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Badasses don't get crushes

THE UNEXPECTED CRUSH MEME
aka the badasses and gruff dudes get crushes meme

aka the general crush meme

You're badass like a Winchester. Logical like a Vulcan. High strung like a shonen hero. High class like a Tolkien elf. Charming like Flynn Rider. Surly like a Homestuck troll or prince of all Saiyans. Crafty like Loki or Jack Frost. Or maybe, just maybe, you're tsundere as all hell. Whatever the case may be, you're too cool for and way above crushes. Except for the giant, schoolgirl crush they're nursing right now.

The crush could be could be someone like you, all badass or, or maybe those sweetie cuties you think are the only ones to get crushes. Now wouldn't that be funny? A grouchy bounty hunter over the moon with a borderline-disney princess? Perhaps not that stark of a contrast...unless you'd like to. You could always go for the more mild-mannered but still polite and friendly anchor for your hot-headed warrior or cruel maniac.

Two nice cutiepies getting together, or maybe a secretly nice guy or gal crushing on someone who'd bring that out in them? Perhaps an awkward introvert longing after a perky extrovert or two assholes just being blushy jerks all over the place! Really, though, I just wanted a silly crush meme. sometimes you just want these things, including lots of fluff and potential adorability, bizarreness, fun, and denials.

- Comment with your character and preferences. Feel free to include what you're looking for in particular OR a little bit about your character.
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prompts

encouragement - You can't help crushing on this person because they boost your self-worth and make you feel like you're actually a decent person!!!

first date - It's a date! Or not. Maybe you're just at the skating rink, the intergalactic space station, or the five an dine at the same time.

badass with a crush - You're badass but you kind of want to just dote on that special person.

holding hands - Such a simple act that can make your heart pound.

acting like dorks and avoiding the questions - What it says on the tin.

impress - Hey, hey. Look at me, I'm awesome!

kiss - Happy kisses, cheek kisses, angry kisses, SHUTTING YOU UP kisses.

picnics - Get close to that special person while getting some good food.

hugs - You're so nice and soft.

denial - Feelings? No way. Let me repress those bad boys.

mean - Pull their pigtails because you like them.

unusually kind - You can't help but be really nice to the one you care for.

presents - Here, I brought you this necklace. Or - Here, I brought you the head of our enemies.

don't know how to act - I like this person?! WHAT DO I DO WHAT DO I DO OH GOD.

defending - Verbally or physically, you're standing up for your crush.

telling them - You're going to confess...if things don't keep going wrong.

oblivious - They don't know how you feel.

loving smut - The smut option, full of cuteness.

unrequited - Again, what it says on the tin.

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Edited 2014-03-22 03:03 (UTC)

[Super High-School Level/Ultimate Soldier here. Combat good, personal relationships bad.]

((Acting like a dork and avoidance? Completely. Or even oblivious. But most likely denial.))

[Ellen slides the empty beer bottles away and replaces them with a mug of strong coffee, just the way he likes it. She cradles her own in her hands and takes the seat opposite him.]

You've been working all night. No luck on whatever you're looking for?

[she sips her coffee. Ellen watches Bobby, worried about him. So worried she hadn't bothered to dress yet. She's still in a tanktop and jeans from the day before, her hair completely wild around her shoulders.]

[He's been buried in ancient tomes all night, old German, Welsch and Latin. Whatever the boys were hunting, it wasn't on the conventional radar.

Bobby grunts at the question, only looking up when Ellen pushes the coffee at him. She always knew what he needed before he had to ask.

And god help him, she'd been up all night with him and she still looks amazing.]

Nothin yet. Whatever they're after, it ain't a usual salt and burn.

[He's tired. She can practically smell it on him.]

Nothing in the Japanese?

[Ellen drags a book over toward her, sipping her coffee. This is the part she likes. She sits with Bobby, looking over books and reading about the things that go bump in the night. It's nice having the camaraderie, and it doesn't help that she's always liked Bobby. Always.]

Have we been through the Sanskrit yet?

[He's beyond tired. But with Ellen sharing some of the work? Suddenly it ain't so bad. He shakes his head and reaches for another book.]

It don't fit the profile of any Japanese ghosts. I'm thinking it might be native based, everything we've got so far doesn't line up.

Salt just pissed it off, but Dean said iron made it run.

[They both need sleep. It's been a long night. There's not many they'd do this for, but honestly, what else are they supposed to do when Dean and Sam call up for help? Ellen had been rolling through after her own successful hunt, looking for a bed for a few nights. Jo is down in Texas somewhere.

She leans back in the chair cradling the mug of coffee.]

What about Fae? There's a couple you appease with Salt, but they're afraid of cold iron.

[she yawns and forces herself up. BEFORE she drags him off to get some sleep.]

You hungry?

Fae. Hm. [He sips at the coffee with a thoughtful sound. Been staring him in the face for hours and it takes someone like Ellen to point it out. Bobby nods, dragging his hand across his eyes.] Could be. I'll have the boys check for local mounds, see if there's been any activity.

Yeah. Whatever you've got is good. [He starts closing up the books, getting ready to dial Dean's cell.] 'm easy.

I'll see what we have.

[She yawns and pushes herself to the kitchen. Maybe she shouldn't have stayed up with him, but that's what old friends do.

Food turns into ham steak and eggs with potatoes and coffee. Not fancy, but filling.]

Come eat. What did Dean say?

[It's also a damned sight better than what he would have thrown together. If he'd eaten at all before crashing out. Bobby offers her one of his rare smiles before dropping into a chair to dig in.] One of them local New Agers is gonna take him to the local mounds later on, see what he can find while Sam gets a line on some more iron.

Sounds like you nailed it, El. Fae infestation.

[She collapses in the seat across from him because she's just as tired. They'd both spent the night researching and now it's time, finally, to let the adrenaline go. Ellen's getting too damned old for this shit. Not that she'd tell anyone. Let them believe her invincible.]

Good. Eat and get some damned sleep. Boys can handle the rest of it.

[She wants sleep too, but that can wait until the place is cleaned up a bit - at least the dishes washed and the beer bottles tossed. She'd love to curl up and sleep - preferably with Bobby - but she just can't... impose? force his hand? Something.]

[A strong blow upside the head might be a decent enough way to force his hand? Bobby's loved her for years, but he's always been the support, the backup. There when she needed him, but pulling back when she didn't.

They're both wiped out and if she won't leave the dishes for a few hours, then by god he'll soldier on and help until the kitchen is how she liked it. Only then would he find the nearest horizontal surface and pass out on it.] They know their lore, shouldn't be too hard for them to finish up the job.

[Maybe he's too tired to stop himself, but Bobby reaches to gently catch her wrist as Ellen gathers up the dishes.] Leave the dishes, El. I can help you with 'em after we grab some damned shut eye.

[He's not the only one that needs one. She loves Bobby: for being there, when Bill died, for helping at times with Jo, for letting her get trashed in front of him and never holding anything she said against her. She loves him and trusts him and there aren't many people she can say that about these days.

The touch on her wrist sends goosebumps racing up her arm. She freezes, like a frightened deer in headlights. Ellen licks her bottom lip, because she isn't sure what her mouth is going to say. It takes her a second before she gives a nod.]

Alright, Bobby.

[Just what is she saying yes to?]

[That's what friends did right? They took care of one another and somewhere along the way Bobby just.. fell in love. But he was also too afraid of screwing it up, of saying something and having Ellen pull away forever.

And sweet Jesus on a tricycle what is he doing?

His hand slides from her wrist down to clasp her hand. Warm and dry and calloused, the hands of a hunter and he's pretty sure his heart is just going to explode out of his chest as hard as it's beating.]

Sleep first. Rest can wait.

[she swallows when his large hand envelops hers. She's always loved men with big hands. She's not tiny, never has been, but being able to see bits of herself disappear under them? That's her kink and she'll own to it.

Gently, she tries to tug Bobby so he's standing next to her.]

I'm willin'. Been a long night

[She remembers when they did them without a problem, and just kept on going. Been a long time since then. Longer than she's willing to admit.]

[When she tugs him closer, he doesn't fight it. Frankly, he's too stunned to resist or even question. His heart is hammering in his chest and with Ellen so close he can barely even, think straight.

Willing.

Did she..

Ohgod. What in the everloving hell is he doing?

Looking vaguely thunderstruck, Bobby leads the way to the crash room in the back of the Roadhouse. A comfortable bed, one big enough for two. Sleep. They can do that without things getting complicated, right? Bobby takes a breath and swings the door open, offering what he hopes isn't a nervous smile, despite feeling like a jumpy teenager all over again.] Can probably get in a few hours before anyone comes banging at the door for the night.

[Is she doing the right thing? Is she sure this is what she wants to do? Everything between them has always been as friends. She knows that. When she'd felt the first... something, after Bill's death, Ellen had dismissed it as a lonely new widow clinging to a man who was being kind to her.

But the feelings never, really, went away. She's not stupid enough to believe that both of them have been celibate over the years. But always, she'd come back to him. Usually under the pretense of needing help, but it'd always been him.

Her heart catches in her throat at the implications of a single bed, but she doesn't stop to let her brain take over. Instead, she puts up the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door. (The crash rooms are sacrosanct. No one bothers anyone behind a sign, because they could get shot.)

Her belt and boots end up in a heap on the opposite side of the room. Ellen yawns again and flops on the bed.]

C'mon ya old coot. Sleep.

[The teasing gets a familiar look as he loses his hat and toes off his boots.] I'm goin' woman. Hold your damn horses.

[It also gives him another moment to collect himself. They're really doing this. After so many years of 'just friends' and so many years of quiet wanting, they're taking another step forward. Not necessarily falling into bed for anything more than sleep, but God knows he'd been dreaming about this for years - to just be that close to Ellen.

He crawls in beside her, doing his damndest to get comfortable even though he's not sure where he should put his hands. But he does quirk a smile at her.] Pushy.

[Ellen tries to maintain space, but hell, that ain't comfortable and neither one of them will get any sleep at all. Sort of negates going to bed, doesn't it.... she's not going to follow the line of thinking. It'll just make her head ache.

She settles the problem of where they should put anything, by tucking her head onto his shoulder and draping an arm around his chest. She snorts at the pushy comment.]

If I wasn't, nothin' would ever get done.

[Like their sleeping positions.]

[And for just a moment, his entire world stops. Ellen is warm and soft tucked against his side and Bobby finally wraps his arm around her shoulder, keeping her close because damnit if this is a dream, he doesn't want to wake up. Ever.

He smiles down at her, using his free hand to smooth a few loose strands of hair from her eyes. Oh god he loves her so much.]

Pushy women make the world go around. You ain't gonna hear me argue.

[He's not that stupid.]

[Ellen relaxes into his side when he doesn't push her away. Stranger things have happened, and she knows they're just friends, but maybe, maybe that could change. She wants it to change.

She huffs out a soft laugh.]

You're not stupid, Bobby. You know how it goes. Now get some sleep. Folks hear us talkin', they'll come knockin'.

Damn straight I do. You'd kick my ass any day of the week and twice on Sunday. [He chuckles in reply, turning his head just so his lips are barely brushing her forehead. Closer than they've ever been and he could die a happy man right now.]

Anybody comes knocking I'm liable to start shooting.

[She chuckles, actually snuggling into his side. It's been too long since she's been with someone who she trusted enough to sleep with. Normally, she's happy to have a good time and then kick them out. She's learned her lessons over the years.]

Three times on Sunday.

[Ellen mumbles, making herself most comfortable against him.]

No shooting in my damned bar. You know the rules.

[Bobby shifts his other arm until he can get that around her too - pretty sure that this is as close to heaven as he's going to get before kicking the bucket. He's also grateful that they can still give one another hell while doing this. Keeps things from getting awkward.

It also keeps him from thinking about how damned much he'd like to kiss her. Coffee breath and all.]

Fine, then I'll let you do the shooting, woman.

[Parts of her are disappearing under Bobby's body and she knows he doesn't know what that does to her. Still, she presses closer and looks down. carefully, she tucks hair behind her ear so she can see his arm around her. It covers a good part of her and she likes that.

She lets out an unsteady sigh, because it is doing things to her. Not for the first time, she's glad she's a woman and can hide everything.]

Think they'd let me get as far as shooting? Damn pansies around here don't stand up to me. They know who slings the drinks.

[He doesn't notice the reaction because he's trying too hard to focus on the moment, to commit every detail to memory. The way she fits so perfectly against his side, the clean smell of her hair, warm breath on his shoulder where she's closest.

Perfect. So completely perfect.]

That's because you've gone and scared 'em all into knowing they'd get the crap knocked out of them. You rule by terror, woman.

[Her fingers twitch against his chest, wanting to play with his shirt, but not quite making it there.

she snorts softly.]

Say that like it's a bad thing. Like you haven't run hunters off your damned land with a shotgun full of buckshot more than once.

[Impulse has his hand covering hers on his chest. Something he can see. A touch that isn't casual, isn't jut friends. He just wants to hold her hand and have it be real for a little while.]

Hey, someone's gotta keep up the grumpy old cuss routine around here. And for the record, it's usually just rocksalt.

[She automatically curls her fingers into his. Because it's nice to hold hands and just lay here. It really is. Not that she'd say no to more, but she's not pressing it.]

And how many have you shot that you've said 'it's just rocksalt' to?

[She may have to press - likely with a baseball bat, frying pan or some other sort heavy instrument. Because what he has right now is more than he'd ever imagined and pressing for more, potentially ruining the moment? Call him a coward but the last thing he wants to do is screw this up.]

Only to the crybabies. Besides, rock salt stings a helluva lot more.

[Bobby tucks a bit of her hair back, mustering his courage.] El? [Because when she looks up - if she looks up - he's going to kiss her.

Only live once, right?]

[She never would. Not with Bobby. Most people, she doesn't mind going after what she wants, but he's Bobby and she values him too much to screw up their friendship, in case she's reading everything wrong.]

Hmm?

[She tilts her head back a bit so she can see his face.]

[He doesn't stop to think, doesn't stop to second guess. Just a brief moment to try and catch the memory before he leans in, just barely pressing his lips to hers. A gentle first kiss.

He kind of hopes it won't be the last. But if it is? It was worth it.]

[It surprises her. Of all the things that she's ever expected him to do kissing her isn't one of them. She'd thought... well, they're friends and she's been content with that, because what else can she do, right?

Except... Except... he's kissing her.

Her fingers gently scrape over his scruff and she cups his cheek ever so gently, her lips brushing his back. She blinks sleepy eyes to look at him and then tweaks his ear.]

How damned long you been holding back on me you old damned hound?

[She's kissing him back. Oh god she's kissing him back and it's better than he ever could have imagined.

Until..]

Ow! Hey!

[But he's making absolutely no move to let her go or give up an inch of closeness between them. In fact, he's going in for another kiss, just murmuring against her lips, a trace of smirk in his voice.] Maybe I though you'd go and shoot me in the ass with rocksalt, woman.

[She huffs out a breath against his lips.]

Still might. Got a reason I shouldn't?

[Now that they've got this established, Ellen has no problem challenging him.]

[Bobby smirks at her huff, tugging her in for another kiss and lingering over it this time.] Suppose I can think of a few things that won't involve me mangling the firing pin in the damned thing so you don't get the chance.

[His mustache tickles. She's never been a big fan, but she cannot imagine Bobby without one. He just wouldn't be him without it or the beard.

She stays with the kiss until she needs to breathe.]

Think you know where I hide all my guns? I ain't that stupid.

Guess I'll have to figure out better ways to go and occupy your time, woman. Or make sure I've got something so I can shoot back.

Gonna try and take up all my time, ya old coot?

[She scratches her fingers through his scuff gently.]

[Now that they've started this, there's no going back to the way things were. He wouldn't be able to. So Bobby sifted his hand through her hair with a fond smile.] Damn straight I am woman. In fact I may have locked the door and hidden the key for that reason.

[She pulls back, ignoring his fingers in her hair.]

You did not.

[She can't quite look at the door without scrambling over him. Which, she's going to try to.]

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