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Like the title suggests, the OC above has a crush on yours!
How would your character react after finding out that they have a secret admirer? :^))) (this is my first game thread btw, i hope nobody made a similar one as this)
Remember; this is just for fun!
I'll start us off with Kurai ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Please write with the minimum of 3 sentences!
Edit: whoa, I was not expecting so many posts, thank you all so much!!
-Interactions between adults and minors aren't allowed; ex. A character in their teens having a crush on a 30+ year old/ vice versa.
To hear someone had a crush on him was like being mentally stabbed.
He had spoken several times to Mateo, each occasion as tame as the last. The younger man was hardly anything like his future self, who Dallas had the misfortune of knowing. Whilst Ferrin was rather grabby, spacey and downright.. silly, Mateo was serious, great with conversations and knew how to keep his hands to himself. To think they were the same person was so uncomfortable to ponder, that Dallas tried miserably to avoid it any time he came into contact with either one of them. Even in a world where past-or-future-selves were possible, there was still a chance that maybe.. maybe they were joking about it, right?
His breath catches in his windpipe as the confession comes to, and he feels his entire spine begin to crawl with an unpleasant emotion. Gray eyes shy away from the handsome shape of Mateo’s face and onto the front of his shirt, then to the ground below. Silence stings at his ears, blaring loudly alongside the shrieking rhythm of his own heartbeat. His anxiety is beginning to flood throughout his body, igniting him with the urgency to ignore everything and simply leave. If only that were an acceptable thing to do in modern society.
With no ability to escape without acknowledging the confrontation he wants desperately to avoid, he swallows. Crushes were unhealthy for him, be it from his own feelings or receiving someone else’s. For whatever reason, receiving made him feel repentant, as if he had done something wrong by existing. They made him painfully aware of how he physically looked and how his hair might have a stupid parting or his lips might have too many cracks or how he might be slouching or how he might be more flawed than he originally thought. They made him feel small and reminded him of how much he disliked himself. Why, how could anyone ever like something so ugly and rotten, anyway?
“Uhm..”
He chews against the metal backing of his piercings and dares to sneak a quick glimpse at Mateo. He was waiting for a response, wasn’t he? How terrifying must it feel to confess to someone and be left with silence, he wonders. He’d personally never run into the problem, always baiting someone’s feelings out of them rather than declaring his own. A coward, he was.
“I..I’m not..? I’m not good for you..?” Stumbling over his wording, he finds himself speaking before thinking. Which, he couldn’t help but to internally yell at himself for. What was he doing!? Couldn’t he just accept someone’s feelings and give them a chance?! There wasn’t anything wrong with Mateo, and Ferrin was even tolerable.. in his own charming way too! He liked being around them, though he was too anxious to ever admit it!
“I have a lot of problems.. It’s just.. You know? Better.. If you don’t waste your time and emotion on me.”
paramedic TOOK LONGER THAN I THOUGHT I WOULD IM SORRY
Light brown eyes fell on his bowling partner's face. Lucas had talked to the other man every once in a while in the chats, and he just so happened to get his ass kicked in bowling against Cyrus and J with Dallas as his partner. Lucas enjoyed the gang's company, including Dallas' when they hung out, it was a bit chaotic- but the fun kind.
Lucas wasn't sure if it was a trick of the light, or if there was a faint blush on Dallas' face as he stood near. Was the cat full of himself, or was Dallas sneaking glances at him. Sure Lucas had dealt with people having a crush on him many times, but he wasn't sure if that was the case with Dallas or if he was mistaking it for that due to his past experience with others.
The idea does cross his mind that maybe he should as Dallas about it- but most didn't like being asked if they have a crush, even less so when they don't have one. Oh god, Lucas would be really embarrassed if he was wrong. Perhaps it is best not to bring it up all, if Dallas did have a crush, he could mention it on his own terms should he chose to, there was no rush. Lucas wasn't sure how he'd react if that was the case, but the was a problem for the him in the future.
Glancing over his eyes catch Dallas' gaze, in turn, Lucas offers his usual lazy smile but says nothing.
So Lucas seemed to be a regular at the coffee shop, considering Alex has memorized the exact order he usually gets. He usually spots Lucas taking photos of himself, as well as the drinks he got, as if he was going to upload them online somewhere. Alex wouldn’t be surprised, Lucas was good-looking, and it wouldn’t be too much of a stretch to suggest he had a following somewhere.
But Alex sees how he looks at him as he serves his drinks. Maybe Lucas was just admiring his cool pins, but the lazy smiles he gave him also seem to hide much more than that. He couldn’t help but have his, admittedly small ego, flattered by such a probably popular guy give him the time of day.
So he moves closer. Lucas’s fashion was made more apparent the closer he got, a style he was familiar with, by some people he’d see out in the city.
And so Alex began the conversation.
En nearly choked on his coffee and gave Alex an incredulous look. "Huh? Really?" He'd come to this coffee place for a few months now at the urging of his friends. Coffee... didn't taste as good as he thought at first, but Alex was always there to help and offer better tasting drinks for him. Sometimes he'd even make new ones just for him. He was nice, and admittedly he was attractive, but it still blew En's mind to knew there were feelings towards him.
"Uh, well, I-I never really thought about a relationship," he bumbled, scratching his cheek awkwardly with one finger. "I wouldn't mind trying, though? I, uh, I might not be very good at it-- B-But I want to try! So... Do you want to sit down with me?"
You can reply to him, his evil self, or his older self!
Her again.
There was a reason he wasn't facing her. Take the hint. But no, had to play savior, right? Wouldn't Allegro be proud.
En rolled his eyes. Fine. If she wasn't going to leave, he would. He stood up abruptly and took one step away when Isolde finally spoke. He looked over his shoulder at her, making eye contact for a brief moment before she looked away and brought up the weather. Winter. He found himself looking forward distantly. Yes, he could already tell it was getting colder. Just the breeze was enough to make him shiver and remember the times he'd been left to die in the middle of a blizzard.
Right now as he was he would be fine, he knew that. His swords were more than powerful enough to give him warmth on the coldest days, yet he didn't continue moving, and instead turned to face Isolde. Something compelled him to stay. It wasn't affection or happiness, those were long gone, nor was it a reluctance to be in the snow.
Perhaps he was amused at how far she was willing to go to play savior.
Isolde was like the perfect woman, wasn't she? Beautiful eyes, beautiful hair, doing something with her life that wasn't just blowing shit up to see pretty lights and cool shit. This was a joke, right? Five must have put this poor woman up to this or something, revenge for calling him a 'fat head'. Bubblegum blue eyes look at Isolde with the utmost confusion, with disbelief.
Priscilla doesn't know how to react, she hasn't wiped off that stupid expression of sheer shock off her face, she can't wipe it off, oh god is her face permanently like this? What the hell was the rabbit suppose to do in this situation?! The only thing Priscilla could even think to do was going back to her roots, the very fiber of her own being. So, what does she do? She laughs. The rabbit laughs.
Her laugh isn't one someone would do after hearing a funny joke, no it's a laugh after a stressful situation, a laugh during an awkward moment and you don't know what to do with yourself- but more importantly as the woman is laughing, she is pulling something out of her jacket pocket. The object in the rabbit's hand is rather pink, cylinder in shape with what appear to a pin. It's a bomb- the woman is holding a bomb- and with quick reflexes she pulls the pin and drops it to the floor before taking off.
Luckily it's just a smoke bomb, and soon the area is flooded with pink smoke, and only smoke, Priscilla having made her quick get-away without harming anyone. Well, this was embarrassing.
Later on...
"Adrien, Five tried to set me up with some woman I just know it! She was perfect, too perfect- that dumb oaf had to have done something." The pink haired woman screams at her companion, the collar of his jacket in both of her fists as she violently shakes him. Her friend can hardly get a word in as Priscilla babbles on about how intimidatingly attractive Isolde was.
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NP: Priscilla doesn't have a pref for gender!
((THIS IS SO CUTE I'M SCREAMING, POOR HAUSER))
Rosetta clears her throat, eyes darting away from Hauser and towards the ground. It's been... a long time, since Rosetta has cared for romance, and Hauser doesn't exactly strike her as the lovey-dovey, emotional type. To say his confession is a surprise is an understatement; for a moment, Rosetta fumbles for a reply as her mind screeches to a halt, and she seems to forget how to even speak.
Hauser's gaze is hot on her skin, his stare boring into her with enough force to make Rosetta shiver. When she does glance up, her milky blue eyes meet his dark ones, and she almost manages an awkward smile.
"That's sweet," she says finally, and the words sound hollow even to her own ears. "I never pictured you as the type to - to care about stupid things like crushes or romance. It's not your thing, and I'm a hunter for Oden's sake... I'm sorry, but I think it would be better if we forgot about this interaction."
A wince. Ouch, that was harsh even to Rosetta. She sees Hauser's expression tighten, his smirk dropping. It makes her own face fall into her familiar blank look. She feels herself slipping, her tenuous grip on reality faltering under the stress of the hole she's dug herself into.
When she speaks next, it's with great difficulty. "We just wouldn't be good for each other, you understand. Please don't be mad...."
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(Rosetta doesn't really do romance, she's a busy woman keeping the town from falling apart! And if we're going by her Bloodborne canon, I can't see a hunter wanting a werewolf to have a crush on her.
The viera had tried keeping a low profile as he noticed that people weren’t exactly stoked about having someone of his kind around. This made him make the choice of wearing a long coat with a hood whenever he was around people and all he wanted to do right now was to finish cutting up some firewood.
Someone had been eyeing him from a distance for a while now, a woman with blonde hair. N’arfi thought she was pretty. After a moment, she tapped him on his shoulder and she mumbled a few words nervously that made the viera chuckle from the irony.
“Sorry miss. Knowing what your purpose is and what I am, there’s no way that you’d want a date.” He put down the axe and pulled down his hood to reveal his long rabbit ears.
“Besides, vieras live for at least 300 years if given the chance. Though, if you decide to attempt to strike me down right here, right now… it might be less.”
His ears draw backwards at the sight of Nikolai coming in closer. He’d met him the other day, and though everything had been normal and dandy on his end, things had been sort of rough on Nikolai’s end. The memory was vague in his spotty mind, though he could recall a needle and the word ‘creature’ being uttered from those frowning, distant lips. Now, Tamako could handle needles just fine (even if he was confused why one was around in the first place), but being called a ‘creature’ was an unforgivable action.
There’s a hint of a glazed glare in his eyes as he observes him keep his distance while settling in the general proximity of where he sits. Right now, Tamko is working on decorating his phone case at a little table. There’s glued resin made in the shape of strawberries and cute little bunny buttons pieced together in a fun, Pinterest inspired attempt at art. He sets a large, pink star shaped pearl down and sits straighter, looking suspicious.
When the confession comes, it almost goes unnoticed. Thanks to his ears, however; he hears it louder than it was likely intended. And his fuzzy eyebrows sharpen inward. Admiration was a thing he knew. Many fans admired him and wanted to get to know him better. But they weren’t the large, older German man Tamako thought was handsome and probably a wonderful provider, nor were they Ferrin, a second handsome man who was trustworthy.. however, not as muscular as the first. As for this man? He wasn’t either of those latter persons at all, and he certainly wasn’t a Tamako-chan fan if he wanted to poke him with a needle!
“Eh?!” His whiskers twitch and his ears pop up, standing straight. “You just want to trick Tamako and make him think you like him so you can..poke him with something ‘sharp’! Tamako..is not falling for it..! If you really like Tamako, then you can bring him somewhere for.. Valentine's or.. White Day! Otherwise.. Tamako is not listening!” To prove his point, he jerks his head away from Nikolai and snoots his nose up.
Ganbatte!
@NP: you can pick someone else if tamako isn't your style!
v. PICKLE THAT IS SO CREATIVE??? REALLY AN AMAZING, AWESOME IDEA?? thank YOUUU FOR LETTING ME READ THAT i love ur boy and im glad he played a otome for hours
I wrote a lot bc i love tamako
Ken lay on his bed, arms folded behind his head as he stared at a particularly uninteresting spot on his ceiling. It was getting late and he needed to be up early for rehearsal, but he couldn't sleep. It'd been a struggle ever since that concert where he ran into Tamako. Part of it was that he was still slightly starstruck after having met a popular Japanese actor he'd watched many times up to this day, but it wasn't all of it. Ken's face scrunched up into a mixture of embarrassment, confusion, and annoyance. Ugh, this feeling. He recognized it but he didn't want to admit it.
Defying his emotions, Ken turned to his left with a huff and gazed out his window. The stars weren't visible from the city's lights. If he listened carefully he could make out heavy bar music nearby, or cars honking at each other. With a sigh he turned to the opposite direction and stared at his phone resting easier than him on the nightstand. A solid three seconds passed before he grabbed it.
A wall of otome games greeted him, but he had played them all already and wasn't in the mood to restart any of them. He went to the app store to find a new one featuring that stupid leader of his rival band. Stupid.
It was as he was scrolling that he paused at a particular one. This one was... Tamako? Ken inhaled sharply. A fan otome game about him? He stared for a second. Surely... Surely just seeing the info wouldn't hurt? He clicked on it to read about it. It was painfully obvious that this was the person's first fan game, but the visuals were still nice. He found himself lingering on a screenshot that showed Tamako standing on the beach with that ever present dazed look on his face. How stupid. Stupid... Stupidly cute... Cute... Cute like a seal... With that voice...
Ken shook his head. The hell was wrong with him for thinking like that? Argh, this stupid blush wasn't getting off him! Get off this app and find something good! He repeated that in his head yet his fingers wouldn't comply. His eyebrow twitched with struggle. An otome game with Tamako... His heart was beating fast, it'd been a long time since that happened.
It... It wouldn't hurt to play this. J-Just to see how bad it was.
Three hours later, with only one and a half hours left before he'd have to get up, Ken snoozed away on his bed. Clutched against his chest was his phone, frozen on the screen of the game Tamako smiling with his boba tea, reciprocating the player's feelings.