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Crush crush crush

the big, fat crush meme

How to Play
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[ Feel free to be as serious or as self-aware as you'd like. ]

Prompts

1. Love at First Sight...or, at least, Interest.
Hey little mama, let me holla at you.
2. Gradual.
Your interest in this person is growing after getting to know them.
3. Excitement and FREAKING OUT.
Oh my gosh, there's absolutely nothing you'd rather do than spend time with this person you want everything to be perfect oh gosh oh gosh.
3. Hormonal.
Girls are so weird but they look so nice.
4. BFF to BF
Your friendship is becoming/has become more than that.
5. Secret Crush
You can't let you liking the head cheerleader or the king's daughter get out. It would be a disaster.
6. What is this...Love Thing?
I don't understand love. What is love, baby don't hurt me ---
7. Unacceptable
Your brain is betraying you and making you have gross emotions towards that person.
8. You Totally Like [blank].
Everybody knows your little secret. Guess it's not a secret, then.
9. MY LIFE IS OVER.
You embarrassed yourself, so clearly no one will ever love you ever again.
10. Grouchy. Or Stunted.
Remember how I said not just silly kids can get crushes? This is for all the adults who are finally feeling that fluttery feeling in their chest.
11. Dumb Shows of Affection.
You want to show how much you care. These thoughtful gestures can range from not-so-dumb (she likes cookies, I'll buy her one!) to really dumb (I'LL BUY HER A LIFETIME SUPPLY OF COOKIES).
12. Forbidden Attraction.
Everyone knows exes are off-limits. It's, like, the first rule of feminism. Also included are siblings of best friends, best friends, and cute people in general.
13. Ridiculously Over the Top.
SHMOOPY POOPY CUDDLE BEAR! All sorts of pet names and inappropriate PDA here.
14. Fluffy Moments.
Not necessarily dates, but just hanging out and having fun together.
15. Confession.
I REALLY LIKE YOU PLEASE GO OUT WITH ME I carved this rock with my bare hands for you. Or maybe something more subtle.
16. Unwitting Object of Affection.
Usually an older party or someone completely uninvolved with this malarky, but crushes know no bounds.
17. Adorable Kisses.
Please don't let me miss, please don't bump noses...
18. Sloppy Makeouts.
Put on "Stairway to Heaven" and go to town.
19. Arguments.
You jerk! Look what you've done! I never want to see you again.
20.First Time
Obligatory smut option, touch a boob, etc.
21. ANYTHING ELSE

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[[will she know what to do with a crush? probably not. therein lies hilarity]]

[ either the object of affection or the one doting hard, he's easy ]

[Yeah, this is not at all awkward. There's no script, no manual, no SOPs for dealing with a crush. It's just... awkward.]

[Potential hilarity of Steve dealing with saving a young mutant psychic of the dream walking variety and said 18/20 year old ending up with a major crush on him?]

[ ooc: that sounds good to me! you want to start us off? ]

Aran stood there staring at the back of the man who had just saved him, amazed. He'd been held captive by the Russian Mafia, kidnapped for the strength of his mental ability. A mutant with mental powers, a dream walker who could manipulate dreams. But what made him enter their scope is he had no distance limitations, and could incite nightmares. A friend boasting and overheard by the wrong people had sealed his fate. They'd made him do terrible things to people, and he'd managed to get past their ever watchful telepath to reach out to someone, anyone. He'd found Steve Rogers.

And now he stood with his back to the wall watching the last of the men holding him go down. HE was tall, fit, gorgeous and... so damn heroic. And that suit fit him like a glove. It was one thing to see him on TV and in the papers, it was a complete other thing to see him up close and personal.

He worried his bottom lip as he looked around at the room looking so very destroyed. He then ventured from where he stood slowly. "Thank you. Thank you so much, sir," he said, so relieved. He was free again, though that wouldn't erase the things they had made him do.

[crushing hard and awkwardly and embarrassingly]

[OC male fine? Human or psychic, can be the one with a crush or vice versa.]

((ooc: Yes, I'm totally fine with OCs! Wow, it would be interesting how someone so pretty and graceful would have a crush on clumsy, nerdy Stiles. He can be psychic, it would fit Beacon Hills I guess? Any prompt that you want to play out?))

[lol. Yesssss. And bonus confusion for Stiles if Aran's been hanging out guiltily in his dreams... I'm up for any of hte prompts. Does oen sound goof to you, or should we random it?]

((ooc: Yes, omg, he would be indeed so damn confused. 1 sounds great actually, it would fit them. Want to start, or shall I?))

Being the new guy at school was never exactly fun, especially when it was your senior year at school. Especially when said senior year was already halfway done. He was lucky that he was a good student in advanced placement with high test scores. And that with one parent in the military moving them around constantly, he was use to random uprooting. This time, though, wasn't for his father. He thought after his dad died in Afghanistan that would be it, they would settle. But both he and his mother felt the pull and answered its call, arriving in Beacon Hills. His mother said this was the last time, for this was home. Her home, where she'd grown up. A psychic, just as Aran was. Dream Walkers.

From the moment he'd seen Stiles Stilinski he'd been unnaturally drawn to him. But the soft spoken American-Irish teen kept to himself even as the popular kids seemed to flock to his 'beauty', as was typical. Surrounded by new false friends as he watched Stiles and his friends. And at night he secretly entered Stiles' dreams. He learned a great deal about the boy there, and eventually he began to interact with Stiles in the safety of dreams.

Then, as fate would have it, he turned from his locker with his ear buds in and walked right into Stiles, sending himself stumbling back against the locker. He yanked out the earbuds as he blushed hotly. "I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention. Are you alright?"

Stiles didn't really pay attention to the newcomer. Even if he would scan through the files of every newly transferred student, but only for a peace of his mind. It didn't really interest him, but it was good to know what kind of kid they would welcome in their small school community. No, it was just he liked to check files he was forbidden to.

Though if he didn't know there was a new guy transferring, he would still realize it the moment he would see him on the school grounds. The guy was gorgeous. Even for Stiles who was used to werewolf beauty. But of course, since he was beautiful and smart, he was popular and no one Stiles could even look at. So he was trying to keep his distance, of course.

And when they bumped into each other in the corridor, Stiles just wanted to continue his merry way. Until the guy was talking. To him.

"Uuuh..." Stiles blinked, stumbling a little as the crowd pushed him again, which was also the way he bumped into Aran, literally. Stiles was also weirded out by the fact that he kept seeing the guy in his dreams... even talk to him a little. So he was actually taken aback, as the new kid was speaking to him, because he sounded exactly like in his dreams. "I'm alright, fine, perfect, but you, you look a little... uh, sick there." Stiles frowns holding up his hand and motioning over Aran's face.

Being someone seen as being so beautiful just because of how he looked on the outside it drove Aran toward a different outlook, so tired of the false exteriors of those around him. Instead he looked for what was inside, and that was how Stiles caught his attention. Because he wasn't just cute in that geeky, awkward way. It was who he was inside that drew him in. And those talks in dreams, learning about him as he had all lead to this crush he had.

He felt his stomach flip a bit when the crowd brought Stiles close after their run-in. Then Stiles spoke and motioend to his face, after a confusing moment Aran realized what he'd meant and a burst of laughter came about from behind his hand, raised up to hide it as he was want to do. As he had done many times in the dreamscape when talking to Stiles.

"No, I'm not sick." He said, feeling his face cool off a bit, though a bit of pink still lingered on his cheeks. His hand came down to show he still smiled. "I am really sorry. I should know better than to listen to music in the hallway." Music which had been mentioned before, how he had an embarrassing love for 90's pop. "You're Stiles, right?" He then offered his hand. "I'm Aran. I just transferred in a couple weeks ago." He said, acting like they hadn't been talking often i dreams. As if Stiles didn't already know more about him than anyone else in this town, save his mom. And even some things she didn't know. Or that Aran wasn't already very aware of quite a bit with Stiles. But he was sure with how smart Stiles was... he'd figure it out eventually. But for now... he just couldn't bring himself to admit to his ability.

Alright, Stiles didn't mean to stare. But Aran was acting the same way he'd seen him in his dreams. Which was strange, because Stiles didn't notice himself staring at Aran that much...! This whole exchange was like a scene from his dreams and it was putting him off.

And as Aran mentioned music, Stiles somehow immediately thought of old pop songs...

"Oh. Hey, it's not that it's just it's a damn zoo out here, trampling everyone weak." he snorted, looking around them. More like glaring at people who had passed them.

Stiles then just stared at his hand. He had a kind of deja vu, but he knew the first time he shook hands with Aran was in dreams. Damn, he was dreaming a lot about this guy. Stiles shook the offered hand, noting how his palm was sweaty.

"Uh, how do you...?" Stiles asked, wondering how Aran knows his name. "Yeah, hi, uh, Aran. I know- I mean, that you're new, everyone knows. I mean, we don't get many transfer students here. Not many like you. I mean." Stiles closed his eyes for a moment. His mind kept thinking he knows this guy, but he doesn't. Right?

Aran could see the confusion in Stiles' face, and he worried that he might figure it out here, in the middle of the school, and that the reaction might not be good. But he could just be worrying too much, though his mother had warned him time and time again. When it came to mental abilities that affected the minds of others... people got weird about it. Especially an ability as strong as his was.

And really, he couldn't resist that now he was talking to Stiles, prolonging it. "Well then, would you walk with me to the bus? Keep me from getting trampled underfoot?" He asked with a coy little smile appearing on his lips. That may very well get him time at least to the bus to talk with him. Talk in person.

"How do I know you? Well, I asked. The jocks and preps here may not be all that bright, but they gossip like crazy and know everyone's name. They have a very hive brain mentality at times, its rather scary," he said, amusement showing clearly as he teased. "Can I ask what you mean about 'like me'? I'm nothing all that special."

Stiles blinked and opened his mouth, then closed it. He looked around as if he would expect a monster just jump out and catch him. Because it was such a strange thing, that someone like Aran would ask him to walk with him. It was years ago since Stiles could be fooled by popular kids and that was only one time too.

"I guess I can do that. So they can trample my body first. And then yours." he muttered still in a bit of confusion, setting his backpack.

"You... asked about me?" Stiles frowned again. And then he remembered Aran from his dreams calling by his name too and Stiles asked him the same question. And got the same answer. He was getting a strange kind of excitement in his stomach. Though he chuckled a little, shaking his head as they started walking together. "Dude... you know how I mean. Your looks, your... everything, right?" he motions all over Aran again. "You look like you're out of a fairy tale or a celebrity in hiding. In fact, I heard that people are also betting on if you're a prince of some kind. So you're popular, you're cool. And while I'm damn cool myself too, somehow it's not really catching on in this school."

"I don't think you're giving yourself enough credit. I'm fairly certain you wont get trampled. I mean earlier, if anything you would have trampled me. I did walk right into you," he pointed out as he gave stiles another smile. He adjusted his messenger bag as they walked, not really paying much mind to the people around them as one was want to do when they spoke with a crush, with their focus being practically devoted on the object of said crush. Missing the waves in his direction.

"Yeah, of course." He then bit his bottom lip a moment. "I overheard you and your friends talking. You were telling a story, or joke, I'm not sure and it was funny." He gave a little shrug of his shoulders. "I wanted to know who you were, I just... didn't know how to approach you once I found out. Luckily it seems all it took was a little run-in." And again part of that would be familiar to Stiles, the part of overhearing him and thinking him funny. And he did, and in those dreams he's smiled and laughed quite often because of Stiles' quirky sense of humor.

Then he was left blushing again, though not as severely. "That's... so embarrassing." He brought up a hand, covering the half of his face Stiles could see a moment before peaking out and then lowering the hand again. "Well I'll just tell you a secret. I'm none of those. I'm the child of a Marine and a Housekeeper. We traveled a lot, but after dad died... mom wanted to come back to her hometown. So we're here. Samantha Franco. My uncle is here still, and my grandparents. Didn't really get to see them growing up much. And if my mom's right, she knew your parents growing up. And, well, a lot of peoples parents. So I'm just painfully not special at all."

Stiles noted how Aran seem to completely focus on him, ignoring others and it made him feel... nervous. Nervous and kind of good. Who wouldn't feel good when he gets this kind of attention?

And again, that deja vu feeling got him as Aran was talking. So Stiles narrowed his eyes looking at him, eying him.

"Thanks..." he stuttered, vaguely wondering that he was much cooler in the dream he had. He wasn't this confused at least, he was confident and relaxed. "Humour is a defense mechanism, you know, but it also makes people smile or maybe laugh aaand that's pretty cool. Especially when they're prettier that way."

"Hey, that's what you expect from a school in a small town I guess." Stiles actually chuckled at Aran's embarrassment. He's about to say that he knew about Aran's parents, but no words come out as Aran states that his mother knew his."Wow... so you're kind of a long lost friend, huh? That's still special." Stiles mutters, thinking about that Aran's mother had known his parents. His mother. Someone from the past, from a different time who could maybe talk about his mother. Maybe one day.

He was getting that look and Aran felt that no matter how much he wanted this to continue... he was also afraid suddenly. Afraid to his this interaction end badly. If later Stiles would freak out on him for having trespassed in his dreams... he wanted at least one actual moment where he could remember that the boy he had developed a crush on didn't hate him or think of him as a freak.

Aran smiled in a way that lent to silent laughter at Stiles' words. So similar to what he'd said in dreams, and Aran liked that about him. "Well, I hope I look prettier for you. I would be very depressed if it turned out I was uglier when I smile, or laugh." He said as they exited the school, getting to a point where students separated, some to the buses, other to cars.

"Yeah, I guess we are, kind of," he said as he paused, lingering there with Stiles a moment. "Well, if I'm only special to you, that's not so bad. I'll take that." HE then looked toward the busses and sighed a bit. "I... better get going for the long trek home." He then looked back to Stiles and smiled more widely. "I'll see you Monday, when I hope you will please save me from listening to another round of reports of the parties jocks subject themselves to."

Stiles was so used to people not really taking his compliments seriously, or not hearing them at all, that he stumbled a little as Aran replied. If the guy didn't have his attention before, now he definitely did. Because did he just flirt with him? Just like in his dreams...

"Uh, I... guess this time I can bump into you." Stiles smiled a little, motioning with his hand. "Or I can start telling them about my parties, alone, in my room..." he laughed a little though he cleared his throat when he realized that it sounded way better in his head. Alright he officially can't flirt.

"Okay, then..." Stiles looked over the buses too, fidgeting with the straps of his bag. "Actually... I could give you a ride home. If you want."

Aran gave a surprised laughed and ducked his head, looking to the side a bit. His cheeks seeming to have an ever present blush to them. When Stiles went on about that it brought certain kind of images to his mind about what stiles could be doing alone in his room.

"You might want to stick to bumping into me. Those people... they can be cruel... I wouldn't want them to say anything mean to you." Reaching up he tucked some of his hair behind his ear and glanced back at the other boy again. "Especially not at my expense."

Then he was offered a rise home and his eyes shot down a moment and he worried his lip nervously. Fidgeting slightly. "Are you sure? I wouldn't want to be a bother. You must have things you want to do. I mean, its Friday, you and your friends must be doing something. I don't want to get in the way."

"Hey, I'm actually used to all their filth." Stiles waved. "No need to worry, and I- I know you wouldn't be laughing with them." he added, before he could stop himself.

"Well, yeah me and my friends have some geekery to attend to, but I still have time before that. I can give you a lift. You're not a bother." Stiles cleared his throat again, eying Aran. Actually he wanted to figure out why was it so strange to talk to him. Maybe spending just a bit more time would help him find out. "Actually I feel like I've been talking to you for a while now. And I'm not saying that to be creepy, okay? It's just-- something I noticed, alright, sorry if I'm being creepy. At least you can still escape..." he rambled.

That won Stiles a sweet smile touched with affection. He said it wish such assurance that it touched him, and his worrying couldn't touch it. It was his crush, the guy he liked, and that was... nice. Very nice to hear.

Ah yes, he'd known there would be time later. There always was. He was a little envious of Stiles and his friends. That he had such great friends. Merely for the wish that he would have ever been able to develop such friendship of his own. Moving around hadn't allowed that, which was why he allowed preps and jocks to flock over him while keeping them at a distance. They kept him protected for the short amount of time he was around.

"Alright..." he said at first, then Stiles went on. A guilty look came over Aran and he looked down, head lowering. He chewed on his lower lip and fidgeted with the strap of his messenger bag. "I know you're not..." He then got an idea. "Will you... take me home and I'll show you something and... explain. Just. keep an open mind?" He then peaked up at Stiles, worried, but knowing he had to take control of it now rather than just letting Stiles find out on his own. the best way would be to take Stiles to his room. The scene all their dream conversations had taken place in.

Stiles definitely wasn't used to this reactions for his words. It was strange, but nice. Definitely on the nice side.

"Uuuh..." Stiles opened his lips, but only just a unintelligent sound escapes from him. "Y-yes, uh, if that's... okay?" he frowned, eying Aran a little wary. He had an open mind, but he was also a big survival fan in the world of werewolves. So even if this guy was pretty and nice and smart and someone Stiles was dreaming about... he still had to think wary.

"I mean, if you want me in your room, yeah, completely fine. Totally." Stiles rambled again, jumping a little. He was excited, nervous and... well, mostly excited. "And my mind is open, so open, you don't even know..." he added, just in case. "This- this way, the jeep- the jeep is this way."

And it was awkward now. Aran got worried and tried to take slow, calming breaths as he walked with Stiles toward his car. A blue jeep that looked old, and beat up, but loved. At least it didn't seem bad yet. Well, at least Stiles seemed excited. Learning something new, no doubt.

But he was nervous now, and he became quiet and even more soft spoken than normal as he slid into the jeep and buckled up. "Thank you, he said as he settled his bag in his lap. Mind whirling with possible scenarios of how this could go. He yet again began to worry his lip as he glanced outside. Praying this would go well. He wanted it to go well. Even if a guy like Stiles wouldn't go for him and would just end up with some cute teen girl, they could at least be friends. Right?

At least Stiles was familiar with awkward. He knew awkward for a very long time. So he could spot it when he saw it.

He got into his car, throwing his backpack in the seat behind him all too familiar.

"Don't mention it. Thank me when we actually get to your place, I mean... it is possible we won't make it." he grins a little too wide for the situation. His stomach is in knots, but he offered the ride and he will pull through. Stiles wasn't sure about the 'going up to Aran's room' part yet, but he figured he will just roll with it. As he always did.

"Okay... so, just... tell me which way to go." Stiles started, swallowing as he drove the car out of the parking lot.

That got a little smile out of Aran. He took in a deep breath and let it out. This would be fine. Everything would be fine. Life would not end. This was just one boy. It would go well, or it wouldn't. The world will not end because of on failed crush.

"Ah, right," he said, chuckling nervously. He then told Stiles where he lived. A few blocks away from where Stiles and his dad did. Living with his uncle, a confirmed bachelor apparently. Not his grandparents, who still liked to ignore the fact their grandson was gay. As Stiles drove he snuck a couple glances his way, the conversation... poor and stilted and just plain awkward.

Soon they were pulling up to a two-story gable house, gray siding. "This is it," he said. He then smiled at Stiles and slid out, waiting for him and leading the way into the house. Shoes off by the door, and on up through a house that had the definite feel of no one being home right then. Up to a room at the back. Opening it the walls were painted a dark plum purple, with mirrors and pictures frames around in gold, silver and black around. Holding the drawings he himself had one. And the mirrors even held painted designs on them. Fantastical dreamscapes he'd visited over the years. The bed was draped in a multi-colored quilt of rich, vibrant jewel tones. It wasn't an overtly girlish room, but neither was it overtly male. He dropped off his back at his desk and stood on the black shag throw rug, looking to Stiles to see his reaction. He'd find it very familiar. In fact there had been many times they'd sat on the rug Aran now stood on talking.

"So... this is my room... Confused yet?"

As they got out of the car Stiles got a strange feeling. It wasn't actually deja vu, it was as if he was trying to remember something, but can't. He followed Aran inside, too busy checking the house and getting information meanwhile. Where the house was, how many people was living there, how was it looking inside and out...

And then they reached Aran's room and Stiles' jaw dropped. He carried his gaze around the overly familiar walls, the pictures... He remembered the mirrors and the rug. Stiles definitely knew this room. His lips are still apart as he narrows his eyes at Aran.

"I uh... you could say that." Stiles started, holding up his hand as if he would say something more. But he can't for a while. "What is...?" he trying, looking around then staring at Aran again. "How...? I... haven't been here before, but I have." he tried to explain it to himself too. Though it feels confusing and a bit scary too.

Aran took a deep breath in. It was now or never. The moment of truth. And he would get to tell it, Stiles wouldn't find out on his own. That was better, right? It should count for something. Or so he hoped. Oh how he hoped.

"Just... don't freak out." He reached up and ran a hand through his hair and fidgeted a bit. "My mom and I, we're... psychics. Well, specifically Dream Walkers. I can enter other peoples dreams while I'm asleep or meditating. And I can change them a bit. Like... Like talking to you here in my room, which you haven't seen until now. And... I'm really sorry, I just... I didn't know how to talk to you, it was easier in dreams. I'm... Its pathetic, but I don't make friends. Not real friends. I just sit there and smile and look pretty and wait until eventually we'r moving again. No one really wants to talk to me or get to know me, but this time I'm not moving. And this time I... I really wanted to know you. And it was stupid and invasive and I just.. I really don't want you to freak out."

As he spoke his nerves showed. He was genuinely afraid of having done something wrong, and he wasn't lying. HE didn't make friends well. He had his face hidden in his hands to try and stave off seeing any look of horror or anger on Stiles' face.

"I'm not freaking out, what are you saying, I'm totally calm and collected, despite the fact that I find myself in some kind of weird mojo--" Stiles rambled, but then listened to Aran. His heart was beating fast and his mind was working to make out what the other was saying.

"Psychics--" Stiles frowned, shaking his head as if he was processing the information. Dream Walkers, what? His face was really twisted in confusion, in a slight horror yes, but definitely not anger. "So- so all those talks and all that-- that was real, I mean, you did that? In my dreams- it was you? It was really you?"

A psychic was entering his dreams to talk to him, because... he probably liked him, Stiles summed in himself. Though he was still in quite a shock over it.

"We uh... we had... a few good talks..." he swallowed, still trying to get himself together.

Weird mojo... That was a way to put it, certainly. But one that made Aran wince. His hands slowly came down and after a moment he looked up to see Stiles' face. He saw the struggle to understand and... was that horror? Aran licked his lips and his arms crossed over himself around his waist in a kind of defensive gesture. Head hanging a bit low. Thought thinking the worst.

"Yeah... they were real. It was me. I'm sorry." Stiles was trying and it touched him as well as hurt a little, as he was already resigning himself to failing. "I wont do it again. You... you can leave and I wont talk to you either. We can just pretend this whole mess didn't happen and I swear I will never invade your privacy again."