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wlw | 18 | femme PNW 🌲

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hello and welcome

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˚✿˖° noonbug she/her femme lesbian 18

hello and welcome to my blog! im going to use this to repost things I like, and maybe sometimes I’ll write a fic. apologies to anyone who reads my stuff, I know it is not finished!

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Rein Me In Cover (Olivia Dean's Part)

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I want to talk to a butch and we slowly fall in love with each other and finally live my butchfemme fantasy

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me proofreading my slow-burn wlw fanfiction knowing i’m terrified of talking to women irl

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where are yall getting your butch from 😭

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taking applications currently

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Just finishes reading harvest moon, it’s so freaking beautiful

I NEED FARM ABBY

AAAA i'm so glad you like it.

I also need farm Abby...

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Me when every masc I meet irl is nonchalant.

ARE ANY OF YOU CHALANT??!

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PNW!?!?!??!?!

YES! I live a couple hours away from Forks. The BEST place to live idc what anyone says.

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need butches in my dms actually

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me too girl

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living for your harvest moon series. ITS SO GOOD💗

TYYYY I love y'all 💕 If you guys have any ideas... I'm all ears... I have the main plot for the series already written, but if you would like to contribute some of your own thoughts I'd love to incorporate some!

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How I feel waiting for my wlw romance

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Harvest Moon Ch. 5

Farmhand Abby Anderson x Femme Reader

See ch.1, ch.2, ch.3, ch.4 Inspired by:

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Description: Fluff, angst, friends to lovers, time skip. Abby Anderson farmhand AU. Modern AU.

Plot: You and Abby had been best friends since childhood. You basically grew up together in a small town in eastern Washington. However, a vicious fight separates the two of you. Only the most unpredictable circumstance can bring you back together. This is the fifth installation.

Author’s Note: I'm so happy to be back guys. I love the people of tumblr, thank you for the support!

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Dirt was caked on to your jeans and boots. Your legs grew heavier with each step. You had been working on the farm all day. You woke up before the rooster even crowed, made some toast and fried eggs for breakfast, and scarfed them down whole like a mad man. You had taken care of feeding the animals, watering the crops, and cleaning each pen before lunch. All while stomping, huffing, and furrowing your brow. Abby had shown up a couple hours after you. She gave you a look every time you would huff by her. The look was half confusion, half annoyance. Of course, she had no idea why you were doing any of this. But she didn't ask, didn't speak to you. You both were playing a game. "Who can ignore each other for the longest." As if winning the game would prove who cared the least. As it rolled later into the evening, you were still determined to do more than Abby. There you were, digging up a rotted patch of radishes in one of the fields. You hacked away at the roots, preventing the rot from spreading to the others. You were struggling. Abby watched as you groaned in frustration. She shook her head as she leaned against the fence. You always had a way of utterly befuddling her. To Abby, people were predictable. Especially in a small town where nothing ever changed. But you. You changed. Even with a map to your thoughts, Abby would still get lost. That's what it felt like in this moment anyway. Her face twitches slightly as she looks at you, realizing how much time had passed. How much life you had lived without her. High school seemed like a lifetime ago. She felt a slight ache in her heart as she began to think about what things used to be like. Just you and her, leaving prom early to get burgers. She quickly tried to think of something else, anything else. A soft droplet of rain lands on top of her head. Abby reaches up to feel it before looking up. Her eyes widen as she sees clouds rolling in. Dark, angry clouds. "There's a storm heading this way!" She shouts to you across the field. You look over with your eyebrow quirked. What did she just say to me? You thought to yourself. You couldn't hear her, you only saw her in the distance, waving her hands. "Leave me alone Abby!" You shout. Rolling your eyes as you keep hacking, completely oblivious to the dangerous weather above your head. "No! You dumbass! There's a storm!" Abby yells again. She couldn't believe your stubbornness would be the thing that got you killed. She considered leaving you to find out for yourself, before thunder roared in the distance and lightening cracked not too far away. She sighs. "What? What is so important?" You ask as Abby jogs up to you. She takes the shovel from your hands. "Hey! What was the for-" You start, but she interrupts you. "There's a storm. Been tryin' to tell you, but you must be deaf or something!" She says, exasperated. You look up at the clouds, then back at her. You scoff. "What? Afraid of a little rain, Abigail?" You say with a smirk. "A real farmer can work under any conditions." You say while taking the shovel back. Abby couldn't believe how incredibly stupid you were being. Before she could open her mouth to tell you to screw yourself, thunder boomed louder than the last time, and lightening followed dangerously close. You hear a bleat of fear from the sheep pen. The young sheep escapes his pen and bolts across the field. You gasp, trying to catch him, opening your arms wide. He rams into you, knocking you onto your back before jumping over you and running into the storage shed for shelter. You scream in anger as you quickly get up. "These sheep are trying to kill me!"

Abby groans in annoyance before grabbing you by the arm and yanking you towards the storage shed.

"You left the damn gate open! No wonder he got out! C'mon, we have to find him." She says as the two of you run across the field. The storage shed was quite big, it was filled with tools and feed, along with some random storage. Lord knows Dan wasn't one for organization. Abby looks around, peering under boxes and sacks of feed. "There you are!" She says finally, pulling the young sheep out of his hiding spot and holding him in her arms. He doesn't bleat or kick with Abby. Instead, he peacefully curls up in her arms, as if he's about to take a nap. "You have got to be kidding me." You grumble. You turn to open the door to the shed before hearing a loud crash right outside. You shoot Abby a worried look as you rush to the door and try to push it open. It's no use. The shed is stuck closed. Abby tries to open it as well, leaning her entire body weight against the door as she tries to get it unstuck. "Sounds like a tree fell and its blocking the door." Abby sighs. "Can you call Dan?" She asks. You pull out your phone from your back pocket, only to find that there is no connection. Abby pinches the bridge of her nose. "Right... the storm." She grumbles. No, no, no. This can not be happening. Here you were, spending all day doing your best to ignore Abby. Now it seems like some twisted turn of fate has trapped the two of you together. You watch as Abby flops down onto a sack of feed, putting her hat over her eyes with the young sheep still cuddled between her arms. You place a hand on your hip and glare. "What do you think your'e doing?" You ask, your voice tinged with fright. You could not stay in this shed with her. "Taking a nap." Abby says, her chest rising and falling slower now. You swear, she slept like a rock. Didn't matter where she was. "Abby!" You bark. "You aren't going to do something about this?!" "We're stuck, no way out. And there's a storm outside. We should be grateful we at least got some shelter. Service will come back some time tomorrow morning and we can call Dan. Either that, or he'll notice there's no microwave meal on the table for him and he'll come looking for us." She says, her cowgirl hat still draped over her eyes. Tomorrow morning!? There was no way you could spend the whole night with her. Your cheeks burned in frustration. "I don't microwave his meals! For your information, I can cook!" You say, offended. "So that's it? That's your plan?" You ask, astonished that she could be so calm in a situation like this. "You got a better idea?" She asks. Your mouth hangs open, like there should be something that comes to your mind, but nothing does. You groan and plop down on one of the sacks of feed, already uncomfortable.

The young sheep becomes restless from the fighting and starts to bleat. Abby shushes it and calms it down. She notices you glancing at her.

"You know, I wouldn't expect anything less from you." Abby says in a low voice. You shoot her a glare. "What's that supposed to mean?" You ask. "Your'e always in a rush. Never can just stay put. You always want to leave." Her voice is less angry, and a little more raw now. Your throat felt like it was wrapped in barbed wire. What were you supposed to say to that? "Some people don't like being stuck, Abby." You finally manage to say, your words laced with attitude, but soft and vulnerable at the core. A moment of awkward silence passes as you both realize this was about more than being stuck in the shed. The two of you sat there with words just burning on the tips of your tongues, neither one of you brave enough to speak and ignite the flame. You crack your knuckles as you sit in the tension. You almost jolt when you hear Abby's voice respond, but not confident and strong like before. It wavered and cracked a bit. You almost felt like you were listening to 17 year old Abby again, meek and awkward, but sweet nonetheless. "You really felt stuck?" She asked. Your heart skips a beat. Both of you refused to meet each other's gaze. "Yeah. Yeah, I did." You admit. "Don't you? I mean, c'mon Abby. You could have been so much more than a farmer... don't you ever feel stuck too?" Abby doesn't move. "Sometimes," She says, her gruff voice returning. "But I didn't mind being stuck here with you." She says. Her voice soft, but tinged with a deep sense of hurt. Just like that, as soon as her walls had come down, they were back up again. She rolled over, her back now facing towards you as she tried to fall asleep.

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All these stories about people finding their gf on Tumblr and all I have to say is WHEN IS IT MY TURN?????

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if youre masc/butch and you live anywhere near the pnw… hi :)

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Harvest Moon Ch. 4

Farmhand Abby Anderson x Femme Reader

See ch.1, ch.2, ch.3

Inspired by:

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Description: Fluff, angst, friends to lovers, time skip. Abby Anderson farmhand AU. Modern AU.

Plot: You and Abby had been best friends since childhood. You basically grew up together in a small town in eastern Washington. However, a vicious fight separates the two of you. Only the most unpredictable circumstance can bring you back together. This is the fourth installation.

Author’s Note: Sorry about the wait guys! I got really busy with college applications and just life in general. I cant promise how consistent I will be but Im going to try to finish this! I hope you enjoy this one, and thank you for all of your support :)

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“Well I didn’t realize it would get your britches in this much of a twist!” Dan says as he throws his hands up in the air.

“You could’ve at least told me! I had no idea I was gonna run into her, and now shes just working here? On the farm? When did that happen?” You say with a hand on your hip.

“Shes been working at the farm here and there for years… I only officially hired her a couple days ago to do everything because I cant anymore. Doc’s orders.” He said gruffly. “Why are you so angry about this? You and Abby were joined at the hip for 18 years.”

Your heart clenches but you ignore it. Instead, you give Dan a look.

“It’s not like that anymore. I told you.” You say.

“Well that’s a damn shame.” He responds. Your cheeks burn and you can’t bear to let Dan see you get more worked up than you already are. You turn away from him to tend to dinner on the stove.

“C’mon are you that mad at me?” Dan asks from his seat at the dining room table.

“No… Im not mad.” You sigh, a little softer in your reply. “You couldn’t have found anybody else?” You ask, facing him again.

“I watched her grow up. She’s responsible. I wont trust just anyone with this place, you know that.” He says. You think for a moment.

“Well what about me huh? I’m here now. I can pick up where you left off.” You say waving your wooden spoon in the air as you talk.

Dan scratches the back of his neck. “Well… you’re not really the heavy liftin’ type my dear.” He says sheepishly. You shoot him a glare.

“You could let me try!” You protest. You knew deep inside he was right. There was no way you could do all that work by yourself. But you were stubborn. Way too stubborn to just let this go.

Dan surrenders. “Go ahead and try then. I’m not stopping you, but im not firing Abby.”

“You mean not yet.” You say with a smirk. “Don’t worry I’ll whip this farm into shape. Way better than Abby ever could.” You say as you set his plate of dinner in front of him. “Then, we won’t need her anymore and we can send her packing.” You kiss his cheek and walk away to get ready for bed. Dan shakes his head and sighs.

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The next morning you were excited. You were going to show Dan you could take care of everything all by yourself. The last thing you wanted was to have to see Abby everyday. You couldn’t wait to get rid of her smug face, and her dumb hat, and her stupid boots, and her long hair, and her eyes…

You shake your head as if your brain was an etch-a-sketch and shaking it would erase the images inside. It didn’t.

You tie your hair back and put on one of Dan’s baseball caps to keep your head from burning. Today looked like a rare sunny day in Washington. You find your old work-boots in the back of your closet. They still fit like a glove.

The sun beats down on your cheeks as you set out onto the farm. You walk into the barn with confidence. You had woken up early so you could feed the animals. You were ecstatic to see the look on Abby’s face once she saw the animals happy and fed, roaming about the farm before she even got there.

You pick up two bags of feed from the storage shed and lug them into the sheep’s pen. You throw them down in exhaustion as you look over the sheep. There were more than you remembered, but that was years ago. One in particular looks very young. He stares at you blankly, chewing a piece of grass in his mouth. You feel his judgmental eyes burning into you as you struggle to carry the bags of feed (that were probably twice your body weight) to the trough.

Before you can empty the feed into the trough, you gasp as you hear it rip open from the back. It spills all over the floor around you. You go silent, eyes wide as you look around the pen. The sheep stood for a moment, blankly staring at you. Maybe they hadn’t noticed? You thought to yourself for a moment.

They had.

They definitely had.

Sheep bolt towards you in a frightening cloud of fluff, knocking you onto your back to get to the feed. You yelp, feeling the air leave your lungs as you hit the ground. The sheep munch happily on their food, the youngest one bleats at you. Almost like a taunt. You groan.

Amidst the sounds of chaos, you hear laughter.

Laughter too young to be Dan’s, but too familiar to be a stranger. You sit up, your cheeks burning red the instant you see her.

Abby’s gravelly laugh echoes throughout the pen. She has her arms crossed against her chest, and her face has become slightly pink from her laughter. She shakes her head as her chuckles die down.

“If I hadn’t known you since preschool I’d think you had never stepped foot on a farm a day in your life! Much less raised on one!” She chuckles.

You huff as you stand up. “And why are you here so early?” You ask, a sharpness to your words as you place a hand on your hip. You try to ignore your embarrassment, and the mud all over your jeans.

“I’ve been here since dawn. Livestock has been fed already. But knock yourself out.” Abby says, still chuckling to herself as she walks away. Heat envelopes your face and the tips of your ears turn red. Your fist clenches and you kick up some hay in frustration.

The young sheep looks up at you. He bleats at you one more time, as if to add salt to the wound. Then he goes back to enjoying his delicious meal that is sprawled out across the pen floor. A mess that you would have to clean up now.

You were still determined, and when you went back to the house later that night, you set your alarms for before dawn. You were going to get Abby off the farm, even if it was the last thing you do.

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If you are still reading these you are a real one and I appreciate you. Apologies for the wait again! Thank you so much for reading :)

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that super hot femme with weird interests can change your life btw

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yes she can. im the femme btw.

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i was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him

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its finally this time of year again and I am SO grateful to be only a couple hours away from forks 🙏

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Mood Board for Harvest Moon Ch.3 (Farmhand Abby Anderson x Femme Reader)

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