#unwell abbie

[leonratart]

Celery Spicy Celery Cool

[butchdiaz]

SICK TO MY STOMACH THEYRE KISSING ON THE LIPS RIGHT NOWWWWWWE

[ribbitsplayts]

unwell is a really good podcast please listen to it

[hotshotsxyz]

6x10 Coda

if that episode wrecked you as bad as it wrecked me, this won't help

Thirty seconds before Eddie got to Buck. 

Maybe another minute before they got him in the ambulance. 

Three minutes to the hospital. 

Five minutes without oxygen before the brain begins to take permanent damage. 

Eddie presses the gas pedal all the way to the floor. It’s still not fast enough. 

He can’t look at Bobby. Can’t risk taking his eyes off the road for even a split second because Buck is in the back of this ambulance and if Eddie loses his concentration for a moment it could cost him his life. 

Drive, he thinks, the only thought that’s safe. Drive. 

Eddie eases off the gas as they enter the ambulance bay, but doesn’t touch the brake until the last possible second. He jerks on the parking brake before the ambulance rolls back even an inch and throws himself outside. He sprints around to the back, and as soon as the gurney’s wheels touch the pavement, he jumps on and begins compressions. 

Eddie doesn’t think. Doesn’t allow himself to think because if he thinks it might occur to him that Buck’s odds of survival are worse than his were when he was shot. It might occur to him that this could easily be the last time he ever touches Buck’s still warm flesh. It might occur to him that Christopher is expecting them both to come home tomorrow, because Buck promised to make them Bobby’s famous chili and Buck never breaks a promise where he and Christopher are concerned. 

Eddie doesn’t think. 

Eddie can’t think. 

They burst through the sliding glass doors of the hospital, and in moments, someone is pulling him off Buck. He fights back. He keeps doing compressions. Buck needs him. 

“Eddie!” someone shouts. 

Eddie ignores them. 

“Eddie, you have to let them do their jobs!”

For the briefest of moments, Eddie falters. Hands find his shoulders and pull him back. 

“We’ll do everything we can,” a woman in scrubs says, and then he’s gone. 

Eddie heaves in a ragged breath and sags against the person behind him. Strong arms hold him up. 

“Eddie, they've got him,” Bobby says. 

I can’t do this again, Eddie thinks. 

…

The waiting room is cold and unnaturally quiet. Eddie’s uniform is soaked through. There’s a dull pain in his arm, one that’s been growing with each passing minute. 

Someone needs to call Maddie. 

Selfishly, Eddie hopes Chimney is the one to do it. He knows he’s going to have to say it out loud eventually, but he can’t. Not yet. Not until he knows exactly what he needs to prepare himself to say. 

Buck’s in the hospital. Again. You’d better bring some of that sparkling water he likes so much. 

Buck’s hurt. He’s going to be fine, but the doctors say he should rest until tomorrow. 

No, Buck’s not okay. The doctor’s don’t know when he’ll wake up. 

No, Buck’s not okay. The doctor’s don’t know if he’ll wake up. 

Buck’s dead. 

A sob jumps from the back of Eddie’s throat, and once the first one is loose, there’s nothing he can do to stop the ones that follow. Eddie hunches in on himself and squeezes his eyes shut. The room around him is closing in, and knowing he’s having another panic attack doesn’t make it any easier to handle. 

Arms encircle his shoulders and pull him tight against a chest he’s cried into before. 

“I– I can’t,” Eddie gasps. 

“I know,” Bobby whispers. 

His voice is wrecked. He sounds just as bad as Eddie, maybe worse. And Eddie– Eddie should be doing something to comfort him, too. Buck is Bobby’s just as much as he’s Eddie’s. But Eddie feels like a child, wrapped in his father’s arms, unable to do anything except cry. 

“It’s Buck,” Eddie sobs. 

“I know.”

“Bobby, I can’t lose him,” he admits. It feels like he’s saying more than that, but he can’t keep it in. “I can’t,” he repeats, over and over. 

I can’t do this again.

[chai-berries]

soft make out session with abby, where your mouths barely part and you’re playing with her baby hairs at the nape of her neck, tugging her closer when she pulls away just a little too much for your liking. she’s so soft but firm, hands on your jaw, neck, waist, ass,,, she just feels so goddamn good against you!!!! lips so warm and soft with just enough pressure that you’re practically keening in pleasure as she douses you in kisses dripping with love. you could kiss her for years!!!!!

[just-an-enby-lemon]

This last episodes of Nightvale have been amazing because they are given Cecil's childhood lore but together with it they are showing us how much Cecil grew and how much of it we actually followed through and how he (and Abby) aren't okay and should never had to get this hurt but also how they are finally genuinally being able to heal and move from it and how they love each other so much even if they don't always like each other (and how they are starting to like each other).

[ale-draws-stuff]

Do you think Abbie stares up at the stars on quiet nights and thinks about them?

[lokimobius]

feeling emotional bc i read the comments in my ao3 inbox and i just feel so happy that i’m able to connect with people through putting loki and mobius in silly situations. i’m so grateful that people enjoy my stories and that i have a hobby that makes me feel good 😭

[abbysthighs]

THESE SHOTS ARE SO HOT.

[desertflowerbowling]

the sleepytired nonbinary rep I’ve always craved

[lack-of-daisy-cow]

The most unbelievable thing about unwell is not the ghosts, it’s that Abbie, an autistic non binary person, didn’t already know corvids were excellent mimics

[skayafair]

Not sure if there's already a "train" like this one but I liked a post with "who's your favorite podcast guy/gal", now tell me:

Who's your favorite podcast enby person?

[winterstaryu]

ABBY CALLING LILLY THE BRAVEST PERSON THEY KNOW

AND THEIR B E S T F R I E N D

I AM SCREAMING. I HAVE TEARS IN MY EYES. I WILL NEVER KNOW ANOTHER JOY SUCH AS THIS.

IM SO PROUD. OF MY CHILD.

[ribbitsplayts]

AND they were gonna watch great mouse detective :((( both of them were robbed :((( alt colors under the cut

when i tell u this telescope was hell on earth to draw???????

[roses-for-rosalyn]

Welcome <33

I write smut and stuff for Ellie Williams and Abby Anderson

No use of y/n here :)

Requests: open ;)

Request no-nos- I don’t write about pedøphelia, cnc, or anything with no consent involved, extreme bdsm kinks (not kink shaming I just have no experience with this and wouldn’t know how to approach it). If I am uncomfortable with your request and unable to fulfill it, I will lyk.

ao3 📓

masterlist 📋

Listening to 🎧:

The Rise and Fall of a Midwestern Princess by Chappell Roan (album) The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill (album) Hit Me Hard and Soft by Billie Ellish (album) Crying Laughing Loving by Labi Siffre

I do not include mentions of hair or skin color in my fics‼️: I started writing fics because I felt left out as a reader when fics had overly specific descriptions (especially feminine ones) of the reader. And there is nothing wrong with that at all, but my goal here is to is to be as inclusive as possible!

minors pls dni 🔞

ageless accounts will be blocked. PLEASE HAVE UR AGE IN UR BIO MY DUDES‼️

LINKS TO HELP FREE PALESTINE

[chai-berries]

dreaming about taking abby hiking and camping where my family went every summer.

you bring two sleeping bags that you zip together to make a mega sleeping bag and you shove it inside a tent that’s built for one but you and abby become one while sleeping so it’s not a big deal. you find a secluded spot along the river where families of children are out of range and you guys enjoy the solitude. abby is wearing a swim tank and tight swim shorts that she knows you like on her. you pack fruit and water and a book with you, preparing to hunker down for a few hours of sun bathing. abby ventures into the water, diving head first because it’s the best way to get your body accumulated to the cold, abby told you confidently but you just laugh at her holler when she comes back to the surface, her arms wrapping around her body. she scowls at your laughter and climbs out of the river and comes too close to you, water dripping onto your towel.

“what’s so funny over here?” “nothing” you say, rolling your lips inward to stop smiling. “oh yeah?” she raises an eyebrow. before you can place your bookmark back in its place, your girlfriend is hauling you up and practically carrying you to the water “abby! no! i still have my shirt on! hold on” but like the cheeky lil shit she is, she ignores your half-hearted pleas and dumps you into the water, diving right after you. when you come up, shivering, your shirt clinging to your skin, showing your bright colored bathing suit under it. she smirks at you, only her head and neck out of the water. “cold?” she asks, mocking you.

“you’re such a dick!” you roll your eyes but move closer to her when she holds her arms open for you.

“it’s okay, baby, it’s just water. c’mere,” you wrap your arms around her neck, the water making you practically buoyant. she pulls your legs up around her waist and holds you there. you’re looking at the trees on the bank but when you look back to her, she’s already staring with a blissed out look on her face.

“what?” you ask.

she shakes her head. “nothing. thanks for planning this. i really needed it.”

“i know. and you’re so welcome, baby.”

she leans up to press her lips to yours, they’re cold from the water but yours are too. you can feel the sun on her back as you run your hands around her shoulder blades. its so so so nice to feel and contrasts the water deliciously. you both stop shivering as your bodies get use to the cold but abby doesn’t let go of your thighs and you don’t let go of her shoulders. you both stay in the water until the sun gets too hot and you’re both in need of a midday nap on the hot rocks that make up the shore.