Chuck Shurley Imagines

Chuck x Reader: Empty Tables and Cold Coffee (Request intrigue810)

You pushed open the swinging doors, taking in the empty tables and stage. You sighed, disappointed.

"I was late, again." You muttered to yourself.

"Actually, you're right on time."

You jumped at the voice. It came from the stage where a man was sitting, legs hanging off the edge, in the corner. He smiled nervously at you as you slowly started walking towards him.

"Hi, is this the poetry reading?" You asked, curious as to where everyone else was.

"It's supposed to be, but I doubt anyone else will show up."  He mumbled, looking defeated.

"Why?" You could easily guess at the answer, but you wanted to talk to this guy more. He seemed like a nice guy and if no one else was gonna show up then you wouldn't mind having a conversation with him.

"Not many people are into poetry now. Besides, who wants to listen to some failed author read out a jumble of almost indecipherable words written hundreds of years ago?" He looked disappointed in himself, and you recognised that as something you felt yourself quite often.

"I think I'd quite enjoy listening to you read some poems. And what do you mean by failed author? Did you write any books I might know?" You were interested. He looked like a guy who could use a friend or at the very least someone to talk to.

"Ever heard of the Supernatural books by Carver Edlund?" You nodded your head, familiar with the title but unable to remember ever picking up a book with that name. "Yeah, that was me. They stopped publishing my stuff a while ago; the publishers were losing money and I got cut completely."

You remembered a while ago, hearing about a small publishing agency having to lay off most of their writers and eventually going bankrupt. You nodded along to his story, and made a note to yourself to pick up the first Supernatural book next time you were in a bookstore.

"So, Carver, what got you into writing?" If you were the only one here you might as well make the most of it and socialise for once.

"Actually, my name's Chuck. Carver Edlund is a pen name. And I've always loved creating things. I figured creating a whole new world was better than painting or music. I like to be able to tell the whole story clearly, but the best part is the secret messages you can hide in the words. The little phrases that mean so much to me and no one else. It's beautiful." He answered, a small smile spreading across his face as he lost himself in his emotions.

"Wow. That's one of the best reasons I've heard. I love poetry the most, because no matter what anyone can create their own representation of something. They can relate to something in a completely different way to someone else reading the exact same thing. I just love the options poetry can give you. My name's Y/N by the way." You replied.

You spoke for a while, time flashing by and it was nearly an hour before you realised that your coffee was freezing cold in your hands. You checked your watch, shocked when you realised that you had been taking for so long. You smiled at Chuck and mentioned the time.

"Oh, crap. I only booked the hall for an hour. We've gotta go." He looked disappointed, and you were feeling the exact same way.

"Well, my coffee's gone cold. Maybe we could go and get another one?" It was a shot in the dark, but you were really hoping he said yes.

You were glad when his face lit up, a blinding grin spreading across his handsome face.

"Sure. I know a small coffee shop five minutes away. It has great coffee, and they have some awesome pastries."

You readily agreed and in a matter of minutes you were sitting in a cosy corner of coffee shop, empty apart from you and Chuck and the barista, quietly cleaning the front counter.

You spoke for hours. You talked about anything and everything. Family, jobs, hopes and dreams. You told this stranger about your past, your parents and your life. Chuck, in turn, told you all the same information, as well as the history to his books.

You only stopped talking when the barista came to your table and informed you that it was closing time, and that once you finished your drinks you had to leave. Quickly finishing your coffees you exited the cafe, giving the barista a kind smile as you closed the door.

You stood outside, under the sign, swaying back and forth on your heels.

"So..."

A loud giggle escaped you as you realised how ridiculous it seemed to feel awkward after the hours you had spent discussing yourselves. Chuck was soon laughing as well and it took a little while before you finally calmed down.

"Do you want to meet up again sometime?" You asked, knowing that this man in front of you was a wonderful person you would love to get to know more.

"Of course. Can I have your number so we can arrange it?" He replied, a small smile on his lips.

You traded numbers and stood opposite each other for a few moments. Slowly, you leaned and pressed a sweet kiss to his cheek.

"Goodbye, Chuck. I'll see you soon." You gave him a smirk and a little wink before turning away and near enough skipping down the street towards your apartment.

Chuck was still standing there five minutes later, hand presses to his cheek and a grin splitting his face. That night he slept soundly, no trace of the Winchesters in sight.

Yay! New update! I loved this request from intrigue810, and I hope you like it!

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