i should write country!abby ... because she definitely works at the corner store and has two dogs and a horse and a fuck ton of chickens. she hunts deer and then gives out frozen venison to everyone she knows .. sighs
her favorite jacket is her grandpa's hunting jacket. its worn down and the camo is barely visible anymore but she refuses to let it go. 90% of her wardrobe is old hand me downs and she wouldn't have it any other way
she has two pairs of shoes and her boots are her daily wearer... they've been covered in mud for years and abby won't clean them because she thinks it's bad luck (no one has any idea where she got this from)
she drives a two door pickup truck that's been on the verge of death since she got it. abby's always in town arguing with the mechanic about what's best for her truck
she has one horse and he's her pride and joy. 90% of his life he has spent in true luxury. he has the nicest saddles, his bit is specialty made, and abby has a fuck ton of property for him to roam
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i desperately need some rancher or cowboy!billy in my life. i’m talking tall and buff and sososo golden; from the sun-toned ringlets of his hair, to the scars and stretch marks across his arms and hips. i want him slaving on the ranch all day in the heat until he’s freckled just about everywhere.
i want him burning— smoldering eyes and this lopsided grin that promises nothing but white-hot pleasure. and he’s known for wearing his trademark, black leather pants with flaming red stars on the ass because he knows that he’s got it. he knows that they accentuate his thighs and grip his backside just right and drive at least half of the backward town’s population absolutely wild.
he’s also the perfect mixture of foul mouthed and dripping with sugary sweet charm. i mean, on average, he’s just so quick-tongued and crude and cusses just about anyone to tears. but when he really wants it, he drops his voice into this honeyed, little southern drawl and calls everyone ‘sugar’ and ‘doll’. he’s been talking guys and girls outta their drawers for as long as he’s been apart of this rodeo.
and he’s got a temper that he’s inherited from his sonofabitch daddy but attracts everyone because he glitters like his mom’s creek-caught gold. he’s daring too, of course, so he bull rides and sharpshoots and is always up for a bar fight.
i can imagine him and city boy!steve meeting for the first time. like, billy’s all
“lookin’ a lil lost ‘ere, sweetheart. town’s about two miles back that way.” he nods off in the direction that steve’s come from, steadying his horse.
and steve just frowns at his mocking tone, squinting up at him in the summer heat.
“i’m not lost— i’m just looking for the head rancher. have you seen him?”
“whaddaya need him for? ‘stole your girl or somethin’ because we settle that out on the street, not at a man’s job.”
and it honest to god feels like steve’s being toyed with; like billy’s making fun of him. he’s got this pinched look going for him and embarrassment makes him snap,
“you know what, it’s actually none of your business so if you could just point me in his direction, i’ll be outta your hands and on my way.”
and billy’s amusement spreads across his entire face this time; his smile shattering his cheeks, like cracks on a sidewalk. he’s all,
“except, that’s where you’re wrong, doll. you want the ranch hand, well you’ve got his undivided attention,” with this shit-eating grin and yk, just titters.
as you can imagine, steve gapes and catches himself and billy thinks both, “wow, this guy’s an ass” and “he’s cute, in a baby calf kinda way” and unbeknownst to each other, that’s the start of ‘em.
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