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Chuck Shurley: that beardy dude with the laptop. ([info]capriciousgod) wrote in [info]wariscoming,
@ 2010-12-21 00:12:00

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Entry tags:chuck shurley, jo harvelle-shurley

Who? The Shurleys!
What? Jo telling him The Seekrit
Where? The Roadhouse, apartment upstairs
When? Backdated to late Sunday night.
Rating? Nothing terrifying. Lots of angst and flailing, probably.

Scrolling through pages of black words on white, Chuck frowned slightly, chewing on the edge of his lip while he skimmed the text there, blue eyes behind thick black glasses focused and flicking back and forth, trying to catch the frayed ends of the story he’d once written and dismissed in favor of his Supernatural series, never knowing he’d turned down fiction for reality. Now, he knew better, and he was close to making his wish to have a writing career - outside of prophesy - again.

It looked like this unfinished story wasn’t going to go anywhere, now. Something about a boy who talked to trees, and he couldn’t remember why he’d started writing it in the first place. Probably he’d been drunk when he came up with the idea, and thought it would make for a nice break from the Winchesters and their insane levels of angst. Which, you know, it wasn’t hard to write something less angsty than something that had to do with the brothers, but whatever. This wasn’t going to be anything useful.

He closed the document and looked away from the screen for a moment, rolling his neck and taking his glasses off to scrub at his eyes with one hand. It was getting kinda late, and he figured Jo would be coming up to bed as soon as she’d delegated whatever else was left to do for the night to Ash. It was Sunday, not one of the busiest nights at the bar, what with normal sane people having work in the morning, so there was rarely a whole lot to do after a Sunday night. Or at least, not in comparison to a Friday or Saturday night.

The past two days, Jo had been acting kind of... off. Not, like, seriously off, or anything, he probably wouldn’t have noticed if he wasn’t around her so much most of the time. She was good at pretending to be fine. But he’d noticed. It wasn’t big things, she was just slightly quieter, a little more tense. He was a little worried, but he wasn’t going to push it - for all he knew, it was just that she didn’t feel well, or something. Which would suck, sure, but he didn’t want to bug her about it.

He set the laptop to shut down, pushing to his feet and moving to the rabbits’ cage, poking his fingers in and petting at the soft fur, pulling the cloth over the cage to keep them warmer. Then there was winding up cables and shoving them into the laptop case, carrying that and the computer into the bedroom to put it away (because, yeah, he used to leave it out all the time, but with rabbits around? He was not even gonna take a chance they could get out and destroy his power cords, seriously), closing the closet and turning to offer a smile when he heard Jo coming up the stairs.


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[info]harvelle
2010-12-22 12:16 am UTC (link)
A coward Jo Harvelle was not; however, she was nervous. Nervous and mildly terrified of telling Chuck the truth. She considered keeping the wish part away from him, and just telling him she was pregnant, but with her luck, Ruby would speak up about it. And she would be right to make Jo admit the truth, because this wasn't something she should keep from her husband. She'd taken a pregnancy test earlier in the evening to see if it was early enough to tell, and she'd learned that it was...and the test was positive. She didn't have any excuses anymore. So it was with a heavy heart that she stalled as long as she could in the bar, then finally went upstairs.

The first thing she saw on entering the bedroom was Chuck and his smile, which she somehow found irresistible. If she were honest with herself, she could admit that Chuck was the last person she had ever before thought she'd end up with - but over the months she'd known him, and the hard times they'd gone through, she had fallen in love with his heart, and with him. He was a good man, one of the best, she had learned, and it still amazed her sometimes that he was in love with her. His smile elicited an answering one, and she crossed the room to brush her lips across his.

"Hey, you." she smiled again, catching his hand and squeezing it lightly. A moment later, she let it go and moved past him to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Can we talk?"

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[info]capriciousgod
2010-12-25 04:18 am UTC (link)
“Hi,” lovestruck and quiet, his smile was even brighter when she was close. Sometimes Chuck got caught in the is this real? moments, too - probably more often than Jo did, head in the clouds anyway and he had to keep making sure he hadn’t just imagined all of this, making sure it wasn’t some kind of vivid, awesome dream (because sometimes he did have dreams that felt this real, but they were almost never even close to this good, because even with the apocalypse hanging over their heads, he was happy, and visions pretty much never made him happy). It wasn’t so unrealistic that he’d fallen for her, as far as he was concerned, but he wasn’t sure how he’d managed to win her over.

However he’d managed it, he was glad he had.

>"Can we talk?"

There must have been something about the word talk that males were naturally adverse to when it came out of a female’s mouth in that kind of context. Because Chuck had never personally been on the receiving end of a let’s talk that ended badly or dramatically, as far as relationships were concerned, so it wasn’t past experience setting his stomach knotting, and making the “Sure, what’s up?” that he asked in response come out kind of wobbly as he crossed the room to sit down on the edge of the bed beside her, angling himself so he was facing her and trying not to fidget, trying not to look as terrified uneasy as he felt.

"What's up?"

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