i wish i could tree!!

Iโ€™m thinking about people and trees and how I wish I could be silent more, be more tree than anything else, less clumsy and loud, less crow, more cool white pine, and how itโ€™s hard not to always want something else, not just to letย the savage grass grow.
—  Ada Limón, from “Mowing” in Bright Dead Things
Sehun | Oh Sehun

One Day

You attend your sister’s wedding with your boyfriend Sehun - along with his group members - and you begin to think about your future.

Fortunately Intoxicated

A very drunk Sehun comes to say something very important and over due to you.

Truth or Dare (M)

You’re playing ‘Truth or Dare’ with your best friend Sehun and he’s determined to get you to admit that you like him

A While Now

You are EXO’s stylist noona and the boys are constantly trying to hint Sehun’s huge crush on you

Practically Perfect

Your best friend keeps insisting for you to date her boyfriends friend and you refuse to meet him. Little do you know that fate had exactly that planned for you…

Just Hold Me

(University AU)Sehun gets back from a long day of classes and all he wants to do is come to your dorm room and cuddle.

New Butterflies

(High School AU) You are in a detention with your best friend Sehun - who actually decided to show up to one for the first time - and things seem a little different whilst shelving the books.

Confession Confusion  

(High School AU) You are determined to find out who Sehun likes even though you have feelings for him yourself.

Possessive Trait

(High School AU) You are grouped up with Jongdae and Baekhyun during Chemistry and Sehun can’t help but feel a little neglected *cough* Jealous *cough* when you hang out with the boys 

No Promises  

(High School AU) The popular Sehun asks for help with homework and gets your number and ends up falling for you as he spends time with you in classes

Overlooked Efforts

(Harry Potter AU) You claim to be not jealous of Sehun’s new study accomplice, deciding to make him jealous in revenge. Well that ends well…

Game Day

(Harry Potter AU) The star player of Slytherin -who also happens to be your boyfriend- is intently waiting for you to watch him at his Quiditch game, but you’re unsure whether to go or not.

Every Step of the Way - Baby Steps - Daddy Daughter Day - Morning Routine

(Parenthood AU) New dad Sehun is more than a little nervous and hesitant of his father skills, so you have to reassure him of how great of a dad he is.

Not -so-Secret Date

I let out a little giggle as he looked up at me flashing me that charming smile of his. I began running my fingers through his scalp as he continued to watch me with pure adoration in his eyes

Because I Love You

Maybe a highly appreciative boyfriend is something we all deserve, I’m just really lucky I have one…

Tree Topper

“I wish we could stay like this forever Y/N” He seriously sighed into my neck, as I reached down and ran my fingers through his soft locks, nodding in agreement.

Pin Me Down

“Come on Y/N, I was actually hoping for some competition” He cockily smirked, hovering over me as I rolled my eyes for the billionth time during the fight.

Tracing Patterns

I let a small smile take over my lips before slowly turning in his arms, which still didn’t stop his subconscious actions.

Hold me Close

I let out a little sigh before removing my hand, and finally looking up at his bare upper-half, just to flash him a tired smile before shutting my eyes again.

Unwind (M)

He sighed a little in content, and I continued to play with his locks in the attempt of relieving some of the stress from the day.

Leave a Mark (M)

Deciding to take matters into my own hands, I tucked my head into the crook of his neck and let out a little sigh.

Something New

I cut off his pointless rambling as I placed my small hands on his cheeks and pulled him into a kiss to reassure him of my happiness

Surprise Arrivals

I couldn’t help but marvel at her hopes of seeing him so soon. Missing him was one of the hardest things for her, yet she fought through it like the strong girl Sehun and I raised her to be.

Sunrise Serenity (M)

 I lightly leaned my back against his bare chest as he placed his head snugly into the crook of my neck, and I continued to now quietly hum the words.

Shut Up and Kiss Me 

I pulled away unwillingly and giggled as he leant his head back up trying to follow my lips; raising my eyebrow at the smug smirk plastered onto his face.

Last First Kiss

From his luscious lips, down to his perfectly jawline in addition to his long - single mole adorned - neck, which were all tied together by his beautiful milky white skin; complimenting his sharp features almost too perfectly.

Kiss Under the Stars (M)

My heart gently fluttered when I felt him lowering his body a bit to rest his head on my shoulder, taking me by surprise as he nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck.

Jealous Drive (M)

I shook my head at him before deciding to walk back to the comfort of the bar, but he was quick to grab my wrist and pull me to his front. “Dance with me” He brought his soft lips to my ear.

Fun in the Sun

As soon as you gave up and decided to wait for him at the shore, you felt a pair of hands grab your hips delicately and all you could do was let out a shriek at the top of your lungs in surprise.

Stood Up

You jumped out of your skin for a second when you felt the softness of a velvet jacket being placed across your shoulders. You knew who’s it was and you couldn’t help the smile that graced your lips at the unusual act of affection he’d shown you

Walking Away - Always Be the One

Letting you go seemed to be one of the worst decisions Sehun had made, but would you be willing to forgive him if he tried winning you back?

Stone Cold - Happiness in You (ft Kim Jongin)

Jongin is excited to introduce you to his new girlfriend, being completely oblivious of the fact that you have feelings for him. But there is only person keeping you emotionally stable through this, and it happens to be your friend Oh Sehun.

Don’t Say You Love Me (ft Park Chanyeol) - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 ||

Your singleness becomes a bother to your brother like best friends Baekhyun and Junmyeon. This results in them setting out to find you your so-called soul mate, without consulting you of course. But will they both decide to agree on the same guy to be your perfect match?

(this is my first masterpost sorry if it’s bad) A bullet journal has a lot of uses. A planner, homework reminders, to-do lists- but understandably, some pages could use a little of inspiration. And what better inspiration than from artists? Even without a bullet journal, quotes can be a great thing to decorate journals, your room, etcetera. So, I’ve compiled a list of quotes (some aren’t very motivational) by some of your favorite artists!


“I dream of painting and then I paint my dream.”

“What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?”

“Great things are done by a series of small things brought together.”

“I wish they would only take me as I am.”

“In spite of everything I shall rise again; I will take up my pencil, which I have forsaken in my great discouragement, and I will go on with my drawing.”

“I see drawings and pictures in the poorest of huts and the dirtiest of corners.”

“One must work and dare if one really wants to live.”

“For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.“

“I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.”

“Be clearly aware of the stars and infinity on high. Then life seems almost enchanted after all.“

“If you truly love nature, you will find beauty everywhere.”

“I am seeking, I am striving, I am in it with all my heart.”


“Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.“

“Art is a lie that makes us realize truth.”

“Everything you can imagine is real.“

“Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.”

“Action is the foundational key to all success.“

"It takes a long time to become young.”

“Youth has no age.”

“Art is the elimination of the unnecessary.”

“Sculpture is the art of the intelligence.”

“Are we to paint what’s on the face, what’s inside the face, or what’s behind it?”

“Give me a museum and I’ll fill it.”

“To copy others is necessary, but to copy oneself is pathetic.”


“Have no fear of perfection - you’ll never reach it.“

"Drawing is the honesty of the art. There is no possibility of cheating. It is either good or bad.”

“Those who do not want to imitate anything, produce nothing.”

“Intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings.”

“There is only one difference between a madman and me. The madman thinks he is sane. I know I am mad.”

“What is important is to spread confusion, not eliminate it.”

“I am not strange. I am just not normal.”

“It is not necessary for the public to know whether I am joking or whether I am serious, just as it is not necessary for me to know it myself.”

“Everything alters me, but nothing changes me.”

“So little of what could happen does happen.”

“Give me two hours a day of activity, and I’ll take the other twenty-two in dreams.”

“The secret of my influence has always been that it remained secret.”


“The painting has a life of its own. I try to let it come through.”

“Painting is self-discovery. Every good artist paints what he is.”

“My painting does not come from the easel.”

“When I am in my painting, I’m not aware of what I’m doing.”

“Love is friendship set to music.”

“The painter locks himself out of his own studio. And then has to break in like a thief.”

“The modern artist is working with space and time, and expressing his feelings rather than illustrating.”

“Energy and motion made visible- memories arrested in space.”

“Abstract painting is abstract. It confronts you. There was a reviewer a while back who wrote my pictures didn’t have any beginning or any end. He didn’t mean it as a compliment, but it was.”

“I’m very representational some of the time, and a little all of the time. But when you’re painting out of your unconscious, figures are bound to emerge.”

“Abstract art should be enjoyed just as music is enjoyed- ater awhile you may like it or you may not.”

“Each age finds its own technique… I mean, the strangeness will wear off and I think we will discover the deeper meanings in modern art.“


“I must have flowers always and always.”

“Color is my daylong obsession, joy and torment.“

“Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love.”

“My garden is my most beautiful masterpiece.“

“I would like to paint the way a bird sings.”

“The more I live, the more I regret how little I know.“

“I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.”

“I can only draw what I see.“

“What keeps my heart awake is colorful silence.”

“The richness I achieve comes from nature, the source of my inspiration.“

“I don’t think I’m made for any earthly kind of pleasure.”

“The light constantly changes, and that alters the atmosphere and beauty of things every minute.“


“Nobody sees a flower- really- it is so small it takes time- we haven’t time - and to see takes time, like to have a friend takes time.”

“If you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it’s your world for a moment.”

“I wish people were all trees and I think I could enjoy them then.”

“To create one’s world in any of the arts takes courage.”

“I decided to accept as true my own thinking.”

“You are one of my nicest thoughts.”

“It’s not enough to be nice in life. You’ve got to have nerve.”

“I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn’t say any other way… things I had no words for.”

“I think it’s so foolish for people to want to be happy. Happy is so momentary–you’re happy for an instant and then you start thinking again. Interest is the most important thing in life; happiness is temporary, but interest is continuous.”

“Where I was born and where and how I have lived is unimportant. It is what I have done with where I have been that should be of interest.”

“I can’t live where I want to, I can’t go where I want to go, I can’t do what I want to, I can’t even say what I want to. I decided I was a very stupid fool not to at least paint as I wanted to.”

“I’m frightened all the time. But I never let it stop me. Never!”


“Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.”

“As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so a life well spent brings happy death.”

“Art is never finished, only abandoned.”

“Why does the eye see a thing more clearly in dreams than the imagination when awake?”

“Tears come from the heart and not from the brain.”

“Nothing strengthens authority so much as silence.”

“The noblest pleasure is the joy of understanding.”

“Learning never exhausts the mind.”

“While I thought I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.”

“Study without desire spoils the memory, and it retains nothing that it takes in.”

“I love those who can smile in trouble…”

“It is easier to resist at the beginning than at the end.”


“I don’t paint dreams or nightmares, I paint my own reality.”

“I paint flowers so they will not die.”

“I paint myself because I am so often alone and because the subject I know best.”

“I think that little by little I’ll be able to solve my problems and survive.”

“Nothing is absolute.”

“Everything changes, everything moves, everything revolves, everything flies and goes away.”

“My painting carries with it the message of pain.”

“There is nothing more precious than laughter.”

“Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?”

“I paint flowers so they will not die.”

“The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration.”

“I am my own muse, I am the subject I know best. The subject I want to know better.”


“There are always flowers for those who want to see them.”

“I don’t paint things. I only paint the difference between things.”

“Don’t wait for inspiration. It comes while one is working.”

“Creativity takes courage.”

“An artist must not feel under any constraint.”

“We ought to view ourselves with the same curiosity and openness with which we study a tree, the sky or a thought, because we too are linked to the entire universe.”

“A certain blue enters your soul. A certain red has an effect on your blood-pressure.”

“Art should be something like a good armchair in which to rest from physical fatigue.”

“To look at something as though we had never seen it before requires great courage.”

“Impressionism is the newspaper of the soul.”

“In love, the one who runs away is the winner.”

“Cutting into color reminds me of the sculptor’s direct carving.”


“I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.”

“If people knew how hard I had to work to gain my mastery, it would not seem so wonderful at all.”

“Lord, grant that I may always desire more than I can accomplish.”

“The greater danger for most of us lies not in setting our aim too high and falling short; but in setting our aim too low, and achieving our mark.”

“Every block of stone has a statue inside it and it is the task of the sculptor to discover it.”

“Genius is eternal patience.”

“The true work of art is but a shadow of the divine perfection.”

“A man paints with his brains and not with his hands.”

“Trifles make perfection, and perfection is no trifle.”

“Every block of stone has a statue inside it and it is the task of the sculptor to discover it.”

“There is no greater harm than that of time wasted.”

“I am still learning.”

Iโ€™m thinking about people and trees and how I wish I could be silent more, be more tree than anything else, less clumsy and loud, less crow, more cool white pine, and how itโ€™s hard not to always want something else, not just to let the savage grass grow.
—  Ada Limón, from Mowing
Forever & Always | Peter Parker

Summary: The reader is best friends with Peter Parker and decided to take matters into her own hands when Flash begins tormenting him at Liz’s party…

Warning: Anger issues, Language, and Fluff

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Type: Oneshot

Requested: @pastelpeter


A/N: I have so many requests in my inbox at the moment so sorry this took so long to get up. But requests have not closed so keep sending them in. I love writing and I have all the time in the world.

Peter Parker made his way through the busy hallways of Midtown School of Science on a Friday. He approached his locker and entered the combination before opening it up. 

“Hey, Pete. You coming tonight?” Ned asked, coming up behind him.

“What’s tonight?”

“You know,” Ned replied. Peter closed his locker door shut and began walking with his best friend to their first class of the day.

“No, I don’t.”

“Tonight is Liz’s party,” Ned said with a wide smile plastered on his face. Peter looked away and shrugged his shoulders.

“So what?”

“Dude, come on.”

“What?” Peter asked innocently.

“I bet you a certain Y/N is gonna be there,” Ned added, nudging Peter’s arm playfully. A teasing smirk evident on Ned’s face. Peter shoved him away gently.

“Come on man. Leave me alone.” Peter couldn’t hold back the blush now seeping onto his face.

“Tonight is the perfect chance for you to ask her out.”

“No, no, no. I am not doing that,” Peter said, looking over at Ned.

“Why not?”

“Because she is my best friend and best friends are not suppose to feel this way towards each other. I just don’t want to risk the friendship we already have,” Peter said sorrowfully. “That’s all it is.”

“Mhmm, okay. Whatever you say.” The bell rang and the two of them looked at each other before running off to get to class.

Peter played with his meatloaf at lunch, picking at it with his fork. His chin rest in the palm of his hand and his eyes were downcast on the nasty cafeteria food before him. He couldn’t help but think of Y/N. That’s all he ever thought about.

The truth was, Peter and Y/N had known each other since they were babies. They had grown up together and developed an unbreakable friendship over the years. He still remembers the day he first met her, her pretty eyes shining at him as she held a small cardboard box in her hands while her father unlocked the apartment door next to Peter’s. 

Throughout the years, the two had become even closer. Y/N would sometimes spend the night and vice versa. They would watch Star Wars together and eat popcorn. They worked on school together and went out to the mall on the weekends with Ned. Peter had a crush on her since the day he met her but never had the courage to tell it to her face. And so he kept quiet.

He was always there for her and she was always there for him. He comforted her when she went through her first breakup, he comforted her when her mother died, and he comforted her when she wasn’t accepted into a college she really wanted to go to.

He was always there to pick her back up again. He was always there to tell her that things were going to be alright. He never let her down. And with every passing day, not one went by without Peter thinking of her.

“Peter?” He snapped out of his thoughts and looked up into Y/N’s eyes. She stood before him with a tray of food in her hands. “Mind if I sit here?”

He cleared his throat and shook his head. She smiled at him and sat down across the table from the two boys. Y/N brushed a strand of hair out of her face and pushed it behind her ear.

“So, are you guys going to Liz’s party tonight?”

“I am,” Ned said.

Y/N directed her gaze to Peter and tilted her head. “What about you, Pete?”

“W-Well, are y-you going?”

“Yeah,” she smiled.

“Then I guess I will come. Homework can wait,” Peter said, his lips forming a tight line on his face, his lips disappearing into his mouth shyly.


That night, Liz knocked on her bedroom door as she waited for Y/N to exit it. “Y/N. Are you changed yet?”

“I don’t know, Liz. I don’t really like dress you gave me,” Y/N’s voice sounded from the other side of the door. Liz had leaned Y/N one of her many dresses so Y/N would be able to grab the attention of Peter Parker.

Y/N had recently developed a crush on Peter and had only told Liz about it. She couldn’t stop thinking about his brown curls and dazzling brown eyes. She couldn’t help but fantasize over her best friend. Though Y/N thought it was wrong for her to have feelings towards him, she couldn’t help herself. Peter Parker truly was perfect in her eyes.

Y/N exited Liz’s room in a small black dress that hugged her small figure perfectly. A smile grew on Liz’s face and she held her hands out. A nervously look portrayed on Y/N’s face as she looked herself over.

“Look at you! You look so hot!”

“I-I don’t know, Liz. Don’t you think it is a little too much?” Liz scoffed and pushed Y/N back inside her room. She turned her best friend around so she could see herself in the mirror.

“Nonsense. You look amazing. I am one percent sure you are going to take Peter’s breath away,” Liz complimented.

“You think so?”

“I know so. Now come on, the guests will be arriving soon.” Liz left the room and Y/N took another look at herself. She smoothed down her dress and patted her wavy hair down. She double checked to see if her makeup was pretty enough and it was. Finally she grabbed a little perfume off of Liz’s vanity and sprayed it on herself.

“There,” she said, finally content with the way she looked. She spun on her heels and made her way towards the door, a bit of confidence emitted with each step she took. 

Peter and Ned were only ten minutes late but by the looks of it, they were probably the last people to arrive at the party. Peter looked around the room nervously, in search for Y/N. Ned nudged Peter’s arm and pointed from across the room.

There she was. All dressed up for the occasion. Peter’s eyes softened at the sight of her, letting his mind run wild. He loved the way her lips curved into a smile when she talked and he loved the way her dress fit her small figure perfectly.

Y/N turned her head and caught sight of Peter. She waved at him and it took him a lot of courage to wave back. “She’s here,” Ned said. 

“I know.” Y/N excused herself from the group of people she was talking to and made her way over to Peter and Ned. Peter’s eyes trailed up and down her body multiple times before she reached them.

“Hi boys,” she smiled.

“Hi Y/N,” Ned laughed slightly.

“H-Hi Y/n,” Peter’s voice squeaked. It had betrayed him. “W-Wow, you look great.”

“Thanks,” Y/N smiled widely. When she smiled, Peter smiled. “Well help yourselves to all the pizza you can eat and–”

“PETER PARKER! What’s up?” They all directed their gazes to Flash who was controlling the music for the night. With a microphone in hand, he began to torment him. “Trying to land yourself a date with Y/N? We all know that is never going to happen.”

The crowd laughed and Peter looked around, completely and utterly embarrassed. Y/N clenched her fists in anger, locking her jaw in place.

“Hey, where’s your pal Spiderman?” 

God, he was still on this? Every since Ned blurted out in gym class that Peter knew Spiderman, Flash has not been able to stop teasing the poor boy about it. Probably because he didn’t believe him.

“Is he in Canada with your imaginary girlfriend?”

“Shut up, Flash,” Y/N said loudly enough for him to hear her. Nonetheless, Flash continued to tease Peter.

“That’s not Spiderman. That is just Ned in a red shirt.”

The crowd roared in laughter and Peter stepped back in defense. He looked down at his feet because he couldn’t take the teasing any more. Y/N stormed over to Flash and pushed his microphone down.

“That’s enough Flash,” she warned.

“Come on, Y/N. Lighten up. I am just having a little fun,” Flash smirked. “Won’t you have a little fun with me?” He winked at her and that was the last straw. She raised her hand and delivered it to his face. 


Flash stumbled backwards and clutched onto his cheek in pain. Peter raced over to Y/N’s side and wrap his arms around her waist, picking her up and trying to hold her back. She kicked in Peter’s arms in protest.

“Leave him alone!” She shouted.

“Y/N,” Peter warned. He pulled her away from Flash as fast as he could.

“Let me at him! Let me at him! He doesn’t deserve to get away with these kind of things,” she yelled. All eyes were set on her as Peter dragged her away from the party, much to her protest.

Once safely on the curb of the street, Peter set her down on her feet. She turned around and tried to run back into the house but Peter grabbed her by her waist again. He hoisted her up off the ground and carried her into the none busy street.

“Y/N, I need you to calm down,” Peter grunted as she hit his back. 

“I can’t! Not until you let me go so I can go punch that son of a bitch in the face.” Peter set her down again and roughly grabbed her arms. 

“He’s not worth getting all riled up for,” Peter said, shaking her. She stopped right there and then. “Don’t waste your breath. He will never change.”

“P-Peter, I- I am so sorry,” Y/N said, shaking her head.

“Its fine.”

“I just get so angry when he torments you. You don’t deserve all that crap he is giving you,” she said. He released her arms from his grip and he smoothed his hands over them reassuringly.

“I know but there is nothing either one of us can do about it,” he shrugged.

“I just wish I could take a tree branch and shove it up his–”

“Y/N,” Peter warned. 

“Sorry,” she apologized.

“Come on. Let’s take a walk. Blow some steam off.” Y/N nodded in agreement and the two of them began walking down the street together. “Thank you by the way.”

“For what?” Y/N asked, looking over at Peter. He shoved his hands in his pockets and gazed down at his feet. He shrugged his shoulders.

“For defending me, I guess. Not a lot of people are willing to stand up to a bully.” Y/N stayed silent and breathed in the night’s cool and fresh air.

“Your welcome then.”

“Hey uh–can I ask you something?” Y/N briefly glance over at him.


“D-Do you–no–are you–going to–are you going to go to Homecoming? Or are you going w-with anyone?” Peter said, stumbling over his words.

“I was going to go but nobody asked me,” Peter stopped in his tracks.

“Really? I find that hard to believe,” Peter stated.

“And why is that?” Y/N asked, tilting her head to the side.

“Well, look at you. You are so pretty–.” Y/N raised her eyebrows at him and his mouth dropped open, realizing the words that had just flown from his mouth. “Well, I-I-I mean…”

“You think I am pretty?”

Peter swallowed the lump in his throat. “Yeah,” his voice cracked. “You are really pretty and amazing and so smart. You are the most beautiful and most perfect person on this planet.”

“Why are you telling me all of this?” She asked, a curios look on her face.

“B-Beacaue…I…like…you,” he breathed. 

“You do?” Peter nodded his head, now looking down at his feet in embarrassment.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“Because best friends are not suppose to feel this way towards one another. We are suppose to be civil and accept our positions as just friends,” Peter said, more confidently this time.

“Bullshit,” he looked up. “I don’t care about being civil anymore.” She took a step towards Peter. “I don’t care about us not being able to love each other because we are friends.” She took another step closer, their chests now touching. Peter gazed down into her pretty little eyes. “I don’t care about any of that because I like you back, you dork.”

She reached up and cupped the back of his neck, bringing his lips down to collide with her’s. Peter immediately kissed back and wrap his arms around her waist so he could pull her closer into his arms. Y/N stood on the very tips of her toes and pulled him closer to her, lacing her arms around his neck. She wove her fingers through his brown curls and smiled against his lips before pulling away.

“You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that,” Peter breathed, resting his forehead against her’s.

“Me too,” she smiled up at him. 

“Will you go to Homecoming with me? Will you be my date? Will you be mine? Forever and Always?”

Y/N smiled up at him and pressed her lips against his again. He hummed against her sweet and soft lips. His hands trailed up and down her back sweetly before she pulled away again. She nodded her head and smiled up at him.

“Forever and Always.”


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“Take the lift from the lounge and arrive at the garage. Experience it in real life and test your coding skills at the JRLTechFest in London. Open to the public from 9am to 7 pm at Central Saint Martins from the 8th to the 10th of September.”

Oh, how cool‼️‼️
On their Instagram, you can see the real live Garage from the app‼️‼️‼️‼️
I also love that Dare call back. 😂

So, if you’re near London and you’re good with coding, you can try this out
(I could go but I’m shit at technology 😭) ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉


no offence but patrick sounds really Good

And after a long time the boy came back again.
“I am sorry, Boy,” said the tree, “but I have nothing left to give you-
My apples are gone.”
“My teeth are too weak for apples,” said the boy.
“My branches are gone,” said the tree.
“You cannot swing on them-”
“I am too old to swing on branches,” said the boy.
“My trunk is gone,” said the tree.
“You cannot climb-”
“I am too tired to climb,” said the boy.
“I am sorry,” sighed the tree.
“I wish that I could give you something… but I have nothing left. I am an old stump. I am sorry…”
“I don’t need very much now,” said the boy, “just a quiet pleace to sit and rest. I am very tired.”
“Well,” said the tree, straightening herself up as much as she could,
“well, an old stump is a good for sitting and resting. Come, Boy, sit down. Sit down and rest.”
And the boy did.
And the tree was happy.
—  Shel Silverstein // The Giving Tree
Fallen Leaves (Remus Lupin x Reader

Fandom: Harry Potter (Marauders Era )

Pairing: Reader x Young Remus Lupin

Warnings: SMUT Smut and more smut also be warned, it is fluffy smut… a deadly combination.

Request: hello hello hello I was wondering if u could please do Remus smut ? ?? ?? thank u so much have an awesome day

Author Note : Such a simple and oh so sweet request, let’s see if my mind can come up with some Remus smut, oh look there is an endless supply ;) 

Word Count: 1.2k

The date was October 9, exactly four days after the full moon, but it was also your favorite time of the year because it was fall. You grew up a mudblood so watching the seasons change, all the leaves change colors and fall from the trees was the most magical thing you had ever seen. Until you came to Hogwarts, in which Remus Lupin’s smile took that prize.

You loved being outside in the fall, you would sit in big piles of leaves and read on park benches and just enjoy the way the air felt lighter, not so hot and heavy like summer, not as wet as spring and nowhere near as cold as winter it was perfect in every way.

The only thing not perfect about the season this year was that just as the leaves started to change and fall there was also a full moon, which ate up about a week of your life. A week you were more than happy to give to your boyfriend Remus.

Usually you had no problem spending a week with Remus, in bed watching movies and sneaking into the kitchen for snacks, usually enlisting help from a Hufflepuff ,when he ate all of his chocolate, every month you would buy him more than the last but every month he still managed to eat it all.

Today you were tangled in fuzzy blankets, thin sheets hanging above you to create a fort for the two teenage sized children lying in the bed. Your head was lying on Remus chest as he read a book aloud to you. This was something he liked doing after full moons, rather than the two of you reading separate books side by side he would read aloud to you, it helped calm him down and helped him forget.

Remus was sat on many pillows, due to the fact that you had stolen all of the other boys pillows and he was wearing a paper crown that you had made him out of some old homework because you had crowned him the king of your blanket fort.

You were looking out the window which you had enchanted to be much bigger than usual and you watched the leaves blow in the wind as you imagined how the air would feel on your face you had zoned out from the book.

“Y/n, love is the book that boring, or is it just me, am I boring you?”

You zoned back in at the sound of his voice changing, “No Rem, I could never get bored of you, I just wish I could bring the trees and the leaves inside the room with us.”

Remus smiled ” Well, you can go outside for a bit without me, I’ll be fine on my own.” Remus had gotten pretty hurt during the full moon so Sirius and James tried to avoid him a bit, not wanting to see the hurt they had accidentally caused him, so all he had was you and Peter occasionally. In a few more days he would be fine to leave his bed and go outside and you were willing to wait.

“Rem I don’t want to go without you.” You pouted as you stuck your bottom lip out and he kissed you in response.

“Well I know a way to cheer you up.” Remus almost whispered in your ear and you knew exactly what he meant but you wanted to toy with him a bit so you teased back “What by giving me chocolate? Too bad you ate it all already.”

Remus just chuckled at your joke and you laughed along with him but suddenly stopped when he pulled you over so you were now on top of him, straddling him and you kissed him instantly.

You and Remus went from joking and cuddling to grabbing needily at each other in a matter of seconds. Remus left sloppy kisses on your jaw and slowly trailed down your neck and pulled your shirt over your head revealing your bare chest underneath.

As much you wanted to take all of Remus’ clothes off you knew it would be better to keep them all on given his wounded state, instead you pushed your hands under his soft sweater feeling the healed scars beneath.

Remus bent his leg, pushing his thigh up in between your legs, you instantly grinded your clothed heat against him, using his thigh to give you some much need friction. Remus let out a low chuckle at your actions, his face plastered with a smirk “Love, I could watch you do that all day.”

Your face heated up but you were getting too much pleasure from gently riding his thigh to stop, until you noticed the tent growing in his pajama bottoms and stopped your movements to pull his pants down just enough for his length to pop out.

Remus quickly placed his hands on your hips and lowered his leg down as you hovered over his length you pushed your panties to the side and Remus slowly guided you down. He instantly stretched you and you sat down completely bending down to lock your lips once again before he started pulling on your hips.

You let him have as much control as he could, this way it’s easier for you to not accidentally hurt him. Remus was gripping your hips so tight there would be marks by the time he was done. He moved a hand from your hips to grope your breast as you continued the steady pace.

Remus was letting out soft whimpers in your ear as you kissed down his neck, covering him in the good kind of bruises until his movements became more erratic and you felt him twitch inside you. Remus sped up bringing you both to your climax’s, you stayed there until you slowly sat up and Remus lifted you and you laid down beside him, with your head on his chest.

Remus pulled one of the sheets of the blanket fort down covering the two of you since your top half was bare under the blanket and the other guys could really walk in any minute. Remus Waved his wand and a tree appeared in the corner of the room, the branches stretching all the way to over top of your bed, the leaves falling off one at a time.

You looked up at Remus and moved to kiss him once more but as you did a leaf fell on his face. You grabbed the leaf and folded it tucking it behind his ear as you kissed him. Remus drifted off to sleep before you. He awoke to see it was far into the night, the other boys all asleep in their beds. He moved his head to look down at your sleeping figure but as he did he noticed his paper crown had been replaced with one made of leaves, he just smiled and placed it on your messy head of hair before drifting back off to sleep.

While you were sleeping

While he sleeps I think about him and what he dreams about and I wonder if he is cozy in his bed and what pijamas he wears.

I wish I could sprinkle moonlight wishes in his hair so his thoughts were of me even while he dreams.

I wish the stars could sing to him every night the lullaby that grows in my heart.

 I wish I could send him the warm breeze that blows through the trees to surround him in a wam embrace since my arms cannot hold him instead.

I wish I could pour my love like night does her cloak over every one of his fears so his soul could rest and find strength anew 

Knowing you are safe and sound because I am your sentinel in sleep, always watching over you and sending my kisses on shooting stars to your lips so soft

And while you sleep, of you I dream,  while awake, and as I read your letters, I fall in love with you again.

So when they ask me when did you fall in love I will have to say, “While he softly slept the night away.”


The lightโ€™s escaping the sky, and thereโ€™s this place I like to stand, itโ€™s before the rise, so Iโ€™m invisible. Iโ€™m standing there, and Iโ€™ve got the dog, and the man is mowing in his circles. So many circles. There are no birds or anything, or none that I can see. I imagine what it must be like to stay hidden, disappear in the dusky nothing and stay still in the night. Itโ€™s not sadness, though it may sound like it. Iโ€™m thinking about people and trees and how I wish I could be silent more, be more tree than anything else, less clumsy and loud, less crow, more cool white pine, and how itโ€™s hard not to always want something else, not just to let the savage grass grow.
—  Ada Limon, from “Mowing,” Bright Dead Things (Milkweed Editions, 2015)                          
I’m thinking about people and trees and how I wish I could be silent more, be more tree than anything else, less clumsy and loud, less crow, more cool white pine, and how it’s hard not to always want something else, not just to let the savage grass grow.
—  Mowing by Ada Limon