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wlf!abby headcanons <3

pairing: abby anderson x reader summary: just some self-indulgent headcanons about life at the WLF base with abby because i love her. that's all warnings: none! just abby being abby and being in love. the best combo

abby will ALWAYS wait up for you without fail if you're out on patrol at night. she barely sleeps anyway but she especially can't sleep if she doesn't know if you're safe so she stays in your room and reads but she's not actually taking anything in, just scanning the pages because she can't even focus

if on the extremely rare and strange occasion you're sent out together she'll always be watching your back - she trusts you and knows that you know what you're doing but if she spots the smallest bit of danger near u she's there within the blink of an eye

she's holding your head in her hands, tearing up when you almost get ripped apart by a runner on what was probably ur worst patrol yet "are you okay? are you clean?? are you sure? holy shit..."

beats u at backgammon almost every single time.. doesn't beat u at rummy though

if you're both working out together she will drop what she's doing to spot you and gets excited for you when you hit a new PB

gets embarrassed when u watch her work out because she knows she pulls weird faces.. "stop looking at me. it's distracting..." she'd playfully roll her eyes but do nothing to stop you from staring. you may even think she likes feeling embarrassed

ur work out schedules align so that u get to do yoga together :) it's funny watching her try and do the tree pose when she loses her balance every 4 seconds

abby got a lil too drunk one night at one of the salt lake crew parties and leah and jordan had to (reluctantly) lure her to ur room and ask u to look after her bc she refused help from anybody else 😔 (luckily your roomie was in their partners room...) she's a big gal so thinks she can handle her drink until she's 9 shots deep and thinks she has 13 fingers

in the cafeteria if she spots you talking with some friends she'll watch from afar for a while just to admire u being urself <3 she'll then come over and make her presence known with a hand on your back but won't interrupt your conversation or want the attention on her because she likes hearing you talk and knowing u have other ppl around u <3

has a hand on ur lower back/thrown over your shoulders whenever you're walking around the base because she always wants to be touching you. or she'll link your pinkies together when the hallway seems quieter than normal. abs isn't too big on PDA so likes to keep things subtle but always wants u to know she's there w her gentle touches

you massage her back and shoulders almost every evening when she's had a long day, even on nights where you're not sharing a bed and manny is in the room, and she's always knocked out like 5 mins after whilst you're still sat on her lower back. girl loves a massage

she sent manny packing to his weird sex den one night so she could decorate their shared room with half-dead flowers she miraculously found on patrol that week and make a romantic evening for you both... "as romantic as you can make a room in a fucking stadium" she'd mutter under her breath once she stands back and admires her work

she batted her eyelashes and smiled harder than usual @ the kitchen workers to cook a special meal for her other than burritos and she dug out the dusty 'timeless love songs' CD manny's dad gave her a few months back. you both ate, laughed and danced to unforgettable by nat king cole specifically and she felt a lil silly at first but it all went away when she saw the smile on ur face <3

at night time when u both can't sleep you'll lay in bed together and plan ur lives 'after the apocalypse'... abby wants to adopt a dog and live in a big house with u :(

she taught u how to do her braid perfectly so if she's stayed the night u braid her hair for her before she goes... "wow, nailed it babe"

when u saw her room for the first time u asked her about the painting from her dads office next to her bed and she got sad :( but opened up to u about her past and from then u knew u were in it for life

she reads to u if you're sleepy and she isn't and tells you she loves you and kisses your forehead when she thinks you're asleep (you're not - you always hear her)

she'll protect u with her entire life and will kill anyone or anything that gets in ur way. she loves u.

anyways, don't forget your daily click to help palestine!!!! 🇵🇸

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hiii 🌷 could you please do gf!abby!!!! gf!ellie was so good i need more

hi honey!!! so sorry this took me so long to write...usual bad grammar and such.. overall headcanons and thoughts. me trying not to use the word yall. um mention of the word boobies. again on and off non apocalypse au. that's it i think Enjoy!!! ◠ ̫◠

while i know she's a strong woman. mentally and physically. i think she just wants to be babied. especially after a long day of patrol?!?! she comes home n jus lays with u while u take her hair out of the braid and rake your fingers through it. SHE LOVES IT!!!!!

ok i know i said this exact same thing about ellie. but she's a sleepy girl too!!! like if it was a competition abby would win by a mile. she comes home gets borderline naked, left in boxers with her boobies out, she hits the bed and within seconds she's out like a damn light

n also. i think she snores, not loud but you can definitely hear it n Its So Cute!!!! :333

and, hear me when i say this if you aren't in the bed with her she won't sleep. Refuses actually she could be so tired but if u aren't there Forget It!!!! she used to not sleep at all unless u were sleeping too but as i said, this girl has gotten progressively sleepier over the years

i think before you two started dating, you were the type of friends where everyone thought you were dating. which caused a few problems...but you two kinda led it on? without realizing? holding hands, always with each other, sharing beds. n you would wonder why people thought that?? "so you two aren't dating?" you and abby hand in hand shoulder to shoulder "no why would you think that?"

speaking Of!!! she was the first to realize she actually liked you, of course like i said your friendship had always been lovey dovey, so it was hard for her to take time out to realize her feelings for you were more than just really good friends who sometimes shared a kiss on occasion. it came naturally to her to confess, but nothing really changed. just more kisses for abby!!!!!

very clingy and forgive me for this but she would hold your hand while you peed if she could. she loves holding ur hand. idk if she's too big on pda tho.

either way she loves to follow you everywhere. like i said. if you got up to go to another room, she was right there behind u. sometimes she scares u cuz she's So quiet. "What are you doing?" u turn around and she's blocking the doorway

she loves to listen to u talk. blabbing about nothing and she'd still listen like it's the most important thing.

she has a Ton of cds you name it she probably has it. peter frampton, fleetwood mac!!! (two of my personal favs). she likes to sing them to u. n i think she likes dad rock as well, she picked it up obviously from her dad LOL.

for the girls that wear makeup (me :ppp) i think she loves when you leave kiss marks on her!!!! it's so sweet to her she'd never wash it off if you let her

i may dabble more with the friends before dating business in something bigger at a later date. hope u enjoyed. ･᷄-･᷅

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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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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.

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