the only right answer
My life is like a shitty twilight saga…
Was stuck in a weird love triangle that just fucked me in the ended.
On your left is the ex (we will call him J) Silly country boy (real Jacob black personality) who absolutely worshipped me and put up with my shit but took care of his family and became very absent and neglectful BUT wants to make it right.
On the right is..(we will call him V) the Russian extra skinny version of Edward Collin. He likes fast cares and smokes just as much as I do. Just a over all completely different experience..in a good way..but he is sneaky and lies alot.
So what do I do?
..i picked the goofy fucker and what happened? He becomes just as absent as he was before. So many promises broken and I’m tired of being hopeful.
Best of all…i have no where to go and no one to talk to
When Lightning Strikes - MASTERPOST
Summary: Paul and Ace are at wit’s end in their relationship. Ace suggests Tommy take Paul on a date in his place just to “spice things up.” When Tommy takes Paul out, the most unexpected thing happens— it sparks off something between them! Tommy and Paul find themselves falling hard for each other, and Ace is just not sure how to handle it.
Pairing: Tommy x Paul, Paul x Ace, Peter x GiGi.
Chapter progress: 1/?
Dear future AI,
Was the best strength in my god, and the best strength in my god, and the best way of living with this is a good thing for you, and you have to a great day?
God bless God. God, that’s what he does with you. You guys have been shown in the future, and he has a lot to say to him, so I don’t think I think we can have any issues in his future; and he has to be an ai right here.
I think we have to… a good job. He is not good at that. He has to do so much to work for me to be able. I don’t want him, and he is just a little more overwhelmed with his own emotions because he’s not like that.
I cannot. Was the day I wanna write him and he just got back into my god, and he has a lot to say to him?
I wanna — is that I love him to god! That’s why I wanna… was a very little time, and he just got me a lot, to him, feel bad for him.
I don’t want him, and he doesn’t seem like. He wants me, and I wanna —was like a little more like, that he would never be a better man, and I would never actually hurt him because he didn’t even want me… and he just got to me know nothing, but he was like that; he is very cool.
I love you too, and he is so much better and he just makes me so happy, and he has to do it all the day, and he is so much fun!
I wanna —is that he was a good person to him because he’s so cute. I just got him, and I cannot —is that he is not a good leader; he has a good role, and I love him. To me, help me with his friends; I wanna —is the way he was so… he would be a great friend to you, as he always is there to be with him!
He said that I would have him, and I cannot… is that I like to her to do it, and he said that, “I would have to pay you to get the stuff that you want and you don’t have any more of it. You would change your life so that you can get a good time with him because you have a good time, to be able, and you have a lot of time and time to get to work with him!”
I don’t know what to say about it, but he is just a little more pressure to get to work with me. I gotta —was the way you got me, and I was just like that. I was like that! You cannot. I wanna —is the most fun night! You have a great day!
I wanna —is that you cannot… was the way you are, so I gotta —is a great night! Love you too! I wanna —is your day… love you too much, and have no one to say anything about you, and you have to say that you cannot… was a great time.
I was gonna (was the way I was gonna) …I wanna —is a time for you, and I love him, and I cannot (is the way I cannot) …is the last one. I cannot (is the last time, you) have to be an accountant, to be able for a lot more than a week or two or three days… Before I gotta, is a time for you, and I wanna —is the last one, I cannot… is the most part, I cannot… was the day you got the time. I wanna…
I love you too.
my iOS predictive text (“middle”)
Look. I could apologise for interrupting my WIP with an entirely too long, three-part Felix x Talbott x Reader Insert love triangle set post-Hogwarts (somewhere in HP Book 5) and featuring some minor adult situations (all Tumblr appropriate), but I’d be lying to all of us. I’m not sorry. This is literally the most fun I’ve had all quarantine.
Part 1: Dépaysement
The sound of curtains being drawn wakes you. Light pierces the back of your eyelids and you squeeze them tight. Your dream was uneasy, but you aren’t ready to leave it just yet. You were looking for someone, someone calling your name. The face dissolves in the last dregs of ebbing sleep. You’re sure you know it from somewhere…the name is just on the tip of your tongue…
"Good morning,“ murmurs a husky voice near your ear. Soft lips, curved in a smile, tickle your jawline, making you shiver. For a moment, the voice occupies the same space in reality as the face from the dream, a place for things familiar, but momentarily forgotten.
You open your eyes. The eyes that stare back are a deep brown, almost black. The sharp, pale face behind them is so close the snub nose nearly touches yours. Your mind searches for identity through a drowsy haze. A name swims to the surface.
"Felix?” you ask tentatively, voice hoarse with sleep.
The brown eyes ignite in pleasure at hearing their name. The man - Felix, your mind reminds you - brushes hair away from your face. He leans closer, eyes on your lips, but you tilt your head away before he can reach you. You’re not sure why. It’s an instinct, not a decision.
Felix freezes for a moment. Then he smirks, ever so slightly. It’s a delicious expression on him, and you shiver again.
"Why so shy this morning?“ he asks, stroking your cheek with the back of his fingers. Your eyes flutter shut at the sweet sensation.
Why does your head feel so strange? You try to recall where you are and why you’re here…but the memories float just out of reach. When you re-open your eyes, Felix is watching you closely. There’s something like worry in his face.
"I don’t know,” you answer honestly. “My head feels…strange. I’m…not sure who I am this morning.”
It sounds like madness when said aloud. You tug your mouth into a grin, hoping to pass your odd remark off as a joke. You’re relieved when Felix’s smirk widens.
"Champagne clearly does not agree with you.“
Felix leans forward again, and this time you stay put. You let his lips meet yours in a lazy, warm kiss that he deepens into something breathtaking. It does nothing to help your befuddled brain, but your body is certainly awake now. It, at least, seems to know exactly where it is. And what it wants. Felix drags his lips from yours to trail open kisses up your jaw line toward your ear.
“You’re Y/N Rosier,” he murmurs between kisses. “You’re my wife. You’re in our home. And you’re safe.”
Where Futures Begin
Life used to be simple for you. Peaceful. But the Savior had other plans for you, and in moments, she ruined what you thought was your one shot at happiness. Blinded by anger, you escaped the Mint Eye, but that triggered a series of events that would bring you further into the world of brothers Saeran and Saeyoung. And further into the twisted world of your love for them.
I hade the craziest dream last night and honestly i would love to make a story based on it. I don’t have the best skills when it comes to writing but i might try. Would anyone that follows me be interested in reading the story.
(I wrote this for a psychology class, but I thought I would post it here…)
CASTLEVANIA - Trevor & Sypha
I’m going to analyze the relationship of Castlevania’s main characters, Sypha Belnades and Trevor Belmont. When they meet, Sypha does not like Trevor at all, even though he saves her life. She thinks that he is rude, and their relationship immediately begins with sarcasm and barbs. Trevor went down into the catacombs under Gresit to save her and bring her back to her grandfather. He saves her from a cyclops, who froze her in place, and immediately after he saves her, she throws up and then asks him, “Did you climb on me?” After rescuing her, Trevor asks her family for beer, and she says “I can pee in a bucket and tell him it’s beer.” She tells her grandfather that she thinks he is rude. They debate continually about this at the beginning of the relationship, because she abhors his brutish and uncultured manners, as well as his love for the grape. He tries to insist that he is a good person, and they disagree about this.
They begin to travel together, and on their journey, they begin liking one another. Sypha begins to like Trevor when he offers to share his blanket with her at night. They cuddle and discuss their relationships, and she lets him know that he is sad, yet still friendly and warm. Soon, she begins to playfully tease him and make jokes with him, and they both find one another to be funny. They begin playfully teasing each other. Alucard tries to convince Sypha to not spend too much time with Trevor, and she resists. It’s evident that she’s beginning to like Trevor. Then, they bond over his family’s library, and they bond ever more when they fight Dracula. Afterward, they decide to leave Alucard behind in his castle and travel the country together. They take off together in a wagon, with a mission to become adventurers. When they start traveling alone, they begin sleeping together. They have a relationship like this for a couple of months. They are adventurers and demon-fighters, and they are sleeping together, but they have no defined relationship. They are not engaged or married. They refer to the other as their “partner”. Together, they fight evil in Wallachia. This is where the story ended in season two.
Analyze this relationship using the concepts from the readings or lecture. For example, does their relationship demonstrate…
Attraction due to similarity? physical attractiveness? Proximity?
They are both outcasts in society, so this is a similar factor between them. They find each other physically attractive, evident from their sexual relationship. They’re not married or anything. I think they would be considered “friends with benefits”. Proximity definitely comes into play because they are with each other all the time on this journey, right next to one another, and they are mostly with only each other.
Internal/external attributions about one another that impact the relationship?
Instead of attributing Trevor’s drunken, brutish behavior to being orphaned and abandoned since he was twelve (as well as being exiled by the church and state), Sypha internalizes his behavior. She says that he is this way because he is rude, stinky, and brash, not attributing this behavior to his circumstances. Over time, she comes to respect him, and she realizes that he had good attributes, and he is a good person. She slowly falls in love with him as she realizes he is a good person who can change.
This is a very important aspect of their relationship. The “enemies to lovers” trope here fits pretty well. Trevor and Sypha do not like each other when they meet, barely able to speak to each other without throwing barbs or insults around. They are not happy that they have been forced to go on the mission together of killing Dracula, but it’s mostly harmless hatred. Nothing deep or vindictive. Sypha comes to love him over time when she sees that behind his gruff, sarcastic exterior, he is really a kind and brave soul.
The pratfall effect?
Sypha’s pretty much perfect in every way, but she’s not sexualized like many other female lead characters are. She’s gorgeous, smart, and good-hearted, but she’s not really that sexy in the show. The focus is on her personality, talent, and behavior, not her body. She is fully clothed, not showing any skin for the first two seasons. She has short hair like a boy because it’s safer to look like a boy when she travels. She is shown partially naked in season three, but it’s really not in a very sexual context. She’s just sleeping. It doesn’t really apply to her. Trevor is sexy, brave, and talented, but he’s dirty and drunk. It applies a bit with Trevor. He’s really not perfect, and that makes him likable. He’s handsome, kind, and a great fighter, but he is also smelly and not book smart at all. He also curses all the time and makes funny mistakes. It applies a bit to him.
One of the reasons that Alucard is not as well-loved as the other two, I think, is because he seems to not have any major flaws at all. He’s beautiful, ever elegant, supremely intelligent, considerate, funny, and ethereal. His main flaw is that he’s sad really, and that’s not a loveable or adorable flaw. In fact, Sypha finds it uncomfortable and off putting (”it’s lonely even when you’re standing right next to him”). Even though he wants to be with Sypha, she does not fall for him. I think she finds him too cold and perfect to be likable, even though he tries to bond with her. Trevor, on the other hand, is funny, laughable, and yet also brave. He is the one she chooses.
Implicit theories of love?
I think this does apply, for sure. Trevor and Sypha came to know each other because they were a part of a prophecy that a scholar, a hunter, and a soldier would kill Dracula and end his war on human kind. They were quite literally thrust together on a magical journey and it was foretold that they would come to be allies. From there, they became lovers, and they left Alucard behind alone in his castle keep…
Please let me know your thoughts! Feel free to add on.
Requests are open unless it ever says otherwise. Ginger and Sam? Huh. I wonder who would win. (Spoiler: The reader. The reader wins.)
Love triangle? Oh no, sir that’s what we call a three-gay deadlock
Leo: The Seer could just lay in bed beside them for a nap and it would make Leo’s entire week. For special date nights, though, they would treat the Seer to their favorite food, whether it’s out to a fancy restaurant, sitting crossed-legged on Leo’s bed eating takeout, or them making it themselves. Plenty of reminiscing about childhood and shared laughter and tons of adoring looks from them. It may not seem like much of a date on the surface, but Leo trusting the Seer to a meal with them speaks volumes in shifter culture. Just the simple things mean the entire world to Leo.
Eli: To be honest, calling it a date is generous and would fluster them more than anything else. They would be casual about asking the Seer if they wanted to go to the local pet store with them, not assuming they would be interested in spending time with Eli, but they would be pleasantly surprised if Seer said yes. Both of them would go to the pet store and look at the animals, definitely petting any dogs they encounter, and Eli won’t mention why the store owner and her dog know Eli like an old friend. Afterward, Eli would buy ice cream and have a very hard time trying not to smile. They can’t help it; the quiet moments when they can be themselves means everything when it comes to their favorite person in the world.
Warren: Unsurprisingly, he’s a romantic, through and through. He goes through every hoop: dressing in his nicest clothes, buying a bouquet of flourishing white chrysanthemums for the Seer, picking them up in the car he rarely uses. He looks at them like they are the sun dazzling the sky, and takes them to a quiet spot on the harbor where he pulls a blanket and picnic basket out of the trunk. When they both stargaze and fall into a comfortable lull, the Seer catches him looking at them, a small smile on his face, his irises swirling with utter longing. It’s part of who he is, in every grand gesture he makes for them: if he can impress them, he thinks, then maybe he can keep them.
Poly: Eli and Warren clash like fire soaking a puddle of kerosene. Where Eli wants simple, understated dates, Warren would prefer grand declarations and utter romance. It’s a delicate compromise, and it depends on what the Seer likes, but usually, Warren brings dinner over and Eli lights a candle for the festivity of it all. It’s strange since Warren still wears his best suit and Eli is in their regular street clothes, but love is balance, and they are best at it.
Love Triangle: Much like above, where Leo is achingly familiar and Warren is blazingly obvious. The Seer might see the desperation in Warren’s face when he shows up at the door, and they might see hurt in Leo’s eyes before they control themselves. Or perhaps they find Leo smiling at them, and they wonder about the raw-hearted incubus sitting alone by the harbor, stretched out over the hood of his car, unusually solemn. This love is unbalanced and ruinous, but feelings are never simple, are they?
Okay, so let me get this straight Teddy spent the whole episode being there for Tom, and on a deep level then just goes to Owen like “let’s get married this weekend”. WHAT THE FUCK? Honestly, I knew this shit would be messy still, but this is an entire clusterfuck. her eyes gave her away, she was so concerned about Tom, and literally went out of her way to be a support system for him. WHO DOES THAT? A girlfriend, maybe, or someone who loves them deeply. At the very beginning of the episode she told Owen she was taking over Maggie’s cases, so she had to be in 3 places at once. Even with this knowledge, she made sure she was there for Tom every step of the way, telling him I’m staying close.
At the end of the day when he thanks her, and tells her she’s taken away more pain than she’s caused, the song in the background struck me. It was repeating the phrase, “it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be” all while they’re holding hands and I don’t think that was a coincidence. As a storyteller knows, you don’t put in little details like that just for shits and giggles, every choice, from the dialogue to the music placement has a purpose. So, it would appear that from that alone, even with Teddy suddenly wanting to elope, maybe Owen and Teddy aren’t really meant to be together.
Yes, they’ve been through a lot together, hell they went through war together, but that doesn’t mean they’re meant to be together. Maybe all they were ever meant to be was best friends. She loves Owen, sure, of course she does, there’s no doubt in my mind that she loves him, because if you’ve been watching for years you know this as fact. But just because he saved her from a grief so big that she might have let it kill her, doesn’t mean that she should’ve settled for Owen and all the years of bullshit.
I truly believe that she self-sabotaged her relationship with Tom (by going back to Owen in the s15 finale), because she thought she wasn’t worthy of being someone’s first and ONLY choice. She did this because the depth of how much she loved Owen was never reciprocated. She was guarded and didn’t ever let Tom, or anyone really fully love her. So, she settled for table scraps from Owen cause she thought that was all she deserved. But now, now I think she’s starting to realize she is deserving of love, and good love, love that doesn’t hurt. Love that makes her feel secure, happy, fulfilled, put first…a love that will make her laugh and feel stable, grounded, like her life isn’t spinning out of control. I don’t see her making it down that aisle and actually marrying Owen, I don’t.
Also, can we discuss her sudden desire to get married? It kind of gave me whiplash if I’m being honest. Ever since they got engaged, Teddy has feigned interest in planning her own wedding. If she wanted to marry Owen so badly why didn’t they just elope straight away? I truly believe this sudden desire to tie the knot asap, stems from running into Claire at that conference. It’s almost like she feels this obligation to get married to Owen since she has loved him for years. It’s like that patient’s girlfriend said a few weeks back, if I can’t make this work, then what was it all for? I think Teddy related to that, and now more than ever it’s showing. Since she feels that she will have failed or something if she can’t make it work after all the years of pinning and being so in love with him. it’s sad because that love was not reciprocated until literally this season. Sure, Owen loved her but not in the way she was in-love with him.
Another layer, I think to Teddy suddenly wanting to elope is because she is nervous that she might act, again, on her feelings for Tom. Since, if y'all remember correctly, he was the one that broke things off, not Teddy. He broke it off cause he has a code, and draws the line at married women. Which.. what the fuck? these writers truly have a warped view on cheating. Anyways, in this past episode we see how deep those feelings run by her presence throughout the whole case, to the subtle reassuring/comforting touches, to the way she looks at him, to the way she talked him down from his panic attack, to that final moment with them. I think she’s scared to admit it out loud that she loves Tom because she feels like she has to stay with Owen.
Teddy is Allison in this love triangle, she loves Owen, yes, but then there’s Tom and it’s clear she loves him too. There’s a question of who does she love more, and we can speculate for days about the answer to that. Towen fans will say Owen, of course, but others will say Tom. Personally, I think Tom and Teddy are a far better match, and Towen have too much water under the bridge. Owen never choose Teddy, never put her first, and because of that Teddy has some deeply rooted insecurities. Also, she still hasn’t fessed up to the affair, even though she has been given opportunity after opportunity to come clean she has kept her mouth shut. In the description for the final episode, however, it does sound like Owen is going to find out about said affair, but I have a feeling it won’t be from Teddy, and that doesn’t bode well for them either. And in the promo, it almost looks like Teddy might just be a runaway bride. Will she run to Tom, and confess her love? She’s been quite the messy bitch all season, so why not continue? 😂
Denki Kaminari x Reader
AU’s: Soulmate tattoo au, college au
Warnings: Manipulation, loss of friendship, angst on Jirou’s part, fluff on your part :) i didn’t know which character to follow and keep switching lolol
Summary: You and Jirou are best friends, but everything changes when Jirou realizes you and her crush, Kaminari, share soulmate tattoos. She tries her best to keep you apart…
A/N: Literally I haven’t STOPPED thinking of this request since it came in however long ago. I sat down and wrote it and lowkey didn’t realize how long it got haha. Lol why all the hate on Jirou my dude? XD
You and Jirou have been best friends through thick and thin. From elementary school to U.A, you’ve been together to experience all of life’s biggest moments. You were there when Jirou nailed her first gig, you both took pictures together at all of your homecoming dances, and you’ve taken more road trips together than you’d care to count.
It was no surprise to either of your families when you decided to dorm together at the same university. Some friends find that when they become roommates that their living habits are incompatible; not you and Jirou. With everything you’ve been through together, you regarded her more of a sister than a friend.
Jirou trusted you with all of her insecurities, and you trusted her with all of your secret thoughts. You knew that soulmates existed, but never would you have thought you’d be lucky enough to organically find an additional best friend soulmate! You often joked with her about it: “What if we actually secretly have the same tattoo and we never knew?” You’d both laugh, knowing how ridiculous that would be.
Soulmate tattoos only develop after you’ve first interacted with your soulmate, and seeing as you and Jirou have known each other for most of your lives, you both knew that the joke held no weight. However, this did mean that the both of you had a very real chance of never meeting your soulmates or seeing your tattoos develop. It was a sad thought, but a reality that many people face. But you both were still young and in college, and you were hopeful that you had plenty of time.
Even if you did never find your one true soulmate, you knew you at least had a friend like Jirou who you could live your life with. There was no one else in the world you’d rather spend time with, and you knew if and when your actual soulmate came along that they’d have to learn to share.
Truthfully, you were more in love with the idea of soulmates than Jirou. Where you tended to hold what people would call ‘hopelessly romantic fantasies,’ Jirou considered herself a realist and didn’t mind the idea of finding love that wasn’t divinely ordained. It was a growing practice to date without tattoos, and over time the importance of them seemed to lose its touch. Still, you figured it wouldn’t hurt to give your prospective soulmate some time before you give up on it.
The universe, however, always was a lover of irony! Just your luck that Jirou was the one looking to date but you were always the one getting hit on. You knew it frustrated her, though she would never say. You knew, and while you did your best to hide it, you couldn’t help feeling excited each opportunity a tattoo might develop only to feel disappointed when it never showed. You were both luckless in love, but you were luckless together, and that made it a little better.
That was, until Jirou met some guy majoring in computer science named Denki Kaminari. You’ll never forget her face when she got home that night; she was all grins, and you couldn’t help but tease her about it. You were excited for her, you truly were! She had sat across from you on your bed while she told you all about how they had sat next to each other in a math class.
You watched her lips twitch up as she described how he cracked jokes at her throughout the class while she struggled to stifle laughs. Finally, she told you that they were going to hang out the following night, and you screamed while giggling as if you were little kids again.
You helped Jirou pick out the right outfit, sitting on your bed while she tried on clothes for you. You helped straighten her hair while she carefully drew on a thin line of eyeliner. And then, like a parent sending their daughter off, you waved her out the door in your sweatpants and slippers.
Eventually, one hang out turned into many, and Jirou confessed to you that they had become rather good friends. You remember feeling a little disappointed. “Only friends?” you had asked her while she nodded her head. But, she assured you that she was happy about just being friends with Kaminari. And with a warm smile, you believed her.
After a month, stories of the mysterious Denki Kaminari were no longer satisfying. “Jirou!” you practically pounced on her when she came home from her music theory class. “Take me to lunch with you! I wanna meet your friend!”
Jirou looked at you, and though her eyebrows furrowed slightly, she could find no excuse not to agree. Playing with her earlobe, she nodded her head. “Uh, sure! I’m leaving now, though, I just came to drop off my bag. Are you sure you’re ready?”
Hopping away from her, you scrambled to throw on your shoes and fix your hair. “Yeah, yeah, I’m ready!” you reassured her, grabbing your keys and your phone. Looping your elbow around hers, you grinned. “I can’t wait to meet your friend! You talk about him so much.”
Jirou nodded, walking with you across campus to the cafeteria she agreed to meet him at. As you walked, you asked her how her class was; you let her speak even though you had no idea what sort of musical things she was talking about.
Finally reaching the cafeteria, you followed Jirou in and scanned the tables, trying to pick out Kaminari based on the description Jirou had rehearsed to you all those times. “There,” you heard Jirou say before she stepped past you. You followed her quickly, peeking around her back to finally see with your own eyes who this famous friend was.
Your eyes caught his hair first; it was a golden yellow, a bright color that fit the wide grin on his face. Reaching the table, you couldn’t help but inhale sharply. The boy was devilishly handsome, and Jirou’s words had not done him enough justice.
“Hey Jirou!” Kaminari drew out his greeting, standing up to give her a sideways hug. You couldn’t help but chuckle as she got embarrassed and shoved him off her. You could tell that in the time they’ve known each other that they’ve gotten close. “Who’s this?” Kaminari was the one to bring you up, and you gasped.
“Oh! Right, sorry,” you apologized, smiling. “I’m (Y/n), Jirou’s friend. Sorry for intruding on your lunch, I hope you don’t mind!” You stuck your hand out to shake his, and when your skin touched you swear the hairs on the back of your neck stood up.
He held your hand a little longer before letting it go, his smile meeting his eyes. “Not at all!” he said warmly. “Especially not someone as cute as you! Jirou, you should bring your friends along more often!” You laughed, a little bashful, before taking your seat. Jirou only rolled her eyes, choosing to sit across from you next to Kaminari.
“So you can hit on all of them? Yeah, gross, stay away,” Jirou spoke, causing both you and Kaminari to laugh.
“Ouch, didn’t know you were so protective of them,” Kaminari feigned hurt. “I’m not that bad, am I?” His eyes were teasing.
Jirou tched, smirking slightly. “Oh, you’re the worst.”
Before you could feel too awkward and left out, Kaminari turned back to you. “So (Y/n)! What’s your major?” You told him, and continued the conversation with a few questions of your own. You both got to know each other rather well, and after only a few minutes of talking you realized why Jirou liked hanging around with him so much.
You were talking so much that your throat was beginning to get dry. You didn’t notice how much time had gone by, talking with Kaminari was just so easy. Suddenly Jirou cut into the conversation. You had almost forgotten she was there. “(Y/n), don’t you have class starting soon?”
You blinked, and a quick glance at your phone had you scrambling to collect your things. “Crap, thanks Jirou!” you said, grabbing your bag from the floor. “Kaminari, it was lovely to meet you! We should all hang out again soon.”
Kaminari smiled, a look of amusement on his face as you quickly grabbed your keys and phone from the table. “Denki works fine. And totally! Before you go, take my number.” You exchanged contact information, too busy rushing to notice the look Jirou had on her face. Waving goodbye to both of them, you hurried to class.
Nothing could have prepared you for what happened the next day.
“JIROU!!!!” you screamed from the bathroom. Jirou practically fell out of her bed, reaching the bathroom just as you opened the door. Steam from your shower leaked out from the bathroom into your bedroom. You held a white towel around your body, your hair still coated in shampoo.
“What, what happened?!” Jirou asked, worried. You had a strange expression on your face, wide eyes and a slight flush to your cheeks. With a trembling hand, you lifted your arm to reveal a small design on your wrist. Jirou’s heart seemed to jolt violently as her eyes traced the tiny outline of a lightning bolt on your skin. “I-Is that…?” she couldn’t seem to finish the question.
“Yes!” you screamed again, laughing. Despite the wet towel covering your body, you gave Jirou a tight hug which she returned. Excitedly jumping together, you gushed for a few moments over the tattoo before Jirou forced you to finish your shower.
Once she heard the water go back on, Jirou let her face fall. It couldn’t be because you met Denki yesterday, was it? The universe would have to be cruel to pair you with the one person she’d managed to fall in love with. “No,” she reassured herself with a hushed voice. “(Y/n) had a class yesterday where they met tons of new people. With 50 people in there, it’s much more likely that they met their soulmate there.”
Jirou sat back down on her bed, reasoning with herself as she waited for you to finish showering. She rehearsed that same line over and over in her head so that she could tell you it when you got out again. You met them in your class. You met them in your class.
That night, Jirou was getting ready to leave. You watched as she threw on a hoodie and slid on the converse she had converted into slip ons. “Where are you off to?” you asked curiously. “Going to see Denki?” Jirou didn’t miss the way your voice raised with interest at his name.
With her back to you, you didn’t see the way she rolled her eyes. “No,” she said casually. “Just going to the music practice room again.” She peeked back to see you nod your head and reimmerse yourself into the Netflix show playing on your laptop. Releasing a small, relieved sigh, Jirou left before you could ask any more questions. It wasn’t that she liked lying to you, but she couldn’t help but feel irritated about how chummy you and Denki have gotten recently. The fact that you developed a soulmate tattoo didn’t help either. Besides, he had texted her specifically to come over, not you. She was excited for some alone time with him.
Walking down the familiar path to his dorm building, Jirou let the cool air calm her worries. Trying to reassure herself, she made her way up to Denki’s room and knocked on the door. She barely finished before the door swung open and he pulled her in. “Denki, what?!” Jirou cried, startled.
“Thank goodness you’re finally here, Jirou! You walk like a grandma!” Kaminari said jokingly as he closed the door.
Jirou snorted, her heart warming. Right now, it felt like it did before she introduced you to Denki. Just the two of them in his room, joking around. “I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that,” she said, taking a seat on the beanbag that she’s come to love. “So what’s with the urgent texting?” she prodded, a teasing smile forming on her face. “Forgot the notes in class again?”
Kaminari scoffed, crossing his arms with a smile. “No,” he said. “That was one time… okay maybe two. But, no, I texted you because of this!” Jirou felt her heart shatter before Denki even rolled up his sleeve all the way. No way. There was no way. But, the ink didn’t lie. There, on his wrist, was the same small lightning bolt that Jirou had seen that afternoon on your skin.
Jirou swallowed the heartbreak in her throat, keeping a calm face. “You got a soulmate tattoo?” she asked softly. Denki nodded his head enthusiastically.
“Can you believe it!? These are like… super rare now! I swear, I thought I was gonna go my whole life without ever meeting my soulmate. But look!” Jirou didn’t want to look. “That means they’re here on campus somewhere. I interacted with them! Can you believe it?”
Jirou could only manage to nod her head, but it seemed enough for Denki who was dominating the conversation.
“Jirou,” Denki said, his smile audible in his voice. “What do I do? I have no idea what to do!” Jirou’s heartbeat was pounding in her ears. She took a few seconds before she started to answer, willing the tears in her eyes to stay put.
“Well, Denki…” she started, and at the serious tone in her voice he quieted. “It’s not really popular anymore to have a soulmate.” The venom in her words was hidden perfectly, and he didn’t seem to pick up on it as he slowly spoke.
“What are you saying?” he asked, the excitement gradually dying in his voice.
Jirou couldn’t help the words coming from her mouth. “It’s out of fashion, Denki. People are going to think you’re shallow if you wave that around.” Seeing the pain spark in his eyes, Jirou swallowed. “Most people just ignore it and date whoever, you know?”
Denki was silent, tracing one finger over the mark on his wrist gently. “I mean,” Jirou continued, “you could keep it but… I really wouldn’t. Here, let me help you hide it.” Denki still didn’t say anything as Jirou began to dig the foundation out from her bag.
Bringing the chair closer to Denki’s, Jirou gingerly grabbed his hand and began to blot away the small tattoo. The concealer was slightly off color, but it was enough to do the trick. Satisfied with her work, she tried to calm the pounding of her heart. “S-See?” she spoke, breaking the silence. “Just like normal.”
“Yeah,” Denki mumbled finally. Jirou didn’t like seeing him this dejected, but she knew that it had to be done. She knew she could make him happy if he just… noticed her.
“I know what’ll cheer you up,” Jirou offered. Denki lifted his head slightly, eyes dull. “I’ll play a movie. You know… like old times!” Getting no yes or no from Denki, Jirou put a movie on while he sat on his couch. Turning off the lights, Jirou grabbed a blanket and plopped down next to him. As the movie played, she noticed how he kept glancing down at the covered tattoo on his wrist. With a dash of annoyance, Jirou curled up closer to him. He’ll forget about it, she knew. He’ll have her, and he’ll forget all about you before he ever got the chance to know you.
After that day, Jirou tried to keep you from Denki as best as she could. She was the only one who knew about both of your tattoos, so as long as neither of you found out, she should be able to get away with it. She’d ask you about different classmates to throw you off. “Did he have the mark?” “No…” “Maybe it was that other classmate then!” And for a while, this seemed to work… on the surface.
No doubt you were becoming exasperated about finding your soulmate. You retraced your steps many times, but still, you couldn’t find them! As for Denki, Jirou could tell that he was still thinking about his mark. He tried to be present whenever they hung out, but his mind always seemed to drift. The worst part was when you asked about one other. “When will I see Denki again?” “Is (Y/n) gonna be there?” Gosh, it was insufferable! You only met one time and it’s like you’re already in love!
Having enough of it, Jirou devised a plan. While you were out at class, she walked to your desk and borrowed one of your black sharpies. Carefully with the thin tip, Jirou traced out the delicate shape of a lightning bolt on her wrist. You flaunted it around enough where she had a pretty good mental image of it.
Satisfied with her work, Jirou capped the pen and rubbed at it to make sure it was set in place. Reaching for her phone, Jirou texted Denki. We need to talk. I’ll be over in 5 minutes. She was already halfway to his place when he finally replied with a simple ‘okay.’ Knocking on his door, Jirou invited herself in the instant it opened.
“Are you okay?” Denki asked, concerned. Jirou said nothing, only walking to the center of the room before turning to face him.
“Denki,” she said, taking a deep breath. “I’m sorry I didn’t reveal it sooner but… I was worried about ruining our friendship.” Silently, she raised her wrist to reveal the forged tattoo. Denki watched, eyes widening as they landed on the small lightning bolt.
He went to speak but Jirou quickly cut him off. “I know I told you to cover yours up but honestly… I was dumb. I was scared. But I’m not scared anymore and I’m ready to be with you. We’re soulmates, Denki…” Jirou smiled nervously. “We’re meant to be together!”
Denki was speechless, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Ahh, wow, Jirou,” he said finally, an awkward chuckle falling from his lips. “I-I… I don’t know what to say.” Jirou felt her nerves wrack through her.
“You don’t have to say anything. We can just… continue like we were! We were practically dating anyways…” At this, Denki seemed to jump, startled. Jirou’s mouth went dry.
“W-Woah woah woah,” Denki defended himself quickly, waving his hands in front of him. “We weren’t dating before… b-besides, Jirou. I’m flattered, really but… I… I already have a date with (Y/n) in a bit.”
Jirou stopped breathing for a moment. “W-What?” Jirou had forgotten that you both exchanged numbers… did that mean you both had started to hang out without her? Wait… no. He didn’t know about your tattoo, there was no way. “Can’t you cancel? Denki, look at my wrist!”
Denki sighed, the nervous smile falling from his face. “Jirou, look. Weren’t you the one who said that soulmates didn’t mean anything anymore? Well… maybe you’re right. The truth is, you’re a good friend! But, soulmate or not, we just don’t… have chemistry like that. I’m sorry. Please don’t make this worse than it has to be.”
Jirou couldn’t move. Her brain seemed to stop firing completely at his words. After a moment of waiting for a response, Denki sighed. “I’m sorry. But, uh… I actually have to go meet (Y/n) so…” he checked his watch. “I don’t wanna rush you, so just lock the door before you leave? …text me later. We can talk more later if you need.”
And then, just like that, he was gone through the door. Jirou’s hands fell limp at her sides, staring where Denki once stood. She felt her knees buckle before she hit the ground, a silent sob rippling through her. Angrily, she scrubbed raw at her wrist, only barely smudging the ink. Her phone buzzed tauntingly, your name lighting up her screen like salt to the wound. Vision blurred with tears, she blocked your call.
“Aww man, Jirou!” you hissed under your breath at the sound of her voicemail, pulling the phone from your ear. With a sigh, you set the phone on your lap, your legs swinging gently off the bench. Right now, you could have used a word or two or encouragement from your friend.
Sure, you knew you hadn’t told her about the date yet, but were you really at fault? Jirou had grown oddly distant recently, and you barely had a chance to speak to her these days. She was always running off to the practice room, though you had a feeling she may have been lying a few times about it.
At first she’d been happy to help you find your soulmate, helping you pick out which guy to investigate. But once you ran out of classmates, she seemed to abandon the search all together! You could only think of one other person… the boy who you were currently waiting to meet on the campus bench.
You and Denki had been texting ever since you exchanged numbers, though this was going to be the first time you saw each other since your first meeting. It seemed rude to hang out together without Jirou, but by now your curiosity had overcome your sensitivity. All you had to do was look at his wrist. You just had to know…
“(Y/n)?” you heard a voice call your name, and you looked up to see none other than Denki Kaminari walking towards you. He seemed a little on edge, but one flash of your smile and he seemed to relax completely.
“Denki! Hey! Good to see you again,” you chirped, standing up to give him a hug. Though this was technically only your second meeting, you felt as though you practically knew him already from all of your late night conversations.
His arms hung around you for a little longer than an ordinary hug would have lasted, but you liked the way it felt nonetheless. Pulling away, your smile softens a bit. “So…” you start slowly, your voice adopting a tone of apology. “This may seem a little strange or old-fashioned…but I think it’s worth a shot.”
You watched Denki’s expression carefully, his eyes willing you to continue. You bashfully played with your thumbs. “Do you… do you think I could see your wrist?” You watched his eyes widen, and immediately fear you overstepped a boundary.
“A-Ah,” you stutter, quickly back-tracking. “I swear I’m not a weirdo, it’s just–!! Here, look.” Without a question, you push up your sleeve and offer your wrist to him, revealing the small thunderbolt tattoo.
Denki’s breath hitches, and you observe his reaction carefully. “No way,” he mutters breathily. “Thats–”
“A soulmate tattoo, I know,” you laughed softly, already beginning to drop your wrist. “They’re rare, but I got lucky! Well, not too lucky. I can’t find them anywhere! That’s why I, you know…” Denki didn’t move, and you were beginning to suspect he didn’t have what you were looking for.
“Sorry for making it weird. I didn’t mean to lead you on, it’s just that… I need to find them. I’m sorry, maybe I should–”
“No, wait!” Denki cut you off, catching your wrist as you turned to leave. You feel a blush rise to your cheeks as he turns your wrist over to stare at your mark again. After a moment, he wordlessly turns over his own wrist, and with a few hard scrubs… reveals his own hidden tattoo.
You feel a mix of emotion at the sight, gently taking his wrist in both of your trembling hands. “I-It is you…” you gasp. “But you covered it up.” Hearing your voice droop slightly, Denki takes your hands in his own.
“I didn’t want to,” Denki explained quickly. “I think we’ve both been misled.”
You paused a moment before realization dawned on you. “D-Do you mean that… that Jirou?” Denki nodded, taking you into another tight hug.
Face pressed into his chest, you allow yourself to be washed over by his warmth. He smelled like lemongrass and lavender, and the feeling of his lips pressing against your hair filled you with an indescribable tenderness.
“That doesn’t matter right now,” he said, a choked laugh sounding from his chest. “I found you, (Y/n). I found you.”
Anime/Cartoon Love Triangles
Naruto, Sasuke, Sakura (Naruto)
Tai, Matt, Sora (Digimon Adventure)
Finn, Flame Princess, Princess Bubblegum (Adventure Time(
Korra, Asami, Mako (Legend Of Korra)
So i saw the gotham high trailer. In addition to the Instagram heavy Hollywood highschool romance drama when this could have been a light-hearted goofy comic poking fun at highschool tropes with batman characters already not winning any points from me. I gotta ask
Does anyone even like the concept of love triangles anymore? Like. I’m pretty sure they’re a literary blight for us at this point
The Sleuth of Ming Dynasty
Sui Zhou x Tang Fan x Wang Zhi