seven(ish) sentence sunday!
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Imma be honest I didn't do a lot of writing this weekend oskasokaoskas but here's more of the wayf fic because I love this fic so much and I'm always thinking about it. prev snippet here.
Eddie was touchy. That was not new information. Not exactly at least. Buck was used to a squeeze on his shoulder, a hand on his back, a thigh pressed into his, their shoulders brushing when they walked too close to each other, knees bumping together.
But this was more than what he knew what to do with. He wasn't sure Eddie actually stopped touching him since they left the room. His hand was around his wrist, their fingers were laced together, his arm was around his waist or draped over his shoulders, he would hook their ankles under the table, he would wrap their pinkies together.
Not that Buck minded. He was getting a bit drunk on it though.
imma tag @bucks118 and @housewifebuck because it feels weird not to tag them by now oskaoskasokaosk
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FEBUWHUMP DAY 7 | MADE TO WATCH | wc: 479
a/n: tw for Yoichi’s canonical hunger strike, and also a tw for a panic attack. man, I really did wish that Izuku would get to run through his predecessors’ memories during the Villain Hunt arc...
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The nightmares run on their own sense of time, and they refuse to be quieted in spite of Izuku and the vestiges’ best efforts to stifle the memories, both foreign and familiar. Izuku resigns himself to the unpleasant task of sitting through them after All Might caught him skipping sleep for the third night in a row--what is the memory of a body crushed beneath rubble compared to All Might’s helpless expression?
This one starts off quietly, at least. An unlit room, silent save for the presence of someone breathing, slow and steady. Izuku can hardly see himself. He knows he is sitting on a warmed floor, but little else.
“You need to get out of here,” says the First, suddenly.
“I haven’t managed that in other memories,” Izuku reminds him. “What happens here? Where is here, anyway?”
“It’s my--it’s my prison. You’ve seen it before. Just not without--without the light.”
“Oh. Where All for One gave you…”
“Yes.” Without warning, the First suddenly sits down next to Izuku, pressing their shoulders together. Izuku puts two and two together--the hiccup-y, gasping tone and the trembling frame--and swallows hard. He wishes the Second, or even the Third, was here to brace their willowy predecessor. “I get out. I get out. I--I know I get out, I get out--”
“Shodaime,” Izuku interjects, and he grasps for the man’s hand, trying to anchor him by interlocking their fingers.
“I can’t even tell when this is. Do you feel it? The hunger?”
He grimaces. “Now I do.” It is a gnawing thing, scratching for attention and still successfully ignored by the memory’s version of First, who only exhales a little louder. Izuku chews his own lip, wondering how to distract the First from dwelling on this hellish existence. “What was the first thing you ate, after?”
The First coughs out a laugh, even as his hand returns the desperate grip. “Oh, you’ll think terribly of them if I tell you. They were so guilty afterwards, even though I told them that it was the best thing I’d had in--in--” His rambling breaks off into a whimper. “Kyuudaime.”
“I’m here,” says Izuku uselessly. “It’s okay, I’m here.”
“It was a protein bar,” the First manages. “It was quite possibly the worst flavor and texture of any protein bar I’d eaten, and trust me, Kenji and Sanjuro fed me lots after they decided I wasn’t a liability.” He shudders. “Kyuudaime, I don’t want you to watch this. Not if it’s the start. Not even if it’s close to the end.”
“Think of it this way,” Izuku returns, even though some animal part of him quails at bearing witness to a prolonged hunger strike staged in the dark. “When we get out of this, I am going to ask All Might for the largest bento possible. And I’ll be sure to enjoy every bite.”
“Please do.”
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It would be a lot easier to stop making travel plans if I didn't have a job that was literally making travel plans. Like I'm booked out for the entire 2024, I am completely at my max on spending and I've got a good itinerary lined up. But then I will write about a place and I'm like fuuuuuck I want to go there! How much does it cost to go there? Maybe I can squeeze it in!
Girl stoooooopp you are going to starve to death if you keep buying fucking TRAIN TICKETS. Your job is to send rich people on vacations stop planning trips like you make more than $11 an hour
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everyone out of my house so i can pack loudly and quickly at 5am
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the sole possibility of galar losing its energy and sinking into dark times has caused rose to frequently have panic attacks. he has seen no one about them, and most of his own macro cosmos team doesn't even know he suffers of them: he has learnt to manage them and deal with them alone, which isn't healthy and rarely really works.
when the eternatus incident happened, though, he suffered the most severe panic attack he has ever experienced, so much that he was taken away from public life for some time until he felt better. this is the actual reason why rose disappeared for a small time after the final events in sword & shield.
the reasons of that panic attack are still a mystery: most of his team at macro cosmos believes it was the guilt for putting leon, hop and the mc, not to mention the entire galar, in danger after discovering leon couldn't capture eternatus. but a few people lean more towards the theory that his panic rose from the fact that he failed. that his plan shattered to pieces, and he suddenly felt lost, and panicked because he didn't have a plan b.
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