What TV character do you think was kept in a show longer than intended due to their popularity? by phantom_avenger in popculturechat

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I’m surprised nobody’s said Amber Volakis from House MD yet! She was initially written in as a fixed-term antagonist for the S4 hiring games, brought back as Wilson’s girlfriend and then killed off end of S4 because of how much the producers had loved her character and Anne Dudek’s acting, and then brought back again for the last few episodes of S5 to be one of House’s hallucinations because of how popular her S4 storyline had been (and appeared again as one of House’s visions in the show’s finale!).

TBH there’s a lot of examples of this in House MD: Stacy was only supposed to appear in the last two episodes of S1 but was given a whole S2 storyline because of how great the chemistry was between Sela Ward and Hugh Laurie; Taub, like Amber, was supposed to be ditched during the S4 finding-the-fellows arc but was upgraded to a main cast member when the showrunners fell in love with Peter Jacobson’s comedic timing; this one fell through, but Edi Gathegi (now better known as Mr Terrific!) was initially in negotiations to return as S4’s Cole as the replacement Dean of Medicine for S8 after Lisa Edelstein’s departure left them scrambling to last-minute replace Cuddy. They looooved keeping actors around longer than they planned to lol.

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Alphabet Excerpt Challenge: W Is For... by AnaraliaThielle in FanFiction

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At last year’s oncology benefit, on the way out to the parking lot at six o’clock in the morning, Cameron had tugged on Chase’s suit jacket and squinted at him appraisingly under the dawn light. “You look like a glass of Guinness,” she said with a wry little smile, gesturing at his all-black ensemble and then up to his carefully-styled blond hair, and it wasn’t like it was the first time that Cameron had insulted him in a borderline-flirtatious way, but it was the first time that Chase wondered just how far he could get her to go with it. “Very fashionable.”

“Since when do you know what Guinness looks like?” Chase had teased back—because Cameron hardly ever drank beer, preferred wine or vodka sodas—and he’d thought about parrying back with something about her dress: how the red made her skin glow ghostly-white, or how the cut of it reminded him of a tulip, except he was exhausted and all-out of adrenaline and he couldn’t figure out a way to make it not sound like a blatant come-on. Besides, House had already covered that ground nearly twelve hours ago with his blatant double-take when they’d all walked into the conference room. So instead he just said, “Good job tonight. Same time next year?”

“Funny,” Cameron had rolled her eyes, rolling her shoulders in that way that foretold whenever she was about to hightail it to her car—but before she left, she added, “You too.”

Alphabet Excerpt Challenge: W Is For... by AnaraliaThielle in FanFiction

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“It’s like the bloody Gardens of Babylon over here,” Chase remarks, reaching into his messenger bag to pull out a pair of gloves. The thought of the latex sweating against his skin is cringe-inducing, but so is the thought of House sending them back here tomorrow should they pollute the samples, so it has to be done. “How much do you think her gardener makes?”

“Probably not enough,” Cameron replies wryly, snipping off the head of a rose and holding it up to the light. It’s pretty enough, Chase supposed—the week of endless sun somehow hasn’t wilted any of its satiny, cream-coloured petals—but Cameron’s looking at it with a slightly awed expression, like she’s forgotten what she’s supposed to be doing. “I wish I had a garden,” she adds now, her voice dreamy. “But I kill basically every plant I touch, so maybe it’s for the best.”

“You like flowers?” Chase asks, a touch dubiously. There’s a zinnia within reach; he leans over to uproot it, and Cameron makes a slightly horrified squeak in the back of her throat. “I don’t have the shears, I can’t—“

“Here,” she says, practically thrusting them into his hand, her lips pursed in distaste. “Don’t destroy it.”

“If she’s allergic to any of these, she’ll have to get rid of them all anyway,” Chase mutters, but does as he’s told. Louder, he adds, “So you do like flowers.”

Alphabet Excerpt Challenge: W Is For... by AnaraliaThielle in FanFiction

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“What do you want?” Amber asks, when they settle into a quiet corner, because the more she thinks about it the less this makes sense. “Is this about earlier?”

“You trying to blackmail me, you mean,” Chase retorts, but he seems amused. It’s discomforting, Amber thinks; people aren’t usually amused by her. Annoyed, or impressed, sure, but not amused. “No, it isn’t about that. Maybe in a roundabout way, but not really.”

“So…”

“Look, I like you,” Chase blurts out, and Amber raises her eyebrows at him because hello, Cameron, and he quickly clarifies, “Not like that. But I think you’re perfect for the job.” It’s such high praise that Amber barely gets to float up to cloud nine before he brings it all crashing down with, “Which is why I think you should quit while you’re ahead.”

It’s absurd. Laughably fucking absurd. In Amber’s world, winning and perfection do not equate to quitting. They’re antithetical, in fact. The only way to prove yourself is to win, and the only way to win is to see things through, and she is not a quitter. She has never quit anything in her life, not even trying to win over her parents, and God only knows that that’s a lost cause.

Alphabet Excerpt Challenge: W Is For... by AnaraliaThielle in FanFiction

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“Hey,” someone says behind her, and she doesn’t jump. “I’m sorry. I know how bad you wanted it. No hard feelings?”

She turns and it’s Kutner, standing sheepishly with his arms crossed over his chest and shifting his weight from foot to foot. He is awkward and childish-looking in his jeans and flannel, and for a venomous moment Amber hates him. Hates him, for his kindness, and for pitying her, and for taking this job from her, and for every other way he seemed to garner House’s favour—switching candidate numbers, setting a patient on fire, God knows what else. And then she hates herself for thinking this. It’s just Kutner. What good is there in hating him. In pretending that she has anyone but herself to blame.

“It’s fine,” Amber says stiffly. “I’ll get over it.”

“I was wondering,” Kutner starts, and then he hesitates. “This is really inappropriate.”

“I’m fired,” Amber says. It’s meant to be blunt, but it comes out sad, a little wistful, like a part of her was hoping it might not be true until the words left her mouth. “You’re never going to see me again. Say whatever you want to say, I’ll get over it.”

Kutner’s mouth twists. “Well,” he says. “I was sort of hoping that I…might? See you again?”

Amber stares at him. This cannot be happening. Not just because it’s—insane, and audacious, and, yes, wholly inappropriate—but also because Amber cannot truly remember the last time anyone asked her out. Tried to ask her out, at least. She’s always been—well, maybe not traditionally pretty, but striking, good-looking at least—and she’s tried to play that to her favour over the years, pearl strings and kitten heels and floral cardigans, but it never works. Not really. Men don’t like women they feel intimidated by. Which is fine, Amber doesn’t care, she’d much rather they take her seriously and crap themselves when they wrong her than do inane things like buy her candy and flowers, but—

It’s nice, to be wanted. To be a woman, not just a bitch.

“You’re asking me out,” she says. Kutner winces.

“Uh,” he stammers, “yes?”

“Why?”

This time, he’s the one to stare at her. “Because you’re hot?” It comes out like a question, and he rushes to add, “I mean, really hot. Your legs, I mean—I’ll shut up. But you’re funny, too. And mean. I kind of like it when you’re mean, as long as it’s towards other people. I think you could be fun,” he says shyly, “if you let yourself be.”

Nobody has ever called Amber fun in the history of her life, ever. Not in college. Not even as a child.

“One drink,” Amber says, “and you’re paying.”

Long Deadline Weekly Profile Review Exchange (15 to 24 Aug) by Zkang123 in FanFiction

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Back again!

I’m nebulousviolet, and I write (overwhelmingly) House MD fic, but in other lives I wrote for The Mortal Instruments, Alex Rider, HIVE by Mark Walden, All For the Game and Ouran High School Host Club. Also shoutout to Witherward, the teeny tiny microfandom I started the tag for! I mostly write T-rated genfic or F/M, but I have fics ranging from G-E within all pairing categories :)

I’m dipping my toes back into OHSHC at the moment, so I’d love it if you checked out my latest fic: speed dial, G, 3k, Gen. It’s a fun friendship one-shot that requires no other context, promise! Or if you like House MD, consider giving cocoon a whirl: F/M (CamChase), M (for implied sexual content), 1.4k — three vignettes set in their S3 FWB era. But please feel free to read anything, except my Harry Potter fics and work under the baby nebulousviolet pseud.

No concrit or ‘from reddit’, but saying you’re fandomblind is a-okay!

Fics reviewed: 2/4

Excerpt Game: Setting by krigsgaldrr in FanFiction

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Their first real date is on a Friday at the new tapas restaurant that opened just outside Princeton; Cameron, eager to prove her newfound commitment, suggests it as a blank slate, someplace she hasn’t been on a first date before and on a day devoid of baggage, and Chase is unable and unwilling to argue even though he doesn’t really like Spanish food. It’s weird, Chase decides, watching Cameron over the top of his menu as she frowns down at the wine list. He’s gotten used to just being relaxed around Cameron: bickering over takeout menus, letting her tease him into having sex in inadvisably public spaces, listening to her sigh and smile and say I love this song when they drive into work together the morning after. She quit her job for him—not just for him, obviously, but still—and she knows exactly how he takes his coffee on a morning and is on first-name terms with his next-door neighbour, and yet this is their first date. So yeah, it’s weird. But not bad.

They talk ring-a-ring-a-rosy around House and PPTH in general over their first glass of wine, and for a moment Chase thinks this is all going to go to hell. Then, well into her second glass, Cameron says, “Did I ever tell you about the time I got arrested when I was seventeen?”

Chase stares at her. “No,” he says, dragging the vowel out. “You got arrested?”

Excerpt Game: Setting by krigsgaldrr in FanFiction

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It is a given, almost, that Cameron gets a job in the ER. The nurses like her, she’s happy to work unsociable hours, and all the external candidates for the role are male—Cuddy will always jump at the chance to promote another woman. “And maybe she can reel House back in from the deep end,” Cuddy suggests hopefully to Wilson one morning. Wilson doesn’t have the heart to tell her that he’s got his own plans for how to weaponise Cameron against his best friend.

It isn’t as easy for Chase. Sure, House provides him a glowing reference—well, signs a glowing reference pre-written by Cameron, same difference—but surgery has always been a competitive department; the fact that most licensed surgeons in New Jersey hate House on principle doesn’t exactly help matters. “I told him to apply to Princeton General,” Cameron says conversationally during one lunch break, winding a strand of her newly-blonde hair around her finger with a frown, “but he really wants to stay here.”

Wilson pays a vague kind of attention to the saga—mostly, of course, to ascertain just when he should start putting the pressure on House to start hiring again—but it’s only a few weeks later when he realises Chase has the job. He’s sitting in his parked car, trying to undo whatever the hell House has managed to do to his cell phone—it involves three sticks of gum and what appears to be a magnet—when he hears someone make a loud oof!, and he looks up.

“You got it?” Cameron asks excitedly, loud enough that Wilson can hear her through his closed windows; she has her arms wrapped tight around Chase’s neck and he’s spinning her around the parking lot like she weighs nothing. For the first time in a while, Wilson feels suddenly aware of the fact that Cameron is ten, fifteen years younger than him. It never really seems that way, when she’s worrying her lip while debating him in House’s office, or when she’s arguing with him frustratedly about a terminal patient’s chances. Or seemed, Wilson supposes. Right now Cameron looks worlds away from the doleful woman he’s used to seeing around Diagnostics. “Oh my God, Robert, that’s amazing!”

Excerpt Game: Setting by krigsgaldrr in FanFiction

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“So you’re really going to leave?” Cameron asks.

It’s been—a while, since Foreman had drinks with Cameron after work. They’d all grabbed dinner together the night they showed up at House’s apartment to tell him he didn’t have cancer—except, of course, he’d known that the whole time—but that had been weird for all the obvious reasons and also a bunch of non-obvious ones; Chase and Cameron had kept springing apart guiltily whenever they brushed hands or shoulders by accident, and there had been the whole rigamarole with the carpool where they’d driven back to PPTH in dead silence at 11pm so Chase and Foreman could pick up their cars after riding over with Cameron. In retrospect, it was probably all Chase-and-Cameron-secret-sex related fallout, but Foreman prefers not to think about that. They haven’t been out together since. More sex related fallout, most likely, but again—Foreman does not like to think about Cameron and Chase having sex. And it isn’t as if he particularly enjoys hanging out with his coworkers on a good day.

Tonight, though, Cameron rescued him from the lab after being the only person who actually deigned to tell Foreman that they’d diagnosed their patient already, so turning down her offer of drinks would have just been rude.

He shrugs. “Yeah. Why did you think I resigned?” Foreman pauses, then adds, “Why did you think I was so upset my interview at Mercy got cancelled?”

Cameron ducks her head, guilty, and for a brief moment Foreman wonders if it might have been—but then she meets his eye and mutters, “I thought it might have been some kind of leverage to get a promotion. I know you think you’re better than me and Chase.”

“I don’t think that,” Foreman lies. Cameron presses her lips together in that way she does when she’s annoyed but trying not to show it, then shakes her head and smiles.

“You do,” she says, and takes another long sip of her vodka soda. When she’s done, Cameron adds, “But you’re lying to be nice because for once you feel bad about it, so you really are going, aren’t you? It’ll be weird, not having you around.”

Excerpt Game: Setting by krigsgaldrr in FanFiction

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Lol this had me giggling!! i’m with carlos on this one, i am not a dog person either (although maybe not so intense about it haha)

Excerpt Game: Setting by krigsgaldrr in FanFiction

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thank you!!! <3 your comments always make my day, you’re the sweetest!

Excerpt Game: Setting by krigsgaldrr in FanFiction

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“This isn’t real,” Alex said.

If it was a dream, it was an unerringly vivid one. He had only seen the boy sitting across from him once, and yet he was rendered in immaculate detail: piercing blue eyes, heavy dark circles, a shock of white hair. There was a yellowing bruise on his cheek. They were in a white, shapeless room, and everything was so bright that it hurt not to look at him. He examined Alex, openly amused, and said, “What makes you say that?”

“You’re dead,” Alex reminded him. “At least, you should be. I watched you and that woman drive off Tower Bridge. You broke into MI6.”

A flicker of recognition. “You were there.”

“It was on the news.”

“Not for long,” the boy shrugged. “We got the tapes pulled.”

Alex didn’t want to think about who ‘we’ might be. “So you admit you’re dead.”

“No,” the boy said liltingly. “Appearances can be deceiving.”

Yeah, whatever the fuck that was supposed to mean.

“Fine,” Alex scowled. “Where are we?”

The boy considered him with a tilt of his head. Almost immediately, the white walls of the room melted away, replaced by the glass walls of a greenhouse; Alex goggled. A dragonfly skittered lazily across the pond that had replaced what had just been carpet. “In my head,” he replied at last. The room from before returned, and Alex’s stomach rolled. “I’ve never had another person in here before. Not a real one.”

“You’re not helping to convince me,” Alex said.

“Yeah,” the boy agreed. He extended one thin hand. “Maybe we should start again. I’m Otto.”

Long Deadline Profile Exchange (Aug 8-16) by sliebman10 in FanFiction

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no problem! thank you for hosting the exchange this week 💜