Flushcrush (Troll!Dirk x Troll!Reader)

Your name is (f/n) (l/n). You are 6 sweeps old and you have (b/c) blood. You have taken an interest in (hobby 1) and (hobby 2), and you thoroughly enjoy chatting with your friends. Among those friends are Karkat Vantas, Kanaya Maryam, Terezi Pyrope, and the one and only Dirk Strider. You have many other friends, of course, but if you had to say that one of them was your best friend, you would say it was Dirk. He has been with you for nearly your entire life and you not only look up to him, but you also care for him dearly. 

At the moment, you are staring at your husktop in shock. Your wide yellow eyes are reflecting the image on your screen as you read and reread the pesterlog displayed before you. You were conversing with Dirk over little things, as per usual, when he suddenly asked you a very unexpected question. Seeing as your answer to this question would change not only your life, but Dirk's life as well, you were carefully thinking over your options to determine what your answer might be. Wait, who are we kidding? You are in FULL FREAK OUT PANIC MODE at the moment because DEAR GOG DID HE SERIOUSLY JUST ASK YOU THIS QUESTION?! You must be dreaming. This must be a hallucination. There must be some mistake. There is no way that he would ever-

Your thoughts are cut short as your husktop chimes cheerily, alerting you to another message from Dirk.

'TT: I mean, if you don't want to, that's totally cool and all.'

'TT: I just thought that since we've been friends for awhile you might want to…'

'TT: Y'know.'

'TT: Change the course of action here.'

Your fingers flew to your keyboard and typed out a response that, little do you know, is going to ruin your entire future.

'(C/H): Of course Dirk!'

'(C/H): Of course I'll be your moirail!'

-----timeskip-----

'TT: Hey (f/n).'

'TT: Can I tell you a secret?'

'TT: Like, a really big secret?'

'(C/H): Yeah, of course!'

'(C/H): That's what moirails are for, doofus!'

'TT: I know.'

'TT: You have to promise not to tell anyone though.'

'(C/H): My lips are sealed!'

'TT: I think I might be flushed for someone.'

'(C/H): How flushed?'

'TT: Redder than Aradia's blood.'

'(C/H): Wowie. Who's the lucky fella?'

'TT: Promise not to tell him.'