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lizzielikeborden · 2 years

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“There is no way you’re gonna get anyone to join Reggie’s cause. I think it’s sweet you guys made up, but I don’t think that the others are gonna see him that way.” You walked with Klaus down the hallway trying to get him to understand that not everyone was going to be willing to accept the idea that this timelines Reginald was a totally different guy then the one that abused them as children.

“But Y/n he’s changed! He’s also got a plan to save us all.” He walked ahead of you and then stopped moving completely putting his hands on your forearms.

“I would love to believe that, I really would, and I understand that it’s easy for you to think that he’s changed because you see how different Ben is. You remember him best, you had him longer than any of us,” you returned Klaus’s gesture and put your hands on his forearms as well, “I know you miss him, but that doesn’t mean Reginald is any different. If he took someone as good as Ben and turned him into whatever the hell that is, how good can he really be?” You felt bad for bringing up his Ben, you knew how bad that got to him, but you couldn’t let him blindly trust Reginald, not this time.

“He gave me ice cream, he wants to help me learn how to actually do something with myself.” Klaus was talking quietly, almost like he was just now hearing the words that were coming out of his mouth. He was hurt, torn, tired, and unsure.

“He gave you issues, he knows that, and he sees them,” taking one of your hands off his arm you touched his cheek, rubbing the other up and down his arm, “I am not saying that you are by any means easy to pick on, he just knows how to make people, especially his kids, feel small and then use that to make them fuck up.”

“Five isn’t helping, no one else is, and dad’s the only one who’s doing anything. I wanna learn how to use this,” he flashed his hands at you, taking them off of you for just a moment, “It’s the only chance we’ve got to live.”

“Klaus, are you scared you can’t die? That you can’t control how long you’re dead or how you come back to life? That you’ll be alone?” His head was bowed, he wasn’t speaking anymore, just taking in breaths getting ready to say words each time.

“That’s just a bullshit question, I wouldn’t let you die.” Suddenly Klaus was back, hyper, overactive, and acting like the conversation you had just started was over. He wasn’t ready to really answer those questions or even begin to have that conversation. Everything was already confusing to him, this whole situation had him messed up in many ways for many reasons. It wasn’t that he didn’t wanna break down in front of you, this just was not the time.

“But this is out of your control, you can’t stop the apocalypse.” You giggled and played along with what he was doing, holding each other's hands and swaying around while you talked. His eyes were bright like they were most of the time, for someone who was considered lazy he was certainly full of energy right now.

“Right, but I could march,” He started doing all the things he was saying, keeping his hands in yours, “right down to hell and drag you back up here to live in apocalypse land with me.” It was almost like a dance the way he marched in place and then took both your hands pulling you forward like a dragging motion.

“What if I was fully at peace and didn’t wanna come back?” Klaus immediately looked offended as he took one of his hands off of you and put it onto his chest. But kept one intertwined with yours, he knew he had to keep this conversation running as long as he could so that you wouldn’t go back to the other one.

“If you didn’t wanna come back to be with muah?” Pulling his hand off his chest you just kept laughing and messing with his hands as the two of you talked in the hallway barely moving.

“Yes, if I decided that I was happy, content, and ready to stay in the afterlife.” You were just messing with each other's hands now he was pulling you close against his chest.

“I don’t care what you want, you think I am gonna live without you,” he bopped the tip of your nose before continuing his speech, “who’s gonna wake me up in the morning? Who’s gonna baby me when I make bad choices? But most importantly, who is gonna get drunk and dance around with me?” Spinning you around in a small circle he smiled at you the moment he saw your face again.

“Awe, honey, you’re gonna have to make some new friends.” You thought about him for just a minute, what would he do without you? What would he do without his siblings? Without people to care about him, look after him, and be there for him he needed people to just exist around or possibly annoy? That had happened before and he turned to drugs and alcohol to make his way, but even then he had Ben in his ear. He had never been truly all alone before, even though he had certainly felt like it. You played the words he had previously spoken in your head and then realized something he had said, “Wait, why would you be pulling me up from hell? Why am I in hell?”

“Is that really a question?” Klaus seemed surprised that you questioned him at all.

“Yes!” You giggled and let him put his hands on your waist, placing your hands on his face waiting for his answer.

“Have you met yourself? You act and fight like my siblings which makes you evil, and anyone who acts like they’re a part of this family heaven is not gonna just let in. The gates are not gonna open for any of us and that’s okay!” He was really trying to be reassuring and kind about what he had said since he hadn’t meant it with any malice.

“I’ll take that any day.” You hugged him around his neck encouraging him to hug you. Maybe he didn’t wanna talk about all of that with you just yet, and maybe he never would. Maybe he was right and all of this would fix itself somehow. Maybe you didn’t wanna live in the afterlife if it meant that you had to be without him. You couldn’t trust him to be alone, to survive without you to help him and take care of him. Either way he would follow you around, no, you’d follow each other. No matter what…

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thee-battle-nexus-champion · 8 months

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Klaus in that one scene with the convenience store: 🎶I love stealing, I love taken things🎶

#THAT ONE TIK TOK AUDIO #BUT THIS IS ALL I COULD THINK OF #the umbrella academy #klaus hargreaves

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 6 months

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Boo's Dollhouse

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Chapter 4: Robo Bitch

In the age of technology, it'd been stupid not to have an android option for the rich men who weren't confident with human women or their own sexual ability. Some men were impotent. Robots didn't judge, question you, or go off script.

Boo connected her favorite open-minded client to Robo Bitch's bluetooth. He'd never tried phone sex with a robot, but he was open to anything, and Boo really wanted to hear him dirty talk in his Irish accent. "Try saying something sexual," she smirked, biting her nail on the call.

"Oh, Robo Bitch, I need to feel you twitching inside of me, your love nectar spilling out of my anus like a warm glaze."

"Be for real!"

"This is insane. So when you say robot, is it like Rosie from the Jetsons or M3gan?"

"Come see," Boo twirled, excited for his reaction. She was ready to book his visit at that moment. "I'll get you in. You don't even have to wait."

A week later, the shiny black Rolls-Royce rolled onto the paved driveway right as Boo opened the door of the grand mansion, feeling the gentle cool wind on her face and neck.

"Nezuko," the client gushed in admiration of her accurate cosplay.

"You watch anime.. Hm." She had purple contacts and a bamboo mouth-peice, but it was pulled down and hanging like a necklace around her neck. "Thank you, Shawnee," she waved to the black-suited driver as he drove away.

Boo brought her client the rest of the way into the romantic and threatening blood red decorated foyer. This year's theme for Halloween was Blood & Passion. Delicate red lace, red velvet, faux ruby stones, fake blood spray, and bouquets of red stained white roses adorned the area.

"Welcome back, Klaus," Boo smiled. This was a client who refused to hide his identity with a mask. He wanted to be seen and had no concept of shame or privacy. He preferred to live life in the open, as he called it. Nothing ever a secret. Still, Boo had the dolls avoid the area. She led him to the sofa and patted the cushion for him to sit beside her. "Tea?"

Two floral teacups sat on matching saucers with gold trim. The tea in the matching pot was ginseng. As a host, she was sensitive to and supported his recovery from drugs and alcohol. She made sure the kitchen was aware ahead of time and did not entice him. No alcoholic menus, no bar access, and no hookah. He lit up his own cigarette, explaining that it warded off the drug cravings. Boo couldn't do any more for him than he was willing to do for himself.

"So what's the deal with this robot? How does it work? Better yet, has it killed anyone?"

"Robo Bitch can move, walk, talk, scan your vitals, and adapt to your body.. you'll be surprised how naturally it all works." That was Boo's pitch, but she didn't have to say too much, Robo Bitch was an idea that sold itself.

After tea, Boo led 6-foot Klaus into the corresponding suite, introducing the 5'7 chrome woman. She was lifelike, with a hyper-realistic skin feel. On sight, he was already prodding and speculating about it being real.

"Jesus! This looks like an actual woman! Liberate her, you fiend," he teased in faux distress. Though he was a client who preferred to float from doll to doll, he was a client who could genuinely make Boo smile. He was a party boy with a genuine heart of gold, and most times, he only came for the company, the food, the parties, and the amenities. He simply liked the vibe.

"Well, I want your review, so I'll leave you to it."

"Wait, I've never been with a robot. Is she waterproof? If I get all sweaty or explode my essence, will she electrocute me," he wondered aloud, staring at the robot eye to closed eye.

"She's durable, Klaus. Just turn her ON and have fun." Boo closed him in and headed to the security cameras expeditiously.

"This has Stepford Wives written all over it," he muttered, approaching the 5'7 robot with his hand hovering over her small breast over the silver sequin bralette. He stared incredulous as he smoked his cigarette. His black nail polish shined in the dim light. "Turn it on.. Turn it on.." He sighed. "How do I turn you on?"

Lightbulb.

"You foxy little minx." He planted a finger under the chin and placed a chaste kiss on its soft lips. The eyes opened, and they stood eye to eye.

"Initializing."

He flinched mildly as its chin ticked, causing Boo to stifle a small giggle.

"Downloading updates," it blinked rapidly. "Please wait... Downloading updates... Please wait. Hello Klaus," it ticked. The movements were fluid but unnatural with a slight uncanny valley feel. "I am RoboBitch, the answer to your greatest fantasies. Ask me all of your questions and don't forget, we have one hour together. I will remind you again at thirty minutes, then again at five. At that point, I will shut down. According to my input, you are a pansexual male. You require roleplay and asphyxiation."

"If I weren't immortal, I'd think she were trying to kill me."

Boo had to chuckle.

"I serve my master. Robo Bitch does not respond to anything other than questions, requests or demands."

"You poor machine. What am I gonna do here? Boo mentioned vitals?"

"Touch my breast."

"Um, sure?" He planted his hand. "ANND, this feels exactly like a real breast."

"Initializing. Remain still."

"Sure, sure." From 120 to 0, Klaus stood patiently waiting. For what, he didn't know.

"Blood Pressure: 120/80 mmHg. Breathing: 18 breaths per minute. Pulse: 90 beats per minute. Temperature: 98.3 degrees. ."

"Now deliver my astrological report."

"Amazing." Boo palmed her face yet again. This was going nowhere. She needed a new test subject to try out Robo Bitch and she had the perfect candidate. She called on Denzel, the one and only. Rumor on the wind was he was having intimacy issues, meaning due to age, he was having trouble getting it up. Robo Bitch would be perfect.

It took another call and more setting up, but Denzel with widdit. He stepped into the mansion ready, no bullshit necessary, just show him this lifelike sex robot, and he'd do the rest. Boo closed him in and let him do his thing, again rushing to the security cameras to watch the encounter in secret.

"I don't get the appeal," Security judged to which Boo responded.

"A robot doesn't say no or make you feel small. With a robot, you are always in charge."

It took no time for Denzel to figure out what to do. He knew women well enough to figure it out and nothing other than Robo Bitch's unnatural and semi-awkward movements and vast knowledge would give away her being an android. He held it like he'd hold a human woman for the first time and kissed it.

"Initializing," it twitched awake. "Downloading updates," it blinked rapidly. "Please wait... Downloading updates... Please wait. Hello Denzel," it ticked. "I am RoboBitch, the answer to your greatest fantasies. Ask me all of your questions and don't forget, we have one hour together. I will remind you again at thirty minutes, then again at five. At that point, I will shut down. According to my input, you are a heterosexual male. You require oral sex and submission."

"And you can do that?"

"Robo Bitch is built to serve."

"Well what about parts. Do you have the parts of a woman? Can I call you something other than Robo Bitch?"

"I promise you I am anatomically correct. Would you like to program an alternate name to address me by?"

"Yes, how about Pauletta. That's my wife's name."

"Saving data. Data saved."

"Data saved," Denzel stared, taking in the android. Boo could tell he was genuinely intrigued. She decided to help him out by overriding the room's light system and turning on the stage lights. The music began to play early Nas and Robo Bitch instantly walked onto the stage to dance. It was like a normal woman dancing on rhythm to a hip-hop beat while Denzel nodded in tandem. Boo had chocolate strawberries and bottled sparkling water sent to the room at no additional cost. She only added a note: She's durable and waterproof. Enjoy.

She watched him read it.

"I guess you are a robot," he announced, finally accepting it. "In that case. I guess small talk would be a waste of time. What do you think?"

"Pauletta is here to serve."

Denzel smirked, a little shook and heated, "Now that's a line I haven't heard! I might like this. Say it again."

"Yes, Master Denzel. I will repeat. Pauletta is here to serve."

"Damn right! Now I'm gonna tell you something I could never say to my wife... Get over here, you android mothafucka and play with this dick until it gets nice and hard."

He dropped his pants and briefs easily.

"Another benefit of Robo Bitch is that she doesn't get tired," Boo explained to Security. She did have repetitive movements. However, in situations such as these, they worked.

Robo Bitch rubbed and massaged Denzel's penis to force the blood to rush and pool. It wasn't getting fully hard, but that wasn't Robo Bitch's fault. The moment did give Denzel the opportunity to try everything he could without the fear of judgment or embarrassment.

"I need my pump," he sighed, already tired. "What can you do about that?"

Robo Bitch switched to using her mouth and Denzel's mouth opened in pleasant surprise. "Oh. That works."

Got him, Boo sat back, counting the stacks he was sure to drop in the near future. She walked away from the cameras and gave him his privacy (aside from security watching).

"Your heart rate is increasing.. Your temperature is rising.. Take a break," Robo Bitch warned between sucks of his medium-hard erection while not giving him a break. "Your blood pressure is rising.. Take a break."

"Oh no, no. No breaks," he breathed heavily. "I didn't pay this much and finally get this hard to take a break." His pelvic thrusts became involuntary and increased in speed and intensity as the robot's head remained stationed and taking it all. He grunted out loud as he was able to release, tiny ropes of cum lodging in the robot's mouth as he panted. "Shit," he sighed, swiping his forehead. He didn't want to be done, but his body was done.

"Blood pressure is rising.. Take a break."

He released a whoosh of air and took a seat, drinking the sparkling water as he collected his energy. The chocolate strawberries were there to help.

"Shit, I'm done." He shook his head, pulling his pants back up. He didn't need directions out. They had his card info. Boo still 'accidentally' bumped into him on the way out to ask about his experience.

"How was it with a machine," she smiled brightly.

"Huh.. It was something."

Boo nodded. "Thanks for your visit. Hope to see you again."

"Keep that thing around and you will."

Boo waited until he was riding away in the black Rolls-Royce to pat herself on the back. "Parisa," she sang, doing a small happy dance of a basketball move. The android woman appeared at the top of the stairs, leaning casually over the banister. "You're a motherfuckin genius."

"And now you know," Parisa shrugged, prideful in her performance.

Parisa The Afro-Iranian Android. She'd been an actress before the Dollhouse, making her way in simple commercials. This character was a money grab that she knew would work because she was funny, highly intelligent, and did segmented computer-generated speech well.

Once a confident street performer, she was heavily aware of the fact that she had more talent that she knew what to do with. Her existence and purpose were performance. So when she first pitched the Robo Bitch persona to Boo, naturally Boo was on board.

The problem was, Boo didn't think most intelligent people or people in general were dumb enough to think she was a real robot, but boy, was she wrong.

"BOO," the cashier called, getting her attention.

"You almost scared me. What's wrong?"

"One of Larry's sons. He's on the phone and wants to book. I put him on hold."

Boo stilled, closing her eyes as a wave of stress hit her. Sooner or later she had to deal with her late husband's 3 adult children and she knew them niggas wanted her ass handed to her for snatching their inheritance. She also killed both their parents for the money but they couldn't prove it.

A deep negro cackling rang out. "I knew I had them lil black bastards for a reason! They gone drag yo monkey ass up outta here by the weave you live by!"

"You shut the hell up, Larry." Boo only had until his 88th birthday to deal with his disembodied spirit haunting her house, then he'd be in Hell where he belonged. The girls in the house couldn't wait! "Tell him no. They ain't getting on my property," Boo waved dismissively.

"You think not being wanted gonna keep niggas out?! I ain't want them nappy headed heathens in this world and they found a way, cuz that's what niggas do... go exactly where they ain't wanted."

"He said you'd say that," the cashier interrupted, fully ignoring Larry as she was used to his ramblings. "He said he'd pay double, triple even."

"Well, who is he requesting for all that? I still don't trust his ass in my house."

"You, boss."

"Me? You know what, book him. Tell my security they gone need they guns loaded. You hear me? Loaded."

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aletterinthenameofsanity · 1 month

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Throwback Fic Week: tell my father (this is my life)

Next up: tell my father (this is my life).

Is it cheating if I post the combined fic for an entire series? Maybe. But this is my account and I do what I want.

Welcome to my Season 1, Episode 9 Umbrella Academy AU in which Ben convinced Klaus to fight to let Vanya out of the cell in the basement. The AU is entirely focused on exploring these kids’ trauma and their healing processes, while also casually exploring their queer indentities. Each fic/chapter was focused on a different character, exploring their backstories and also their lives living together, sorting through old hurts while learning how to heal together. Also, almost every character is queer, and it was fun to explore not just Vanya and Klaus being bisexual, but Diego’s transgender identity, Five and Alison’s asexual identity, and Luther’s aromanticism through the lens of their trauma and how that intersects with both their experiences growing up under Hargreeves and them trying to make an identity for themselves. I also took the first season’s establishment of Klaus’ powers and brought back Patch, Ben, and Dave because I could. Also, it somehow developed a tiny plot in which I sort of predicted that Season 2 would open up the possibility of an eighth sibling- though, in my case, it was an evil sibling who happens to be Jack the Ripper and who joined the Agency.

Excerpt:

"Five's so small," Allison says quietly, "He's so old, but he's so small," and Diego nods. He understands. Dear god, he understands.

"He's our brother," Diego says, "And he's gone through as much shit as we have, and then some."

Allison nods. "And we weren't there for most of it."

Diego thinks about all the shit that they've all gone through that none of them supported each other through. Vanya being excluded and verbally abused, Klaus' drug addiction, Allison's divorce, Luther's years on the moon, Diego's time on the force and his transition process, Ben's death. Five's gone through a lot more shit, but they've all been alone and driven apart in their own ways. "I think most of us have gone through some shit that the others weren't there for. But now- now, we can help him heal."

Allison fixes him with a steady gaze, and Diego doesn't flinch.

She looks so old and yet so young at the same time. The scar on her neck is still rather dark and there are crows' feet around the edges of her eyes that weren't there the last time he saw her before Dad's funeral, six years ago at Ben's funeral. She's so mature, now, in a way she never was before. He wonders if it has to do with Claire or has to do with the fact that she's stopped using her powers, or if it's something of a mix of the two.

Diego wonders what she sees when she looks at him, if she sees the little boy straining to make the world see him for who he really was, bullying and scraping and pleading to get his way, or if she sees a half-broken man who's spent his whole adulthood clinging to the lies of superheroes he was told as a child.

"The three of us should really go grab dinner sometime soon," she eventually says, and Diego grins.

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