Buddie fic prompts - Lyrics
Hoping one or more of these will inspire some Buddie fics!!
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1. Love is pretty scary when it's true / Afraid of heights but you're my parachute
- Parachute - Kyndal Inskeep
2. I accidentally told you that I loved you / A moment that just caught me unaware / Though I tried to disguise it / The truth in my eyes was there
- Accidentally told you - Tamzene
3. So why won't you take my hand and rescue me? / Rescue me / Pull me back to where I belong
- Rescue Me - James Gillespie
4. I have been a fire / Silently I burn / Far too proud to learn / I have been a fire / You became the water / Washed me 'til I drowned / Picked me from the ground / You became the water
- I have been a fire - Luke Sital-Singh
5. I don't mind falling for a lifetime / 'Cause you break my heart right
- Break my heart right - James Bay
6. I feel it more in the dead of night / When the moon hangs in an empty sky / I try to sleep, but my mind is racing / You're the only dream I'm chasing
- Better together - UNSECRET, Sam Tinnesz
7. But if you crash land in the quicksand / I will pick you up, I'll pull you out / And if the world shakes / Your brittle heart breaks / We will patch it up, we'll work it out
- Quicksand - Tom Chaplin
8. I came into your picture such a broken fool / A million different pieces looking back at you / Believe me when I say this, I was giving up / But now you come and save me
- Better - SYML
9. Out of thin air you appeared in my life / Like a burst of Technicolor in a world of black and white / When my heart was locked inside a box you reached inside and now / I see my future when I look into your eyes
- Extraordinary Magic - Ben Rector
10. I wanna be the home that you leave and you return to / I wanna stay here in your arms as long as I can do
- More - Sam Ryder
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If people like these, happy to share some more! Let me know if any of these inspire a fic you write!
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“Sir, please reconsider: that equipment could help us save lives!”
*Click*
“…Sir?”
Jian’s frustration rippled out of her as a guttural groan. Sluggishly, she raised her coffee to her lips to drink, only to half spit it out upon discovering how cold it was.
“Wh—I just made this!”
A voice from the next cubicle said, “You’ve been on the phone for an hour, Jian.”
The clock confirmed their claim. Once this fully processed, Jian sighed and set the cup back down. “…Have any new patients come in?”
A clipboard jumped over the cubicle wall. “Richardson found someone on his way in. You’re welcome to take a look, but even at a glance she seems preeeeeetty banged up.”
Jian was already on her way, closely inspecting the board as she went; the other staff took care to keep her path clear. She looked up to verify the room number and quietly cleared her throat as she stepped inside.
“Good morning, Miss…Tamzen.”
There was no reply. The patient in-question (“Tamzen”, if the ID found on her was to be believed) lay sprawled out on the examination table, face obscured by her frayed mop of blue hair. Wires wriggled beneath a cut in her leg, though the more obvious sign of her cybernetics would be her detached arm lying next to her. Jian pursed her lips and glanced back at the clipboard.
She’s been unconscious for at least…35 minutes, according to Richardson. Vitals are stable, but he noted copious surface-level damage to her implants, and given how long she’s been out it’s reasonable to assume there’s internal damage as well. Where to begin…
The detached prosthetic arm was closest to her. She first uncurled the fingers to examine the palm, then grabbed the wrist and tried to bend the limb. It did bend…in the wrong direction. Jian grimaced. Tucking the clipboard under her own arm, she took the prosthetic in both hands and carefully lifted it. She stopped when she noticed a sparking red eye staring out of the frayed blue mop.
Tamzen pushed herself into a sitting position in a flash, scurrying back to the far edge of the table. “Who…where a--?! Get…that…!”
Jian kept eye contact. Only half of Tamzen’s right iris was red, with scratchy green coloring still coating the rest; sparks continued to pop from the corner of the eye socket at random intervals. After setting the prosthetic back down, Jian took a slow step back and spoke in a calm, level voice: “It’s alright. You’re safe here. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”
“Yeah right!” Tamzen snatched up her arm and shoved it back into place. “If you nabbed me hoping for parts to sell, tough—” She paused as her arm fell off with a loud clatter.
“…you won’t get much!”
Jian eased into a chair against the wall. “This is a public clinic. One of our doctors found you in that alleyway and brought you in for treatment.”
Tamzen’s eyes darted back and forth.
“My name is Jian. I’m a medical roboticist—my doctorate is hanging right there.”
With great reluctance, Tamzen took a moment to examine the framed degree on the wall. The sparks leaping from her eye became less frequent. “…Well…still. No point in wasting your time, doc: I don’t have insurance.”
“That’s fine.”
“…Huh?”
Jian smiled. “You don’t need insurance here. Our goal is to help whoever needs help, nothing more, nothing less.”
Tamzen just stared at her.
“Please, let me help you. That’s all I want.”
Slowly, very slowly, Tamzen moved back to the center of the table. Jian was just as slow in rising and approaching her. Tamzen watched her closely as she resumed her examination.
“Your name is Tamzen, correct? That’s what it said on your ID.”
“…Tam.”
“Tam. I haven’t seen this model of prosthetic in a few years. It’s actually in very good condition all things considered.”
She heard Tam grumble quietly. “Again, no insurance. I haven’t been able to afford new parts in a long time.”
Jian nodded as she set the arm down. Pointing to Tam’s side, she asked, “May I take a look?”
Tam fidgeted for a moment before rolling up the hem of her shirt. Jian lightly ran a hand over her side until she found and unsealed the access panel she was looking for. The scent of smoke wafted into her face as she peered inside Tam’s torso: her silicone ribs were charred almost entirely black, and three of her titanium vertebrae showed signs of severe corrosion. Nearly every inch of the organic tissue that remained was discolored and misshapen. Despite her expertise, Jian couldn’t imagine just how much pain Tam must have been in just sitting there.
“Hmm…well. There a few things I can do today to treat your immediate symptoms, but it will be a temporary fix. I would highly recommend getting scheduled for more in-depth surgical maintenance as soon as possible.”
Tam furrowed her brow. “…You trying to say you can fix me? Actually?”
Sealing the panel, Jian tapped her foot. “It’s…hard to make an accurate long-term projection without surgery and further testing. Naturally, complications with cybernetics will only become increasingly likely the longer you’re unable to have them replaced and updated, but, based on what I can see now I can think of a few options with a high chance of improving your day-to-day.”
A spark burst from Tam’s eye. “…Really…?”
“Really. First I want to take a moment to patch you up, but then we can talk in more detail about…” She stopped when she noticed her patient trembling. “…Tam?”
Tam clamped her hand over her eyes as she turned away. “I-I…I j-just…I never thought…” Electrified tears ran down her face. “…Thank you.”
“My pleasure,” Jian said with a nod. “Would you like some privacy? Some time to prepare?”
Tam quickly wiped her face, static lingering on her cheek to tug at her hair. “No, no. Uh, when can we get started?”
“Follow me.”
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