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I wish I had my own

Field guide to identify flowers

From last summer cause

I picked so many for you

Violets queen Anne's lace

The one I remember most is

Sweet pea and clover

I wish I had a book so I could

Remember everyday and

Have it all documented

The snapdragons when

We went to the art museum

Asters when we

Went to see the stars

Jewel weed blooms late

Right when you had to leave

I wish I just had pages and pages

Of every moment I gave you

A flower and you pretended

It was the second best thing

You've ever looked at

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hi! so a lot of people were following me before for my Umbrella Academy fanfics/one shots, but currently I’m working on writing a novel and I want to post poetry on here. I’m sorry if anybody isn’t interested in that, I won’t get offended if you unfollow! if I didn’t finish a request of yours and promised to, let me know and I can make a poem for you or a drawing instead ❤️

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reminder that I’m still doing requests! to those of you that haven’t gotten ur request done, I’m doing them today. thanks for being patient 💕

also thanks for 60+ followers !

one shot requests!

I’m opening one shot writing requests for The Umbrella Academy !

btw I won’t do any smut stories, thanks 😊

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So sorry I haven’t been active lately! To the people who requested stories, I will get your requests done in the next few days. If I can, today I’ll just do all of them, I’m having a bit more inspiration with my writing today which is good.

To be honest, my mental health just hasn’t been the best and it’s been difficult to do much of anything so I apologize. I’ll be more active soon.

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1x04 / 1x09

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Homicide. And Dolores.

Klaus: Fives at that very special age where he has only one thing on his mind

Kenny’s mom: girls?

Five: Homicide

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“Assuming it’s okay with your two dads”

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Who else would agree that Diego is 100% the type of person to ask, “Did I fucking stutter?” Which is quite unfortunate considering he does stutter when he’s upset.

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allison's pov

This post was requested by @bjones0706 ! I hope i did it justice, thanks for the request.

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The concert has begun. I watch from the middle isle as Vanya plays her violin, with no emotion at all. For a moment, she glances at me. Without even noticing, I smile. Luther grabs onto my shoulder from behind, pulling me away. "Allison, we need to stick to the plan." I want to argue, tell him how stupid he's being. Vanya is our sister. We can't just....

Suddenly, without any warning, men and women with guns start charging into the entrance. People run and duck, most of them making it out. I crouch behind one of the chairs, almost wanting to scream, but not being able to. My siblings take care of them, as I sneak up to the front stage. The commotion and gunshots hasn't stopped Vanya at all. Luther notices me making my way up to the stage, but is far too busy to do anything about it. I slip my writing pad out of my pocket as I shakily scribble three words onto it quickly. Once I sneak behind Vanya, I embrace myself the best I can.

I touch her shoulder gently, and she turns to glance at me, still playing her white violin. I hold my notepad up in front of her face. It says, 'I love you.' I can hardly explain the switch in her. But you could see it. Her violin drops to her side, and for a moment, right before she collapses, I see her smile.

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Happy Birthday

A/N: oh boy it’s sad boi time!

A/N: you start off as nine years old and then it goes to modern day.

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You were number 8. Or Y/N as your mother called you, and despite being in a house of torment, you remained a tiny ball of sunshine. You could brighten up anyone’s day simply by entering the room, your smile and laughter was contagious and your siblings loved it. You always liked the idea of being born on the same day as your favourite people, it meant a huge birthday party together with the people that you loved! However you quickly realized that that was not to be.

“Dad?” A nine year old you asked. Reginald looked down at the small creature standing before him.

“What is it number 8?” He replied stiffly.

“Well, our birthday is coming up soon! And I was wondering if we could have a party?”

“A party? Whatever for? Birthday parties are nothing but stupid trivial nonsense people waste their time on to celebrate successfully getting older. There’s no use for them!” He finished, you were shocked. There would be no party?

“But dad-”

“LEAVE NUMBER 8! YOU HAVE YOUR ANSWER!!” You ran to your room, trying to not show the others that you were crying. Until you shut the door and let it flow, you were so upset, not just because you wouldn’t have a party. But because your siblings wouldn’t get one either. You thought of how happy they’d all be, eating cake and opening gifts, like regular kids. But you weren’t regular. You never would be. But that didn’t stop you.

By the time the big day came you had organized everything. Grace and Pogo had secretly helped you, Grace baked a huge cake that could easily feed an army, let alone eight children. Pogo had managed to get Reginald out of the house all day for a business meeting. The plan was ready, you just had to put it into action.

Grace rang the dinner bell, signalling that lunch was ready. They decided to eat in the kitchen, it was more secret than the big dining room. The seven children rushed down to the kitchen, all of them forgetting about their birthday. Until they reached the room, there you, Grace and Pogo stood at the end of the table. There was a huge cake coated in candles and frosting, and icing that read ‘Happy Birthday 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 and 8!’ Around the table at each chair there was a small gift, wrapped up with each of their names on the top. The children were in shock, they had never had a birthday party… ever.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!” You yelled with excitement, Pogo and Grace smiled gently down at you. The children still stood there, still not fully comprehending what was happening.

“What is this?” Diego finally asked, you smiled again.

“It’s a birthday party silly!”

“But dad said that we weren’t allowed to have parties.” Allison said, eyes wide. You frowned slightly.

“I know, but everyone deserves to have a birthday party. Especially you guys, you mean so much to me and you deserve to have one day to celebrate yourself.” Grace and Pogo got teary eyed, listening to this small, wise child talk about how much they loved their family. Vanya moved first, she walked slowly towards you, and then gave you the biggest hug ever. Klaus was next, then Ben, then Diego, then Five, then finally Allison and Luther. Once they all settled down with cake, they each opened their presents, each one contained a homemade bracelet, each had a number that matched the child. Everyone looked at you, you raised your wrist to show yours that said ‘8’.

“Now we can always be together! And celebrate wherever we are!” They all put on their bracelets, vowing to never take them off.

This tradition carried on for quite some time, once a year they would gather and eat cake and exchange gifts. Still wearing their bracelets from the first year. Then Five disappeared, you still got him a present, you left it on his bed in case he ever came back. You did it every year.

Then Ben died, every year you put a small flower and a cupcake on his statue. Then one by one the children all left home. But you still called them, and sang them happy birthday, you still got them each a tiny present and a small cupcake. Last year you got everyone a small charm on a necklace, Vanya’s had a violin and was sent to her apartment. Luther’s was a small rocketship, it was sent thanks to your dads connections at the space station. Allison’s had a tiny, old movie camera, it was sent to her PO box for fan mail. Klaus’ had a rainbow pride flag on it, you dropped it off at a local rehab centre, knowing that he’d probably be there sooner or later (much to your dismay). Diego’s had a tiny knife on it (of course) and was sent to the boxing ring. You placed Five’s on his bed, it had a book on it, he was always more logical. And finally you placed Ben’s on his statue, it had a tiny star on it, because you hoped that he was among them now.

But that was last year. Now you were gone. You couldn’t sing happy birthday to them, you couldn’t give them their gifts or make sure that they got a cupcake. You were gone.

But you weren’t forgotten, all across the world and beyond your remaining siblings each had a cupcake with a candle. And they sang.

“Happy birthday, to you” the violinist crooned.

“Happy birthday, to you” the spaceman sang.

“Happy birthday… dear Y/N” the junkie cried.

“Happy birthday to you” the movie star finished.

The vigilante blew out the candle.

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one shot requests!

I'm opening one shot writing requests for The Umbrella Academy !

btw I won't do any smut stories, thanks 😊

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a dead end - part 02

     The night after you first met Ben and Klaus, you decided to go see them again. Part of you didn't fully know why you wanted to so badly. Usually, it was difficult for you to get along with anyone. You assume the reason for that is because deep down, you're an old soul. Getting along with people your age has always been difficult. First impressions of them were... Strange. But that's what sort of drew you in to begin with.     

You leave at 12am, sneaking past your parents' bedroom before making your way outside, into the darkness. The walk to the donut shop is only a couple blocks so you get there fairly quickly. Logically, you could drive. But after having an accident three months ago, your mother took away your car keys. You become angry while thinking about it.

     Once you get to Griddy's Doughnuts, you spot Ben and Klaus standing outside instantly. A smile appears on your face without you even noticing and you pace faster over to them. Ben grins widely and his brother, huffing on his cigarette, barely notices you walk up to them. "I'm really glad you came." Ben says, quietly. "Me too. So... You wanna go inside? It's freezing..." You and Ben make your way inside, while Klaus finishes his cigarette. The shop is quiet just like every night. You like it, but also tend to hate it at the same time. Ben sits at the bar again, and you sit beside him, rubbing your hands together and putting them in between your thighs to keep warm. "Hey, do you mind if i ask something..?" You become a bit nervous because of his tone of voice. "Yes, of course."

     "Do you know... About my life? About... my family." You can tell he's holding his breath. "Yeah. I do. At least, partially. Why?" He sighs, suddenly avoiding eye contact. "Because when people know they either want to be my friend for the publicity, or they're scared of me." He replies. "I... Understand. In a way. When my sister died two years ago, everybody pitied me so much. They pretended to care about me because they felt that was what they were supposed to do. But.... Nobody was there when I truly needed them. It's like, some people, well, most people... Only care to a certain extent. And then, they're done with you." Ben's mouth gapes open, and he turns his knees to face you again. "I'm sorry about that." You force a smile, which is hard as you think about your sister. "No, it's okay. Trust me." It becomes a bit silent for a couple moments, until Agnes comes out of the back.

     "What would you two like?" Ben let's you order first. "Can I have a jelly doughnut? And maybe a glass of milk?" She nods politely, turning to Ben. "Can i just have a chocolate doughnut and hot chocolate, please?" He talks quietly, loud enough to hear, but still very quiet. "Sure thing! I'll be right back." You begin to fidget with the strings to your black hoodie, sighing slightly. "Hey..... Can I ask something stupid?" You ask abruptly. "Yes, for sure."

     "What made you want to meet up with me tonight? I just... Like, I don't mind it. But people don't tend to hang out with me." He sits up straight, biting his lip slightly. Agnes comes back to the bar, giving you both your food and drinks. He waits to speak until she's away again. "Because... Honestly, you seem really sweet. There's just something about you that's so charming, I can't explain it. You're captivating, really...." You both become embarrassed from his answer. Part of you wants to hide and not talk at all, but you do it anyways. "...Really?.." He smiles. "Of cour--" Before he can finish his sentence Klaus comes blasting through the door, slightly unable to walk. He seems drunk.

     "Klaus... Did you..." Klaus slips suddenly, plopping onto the floor, which causes a loud bang. Ben jumps up quickly, pulling his brother up, back onto his feet. But Klaus is still unable to stand by himself. "Dad told you if you did this again, he would...." Ben stops, glancing back at me before he becomes silent. Klaus murmurs absolute nonsense that you can't even quite understand. You jump out of your seat, helping Ben lift Klaus onto one of the chairs. "Does he get drunk often???" You can't help but ask.

     "Um... Yeah, sort of." You hear an audible gasp come from behind you. You turn, naturally, seeing a shocked Agnes. Well, shit. "Is that boy.... Is he??... I need to contact someone.." Ben wraps his brother's arm around his neck, instructing you to do the same with his other arm. "We need to go, please help." And so you do. Klaus is heavier than you expect, mainly because of his height. So carrying him out of the shop and down the street is tricky to say the least. Ben notices a street alley on the left of you a couple blocks down, and so you drag Klaus over in that direction, just in case the police were called. Once you sit him down against a brick wall, you sigh loudly, and out of breath, you drop onto the floor across from him. Ben does too. He breathes loudly next to you. "Thank... You. He would have gotten in so much trouble if we hadn't of gotten him out."

     You don't know how to feel. You helped a drunk 15 year old escape from a concerned adult..... Is that really a good thing?... Did you do the right thing after all, and is hanging out with these kids actually beneficial for you? You think to yourself, closing your eyes as you catch your breath again.

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I drew fanart of Ben and Klaus ☔💜

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SHIP! SHIP! SHIP!

@klausclan my closest friend. I ship you with Klaus Hargreeves.

I ship you with you with Klaus Hargreeves because I feel like the two of you have a lot in common. I must point out that the two of you share a sense of fashion. In a way it’s actually quite scary, but its more than just that. Klaus is a very out there and a jump right in type of person, where you are not. You are reserved and closed off to a lot of people. I think Klaus would help you come out of you shell. You could each other with your different problems and work them out together. But I tell you this! You EVER start doing drugs I’ll kick your ever loving ass. I promise you that. Said with love!

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rating the umbrella academy kids.

7. you cant

6. compare

5. them

4. they are

3. all different

2. people

1. ben.