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Harry Styles and Shania Twain at Coachella 2022

Missing them :’)

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in a pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffing, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind bogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tango ever this girl could cause a nuclear bomb inside me and l'd still ride…

plsss i am begging you to write something for your save a horse ride a cowgirl moodboard, cowgirl!abby would actually send me into cardiac arrest pls and thanks 🙏🏽🙏🏽

tags | abby x reader, domestic fluff, farmer / cowgirl abby

The soft, melodic croon of Patsy Cline's voice echoed throughout the small, rustic kitchen where you resided. The broken-hearted lyrics bounced tenderly off the paint-chipped walls, bidding a sweet farewell through the open window above the kitchen sink. Like fluttering birds, the lace curtains that covered said window swayed gently with the summer breeze; wafting through the small space and bringing with it the smell of upcoming rain and honeysuckles, mixed with the earthy embers of a fire burning somewhere nearby.

After a long, hard day of sitting around doing absolutely nothing, this is just what you needed.

Though, it wasn't like you chose to do nothing- however much you may have loved this arrangement. If it were up to you, you'd be out there right alongside Abby as she plowed the fields, worked tirelessly with the horses or shoveled their manure.

But it wasn't up to you.

Abby made it clear from the get-go that her job was to take care of the homestead, and your job was to sit around and look pretty until she was done. Who were you to argue with that? Well, you were to begin with, but you negotiated, happily settling on cooking Abby three meals a day, and handling the little things here and there.

Which is what you were doing now.

With sud-soaked hands, dish water up to your elbows and pruning the tips of your otherwise soft fingers, your hips swayed in time with the music. The sound of your own voice humming along to the song made it easy to miss the sound of the front screen door opening with a soft squeak of the hinges- something Abby had been meaning to fix, but hadn't gotten around to.

Heavy boots thudded on the ground, attending to the various floor types between the front door and the kitchen as the soles padded quietly on the carpet, until finally squeaking against the linoleum that made up the entirety of the kitchen.

"Hi, baby.." Abby mumbled, her voice raspy and laced with exhaustion as her calloused, overworked hands found home on your hips, pressing herself into you from behind as she nuzzled her sunburnt face into the crook of your neck. The brim of her cowboy hat pressed into your jawline as she planted soft, evenly placed kisses along the expanse of your neck and shoulder.

"Hi.." You breathed out, unable to hide the giddy smile from pulling to your lips as you tilted your head ever-so-slightly. Dishes forgotten, you let the glass plate you were once holding drift to the bottom of the sink with a muffled thud, pulling your arms out of the water, and wiping them on a nearby towel, all while Abby kept herself tucked into your neck.

One sweet kiss after the other, the feeling of Abby's soft, sleepy hums muffled against your neck, prickling goosebumps along the surface of your ticklish skin as you giggled. "What?" she questioned- though the sound was barely audible, morphing into nothing but gibberish as she squeezed the pliable skin of your hips.

"Nothing," You insisted, turning around in Abby's embrace- to which she whined in disagreement of your action, missing your neck.

Now facing the sleepy girl, you gazed up into her hooded eyes. Freckles peppered along her sun-kissed cheeks like constellations, each one never left unkissed when she was in your presence- her freckles had to be your favorite thing. Flicking the brim of her hat a little higher on her forehead, you noticed the pinkish color of her skin, the beginning of a sun tan developing in the form of a funny-looking line on her forehead; pink and pale-colored skin contrasting.

"You hungry?" You asked as your hand reached up to cup Abby's cheek, your thumb brushing against her cheekbone as you admired all that she was. She leaned into your palm, inhaling a deep breath she let out as a soft sigh of contentment.

"Mm, no," She declined. "Just sleepy." She then blinked at you, resembling a sad, pitiful puppy as the oceanic radiance that swirled in her irises bored into you. "Just sleepy.." She repeated, an almost dream-like twang to her voice as she sighed; a long, drawn-out, huhhh..

All that Abby was, subtle wasn't one of them. You couldn't help but laugh- snort, really. Your hand dropped from her cheek, brushing down to the end of the golden braid that cascaded around her broad shoulder. You gave it a small tug. "You wanna nap?"

In nonverbal response, Abby all but tore your arm from its socket as she dragged you upstairs.

i might be insane and annoying and insufferable and crazy but

why do u like harry styles?

because he’s my girl

This women’s history month, remember those in Gaza who don’t have feminine hygiene products for their periods. Remember the pregnant mothers who got ran over by IDF tanks. Remember the women who have been killed and displaced, & IDF soldiers humiliate them further by brandishing their undergarments in posts and pictures.

Remember the women in Palestine this Women’s History Month.

Something that has always plagued my mind with girlfriend! Ellie is how she would dedicate her instagram to you. I can imagine her posting your photos with cringey captions like “My muse.” and photo dumping horrible fisheye photos of your forehead for her followers to see.

I think she is also incredibly kind about her photos (especially in modern day non-tlou au) where she has a digital camera she stole from joel that she take’s everywhere- most of it being taken up of stills of her favorite person (you.)

Def takes photos of you doing the most mundane stuff and for some reason she just makes it so beautiful it has you in awe (??) Like she will take a picture of you doing the dishes and suddenly your some vogue model in a dreamy life.

These are the kinda digitals Ellie takes, and it’s caused her to gain a cult following online which she actually always forgets about (like “oh yeah that one got 14k like… i didnt realize… oh” so nonchalantly) :

comfort; abby anderson

summary; comforting abby after a rough patrol.

wc; 452

a/n; fr not happy with this but it was a cute idea😞 and i need something to post !!!!

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the look on abby’s face says it all as she trudges into the apartment, her footsteps heavy against the floor as she makes her way over to your shared section of the room.

you’re both glad that manny isn’t here right now, knowing him he’s probably out banging that damn scientist again. and it leaves the two of you alone and unbothered for the rest of the night.

abby looks like she’s had such a rough day. the bags under her eyes tantamount to the stress she’s feeling and the lack of sleep she’s been functioning on, her usually bright eyes seeming dull and lifeless. she pulls her tank top over her head and leaves it to fall to the floor beside the bed, kicking her boots off with a subtle thud before pulling her cargo pants down her long legs.

you pull the covers back and make grabby hands at her, “cmere, baby~” abby immediately lets herself be pulled down into your arms with a sigh, her body relaxing from its stiff and rigid state. the tiny bed leaving you in a bit of an uncomfortable position but she couldn't care less right now. all she needs is you.

you lay her on your chest and bring the covers up to warm her exposed body, running your hands up and down her back slowly. she relaxes even further and gently rests her head against you. as she lets her guard down, she takes a slow breath, and when she exhales, there is a slight tremble in her voice, “bad day.“

with a quiet sob, she lets herself cry into your shirt without saying another word. she’s so sore and overall frustrated with her day, and the only way to express her feelings is by breaking down in your arms.

she’s clutching at your body, desperately trying to get closer. she’s a mess, breathing erratically as she tries to calm down. she’s trying to keep herself together, but her tough exterior is crumbling, and it seems that she’s finally letting you see just how much she’s been bottling up. she’s still being fairly self composed, but you can tell she desperately needs comfort.

“shhh…baby, its okay. im right here-” you coo at her and kiss her forehead. she knows its true too, you're the only person she can even let her guard down with and allow herself to be vulnerable with. you're her rock, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

you continue to rub her back and whisper soothing words to her as you wipe her remaining tears. you start to stroke her soft hair until her body goes completely lax and she drifts off to sleep in your arms.

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an; THIS IS SO BAD IM SORRY…..but….dbf!abby fic part 2 coming maybeee tonight !!🤞🏼

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