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the amount of crazy thoughts I have been having...
it is so crazy to realize that I just do things, aware of the consequences. And somehow im so lucky and nothing bad happens to me, but also maybe that's why I keep doing that? to see and hoping something bad happens.
It's like im constantly looking for this moment where I run out of luck so I can use that excuse to idk... ask for help?
cs as long as im okay I wont ever bother worrying about myself cause "im okay" but im not, cause I keep self indulging in weird things. And I keep trying to hurt myself and put myself in dangerous situations on purpose.
I also wonder why do I have to try and stay. Why am I so lucky. Will I turn into someone one day? or is it just a bunch of coincidences that I will forget when im too old.
Will I even make it that far? is my purpose serve myself or serve others? like... is it me who will grow into a beautiful someone or is it me who has fo exist so someone else grows into that beautiful someone. And if so, will I be the good or bad guy? why?
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I no longer complain so much about life. I no longer think about the many what if's. I no longer prepare myself for it nor I think about how much would it hurt.
I can actually hope for a future now, sometimes. I can remember what I had forgotten. I can listen to old songs.
Yet, I can't stop feeling this sensation. If it had to be me, I wouldn't complain. I wouldn't fight or cry for help. I would let it happen. And I kinda still want it to happen.
I wonder why wasn't I given a proper tool to make it myself. Why am I so loved, why am I so lucky. Why do I have to stay alive and keep trying.
I wonder if I'll make it to forty, with love and fam and fun and stability. I wonder if maybe only there the universe or god or life will finally end it. I wonder if I have to enjoy and get better and try in order for god or the universe or life to take it from me and end it for good.
And if so im not scared. I actually just wish it could be sooner. I wish I wouldn't have to think or worry or try. I wish I could just rest, and i wish all I've built was given to someone who actually wants to keep trying. I dont mind.
southern!abby who owns a blue pickup truck. she sits in the drivers seat, hands on the steering wheel when she spots you. you’re walking down the brown dirt road, small rocks beneath you. there’s a bag of groceries in hand that looks quite heavy; the plastic handles stretch like it might snap at any given second.
the road is empty, no one but her and you. the wind blew through the loose strands of your hair. you looked so beautiful in abby’s eyes. your skin glowed under the suns rays, the dress you wore flattered you in all the right places.
you and abby have known one another for quite awhile now, living in a small town all your life, knowing everyone is normal. but you knew abby. and she knew you. so it wouldn’t be weird at all if she offered a helping hand.
you’re not that far of from her, so abby drives up to you and slows her speed to keep up with your pace.
“hi there, sweet thing.” she says, with a saccharine smile plastered to her lips. her elbow is hanging out the open window of the car. “need a hand with those bags?”
you’re star struck for a moment, not expecting to see her. but the surprise quickly turned into a welcoming smile that makes abby’s heart flutter. your feet come to a stop, and so does she, backing up a bit to be face to face with you once again.
“hi abby.” you say softly. and in return, she offers you a toothy smile as you greet her.
you consider it for a moment, it would be much help to get a ride home because you still have a way on foot. now more shy than before you say: “i don’t want to be a bother or anything.”
“don’t be silly, hop in.” abby was quick to respond, fast to shoot down any thoughts of uncertainty. so, instead of continuing your long ponder on whether you should accept or reject, you walk over to the other side and get in.
“thank you.” you say, carefully placing your bag full of groceries between your legs and buckling yourself in.
“don’t sweat it, my pleasure.” abby replies, shifting gears off park to drive, pressing the gas pedal and taking off to bring you home.
the drive was quiet silent, just the two of you enjoying a 5 minute ride, chill breeze blowing in your face. gorgeous as ever, abby thought. as she let her eyes quickly shift over to you and then back to the road before her.
abby can’t help but let her cheeks turn a bright shade of pink that complimented the freckles littered her face. and you couldn’t help yourself either when your face heats up and a flush a warmth attacks your own cheeks.
you can feel her gaze on you every now and then, it’s so awkward, no wards are being exchanged, only a few breaths every few seconds. but it’s a comforting awkwardness, fills your chest full of butterflies, pulling a small grin over your lips. and abby notices it. she sees you flustered, and it makes her fluster.
“alright, we’re here.” abby’s voice cuts through the silence, as the car comes to a halt. she parks right before your house, and you undo your seatbelt, opening the door, climbing out of the truck not forgetting to grab your bag of groceries.
you walk over and make your way to your house, and before you could make it too far you turn back around and look at abby through her open driver window. you stare her deep in the eyes, admiring her visage. and she yours.
“thank you,” you say, as you walk up to the open window and place a kiss to her cheek. “i’ll see you around.” you turn back around and skip to your house, basically dragging the bag of food on the ground.
and abby just sits there for a moment. taking in what had just happened. shock takes over her nerves and her full face now turns a darker shade of pink. and that’s when she knows she needs to get you back for this.
just replayed tlou2 for the upteenth time and im positive now the fireflies were rattlers abby radios. they tell her to go to the large dome building in avalon but thats… the prison! i’m actually a believer most of the prisoners are stragglers and fireflies as well
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Abby x user with chronic migraines? This is admittedly self indulgent but it would be nice to see fluff with Abby and user, understanding and helping user relax, being proactive in her care, etc
They’re not just headaches, and unfortunately I haven’t had a partner understand that yet :(
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I also get migraines! tried to make this more general, but my own symptoms snuck their way in (when they're real bad I feel like i'm having a stroke) hope you enjoy!!!
tags: abby x reader, reader has migraines, fluff,
- When you first tell Abby about your migraines, she's more than ready to do whatever she can to help. (She's always just been accommodating like that.)
- When you get your first migraine with her, she panics. You're at her apartment (thankfully) curled up on her couch watching a movie.
- She first notices you pressing your face against her shoulder, frowning slightly at how you're clinging to her arm.
"Baby?"
"Migraine..." you force out. Abby goes stock still, frozen for a good minute. "Abs?" You. chance a peck at her, concerned to see her so still.
"Oh- fuck, sorry... um... how can I help?" You laugh, curling back up against her.
- Your first migraine with aura, Abby panics again. You can barely walk, squinting as she helps you into bed.
"Are you sure you're okay?" she asks, eyebrows furrowed as she carefully analyzes you.
"Just shut up and cuddle with me."
- After a year of dating, Abby becomes and expert at spotting when you're getting a migraine. She's gotten so good she knows when you're getting a migraine before you do.
- Couldn't care less if you need to cancel plans. If anything, she's happy to dote on and cuddle you (of course she'd prefer to do it when you're not in pain)
- Knows exactly what helps. She always grabs your medication and ice packs. If she can (i.e. if you'll let her get up from cuddling) she'll run to get you a diet coke and fries.
- Always at doctors appointments with you. If the doctor starts to downplay your symptoms, she's the first person to advocate and speak up. She's probably more invested in your care than you are half the time.
- Overall the biggest sweetheart when it comes to your migraines.
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