#this makes no sense i need to skeep

[boabel]

district nine was part of the rebel plot... suzanne just doesn't know them like i do

[slafkovskys]

Nick moldenhauer just seems like a very cuddly bf like Sunday or Saturday morning type watching tv on the couch and cuddling type

no, but after a home stand where the boys fought as hard as they did against ohio? sure they didn’t win saturday, but you still had friday’s big win to celebrate and that you did, staying at skeeps for hours until the two of you migrated to your apartment for the night.

you don’t even bother dragging yourselves out of bed until almost eleven when that need for food becomes too much and even then, you’re scrolling through door dash to find something. nick’s got his body tucked into yours on the couch, a blanket thrown over you both as you scarf down lukewarm pancakes, “i think we need to watch the last episode again. this isn’t making sense.”

“what if i just explain it,” you pout, running a hand through his tousled hair. you really didn’t want to waste an hour rewatching an episode that you had paid attention to while your boyfriend was more concerned with trying to make out.

“just don’t skip the recap on this one,” he compromises, letting his head rest in the divot of your hip and you hum. he hooks a hand over your leg and thumbs gently at the fabric covered skin while you continue to play with his hair, “don’t stop.”

“hush, i’m starting it.”

[puckyess]

Hi could u do#14, 45, and 76 with Ethan Edwards

I know technically blurbs don’t have pictures, but these are too good not to include.

45. “You heard me. Take. it. Off.”

-

“We should’ve just coat checked” you try to get out through your chattering teeth.

“The line didn’t look that long when we parked”, your friend squeaked, blowing her breath on her hands just trying to feel any kind of warmth at all.

You were in a sour mood that you had to wait in the line at all, knowing that you could’ve easily waited and come with the group of boys that you knew never had to wait in the line to get inside Skeeps. More specifically, you could’ve walked in with your something-more-than-fuck-buddy, but since he refused to make anything official after months, you were stuck waiting in line wearing clothing that was hardly appropriate for the freezing temperatures. 

You were in a sour mood that you had to wait in the line at all, knowing that you could’ve easily waited and come with the group of boys that you knew never had to wait in the line to get inside Skeeps. More specifically, you could’ve walked in with your something-more-than-fuck-buddy, but since he refused to make anything official after months, you were stuck waiting in line wearing clothing that was hardly appropriate for the freezing temperatures. 

“Hey!” you hear a loud voice call and a grin cracks across your freezing face. “What’re you guys doing waiting in line, get over here,” mark says, waving you over as the other guys file inside the building. He opens his arms and you gladly wrap yours around his body, the heat coming off of him you’re convinced is a gift from god himself. He jumps when your cold hands find their way inside his sweatshirt and you laugh. “I cant believe you don’t just come with us in the first place” he muses, knowing good and well why you don’t. 

“Yeah well” you grumble. 

“He’ll come around. You’re practically dating already anyway, he just won’t put a label on it.” 

“Or let me be within ten feet of him in public” you say bitterly. You weren’t some secret, everyone knew you and ethan were hooking up. But ethan refused to call it what it was. He had a thing against labels, claiming that they just placed unfair expectations on everything and ‘why mess up a good thing?’. You went along with it simply because you enjoyed being with him and the label didn’t really matter to you all that much, but he got weird when you weren’t within the confines of the usual crew. Mark just frowned, taking off his sweatshirt and handing it to you. “I know you wont need it after a while, but you’re an actual ice cube.” you gratefully accept from the sweet boy as he ushers you through with a hand on your back. 

By the time you make it upstairs you’ve warmed up, thanks in part to the mash of bodies and the splash of alcohol running through your system. The balcony isn’t as packed as down below, but you still can’t see through or around anyone to know if the person you’re looking for has arrived yet. As if Mark can sense your thoughts, he says, “you know duker always makes them run late. he’ll be here soon.” you nod in acknowledgement, hating the way your shoulders slump the tiniest bit. You came here all the time and had fun before him and you could do it again. Mark slings an arm over your shoulders and steers you in the direction of brendan, thomas, and mackie’s table. You easily fall into conversation, trying to keep up with their heated debates and drinking.

- 

Ethan held his tongue as yet another body rocketed into his back, making him slosh more liquid out of the pitcher he was trying to keep out of harm’s way. Dylan had made them late again, the rest of the group having been there a good half hour already. Normally he wouldn’t care what time they got there, but he wanted to see you and you weren’t answering his texts. And now he knows why. 

His eyes easily find you, despite how small you are in the crowd. The fact that you’re standing next to brendan who’s balancing on a barstool helps. But that’s not what catches his attention. What stops him in his tracks and has him seeing red is the fact that you’re wearing a sweatshirt that’s about four sizes too big for you. It hangs off your body in every wrong way, mainly because it’s not his. He sizes up the way it hits you right above your knees and how the sleeves are rolled at least twice and he knows it has to be mark’s. His eyes dart over to his teammate who’s only in a white undershirt and his suspicions are confirmed. He was pretty positive he was going to murder someone tonight and mark had just earned himself a spot at the top of the list. He sucks down his pitcher before slamming it on the nearest table and stalking over to you, ready to rip that sweatshirt to shreds. 

You’re in the middle of trying to help brendan get down from the barstool he was standing on when a hand lands on your hip and squeezes, not so gently. Soft or possessive, you know and are drawn to that touch, his touch. “What do you think you’re doing, huh?” he hisses, lips ghosting your ear. The shock of having him so close and the tone of his voice has you letting go of brendan’s hand momentarily. You turn your head only since his hand is holding your hip in place and meet the dark brood of ethan’s eyes. “What the fuck is this?” he demands, tugging at the fabric of mark’s sweatshirt. Brendan yelps as he starts to lean forward without the support of your hand, snapping your focus back to him. “I was cold standing out in line. You weren't here” you grunted out as brendan placed more of his weight on you.

 “Take it off” he growls, reaching out to bear the brunt of brendan’s weight for you, finally getting his feet on the ground. 

“Not that you would’ve given me yours anyway.”

 “y/n”, he warns, chewing the inside of his mouth. You can tell he’s trying to keep his cool, but you honestly didn’t care. Either he would man up or he didn’t want you that bad, so you press further. “ seeing as how i can’t even walk in with you because ‘oh no people will assume we’re sleeping together…or worse, dating’” you mock. His jaw tightens and his nostrils flare. The hand that wasn't still holding brendan up was balled into a fist, knuckles white even under the pink neon lights. “I’m just gonna go now and let you guys figure out whatever this is” brendan announces, wiggling away from between the two of you to stand off to the side, still wanting to watch what was about to go down.

Ethan huffs, closing another foot of space between you two. “I’m not gonna say it again, take this off”, he says yanking the hem and you toward him. “Or so help me god, i’ll take it off of you myself.” You slap his hands away and try to back up, but he crowds your every step until you’ve backed yourself into the middle of the group that was now watching. “Excuse you? I’m not doing shit for you. You have no claim over me, edwards. For all anyone knows, maybe mark is my boyfriend.” 

“that’s not true and you know it. You know exactly whos you are.” he snaps.

he baffled you. He had no problem marking his territory in front of his friends like this but refused to upgrade the title from hookup status to relationship status. Refused even though he basically spent more nights in your bed than his and spent even more days with you when he wasn’t on the ice. 

You scoff. “I don’t belong to anyone, ethan. Especially you.” you march away, only stopping to chug what was left from the pitcher sitting on the end of the table. You gravitate toward the older guys, grano’s smile instantly lifting your mood. Keaton launches into a story about his own drama, allowing you to forget yours as you help him with his girl problems and it’s only when you turn to ask nick something that you realize he’s disappeared. 

Looking around you expect to see him with the blonde girl he was talking to earlier, but you’re surprised to see him huddled off to the side with ethan. Ethan’s hands are in his pockets and his shoulders are slumped, but he’s looking at nick as if he’s speaking the gospel. You watch the interaction curiously. Nick was clearly lecturing him about something and ethan was trying to plead his case, but nick wasn’t having it. You blink in surprise when nick points at you and ethan ducks his head and nods. Nick’s arms come around the younger boy and you can't help but feel your chest tighten, even if you were upset with ethan you knew how much he loved his captain. “He’ll get his head out of his ass one of these days” you hear johnny say, pulling you back into the conversation. 

“Hmm” you hum, not having really followed what was said the last few minutes.

 “Eddy. he likes you, he just doesn’t know how to say as much.”

 “i know” you sigh, because you do know it’s true, and hearing it being said out loud does feel good, but it would feel a whole lot nicer coming from the person you wanted to hear it from. 

“No sighing around here, come on”, mark swoops in pulling you into the crowd to dance. Despite the mess the night had been so far, you have fun belting ABBA and slapping mark’s ass as he impressively twerks to “best friend”. You’re sweating by the time you plop on the couch. You feel someone come up behind you and lean on the back of the couch. You don’t have to turn around to know that it’s ethan, he fills your senses. “Take it off, please” you hear again. Only this time, it’s not demanding and there’s no anger in his voice. It’s pleading and there’s a hint of vulnerability to it. “Ethan” you start, but he cuts you off. “No, let me finish” and then adds a “please” when he sees the less than happy look on your face. When you don’t stop him, he drops down onto the couch next to you. Your body responds immediately, angling toward him and scooting close enough to hear what he has to say. 

He takes a deep breath and then lets loose. “Im not good at this stuff” he laughs nervously.

“Clearly” you interject, rolling your eyes. He lifts his hat off his head, runs a hand through his hair and then readjusts it. He clears his throat and you feel bad because he actually was nervous. You nudge him with your knee as encouragement, his eyes locking on where you made contact and then over your shoulder. When you turn you see nick giving a little nod, and it’s apparently what he needed to keep going. 

“I don’t like seeing you in mark’s sweatshirt” he blurts. “I hate it actually. I hate that it literally makes me want to punch his lights out for even giving it to you. I hate that it’s making me crazy. I hate that it’s not mine and i hate that you won’t take it off.”

You wait for more, but he just stops there, chewing on his lip. “Is that supposed to be some kind of apology?” 

The corner of his mouth lifts into a lopsided smile. “Im getting there. I’m sorry i was such a jerk tonight. Just please give mark his sweatshirt back and i’ll give you mine”, he says, already lifting his over his head and handing it to you. “ We’ll make this official.” 

You sat there staring between him and the sweatshirt in your lap. Was that seriously all it took? Mark’s sweatshirt and he was willing to put a label on your relationship. 

“What?” 

“You heard me. Take. it. Off. and im all yours.”

[lordsenorslowmo]

Employer!Reader Formally Meets BF

(I'm not dead! The last few weeks have been a little hectic and I haven't had much time nor drive to do much of anything, but I'm back again. This time with a continuation of the Tabi ask following directly after the end of that)

The drive wasn't eventful, beyond stopping for ice cream and nearly dropping your Double Chocolate Chunk. The two of them ate their ice cream in the back quietly whilst you did the same, while it wasn't how they were meant to be used, your powers made multitasking an absolute dream.

The two didn't seem very bothered despite nearly getting blown to kingdom come by a possibly undead ex boyfriend of Cherry's. You'd likely need to confront this 'Tabi' properly, when you weren't too busy being blinded by rage at your favorite restaurant becoming collateral in another attempt on her life.

You were very much aware of your surroundings when you pulled up to your second favorite restaurant. So far you didn't sense anything remotely close to a concealed bomb, which was good, but constant hyperawareness would give you a headache, so you would stop once the food was ordered.

Despite having most of your ice cream left, you swallowed the rest whole so you could enjoy a proper meal that wasn't several dozen breadsticks. You let the two of them finish their ice cream while you got the table. Fortunately they had already prepared the best table for you, you'd have to remember to tip them well.

As soon as you saw down at the table, you let out a sigh and all but slammed your head against the table. You needed to relax, despite appearances, that blast actually did manage to hurt you in a way, not just the grief of likely not being able to eat the Pasta Puttanesca you'd longed to have again, the blast left you with a full body ache, it would go away eventually, but remaining aware of your surroundings as a precaution was worsening the strain you body felt.

You'd deal with it afterwards, as after all you've had to deal with regarding him, you finally wanted to properly meet Cherry's current boyfriend, especially as his family was still new to the city. It didn't take long for the both of them to finish their ice cream and come sit down. Cherry seemed happy to finally spend time with you again.

"It feels like it's been forever since we last got to hang out!" She seemed to have put that whole encounter behind her.

"Indeed, I believe the last time we dined together you had graduated from Highschool, even then it was very much a family affair." A waiter brought menus for the three of you. You knew what you wanted to have, but it's clear Cherry was helping Keith decide what to get. You opted for this moment to get to know who Cherry decided would be her boyfriend.

"So." You managed to catch Keith's attention, he seemed a little on edge, likely having been grilled by Luis about dating Cherry, whether or not that was before or after they had their Funk Fight was unknown to you.

"I will not question why you both are dating, as it clear to me you both care for one another greatly, frankly to a concerning degree even. I will, however, ask how your family is adjusting to the city. I know you moved here around a year ago and I want to make sure you are enjoying your life here, despite." You didn't really have to mention the obvious. "The few incidents."

Keith let out the breath he was holding before he tried to speak. "Bee-" he caught himself for a moment, looking at you.

"Don't worry yourself, if you are more comfortable speaking that way, I am adept at translating regardless." He seemed to be happy as you said that.

"Beep Po Bap Bip De Skeep"

"Good, I'm glad that your parents are acclimating well. I know full well that my fair city is quite unlike others. But from what I have learned about your family I had a feeling that you all would fit in quite well here." The waiter came to take your orders, but you could tell you had put him slightly at ease. He probably expected a fight of sorts, your appearance always put people off, given you were made of dark twisting shadows with burning red eyes, had no pulse, no physical body, and were seemingly omniscient.

Once the waiter had taken your menus it left them without much to do besides converse with you.

"I would like to know how you both met. That's something I haven't been able to pry from your father."

Cherry perked up at this while Keith turned nearly as red as Cherry's dress. "Oh! I always love telling this story!"

"It was months ago now, but I was visiting the park in the afternoon, like I do when I'm bored, and was just relaxing near the fountain, when these three guys came up and started bugging me. They wouldn't leave me alone and at all and kept hitting on me. But when someone got hit by a car and distracted them, he saw them bothering me and came up and cracked his microphone right into one of their noses!" She was laughing to herself as she continued.

"After that, they tried to gang up on him when he challenged them to a Funk Fight, right then and there. Though that was after he had some choice words for them." That peaked your interest.

"What did he say?"

Keith seemed to be pleading with her not to continue, judging from how flustered he looked. She gave him a quick kiss on the forehead which worsened his blush and gave her a chance to lean into your ear and whisper what he said to you.

"Oh my! Quite the spitfire I see." You gave an honest chuckle, probably one the few times you ever have.

"After that, he wiped the floor with them and they beat it! Since then we've been dating!" You could tell that she was very much infatuated with him. She never had much going on in her head, so seeing her so focused on something was surprising to say the least.

"Well I am quite glad he did. I usually have an Agent or two patrolling the park daily, but if memory serves one of them did get hospitalized after getting run over by a rogue ice cream van so it adds up." Your food finally got delivered after you said this, and you opted to end the questioning for now.

The meal went well, Cherry and Keith seemingly had more to say to each other than to you, but that didn't bother you. Just from observing them they clearly loved each other, once again to a concerning degree, but it was still love. It was similar to Luis and Monica's love, though thankfully, in a way at least, it was less destructive to the city as a whole, despite the things Keith had to deal with just to date Cherry.

Once they had finished eating, you paid the bill and left a hefty tip. Escorting the two of them back to the car. All that was left was to get them home safely, and hopefully never mention that whole 'Ex Boyfriend Back For Revenge' to anyone.

The drive to the Dearest Estate was simple enough, when Cherry left she made sure to give Keith a kiss on the cheek and a wave goodbye, only stopping for you to ruffle her hair and give her a hug. She happily waved goodbye to both of you as she went back inside. You didn't wait long before you drove off. The drive to Keith's home was slightly longer.

You decided now was the best moment to talk with him. "I realize that after everything you have done to remain in a relationship with her, that my worries were for naught. You seem like a good kid, bit strange, and not a small bit stupid, but then again she also isn't the brightest bulb. I mean that about a nicely as one can when insulting someone's intelligence." You probably weren't helping things.

"The point being, so long as Cherry is happy and loves you, you are ok in my book, and while I can't stop Luis from trying to split you two up through Funk Fights, I can at the very least keep his schemes from killing you." You arrived not long after at his house, he got out before turning back to look at you.

"Badabee Dee Ska-" He shook his head for a second before locking eyes with you.

"Thank you."

You couldn't tell if he knew, but you smiled as he said that.

"It's no problem kid, I can't wait to see where you go from here."

He looked confused at this. "Beedo Skipop Bodee?"

He completely misunderstood what you meant by that, but oh well. "Be seeing you kid!" You drove off watching in your rearview as he walked inside.

He had a bright future ahead of him, you could tell, if you had to make sure he lived to see it, then you were fine with that.

[faulty-robocat]

My Hero Academia greek mitology au

THIS CONTAINS IZUOCHA KIRIBAKU AND SEROMINA. IF YOU DON'T LIKE THESE SHIPS JUST SKEEP THIS POST :D

So, yesterday I didn't have anything to do and started wondering who of the Greek pantheon would class 1a be. This is what I got based on personalities, quirks or just what i thought it would make sense. I'm gonna explain why I chose them. 1. Izuku Midoriya: Perseus ( He's basically my favorite greek hero I like his story and all the encounters with the gods) 2. Ochaco Uraraka: Andromeda (because she's Perseus wife, obviously) 3. Tenya Iida: Hermes (This is really obvious why) 4. Asui Stuyu: Rhode or Benthescyme ( I'm still indecisive which one. Both of them are Poseidon's daughters) 5. Shouto Todoroki: Boreas (Since he's the God of winter. I also thought Helios as a possibility) 6. Bakugou Katsuki: Ares (I know Bakugou is more rational in fighting and all but I really liked the idea of him as the god of war) 7. Eijirou Kirishima: Afrodite (Cause every war god needs his love goddess!! ... In this case god. I couldn't find anyone to match with Kiri so I just thought "Let's have Kiribaku") 8. Kyoka Jirou: Artemis (I think both of them have similar personalities, so yeah) 9. Denki Kaminari: Apolo (I found he's also a god of light so... Light, lightning... You get it. I wanted him to be with Jirou but I only found about Orion... so now they're siblings) 10. Mina Ashido: Eos (They represented her as the goddess who dispenses the dews of the morning... Just like Mina's acid :D) 11. Hanta Sero: Astreo (I didn't found anyone for Sero either, and found Astreo as Eos lover... So yeah SeroMina!) 12. Momo Yaoyorozu: Athena (Cause of strategy also, I love both Athena and Momo) 13. Toru Hagakure: Iris (This is basically because I remembered Hagakure can "shine" and I thought of Iris' rainbow) 14. Mashirao Ojiro: Ulysses/Odysseus (I wanted Deku to be the only semigod but I thought Ojiro can also be one) 15. Yuga Aoyama: Narcissus ( I think this is also obvious) 16. Minoru Mineta: Dionysus (cause his hair... Grapes :v) 17. Rikido Sato: Theseus (I just thought of Sato winning over the minotaur and I loved it) 18. Koji Koda: Bellerophontes (I read that he could tame the pegasus and well, Koda´s quirk is animal voice)

19. Mezo Shoji: Thanatos (This one has no explanation actually. I just liked it...) 20. Fumikage Tokoyami: Erebus  (Erebus is the god of darkness and shadows... Get it?) EXTRA: Hitoshi Shinsou: Hades (cause why not) This is just an idea if you have other god/semigod/creature that can match better be free to tell me :D (don't hate please) That's all uwur

[slafkovskys]

Angst 7 with jack hughes, possibly some brother angst

7. “do you think about them when you look at me?”

you’d known jack for a while, so it was easy for you to tell when things were off. to say that it was the first day that he was acting cold towards you, would be a lie. in fact, it had been going on for the better part of the summer ever since he had come home from new jersey. instead of grabbing onto your hand when you had held it out, he had brushed past you easily and started walking alongside jim, leaving you to walk with quinn. you cross your arms over your chest and quinn nudges your side with his elbow, “look at us, the alumni are back.”

you swallow the lump in your throat, tearing your gaze away from the back of jack’s head to glance at his older brother, “i think to be alumni, you have to graduate, and that only applies to one of us.”

“oh, that’s how it’s gonna be,” he laughs, throwing his arm over your shoulder and you giggle as you shove him away. the noise draws jack’s attention and he turns his head, face falling as he spots the two of you. he sends the both of you a glare before turning his head around. quinn makes a noise, “what was that for?”

“he’s been acting like that ever since we got to your parent’s house. has he-,” you lower your voice because you now knew that he was listening to you, “has he said anything to you? like, at any point this summer?”

“this has been going on all summer?”

you shrug your shoulders, “only when we-”

“‘when we’ what, y/n?” he raises his eyebrows as he shoves his hands in his pockets. you were getting closer to your cars now and you were about to be separated from quinn, but it all started to make sense. he chuckles, “so you’re just gonna leave me hanging?”

“it’s when we’re around you, quinn. he only acts like this – gets cold and acts like someone pissed in his cereal – when you’re there,” you look at quinn and he freezes. you can see jack’s car when the lights flash as he unlocks and you stop alongside quinn, “is he- did you- you said that he was okay with it. he told me that he was okay with it.”

that was the thing with you and jack, jack wasn’t the first hughes that you had been involved with. you were a couple of years older than your boyfriend, meaning you and quinn were the same age. you had met quinn in high school during his time with the ntdp. it wasn’t until college where you started messing around with each other. it fizzled out after a couple of months, but you and quinn decided to stay friends.

you had met jack through quinn, obviously, and from the moment that you met him his crush on you was obvious. he was quinn’s little brother though, and that was a boundary that you didn’t want to cross.

well, until jack invited you to the draft. he was thrilled when you pulled on his jersey for a picture (just as you had done for quinn the year before) and to this day his lock screen was a picture of you, new jersey devils hat perched atop your head and a big smile on your face. it wasn’t until just before new years during his first season that you finally agreed to go out with him and here you were, almost two years later, about to move out to new jersey with him for the season.

with the way that he had been acting, however, you were starting to second guess your decision.

“he knows the truth. i told him a million times that it doesn’t bother me and that the feelings i had for you are gone. we’re friends, y/n,” he insists and you nod. you hear someone clear their throat and you both look at jack, who’s suddenly a few feet from you.

“are you going back with quinn and my dad?” jack’s question is directed towards you, but he’s staring holes through his brother.

“if that’s gonna be how you speak to her, yeah she is,” quinn steps up and your hand wraps around his elbow, a move that jack takes notice of. “y/n-”

“it’s fine, q, see you at skeeps, yeah?”

quinn pulls you close, which really doesn’t help the situation, and his mouth hovers over your ear, “if he says anything to you or if you need me, text me. my dad and i will set him straight.”

he presses his lips to the side of your head, shoves his brother as he passes him, and gets into the passenger seat of their dad’s car. you and jack stare at each other for a moment before he holds out his hand. you give him the same treatment that he had given you, pushing past him to get into the car.

you stare out of the window as he gets in the driver’s seat, starting the car and pulling out of his spot. he gets behind his dad and with the post-game traffic, you knew it was likely you would be here for a while. “what is wrong with you jack?”

he scoffs, “there’s nothing wrong-”

“please don’t lie to me. i’m about to pick up and move my whole life to jersey for you in two weeks and if that’s-” your voice cracks as tears threaten to spill out of your eyes, “if that’s gonna be a mistake, i want to know now.”

“why would it be a mistake?”

“because of you, jack,” you lean your head back against the headrest and look at him. his hand rests on the steering wheel and his jaw is tight, “you’re not the same guy that you were a few months ago. you’re so, so cold towards me. like, we sleep in the same bed every night, but i have never felt further away from you.”

his breath hitches.

“can you please just tell me what’s going on? because if it’s about me and quinn-”

“do you think about him when you look at me?” his words make you tense up. he doesn’t look at you as he inches forward out of the parking lot, flicking on his blinker to go in the direction of his parents’ house. “when you look at me do you wish that i was quinn?”

“jack,” your voice shakes, “whatever happened between me and quinn is over. it’s in the past. you said that when we got together you were fine that we had history, but that you didn’t care.”

“he looks at you, y/n. he looks at you the way that i look at you. anyone can see that he still has feelings for you. the way that you acted around him at the game earlier-”

“how did i act, jack? because my boyfriend was ignoring me and i didn’t want to mope around the whole night? is that why you’re upset?”

“i’m upset because i’ll never be quinn,” his words form a pit in your stomach, but his next sentence makes your whole world crumble, “is that why you’re with me? because you couldn’t have quinn, you settled for his little brother.”

“jack, oh my god, i didn’t settle,” you reach out to grab onto his arm, but once again, he pulls it away, “me and quinn, we weren’t anything serious, ever. we’re better off as friends and that was a mutual decision. to this day, we still feel that way.

“i was with him tonight because you were acting like you wanted nothing to do with me and it was obvious. everyone fucking noticed, jack. do you know how embarrassing it was to get looks of pity because i was being shooed away by my boyfriend?”

“you were embarrassed?” he spits, “my girlfriend was all over my brother. even niko noticed.”

“you’re not even listening to me!” you let out an exasperated sigh and the two of you fall into silence. it stays like that for a minute before you break it, “take me home.”

“that’s where we’re going,” he scoffs.

“no, i don’t want to go to your parents’ house. i want to go to my house, alone.”

his eyes flick to you and he shakes his head before changing lanes, “whatever.”

ten of the most painstakingly quiet minutes of your life pass before he pulls into the guest spot of your apartment. your hand wraps around the door handle and you pause, turning to look at him for the final time, “i love you jack, so much, but if this is going to keep coming back up and being an issue, i think that it’s best that we don’t see each other anymore.”

“so, what does that mean?” he keeps his eyes glued to the building in front of him, hand covering his mouth, “we aren’t together anymore?”

“i think we both have some things that we need to figure out before we have that conversation,” you slide out of the car and plant your feet on the ground, closing the door.

you make it up onto the sidewalk before he calls out your name softly. you turn to look at him and you can see his watery eyes, “i love you.”

“let me know when you get home, please. you know that i worry,” you send him a nod before turning and making your way up the stairs to your apartment. he waits until you get inside before pulling away from your complex. you watch his tail lights as they disappear into the night and you wonder,

what did i just do?