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Sticky Note

summary: As some of the FOB soldiers are moved back to SoundView Stadium, you start to find notes around your shared quarters from Abby. It's a new thing from her, but you can't say you hate it. pairing : Abby Anderson x wlf!reader word count: 1.8k content warning: fluff, established relationship, canon setting, mentions of violence and death, emotional vulnerabiluty, mentions of disfunctional family, mild swearing, suggested sex. A/N: I read this while listening to 'Pillar of Truth' by Lucy Dacus.

SoundView Stadium wasn't much when you arrived there back then, more military than functional for thousands of people. You were a kid from a disfunctional family and somehow, the chaos of installation and turning this place into a real thing made it feel like home. At 15, you were already enrolled into the militia, running, brawling, shooting in infected's head like it was nothing and as you grew older, the more you moved places : Serevena, Eastbrook Elementary and now, in FOB, anything to keep you away from your parents.

The barracks there aren't exactly cozy. It's nothing like the Stadium, but you've learned to make them feel like home. Your bed is pushed right next to Abby's, piled high with blankets you've snatched here and there and your backpack. She always teases about how much of a mess your side of the quarters is, but never really complains about it. Your locker is just equally a mess, plastered with half-faded polaroids, doodles and candy wrappers taped in a strange collage. Art, you call it, beautiful junky art. Abby's is pristine, organized like her shit would judge her for not being neat. Old Fireflies habit, you want to believe. You were opposites in every single way, and maybe that's why it's been working for the last two years and even more since Owen and Abs broke up.

Unlike you, the young woman isn't much for talking, not about how she feels inside anyway. You never talked about how you should be a couple, it came naturally and somehow, it worked. When she opens up, it always comes in small, domestic ways : she'll bring your favorite walnut snacks from an old vending machine in some half crumbling building, she'll make sure that you've got enough ammo or that you walk on the inside of the road during patrols. Her love and affection are quiet, dropped there like it's nothing when, it's everything to you. And when you girls are called to move from the front back to SoundView Stadium in exactly two months, little notes starts to pop up from nowhere, maybe because you start to act strange and worked up.

The first one is stuck to the glass that holds your tooth brush. You're half-awake, hair a total chaotic mess and the shirt you were is half hazardly tuck in your underwear when you notice the yellow squared paper on the yellow cup.

『It's raining again, don't forget to wear your jacket. — A』

You blink for a second, squinting a little bit, but you still smile at the attention. When you get back to the room, Manny is already there with his bag, talking with Abby and they both pretend not to notice how you walk back into the room grinning like an idiot. And that? It's just the beginning because the second one shows up the next day already. It's tuck inside your camo thigh holster. You find it when your revolver doesn't want to get in.

『Watch your back today, infected been seen around. Need u in one piece. — A』

When you see her at the gates, Abby is already geared up and giving instructions to some squad. She sees you, she always does and when you wiggle your finger at her, one of her brow lift. You only tap your holster, but that's enough to make her shrug like it's nothing while her ears and neck turn bright red. That night, you make sure to let her know how appreciative you are, kissing and caressing her hair. Abby never asks but you know her enough to know she needs that.

"You're ridiculous," she mumbles, pointing the little Abby's love letters' metal ammo box on your nightstand.

"You started it, dummy," but the words makes you smile even more tenderly as you press a kiss on her hair.

And all this? It becomes a game, but not one of those games you play to win. It's not backgammon or one of those coin games Manny loves. It's just one that makes your chest light and your cheeks warm on a daily basis. The notes are everywhere. It's in your boots, stuck between the shoelaces. It's on your water bottle. One time, it's even folded inside your right glove, the one that you put on first, and god damn it, you like it. It's becoming a freaking routine that makes you closer to your girlfriend, like Abby is truly trying. And just because of that, you leave one note for her too. You stick it to one of her dumbbell like it's its place all along. The paper is pink, round shaped after you cut it like some kid working on an elementary school project.

『Let's sneak out to Serevena soon, I miss the hot tub :( — your hot roommate』

When Abs finds it later that evening after coming back from patrol, you are sprawled on the bed reading one of her book. Medea. You don't look up to her at first, but when she throw her rolled-up socks at you and you both laugh for a second because that's you, that's her, that's how you love each other. And that night, when it's so dark you can't even see each other and Abby's arms are wrapped around you, she whispers slowly that she'd be so down for a hot bath if it's with you.

Somehow, though, you never exactly find the time because the truce has been breeched. It's fucked up, you both hate it, but that's life here, in Seattle. Things get heavy so fucking quickly that you wonder how it did not turn sour earlier. Isaac puts pressure on everyone again, it's tiring and without any surprise your entire squad comes back half dead, half injured after a bad patrol not even a week later.

You're so shaken no one dares to talk to you when you get upstairs. You didn't say much either when you undressed and curled up under the blankets. Abby is tender that evening, she lies down beside you, kisses the nap of your neck and most importantly, she doesn't ask what happened in details. She'll read the report tomorrow, she'll know all the details anyway and tonight? Tonight, you're her girl and the blonde is here to have you until morning comes again and you're alone in bed.

『You did everything right. Don't carry the weight all alone. — A』

The note is sticked on the ammo box, waiting for you there and you read it again and again until you feel like waking up. It's not about feeling better until you get off the shower and dress up, but as you grab your bomber jacket, you find a new note, soft green paper and black sharpy letters that makes you cry for a hot minute or two... or five.

『If I could pull the pain out of you like a splinter, I would. — Abby』

That one you keep not in the little box, but folded and tucked in the inner pocket of your jacket, the closest to your heart. You don't even need to read it to feel its warmth, Abby's warmth seeping and bleeding into you in the best way possible. And when you're out there, patrolling the streets, walking from 2 to 4 and from 4 to 3 before being back to FOB, life seems a bit less dull because you know someone is waiting for you, and that someone can be super sarcastic and a bit awkward sometimes, but she also likes her shits being nicely put together in a way that makes sense and she reads books with a passion you've never seen in anyone. Most importantly, she loves you, and you love her, that's all that matter.

After a long shift out there, your body beaten by the rain, Abby is right there. She greets you with a smile, one of those that asks you not to say shit about her waiting for you outside instead of upstairs. You walk side by side, your hands brushing in that exquisite way until she opens the door of your quarter - of course she always keeps the keys on her - and you drop on the bed with a dramatic groan.

"I'm dead, I'm gone, I'm going to pass out right there," you whine.

Abby doesn't have to look up from her tidying to know exactly how your mouth form one of those pout you used to make to mock her at the begining and that you stole from her.

"You say that everyday, babe."

"And here I am, resurrected by your love and attention."

Despite Abs rolling her eyes, you can swear she's smiling as she get closer and closer and even closer at every second, until she slops down near you with a soft groan. There's a smirk on the blonde's lips and you roll on your stomach, raising your eyebrows.

"What's up with the smile, Anderson."

"There's a surprise for you if you fluff that pillow of yours, for once."

And it's your time to roll your eyes, but you look anyway. You reach out, and you first fluff your cushion like your life depends on it before grabbing the note like it's some nice present under a Christmas tree. Abby's hand rests on your waist as you start to read the longer memo, your thumb caressing the paper slowly.

『Sometimes I don't know how to say the stuff you deserve to hear and I hope you're not mad at me because of that because : you're everything to me no matter how loud and chaotic you get, or how many dumb theories you come up with regarding cute animals. I wouldn't trade you for anything in the world. I love you. — Abby』

That's a new habit, you notice as you trace slowly the letters of her name. Your eyes are burning with tears you try to push away and even if you press the not to your chest, Abby still worries she has done something wrong. Her lips press soft and tender kisses to your skin. That night, she reminds you exactly how much you deserve love and tenderness and affection. It feels good because Abs has this way of worshipping you like you're the sole deity on planet earth, and maybe you are to her. Somehow, you're not dreading SoundView Stadium anymore and coming back there. Abby will be right there, next to you, there's no doubt about it.

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LOUDER 👏🏽FOR 👏🏽THE 👏🏽PEOPLE 👏🏽IN 👏🏽THE 👏🏽BACK

I'll only say this once, but trans hate in my inbox will result in me hunting you down for sport. Quit while you're ahead.

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god, you know it’s an hyperfixation when you get to the tattoo phase, isn’t it? i’m one hour away to get the freaking crossbow 😭🔥

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One thing that really bothers me is when people claim Abby enjoyed killing Joel. It makes me question whether we've all played the same game, or if some of us just struggle to grasp the depth of emotions and subtext involved. It's frustrating to see such a misunderstanding of her character and the complexity of her journey.

Look at Abby in this scene. Just look at her. There is confusion, conflict, and guilt written all over her face.

As she stood there, the weight of her actions pressed down on her like a suffocating weight. Killing Joel, something she had envisioned as the key to her salvation, had not released her from the torment she had hoped to escape. Instead, a million thoughts swirled chaotically in her mind, each one echoing the haunting question "Why do I still feel so hollow?" The nightmares that plagued her nights didn’t stop. It dawned on her that taking Joel's life would not bring her father back. Yet, how could she have known that without confronting him? The nagging thought that she would never find peace unless she sought vengeance had driven her to this moment, leaving her grappling with the haunting realisation that revenge had not fulfilled the promise of peace she so desperately craved.

The need for revenge plagued her mind and the burning desire to avenge her father consumed her every thought, drowning out all reason and leaving no room for anything else but the relentless pursuit of justice.

Losing her dad made her lose herself. Losing him brought her immense pain, a pain that she will carry with her for the rest of her life. It’s a pain that didn’t get better by time, but it’s something she had to learn to live with.

Killing Joel wasn’t something she did for her enjoyment; it was the immense grief and pain of losing her father that created a gnawing need for vengeance. Abby is not the stone cold killer many portray her to be. She’s just a girl who wanted her father back.

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— "𝑃𝑈𝐿𝐿 𝐼𝑇 𝑇𐒆 𝑇𝛨𝛦 𝘚𝐼𝐷𝛦 𝛢𝛮𝐷 𝐺𝛦𝑇 𝛢𝐿𝐿 𝑈𝑃 𝐼𝛮 𝐼𝑇."

𝑃𝛢𝐼𝑅𝐼𝛮𝐺: gymrat!abby x reader

𝘚𝑌𝛮𐒆𝑃𝘚𝐼𝘚: gymrat!abby headcannons.

𝐶𝑊!: smut . oral sex . shower sex . semi-public setting . switch!abby . fingering

˚. ꒰Gymrat!Abby who, the first time you spot her, it’s through the fogged-up mirror—mist curling in the corners, the harsh fluorescent lights buzzing above. She’s locked into the squat rack, her ragged black tank cutting at the sleeves, blonde braid swaying with every move. You’re in the middle of your set, but something in your rhythm slips. You try to recover, act like it’s nothing—but your heart's pounding. She doesn’t see you then. Not yet. But you notice everything about her.

˚. ꒰Gymrat!Abby who pushes through the last rep with a quiet grunt, lost in the grind, like nothing else matters. Who lets the bar fall to the ground with ease, wiping sweat off her jaw with her forearm, the hint of a smirk tugging at her lips. Who stretches between sets, back muscles flexing like they were sculpted from stone.

˚. ꒰Gymrat!Abby who seems out of reach until one day, you catch her watching you—just a fleeting glance, a brow raised, lips curling like she’s trying to keep the smile hidden. You almost trip on the stairmaster. It’s fine. Everything’s fine. The next week, you’re early. She walks in right after you—no headphones, just a soft, almost quiet “Hey” as she passes by your machine, her voice still warm from the workout. Your stomach does the thing.

˚. ꒰Gymrat!Abby who starts picking the machine next to yours more often than not. She leans in during a break, eyes flicking toward your arms. “Tuck your elbow in more—yeah, just like that. You’ll feel it way deeper.” You do. But the real shock is the way her hand brushes yours, just a second too long. She doesn’t apologize. Doesn’t need to. Just backs off like it never happened, leaving you blinking, mind spinning.

˚. ꒰Gymrat!Abby who you catch staring at you now—not through the mirror, but head-on. And when your eyes meet? She doesn’t look away. Doesn’t flinch. Just holds it, like she’s daring you. Like she’s challenging you. It’s subtle. A slow burn, a growing tension. She never asks for your number. Never follows you out the door. 

˚. ꒰Gymrat!Abby where one night, the gym’s nearly empty, and you’re both stretching in the back corner. The lighting’s softer here. The silence, heavy. “You here every Monday?��� she asks, leaning back on her palms, sweat still clinging to her collarbones, eyes never leaving you. You nod, not to sound eager.“Pretty much.” She gives you that crooked smile—half shy, half smug. “Cool.”

˚. ꒰Gymrat!Abby who has you questioning your own self-control as she disappears into the locker room. You wait for a moment, the sound of the gym buzzing around you, and then—without thinking—you grab your things, heading in the same direction. The door closes behind you with a soft click, and the silence that fills the space is thick. She’s there, leaning against the wall, her eyes locking with yours as if she knew you’d come. 

˚. ꒰Gymrat!Abby who, when you don’t say anything immediately, walks up and presses herself against you—just enough to make you feel the heat of her body, the firmness of her muscles, the soft pulse of her heartbeat. She tilts her head slightly, her breath warm against your skin, her lips barely brushing the edge of your jaw. “You’re not shy, are you?” she teases, voice low, the hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. 

˚. ꒰Gymrat!Abby who doesn’t wait for a response. Doesn’t need one. Her hands slide down to your hips like they’ve always belonged there, tugging you in until your chest meets hers. Her eyes burn into yours—sharp, locked-on, daring you to pull away. But you don’t. Can’t. And when she kisses you, it’s not soft. It’s not sweet. It’s demanding—like she’s taking what she’s already claimed.

˚. ꒰Gymrat!Abby who kisses with desperation, tongue teasing the seam of your lips until you cave with a breathy moan, your body melting into hers. Her hands are everywhere—gripping, roaming, mapping you out like you’re something she’s studied for weeks. She breaks the kiss just to drag her mouth along your jaw, her teeth catching your neck, and when she hears that sharp gasp? She smiles against your skin like she planned it.

˚. ꒰Gymrat!Abby who fists the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head without pause, her gaze sweeping across your bare skin with something close to reverence. “Fuking look at you,” she mutters, voice low, like a growl born deep in her chest. Her palms find your chest, warm and rough, thumbs circling your nipples until they tighten under her touch.

˚. ꒰Gymrat!Abby who dips her head, mouth closing around one nipple, tongue swirling, sucking just enough to make your knees weak. You gasp, hands tangling in her braid, holding her close, steadying yourself. But she doesn’t stop. Doesn’t even pause. Her mouth and hands just continue to move in sync, worshipping you piece by piece. She eventually  pulls back, breath uneven, eyes locked onto yours, her gaze hungry, as she tugs her shirt over her head—broad shoulders, carved arms, muscles flexing with every move. She presses against you again, skin to skin, her body full of heat, and this time, her kiss is even slower. Hungrier.

˚. ꒰Gymrat!Abby whose fingers work fast, unbuttoning your pants with a confidence that makes your breath catch. She pushes them down, and you step out without thinking, now standing in nothing but your underwear—her gaze darkening, chest rising with every breath. She hooks two fingers along the waistband, yanks you close. You can feel her now. The tension. The want. She groans, low and guttural, like she’s barely holding back.

˚. ꒰Gymrat!Abby who lifts you like it’s nothing, carrying you across the locker room, laying you down on the first flat surface she can find. She kneels between your legs, hands running up your thighs, firm and possessive. “You alright?” she rasps, voice softer now. You nod, dazed. “ngh yeah… fuck, ah!”

˚. ꒰Gymrat!Abby who hooks her fingers into your underwear and pulls them down slow, like she wants to savor it—wants you to feel every second. She tosses them aside like she doesn’t plan on letting you wear them again. Her hands push your thighs open, her tongue dragging up the inside of one, hot and slow. You shudder. “Look at me,” she says. And you do—just in time to see her smirk before she finally dives in.

˚. ꒰Gymrat!Abby who eats like she lifts—focused, intense, relentless. Her tongue finds your clit, circles, sucks, licks like it’s the only thing that matters. You cry out, hips twitching, but her arm wraps around your thigh, keeping you steady. Then her fingers join the rhythm—slipping inside, curling just right—and your world starts to blur.

˚. ꒰Gymrat!Abby who lifts her head just enough, her mouth glistening. “That’s it, baby… fuck, you take it so well. It’s okay—cum for me.” she growls, and it isn’t a request. It’s a command. You cum, your body convulsing as you scream her name, your whole body arching off the bench, legs trembling, your pussy aching with intensity. The sound of your cries becomes louder, mingling with the wet sounds of Abby’s tongue still flicking along your oversensitive bud.

˚. ꒰Gymrat!Abby who slows her pace, watching you with something close to awe as she crawls up your body, mouth brushing yours in a soft, lingering kiss. She presses her forehead against yours, the heat between your bodies making it hard to think—until the front door creaks open. Someone is coming in.

˚. ꒰Gymrat!Abby whose eyes widen, hands tightening on your waist as you both freeze, breath caught in your throats. You whisper, “Shower. Now.” And before she can argue, you're dragging her toward the showers—her half-buttoned jeans hanging off her hips, shirt and sports bra left behind. She follows without protest, chest rising and falling like she just finished her last set at the gym, stumbling into the steam-filled stall. The water turns hot too fast, clouding the glass, and you pin her against the tile—hair soaked, droplets sliding down broad shoulders and carved abs.

˚. ꒰Gymrat!Abby who opens her mouth to speak, but you’re already on your knees, licking a slow path up the inside of her thigh. One arm wraps around her hips to hold her steady. “We gotta be quiet,” you murmur, breath ghosting over her. “You think you can do that?” She only nods, bottom lip caught between her teeth—but the second your tongue flicks over her clit, her hips jerk, a soft gasp slipping out. You glance up just in time to see her head thud back against the tile, eyes screwed shut. “Shit…ngh..”

˚. ꒰Gymrat!Abby who really tries to stay still—she does—but you’re ruthless. Your tongue moves in tight circles, then dips lower, back up to suck her clit, fingers spreading her open just to see how wet she is, how messy it’s getting. The obscene sound of it is half-muffled by the stream of water pounding the tile behind you. She bucks hard into your mouth, thighs trembling as she grinds down, chasing the rhythm. Her hips stutter every time your tongue slips inside, one hand clawing at the wall for balance, muscles flexing, abs tensing with every stroke. “f–fuck—” she groans. 

˚. ꒰Gymrat!Abby whose nipples are hard from the heat, water dripping down every curve of her body as she throws her head back, moaning through clenched teeth. She’s trying so hard to stay quiet, but her body betrays her—hips rolling, thighs squeezing around your head, grinding down on your mouth like she needs to come or she’s going to lose her mind. Your hand snakes up her stomach, fingers grazing her chest, rolling a nipple between your fingers just to watch her shiver. And the sounds—god, the sounds—slick and loud, barely covered by the hiss of the shower. ˚. ꒰Gymrat!Abby who finally breaks, a gasp caught in her throat, body locking up as she comes, mouth parted in a silent cry, fingers digging into the fogged-up glass. You don’t stop. Not until her thighs shake and her hips pull back on instinct, overstimulated, breathless.

˚. ꒰Gymrat!Abby who slides down the wall, collapsing onto the tile with you, water still pouring over both of you. She looks at you with wide, dazed eyes, lips parted, cheeks flushed.

And just like that, she needs to train harder— to earn the way you screamed her name.

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all of us having the same struggle is crazy. we should start a therapy circle, but it's only about abby😔

I feel like I annoy everyone with my Abby obsession

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maybe Abby giving Lev a noogie or something like that, if you’re up for it? 🥹

I’m a bit embarrassed i had to google what a noogie was….

Here you go friend, hope you enjoy

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roommate abby anderson

roommate!abby who always leaves some fresh coffee for you before she leaves for work, the smell of it being your first in the day for as long as you’ve lived together. also leaves some pancakes if she has time to make them!!

roommate!abby who loves to come home after a long day of work just to see you cuddled up on your couch with a movie playing on the tv. her own smile blooms when you immediately give her your brightest one and make grabby hands for her to come sit next to you.

roommate!abby who always insists on picking you up whenever you go to a party, knowing it’s not safe for you to either drive or get dropped off by one of your drunk friends. also helps you get some fresh clothes and taking off your makeup so you don’t feel shitty the next morning :) leaves some meds and water on your bedside table.

roommate!abby who loves to see your shoes next to eachother by the door, it makes her wonder if she’d feel even warmer if you were actually together. can’t help but fantasize that you are just a happy couple living together :<

roommate!abby who adores doing domestic chores with you like making dinner together and then making you sit on the couch while she does the dishes. loves to just clean around the house with your music playing on the speaker as you hum to whatever song is playing.

roommate!abby who likes to sit with you on the couch having a nice talk after a long week. a soda or wine cup in hand while some nice music playing from the speakers as you tell her about the latest gossip going on at your workplace.

roommate!abby who has a favorite activity and it’s going grocery shopping with you!! you both obviously have different carts but she always buys little snacks and treats just because you like them ;)

roommate!abby who gets so soft when you show up to her room in the middle of the night, grumpy and tired but getting hit with the worst insomnia :( immediately shushes you when you apologize for bothering her, pulling you to lay beside her and putting a movie on her laptop so it helps you sleep. refuses to fall asleep until she’s sure you also are!!

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born to marry him, forced to read fanfics about him

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gym!Abby cause I’ve been obsessed with @foreverabby’s writing (oh well, who’s surprised at this stage)

— Let me tell ya, this miss ma’am? She’s not joking on tracking her progress and the folders are neatly arranged by dates AND exercises. She can’t do the dishes for the life of hers but being an organized gym freak? Everyday.

— Also, very keen on keeping the girls updated on her protein bars testing. Nora is screaming in the group chat that she doesn’t give a fuck and if Abby drinks enough water because a bestie gotta stay hydrated. Mel replies mostly with : “Cool Abs. How’s the shoulder’s pain on a scale of 1 to 10? :)”. And that’s when Abby starts to ghost the convo until next time.

— Loves matching sets. Has bonked Manny on the head twice for not separating her white, black and colored clothes in the washing machine.

— phone decoration: “abby & nora” polaroid, “protect the dolls” transgender flag sticker; rainbow sticker; free palestine watermelon sticker.

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this is..... WOW in a way that makes me cry

What started off as exploring a possible Abby, Lev & Yara themed tattoo turned into a pride thing

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I swear, I'm going to cry this is gorgeous

I’m no good, I’m rotten to the core

I love my baby and all her inner demons. I’ll fist fight them for her 🥰 also less bloody version ⬇️

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hottest skin 🥵

look i just love this skin ok

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omgg this is beautiful ✨

Sideways Abby draft :3

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my fav surrogate!mom and son duo 🫶🏽

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thank you sm @justanotherabbystan 🧡

Favorite Color : Mustard yellow and deep green

Currently Reading : A french feminist book called “Vous ne baiserez plus” (You won’t fuck anymore)

Last Song : You Make Me Sick — Ashnikko

Last Film : Destination Finale Bloodlines

Last Series : The White Lotus S3

Coffe or Tea : Both but mostly cold brew with soy milk

Working on : fluffy!Abby x reader fanfiction called “Sticky Notes” and some Abby and Lev sketch

Tags (and of course, no pressure + sorry if you were already tagged 😭) : @limerlove @winestainedwhiskers @pink7princess @absdollievu 🧡

Nine People I Wish I Knew Better

AAA TY @rose-margaritas for the tagggg

Favorite color: pink, all day every day

Currently reading: I just finished Sunrise of the Reaping (after binding the Hunger Games series for the very first time right before), so I think my next book is going to be This is How You Lose the Time War

Last song: Tough Luck by Laufey (it has been on repeat ALLLLL DAYYYYY)

Last film: genuinely cannot remember, I am not a film person

Last series: Etoile (working on my third rewatch, this time with my theatre friends)

Sweet/savory/salty: Salty, generally

Tea or coffee: Redbull or tea, or just straight up eating espresso beans

Working on: Does finishing my degree count? That, learning to play 2 new instruments, and I’m 100 words into a fic (for the first time in years) that I cannot promise I will finish

Tagging (no pressure): @twisted-tales-told @robyngoesrogue @cinnamon-notes @aslongasitistold @giyuulatte @justcallmeemily @annafromao3 @my-name-is-jimmy (because I miss you pookie) @skuzzinfish

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this 😮‍💨⬆️

Everyone talks about Abby's cute ass double chin. Do you wanna know why she has it?

Bulk phase, baby.

Let's get a little nerdy, yeah? Grab your weighted blanket and something fun to drink. I'm about to bless you with some genuine gym rat goodies.

Abby increasing her caloric intake to support muscle fiber growth? Mmm. Yummy hypertrophy.

Before Jackson, she needs to build as much dense, functional muscle as possible. She has an impenetrable goal but she also needs to survive the journey. Can you imagine that? Just her and her squad, traveling hundreds of miles, possibly on foot, in a literal post apocalyptic wasteland. Your girl plans every meal with utilitarian, militant precision the months leading up to it.

She is no doubt snacking on cubes of cheese, boiled eggs, shredded chicken, beans. Spoonfuls of peanut butter if they have it available. She takes that extra scoop of mashed potatoes at supper and you will catch her knocking back honey before a strenuous workout. Maybe popping a piece of the comb into her mouth with sticky fingertips to give her a serious boost.

Before an arduous trek, having that extra energy reserve is everything. It can be the difference between life and death. Limited access to food and sleep on the road means her body fat becomes fuel. Kinda badass when you stop to think about it.

She may end up in something of a cut phase without completely losing steam but she likely won't be completely fatigued when she needs to perform. If she entered a cut phase (strategic reduction of caloric intake) before Jackson, she'd be wiped by the time they got there.

There's something gritty and powerful about stripping yourself down to nothing more than blood, bone and muscle after working so hard to build it, but for her, being lean wouldn't be the ultimate goal. At least not at this stage of revenge.

She wants to be relentlessly strong. To get there, she needs sustenance. Protein.

It's not just about protecting her muscle mass. Her beautiful, beautiful muscle mass. It's not just about that extra soft layer being armor against the cold, lonely nights.

Bulk means lifting heavy. Real heavy. The whole gym goes ghost quiet when she unracks the bar kinda heavy.

We're talking pull ups with chains around her body. Squats that have her whimpering and shouting through the final rep before hitting failure.

She doesn't have to feel small anymore. She grows her body into something that takes up space and gives her back some semblance of control. It helps her gain ranks in the WLF, defend her loved ones and community, and let's be real, she looks hot as hell doing it.

It helps that some extra bulk can also play a decent role in immune function and recovery. Infection prevention and what have you. Pretty awesome given their circumstances.

So, the next time you swoon over her adorable chin, remember it means she can haul you over her broad, freckled shoulders without missing a damn beat.

God, I love muscle mommies.

I swear you make Abby a snack and she wiggles adorably about it before wolfing it back like she's a starved beast.