whilst i should have been working

Tenth Time Lucky

The first time Steve decided to ask Tony to marry him, he made sure to plan everything out perfectly.

A fancy restaurant- Tony’s favourite place, just a few minutes out from the Tower. It was small and no-nonsense and served the best Italian food Steve had ever tasted.  He’d set everything up- made sure to inform the restaurant owners and get them to keep away any paparazzi that happened to be lurking around the place, and told Tony to dress fancy. 

It was going to be perfect. Steve wanted it all to be perfect.

They’d eaten their desserts, and Tony had been laughing loudly at something Steve had said; his face creased with lines of happiness that Steve adored. The box in Steve’s jacket pocket felt heavy- and he knew that he had to do it tonight. Wanted to do it tonight. 

“Tony?” He grabbed at the hand that was resting on the table, mentally steeling himself. He knew that the question would undoubtedly illicit some sort of reaction from Tony- and that reaction would undoubtedly be an… interesting experience to deal with. But hell- Steve wasn’t expecting anything less, and it had been months since anything even vaguely resembling ‘normal’ had occurred in their lives anyway. Steve was used to it. 

Tony looked over to him, raising an eyebrow. “Mm?” He replied softly.

Steve opened his mouth, wondering what the hell he was actually going to say. He had planned it all out, yeah- but there was a difference between theorising all this shit and actually asking someone to spend the rest of their life with you.

“Tony,” he said again, and his throat felt dry with nerves.

“Steve,” Tony answered, equally serious, but with an eyebrow raised in amusement. Steve didn’t blame him- he probably looked like an idiot right now, with his mouth working up and down like some sort of stupid fish-

“Listen,” Steve said, “I have something I want to-”

Of course- that was when all the windows blew out.

The world shook and Steve automatically reached out for Tony, pulling him into his chest as they went flying across the room. There were screams heard outside on the streets, and Steve sighed in dismay and tiredness. 

Trust aliens to attack right now. If they hadn’t noticed, Steve was kind of fucking busy.
Absolutely fucking typical.

They both landed on the floor with a thump, and Steve rolled them expertly under the cover of a booth. “You didn’t happen to bring your suit, did you?” He hissed into Tony’s hair.

Underneath him, he felt Tony grin against his collar, popping a quick kiss there absently. “Nope. You got your shield?”

“Where the fuck do you think I’d be storing a shield?”

Tony shrugged. “Fair enough. Looks like we’re just going to have to improvise then, aren’t we?” He asked, rolling up his sleeve and revealing his gauntlet watch from under the fabric.

Steve sighed. “Yep. Looks like it.”

Okay. Another time, then. He could wait.

For now, there were plenty of aliens to take out his anger on.

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For Georgina

When we first heard of the attack in Manchester, as it broke across social media and across the news channels none of us even imagined that it would have such a close and personal effect on us.

There are no words that properly express the loss we are feeling within the fandom, to know that you will never again get to watch the show, go to conventions, meet new friends or old ones or even get to live the rest of the life your had a right too.

I didn’t know your personally but I had the extreme pleasure of meeting you a couple of times, although briefly, at Storybrooke 3 in Blackpool whilst I was working in one of the photo studios.

I have never been prouder than I have over the last couple of days of our fandom. Oncers from all countries, different ages and different ships have come together to remember you. They have posted amazing stories, messages, pictures, songs and artwork all dedicated in your memory. They have been there to support each other through the first few days of grief and disbelief and from this new friendships, lasting friendships have probably been made.

That is a wonderful legacy to leave behind even if she should never have happened.

We are sending all of our collective love to your family and friends who must be going through an absolutely horrific time, bit we are thinking of them and hopefully know how loved and remembered you are will help, even if it’s a tiny amount.

We will never forget you Georgina, you shall forever be rememberd by those that knew you, or even briefly met you. You will live on through pictures, stories, memories, artwork and the lasting love people will always hold for you.

You will forever be a part of the Oncer family.

Rest in Peace.


Possessive Laito

Possessive Laito smut was requested!! I hope you guys enjoy, I haven’t written smut in forever so I’m a bit rusty.

Words: 1115
Fandom: Diabolik Lovers
Character: Laito Sakamaki
Warning: SMUT

You knew Laito loved you, you know he cared about you no matter what but the look on his face as he glared at you across the table was enough to make you wonder if you were wrong. The two of you barely spoke all day but that was simply because Reiji had asked you for some help with his experiments. Laito hadn’t said anything at the time so surely, he couldn’t be angry now. However, his glare did alternate between yourself and Reiji. You tried to start a conversation with him but he blew you off to talk to one of his brothers instead. Your eyebrow twitched in irritation and you felt your hands clench around your cutlery. You suddenly lost your appetite and placed your cutlery back down.

“If you’ll excuse me.”

Laito’s head whipped around to watch you stand from your seat and leave the room. A sigh left his lips as he too stood. A knowing look was shared between his brothers and he refrained from throttling Reiji where he sat. The older vamp looked bored as he stared back at Laito. With a growl Laito followed you, or at least he would have liked to if he knew which direction to follow you in.

“Are you going to tell me what that was about?”

Your voice carried down the stairs. Laito spotted you leaning against the railing on the top-most stair, your arms folded across your chest and a raised eyebrow adorning your face. His own expression was unamused as he was in front of you in a flash. You didn’t even flinch.

“I should be asking you that, babe.”

You rolled your eyes, you should have known he would turn it on you. Before you could correct his mistake he took a step forward, whilst you took one back, wanting to keep a reasonable distance for what was bound to be a useless argument. Yet, he persisted, he persisted so much so that your back was soon pressed against the wall. Luckily it was out of the view of staircase entrance or else the two of you might have look compromising.

“You have ignored me all day,” he hummed.

“Excuse me, I have been working all day!”

“Yeah, with Reiji!”

Realisation flittered across your face and your muscles relaxed. His arms caged you against the wall and his face was inches from yours. With a small smirk on your face you trailed a finger from his belt all the way up his chest until your hand cupped his cheek. The shudder that ran through him made his growl deepen and caused him to press his body closer to yours.

“Well, what are you going to do about it Laito?”

All traces of anger were gone, only to be replaced with his infamous smirk. His lips brushed against yours lightly but he pulled back before you could really taste him. The look in his eyes told you it was going to be one hell of a night and his smirk said no different.

“You’re mine, Y/N.”

You wanted his kiss so badly that you simply nodded before grabbing his shirt and smashing your lips against his. His hat was knocked to the floor but he wasn’t complaining as his hands began to roam your body, tracing lines and curves that he had seen, felt, kissed a thousand times. It wasn’t long before his hand was unclasping your bra and playing with your nipples, stroking the underside of your breast and rubbing each nub between his fingers. You fell against him as he continued touching you but you weren’t going to let him have all the fun -not that you weren’t having fun- so you kissed him deeply, your tongue stroking his and your hands went straight for his belt. He helped you pull his jeans to mid-thigh and pressed you harder against the wall.

You then realised your next obstacle: your own jeans. As though he read your mind he quickly removed you of the offensive item. Your mouth hung open at the precision and speed at which he did so. That’s when you remembered your boyfriend was a vampire.

“Careful babe, if you keep your mouth open like that you never know what will happen.”

With those words his mouth slowly moved against yours, his tongue forcefully fighting yours. You both moaned into the kiss, your leg hiking up onto his hip. As soon as he pulled back and locked eyes with you you felt heat rush through you. Kiss lips then connected with your neck as he began to suck and kiss your soft spot. Without warning his fangs followed his lips and you cried out in shock. Your hands were balled around his shirt as he ground his hips into yours. You bit your lip as you copied his movements. The two of you were like horny teenagers touching each other for the first time. His fingers were then tracing the outline of your clit, pleasure shooting all the way up your body.

“I’m the only one who can make you feel this good, right babe?”

“Yes, Laito.”

With your confirmation, he ripped your underwear from your body and thrust himself into you. The two of you moaned in unison, savouring the moment before Laito decided to move. Laito was truly the best you ever had and the way he had his entire body against yours made you want to cum right then and there. Neither of you were thinking about the possibility of being caught, only focussing on the heat. One of his hands braced the two of you against the wall whilst the other grabbed your standing leg and pulled it around him. You moaned as it allowed him to go even deeper inside of you.

“Oh god Laito…”

“Hmmm say that again.”

“Laito,” you moaned his name directly in his ear, kissing his neck afterwards.

He picked up speed, his hips jerking against yours, strings of curses and “babe” falling from his mouth. Your orgasm was quickly approaching so you kissed him fiercely, matching his sharp rhythm, ignoring the hard surface of the wall. The two of you came together, satisfied smiles on your faces.

Once you came down from your high you said, “maybe I should work with Reiji more often.”

Laito raised an eyebrow before shifting himself slightly, causing you to moan at how sensitive you actually were.

“Can Reiji do that?”

You shook your head.

“Why don’t you show me what else he can’t do.”

He rushed the two of you to your shared room, never once removing himself from you. Yeah, it was definitely going to be an amazing night.

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I am your Romeo-Peter Parker

Request @cantshakethenoiseinsidemybones while clichéd maybe you could do one where the reader and Peter are picked to a love scene in Romeo and Juliet and sparks begin to fly.

I really loved this request and got really into it once I started writing, I hope you like it.



English Class, one of my favourite classes, I waked into the room and immediately headed toward the back, which is were I would normally sit. Today we are continuing work on the Shakespeare play Romeo and Juliet, I loved Shakespeare however his work was somewhat cheesy. We had begun work on Act 3 and the teacher decide to assign us groups and give us a scene to interpret from Act 2. I was actually really excited as English was one of my strong suits.

“Alright Class, the groups go as follows, “she began rattling off a list of names and which scene they got, I only listened for mine “And finally, Y/N your with…Peter Parker on Act 2 Scene 2 , I expect your re-en…”, she trailed off into the background of my head, No, I thought Scene 2…Scene 2 you have got to be joking. We got the Balcony scene, most soppily romantic scene in the entire play. Peter looked just as embarrassed as he hesitantly turned around and smiled at me, whilst me and Peter were friends and I admittedly have a slight crush on him, this is just ridiculous.

“Hey Peter, wait!” I yelled down the corridor after the final bell rang. He slowed down as I caught up to him. “I was thinking we could practice the scene for English tonight”

“Oh of course, you could come to mine around 4ish and we could get to work” he said sheepishly, I had been to Peters house often to study, this should not be any different, Right.

I knocked on the door at around 4o'clock, and I was immediately greeted with an enthusiastic Aunt May “Y/N good to see you, how are you? "She did not even pause for an answer, "Peter is in his room waiting for you, he seems happy your his partner” she beamed at me one last time as I entered his room.

“Y/N your here” he said smiling at me, looking excited about my arrival.

I pulled out my play book and sat down on the bed beside him and we both leaned back against the wall as we clutched our play books. I flipped to Act 2 Scene 2 and he did the same.

“So since I am a girl I will nominate myself as Juliet, unless you feel to be more feminine out of us” I giggled at my own joke.

“Alright Juliet so that means I am your Romeo” he said smiling as we gazed into each others eyes.

“Um…Okay” I cleared my throat “Shall we start reading the scene ?Your first Romeo” I smiled.

“He jests at scars that never felt a wound” He reads it aloud in a failing attempt at a manly voice, making me laugh “Juliet appears above in a window” returning to his own when he spoke the stage direction. I laughed again at his attempt at the manly voice, it made him smile.

“But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?” He says “It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. Be not her maid since she is envious. Her vestal livery is but sick and green,And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off !"As he read out the passage his voice changed to soft and sincere, he gazed into my eyes with his attempt at secret glances down to my lips. I had not noticed but we had slowly been edging toward one another, we were so close I felt his breath on my face.

He returned his eyes to the Play, scanning through the next passage. We once again locked eyes, slowly edging closer, he then said gently "It is my lady. Oh, it is my love.” Our lips were touching now and I felt his hand brush away a strand of hair that had fallen over my face,“Oh Juliet, we should not” he said smirking and as he finally allowed our lips to fall into a kiss.

“OOOOkay kids, I just wanted to check I am going to put on some pizzzzz….ahhhhh” Aunt May had come crushing into his room looking now very flustered as she quickly slammed the door shut after noticing me and Peter.

Teasing jokes (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: If your taking requests could you do one where reader is patching up his Spidey induced wounds and knows he always gets flustered near them like that so they’re doing everything to make him blushy and flustered them maybe cuddles after they tease him

You looked at Peter, his hand clutching his side as he slid down your wall.
‘’You should be more careful’’ you told him, your eyes full of worry.
He laughed lightly but stopped, the movement making his body ache. You got up from your bed and walked to your kitchen, thankful your parents were out working, and got some ice. You then walked back to your room and gave Peter the ice pack, ruffling his hair slightly.
‘’Put this on your face until I come back with everything.’’
You walked to the bathroom, looking for the first aid kit, and when you finally found it, you went back to your room, a soft smile on your lips.
‘’Thank you’’ Peter said as you plopped yourself down on the ground next to him. ‘’I know you are busy with homework and stuff. You know I don’t like to come here and bother you -I just thought I could to a patrol in the afternoon instead of at night so that I could get some sleep.’’
You took the ice from his hands and set it over a piece of cloth you had brought with you, looking at Peter.
‘’It didn’t seem to go well’’ you told him.
‘’It didn’t’’ he said.
You signaled him to turn around, giving you access to the zipper of the suit. You opened it, helping him get his arms out of it. He turned back to look at you once the suit reached his hips and smiled softly, an uneasy look on his face.
‘’It could be worse’’ you told him as you inspected the bruise forming on his stomach. ‘’It definitely isn’t going to need stitches as it is just a bruise, but you should apply some ice and try to be more careful.’’ you repeated whilst cleaning the blood that was spilling out of his nose. He laughed a little and coughed after that. You looked at him and saw his cheeks turning red, and you realized it was from the position you were in -both of you sitting together on the ground, your hands caressing his skin. You decided to tease him a little, enjoying the proximity of your bodies. ‘’Have you been working out? You didn’t have abs last time I checked.’’
He blushed even more, the red already covering his ears.
‘’It’s not like you check that often’’ he told you with a quiet voice, making you laugh.
You poked the good side of his stomach and sighed dramatically, pouting your lips.
‘’Such a pity not to’’ you said, making him cough out of surprise. You shook your head, a smile on your lips as he began shifting uncomfortable. ‘’I was joking, Pete. Come here, you need to lie down for a while’’ you told him, helping him get on his feet, a small laugh leaving his lips.
‘’I do not need to lie -oh my God, I didn’t remember how comfortable your bed was’’ he said as you threw him onto your bed.
You laughed and lied next to him, covering both of you with a blanket before wrapping your legs around his.
‘’Good nap, Pete’’ you said as you closed your eyes, your face resting on his chest.
‘’Good nap, [Y/N]’’ he whispered before kissing your hair, his arm wrapped around you pulling you closer to him.

@i-hate-everything-in-life @ace-spidey @ravenrreyes @thisisthelilith

Dishwasher Safe

A/N: the basis of the this fic was borrowed from elsewhere. But I asked permission…. Well, I’m made @castielspahdehrah ask permission for me. If it’s well received I may be persuaded to write another part.

“I really need to go and clean the kitchen," you sighed, not wanting to move. The dishwasher needed emptying and various pots and pans needed putting back into their proper places.

"I’ll go, you cooked. Plus I should do more around here really seeing as you won’t take any rent from me,” your friend and colleague Spencer hauled himself up off the couch. He’d been staying with you for the last three weeks whilst his apartment building was having some work done on it. He hadn’t asked, you’d offered when you found out he was planning on moving into a hotel for the two months the renovations would take. You had a spare room and you two got on well enough, it made sense.

“I’m not gonna argue with you there. Bring me more wine please,” you smiled sweetly and relaxed back into the cushions.

A few moments later you could hear him clattering around in the kitchen and you closed your eyes, relaxing.

“What the….. What the hell?”

What now? Wearily you pushed yourself up and walked over to the kitchen, seeing Spencer with a bright purple silicone implement in his hand.

Whoops, you’d forgotten that had been in there.

“Is this…. Oh my God it is,” realising what he was holding, Spencer tossed it onto the counter top, a look of mild disgust on his face.

“Hey, don’t treat George like that. He needs to be treated with love and care,” you entered the kitchen and grabbed your toy.

“Why the hell was it in the dishwasher Y/N?”

“Because it needed cleaning?” well duh.


He wasn’t angry, more……a mixture of shocked and confused.

“Well not all of them. Only my dildos. It’s the best place for them. They’re dishwasher safe so…. Saves me having to boil them.”

“But… but…. but.”

“Oh come on Spencer. You know more than anyone how important it is for things to be properly cleaned. How germs are everywhere. You didn’t even shake my hand for weeks when I first started because of all the evil germs you were scared I’d transmit to you. You wouldn’t want me putting an unclean dildo into my vagina would you?”

“No, of course not…. Wait what?” he now looked appalled, his cheeks flushing red.

“Sex toy hygiene is very important to me.”

He blinked a few times, looking to the toy in your hand and then to the plates on the side that he’d emptied out.

“I presume that had been used when it went into the machine?”

“Well I gave it quick rinse under the tap before I stuck it in the dishwasher but yeah.”

“Right.” He turned back to the plates and started loading them back into the machine.

“What are you doing?” although it was very obvious what he was doing.

“I can’t eat off the same plates that have been washed in the same water as your…. as your…. ”


He nodded.

“And why not? The water’s hot. It would have sterilised everything. I don’t have cooties you know, Reid.”

“I know you don’t but…”

“And,” you stepped closer to him. “As a grown man I’m quite certain that you’re not unfamiliar with the taste of a woman’s…. juices. Not that you would be able to taste anything because like I say, the water will have cleaned it all.”

He flushed a deeper red.

“So what’s the problem Spencer?”

“It’s weird okay! You’re my friend, my work colleague. I don’t want to be eating off things that have been washed in the same water as your used dildo.”

“So if we were dating would it be different?” this was fun.

“I don’t know! Maybe!”

“Well that’s good to know.” You waited for him to finish reloading the dishwasher. Which he hadn’t emptied or loaded himself all week so didn’t know what you did.

“Spencer…. ”


“Just so you know, George has been in there for a few cycles already. I forgot that I’d put him in there last week.”

With that, you skipped off towards the bedroom to place George back in the drawer with his brothers and sisters, leaving Spencer spluttering to himself as the penny dropped in his brain.

i haven’t really been active on this blog recently and whilst i truly do regret that, i have still been enjoying the brilliant new season! and i just wanted to put up a quick psa.

as much as i love brotzly and queer ships in general, please keep intersectionality in mind before you trash todd/farah and try to desperately explain it away.

listen, i understand. i really do. all i’m saying is that todd/farah is a cute, healthy relationship between a strong black woman and a white man and we should take a moment to think about that before we label it as the Literal Work Of The Devil Himself. i personally am not gonna be mad at all if they evolve into a proper couple before the end of the season.

happy shipping, folks. let’s keep this fandom as kind and calm as it always has been.

Fairytales - Optional Bias Fluf/Angst

this’ll probably be longer than needed, but i’m back!!

prompt: You’re a princess who’s told by your father that you must marry and a ball is planned to find you a husband. You flee to the edge of your kingdom where you find a young man, living with two brothers and an abusive stepfather. You become friends quick and hatch a scheme: you will take one of the his shoes, claim it belong to your one true love, and send your father on a fool’s errand to find the ‘prince’ to which it belongs. In return you will help the man escape his family, if he wishes, at least for one night - at the ball.

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“But I’m not ready.” You exhaled in exhaustion.

You’re staring up at your father with wide eyes and he stares back, eyes piercing as he speaks.

“It has been set since you were a little girl,” He stood at your doors, arms crossed as he scowled at you. “You were to marry when your mother and I got too tired to control this part of the kingdom any longer.”

“Yes, but-”
“Your mother and I announced our stepping down from the throne almost two years ago, which gave you just enough time.”

You sighed.
“You never even let me out of the house unless I’m with ten guards, how would any guy even approach me?”
“We have invited princes from the east and the west to have dinner with you, here, right in our palace, and you turn them off every time.”
“It’s forced.”

There’s a slight silence before he opens his mouth again.
“Well, we didn’t want to go this route, but we must.” He sighs. “A ball will be scheduled in few days time, a marriage ball, the guests will only be princes, and you must find one to marry by the end of the night.”
“But I want to be in love with the one I marry.”
“You’re even lucky your mother and I didn’t just arrange a marriage,” He glares down at you. “There will be over 80 men there, surely one will suit your preferences.”

You stay silent.

“Isis will come down this afternoon to get a description and draw a style of the dress you’d like before she designs it. Your mother will handle all the food and decoration. I just expect you to be nice, look pretty, and find a husband.”
You don’t say anything else as he walks out and shuts your double doors before retreating.

You flop back down onto your bed, tears already beginning to fall.

The worst thing was that you knew you couldn’t do anything about it.

And you didn’t want to but you knew you had to marry.

Your parents were getting older, and the job was too stressful for them. So, in a way, you had always known you would eventually have to take over the palace and the kingdom with a husband by your side (especially as you were their only child).

But you hadn’t had a proper crush on anybody after you liked that one boy in kindergarten, and you only liked him because he used to give you his rice pudding everyday at lunch.

After you were young, you were home schooled, and even though the young palace workers flirted with you, it never went past that.

You didn’t realize how long you’d been sitting until you heard a knock.

You don’t move until the knocking persists, making you lift your head.

You tell them to come in and instantly you see the long, dark curls of your stylist.


She was motherly, always wearing silk and diamonds and ever looked mischievous with a cheshire cat smile.

But she wasn’t smiling, because she knew what was going on.

“I’m sorry.” She instantly says.

“It’s okay, it’s for the best.” You smile at her.

She closes the door behind her before moving to sit on your bed, dropping her sketchbook and ink onto your duvet.

She strokes the top of your head, a finger curling in one of your kinks as she sighs.

“I still have to design this dress for you.”
“I know.” You sit up.

“You don’t want to talk about it, though?”
“No. I just wanna get this all over with. Maybe I’ll like my husband after a while.”
She nods though she’s not convinced, flipping to an empty page before you.
“So, I want it baby blue, princess flared, I guess, and really huge, like the one we did for my birthday.” You sigh. “And I want it to shimmer, all over, everytime the light hits it….”

The loud clock near the kingdom’s temple had rung out, signalling it was midnight.

You looked out your window, watching all the palace workers retreat to their nearby village.

It was extremely dark and a thunderstorm was raging, but you had conspired this plan for hours, and nothing was going to stop you.

You looked into the mirror sitting up against one of your walls.

You wore a dark red outfit; a traditional red tubed top paired with long-flared red pants. Your crystal shoes were hidden underneath them.

You took a sheer scarf from your closet and wrapped it around your head, hiding your hair and most of your face within it before deciding you were ready.

You exited your room quietly, walking downstairs to get to the place your father kept most of his money.

You took a few hundred coins, not knowing how long you would be gone for, before rushing your way down the many halls to get to the very back of the palace.

It was outdoors at this part, because this was where the garden was, meaning you could sneak out the gates without making any noise.

You hid within the rush of palace workers, blending in as you tried to look as if you were in a hurry as well.

You successfully made it out, following them to the village they would now go to.

But when you got to their village you continued on, deciding you wouldn’t stop until just the right moment.

It was your second day out, and you knew word had gotten out that one of the princesses had disappeared.

Since a little girl you had been friends with all the princesses from neighboring kingdoms, so you snuck into their palaces whenever you could for food or to rest, and they would hide you well, before you set out again.

It was night and you had just made it to the next village.

It was quiet out, and it was raining again, thundering as well as you walked, but it didn’t bother you.

What did bother you was the sounds of shouting a few steps away.

You tried to ignore the yelling coming from inside a particular house until you saw the door to the house open.

A man instantly fell out, onto his back and seemed to be looking up into the house before you saw another man standing, peering down at him.

“I told you to clean the fireplace, didn’t I?”
“I was going t-to, I was just cl-cleaning the dis-”
“Since you can’t take care of anything in the house, why don’t you take care of everything outside?” The man booms at him. “You can sleep in the pig’s den tonight.”
With that he shuts the door and locks in.

Not another sound is heard.

You had been hiding behind a tree the entire time, fear stricken as you watched.

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Request: could you do an imagine based on the song friends by ed sheeran? i feel like it could be interesting

Word count: 799

Warnings: Angst?? Definite fluff

I’m sorry its late out, but I have been doing drama performances all week, and school work, whilst coping with serious school drama so you’ll have to forgive me. I should have another request out today! Love y’all, enjoy!

Song: Friends by Ed Sheeran

Originally posted by alienphaan

We’re not, no we’re not friends, nor have we ever been.

We just try to keep those secrets in a lie,

And if they find out, will it all go wrong?

And Heaven knows, no one wants it to.

You sat on your bed and sniff, wiping away tears that have spilled from your eyes. You knew being with Dan would always be difficult due to his fame on the internet, but not that difficult. You had a photo clutched in your hand, memories built around it. You are grinning at the camera, Dan staring at you lovingly, both of you standing next to the Eiffel Tower. You had gone on a trip, Phil coming along to make it seem less suspicious if anyone found out. Your fingers were laced together. Only a few hours after the photo was taken, you shared your first kiss with each other. You wished people could know, that the Phandom knew, but it was too risky.

So I could take the back road

But your eyes will lead me straight back home.

And if you know me like I know you

You should love me, you should know.

You placed down the photo and leaned back, wrapping your arms around yourself like you wished Dan was. You had tried to be ‘just friends’ so many times, even tried not talking to each other at all, but it just didn’t work. You always ended up the same, in his arms, whispering apologies and sweet nothings. God knows, you just had such a deep connection it was impossible not to be together. You knew you probably loved him, truly, and that he probably loved you too.

Friends just sleep in another bed,

And friends don’t treat me like you do.

Well I know that there’s a limit to everything,

But my friends won’t love me like you.

No, my friends won’t love me like you.

You never actually made it official. You were always ‘friends’, but you shared kisses, moments of intimacy, so much love. But obviously, you were only friends, nothing more, nothing less. Anyone else would call you both stupid, it was obvious you couldn’t just stay like this, in a constant circle, that you should just give in and let it happen. You wished you could.

We’re not friends, we could be anything.

If we try to keep those secrets safe.

No one will find out if it all went wrong.

They’ll never know what we’ve been through.

If you tried to be together, it wouldn’t be you or Dan being the problem, it would be in the internet. If anything happened, anything went wrong, anyone found out something, everything would be so much worse than it would be if it was just the two of you. When your love life becomes the worlds too, anything could happen. You must be careful, and you didn’t want to be careful. You wanted to be free with him.

But then again, if we’re not friends,

Someone else might love you too.

And then again, if we’re not friends,

There’d be nothing I could do, and that’s why

You wouldn’t be able to cope with Dan being with someone else, seeing him look at them like he should be looking at you. You didn’t want to let him go, but at the same time you needed to. Either option was terrifying for both of you. You wanted him to carry on loving you, only have eyes for you, but who were you to say otherwise?

Friends should sleep in other beds.

And friends shouldn’t kiss me like you do.

And I know that there’s a limit to everything.

But my friends won’t love me like you.

You jumped as your phone pinged quietly, and you picked it up, spotting the notification: Danisnotonfire tagged you in a photo. You frowned and opened it up, letting out a gasp of shock as you saw the photo. It was another one from Paris – this time you were kissing Dan on the cheek as he smirked at the camera. Another photo was next to it, in a collage style, taken just after the first. This time you were both kissing each other, Dan’s hand brushing your cheek. It was caption with simple but sweet words.

Friends won’t love me like you.

You threw down your phone, running out of your apartment and grabbing a taxi. You sat impatiently in the back, paying and throwing open the door when you arrived. You ran to the door, unlocking it with a spare key you had, slamming it shut and sprinting up the stairs. Dan flew towards you, your lips colliding into a kiss.

No, my friends won’t love me like you do.

Oh, my friends will never love me like you.


Imagine breaking up with Ravi because you turned into a zombie at the boat party and you don’t want to hurt him. (Part 1)

Not My GIFs GIF 1: @aerivaille | GIF 2: @lindir

It’s funny how quickly your life can change, one minute you are living your dream: dream job; dream apartment; dream boyfriend, then the next minute it is all gone.

The night of the boat party everything changed, there was an attack and a lot of people died. As far as I can tell I am the only survivor, my body sustained gashes from the attack and somehow it changed me into what only can be described as a zombie.

It’s weird though because I still have conscious thoughts, I’m still me, I just happen to like brains now. The only changes I gained apart from my little cravings, and the fact the my hair and skin have paled dramatically, is that I can turn someone into a zombie or maybe kill them… to be honest I don’t really know how it works just that a scratch from me is lethal.

Which leads me to why I am here now.

I’m stood infront of my loving boyfriend, Ravi, about to destroy our relationship so I can’t hurt him. “Ravi” I begin.

Ravi and I have been dating for three years, we moved in together within our first year of dating.

“I don’t know how else to say this” I continue, wanting to tell him everything whilst also wanting to protect him. “I think we should break up”.

Ravi had been looking concerned and nervous but now he just looked heart broken causing me to want to take everything back. “W..What?” Ravi stutters. Right I’ve started it now, just rip the plaster (band aid) off.

“I just feel trapped, I need to just have space, okay?” I say more harshly. “I’m sorry, I’m the problem…but I need to leave”. I feel like I was breaking inside as I lied through my teeth my first love. I get up and whilst giving an apologetic look to Ravi, I back away towards the door and leave. Leaving my heart with Ravi.

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Writing your medicine personal statement

With only 4000 characters and 47 lines allotted to you to persuade medical schools why you will make the ideal medical student and future doctor, the personal statement can be a daunting task. However, armed with thorough research and all of the skills and experiences that you’ve picked up along the way on your journey to medical school, articulating yourself in this highly concise piece of writing is wholly possible. There is no right or wrong way to write a personal statement, and there’s no definitive structure out there that will guarantee that you gain that coveted place at medical school. Regardless, here are a few tips I’ve compiled that have helped me to develop my own personal statement and will hopefully give you a few pointers in writing your own.

Have you done your research? Before writing your personal statement, you need to make sure you have all the information you need. Different medical schools place emphasis on different aspects of your application, and since you can’t tailor your personal statement to suit the requirements of one university alone, you need to make sure that your personal statement meets the criteria for all of the choices you’ve made. This is a good time to go onto individual university websites or to flick through prospectuses, going through the course structure of each medical degree and familiarising yourself with the kind of medical applicant each university is looking for. Also, this is a good time to rule out any medical schools whose teaching styles don’t suit you. Once you’ve compiled enough information about what each medical school is looking for in an applicant, the extracurricular activities they may be interested in and the qualities and experiences they would like to see evidence of, it’s time to start writing your personal statement.

Why do you want to do medicine? This is a question that you’ll get asked at almost every stage on your way to medical school, and maybe even beyond. In fact, my friend who is now a third year medic was asked this recently, and I found myself asking the doctors I was shadowing what drew them to medicine as well. The amount of times I’ve been asked this question myself on my work experience alone was enough to tell me that this question is important and will continue to be brought up. It is therefore crucial that you have some sort of viable answer to this question. I struggle with this one a lot myself, and there may be many reasons for your interest in medicine that you can’t go into in too much detail in a document like a personal statement, where a character limit restricts you in terms of what you can share. However, what you do need to show is that medicine has been a continuous thought process. With a career as demanding as medicine, no admissions tutor wants to see a potential medic declare that their path to medicine was decided by an epiphany one afternoon, or that the answer to this question came to them in a dream. You need to show that you’ve given this huge decision the contemplation and thought it deserves. What is it you like about medicine? Maybe you’ve always had an interest in science, particularly the practical side of things. How did this lead to deciding on medicine? What made you certain that this was a career for you?

What sort of work experience do you have? This links nicely to the previous paragraph. To prove that you’ve given medicine some thought, you need to provide evidence that you understand the demands of the profession and that to some extent, you have an understanding of the career you’re getting yourself into. This paragraph is a good place to talk about some of the key things you’ve seen whilst on work experience. Don’t be tempted to write about every amazing procedure you’ve witnessed, or get too caught up in sharing all of the new medical terminology you’ve learnt. There really isn’t enough space to write about all of this (trust me - it’s been really difficult trying to choose what to include and what I can sacrifice!), but remember that you can save a lot of what you’ve learnt throughout your work experience for your interviews. Choose a few things that taught you about what it’s like to be a doctor, what qualities a doctor should have and maybe share some of the things that surprised you or even the negatives. There’s always something to be learned from bad experiences as well. How did the doctor you were shadowing deal with a difficult situation? What did this teach you about doctor-patient interactions? Draw on your experiences, but don’t just list them. Be introspective.

How can you show a commitment to medicine and healthcare? In this paragraph, it’s important to discuss any voluntary work you’ve undertaken that might have solidified your decision to become a doctor. Mention any long term (or short term) volunteering you’ve been doing, but most importantly, mention what you’ve gained from this. For example, has your volunteering made you more aware of the importance of other healthcare professionals? Has it taught you the importance of empathy? Do you now have a deeper appreciation for the emotional difficulties of the healthcare profession as a result of your volunteering? What have you enjoyed about it, and ultimately, in what ways do you think your volunteering has prepared you for a career in medicine?

What do you like to do in your spare time? Your life can’t be all about medicine, all of the time. Having now spent over half of your personal statement discussing all of the ways in which you’ve shown your dedication to the medical field, you also need to show that there are other dimensions to your character. Are you involved in any clubs or societies at school or university? Why do you enjoy attending these? Do you participate in sports? Do you play an instrument? Are you artistic? Do your other A level subjects supplement your interests? It is important to show that you have interests outside of medicine because medical schools need to see that you have a balance in your life. Maybe your artistic hobby allows you time to relax from your obviously busy schedule, or maybe your involvement in sports is a good stress relief and helps to keep you fit and healthy.

Why should the medical schools choose you? Finally, conclude with a few closing sentences summarising what you’ve said. Perhaps mention that you are well informed about all of the demands a medical career can have upon a person, and that your journey in conclusively deciding whether medicine is for you hasn’t always been easy. However, your experiences should have culminated in you ultimately deciding that this is a path worth pursuing, otherwise you wouldn’t be writing your personal statement for medical schools. What skills and qualities do you have that will make you a good candidate for medical school? Close with a reflective, resolute, well thought out statement that summarises why medicine is the most suitable fit for you. 

Overall, you really have to sell yourself in your personal statement. Make the medical schools see exactly why you’ll make a good doctor, and show them that you haven’t just woken up one day and suddenly decided that you’ll give medicine a go. Prove that you’ve given this potential career plenty of consideration, show them that you are a multifaceted person with varied interests and emphasise the qualities you believe will make you an excellent candidate for medical school. Be enthusiastic! There must be something you enjoy about medicine, so make sure that this passion shines through! Trying to do all of this whilst being concise is definitely a challenge, so be prepared to write several drafts of your personal statement before you get to a place where you’re 100% happy with it. Utilise the people around you - get your teachers or university tutors to read your personal statement, even your friends and family and maybe some of the contacts you’ve made whilst on work experience. Take their tips on board, but ultimately, make sure that your personal statement remains personal. Good luck!

                            straight caffeine; chapter one

September 24TH, 2016

 I despised a lot of things.

I hated when people accidentally stepped on the back of my shoe and made it slip off my heel. I hated when people liked to watch sad movies for fun. I hated how shitty I always felt after I talked to my mother, even though I told myself a hundred times before her phone call that I wasn’t going to let her disappoint me.

Grocery shopping? That took the cake.

When I lived with my father I didn’t mind grocery shopping. I actually liked going with him to the nearest store and picking out things that I wanted to eat for the rest of the week, which more often than not included packets of Rolos and other various unhealthy junk food. As an adult, grocery shopping was pure torture. Especially because at nearly twenty-five I had to make decisions on the boring healthy foods I knew I had to get. Bananas or apples? Romaine lettuce or spinach for salads? It didn’t help that conventionally healthy foods were a lot more expensive, something I noticed the very first time I had gone grocery shopping by myself after moving out of my father’s house. The boxes of macaroni and cheese were almost six dollars cheaper than the ingredients to make a salad that I wouldn’t completely hate to eat.

Still, grocery shopping was a necessity. Which was why I found myself standing in the middle of Hilal Food Centre at two in the morning early Saturday morning.

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It’s come to my attention lately just how important our queer history is and just how important it is for us to do what we can to remember that and to examine how we put ourselves across. 

Most people on Instagram know me as the guy who draws hot guys from the social media app. I used to wake up, do a guy sketch, then go to work and come home and do another. I would pick guys I followed or who popped up on my discover section or through photographers I follow. However, I didn’t realise how I was limiting the types of people I drew. The majority of guys I kept drawing were ripped, white guys. It wasn’t intentionally but it was something that was pretty clear whilst looking back through my work. Of cause I did draw people of colour and people with different body types but they were very few and far between. I didn’t realise but I was subconsciously putting out there that this, the white ripped guy look was the look to strive for which has made people feel self-conscious about their bodies. This is something I really never wanted. I pride myself on the fact I’m all about body equality and feeling great in your own skin but I wasn’t showing it as diverse as I should have been. I don’t believe in shaming people who have gym ready bodies, I think these people have a right to be proud of themselves and their bodies. I also see gym ready guys shaming others who are not, and that isn’t fair. If you’re healthy, look after yourself, and are comfortable in your own skin then that’s all that matters. I also didn’t realise that the majority of guys I followed were white. It’s like my Instagram feed has forgotten that the LGBT community isn’t just white and male. This again is something I want to challenge. We are a group of multicultural misfits and I want to celebrate that. 

So, going forward I’m going to make a point of making work that I can look at and say “I’m proud of that, this has something to say”. This is part of the reason for my Queer History series, and the various other projects I have lined up. I don’t want to known as someone that adds to the ‘white gays are the only people who matter’ group. I want to show my support to my fellow brothers and sisters (LBT) and I want to help make a difference. 

Watch this space. =]

Oh dear. Loki done fucked up again. I’ve left this on a cliffhanger so I’m open to the idea of a Part 2 but I’ll need ideas. As much as I enjoy elongating stories, I need your guys’ help if you want me to add to them. Thanks to @deandoctorharryandsherlock​ for the request. 

I have a request for a LokixReader, so here goes. Can you do something where Loki is in his cell on Asgard and the reader wants to break him out. I know this is kinda vague, so just so whatever you want! Thanks! Love your writing!

“The Escape”

Loki paced the floor with his hands behind his back. He could escape if he wanted to – that’s what he told himself. He could escape if he wanted to, so it was only logical that he didn’t want to.

It had nothing to do with the fact every plan he made, every circumstance in which he freed himself, Thor got in the way. Thor always brought him to justice, back to his cell. So for now, he waited. Waited for the inevitable, for his little traps to bring about a reason that Thor should release him of his own accord. This assurance did nothing to alleviate the duration of his sentence.

The burden of waiting was worsened by the severe lack of company. Aside from his mother who visited her “son” once a week, he rarely received visitors.

He so rarely had company that he was genuinely surprised to see you standing outside of his cell. What a strange turn of events!
“Decades of desertion and finally she visits.”

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Unanswered Questions - Chapter 2

Words: 1345

Warning: None

So this was the answer to everything?

A small and insignificant looking bean? The woman had to have been completely mad because something like this seemed an awful lot like a page out of ‘Jack and the beanstalk’.

Wait. No….No that was a completely ridiculous thought and I quickly shake my head at myself for having let it in my mind in the first place. There was no way this bean would do something like that. This is the real world! Nothing even remotely exciting seemed to happen around here.

My eyes drifted from the bean to the computer screen in front of me and any sense of excitement, no matter how small it may have been, that once ran through me now disintegrated into nothing. 862 unread emails. I had only been away from work for a single day and this is what I came back to? An involuntary groan escapes my lips as I clutch the bean even tighter in my hand and try to motivate myself to making somewhat of a start on what would, no doubt, be emails that would only result in making my day that little bit more boring.

Dear Mr Harrison,

Thank you for your email. Unfortunately as what yo-

I thought I had been doing well, even managing to start on a reply to the numerous emails I had, but my interest in the bean was far outweighing my interest in work. It was almost like it was calling out to me, tapping into the part of me that just simply didn’t want to be here right now, I wasn’t going to be able to ignore it for much longer. But then did I really want to?

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Skool Luv Affair

Pairings: Jikook, Yoonseok, Namjin

Words: 1051

Genre: Hogwarts!au, enemies to lovers

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 9 Read it on AO3

Part 3

“Namjoon-ah!” Jin greeted as he threw himself down in the free chair next to the Ravenclaw, who did not look up from the book he was reading. His purple hair was pushed back out of his eyes by a red bandana, leading Jin to send silent thanks to Taehyung for forcing such good style on his brother and thus providing him with excellent visuals.

“Hey!” He called again, leaning forward to wave a hand in front of the sixth year’s face to break through his impenetrable barrier of concentration.

“Huh? Oh hi Seokjin hyung,” He greeted, smiling awkwardly. “Can I help you?”

“I’ve told you before, call me Jin-hyung!” He pouted.

“OK, hyung,” He sighed, clearly hoping to get back to his work as soon as possible.

“What are you doing anyway?”

“Extension work for Professor Vector,”

“Extension work?” He echoed back, shocked and somewhat horrified. “But it’s a Saturday!”

“What else would I be doing on a Saturday?” He asked frowning, pushing his glasses back up his nose with the end of his quill.

“I can think of a million and one things that don’t involve extension work,” Jin exclaimed, pronouncing the last two words with heartfelt disgust.

“I don’t think that’s very likely, hyung,” Namjoon muttered.

“You need to live a little, Joonie,” He exclaimed, leaning back in his chair and resting his feet on the table.

“Hyung please I’m trying to work,” He frowned at the shoes that were now firmly planted on some of his parchment. “Could you move your feet?”

He complied with an annoyed huff, reminding himself that Namjoon was a prefect and that he shouldn’t push him too far, as it would be a stupid waste of house points. (He could get a little competitive when it came to Gryffindor). Besides, it would totally ruin the cool, flirty vibe he was going for – even if the Ravenclaw was far too dense to recognise that he was flirting.

Ah he had his work cut out for him here.

He caught the eye of a couple of fifth year girls who were glancing over at him and whispering to one another. He flashed them a confident smile and a wink, eliciting a string of giggles. They didn’t call him the most handsome wizard in the school for nothing.

“Hey Namjoon,”

“Yeah, hyung?” He replied, there’s a hesitance in his tone that shows that he is not really concentrating, too distracted by checking through the first page of his work. Well, this should get his attention.

“Do you want to hear a construction joke?”

“Umm, I guess?” He said, sounding reluctant.

“I’m still working on it,” He grinned and started laughing, earning himself a few displeased looks from the library’s other occupants and a disappointingly blank, confused look from Namjoon.

“Oh come on!” He exclaimed, frowning in annoyance.

“I’m still trying to work out the punch line,” He admitted, furrowing his brows. Whilst this may have been an undoubtedly attractive site, Jin was still in shock that he didn’t get his amazing joke.

“It’s a construction joke, but I’m still working on it, like how you work on construction?” He explained, feeling that it somehow defeated the point of telling the joke in the first place.

“Oh, right,”                                      

“Honestly, call yourself a Ravenclaw,” He muttered, shaking his head. “I think this shows that you’ve been spending too much time studying! You’ve lost your sense of humour!”

“If you say so,” He sighed.

“Well at least you’ll get outside and see some sun tomorrow,”

“Tomorrow?” He asked, looking up from his work.

“Yeah, tomorrow. The match?”

“Oh that,” He shrugged, “I’m not going,”

“What!” Jin exclaimed loudly, receiving a furious hushing from the librarian who he mouthed a quick ‘sorry’ at before repeating in a quieter voice, “What!”

“Well, it’s not Ravenclaw and I’m not really that interested in Quidditch so –”

“I refuse to accept that as a reason!” He interrupted.

“But it is my reason…” Namjoon objected but without much strength, clearly having realised that he was fighting a losing battle.

“Everyone goes to Quidditch! Not just because it’s your house or because it’s a great sport – also how can you not be interested in it? It’s the most thrilling game – but because it’s a community event! Besides, isn’t your brother commentator this year?”

“Yeah, another good reason not to go,” He groaned but was ignored.

“As your hyung, I am insisting that you go, it’s important for your health to get out in the fresh air,” He announced with determination.

“Ok, ok, I’ll come,” He conceded defeat. “Though really I don’t know why they let Tae be the commentator, he doesn’t care all that much about Quidditch either! He’ll probably start talking about the shape of the clouds or the weeds growing on the pitch,”

“Sounds fun,” Jin grinned, thrilled to have won. “If you sit with me you can share my picnic,”

“The one that the Hufflepuffs are super jealous of?” He asked looking hopeful.

“The very one,” He boasted proudly. His picnic fare was famous.

“I’ll have to take you up on that,” He beamed.

“It’s a date!” He declared feeling mildly stunned by how adorable the younger’s excited smile was.

“Cool, would you pass me that book?”

“Sure,” He complied, gritting his teeth in frustration.

Namjoon was just so infuriatingly dense. More or less the entirety of the student body found his charms irresistible! He could get girls and sometimes even guys to swoon with a look, received almost daily declarations of love – sometimes via howlers which could get embarrassing – and was frequently voted most beautiful student in Hogwarts even if he wasn’t entirely sure by whom or how they were voting. And despite all of that he had to work pretty hard to get the Ravenclaw to even talk to him for extended periods of time!

He had the worst luck really, to have a crush on the one person who wasn’t falling over their feet to go out with him. It was a tragedy, compounded by the fact that he was incredibly oblivious. Every single one of his brilliant pickup lines went straight past him and he might as well be trying to flirt with a brick wall. This being Hogwarts he was actually more likely to get a response.

anonymous asked:

For the quote prompts, how about 30 for Nightwing/Starfire? Btw I love your work! :)

You got it, pal. Thanks so much <3

“We should run away.”

They may have been in their 20′s; full grown adults, in fact but it seemed apparently, you could never be too old for a lecture from the Batman. Probably the most unsettling thing about Bruce moaning at them was the fact he stayed stoic and didn’t even raise his voice as he verbally spanked them.

“You were reckless. You were uncalculated. You could have been seriously injured. What were you thinking?”

Nightwing sighed and rubbed the back of his neck whilst Starfire simple chewed her lip and stared at he ground. Really, being the sole vigilantes of Bludhaven should mean they could act how they wanted.

Try telling that to their den mother.

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Re-emerges into tumblr only for the cosmere fandom AS IT SHOULD BE

I’ve been re reading the stormlight archive on kindle whilst on my commute to and from work and it’s been slow going because have you seen a video of what Seoul subways look like at rush hour but ANYWAY it’s amazing how, even though I’ve read this book twice now since the first time I experienced it, it can still make me feel SOME KINDA WAY even when I know what is going to happen// I just finished the part wher kaladin survives being strung up during the highstorm and I was internally screeching the entire chapter cause my SON is about to DIE except he has STORMLIGHT MAGIC and he LIVES like the majestic triumphant sass biscuit that he is

FRICK the one constant in my life is my love of this series. I love this series too much. I have pestered my friends about it, am currently pestering my boyfriend about it, and look forward to many years of pestering my children about my love for kaladin freakin stormblessed

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Hey bts, diss Hobi

Jin: You know, he always tells me off for doing the wrong dance move, but I’ve just been copying him!

Yoongi: When I mention that we should film Hwagae Market, he says he’s busy working on Hixtape… But he’s used that excuse 10 times by now, so with all the time he’s been spending on it, shouldn’t it be finished already?

Namjoon: He tells me off sometimes for not spending enough time on dancing, but who’s the one that is busy writing half out songs whilst he procrastinates from working on Hixtape?

Jimin: He keeps saying he will have a shower when he’s sweaty from working out, but then he keeps forgetting and falling asleep when he’s all sweaty!

Taehyung: He says I can’t be part of Cypher or his mixtape, so I won’t count him as part of the vocal line

Jungkook: Sometimes when I’m busy gaming, he just shows up doing aegyo… If anything it’s creepy.


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I've been in a relationship for 5 years. I don't feel in love with him anymore when we kiss or have sex there's no feeling there. He makes me feel guilty if I try to leave him, it's very hard because he's a good person. But I keep thinking about someone else, I don't know what to do. I don't know if I should work on it or leave.

If there’s nothing there don’t make them feel like there is (eg. dragging the breakup out), make it short and sweet whilst still being nice, and don’t let them make you feel guilty, you have nothing to feel guilty about, falling out of love is quite simple and happens a lot.