#Robert chase house Md

[kiddbegins]

Braids - Robert Chase

Requested: no

Word count: idk

Warnings: none

A/n: this was something I wrote for a fic that I never wrote for someone else but here we are. (Can you guess who?)

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“Please Robbie?” You sat with your legs crossed, as your dorky boyfriend entered the living room, a cup of coffee and a cup of tea in his hands.

“What exactly did you want? I could barely hear you over the coffee dispenser.” Chase handed the warm cup of tea to you who raised an eyebrow.

You didn’t quite believe him but still, you repeated herself, “Can I please braid your hair? It’s the perfect length!” You reached up, tucking a piece behind his ear before he sat next to you.

That was not the first time Robert Chase had been asked that question. You have been nagging him since she first started at the hospital. “Baby, I really don’t like my hair messed with.” He replied, pulling his feet onto the couch.

“Buuuuut I wouldn’t be messing with it. It’ll be perfectly braided. And I’ll undo it after.” You gave a wide smile. And how could he say no to a smile that genuine?

With a sigh, Chase slid onto the floor in front of you. “Wait really? I honestly thought you were gonna say no.” You gasped happily as he nodded. Instantly you bolted to the bathroom to grab a brush and elastics.

Chase watched as you excitedly sat back down, beginning to section his hair. “Okay maybe this is a little soothing.” He murmured, leaning his head back onto her lap.

“As cute as you are, your head needs to be up for me to be able to braid.” Chase huffed, adjusting to the position you needed.

He held his eye closed, taking a sip of his coffee every couple of seconds. “Done.” You wrapper her arms around his shoulders, pressing your cheek to his. “Wait, wait. Stay here.” You slid your slippers on, running outside.

There were small bushels of white flowers outside the building that you picked before jogging back inside. “Okay hang on sit back down.” You put your hands on his shoulders, twisting the stems into his hair.

“Okay. Finished.” You took a quick picture, leaning down to show him.

He gasped, grabbing the phone. “Oh, my god. You have to promise to never show this to House.” He exclaimed causing both of you to laugh, him falling back into your stomach.

“Okay I promise.”

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[puckspoetry]

POV: you wake up from a mouse bite induced coma

[ididnotknow]

og post

[lovelenivy]

mouse bites™

[autisticats23]

think the great thing about house md is that the characters really are just like that, not even exaggerated. house does not shut up about sleeping with wilson even though he claims they’re just bros, foreman complains about medical malpractice while stealing bone marrow and switching thirteens’s placebo, cameron marries a dying man and then sleeps with chase after she’s been on meth. then they sleep together again because they’re bored of watching their patients sleep patterns. chase is a blonde australian catholic, he’s one of the best surgeons in the hospital, he also kills a dictator. wilson is just some guy who’s been arrested before. he loves monster trucks, he’s had three failed marriages, he’ll give out his organs and blood at any given moment. something so wrong with them all but i love them very much.

[housetzuyu]

this picture is cracking me up so bad house looks like a recently divorced dad who's spending the weekend with his son and decided to take him to the amusement park

[cuntyvicodin]

my beautiful hair flip angel girlfriend. her name is shithead and she was born without morals or a cerebral cortex

[househrt]

house in 2024

House installs 24/7 tracking apps on Wilson's phone. In return, Wilson books Ubers to take his phone and drive to various nefarious locations, sit there for half an hour, then come back home

Similarly, Wilson gets a smartwatch that monitors his heart rate. House gets updates sent to his phone and calls Wilson whenever his heart rate increases by more than 20 bpm to try and interrupt him jerking off

Kutner writes fanfic and replies to almost every comment he gets. His author's notes are full of things like "sorry this chapter is late, I accidentally gave myself a concussion trying to save a patient's life"

House posts on the Am I The Asshole subreddit but gets annoyed at everything thinking he's the asshole so he immediately deletes his account and pretends it never existed

Cuddy spends an hour of her day responding to the hospital's negative google reviews about "that rude doctor with the cane"

A young patient of Wilson's convinces him to be in a TikTok they're making, and he doesn't really know what that is but he agrees and ends up going semi-viral

Chase is secretly seething with jealousy over Wilson's accidental TikTok success, because Chase has been making thirst-trap videos in his scrubs for months with barely any views (it's because he's trying way too hard)

Thirteen gets really into Drag Race/the local drag scene and accidentally introduces House to gay slang, which he instantly adopts

[justtoomuch]

House, Wilson and their adopted Australian man-child

[harmonicabisexuals]

he is literally God to them.

[mossy-fae]

Chase was real as fuck for that.

[kiddbegins]

Hiii!! Can I request chasexreader where reader is super sick and he takes care of her and is very attentive (maybe a tad bit annoying) but also very fluffy? Thank you!!💗

Overbearing - R. C.

Robert Chase x fem!reader warnings: sick reader, overbearing boyfriend chase, that's it really? word count: NDA (half wrote here) a/n: sorry it's short but I'm just starting to get back into writing these things <3

Being sick wasn’t ideal. It never will be. The second a doctor hands you that note and you’re out for the week it seems like a  blessing. A chance to relax. But no. not when your boyfriend was also a doctor and made it his god given goal in life to make sure you didn’t stress yourself out. At all.

Chase was that boyfriend. The second he realized the small cough wasn’t going away, he did the tests that concluded bronchitis. He set up the medicine to be put aside for you. The steroids and cough medicine that would work together to heal you.

He made you breakfast, lunch and dinner because “As much as you feel like crap, you have to keep eating.” The words he said every single time you tried to brush off eating. And so you suffered through at least half of a meal before he was satisfied with your portion.

Yes, it was partially endearing. He cared, he loved you. That much was true. You’d been together going on three years now, of course he was going to care. But still, it was becoming a bit much.

The man wouldn’t even let you out of bed if he thought it was going to end badly for you. “Baby, I promise you, I will survive sitting out of bed.” You pleaded, sucking on a cherry flavored cough drop that didn’t do much for your mouth other than make your teeth feel funny and maybe slightly keep your cough away.

Barely.

Chase shook his head, sitting on the edge of said bed, reaching over and stroking your hair. “I believe that, but laying down and relaxing, resting is the best thing for you. It doesn’t bother your throat and the lozenges can only do so much to help.”

You groaned, nodding, “I’m aware, but i just want to sit on the couch. Drink tea even. I’m just tired of sitting here." You pouted and how was he supposed to keep denying you anything when you looked at him the way you did?

"Okay, alright, just stop killing me with your stupid puppy dog eyes." He huffed in defeat as he stood. "I'll find some tea for you if you want to fresh up a little, I know you've been wanting to do that."

He was right. Your face was starting to get the level of greasy that it was killing you to even feel it and your hair hadn't been touched since day one. How he even wanted to be near you right now was insane to you.

But the second he disappeared, you pulled yourself up and out of bed, to the bathroom to wash your face, brush through your hair and make note to wash it before the two of you went to bed tonight.

You crunched the last little bit of the cough drop in your mouth, the feeling of your tongue making you pull your toothbrush out. It was time for a new one anyway so who cares if this one got contaminated?

Once all set, cough and all, you headed back out to the living room, happy to be able to sit and watch something on the big screen rather than the smaller one that you had in your room. (Chase refused to upgrade.)

"Gorgeous." Chase commented as you sat, water boiling just to the right in the kitchen.

Even at your worst he managed to want to compliment you and it made you shake your head. "I look like crap," A cough cut off your statement, "You don't have to lie.

He scoffed as he shook his head, "I'm not. You're always so completely beautiful."

"Bronchitis and all?" You asked skeptically.

"Bronchitis and all." He echoed with a nod, "Now get comfortable, I picked Lady and the Tramp cause I know it's one of your favorites." The words coming out so smoothly, so easily.

No matter how much time you spent together it still surprised you how well he just, knew you. And you adored it. So you settled down, him taking the spot next to you not too long after and putting an arm over your shoulder.

You went to brush it off, worried that he'd get sick in return but he shook his head. "You're not contagious. I'll be alright. Just let me hold you." He said softly, sweetly even.

And that alone let you know that no matter how much his doctoring annoyed you, you loved him and the day you married him would be the best day of your life.

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[heph]

Have you heard about the secret Beach Episode 🏖️

[pan1ck]

[greghatecrimes]

Absolutely insane that she said this while doing Chase on the reg

[choco-worms]

Silly comic about the episode where they worked in their formal fits.

They slayed so hard that episode it was DISTRACTING