and the category is: things abby would do if you were her gf
no but for real. her being oblivious to anything besides her workout. that’s so accurate. she’s in the zone and once she’s out of it she reads your texts and sees red. and the whole “she’s on the hunt” like no you don’t get it she is!!! it’s canonical that abby can hunt someone down. and for that brief but also the longest two and a half minutes of her life, she’s ready to do anything. but then she finds you and you’re laughing. you’re laughing!!!! you could have died and you’re laughing!!!! :((((( you coo at her and apologize for joking around. the relief in her body sets in but her heart is still pounding. but you’re safe. it was just a joke. she cracks a grin. “c’mere. give me your bag and your hand, i’m not losing you twice in one day,” she pulls you close to her. “how about you pay me back by buying me a smoothie from the bar” she whispers next to your ear before kissing your cheek. you wrap your free hand around her arm and press smiley kisses into her shoulder. “sure, my sweet huntress.”
Gosh, it sure would be a shame if a pretty girl pushed me over onto my bed before climbing on top of me and pushing her lips into mine for a passionate make out session. It'd be a downright tragedy if she ground her crotch into mine and held my hands down so I could do nothing but wimper and grind back into her. It'd be absolutely criminal if this theoretical woman were to suddenly stop and tell me I have to beg for her to go any further and, once I finally cave, she gives me a satisfied smirk as she take off my pants.
Matilda: It’s been a while…
Tristen: Yeah, it feels like forever-.. uh, what brings you here?
Matilda: We’re taking a forced vacation. I’m sure you can figure out who did the forcing.
Tristen: Ah…
Matilda: Yeah.
Tristen: I kinda figured you were mad at me.
Matilda: Little bit.
Tristen: I should’ve said goodbye or written sooner, I guess.
Matilda: Little bit-.. but you were sorting your shit out, right? I get it.
[Tristen smiled contritely, avoiding Matilda’s gaze-.. out of sheer embarrassment or a severe lack of brain functionality, he wasn’t sure]
Tristen: Is that Pixie?
Matilda: Yeah-.. bit bigger now, huh?
Tristen: Aha, little bit.
Matilda: Anyway, you’re clearly working, so…
Tristen: Shit, yeah-.. I’ve got another job to get to after this but uh, you gonna be around tomorrow?
Matilda: Yeah, we pretty much just got here.
Tristen: Okay, uh.. meet me outside the pharmacy at ten? There’s only one in town n’ it’s on like every map-.. I don’t have my phone with me, so…
Matilda: Yeah, sure.
Tristen: Okay-.. uh, yeah.. okay!
Matilda: Bye, Triss.
Tristen: Bye-.. see you tomorrow?
Matilda: Yep.
Tristen: Ten o’clock?
Matilda: Uh-huh.
Tristen: Okay.