The OC above has a crush on yours!

Sullivan gawked at the entity before him with a look of pure skepticism. His eyes narrowed as he adjusted the bird mask which now lay against his chest from where it hung off his neck. Wetting his lips the spymaster's gaze darted around looking for an exit. He needed one now, or preferably soon. The feeling of unease grew the longer he felt the individual's piercing gaze on him. By the ancestors this was weird. Renard was pretty, don't get him wrong but everything about him felt- off. As if he shouldn't even be in the same room with him let alone getting confessed to. Then there was the underlying sense this was a lie told to him by some higher being.

Inhaling, he cleared his throat and glued his eyes to his boots as he tried to muster up a reply. Taking a hurried step back he briefly looked up. Don't look at his eyes! His eyes focused on the other man's chest.

"Look, you seem cool. Terrifying, but cool. I just- don't think this? Us?" He frantically waved one hand through the space between them before tucking it in his pocket, "Would work. I'm not the romantic type, or I don't think I am. Sorry, but you're better off looking for someone else."

Great now he felt like an ass.

Note for next person: He's awkward, so adorably awkward when it comes to romance or feelings. Go crazy.   (Also don't worry about gender.)

Frostsol 

Ricky barked into a laughter as the masked stranger awkwardly approached him. "That's pretty fucking cute, man." He lit up his cigarette and puffed a smoke. "-and here I thought you were gonna chop my head off or somethin', looking like some kind of assassin with that gear and all." Ricky glanced at the mask covering Sullivan's face. "Y'know, you should take off your mask while you're flirtin' and shit, know what I'm saying?" Curiosity was starting eat away at him as he continued to stare. As far as he could tell, the guy was sporting a sharp jawline, and looked like he could kick some serious ass. He began to bet that Sullivan was one of those tough handsome looking guys that girls would fangirl about when passing by. That was a bit oddly specific, but he could see some appeal by observing those features alone. 

Smokes of cigarette rose as he exhaled, mixing with the chilly night air. 

Nnnmm. Ricky mentally scratched his head, not feeling a strong enough attraction towards the guy.

"Nah, I'll pass. I probably would've thought you were pretty fucking hot if we met somewhere else instead of this dump." His thumb pointed at the run-down dumpster that was vandalized with curse words and inappropriate drawings. "I dunno, you probably would've won me over of you a box of cigarettes on you. 'Think it's pretty sexy, just saying."

Gomji

Jordyn looked up and down at the vampire with 25% curiosity, 25% nervousness and 50% amusement. No one ever really approached him saying they had a crush on him. And thought there was no chance in HELL this man could like him. Or even notice him. He was never the best at noticing people's emotions so he couldn't tell if this was a joke or not which is why he stared so blankly and dumbfoundedly. 

The boldness this man had also threw him off guard. Talk about nerves of steel. Jordyn would probably be a nervous wreck is he were to talk to his crush and told them outright he liked them. On one hand Jordyn had to give him credit where credit is due. It was admirable. If anything he found it a bit charming and wanted to give him an "at least you tried" sticker or something.

He smiled the nicest way possible and after a minute he finally said, "Uhhm... I'm flattered but sorry. I mean I think you're good looking, but I'm already dating someone." He tugged on his shirt in a fidgety motion. "So yeah I'm not really interested. But if you'd like we can still probably be friends and leave all of this behind. I-I don't want to be mean." He thought saying that was the good thing to do as he's been turned down before and yeah it hurt but it's better to get to know someone than leaving things in the dark. 

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Note for replier: Jordyn is autistic and struggles occasionally with figuring out ones emotions and expressions. Also he's overall awkward and may be shaky, clumsy and nervous when talking to his crushes. This can take place before he dates Eizhra so no worries ^^ I will get uncomfortable if it's an animal oc Jordyn likes however

V omg that's so cute!!! I might make a follow up :0

     Chad walked into the skate shop with some reservations. This place was starting to give him a bad vibe ever since that one chick he first met. He wasn't entirely angry, not anymore, but... conflicted. That was partly the reason he came here, and also the reason he was relieved to not see her there. Instead, he saw Jordyn at the counter.

     "Suh, brah!" he beamed and waved. "I guess it's just you today, yeah?" Little bit of stuttering and a unique expression, but it didn't bother Chad. Plenty of times had passed that he'd tripped over his words before, he could understand the frustration. Yet something seemed different about Jordyn today. He couldn't put his finger on it, but the mannerisms were different, almost panicked?
     "You okay, brah?" he asked with the tilt of his head. Maybe a rough customer came in earlier. Bummer. Looking over near the doors, he held up a few quarters. "This place looks pretty slow right now. Why don't we play that crane game, bro? That plushie I almost got last time is still there, and I'm feeling totally lucky."

     He didn't seem to know the feelings. That, or he chose not to make a big deal about it.

Rivers stared at Chad, he was surprised honestly. He was completely convinced that nobody would ever be interested in him after the incident, apparently he was wrong. He didn’t entirely know how to reply, while he was flattered that anyone would even consider him he wasn’t sure if he felt the same way back. He was unusually nervous but he knew he had to say something. “Y’know uh I appreciate it really, I’m just not interested, sorry.” Rivers looked down, fidgeting with his glove “I do hope we can still be friends though! I also hope you’re able to find someone who feels the same.” 

( vv this is great!! no hard feelings from Rivers, he's just a bit sad lol )

     They were rare moments, but sometimes when En trained with Pierre or Ren he'd meet Alistair. The guy was really pretty and fragile-looking, but what threw him off the most was how much he reminded him of Isolde. Maybe it was those blue eyes? It definitely wasn't the personality, Alistair was almost like her opposite. Although he was nice, whenever they'd talk the prince would get the impression of some kind of nervousness, or wariness. His friend back home was a wreck of nerves, it wasn't something he wasn't used to.

     The talks were fun, though, and En enjoyed getting to meet with Alistair. The last time they'd talked he'd explained that he was forced out of his home for not being able to sing or play instruments, and was surprised and comforted to know that the other also struggled with singing despite his skills in many other fields.

     "Hey, check it out!" En beamed while he held up a keychain with a toy bunny on it. "Cute, right? This place I was buying food from had it. It made me think of you, so here! And you NEED to try some of this!" He held up in his other hand a basket of onion rings, still warm. Despite the invitation, En was eating them at a rapid pace and might have finished them all off if it hadn't been for Alistair's confession that made him freeze up.

     "Crush?" he gulped. "Who, on me?" He blushed. For someone to have feelings for him felt surreal, especially someone like Alistair. M-Maybe those lessons from Pierre were paying off! Only problem is, he wasn't sure what to do from here. He liked Alistair, but he didn't feel anything romantic. Not yet, at least.
     Awkwardly, the prince brushed some crumbs off his face. "Thanks! I... Sorry, I only see you as a friend right now. But! We can still hang out? Maybe after more time things will change?"

You can respond to him or his tabs!

Damian was at first completely confused. He raised and eyebrow, but then began to smile. Then chuckled. "I'm sorry I'm not laughing at you for admitting this. Honestly you're braver than I am," his wide smile diminished slowly to a more softer one as his dark eyes looked at the ground. "See I'm into someone else, but I have no courage whatsoever to tell him..." He took a deep breath and looked up at En once again. "But hey, maybe you can give me more pointers on how you had it in your guts to tell me though!" 

He tried to soften the blow with his rejection and thought it was better to try to develop a sort of friendship to get to know En more. 

Plus what was some fancy and much more good looking guy doing talking to Damian anyway. What did he see in him? He thought the only people to acknowledge him were people at the skatepark he regularly visited with friends or the people he worked with in the mines or hunters he was teamed up with. He can't lie and say he wasn't both intrigued and confused. Maybe he could ask more questions as they talked to get to know En's reason as to how he developed a crush on him.

"Oh, you like me? I'm flattered, truly~"

Kioku smiled and tilted her head to the side, a blush showing through on her cheeks, even more than the makeup she already wore. She wasn't surprised by the confession, but she was still rather unfamiliar with how to act when someone confessed to her rather than her confessing to (and stalking, and flattering) another. Hold that smile for a bit longer, she told herself. I can't get involved with someone who actually likes me, because they'll just find out in no time who I am, but I really should let him down easy.

"How about we go on one date, then? I have to, er... visit a friend outside the city after that, but I'm sure it wouldn't hurt to spend one day dating, right?" After all, she was already dressed up, but it wouldn't be fair, she figured, to get Damian caught up in the mess her life had become. At best, they wouldn't be compatible. At worst, she'd somehow get herself killed in front of him, and there would be a whole lot of explaining to do.

He seems easy to get along with, so this compromise will spare the awkwardness for both of us...

vvv AAAAAA PIERRE!!!!! THIS IS AWESOME!!!!

Desolate could almost feel his feathers puff like a sail when he heard the words. He heard true, no? 

Taking a moment to give a soft laugh, unlike his typical hardened demeanor, one of his clawed hands raised to the back of his nape to drag his fingers along it with a flustered laugh. He wasn't used to confessions quite frankly, considering it had been years since he even considered himself lovable. Here Pierre stood, however, the blue-haired lad hopefully ringing true.

"Ah-- I appreciate it, truly!" Desolate would speak after finding words to say, nodding to Pierre with soft yellow eyes.

"Means alot to me, truly. You ain't bad lookin' yourself, luv." Russian accent causing a heavy gruff to fall over his already stumbled words, he did his best to speak as smoothly as possible to the larger masc. Desolate's height truly betrayed his rough personality, but he did his best to stay confident, even when he was practically a foot shorter than the taller man.

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Desolate's uranic (men / masculine-leaning ocs only, please!) 

 

bump !! <3 )

DAMNED-MEGAPOLIS (Apologies if you somehow didn't get the @ for this, I was scrolling through my old posts and noticed a change lol)

Wick was growing to enjoy the time he was spending with Desolate over the past week. What was supposed to be a one night stay at his cabin grew into a whole week as Wick found out the venue he was supposed to play at had a rat infestation and the concert would be delayed about another week. This was not unusual for the venue from what Wick read so he just decided to relocate for the time being. Wick would be spending most of his time practicing some new songs he was writing for the next album and reading Desolate's writing, seeing if he could take some inspiration for his next album.

It was seemingly simple but Desolate would do things Wick found...strange. He clearly wanted to look out for Wick more from their conversations, and he knew Wick was adamant on self-care. Sometimes he'd give Wick a pat on the head that weirdly lingered for a long time as his claws ran through his hair. After Wick blushed immensely and asked why he would do such a thing, he'd just chuckle.

This would grow more confusing as the two would sit on the porch of the cabin one day, Desolate wanting to do some bird watching. Desolate must have assumed that due to his small stature that Wick would be having trouble seeing much of anything, so without warning he picked up the smaller bot and held him close to his chest, head resting on top of his. Wick was completely overwhelmed with emotion by this as Desolate slowly pat him on the head. Wick was already embarrassed enough by all this, glaring at the much taller man with confusion.

" You...really don't have to do that.... " he quietly muttered as he could hear Desolate chuckle yet again.