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redicillin · 4 months ago
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bro I can’t stop thinking about chase with a nerdy doctor reader who is basically the female Spencer Reid, goes of on tangents about the most random things that she somehow knows about and he is so happy to just sit there and listen 😩
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𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐩𝐮𝐭. (𝐫.𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞)
you like to ramble, Chase likes to listen.
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You don’t always notice when you're talking too much. It’s not intentional—it’s just that your brain moves faster than your mouth can keep up with, and when you latch onto something fascinating, you have to share it.
Right now, that something is the patient in Room 312.
You adjust your coat and push a stray strand of hair out of your eye, flipping through the patient’s file while Chase leans against the counter beside you. His posture is relaxed—arms crossed, weight shifted to one side—but his eyes are on you, steady and observant.
“This is so interesting,” you murmur, barely containing your excitement as you review the preliminary lab results. “I mean, it’s tragic for the patient, obviously, but from a medical standpoint, this is an incredibly rare case. Look—this deletion on chromosome 15? That could indicate Prader-Willi syndrome, but given the patient’s lack of speech development, the ataxic gait, and the characteristic happy demeanor, I think it’s more likely Angelman syndrome.”
You glance up, half-expecting Chase to be looking at the clock or zoning out like most people do when you go on a tangent.
Instead, he’s watching you.
He tilts his head slightly, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “And what makes you think that?”
Encouraged, you straighten and turn the file around, pointing to the genetic test results. “Well, it all depends on which parent the deletion came from. Both Angelman and Prader-Willi syndromes result from imprinting errors on chromosome 15. If the deletion is inherited from the father, it causes Prader-Willi syndrome. But if it’s inherited from the mother, it results in Angelman syndrome.”
Chase hums in acknowledgment, his gaze still locked on you, but you’re too deep in thought to notice the way he’s studying your face rather than the test results.
“The cool thing about imprinting disorders,” you continue, “is that they show how genes aren’t just about inheritance but also about which parent they come from. It’s not just about the presence or absence of a gene—it’s about whether that gene is supposed to be active in a particular parental copy. The same genetic region can cause two completely different disorders depending on whether the missing part came from the mother or father. Isn’t that wild?”
You pause, catching yourself.
You’ve been talking non-stop for at least two minutes.
Most people don’t last this long.
Your excitement fades slightly as you glance at Chase, expecting polite disinterest. Instead, he’s still looking at you, arms still crossed, that small smirk still lingering.
Your face heats up. “Uh—sorry. I tend to… ramble,”
He exhales a quiet chuckle. “I noticed,”
You chew the inside of your cheek, looking away. “You could’ve stopped me, you know,”
“Why would I do that?”
You glance back at him, surprised by his tone—warm, easy, almost fond.
His smirk softens into something more sincere, and you suddenly feel very aware of how close he’s standing. Close enough that you can smell his cologne—something clean and subtle, like cedar and soap.
You quickly look down at the machine running the genetic test. The results are almost ready, the sequence data processing line by line.
A small beep signals the final printout.
You grab it, scanning the page with an eager intensity that momentarily pushes Chase’s gaze from your mind. “A maternal deletion,” you murmur, eyes widening. “It is Angelman syndrome,”
Chase straightens slightly, stepping closer to glance at the results over your shoulder. “And that means…?”
“It means we need to tailor the treatment accordingly. Angelman patients benefit from seizure management, physical therapy, and specialised communication support since they often have minimal verbal speech—” You stop yourself, pressing your lips together.
There you go again.
“Sorry,” you mumble. “Rambling again,”
Chase shakes his head, smiling. “No, keep going. You were saying?”
You blink, caught off guard.
He actually wants to hear more?
“…Right,” you continue hesitantly. “So, one of the main issues in Angelman syndrome is the loss of function of the UBE3A gene in neurons. Normally, the maternal copy of UBE3A is the only active one in the brain because the paternal copy is silenced. So when there’s a deletion on the maternal side, the patient essentially loses all functional UBE3A expression in their neurons, which leads to the neurological symptoms—seizures, developmental delays, lack of speech,”
You pause again, gauging his expression. He’s not just listening—he’s engaged.
You exhale softly, almost disbelieving.
“…Most people don’t let me talk about this stuff,” you admit.
Chase shrugs. “Most people are missing out,”
Your breath catches for just a moment.
Before you can respond, there’s a soft knock at the door, and you both turn as House steps in. “I’m gonna guess by the look on both your faces that the test was positive,”
You straighten, holding out the test results. “Yep. The patient has Angelman syndrome due to a maternal deletion on chromosome 15,”
House nods approvingly. “Good. Go and tell the parents that their child will have the mental capacity of an 8 year old forever,”
The patient’s parents sit across from you in the consultation room, their hands clasped together anxiously. The mother looks exhausted, her eyes red-rimmed, and the father’s knuckles are white from gripping his knee.
You take a deep breath, softening your voice. “We have a diagnosis for your son,”
Chase stands beside you, his presence steadying as you walk the family through the diagnosis. You explain Angelman syndrome carefully—what it means, how it happens, what treatments and support are available.
And when the mother, voice trembling, asks, “Is there any hope? Will he ever speak?”
You hesitate, choosing your words carefully. “Angelman syndrome affects speech development, but many children learn to communicate in other ways—gestures, pictures, assistive technology. With the right support, he will find ways to express himself,”
Chase steps in then, his voice calm and reassuring. “And because we caught it early, you’ll be able to get him the right therapies sooner. Seizure management, physical therapy, and specialised communication support will all be extremely useful,”
You blink, surprised.
You hadn’t expected him to remember that part.
The mother swallows thickly, nodding, and the father squeezes her hand. “Thank you,” he murmurs. “Thank you for explaining it so clearly,”
You smile gently. “It’s what I’m here for,”
Later, as you walk out of the consultation room, Chase nudges your arm.
“You did good in there,” he says.
You huff a small laugh. “We did good,”
He tilts his head, considering. “Yeah. But I meant you,”
You glance up at him, and for a second, the usual teasing glint in his eyes is replaced with something softer. Something that makes your heart skip a beat.
“…Thanks,” you say quietly.
He smirks, stepping back, slipping his hands into his pockets. “By the way,” he adds, “I think you almost finished your whole genetics lecture before we got interrupted. You’ll have to tell me the rest later,”
You narrow your eyes. “You’re making fun of me,”
Chase grins. “Maybe a little,”
You roll your eyes, but you can’t help the small, warm smile tugging at your lips.
Because for the first time in a long time, you don’t feel like you’re too much.
You feel understood.
And when Chase walks away, glancing back at you with that unreadable smile, you wonder if maybe he understands you more than anyone ever has.
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saorsawrites · 7 months ago
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all worth it
Robert Chase x Reader
Fluff
Lazy evenings with chase after a long day of being annoyed by House
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chases hand found the back of my neck, thumbs tracing small circles as he leant into me. slowly, his other hand slid its way down my side to my waist and squeezed reassuringly, his head now resting on my shoulder, face buried in my hair. i moved my hands around to his back and pulled him down fully, now lying on top of me; he let out a satisfied ‘hm’ and repositioned to make himself more comfortable, his legs intertwined with my own.
“you’re really tired, huh?” i murmured, bringing my hand to play with his hair, running the wet blond locks through my fingers. he nodded slowly, mumbling something about how glad he was to be home and showered. the shower we had shared was nothing short of this sleepy, him hunched over as he quickly washed himself and me standing under the boiling water watching him, hand pressed to his chest to keep him from falling asleep standing up. that’s what a 15 hour shift does to you. now, his wet chest is pressed against the old t shirt i was wearing, freckles littered down his spine more prominent than ever as i run one hand up and down his back, scratching lightly.
“you know,” he began, minty breath cold on my neck, “this makes it all worth it.”
“hm?” i responded, still playing with his hair, but now adjusting slightly so i could just about see his face as he turned to speak.
“no matter how long the days are, no matter how much of a dick house is being, no matter how shit the result is at the end of it all-“ he placed a small kiss on my jaw, humming before he said “coming back home with you, and getting to just lie here and forget about it all, makes me willing to do it over and over again.”
i held the back of his neck as he moved up to kiss me gently before returning to his old position again, nuzzling into my side as he became heavier on top of me. it wasn’t long - not with his soft snoring, and the familiar smell of his expensive shampoo - before i fell asleep too, our warm bodies still wrapped around each other.
it really does make it all worth it.
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rosedpetal · 11 days ago
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i fancy you
Summary: you have a crush on Chase.
Pairing: Robert Chase x Reader
Word Count: 1004
Warnings: None
Masterlist | Divider credit
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You weren't familiar with the art of flirting and seducing men. Sure you were pretty, smart, funny and could carry on with a conversation. But pretty wasn't hot, smart wasn't mysterious and funny wasn't enticing. You got on asked on first dates, but whenever the guy realized he wasn't gonna sleep with you after dinner, that was pretty much the end of the story.
So, you asked for help.
"Don't even ask me. Do I look like a temptress to you?" Cameron didn't even glance up from the blood samples. "Y/L/N, you're an amazing person. The right guy will eventually fall for you, you don't have to be something you're not."
Realizing you had to extend your search, you went for some... Drastic measures.
At first, it started with a subtle change in your makeup routine. You started wearing mascara, blush, concealer and lip gloss. Then, your nails. Being a doctor meant you couldn't keep them long, but you could at least have them done nicely.
On Monday, you came to work with your nails in lovely french tips, your face dolled up and your hair down in waves. And as you sat by your place at House's office, Foreman didn't even glance at you (bastard), while Chase took a little longer staring at you.
"Good morning." You smiled softly at them.
"Did you change something?" Chase asked bluntly, his blue eyes glued on you. "Is it the hair?"
"She looks the same to me." Foreman said after glancing at you for a second.
You sighed, your shoulders slumping a little.
House limped to the office, and when he saw you, he stopped, stared, and scrutinized you with his eyes.
"Who is it?" He asked, leaning into his chair and swinging his cane back and forth.
"Who is it what?" You deadpanned.
"The guy you're trying to impress, duh." House said in a condescending tone.
"What are you and Chase on about? She looks the same to me." Foreman rolled his eyes at House.
"I've been with hookers who wore less makeup than she's wearing right now." House pointed his cane at you and you huffed in annoyance.
"God forbid a woman puts on a little more effort to look good." You rolled your eyes.
"I didn't know you were so insecure." House jabbed at you, then, he paused. "Wait, are those breasts?"
"Oh, fuck you." You huffed in annoyance, covering your cleavage with your arms.
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"Is it true?" Chase asked suddenly, as both of you sat on the MRI room with your patient. "That you're trying to impress someone?"
You bit the inside of your cheek, already feeling nauseous. "Since when do we care about what House says?"
"Since always? He's an ass, but when has he been ever wrong?"
Oh no. Was that the beginning of a panic attack?
You took a deep breath. "He is wrong."
"Well... I'm not saying the subtle changes don't look good, just curious. You're so shy and reserved that it makes a guy wonder."
"Wonder what?"
"Who could possible have caught your attention."
"Why are you so curious?"
"Why are you being so defensive?"
"I'm not!" You snapped and he raised his hands in surrender. "I'm sorry for snapping, okay? I didn't mean to-"
"Hey, we're good, okay? 'S all good." He smiled at you and your heart skipped a beat.
You were royally screwed.
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You were in the cafeteria, grabbing some lunch when you saw him limping. Rolling your eyes before you could control yourself, House smirked at your reaction, picking up a tray. "Put this on her tab."
"Put mine and his on Wilson's tab." You corrected, and the lady chuckled.
As you both sat down, you braced yourself for what was coming for you.
"Does he know yet?" House asked, sipping on his boxed juice, his blue eyes carefully trained on you.
"Does who know what?"
"Does our aussie friend know you're in lov-" He said a little louder and you smacked your hand on his lips, surprising both of you. House laughed, seeing you all flustered.
"What's wrong with you? This is a secret!"
"How is something a secret when it's so obvious?" He mocked, stealing a fry from your plate.
"Foreman doesn't know."
"Foreman is goddamn dense. And Cameron only knows because you told her."
"How do you know she knows?"
"She's not very discreet. Really, the four of you share only one braincell and it's under your possession most of the time."
"Thank you?"
"You're welcome."
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Wilson's eyes shone in bewilderment as he stared at you, going through some files in House's break room.
"Can you stop? It's creeping me out." Your voice comes out monotonous as your fingers scan through the patient's file. Just another bizarre case to deal with, where none of you could figure out what the hell was going on.
"It's like seeing a flower bloom."
His tone of voice caught your attention. Like he was proud or something?
"Excuse me?"
"It's just... You're the youngest, you've been working here for a couple years now, and it's the first time I hear about your little crush."
"I haven't always liked Robert, I-" You began to defend yourself, but when you saw Wilson's eyes widening. "What? Why is this so shocking to you?"
Wilson, speechless, pointed behind you.
Oh no.
You slowly turned around, to see Robert Chase with a shit-eating grin on his face, his eyes gleaming. Wilson awkwardly excused himself, leaving you and the smug object of your not-so-secret-anymore affection alone.
"So..." You look down.
"So..." He smiles. "I had a little suspicion, I just didn't want to get my hopes up." He rolled his eyes when you looked up at him, surprised. "What? You're damn cute, and I fancy you."
A little snort. "You fancy me?"
"Yeah. Even without the desperation cleavage and the hooker makeup?"
"I take it back. I don't like you anymore."
He laughed, his hands making their way to your waist, a soft look on his face as his soft lips moved closer to yours, a whisper leaving them. "Lemme fix that."
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daisywrites101 · 1 year ago
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Dr. Robert Chase x GN!Reader
Request: hi!! hope you’re doing well :) i saw you were taking imagines for house requests… was wondering if you could do something with a gn!reader and chase. something fluffy and cute if possible, like chase realizing his feelings for his best friend (being reader) and him trying to figure out how to confess ^^ thank you! have a great day
A/N: I hope that this is what you wanted! I took your idea and just ran with it! I apologize that this took awhile to get out. Life has been crazy lately between school and just some personal things going on. Enjoy the story!
"You are so miserable." Foreman says out of nowhere. Chase looks over at him, clearly offended. "What are you talking about, Foreman?" Chase questions. "You clearly have feelings for L/N. Ever since they started here it's pretty obvious that you like her, and not just like a coworker type deal, and more than you liked Cameron, which says a lot." he says then looks down into the microscope.
Foreman wasn't wrong. Chase had hard feelings for you, when Cameron explained to Chase that their relationship wasn't passing friends with benefits, he moved on. Soon after that is when you started. Having a background in pediatrics and in pathology, House deemed you as necessary to his team. Chase and you had become close, becoming best friends quickly, and Chase falling for you even faster, and it became blatantly obvious to everyone around you that chase liked you, except for you, of course.
"I don't know what you are talking about. Y/N and I are simply friends, best friends even." Chase claims. "Whatever you say, Chase. But you're calling them by their first name, and not to mention that you care for them more than you did for Cameron when the two of you had the fling you had, makes it totally obvious to everyone around the two of you that you like them. I am surprised House has not said anything at this point." Foreman explains, and Chase knows that he is right. Chase has never cared for anyone like he cared for you. when he noticed that you were having on off day, he always would buy your favorite drink to help you feel better. He would spend time with you, both inside and outside of work. Whenever he got the chance he would pair up with you during cases, either sitting in with you while doing MRIs, or even just sitting in the lab running tests, just like Foreman and him were doing now. House allowed you to stay and monitor the patient, but he assigned Foreman and Chase to run the endless stream of labs. It made sense that you stay to monitor him, given your history in peds, but he wished that he was with you. You made him smile, no matter what you did. You made him feel warm inside, more than Cameron did when he was with her. He knew that he wanted to tell you how he was feeling, but he was not sure how.
"How would you suggest I go about telling them how I feel?" Chase asks Foreman. Foreman pulls away from his microscope, looking at Chase baffled. Chase keeps a straight face, letting Foreman know that he is serious. "Oh you're serious." Foreman states. "Um, yeah, I would like to think so." Chase adds. "Look, just plan something nice for them, or you can straight up just tell them." Foreman says to Chase, being blunt but also trying to give him some advice. Chase nods, thinking about what he could do. "Thanks Foreman." He says then goes back to running tests.
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Over the next few days, the case ended and the patient ended up having a case of sarcoidosis, and they received treatment. You stand in front of the mirror in your apartment. Your shirt hanging loose on your shoulders, and the waist band of your sweats fitting loosely on your hips. You stand there wondering if you look okay, as Chase had invited you to his apartment for a movie night. This wasn't an uncommon occurrence, but you still felt a tad self-conscious. What if you were dressed too comfortably? Should you change into something that fits, rather than something that is a few sizes too big? The thoughts are in your head are interrupted by a knock at the door of your apartment. You look over your shoulder at the clock on your night stand and it read 7:30 pm. He was right on time as always. You look at yourself one last time in the mirror, fluff your hair to make it sit how you would like it to, turn the nearby light off and head to the door. you open it to see Chase standing there. When he sees your face, his lights up with a smile, causing your own smile to form on your face.
“You ready?” Chase simply asks, hair falling in his face when he tilts his head slightly. You simply nod and he moves to the side so you can leave your apartment. You step out and lock the door behind you after you close it. Chase walks you to his car, and he opens the door for you, you climb inside and get closes the door behind you. He walks over to the other side, climbs in the car himself, starts it, and then begins the drive to his place.
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You arrived at Chase’s apartment and he walks through the door for you, so he is able to hold the door as you walk in. You slip your shoes off and walk into the living room. Your jaw drops when you see the sight in front of you. There is a large bowl filled with popcorn in the center of the coffee table in front of the large couch. There are also two glasses of wine, two more with water, and there are some of your favorite snacks on a platter. You walk further into the room and look around you in awe. There were fairy lights hung on the walls to make the lighting dimmer, and there were tons of pillows and blankets on the couch. You turn around and face Chase, and see him standing there with a bouquet of flowers. Chase was standing there sheepishly, looking extremely nervous, but happy all at the same time. He steps closer to you and holds out the flowers for you to take, which you do. "Y/N, I have wanted to tell you how I feel about you for a long time but could not find the way to do it.” Chase says then pauses for a moment. You’re so dumbfounded, and honestly can’t believe what you’re hearing. Robert Chase, the one who would tell you how he felt about Cameron, was now admitting that he loves you. “I put all of this together to show you just how I feel.” He comes over to you and takes your free hand in his. “I love you, Y/N. I have for a while now.” Chase finally finishes. You quickly press your lips to his, in a quick but gentle kiss, in which he reciprocates. You pull away with a smile. “I love you too, Robert.” You say and simply smile. “Now, how about we continue our plans for movie night?” You say with a smile.
For the rest of the night, you and Chase sit on his couch, the flowers he gave you lay on the table next to the now empty bowl of popcorn and glasses. The two of you are now asleep on the couch, your body curled into his while he has an arm around you protectively.
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dameronspector · 2 months ago
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Willow
(A Pjo and Mcu!AU)
Pairing: Bob Reynolds x Fem!ExAvenger!Reader
Chapter Summary: You are were an Avenger. But before becoming an Avenger, you were a demigod— were half human, half god—rescued and trained by Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers and Tony Stark. You were only 15, then. Fast forward 10 years later, here you were, with the three people that you looked up to, and who had saved your life, being dead. Leaving you alone and too old to go back to your camp. That left you with no choice but to pick up odd, free agent work to keep your life going with the support of your remaining family. What happens when you meet a meek, vulnerable yet the most powerful man who made you relive your worst traumas?
Warnings: No Bob in this chapter, world building + character background, Mentions of Injuries, Blood, Demons, Monsters, Canon Typical Violence, Depression, Death of a parent, Insecurities, Isolation, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Lots of Found Family content, CW+IW+Endgame timeline, Reader has magical abilities of the goddess Hecate (eg: necromancy, pyrokinesis, hypnokinesis, dark magic, etc. you can find the rest on rioridanwiki!), that’s all i think!
**this is a work of fiction. I don't own any of these characters and I have made some changes to fit the storyline better and because it's an AU. I have taken all the information from google and riordanwiki. Incase I have gotten anything wrong, please let me know!**
AN: oh i am so IN for this pjo x mcu crossover like... this is literally my childhood and adulthood mixed in one. But im also nervous omg. Also, the title is inspired by the lyirc: 'life was a willow and it bent right to your wind' from Willow by Taylor Swift. (Btw, my godly parent, as per riordanverse, is Apollo, which is yours?😁)
PS: let's assume civil war took place after the reader was recruited.
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Look, you didn't plan to abandon your camp.
But when your godly mother is Hecate, you inherit the misfortune of having night empowerment, that is, your magic was the strongest at night and the weakest during the day, which is why you were left powerless when Luke betrayed the camp and joined Kronos, poisoning Thalia's Tree. This weakened the borders and allowed monsters and demons of all kinds to target Camp Half-Blood. It's even more difficult when you were not allowed to use your godly powers in front of the whole world even if the mist would protect you. On top of it, Chiron had strict schedules and rules for your trainings so that meant no excessive or exhaustive training exercises combined with your 15 year old self, you had to heavily rely on your magic, which would often drain you if you used it incorrectly or without proper preparations.
As Hecate's daughter, you preferred solitude and so did the rest of your siblings. But that didn't mean you weren't protective over each other. In fact, you were fiercely protective, and you joined the fight to defend your cabin and your camp from the demons unleashed by Kronos. Since you were an older demi-god, it was your job to look after, and protect, the younger ones as well. And you did exactly that. In an attempt to save one of the newly claimed demi-gods, Percy Jackson, you ended up throwing him out of the way and stood way too close to the camp's border.
"Percy, stay back!", you shouted at him while using your magic to turn one of the demons into a pile of ash and golden ichor. It was nearing sunset, so you could slowly feel your powers coming back to you, but still felt your body shutting down gradually because of the overuse of your powers.
Percy was a very stubborn and reckless kid, you realized that the moment he went head to head with Clarisse La Rue. And when he got claimed by Poseidon himself, you understood where he got that hero complex from. Nevertheless, you found yourself feeling protective over him, especially since Grover and Chiron themselves vouched for him. You had taken it upon yourself to protect him, Chiron's words of worry echoing in your mind.
You had lost your father in an unfortunate accident when you were just 10 years old and that's when Hecate had officially claimed you, protecting you and guiding you to the camp. Having no family in the mortal world, you easily grew attached to your fellow campers. Which lead to you protecting them even if it costed you your life.
On top of it, you stayed up at night everyday, wishing you’d get a chance to say goodbye to your father, at least once. Wishing you’d lead a normal life. You knew how different you were from your half siblings, how it took you time to perfect your magic. All of this made you insecure of yourself, blaming yourself for any shortcomings. Chiron tried to reassure you time and time again, but the mind was a tricky place to get out of.
Percy was grunting and using all his might to fight back the angry Minotaur, his sword glinting in the yellow-orange hue of the sky. His shoes scuffed against the ground, the Minotaur using its huge obsidian black horns to push him back, Percy’s dirty blonde curls shaking violently, a sheen of sweat on his forehead. There was chaos everywhere, sounds of weapons clanking against each other and hums of magic and spells that came from the enchanted cabins, groans and roars of the creatures and a faint smell of smoke coming from somewhere behind you.
"I'm fine!", Percy called back in his breathless voice, his chest heaving with the effort. You finished off the demon that was fighting you and joined Percy, casting a protection spell, a purple bubble of your powers surround you and resist against the Minotaur. Suddenly, a Fury startled you and latched onto your back, a pained groan leaving your mouth. It lead to you breaking the protective shield around Percy, your attention diverted to the Fury.
The Furies were attacking you relentlessly, leaving scratch marks against your arms and back. You managed to conjure a spell and hurl it at them, when you heard a shout of pain. You turned your head to see that Percy was on his back while the Minotaur approached him, nostrils flaring in anger and Percy still trying to come to his bearings. Luckily, someone shot arrows to distract the Furies and you stood up quickly, your head spinning and knees weak. You rushed over and stood in front of Percy, faintly hearing Annabeth's distressed call for him to get up.
Your ears were ringing and all you could see were the Minotaur's glowing eyes and flaring nostrils, it's muscles tensed before it charged and you quickly shoved Percy down the hill before casting a spell as a barrier between you and the Minotaur.
You could see Annabeth cradling Percy against her and you sighed in relief, your eyesight turning blurry because of the exhaustion and unshed tears when the Minotaur managed to charge, pushing you out of the camp border. A choked gasp left your mouth and you could just see Annabeth's mouth open in a scream before you passed through a mist and entered the outside world. You fell on your back, the hard ground hurting your ribs, before promptly passing out.
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When you came to, your saw a white ceiling above you and a persistent beeping on your right. The harsh light hurt your eyes, which made you close them while letting out a pained wince.
"Hey, it's okay..", a calm and composed voice muttered next to you, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion because it didn't sound anything like Chiron or Mr D. Slowly opening your lids, you turned your head to the left and saw that a huge, muscular man was sitting next to you. He had cropped blonde hair, light blue eyes, and was wearing a grey t-shirt underneath a leather jacket, his hands pressed against the railing of your bed. You felt like you had seen him somewhere before, but you couldn't recall it.
Licking your dry and chapped lips, you finally spoke up, "W-Who are you? Where's Chiron?"
The man's face shifted in confusion, "Chiron? I'm sorry, I don't know who that is but--I'm Steve. Steve Rogers."
That's when it clicked you, your eyes widened in realisation, "You—oh my gods, you are Captain America...", you let out in a breathy whisper and the man-Captain America, smiled shyly.
Of course you know who he was. An advantage of being a demi-god was that you had to be aware of what was going on in the world. So obviously, you were all aware (and fans) of the Avengers. You and Grover always fought about who was that strongest Avenger—Hulk or Thor (he was Team Hulk, you were Team Thor. #demigodssupporteachother or whatever.) And you'd be lying if you said half of the kids in your camp didn't have a crush on Steve or Thor.
Which is why, him sitting so close to you was sending you, and your heart, into a frenzy, the monitor on your right beeping louder and Steve furrowed his brows in concern.
"Are you okay? Should I call a nurse-"
Your cheeks warmed in embarrassment, "No! No, I-I am okay. Thanks. How...how did I get here? Where are we?", you stammered, still a little out of it. You could make out faint memories of asking Percy to stay back and facing a Minotaur, but everything was a blur after that.
"Well, we are at the Avengers Compound. We found you near the woods at Montauk beach. Thankfully, we were doing some recon stuff and Tony informed us about a heat signature. When we got off to check it out, you were lying unconscious with a few cuts on your body. How did you even get there? It's pretty far away from civilisation", Steve asked you in confusion.
You froze. Although it would've been just another Tuesday for him, you remembered your 'oath' as a demi-god—act normal and unassuming in front of the world outside the camp. So you decided to lie for now.
"Uh- it's...it's a long story. Can we discuss it later?", you asked him hesitantly, hoping he'd believe you.
Steve nodded before helping you sit up and handed you a glass of water. You accepted it gratefully and took a few soothing sips.
"That's alright. We'll probably debrief you later. You should rest, you have a few cuts and bruised ribs. The doctor will come to check on you soon. Do you wanna contact somebody at home...?"
You froze. Since you had travelled all the way across from one end of New York to the other, you assumed that the fight must've simmered down by now. You needed to contact Chiron and inform him about your whereabouts as soon as possible.
"Uh-yes. Do you mind giving me a phone? I must've lost mine somewhere..."
Steve nodded and fished out his own cell, before leaving the room to give you some privacy.
You let out a sigh of relief after the door shut and put his phone aside, casting a mist with your powers and focusing intently to call upon Chiron. It took some time to conjure it in your exhausted state, the mist disappearing and your hands shaking after a while.
After trying for the fourth time, you finally made the connection.
"(Name)? Where are you?", Chiron's aged and worried face shimmered in the rainbow.
"Chiron! Oh gods, I'm so sorry. The Minotaur pushed me out of the borders and, you're not gonna believe this, The Avengers saved me. I'm at the Avengers Compound, right now", you explained to him and his face shifted in understanding before he let out a sigh.
"That's quite far away. When are you coming back? Are you alright?"
"I'm okay. A few cuts and bruised ribs. I- Chiron, they're gonna debrief me. What do I tell them? It's not exactly believable to say that a 15 year old came to this remote beach alone and passed out in the woods."
"Well...they're the Avengers, right? This is probably not a big deal for them. What do you think?", Chiron asked curiously.
You pursed your lips, already having made up your mind about what to do.
"I think...I think I'm gonna tell them."
Chiron gave you a knowing smile, as if he could already see what was going to go down, but he didn't stop you. He never did. He was always a very supportive and anchoring presence in all of your lives.
-
2 days later you were discharged, arms and legs bandaged and a few bandages scattered across your back.
Steve escorted you to the debrief room, where you met Natasha Romanoff and Tony Stark, who smirked at the perpetual look of awe and wonder on your face. You almost laughed at their laid back looks and how they looked ordinary out of their supersuits. Almost, because your hands were shaking at the fact that you were standing in front of literal superheroes.
You were absently picking at your chipped black nail polish when Tony addressed you.
"So...(Name)? Right?", Tony began. You nodded and he read something on a tablet before speaking up, "Apart from your father and your early school life, I couldn't find any information on you. Why's that?", he stared at you in scrutiny while Steve and Natasha sat next to him, observing.
You cleared your throat and wrung your hands together in nervousness. Not only were you sitting in front of the Earth's Mightiest Heroes, but also you were going to talk about your real identity. You just hoped they wouldn't arrest you or worse.
"Well—Before I say anything, you have to promise you won’t rat me out", you stated and the three of them hesitated before agreeing to your condition, Tony squinting his eyes in judgement.
You sighed, "I am...not completely human. I'm a demi-god. Demi-titan actually, but yeah.”
The three of them whipped their eyes to look at you, their faces frozen in shock. How was this unassuming, docile, 15 year old girl, a demi god? And how did nobody find out about this?
"I'm sorry, what?", Tony blurted out and Natasha put a hand on his arm.
"Wait, how does nobody know about this? And why should we believe you?", she questioned you sternly.
You pursed your lips before opening up your palm in front of you, a small flame hovered on it, your eyes glowing purple.
"Whoa", Steve murmured in surprise, Natasha staring at you in wonder and Tony's eyes widened in disbelief. You slowly closed your palm and extinguished the flame, your eye colour returning back to normal, hands inside the pocket of the Stark-issued jacket that they had provided you.
"You can't speak of this to anyone. In fact, whatever I'm about to tell you, none of you can ever mention this to anybody. Or you will risk multiple lives. And I mean it", you informed them in a solemn tone and they understood the gravity of your words.
All of them dutifully nodded their heads and asked you to begin, Tony activating a privacy shutdown around the room.
So you began. You told them about your father who died in a car crash and how the Greek Goddess of Magic and Witchcraft, Hecate, had claimed you. That's when you had found out that you were her daughter, her and your father being lovers. Their faces were slack with surprise, the fact that greek gods and goddesses actually existed as the same time as them was unbelievable to them and you smirked at that. You had managed to shock the Avengers themselves.
You told them how Hecate showed you the way to the camp and you spent the next 5 years of your life there, under the guidance of a centaur named Chiron and the god Dionysus. You told them about the attack, how you were thrown outside the camp's borders and that's why you landed in the woods, making sure to not reveal the exact location of the camp. You also told them about your powers, what you can do with your magic, how much can you handle and how it is the strongest at night and dark places and the weakest during the day.
"I-Wow. This is a lot. You are a lot. I have a lot of questions", Tony replied and leaned his head against his hands.
You shrugged, "I really can't tell you anything more than this. I can't risk my family's life. Please, may I go now?"
All of them exchanged looks and asked you to step out for sometime, before calling you back in after 15 minutes.
"(Name)...look. We...have someone like you on our team now. Her name is Wanda Maximoff. Both of you share the same powers, minus the godly parent thing. You'd be an useful asset to the team and she’d help you train. Plus, we'd protect you in return. No more ending up in random woods, no more fighting demons and what not", Tony proposed and you froze.
"What?", you asked in disbelief. Did he really just ask you if you wanted to leave behind your old life and start this one like you knew any of them personally?
“I can’t just leave my home and be an Avenger!”, you said incredulously.
Natasha and Steve sighed before Natasha spoke up, “Look, I get it. It’s not exactly easy to just join us and there’s probably complications that we can’t even imagine. But, think about it. You’d get a place to stay, protection, and appropriate training. You’re only 15, (Name), don’t you think you should be going to school instead of having to constantly look over your shoulder? I know why you went to the camp. It’s so that you don’t end up lonely. I get that, trust me”, she tried to reason and you felt your stomach twist in indignation.
“I’m sorry? I’m not gonna let you sit there and guilt trip me like that, Ms. Romanoff. Let’s not act like you guys live any better lives than we do. And I do go to school, by the way”, you said heatedly, your eyes glowing a muted purple, feeling defensive over your home. Natasha and Steve were silent for a moment while Tony was too busy typing something in the tablet.
You clenched your fists and let out a breath, calming yourself down, “Now, if you’re done, I’d like to leave”, you conceded before standing up and leaving the room in a haste.
“Wait—(Name)!”, Tony’s voice called out and you reluctantly stopped, turning around in irritation.
“Sit down for a moment, will you?”, he requested you and sat down on the sofa outside the room. You grumbled and sat opposite him on the cushioned chair.
Tony began by holding out his hands to placate you, “Listen. We’re not trying to guilt-trip you. I swear. You’ve got potential, kid. And I know how difficult it must’ve been for you to navigate after your father’s death. I get that, I’ve been there. You’re just 15. And we can help you. You mentioned a name—Chiron, right? I assume he's your camp counselor or something?"
You gave him a hesitant nod.
"Why don’t you talk about this with him?”, he offered.
You paused for a moment, mulling over his words. You swallowed in nervousness before replying, “Okay.”
Tony pulled out his phone but you stopped him, “Uh- we can’t use mobile phones. Alerts the monsters and all that.”
Tony made a face, his eyes wrinkling behind his tinted glasses, “How do you talk to people, then?”
You gave him a smirk and conjured a mist, both of your hands splayed out in front of you, before closing your eyes and calling out to Chiron.
“What the fuck?”, Tony muttered next to you and you opened your eyes, seeing Chiron in the rainbow covered mist.
“Chiron…h-how’s everything there? Is everybody alright?”, you asked him tentatively, your leg moving up and down in anxiety, worried about your fellow campers and your siblings.
Chiron sighed in exhaustion, “I won’t lie to you and say it’s alright. Many of the kids, your cabin included, are injured. Grover, the nymphs and the Apollo cabin are tending to all of them. The camp…it’s a mess. Part of our stables is completely burnt, Thalia was barely saved, the hill is covered in small fires, dining area is destroyed…and since the borders are yet to be closed, it’s going to take a while to rebuild.”
Your chest ached, you didn’t want to pile this up on the old man right now. He was already going through a lot.
“Just say it, (Name)”, Chiron quipped. You snapped your head up to look at him. Of course Chiron already sensed you wanted to share something. On your left, Tony was staring at you and Chiron closely—with wonder and something else shimmering in his eyes.
“This is Tony Stark, you know him. Iron Man and Billionaire”, you introduced them before Tony slid in close to you and waved at Chiron. You swallowed before deciding to just bite the bullet, “Chiron, they’ve proposed that I join the team”, you let out in a breath and lowered your eyes in shame.
“Okay. What have you decided?”, Chiron’s calm voice asked you.
You stuttered, “I’m-”, but you knew your answer.
You wanted to get away from the camp for the past 3 years. The place reminding you too much of your father and how you were lesser than the others. How you stuck out like a sore thumb.
But even if you joined the Avengers, you’d still stand out. You’d have to constantly hold back and be careful to avoid hurting others, stay focused and train harder to gain control over yourself and avoid contact altogether, to save them from the monsters that would follow your scent.
But you wanted to do this. The thrill of attending school without getting distracted by some Greek mythological creature following you and finally leaving the camp to try and lead a mundane life was too strong to ignore. You steeled yourself and looked at Chiron.
“I’m doing this, Chiron. I’m sorry”, you could see Tony’s eyes widen next to you and Chiron’s understanding smile.
Chiron was the next thing to a father that you had. His progressive and supportive energy kept you going for the 5 years that you spent in the camp. You would always be grateful for his wisdom and protection.
You felt your eyes tear up before Chiron instructed, “Don’t apologise, my child. You can come to the camp tomorrow. We’ll see you then. Take care.”
You gave him a wet smile and broke the connection, staring at your hands in intense concentration. A few quiet moments passed before Tony nudged you lightly, garnering your attention. You turned your head to the side to look at him with tearful eyes.
“You did good. We’ll discuss the rest when you come back tomorrow, hm?”, he murmured.
You simply nodded in agreement.
-
You went back to the camp to meet your family for the last time. Bidding farewell to your siblings and your favourite trio—Annabeth, Grover and Percy—along with Chiron and Mr. D. It was a tearful goodbye, Grover and Annabeth crying and Percy trying his best to stifle his. When you went to hug him, he begrudgingly returned it, murmuring into your shoulder that he was upset at you.
You cried harder at that.
After gathering all your stuff from the cabin and bidding everyone goodbye, they walked you to the camp’s borders. Chiron asked you to make a small promise to him, that while you would lead a double life now, you’d try your best to keep this part of it hidden, which meant no sudden iris messages or surprise visits. You vehemently agreed, reassuring him that you’d do anything to protect them and him promising his support to you, anytime.
And then you left. For your new life. As the Demi-God Avenger.
-
"Well, this is your room, I tried my best to design it to suit you, but if you want any changes, just let me know or shout out to FRIDAY."
"FRIDAY?", you asked in confusion.
Tony smirked in that classic manner of his, "FRIDAY, welcome our newest member."
"Of course, boss. Welcome to the Avengers Compound, Miss (Name). This would be your room and if you need anything, you can just call out my name. I'll assist you at any time."
You jumped when you heard the dismembered voice. It was coming from the entire room, it seemed. Now, you were used to hearing voices out of thin air, but this? The fact that this was achieved without magic was so fascinating to you.
"Whoa...", you breathed out in disbelief, your mouth falling open in awe and your eyes flitting around the entire room.
Tony chuckled next to you, "Yeah, I know. Anyways, settle down and you can join us for lunch or order somethin', if you want. I'll be busy in a meeting and Natasha has gone for an assignment. Steve must be in the gym or the library and it's your lucky day because Bruce is in the labs as well. So, if you need anything, you can go to those two, yeah?"
You nodded absently, and he took your leave. Looking around the room, you took notice of how Tony had personalised it for you.
The room was painted in a terracotta colour, a huge bed in the middle on your left side that was covered in a cream coloured bedsheet, purple coloured duvet, a mountain of cream, purple and yellow coloured pillows. Next to the bed were two side tables, both of them a dark mahogany wood, the one closest to you had a beautiful moon lamp on it. There was a desk lined by the wall in front of the bed, it was in the same dark mahogany wood as the side tables, a purple coloured chair placed in front of it. The bed's left side had an in-the-wall book shelf, and next to it was a huge floor-to-ceiling length window that sprawled across the wall, it was covered in glass and had a sliding door to give you access to the lush green lawn of the compound. The window swathed the room in a golden hue of the afternoon sun, the view of the sun peeking through the trees and leaves moving in the slight breeze putting you at ease right away.
You took in a deep breath, the scent of a lavender candle tickling your nose and you felt like this was home. Your eyes welled up with tears at that.
You see, as the child of a minor goddess, you and your siblings did not have your own cabin. You had to share with the Hermes kids who shared with other minor gods' kids and it was chaotic. You never had a chance to have a place of your own. The fact that Tony, a man you had just met, had done this just to make you feel at home and even allowed you to make any changes as you desire, was everything to you. You'd be forever grateful for how he took you in and let you live at his place as if you always belonged.
You decided to spend the whole day in your room, unpacking your stuff and arranging it. There was a door on the right of the desk that was most likely the bathroom. You opened it and were shocked at the sight in front of you--the bathroom was huge, with a large bathtub and a shower cubicle on the left. You didn't notice it at first, but as soon as you entered, there was another door on the right which lead into the closet, which was substantially big enough for you. After arranging your clothes in it and taking in your room once more, you decided to walk out and thank Tony for all of this.
Tony just waved you off, stopping your attempts at thanking him, telling you to feel at home and pull up your socks for the training, instead. After having dinner with them and introducing yourself to Bruce, you went back to your room and just crashed, falling asleep immediately for the first time in your life.
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2016
It's been a whole year since you became an Avenger and moved into the compound. You had settled in quite well, making a friend in Wanda who trained you everyday to control your powers (which, you were sure, that Hecate must have rolled her eyes at), and had a dysfunctional family of superheroes now, being extremely close to all of them. Even if that was the case, you were the closest to Natasha, Tony and Steve--the three people who had given you this life. Soon you met Vision, Rhodey, Clint and Sam, and you got along with all of them quite well except Clint, whom you found a little annoying.
You were still undergoing training, so Tony put you on schedules with Natasha, who taught her widow techniques to you and Steve, who taught you how to make proper use of your body's natural strength. Sam was another great sparring partner, his flexibility and agility as a gymnast and athlete was fascinating to you and he was fun to talk to, always cracking jokes and treating you to lunch later.
You were the unofficial baby of the group so they all took turns to be protective over you and babysit you (you'd be lying if you said you didn't like that.) All of them were fond of how smart and polite you were, but at the same time fearful of your powers and did everything to avoid upsetting you as any tumultuous emotion caused you to lose control, destroying anything around you. You had accidentally burnt down a part of the kitchen when Clint wouldn't stop annoying you, a purple burst of irritation blazing the entire right side of the kitchen, narrowly missing the gas pipes.
Clint was banned from talking to you after that incident.
As for the school part, you did attend school and made new friends there as well- Peter Parker, Ned Leeds and MJ. You were an year older than them, but the school required you to retake your classes so you had to start in the same grade as them. This was your little bubble, the three of them keeping you company everyday and Aunt May spoiling you to her heart's content. You loved how motherly and caring she was, always looking forward to the days she'd invite you over for lunch or dinner or when you and Ned went to Peter's for a movie night.
Safe to say, you had settled in like you always belonged here. No interference from any titans or demons or gods, enjoying your mundane life with your new family and friends. You had gotten inspired to change your room as well-- your godly gifts also included being an amazing interior designer and innovator--so you turned your bed into a four poster with beige curtains hanging from it, an enchanted sky ceiling that showed you the constellations any time that you want, your bathroom was transformed into half covered by dark, moody purple tiles and you had casted a spell to increased the size of your room, turning it into a gym, or a kitchen, or a garden, if you had one of those days where the commotion in the compound became too much. Everyone was freaked out by the way you could transform things into whatever you wished to but they got over it soon, watching you in wonder and requesting the same for their rooms (which you politely declined because using too much of your powers exhausted you.)
-
Imagine the whiplash when a few months later, your family was arguing over some papers, had split into two, had asked you to pick a side, and were now fighting against each other in the middle of an airport.
Steve had told you about his best friend, Bucky, when you came across an article of them on the internet. Now, you knew who he was and what happened to him, but hearing it from Steve, who had lived to see what happened, was an experience and it gave you the real story instead of the gossip-y and juicy stories squeezed out by media outlets. When you saw the news that Bucky had assassinated King T’Chaka, it was a shock. You didn’t believe he could’ve done that. In fact, you didn’t blame Bucky for whatever he did for most of his life.
But when that man in the footage looked eerily familiar to Bucky, who was going to listen to a 16 year old new recruit?
Tony and Steve argued. Steve, Sam and Natasha broke the law for Bucky and were branded as criminals. The rest of them picked sides. Tony supporting the accords, Steve being against it. And your family broke apart. Now you must be wondering, what did you do?
You opted out. It went against your morals and your affection for the team. The betrayal you felt, when Wanda chose to broke out of the compound and join Steve, was something serious. You hadn’t expected that to happen and you surely hadn’t expected for Clint to be an even bigger asshole and convince Wanda to break out. You argued with the two of them but they did not give you a chance to placate, leaving in a haste while Wanda put Vision six feet under ground when he tried to stop her. If she could do that to Vision, whom she liked, you didn't want to imagine what she could've done to you.
Rhodey had asked you for a last time, whether you wanted to join them or not. You strongly opposed, stating that you’d stay in the compound or at a friend’s. After Wanda left, you were originally going to stay back but then you received May’s call, that Peter had left for a study tour and you straightened up in alarm. There was no study tour. You packed up an overnight bag and left for Queens, choosing to spend the night with May instead.
Come morning, May was rightfully worried as Peter’s phone wasn’t working anymore and he didn’t answer any of her calls or texts. You were proper annoyed. You just had a hunch that he was at the airport, but when you summoned a connection through the mist—it was confirmed. There he was, in Tony’s private jet, on his way to Germany.
See, you always found his excuses for missing out on stuff dumb, the nervousness and lies practically bleeding through his clothes and body. But you chose to humour him, not wanting to stress him out. But there he was, sitting in the jet, in a fucking Spider-Man suit. As if that’s not a big deal.
You were worried you’d scare May off by accidentally blasting out your powers, so you decided to meditate instead. You stayed with her for the whole day, keeping her company and distracting her. And the next day, you received an alert on your watch from FRIDAY that everyone had returned. You hastily took May’s leave and arrived at the compound to find out—a whole chunk of your family was missing, Tony was sporting a black eye and a broken arm, and him and Natasha looking at you with grim faces.
“What the hell happened?”, you muttered carefully, the compound’s common area was way too quiet.
Tony looked away in guilt, Natasha looked at you in concern.
“Hey…are you okay?”, she asked tentatively, as if preparing you for the worst.
“Nat, I asked you something. What the hell happened? Where is everyone?”, your voice wavered, a lump lodged in your throat.
Tony shook his head, avoiding your eyes at all costs while Nat let out a tired sigh.
“Well, to cut the story short—Steve, Clint, Sam and Bucky are in the raft. They are declared as criminals of the state”, your eyes widened in shock, “Wanda and Vision are on the run. Don’t know where they are right now.”
“What the fuck? Tony? What—and what happened to you? Where’s Rhodey? What even happened between you all?”, you growled, irritated with Tony’s non-verbal stance.
Tony took a deep breath before finally meeting your eye, his black eye making it difficult for him to focus without wincing.
“Rhodey…got shot out of the sky. Paralysed from the lower spine and below. He’s getting operated on right now. Might— Will need prosthetics. And uh-I fought with Cap and Barnes”, his voice was low and heavy with guilt, like he was already blaming himself for everything.
Your eyes widened, “What”, you breathed out, “How—what the fuck even happened, how did it escalate so badly? Huh?”, your voice rose in anger, eyes lightly glowing a muted purple, a purple-blue flame simmering at your fingertips.
Natasha held up her hands to placate you, “Hey—kid, it’s okay. I know this is a lot—”
“Of fucking course, it’s a lot! What were you guys thinking? All of this over a piece of fucking paper? And now—now most of them are on the run, are wanted as criminals and in the hospital? And Tony—”, you pointed a finger at him, “what was Peter doing there?!”
Tony’s eyes widened in surprise, “How—”
“Yeah. He’s my friend. And my classmate. And I have powers that help me track down someone who’s miles away from me”, the flame at your fingertips was slowly engulfing your hand, your eyes turning a brighter purple now. Natasha came close to you, her hand slowly settling on your shoulders in support.
Tony swallowed, his face shifting in pain, “I’m sorry. I’m really—I don’t know what to say, kid. What’s happened, happened. We—I fucked up. I’ll…I’ll try fixing it”, his eyes turned glassy by the end of that sentence and he turned back, walking away from you and Natasha.
You gritted your teeth and clenched your hands into tight fists, your eyes glowing a brighter purple now. The lights started flickering, a few scattered objects and frames shaking, Natasha looked at you in shock and fear.
“Hey-hey, hey, come on. Look at me—(Name), come on. Don’t do this. It’ll be alright. I got you, sweetheart”, Natasha said in a gentle voice, wrapping you in her safe arms. You closed your eyes in resignation, hands relaxing, the common area going back to normal, and you leaned into Natasha, a few tears slipping from your eyes.
You weren’t afraid of being alone, no. But you were human. And somehow, you were that one defective child of Hecate that craved for human connection. You had already lost your blood family. You had to leave behind your half family. And now? Now your found family was broken too. And slowly, your brain started working overtime to convince you that maybe, maybe you were the problem.
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2018
2 years since your family broke up. 3 since you became an Avenger.
A lot had changed since then.
You grew up, of course. You were 18 and you were a trained Avenger now. Which meant you could assist the rest of them on missions.
But it was of no use because Steve, Sam, Bucky, Wanda, Vision, Clint—they were all still estranged from the rest of you. You found out about Scott, who was put on house arrest along with Clint. You found out that Bucky was in Wakanda, undergoing treatment for his arm and the trigger words. You were really happy when you found out about that. Natasha was also on the run with Steve and Sam. You didn’t know where they went, originally. Rhodey had recovered, his new prosthetics helping him move around easily.
Steve and Tony had made up, for the most of it. Steve sent a letter and a burner phone for Tony to call him on, which felt awfully similar to an exes to lovers thing. You also found out that Steve had lied about Bucky killing Tony’s parents. That one gave you a massive shock. You couldn’t believe that Steve could do something stupid and...immoral like that. And suddenly, you understood Tony’s anger towards him and Bucky.
But he had already forgiven Steve and the others, that much was clear. It was clear to you the moment you saw him in the sling and black eye 2 years ago, his shoulders drawn in like a small child, and you sensed it immediately on him. That was the thing about Tony, he was quick to take all the blame on him and forgive others in his own begrudging and annoying way.
Then you confronted Peter about his superhero activities.
He stuttered his way through the confession and you eventually stopped grilling him, taking pity on his poor face that was red with nervousness, and decided to let him in your secret. He was positively buzzing then, unable to wrap his head around the fact that his best friend was a "fucking--demi-god/demi-titan, whatever, oh my god!" (his words, not yours.) He even made you show your powers to him, ooh-ing at every single spell that you cast in Latin and Greek and the purple shimmer of your magic.
You decided to train yourself harder, wanting to be prepared the next time your help is required in any mission. Practicing with the book of spells and witchcraft that your mother, Hecate, had gifted you after a quest, with your room shut out from the outside world, the smells of burning incense and herbs permeating your bones and every corner of the room. Tony would be freaked out at your training rituals but you assured him that it was just for concentration purposes.
Chiron would contact you every now and then, you would chat with him, Annabeth, Grover and Percy and that would make you feel lighter. They kept you entertained and updated about the stuff happening around the camp or in their lives, with Grover--being your favourite gossiper--subtly hinting at Percy and Annabeth getting closer to admitting their very obvious crushes on each other. That made you happy and sad at the same time because you couldn’t witness that first hand.
You even introduced them to Tony and Peter. Tony and Annabeth had a long nerdy conversation, after which Tony told you that he was greatly impressed and asked if he could give her an internship, while Grover and Percy had a great time exchanging memes and pop culture with Peter.
It was pretty mundane for these two years. You gelled in with Pepper and Happy, becoming an unofficial member of the Stark family along with Peter, who was also an intern at Stark industries now, you kept an eye on Steve and the others, just to reassure yourself that they were okay, although Wanda was keeping you out, wanting to stay hidden for longer and Bucky was still undergoing his treatment. Sometimes you'd see him step out of his hut and feed the sheep, play with the kids, take walks with Princess Shuri minus his metallic arm, but most importantly—you were happy to see that he looked healthy.
-
But then came the ugly purple giant and his army of equally nasty alien soldiers and ruined your life. You went to space with Tony, he was fully against it but you insisted, because your powers could actually be helpful against an extraterrestrial. You fought along side Tony, Peter and the Guardians. You even came close to removing the godforsaken gauntlet from Thanos' hand.
But then it suddenly ended. Time stopped. And everyone started disappearing.
Peter disappeared into a pile of ash right in front of you and Tony, departing with a quiet 'I'm Sorry' and you waited for the same to happen to you, but it never came. You leaned back against the debris of the fallen moon, your blown wide in a state of shock, hands shaking violently while Tony tried to bring you back to life.
You were stuck in that space ship with him and Nebula for god knows how long. Tony's cheeks were hollowed, skin pale, movements slower and you couldn't bear to watch that. You weren't doing any better. You had gone quiet and sluggish, half heartedly listening to Tony and Nebula playing a game of paper football. He fed you the remaining rations, forcing you to eat but eventually he lost his own energy, filming one last message in the helmet of his Iron suit and leaned back into the pilot seat in exhaustion. You had passed out long back, falling unconscious with hunger and the lack of energy or hope.
-
You opened your eyes to a white ceiling, eyes straining against the curtain of exhaustion and confusion, your body weak and limp on the soft bed. You noticed a figure move in the corner of your eye and notice a mop of blonde hair, the whole scene giving you a sense of deja vu, and then you heard his voice.
"Kid?", your eyes flew open. Steve was sitting next to you. Alive. It's been 2 years since you saw him. Your eyes welled up with tears and he laid an empathetic hand on your shoulder, thumb rubbing it gently to soothe you.
"W-where are the others..", you managed to get out and his face turned solemn.
"Nat, Clint, Scott, Rhodey, Bruce--they're all here. The rest..", he trailed off and shook his head. It was enough to make you aware of the situation, swallowing harshly against the lump in your throat as you froze.
Your chest ached as you realised-- you had lost half of your family once again.
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2023
It's been 5 years since the snap. 5 years since you lost your family again and 5 years of you wallowing in your sorrows, your magic slowly inching towards a darker side. All that anger, sadness and frustration was simmering beneath your blood, ready to unleash at any moment.
Steve and Natasha kept you close, keeping a vigilant eye on you--almost helicopter parenting you--which was funny, because you were 23 years old now. Tony had retired. Completely given up. He had chosen a secluded cabin and shifted there after his and Pepper's marriage. You were glad he took the decision. But a part of you felt angry, because you couldn't have that luxury and you couldn't check on Camp Half-Blood either, the fear of attracting more monsters making you paranoid.
So you simply sat back and observed, waiting for the right moment to strike back, your magic pulsing beneath your veins, waiting to be released.
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Slowly, people started joining--Thor came back extremely depressed with a talking raccoon who was a part of the Guardians' team, then there was Carol Danvers, who was cool and looked every bit of the leader that she is, and suddenly it was a full house again.
You, Steve, Natasha and Scott had gone to convince Tony to help out when Bruce's (or Professor Hulk's, honestly that was a little scary to you) attempts at making a time machine failed miserably. When you reached the cabin, you stopped dead in your tracks at the visual.
Tony and Pepper had a daughter now, the sight of him cuddled up with her making your eyes well up with tears, wishing you had the same. It was difficult to convince him, naturally, with him having a family now.
"I'm really happy for you, Tony", you whispered and gave him a soft smile, waving a hand to Morgan who shyly returned it before running back inside, "But please, think about it. It's been five years", you requested him and he pursed his lips, the gray in his hair catching the light and his brown eyes glassy with emotion. You knew he would join you. You knew you were asking a lot from him, that he wouldn't sleep peacefully if he did this.
And he did do it. He made time travel possible. And he remade the gauntlet. Only Tony Stark could make it happen. All of you, joined by Clint, went back in time, to gather those stones. And Clint returned without Natasha. It took Tony and Steve together to calm you down before you destroyed the entire set up. You didn't even get time to recover from it when the entire compound collapsed. It was infiltrated and attacked by Thanos and his army again.
You had exhausted yourself thoroughly, casting spells left and right to protect someone or to kill an alien. You protected Clint when he had the gauntlet in his hand, you protected Nebula when she was attacking another alien, you conjured a spell to create the Empousai, who sucked the blood out of the aliens, you used your pyrokinetic powers to light up anything on fire and deflect attacks, you even tried to use your time manipulation powers to reverse the events but the stones and Thanos' power was too strong, him using the power stone to fling you across the field where you dropped down harshly, knocking against the hard ground violently.
That's when you saw, felt and heard, the buzz of a million spirals in the field, the magic of the mystical arts, cast by Strange, Wong and their supporters and you faintly made out blurry figures whizz past you. Suddenly a strong hand clamped around your arm, pulling you up slowly and letting you lean against them, your eyes flying open in surprise when you saw that it was Bucky.
This meant that everyone was back. Bucky handed you over to Tony, who helped you sit up and you heard a thwip above you, hands helping the two of you stand up, the field around you was engulfed in chaos and sounds of pain and fighting. When the person started speaking, you and Tony snapped your heads up to stare at Peter.
Your best friend, Peter. Tony's son, Peter.
The two of you were crying, listening to Peter's nerdy ramble with fond attention before Tony wrapped him up in a hug, Peter quieting down and returning the hug, his eyes closed in contentment and he grabbed your arm to pull you in, the three of you embracing each other in silence.
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You thought everything was okay now. You thought it was over and all of you could go home, try to mend each other again, when suddenly a bright light blinded you, your concentration breaking and hands coming up to cover your face. When the light faded away, you noticed that it was too quiet.
Everyone had stopped fighting, looking at each other helplessly, trying to figure what just happened when you heard a sound of metal against metal, a body dragging down a piece of debris. You whipped your head to the side to see--Tony. His right side was charred and gray, like he had walked through a wild fire, his eyes were blank, body language sluggish and exhausted.
You felt it--His heartbeat was slower. His breathing too thin. You could feel his soul fighting to stay alive, and you fell to your knees, Steve's arms coming around you to keep you grounded, your eyes brimmed with tears and face damp with them as you saw Rhodey, Pepper and Peter say their goodbyes to Tony.
Peter was held back by Rhodey, his body shaking violently with sobs, Pepper was murmuring something and every single person standing around them had tears in their eyes. You crawled over to Tony, placing a careful hand on his cold forehead, and you whispered a soothing spell, one that would lessen his pain in his last moments.
"Thank you for everything, T", you whispered wetly, his blank eyes shining with tears as he tried to move his head to look at you and abruptly stood up, crying into Steve's shoulder for god knows how long.
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As if losing two of the most important people in your life wasn't enough, right after Tony's funeral ended, Steve decided to leave you.
He left you, Sam and Bucky behind, without any warning. Well, you assumed Bucky knew but Steve had still betrayed you and Sam. He left the shield behind with Sam, passing the mantle of Captain America to him. You felt proud but empty, unable to celebrate as you were shaking with annoyance at Steve's nonchalance and ignorance.
"Take care and don't underestimate yourself. You still have a family", he told you and gestured towards the two men standing at the end of the grassy path, the wrinkles and white hair making him look like a stranger.
In a way, he was a stranger. This wasn't the same Steve Rogers that you knew. You had walked away furiously, your chest hurting with the pain and frustration. Sam and Bucky watched you leave helplessly, the three of you caught in the same dilemma.
First it was your dad. Then it was Natasha. Then Tony. And now Steve.
Your life had completely uprooted itself and you weren't the same anymore. So as Hecate and fate would have it, you went back to your old friend: isolation.
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2024
Yeah alright, you had said you would isolate yourself blah blah blah.
But turns out, you can’t resist Sam Wilson, with his big brown eyes and gentle voice working overtime to convince you. He had been the one to coax you out of your depressed state and the dingy apartment that you lived in (that wasn’t dingy at all on the inside, but the exterior helped you to stay undercover. Sam lost his mind when he discovered that you could do the decor stuff too.)
You’d been out of service for a whole year, choosing to keep to yourself, keeping your head down, leaving your apartment only to go for grocery runs or food—that’s all. You didn’t contact anybody, didn’t take up any assignments, didn’t use your magic for saving-the-world-purposes-nothing. You felt like an empty shell of your previous self and there was an ever lasting ache in your heart, your mind constantly sending signals that something—someone was missing.
But when Sam came knocking on your door, scolding you for being off the grid and so difficult to track, he managed to convince you to join him and Bucky for a small party at Sam’s hometown.
You refused, shutting him down quickly. He observed you closely with the eyes of a soldier then--taking in your black sweats, dark blue oversized hoodie dwarfing your body, the bags under your eyes, the smell of lavender and herbs that seemed to stick to you, the dim yet large ambience of your home, the constant fidgeting with your hands--and he let out a big sigh, his heart squeezing with empathy for you.
In way you reminded him of Bucky, who was nothing less than a wounded animal in the initial days. That’s what you looked like.
He then tried to break you by telling you that Bucky wanted you to come, knowing you had wanted to talk to him for a long time, and you perked up at that, reluctantly agreeing to his invitation and also because you couldn't say no to Sam's big-eyed-kicked-puppy-look anymore.
You went to Louisiana with him and joined his family’s cookout. Sam encouraged you to dress up and you did it for him, making yourself presentable after months--wearing a striped blue and white shirt, paired with your most comfortable pair of jeans, your favourite shoes, a brown handbag that Natasha had gifted you, your hair pulled up in a neat hairstyle and your face touched up with light concealer (those eye bags were serious.)
When you got there, the entire place was bustling with happy families and deliciously smelling meals. You eventually spotted Bucky, noticing that his hair was shorter now, and he was playing with 2 teenaged boys. That brought a tiny smirk to your face, happy yet surprised to see him so free and excited like this. Bucky spotted you and ran over, shocked to see you. He tackled you in a hug, a surprised squeal leaving your mouth before you returned the gesture. Sam’s sister and his nephews welcomed you with opened arms, making you forget your pain and suffering for sometime.
That night, you hugged Sam close and cried into his shoulder, him reassuring you that he’d stick around and that he wanted you to work with them. After Sam went to bed, you sat by the dock and looked at the water, the moonlight making it sparkle and Bucky joined you, the two of you chatting for a while before he extended his hand for a possible friendship and acquaintance, and you hesitantly but happily accepted.
This is how you began your new journey, with your new family.
Chapter 2
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groovygardenershark · 2 months ago
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gnawing at the bars of its enclosure
started watching Chicago fire cos Chase
and I can hear the Aussie trying to break out behind his American accent
it’s so damn funny
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reidsapplelady · 3 months ago
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PAST IS PAST (part I) — /S. Reid/ & /R. Chase/
SUMMARY: when your ex, Robert Chase, and House's team, is brought in to consult on a case, old feelings start to surface. Caught between Chase's flirting and Reid's quiet affection, you find yourself caught between a love triangle, and a choice that you have to make.
spencer x psych!bau!reader x chase ⸝⸝ fluff & slight angst ⸝⸝ co-workers to lovers
WARNINGS: reader has attachment and commitment issues! wow!!, house being sassy as always (i cant tell if i made him too sassy), past!ppth!reader x chase, present!psych!bau!reader x spencer, use of y/n
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There was a different kind of tension in the air, usually there's no tension at all. It reminded you of your old memories that you have put in the back of your mind, all because he was here. Your old love.
You called House to assist you guys in a case alongside with the CDC, you didn't know he'd be bringing the entire team.
You tried to not show the fact that you were tense. You'd survive UnSubs threatening or flirting at you, but the thought of seeing him again, after all this time, left your breath a little shorter.
You made your way into the briefing room, as soon as you walked in, you locked eyes with him. Robert Chase, who was leaning against the other doorway, his arms crossed against his chest, his blonde hair a little longer than the last you've seen him.
"I called House only, why're you guys here." You inquired as you looked at House, who was sitting down on a chair like he owned the entire place.
"I leapt at the chance to work with a bunch of people who think behavioral profiling is a science. And I thought, 'Wow! a little reunion could shake things up!' and then I forcefully dragged them here." House teased as he set his cane on his lap, his legs were set on the table. you did not hesitate to give him the finger before sitting down right next to Spencer, as Chase sat right next to you. What a great way to start this briefing.
"So, my favorite emotionally stunted overachiever, how are you doing?" He asks with genuine curiosity, "You traded white coats with black vests, what a downgrade."
"I'm fine, House." You roll your eyes.
The briefing room felt too full. Hotch stood where the screen was with Garcia, Reid was playing with his whiteboard marker that he grabbed not too long ago, Morgan kept glancing at House, as if waiting for him to start chaos, and everyone else was doing their own thing.
"This is cute," House stated as he peered at the organized folders on the table. "Did the behavioral pixies color-code the victims too?"
"That's enough." Hotch said curtly, Cameron just smiled politely, while Foreman rolled his eyes and looked like he regretted the entire trip.
House ignored Hotch, "Three victims." House said as he swiped through the tablet screen like they bored him. "All died horribly with consistent symptoms. Question is: Was it mother nature or a very enthusiastic bioterrorist?"
"You called me because you guys are desperate, well good news: I love desperate." House puts emphasis on the word 'love', he certainly knew himself well.
Rossi narrowed his eyes as he stared at House. "Do you always talk like this?"
"Only when I'm awake." House replies.
Morgan raised an eyebrow at House's reply to Rossi. "You always this subtle?”
"No, but I can turn it down if your fragile ego needs coddling." House replies as his gaze falls on Morgan, who was now trying to hold back the urge to argue with House.
Hotch rubbed his temple as he spoke, "How long is this gonna take?"
House looks at him dead in the eye. "Depends. How long is your team gonna stop ignoring the tension between boy genius and girl wond—"
You cut him off, "House."
"What? I'm just saying." He says as he shrugged.
You looked at Spencer beside you, he was trying to cover his face with the file, but you could see his ears reddening. Which made your cheeks heat up too. What you didn't know was Chase was looking at you.
"Can we focus." You request, your eyes now landed on the floor as you shifted uncomfortably in your chair.
"Sure," House then turns his head to face Chase, "Remember when they used to cry during night shifts at the cafeteria? Good times."
"House," Chase snaps
Spencer's gaze looked at you before turning to House. "You were under him?" He asks you as he was staring at House
"Yeah, and these two, right here, were practically walking HR violations, they did more than teamwork alright." House overshares as he pointed at you and Chase, he then noticed Spencer's little frown that he had plastered on his face but ignored it.
Cameron made a strangled noise, Foreman sighed deeply and Spencer looked like someone had punched him in the gut.
"The past is past." You say as you set the tablet on the table.
"I was just giving context." House put the two of his hands up as you just sighed.
After that, Spencer's gaze never met you again, of course, House notices this, "I love federal drama," he said brightly, but only Cameron and Foreman heard him. "better than HBO." He snickers.
You roll your eyes before Hotch speaks up again, "Okay, JJ and Prentiss, go talk to the victims' families, get any background that may be useful, Morgan, Rossi and I will go investigate the crime scenes, while you and Reid stay here and help them." Hotch's gaze were set on you as he mentions you and Spencer.
Chase chuckled before turning to you, "Is your boss this broody?" He raises an eyebrow.
"Kind of, but he's nice, I swear." You smile at him. You then turn to your old colleagues in front of you.
"Nice to see you again, Y/N." Cameron flashes a small smile at you.
"Nice to see you guys again, too." You turn to face Spencer "Spence, you alright?" You say. You noticed that Spencer has been zoning out for a bit.
He snaps out of it before he mutters, "Hm? Oh yeah." before shifting in his seat to a more comfortable position as he avoids your gaze.
"Let's take a look at victimology first, the three victims all have brown hair. It's highly likely they're surrogates." Spencer says as he flips through his case file, you just nod at his words.
"Surrogates?" Foreman asks.
"Surrogates are victims that represents or looks similar to someone that the UnSub hates or loves and over time they'll evolve eventually to kill that person." Spencer rambled, as his hands were making gestures as he explained.
"Of course. Foreman, you're dumb." House stated as he looks at Foreman, Foreman just bit his inner cheek and ignored him.
"Aside from you know, obvious details. Is there anything else in common? Like do they have a dead beat husband? Or are they having an affair with the smoking hot next-door-neighbor?" House inquires as he taps his finger against his cane, Spencer found his use of inappropriate terms very unnecessary but he ignored it.
"Mm, we don't have that much information yet, I'm sure Prentiss and JJ would give us some sort of background before we could actually dive in." You say as you look at House.
"This is gonna be one hell of a case." Chase says as his eyes darts to his team that was in front of him before to you and Spencer. "I mean, using airborne diseases as a method to kill someone? Atleast we know it has to be someone with a science background."
"The CDC's already investigating the disease, I called you guys because you're here to lend a helping hand." You purse your lips as you cross your arms on your chest.
As you guys kept talking, at one point you guys decided to end the meeting and try to figure out what the disease may be based off of the symptoms.
You were looking out the window in the briefing room, you notice a figure slowly approaching you, which is why you turn around. And you see Chase. Right in front of you. He gives you a small smile before sitting at the couch right next to where you're standing.
"So.. It's been a while." He spoke up, which caught your attention.
"I guess so." You shrug as your gaze go back to the view of the city.
He paused before speaking up, "I got you coffee, by the way." Your gaze then landed on him, then on his hands. You didn't notice he was holding two mugs.
"Two teaspoons of sugar? Like how you liked it back then." He smiles as he offered you the coffee, you took it before taking a sip.
"You remembered." You gave him a small smile.
"Well it's hard to forget, especially when it became routine for 2 years." He replies before taking a sip of his coffee.
"Oh." You pause.
"Yeah."
"Well, that's nice. I guess." You now try to avoid eye contact with him, your gaze wandered back on the city.
"Stop." He says.
You raised an eyebrow but your eyes never met his gaze. "Stop what?"
"Stop pretending that you don't care, I can still see that you do. It's just... not in the same way." He frowned as he took another sip of his coffee. "You left without a goodbye and I didn't say enough to you, I didn't say how much I loved you."
"You didn't have to."
"Yeah, well, it felt like I needed to."
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all-pacas · 5 months ago
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hey you ever think about how chase's s8 "if you love someone, you should die instead of burdening them" thing. and how it checks out completely with everything he's ever done: took care of his mother and hated her, shuts down every well-meaning attempt by others to reach out to him, refuses to open up. how when his father dies he doesn't tell anyone for six months, how when he gets stabbed he rebuffs everyone's worries with a canned thank you but i'm doing fine. how when he learns about 13's brother, his only instinct is to comfort her, how in lockdown after confronting cameron, he spends the rest of the episode trying to make her feel better: it's okay, he tells her, going to her as she cries.
how he never asks anything of cameron, even when he's upset, even when he's very upset: she ghosts him in saviors and he tries to give her space and trust, he feels shut out in the itch and spends over a year pretending it's fine. because that's not what you do. you take care of your mother, even though you hate her. if you love someone, you do not burden them. ("it would be a burden," he tells foreman, trying to explain why he can't tell cameron about dibala.) he'll ask for things, he can be pushy in his way -- but emotionally, he doesn't open up. he doesn't accept sympathy. he never, ever asks for help or comfort.
you ever think about how chase does, in the end, reach out to cameron. once. one time. at the end of known unknowns, he reaches for her hand. really clings onto it. the one and only time chase ever goes to her -- anyone -- for comfort, and to tell her about dibala. it's the final five minutes of their marriage.
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redvelvetmace · 28 days ago
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❛ just because i love the stuff she brings for us doesn't mean that i love her too! ❜
chase sounds like a broken record, repeating that every time someone even mentions you around him. his voice goes a little high pitched and at the most squeaky, and he stammers a little bit as it comes out. it's like just the very idea of being anything beyond friends with you absolutely terrifies him. he's pretty sure it does. not because he doesn't like you, or the way you look, or anything, but because he's scared of messing things up if you even thought that he liked you like that.
and he's pretty sure that he does like you like that. the reasons are endless: you're so good looking, so witty, charismatic, good at your job, for starters, and.. so many other things. and you're just as sweet as the baked goods and treats you bring in for the team every morning. he's not sure he's doing a great job at hiding the way his cheeks flush at the realisation that you'd gotten him his personal favourite—something you'd remembered from a while back.
the fact that you remembered something he thought was so insignificant about him made his heart warm. his head reels every time he sees you walking in with a white box, or various brown bags, or a clear container of whatever you'd picked up. you somehow managed to still be early to work despite your little pick ups, which made him consider how relevant doing this was to your day. you'd found a way to engrain it into your routine and still get to work on time. all for the team. for him. it's a feat that he admires.
"no, i do not have a crush on them," chase tells cameron as they walk down a hall in the hospital, not even having to look over at her to know she's staring at him with the most unamused look in her eyes. in his hand is a donut, encased in a special little baggy for him. it had his name written in your lovely handwriting on a white sticky label; his heart's gonna melt out onto the vinyl floor beneath him. "even if i did—"
"which you do," cameron interjects, her words both teasing and accusatory. everyone and their grandmother knows that he's absolutely infatuated with you. seems like it's just you and your grandmother who don't. and it's the most infuriating thing in the world, since all he wanted to do was kiss you senseless and tell you how important you are to him.
"right. even if i did. i wouldn't know what to say or.. how to talk to them, and—" chase is uncharacteristically flustered at the thought of asking you out or doing anything romantic in regards to you. it's a complete change in his usual suave demanour when it comes to the dating scene. he's a blond australian with blue eyes. he never really has to try. it just comes naturally.
but you? you know him. better than anyone. you know and understand his flaws, the things he thrives in, everything. his damn favourite flavours and scents. chase is a weak, weak man when it comes to you. he just can't help it. "and don't even start with the 'you're a natural flirt', they're different." chase glares at cameron, running a hand through his hair before he holds onto the brown bag with a crumpling grasp and continues walking, pace increasing without him even realising it.
cameron stares at him a moment, letting him walk off before she continues a bit behind him. "god, you're whipped," it's muttered, amusement in her tone and a soft smile spread across her lips. "just tell them, will you? house is getting real close to winning that bet. not losing to him again.
by the time chase whips around with a surprised look in those blue eyes of his, an incredulous "the what?" escaping him, cameron's disappeared down another hall, leaving him dumbfounded where he's stood. "i don't have a crush on them!" he calls, as if cameron could still hear him from wherever she was now.
"don't have a crush on who?" chase yelps the moment he realises it's your voice beside him, his eyes wide and his adams apple bobbing in his throat as he swallows harshly. clearing his throat soon after, he adjusts his tie and stares at you, head tilting just a bit. "none of your business," is his immediate retort.
he softens a second and rethinks what he'd just said—"not.. sorry. sorry. just—no one. it's no one," he shakes his head, shrugging his shoulders as his eyes linger on your face for a little longer than they should've. it's like you've completely reset his brain just by appearing, like he's booting up the software that makes him his best self around you. he doesn't even try to, it just.. happens.
"oh, okay," you nod your head, brow cocking a moment as his slightly antsy nature but leaving it down to he'd had a bit too much coffee in the morning. you look back up at him, those eyes of yours causing a rush of something within chase just with one glance from you. "who were you even talking to..?" in all honesty, it had looked like he'd been denouncing any and all affections he could possibly have towards whoever he doesn't have a crush on to absolutely no one. just talking to himself in the middle of a desolate hall.
"..cameron. she made her quick get away," chase sighs, rubbing his face a second with a dry laugh before he looks over at you again, the laugh growing warmer at the sight of your smile. he glances down at his shoes and he sighs ocne more. "you wanna make a quick get away sometime? from.. all of this? me.. and you? like—"
"like.. a date?" you say it far too quickly to not be excited about the thought, and that in turn excites chase. he smiles a little more, nodding his head.
he hums, "like.. a date. mhm. that okay with you? a date? us?" he wants to be sure, he can tell you absolutely adore the idea but he still wants to make sure that he's not dreaming. "i don't mind when.. whenever you're free. just.. that work for you?"
"work for me?" it more than worked for you, literally, you'd do plenty of things to go on a date with him, let alone just have to agree. "yeah. works with me. i can fit you into my incredibly busy schedule, i suppose." your smile grows at the soft little playful gasp he lets out.
"i'm lucky, so honoured," chase places a hand on his heart and lets out a giddy little laugh, giving a nod soon after. he stares down at the paper bag for a second, head tilted again. "good. i'm glad. got something to look forward to then.. you wanna meet at mine at.." he checks his watch before he looks up at you again, "7, and see where the night takes us?"
you can't help but laugh at his words, the smooth nature of them. "see where the night takes us. how scenic of you. yeah. sound great. i'll see you at 7, doc," you calling him doc does things to him. makes him all smiley and happy, chest puffing out a little bit without him even realising it.
"see you at 7," chase murmurs in response to you, swallowing softly. he smiles a little more, and he shakes his head fondly at you. "but for now, i'll see you in house's office." that's where he'd been off to in the first place. had to grab some of his blood work. so happened to be where you'd been heading to as well.
damn it. he does love the stuff you bring. and you too.
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housemdfever · 9 months ago
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Cherry Chapstick Part 1
𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼
Robert Chase x Fem! Reader
Part 2
Part 3
TW: Enemies to lovers, Fluff, Creepy guy hitting on you
Context: You're Dr. Chase's assistant at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital.
Author's Note: Shout-out to my amazing editor, she corrected my awful spelling.
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I slam my pile of papers on Chase's desk, not daring to look the cocky bastard in the eyes. I can feel his eyes piercing me, "Is this finally all the paperwork I requested?" he sneers. Still without turning to him I reply with a simple yes; this was the third time I've delivered papers to him and I missed something every time. "Hey you! You forgot the purchase history records from 2000," he calls out to me. He didn't ask for that, I know he didn't. I turn around to him visibly upset; he has already done this three times today! "You didn't ask for those!" He pounds his hand on the table and stands up, "You calling me a liar?" he snaps. I take a step back upon seeing his looming frame getting closer to mine. "Get me those records!" Dealing with him just isn't something I want to do right now, I'll just go find this stupid file.
Thousands of files line the shelves, I almost think I'd feel intimidated if I didn't know this room like the back of my hand. The sound of unfamiliar footsteps echoes through the hall. Whatever, I just need to find this file so Dr. Chase stops complaining. While looking for the file, I feel something warm against my back. "It's up here. Were you even looking?" I hear a voice retort. I turn around, slamming my back into the shelf in the process. "You're a damn klutz too," a voice whispers; looking up at him, it finally clicks. "Dr. Chase? What are you doing?" I respond a little flustered. "You took too long trying to find the file so I came to get it myself." He doesn't back up from the shelf yet, leaving me trapped between the shelf and him. After a bit of staring, he backs away from the shelf. "Hurry up and get back to doing paperwork." he commands. I roll my eyes. 
After what felt like hours, the pile of paperwork I needed to fill out was done. Dr. House and his merry band of idiots gets themselves into so much trouble; I'm always stuck cleaning up their damn messes. Standing up and grabbing the paperwork, I head towards Dr. Chase's office to deliver the finished product before heading home for the day. Looking up at the clock, I notice it's already 7 pm. "It's so late," I grumble as I walk into the office. "If that's a problem for you then quit," Dr. Chase remarked. "It's not," I respond coldly walking towards his desk. "Then why are you complaining?" I don't respond, I won't play his game. "Come behind my desk and come take a look at this for me," Dr. Chase demands while pointing at his computer screen. Following his orders, I look at him confused. "It's just a poster for a charity gala opening up?" He nods; I look at him with confusion. "You're coming with me, this Friday," he commands without looking at me. Shocked by his request I ask him, "Me? Why? Can't you go with someone else?" "Everyone else said no and I'm not going alone," he responds; it was a lie, he hadn't asked anyone else and didn't intend to. I look at my calendar on my phone. "I'm free so I'll go I guess, but you're covering the bill." "That's fine. You're free to clock out today as well." I don't respond, already walking out the door. 
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p1nkprincess444 · 4 months ago
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LOST CAUSE - JAMES WILSON
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female!reader x james wilson
word count: 1,989
contents: 18+, angst, fluff
Wilson sat at his desk finishing up last minute paperwork, it was late pushing nine o’clock. Silence filled his office until it was all interrupted by a knocking on his door. He assumed it was House wanting something for another patient, but when the door opened it was you. 
You were a nurse that worked in the oncology ward, every so often you got lunch with him, or you would converse about patients, always casual and polite. He hadn’t expected to see you working so late, but here you were, your hair pulled back, which started neat at the beginning of the day but was now messy. Your scrubs were wrinkled with a small smudge of blood across your abdomen. 
“ Can I come in ?”
Wilson set aside his paperwork turning off his computer, “ Of course, come in, sit. ”
A soft smile graced Wilson’s lips, his eyes following you as you sat across from him. 
“ So what do you need? ”
“ A favour, it’s a bit uhm- unprofessional. ”
His mind wandered for a moment before answering, “ What’s the favour ?”
“ I- uhm found a lump on my breast. ”
His expression immediately changed from casual and relaxed to tense and on guard. 
“ When did you notice the lump ?” He stopped treating you like a friend and immediately saw you as a patient.
Wilson fired off questions and you answered as best you could, “ I’ll have an examination scheduled, a mammogram, and an ultrasound. ”
“ Wilson- I just want you to perform my exam, please. ”
WIlson was hesitant it was highly unethical to perform a breast examination in his office, alone, on someone who was working under him. He cleared off a space on his desk, locking the door to his office. You took your place sitting on top of the cleared space. 
“ Untie your scrubs for me, please ?”
You responded with a nod reaching for the small bow that kept your scrubs in place. You slowly pulled the shirt open, taking a soft breath at the cold air.
His hands examined the area slowly feeling for the supposed lump. He found it almost immediately in the side of your lower right breast. He gently pulled his hands away watching as you retied your top. He helped you off the desk and back into one of the lounge chairs in his office before sitting next to you. 
“ I’ll schedule all your appointments. It’ll be alright. ” He placed a gentle hand on your shoulder looking at you with his soft brown eyes. 
He didn’t tell you but when he felt the lump it raised more alarms, and did little to soothe his worries. 
He had caught passing glimpses of you in the hospital halls, you seemed completely unaffected, your smile as bright and bold as ever, your laugh loud and happy as always, that’s why it killed him when he received your tests. 
He called you into his office just as your shift was ending, your soft smile still on your face. You looked how you always did after your shifts, messy hair, dirtied scrubs, and yet still a smile on your face.
“ Sit, please- ”
“ You have my results ?”
“ Yes. ”
You could tell it wasn’t good, Wilson couldn’t meet your gaze, his responses short and stale. 
“ Wilson- just tell me. It’ll be okay. ”
You reached across the desk gently grasping his hand. 
“ It’s Invasive Ductal Carcinoma- We- We’re going to schedule a biopsy for tomorrow, okay ?”
You nodded, still smiling softly at Wilson. He didn’t understand how you could still smile after hearing that news, knowing what it meant. 
After a few days Wilson called you back into his office. He couldn’t meet your eyes when you entered the room, he looked tired, defeated. He didn’t speak, only gestured for you to sit down. 
“ It’s a grade three Invasive Ductal Carcinoma. It- It’s more aggressive than we thought it to be. ”
He watched as the smile slowly disappeared from your face. 
“ Without treatment you may have months possibly a year- with treatment we’re looking at maybe two years. ” Wilson couldn’t raise his gaze from the papers, he knew if he saw your face he wouldn’t be able to hold it together. 
“ I can set up your treatme- ”
“ No, I don’t want it. ”
“ What? ” Finally Wilson met your gaze, his brow furrowed, confusion written across his face. 
“ I do not want treatment. ”
You walked out before he could get another word in. 
Against your wishes Wilson penciled you in for treatment. Your appointment was scheduled for Friday, Wilson came to your apartment on Thursday night. 
Wilson stood on your doorstep, dressed in his usual work attire carrying a small take out bag.
“ Can I come in ?”
You moved away from the doorway allowing him in. You closed the door behind him, Wilson set the bag on your coffee table before draping his coat over the back of your sofa. 
“ We need to talk about your decision. ”
“ What is there to talk about ?”
“ Well for starters you walked out of my office without even scheduling treatment. You have time, a lot more time than some of our patients. You need to fight. ”
“ Why, just to prolong my death? Just so I can go back to my job where I see what I’ll be in a year ?”
“ You do understand what you’re doing, right? You’re choosing to die, you are purposely ending your life sooner than it has to. ”
“ It’s not your choice James. ”
“ And what about the people who care about you? What about the people you’ll leave behind ?”
“ I’m allowed to be selfish! I am dying James, I will be dead in a year! I want dignity, I want a say in how I die! ” Tears were rolling down your face as you screamed at Wilson. You hadn’t meant to, it wasn’t his fault.
“ Please- just fight, for all you have, or what you might have. You’ve seen people survive this, people make it out. You can make it out. ”
You were a mess, your body trembling and shaking with sobs. His arms came to wrap around your waist pulling you close as your body was wracked with sobs. Your arms clung to his neck, your tears soaking into the collar of his shirt darkening the light blue fabric. His hands moved to hold your face, his thumbs coming up to wipe away your tears. You didn’t know what you were doing as your lips came to meet his.
He kisses you back, desperately as if each kiss could breathe life back into you. His fingers trembled as they threaded through your hair, holding you closer. When you both part your breathless with tear stains down your cheeks. Your hands shook slightly as you fumbled with his tie. Wilson’s hand wrapped around your wrist stopping your movements.
“ No, Not like this. ”
“ Why not ?”
“ I don’t want to do this out of desperation or despair- Not as a goodbye. ”
You paused before looking to him with soft, tearful eyes. “ I’ll get treatment. ”
You held his hand guiding him down the hall to your bedroom. As you entered the bedroom he turned to you taking hold of your face again.
“ This is not a goodbye. ”
He leans in kissing your lips with feather-like gentleness. His thumbs wiped away any remnants of tears, before moving down to unbutton your blouse slowly, reverently, as if you were the most precious thing on earth. He guides you down gently on the mattress, his eyes never leaving yours. He didn’t rush his movements, he took his time undressing you. He didn’t rush, or discard the clothing, instead he set aside each piece of clothing as if unveiling a treasure. 
You laid completely bare under the blankets as Wilson stripped off his clothes leaving them discarded on your floor. 
Wilson was on top of you now his forearms pressed into the bed caging your head in on either side. His lips met your deep kiss, he takes his time as if he wants to memorize every inch. He used one of his hands to push apart your thighs, before his hips slowly moved forward, and his cock slowly slid into your cunt. His movements were slow, watching your face for any discomfort as he pushed deeper. His hands moved to frame your face, his eyes locked onto yours. 
His hips rolled into yours rather than thrusting, maintaining a slow pace. He didn’t want this moment to end, he wanted to prolong this forever, to remember every second. A soft groan left his lips, his hips pushing deeper, increasing in speed slowly. He watched as soft moans slipped past your lips, watched as your eyes fluttered when he hit that soft spongy spot deep inside you. 
He began to replace his gentle slow pace with a deeper faster rhythm. He can feel your hips pushing down against his, desperate to take more of him as your moans grew louder. He supports himself on one arm now using the other hand to caress your cheek as he increases his pace further. His breath comes in shorter gasps now, as he felt the knot growing inside himself. 
He watched as your hands fisted the sheets that lay under you, the way your back subtly arched. He knew you were nearing your release, watching as you writhed underneath him. He could hear it in your moans, listening as they grew higher in pitch, the way your breathing hitched and your eyes rolled back. He felt your cunt tighten around him, the sudden warmth surrounding his cock. His orgasm crashed over him just as suddenly as yours had, his cum filling you completely. 
You lay together in a tangled mess holding one another close, your fingers intertwined with his. Wilson brushed sweat-dampened hair from your face pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. 
“ Are you alright ?”
You answered his question with a nod pressing a kiss to his fingertips. You smiled looking up at the peaceful look on Wilson’s face, he looked hopeful, and calm. 
These memories were all Wilson had now. There was no hope for you to survive longer. Even if you started treatment the day he diagnosed you it would not have been enough. The treatments were brutal on your body, but they allowed you two years more with Wilson. You traveled, moved in together, even got married. The wedding was a small ceremony only having your closest friend, and Wilson’s closest friend, Gregory House. He scolded Wilson for marrying a dying woman, but he didn’t care even if House was right. 
Wilson had held your hand many times throughout your relationship, the first time you had sex, when you received your cancer treatments, and at your wedding. Now he lay next to you in a hospital bed, clutching your frail limp hand. His eyes were red and tired from lack of sleep, and  his usual neat appearance was disheveled. He still couldn’t help but look at you with a mixture of love and despair. His heart aching with each beat of the machines keeping you alive. 
House’s words echoed in his head over and over again, “ She’s not really here anymore, Wilson. You’re just keeping her corpse alive. ” 
He called for the nurses to turn off your machines, he stood by your side clutching your hand with tearful eyes. The nurses turned off your machines one by one, launching the room into an eerie silence. The mountain shaped lines on the EKG slowly flattened out, each number dropping to zero. Every change felt like a punch to the gut, he leaned down, trembling, as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. He felt his whole world shattering as he looked down at your now dead body, what was he supposed to do now? Go back to the apartment you once shared, sleep in the bed he held you in when the pain was too much? He was destroyed unknowing of how he would continue.
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redicillin · 6 months ago
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I need me some Robert chase smut 😣✋✋ FWB reader and chase realising they like each other more than just the FWB situation they have going on??
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𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 — (𝐫.𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞)
when does a friends with benefits agreement stop being just that?
gn!reader ☆ 1.2k ☆ masterlist. ☆ 18+ for nsfw mentions
The first time it happens, you don’t notice.
You’re too lost in the feeling of Chase moving against you, his hands gripping your hips, his mouth trailing fire over your skin.
His breaths are ragged, each one punctuated by soft groans that send warmth pooling low in your stomach.
It’s always like this—urgent, desperate, pleasure tangled in the casualness of your arrangement. You both agreed to this. No strings, no expectations, just the kind of release that only two people who understand each other’s needs can give.
And yet… something feels different.
You only catch it in brief moments—his fingers threading through yours and holding on longer than usual, the way his lips linger against your skin as if memorizing the taste, the way his gaze locks onto yours and doesn’t waver even when he’s losing himself completely.
You chalk it up to the heat of the moment, a trick of the dim light and the rush of sensation, and let yourself fall over the edge with him.
What you don’t know is that, in that moment, Chase is realizing something that should terrify him.
He wants more than just this.
He doesn’t say anything. Of course, he doesn’t.
Chase isn’t the type to throw himself into feelings without overanalysing them, and he’s certainly not going to risk ruining what you have with a clumsy confession.
So, he carries on as if nothing’s changed.
Except… everything has.
It starts with little things.
The morning after, instead of rushing to clean up and send you on your way like usual, he lingers in bed. He watches as you stretch lazily, the sheets tangled around your legs, your body warm and pliant beside him. You make some joke about how he’s usually up and moving before you’ve even opened your eyes, and he just shrugs.
“Didn’t feel like rushing today.”
Then there’s the coffee.
You’re used to slipping out in the morning and grabbing something from the café near your place, but one morning, you find Chase in the kitchen, already making a second cup.
“For you,” he says simply, handing it over like it’s nothing.
It’s not nothing.
Neither is the way he stops grumbling when your toiletries start taking over his bathroom. At first, he teased you about it, playfully complaining about your products filling up his counter.
But now? He doesn’t say a word when you leave your moisturizer next to his razor, when your shampoo joins his in the shower, when a spare toothbrush just mysteriously appears next to his own.
And then there are the nights when he invites you over—not for sex, but just to be there.
“We could watch a movie or something,” he suggests one evening, his voice casual, but there’s something tentative in the way he asks.
You blink at him, caught off guard. That’s never been part of whatever this is between you. But you don’t question it, just shrug and agree.
So, you start spending time together in ways that have nothing to do with tangled sheets and heated touches. You sit side by side on his couch, his arm draped loosely over your shoulders.
You cook dinner together, laugh when he burns something, roll your eyes when he insists it’s still edible. You fall asleep next to him without the expectation of sex, just comfortable in the warmth of his presence.
And yet, neither of you says a word about it.
Weeks pass.
Nothing changes, and yet everything has.
You should question it, should demand some kind of clarification, but you don’t. Maybe you don’t want to break whatever spell this is.
Then one night, after another round of slow, lazy sex that feels more like making love than just satisfying a physical need, you find yourself lying in Chase’s bed once again.
You’re on your back, the sheets loosely covering your body, your breath still slowing from the high of it all. Chase is beside you, propped up on one elbow, watching you.
You don’t notice at first, too focused on the way the cool air feels against your heated skin. But when you turn your head, you catch him staring.
It’s not lust.
It’s not simple attraction or the sleepy daze of post-sex contentment.
It’s something deeper.
Something warm, something soft.
Something terrifying.
“What?” you ask, your voice quieter than you expect.
Chase doesn’t look away. If anything, his expression softens even more, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Nothing,”
You narrow your eyes. “You’re looking at me like you—” You stop yourself before you can say something dangerous.
Like you love me.
The thought sends your heart racing in a way that has nothing to do with physical pleasure.
But Chase doesn’t look away, and suddenly, it’s too much.
You sit up, pulling the sheets with you, and turn to face him fully. There’s something pressing against your ribs, a truth you’ve been too afraid to examine.
So, you just say it.
“Are we dating?”
The words hang in the air, thick with meaning.
Chase blinks. His lips part slightly, like he hadn’t expected you to be the one to say it first. He hesitates, but only for a second.
Then he exhales a soft laugh, shaking his head. “I don’t know,” he admits. “Are we?”
It’s not a no.
And that’s all the answer you need.
You stare at each other for a long moment before Chase reaches out, fingers brushing over your cheek, his touch feather-light but deliberate. He tilts his head, considering, before finally speaking again.
“I think… I think I want to be.”
Your breath catches. You weren’t expecting that kind of honesty—not from him, not from yourself. But there it is. The truth of it.
Something inside you unravels, something you didn’t realize you’d been holding onto.
You nod slowly, a small smile pulling at your lips. “Yeah,” you murmur. “Me too,”
Chase’s fingers slide down to your jaw, his thumb grazing your skin. He leans in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips, and for the first time, it feels different.
It’s not about lust.
It’s not about convenience.
It’s something more.
Something real.
Something that scares you both—but neither of you are running from it.
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cherryblossompink303 · 23 days ago
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Kinda accidentally disappeared so just a quick update on what I’m working on.
PATIENCE S2:11:~The wizard of Ouran!~
Pairing: Kyoya ootori x reader (OHSHC)
Progress: 50%
With tensions high between y/n and Kyoya she has a strange and wicked dream.
PATIENCE *Bonus chapter*:~Subtext~ (smut)
Pairing: Kyoya ootori x reader (OHSHC)
Progress: 40%
After kaoru questions whether or not Kyoya is even attracted to y/n the two of them has a very subtext heavy conversation.
CAN’T PRETEND CHAPTER TWO: Borderline
Pairing: Spencer Reid x reader (Criminal minds)
Progress: 30%
Reid and y/n follow a lead which may trace across countries and tell a story.
GLAMOUR (one shot that may become loose series)
Pairing: Robert Chase x bimbo?reader (House M.D)
Progress: 10%
Set in season 2/3 the team make many assumptions when taking the case of an upcoming pop star, that is until she proves them wrong.
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rosedpetal · 4 months ago
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Omg I didn’t know u wrote for Robert chase 🙈 I loved ur last fic of his! Could I request a fic of him spending a day off w his s/o? Like going out for breakfast, and then grocery shopping and maybe like a bookstore stop 💗
Hey girl, I'm so SORRY for how long it took me to write this. I'd tried to keep this as sweet as possible. Thank you for the request, hope you enjoy it!
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The alarm went off loudly on your phone and you groaned, inattentively turning it off. Robert yawned, gently pushing your body away and untucking his arm under you, stretching it.
"Seriously, baby? On my day off?" He half teased, pressing a kiss on the nape of your neck.
"That's what you get for telling me I'm fat." You mumbled, with your eyes still closed.
"Let me guess, I said that to you in your dream?" His lips softly trailed the shell of your ear and you giggled at how ticklish it made you feel, a trail of goosebumps appearing on your arms.
"Hmmm, maybe."
"You're impossible, you know that?"
Robert had his fair share of relationships before, and he knew better than to ask you for the details of whatever insecurity your subconscious induced in your sleep, no matter how ridiculous he thought it was – considering you were the hottest thing alive in his humble opinion.
"What are our plans for today?" He asked, his fingers trailing your stomach, eager to change topics. You squealed when he poked at your side.
"I thought we could laze around all day?" You suggested. You weren't a morning person, and the thought of being on his arms all day was a very welcomed one.
"No way." Robert scoffed, sitting up, to your disappointment.
"Why not?" You tried to hide the pout in your face.
"Because, sleepyhead, House is not gonna bother me for 24 hours and I wanna be awake to actually enjoy it. Or you know, I might end up dreaming about patients and-"
"Okay, I get it." You said, huffing slightly and trying to turn away from his grip only to be met with tiny kisses peppered all over your face. "I'm awake!" You hummed in contentment when his lips finally met yours.
Robert pulled back just a little, his blue irises on yours, his thumb stroking your cheek. "Let's have breakfast in that little café you won't shut up about it."
Your eyes widened in surprise. "Yes, I'll marry you."
He chuckled when you quickly got up, going straight to the shower and following right after you.
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Robert could now understand your obsession with the café. It had the best coffee he drank in a while, and the pastries were delicious. Also, his stomach did that little flip thing it always did whenever he saw your eyes shining at something you enjoyed.
After paying the bill, the two of you took a little stroll in the neighborhood, stopping by the local market to buy some stuff you run out of.
You were picking up some vegetables, already trying to decide what you'd cook tonight. Maybe something with tomato sauce?
Jokingly, you pointed to the strawberries. "Hey, how about those?"
"If you're trying to kill me, go for it." He rolled his eyes playfully, since he had that severe strawberry allergy that could put him in the grave.
"Nah, I'm just kidding. You're way too handsome to die. Specially by my hands." You wrapped your arms around him from behind, standing in your tiptoes to whisper in his ear. "Except if we're talking about la petit mort."
He suppressed a groan. You could be such a brat when you wanted to. "Keep whispering this stuff to me, and we'll skipping that trip to the bookstore you've been begging me for weeks now."
A little whine, and your hands weren't on him anymore. Smiling to himself, Robert accompanied you to the the local bookstore in the corner.
You weren't even interested in browsing a lot. Most of the popular books you saw on TikTok you've already had read or or didn't finish, so you just picked a coloring book and Robert, very sweetly, paid for it along with some new coloring pens for you.
When you got home, you put the veggies you picked in a bowl with water, spreading your new coloring pens and book on the dining table. Robert, leaning against the wall, cleared his throat. "You're not forgetting about anything?"
You knew that face. His blue eyes fixed on you, gaze a little hazy. You giggled and ran to him, jumping on his lap, and happily, he carried you to your shared bed.
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daisywrites101 · 9 days ago
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Could you write a robert chase and reader angsty short where the reader is the patient but the reader is not seriously ill or dying or anything.
Of course! I know it has been awhile since you put in your request and I am so sorry it took me so long to get to this. I honestly do not think I am all that great at writing angst, so I would appreciate any feedback! I hope you enjoy it!
P.S. I may or may not have gotten a tad carried away with this.
Take Care of Yourself - Dr. Robert Chase x GN! Reader
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You knew that you should have listened to your body sooner than you have. The slight tightness in your chest and extreme fatigue is what lead you to be in the ER. You went to the closest hospital, which just so happens to be the same one that your boyfriend worked at, and for once you hoped that he was preoccupied with a surgery or other things that House may have him involved with so he is not working in the ER. The nurses you have seen hooked you up to an IV with fluids running into your arm. The doctor that you did see told you that you were severely stressed and dehydrated. He recommended that you stay in the ER for a little while while they push fluids and get your heart rate down.
Suddenly the curtain is pulled open with vigor, and you are met with the face of the one person you had hoped wouldn't be here. "Y/N, what happened? Are you okay?" It takes him two strides to cross the area of you bed. He is looking on your monitors and glancing over you. "Robert, I'm fine. I just needed some fluids. I'll be alright." You say gently before he turns his head to face you. "Severe stress and dehydration were on your charts. You have been neglecting your health for work again haven't you?" He says in an accusatory tone. This makes you slightly frustrated as he does similar things. He has to work long hours, dealing with god-knows what but he is angry with you for getting caught up in your work?
"Why are you angry with me? Be glad I came to the ER in the first place." You say with venom lining your words. Him getting angry with you over this was ridiculous. You are getting help, and it's not like you are sitting at home doing nothing. "It should not be a decision that you come to the ER! You are constantly under so much stress as it is, not taking care of your body makes that worse!" He says raising his voice. Just as soon as he does he immediately regrets it. You can feel your eyes fill with tears from frustration, and form him basically yelling at you for what feels like is so little. You are getting help, that is what matters.
"You do not need to worry about me! I just was pushing myself a little too hard, but I am going to be fine!" You say harshly. He rolls his eyes. "It should not have gotten to the point where you needed to come here in the first place." He grumbles, visibly angry. His jaw is clenched and his eyebrows are furrowed. You let out a small sigh. You know that he's right You sigh, finally admitting defeat, but instead of admitting anything, you turn over in your gurney-like bed and close your eyes. Your IV line pulls with your arm, slightly pulling the pole with it. You hear him sigh from behind you. "I will check on you in a couple of hours." he says then slips out of the room again.
Your eyes gloss over with tears, your vision becoming blurry from the newly forming tears. You knew that the whole argument that you just had with him was stupid. You should have been paying close enough attention to your body, listening to the warnings it was trying to give you, but the sheer workload that you have has to deal with from your job has been taking your mind around many twists and turns. A few tears fall down you face as you turn back onto you back. You are quick to wipe them away, just incase someone were to come into the makeshift room with walls of curtains.
Chase wasn't any better in the conference room he was in. He was not crying by any means, but he does feel bad about the fact that he did snap at you just because you being in the ER scared him. A shoulder pat breaks him out of a stale stare that he was having. He shrugs the hand off of his shoulder and turns to see who was trying to comfort him (in a way) and he sees House's face. "I'm not sure that is up you ass, but you need to pull it out and join us in this debrief." House states and Foreman jumps in with "Give him some slack House, there are some things happening in his personal life." Chase lets out a breath he didn't even know he was holding, thankful that Foreman did not go into grave detail about you and your condition. House just simply nods and continues to list symptoms for their current patient. Chase throws out a few ideas, along with the others of course, and once they were released to do what House wanted them to do, Chase slips back down to the ER to check on you once again.
The sounds of groans and moans have not stopped once since you were admitted into the ER, but thankfully you would be leaving soon. The doctor let you know that after this round of fluids that you should be good to leave, they managed to get your heart rate low enough to not cause any strain on your heart, thus there is no more chest pain. Your nurse pops her head into the curtain and tells you that you have a visitor and Chase walks back through the curtain, pulling it closed behind him. Without saying a word, he strides across the room and immediately pulls you into his arms, hugging you. You return the hug, the embrace that you so desperately did not know you needed causing you to become emotional again. "I'm sorry." He mumbles into your shoulder. "I'm sorry too." You sniff. He pulls away from you just enough to place his lips on yours in a gentle, loving kiss, showing you just how sorry he was, and you are quick to forgive him.
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dameronspector · 1 month ago
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Willow (Masterlist)
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A Percy Jackson and Mcu!AU
[ divider by @saradika; collage by me ]
Pairing: Bob Reynolds x Fem!ExAvenger!Demigod!Reader / Robert Reynolds x Fem!ExAvenger!Demigod!Reader
Summary: You are were an Avenger. But before becoming an Avenger, you were a demigod— half human, half god—rescued and trained by Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers and Tony Stark. You were only 15, then. Fast forward 10 years later, here you were, with the three people that you looked up to, and who had saved your life, being dead. Leaving you alone and too old to go back to your camp. That left you with no choice but to pick up odd, free agent work to keep your life going with the support of your remaining family. What happens when you meet a meek, vulnerable man who contained the power of a million exploding suns, who made you relive your worst traumas?
Warnings: World building + character background, Mentions of Injuries, Blood, Demons, Monsters, Canon Typical Violence, Depression, Death of a parent, Insecurities, Isolation, Fluff, Slow Burn kind of, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Lots of Found Family content, CW+IW+Endgame timeline, Reader has magical abilities of the goddess Hecate (eg: necromancy, pyrokinesis, hypnokinesis, dark magic, etc. you can find the rest on rioridanwiki!), that’s all i think! Warnings will change acc to the chapters!
**this is a work of fiction. I don't own any of these characters except the reader. I have made some changes to fit the storyline better and because it's an AU. I have taken all the information from google and riordanwiki. Incase I have gotten anything wrong, please let me know!**
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
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