#kinda medical fic

[alcopop-beetle]

I want you, or I want nothing at all [Complete]

Plot: Colin Bridgerton’s world had gone askew, right is left, up is down after learning his best friend, the most important person in his life, Penelope Featherington might have a life-threatening illness. The journey of Colin grappling a possible immediate future without his Pen and realizing that everything in front of him is all that he’s ever wanted and needed, just when it’s about to be possibly taken away from him.

*Main and chapter titles based on the song Rest by Dean Lewis and Sasha Alex Sloan 🩵*

[mishy-mashy]

Bruce is actually really attractive, and I have enough reasoning to make a list

He's:

Tall (. Tall enough to hit his head on the vault doorframe)

Long-legged

Has a straight nose bridge

Has high cheekbones (more noticeable in 2nd pic below)

Has a strong jawline

Sharp eyes, but they aren't small (plus eyebags if you're into that)

Overall, he has strong, attractive facial features

Has broad, refined shoulders. You can tell he works out (or he did, when he was alive)

Even has a thick, muscly neck

He has MUSCLE. Is SCULPTED. NOICE. VERY NOICE. (nice arms. Nice shoulders. Nice neck. Nice legs. Nice butt-)

(There are actually panels where you can see some of his muscles. Other than those already shown here, he's got bricky thighs-

-and in the panels where we first get his name dropped, he's got those shoulder blades too-)

The one time we see him smile, and he actually has a scary one

Has small, kinda sharp pupils, and his eyes remind me of a cat. We only ever saw him tense or defensive, so his resting/listening face is really cute

Other than the physical appearance stuff, he also:

Takes shit without batting an eye (patience, knowing it's just how Kudo is, etc)

Kudo being all "Cut the crap Bruce and give it to me straight", after Bruce tests his blood and is rightfully Concerned because they just faced AFO

Put up with Kudo's experimenting and testing over Yoichi's transferable Factor

Did ya'll see the look on Kudo's face when he realized he had Yoichi's Factor/will? Kudo was going to start in nonsense and Bruce just dealt with that.

Also something I noticed when looking back at the images here; Bruce has bandages on his arms in the void. But not when he faced AFO in the sewers.

Were he and Kudo cutting their arms open in their experimenting over Yoichi's theory? Is this why Kudo has two gauntlets instead of his one? Why we never see his bare arms in the void? That he always keeps his arms down so there's no slip?

Is smart enough to run blood tests, plus has enough common sense to pick Shinomori as his successor

He picked a guy who avoids society, has an Ability to detect danger so he can always stay away from AFO, is also a coward so he's never going to go throw himself into danger, even without knowing instinctively he stands no chance, etc.

Meanwhile, Kudo chose Bruce, who he played Hot Potato Yoichi with; but he did also trust Bruce, and put the only pure combative Ability in OFA through Bruce.

These two made their choices based on what they valued and saw the Factor needed.

Is logical, analytical, and calm.

He tried advising Midoriya on their Abilities in One For All, especially his own.

Midoriya then tried ignoring him about using Fa Jin for the first time, but found he was right, thinking: "Dammit!! I had [Lady Nagant] right where I wanted her, but... ugh! The Third was right. My parallel Quirk processes are all screwed up!" (ch. 314).

Plus, when Midoriya fixed his processing mistakes, Bruce was analyzing the way he reached his new conclusion. Pure facts, no bias, very calm, just saying it as it was.

We never see him panic. When he's caught by surprise in the sewers by AFO, Kudo, and Yoichi's little bubble event, he immediately reacts. He doesn't falter, he just knows he has to do something right now.

Was more willing to listen than Kudo to Yoichi's beckon, and probably was just following Kudo's rejection of Midoriya

While we don't see Kudo's face, we see Bruce's eyes when Yoichi calls on his heroes. Bruce was more open and receptive, or at least more impacted.

Bruce was also the one to start talking, while Kudo just kept quiet.

He actually communicates a lot

When Yoichi called them to support Midoriya, Bruce started talking to paint a picture of why they thought the way they did, so Yoichi understood where they were coming from.

(Though he seems to beat about the bush sometimes, since Kudo spoke up to be direct on how they couldn't just put their trust in some starry-eyed teenager. Plus, when Kudo tells him to just tell him what's wrong [double Factors])

When Midoriya first used Fa Jin against Nagant, Bruce came out just to tell him he knew what he was trying, but that Midoriya wasn't ready; and Midoriya found he was right. Midoriya just didn't want to listen to him then.

He asks Kudo for clarification after finding Kudo had two Factors in him after the sewer incident ("Just to be sure, All For One didn't touch you, right?") Kudo knew him well enough to go "stop beating around the bush and tell me", so Bruce was probably gonna start with questions, theories, and trying to understand everything in general, before saying "yeah you have two Factors. Don't know why".

Is strong-willed and loyal.

He followed Kudo, even to death, carrying on the cause he started until it ended with him.

Plus, when talking about how AFO needs a strong will to override OFA's own, we first see Bruce, Kudo, and Yoichi.

AFO couldn't steal OFA because the will was too strong for him, and that was back during Banjo's time. Since Shinomori never actually tried opposing AFO and just hid, we can assume the first Three (Yoichi, Kudo, Bruce) already had an accumulation of strong willpower that made OFA un-stealable. Those three are a strong enough foundation, and the main wills, that the other users just become bonuses.

Kudo, also saying that Midoriya needs allies with the same will and drive as him... hey Kudo, you're talking about yourself and your old allies, aren't you? That's why you look at Yoichi and Bruce when you say this.

Not only is Bruce attractive, but he's got good character. THE END.

[jedi-enthusiast]

Coruscant:

Fox, bone-tired and slightly delirious: Sorry I missed my appointment. I've just been losing a lot of time lately, it's hard keeping the days straight.

Grim, eyebrow twitching: ...give me like five minutes.

-----

Somewhere else in the galaxy:

*Epi's comm beeps*

Epi: Hello?

Grim: Can I assassinate the Chancellor on the grounds of patient safety and wellbeing?

Epi: uhhh idk, I'll have to ask Helix.

...

Epi: Helix says yes.

Grim: Excellent.

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Back on Coruscant:

Palpatine: Why do I hear boss music?

[glitch-after-dark]

I think the funniest way we could take the "Pharma vivisecting Ratchet painlessly to be spine and head" thing is that Ratchet is into it and he is strangely calm because this was a normal routine post fighting before they had the weirdest medical kink sex about it to rebuild trust post-fight.

Ratchet can never explain that to anyone though. a.) it would mean unpacking the worst break up in history of a not-relationship and b.) it would mean he'd have to explain his own feelings about consensual vivisection and the only two people he'd be willing to tell would inevitably lead him to unpacking the emotional baggage about bodies and trusts and bodily autonomy that led him to being into it. And Ratchet is nothing if not an avoider of looking inward.

And because Pharma is literally the only one skilled enough to manage the super freaky stuff Ratchet was into without killing him and his dream threesome he definitely wasn't hoping for when Drift accompanied him to Delphi will never happen now.

[jellybeanium124]

I am thinking about stede getting a lil chubby after getting together with ed in a modern au. something something relaxed and happy and eating well with ed. and then his annual checkup is coming up and he's nervous as fuck because he must be like 20-25 pounds heavier than he was last year and the anxiety is literally making him sick, imagining how they're gonna weigh him and then be condescending and all of his numbers will be bad and they'll blame everything on his weight and tell him to go on a really strict diet and keep a food diary and it's gonna turbo charge his mental health straight down the toilet, and he's absolutely not talking to ed about it because he knows ed's gotten wayyyyyyy worse at the doctor than he'll ever experience, but when ed finally pries him open like the world's toughest, most obstinate nut he's like "what if you say no to being weighed?" while he gives stede a cuddle. and that literally never crossed stede's mind before. stede spent so much of his life without any agency for where he was going or what he had to do, and that little reminder that he is a grown man with agency made everything feel a little easier. his father isn't there to tell him to get on the scale, ready to scold him no matter what the number is. he can say no. and ed promises that no matter what happens at the doctor's office, ed will support him. they can't force him to keep a food diary or go on a shitty diet. especially not when the mere idea of doing that feels so traumatic.

[vivisectedboy]

"Aww, stop shaking. It doesn't hurt that much."

Whumpee doesn't say anything. Only a silent, open-mouthed sob, and his eyes looking up in desperation.

"Okay, fine. I guess can give you something for it." He says, as he searches around for a bottle of unlabeled pills. He shakes a few in his palm, then clamps down on Whumpee's mouth. "Come on. Swallow."

[dykedvonte]

I think the most baffling thing about the Tulpar as a vessel to me is the fact that the ship really did only have a one way communication system.

I know it was cheap but even the most basic of vessels regarding major transport would have some way, shape or form for outside communication. Not only that but there was absolutely no form of innate emergency signal to show they may have been offline or in trouble despite clearly having a system to dock credits if they went off course. It's another factor that really shows that bad situations are made to get worse by design. One person who is required to relay all information to the crew and make all the choices without feedback. No way to update or call for help in case of a dire situation. No way to inform of inner personal conflicts and acquire procedures accordingly.

It really is like they are all in some sort of fucked up solitary confinement. They have their own world with strict roles that are meaningless in the end, as long as the cargo makes it, it doesn't matter what happens on that ship to the company. They don't want to hear anything and will come to conclusions on what happened based on how much pay they can withhold from the workers. Even what they do send is short, sterile and corporate to the extent it was likely written and sent out with a command by some random unmanned computer in an office.

There's something to be said about how unfair it is to force absolute power and control onto one person when you as an entity could do so much more to offload it but I've said it many times before so I won't again.

[silvercap]

drooping eyelids and lullaby for the Whump prompts? :3

hope your day is going well! ^-^

It is, thank you! Hope yours is too :)

(Prompts)

✂: Drooping eyelids + ⌫: lullaby

Leon's breaths rasp roughly into the oxygen mask over his mouth and nose in time with the endless, irritating beeps that count the beats of his heart, the plastic fogging with every slow, laboured exhale. It's late, Piers thinks tiredly, swiping the blur from his eyes so he can see the time on his watch. Very late, though at this point it might just be early. Leon's limp hand is warm in his own, shiny with the medical tape that holds his newest IV in place---a small consolation when Piers can see the other tubes leading to the much more permanent central line they'd needed to put in his opposite upper arm after the first week. This one has mostly just been used for blood draws, so far, the doctors still stymied by what could possibly be keeping him so sick for this long. Piers doesn't bother listening to them hem and haw anymore.

On the bed, Leon looks exhausted. His hair's a mess, though Piers knows the nurses had cleaned it for him yesterday, falling in disarray around his pale face. Dark circles line his under eyes like smudged patches of edgy eyeshadow, but his glassy pupils are still visible under drooping eyelids, gaze just barely focusing on Piers the way it has been for the past hour. He has trouble sleeping in the best of conditions---it's even harder when he's in constant discomfort, the loudness of the monitor not offering any sort of sensory reprieve. Frustrated tears burn Piers' eyelids when he thinks about it for too long, probably brought on by his own lack of sleep.

"Sleep, baby," he says sadly. "Just close your eyes, okay?"

Leon chokes on a breath. Piers squeezes his hand in anticipation, waiting, waiting for something to go wrong the way he always does, but Leon is strong. His next inhale is steadier, softer, and Piers bows his head in relief.

He isn't sure where it comes from. It's the faint notion of a song, at first, the barest trace of air brushing over Piers' vocal chords as he tries to remember the hazy memory of a melody; then stronger when he can hear his mother's voice echoing in his ears. She used to sing it for him when he'd go to sleep, all tucked in a cozy bed with his footie pajamas and favorite stuffed rabbit held in his hands. Maybe he should get Leon one of the stuffed animals from the gift shop, he thinks wryly in the back of his mind. He'd think it was funny.

Leon's eyelids slowly flutter closed as Piers hums the gentle song, throwing in a few words when he can remember what they are. His singing voice is nothing to praise, all husky and breaking with stress and emotion, but it drowns out the monitors well enough that Piers can almost pretend they're in bed together at home. He's crying by the time he gets to the final lines, silent, damp tears dripping down his cheeks as his voice quivers on a finishing note. Leon's head rests peacefully on the pillow, his chest rising and falling in a relaxed rhythm that tells Piers he's finally somewhere he can rest. Piers squeezes Leon's hand again---gently, so as not to wake him.

"It's going to be okay," he promises hoarsely, sniffling. "It has to be."

[some-pers0n]

Every once in a while I think about the ship I've been obsessed over for close to two years now and feel like I'm ascending to another plane of reality. Like sometimes you just encounter a ship that hits every single mark and is perfect in every regard and you're left stunned how something like that can even exist

[shoezuki]

cant stop thinking bout that now holy fuck. shit. gepard being a medic maybe still through the silvermanes and still out on the frontlines, but instead of being the captain leading the guards out into the snow plains he's the one tending to them and bringing them back alive

[cantwritethetword]

Waking Up Next to You

Fic Descript: Henry unconsciously steals the blankets in the middle of the night and refuses to return them, forcing Alex to get creative to get them back.

~ A/N - I AM A FIC MACHIIIIIIINE

Lmao wassup. I've got a RWRB fic coming up for you all today ^^ based off of this meme that I saw aaaages ago lmao I thought I absolutely HAD to write something and these boys are PERFECT for it.

I still have to finish the book or watch the actual movie lmao... should probably get on that...

Hope you all are vibing <3

Enoy! ~

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It still amazed Alex that the sun actually existed sometimes in England.

Mornings like these, the amber rays leaking in through the curtains, the cool breeze wafting through the window, birds chirping faintly outside.

A gentle reminder that England was not the grey, dreary commonwealth of boredom he had once envisioned.

No, mornings like this were quiet, pretty, perfect.

Well, almost perfect.

Because somehow, during the night, Henry - the absolute love of his life - had stolen the entire fucking blanket.

Those amber rays? Rare patches of warmth and hope keeping Alex right on the edge of freezing to death. The cool, refreshing breeze? Jack Frost's pesky fingers trying to strip the flesh right off his bones. The birds and their sweet, beautiful songs? Evil little shits taunting him with their built-in feather shields, protecting them from the harsh elements he was currently at the mercy of.

Sort of... The heating was on inside the house, so perhaps he was being a touch dramatic.

Still, the question remained. Should he let Henry sleep in, or should he reclaim his rightful half of the covers?

His boyfriend did look quite adorable like this, his perfect hair all tousled, his face relaxed so far his mouth was slightly open. And while it was getting more and more common for Alex to see the real Henry, and not Prince Pompously Pedantic The Third, he still treasured these moments of pure unfiltered Henry.

Maybe if he just slowly pulled...

"Alexxxxx..." Henry mumbled, still half asleep, before pulling the blanket over his head and turning around.

Alex gave a soft, indignant gasp. "Well good morning to you too."

No response.

"You've got the blanket." Alex said flatly.

Henry stirred. "I do."

Alex's face fell into a glare. "All of it."

"Yes." Henry hummed. "And it's incredibly comfy."

The prince didn't have to turn around for Alex to know the little shit had a smug (albeit sleepy) grin on his face.

"And you're not going to share?" Alex shuffled himself closer, almost leaning over Henry's shoulder.

"Hmm..." Henry pondered, becoming more and more awake by the second (though he kept his eyes closed throughout the exchange). "No."

Alex rolled his eyes. "Come on, don't let me freeze."

"What if I don't want to freeze?" Henry said - trying to keep a straight face, but the corners of his mouth betrayed him.

"Henry, it's a king sized blanket! We'll both have heaps of space."

Unable to stop himself, Henry let his face fall into a smirk. "Yes, it's a king sized blanket. Fit for one king. That's me."

Alex flopped backwards onto the pillow, rolling his eyes with a laugh. "You're not a king yet!"

"I'm closer than you'll ever be." Henry mumbled, though he couldn't help the laugh that leaked into his tone.

And, just adding insult to injury, Henry wrapped himself even further into his blanket like a caterpillar into a cocoon. Alex didn't have so much as a thread to pull over himself after Henry's little burrito moment, but that might just play into his favour.

Realising just how much Henry had restricted his own movement, it was Alex's turn to smirk.

"You wanna stay in the blanket that badly?" Alex muttered under his breath, before jumping onto his boyfriend. "Fine."

"Ale-HEHEX NOHOHO!" Henry shrieked, jolted out of his fake sleep by Alex's hands squeezing ferociously into his hips.

Somehow, Alex had intensified the pressure of his thumbs to be the perfect level of force through the blanket. By the time it reached Henry's hip bones the sensations were unbearably tickly, and it was driving Henry absolutely mad.

"No what?" Alex teased, expertly keeping his balance atop his squirming partner. "What's wrong baby? Not quite the sleep in you were looking for?"

"STOHOHOP IT! PLEHEHEASE!" Henry thrashed violently from side to side, but the blanket restricted his movements so much he could barely move a few inches each way.

Alex grinned, opting to change his tactic to aim for Henry's exposed neck. "Too late for pleading baby, should have given me the blanket when I asked."

"NONONONONO!" Henry squealed, trying desperately to find some way to cover the ridiculously sensitive target. He couldn't decide what was worse, the drilling thuds of Alex's thumbs through the blanket against his sides, or the whisper-light scratches of Alex's fingernails on his bare skin.

"Unless..." Alex continued to tease, trailing off to allow Henry to put the pieces together. And just for encouragement, he brought one hand back down to squeeze up and down Henry's sides while the other continued to torment the future king's neck.

"YOU CAN HAHAHAVE IHIHIT!" Henry surrendered, his body caught in an odd dance between escaping Alex and unravelling the blanket to get both off his body. "TAHAKE IT TAKE IHIT TAKE IT!"

With a smirk, Alex ceased all his attacks and helped his beloved boyfriend emerge from the duvet.

"There." Alex smiled in satisfaction and the pair lay down next to each other - equally covered under the quilt. "Was that so hard?"

[guardian-of-da-gay]

Maddie is a vet in a small town in Montana which means there's absolutely no way she doesn't service every farm and ranch within a two hour radius. Just imagine she brings Knuckles along to vaccinate/de-worm and preg check at a bison farm. She's arm deep in a bison when she looks over to see Knuckles out in the pasture, headbutting the 2000 lb bull... Just country vet shenanigans please

[jumpscaregoose]

Hi i re-read one of ur fic again and made this

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOH MY GOD IT'S SO GOOD-

so glad you liked that fic enough to draw something I wrote it with nothing but evil in my heart

[chaotic-toby]

Bing a writer is spending almost two hours researching different medicines and causes of heart attacks to rewrite an oldish fanfic that you might not even fully rewrite.

[an-inky-fingered-lass]

A story for the moment you realize things are going to be okay. Even if -- in that moment -- you didn't yet know you would be, too.

This was routine, in a lot of ways; they’d been here so many times together, so many different places. It made it feel a little less like the world had already ended, like the planet was cracked apart outside the window.

It was kinda a stupid question at this point, but Phil asked anyway. “You okay?”

May’s answering snort was soft, a little less sardonic than it might have been. After a long second, she nodded. “Been better, but.”

“It’s okay to not be, you know.”

She shook her head. “Pot, kettle.”

Phil huffed a slight laugh. May’s gaze flickered over to him, either looking for or seeing something no one else could see. Somewhere along the line, her shoulders had finally fallen into a sloping, exhausted line.

Read the rest on Ao3.

[antiadvil]

my inability to confidently write drunk characters is beginning to ruin my fanfic career but i'm like really not supposed to drink, can i just get high (on weed) like is that close enough??? writing characters who are cooler than you is so hard that's a joke i know drinking doesn't make you cool