#Robert chase writing

[kiddbegins]

Braids - Robert Chase

Requested: no

Word count: idk

Warnings: none

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay I promise.”

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We always want to give our children what we never got for ourselves.

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Do You Ever Think About Life at PPTH After House and Wilson Ride Off into the Sunset?

Foreman continues on as Dean of Medicine, makes Chase the Head of Diagnostics. The hospital gets a new Head of Oncology.

Chase gets fellows of his own, who ask him what it was like working for Dr. Greg House. He argues with Foreman over medical treatments and diagnoses. Every time the need an oncology consult things just don’t feel right.

Sometimes Chase goes into Foreman’s office when cases are particularly hard and says he doesn’t think he can solve it without House. He almost always does.

Time goes by. Ten years, twenty. There are few left at PPTH who remember House and Wilson. The fellows no longer ask what working for House was like because few have heard of him. “Everybody lies” becomes known as Dr. Chase’s catchphrase. He and Foreman don’t correct people anymore.

But a couple times a year, late at night, Chase and Foreman will sit on the balcony that connects Chase’s office to the Head of Oncology’s office. They drink scotch and smoke cigars and reminisce about “the good old days.” They can’t believe they call them that.

Foreman has long believed House faked his death, he had to have left that ID card for him for a reason, right? Chase was never sure what he believed, but even if it was true it was two decades ago. Wilson only had five months, and House wouldn’t have lasted long without him. They are both long gone now.

But after a few drinks, both Chase and Foreman find that if they sit quietly on that balcony and close their eyes, they can almost hear House and Wilson in their respective offices. For a brief moment it’s almost thirty years earlier, and House and Wilson will soon emerge from and discuss dinner or patients or whatever else those two best friends spoke about.

Like ghosts, a part of House and Wilson will never leave PPTH.

At least for as long as Eric Foreman and Robert Chase remain.

[cowpokezuko]

Fuck it Wilson dancing to Against the Kitchen Floor by Will Wood.

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Stop Everything - Robert Chase

Title: Stop Everything - Robert Chase

Words: 1,019

Relations: Robert Chase X Reader

TW: SMUT! Strong language.

Requested: @vacationbimboschool

"Please make more Chase fics 😍" "Hell yeah! It better be hot ASF 🙏"

Haha, Smut it is then. Hope you enjoy it. 💜

I smirked as I felt familiar hands join my hips. I giggled as the hands explored my body before lips found my neck. I giggled as I rolled my eyes. Spinning around in his arms to face him. I snaked my arms around Chase's neck as I smiled at him. He smiled as he leaned in to kiss me. I hummed happily against his lips. He smiled against my lips. His tongue soon found my bottom lip. I giggled as I pulled back to look at him.

"Chase we're at work," I explained but he shrugged like he didn't care. I giggled against his lips, his tongue finding my lip again. I allowed him entrance, my lips moving against his. His hands held me close before a hand found my ass, squeezing harshly. I giggled against his lips.

"Chakras," He commented, his lips not leaving mine. I giggled, pulling away slightly but his hands pulled me back to kiss me again.

"We're at work," I repeated but he smirked against my lips.

"So, what?" He questioned. Chakras is our code word for stop everything and have sex. We both have high sex drives and it's a simple way to ensure we're always happy and satisfied. I pulled away, smirking as I looked at him through my eyelashes, a mischievous smirk on my lips. I grabbed his hand, using it to guide him as I walked inconspicuously to a supply closet we could lock ourselves into for a little privacy. As soon as we entered, he closed the door and the lock clicked. I bit my lip as his hands roamed my body. His lips finding my neck as he hungrily rid me of my clothes. My heart rate quickened as he gripped me tightly.

He pulled away from my neck, the back of his hand on the back of my neck pulling me in to his lips. Our lips crashed together, moving in sync as we made out. Lust filled the room. I put my hands under his shirt and started pulling it up before Chase and took it off completely. He came back and kissed me at the same lust filled pace. He lightly grazed his hips into mine. He looked down and admired every inch of my skin before I pushed myself closer to continue the kiss. We slowly grinded against each other before I unbuckled his jeans. He took the hint and pulled away to take off his pants before hurrying to take mine off me.

"You ready?" He whispered between the slow and sensual kisses. I hummed in response. He pulled back. His hand finding the condom in his pocket that was now on the floor and ripped open the packet. He pulled off his boxers, I bit my lip as I watched him pull the condom over his hard and throbbing member. My mouth watering as I admired his size. I pulled down my undies before he smirked at me. I giggled slightly as his hungry eyes admired me. "Ready?" He asked again. I reached out, pulling him in to kiss me. I leant back and he entered me. I groaned making him look at me worried. Instead of saying anything I just kissed him keeping him quiet. I adjusted around him before he slowly thrust into me. There was so much passion between us and love. He reached down, his hand snaking under my left leg to hold it up so he was hitting a new angle, a deeper and more pleasurable angle. He groaned softly against my lips.

"We have to be quiet," I commented breathlessly. He attempted to chuckle, his groans disturbing him.

"You're the loud one," He added, a devilish smirk on his lips before he pulled me back to his lips. His tongue entering my mouth as he pumped deep inside. As he slowly thrust into me he removed his lips from mine and kissed my neck so I could breathe as I was trying not to be loud. He began to speed up sending amazing sensations through my body with each thrust. I pulled his lips onto mine to conceal my moans and groans. He sped up faster and faster to the point of complete bliss the perfect orgasm. A loud moan barely escaped my lips, Chase's hand quickly coming up to cover my mouth as he came inside the condom. Still pumping into me as I breathed heavily through my nose. We rode out the orgasm, sweat making the hair in our face cling to our foreheads slightly. Breathing heavily as we came down from our high.

He smiled as he moved his hand, kissing my lips sloppily as he pulled out of me slowly. I whimpered, missing the feeling of not being empty. He chuckled as he pulled away. "You always do that," He chuckled as he shook his head. I giggled as I rolled my eyes. Chase stepped back, letting me go softly and pulling the condom off. Now where do we put it? We have got to start thinking ahead, we do this every time.

We talked about our current caseload as we got dressed and helped each other look presentable. We composed ourselves before I exited the closet first, looking as innocent as possible. My eyes instantly landed on House. He was sitting in a seat opposite the closet. I laughed as I shook my head, walking away as I knew it wasn't me he was wanting to speak to. He smirked slightly as he saw me, clearly trying not to smile. I chuckled as I heard Chase groan, clearly spotting House.

"God, you smell like sex," House announced loudly. I chuckled as I walked away. House loves messing with Chase, he learnt very quickly that he can't embarrass me so gave up trying. Chase, however, is an easy target. I can practically feel the heat coming off him all the way down the hall, clearly he's blushing and embarrassed. We probably shouldn't have sex at work again but we've said it about a hundred times and never stick to it for long.

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[babygirlhatecrimehouse]

Cameron is literally inSANE for dumping chase over killing the dictator if my husband did that I'd marry him a second time and then kiss him on the mouth

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my offering for House MD tumblr, brought to you by my friend (who doesn’t watch House)

what does this mean abt me guys :(

[hugh-lauries-bald-spot]

i hc that house is bi but just never brings it up cause he thinks its that obvious, when he denies attraction to men he thinks hes doing it ironically like “wink wink imagine??” 

but of course everyone just believes him cause its house hes always sarcastic and weird about men so in convo with a patient he drops how he’s bi and the whole team + wilson all go “????”

 only cuddy is like “uh yeah guys, he jokes about it constantly-”

[clementine221b]

lol remember when he kissed the terminally ill nine-year-old

[coxcombo]

Strangely, losing to these animal-fighting doctors would still be cheaper than being treated by them.

[kiddbegins]

Usually a Wilson girl but I had an idea for Chase lol.

What if he and reader went on like a date or something and the reader baked/cooked something....or had like some lotion/chapstick/lipgloss/idk on and it had strawberries in it and the reader obviously didn't know and yeah.

Strawberries - Robert Chase

Robert Chase x fem!reader Word count: idk I wrote this right here A/n: idk if I got the hospital stuff right but shhh ignore.

Baking is your love language. You have always loved to make some sort of sweet for the people around you. Birthday? Here’s a homemade cake for you. Graduation? Here’s some cookies.

Part of that meant remembering everyone’s favorites. Your sister would die for a white cake with lemon frosting. Your boss had a soft spot for red velvet with cream cheese icing.

The one person you haven’t gotten that information on was the man of your eye, Robert Chase. You’ve been on one single date, a nice restaurant that he insisted he pay on. But tonight you asked him to come over.

You planned on making dinner and of course you had to make a dessert. Strawberry cupcakes were your personal favorite and since you were already anxious it seemed like a win-win. Robert would be able to feel the attraction you felt towards him and you’d be able to breathe while you ate.

Win-win.

As you waited for him to show up you nitpicked at everything. Just slightly adjusting the two plates on the table at least three times in an attempt to not over think. He was just running late, he wasn’t ghosting you and he’d be here any second.

Which was true. Just as you started to think maybe you should give up (which is dramatic, it’s only been ten minutes), there was a couple gentle knocks on your front door. “Coming.”

You weren’t dressed up to the nines but still, the dress you wore was fancy enough that it was fitting for a nice dinner. His outfit was similar. Dark but well fitting jeans but a nice buttoned up shirt that was rolled up to his elbows.

“Wow you look… amazing,” his accented voice made you blush as it always did, ducking your head down slightly.

“Thanks, so do you. Come in. I made spaghetti bolognese, hope that’s good,” you stepped aside, rubbing your thumb nail against your index finger nervously as he stepped into your apartment.

Sure you’d been talking for a couple weeks but you didn’t exactly reach the ‘visiting one another’s places’ stage yet. Or, at least not until now. So his intense curiosity at your decor felt a bit overwhelming.

“That’s fine, I like that statue by the tv,” he pointed towards the small Greek statue right next to your television, a small smile spreading on your face.

“Thanks, it’s a uh, Medusa. I won’t bore you with the lore and stuff,” you chuckled, motioning for him to follow you into the dining room.

He was quiet for a moment behind you before sighing, “I doubt it’s boring. But it’ll be a story for next time right?” A warm smile growing on his face as he saw the set up table. “Wow, this looks great.”

Once more you blushed, unable to stop the way his face and accent made your heart nearly leap into your throat.

“Thanks, uh, thank you. I’ve always liked cooking and baking, that’s why I offered to make you dinner. I hope it’s okay,” you said nervously, putting the bowl of food onto the table and sitting across from Chase.

Of course as soon as it was set and the food dispersed you ate, going on about work and just, getting to know one another. What life was like in Australia for him, how life was for you back in your hometown.

Simple things, casual dinner talk. “You said you like baking? How’d you get into that?” He asked, wiping his mouth with a napkin as you stood to clear the dishes.

“My grandma insisted that I learn how she made her snickerdoodle cookies and chocolate cake. That snowballed into messing with recipes when I was bored. Took home ec and culinary in high school.” You explained as you rinsed the plates off.

“What’s your favorite thing to make?”

“Oh god, probably cakes? I’ve gotten pretty damn good at decorating them so it’s fun. You can tweak any little thing to put your own spin on the flavor. It’s amazing.”

You couldn’t help but get a bit excited talking about it. It was the one major connection between you and your grandmother that felt strong enough to last centuries. Generations.

Chase stood, walking up next to you, “That’s really cool, you’ll have to show me sometime.” He grinned, leaning up against the counter and looking down at you.

“I uh, I actually made some cupcakes for tonight. So if you wanted to try some of my baking,” you offered, turning slightly to him.

“Yes please,” he answered immediately, “I’d love to.”

His response made your stomach flutter, reaching over for the container you kept the cupcakes in. “Here, have one,” you held it out to him, waiting for him to take it before you took your own.

“Thanks,” his voice soft as he unwrapped the treat and took a bite.

You paused in anticipation before seeing his face drop. “What? What’s wrong?” You asked quickly, putting your own down.

“Is this strawberry?” He questioned, you nodding, confusion very clear on your face.

Before he could reply again he fell to the floor, the cupcake rolling away from him slightly. “Shit,” you went to kneel next to him before stopping yourself.

911, call 911. You ran to grab your phone and called before going to kneel next to him. You were just a baker, you didn’t know the first thing about medical crap.

All you could do was loosen the buttons by his neck and check that he was still getting air in. Not too long after you called there was a knock on the door and the first responders were giving him epinephrine and taking him away to the hospital.

Of course you were right behind, driving as quickly (and safely) as you could, to get there when he did.

“Hi im uh, Robert chase just got brought in for a uh, well I’m assuming an allergic reaction, could I go see him?” You talked to the lady in the emergency room, being told to wait as she checked someone was even here.

When she came back she nodded, “follow me.” The lady guided you to a curtain, pushing it aside to show the blonde laying on the bed with an iv in his hand and a pulsometer on his finger.

“God, I am so sorry-“

“Hey, don’t be, you didn’t know.” He cut you off before you could even get the apology out. “I should have said something about the strawberry thing if anything. I knew you were cooking and baking.”

You shook your head, “I should’ve asked. But you’ll be okay right?” You questioned, moving a chair to sit beside him.

“Yeah, not the first time it’s happened. Definitely won’t be the last.” He sighed, shaking his head. “Life right?”

A soft chuckle came from you before you nodded, “Yeah I guess so. I’ll be sure to avoid strawberries from now on.” You offered.

“Probably a good idea.” He replied with a laugh, no hard feelings at all.

“I think this is the first time I’ve almost killed my date.”

“For my sake please make it your last too,” he joked, shifting slightly on the hospital bed.

You fake thought about it with a hum before nodding. “I’ll see what I can do.”

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[greghatecrimes]

@lakenvee ‘s post about 2023 House MD having a Netflix subplot and @return-of-the-prodigal-daughter ‘s tags on said post inspired me.

#profiles = Me (aka wilson) #House #Chase (he’s the first fellow to log in and claim an account for himself but the other fellows use it) #followed by The Nurses and Everyone Else (via return-of-the-prodigal-daughter)

Bonus (I had to do it):

[housethemd]

Behind Closed Doors

When Chase happened to mention he had to be out of his apartment for 24 hours due to windows being replaced, Wilson invites him to stay with himself and House. Chase gets to see a side of his boss few do.

Established married House/Wilson.

(This is the fic that got the most votes when I did a poll on which of my WIP people were most interested in.)

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Chase stood awkwardly outside the door of 221B, trying to convince himself to knock. It wasn’t too late to turn around, get a hotel room. Wilson had offered, nay, insisted that he stay with him and House for the night however.

Wilson was a nice guy. Far to nice to be married to House in Chase’s opinion, but the two seemed to make each other happy so he supposed he couldn’t judge. He doesn’t know what he’s so nervous of, he’s been at 221B before. He knows there’s no sex dungeon or large aggressive dog waiting on the other side. Maybe it’s that it’s his boss, that it’s House.

He closes his eyes, bites the bullet, and knocks. It takes long enough for someone to answer that Chase begins to wonder if this wasn’t some elaborate prank. While House is usually the one staging such things, it wouldn’t be unusual for Wilson to get involved. He’s about to turn around and leave when he hears the door unlock and it opens to reveal House himself standing on the other side.

“Um. Hi.” Chase says. He’d been hoping Wilson would answer the door.

“Wombat.” House replies.

House is dressed in one of his band t-shirts and a pair of loose fitting basketball shorts. His feet are bare and he’s leaning on the wall, his cane nowhere to be seen. They stand eye to eye for a few moments, neither speaking or moving, when a voice calls out from inside the apartment.

“Don’t just stand there, invite him in!” It’s Wilson’s voice, and it holds a tone of fond exasperation.

House doesn’t say anything, but turns around and limps into the apartment. Chase glances around, but ultimately follows him in. Given House’s lack shoes he opts to remove his own. He’s more comfortable that way anyway. He’s never understood why Americans wear their shoes at home.

House is sitting on the couch, and there is an American football game playing on the TV. The windows are open, letting in the slightly cool September breeze. He can smell something delicious coming from the kitchen where Wilson stands at the stove.

“You made it!” Wilson says when he sees Chase.

“Yeah, found the place alright.” Chase jokes.

He stands awkwardly for a moment, not sure where he’s supposed to be going or what he’s supposed to be doing. Should he be offering to help in the kitchen? He’s a little nervous to just sit down next to House. At work they’re comfortable around each other, hell the could go for a drink and it probably wouldn’t be awkward, but something about being in House’s domain makes him nervous.

“Sit down, make yourself comfortable. I’ll bring you a beer in a second.” Wilson tells him.

He does as he told, and sit on the opposite end of the couch to House, who doesn’t acknowledge him.

“You want another beer, Greg?” Wilson sticks his head out of the kitchen.

“Yeah.” House replies.

It’s strange hearing House called “Greg.” He shouldn’t be shocked, they are a married couple for God’s sake. Still, House is one of those people who seems like he only has one name - House.

Wilson comes out with two beers in hand. He’s dressed in grey sweatpants and what looks like one of House’s t-shirts. It strikes him as odd but he reminds himself again that they are married. Wilson hands the beers over the back of the couch. Chase makes a point to say thank you but House just sort of grunts, eyes never straying from the TV.

After a while Wilson appears again with two plates full of what looks like homemade Pad Thai. After placing them in front of the two of them he leaves and returns with his own plate, sitting down between them.

The food is delicious. They all dig in with reckless abandon and take turns making comments on the game. House makes scathing deductions about the players personal lives and Chase has no idea if he is serious or is just saying ridiculous and offensive things to make Wilson laugh.

“Stop stealing my chicken.” Wilson says without taking his eyes off the game.

House had been using his chopsticks to steal bits of chicken off the edge of Wilson’s plate.

“You barely gave me any.” House whined.

“I gave you plenty.” Wilson replied as if reasoning with a small child.

“Fine. But it tastes better when it’s yours.” House’s voice held a tone of flirtation which Chase took as his cue to go grab a beer from the fridge.

He felt lucky that Wilson didn’t seem to escalate the situation in an amorous direction, though when he was returning from the kitchen he did catch Wilson feeding House a piece of chicken from his own plate.

House and Wilson finished their food before he did, and they both took their plates out to the kitchen. Chase paid them no mind, until he heard House’s voice speaking in a low register.

“Dinner was extremely acceptable.” He said as he leaned on the kitchen island.

“Oh my, that’s almost a compliment.” Wilson replied, placing both hands on either side of House’s hips on the island, leaning into his space.

It was like watching a car crash, Chase thought as Wilson pressed a deep kiss to House’s mouth. He didn’t want to be watching his boss and his husband make out, yet he couldn’t quite look away. It was so odd, seeing them in this domestic light. While everyone at work knew they were married, they didn’t really engage in a lot of PDA.

“If you want to thank me for that extremely acceptable dinner, I can think of a way.” Wilson rasped when he pulled away from the kiss.

One of Wilson’s hands moved from it’s place by House’s hip, to grab a handful of his ass.

Chase immediately turned back to the game. That was more than he needed to know about the intimate dynamics of their marriage. He quickly finished his food, and excused himself to the bathroom. When he returned House was on the floor in front of the TV, pulling at something on the stand.

“Wilson!” He exclaimed, far louder than necessary given that Wilson was just in the kitchen.

“Yes, Darling?” Wilson came into the living room, hands on his hips and smirk on his face.

“Where are the cables for the PlayStation?”

Wilson’s eyes lit up, seeming quite pleased with himself. Chase wasn’t sure he wanted to know what was going on.

“It’s your night to do the dishes.” Wilson stated, still in his hands on hips position.

“Are you hard of hearing? I said where are the cords for the PlayStation.” House over emphasized, staring at Wilson with a Jack Nicholson level stare.

“And I’ll tell you where the cords for the PlayStation are, as soon as you’ve done the dishes.” Wilson mocked.

“You really think that will make me do the dishes? I’m a genius, you think I can’t just find the cords?” House argued.

“That’s exactly what I think. You can either spend hours searching for the cords, which you won’t find by the way, and then do the dishes or you can spend ten minutes doing the dishes now, then I’ll give you the cords, and you can be playing GTA before the sun goes down. But it’s up you, genius.”

Wilson looked exactly like the cat that got the canary as House used the coffee table to help push himself up off the floor, grumbling about how rude it was to make cripples do chores.

“I put the stool in front of the sink for you so you don’t have to stand!” Wilson called after him, before starting a ridiculous and frankly awkward looking dance of victory.

Twenty minutes later House limps back into the living room, declaring the dishes complete. Wilson goes as far as to inspect the kitchen, including opening the oven for some reason, before opening the cupboard under the sink and pulling out a blue bucket filled with cleaning supplies. Reaching his hand inside he produces the cords, handing them to House.

“There you go, have fun.” He says with a fond smile.

Chase is truthfully confused. Wilson cooked dinner, had his food stolen by House, at some point he took apart their PlayStation and hid the cords just to bribe House into doing a completely normal household task, and yet he seems completely unbothered. In fact he seems to be enjoying himself.

House, on the other hand, seems slightly less abrasive though he wouldn’t go as far as to call him caring. He doesn’t really know why the incredibly kind Wilson tolerates him as his spouse.

Once House has the PlayStation up and running Wilson brings them each another beer and together the three of them play a few rounds of Mario Kart. They are all competitive and while Chase never manages to beat House, he takes solace in the fact Wilson does.

“Would you guys mind if I went out for a run? I like going to this trail just outside town so I’ll be gone a couple hours.” Chase asks.

“Sure but don’t think you can you use our shower.” House says, getting up from the couch to hobble over to the piano bench.

“He’s joking. Of course you can go for your run and of course you can shower after.” Wilson shoots a look at House, who is staring innocently down at the keys of the instrument.

Chase changes in the bathroom, and when he returns to the living room Wilson curled up on the couch reading a book while House plays a quiet, gentle melody. It’s shockingly domestic and Chase puts on his shoes and slips out the door quietly, not wanting to disturb them.

When Chase returns from his run, Wilson is still sitting on the couch but now he’s watching a black and white film on TV. House is stretched out across the couch, right foot propped up on the arm, left foot tucked under his right knee, and his head in Wilson’s lap. He’s also snoring softly.

“Is he…” Chase trails off as he toes off his running shoes.

“Asleep? Yeah.” Wilson says, not turning from the TV.

Wilson’s fingers are in House’s hair. Just absentmindedly stroking as he watches his movie. They look very sweet, the two of them.

He walks as softly as possible to the kitchen for some water, opening the fridge gently.

“You don’t have to worry about being quiet. He’ll sleep until I wake him up.” Wilson says.

He’s not watching the movie now, he’s staring down at House’s sleeping form with that fond smile on his face again, like House is the most wonderful thing he’s ever seen. Chase can’t imagine what about the misanthropic doctor makes Wilson so happy.

As Chase passes behind the couch, heading for a shower, Wilson stops him.

“Hey, can you pass me the blanket that’s on the floor behind the couch? It’s usually over the back where I can reach it but I didn’t notice it had fallen.” He explains.

Chase grabs the blanket. It’s brown and fuzzy, very soft. He wonders how Wilson plans on getting himself under the blanket without suffocating House when Wilson tosses the blanket down the couch to cover House’s body. He isn’t totally successful though, the blanket falls at House’s knees, bunched up.

“Would you mind pulling it over him the rest of the way? When it’s on the back of the couch I can pull it down to cover him but my throwing skills need work.” Wilson says.

Chase does as he’s asked. The blanket is quite large and covers house from shoulders to feet quite easily. It occurs to him that what Wilson said implies this happens a lot - House snoozing on the couch using Wilson as a pillow.

“Thanks, he gets cold when he’s sleeping.”

“Does he usually fall asleep at 9pm?” Chase finds himself asking. Wilson chuckles.

“Sometimes. People tend to write it off, because of his other eccentricities, but he does have chronic pain. It can be pretty tiring.”

Chase momentarily feels bad. While House’s frequent Vicodin popping reminds them that House does experience pain, they tend to forget that the pills don’t make him pain free, they just keep him standing. Chase heads for the shower with this in mind.

When he’s towelling off he can hear Wilson in the other room talking to House.

“Greg, wake up.”

There is some unintelligible grumbling from House.

“I know Baby, come on. Chase is going to be out of the bathroom soon so you’ve got to get up.” Wilson’s voice is terribly gentle.

Chase runs the towel through his hair, and hears more caterwauling from House.

“You can bring the blanket with you, and I’ll still cuddle with you in the bedroom.”

Chase lets out a small laugh at that. He never would have pegged House as the cuddly type.

“My cane - it’s in the kitchen.”

The first actual words he’s heard from House. Chase is fully dressed and could walk out at any time, but he finds he doesn’t want too. He’s learned a little about them as a couple from watching them at home, but he’s curious about their interactions when he isn’t in the room.

“Just lean on me Baby.”

And Chase can’t imagine House willingly leaning on anyone to help him walk, yet the next sound he hears is the uneven gait of the two of them.

“Leg’s sore.” House says, their voices growing closer.

“You’ve just been laying down on the couch for nearly two hours, I’m not surprised. You’ve got some pills in the bedroom, we’ll get you your bedtime dose and it’ll feel a little better. I can massage it too.”

“Hmm, love you Jimmy.”

“I love you too, Greg.”

Chase is well and truly shocked. House leaning on Wilson to walk, admitting his leg is bothering him, saying ‘I love you’, it’s all so un-House like.

When he hears the door to the bedroom close, he finally leaves the bathroom to get the couch ready. The light above the stove has been left on, and he isn’t sure if it’s for his benefit or if they always leave it on.

As he arranges the bedding to his liking, and when he’s settled down he mulls over his experience with House and Wilson over the course of the evening.

He is reminded of a cat that used to live around the dumpsters near his school when he was young. It had been white at one time but it appeared more brown from the dirt the caked in it’s fur. It was a vicious thing, anytime you got anywhere neat it, it would hiss and arch it’s back. His friends liked to laugh at it, but one day after school he went back with some food for it. He felt sort of bad for the thing.

It became somewhat of a ritual and slowly the cat stopped hissing at him when he would bring the food, until one day he was able to touch it. Eventually it would roll over on it’s back and purr when he came to see it, but only if it was just him.

He tried to bring his friend to see the cat once, but despite him having food and it being only the two of them, the cat hissed and arched its back before disappearing behind the dumpster. His friend had laughed and claimed he knew that cat couldn’t like anyone. He went back after supper that night and sure enough the cat greeted him happily.

He remembers how special it made him feel, to know that cat was friendly only to him. Even if no one else would ever know, he did.

And he supposes that’s how Wilson feels about House.

[aliorsboxostuff]

MALE!READER WRITING REQUESTS OPEN!

Come check out my works bellow!

I've seen how devastatingly little male!reader fics are in my big fandoms, and as a gay man i feel like i should provide us with said fics! Which is why I'm opening my ask box for any and all male!readers and gn!readers requests! (Including anon requests!)

RULES:

I WON'T ACCEPT FEMALE!READER FICS REQUESTS. I’m a trans-masc genderfluid, so male!Readers or gn!Readers are the ones that I usually write and am comfortable with. It’s hard looking for male!reader fics, especially in female-dominated fandoms, that's why I'm opening requests for any and all sad and touch-starved dudes out there! If these don't fit your preferences then you are free to leave, and if you're a female user/reader entering my blog, I hope you remain respectful about the fics I write or get requests for, thank you.

NOTE: I NEVER USE ANY FORM OF Y/N IN MY FICS. Please be aware that i write based on my current fixations. Fixations may vary in how much i want to write them so i’ll be ranking from the MOST interested to the LEAST interested but will write. Please be patient in waiting for your fics as i, sadly, have IRL work to worry about too! 

What i will write:

male!reader

gender-neutral reader

Ftm! Reader

Smut 

Platonic or Romantic relationships

Kid!reader (ONLY platonic-parental relationships)

angst

fluff

comfort

headcanons

nsfw alphabets

drabbles

Series

Age gap (CHARACTERS MUST BE OVER THE AGE OF 19)

What I Won't write:

female!reader

underage characters (anyone under 17)

necrophilia

real people

pedophilia

Omorashi

age play

rape/non-con

incest

offensive/harmful things

THE CHARACTER LIST!

Current immediate fixation:

HOUSE MD (Up to s2)

Gregory House 

James Wilson

Robert Chase

Lisa Cuddy

PEDRO PASCAL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE

Ezra (prospect)

Joel Miller

Javi Gutierrez

Javier Peña

Frankie Morales

Whiskey (Kingsman)

MORTAL KOMBAT 1

Johnny Cage

Kenshi Takahashi

Tomas Vrbada

Syzoth

HONKAI STAR RAIL

Boothill

Welt

Sampo

Gallagher

Dr. Ratio

JUJUTSU KAISEN

Satoru Gojo

Nanami Kento

Higuruma Hiromi

Ryoumen Sukuna

Yuuji Itadori (Fluff)

Toge Inumaki (Fluff)

Less interested (but will write) Fixations:

TOP GUN 86’ & TOP GUN: MAVERICK

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

COD MODERN WARFARE II

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

John 'Soap' Mactavish

König

DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN

Connor (RK800)

Nines (RK900)

HONORABLE MENTIONS

Chris Knight (Real Genius)

Hannibal (NBC)

The Corinthian (Netflix Sandman)

Leon S. Kennedy (RE4 Remake)

Luis Serra (RE4 Remake)

Understand that these are all works of fiction; I am perfectly fine with writing for topics including mafias, mobs, murder, organized crime, war, mental illness, abuse, etc.; but please do not romanticize them in any way. Reading it is fine; please don't romanticize them in your head.

If any of this provided information may seem confusing or have any questions, feel free to drop a DM and I will explain further! I will try to post fic requests as regularly and as fast as I can!

For refrence, these are fics i've written and uploaded to my AO3!

Steven Grant/Male Reader fluff

XMEN Family Pride Fic

Steven Grant/Male Reader Smut #1

Steven Grant/Male Reader Smut #2

Deadpool/Male Reader Fluff Confession

Deadpool/Ftm Reader Smut

Robert 'Bob' Floyd/Male Reader Fluff

Robert 'Bob' Floyd/Male Reader sunshine x grumpy

Tangerine/Male Reader Fluff/Angst Mature

Tangerine/Male Reader Mature

Tangerine/Male Reader (Escort Fic) Mature

Tangerine/NB Reader Teen&Up

Tangerine/Gender-Fluid Reader (Coming out fic)

Francisco "Catfish" Morales/Husband Reader

Joel Miller/Ftm Reader & Ellie Fluff

Joel Miller & Kid Reader

Joel Miller/Ftm Reader & Tess Fluff a bit Angst

Miguel O'hara/Male Reader Fluff

Miguel O'hara/Male Reader Spicy Fluff

Miguel O'hara/Male&GN Reader Spicy Fluff

Miguel O'hara/Male&GN Reader Fluff slight Angst

Din Djarin/Boyfriend Reader Smut

And the Short Fics/Drabbles on Tumblr!

Pulse (Tangerine/M!reader)

Deep Dive (Namor/M!reader)

Hold Tight (Tangerine/gn Reader)

Ner Mesh'la (Din Djarin/Male Reader)

Trinkets (Kurt Wagner/Gender-fluid Reader)

"Anythin' you wanna be." (Hobie Brown & Ftm Reader)

Little Nap! (Meows Morales Drabble)

Anyone that starts an argument about me writing exclusively for men and gender neutrals alike will get a very passive-aggressive and sarcastic reply to your request. There is an abundance of female!readers fics and writers who provide them; I am just here for people that takes a whole day searching for good male!reader fics. IF you do start an unnecessary rant about my fics or my writing preferences at a given moment; I’ve been in fandom spaces for the last 7 years of my life and run on pure manic adrenaline, I will throw hands. 

Without further ado, REBLOG TO TELL ALL DUDES! I OPEN MY FLOOD GATES! WELCOME ALL MALE!READER REQUESTS!

[averagesawfan]

thinking about the aftermath s6 ep11 of house (the one were wilson and house pretend they're gay). house keeps shutting down his team's ideas and he says "lowkey broskis. this is kinda homophobic" (Taub takes the bait bc he doesn't know any better) "House, your not gay."

"hmmmmm yes I am. Wilson is too, I mean I think he is. you dont really propose to a guy because you want a girl... Wanna see the pics :)"

Thirteen and Foreman proceed to fujoshi and fundashi out respectively while Chase and Taub have their own inner monologs

[all-pacas]

so according to "the mistake," kayla was admitted to the clinic on may 11th of 2005. assuming cases happen roughly when the episode airdates do, that puts chase's Patient Murder / Dad's Death right between "love hurts" (5/10) and "three stories" (5/17) in the timeline

which is totally irrelevant but adds a fun layer to both — chase has just gotten off house's shitlist for ratting to vogler, for one (house stops punishing him for it the episode before love hurts), which would definitely add to his panic over screwing up: his last mistake was nowhere near as bad and almost got him fired. but it might also explain why house didn't fire him again, or even took him off the shitlist and stopped punishing him for vogler — dad died, he's miserable enough, it's not fun anymore.

kayla then dies sometime around august/september of 2005, right at the start of s2. the hearing is probably scheduled then, but her brother decides to sue chase a week before the episode — which also is right around the time "Hunting" took place. which could ALSO be a fun layer: chase goaded the brother into suing in an act of Pure Self Destruction, the same week (maybe even the same day) he fucks his drugged up coworker? in later seasons, we even know he does this on purpose, he sleeps around when he's feeling low, none of this could have been planned but it's kinda!!