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Abby helping you through depression

The Good and The Bad

Abby Anderson x Fem!reader

Summary: when your depression rears its ugly head back around Abby refuses to let you suffer alone.

A/N: thank for the request anon. Please know that this work deals with topics of depression. Thoughts and feelings of depression are explained in detail so if this is something that you find triggering please do not read this.

Warnings: depression, issues of self worth, reader’s thoughts do get dark in this, if I missed anything let me know.

You couldn’t get up you just couldn’t do it. All you could do was stare at the ceiling and let your mind wander against your better judgment. You knew what was happening, you started to get the signs of it last week. The tiredness that weighed down your body, the lack of motivation to do quite literally anything, the mood swings, the feeling of just nothingness that seemed to encase you. You felt guilty for feeling this way you had a good life. Steady job, roof over your head, food on the table, loving friends and family, and a beautiful girlfriend.

You hated yourself for feeling a creeping loneliness when you had such an amazing and thoughtful girlfriend. Abby was one of the best things in your life how dare you feel alone? These thoughts kept circulating throughout your brain and getting worse by the minute. You weren’t good enough for her she deserved better, you weighed her down, you were a burden that was passed onto her. Your mind wanders to thoughts of your friends and family, what if they just put up with you? You think of every time you e failed, every time you’ve felt low in your life and all of those thoughts manifest in to a bitter ball of depression that sits right on your chest weighing you down.

Would anyone even miss you? Do you even deserve to be missed? As soon as that thought crosses your mind you try to shake it away but you can’t. The voice in your head getting louder and louder. You almost don’t even hear the door open but you see the light from the open door illuminate the darkened room.

“Sweetheart?” Abby’s voices sounds in the room and you can’t bring yourself to sit up to look at her. No you didn’t want her to see that state you were in because you k ew for a fact she’d try to help you. She didn’t deserve to babysit you after she got done dealing with patients all day.

You feel the mattress sink beside you as she sits on the bed next to you. You can feel her worried eyes looking over your features. “Have you gotten out of bed today?” She asks her voice gentle not an ounce of judgment to be heard. You know for a fact she wouldn’t judge your answer but right now you’re afraid to tell her.

You don’t want her to know how pathetic and lazy you are. That you couldn’t even leave the bed.

“Ok I’m gonna take that as a no” Abby says as she tucks some hair behind your ear. “I just ask because I want to know if you’ve eaten today.” You finally find it in yourself to shake your head ‘no’. You see her nod out of the corner of your eye.

“Alright let’s get some food in you okay? And then we’ll go from there.” She tells you, she had the protocol down pat now. Another thing you felt guilty for. You’re her girlfriend for god sake not a fucking patient, she shouldn’t have to come home and have to take care of more people, you should be taking care of her yet here you are.

“Nuh uh nope, don’t even finish that thought I know where that beautiful brain is going. Look at me please baby?” She asks, her voice so soft and gentle. A tone that’s reserved for you and you only.

You let your eyes fall shut for a moment before you take a deep breath and turn your head. You open your eyes and meet Abby’s worried blue eyes.

“There’s my girl” she says with a smile and you try to give her some type of smile in return but it comes out as more of a grimace.

“Listen to me. I love you, you are my everything and I want to be here for you when you need me. It’s not some burden or some task okay? It’s taking care of the woman I love and I will do that till my last breath.” Abby tells you, her words full of conviction and honesty.

You feel the tears burning behind your eyes, your vision swims as tears begin to gather. Her words set you over the edge and in seconds you’re clinging to Abby as your body rocks with sobs. You just needed her right now, you needed to be in her arms, you needed her to fight off the dark thoughts clouding your brain.

“Oh honey” she coos as she holds your trembling body close to hers, you’re practically on her lap at this point. You sob into her shoulder, your tears making marks against the soft fabric of her shirt. She gently rubs your back and rocks you as you let out the emotions that have been building for days.

You don’t know how long as passed, could have been 15 minutes could have been 45. Slowly your breathing starts to regulate and the onslaught of tears have become little sniffles as Abby continues to rub your back and whispering sweet nothings as you finally gather yourself. You take a deep breath and inhale the scent that is purely Abby. Feeling the comforting warmth of her body and the scent that you’ve come to relate to love has calmed you down significantly.

She kisses your forehead before she hands you a tissue. You wipe your eyes and you blow your nose.

“I’m such a mess I’m sorry” you hoarsely apologize

“Nonsense you’re perfect”

You’re about to open your mouth and say something but she stops you before you can.

“I will not take any disagreement. You are absolutely perfect and I will spend the rest of today, tomorrow, and everyday after that proving it to you.” She says as she wraps her arms around you in a bear hug, pressing little kisses all over your face.

“How about this we get some food in you, take a shower, get you changed into some new pajamas and then we’ll sit down and watch a movie. How does that sound?

A small part of you wanted to disagree and keeping rotting in bed but a bigger part of you wanted-no needed that.

You nod your head, “yeah that sounds really nice” you softly say your voice still a bit hoarse from disuse.

Abby stands with you in her arms as she walks to the kitchen and sets you down on the counter as some makes an early dinner for the both of you. She talks about her day and manages to get a few chuckles out of you which she considers to be a win. Once food is eaten she fills up your water bottle and sets it on the bedside table.

She gets the shower ready and once you’re in she strips off her clothes and follows in behind you. She washes your hair for you and run the washcloth over your body as she tells you how much she loves your body, every single part your insecure of she have at least 20 nice things to say. The moment is not sexual but extremely intimate, the love she has for you is outpouring. Her kind words bring kinder thoughts to your mind as she showers every inch of you in praise.

After the shower you’ve changed in her your shirt and a pair a sweatpants, your sitting on the couch snuggled into Abby while a comfort movie plays on the tv. You can feel some of the coldness melt away, the dark bitterness of your mind slowly brightening as Abby showers you with love and makes sure you know just how loved you are. The depression will never 100% be gone, this is something that you will forever deal with. You have your good days and you have bad days like today but it seems almost doable with Abby by your side.

“I know you didn’t sign up for this but thank you. I wouldn’t want to have to go through this alone.” You tell her honestly

“Baby I signed up for this” she says as she turns her head to look away from the movie to look at you, her eyes meeting yours. So much love was held in those blue eyes you almost had to look away.

“I signed up for the good, bad, and everything in between. I signed up to be with you and I want everything that comes with it. This is something we’ll shoulder together. For better or for worse.” She smiles as she links her pinky with yours.

“We’re not even married.”

“Not yet we aren’t.” She says as she pressed a kiss to her head.

“You don’t have to thank me for being here for you, alright?” She brings your hand to her lips and she presses a gentle kiss to the back of it.

“I want every part of you, good and the bad.

“The good and the bad” you softly repeat after her with a small smile on your lips, the first smile she’s seen from you all day.

Once she sees the smile on your lips she leans down to gently capture your lips with hers. The kiss soft and full of love as she pulls away she has a soft smile of her own.

“Better or for worse” she whispers against your lips as she leans in for another kiss.

A/N: hope you all enjoyed this. Everyone has a different experience with depression with this is used my own experience and struggles but it’s different for everyone. If you are struggling please know that you do not deserve to struggle alone. There is help out there and my dms are always open if you need to talk. Remember to take stay hydrated and take your meds, and as always love y’all💖

Dividers are by @cafekitsune

Pictures are from Pinterest

[justmeinadaze]

Could you write a Gator Tillman x Plus size Reader series or an imagine (upto you) kind of like enemies to lovers

Also you are one my favourite writers and all your fics are so amazing ❤️

A/N: Thank you <3. I love you! I can turn this little thing into a series if people want that :)

Warning: Smut, degrading (brat, whore), dirty talk

Word Count: 1065

“That’s it, you little brat. Take my cock like the whore you are.”, Gator moaned as he rolled his hips roughly on top of you. 

You hated the deputy and everything he represented in your small town but God did you love playing games with him. The first time was at the bar you worked at after you had been robbed. You gave the police all the information but when he came back a few weeks later to tell you they came up empty handed, you cried and smacked him across the face. In return, he bent you over pool table and fucked you till your eyes rolled. 

After that the game was always a bit different but the outcome was the same. A few times, he pulled you over on the side of the road siting a broken taillight before handcuffing you for “resisting” and shoving his cock down your throat. Another time, he showed up on a date you were having and brought you home to tie you to his bed, teasing you all night till he finally allowed you to cum drenching his mattress with your arousal. 

In public you were ruthless with each other, calling each other names and throwing verbal spares till the other one was pissed off enough to retaliate.

Tonight, while he and his friends were at the bar, you challenged him. Gator had said an off the cuff remark about how if someone breaks into your house not to call because “someone needs to put you in your place and humble you!” You had snickered which amped him up enough but your following sentence was the spark that ignited the fire within him. 

“I highly doubt you’re the man to do that. Can barely even protect me let alone fuck me.”

That’s how you ended up in the position you were in currently, waking up in the middle of the night with him pinning your wrist above your head as he fucked you nice and deep. You secretly hoped he would come over, waiting in your room in the thinnest lingerie nightie you could find for hours before giving up and going to bed.

“Fuck. You think I can’t take care of you? Y-you can barely take care of yourself. Do you—mmph—do you know how easy it was to sneak in? Then I find you here in this flimsy nightie, pussy dripping, just begging to be ruined.”

“Gator…”

The officer’s sweaty forehead fell on yours as he groaned against your lips. 

“Fuck, baby. I love hearing you moan my name.”, he whispers, a rough whimper leaving his throat when you moan it again. “Tell me you need me, Y/N.”

“I-I-I need you, Gator. I need you to keep me safe a-and—oh my God—take care of me. No one fucks me like you. Make me cum, honey, please.”

His head promptly shot up at your words as his rhythm slowed making you whine. 

“No one fucks you like me? No one else better be fucking you at all, little girl. You’re mine. This tight little pussy, your sexy curves, this perfect ass…” Gator’s palm comes down hard at the space between your upper thigh and behind causing a little mewl to leave your lips.

Picking up his pace once more, he roughly slammed his hips into yours as his cock aggressively hit that sensitive spot and beyond deep in your cunt. The officer’s head fell to your side and he continued to whisper in your ear as he heavily panted after every other word. 

“Your fucking smile…adorable…adorable laugh…the way your face lights up…when you see me… shit,baby… your sarcasm and quick wit…your beautiful heart…I want them all. Fuck, I’m close. Tell me who you belong to you, Y/N.”

While he spoke, your fingers had tangled in his hair, holding him as close to you as you could as your other hand gripped his ass guiding his movements.

“You. I belong to you, Gator.”

Your legs locked at the ankle around his waist forcing him to stay put as your body trembled and you came. As you he listened to you climax, his own followed as he grunted loudly and pounded his release deep inside you. 

The two of you laid like that trying desperately to catch your breaths for a few minutes before he gently pulled out of you and reached for some tissues by your bed to clean you with. Once he completed his task, he laid on his back with his arm behind his head as he stared at your ceiling. 

“Why the lingerie?”

“Huh?”

“I imagine you don’t usually fall asleep in something like that.” You didn’t answer mostly because you didn’t know how. To be honest, the two of you rarely ever spoke after you played. “If you did that for me, you don’t have to. I think you look sexy as is.”

“How would you know?”

“Jesus.”, Gator chuckles. “Did you hear a word I fucking said? “

“You don’t know me, Tillman.”

“I’d like to, Y/L/N.” Your eyes met his as he continued. “I know you hate me but I’d like to prove to you I’m not the asshole everyone thinks I am.”

“You mean the asshole you pretend to be to make daddy happy?” When he huffs and closes his eyes you immediately feel bad. “Gator, your dad hates me as a person. I doubt he’d let you take me on a date or something.”

“I don’t care. Look, Y/N, you wouldn’t be going on a date with him. You’d be spending time with me and only me.”

“You’re on his police force.”

“Christ, you are so fucking stubborn!”, he growled before softly grinning when he heard your small giggle. 

Rolling on to his side, he reaches out to brush some of your hair behind your ear. 

“Ok.” Gator’s eyes widen excitedly as your smile grows at the sight. “But I swear to God if he comes at me with ‘A woman’s place is…’—“.

The officer’s lips cut you off and you revel in this new feeling of soft kisses instead of passion, anger fueled ones. 

“You can say whatever you want to. Just know, though, that I can keep you safe and take care of you.”

“I know, Gator. I know.”

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I actually don't draw Ratchet as much as I should. I'm not really a fan of TFP Ratchet. I like Cyberverse Ratchet More.

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hi there whiskey! i adore your icons so much! i was wondering if you might be open to making some dash icons of josh hutcherson? no worries if you don't have muse for this suggestion! i hope you have an amazing day and are taking care of yourself. ♡

hi anon,

thank you so much for your kind words! ♡ i had trouble finding recent, good-quality images to use so i played around with the style of the icon to give you a little bit more choice. you can find these icons here: josh hutcherson icons.

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Some Orochimaru and Anko for anons..!!! hope you'll like them! ('w')

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Request: you don't know if you're queer or not, but being friends with ellie makes you question that. She let's you experiment on her. Mutual pining & best friends to lovers.

Experimentation

Ellie x fem reader

Summary: After many failed dates and attempts of making a connection you begin to feel like you’re the problem. After listening to your dilemma your best friend Ellie thinks an experiment is in order to test her hypothesis.

Warnings: Friends to more? ,mentions of sex and inability to orgasm, reader thinks she “broken” because she doesn’t feel romantic feelings for men, slight mentions of internalized homophobia and a homophobic upbringing, not proofread, using the scientific method as a way of flirting, Ellie referrers to Abby as “asshole Anderson” (we love Abby but her and Ellie have beef. That beef is not explained in this), men.

You were confused. Well maybe not confused but you were conflicted. See you thought you had yourself figured out. You thought your days of trying to learn what you wanted in life were behind you but recently everything you did brought up more and more questions and never any answers.

Your love life was well complicated is the best way to put it. It wasn’t for lack of trying either, you would go on dates and it wasn’t anything wrong with your suitors (well except for that one guy who was flirting with the waitress the whole time) other than him the guys you’ve been on dated with were all so sweet and charming and you enjoyed talking to them but you just didn’t feel anything, you didn’t feel that oomph that everyone always talked about. And when they walked you home they were very respectful, they’d hold your hand and they’d kiss you outside your door. They never expected anything more. And while you appreciated that, you didn’t even feel anything from the kiss. You never felt the need to keep kissing, you never felt dizzy and weak kneed from the feeling of their lips on yours. Okay maybe you did read a bit too many romance books, maybe your standards were just too high.

On the rare occasion you went out hoping to end the night with an orgasm, that never happened. It wasn’t for lack of trying either, you just couldn’t cum. You noticed you didn’t seem to get all that wet either, maybe you were just one of those women that had a difficult time becoming aroused. There was nothing wrong with that, you just had to put in some extra work. It seemed like nothing worked, you ended up faking orgasms because the last thing you wanted was for him to feel bad.

A guy would eat you out and nothing, he’d finger you and that also brought nothing, he’d fuck you and that would just give you a bunch of internal awkwardness. You weren’t a virgin by any means but you just couldn’t cum.

You were being to think you were broken, no matter what you tried you just didn’t feel that attraction to anyone you’ve dated, you didn’t need sex in a relationship but you couldn’t even connect with someone enough to have a relationship.

You just didn’t know what to do, you were at a standstill so you did the only thing you could think of. You called your best friend. When Ellie answered you asked her to please come over, and like the amazing friend she is she went to your apartment without question.

Now this brings you to where you are now, sitting on the couch just having explained your relationship woes to Ellie. She listened intently as you spoke, she had a hunch but she didn’t know if she should verbalize her theory. She’s seen this in a lot of queer women; not being able to connect with men, not enjoying sex with men, thinking that they’re the issue and not their dating pool. She’s seen it in a few of her friends, hell even that Anderson asshole went through the same thing when she was with that one dick. So Ellie was pretty sure she knew exactly what the answer to your downfalls were.

“Maybe I’m just broken” Ellie heard how defeated your voice sounded and she looked at you.

“What? No. You’re not broken, maybe you’re just looking for love with the wrong people…” Ellie said trying to hint at what she meant without actually saying it hoping you would get what she meant.

You sighed and leaned into to the couch looking up at the ceiling, trying to keep your emotions at bay. “What do you mean wrong people? I’ve gone out with the smart guy, the jock, the bad boy, the quiet guy, that one weird guy who told me our genes will make good offspring, mid date.” You cringed as you remember the last guy, that was the most awkward moment of your life. You have never left a restaurant quicker than you did then.

“Yeesh yeah I remember that” Ellie also cringed as she remembers when you called her on the way home from that date.

“Well I mean maybe men are the problem” Ellie said looking over at you

“Okay so who am I supposed to date then?” You asked Ellie with a chuckle

Ellie fights the urge to either face palm or smack you upside the head. She loves you she really does but sometimes you didn’t have the shared brain cell.

“What I’m try to say is what if you tried dating women?” Ellie says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and later you’ll come to realize that it really was that obvious.

“Oh…oh!” It suddenly clicked, Ellie meant dating a woman…could you actually do that. You’d be lying if you said the thought didn’t cross your mind when you were younger, but with the views of your family and how the world was growing up you just kind of ignored that, threw yourself into obsessing over the latest “it boy” of Hollywood. But you were an adult, you were a grown woman you could date whoever the hell you wanted.

The idea was intriguing and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find some women that you’ve seen attractive, but what if it all just turns out the same.

“Well” you turn to look at Ellie after thinking for a moment “what if it all ends up the same. I go on a date with her and I just don’t feel anything, then I’m wasting hers and my time. What if I really am broken, incapable of love.” You voice your fears as you mess with a piece of fuzz on the couch.

“But what if you have an amazing date and realize that you aren’t broken, because you’re not. Even if you don’t fall in love that doesn’t mean you’re broken, nothing about you could ever be broken. Here I’ll tell you what, I got an idea.” Ellie says moving so that she’s sitting with her legs crossed on the couch and now across from you.

You look at her with a raised eyebrow, Ellie always had a knack for coming up with…interesting plans. The last “plan” she had involved a couple beers, a slip n slide, and Jesse ending up in a cast.

“Don’t give me that look I’m trying to help you here” she said in faux irritation

You raise your hands in surrender “okay whats your plan?” You ask her, wondering what plan she actually had to prove you’re not broken.

“We’re friends right? Best friends? And you trust me right?” Ellie asks and you nod along with her a bit confused.

“Yeah…?”

“Well what if you kiss me and see if it makes you feel any different”

“Kiss you?”

“Yeah, just kiss me. I’m not saying you have to kiss me with tongue I’m just saying a little peck.” Ellie explains nonchalantly as you look at her as if she had three heads.

“Kiss you… on the lips?” You were still trying to make sense of her idea

“No on my ass. Yes of course my lips. Listen if you really don’t want to I won’t force you but I figured maybe we can just test my theory, y’know I’m all about that science stuff. Make a hypothesis and now we have to test it.”

You eye her again before you agree with her. She is your best friend and she right it’s just a little kiss, best friends kiss all the time, at least they do in the movies. Besides it better to test it than to waste time on a date that will go no where and you trust Ellie.

“Okay, you’re right” you tell her nodding

“I’m always right.” She says with a cocky grin

“Just shut up and kiss me” you tell her with an exasperated sigh

Ellie takes note of the way you saying that seemed to make her heart skip a beat but she decided to ignore it. This meant nothing, it was just two friends helping each other.

Ellie leaned in and cupped your face, her warm and calluses hands made the soft skin of your face tingle beneath them. She leaned forward and you could feel her warm breath against your lips. Her green eyes met yours, your eyes flutter shut as she leaned In closer. The first feeling of her lips against yours made your breath hitch. You hesitatingly returned the kiss, still a bit awkward about it but you felt butterflies swarming in your stomach and your heart thumping in your chest. You didn’t feel uncomfortable and awkward like you usually do when being kissed. No, you felt giddy and weightless. You’ve never felt like this before.

Once Ellie pulled away you almost leaned forward to reconnect your lips, but you caught yourself. All you could do was look at her, gazing from her eyes back to her lips. You wanted more. Never have you wanted anything more than to feel her lips on yours again. It was like a switch flipped inside of you, like everything was finally making sense. Every homoerotic thought you’ve ever had that you’ve brushed away was finally coming back to you at full force.

It was never an issue with you, you weren’t broken, everyone who made you think that dating men was your only choice were the ones who were broken.

“Wow” is all you could say

“That good huh?” Ellie asked cocky little smirk back on her face.

You couldn’t speak all you could do was nod. Is this what it felt like? Did it always feel this good? Your stomach was still fluttering with butterflies and you still felt this giddiness that you couldn’t get rid of. As cheesy as it was it felt you were actually living for the first time, everything finally made sense.

“So does this mean I was right?” Ellie asks quite proud of herself.

You decide that you want to feel more of this, you want to feel her lips again, you want a true and proper kiss. You also want to wipe that cocky smirk off her face.

“Hmm I don’t know, don’t you have to conduct an experiment three times in order to confirm a hypothesis? Last time I checked that was only one.” You say with a new found confidence. You knew what you wanted, and you hoped Ellie wanted the same.

The smirk falls from Ellie’s face and she looks at you dumbstruck, she stumbles a bit over her words before she clears her throat.

“You know what you’re right. We need conclusive answers don’t we?” She asks leaning forward once again, smile on her lips.

“Hmm absolutely, don’t want to leave the results inconclusive” you agree as you pull her forward by fisting the front of her shirt. Your lips collide and sigh happily into the kiss. In a moment of bravery you glide your tongue against her bottom lip, Ellie hums into the kiss as she opens her mouth letting you deepen the kiss.

The more the both of you kissed it brought another question to your mind, did it feel like this all the time or did it feel like this because it was Ellie?

A/N: oh hey look I finally wrote something who would’ve thought. I got this request almost a month ago I’m so sorry anon! 🥺😢 please forgive me. It’s a tad bit different than exactly what you requested and I’m sorry for that but I still hope you enjoy it and I hope everyone else enjoys it too. Let me know what y’all think i feed off of attention

And as always love you all! 💖

Dividers are by @cafekitsune

And pics are not mine I got them from Pinterest

[justmeinadaze]

What an interesting smutty steddie request I just got. I love it. Lol. I'll try to get to it asap!

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Jazz‼️

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Boy was his hair a hassle for me, I couldn't decide what hair style I wanted to give him.

I'm just waiting on that one person who will want to see My Humanformers Thunderhowl honestly

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It feels good to be able to help. (for @overnighttosunflowers)

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idk if u still have requests open, BUUUT i personally never knew remlits could fly back up and thusly never threw one off skyloft. i was shocked when i saw a clip of someone doing that. maybe that w sky + the links?

YEAH! BYE KITTY!!!

Alternate ending under the read more!

(Twi doesn't know the remlits fly, but he knows Sky can SOOOO

Sky knew what he was getting into xD )

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any more spooky dash icons??? maybe like with a dark aesthetic theme?

hello anon,

i've no idea when you sent this so i'm sorry it's a bit late. not sure if this is what you were looking for but I've just posted a few more here.

halloween dash icons (part two)