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Birthday Countdown Revchase Snippets - Day 8

To celebrate Valentine's month as well as my birthday month, I'm going to post a snippet of Revchase every day until my birthday, using these prompts- there are 25 so it leads right up to my birthday!! Here's eight!!

8- Write about one member of your ship giving the other a compliment. 

Pairing: Robert Chase/Reverie (oc)

Media: House MD

Word Count: 646

Rating: T

CW: Drug mention

REV COMPLIMENTS CHASE

Another surgery done and dusted. The patient's in PACU, the OR is being cleaned, and the surgical staff are all peeling out of their gear. Reverie is back in nothing but scrubs first, fluffing her hair in front of a mirror.

“Hate how damn surgical caps smash down my hair,” she groans, having fixed it back to a decent shape.

She then turns to face Chase, who has pulled his own hair out of the cap and face from beneath his mask. Reverie stares at him, hearts in her eyes. Even after a long, hard surgery, the man is stunning to her.

“What?” Chase asks, flashing that sweet smile of his.

Those pretty pink lips, perfect teeth, the way his undereyes crinkle up and his cheeks round out– it's all absolutely heavenly to Reverie. She places her chin in her hand, tilting her head and staring at her boyfriend.

“You have such an adorable smile,” Reverie says with one of her own. “Literally makes my heart skip a beat just looking at it. My God.”

Chase blushes and that precious smile widens. “It's not that cute. You don't have to lie.”

Reverie shakes her head. “I'm not. You can put on a stethoscope and listen for yourself. C'mon, smile and I'll prove it.”

He laughs and shakes his head. “You don't need to prove it. It's just really cute the way you told me. And maybe I like hearing you repeat it.”

She smirks and walks up to him, then takes his smiling face between her hands. “I'll repeat it forever. The prettiest, sweetest smile I've ever seen.”

His face burns with blush under her hands, and the smile stays. “And you're the prettiest, sweetest girl I've ever met.”

Reverie giggles. “Is this game going to go on all day?”

With a scoff, Chase answers, “maybe so.”

CHASE COMPLIMENTS REV

It's never unusual when Reverie begins a morning with a painkiller and an energy drink. Chase has watched her do it a billion times. The speed of the caffeine and the slow of the drugs mix into a “fun” swirl in her head, and she rides that wave all day.

She does this because she's in pain, always. Similarly to House, in fact, though she doesn't pop as many pills as he does per day. And when Reverie is in a lot of pain, she doesn't put effort into her appearance. So there she sits at the kitchen island, sipping on a can of Monster, her short hair a tangled mess, eyes already heavy with exhaustion, dressed in only a loose tank top and sweats and hospital socks.

“Good morning, gorgeous.”

Chase’s voice shocks her and she nearly chokes on her energy drink. Reverie whips around to face him as he walks in from the bedroom, still in pajamas himself, but much better looking in her eyes.

“You're so full of shit,” Reverie responds, downing the rest of her drink. “Look at me. I'm not gorgeous.”

He scoffs. “I beg to differ. If you aren't gorgeous, then why do I get butterflies like a stupid teenage boy every time I look at you?”

Blush creeps over her cheeks. “I dunno, you're insane? I am not gorgeous.”

Chase rolls his eyes as he approaches her and wraps his hands around her waist. “Rev, I'm serious. You're the prettiest little angel I've ever seen in my life.”

Reverie rolls her eyes, much more dramatically than he did. “Even like this? Even all sick and shitty looking?”

Chase kisses her on the top of the head. “You couldn't be shitty looking if you tried. You're just as beautiful when you're sick and tired as when you're done up in makeup. The most beautiful.”

Her face lights up bright red, and she speaks with a genuine tone, “Thank you, luv. You're the sweetest.”

“And you're the prettiest.”

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Summary: To celebrate Valentine’s month as well as my birthday month in 2024, I posted a snippet of Revchase every day until my birthday, using these prompts- there were 25 so it led right up to my birthday!!

Rating: T to Mature

Media: House MD

Pairing: Robert Chase/Reverie (oc)

Chapters

Day 1

Day 2

Day 3

Day 4

Day 5

Day 6

Day 7

Day 8

Day 9

Day 10

Day 11

Day 12

Day 13+14

Day 15

Day 16

Day 17

Day 18

Day 19

Day 20

Day 21

Day 22

Day 23

Day 24

Day 25

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Birthday Countdown Revchase Snippets - Day 25 aka MY BIRTHDAY!!

To celebrate Valentine's month as well as my birthday month, I'm going to post a snippet of Revchase every day until my birthday, using these prompts- there are 25 so it leads right up to my birthday!! Here is day 25, FINALLY MY BIRTHDAY!! This was really fun to write, but I'm sorry if anything is inaccurate because I've never been surfing and I just read and watched some guides on how to do it 😅

25- Write about your ship bathing or swimming surfing together.

Pairing: Robert Chase/Reverie (oc)

Media: House MD

Word Count: 1,861

Rating: T

CW: None

A weekend off is an incredible thing. A weekend off for one's birthday is even better– and Reverie's birthday is on a Sunday. Naturally, she's asked Chase to go to the beach, so they drive out to the shore, packed up to stay the night, surfboards strapped to the top of the car.

Because this is not just going to be a regular trip to the shore. Reverie asked Chase to teach her to surf.

“Can't believe you're Australian and never learned how to surf,” Chase says playfully as they drive along the coast. “Honestly, it's quite surprising.”

Reverie swats his arm playfully. “Oh, shut up. Not everyone had that luxury, you know.”

Chase shrugs. “Fair enough. It's kind of nice, actually. I’m going to be the one to teach you. It's kind of romantic.”

“I agree,” Reverie replies, a wistful tone to her voice. “To me, anything where you teach me something is romantic. Especially if it happens at the ocean.”

He smiles in response. “That’s sweet you think so. Okay, we're almost there.”

When Chase says this, he takes a turn onto a strange path that Reverie hasn't seen before. It's a road, clearly meant to be used, but there is not a railing or signs indicating it's a true path. But Reverie says nothing, and just watches as Chase takes the vehicle down this sandy path, eventually reaching a small stretch of shore and a cove absent of any people at all.

“Here we are,” Chase announces, shutting off the car and hopping out. “Surprise.”

After getting out of the car herself, Reverie looks around, arms crossed. “What is this place? We've never been here before. In fact, it doesn't look like anyone has.”

Chase's smile widens. “I found this cove a long time ago, and for a while I was scared I'd get in trouble for coming back. But I decided that I didn't care, and I had to bring you here.”

Reverie smiles back. “Huh. So maybe this is our cove now, then? If we don't get yelled at for swimming here, that is.”

“Not just swimming,” Chase says with effort as he reaches up to the roof of the car, undoing the straps around the two surfboards atop it. “Surfing, too, remember?”

“Of course,” Reverie says, digging in the backseat for their wetsuits. “If I'm honest, I'm kind of scared.”

Chase takes both boards off the car and holds one under each arm. “Nah, c'mon, you’ve got me to teach you. No need to worry. Go ahead and suit up.”

She raises her eyebrow. “Out in the open?”

“It's just us, Rev,” Chase reassures her, grabbing his own wetsuit and stripping out of his shirt.

Reverie admires Chase's bare torso for a moment, catching him grinning at her, then snaps herself out of it and takes off her own clothes, though she shrinks against herself to cover up as much as she can. Even though Chase has seen her naked just as much as he's seen her clothed, and there's no one else around to see, Reverie remains bashful and blushes even after she's fully covered in her wetsuit.

She steps forward in the sand to meet Chase, who is also in his wetsuit, and she can't help but gasp a little and bite her lip. Something about wetsuits, she thinks, admiring the way it hugs Chase's figure.

“Damn, you look good in that,” Chase tells her, which surprises her.

“Was gonna say the same to you,” Reverie replies, an edge of shock to her voice. “Scrubs, or wetsuit? Which looks better on you…”

“I'd say it's equal in your case,” Chase says to Reverie.

Reverie nods. “I agree when it comes to you.”

Chase claps his hands together. “Okay! Now, I'm going to teach you the basics of surfing. The waves aren't too violent today, so that's good. Grab your board and we'll get started.”

She picks up the smaller of the two surfboards and groans with effort. “Jesus, I didn't realize they were so heavy.”

“They won't feel that way in the water,” Chase tells her as he walks closer and closer to the ocean. “C'mon now, we'll practice on land first.”

Chase places his board down on the sand, and Reverie follows suit. He applies wax to both of their boards, then attaches the leash to his ankle, and nods at Reverie to do the same. She imitates him, and then he lies on his front on the surfboard.

“Okay, so, when you start out, you'll be on your front,” he begins. “When you're ready to pop up, you'll be in a position like you're doing a push-up. Like this.”

He does what is essentially a push-up, and Reverie does the same.

“Alright, now as you push yourself up with your arms, put your foot back.”

While he does so effortlessly, Reverie does so with a bit of a balance issue. Chase smiles at her effort.

“Not bad. Okay, now push forward with the foot you've still got forward, and keep your knees bent a little, then put out your arms to balance.”

Once more, Chase's form is perfect, and Reverie's leaves a lot to be desired, but she stands in position decently in the end.

“Nice!” He encourages her. “Let’s practice on land a little more. Get back in your push-up position, and we'll do this again so you're confident enough to try it in the water.”

The two practice the pop up for a good 45 minutes until Reverie has managed to do it very well for a beginner. Chase praises her with each attempt, which makes her heart flutter.

“I think I'm ready to go in the water,” Reverie says, though inside, she isn't really sure that she's truly ready.

“Great!” Chase exclaims, giving her a truly happy smile. “Follow me.”

After following him to the shore, where the waves lap at her feet, Reverie’s pulse speeds up. She watches as Chase wades so far into the water that he's nearly forced to tread water, then pushes himself up onto the surfboard and lies prone.

“Do like this, Rev!” He shouts, just floating there on his board. “It's easy!”

Reverie inhales sharply and begins to walk into the water, shivering initially at the temperature. Once she reaches a certain depth, she clambers ungracefully onto the surfboard and flops front-first on it, letting out a string of curses that is nearly unintelligible.

“Good!” Chase calls to her. “Now use your arms and feet to paddle up to me!”

Clearly not as strong as her better half, Reverie is easily tired by making her way up to Chase, in the deeper parts of the water. Small waves push forward, but not enough to knock either of them astray.

“Now we wait,” he says. “You want to watch for a smaller wave, but one big enough to actually surf on. I won't make you try something extreme on your first attempt.”

Reverie internally thanks a God she doesn't believe in, and waits for a wave with Chase. After a good five minutes, Chase points out a decent sized wave for a beginner like Reverie.

“Here's one! Okay, we'll paddle up. Once the wave lifts you a bit, remember your pop up? Do that, and keep your arms out to stay balanced, right? Then let the wave carry you! You ready?”

She sighs hard, then nods. “As I'll ever be!”

The pair head towards the wave, and as it begins to lift up her board, Reverie pops up almost simultaneously as Chase, but once more, not nearly as gracefully. Chase glides effortlessly along the wave, maintaining beautiful balance. Reverie keeps her balance for just a moment, enough that puts a smile on her face and the thought of “I'm doing it!” Until the wave becomes too much for her and she loses balance, crashing off the board and into the water.

She screams curses after popping back up and climbing back on the board, wanting to punch the damn thing. Chase's board skates down into the calm waters, and he lies back down on it.

“That was so good!” He yells his praise at Reverie. “For your first wave, you kicked ass, Rev!”

Spitting salt water out and cursing the board, she rolls her eyes. “Yeah, right! That was dogshit and you know it!”

He's paddled up to her by this point. “Hey, Rev, no it wasn't. It's only your first wave, don't get discouraged! Stay positive, okay?”

She's essentially pouting by this point. “I guess.”

“Look, here's another one! Come on, let's try again!” Chase calls, beginning to paddle up to the next wave.

“Here we go again,” Reverie groans, following him up to the turbulent water.

Once more, Chase performs perfectly, and Reverie does slightly better than before, but still crashes and burns, swearing so loudly that even those away from this distant stretch of ocean could probably hear it.

“That was better!” Chase calls. “Nice job!”

Reverie rolls her eyes. “I guess. I think I'm done surfing, luv. Failing over and over isn't fun.”

Chase tilts his head and cups her jaw. “That's not failing over and over, you're just learning. And your balance is really good for a beginner, I swear. Try it once more for me, okay? And if you still don't want to continue, we'll beachcomb, alright?”

She nods. “Yeah. Sounds fine.”

“Good.” He begins paddling back out to sea, and Reverie follows him.

The next wave, smaller than the last, comes up. Chase nods at Reverie to follow him, and she does. With every fiber of her being, Reverie fills with determination, and pops up very well, and maintains balance almost perfectly in comparison to her previous attempts. A goofy, joyful smile spreads on her face, and she rides the wave not too far from Chase.

Though, she thinks of victory too soon, as her legs falter and she falls into the water again. But this time, when she resurfaces, she is not angry– just exhausted.

“Oh my God!” Chase yells to her, “That was so great, Rev! You’re really getting it!”

She sighs and slumps over her board. “Yeah, I did good that time, but I still want to stop. At least for now. Can we just beachcomb for a bit?”

Chase laughs and claps a hand on her shoulder. “Of course, let’s go put up the boards.”

Back on the shore, Reverie places her board in the sand, rips off her ankle leash, and flops down on the ground, sighing in exhaustion.

“I know you think you failed a lot,” Chase says, “but you did excellent, especially for your first time.”

“Mhm,” she mutters. “I dunno how you do this, it’s so tiring.”

Chase leans down to meet her. “I know, Rev, but you did so well.”

She tilts her head. “Really? Or are you just saying that because I’m your girlfriend?”

Giving her a quick kiss, tasting salt and sand on her lips, Chase smiles and says, “Really.”

Reverie blushes. “Thank you. Can we go look for shells now?”

Chase extends a hand and helps Reverie up. “Yeah, let’s go look for shells.”

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Birthday Countdown Revchase Snippets - Day 24

To celebrate Valentine's month as well as my birthday month, I'm going to post a snippet of Revchase every day until my birthday, using these prompts- there are 25 so it leads right up to my birthday!! Here is day 24, the final day before my birthday!!

24- Write about your ship cuddling.

Pairing: Robert Chase/Reverie

Media: House MD

Word Count: 580

Rating: T (just for language otherwise its clean)

CW: None

If there's one thing both the Australian-born Reverie and Chase hate, it's New Jersey's winters. Cold weather is not a friend to either party, especially not Reverie. She will complain all day at work, and all day at home. Chase complains less than she, but at least he has someone to confide in about his hatred of anything below forty degrees Fahrenheit.

They arrive home on a particularly unpleasant night when it's spitting freezing rain outside. Reverie comes into the house shivering, despite the several layers of clothing she's piled onto herself– a shirt under a sweater under a jacket under a coat, with a hat, scarf, gloves, and boots with two layers of socks and legwarmers. Chase is already stripping out of his coat halfway through the door, because while he dislikes the cold, he is not as intolerant of it as Reverie is.

“They shouldn't make us go to work when it's this fucking freezing,” Reverie complains through clenched teeth, still shrugging into herself. “Coming home at night, it's even worse.”

Chase rolls his eyes playfully. “I know, I know. But it's warm here, we've got the heater and blankets and each other, so go ahead and take off all your layers and I'll get us something to drink.”

Although she doesn't want to, Reverie reluctantly begins to peel off every article of clothing except for her pants, one pair of socks, and the sweater over the shirt. She hangs it all neatly on the coat rack by the door before grabbing a blanket and curling herself up in it on the couch.

“Hey, save some for me,” Chase says as he returns to the living room with a glass of whiskey for Reverie and cider for himself.

Reverie allows him into the blanket cocoon, latching herself onto him and then throwing the blanket back over both of their bodies. Her arms and legs both wrap around him, and she's curled against him in an almost prawn-like shape. Chase rests his arms on her back and nestles his face against her neck.

“We probably should've turned on the TV first,” he mumbles against her skin.

“Ah, fuck,” Reverie groans. “Well, I'm not getting up to put on music or TV.”

“And if you're not getting up, that means I'm not,” Chase sighs. “Oh well, let's just enjoy the quiet for once, yeah?”

“I guess,” Reverie responds with a roll of the eyes, but not moving her body at all.

The two of them, fit together almost like a yin-yang sign, absorb each others’ warmth as they listen to nothing but the sound of the freezing rain pelting against the roof and windows. They only move on a very rare occasion to take a drink, then immediately snuggle back into the little nest they've created.

“Chase, I really hate the winter,” Reverie says.

“Yeah, me too,” he replies.

“But you know what I love?” Reverie pauses for a second. “This.”

Chase smiles, his lips pressing into her neck giving him a perfect opportunity to kiss it.

“Me too, Rev.”

Medicine, lights, dinner be damned, the two stay in this position all night, falling asleep cuddling into the perfect little ball on the couch. For once, it doesn't matter that Reverie hogs the blanket, because they are so close together they may as well be a single person, and it's enough for them both. They sleep like this all night long, peaceful and warm and quiet, and above all, happy.

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Birthday Countdown Revchase Snippets - Day 23

To celebrate Valentine's month as well as my birthday month, I'm going to post a snippet of Revchase every day until my birthday, using these prompts- there are 25 so it leads right up to my birthday!! Here is day 23!!

23- Write about your ship supporting each other through a hard time.

Pairing: Robert Chase/Reverie (oc)

Media: House MD

Word Count: 713

Rating: M

CW: Mentions of murder, lots of blood, death

The ICU is empty. The lights are almost all off, and those that are on are flickering at random. His footsteps are the only sounds on the ground. That is, until he approaches the one light that remains steadily on– bright and harsh. And the sounds of the heart monitor replace silence. He walks closer and closer to the room, until the subtle beep of the monitor turns to a monotonous flatline, and several doctors clamor around the patient out of nowhere.

Including himself.

The real Chase, the one outside the room, can only watch from the windowed walls as his counterpart and team struggle to keep the patient alive. But blood is pouring, pouring more than it should, covering the patient and the bed and the doctors and the floor. It floods the floor and begins to seep from beneath the door frame and around his shoes. The team and his counterpart, still inside the room, struggle keeping the patient alive, but it's hopeless.

When they finally call it, the blood seems to drain from the floor and the team disappears, except for the other Chase. There's silence again, and the door unlocks. Real Chase walks through and into the room and sees the patient's corpse, his face twisted in horror, body soaked in his own blood. The other Chase, covered in the same sanguinous liquid, smiles eerily at him.

“This is your fault, you know.”

And then he wakes up with a gasp, shoving his face into his hands near instantly. He can feel his face is soaked in sweat, and the cool sensation on his arms indicate his body is, too. Reverie, who had been sound asleep next to him, sits up and places a hand on his shoulder.

“Did you have another one of those dreams?” She asks quietly, her hand beginning to gently rub the spot it sits at.

Chase nods, his face still in his hands. Reverie shifts and changes positions to hold him instead, her arms around her torso, face against his neck.

“You did what you had to,” Reverie whispers to him, beginning to rock him back and forth. “I already told you a million times, what you did was necessary.”

He sighs into his hands, then takes his face out of them. Looking over at the ever-sympathetic Reverie, he can't help but let the ghost of a smile tug at the corners of his lips.

“I know,” Chase says, “It's just something that's always going to haunt me. Every time I dream about it, I keep thinking, “did I really need to do that?” And you always tell me yes.”

Reverie kisses his neck. “Because it's true. I would've done that and worse. Thing is, I would've gotten caught. I'm too impulsive. You and Foreman…and House. You knew what you were doing.”

Chase scoffs softly. “Not really, but it worked out. Why? Why did it work out for me?”

Her hands begin to stroke through his hair. “Maybe sometimes fate sometimes does have a place in our lives. We deny it, deny any kind of other influence, but this was fate. Or luck. Whichever you'd like to call it. You did the right thing, and it was meant to be.”

He inhales sharply and nods. “Yeah. I guess so.”

They stay quiet for a moment, Reverie continuing to hold and comfort him as his pulse slows and he settles back into reality. Just her touch alone is like magic, enough to calm even the worst emotions in him.

“Was Foreman yelling at you in this one?” Reverie asks curiously of the dream, after a while of silence.

Chase shakes his head. “No. A clone of me told me it was my fault, though.”

Reverie snorts. “A clone of you. What a world we'd live in if that were real.”

He portrays a look of mock offense. “Hey, what's wrong with two of me?”

“Oh absolutely nothing’s wrong with it,” Reverie laughs, “I'd have a hell of a time with that.”

Chase can't help but laugh, too. “You're ridiculous.”

“Hm, I know.”

They soon settle back into bed, Reverie still attached to him like a weighted blanket, and he's able to fall back asleep, to have pleasant, if not a bit odd, non-murder related dreams.

[dogma1999]

Birthday Countdown Revchase Snippets - Day 22

To celebrate Valentine's month as well as my birthday month, I'm going to post a snippet of Revchase every day until my birthday, using these prompts- there are 25 so it leads right up to my birthday!! Here is day 22!!

22- Write about a member of your ship giving the other a special gift. 

Pairing: Robert Chase/Reverie (oc)

Media: House MD

Word Count: 717

Rating: Everyone

CW: None

Weekends off– no, shared weekends off, are the most sacred and important kinds of days off. How rare it is for House to let Chase off the hook for more than an hour, let alone the same time Reverie isn't stuck in the OR– it's a time to celebrate. And often, that celebration is going down to the shore to surf, swim, and beachcomb to their hearts’ content.

They arrive back home with sand still finding its way out of their bags, their clothes, hell, even their bodies despite several showers. With skin just a few shades warmer than before, up to a point, thanks to whatever wetsuit or swimwear they chose. With bags full of new ocean treasures, from shells to bones to beach glass.

One particular item, though, Chase has found and kept hidden from Reverie. Which is difficult, considering she digs around in all the bags to make sure they have everything before coming back home. And this item is difficult to conceal, considering its fragility and importance, so Chase has had to keep it basically on his person at all times to keep Reverie from finding it.

The afternoon they return home from the shore, and everything is put away in the house, Reverie throws herself onto the couch and sighs. Chase can tell she's exhausted from the trip and the unpacking, and since she's in a relaxed state, now might be the time to give her that special item.

“Hey, Rev,” Chase calls to her, his voice having an air of importance to it. “There's something I want to show you.”

Reverie turns over her shoulder and watches as he digs in the camera bag. “Oh, Christ, is it a picture of me eating shit on that really small wave? Did you photograph that? Because I do not want to see that. It was embarrassing enough as it is.”

Chase shakes his head and laughs. “No, it's something else. A gift.”

She raises her eyebrows. “A gift?”

“Yep,” he says, trying to keep the thing he speaks of hidden in his hands. “A gift from the ocean.”

Reverie's heart speeds up. “Oh God, what did you find?”

He kneels beside the couch next to her and opens up his hands like a clam shell, revealing what's inside. Reverie gasps and smiles, laughing in disbelief.

“Ta-da,” he says playfully, moving his hand closer to Reverie.

“Holy shit, Chase! You really found this?!”

In his hands is a small, black item, no longer than six inches. It looks like some kind of pouch with horns on the top and bottom, and that's because it is– it's a mermaid's purse.

“I can't believe you found a fucking mermaid's purse!” Reverie cheers, poking at the leathery little sea trinket. “The size, the shape…it's gotta be a small skate egg case. When and where did you find this?”

Chase smirks. “Funny enough, I found it when you ate shit on that small wave. That wave washed it ashore. I knew you've always wanted one, so I grabbed it as fast as I could and I've hidden it all weekend so I could give it to you as a present.”

Reverie takes the mermaid's purse into her own, considerably smaller hands, and admires it with sparkles in her eyes and a huge smile. “This has got to be like, the coolest thing I've ever gotten to hold. And I've held a human heart!”

“I'm glad you like it,” Chase replies with a smile. “Took a lot of effort to keep it hidden. I'm just glad you thought I took an embarrassing picture of you and refused to touch the camera all weekend.”

She laughs. “I'm glad, too. You know where this goes, right?”

“Yep.”

“The shelf of honor,” they say simultaneously.

The shelf of honor is a special shelf in their bedroom, just adjacent to the nightstand but high up on the wall. It contains several oddities and specialties from both parties’ beachcombing adventures, and the mermaid's purse fits right in next to a heart shaped shell Reverie found right after telling Chase she loves him.

“Thank you so much,” Reverie says before giving Chase a kiss on the cheek. “It's the coolest thing on the shelf, innit?”

Chase nods. “I think so. I really do think so.”

[dogma1999]

Birthday Countdown Revchase Snippets - Day 20

To celebrate Valentine's month as well as my birthday month, I'm going to post a snippet of Revchase every day until my birthday, using these prompts- there are 25 so it leads right up to my birthday!! Here is day 20, which I actually already posted in an answer to an ask, but why not post it again?

20- Write about your ship sneaking a romantic moment together.

Pairing: Robert Chase/Reverie (oc)

Media: House MD

Word Count: 600

Rating: T

CW: Somewhat suggestive

It's only seconds after she's finished scrubbing, her hands are still dripping wet and she's holding them out in front of herself, avoiding touching anything. And as many times as she's scrubbed in, Reverie has gotten good at that. She smiles, a sense of victory over her as she readies to gear up, still not touching anything with the sterile parts of her body– until a hand wraps around her forearm and pulls her around in a circle.

“Hey, what the fuck–” she begins to snap, only to notice it's Chase who has grabbed her and spun her around to face him. Her expression changes and she smiles.

“You do know that I just scrubbed in, right?” Reverie asks, taking his hands in hers, sterility be damned now that he'd ruined it. “What was that for? You need something?”

Chase smirks and tightens his fingers as they're laced between hers. “I need you.”

Reverie scoffs and rolls her eyes. “Right before we're supposed to perform an exploratory laparoscopy? You can't wait?”

“Who knows how long that's going to take?” Chase responds with his own eye roll. “It's exploratory. That means we don't know how long it's going to take.”

“Long enough to wait for you to get your hands on me?” Reverie suggests jokingly, though she doesn't move her hands from his. “Your non-sterile hands?”

Letting one hand loose from hers, Chase pushes open a door adjacent to the sink and pulls Reverie inside, locking it behind them. Both are laughing, and it's dark inside, and cramped– they're pushed even closer together than before.

Reverie barely has time to speak before Chase kisses her, giving her rapid pecks on the lips before she pulls away, breathless, and fumbles to find the light switch. When she does, the fluorescents overhead flick on, and that ever-charming, bright smile of Chase's illuminates the room even more than they do.

“Someone's gonna get pissed at us for sneaking off to fool around. You're mental,” Reverie laughs, wrapping her hands around the back of his neck and pulling him back in for a kiss.

Between kisses, he says, “No one will know. And yeah, maybe, but you love me.”

“I do. I do love you,” she responds, squeezing her elbows around his shoulders, carding her hands through his soft, blond hair.

Chase slides his hands down her body and rests them at her hips. “I love you.”

Then they just stand there, admiring each other, holding each other, until both of their pagers go off. Reverie groans and takes hers from her waistband and glares at it.

“They pissed we're late for the procedure?” Chase asks with a smirk.

“No, just reminding us, but I'm pissed they're interrupting us.”

He laughs and takes his hands off her, opening the door and pulling her back out. “Really? You were pissed at me for ruining your scrub-in.”

Reverie shrugs and leaves with him. “And I changed my mind real fast on that.”

“C'mon, let's go fix it, then,” he says, taking her by the elbow. “Scrub in with me.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Reverie replies sarcastically, following him to the sink.

They both start cleaning up from their fingertips to their elbows, but once Chase is done, holding his arms out to dry, Reverie grabs his wrist.

“What…was that?” He asks with a raised eyebrow.

“I was only using water. Hands aren't sterile. It's payback,” she says with a shrug and a smirk, returning to the sink.

“I'll show you payback later…” Chase mutters, and the two smile at each other as they restart washing their hands.

[dogma1999]

Birthday Countdown Revchase Snippets - Day 19

To celebrate Valentine's month as well as my birthday month, I'm going to post a snippet of Revchase every day until my birthday, using these prompts- there are 25 so it leads right up to my birthday!! Here is day 19, which has to do with that poll I put up yesterday lol.

19- Write about your ship going on a casual date.

Pairing: Robert Chase/Reverie (oc)

Media: House MD

Word Count: 875

Rating: M (just in case it's only suggestive but yknow)

CW: Suggestive situation and dialogue

Some may argue that eating at the hospital cafeteria after their shifts end is a date. Some may argue that it is not. Reverie and Chase are the type to have this argument, because they have spent many times at the end of their shift at the hospital cafeteria, and each time, it's a conflict as to what exactly this ritual should be called.

“It's a date,” Reverie says, gesturing to the table where only they are seated. “It's the two of us alone, sitting at a table eating, hanging out and talking. We're dating. So it's a date.”

Chase scoffs. “Just because we are dating doesn't mean this is a date, Rev. If you think this is a date, I need to take you out more. I'll take you surfing this weekend.”

Reverie crosses her arms and rolls her eyes. “Just because we're dating doesn't make that a date,” she mocks him. “It's surfing together. If that's a date, so is this.”

“I'll get someone to agree with me,” Chase says, taking a sip of his soda. “Alright. If this is a date, we're going to make date small talk. How was your day, luv?”

She smirks. “It was very productive. I assisted with a particularly touch-and-go lung transplant. And you?”

“Really? Surgery is date talk to you?” Chase laughs, smiling that pretty smile of his. It makes Reverie blush.

“Yes. Now tell me about your day,” she asks, pointing at him.

Chase sighs. “Okay, we're still playing this game. Well, House got a patient that has a mysterious rash. Sent me and Park to his house, found some perfume. First, we thought the rash was from the perfume, and shocker, it wasn't. We're running some tests overnight. Tomorrow we'll know more. Now, Rev, was that really a good date conversation?”

She playfully bites her straw. “Yes, it was. Now, can I say that you look very sexy tonight? On this date?”

He scoffs and looks down at his clothes– he had no time to change back into his street clothes, so he still has on his scrubs and the grey undershirt pushed up to his elbows.

“It's so cute to me that you think this, of all things, is sexy,” Chase laughs, gesturing to himself.

Reverie continues to bite her straw and twirl her hair around her finger. “Well, you look good in scrubs. What can I say? Scrubs, wetsuits, your leather jacket, your white coat…all sexy.”

Chase smiles and actually blushes at this. “Please. You wear scrubs better than me. And wetsuits. And the times you've stolen my jackets, you looked pretty hot.”

“Not as hot as you,” she says with a click of her tongue. “Is this proper date talk?”

He shrugs. “Better than before. But you'll have to do a little more than that to convince me this is a date.”

Reverie narrows her eyes. “Fine then.”

In a stroke of possible luck, she spots Wilson walking through the cafeteria. She smirks as she gets an idea, then whistles at him.

“Oi! Wilson! C'mere!” She calls.

Wilson walks over, his thick eyebrows knit in confusion. “What's wrong?”

“Why do you assume something is wrong, waiter?” Reverie asks playfully. “My date and I will have two ice cream sandwiches, please.”

Catching on to what game Reverie is playing, Wilson laughs. “And you'll pay me back for that?”

“Yes, just go along with it!” Reverie Hisses.

“Okay,” Wilson says, heading to the counter. He returns a while later and hands them their dessert. “Two ice cream sandwiches for the lovely couple.”

Chase sighs and rolls his eyes. “Wilson, you don't seriously believe this counts as a date, do you?”

Both he and Reverie's eyes widen when Chase catches Reverie giving him the change for the desserts. But both return to the little game, and Wilson sighs.

“I'm not here to get in the middle of your date,” he says, “just to provide your dessert as a waiter. Is there anything else I can get for you?”

Chase groans and Reverie waves him off. “No, that will be all. Thank you.”

Wilson shrugs and leaves the table, and Chase unwraps his ice cream sandwich.

“Might as well eat this, not let our “dessert” go to waste,” Chase says as he takes a bite. “These are actually really good, for hospital cafeteria food.”

Reverie nods as she bites into her own. “Yep. ‘Cause they're meant for dates.”

He rolls his eyes. “Seriously, you're still on that?”

She sighs and pouts. “What can I do to convince you this is a date, luv?”

“That's for you to figure out,” he responds, biting into his dessert.

Reverie shrugs. “Okay. Call it a date, and I'll make it worth your while.”

Chase raises an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

He feels something under the table and looks over at Reverie, smiling innocently as she reaches under. Chase's face lights up pink and he swallows nervously.

“Okay, okay, it's a date, it's a date, this has been a date!”

Reverie nods. “That's what I thought you'd say. Wanna finish this “date” at home?”

Chase nods furiously. “Yes, oh my God, yes. Go get in the car.”

“Yes sir,” she replies playfully, standing up and heading for the door.

[dogma1999]

Birthday Countdown Revchase Snippets - Day 18

To celebrate Valentine's month as well as my birthday month, I'm going to post a snippet of Revchase every day until my birthday, using these prompts- there are 25 so it leads right up to my birthday!! Here is day 18!!

18- Write about how each member of your ship smells.

Pairing: Robert Chase/Reverie (oc)

Media: House MD

Word Count: 559

Rating: Everyone

CW: None

Chase loves the way Reverie smells, and Reverie loves the way Chase smells. From their natural scents– what they smell when the perfume and cologne applied in the morning is gone, as is the soap in the shower, and the laundry detergent has worn off from their clothes, face pressed into neck– to the aforementioned fragrances artificially applied, neither party can get enough of the others’ scent.

They share body wash and shampoo, the former of which is a rather masculine scent with hints of fruit and oceanic influence, while the latter is classic Head and Shoulders. Both of them enjoy these scents, considering they share them and wouldn't keep buying it if they didn't, but as what one scrubs themself with in the shower does, it soon wears off and gives way for either their natural smell or the scents they put on.

For Reverie, it's Paris Hilton’s Can Can, a perfume found in a mostly clear container with a pink top. She sprays a small amount into the air around her in the morning and allows it to fall on her. This perfume, intended to be sexy yet playful, is a perfect fit for Reverie in Chase’s mind, and just a small whiff of it drives him crazy. It's got floral notes and heart, with a somewhat warmer base. Neither can put their fingers on the exact sources, but Reverie enjoys how flirty it makes her feel and Chase does, too.

Chase's scent of choice is from an independent brand, and doesn't have a particular name. The scent is surprisingly light, highly masculine and cool, and even has a subtle hint of leather to it. Which, good for both himself and Reverie, who bites her lip when inhaling this cologne, matches up with his favorite leather jacket.

Speaking of their clothes, Reverie has always washed everything in Diva, a Tyler laundry detergent, and she continues to do so with Chase’s clothes now that they share a home. At first, Chase had no real opinion on the smell– it's very feminine, but that doesn't bother him. As time has gone on, though, he's grown to adore Diva, as it reminds him of Reverie– of her clothes, his own, of the sheets of the bed they share.

Working in a hospital, however, alters the way the two smell. Less so for Chase now that he is back in diagnostics, more so for Reverie in the surgical wing. Both are likely to get some kind of antiseptic on them during the day, and neither are opposed to it. Reverie actually likes the way it smells, and would bathe in Hibiclens daily if it made sense. The soap they use to scrub in for surgery is also nice, and when Chase smells it, he just thinks of her.

When all is done at work, and the various different smells of the day are done and gone, they are happy to collapse into each other and nuzzle their faces into the others’ neck and drink up the natural smell of their skin. Reverie's is still somehow sweet, even if she has been sweating. Chase's is fresh and clean, regardless of what he's done.

But all in all, no matter the specific smell one may ask about, Reverie and Chase will always tell anyone who asks that their favorite smell is each other.

[dogma1999]

Birthday Countdown Revchase Snippets - Day 17

To celebrate Valentine's month as well as my birthday month, I'm going to post a snippet of Revchase every day until my birthday, using these prompts- there are 25 so it leads right up to my birthday!! Here is day 17!! Rev is sick and so am I!!

17- Write about your ship sharing hot drinks together.

Pairing: Robert Chase/Reverie

Media: House MD

Word Count: 497

Rating: T

CW: Mildly suggestive dialogue

“Just drink it.”

“No!”

“It'll help, I promise.”

“I already told you, I hate hot drinks!”

Chase rolls his eyes as he pushes the mug of tea closer to Reverie. She continues to turn her nose up at it, and pushes it back across the kitchen island.

With a weak immune system and working in a hospital, Reverie is all too used to being sick. It's even worse when an idiot brings strep throat into the surgical department, and half of the staff gets sick, including her. 

So naturally, with her sore throat, Chase has decided to make her some tea. Time and time again, Reverie has told him she hates hot drinks, but he's made her some tea regardless. She glares at the mug, steam still rising from it, and then at him.

“Rev,” Chase begins, “I promise it'll soothe your throat. And it doesn't taste bad, I wouldn't give you something that tastes bad.” 

She flicks her eyes down to it and inhales the scent, then makes a face. “No.”

Chase takes a drink from his own mug, and sighs. “Please, will you at least try it? For me?”

Reverie takes the handle of the mug in her fist and smells it again. Then she looks up at Chase. “What do I get in return?”

He smirks, taking another sip. “I see what you're getting at, and I feel like it needs to wait until you're better.”

“I'm not contagious at this point,” Reverie says, somewhat more excited. “It doesn't need to wait. If I drink the tea, can–”

“Yes, Rev,” Chase says with a defeated sigh, “but no kissing. And you have to drink the tea.”

She narrows her eyes. “All of it?”

“All of it.”

Reverie groans, then puts the mug to her lips. “I'm gonna take it like a shot. No pauses.”

Chase scoffs. “Whatever you say.”

She does as she said, drinking the entire cup without even pausing to breathe. When she's done, she breathes hard, trying not to gag. 

“That…was disgusting,” Reverie says, pushing the mug back across the island. “Don't ever make me drink that again.”

He tilts his head. “Does your throat feel any better?”

Reverie swallows to test if it still hurts to do so. “I don't know.” The corners of her lips twitch.

“It works, doesn't it?” Chase laughs. 

She bites her lip to keep from smirking. “I…I guess so. But it was still nasty as hell. Now do I get what I asked for in return?”

Chase smirks and shakes his head. “After you rest up some more. Come to bed, okay?”

Reverie gets out of her chair and heads over to Chase's side of the island. “So that I can get what I asked for in return?”

He shakes his head with a laugh. “No, to rest. I said later.”

She groans and follows him to the bedroom. “Whatever. I don't even feel sick anymore.”

Chase smiles. “Because of the tea?”

“Oh, shut up.”

[dogma1999]

Birthday Countdown Revchase Snippets - Day 16

To celebrate Valentine's month as well as my birthday month, I'm going to post a snippet of Revchase every day until my birthday, using these prompts- there are 25 so it leads right up to my birthday!! Here is day 16- I actually ended up making this one a bit heavy in comparison to what I usually write for these, but I'm not feeling great so neither is Reverie, that's the rules.

16- Write about a hug between your ship. 

Pairing: Robert Chase/Reverie (oc)

Media: House MD

Word Count: 604

Rating: T

CW: Mentions of stabbing

Reverie is easy to read. The only time she isn't is when she's playing poker. But otherwise, it's impossible to hide the sadness in her big, wet eyes, her trembling lower lip, the way she swallows oddly in an attempt not to cry. It doesn't take a professional diagnostician like House to tell when she is upset, so it's instantly obvious to Chase.

She's standing in the windowed viewing area of the operating theater, staring down at the OR. The staff is cleaning up, still scrubbing and stripping away the remains of the previous surgery. As Reverie watches them dispose of everything, as any memory of that surgery was tossed into a red biohazard bag, she stands and holds her hand at her chin, chewing idly on her thumbnail.

“What's wrong?” Chase asks as he shuts the door behind himself. His hand makes itself at home on her shoulder.

Her eyes blink thrice, she swallows hard, but does not meet his gaze. “We saved her.”

Chase scoffs and gently rubs Reverie's shoulder. “And you're upset about it? Why?”

“Because we almost didn't.”

He puts his hand on her other shoulder and turns her, forcing her to look at him.

“Reverie, I know this isn't my case, but…you're very upset. Can you tell me what happened?”

Tears uncontrollably leak from her eyes and drip down her cheeks. She wipes them away with the back of her hand.

“Stabbing victim. An emergency. She was stabbed in the heart.”

Chase feels a sting of pain, of unpleasant memory in the scar on his chest from the same situation that had happened to him.

“Oh…” he responds quietly.

“I remembered how Adams took care of…of you.” Reverie's voice cracks as she speaks. “The surgeons I was working with, they were making things worse. And when I did what Adams did…it saved the patient.”

He sighs and pulls Reverie forward by her shoulders, wrapping his arms around her torso and upper arms and shoulders. His hands grasp at her back, bunching up her scrubs beneath his fingers. His face nestles against the top of her head, burying into her thick, dark hair. Reverie's arms snake up under Chase's arms, and take place on his back, gripping his doctor's coat tight in her fists.

She cries into his chest, letting out soft sobs that echo in his ribcage. Chase feels her body shake in his arms, her tears soak into his shirt, her fists tighten and tighten on the fabric of his jacket. He allows her to just let it out, continuing to hug her and gently, subtly sway as he does, whispering and shushing into her head.

“It…” Reverie mutters, pulling slightly away from Chase, “It was too much like you, is all. It brought back bad memories.”

Chase takes one of her hands, prying it away from his coat, and gently places it over where the scar on his chest is– over his heart. Then, he places his own hand over hers, and presses it tight against himself.

“You don't have to think about that any more,” Chase reassures her in a hushed tone. “I'm here. I always will be. For you.”

Reverie sniffles and nods, pressing her fingers tight into his chest. “Yeah. I know.” Her eyes flick up to his, still wet with tears, and she smiles.

Chase smiles back at her, and squeezes her hand. He then takes it from its place on his chest and gives her a chaste kiss on the knuckles before letting go.

“I love you, Rev,” he says, both seriously and sweetly.

“I love you,” she replies with a nod.

[dogma1999]

Birthday Countdown Revchase Snippets - Day 15

To celebrate Valentine's month as well as my birthday month, I'm going to post a snippet of Revchase every day until my birthday, using these prompts- there are 25 so it leads right up to my birthday!! Give it up for day 15!! Part of this I would like to dedicate to @/marthammasters for the idea that Chase loves to do puzzles ^_^

15- Write about your ship spending a lazy afternoon together. 

Pairing: Robert Chase/Reverie (oc)

Media: House MD

Word Count: 825

Rating: T

CW: None

Rare are days that Chase's shift ends in the afternoon. Reverie, sure– surgery hours can be any time– but House's hours for Chase and the other fellows are usually fairly rigid. So it's nice that he is able to curl up next to Reverie on the couch on a lazy afternoon, free of responsibility and stress.

They watch TV together for a while, a marathon of random comedy movies. It's this way that Chase learns Reverie will laugh at almost anything, regardless of how stupid it is. Well, he knew she was easy to entertain in the humor department, but not this much. He stores that knowledge for later, sure that it will come in handy someday.

After a few hours of movies, Reverie stretches out and lays her head in Chase's lap. He instantly blushes, the sensation of her being there not unwelcome but also not common. She nuzzles into his thigh and makes a strange groaning sound, that of annoyance and boredom.

“I'm bored to death,” she mutters against Chase's leg. “Let's do something else.”

Chase laughs. “This was your idea, don't act like the boredom is my fault.”

Reverie groans again. “What should we doooo, Chase? Having a day off is so weird.”

He tilts his head in thought. “How about we finish that jellyfish puzzle you stole from that beach house we rented last year?”

She leans up on her elbow. “Is that thing still partially put together? I thought I shoved it back in the container so I could properly take the whole thing.”

“No, part of it is still out on a cardboard sheet. You wanted to hang it up when it's done, remember?”

“Oh yeah,” Reverie recalls, sitting up. “Okay, let's do the puzzle. And we will finish it before the day is over.”

Chase smiles. “Sounds good to me.”

The two get up and Reverie digs in the cabinet to find a folded over cardboard sheet, housing a small portion of a puzzle that's been put together. Chase grabs the other pieces, held in a cylindrical container with the photo of the finished product on it. The puzzle is a diagram of various jellyfish species with their scientific names next to them. It's a beautiful and interesting puzzle, which fits the mild nautical theme of Reverie’s home.

“Here we go,” Reverie says, spreading out the sheet on the coffee table. “We haven't even completed a single species. I doubt we'll get this done by tonight.”

“Have a bit more faith in our abilities,” Chase laughs, dumping the other pieces on the table. “Okay, you want to try for corners and edges, or a specific part of the photo?”

Reverie eyes the photo on the container and squints. “Hmm…I'm gonna try to do that one.” She points at the portion of the puzzle depicting the sea nettles. “You can have the edges and corners. That shit bores me anyways.”

Chase clicks his tongue and takes a few flat-edged pieces into his pile. “Suit yourself. You put together those nettles.”

After a few minutes of putting pieces together in silence, Reverie huffs in frustration and slams her hands on the table, rattling the puzzle.

“Whoa, what's wrong?” Chase asks.

“It's too damn quiet in here!” Reverie complains, standing up and heading to the stereo system. “I'm putting on music. Any requests?”

He shakes his head. “No, not really. Whatever will calm you down.”

After perusing the CDs in her collection, Reverie picks out Alice in Chains’ self-titled album. She returns to the table and begins to sort through puzzle pieces once more, now calmed by the presence of Layne Staley's voice. Chase smiles as he listens not only to the songs playing, but Reverie singing them softly to herself.

It takes that entire album and almost all of Stone Temple Pilots’ “No. 4,” but eventually, Reverie and Chase complete the puzzle. At least, they complete what they could– there are two pieces missing.

“They have to be here,” Chase says as he tries to shake the container again, to no avail. “Why wouldn't they be?”

“Stupid beach house, bet some other cunts who stayed there lost the pieces!” Reverie snaps as she crawls around on the floor, checking the rug and under the couch for the missing pieces, also producing no results.

Chase shrugs. “Ah well. It still turned out nice, eh? Look.”

He gestures at the puzzle. It depicts a well-drawn and designed diagram of several species of jellyfish, all floating at different levels of the ocean, their taxonomic names written to the side. One of said names is incomplete thanks to the missing pieces, and a chunk of the moon jellyfish is gone, but otherwise, the puzzle looks just fine. Reverie nods in agreement, despite the parts missing.

“Yeah, it looks good,” Reverie says with a sigh of resignation. “And I had fun doing it.”

“Me too,” Chase agrees. “A good use of a lazy afternoon off.”

[dogma1999]

Birthday Countdown Revchase Snippets - Day 13/14

To celebrate Valentine's month as well as my birthday month, I'm going to post a snippet of Revchase every day until my birthday, using these prompts- there are 25 so it leads right up to my birthday!! I swapped out 13 for 12 because of the prompt and the fact that the 12th was Chase/Jesse's birthday, and i mixed the 12 and 14th prompts together to make this one, which is cute for Valentine's Day!!

12 13- Write about your ship going somewhere new together for the first time + 14- Write about your ship celebrating their anniversary.

Pairing: Robert Chase/Reverie (oc)

Media: House MD

Word Count: 1,390

Rating: T

CW: None

“Hurry, hurry, hurry…stupid fuckin’ line!”

Chase laughs and places a hand on her shoulder. “Calm down, Rev. The fish aren't going anywhere.”

She crosses her arms. “Yeah, I know, but the touch tank is gonna be crowded with ankle biters who don't even clean their hands properly before petting the rays if this line takes any longer!”

“Fair enough,” he agrees with a sideways nod.

It's a day off for Reverie and Chase, which also happens to be their anniversary, and Chase thought of surprising Reverie with a trip to the new aquarium for the occasion. Neither have been before, so it's an exciting experience, but unfortunately this also means the line is seemingly endless.

Through the entire wait, Reverie is bouncing excitedly on her toes, naming off all the sea creatures she wants to see, going on and on about her favorite species of ray. Chase listens with a smile on his face, happy that she's at least occupied her mind to stop being angry at the long line.

And soon enough, the line is over, and Reverie and Chase arrive at the counter to pay for their tickets, which they're given in the form of wristbands. As they enter the actual aquarium itself, Reverie and Chase hold hands, interlocking their fingers as they step through the first exhibit– a freshwater one.

“Alligator gar!” Reverie shouts excitedly, pointing to a long fish with a thin snout. “They're some of my favorites. I'm gonna get some pictures, okay?”

Reverie goes to dig in her purse for the camera, but luckily, Chase grabs it for her.

“Thanks, luv,” she replies, then snaps a picture of the gar. “Oh, there's even sturgeon in here! And is that…holy shit, a paddlefish!”

Chase smiles warmly as he watches how enthusiastic Reverie is, snapping photos of the freshwater fish from all angles. And she does the same to the other tanks as they continue on. The next area has a few saltwater tanks, which Reverie happily photographs and squeals about to Chase, but it also has one of the best parts of the aquarium–

The ray touch tank.

“Oh my God, oh my God!!” Reverie says excitedly, rushing over to the touch tank.

Chase scoffs as he follows her, and she applies hand sanitizer left out for the guests, then offers Chase some. He takes it and rubs his hands together, then slides up his sleeves to his elbow and reaches into the tank. Reverie has already gotten elbow deep into it, on her toes trying to feel one of the rays.

These are clearly playful rays, used to guests and friendly. One continues to swim in a circle and flap its fins at the guests, Reverie and Chase included, splashing them in the process. Reverie giggles and reaches for the ray, but it swims away quickly.

“Damn it!” She snaps, her fingers just out of reach. “I'll try to get the attention of another.”

“Look, there's a bamboo shark here, too!” Chase points out, gesturing to the aforementioned animal. It swims up against the side of the tank, too quick for anyone to touch.

Reverie squeals. “Oh my God, so cute!” Once more, she fails to pet the creature. “We need to get a little shark like this when we get a fish tank.”

He scoffs. “Babe, I think that's a little much for our first tank.”

She rolls her eyes. “Let me dream, okay?”

A ray skates by quickly, and this time, Chase is able to pet its soft fins. He smiles enthusiastically and looks at Reverie as he does, who uses the hand she's not got in the water to snap a picture of him.

“New laptop background,” she says to herself, putting the camera aside and reaching her hand in, missing another ray. “This isn't fair! Beginning to think these guys don't like me much.”

Chase gently nudges her. “Oh, c'mon, they love you. They're just giving everyone else a chance first.”

Reverie rolls her eyes. “Mhm. Sure.”

After about ten minutes of trying to get her hands on a ray, finally Reverie's fingertips graze over the ray's skin, and she laughs victoriously. The ray splashes against the wall of the tank and some of the water hits her, making her giggle even more.

“You finally got one!” Chase cheers her on as they head to the sink to wash their hands. “I told you they love you.”

She rolls her eyes again. “Yeah. Whatever. Let's keep going, I think there are pufferfish up ahead.”

And she's right– in the next exhibit, there's a Guineafowl Puffer, which she babbles excitedly about as she takes photos of it from every angle. There are also tanks with lionfish, Moorish Idols, tangs, butterfly fish, and more. Chase mentally notes which ones Reverie gets the most excited about, thinking about potential pets.

Next comes another of the best portions of an aquarium– the lovingly named “shark tube.” Reverie begins listing off a barrage of facts about all the animals inside– saw fish, bonnethead sharks, sand tigers, blacktip reef sharks, and a variety of bigger rays than those in the touch tank. There are also smaller fish, but Reverie and Chase are particularly fascinated by the elasmobranchs.

“You know what I've always wanted to do in a shark tube?” Reverie asks between taking pictures of the odd faces of the saw fish.

Chase tilts his head and smiles. “What's that?”

Reverie inhales and bounces on her feet as she speaks, “I've always wanted to be kissed in the shark tube.”

“Really?” Chase asks with a little laugh. “That's a very specific dream.”

She shrugs. “Yeah, but you're willing to make it come true, right?”

“Of course,” Chase says, placing his hands on her jaw and pulling her face up to meet his.

As they kiss, the animals of the shark tube swim by, providing a perfect backdrop for the photo Reverie snaps by holding out the camera and facing it around so she can take a picture of herself and Chase. When the kiss ends, she shows Chase the photo, and he beams at it.

“The sand tiger’s right behind me there,” he points out, almost as excited as she is.

“Yeah, and a bonnethead above me,” she says. “Funny, our favorite sharks above us. Maybe this will be my new laptop wallpaper instead.”

They continue through the shark tube, admiring and taking pictures, and reach the end– the jellyfish exhibit. Reverie oohs and ahhs at the moon jellies as they float in a circle, neon lights changing their translucent colors as they pass by. Chase appreciates the sea nettles, likening the pulsating of their bells to that of a heart. Both parties are fascinated by the upside down jellies, which Reverie has never seen before.

After the jellyfish exhibit is the gift shop exit, and naturally, Reverie is perusing the plushes and statues. Chase notes that she eyes a saw fish plush in particular, and he picks out a mug and an extra thing for her.

“Let me pay,” Chase insists, taking the plush from her. “It was my date spot idea.”

Reverie makes a “tsk” sound and crosses her arms. “Fine. I'll wait outside, okay?”

Chase pays for the plush, the mug, and a secret third thing, then meets Reverie outside the gift shop. She plucks the plush from the bag and hugs it against herself as they head to the parking lot.

“That was so fun,” Reverie tells him with a smile. “Got some good photos. Got to kiss you in a shark tube. Got to touch a ray.”

“It was fun,” Chase responds. “Oh, I've got something else for you.”

Reverie tilts her head and watches as Chase pulls a charm bracelet out of the bag– each charm is a different sea animal, made of silver and decorated by a small gem. She gasps when she sees it, and even more when Chase clasps it around her wrist.

“Happy anniversary,” he says, awaiting her reaction.

“This…this is gorgeous,” she breathes, “thank you so much, Chase. This has been one of the best days I've had in a while. Happy anniversary.”

He smiles. “I'm glad to hear that, and I agree. So…can I have a kiss outside of the shark tube?”

Reverie raises her eyebrow. “Hmm, I guess so…Just kidding, get over here.”

[dogma1999]

Birthday Countdown Revchase Snippets - Day 12

To celebrate Valentine's month as well as my birthday month, I'm going to post a snippet of Revchase every day until my birthday, using these prompts- there are 25 so it leads right up to my birthday!! I swapped out 13 for 12 because of the prompt and the fact that today is actually Chase/Jesse's birthday!!

13 12- Write about your ship celebrating one of the members birthdays. 

Pairing: Robert Chase/Reverie (oc)

Media: House MD

Word Count: 809

Rating: M (just in case, there's a somewhat sexual/suggestive part)

CW: Suggestive content

Like many mornings, the thing that wakes Chase up is his pager. But it's not just any morning– it's his birthday. Which makes the absence of Reverie next to him in bed even stranger than it would normally be. He knits his brows in confusion before reaching over to the nightstand and checking his pager– a message from Reverie.

“Good morning and happy birthday, luv!! I'm already at work, come find me.”

He smirks, knowing that Reverie has some sort of surprise planned for him. He also wonders if the others at work are in on it. Since he'd like to see her first thing, Chase hurries up getting ready for work so that he can find Reverie as soon as possible. He even drives a bit more recklessly than usual.

At the hospital, Chase is greeted by various members of the staff, who wish him a happy birthday. He's grateful, but what he really wants is Reverie. As he walks towards the elevator, he receives another message on his pager:

“Surgical wing on-call room.”

Chase laughs and shakes his head, and goes to the location specified in the message. He opens the door to the on-call room, but there's no one there– just a bunch of empty, freshly made beds.

“Rev?” He calls, walking through the room. “You in here?”

Suddenly, the door slams shut, and Chase can hear the lock click. He turns around to face it, and there's Reverie, leaning against the door in a seductive pose.

“Jesus, Rev, what are you wearing?” Chase asks, astonished.

He has every right to ask that question– Reverie has on a tight, revealing nurse costume that looks to be made of latex or vinyl. It's paired with thigh highs decorated by a small heart and bow with a white medical cross on it on the top of each stocking, and red platform heels.

“Happy birthday, Doctor Chase,” Reverie says playfully, stepping forward until she reaches him. Even in her heels, she's shorter than he is.

“Thank you,” he replies, wanting to touch her but unsure if he should. “You look…wow.”

Reverie skips all sorts of formalities and grabs him by the tie, pulling him into a kiss. He responds by putting his hands around her waist and pulling her even closer to him. As they make out, all the worries of someone trying to come into the on-call room melt away.

“I'm…I'm your nurse,” Reverie breathes between kisses. “I'll do whatever you want me to, doctor. Anything.”

Chase pauses for a moment and smirks at her. “Anything?”

She nods. “Anything.”

He shrugs, says, “okay,” then quickly takes her by the arms and pins her down on one of the on-call beds. Reverie squeals with joy and wraps her legs around his waist, and he continues kissing her, then buries his face in her neck, kissing it and pressing her hard against the mattress.

And you, the reader, see the scene fade to black, because House MD is network television, and we don't get much more than this.

…

After they've cleaned up the the on-call room and Reverie's dressed in her scrubs instead of a costume, a very satisfied Reverie and Chase head up to diagnostics. When they enter the room, Park, Foreman, Taub, Wilson, and Adams are all around the table, and in the center is a cake with “Happy Birthday Chase!!” written on it.

“Okay, I didn't know about this part,” Reverie says, gesturing to their circle of coworkers and the cake.

“Happy birthday, man,” Foreman says with a smile, giving Chase a hug. “We couldn't resist.”

“House thought it was stupid, so he's…well, I don't know where he is,” Wilson laughs, “but happy birthday, Chase.”

“Thanks, guys,” Chase says, his face lit up with a smile. He and Reverie take a seat at the table. “Am I supposed to make a wish now?”

“The candles aren't even lit yet, you idiot,” says the most recognizable voice in the hospital as its owner enters the room. “Don't know why we do this. It's just another day.”

Wilson sighs. “House, can't you let anybody have fun around here?”

“Celebrating a meaningless event like this is what you consider fun?” House asks, digging in his pocket. He pulls out a very tiny blowtorch. “Here, let me light the candles.”

House lights each of the candles with the torch, and everyone begins singing that universal birthday song. When it ends, Reverie pulls out her camera and snaps a photo of Chase as he blows out the candles, then everyone claps.

“What'd you wish for?” Park asks curiously.

Chase smirks and looks over at Reverie. “Don't need to wish for anything. I've got everything I need.”

House rolls his eyes in a massively exaggerated fashion. “My God, you are predictable. Now are we actually going to eat the cake or what?”

[dogma1999]

Birthday Countdown Revchase Snippets - Day 11

To celebrate Valentine's month as well as my birthday month, I'm going to post a snippet of Revchase every day until my birthday, using these prompts- there are 25 so it leads right up to my birthday!! Here's eleven!!

11- Write about your ship waking up together. 

Pairing: Robert Chase/Reverie (oc)

Media: House MD

Word Count: 530

Rating: T

CW: None

A kiss to the back of her neck is what wakes her. Well, one of several. Without turning over, Reverie smiles, and Chase tightens his arm around her waist. He continues to give her little pecks on the back of the neck, trailing down to her shoulders and between her scapulae, doing anything he can to catch her attention.

“Fine, you've got me,” Reverie responds, playfully exasperated. She turns over and leans on one elbow, tilting her head and smirking at Chase.

“Nice. Good morning, beautiful,” Chase says, reaching up a hand to her face and gently stroking her cheek.

Reverie shifts positions so that she is halfway lying on his chest. “Mhm. Good morning to you, too, at the wonderful hour of five o'clock. Sun's not even out.”

Chase laughs, now stroking the longer portions of her hair at the sides of her face. “Our shifts start at six. Figured I'd get a head start.”

She groans in annoyance, but doesn't move, other than stroking one hand over his chest, feeling the scratch of his chest hair on her palms. Two fingers gently trace around the scar over his heart, where a patient had stabbed him– she's the only person he trusts to put their hands near it.

“My first procedure's a heart transplant,” Reverie mutters into his chest. “Live donor.”

Chase makes a hissing sound and winces. “God. This early? I just have to go in and deal with whatever bullshit House has for me. Which could be just as taxing as a live transplant, knowing House.”

Reverie nods. “True. He could have you doing the same thing only one OR over.”

“Bribing Foreman to get whatever poor guy's name is to the top of the donor list as usual,” he scoffs. “But let's not jinx me, okay? Let's hope it's a normal one today.”

“Here's hoping,” Reverie agrees, giving Chase a kiss on the neck, then burying her face there. “Can we just lie here like this until our pagers inevitably go off?”

Chase sighs. “I'd like to, but chances are they'll go off the second I close my eyes.”

“Let's take the chance then,” she says softly, closing her eyes and pulling him close.

He smiles in agreement and shuts his eyes, too, hoping for at least ten minutes more of this. Waking up next to Reverie is easily his favorite part of the day– or perhaps it's tied with falling asleep with her. Either way, sharing a bed has been the best thing about moving in with Reverie, regardless of what they're doing in it.

The two have fallen just on the cusp of sleep, around ten till six, when both of their pagers begin going off. Reverie tightens her grip on Chase's body and groans, “fuck,” into his neck. He simply laughs, as if to say “I told you so,” and sits up in bed, reaching over Reverie to grab his pager from the nightstand.

When he reads it, he laughs. “You'll never guess what case House just took on.”

Reverie grabs her own and rolls her eyes when she reads her own message. “Well, it'll be nice to have you operating with me.”

[dogma1999]

Birthday Countdown Revchase Snippets - Day 10

To celebrate Valentine's month as well as my birthday month, I'm going to post a snippet of Revchase every day until my birthday, using these prompts- there are 25 so it leads right up to my birthday!! Here's ten!!

10- Write about your ship helping each other get ready for the day in the morning. 

Pairing: Robert Chase/Reverie (oc)

Media: House MD

Word Count: 758

Rating: T

CW: None

Showering together is probably one of Reverie's favorite things about Chase moving in. And his too, of course– it gives time for a bit of intimacy before work. Being able to hold each other under the warm water, scrub each others’ hair, and even some extra things if they have the time…it's an ultimate form of domesticity that both are glad they've found.

As usual, Reverie steps out of the shower first, quickly toweling off then ruffling her hair in the towel. Chase isn't far behind, but every time, he has to finish Reverie's job for her.

“You didn't get your back. Again,” he says as he wipes the remaining water droplets from her skin. “You do this every day.”

She scoffs. “It's fine. It's not even that much water. But I appreciate the sentiment.”

They both smile at each other, then go to put on their underwear. Despite Reverie's feigned annoyance at it, Chase helps her fasten her bra, because she always twists the band or only manages to get one hook in. She acts like it doesn't bother her, but Chase knows it does, so he fixes it.

“Thanks,” Reverie mutters, once more with a veneer of irritation masking gratefulness.

“You're welcome,” he replies genuinely, giving her a peck on the cheek. She rolls her eyes, but smiles, too.

Now, they put on their actual clothes. Reverie's choice is a pale blue spaghetti strap tank top and black flared pants, with a white cardigan over the top. Chase favors a blue button up of a similar shade to Reverie’s top, beneath a navy blue sweater vest. His pants are regular khakis, and he goes to put on a tie with alternating light and dark blue diagonal stripes, but Reverie grabs it first.

“Let me get it, since you think you need to help me so much,” she says, carefully slipping the tie into a knot and tucking it into his sweater vest. She smooths it out beneath his sweater vest, taking a bit of extra time to feel his chest.

Chase smirks. “I can tell what you're doing.”

She shrugs. “Sorry. Can't help it.”

He laughs and rolls his eyes, then heads to the bathroom mirror and begins to comb his hair, adding in a bit of gel for staying power. Though he considers shaving, he knows how much Reverie appreciates his scruff, so he abstains.

Meanwhile, Reverie fluffs up her hair with a roller brush, and moves on to makeup. Chase watches as she applies it meticulously, carefully– it's similar to the precision she uses in surgery. Sharp flicks of the wrist as she applies winged eyeliner, the easy, ambidextrous switch of hands as she switches eyes for mascara. It's fascinating to watch.

Once she's done, she spritzes on a bit of body spray– Victoria's Secret Pink Fresh and Clean. Chase inhales as the fragrance permeates the room, and smiles. It's the smell of the one he loves, after all. And then he applies his own scent, dabbing cologne on his neck and wrists. Reverie steps up on her toes to smell, pressing her nose against his neck and leaving a small kiss.

“You really like this stuff that much?” Chase asks, walking out of the bathroom and sitting on the bed to put on his shoes.

Reverie nods. “‘Course I do. It smells like you.”

She follows his actions and sits down to put on a pair of slip on shoes. After both of them have their shoes on, they head into the kitchen, where Reverie cracks open a can of Monster and downs her morning meds with it. Chase smiles as he watches her, instead opting to grab a coffee on the way to work. He knows Reverie hates hot drinks and will take an energy drink instead.

“Ready to go?” She asks, Monster in hand, slinging the strap of her purse over her shoulder.

Chase nods and opens the front door. “After you.”

She scoffs. “So chivalrous.”

He smiles and the two walk over to Chase's car. Reverie hops into the passenger seat and Chase drives– despite her affinity for riding a motorcycle, Reverie has a fear of driving an actual car, so Chase always drives.

They pull out of the apartment complex parking lot and out onto the road. Reverie flips on the radio and Stone Temple Pilots’ “I Got You” begins playing– one of their songs. The corners of Chase's lips twitch into a smile as he drives, and they head off to work another day at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital.