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Na really just did go ‘this guy isn’t impressed with me, I am officially In Love’ didn’t he?

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I wonder what would've happened if Donna and Cheryl had got a chance to interact.

Oh man, that is something I so, so wish we could have seen!  It would have been tense, yeah?  That's a lot of scary rich lady in one room, two masters of bitchcraft facing off.  Cheryl is so chaotic and Donna is so purely controlled that I know there'd be an impressive clash should they have reason to clash (and they almost certainly would, I would have to assume Cheryl would be there as an assist to Betty), but I can't quite picture it?  I keep picturing them just circling each other like that one scene with Scar and Simba in The Lion King, and they'd just be sizing each other up, each insulting the other in their own particular way.  I will say, there's some Cheryl and Donna (and Cheryl/Donna) interaction somewhere in the fic when did your heart go missing? although it's not, like, a big thing.  But I remember enjoying it, so check it out!

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Chuck Shurley and Donna Hanscum Valentine’s Day drawing

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“One Call Away” Chuck x Donna

SOFreddie’s Ships Ahoy Challenge

Pairing: Chuck Shurley x Donna Hanscum

Prompt: song- “One Call Away” by Charlie Puth (prompt/lyrics are the italics in bold)

Word Count: 3305

A/N: Wrote this little drabble for @sofreddie and their Ships Ahoy Challenge. I hope you like it.

It’s over. The battle with Amara has been dealt with and the two siblings are going to take some time away from Earth to make things right. Donna was there when they left, a feeling in her heart she couldn’t quite name, but she felt empty, that much she could figure out. But she put those aside to help Dean comfort his mother who was dead for over thirty years understand that she was alive and in the future in a sense. The trio made their way back to the Bunker where Sam and Castiel were waiting, relieved that they were alright.

That night, Donna left for her room to give the boys some time to reconnect with their mother. Once inside her room, someone was sitting on her bed, someone she thought she wouldn’t be seeing for a while now.

“Chuck?”

“Hey darling.”

Donna closed her door, making her way over to the bed. Chuck stood up and wrapped her in a hug when she was close enough. He heard her sigh and held her tighter, placing a kiss on the top of her head.

“I thought I wouldn’t see you again,” she whispered, pulling away from his chest.

“I know. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you. But I’ll tell you now. I am going away for a little while to try and reconnect with Amara. I don’t know how long that’ll be, but know that you won’t be alone, okay? If you need me, I’m only a prayer away,” he stated, lifting her chin to look her in the eyes.

“I don’t want you to leave,” came her stuttered response as tears began to fill her eyes, but didn’t fall.

“I know Donna, I know. I don’t want to leave you either, but I promised Amara that I would try to be a better brother to her. I’ll stay the night, but in the morning, I’ll take my leave.” That was more than enough for Donna right now. Why dwell on the negatives right now when she could spend one more night with the man she loved. When morning came, Chuck was there when she woke up with breakfast for her. The two spent most of the morning in bed, not wanting to leave. But they couldn’t avoid it forever.

“I have to go now,” Chuck commented as he sat up in bed. Donna sighed, sitting up with him.

“I know. I just wish you didn’t.”

He looked her in the eyes, blue eyes sparkling with sadness and love. “I do, too. But I’ll be back before you know it. Just remember, I’m only one call away, Donna. Whenever you need me, I’ll be there.”

Smiling sadly, she leaned forward, wrapping her arms around the man she loved. He returned the hug, staying like that for a few moments more. Before Chuck pulled away from her embrace, he kissed Donna like it was the first time and the last. A kiss that said everything he wanted to say but didn’t. Leaning back, it left them both a little dizzy but giddy.

“I love you, Donna.”

“I love you too, Chuck.”

One more kiss and he was gone. Neither one knew when he’d be back. But he kept his promise. Time would continue and there would be hunts to do, people to save. Donna fell back into routine with the boys. She kept in touch and visited Jody and the girls. While she missed Chuck dearly, she knew she could go through the days without him. But she was lying to herself. As the days went by, she found herself reliving her memories with Chuck. So he wasn’t gone. Just not there right now. He was only a call away, but she didn’t want to bother him while he was with Amara.

*Flashbacks*

“I’m only one call away. I’ll be there to save the day. Superman got nothing on me. I’m only one call away.”

It was a stupid idea going on a hunt by herself. It was supposed to be a simple salt and burn. Nothing was simpler than that. But of course, the ghost didn’t like that. Right now she was wishing she had taken Sam or Dean with her (or even both) but she wanted to prove herself. And now she was staring at the ghost of a young girl who has just knocked her down before she could burn her bones.

“Well, it looks like you could use some help.”

Donna looked up in shock at Chuck as he waved his hand and the grave was set ablaze, the ghost vanishing into flames. He offered her his hand and pulled her off the ground. “How…?”

Chuckling, he wiped some of the dirt off of her face, “You called.”

“But I didn’t,” Donna brushed her jeans off, giving her boyfriend a look of confusion.

“True. I was worried when I didn’t hear anything from you so I decided to come find you myself,” he admitted, rubbing the back of neck as a blush spread across his cheeks.

Donna couldn’t help but smile at how flustered Chuck was, which was adorable to say the least. “Well, it looks like I have my own Superman than. You saved me. My hero,” she placed a kiss on his cheek. He huffed a laugh before taking them both back to the motel she was staying at

“Call me baby, if you need a friend. I just wanna give you love. C'mon, c'mon, c'mon. Reaching out to you, so take a chance. No matter where you go, you know you’re not alone.”

Donna was just having an off day. Nothing seemed to work for her. Sam tried his best to cheer her up, but it didn’t help. Dean made her some pie, but even that didn’t help. They left her in the library curled up with a book.

“Donna, hey. Is there anything we can get you at the store?” Sam asked, his eyes betraying him.

She gave him a small smile and replied, “Nah, I’m good. Thank you though.”

“Alright, we’ll be back soon. Call if you need anything, alright?” Dean commented as he handed her a mug of her favorite tea.

“Will do. Thanks.” And with that, the boys were on their way. Donna enjoyed her tea and read her book in comfortable silence. There was a lonely feeling in her chest that she decided to ignore. But Chuck wasn’t having any of that. One second she was curled up in the easy chair in the library and the next, Donna found herself in her bed, Netflix playing in the background, and an arm wrapped around her shoulders.

“Chuck?!”

“Yes?” he grinned down at her. Rolling her eyes, she settled next to him, her head cushioned on his chest.

“A little warning next time, yeah?”

“Yes dear,” he chuckled, placing a kiss on her head, “what’s going through your mind?”

Chuck heard her sigh, picking at the blanket around them, “Just an off day. I just feel like nothing was working out today.”

“Hey, look at me.”

Donna looked up at Chuck, his eyes full of love, “I’m here if you need a friend to talk to. If you ever feel alone, you call for me. You won’t ever be alone. I’m only a call away.” She smiled at the man, the being, she was lucky enough to call hers.

“Alright. I’ll remember that.”

And she would remember that, even if she didn’t always act on it. Donna knew Chuck would be there for her no matter what, but sometimes she didn’t want to bother him with her problems. But he always knew and would show up anyways just to do something nice for her.

“Come along with me and don’t be scared, I just wanna set you free. C'mon, c'mon, c'mon. You and me can make it anywhere. For now, we can stay here for a while. ‘Cause you know, I just wanna see you smile. No matter where you go, you know you’re not alone.”

Same setting. Same bunker walls. Same Kansas sky line. Day in and day out, everything looked basically the same when there wasn’t a case. And it got boring. There was nothing to clean, nothing to organize, she didn’t feel like practicing shooting. All Donna wanted was to get away for an hour, a day, just escape the humdrum of life for a moment. But she didn’t call Chuck. She didn’t want to take him away from his busy schedule of fixing Heaven. So she curled up on the couch, turned the tv on, and tried to get lost in some random show she didn’t catch understand.

That’s where Chuck found her. She always seemed to forget that he could feel when she was feeling off, when she was having a bad day. When he sat down on the couch beside her, she didn’t jump, having gotten used to him randomly popping in and out, she just shifted her position so she could curl up against Chuck’s side. Throwing an arm around her shoulders, he ran his fingers up and down her arm as they just the documentary that was playing.

“What are you thinking about, love?” he broke the silence after a few minutes.

With a sigh, Donna replied, “Nothing much. Just about how I want to get away for a while, an hour, a day, just get away from the same old things.”

“Why didn’t you just ask? I can take you anyway you want to go. You name it, we’re there,” Chuck stated, lacing his hand with hers.

“I didn’t want to draw you away from Heaven.”

“Heaven will be alright without me for a day. Besides, I need a break from fixing it. So where would you want to go?”

Donna actually hadn’t thought about the where. She just knew she wanted something different. Sitting up, she turned to face Chuck and gave a smile.

“Honestly? I hadn’t thought that far ahead. As long as I’m with you, I don’t care where we go. We could stay here and I’d be happy. Wherever we go, as long as you’re with me, it’s perfect.”

With a chuckle, he leaned in, placing a soft kiss against her lips. Pulling away, Chuck rested his forehead against Donna’s. “Why are you so cute?”

“Just lucky I guess,” she replied, placing another kiss to his lips. Chuck pulled Donna into his lap, hands rubbing up and down her arms.

“How about Paris?”

“How would we get there?” she asked, tilting her head slightly. He tightened his grip on Donna’s waist just a bit.

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do, Chuck.”

With a smirk, he simply said, “Then don’t let go.” And like that, they were gone. Within a second, the couple found themselves in Paris, France.They spent the day in the City of Love, just enjoying each others company. And Donna was right. No matter where they go, as long as she’s with Chuck, nothing else matters.

“And when you’re weak, I’ll be strong. I’m gonna keep holding on. Now don’t you worry, it won’t be long, darling, and when you feel like hope is gone, just run into my arms.”

“This shouldn’t be happening! How could I mess up like that?!” Donna cried out in anguish as her and the boys finished a case. Sadly, it didn’t end like they wanted. A young boy was dead and she couldn’t save him.

“Donna, hey, hey it’s okay. We’ve all had a bad hunt. It’s okay,” Sam soothed, trying to comfort her, but she just brushed off his attempts.

“A boy is dead! I could have saved him! And I couldn’t. I couldn’t save him. I messed it all up.”

“Donna, Sam’s right. Yes, sadly that boy is dead, but the werewolf is dead and you saved us. We all have to make a sacrifice play at some point, even if it doesn’t end well. It’s gonna be okay. Don’t keep beating yourself up over it; it’ll just consume you,” Dean offered, handing her a beer that she took but didn’t drink. As the day wore on, Sam and Dean did all they could to help Donna out of her funk, but nothing worked. Even Gabriel popped by to try and cheer her up. Not even his pranks could make her feel better.

“I just don’t know what to do for her. This case is just weighing on her and nothing seems to be breaking that,” Sam stated as he and Gabe watched Dean bring Donna a cup of hot chocolate and sit beside her, not attempting to offer contact until she was ready for it. They watched her take a few sips of the warm drink before setting it down on the coffee table before leaning into Dean’s arms, letting him comfort her as best he could.

“I might know who can help her,” Gabriel spoke up, looking over at Sam.

“You know she won’t call for him,” Sam reminded.

“Who said she needed to call him?” Gabriel smirked and he was gone in a snap. With a sigh, Sam made his way towards the two on the couch, grabbing a blanket from the easy chair and drapping it over Donna’s legs.

“How are you doing?” he asked softly, gently squeezing her knee in comfort.

“I’ve been better,” came her soft, distant reply.

“Gabe said he might know how to make you feel better.”

That got her attention. She sat up slowly and with a curious expression, she asked, “What would that be?”

“Me,” came a new voice, causing everyone’s attention to divert to behind the couch. There stood Gabriel with Chuck and in his hands he held a picnic basket with her favorite movies, snacks, drinks, and a bouquet of her favorite flowers. Sam and Dean got up to take their leave, saying something along the lines of heading to a bar for a bit. Gabe said he was going with them and that Castiel was too. And then it was just them.

Chuck came around the couch, setting the basket and flowers down before sitting next to Donna. He didn’t say a thing, just opened his arms with a knowing look that had Donna breaking down in tears again as she collapsed into his arms. Chuck never shushed, he didn’t tell her it was going to be alright. All he said was, “Whenever you feel weak, I’ll be strong for you. I’ll hold you up when you feel like you’re going to fall.When it feels like all hope is lost, just run to me. Run into my arms and I’ll be there for you. This feeling won’t last forever, sweetheart. It’ll get better. But I’m here now and I’ll be your rock.”

And that’s where they stayed for a while, curled around each other on the couch while he comforted the woman he loved in the only way he knew. He sung to her.

“I’m only one call away. I’ll be there to save the day. Superman got nothing on me. I’m only one call away.”

*End of Flashbacks*

It had been a few months since Donna last saw Chuck. She knew he needed time to fix things with his sister. That was fine; she just wished he would come back to her. Sam and Dean did all they could to keep her mind off of him for a while, Gabriel and Castiel would try and distract her, and it would work. She would be fine for a time, but then her mind would remind her that he wasn’t here right now and her heart would hurt.

She just got back from doing some shopping while the boys were out researching for another case. Donna began putting the groceries away and tried to decide what to make for dinner when she heard music coming from somewhere in the bunker. It sounded beautiful, but it was suspicious. She knew she was alone in the bunker. Why would there be music playing?

Making sure she had her knife on hand, she began making her way deeper into the bunkers vast hallways, trying to find the source of the music. It wasn’t until she got to a familiar hallway that Donna realized the music was coming from her room. With steady hands, she slowly opened her door and was met with a sight she thought she wouldn’t see for some time now.

Chuck, with a guitar, singing to her.

“I’m only one call away. I’ll be there to save the day. Superman got nothing on me. I’m only one call away.

One call away. I’ll be there to save the day. Superman got nothing on me. I’m only one call away.

I’m only one call away.”

Donna just stood there in shock, not quite believing that Chuck was standing in front of her. She watched as he smiled knowingly and sat down his guitar before coming to stand before her.

“Hi Donna.”

Shaking herself out of her trance, she took in a breath and let out a breathy “Chuck?”

Chuckling, he took her hands as he said, “Yes darling. It’s me.”

“I…you…how…why….” she couldn’t quite put the words together, but he was patient, waiting for her to find the right words to say.

“What are you doing back? I thought you and Amara were making amends?” she questioned as he lead her over to her bed, taking a seat next to her.

“We were. We made up and now she has her own world to create what she wants and a place to stay in Heaven. Things have been good. But then I remembered how lonely I felt without you, so I came back to you,” he explained, brushing some loose hair from Donna’s face.

“I missed you too, Chuck. It felt so empty without you around,” she confessed, eyes falling to the sheet on her bed.

“If you were lonely, Donna, all you had to do was call. I would have been there for you whenever you needed me,” Chuck stated, hooking his fingers under her chin, raising her gaze to his.

“I know. I just thought you wouldn’t come,” Donna explained, feeling very vulnerable under his blue gaze.

Said gaze softened as he cupped her cheek, foreheads touching as he leaned forward, “I’ll always come when you call for me.”

Donna closed her eyes, a giggle escaping as he placed a kiss to her nose, cheek, forehead, before capturing her lips with a passionate kiss. She ran her fingers through Chuck’s dark curls, his arm wrapping around her waist as his other hand cupped her head. They broke apart after a few moments, the need to breathe separating them.

“I love you, Donna,” he said with conviction, lacing a hand with hers.

“I love you too, Chuck,” she said with a smile, leaning in for another kiss. And later that day when Sam and Dean came home, calling out for Donna, there was no answer. Curious and a little worried, they searched for her, calling out here and there. Finally they reached her room, the brothers shared a sigh of relief and a smile. Donna was alright. More than alright actually. Her and Chuck were both asleep on her bed, her face buried in his chest while his arms were wrapped protectively around her.

Slowly and quietly shutting her door, Sam and Dean left the couple to sleep. This was what she needed. Nothing could make Donna happier than being with Chuck and vice versa. They were practically made for each other. Nothing was going to keep them apart now. Chuck was always going to be Donna’s Hero. If she needed him, all she had to do was call and he’d be there before she knew it. He, quite literally, was only one call away.

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Never An Option a Chuck and Donna aesthetic

Inspired by the fic Never An Option by @toastiel as part of @mrswhozeewhatsis Louden Swain Spn Mini Bang 2017.

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Never An Option

This was written as an entry to the Louden Swain Bang, courtesy of @mrswhozeewhatsis. Hope this is alright. If you love it, leave a comment?

Title: Never An Option Author: Toastiel Word Count: 1201 Genre: General Pairing: Chuck/Donna (Chonna) Rating:T Song: Change the Locks Summary: He ruins everything he touches. Everything except her.

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It was always nice when things went according to plan, when there were no bumps in the road or hiccups to worry about.

Not that Chuck would know what that felt like. He was used to setbacks. Hell, a bump in the road would be nice once in awhile compared to the catastrophic failure that had become so commonplace. His entire existence was one failure after another. He’d failed at being God, he’d sure as hell failed at being a father figure. He’d failed as a writer, and he’d kinda failed at creation (though he did place part of that blame on his conniving, vindictive twin). Then, to make it all come full circle, he’d failed at being a failure and returned to being God. Most days he wasn’t even sure if he was winning or losing or just standing out in left field waiting for the ball to smack him in the face.

The only exception, he thought, was her. He hadn’t failed with her, at least not yet. He prayed to himself that he never would, because losing her would be it for him. For someone that was supposed to be omnipotent, Chuck had been completely blindsided when Donna Hanscum had sauntered into his life, all smiles and sunshine. Maybe it was the fact that she was so opposite him, so optimistic and full of energy. Maybe it was her constant reassurance to everyone around her that things would work out, or maybe it was the fact that, despite all of this, she was just as broken inside as he was. She just did a better job of hiding it.

Regardless of why, Donna had situated herself firmly in his life and in his heart, and Chuck would be damned if he gave her up without a fight. He’d given up too much already.

Not her. Never her.

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He wanted to scream, to rage, to make the entire universe quake with the power of his fury.

It was ruined. All of it, ruined. Weeks of planning the perfect evening, of prepping, of making sure that every last detail was as perfect as it could possibly be (because she deserved nothing less for her birthday), all down the drain, and for what? 

Doug fucking Kantos.

Chuck should have known things couldn’t just go smoothly, he should have be prepared for the conniving little snake to appear (it always did, after all). Still, he let out a heavy sigh of bone deep wariness, nothing could have ever prepared him for this, which was saying something because, hell, he’d raised Lucifer and Gabriel.

He should have smote the smug bastard where he stood, he fumed as he paced the library of the bunker. He should have just reached out and smote the shit out of him. One look at the man had told Chuck all he needed to know, and the look in Donna’s eyes had cemented the notion that he was a vile, repugnant, little cockroach. He should have spared the world (and the poor woman on his arm) some trouble and wiped the jackass from existence.

Instead, he’d taken Donna’s hand and turned her around, whisking them back home.

‘You ran,’ he chastised himself as he shook his head. ‘You ran like you always do, because you're a coward. No wonder she doesn’t want to look at you. I don’t want to look at you. 

The mirror over on one of the lower bookcases he’d been glaring into shattered, the tinkling of glass falling to the concrete floor echoing throughout the suddenly too quiet room. He’d never heard a sound that perfectly resembled his life before, but if one existed, that was it; the sound of bitter disappointment, despair, and self-loathing.

“Aaaaargh!” Chuck roared, the entire building trembling from the force of it. He pointedly ignored the Winchesters as they appeared to assess the problem. He chose instead to slam his fist into the nearest wall, the pain radiating up his arm and helping to dull the ache in his chest.

It was all his fault. He was losing her because he wasn’t good enough to keep her, and they both knew it. With a huff of irritation, he vanished. He needed to calm down, to think, and he couldn’t risk hurting the few people that cared about him in the process.

He never saw her watch him leave.

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He sure as hell hadn’t been expecting her to be there waiting when he came back either, but there she was, sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of tea, wrapped up in her fuzzy pink bathrobe with her bunny slippered feet tucked up underneath her. It almost looked normal.

“Feel better?” Something was off about her tone and it tore at something deep inside him.

“Not really.” He sighed, running one hand through his already mussed curls.

She sighed and stood, taking slow, shuffling steps toward him. He could see she’d been crying. Her eyes were puffy, her cheeks were blotchy, and her nose was red. Even so, she was still one of the most beautiful things in existence. His heart clenched at the realization that he was the reason for her tears. He’d hurt her. He’d made her cry, and he couldn’t forgive himself for that.

“Donna, I-”

“Stop,” she whispered, pressing one warm finger to his lips. “Stop thinking so loud. Stop beating yourself up. Stop blaming yourself. Just...stop, Chuck.”

He let out a whoosh of air, his entire body deflating as the anger he’d been carrying just slipped away.

“Let’s go to bed.” She smiled warmly at him, her brown eyes glimmering in the florescent lighting.

“But I-”

“Shush.” Donna sat her cup on the island and took one of his hands between both of hers, still warm from the cup. “There’s plenty of time to talk tomorrow. Now, bed.”

“Just like that? You’re not...I left and...I ran...I’m…”He didn’t know how to actually voice his fears.

“Oh, no, I am. I ate half a bag of Dean’s powdered doughnuts, and two of Gabriel’s chocolate bars he thinks I don’t know about. That’s on you, so you betcha I’m not a happy camper, Charles Shurley, but I’m tired, so we’ll talk about it in the morning.”

“Bu-”

“Bed. Now.”

Feeling for all the world like a scolded child, Chuck hung his head, letting her lead him by the hand to the room they shared. He supposed it could have been worse, and come morning he could very well be spending the next month in the dog house, but he had her. Even with all his self-pitying and his temper tantrums and his insecurities, he still had her. If she could weather the storm that was Chuck Shurley, he had hope that losing her would never be an issue.

“Hey,” he whispered as they snuggled down beneath the blankets, his nose pressed into her hair.

“Hmm?”

“Thank you.”

“For?”

“For being here.”

“Here is right where I want to be, silly.” Donna muttered sleepily, fighting back a yawn. “Now, for the last time, shush and go to bed.”

He pulled her flush against him, the warmth of her seeping into his flesh and bones and chasing away the cold that had taken over. He’d be better, fight harder, prove he deserved her. He had to.

Losing her wasn't an option.