allison: i know we don’t get along, but i got you this bath bomb as a peace offering. whenever you feel stressed, just run yourself a bath and throw this in. i promise, all your worries will be gone in seconds
Klaus: Can you make a sentence without using the letter ‘A’?
Five: You thought you just did something, didn’t you? Well, I’m sorry to burst your bubble but numerous sentences could be constructed without employing the first letter of the English lexicon
klaus: im never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna run around and desert you, never gonna make you cry, never gonna say goodbye, never gonna tell a lie, and hurt you
Guess who posted an Umbrella Academy MAP!!! I am super hype for Season 2 and thought this would be a good way to show my appreciation :D Please check out all the amazing artists who played a part in this project, they are all awesome and talented!!
A MAP I participated in a while ago! Everyone who worked on it is really talented so check them out! This is the first time I’ve tried something like this and it was a lot of fun.
Luther, Diego and Five were pissing Marcus off for every second that passed. Trying to take his role as the leader and coming up with suicide plans.
“If you have any braincells left, you would trust me in this.” It almost sounded like Five was begging Marcus.
“The same wayyour Ben trusted you all with his life.” Marcus finally snapped.
Silence fell in the room. None of the siblings from the other universe said anything, not even Klaus who usually had a comment for everything.
Their reaction only confirmed what Marcus had suspected for a while.
“Yeah, it doesn’t take a genius to figure it out with the way you all look at myBen. Acting like you know him, like he’s your long lost brother.”
“He’s death… It… It was an accident,” Luther began. Everyone could hear the pain in his voice. but Marcus couldn’t care about his opinion.
“Let’s make one thing clear, big man. This is myteam,my family.” Marcus pointed at Ben. “My brother!” His voice boomed through the room as he took a step closer to Luther.
“And if you think I’ll leave my siblings’ lives at your hands, then you’re wrong moon boy.” Marcus mocked. “I refuse to trust your plans when you couldn’t even stop the apocalypse, twice! Let alone, protect yourown brother.”
An Umbrella Academy AU featuring Flight Attendant!Klaus Hargreeves & Pilot!Dave Katz
A/N:I promise I am still writing my murder mystery (new chapter coming soon!) but sometimes an idea just burrows into your brain and makes a little home. Like blowfly. Or a severe case of head lice.
Anyway, here’s an enemies to lovers slow burn featuring Flight Attendant Klaus and Pilot Dave having a series of sexy misunderstandings which will culminate, eventually, in smut.
Dedicated to the people responsible for planting these thoughts in my head: Naomi, Jenni, Twisty and Gray. Bon appétit. And thank you so much to @allisoooon for her amazing Photoshop skills, featured above. ❤️
SUMMARY:Pilots are all the same: stuck up, arrogant, full of their own importance. Klaus would never dream of sleeping with one. Flight attendants have standards and he’s not about to lower his for anyone. Not even the new guy - the pretty blond-haired one with the dimples and the body like a Men’s Health cover model. Nope. No siree Bob. No way, no how…
SNIPPET:This is his favourite part.
It’s not the fake smile he’s forced to wear or the fact that after nearly 11 hours spent waiting on these people hand and foot that he finally gets to see the back of them, waddling their asses off the plane with their cranky children and carry on luggage, nor the fact that each passenger sends him a wan but sincere smile of thanks as they disembark.
No, none of that. It’s the fact that as soon as the plane door opens he can sense the air is different here. The stale smell of London farts is replaced with the dry Nevada heat and with it comes the promise of slick, suntanned bodies, frozen margaritas by the pool and the ding-ding-ding-ding of a million slot machines all begging to be fed and to have their big, satisfying buttons pushed.
That part never gets old. Even if the passengers themselves succeed in wearing his patience.
“Take care. Have a great trip,” says Klaus, waving each one off with a practiced smile and a pageant-style hand wave. There goes the woman who changed her baby’s diaper across three empty seats and tried to hand it to him when she was done.
“Have a lovely vacation.”
There’s the man who clipped his toenails into a paper cup and stuffed it in the pocket of the seat in front of him.
“Thanks for travelling with us, have a safe onward journey.”
There’s the honeymoon couple who got far too tipsy on champagne and attempted to pass their violent vomiting off as airsickness.
“Hope you feel better soon. Auf weidersehen!”
Klaus maintains his rictus grin as they shuffle off one by one. After a while, he feels the warm heat of lips hovering by his ear. “I can’t wait to get to the hotel,” says Lila. “My feet are killing me.”
“You’re still coming out tonight though, right?” Klaus asks in between affected pleasantries.
“Only as long as we don’t have to go back to that awful club with the neon body paint. Took me weeks to get that shit out of my hair after last time.”
“Atta girl,” says Klaus, passing her the kind of sideways glance that promises they absolutely will end up in that club again and her hair absolutely will get full of glow-in-the-dark body paint if Klaus has anything to do with it.
