chase x jack


I Ship It

Not a Request but due to one of the asks on Chase shipping Rob and his S/O, I wanted to write a little thing with that idea. 
Also I wanted to write something with Chase Bro Average. 

Originally posted by markired

“Rob! Bro!” Chase yelled as he came skidding around the corner, almost crashing straight into the Zombie. “Here!” 
Rob looked down as a rose was pushed into his pale hands. 
He looked back up at Chase with a raised eyebrow, holding the stem carefully so the thorns didn’t prick his skin.
“Um…thanks?” He said, uncertain. Chuckling slightly as he offered the rose back. “I kinda don’t understand-”
“Give it to (Y/N)!” Chase said, a wide smile on his lips. He was practically bouncing on his feet. Something Rob noticed the playful Egos seemed to do. 
“Err, why?” The Zombie asked. His eyes lighting up a bit at your name. “I’ve already brought them flowers before. They wouldn’t find it very interesting.”
Ever since you had agreed to the first date, Rob had constantly gone to Chase for advice on relationships.
Anything from what clothes to wear too how to not become a stuttering mess when you smiled. Rob would flee to Chase and drink in every word the man had to say.
It had been a few months since that first date, and Rob could confidently say things were going smoothly. 
But he was always open to new ideas to impress you. And Chase was beyond excited that his Undead friend had found someone he was happy with. 
The idea of you and Rob together had been absurd at first, but now, Chase would loath to see either of you with anyone else. He’d even go as far as locking the two of you in the basement if you ever thought of breaking up. 
And he was pretty sure the other Egos would aid him.
“No, bro, this is different.” Chase insisted eagerly. “Last time, you brought them flowers as a gift for the date. Sorta a thank you for giving you a chance. But this is more sentimental. Just walk up to them and give them the flower. And say you saw it, and you thought of them.” 
Rob didn’t really see how a bunch of flowers was different to a single rose.
But Chase was yet to be wrong and Rob was willing to try anything to make you smile.
He examined the red petals with tender fingers. Not wanting to bruise or tear the fragile plant. It was a rather deep shade of red. Matched with dark forest green leaves and a long thin stem. 
“I suppose…it is rather exquisite.” Rob murmured as he twirled the rose slowly. “But (Y/N) can’t be compared to a flower, Chase.” 
Chase clapped his hands and poked Rob’s chest. “Exactly! Say that! And they’ll be blushing like mad.” 

Rob did like it when you blushed. And the smile that stretched your lips made something equivalent to a heart-beat flutter inside his chest.
“O-Ok, I’ll give it a go.” Rob said with a wary smile. Chase gave his friend a thumbs up and spun him around. Giving the Zombie a small shove down the hallway.
Chase followed behind, but stayed back behind the corner when Rob entered the kitchen.
You were currently discussing something with Anti, who seemed rather irritated.
As usual.
His eyes sparked when Rob tapped you on the shoulder and presented you the rose.
“I saw this and thought of you.” Rob said with a small nervous shake to his voice. “But I don’t think a single rose could be compared to you.”
Chase had to bite on his fist to stop himself from ‘awing’ too loudly at the bright blush that spread across your cheeks. And Rob’s chest tightened at the way you smiled. He could never tire of the sight.
Anti rolled his eyes and threw his hands up. “Couples are disgusting.” Turning away and marching out of the room.  
You took the rose and pecked a kiss to Rob’s cheek. “Thank you. That’s so sweet of you.” 
Rob looked at the ground and giggled at the touch. He was still not use to that sort of affectionate contact. He doubted he’d ever get use to it. It was too amazing to become something normal to him.
You disappeared to go find a vase for the flower and Rob turned to see Chase poking his head into the kitchen. 
“See. Told you.” Chase hissed with a very broad smile. 
Rob chuckled and nodded. “Next time Anti steals your cap, come to me, bro. I owe you…again.”

Chase Imagines
  • Chase has a son and a daughter. 
  • The son used to play sports with him but chase got too busy and so the son started playing video games and played with him less and less. 
  • His daughter was his precious little girl and she loved everything he did, but when he got to busy she felt sad that he couldn’t hang out with her, and he felt really guilty about it. 
  • He tried to make time when he could, but it was too much. He could barely call. But he tries to mail them now that he can’t see them. Whether the letters and gifts get to the kids is a mystery.
  • Cute: Chase actually likes hot tea in a teacup but he won’t tell anybody. He also puts way too much sugar and creamer when he does.
  • He likes to mix sodas and energy drinks and honestly doesn’t know if that’s a good idea or not.
  • He takes his hat off sometimes, but then immediately feels weird and puts it back on. He’s also tried different styles but nah he can’t do it.
  • He really likes to watch fosters home for imaginary friends. I have no reason for this, I just like the idea.
  • His favorite pet is actually a gold fish and he will be a dork and feed the fish going “will he make the shot??” *Pours the food into the bowl point blank* “Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees!”
  • He had a goth phase cause he thought it was cool, hurt himself on a studded bracelet, immediately stopped being goth
  • He REALLY likes cheez-its. He likes to eat them, throw them in random things, throw then at people, land it in his mouth. He just really digs it
  • He carries around a hackysack and throws it behind him, even though there isn’t a hole or anything behind him. He’s just throwing. Sometimes it hits people and then he just yells “YEEEEES”
  • Comfort: You being sad and he just puts his hat on you, finds you a blanket, wraps you up and hugs you. Doesn’t say anything
  • You being sad and he gets you the best cup of lemonade ever, puts it in a really cute mug, and then puts it in front of you. Again he doesn’t know what to say. 
  • I feel like he would just panic on the inside but he would try his best to make you feel better. Like try to get you things he’s seen you be happy with.
  • If you want romance, imagine him being easily flustered. Like if he was trying to record and you just go up and kiss him all of a sudden, he would be blushing for the next three shots. 
  • Him over working himself, and you hold his hands so he can’t throw anymore, making him take a break.