Simon x Billy

Chapter 7: This is the beginning

July prompt: Vacation together

AN: Up to now, Simon x Billy has been a slow burn m/m fic, and with Chapter 7 it finally catches fire. It’s time. You ready? Today Simon and Billy get NSFW.

TW: M/M consensual sex. If you’re not up for some hot boy on boy action, perhaps this is where we part ways. But I hope that you’ll stick around. Especially as the boys are starting slow with some vanilla, tame sexytimes. Smut-o-meter: 1 very very tame horny purple demon 😈

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Prelude: The phone call at the beginning of The Night That Changed Everything

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“Seriously, where the hell is this place?” Simon’s warily rotating in a slow circle, as if the entrance might suddenly lunge at him from between warehouses.

Tea Time🔞

Siting on the couch in your home, you fiddled timidly with your fingers, just happily relaxing, until you noticed Robert walk into the lounge, becoming breathless by his beauty, the older man only wearing midnight black joggers, his ombre curly oak brown hair sitting softly against his shoulders, no effort put into his look yet all you could describe him as was being a breathtakingly heart stopping Dominant.

Watching him as he played his teacup down onto the table, you gulped smoothly as his presence made your heart race, yet as he sat down, you let out a submissive whimper as he grabbed you by the hair before pulling you to your knees, forcing you to look up at him.

Licking your ravishing blood red lips, your breath becomes hard as your eyes wander down to see his free hand pulling down his black sweatpants, your mouth instantly watering the second you see his large thick rock hard cock stand high and proud in the air, your heart stopping for a few seconds when you hear him say "Suck".

Your Submissveness kicking in instantly, you nod obeyingly as you raise your mouth to the head of his cock, wrapping your thick dirty lips around his member before starting to slide your mouth and and down, tenderly hallowing your cheeks.

Yet tears started to form instantly into your bright eyes but you could see he didn't care, he just gripped your hair further, standing up again and then started to thrust himself dominantly into your mouth, loving those gags that started to slip uncontrollably from you.

But unexpectivness strike both of you as he parted your head from his still hard, now wet cock, your bottom saliva stained lip starting to tremble as his member was cold to the touch, and yet your eyes widened deeply from the unexpectedness that came, thinking you saw everything from Robert, but you definitely hadn't.

The older man lowering himself, his hand still firmly holding your hair into his fist, he reached for his mug from the table.

Grabbing his teacup again with his free hand, his head went back as his dominant Hazel eyes instantly rolling to the back of his head the second he let the tip of cold cock dip into his warm tea, your eyes widening further as you watched the groan flutter beautifully from his lips, that depriving loving warmth to irresistible for him.

"My tea gives such a better blowjob" Robert hummed, his voice angelic yet full of tease as you watch him once again lean over and place his mug back onto the table, his cock now dripping now only with his luscious pearl whits cum but now also that delicious looking light oak brown tea.

Licking your lips, you go against your obedience as you immediately wrap your arms around his pale yet thick thighs before opening your mouth again and wrap your juicy lips back around his hard member and start to suck aggressively, thrusting your entrence up and down onto his thick cock but you start to choke a few seconds later when you feel that large burst of warmth at the back of your throat, Robert letting out a filthy groaning moan as he came uncontrollably deeply into your warm mouth again.

Parting your lips away from Robert's member again, his hot cream white orgasm started to drip down your mouth and chin, yet you didn't wipe it away, to focused on the sight of Robert grabbing his tea again to even realise.

Seeing the pleasured Irish man grab his mug again, you felt heat strike against your boney cheeks from the feeling of Robert pressing the smooth china edge of the cup to your wrecked lips, your heart stopping for a few long seconds again when you heard him say "Drink".

Yet being to flustered and not quick enough, the older man shoved his hand deeply into your hair again before harshly tugging, that action already leading your jaw to flawlessly open, Robert moving the cup as the warm liquid started to fall, forcing you to drink his dirty cum and cock stained tea.

Gagging aggressively from the unwanted tea making its way down your throat, you submissvely swallow every last drop, tears now slipping uneffortly down your cheeks, clear drop shimmery tears and snow white cum stained all over your face before lowering your head again and start to lick all the cum and tea from Robert's cock, just like the good slave you are.

Forcing you to look back up again once you've finishing cleaning his still hard member, you feel your panting heart isntsntly warm from hearing his praises, a sweet little tired smile forming against your trembling lips as you loose your breath again from the tender feeling of his hand starting to caringly caress his cheeks, his body relaxing from hearing his repeating praise of "Such a good Boy/Girl, such a good Boy/Girl..."

Chained ⛓ NEW CHAPTER

Snippet from Chapter 27 Phone:

This is the first morning he’s not suffered from either a stinking hangover, a drug-induced haze or the horrifying symptoms of withdrawal in… well, he can’t even really be sure how long.

All he knows is that he feels fantastic. Blood pumping on high. Lungs filled with scented air. Skin glowing with that post-coital glow. The only thing that could possibly put a dampener on this mood is… sitting in the corner with his arms folded across his chest scowling at Klaus like a recently neutered cat.

“I hope you’re proud of yourself,” says Ben.

“Well, it wasn’t my best performance, but I’d score it a solid eight out of ten,” replies Klaus, giving his belly a scratch. “You might want to avert your eyes, brother. I need a piss and I’m kinda au naturel under these sheets.”

Ben makes a disgusted noise as Klaus hobbles to his feet and hops to the bathroom.

“It isn’t going to work, you know,” Ben calls after him.

Klaus checks his gums and eyeballs in the huge bathroom mirror - all still present, nothing disgusting wedged in them, barely bleeding at all. Another success. “What isn’t going to work?”

“Your little escape plan. They’ll catch up to you sooner or later. And even if they don’t, are you really going to spend your whole life as a fugitive on the run?”

Klaus shrugs at his reflection, then lifts the lid on the toilet. “Beats being buttfucked in prison for the rest of my life,” he calls out over the sound of his stream.

“Don’t pretend like you wouldn’t love that.”

Klaus allows Ben a short chuckle at that. Touché, Ben. Touché.

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Tannenbaum

Klaus Hargreeves x Dave Katz

A/N: Just a short slice of Christmas fluff 🥰🥰

C/W: Naughty words, references to eggnog

Words: 1.3K

Summary: Klaus has no job and no money and can’t make Christmas decorations to save his life. But none of this will stop him from planning a festive surprise. 🎄🎄

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Sauna Klaus x Dave

Summary:

Dave goes to the sauna for the first time.

It goes… very well.

Snippet from Sauna:

He is beautiful - but not in the way a man is usually beautiful - in the way the Grand Canyon is beautiful. An awe-inspiring, breath-taking, all-encompassing beauty. His cheekbones and jawline are razor-sharp, his eyebrows thick and expressive, his eyelashes long, his goatee finely manicured, framing a wide, warm smile. He is so radiant, he’s almost painful to look at. Like the sun.

“Wow, you’re…”

“Invading your space, I know. I hope you don’t mind - I just have this damn tricky shoulder, I’m hoping the heat will help to loosen it up.” The man massages the top of his arm for emphasis.

Fuck, his arms are beautiful too.

Dave shakes his head “No, no, that’s fine.” He doesn’t really know what to do here, he’s been thrown off by that face, those eyes, those arms.

He panics and sticks out his hand. “I’m Dave, by the way.”

The man looks down at the proffered hand as if Dave just offered him a rubber chicken. Instantly, Dave realises his mistake; he has forgotten the primary purpose of places like these - anonymity.

A bemused smile crosses the man’s face, the kind one reserves for the quaint idiosyncrasies of a foreign tourist.

“A names guy, hey?”

It’s like Dave has suggested some new, weird kink and he’s deciding whether to go for it or not.

“Okay, then. I’m Klaus.” Klaus takes Dave’s hand and gives it a hearty shake. “Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

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Dead Sexy 💀😵🩵 Updated!

Summary: Dave is a pathologist working at the city morgue. And Klaus… well, Klaus just keeps turning up.

Snippet from Chapter 4:

It sometimes takes a little while to rouse him. A breakfast burrito waved under his nose (Dave has started buying an extra one during his Monday morning commute) normally does the trick.

But then eventually Klaus’ eyes will blink awake and he’ll be back on the mortal plane; yawning, stretching, scratching and subjecting Dave to more of his incorrigible flirting.

It’s strange, really, how quickly they’ve fallen into a kind of routine.

Klaus exhausts the supply of wearable items amid the sparse and ancient offerings of the lost and found box during his first few visits. Dave invests in a multipack of cheap white t-shirts and picks up a dozen pairs of sweatpants and some worn shoes from goodwill so that he can at least provide Klaus with something halfway decent to walk home in.

Not that Klaus always turns up naked; he doesn’t. Sometimes Dave will unzip the bag to find the guy still wearing the outfit in which he met his end: a leather gimp suit with straws poking through the nostril-holes (breathplay accident at an orgy), rainbow ice skates (pond not fully frozen), purple parachute pants (parachute not included).

The more Dave learns about Klaus, the more of a mystery he becomes. He doesn’t appear to have a permanent address, but then never seems to be strictly homeless either. Klaus apparently exists in a perpetual state of couch surfing and bed-hopping - without any shortage of couches to surf and beds to hop into.

Klaus’ sexual exploits are one of his favourite topics, the stories all delivered with a nonchalant hand wave but punctuated with a knowing glimmer of the eyes, as if told purely for Dave’s benefit.

Dave would never admit that he occasionally feels the prickly fangs of something green-eyed when Klaus is sat cross-legged on the autopsy table, delivering yet another tale of naked debauchery. But he does sometimes give Klaus the smaller burrito as a form of punishment.

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Dead Sexy 💀😵🪦❤️

Summary: Dave is a pathologist working at the city morgue. And Klaus… well, Klaus just keeps turning up.

Snippet:

“Mnnnnrgh!” the man groans, rolling onto his side. “Five more minutes. I was having the most amazing sex dream.”

“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!”

Dave leaps away from the rack on which the man’s body is stretched - the man who just a moment ago Dave was quite sure was 100 per cent dead but who apparently is very much alive. He crashes into a nearby filing cabinet, sending a wide arc of coffee all over his white lab coat and sensible shirt while screaming, “WHAT THE FUCK!”

The man blinks his eyes open now. He props himself up onto one elbow and takes a look around, taking in the startled pathologist with his back pressed against the filing cabinet, the splashed coffee on the lino, the fluorescent lights of the basement mortuary, the open cooler next to him containing a body bag, and then finally the identical black bag half-wrapped around his own body.

“Ah, shit. It happened again.”

The guy sighs a weary sigh and sits up to get a better look at his surroundings, rubbing a hand through his curls and smacking his lips together. He seems far too relaxed about waking up in the morgue, which is in direct contrast to Dave, who is still struggling to come to terms with what he’s seeing.

“You-you-you… YOU’RE DEAD!”

The guy gestures at himself, fanning his hands up and down his body. “Well, clearly not.”

“But you-you were! You were dead!”

The guy rolls his eyes and swings his legs over the side of the rack, still encased in the body bag. “Yeah, kind of an occupational hazard.”

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Chained ⛓️ NEW CHAPTER

A/N: Greetings, mystery fans! This chapter is a lot longer than previous chapters because it’s a pretty important one plot-wise. I hope the wait was worth it. Oh, by the way, did I mention Allison turns up in this fic? 🫢😮

We are so close to the end now I can almost taste it. Please share your thoughts, feelings and theories in the comments! 💚💚

Special thanks to @allisoooon for the highly sexual textual art - I love it (and you) so much!

CW: Drug abuse and other typical Klaus stuff

Snippet from Chapter 29: Family

“Hi, sis!” Klaus tries, giving her a little finger wave which he hopes comes across as cute and endearing.

Allison says nothing, continuing to stare at him. It’s a powerful tactic.

“Okay, I know what you’re thinking. And I’m sorry, okay? For whatever it is you’re still mad about.”

“You know the fact that there’s more than one possible option of things to be mad about isn’t a good sign, right?”

Klaus lets out an exasperated sigh. She was never going to make this easy. “All right, all right. I’m sorry about the car. And the curtains. And the time I let your dog get run over by that motorbike. And the magazine…”

Allison cuts him off. Her jaw appears to harden even more. “You told them my hair comes from Russian corpses.”

“It doesn’t?” Klaus asks with a blink.

Allison purses her lips together. “No.”

So that’s the thing she’s still mad about. At least they’re making progress.

“Gee, Allison, come on…”

“You also told them I’d had work done,” she spits.

“Well, I didn’t think they’d believe me! You’re so naturally pretty, everyone knows that.”

That last comment elicits the slightest flutter of her eyelashes - almost imperceptible. But it’s a sign that Klaus is wearing her down, chipping away at her defenses. If there’s one thing Allison can’t resist, it’s a compliment.

He takes a step forward. “Look, I’m sorry, sis. It was a stupid, selfish thing to do. But I was broke and I needed the money. If you let me in, I promise I’ll make it up to you. And I won’t break any of your antique furniture or steal any of your fancy knick-knacks, I swear.”

“And..?”

Klaus gives her a reluctant nod. “And I won’t put magic mushrooms in the punch bowl. Scout’s honour,” he adds with a salute. He takes another step towards her, closing the distance and offering his arms out. “Come on, I’ve missed you, sis.”

“I’ve missed you too,” she admits, if somewhat begrudgingly. Allison releases her pout and shrugs her arms out in his direction, bringing him in for a half-hearted hug.

He squeezes her and he feels her shoulders give in to his embrace, the last of her prickliness melting away.

“You better behave or I’ll rumour your head down the toilet.”

“I know,” says Klaus, squeezing her a little harder.

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Leaving Marks | The Umbrella Academy AU

Pairing: Klaus x Vicky (OC - The Eighth Child’ Verse)

Word Count: 2,2 k

Warning: Strong language, angst, pregnancy talk

a/n: So after I saw the translation for Klaus' temple tattoo I knew I had to write this. I hope you all feel as much as I felt when I was writing it

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Life was weird, it was hard to adjust after everything that happened. After a lifetime of thinking they knew who they were, all the former Umbrella kids were tossed into the world without an identity, without powers.

After a quick checkup with the doctor, it was confirmed that Victoria and Klaus were expecting a baby (who they believed was a girl based on their father's extraterrestrial prediction).

The pregnancy was going well and they didn't seem to have much to worry about except, of course, a quick trip to the courthouse to make their wedding official and start planning their honeymoon to Rio de Janeiro as soon as they had the money.

"Shit! I'm all bruised again..." Vicky groaned, sitting on the couch and taking a look at her legs. "Not being indestructible sucks! Do people always get hurt this much?"

"Not really, you just never had to worry about it before so you walk around bumping into everything," Klaus laughed, taking her leg to kiss the bruises.

"Everything fucking hurts, how are people just living their lives? Literally everything I do hurts!" She huffed. "I take something out of the oven, I fall, I scratch myself somewhere, I hold a paper the wrong way, I'm not careful enough shaving... your bodies are so fragile! I hate it!"

"Well, most people deal with this since they were born, we don't really think about it."

Klaus was amused by her frustration, only because it was adorable to watch her figure out what was safe and what wasn't with her new vulnerable flesh. For once he was useful, he could help her avoid injuries or make her feel better when she got hurt.

"Speaking of hurt, did you... did you wanna get your tattoos back?" Victoria asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

The Vine Intervention

SNIPPET: The other vineyard owners in the area hate him and Klaus knows it. It’s a common point of gossip that Klaus’ grapes are all riddled with disease and his irrigation system has long since corroded from lack of maintenance.

And yet, somehow, year after year, Paradise Springs produces some of - if not the - finest non-vintage wine on the planet. The critics rave about it on their blogs. Sommeliers around the world insist on including it on their menus.

They compare him to Martin of Tours, the patron saint of winemakers, the man said to have spread viticulture throughout the Loire Valley during the fourth century.

Of course, little do they know, that was him then too.

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High Altitude ✈️ 💒

Snippet from Chapter 7: Ladies and gentlemen, the Captain has turned on the fasten seat belt sign

“Is it okay?” Lila takes a step back and looks down at her outfit, an ice-white A-line minidress embellished with silver sequins, coupled with a pair of white leather pixie boots.

“You look…” Klaus fumbles for the words. The ensemble has a sort of sixties feel to it, offset by a small pillbox hat and a delicate fishnet veil that hovers over her eyes. “Incredible,” he finishes.

“Really?” Lila looks down again and smoothes out the imaginary wrinkles. She looks so different. Granted, the look is a huge departure from her usual grungy attire - ripped leggings and safety pins in her ears, check kilts and Doc Martin’s with paint on them - but there’s something else there too. She looks nervous.

Klaus reaches out and takes her by the shoulders, bringing his eyes to hers. “You look like Jackie O’s prettier sister. I might just have to marry you myself.”

That seems to quell her jitters, if only momentarily. Klaus thrusts a shot under her nose and she downs it without hesitation.

“Okay, pre-flight checks. Do you have your something old?”

Lila thinks for a moment then points to the hat on her head. “Picked it up at a vintage store.”

“Something new?”

“The dress.”

“Something borrowed?”

Lila cringes. “No. But is it really that important?”

“Yes! It’s bad luck otherwise.” Klaus reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small square packet. “Here,” he says, pressing it into her palm and wrapping her fingers around it. “Take this.”

Lila opens her fist. “A condom?”

“Yes. And it’s blue too!”

“Will this even work?”

“Oh, I doubt it. I’m pretty sure it’s expired.”

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The Eighth Child (~TUA AU~) - Season 2

Chapter 7: The Family Reunion

Warning: strong language, mention of death and alcohol.

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I woke up very early. I didn’t want to, but nothing I did shut the voices in my head up. I couldn’t recognize any of them, and they were all speaking in code, so I didn’t understand most of what they said.

- Fuck… - I got up and hit my head against the wall several times trying to get silence, I couldn’t even think!

I looked back at Klaus, sleeping like a rock on the couch… God, I’m so jealous!

I decided to go into the kitchen and get breakfast started, it was just my way to thank Allison for letting her two stupid siblings running away from a cult stay in her home.

I had to buy some stuff for what I had planned: pão de queijo, a type of Brazilian cheese bread with a side of dulce de leche, omelet, and french toast. I also took the chance to squeeze some fresh orange juice.

- Hmm… What smells so good? - Klaus hugged me from behind and nuzzled my neck, he was shirtless and smelled like straight-up vodka, that man was sweating alcohol.

- Sit down, food’s almost ready - I offered him an aspirin and he blew me a kiss before taking it - how do you feel?

- Peaches and cream… How are you? - He rubbed his eyes.

- The radio transmission in my head won’t fucking stop…

- Shut your mouth, Ben - he groaned - and stop thinking, you’re bothering, Vicky.

- He’s right, Klaus, you should take better care of yourself… Besides he’s not the one blabbing in my head.

- Lucky… He’s the one blabbing in mine!

- What ghost is blabbing in your head, Klaus? - Allison asked as she walked downstairs.

- Just another old cowboy… Texas is lousy with them - Klaus slurred - they’re usually pretty cute, but this one is ugly, and dumb.

“Is that really necessary?” I chuckled when Ben asked. God, I’m dating a 6-year-old… 

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Clone | Part 1

THE LAB is quiet. Everyone else went home hours ago. As you raise your head from your microscope, you’re not expecting to feel two soft hands enveloping your eyes. The sensation startles you, but then a gentle Irish voice whispers in your ear, “Guess who?”

“Graham Norton,” you say with confidence.

He lifts his hands from your eyes and pops his head over your shoulder.

“Do I really sound like Graham Norton,” he says, pretending to be offended.

You reach up to your boyfriend’s face with a smile and bring his familiar lips to yours.

“Only sometimes,” you say once your mouths part. “How did you get in here? Didn’t you get stopped by security?”

“What, old man Joe on the door?” he asks, perching on the lab stool next to yours. “Nah, we’re old friends, me and him.”

You give him a questioning look.

“I signed some stuff for his granddaughter,” he says by way of explanation.

You roll your eyes; Joe is such a pushover. Considering the kind of work you’re involved in, one would think your employers would be keen to enforce stricter security protocols.

“It should not be that easy to get in here. This is highly sensitive work,” you say, shaking your head as you carefully pack away your slides.

“What’re you working on, anyway?” he asks, squinting to look down your microscope.

You slip your hand over it, obscuring his view.

“Listen, Irish,” you say, using his preferred nickname, “this is top secret shit, okay? You can’t just come in here and start messing around.”

“C’mon,” he says, flashing you his trademark smile. “I’m just trying to take an interest in my girlfriend’s work.” His hands loop around your waist and he draws you closer. You feel his hot breath on your face as his lips find yours again, kissing away your protestations.

His face comes away and you look into his deep green eyes. Much like old Joe succumbs to his charms with frightening regularity, Irish has on more than one occasion convinced you to bend the rules for him with his formidable powers of persuasion.

This is different though, this could get you into a lot of trouble. The lab might be deserted, but still you look around to check if the coast is clear.

“Okay, if I show you this one thing you have to promise me you won’t say a word to anyone,” you say.

He raises three fingers to his forehead and smiles.

“Scout’s honour,” he replies.

The Eighth Child Masterlist

Summary: What if instead of seven, Reginald Hargreeves got eight of them? Eight young experiments, one more person to stop the end of the world.

Season 1:

Chapter 1: The Spring of 1989

Chapter 2: A Trip to The Past

Chapter 3: It’s Been So Long, Too Long… 

Chapter 4: The Best Funeral Ever

Chapter 5: A Favour For Five

Chapter 6: The Wonders of Parenting

Chapter 7: The Chase(s)

Chapter 8: Academy Under Attack

Chapter 9: How to Torture the Die Hard

Chapter 10: The Briefcase Trip

Chapter 11: (Not) Miss Saigon

Chapter 12: Welcome Home, Vet

Chapter 13: Long Time No See

Chapter 14: The Day That Didn’t Happen

Chapter 15: The Day That Happened (Part 1)

Chapter 16: The Day That Happened (Part 2)

Chapter 17: Klaus’ Revelation

Chapter 18: Who Killed Harold Jenkins?

Chapter 19: Huge Trouble in a Small Package

Chapter 20: A Concert For the End of the World (Season 1 Finale)

Season 2:

Chapter 1: The Man at The Window

Chapter 2: Dad On Film

Chapter 3: It’s a Beautiful Life

Chapter 4: Good Morning, Prophet

Chapter 5: Saving Private Dave

Chapter 6: The Epic Drinking Spree

Chapter 7: The Family Reunion

Chapter 8: Twistin’ The Night Away

Chapter 9: All Hail The Prophetess

Chapter 10: The Tropical Storm

Chapter 11: Suddenly Ben

Chapter 12: Body Duty

Chapter 13: The Anti-Apocalypse Squad

Chapter 14: Dallas Most Wanted 

Chapter 15: No Place Like Home

Season 3:

Chapter 1: The Flight of The Sparrows

Chapter 2: Welcome to the Hotel Obsidian

Chapter 3: Amish Hospitality

Chapter 4: East, West, Home’s Best

Chapter 5: You Give Love a Bad Name

Chapter 6: The Mind Raider

Chapter 7: Surface of Our Potential

Chapter 8: The Bird and The Anchor

Chapter 9: Double Wedding at the End of the World (I)

Chapter 10: Double Wedding at the End of the World (II)

Chapter 11: Hello Goodbye

Chapter 12: More Valuable Than The World and The End of All Things 

(Unfinished - waiting for season 4!)

The Eighth Child’ verse drabbles and one shots:

- To Walk in Her Shoes

- Getting Real With The Umbrella Academy

- Half Right

- Ainda É Cedo

- The Man in the Poster

- Bienenstich

- Soft Spots

- Something to Think About

- Went a Little Like This (OC Kiss Week)

- Work of Art

- You Say Goodbye, I Say Hello

- Sex Ed

- Sticks and Stones

- Be My Valentine

- Going Through Changes

- Say My Name

- Knock First

- Dancing Through Life

- Monthly Horror

- Fan Mail

- Half Virgin

- Finest Brazilian Literature

- Spicy Chocolate

- Happy New Year - Part I (2005)

- Happy New Year - Part II (2013)

- Happy New Year - Part III (2016)

- June Party

- Aftercare

- The Eiffel Tower Incident

- Klaus’ Type

- Far From The Eyes, Close To The Heart

MHA/BNHA Crossover AU: T(UA)

Part 1 - The Other Japan

Part 2 - Fight With a Smile

Part 3 - SOS Umbrella

- The Eighth Child Playlist -

Spicy Chocolate | The Umbrella Academy AU

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Pairing: Klaus x Vicky (OC - The Eighth Child’ Verse)

Word Count: 1,5k

Warning: Strong language, mild sexual content

a/n: I was gonna post the first chapter of my new Simon series, but I finished this little thing in time for @sheehanksgiving XD

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I hate the expression guilty pleasure. It’s almost as if you are only supposed to like certain things, liking something embarrassing or uncommon is a reason to be guilty. That said, my guilty pleasure is definitely watching telenovelas, more specifically Brazilian telenovelas (sorry other Latin countries, we do it better…), even more specifically 2000s Brazilian telenovelas.

As we all know already, dad was a dickhead and wouldn’t let any of us do what we wanted, but that never stopped us. When you raise kids with that level of strictness, you’re just raising better liars and more resourceful runaways.

Tv was strictly prohibited during the week, our only day to watch our shows was Saturday, and of course Allison would always monopolize the fucking thing all day to watch Buffy or The OC. The rest of us never got the chance to watch anything else!

We had to find our own ways to get to the tv. At the time I ended up buying one of those tiny portable ones, the only problem is that it didn’t connect to any channels with telenovelas. For that we had to assemble a team: Diego, Klaus, and I sneaking around the house on Saturday to watch the reruns of the week.

At the time, 2003, we had just turned 14 and the telenovela we were all watching together was Chocolate com Pimenta, still one of my favorites to this day.