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[statisticalcats2]

[b0lyachka]

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[wackywest]

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[jack-the-killler]

POV: My mind on the daily.

[lem0nb0nes]

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[sailormoonsub]

Call me Cardcaptor Sakura the way I'm always like WWEEEEHHHHHH?!?!?!! so loud you can hear it outside the house

[razzafrazzle]

strange old men!! theyre married for tax purposes (and gay purposes but thats less important)

[image description: a drawing of human designs for coach z and bubs from homestar runner. coach z is depicted as a lanky pale-skinned older man with a tooth gap, a five-o'clock shadow, and balding curly light brown hair with a grey streak through it. bubs is depicted as a bulky, dark-skinned older man with short greying afro hair and a short beard. end id]

[bwiiten]

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[wafflesauruz-rex]

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[sourmiiiilk]

[dietbongrip]

hi these are some of my favourite photos of hunter and his bitch wife mrs. michaels helmsley

[softblesses]

Of Sneezes and Stubbornness.

Fandom: H/ouse M/D.

Characters: C/ameron, C/hase.

Word Count: 1.9k (in this part.)

Parts: 1/3.

‘Hu’ngxt. Heh’nnNn’chH.’

“Robbie?” Allison called, the word muffled since her toothbrush was still in her mouth. 

“Yeah?” He poked his head round the bathroom door, eyebrows raised, shirt still half unbuttoned. 

Cameron spat out her toothpaste, before turning around. “Did you sneeze again?” She questioned fairly nonchalantly, before glancing around for the hair tie she could’ve sworn she just had. 

“… yeah?” He cocked his head to one side, walking fully into the bathroom afterwards and picking up the hairbrush that was settled beside the sink. 

“You okay?” She found the hair tie on the floor, bending down to pick it up. 

Chase nodded, concentrating on buttoning the rest of his shirt. He’d get changed into his scrubs at the hospital. “I always sneeze in the mornings,” he reminded her, giving a cheeky sort of grin before pecking her lips with a kiss. 

“Yeah, but usually it’s only a couple times.” She pouted slightly, and he couldn’t help the soft laugh that fell from his own lips. He was used to that look. 

“Which proves there’s an anomaly to every sneeze pattern, babe. C’mon, we gotta go.”

“Hey, you’re the one who took ages in the shower!”

“Which is why I said we should shower together!” Chase called, from where he was lacing up his trainers in the bedroom. 

“That always ends in sex. Sex makes us even later.” Cameron appeared in the room again, a smirk worn on her face. 

Chase stood up from where he was positioned on the floor, grabbing his jacket and shrugging it on. It was Fall season, so there was a crisp chill in the air outside, but the sun was shining and there looked to be no sign of rain. Allison loved this weather. Chase despised anything other than Summer in the States. 

He scrubbed at his nose slightly with the back of his wrist, scrunching it. 

‘HeP’cht. NnNxxgGgt.’

“Babe,” Cameron stood in the doorway waiting for him, hand on hip, frown on her face again. “I told you, you have to stop doing that! You’re sure you’re okay? You don’t get Fall allergies.” She closed the gap between them, looking up at him. He had a dazed sort of look on his face, that turned into a lopsided grin after a few sniffles. 

“I’m fine. And, it’s just —“

“— a habit. I know. But, you’re here with me and you don’t have to hide anything! Unless… you’re trying not to get caught out.” Her eyebrows raised in accusation, but Chase only shook his head in amusement. 

“I’m fine, baby. Just… I dunno. It’s probably my nose thinking about going outside in the cold.” He shrugged, taking her hand so that they could walk out to her car. 

“You sure you’re a Doctor, ‘cause that doesn’t sound like a medical explanation to me.” Cameron laughed. 

“Hey!”

•••

Their car journey went like it usually did, with idle chatter and quiet bickering of which radio station to listen to. Cameron talked about work, and what they were going to be doing that day, and Chase pointed out birds he saw through the window and laughed at a little kid falling over. It’s not evil if the kid is fine!

They fell into a lull of silence as she searched for somewhere to park at the hospital, jumping slightly as Chase sneezed again beside her, slightly high-pitched and thankfully it must’ve surprised him, so also un-stifled.  

‘Hei’diSSsshoo!’

“Bless you twice,” she hummed, a few seconds before the second sneeze came. 

“Thank y—Tttshiew! You. snFF.’

Cameron giggled, parking up the car. “There’s tissues in the dash,” she murmured, momentarily checking her appearance in the wing mirror, before turning to check on her partner. He seemed okay, brushing his blonde bangs from his eyes and ridding his temporary congestion with two sharp sniffles. 

“Do I get brownie points for those?” Chase batted his eyelashes, before unbuckling his seatbelt. 

“What, for not stifling? Sure, sure. And what do those brownie points add up to, huh?” Cameron laughed, climbing out of the car and waiting for him there. 

“Uh, sex?” He joined her, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Obviously.”

“Uh, no. Not if you’re getting sick!” She started to walk ahead of him, ignoring the slight whine coming from behind her at that reply. 

“I’m not, Allison! I’m fine!” He caught up with her. Maybe even bargaining with himself, too, as his throat was sore and his head had a faint ache behind his eyes. 

“Okay, okay. I’ll see you later, babe.” She smiled, kissing him once at the doors of the hospital, before heading into the locker room to put her things away. 

He put away and grabbed his own things quickly, giving her one last peck on the cheek before taking his scrubs to change into up on the surgery floor. Today would be fine, it really was probably just the weather. 

•••

They didn’t meet up again until lunch, which was like a typical day now that they were both away from the diagnostics department. Cameron was waiting in line with a tray, ordering her food when Chase snuck up behind her. Although, she already knew he was there. 

“Guess who?”

“Huh. Australian… congested… slightly long hair falling into my face. Oh, it’s Dr. Chase!” She turned, leaning to kiss his lips and pretending not to notice how he moved just the right amount so that she’d get his cheek instead. 

“I’m not congested,” Chase pouted, and then cringed slightly at the sound of his own voice. She was right, he was congested. Granted, he’d come straight up from the OR, without time to blow his nose yet. “Okay, maybe a little bit.” He admitted in defeat. 

“Hey, could you grab me some fries and I’ll be right back?” He asked afterwards, already aware of the sensation that his nose was close to running against his upper lip. 

“Sure.” Cameron agreed softly, watching him go. 

He got back within just over five minutes, carrying a takeout cup that Cameron imagined has coffee in, but hoped for his sake that it’s tea. And, she also correctly assumes he went to blow his nose, because he sounded a little better and his nose looked redder, too. 

“Thanks, babe.” Chase noticed the fries, pulling the plate towards him and eating one in just two bites.  

“How was surgery?” Cameron asked next, making light conversation. Not pointing out the obvious just yet. 

“It was alright,” Chase began, eating another fry, “had a couple that I was scheduled for, then scrubbed in on an emergency appendectomy. Pretty easy, thankfully.” 

He sniffled, taking a long drink from his cup. Cameron could smell the coffee beans. 

“How’s the ER?” He shook some hair from his eyes, and she noticed he looked tired. 

“It’s okay… pretty busy.” She couldn’t help herself, wanting to say something to him about how he clearly was not feeling great. But, apparently, Chase was going to prove that for her. 

Cameron watched as he froze for a moment, pulled his elbow up to his face and stifled two sneezes. 

‘Hh’uU’xxkt. Hh’eitshHmppt!’ He lowered his elbow after the second one, sniffling and wearing a sheepish sort of expression. 

“Bless you,” she sighed, “you’re sick. I told you.” Pointing her fork at him in an accusatory manner. 

Sniffle. Sniffle. “I’m not!” Chase knew it was no use. He knew he was sick, although still quietly in denial about it, himself. His throat felt awful, his headache had bloomed into a full on sinus ache now, and his ears and nose were horribly stuffed up. It was probably only going to get worse. 

“Don’t insult my years of medical training, Robert.” She warned jokingly, sporting a half smile. 

“I might… be getting a small cold. But, I’m still fine. Mostly. Ish. You know what I mean.” He huffed, and used his fries as an excuse to stop talking about it for the moment. 

“Small or not, your patients won’t be happy if you sneeze on them. Or in them.” Cameron smirked. 

“I’m not going to sneeze on, or in my patients. I’m not written in for anymore surgeries this afternoon, just a couple of consults and a pile of paperwork that could rival the height of the… damn Sydney Opera House.” Chase huffed again, then reached for a napkin to wipe his runny nose. 

“Remind me to stop by the store later. I’ll get you some of those tissues with lotion — you’re going to rub your nose raw! I’m pretty sure I have tissues in my purse. I can go grab them for you?” She offered, a small pout forming. 

He looked at her over the napkin, sniffed once and pocketed it. A quizzical expression on his face. “Those exist?” He asked first, then, “It’s fine. I’ll grab them before my consult, don’t worry. Don’t give me the super sad my patient is dying eyes, either.”

“I’m not!” She leaned back, folding her arms. 

“I love you, but… you’re looking at me with pity. I’m gonna be fine.” He chuckled, downing some more coffee. 

“You’re insufferable, you know that?” Cameron stood, pressing a kiss to the top of his blonde locks. “I’ll see you in a little while. Don’t do anything exceedingly stupid like overwork yourself.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it!” 

•••

She didn’t get a moment to herself for the next couple of hours, but when there was a short lull in ER activity, Cameron made her way to the Doctor’s lounge in search of her boyfriend. Pushing the door open, she found that the lights were switched off, blinds closed and that Chase was lying on the couch. So much for doing the mountain of paperwork. 

“Chase?” She whispered softly, walking over to him.  

“I’m not asleep,” he sounded like the congested had fully started to settle in now, and a little raspy too, “I’m just resting my eyes. My head hurts. There’s too many words on the papers.” 

Cameron laughed. “I think that’s the point, babe. Did you take anything?”

“Tylenol, about fifteen minutes ago.”

“It’s almost three, you know you could go home early?” Her suggestion had Chase sitting up in seconds, causing Cameron to roll her eyes. 

“Nah, I really need to get these papers done. Tylenol should be about to kick in.” He rubbed his eyes, taking a minute to recover from sitting up so fast. 

She walked over to the light switch, hovering her index finger over it. “Brace yourself, Robbie.” There was a slightly teasing theme to her tone, before she turned on the light. 

“Oh, no…” he groaned, covering his face with his elbow yet again. 

‘HH’eSSHhhu! Hah’eiiI’chu! Fuck me.’ Chase mumbled, ‘snff. Snff. SNFFff. God, owww. Ngggh.’

“Bless you. You okay?” Cameron immediately made her way to his side, passing him the packet of travel tissues from her pocket — she knew he’d forget to stop by her locker, so she’d taken the matters into her own hand. 

Nodding, Chase wiped at his nose. 

“You look a little flushed,” she hummed softly, sitting down beside him. Reaching to press a lingering kiss to his forehead, which he found himself leaning into without even realising. “You’re warm, babe.”

“‘M okay.” Chase mumbled, “I really gotta get this stuff done. I’ll see you in a couple of hours.” He sounded a lot more crestfallen than his previous attempts to quell her worries, and all Cameron wanted to do was cuddle him then and there. But, unfortunately they both had work to do. 

“Just stay hydrated, okay? And try go home early, please? For me?”

“No promises, but I’ll see how  fast I can get this stuff done.”

“Love you.”

Chase smiled. “Love you too.”

[bryverros]

“you’ll be my dad again?” “ive always been your dad. now ill just start acting like it” IM CRYING

[80smen-fanclub]

Probably the longest edit I’ve don in my career

@remyfire you suggest, I deliver

[ishimaru-suprimacy]

This ship is growing on me btw what does my art taste likeee :3

[mochamoth]

Marina and Samarie in an au where they're in their late 20s yaaaa!!

Some headcanons and notes:

• Decided to have them be married because I want them to be happy damn it. I think they'd have very cute wedding rings, I just didn't want to draw it so simple rings for noww.

• Their personalities haven't changed much. Marina is a bit more mature and emotionally open, but still keeps her playfulness and sarcasm. Samarie learns to be less intrusive and more confident, unfortunately she's still anxious as all hell.

• Samarie is still sick but she has more energy and is visibly a lot more healthier. She sleeps, eats, bathes, and gets out more. She does (again) still struggle with chronic illness, so she sees doctors regularly and often has days where she's stuck in bed.

• Both girls have probably gone to therapy. Marina for her family and religious trauma, Samarie for her time at the Ninth Circle, and both from the Termina Festival and mental disorders.

• Samarie still has a huge obsession with Marina, only now Marina knows of Samarie and is more comfortable after setting boundaries with her.

• I'm not sure what they'd do work wise. I could see Marina working at a witchy store, while Samarie works somewhere small and quiet like a library or an art supply shop.

• I think they'd keep their same usual fashion, just more modern with the 50s than 40s. Marina is very fashionable, she also keeps her cutesy aesthetic. Samarie isn't as fashionable and just wears what's comfortable, she does have a gothic preference though.

• Maybe they'd have a pet. Like a cat or tarantula. Both. I could see both.