bakerstreet | this is my girl/boyfriend and i would kill for them

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this is my girl/boyfriend and i would kill for them

UTTERLY SMITTEN meme

Because sometimes, you want to play out goofy, absolutely adorable adoration no matter your character.

You don't have a crush. You're not in love. But you wish you had either of those things, because they're the lesser of all evils. Instead, you have it oh so bad. You're smitten, kitten. Why, every little thing this special person does is magic! Their looks, their personality, their smile - or lack thereof - are the most beautiful you've ever seen. And maybe they're even nice to you when you totally don't deserve it! Whether your acquaintances would describe you as "soft-hearted" or "hard-ass pain in my ass," there's hardly been one as taken as you. Just looking at them makes you weak at the knees, and you think those butterflies in your stomach may be staging a revolt.

Damn it, it's disgusting.

No matter if you're a grown-ass adult or a school kid, you'll feel...uhm, like a school kid. Of course, you probably shouldn't pull any pigtails. Instead, put those conflicting emotions to good use. Admire your object of affection from afar. Hang out with them as much as you can. Be awkward as only you can. Enjoy being in their presence or being close to them because afhhdhflfh they're so pretty and so aaaaahh you're ensnared. Be super nice to them. Dote on them because they're so darn cute. Fulfilling their every whim will get you in good!

Or be a terrible tsundere, as that's all some of you assholes know how to do. Eventually, you'll get over your denial and realize, grizzled warrior-king or megalomaniacal god or bitchy brat you are, you're feeling flushed.

HOW TO PLAY

Comment with your character, preference, and what role you'd like to play.
Cutesy, emotional, kind, or young characters might get smitten easily. But part of the fun is seeing completely stoic, inappropriate, or horrible characters get silly quickened heart beats. Of course, said stoic, inappropriate, or horrible characters getting crushed on is just as funny.
RNG for a prompt or just go nuts.

POSITION

Smitten: Be cool, be cool - oh god they're so precious you're going to vomit.
Smitten...On?: You're the one who's cast a spell, willing or unwittingly.

SITUATION

Not Together...Yet: Is senpai going to notice you?
Together: Aren't you so lucky to have such an amazing boyfriend or girlfriend or friendfriend?
Never: A forbidden love, you can never be together, GET THIS ANGST SHIT OUT OF HERE.

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(( ooc: Haga is a brat but he gets smitten very easily when it comes to pretty people. He's actually acceptable when he likes someone lol ))

[ Jock boy who mostly does the sportsball at Haga's highschool but also occasionally checks in to play cards and other games at their club? Alternatively a jock man who comes to play cards in the local game store, but isn't interested in going pro? Or employee of said game store. ]

Edited 2019-10-18 06:45 (UTC)

(( oh boy, all these look neat, but I think I'm more inclined to choose the "Kirishima comes over to the game store to play cards on occasion and Haga keeps staring at him not so subtlety every time because Kiri is cute AF". They also could be on the same school and Haga is always looking at him from a distance there too lol ))

[ There's a sort of hierarchy among nerds in a game store, depending on the system you're playing. Everyone got a bit shook at first when Eijirou Kirishima busted into the casual Duel Monsters scene. He was certainly built as men go, he was confident... but he had an ultimately terrible deck. Games took forever against him nonetheless - his defense was incredible - but he didn't have the sort of offensive monsters or the trap/magic strategy to win most matches.

But it never seemed to bother Kirishima any time he came into the store. More importantly, despite his size, he never tried to leverage it against his fellow players to gain an advantage. Sure, occasionally he might invite an winning opponent to fight him outside the store... but he never forced anything from it, or otherwise flexed his muscles on the other patrons during games themselves. His deck would change on the occasion he had enough money to buy a small slew of packs to expand it.

Every regular in the shop knew Kirishima was an easy, poor, and amiable target. Good guy to play against if you were just looking to see how offensive your deck was. He was also very muscular and may or may not be the local vigilante; it was difficult to say if his red hair was spiked after that hero or if the hero was him.

Anyway, Kirishima finds a weekend to drift on into his favorite game store with his deck. ]

Oh shit! Weevil! What's up, man?

[After all the turmoil that went down in Weevil's life, he's actually surprised by how everything just... simmered down in the past months. Sure it helped that Rex smacked some sense into him after their close calls with death, and Weevil decided to let go of his grudge towards Yugi to focus on, well, his own well being.

As of late, with the talk about his less than ethic ways to try and win tournaments dying out, Weevil found himself slowly building back his reputation. He's still a sore loser and very much on the bratty side, because he can't really change who he is overnight, but at least now others players are looking up to him again, and it certainly isn't a bad feeling.

If Weevil knew that forgetting Yugi even existed would do so well for him, he would have stopped going after him long ago.

To build up his name again, Weevil was always visiting the same shop near his house and partaking into some small competitions the shop held here and there. But it sure wasn't the only reason why he kept coming back.

It isn't exactly usual for him to be into jocks like Kirishima. In fact, Weevil always seemed to gravitate towards more sophisticated boys that were way out of his league, but there was something about that red-haired boy that just... appealed to him. Weevil is't exactly sure what it is, but it's enough for him to dart glances at Kirishima both at school and the game shop, and for him to blush at the sight of him.

But Weevil never really expected Kirishima to look his way. Until he does one day at the game store and it really catches Weevil off guard.]

H-Hey Kirishima-san. How are you? D-Did you come here to play? [Oh dear, what a stupid question, of course he's here for this!]

It's been a strange couple of weeks. Strange, by definition, is not necessarily a negative. Simply out of the ordinary, the unknown, and when you've had most of your very long life set in a certain manner, working on rules upon rules upon manners upon ideals (no matter how often you've taken to bend and work around all of those), anything new will be regarded as Strange. The only things to do are to make the best of it, or let yourself succumb to your discomfort and despair.

Well, he much rather go about it the first way.

He's idly waiting for the demon to make his way into the shop, as he often does, to the point where it hardly matters if they've actually made plans for lunch or not. It's a welcomed bit of familiarity, one of the few the angel is rather happy they've kept. Specially without having to worry about surprise visits from certain head office members nowadays.

He's looking out of one of the shop windows, though he's stopped actually seeing the people and buildings a long time ago. Lost in thought, mostly about the small box resting on his desk.

There'd been no shortage of excuses for drop-ins at the bookshop over the last decade or so. Something about the end of the world vaguely looming about constantly. Either way, these days it's fewer excuses or reasons other than simply the fact that he wants to see Aziraphale. The angel seems to still be generally pleased with his presence. A win-win situation for them both. No arrangement. No head offices. No deals or secrecy or looking over their shoulders constantly. They've found each other, in their own way.

The door to the bookshop opens, admitting one (1) demon, who slinks his way inside only to find Aziraphale already out front, standing by the window. Well. No need to start making a general nuisance of himself and start calling for him.

Instead it's simpler to sidle up to him, planting himself beside the angel and following his gaze out the window. "What are we looking at then?"

It's much better, he would say, not having to hang their companionship on a work arrangement or the actual end of the world. Not that that'd always been the real reason every time, would hardly account for all the countless meals and drinks spanning the several millennia, but certainly for the most important ones. But, nowadays, a weight off their shoulders and off their interactions.

He jumps slightly when he suddenly hears the voice right next to him, distracted as he was. "Oh. Hello, my dear." Said with an easy smile. "Didn't hear you come in."

((gonna be grumpy about it and mostly tease the person either way, at least at first))

[ She'll bust through the plate glass window

of your heart. ]

(Smitten is her default mode. Prepared for pampering.)

[Clueless that anyone would be smitten with her.]

[ cross-timelines, cross-canons, aus and ocs are all welcome.

you will be getting a very territorial pyrokinetic ]

Edited 2019-10-18 17:16 (UTC)

[i guess if you're into that sort of thing]

[ Kadan ]

[ How does Bull feel about elves? ]

[ if there are anti-elf iron bulls out in the multiverse somewhere, don't tell me. ]

[ If he were being honest with himself, the very first time he'd seen The Iron Bull started putting the nails in his coffin. Then he started getting to know the Qunari, which only made that feeling grow. He got to know not only the Bull, but his people, and Mahanon could admit he would be lost without the Chargers in the mix, too. They added a unique flair to the Inquisition, and he kind of made it a point to bring Bull with him whenever he got the opportunity.

Not only for his charming personality, but his strength in combat and the Bull's ability to see things in people that Mahanon couldn't fathom. Bloodthirsty when it counted, but sweet as anything when it mattered most. He appreciated that Bull didn't try to sugarcoat things for him- a straight answer was always something he could count on, and that meant more than he could really put into words.

Mahanon continuously felt out of his depth. It's amazing he hadn't made more fatal mistakes along the way or alienated more people against their cause. He knows that choosing to study the art of Necromancy had been a touchy subject that rose a lot of questions- though he never got an outright judgment from Bull about it. Even tried to tolerate it. Then again, he's always been a bit unorthodox, his alienage aside, which is another reason Mahanon found himself so drawn to The Iron Bull. For a Qunari, he was his own person and a good leader; and an even better man to know.

There's very little time lately for him to breathe between making vital decisions for their cause, seeing visitors, and roaming the better parts of Ferelden. Tonight, he's making time to unwind. Even if it only happened to be for long enough to grab a drink at the tavern and get back to work. With a glance around at all the soldiers and few civilians or traders that Skyhold saw, his eye was immediately drawn to the hulking figure off to one side of the room. He couldn't help himself, he wove his way through and nodded to an empty seat. ]

Mind if I bother you for a bit?