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the young brazilian urge to become an actress, and not any actress but a very well-know actress and get incredible roles and contracts and fame just so that I can get to the level where I can act with Selton Mello and play a romantic interest and kiss him because oh my Lord

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Summertime

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there's only three wips in my drafts, and i manifest finishing all of them by the end of the year, amen

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everyone is so eager to call house autistic which is correct but in doing so they let cuddy and cameron fly completely under the radar. realistic female autism represenation.

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you're the only one who understands me mr strobbery

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i fancy you

Summary: you have a crush on Chase.

Pairing: Robert Chase x Reader

Word Count: 1004

Warnings: None

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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.

"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.

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."

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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i love him

this is my wife

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hi! could you please do a fic where robert chase deals with his partner (wife?) being terminally ill?

thank you so much :)

hey babe! I just posted here. thank you so so much for this request, I know I'm very late but I had every intention of writing this when I saw your ask.

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the sun will shine again

Summary: Robert has to live with the fact that you won't.

Pairing: Robert Chase x Wife!Reader

Word count: 1150

Warnings: angst, major character death, terminal illness

Requested: yes

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“She has six months. If we’re being optimistic.”

Wilson’s voice was muffled, the words barely making through Robert’s ringing ears. Six months. Six months to hold you, to love you, to hold your hand, to dream the dreams that would never make it, now.

“Chase, I’m sorry.” He said in an apologetic way, squeezing Robert’s shoulder a little. That was the worst part of being an oncologist. Giving this type of news, where nothing else could be done except for make the patient as comfortable and pain free as possible.

Robert didn’t even hear his own sobs.

His feet carried him from the driveway to the front door of your house – the beautiful suburban property that you chose together years ago when you got married.

You had just taken an Ibuprofen when you heard his keys jingling on the lock, knowing he probably looked at your exam results already. That little pain on your side was getting too annoying to ignore now.

“Babe?” You call out, when he barely walks three steps. He raises his head to look at you, really look at you. Your soft skin, your bright eyes, your lovely hair, the lips he kissed with so much love, the cheeks that were rosy whenever he complimented you.

Robert’s blue eyes sting with unshed tears as his rushed steps find you, wrapping his arms around your body, hugging you so tightly you’re pretty sure he’s gonna break one of your ribs.

“Rob? What is it?” You ask curiously. Sometimes he came from the hospital a completely wreck, some patients’ deaths took too much of him, and these were the hardest days for him.

“You have cancer, honey. It has already spread.” He can’t lie to you. As you feel your whole world crashing down, he holds you, wondering how he’s gonna survive without the love of his life.

You leave the attorney’s office feeling a little nauseous. To write your own will is not something you ever thought you’d do, but again, it was better to protect your spouse from your bloodsucking relatives than pretend your impeding death wasn’t a reality.

Robert pondered leaving his job to spend your last days with you the best he could, but the bills had to be paid, and you needed the health insurance he provided by working at the hospital. Cuddy compromised by letting him work less hours and giving him his vacation time earlier; you two could still travel one last time, while you still had a little independence.

You went to the beach, taking long walks in the warm sand, fingers intertwined, as he paid attention to all the little things he took for granted before: the little chip on your front tooth, the way you laughed, how the wind made your hair move. He made love to you under the moonlight, worshipped every inch of skin and when he came, he hid his face on the crook of your neck, hoping you wouldn’t notice his tears, but you’d feel them running down your shoulders anyway.

He regretted so many things, but so did you. He regretted knowing love this strongly, regretted not pushing you to have that goddamn checkup routine done more often, and while he hated himself for being a doctor while his wife died of cancer of all things, you regretted just one thing.

But you still could give it to him. Not in the way he wanted, but still…

“You froze your eggs?” He looked at you like you had told him something absurd. He did ask for a baby a lot in the past, but you always told him to wait, because you’d have more time.

“A while ago, yeah.” You admit, biting your lip. “Of course, I didn’t anticipate that I was sick or something like that… It was just a nagging voice telling me I should do it.”

“How am I supposed to do this without you?” He pleaded, running his fingers through his hair. “How could I want that without you?”

“I’m not telling you to do it, baby. It’s just a suggestion. If you get married again and-“

“No.” He cut you off. “I’m not getting married again.”

“You say that now.” You reasoned, as carefully as you could, your frail hands gently squeezing his arm. “You say that now, but you’re still young. You should fall in love again, have a family… No, don’t cry. Look at me. I love you. You’re my whole universe. But I can’t just ask you to not move on, Robert.”

“I wanted my forever with you.” His voice broke as he whispered against your hair. “It was supposed to be you. The mother of my children, to grow old with me. Not anyone else.”

Your heart broke a tiny bit more, and you wondered how much of it would still be there by your last breath.

He’ll never forget when you flatlined. How he held your hand until the last moment, how his heart was revolted with God, how he felt when he found out you had planned your funeral on the early days of your diagnosis, which spared him of having to pick your casket and flowers or whatever else he’d have to.

It was a beautiful service. His colleagues came to support him, some of your relatives did, too. You left everything you owned before the marriage for him. His soul was crushed as the attorney handed him a box full of your handwritten letters to him.

He wasn’t stupid. He saw you writing some stuff many times in the past few months, he just never realized it was this. A little box of memories, just for him. A lot of pictures you took on your last trip, your perfume bottle, your wedding ring.

He wondered when the pain would fade. And if it ever would.

“Wake up, little lady.” He poked his five-year-old daughter’s side as she whined, rubbing her eyes with tiny fists.

“Daddy, no.” Lily complained, her eyebrows furrowing just like yours used to.

He remembers very well every look of pity he got when he used your frozen eggs to have a baby. He didn’t mind, though. He wasn’t worried about any religious or ethical dilemma. He needed something of you, a living, breathing reminder of you.

It wasn’t something he did without thinking it through. Lily came almost two years after your death. His precious daughter, perfect, your little carbon copy with his eyes and your personality. She gave him a new sense of purpose, and that gloom that became his life after your passing was suddenly gone.

“I love you to the moon and back, Daddy.” Lily cooed with that charming smile she used to get whatever she wanted. Five more minutes to sleep, extra cuddles, ice cream before lunch.

“I love you to the moon and back twice, baby.”

The sun was shining again.

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Never forget this kiss was unscripted.

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me trying not to let the shit break me

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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!

Word count: 705

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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.

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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tysm 💖

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Feel free to ignore but if ur comfortable can you write dr rober chase with bdsm, in the show they mention it a few times and wanna see what it would be like, because i cant find any😭

I'm so sorry for taking this long! Life's been crazy right now, and I was drafting it months ago, just finding the courage to finish it today, lol. It's here. Sorry for taking so long, hope you enjoy it 💖