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Light pink roses: Admiration, sympathy, grace, joy, sweetness

 Chase sat down on his bed and stared blankly at the floor, it had only been a few hours since Stacy came and picked up the kids but to him it already felt like days. Time away from them always dragged so long, he missed them so much. With a heavy sigh he took off his hat, setting it on his bedside table as he ran the fingers of his free hand through his hair. He hated this, he felt empty and alone… Slowly his eyes moved over to the space between his bed and the table, one drink wouldn’t hurt. He leaned over and reached for the bottle of whiskey he kept hidden there, feeling confused as something soft brushed against his arm before he pulled the bottle out to find that the whiskey had been replaced with water and that there were now three light pink roses sticking out of it.

“What the-?”

“Sam and I did that while you and Grey were making breakfast.” His head snapped forward to see [Y/N] leaning on the door frame, he didn’t remember hearing the door open. “They were afraid that the roses would be dead by the time you found them… I had sort of hoped they would be honestly.” They spoke with a sad smile, their eyes resting on the bottle in his hand. “Wha- I- How did they know it was there?” He looked down at the flowers in the whiskey bottle, it was something he’d hoped they never found out about.

“Grey found it while playing hide and go seek on Saturday. I was the one that poured it out, Sam wanted to put the flowers in it and picked them too.” They spoke, pushing themselves off the door frame and walking into the room. “I think she picked well too, don’t you?”

“I… Yeah… They’re- They’re pretty… God, I can’t believe they found it and… And thought the flowers would die before I went for it…” His hands began to tremble, he felt that he’d failed them.

“Hey, don’t beat yourself up Chase.” He felt the bed sink him next to him as [Y/N] sat down.

“Why not? Look at me! My little angels found my whiskey stash and still think enough of me to think that I won’t go for it till the flowers were dead! Well they’re still fresh [Y/N]! I didn’t even last a damn day!” His voice rose as his eyes began to sting and he held the bottle tightly.

[Y/N] stayed quiet, reaching over and placing a hand on his shoulder and squeezing it, letting him know they were there for him. His breathing slowly became more even, his grip loosening on the bottle with tears starting to fall.

“You want to know why Sam picked those flowers? I mean, of course she thought they were pretty but when I told her what the roses meant she said it was a done deal.” They finally spoke, his eyes left the bottle and he looked over to them, shouldn’t they be mad that he yelled at them? He thought they should be… “They mean admiration, grace, joy, and sweetness.” They said, leaving out the sympathy part because they had done the same thing with Sam.

“And why would that make it a done deal?”

“Well! She said the grace part was a little off…” They said, that got the tiniest laugh, they’d take the small victory. “But, both Sam and Grey admire you-“

“What’s there to admire? I’m pathetic… I can’t face my problems head on, I have to be drunk just to get through the day…”

“You know that’s not true Chase. You’ve gotten so much better, and you are someone to admire.” They spoke softly, Chase turning his attention back to the bottle, his eyes moving up the stems and to the flowers. “I admire you. You’re stronger than you think, look at you still being here, still fighting this depression and even trying to stop drinking so much… And you bring your kids so much joy, I don’t think I have ever seen them frown when you’re around. What was that thing you were saying to Sam yesterday? Something about how if thunder bothered her, you’d find a way to fly up and fight the clouds?” They asked, earning another small laugh from him, a smile actually finding its way to his face at the memory.

“I was gonna punch that cloud in the face.”

“It doesn’t even have a face, Chase.”

“I’d find a way.”

“See! That’s my point! That right there, no matter what obstacles you have you’ll do what it takes, that’s why they admire you. Well, Grey might admire you because of that sweet shot you did last week, but he’s three so he doesn’t quite understand things that in depth yet, but he admires you none the less. That’s why there’s three flowers too, not just because it’s all that would fit, I swear I could’ve gotten at least one more in there… But, it’s one for each of us. Grey said this one is him.” [Y/N] pointed to the flower in the middle that was just slightly more open than the other two.

“Which one is Sam?” He asked, listening to them hum for a moment before pointing to the one on the right.

“That one I believe she said would be her.” They said and he nodded slowly as he continued to look at the roses.

“So, the left one is you then?”

“Yeah, that one is me.”

The two sat in silence, [Y/N] letting him take in everything and gather his thoughts, there was no rush. Finally, the silence was broken as Chase set the bottle on his bedside table, next to his hat and a sniffle escaped him.

“Chase?” They were almost knocked over with how quickly he spun around and hugged them, burying his face in their chest as he began crying again.

“Thank you… I don’t think I deserve you or them. But thank you.” He cried as [Y/N] wrapped one arm around his torso and began to run their fingers through his hair.

“Doesn’t matter that you don’t think you deserve us, you do, and you got us and we’re not going anywhere. You’ve even got us in flower form now.” They said.

“What about when they die?” He asked, his voice soft.

“Then we’ll just have to get you new ones and then again and again, we’ll keep getting as many roses as you need so that you’re never alone.” They told him, feeling his arms around them tighten.

“Thank you, [Y/N]… Can-Can we stay like this a little longer?”

“We can stay this way for as long as you need. I’m not going anywhere.”

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I won’t lie, I got slightly emotional writing this one for... Reasons. But! There ya go! Chase has his flowers and because he has those his kids are still with him, in flower form. I hadn’t been sure what to write for Chase, the first idea had been something similar to JJ’s but, I dunno this idea just kind of hit me ya know? Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed reading this and as always I accept any and all feedback. Thanks for reading!

A small short based on how my S/O asked me out for the first time in celebration of our 4 year anniversary! 

Bold italics: Is the reader texting 

Just bold: Is Chase texting

Chase looked down at his phone and took a deep breath. He’d been texting [Y/N] a lot that day and they’d been flirting back and forth for a month or so now, but he was ready tonight. He was finally going to ask them out.

Hey, do you think you could help me with something? a text message lit up his screen. Well, this was the perfect window of opportunity of he’d ever seen one.

What do you need help with?

I bought this cute little Eevee and have no clue what to name her any suggestions?

Chase bit his cheek as he looked down at the screen, so it wasn’t something he had to physically do. He was trying to figure out to turn this, he had to confident... He could do this..

[Y/N] sat on their bed, playing with their new Eevee that they’d gotten, it was a small one and absolutely adorable.  If only they could figure out what to name the plush. They heard their phone ding and looked over to see that Chase had responded.

Ill give you a name if you give me a kiss on the cheek on Monday ;)

Well... they hadn’t been expecting that, they could feel their face heat up as their heart sped up. Yeah, they finally admitted to themselves that they’d been sort of flirting with Chase recently. Which had been hard to do after denying that they had a crush on him for so long. But this, this is was the most bold faced he’d done so far... They wanted to say no but they also wanted to say Yes... Their friends would never let them forget that they were right about this whole thing. But he wasn’t exactly a bad guy… He also was pretty cute…

Okay, give me the name. They typed and stared for a moment before hitting send and then hiding their face behind their hands. Even if they were alone at home right now this was embarrassing.

You ready for this? Eve. The response came pretty quick and [Y/N] could help but snort.

Thats a sucky ass name, deals off. They quickly typed and hit send. They totally weren’t backing out, no, this was just-

Ding!

Hey! You already agreed to the deal no take backs!

I could’ve come up with that name. They typed back, this feeling more like their usual banter, they felt a lot more relaxed.

But you didn’t, you made a deal with me to get a name, I held up my end.

Fight me

I will and you will lose

Will not!

Will too!

Ill prove you wrong! Just name the time and place!

Olive Garden! With breadsticks! Over dinner maybe?!

[Y/N] stopped, their breath leaving them as they read the text over and over again. Did he just... Ask them out? What do they say? What do they do?!

Meanwhile, Chase sat in his chair and chewed on his lip. All the confidence he’d had a second ago was gone. They weren’t responding and he was starting to wonder if he’d gone too far. Of course, not like the first suggestion hadn’t been forward enough, they had effectively backed out of that one, but they still agreed. He really hoped he didn’t mess this up. Then his phone dinged and he quickly opened the message.

Bring it on

Was that a yes? A grin spread to his face, his heart racing as he began typing again.

As a date?

His leg bounced as he waited for the response.

Yeah

“Yes!” Chase shot up from his seat, doing a quick happy dance. He was about to run out of the room, but he quickly stopped and grabbed his phone to reply.

Cant wait! He hit send and then immediately ran out of the room.

“Marvin! Marvin it worked!”

Meanwhile [Y/N] laid back in their bed and covered their face with their hands, they couldn’t believe that just happened.

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And there ya go! That’s actually exactly how my S/O asked me out 4 years ago, long story short we went to Olive Garden, he bopped me on the head with a bread stick, and we’ve been happily together ever since! Sorry it’s so short, it really was all through text messages and I really couldn’t come up with much more. Hope y’all liked it and thank you for reading! 

Yes~! Thanks for sending in these prompts~ (also @chase-brody-protection-squad thought you might like this too ^^)

(21. “What are you doing to that poor wrapping paper?”)(14. “You’d make a really terrible Santa.”)

You sighed, shaking your head with amusement as you saw Chase over at  the kitchen table, mumbling curse words every few seconds while he was busy with what should be a fun, easy task.

Instead you could see that he was just making more work for himself. If it was Robbie, you’d understand, but the poor guy seemed to be struggling as if he never wrapped a present in his life. He ended up cutting the paper too short and snipping out extra strips to tape onto the missing gaps and……..

It seemed that he needed some sort of guidance.

“Chase, what are you doing to that poor wrapping paper?” You walked over to the table and sat beside him to observe the gift he was currently trying to wrap up: a cute, stuffed reindeer with a candy cane scarf.

“I got a handle on it, [y/n], don’t worry,” Chase insisted as he ripped off a piece of tape with his teeth and stuck it on the present, before finally adding a metallic green bow to the top. “See? All done!” He set down the scissors and smiled at his achievement.

Although the longer he stared at it..the more depressed his expression became as you both realized what a hot mess it was. The other wrapped-up present beside the one he finished didn’t look any different.

“….you’d make a really terrible Santa..”

“I would, wouldn’t I?” He sighed, hanging his head as the Santa hat he was wearing flopped over the side of his face. “This blows…what kind of father can’t even wrap up simple, freaking presents for his kids without messing up everythi-?”

“Hey, hey, you did just fine,” you patted Chase’s back comfortingly. “Stuffed animals are tricky to wrap because of their shape. I say you made a good effort…but maybe we could-”

“You can try to fix them if you want. I’ll just…go sulk in the corner or something..” With that, he stood up to leave the table, but you quickly grabbed his arm before he could take a single step.

“No, Chase. Instead of sulking and beating yourself up, how about you stay here and let me show you how to wrap them up better?” You suggested. “We’ll start over, get a new roll of wrapping paper, and go from there, okay?”

For a few moments, he seemed hesitant, as he glanced back at the presents and frowned. “But..what if I screw up ag-?”

“Like I said before, I’m gonna help you so you don’t screw up again.” Letting go of his wrist, you began to tear off the colorful paper. “But..I know for a fact that it’s you who wants to wrap these up for your kids…not me, right?”

“…you’re right.” He sighed in defeat, flipping the Santa hat out of his face and sitting back down. “Let’s try this again…for my kids.” A small, yet determined, grin formed on his lips as he cracked his knuckles.