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jokingmisfit · 2 years
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Chuck 2.0
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Chuck Shurley x Reader
Prompt- “Can I come in? I’m worried.”
Based on the theory that Chuck was just a prophet who became God!Chucks vessel. Basically, the reader was Chuck's friend and noticed he wasn’t answering calls and acting differently so they went to check on him.
It wasn't uncommon for Chuck to ignore calls or miss plans, but this felt different. He was always nervous and apologetic when he got to caught up in writing and ended up missing things. Recently, however, he hasn't even called back and sent texts saying "leave me alone im busy."
That's how I found myself here. I couldn't put aside the gut feeling something was wrong. Chuck has always been an introvert, yet something feels wrong. I just need to make sure he's okay.
I press down the rim off my shirt, and I press the doorbell, holding it longer than needed. Of course I'm nervous. I don't know what's going on with him. This sudden change is alarming.
I can hear him shuffling around. He, finally, opens the door. He looks at me annoyed then confused. I ring my hands together.
“Can I come in? I’m worried.”
He furrows his brows and and frowns.
"Why?"
I stare back. I sigh, "Just, please let me in."
"No." He said while narrowing his eyes.
"Chuck, please... I care about you and you're shutting me out... More than you ever have. I care about you too much to just let you walk out of my life. I don't understand what's going on with you but I'm here for you and if I did something please tell me and I'll fix it."
Standing here with him only makes me feel worse. It's like he's someone completely different. It's terrifying. I just want my friend back.
His face softens a bit, but it barely looks genuine. "Alright, come in."
He moves from the doorway, and I start walking in. As he closes the door I look around.
Everything is a lot cleaner than how Chuck normally keeps it. "You cleaned up... A lot." I let out a nervous laugh.
He looks around. "I got annoyed with the clutter." There's an air of tension surrounding him.
"Have you been sleeping?" I ask, "I know sometimes when you don't sleep you get restless and irritated."
"I've been sleeping fine, thank you." He didn't seem interested or genuine.
This is starting to piss me off. "So are you going to tell me what's going on or are you going to continue acting like... like whatever the hell this act is. You're freaking me out."
I draw my arms close and hug myself. Chuck and I never drifted apart or argued. We got along well because we understood each other. It's why we were best friends.
"Chuck, please, what's going on?" I can feel my eyes sting. I can feel my throat tighten.
Chuck walks closer. He grabs my hand and pulls me into a hug. I can't help but notice he melts into it quicker than I could.
"I'm writing Lucifer's, Michael's, Sam's, and Dean's final fight." He whispers. "It's stressful knowing that everything I write is really happening."
I pull away and cup his face. "I'm so sorry Chuck... I can't imagine what that's like. I guess I didn't really consider what you were going through. I'm so used to the normal things it slipped my mind all the unnatural things you go through."
He lends me a smile, it actually looks genuine this time. "I'll be okay. We're going to be ok."
"Good, because we have missed so many movie nights" I say, sighing out a laugh and Chuck huffs one out as well.
And when I saw the slight glimpse in his eyes I decided to ignore it for ignorant bliss.
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archangelsammy · 1 year
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sam & chuck / spn 8.23 sacrifice / stephen guirgis, the last days of judas iscariot / spn 14.20 moriah
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fandom-is-my-game · 7 months
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Just Imagine...
Author's Note: Hello, beans!!! Introducing my female OC!! I will slowly be reposting some of my favorite/most pivotal imagines coded with my OC.
Amael stands in silence.
Aching for acceptance in the raging storm.
Amael's father (...Papa?...) stands stoic yet impatient. Hands held behind his back. Face looks calm and angry and tired, slightly softening during his first look at his daughter in eons.
“Chuck,” she says crisply. An annoyed look flicks over his face. “Ah,” Amael continues narrowly, “I see. You think I test you. But, how can I call you father--that which you have never been?”
“Why would I be a father to someone who has never been a daughter?” he spits viciously, yet his face miraculously remains unchanged. “You never wanted to be mine, Amael. Always wanted to take your loyalty elsewhere.”
“Loyal?! You think I did not also want you just to accept,” she pauses as she looks beyond the vortex at her husband, “to accept me.” Amael heaves a tense and frustrated breath. “It has always been about who will follow you blindly. And when I chose your favorite son over you--through all of his faults and disappointments--you betrayed me.”
Chuck is giving her a very sharp stare.
“Then he saw how much I loved your precious humans.” Amael's mind wanders to the past; gives a shake of her head. “He abandoned me. He is so very much like you.”
A flash of ugly, loathsome anger on Chuck's features.
“Amael, you could never imagine why I made you. In fact, I did not know myself until you were gone. I ached and emptied like rolling waves without any water.” He starts to move towards her, her fists clenched tightly.
“I wanted something that was free, something to make selfless decisions that I never could, something that...” Here Chuck breaks off to calm his steadily rising voice. “I wanted someone who could give me perspective.”
Amael is now staring at him with a mix of confusion and anger. Her father's words seem to drift over her, not quite computing quick enough.
“So, I made a daughter,” Chuck continues. “I took my newest and most bushy-tailed creation--”
“And you tore...us...in half,” she finishes breathlessly.
There is a deliberate, cold stillness. Wind continues to cycle though there is no sound. Power emanates, defying physics.
Chuck smirks. Shakes his finger with impatience.
"You are what I make you," Chuck states plainly. He seems to be looking through her to past memories.
At this, Amael begins to lose interest in whatever anger she held. Quickly that melts to pity bordering on disgust.
"Tell yourself whatever lies you must," she retorts, "in order to write your stories. But eons have passed since any of us have been, let alone looked, as what you created."
Chuck inhales with a hiss, face contorts in annoyance. He puts a firm and commanding hand in the air.
"Just...stop. Enough of your insolent--"
"Why must you never listen?" she cuts in. "We are not playthings. I am not a device that you--"
"Amael, ENOUGH!!"
Suddenly she feels a harsh power coming from (...what..is..) somewhere near her. All around. No, from (...this?....) her. All the wounds healed. All the resentment funneling into a serene sense of focus. Amael gives him a steeling look.
"Ironic," she says smugly, "is that fear I see growing on your graying face?"
Chuck's composure disappears. Squirms like a mouse in the mouth of a dragon.
"You don't understand. Your power..." Chuck was speaking so quietly yet he words were clear. As he trails off, she smirks.
"You want it? You can have it. Nothing but a curse, these (..gifts?..) powers."
"They were never meant to be," Chuck says with sadness.
Though Amael does not want to believe he may be telling the truth, there is an old memory sparking. Looking at him more openly, with genuine interest she asks, "Why did you make us?"
"Why Casael?"
"All of it. Why us? Out of all of the lesser angels?"
Chuck smirks in his reminiscence.
"You are older than you realize. The archangels; they were all so celestial. So uptight and envied my benevolence. I wanted something humble and creative and selfless."
"You wanted something you could not control."
Amael had never been so confused and in awe, yet there seems to be more to his explanation.
Looking down almost bashfully, Chuck sighs, "Yes, I made Caseal. Your brothers thought I was mad...well, more so than normal. Your creation reverberated throughout the heavens. Turning all I had created into nothing and everything simultaneously. Eons of this chaos. I had no idea what to do. Taking all of my power just to counteract what was happening."
He laughs as if the memory awakens a fondness, but also nerves.
"All the other universes," he finishes, "have versions of this being but never had I tried to split it."
"You talk as though you enjoy the chaos and the challenge. You threw Lucifer out because he wanted chaos. You locked me out because I followed."
"NO!" Chuck is angry, impatient. "Amael, listen! He followed you. I believe you forced yourself to forget. You need to see it."
The storm stills and there is nothing, just white. Faded figures, but becoming more solid.
"You need to see..." Chuck's voice fades. The silence giving way to a muffled shout. Chuck's shout. Four figures, (no...five) one more kneeling.
(Luci)
But here is the beginning of the truth. Amael kneels beside the archangel, surrounded by others.
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sentientsky · 5 months
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breaking news: local divorced not-man is having a terrible fucking time
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strawlessandbraless · 4 months
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Something about how Dean never had any faith in god because he put it all in Cas
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i think a lot about that one scene in botl where nico summons theseus and percy's surprised that he doesn't look all buff and strong - that he looks just like them, and not even older in age. he expects theseus to be prepared, to look experienced, but instead he gets someone who's a frightening image of the average demigod, and it's scary. it's a reminder of how things, no matter how shrouded in legend, haven't really changed. it's the same formula, the same pawns, and the same game.
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sad-endings-suck · 1 year
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There is a certain type of ship dynamic that simply cannot be created or replicated artificially and it’s called “this couple was never meant to be a canon ship but their chemistry is just so incredible we had to do it anyway” and I love it more than anything.
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fuckspn · 5 months
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remember in faith when dean was literally dying and john couldn't be bothered to pick up the phone. your son who has worshiped you as a god his whole life is on his deathbed praying to hear from you one last time and you're letting him go to voicemail
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lady-harrowhark · 1 year
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do you suppose john asked kiriona if she and ianthe were being safe too? or is that concern reserved for harrow?
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realreadysetrose · 1 month
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Genuinely terrified to take photos with Lil Cal he freaks me out so much
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mcdennis · 1 month
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no because "cat want real life" and "cat want real friends" is so fucking devistating oh my god charlie just wants to be loved
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werepires · 1 year
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Anyway Jack should’ve called Dean dad in the graveyard scene I think that would have broken him
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vampzmeel · 1 month
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i have something incestious to say.
like sam and dean r standing so close together.
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spectra-bear · 11 months
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IF YOU INSIST!!!!!!
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sentientsky · 6 months
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good omens fanartists, i love u most ardently. good omens fic writers, i would commit arson for you. good omens shitposters, i cherish and adore u. good omens angst meta-analyzers,,,my therapist knows your names
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dontpercievemeplease · 3 months
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MY FRIEND CROCHETED ME A DARRELL!!!!
I love him so much I-
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