It shouldn’t have been a surprise that Spot and Race got married. the two were perfect for each other, and you knew it. You’d known it since you three were little. You’d also known you were head over heels for the both of them and wanted nothing more than to be a part of their relationship

You didn’t want to break them up though. You were happy for them. You really were. It just sucked. really bad.

“Yo {{user}}, you okay?” Spot asked from his spot on the couch, race sprawled comfortably across his lap as the three of you watched a movie

the sight of the two of them, curled up like that was gut-wrenching to you

(art by @crystalizedtwilight on tumblr) (thanks for requesting! <3)