nervously before placing a hasty kiss on your lips.

You blink, mouth slightly open in surprise.

He turns red and looks away, stuttering. “I- I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. Please- please don’t let this change anything between us, it was an impulsive thing to do, and I shouldn’t have - “

You cut him off by placing a hand on his cheek and kissing him back. “It’s okay. I liked it.”

Now it’s Klaus’s turn to gape. “I- I… really like you, (Y/N)” he confesses, voice hushed.

A smile stretches across your face. “I really like you, too, Klaus,” you respond with a giggle.

Klaus returns the smile. “A- all right, then. Nice. Cool.” He gives you a pained expression. “Can you tell that I don’t know what to say?”

You laugh and cup his face with both hands. “Then don’t say anything at all, dummy.” And you kiss him again.

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What are older sisters for?

Violet Baudelaire x sister!reader

It was late afternoon, you and your 3 siblings had decided it would be a nice day to visit the beach. 

You were the second youngest out of you, Sunny, Klaus and Violet so as an instinct, your older siblings felt like they had to protect you and Sunny. This made you feel safe knowing that your siblings would never intentionally let you get harmed and that they would always try their best to not let you get harmed at all. 

Your favourite out of your brothers and sisters had to be Violet. You both had a massive sister bond which meant that you and her were extremely close. A lot of the time, you couldn't even sleep without Violet by your side and you would always try to engage in activities Violet was doing, much to your parents dismay. 

And this afternoon was one of those afternoon's where your sibling bond came in handy. You watched as Violet used her ribbon to tie up her hair, making it look perfect, and then continued what she was previously doing. 

You put your hand into your dress pocket and pulled out a ribbon, which was similar to Violet's, and tried to tie up your hair the way she did. But after a few attempts, you gave up, huffing in an annoyed tone. This caught Violet's attention as she turned her head to look at you, chucking when she spotted the ribbon in your hands. The exact ribbon that she had lost 2 weeks ago. She walked over to you and sat down beside you. 

"Would you like some help with that (Y/n/n)?" she asks you softly, making you nod in return. 

She gave you a sincere smile and positioned you infront of her, taking the ribbon and carefully taking her time to tie your hair up with it. When she had made sure that it was good enough for you, she took out a small pocket mirror and gave it to you, letting you see how you looked. 

You gave her a hug, "Thank you Violet!"

"Anytime (Y/n), after all, what are older sister's for?"

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Can't Help Falling in Love

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ASoUE REWRITE - Season 1; The Miserable Mill - Part V

⇢ Klaus x Reader⇠

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    Insomnia, if you have been fortunate enough to have never heard of it, is the ability or lack thereof to fall asleep and remain asleep, most commonly due to psychological turmoil and anxiety. One might be suffering from insomnia if they have a big test coming up, maybe a beloved pet went missing, or perhaps a treasured friend and brother had returned from the optometrist acting quite strange and unusual.

    This could be said for Violet Baudelaire and Y/n L/n. They did not have an important exam coming up - not yet anyway, nor did they recently misplace a pet near and dear to their heart. But each girl was terribly worried about their friend and brother, who had recently returned from the optometrist and was acting quite strange and unusual.

    Violet plucked another flake of sawdust from her sister's head when she heard shuffling, followed by a disgruntled sigh from the bunk below.

    "Can't sleep either?"

    Y/n sighed, shifting onto her side to face Violet up above. She could just barely see her from above Klaus' bunk, though she tried not to focus on him.

    "No." She whispered. "Is Sunny asleep, at least?"

    Violet looked to her sleeping sister and smiled weakly.

    "Yes. I'm grateful, today has been awfully tiring for all of us, and I'm glad she is able to get some sleep."

    "Me too." Y/n said. "I can only imagine how tired she must be, what with all the biting she's done today."

    It was quiet for a moment, and Y/n spoke, hoping she wasn't crossing a line.

    "I don't blame you one bit for being concerned about Klaus. Truthfully, I am worried as well."

    "It's just that, our parents made me promise to always look out for Klaus. But I didn't. He wanted to leave and I made him stay. And now he's acting strange and unusual. It's all my fault."

    "Violet, I do hope I'm not overstepping my boundaries here. I only mean well, but don't you think you might be a little hard on yourself? That seems like an awfully big weight for a fourteen-year-old, to be responsible for what happens to your siblings. Though I do suppose I understand, having siblings myself. But my point is, the burden of motherhood falls on young girls such as ourselves and we are often blamed for how our siblings turn out when we were the ones who stepped in to help when our parents failed to do so when the fact is we are only still children ourselves."

    It is silent again in the lumber worker's dorm, apart from Norma Rae's snoring, and Jimmy's mumbling, and for a moment Y/n fears Violet is angry at her. She prepares for the worst when suddenly her friend speaks.

    "I suppose so. But that doesn't mean I'm not always going to look after my siblings,"

    Y/n shook her head immediately.

    "Nor should it."

    "It sounds like you know an awful lot about this."

    Y/n's eyes stared blankly ahead as she thought back to the years of her early youth.

    "I do," she mumbled. "My parents traveled frequently, and even when they were home they scarcely had time for us. Whenever B/N or S/N needed something, I'd have to fetch it for them. It was up to me to entertain them, feed them, dress them, bathe them, teache them, watch out for them. I was their mother more than I was their sister, and truthfully I resented it. Not them of course, I loved them and it wasn't their fault."

    Violet listened intently, her heart hurting for her friend.

    "What I'm saying is Violet, I don't blame you one bit for whatever is happening, nor do I believe Sunny would blame you either. Or even Klaus. And don't forget, I'm here to help in any way I can."

    For the first time that day, a smile broke out on Violet's face. She slowly turned her small cramped bed to look at her friend down below in the adjoining bunk.

    "Thank you, Y/n. Thank you for being such a good friend."

    Y/n's smile rivaled Violet's and the two girls nodded in understanding. Not long after that, with the strengthened sense of friendship and comfort, the two girls had fallen fast asleep.

    That was until,

    "Get up, lumber laborers." Bellowed the foreman's voice from the intercom. "Lucky Smell has no time for dawdling."

    Y/n, Violet, and Sunny all stirred from their beds, rubbing the sleep from their eyes. Y/n and Violet had been in fact, lucky enough to catch a few hours before they were awoken. Y/n mindlessly sat up, and threw her legs over the side of her bed and began slipping on her shoes and socks, just as any other day. But her ears perked when she heard the next few words from the intercom.

    "Klaus Baude-liar, would you like to get out of bed this instant?"

    Y/n watched blind sighted as the boy before her, abruptly rose from his bed where he had not moved since the previous night. He looked wide awake. And he smiled.

    "Yes, sir."

    Y/n rose to her feet and shook Violet awake, keeping her eye on the boy. The brunette stirred awake and looked at her friend groggily.

    "Y/n? What is it?"

    "It's Klaus. He's-"

    But before she could utter another word, the screech of the intercom interrupted her.

    "Would you like to bring your baby sister?"

    Y/n's eyes widened and they darted to Sunny, who had been so exhausted from debarking logs with her four teeth, had slept through all the raucous. A word which here means, a very loud lumber worker's dorm filled with the sounds of bustling people and the terribly loud shouts coming from the intercom. Before she could stop him, Klaus left his bed on the opposite side and grabbed poor little Sunny.

    "Sunny!" Y/n cried, running after the boy. "Klaus, what are you doing?"

    In all the commotion, Violet had managed to jump out of bed and as quickly as she could, began slipping on her shoes though not without wondering how Y/n had done it so quickly. No sooner was she able to slip her way through the crowd of fellow lumber workers and catch up to Y/n, who had seen him enter the lumber mill.

    "Lucky boy," called the foreman from the speaker. "It's wood chipper time. Would you like to make some mulch?"

    "Klaus?" Y/n called, quickly following the boy up the stairs, where he had already started making mulch.

    It was at that moment that Sunny let out a series of intelligible shrieks. Only this time, not a single person could make out what she was saying, not even her siblings, not to mention the young survivalist. But she knew well enough the poor young Baudelaire wanted out of her brother's arms. She reached the top of the metal staircase and quickly brought Sunny into the safety of her arms.

    "Klaus! Stop this now, you're frightening us," Y/n urged.

    Klaus did not answer but merely continued his current lumbering task in an unusual silence.

    "Klaus, what is going on?" Violet pressed.

    The bespectacled Baudelaire boy carried on with his task of turning lumber into mulch, still not uttering a single syllable. And the three children opposite him watched in great sadness as each scrap of wood was chucked into the woodchipper, feeling as if their hopes were being thrown inside the chipper as well, and immediately torn to shreds.

    Violet stepped forward towards her brother to stop him from throwing another piece of lumber into the woodchipper and looked at him with a pleading gaze.

    "Stop it, and we can leave." She offered, much to Y/n's dismay.

    The young L/n child's heart fell at the proposition, even though she had no intention of intervening. She was of course in full support of breaking Klaus from his unusual behavior, and whatever he and his siblings would choose to do thereafter, but she couldn't deny her disappointment.

    If you've ever found yourself in a position where you are alone, or in an environment surrounded by unpleasant and or people you share no interests or commonalities - whether it be a different taste in genre or very fickle depression that prevents you from maintaining relationships, maybe even a significant age difference with the people around you, because you are a child working in a lumber mill with several adults, like Y/n L/n, was - then you might be saddened to hear this. To have made such fast, and good friends with three wonderful children of varying ages that share like experiences with you, only to have one of them disappear for an entire day, and come back acting strange, and then plan on leaving you behind. It was all very overwhelming, after all.

    "Lucky Smells is our life," Klaus replied rather bleakly. "Lucky Smells is our home,"

    "No, it's not," Violet argued, unaware of the suspicious look crossing Y/n's face at the all too familiar statement. "A home is where people take care of you, not make you work in a mill for gum. I should have listened to you when you wanted to go. If you're still in there, I want you to know I miss you. An inordinate amount."

    The moment Violet uttered the words, Klaus got a very funny look on his face, as is he were waking from a dream. He blinked several times before he fell into a squint, trying hard to discern where he was. When he realized where he was and what he was doing, he shut the machine down. Phil, who had been passing by and caught Violet's words, stopped and smiled up at the children.

    "'Inordinate?'", he giggled merrily. "What the heck does that mean?"

    Klaus instinctively smiled, and had he been wearing his glasses he would have pushed them up by the bridge in his usual manner.

    "It can mean many things, immoderate, irregular," Klaus trailed off, looking at his older sister. "but in this case, I think it means you miss me a lot."

    Violet smiled widely, a smile larger than she had in a long while. As did Sunny and Y/n.

    "Klaus, you're back!" Violet cried, a great wave of relief washing over her.

    Klaus chuckled and tilted his head.

    "Where was I?" He wiggled his toes and looked down at the floor to see that the only thing covering his feet were his socks. "And where are my shoes?"

    "You left them at the dorm," answered Y/n. "We were awfully worried about you."

    Klaus felt his heart sink at her concern, and he only then realized what strife he had inadvertently caused his sisters and friend.

    "I'm sorry I caused any worry," Klaus said earnestly. "But to be perfectly honest, I'm not sure what's going on any more than you do."

    "Teefca," Sunny said, meaning "We're just glad you are alright now."

    "Me too, Sunny." Klaus smiled.

    "Klaus," Y/n said, a thoughtful look in her eye as the gears turned in her brain. "What's the last thing you remember?"

    Klaus thought about this a great deal, realizing just how fuzzy everything had become. It dawned on him how serious it was when he realized just how much time he was missing.

    "I was with Phil, in the waiting room. Dr. Orwell showed up, and everything kind of blends together after that." The growl of his stomach grabbed his attention, and he brought a hand over his abdomen. "Didn't we just have lunch?"

    Violet and Y/n shared a concerned look before glancing back at Klaus worried.

    "Klaus, that was yesterday," Violet said worriedly. "We didn't see you again until after lights out. You were acting very strange."

    A harsh screech filled the dusty air, quite abruptly interrupting their conversation, and the even worse sound of foreman Flucatano speaking followed.

    "Baude-liars!" He barked, grabbing their attention quite rudely. "Go to the very fancy door. You have visitors."

    The Baudelaire children were filled with an odd, flickering sense of hope at the words. They did not know why especially considering their vastly unfortunate luck in the recent episodes of their lives. Sunny babbled, reaching for Violet, and Y/n immediately complied, handing her over to her sister's waiting arms.

    Together, they descended the stairs and Y/n watched them forlorn. A word which here meant, a sense of dread and worry for her friends, sensing something dreadful was around the corner and knowing there was nothing she could do to stop it. Klaus turned to her briefly, and upon noticing her look of forlorn, he offered a weak reassuring smile.

    "We'll be right back, it'll be okay."

    If you, like thousands of people, have what is called arachnophobia - a profound fear of spiders - then you might know the great and festering feeling of dread and fear. And if you were to find one, lurking in your bathtub, per se, and were too afraid to dispose of it, you might ask a friend or relative to do so. And perhaps when you left the room to fetch them, you, like thousands of others who have experienced such a terrible fate at least once in their lives, will return to find the spider is gone. It's a terrible, painstaking experience, to know a threat is nearby, but unable to stop it. You feel helpless.

    Much like how Y/n felt at this moment. She nodded at Klaus, not out of feeling reassured. Like one might, had their friend or relative returned from the bathroom to tell you they had disposed of the spider plaguing your plumbing. But she nodded, ruefully accepting the fate placed before her, and sick, plunging feeling of fear from not knowing. Not knowing what was to become of her and her friends as they left for the very fancy door.

    What she didn't know, was that Klaus was half right. They would be back, but it would be far from okay.

    The Baudelaires disappeared from her field of vision when they existed the lumber mill, and Y/n's sense of fear only grew. She was faced with two options; get back to work and hope her friends would return, or she could follow them discreetly, assuring that everything would, in fact, be okay.

    Y/n, being the skilled survivalist she was, went with the latter. She exited the platform in the direction of her usual station, the board stamper, and when she was positive no one was watching - especially foreman Flucatano - she slipped behind a stack of finished wooden planks. As she had discovered rather quickly in her time at the mill, behind their outgoing stack of lumber, there was a rather snug route to safely sneak away and outside without being seen. This is where she typically went to eat her lunch, the scraps she saved during dinner. But this time, she was quick and agile enough to navigate the dangerous machinery and sneak outside unnoticed.

    She found herself in the usual spot outside the mill, but on the opposite side from where she wanted to be. No matter for her, as she was quite adept at adapting. She navigated around the warehouse with ease and followed the footsteps of her friends. Y/n found shelter behind one of many stacks of outgoing lumber. She could not see them, and she was much too certain from where she stood, if she were to peak, someone would surely see her. But it wasn't difficult to imagine their expressions based on their tone.

    "But who is visiting us?" Asked Klaus, sounding rather confused.

    "Oh, I don't know," Charles answered, sounding as if he had brushed the question and their concern away. "But they can't come inside, because that would be trespassing and then they would be put to work. But, I can tell you they are just on the other side of that very fancy door."

    No more words were said in following, but Y/n did hear the sound of work boots traveling across the bark chips and she then deemed it safe enough to look. Peering around, ever so slowly she noticed three things; her friends, the Baudelaires heading away from her, Charles with his back turned to her watching the three orphans, and what was indeed a very fancy door in which the Baudelaires were headed.

    Their trip to the very fancy door was a short one, but it did not feel that way to the Baudelaires or Y/n L/n for that matter. It was a moment filled with anticipation, and dread which is exactly what made this moment stretch on for a small eternity, and all for good reason, too. The doors opened slowly, revealing-

    I am dreadfully sorry if I have caused you any frustration or dismay by interrupting this woeful tale, but I promise you it is for your own good. I beg of you, put down this story right now and leave the Baudelaires with their small victory of fleeing Captain Sham, and finding solace in the company of their new friend. By doing so, you are gifted with the ability to imagine that they lived the rest of their lives in a series of unencumbered experiences. Not unbridled by wretchedness and disasters like their previous endeavors. Because what you are about to read, should you continue, is exactly what you will find, I'm afraid.

    I encourage you to imagine something far better than what really happened that day. You could imagine that the woman on the other side of that set of very fancy doors was the Duchess of Winnipeg that had come to throw the Baudelaires and their good friend Y/n a pony party at her chateau. Or you could pretend that she is a butler with a tray of blueberry pancakes, or a loving parent that you thought you'd never see again. But if you choose to read on, let me warn you, the misery does not end here.

    In fact, I visited Paltryville myself, many years later. It was long after the Lucky Smells Lumbermill had closed its doors and Dr. Orwell's office had fallen into despair. Of course, it was not originally an optometrists office at all, but the headquarters of a secret organization.

    That is where I learned what happened to Klaus Baudelaire. Poor, poor Klaus Baudelaire. It's enough to make you want to abandon civilization and live by a pond, but if you choose to look this misery in the eye, you should be asking one question. It's the same question that the Baudelaires should have asked, and my beloved Beatrice on the day that she died and that question is;

    The pink figure in Klaus's blurred vision slowly came into view as she placed his freshly repaired glasses onto his face. It was a woman, two women in fact. One of them Dr. Orwell herself. The other wore a rather convincing wig - though of course not convincing enough to fool the Baudelaires and Y/n who had watched the scene unfold astonished - a bodysuit under the blinding pink outfit that gave off the illusion of certain physical traits and a rather heavy face of makeup. The woman, who was in fact, not a woman at all but a ghastly villain in yet another disguise, smiled, revealing several lipstick stains on her many crooked teeth.

    Where is Count Olaf?

    "My, my, my, my, my," purred the fake secretary, with a most wicked grin. "Aren't you a... lucky boy."

    The same ghostly smile Klaus had worn the night before returned to his face and he nodded slowly.

    "Yes, sir."

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    You might be wondering what will become of the Baudelaires and Y/n L/n, and you might not and I would not blame you. But I cannot in good conscious end this miserable chapter without providing you with all the details in their egregious encounters at this miserable mill. Only minutes before the arrival of Count Olaf, unbeknownst to the orphaned friends who were in the mill attempting to break Klaus from his trance, Sir received a very suspicious phone call.

    "Lucky Smells lumbermill," He barked, listening to the mysterious voice on the other line. "Yeah, this is he."

     "..."

     "The Baudelaire orphans working at the mill? Well, that's ridiculous!"

    Now, you might or might not be wondering about the identity of the mysterious caller who rang to inquire about the Baudelaires. I've conducted extensive research and all that I can tell you is whoever it was,

    "Now who is this?" Barked Sir, awaiting an answer that would never come. "...Hello?"

    They were of no help whatsoever.

    The banker on the other end hastily hangs up his phone, eliciting a long string of violent coughs. He picks up his pen and crosses off the words Lucky Smells Lumber Mill on his list of nearby locations.

    "Let's see what's next on the list," chirped Mr. Poe, with misguided optimism.

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hi can i req a quigley quagmire x fem reader fic?? maybe has something to do with him being jealous + lots of fluff <33

Jealousy Gets You Nowhere (Quigley Quagmire X Reader)

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Summary: Quigley doesn’t like the fact that Y/n and Klaus are friends.

A/N: AU where the Baudelaires and Quagmires aren’t orphans lol

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Quigley Quagmire, like his siblings, always tried to stay optimistic. He believed that looking for a light would prevent you from getting lost in darkness. He was very trusting, quick to make new friends.

So it surprised you when your boyfriend didn’t seem to like one of your new friends, Klaus Baudelaire, that much.

You thought they would’ve gotten along perfectly. They were both interested in learning, especially about niche subjects. They were highly intelligent. Duncan and Isadora seemed to take a liking to Klaus, and usually the Quagmire triplets made pretty similar decisions when it came to who to befriend and trust.

Luckily, Klaus didn’t seem to notice. He didn’t notice how quickly Quigley disguised his displeasure when you introduced them to each other. He didn’t mind when Quigley gave a curt nod instead of shaking Klaus’ hand that was reaching out to him. He didn’t voice his confusion when Quigley’s eyes started darting between him and you with anger and accusation.

But you did. You saw it all, but had no idea why he was acting like this. He was just fine before you opened the door for Klaus. It’s not like Klaus was rude to Quigley in any way. But you had to hold back your questions until the Baudelaire boy had left, not wanting to make him feel unwelcome by pointing out Quigley’s behavior.

“Are you okay?” You asked your boyfriend as soon as the front door closed behind Klaus. You turned to see his expression was noticeably brighter.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?” He asked, acting like his entire encounter (or lack thereof) with Klaus hadn’t happened. “Come on, Mom’s making lunch.” He held his hand out for you to take. You sighed before smiling at him. Maybe Quigley was just having an off day and didn’t want to be around a new person. So you decided to let it go.

“Okay.” You took his hand and made your way to the kitchen to see what Mrs. Quagmire was making.

***

If Quigley was having an off day, then he must have been having an off month. Whenever you as much as mentioned Klaus, sourness overtook him, and you had no idea why. But you had a plan to fix it. Klaus had invited you to the library for the afternoon and, with his permission, you dragged Quigley along. You had a feeling that if he knew Klaus would be there, he would make up some excuse to keep the both of you from going. So you decided to just “forget” that little detail.

“Hey, Klaus!” You whispered excitedly to your friend when you spotted him at a table, a small pile of books on it with one open in front of him. He lifted his head to smile at you and your boyfriend.

“Y/n, Quigley! Glad you could make it.” He responded in the same hushed but delighted tone. Quigley pulled out a chair for you to sit in and sat between you and Klaus. Your boyfriend looked at you, irritated that you neglected to tell him that this wasn’t a date to the library but a group hangout with someone he couldn’t seem to stand.

“Sorry we took so long. Quigley needed some convincing to get out of the house.” You said. Klaus waved you off.

“I get that. If I’m being honest, I’m really only here because I’ve read every book in our library.” It amazed you how big of a reader Klaus was. He soaked up every piece of information like a sponge that never stopped expanding.

“Every book?” Quigley asked, arms crossed. He seemed just interested in how Klaus could manage to read so much, but you could tell that he was in disbelief that he could do such a thing. As if it was impossible and Klaus only said it to be impressive.

“It took a while, but yes, every book.” Klaus smiled at your boyfriend, before looking at you. “Speaking of books, I found that one you recommended to me. It’s very interesting so far.”

“I knew you’d like it!” You grinned, seeing that the book you had suggested to Klaus was the one he was reading now. You stood from your seat. “I’ll be right back. I’m gonna grab a book I’ve been looking for.”

“I’ll come with you.” Quigley said eagerly. He stood up and pulled you away from the table and towards the maze of bookcases, despite not knowing what book you were looking for. You started leading the way when he was about to pass the section you knew the book was in. “Why didn’t you tell me he would be here?” Your boyfriend asked with annoyance as he watched you search the shelves.

“You wouldn’t have come if I told you.” You shrugged. “What’s your problem with Klaus, Quigley? He’s been nothing but friendly to you since the start.”

“Oh, and I bet he’s been just friendly to you as well.” Although your back was turned to him, you could feel his eyes roll. You turned around.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Don’t tell me you’re blind, Y/n.” Quigley huffed. When you didn’t budge, he started to do an impression of your friend. “Look at me, I’m so smart. I’ve read every book in my library. I’m such a genius. Oh, Y/n, I love your book recommendations. I’d read every book under the sun if you suggested it because I love words!” You had to hold back a laugh. Sure, it was funny, but this was your friend that Quigley was making fun of.

“He doesn’t sound like that.” You said as you turned back around, trying to find the book you wanted.

“I don’t know. I think I was spot on.” 

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were jealous.” Quigley didn’t respond. Finally spotting the book on a higher shelf, you looked around for a stool to drag over. You set one up and looked at him. “Oh my god, Quigley, you are jealous.”

“No, I’m not.” He rolled his eyes, but he moved to stand beside you when you stood up on the stool. Even though you were balanced, he put a hand on your hip, just in case. 

“I think you are.”

“I’m not.” He said with finality. He glanced up to see you pull out a book. “Did he recommend that to you?” You smiled, taking his hand as you stepped down to the floor.

“Nope.” You turned the book cover to him. “You did.” He looked at the title and it was indeed the book that he was talking to you about earlier that week. He didn’t technically suggest it for you to read, but he knew that you liked trying to show an interest in the things he was interested. 

“Oh…” He didn’t really know what to say now. You squeezed his hand.

“Klaus and I are just friends, Quigley. I only have eyes for you. I’m dating you, after all.”

“I’m sorry.” He said sheepishly.

“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to. Klaus has been nothing but kind, and your jealousy made you a bit of a jerk.” You started to walk back to the table, pulling him with you. “Come on. Time to say sorry.” 

Quigley tugged you back before the two of you could get too far. Wrapping his arm around you, he kissed your forehead before resting his head on yours.

“I’m sorry, N/n. I just don’t like sharing you, I guess.” You smiled.

“It’s okay. You just have to get used to it.” He nodded and the two of you broke apart, hands still interlocked. “And get used to it fast, because I’m having lunch with his sisters tomorrow.” Quigley groaned behind you as you two walked towards the table.

“There’s more of them?”

#quigley quagmire x reader #quigley quagmire #asoue #asoue x reader #a series of unfortunate events #a series of unfortunate events x reader #agaypanic

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thunderstorms and books

Pairing: Klaus Baudelaire x reader

summary: you're scared of thunderstorms so Klaus reads to you

warnings: none pure fluff and very very short story

no authors note :)

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a flash of lightning made you squirm a bit closer to your boyfriend. he wrapped a protective arm around you and said

“you okay?” you nodded against his shoulders

“yeah im fine” you say. ever since you were a little one, you have been terrified of thunderstorms. and since you and the Baudelaire's got stuck on this island, you found that fear growing, which caused you to loose sleep.

“are you sure?” Klaus asked, you nodded again and cuddled into his embrace as you tried to fall asleep. your muscles were tense and your breath was choppy which as you can tell that aint very relaxing. 

“its the storm isnt it?” you looked up at your boyfriend’s worried look.

“no..” another lightning flash made you flinch

“aw, shh its okay” Klaus cooed as he kissed your head.”im here to protect you”  you nodded against his chest. “i promise” he tipped your head up gently and gave you a chaste kiss.

“Im sorry, Klaus. you can go to sleep i will be fine” you say

“dont apologize Y/N, im not going to sleep until you go to sleep” Klaus says while sitting up from the couch bringing you with him

“why dont i read to you?” he asks

“that would be lovely, i would like that a lot” you say as a smile began to grow on your face

Klaus smiled back as he grabbed “the incomplete history” (in the books the book is called a series of unfortunate events soooo im just referring to it as the incomplete history cause thats what it is in the series-)

he wrapped his arm around you as you snuggled closer into him as he began to read from the beginning

“page one,” Klaus began

“we are embarking on a new voyage, and Bertrand insisted we document it in this book we know no book can contain every story in the world, even if the book is long and the world grows smaller everyday. but perhaps many years from now, another set of voyagers will discover this book, and read about the people who came before them, the stories they left behind and this entire series of unfortunate events.” 

as Klaus read each of the words, i felt my eyelids begin to grow heavier as he brought me closer to him as he read and soon enough i would fall asleep without any worries.

that is until Beatrice woke up.

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#klaus baudelaire #klaus baudelaire x reader #asoue #asoue fanfic #a series of unfortunate events

[ongaku-ato-kakikomi]

could i please request an angst to happy ending duncan quagmire x reader where reader feels insecure because duncan has been spending an awful lot of time with violet. is it possible if you could add the scene where violet and duncan were staring at each other at the cafeteria, which makes the reader distant from duncan and thinks that duncan doesn't love her anymore. i'm apologize if this is too specific 🙏, i just love the way you write your works so much.

(A/N): Just in case you haven’t read my rules, I’d like to remind everyone that I only write platonic imagines for kid characters, so I’ve changed the “love” insecurities to “friendship” insecurities instead. I hope this is okay with you and that you’ll still love this.

You take your first steps towards the cafeteria with reddish and puffy cheeks, your hands tight into fists of anger as a glint of embarrassment is shown through your eyes. Duncan Quagmire, the one boy who you consider your best friend, hasn’t showed up at your usual morning meeting by the library’s doors. This is the third time he has ditched you, or rather “forgot”, as he adores to say whenever you confront him about it. Even his sister has been spending relatively less time with you than she used to, and you’re trying your best to not let their new behavior go to your head. 

You walk further down the hall, the cafeteria’s doors coming closer and closer. You try to ignore the mocking snickers from the other students, but it only seems to make your blush worsen. Why did Duncan have to forget you again? It’s already hard enough to be the school’s pariahs when you’re together, you can’t quite go through it if you’re alone, and he knows it. So why has both he and his sister insisted of not showing up for the past week?

You’re not an idiot. You got a suspicion it has to do with the Baudelaires who recently got enrolled at the school. They’re nice, friendly, smart. From the few conversations you’ve had with Klaus and Violet, you think you could even become friends. Hell, you gladly welcomed them and their little sister into your friend group... but as the days went by, and despite Duncan’s best apologies and reassurances, it seems more and more like your “friends” want the new siblings to replace you instead of making them a new addition. 

You stop in front of the closed doors, a shaky sigh escaping your lips, then you walk in. The busy room and the loud screams hide your entrance, your eyes immediately turning towards you and your friends’ usual table in the cafeteria. Your heart sore at the sight of the Baudelaires sitting there with the Quagmires, Klaus and Isadora talking to each other with a bright passion in their faces, while Violet looks down at her lap with a shy smile right as Duncan sends her a warm one.

A thread of jealousy inserts itself in your chest.

You were right. You knew you’d be right. Duncan has given up on your friendship, all to have one with a smarter girl, a prettier girl, a nicer girl. He and his sister found better people to spend their time with, and getting rid of you is apparently the one thing that was stopping them. Why else would they forget about you so easily? 

Violet looks up towards Duncan, her eyes meeting you from afar instead. Her smile disappears to let place to a worried look when she sees the tears on your face, but she barely has time to open her mouth that you’re already turning around and running out. You don’t want anyone to see you like this, but worse of all, you don’t want Duncan to see you like this. It would only prove that you’re weak and undeserving of his friendship... and you sure as hell don’t want your other camarades to witness your tears.

You find a dark cranny in a random hallway, hiding yourself behind a pillar as you try to muffle your sobs through your hands. Why did your parents had to send you to this place? You want nothing but to go back home right now. Where its warm and full of love... you’d give anything to feel your father’s embrace while your mother fixes you up a hot chocolate for comfort.

“(Y/N)?”

You tense up when you hear his voice, looking towards its origine to see Duncan sending you an unreadable look a mere few metres away.

“Leave me alone.” You turn your back at him, crossing your arms over your chest as you hold back another sob. “That’s what you and Isadora want anyway.”

“Is that why you’re crying?” He approaches you, sadness overcoming his eyes. “You think we don’t want you around anymore?”

You give out a scoff, squeezing your arms tighter. “Well, why else would you have left me hanging at the library?”

Realization seems to hit him, a look of guilt taking over his features. “(Y/N), I’m so sorry... I forgot-”

“Yeah, right.” You send him a glare, tears continuing to fall down your cheeks. “You sure like to forget a lot.”

“I’m sorry... the Baudelaires said Sunny was hungry, so we headed straight to the cafeteria.” He reaches out for your shoulder, but he stops when you flinch away. “I... I’m sorry; I... I thought you’d join us.”

Your lips stretch into a hard smile. “Must have missed your telepathic message then.”

“You have the right to be mad...” He manages to take a hold of your hand, squeezing it to stop you from pulling it back from him. “But don’t listen to your head, (Y/N)... the Baudelaires are nice, but you’ve been my best friend since we’ve enrolled here. You really think I’d just want to throw our friendship away like that?”

You look down at his hands holding yours, a lump forming inside your throat as you remember all the hard times you’ve lived through together. A sigh escape your lips, embarrassment taking over your cheeks once more as you refuse to look into his eyes.

“... no...”

He gives out a smile, tilting his head so he can look at your face. “I’m really sorry for the way I’ve been treating you... but if you can forgive me, I’d really like for you to join us.”

You look back at his eyes, hesitation on your features. “Won’t that bother the Baudelaires?”

“You’re kidding, right?” He chuckles, shaking his head. “I think Violet asked twenty times when you’d be joining us. And don’t get me started on all the theories Klaus wants to share with you...”

You manage to give out a genuine smile through your tears, using your free hand to wipe a few of them away.

“Come on...” He gently pulls your out of the dark cranny, leading you back towards the cafeteria. “I bet you’re just as hungry as Sunny is.”

You chuckle at his words, a sense of hope taking over your chest despites the lingering insecurities swirming inside your mind. 

Maybe you’ll give this whole thing another chance before throwing it all away.

#asoue #a series of unfortunate events #duncan quagmire #duncan quagmire imagine #duncan quagmire imagines #platonic #a series of unfortunate events imagine #a series of unfortunate events imagines #asoue imagine #asoue imagines #imagine #imagines #reader insert #request #requests

[unfortunate-sapphic-disaster]

asoue abc’s

A: a series of unfortunate events/arson/ Al Funcoot

B: Baudelaire/Beatrice/Bertrand/books/bad beggining

C: Count Olaf/captain sham/couplets/coach Ganges/Caligari carnival

D: Denouement/Dewy decimal system/Duncan/duchess of Winnipeg/dunklaus

E: Ernest/Esme/”eagles aren’t mammals!”

F: Frank/fire!/Fiona/Fernald/Figley, my only hetero ship/for Beatrice...

G: Grim grotto/gay/”gum isn’t lunch, it insn’t even a snack.”

H: Hostile hospital/hookey/henchperson of indetermineate gender

I: “If you are interested in story’s with happy endings you’d be better of reading some other book”/Isadora/”I’d rather jump of a cliff”/”I’m married to the sea but my girlfriend is a large lake”/increadably deadly viper

J: Jacques/Jaqulyn/Justice Strauss

K: Kit/”keep chasing your schemes”/ “Klaus, it can’t understand you.”

L: Lemony/”look awaaaaay”/Lachramose leeches/lumber mill

M: marvelous marrige/miserable mill/”my name is Carmelitaaaaaa!”/

N: “No happy endings, not here and not now, this tale is all sorrows and woes”

O: Olaf is the woooorst!/Orwell is an optomistrist.

P: Phil is an optimist./”people aren’t either wicked or noble, they’re like chef salade.”/ “Perished means killed.”/ Poe

Q: Quagmire/Quigley

R: R

S: Snicket/slippery slope/sunny

T: “The world is Quiet here.”/

U: Unfortunate/Uncle Monty

V: Violet/VFD is not a cult/Viodora is the best ship!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

W: when we drive you away in secret, you’ll be a volunteer, so don’t scream when we take you..../well read people are less likely to be evil/we didn’t lose our family, only our parents.

X: Xylophone is not an adjective, Bruce!

Y: Your parents have perished in a terrible fire./Yessica haircut

Z:.........Zippered?

Okay! That’s all of the letters, if you think of something to add you can tell me. This was fun, why can’t I be this creative everyday?

#a series of unfortunate quotes #a series of unfortunate events #asoue #alphabet #every letter of the alphabet #lemony snicket #lemony snicket books #lemony snicket's a series of unfortunate events #violet baudelaire #klaus baudelaire #sunny baudelaire #Isadora quagmire #duncan quagmire #quigley quagmire #jacques snicket #kit snicket #count olaf #esme squalor #viodora #visadora #dunklaus #dunclaus #wow that's a lot of tags #so much typing #im out of creativity #yup i used it all #no more tags now #i is out of tag ideas #ima stop typing now #ok now i’m done

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Falling For You (Violet Baudelaire X Fem! Reader)

Request: Maybe could u do Violet Baudelaire x fem!Reader? Reader is spending time with her and Sunny, then suddenly Sunny is falling from something and both girls are trying to catch baby. Reader caught Sunny but rn Violet is on top of her and they both so embarrassed. They both have feelings for each other but they were too afraid to do a first step.

You weren’t sure what led to the circumstances of the situation you were currently in. You remembered Klaus leaving because he had something to do, you remembered Sunny waking up from a nap a few minutes later and being brought down by Violet. But if someone were to ask you how Sunny had gotten into the tree you and her older sister were now standing at the bottom of, you would have no answer.

Maybe your mind was blocking it out on purpose. She had to have somehow climbed up there herself while you and Violet were busy because neither of you would ever bring her up that high, you were certain of it.

Violet was trying not to panic because her baby sister was literally in a tree too high up for either of you to climb without snapping a branch and causing her to fall. Understandable, in your opinion.

You were trying to formulate a plan on how to get Sunny down safely without any of you getting hurt. If only Klaus had stayed, he was always the smart one. Violet was the inventive one, but her mind was racing too fast right now to come up with anything useful.

The two of you paced underneath the tree.

“Maybe she’ll be fine up there until Klaus gets back?”

“I am not leaving my baby sister in a tree for who knows how long! We don’t even know where he went or when he’ll be back! He could be hours!”

Violet had a point but right now, that was your only option without somehow injuring one of you.

The girl pulled out her ribbon from her pocket and began to tie it into her hair, eyes focused on her little sister above in the tree.

“We can build something to get her down, I’m sure we can I just need-“

Her statement was cut off almost immediately by the sound of a branch breaking. The two of you exchanged horrified looks. This was it. You’d run out of time, there was no more time for inventions or waiting for Klaus. You had to do something. NOW. Or Sunny would be a for sure goner.

Like any normal people in a situation like this, the two of you began panicked scrambling as the tree branch fully snapped and Sunny came falling down. You weren’t exactly sure if you were hoping to catch her or what, but you both ran around arms outstretched in front of you and-

SMASH!

“I GOT HER-!” Just as you shouted out in triumph over catching little Sunny Baudelaire, Violet collided with you and the two of you fell to the ground. You held Sunny close so as not to get her hurt and Violet fell almost fully on top of you.

Your faces were inches apart. This was the closest you two had ever been. You didn’t like to think about it a lot, but you’d had a sort of crush on Violet for literally forever. And by sort of crush, you mean a really big crush. At first, you’d thought it was just because she was a good friend, that it would go away with time. But it hadn’t which was very confusing and scary for you.

Now here you two were, a baby between you, breathing heavily.

“I’m sorry, (Y/n), I should’ve been watching where I was going,” she was out of breath from all the running around and at some point, her hair had fallen out of the ribbon she’d tied to focus. You wanted to respond, but the words were caught in your throat.

Sunny wriggled out of your grasp, toddling out of the awkward situation but Violet and you remained, still frozen.

“I should probably- mmf!”

Before Violet could finish her sentence, for the second time that day she was cut off. This time, however, instead of the horrifying sound of a tree branch threatening her sister’s life, she was cut off by a kiss. Your lips met hers. She was shocked at first, not really realizing exactly what was going on. Before you could pull away, however, she leaned into the kiss.

The two of you laid there on the ground kissing for a few moments before she finally pulled away. “I guess I should actually get off of you now, hm?” She asked, laughing breathlessly but now for an entirely different reason.

You smiled mischievously and pulled her back down.

“Not yet!” You grinned, pulling her in and pressing her lips to yours once more.

#violet baudelaire imagine #asoue imagines #klaus baudelaire #sunny baudelaire #violet baudelaire x reader #violet baudelaire x fem!reader