Nearly everybody gets twitterpated in the springtime.

[bostaff]

twitterpated: the meme twitterpated: adj. Smitten or love-struck; romantically infatuated. Nearly everybody gets twitterpated in the springtime. For example: you're walking along, minding your own business. You're looking neither to the left, nor to the right, when all of a sudden, you run smack into a pretty face. Woo-woo! You begin to get weak in the knees. Your head's in a whirl. And then you feel light as a feather; and before you know it, you're walking on air. And then you know what? You're knocked for a loop, and you completely lose your head! Comment with your character, preferences, and the like. Others will reply. Congratulations, your character is flat-out twitterpated by theirs!

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Liam Dunbar | Teen Wolf | OTA

[ex_boning176]

James Hook ( Pan ) OTA

[justaminer]

Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf

[bilesbilinski]

[M/F]

lydia martin, teen wolf.

[deathwailer]

wolfgang bogdanow. sense8.

[wclfgang]

Jackson Whittemore | Teen Wolf | OTA

[ex_prick866]

[redarrowqueen]

(Up for some cross fandom silly? Given the shared actor factor I had to ask! :) )

Helen Cho | MCU

[regenerations]

[ota]

hyakuya yuuichirou | owari no seraph | ota

[redressor]

Myrcella Baratheon | GOT/ASOIAF

[consanguineal]

[ota, age-appropriate, modern also available]

Minako Arisato | Persona 3

[bondsoflife]

[ota. answers may come from wantobeclose too.]

jeannie ← i dream of

[wisheries]

beauty and the beast? :)

[strikingblue]

It was a typical day for Kurt Wagner. He shifted his long coat, his hat low over his face to keep his blue skin hidden. He was sneaking around, looking for easy food. Here at the open market, he could put his talents to work.

The second the merchant's back is turned, he snags an apple and makes a run for it. The cries of hey get back here! follow him into the alley but when they run after, the alley is empty. Kurt having teleported through the nearest wall to disappear from being chased...

...except he trips over someone. Panicky and apologetic, he tries to help the woman up quickly so he can make his....escape....

She was so beautiful, Kurt forgot what he was doing. "I...I...I..."

sure! sorry for the delay!

[wisheries]

Civilian veiled, Jeannie had been browsing, doing things the mortal way. The way she'd done, once upon a time. Shopping spilled along with her, the blonde looked up as he fretted and flustered, that slight furrow between her brows relaxing. He hadn't done any damage - and even if he had, it would have been easily rectified.

Righting herself via that offered hand, as he seemed otherwise distracted all of a sudden, she smiled kindly, a touch awkward.

"Are you alright?"

His line. Hers now.

Joker | Kuroshitsuji | Open

[jocularly]

Pearl | Steven Universe | OTA

[beyourrock]

philophrosyne ● mythos

[charites]

clark kent | smallville (dcu) | m/f

[indure]

[open to au and cross canon. no underage, plz.]

Endrance | .hack//G.U.

[sheiswithme]

[When he falls in love, he falls hard.]

Alkaid | .hack//G.U.

[twinhoneysuckle]

[She acts tough, but she's a big softie]

[mp3]

[At least it's a type he's familiar with.

Which is why they've probably been hanging out for a while in-game. It's someone he could easily attach himself to and hold a conversation with, due to him knowing how to handle a person with that personality.

And someone with maxed out Charm? ... Well... things happen.

He sends her a flash mail once he logs on, a normal occurrence.]

Hey, I'm on.

Shimizu Kiyoko || Haikyuu!!

[karasutenshi]

m/f

Eggsy Unwin | Kingsman: The Secret Service

[formerself]

[bleak_midwinter]

He'd seen him around, of course.

Tommy's been out of the army for years, but he still observes, still registers and doesn't forget a face. Kingsman has been Shelby Brother's Ltd.'s top client since the company first started up, and they're a group of highly trained, highly dangerous individuals. Tommy knows how they're trained, how they work, who they are, as much as they let him. Merlin feeds him enough information to be useful, but keeps the rest out- the rest, Tommy has to do himself.

He visits London every few months for test drives, to instruct the members and the technical staff, and so he has seen Eggsy Unwin, and he liked him from the moment he saw him. The compound is populated with well-bred people with posh accents who sometimes hear his own rough voice and think of him as a grunt because of it. They pay him too well for him to do anything about it, but when he hears Eggsy talk to Merlin that first time he's already smiling when they enter the room-- it's such a nice change that he already feels a little fond of him before they've even properly met.

And then they talk, with Merlin the middle, and he's even more charmed. Eggsy's smart, and brash, and he gets on Merlin's nerves in just the right way to make Tommy grin behind his hands. He picks up the prototype Tommy'd brought, and he not only knows how to use it with the bare minimum of instructions- he's excited, loves it, asks Tommy questions about it with a slight flush on his cheeks.

He makes a point of seeing Eggsy again the next time; misses him the time after that; is delighted to see him again after. He muses, on his way home, why, exactly, he'd felt quite so happy to see Eggsy when all they did was exchange details on how a weapon had held up in the field, and comes to the conclusion that he's harboring a very solid crush. On a man who's probably ten years his junior, who has a wildly dangerous job, who has a jaw Tommy wants to cup and eyes he wants to see light up--

He tries to keep from thinking about it, but the next time he comes over he surprises even himself with his disappointment at Eggsy's absence. Can't always plan these visits, he tells himself, as he stands on the lawn smoking one more cigarette before he heads back to Birmingham. Next time he'll ask Merlin, he'll figure out a way to be subtle about it- and then the front door opens and Eggsy steps out, looking flushed and a little harried.

[formerself]

Thing is, Eggsy doesn't do crushes.

Most of his sex life originates in the pubs and clubs he frequents, or used to frequent, and now visits on the offchance that he's got an evening free and isn't so battered he can't enjoy it. If he likes a girl, he'll buy her a few drinks, they'll dance if it's that kind of place, chat - and either they'll fuck or they won't, depending on how the night goes. Maybe they'll swap numbers, bit of Snapchat, maybe let the other know if they're going to be at that club again - but he didn't ever go so far as dating. At first it was about keeping girls (and humans generally) out of Dean's radar - then it was about not being able to have a relationship because he's a Kingsman and (I'm so sorry I can't tell you more) he just can't.

That all goes to shit the moment he watches Tommy taking apart a small chemical laboratory hidden in a leather briefcase. And the sound of his voice, the gorgeous lines of his face, the quietly authoritative way he talks around the devices he brings to be carefully dismantled and reconstituted in the lab -- Eggsy previously considered himself 'straight but flexible' but when he finds himself wanking over the thought of a voice telling him how to do it in a very masculine, very Brummie accent? Yeah, he can't sell that to himself any more.

He waits two weeks for it to go away.

It doesn't.

And now he's on the lawn in front of HQ, striding across to the white K where Tommy's standing, except he finds himself slowing down the closer he gets. Like this is suddenly going to fall apart because it's the worst idea ever. What if he's straight? Like, just statistically, this'll be humiliating as fuck.

"...alright?"