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Fuck Ups

Pairing: Alex x Reader x Warren Prompt: The boys love you, but can’t realize that sometimes they take it too far, as far as potentially losing you. Word Count: 838 words Warning: Lots of swearing, angst(??) A/N:  I might do a part two but I liked where this ended??? I also wrote most of this a 2 am so be kind. Tagging: @pagemaximoff , @thrill-t00n (let me know if you want to be tagged or untagged)

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                Alex sat between Warren’s legs, his back pressed against Warren’s bare chest. Warren was playing with Alex’s hands, both sitting in silence as you laid beside them. The bed you all three shared had never felt so big, a mountain of distance between you and the two men. Warren shifted uneasily, not liking that fact you’re still ignoring them. But to make it worse, you were lying in bed as it none of it happened. Warren glanced down at Alex, whose eyes were fixated on your body. Your back was been facing them, your soft breaths filling the room as you clutched onto your pillow. Warren dropped Alex’s hands, gaining his attention. He nodded towards your body, Alex sighing in agreeance as Warren thought of what to say. “Y/n?” Warren spoke softly, your breathing faltering faintly, yet no reaction. “Baby.” Alex cooed, moving away from Warren’s body. As Alex moved you indistinctively grabbed the blanket from the end of the bed, pulling it over yourself as a sign to back off. Alex retreated to Warren’s lap once again, frowning at you. “Are you still mad?” Warren asked, while Alex contained the eye roll from his stupid question. Of course you were mad, you hadn’t talked to them in two days.

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A post about romantic relationships

so I’ve been in a relationship for 5 years now. And I see a lot of posts about how people think relationships mean having butterflies forever, your heart beating faster when they walk into a room, about cuddling together every night, legs intertwined, that you’d be so happy to live together you’d sleep on a double bed with each other every night.

And its not really like that, at least not to me.

You stop getting the butterflies when you live together. Your heart no longer speeds up when you see them, but instead, everything calms down. When youre in the room with them, you feel calm, and secure. When you cuddle them you feel your heart beat slow, and the sound of their breathing carry you towards comfort. It doesnt feel like a roller coaster anymore, it feels like home.

You don’t sleep curled up with each other every night, legs twisted between theirs so tight its hard to tell where yours begin and theirs end.

Instead, you sleep comfortably, side by side, sometimes facing different directions. But every night, you find yourself scooting backwards on the bed so you bump into them. You snuggle against their arm, or stroke their hair as they fall asleep. There are nights when my boyfriend, in his sleep, reaches around me and pulls me to him, like a child with his teddybear, like I am his comfort.

 In the wee hours of the morning before the dawn breaks, when the world is blue and you see through cracked eyes, you curl into their chest and inhale their scent before drifting back to sleep. 

Kisses aren’t always romantic and firey anymore. But there are so much more of them now. There are cold kisses when you’re eating ice cream in the summer, and sticky kisses over breakfast pancakes. There’s “im leaving now” kisses, and “one more kiss before you go” kisses. There’s sleepy morning kisses before work, when you don’t remember the alarm going off but instead the press of their lips against yours is what brings you into the day.

There’s kisses before sleep, and, you are so sweet with the things you do kisses. There’s kisses because you treat animals so tenderly, and I’m so glad i’m with you and not someone else kisses. There’s quick kisses in the aisles of the grocery store, when its loud and you gravitate together, when instead of having your own personal space and their own personal space, its both of yours together, and you step into their chest to take up less area together. 

You don’t always text each other with confessions of love and care like you used to, because that’s a given now, and you’ve moved on to quirky inside jokes about the life youve built together. You share looks of exasperation and amusement in public, your own little world against the outside one. 

Relationships aren’t always a fairy tale. They’re not always fireworks and sparks, at least, after the start.

But they are a quiet rhythm and hum of love and care. It’s not a fire in your soul, but one in your hearth, keeping you warm and comfortable, comforting you as you drowsily drift into sleep.

And I love that.

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moodboards: achillean

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“Listen…  You’re his best friend… and I completely fucked up– it’s over between us, but… please, punch me, or punish me, or do something to me because he just… cried.  Hewasn’t even angry, they were just so sad– be angry at me, please.” Warren +Alex

Warren Worthington iii + Alex Summers + This Prompt List

A/N: I suffered so hard writing this jfc my poor heart. @kurtwxgners if I have to be suffering over our boyfriends, then so do you. I also don’t use the prompt totally verbatim, but oh well close enough

“Iknow you’re angry at me, and you have every right to be. I just want to know ifyou’ve checked in on Warren. I’m worried about him. Can you just let me know?”

“Alex,please. He doesn’t want to see me. Please just tell me if he’s done somethingstupid.”

“Pickup the phone, Alex. Please. I just need to know if he’s okay. Call me back.Please.”

“Iknow you don’t want to talk to me. I don’t want to talk to me. But I’m sosorry, and I’m so, so worried. About Warren, about you. Please talk to me.”

You have reachedthe voicemail of Alex Summers. Please call back at another time, or leave amessage after the tone

“Go away.” You barely manage to wedgeyourself against the door before it shuts in your face, leaning your weightagainst it and forcing it open a few inches.

“I know you don’t want tosee me. I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t want to see me. This is all my fault, butWarren doesn’t want to see me right now, and I don’t want to make things worseby showing up anyway and I’m so worried about-”

“He doesn’t want to see me either.” Alex’svoice is flat and brusque, cutting bluntly across your borderline hystericalplea.

“Have you tried?” Your hands are shakingslightly, and you shove them deep into your pockets, hoping that maybe if youignore the fear rising like bile at the back of your throat, it’ll go away.

“No. But I fucked his girlfriend, knowingfull well that you were with him. I’m pretty goddamn sure he doesn’t want to see me.” You can’t tear your gazefrom Alex’s face, and the self-hatred scrawled so blatantly across his featureshits you like a physical force. Your guilt is almost overwhelming, and youwonder if this is what drowning feels like.

“Alex, please,”you choke out, voice small and desperate. “You’re his best friend. I completelyfucked up, and it’s-it’s over between Warren and I, but please. Check on him.Help him. Something. I don’t know.Punch me, or punish me, or whatever you have to do, but don’t take it out onhim, because he wasn’t even angry at me over it, he was just-he just cried. He was-is-so, so sad. So be angryat me. Whatever you need to do-take it out on me.” Your hands are balled intofists where you’ve hidden them in your pockets, but your entire body feelsunstable, and the air is rife with immense volatility. “Please just talk tohim.” Alex’s gaze is heavy and inscrutable, clenching his jaw.

“You have no right-” His voice is tightwith barely controlled rage and anguish but you can’t think about that, can’tstop to re visit the destruction wrought by your terrible decision.

“You think I don’t know that?” Youinterrupt him, reckless with shame. “I lovehim. I’m so in love with him, and I fucked up, and he’s hurting because of me.You think I don’t know that if he goes off the rails, it’ll be my fault.”

“So why’d you do it, then? Why’d you fuckme if you love him so much?” Alex spits back, derision and pain so clearlywritten in his tone you can practically see the venom in the air.

“Because maybe I love you too.” The wordsare out before you have a chance to so much as think about them, and the secondthe last word leaves your lips your hand is flying up to cover your mouth, andAlex actually jolts, as if you had just punched him. “Shit,” you whisper,muffled by your fingers, eyes wide with shock. “Shit, shit, shit. God, I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. Iwon’t call again. I’m so sorry.” You leave him standing in his open doorway,looking after you as you hurry away from his apartment, dashing silent tearsfrom your face and wondering when you had become so toxic for these two boys youlove so much.

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bruce banner has 7 phds? thats so excessive.. if i met someone with 7 phds i would honestly just be like wtf is wrong with you? its not even the fact that it would take so much time and effort to get them its that there is literally no situation where 7 phds is necessary. thats never gonna happen. hes honestly gotta be so stupid to think for some reason he needs 7 phds.

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What We Do In The Shadows (2014) dir. Taika Waititi and Jemaine Clement

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in this house we love, treasure, and support the oxford comma

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Greeks: Achilles is gay

Christians: Achilles is straight

Me, an intellectual: Achilles is bisexual

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Is this a crown🤔 🤫😁😄😁

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Today in Asgardian art history: 

I Can’t Hear You Over the Sound of my Awesomeness by Bouguereau

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I hope T'Challa took Shuri to Beychella

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people who can just plop their sweet lil heads down on their pillow and quickly fall asleep don’t know how lucky they are… i gotta construct a whole ass cinematic universe in my head with dramatic plot twists and in-depth characters to help me fall asleep

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Courts of Prythian aesthetic: Solar Courts

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John Mulaney stops by The Tonight Show