nate maes

Nate/Jack Imagine for wtfwilkinson

“I’m sick of your shit, Nate!” I scream, anger evident on my tomato-red face. “You don’t give a damn about me or this relationship!”

“How can you say that?” Nate scoffs.

“When was the last time you told me you loved me? When was the last time you did something nice for me, just because you could? When was the last time you actually wanted to hang out with ME, not my body?” I snarl, fuming with spite.

“I-” Nate stops, mouth open in surprise. I could almost see the gears in his head turning, trying to come up with a plausible answer. “I don’t know.” He admits, hanging his head.

“I need a break.” I grab my coat and bag, storming off towards the door. Nate grabs my arm, but I wrench myself free. “We need a break.”

“You…you’re breaking up with me? "Nate gasps.

"For now.” I huff. “Let’s see if you pull it together enough, then I might consider taking you back.”

I turn away, stomping towards the door. “Damn it, Mae!” Nate growls, but I don’t look at him. My face has gone red from anger, and I could feel myself breaking. I needed a release.

I pulled out my phone, typing in the passcode and my friend’s number. It rang a few times before he answered, but by then, I could hardly keep the tears from flowing.

“Jack?” I hiccup, one tear breaking away and trickling down my cheek.

“Mae, what’s wrong?” He says, the sound of his voice immediately comforting.

“Nate and I just broke up, I need someone to talk to.” I sob, my voice cracking with pain.

“Come over, I’ll put in a movie and popcorn.” He offers.

“Thanks, Jack.” I smile through the tears. I hang up, easing myself into my car to drive over to Jack’s house. The drive takes less than 10 minutes, due to the fact that i was probably speeding. Oops.

I ring the doorbell, listening to it echo before a barrage of footsteps make their way towards the door. It swings open to reveal Gilinksy in all of his handsome glory, who opens his arms for a hug.

I waste no time, and burrow myself into his chest. He smelled really good, like cinnamon and vanilla. My favorite cologne. His arms wrap tightly around my body, rubbing my back. “It’s okay.” He murmurs, “I’m here.”

After a good few minutes of crying, I release him and step back. My eyes were probably a horrid shade of red, and bags were prominent, but I didn’t care. “What-what movie did you b-bring?” I stutter, wiping my eyes.

“I got a few Marvel movies, I know they’re your favorite.” He smiles cheekily.

“You’re the best.” I lean against him, and he wraps one arm around my shoulders. “Thank you.”

“Mae, can I tell you something?” Jack says, looking up from the movie. I turn to him, pausing the scene so I won’t miss the epic battle between Loki and the Avengers.

“Go for it.” I smile, grabbing a handful of popcorn.

“I’m…I’m kind of in love with you.” He admits. My hand freezes, and popcorn travels down the wrong pipe-into my lungs. I cough, hacking it up, before looking at him with wide eyes.


“I know, I know.” He sighs, running his hand through his hair. “I know you just broke up with Nate, but I’ve been in love with you forever. And I just couldn’t go another night without telling you.”

I smile faintly, trying to wrap my head around it. Nothing made sense, except for the fact that I was hurting and in need of love. And since I wasn’t with Nate…it wouldn’t be cheating if I kissed Jack.

“I can’t say that I love you back right now, but…maybe if you kissed me, it might help.” I raise my eyebrows suggestively.

Gilinsky licks his lips, staring at my own, before our lips meet together. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced, not even with Nate. Nate was rough and exhilarating, but Jack was gentle and powerful. He caresses my face, cupping my cheek, and deepening the kiss.

Before we knew it, it turned into a full-blown makeout session. I had never done this with Nate, not with such intimacy and emotion. Thinking of Nate pulled my heartstrings, and guilt welled up inside of me.

Hesitantly, I pulled back, my lips sore and swollen. “I’m sorry, Jack, this isn’t fair to you.” I sigh heavily.

Jack nods. “I’m okay with being your rebound for a while

"It’s just so damn confusing.” I groan. “Nate’s never treated me so gently, so intimately, even while we know.” I stare at Jack. “But I feel like he’s the right one for me.”

Jack sighs with disappointment, obviously trying to cover up the hurt. The, he turns to me. “Look, I’m happy with whatever or whoever you want to be with. And I will always be here for you.”

“Thanks, Jack.” I lean in and press my lips to his one last time, before getting up and driving back to my place with Nate. Hopefully, he left to go out drinking or something.

“Heyyyy babe.” Nate slurs as soon as I walk in. “Missed me?”

I stare at him in disgust, the memory of Jack’s sweet smile still burning fresh. “Have you been drinking?” Stupid question, I know.

“Yeahhhh, waiting for youuu.” Nate giggles. “Y'know, Mae, it’s been a while since we-”

“No!” I snap, appalled. “We just broke up, you think I’m going to have sex with you? Are you crazy?”

“Crazy for youu-wait, whose cologne is that?” Nate stops, eyes narrowed.

I grind my jaw. “Jack’s.”

“Gilinksy?” Nate yelps.

“Yeah. And he’s a better kisser than you’ll ever be.” I hiss. “Coming back was a mistake. I’m crashing at Jack’s.”

Suddenly, the doorbell rings. Nate stumbles towards it, leaning on the wall for support. “Oh, hey man, uh, Mae left her bag at my pl-” Suddenly, the air was filled with the sound of skin smacking against skin. “What the fuck?” Gilinsky yelled.

“You…you kissed my girl!” Nate screamed, punching Jack again. Jack retaliated, slamming Nate against a wall. “Don’t fucking touch her! She’s mine!”

My mouth drops open. “Excuse me?” I hiss dangerously. “I belong to no one.”

“Shhh, Jack and I are having a mo-ment.” Nate shushes. “Get upstairs.”

“No.” I cross my arms. “I’m leaving with jack.”

“What?” Nate gasps. The shock of my statement is enough for Jack to push him away, stumbling out the door. “Why?”

“Because not once has Jack tried to pressure me into doing something I wasn’t comfortable with. Not once has he pressed me for answers, and not ONCE has he hit anyone that didn’t deserve it before tonight. You’re out of control, Nate. I can’t be with you anymore, or ever.” I spit, rushing past him. “Go fuck yourself!”

Jack waits for me, right eye turning black underneath the dim glow of the apartment light. “You’re leaving him? For me?”

“I"m not leaving him for anyone. He’s abused me for too long.” I huff. “But I need time before getting into another relationship, Jack.”

“That’s okay.” He kisses my cheek softly, leading me to the car. “I’ll wait for you.”