DESCRIPTION once another guy sets his eyes on you, chuck finds himself jealous.
CONTENT just fluff ꣑ jealous!chuck.
THOUGHTS my first chuck fic!! this was supposed to be out much earlier but something came up. i hope you guys like it.
𝒾. mlist 𝒾𝒾. previous fic 𝒾𝒾𝒾. prompts 𝒾𝓋. based on this ask
CHUCK BASS IS IMPORTANT. POISED. Full of unwavering self-confidence. He doesn't get jealous. He doesn't. He has no reason to. He's as confident in his relationship with you as he is in that he'll fulfill his father’s legacy one day. But this guy talking to you right now, thinking that he's entitled to you in any way... who the hell does he think he is?"
Chuck tried so hard not to let it bother him, trying to enjoy the party that you all attended, it’s thrown by a new elite person that has yet to show their face, he didn’t even want to come, he’d rather stay in bed, cuddle up next to you but you wanted to come because Blair and Serena was also going.
Chuck focuses his glare on the guy standing in front of you as he takes a sip out of the drink he’s been nursing for the past few minutes. His teeth grinding together as the guy stood so close to what was his, it’s not like you were entertaining him as you denied every one of his attempts but he isn’t letting up. “Are you there?” Nate questions as he notices he hasn’t been listening to anything he’s been saying for the past few minutes.
“You know I’m not. Don’t take it personal. Who is that guy?”
Nate rolls his eyes at his response before looking in the direction, Chuck is looking in. “Dude, that’s Jackson. This is his party, everyone’s talking about him, he’s gossip girl's new target.” Nate explains as Chuck sets his cup on the table beside them.
“Oh I see what’s happening, you’re jealous,” Nate snickers, couldn’t believe his eyes as he watches Chuck roll his eyes at him. “You know (name) only has eyes for you,” he adds.
While Nate speaks the truth, it only falls on deaf ears. While he knows you wouldn’t entertain someone else, it has been quite a long time since someone dared to try to flirt with you knowing damn well you belonged to him and him only. He’s the only one that gets to stand as close to you as the guy is to you now.
“How about I take you out this weekend, is 8 fine for you?”
You exhale, letting go of a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. You had already let this guy know that you’re not interested in him and he still wasn’t budging, kept trying to find ways for you to say yes to his offer; you try to be nice as this was his party, you didn’t want to be rude.
No one could hold a candle to Chuck as no one made you feel the way you feel with him, he treats you with respect, a trait this guy obviously lacks.
You look around, searching through the crowd for your boyfriend, the only person besides the girls you want to be close to so you can get away from this dude.
A smile tugs at the corner of your lips once you lock eyes with him, watching as he walks up to you with confidence written all over him, a sight that always has you head over heels with him. “Um… hello? Did you hear what I said?” Jackson questions, snapping his fingers in your face enough to make you annoyed.
“I’m sorry but she’s with me,” Chuck states, placing his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him, just being his hold; you immediately melt in his touch as shock takes over Jackson's face “Incase, you didn’t know but she’s happily taken.”
You lay your head against his shoulder as he lays a soft kiss on your forehead, another thing that made your heart flutter about him.
“Whatever, call me when you break things off with him,” Jackson says, walking away as you roll your eyes briefly before giving your full attention to Chuck who had an angry expression on his face.
“Don’t listen to him babe, I would never leave you.” You comment, rubbing his chest, looking up into his eyes. “I know.” He responds but a smirk spreads across your face, knowing by the look on his face having seen it many times before in the beginning of your relationship although he always claims he never gets jealous but you always saw right through it.
“Oh my god, you are jealous.” you make eye contact with him, not being able to hold in the laughter that’s spilling out your mouth. “Now why would I be jealous? I’m Chuck Bass and no one can ever replace me.” He says proudly and you laugh more, holding onto him tightly.
“Come on, let's get home, I will have more fun there than here,” you say calmly, leading him to the exit as he raises an eyebrow, happy that he can finally go home and have you to himself, thinking about the day he’d finally marry you, claiming you as his wife to the world.
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GN!Reader x Chuck (platonic but could be romantic)
Featuring: Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Lucifer, Gabriel, Balthazar, Michael
Summary: Being the best friend of God was a strange situation to be in, especially on family nights.
Warnings: fluff, allusion to the reader being bisexual but not stated explicitly, swearing.
Word Count: 1.5k
A/n: I watched season 11 and I actually really liked Chuck so I wrote these, I hope you enjoy! For more headcanons, fake texts, fics and drabbles check out my Masterlists!
｡⋆𖦹.❀ You'd sit together in the war room, feet on the table and passing containers of Chinese food back and forth while watching Netflix on Sam's laptop. You took Dean's first but there were just way too many…. things, on there. You were shocked that he didn't have any viruses at the point really. You'd sit there for hours watching all sorts of crap, occasionally Cas would pop in and you'd watch trashy reality TV with him.
｡⋆𖦹.❀ You've got matching mismatched socks. You were on a bacon, donuts and Chinese food run when you spotted the most hideous fluffy socks by the register. One pair was toxic green with purple and yellow squiggles and the other was red with blue, orange and pink polka dots. You bought them immediately. You wore them all the time, one of each pair for either of you. The second Dean walked through the door and saw the two of you, he stopped himself, reminded himself of who Chuck was and walked away without a single word. You and Chuck cackled.
｡⋆𖦹.❀ Everyone always wanted to know the big "why?"s. Why did he create the universe? Why did he cause disease and famine? Why did he flood everything? But you didn't. Not that much at least. You had a few questions at the beginning of course, but not as many and not nearly as annoying as most people. After you asked a couple of your big ones, you moved onto small ones. Why did he pick "Chuck"? If he could be literally anyone, why Chuck? What did he do as Chuck besides writing the Supernatural books? You asked him about his travels, what it was like exploring the world he created. That's why you were his favourite of his creations, you asked about him, not God.
｡⋆𖦹.❀ He loved talking about his time spent travelling. He told you about his favourite places, little hidden beaches in Monaco, the best bakery in Belgium, the most beautiful museum in France, surprisingly, not the Louvre. You spit out your beer when he talked about his relationships.
"What the CHUCK?! Yes, I am proud of that one. Sorry Chuck but, you, creator of the universe, of everything, God himself is bisexual?!"
"Yep"
"Fuck yeah! Oh, sorry"
"I don't mind"
"If I didn't already love you, I'd love you more now, that's fucking awesome"
"Thank you"
"If only Father O'Malley were here now. Sorry, didn't tell you about him. He was the local priest where I grew up. He was a very classic priest, y'know, "a man should lie with a woman" kinda priest"
"I know"
"Oh right, alknowing, that still kinda weirds me out"
"I know"
"Dude"
"Sorry, sometimes it's fun messing with people, you should've seen Dean's face last week"
"Oh God, what'd- oooh, gotta figure out a new phrase"
"Sam is working on some right now"
"Ah, did you do your "God telepathy" thing?"
"No….? I spoke to him"
"Right, of course, you can do that too"
"See this? That's the kind of messing with people thing I was talking about, I did that with Dean for three hours"
"Wow, you are a rathful God"
"Well that'll teach him for eating the last of my bacon"
"Can't you just… magic up some more?"
"It's the principal"
"Ah, got it"
｡⋆𖦹.❀ You love people watching together.Even though he's all knowing, he blocks out certain people sometimes. Like when you're sitting in the park and you just watch the people going past, you'll make up little stories for what you think they're doing, sometimes you even make up dialogue. There's two people you like to watch in particular, the dog walker and the businessman. They meet up in the park every day at noon. You think they're a part of some underground drug ring and Chuck thinks they're having an affair. His theory is certainly more boring but probably more realistic. But you don't care, this is the new Breaking Bad and you're living for it.
｡⋆𖦹.❀ You both find and come up with new recipes involving bacon all the time. Dean loves it. Sam's scared of how much Dean loves it. Lucifer has a knife again. Cas is over everyone's shit. Life is good.
｡⋆𖦹.❀ You're kind of like the fun aunt/uncle to Lucifer. You listen to him bitch about his dad, you give him advice that he doesn't listen to, you listen to way too loud and angsty music with him, you help him pull pranks, you fear the wrath of God and you repeat.
｡⋆𖦹.❀ You're like Chuck's handler when it comes to family nights. You insisted on having them. You gather Lucifer, Castiel, Gabriel, Balthazar and depending on his ever fluctuating mental state, Michael, all in a room. You tell Sam and Dean to either stay in their rooms or get the hell out of there because it could get dicey. Sam sits in his room and deletes the Real Housewives episodes that you and Cas downloaded. Dean potters around close enough that he can catch the drama but dodge the flying chairs.
Half of the time you give up on being a medeator and just sit in the corner with Michael, listening to him babble nonsense until it shockingly starts to make sense. Either he's getting better or you're getting worse, probably a bit of both. You're quite content there until Cas calls out your name and you come running. Often being met by Balthazar bleeding for some reason, Gabriel attacking Lucifer with some illusion and Lucifer attacking Chuck. You sigh, thank the one responsible angel and lead Chuck out of the room. You don't find out until the next day that good ol' reliable Cas, responsible Cas, the one decent angel Castiel, stabbed Balthazar which started the entire fight. And why? Because he said Dean looked stupid in a cowboy hat and not hot at all. So, Cas was well within reason.
｡⋆𖦹.❀ He changes the weather whenever you feel like it. If you guys are going out and is raining and miserable? Clear skies and LA sun in seconds. You want a cozy day curled up under blankets in the bunker? It's raining and windy. When he wants to bug you, or anyone for that matter, he'll just send down a random bolt of lightning to scare the shit out of you. He once got a little too close to Dean and he screamed like a little girl, apart from the week of death stares from him and Cas, that was a good day. If you're having a bad day he'll make it snow. He knows how much you love watching the snowflakes fall. He'll tell you to close your eyes and he'll put his hands over them anyways. He guides you out the bunker door and pulls his hands away in a dramatic motion.
"Voila!"
You look around slack jawed for a minute before you turn to Chuck. You wrap your arms around him and squeeze him in a tight hug.
"It's beautiful Chuck, thank you. I really needed this today"
"I'm glad you like it. Y'know snow is one of my favourite creations? Next to you of course"
"You're too sweet some days"
"Sweeter than those bacon donuts we made last Thursday?"
"Maaaaaaaybe, although Dean would beg to differ"
You both laughed and walked over to a little picnic table, sitting down and enjoying the snow, sticking your tongue out to catch snowflakes.
｡⋆𖦹.❀ You were his personal editor. He was a little cautious the first time he gave you some of his writing to go over, nervous that you wouldn't like it. But after you locked yourself in your room because he wouldn't stop peaking over your shoulder, you really liked it. A day later, you handed it back to him with a few notes in green pen because you both agreed that red was too judgemental. He took it back with a grin as he read through your feedback, taking it in and appreciating the amount of effort you put in, clearly reading it multiple times. After that, he gave you something every week and always loved receiving your feedback. Sometimes you'd go over it with him, occasionally writing a few paragraphs of your own here and there.
｡⋆𖦹.❀ Sunday services. Or as Dean called them, an excuse for not getting off your ass all day, which to be fair, was true. Every Sunday you and Chuck would claim the couch and someone's laptop, as long as it wasn't Dean's you didn't care who owned it, it was yours for the day. You found something to watch, whether it be cat videos or Jesus Christ Superstar, cause you had many questions. You curled up in your matching mismatched socks with a bag of popcorn and enjoyed the lazy day together.
｡⋆𖦹.❀ Being God's best friend certainly wasn't where you thought your life would end up, but you wouldn't trade it for anything.
I was wondering if you could make a chuck x reader? Maybe one where reader is dean and sams sister, and when it is revealed that chuck is god reader freaks out because well she had s3x with god and is now pregnant with his baby? Feel free to ignore this!
♡⸝⸝ 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚?,
summary,, you're pregnant with chucks baby. you never knew that chuck is god until you see the panic in your brothers' eyes.
word count,, 909
pairing,, sam & dean winchester x f!reader ft. mentions of chuck
tags/genre,, pregnancy, pregnancy scare, confusion, sibling winchester
You don’t mean to blurt it out.
You’ve been pacing the bunker library for ten minutes, chewing the inside of your cheek while Sam pretends to read and Dean watches you over the rim of his beer like you’re a bomb he’s waiting to detonate.
You stop.
You can’t stall anymore.
“I’m pregnant.”
The words fall flat and heavy on the table between you.
Dean blinks. Sam goes still. Not dramatic-still. Just that quiet, careful kind of still that means his brain is already racing through worst-case scenarios.
Dean’s the first to speak. “Okay. That’s… okay.” He sets the beer down. “Who’s the guy?”
Your hands are shaking. You press them to the table so they won’t see.
“Chuck.”
Silence.
Sam and Dean exchange a look and it’s the kind that makes your stomach drop because it’s loaded with something you don’t understand. Dean scrubs a hand down his face. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”
“I’m not kidding,” you snap, already defensive, already fragile. “I know how it sounds, okay? I know he’s weird and flaky and—”
Sam stands up so abruptly his chair scrapes. “How long?”
“A few weeks.” Your voice cracks. “Why are you acting like this?”
Dean lets out a breath that sounds like he’s about to confess to a crime. “There’s something you need to know.”
Your heart starts pounding harder. “If this is some big brother speech about how he’s a loser, I swear to God—”
“That’s the thing,” Dean says quietly. “He is.”
Sam looks at you, and there’s something almost apologetic in his eyes.
“He’s not just a writer,” Sam says. “He’s not just some guy who got lucky and published books about us.”
You frown. “Yeah, I know. He’s… eccentric.”
Dean huffs a humorless laugh. “That’s one word for it.”
Sam swallows. “He’s God.”
You actually laugh. It bursts out of you sharp and disbelieving. “That’s not funny.”
“We’re not joking,” Dean says. You look between them, waiting for the punchline. There isn’t one. Your chest tightens.
“No,” you whisper. “No, he’s not.”
Sam steps closer, slow, like you’re a spooked animal. “We found out a while ago. He admitted it. We’ve seen what he can do.”
You shake your head hard. “Stop. Just stop. That’s not— he’s just Chuck. He leaves dishes in the sink. He loses his keys. He complains about Wi-Fi.”
“He also created the universe,” Dean mutters.
Your stomach flips violently. You press a hand over it. Over the life growing there.
“Oh my God,” you breathe, and this time it isn’t disbelief. It’s horror. “Oh my God.”
You stumble back until your hips hit the table. “He can’t be.” Your voice is rising now. “He can’t be, because if he is then that means—”
“That means your baby’s half…” Dean trails off, clearly unwilling to finish that sentence.
“Half what?” you demand. Sam doesn’t sugarcoat it. He never does. “Half divine.”
The room feels smaller. The air thinner.
You drag your hands through your hair. “No. No, no, no. I didn’t sign up for this. I didn’t—he didn’t tell me.”
Dean’s jaw tightens. “Of course he didn’t.”
You look at them wildly. “Did he plan this? Is this some cosmic experiment? Is my kid going to come out glowing? Or with wings? Or—or with the ability to smite people in preschool?”
Dean almost smiles at that, but it fades fast.
“We don’t know,” Sam says gently.
“That’s not comforting, Sam!” Your voice cracks and suddenly your eyes are burning. You didn’t even have time to process being pregnant. You barely wrapped your head around morning sickness and tiny socks and the fact that your life was about to change forever.
Now this.
You slide down into a chair, breathing too fast.
“He can’t just do this,” you whisper. “He can’t play house with me and forget to mention he’s literally God.”
Sam crouches in front of you. His big hands settle carefully on your knees. Steady. Warm. “Hey. Look at me.”
You do, barely.
“Whatever he is,” Sam says softly, “you’re still you. And that’s still your baby. Not his project. Not his story.” Dean moves closer too, resting a hand on your shoulder. “If he thinks he gets to mess with you because he’s got a capital G, he’s got another thing coming.”
A shaky laugh escapes you. “You’re going to fistfight God again, aren’t you?”
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Dean mutters.
Tears spill before you can stop them.
“I’m scared,” you admit. “I don’t know what this means. I don’t know what this baby is.”
Sam’s thumb brushes away a tear before it falls. “It means you’re not alone in this.”
Dean squeezes your shoulder. “Yeah. We’ve handled angels, demons, apocalypses. We can handle a celestial niece or nephew.”
You let out a watery huff. “We don’t even know that yet. It’s, like, eighteen weeks before they can tell.”
Dean blinks. “Since when do you know that?”
“Since five minutes ago when I panic-Googled everything,” you mumble.
That almost gets a real laugh out of him. “Okay,” he says, softer now. “Fine. Celestial question mark.”
Sam smiles a little at that. “Whatever they are,” he says gently, “they’re still yours.”
The fear is still sitting in your chest. Still heavy. Still complicated.
But your brothers are here.
And if God thinks he gets to surprise you with divine plot twists, he’s about to learn what happens when you mess with a Winchester sister.
they have known each other for a long time, They may be dead but that doesn't separate them, Married or not, they spend time together singing in harmony and taking care of the children (Gus and Shade).
🎫⏤͟͟͞͞⚌ At first, after the accident, Gus took your side, openly angry at Chuck for his misdeed.
🎫⏤͟͟͞͞⚌ Gus still preferred to while away the time with you.
🎫⏤͟͟͞͞⚌ Over time, he got used to his presence.
🎫⏤͟͟͞͞⚌ Later, Shade joined you. He was more friendly and open.
🎫⏤͟͟͞͞⚌ Gus began to jealous the fact that Shade also spent time with you.
🎫⏤͟͟͞͞⚌ They fought for your attention at every opportunity.
🎫⏤͟͟͞͞⚌ Caring for each other brought you closer together.
🎫⏤͟͟͞͞⚌ Chuck taught them to play various board games.
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Summery - John Casey is a simple man. He is a soldier, he is set to only follow orders. What happens when he falls in line and he can't do anything but pretend it's platonic.
John Casey was a simple man. He has been this way his whole life. He did what he was told, he came home, he ate what ever was in the fridge, clean his guns, and he goes to bed. Then she moved in. It was an assignment he was to live in Burbank and protect the intersect. His cover was to work at a store called the Buy More and another agent named Y/n L/n would cover has his girlfriend.
They would live together, and be under the cover of dating for 2 years. Now he has assignments just like this in the past, but this. This is different, she is different. She comes home and she tells him about her day. In the beginning, tedious, now it's a welcome endeavor.
They sit at the table together while he is cleaning his guns, and she reads. She gasps and grabs his arms and he glares at her, and she shyly takes her hand away. But when her gaze is back on the book he smiles to himself.
Nine times out of ten she falls asleep on the couch. She is often working on a report, and just never stops to take a break. She just waits for her eyes to get heavy and she falls. John has to carry her to bed, now he does it with pleasure and ease. Laying down himself. He hates to admit his much he likes it when she cuddles up next to him.
He is a killer, a soldier, a agent he has no time for this, but somehow it happened. He fell in love with her. He would gut a hundred men just to get to her. He already decided that she is his priority. He knows exactly when it happened too, it was their first month of living together. They were over at dinner at the Bartowski's and she leaned her head on his shoulder.
It took him so off guard, his heart was thinking out of his chest, "it's for the mission." He thought over and over, but it didn't help. It felt real. It was real. She was real to him, what he felt for her was real.
Now the simple man is not so simple any more. He is complex and it terrifies him. He holds her every night, and every morning they wake up, she smiles and mumbles a good morning. Pats his chest, and goes to start breakfast before he goes to work. A kind gesture, one she says is a small one for all he does for her. Every morning he sits at the table pretending to read the paper. When in reality he just wishes she wasnt her, and that he wasn't a simple man.
Note: just a small something to get back into writing and finally publish some drafts
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Him making people in your life disappear as soon as he sees something good that he doesn’t have in them, or if you love them a lot. Don’t worry! They’re not gone forever..
He’ll do that to anybody, when I say everybody, I mean he’ll do it to your mom, dad, sibling… Anybody. Even your pet if you love them a lot. He wants you all to himself, he’s extremely selfish.
Oh you want to enjoy something alone? Nope.
He’ll give you everything, though the only things he won’t do are making you as powerful as him or ‘disappear’ from your life.
Narcissistic af tbh, doesn’t think one bit that you’d be better off without him.
Him being super clingy, even though he won’t admit it.
He’s always watching you, even when you think he isn’t. He’s God for f’s sake.
