𖦹 note : hiiiii :) i’ve been putting a lot of effort into my sweetheart series, so here’s a quick hc fic while i finish writing that ! this was heavilyyyy inspired by my trip to the beach the other day :3 i go to school in florida and just recently took a trip down to the beach and i immediately was like. oh i sooo need to write an abby fic about this. so here we are!!!
𖦹 warnings : a teensy tiny bit of smut at the end, mostly just fluff, not proofread, no other warnings that i can think of though !
𓇼 beach day!abby who completely lathers up in sunscreen before leaving for the beach. i mean, her face is CAKED with it, leaving a little white blotch over her nose.
𓇼 beach day!abby who, despite this, still ends up turning pink around her shoulders and chest. you sit on her lap to reapply sunscreen to these areas, carefully massaging the sunscreen onto her collarbones as she pouts.
𓇼 beach day!abby wearing the hottest beach outfit you could imagine. she’s got dark blue swim trunks on as well as a bikini top that shows off her tanned skin and perfect abs.
𓇼 beach day! abby who continuously makes sure you eat while you’re out!!! after all, you’re spending so much time in the sun and swimming in the water, so she doesn’t want you to forget to eat. she even packed a little picnic lunch with sandwiches and drinks for you.
𓇼 beach day!abby who makes you giggle to yourself as she buries you in sand, slapping handfuls of the damp stuff over your legs to form the outline of a mermaid tail. “y’look like a real mermaid now,” she grins, and you can’t stop smiling because her face just looks like :3
𓇼 beach day!abby who loves playing with all the kids on the beach. if she sees a little kid struggling to build a sand castle or carry their handfuls of shells around, she’s quick to help out, plopping down in the sand and getting to work on that castle. she’s so good with kids, and it makes you love her even more as you watch her make their faces light up.
𓇼 beach day!abby who inspects all the shells you collect on the shore. she turns each one over carefully, marveling at your ability to always find the best ones.
𓇼 beach day!abby who pulls you into her lap to watch the sun setting over the ocean. watching the pink and purple sky, you sit in between her legs, back resting against her strong body as her hands fumble with yours and her lips teasingly kiss the exposed skin of your neck.
𓇼 beach day!abby who fucks you as soon as you get back home because she just couldn’t wait, tasting a slight tinge of sea salt as she kisses up and down your sun kissed body.
synopsis: one date with abby for each letter of the alphabet, filled with pure fluff and drabbles about each one.
a/n: this has been so much fun to write omg, but it’s taken a lotttt longer than i’d expected, so i’m posting part one now while i continue to write part two. this part contains letters A-L !!! i hope everyone likes it :-)
A = arcade
abby isn’t much of a video game / arcade game person, but once she gets into it, she gets into it. she can’t even decide which machine to go to first; she wants to try everything. you can’t help but giggle as you watch her excitedly bounce from game to game, winning a surprisingly large amount of tickets. some friendly competition arises between the two of you, as she -of course- wants to win, but she’d never let that cause her to act mean to you in any way. after testing out each game, she decides that her favorite is the boxing one, the one where you simply punch the machine to see who can hit it the hardest. she plays this one over and over again, loving to impress you with her strength. after combining all of you tickets, she lets you pick out whichever shitty arcade prizes you want, her face lighting up as she watches you pick out different types of candy and plushies.
B = beach
abby simply doesn’t understand why you’re packing so much in your bag for just a simple day trip to the beach, but she doesn’t complain. arriving at the sandy beach, you can’t help but stare at your beautiful girlfriend, dressed in a tight white tank top and swimming trunks. her hair is tied up loosely in her signature braid, blowing carelessly in the wind. your day on the beach begins! abby ends up being glad that you overpacked, and she happily uses up the sunscreen you brought. even still, the sun tints her cheeks a soft pink color, making her freckles stand out even more. you kiss each one of them before carefully rubbing another blob of sunscreen onto her face. abby prefers to stay in the sand under the umbrella instead of going into the water, but she gladly inspects all the seashells you show her, marveling over your eye for finding the best ones. you stay at the beach all day, soaking up the warmth and the salt air. at the end of the day, you sit together on the blanket, sandy legs intertwined as you watch the sun set over the ocean.
C = camping
abby is a WHORE for camping. she eats up every minute of it, loving the outdoor time and a chance to show off her strength while also spending quality time with the love of her life. she makes sure to do everything for you; carrying all the equipment, setting up the tent, starting the fire… absolutely everything. even with your rebuttal, it’s always, “relax, baby. i’ve got this.” she’s quick to comfort you if you express any fears of being in the middle of the woods at night or getting eaten alive by a bear, and she holds you close to her as the sun goes down. the two of you sit on the ground by the fire and make s’mores, and abby keeps giggling about how sticky her hands are getting from the marshmallows. once the nighttime air becomes cooler, she wraps her jacket around you, making sure you never become cold. you stay up all night with her by the fire, listening to her corny jokes, having deep conversations about the world, and stuffing yourselves full with s’mores. when you finally decide to go to sleep, she pulls you into her sleeping bag, insisting that it’s simply “to keep warm.” she holds you tight as you drift off to sleep, wrapped in her strong arms and lulled to sleep by the gentle beating of her heart and the crickets chirping outside the tent.
D = dinner and dessert
after a loooong day of working, abby wants to treat you to a nice little surprise. she watches as you get all dolled up, literal heart eyes as you apply makeup and style your hair. once you’re both ready, she takes you to a fancy dinner at your favorite restaurant. “pick out whatever you want,” she tells you. you glance at the menu, not wanting to spend her money. “are you sure?” “you deserve it. you spoil me so much, let me do the same now.” she insists. you order your favorite food, and you enjoy your meal together in the romantic candlelight. it takes you forever to finish your meal since the two of you can’t stop talking, discussing things going on in your lives. after dinner, she takes you out for dessert, bringing you to an adorable cafe with so many options to choose from. abby orders a coffee and a slice of cake, and you get your favorite sweet treat. she gushes over how beautiful you look and won’t stop staring at you to eat her dessert. finally, you both finish, and abby insists on order another slice of cake togo so she can eat it later.
E = escape room
abby is so. good. at escape rooms. she’s incredibly smart and always solves them so quickly, but she pretends to be confused just so she can have more time with you on the date. “yeah, i really have no idea what to do here,” she’ll say, meanwhile she’s already two steps ahead of you. still, she loves watching you figure it out, the way your brow furrows as you think and the way you talk out your thoughts as they come to you. of course, there’s been a few instances where the two of you have gotten in trouble at an escape room for making out when you were supposed to be solving the puzzle, which you both laugh about any time you go back to one.
F = fair
abby is pretty nervous about a fair date. there’s huge crowds, long lines, and you can’t forget about her fear of heights. she absolutely refuses to go on any rides that leave the ground, but she’s more than happy to play rigged carnival games with you and try all the different types of fair food. you beg her to ride the ferris wheel with you so you can kiss her at the top of it, but she won’t give in. her compromise is to give you as many kisses as you want - as long as her feet don’t leave the ground. of course, you take her up on this, smothering her with kisses any chance you can get. she blushes as this draws the eye of a few people, but neither of you really care. abby is somehow a master at the fair games, especially the darts or shooting ones. she has no use for any of the prizes, so she gives them all to you. by the end of the day, your stomachs are full from excessive amounts of fried food, and abby’s hands are full of huge plushies that she won for you. “that wasn’t horrible, hmm?” you tease her. “absolutely terrible,” she replies sarcastically, earning a kiss on her nose before you leave the fair.
G = gym
it’s no secret that abby loves the gym. she’s so happy that you finally agreed to go with her, and she gets you the cutest athletic set to wear. you have no idea what half the machines in the gym are, but abby quickly gets you accustomed to everything. you end up having a pretty good time, racing abby for who can run the fastest mile (she wins. obviously) and who can lift the heaviest weights (again, she wins) the exercise is done in a fun way, and abby is soooo supportive. “hell yeah!” she’ll exclaim after you complete and exercise, and she makes sure to reward you with tons of kisses and praise. she’s become your own personal cheerleader, and you return the favor as she works out. you can’t help but stare at her muscles as she flexes them, earning playful smirks from your girl while she continues to show off her skills.
H = horror movies
abby looooves watching horror movies with you. not so much for the actual movie aspect, but mainly just because she loves to hold you during the really scary parts and run her hands through your hair as you bury your face into her chest. before the movie, she insists on preparing a plethora of snacks, because “that’s just part of the movie watching experience.” you finally get everything ready and you curl up in bed with abby, flicking off the lights and starting the movie. she pretends to not be scared, but you still catch her flinching at the jump scares and you can feel her heart beating faster. you snuggle close to her, loving the feeling of her protective arms around you as the movie goes on. you absentmindedly trace over her skin with your fingers while you watch, and abby occasionally leans down to kiss the top of your head. halfway through, the two of you become way more interested in making out than watching the movie, which leads to the entire last half of the movie being forgotten. as the credits begin to roll, abby pulls away from your lips, leaning over to check the time. “over already?” she grins, reconnecting her lips with yours once more.
I = ice skating
after dressing up in warm clothing (and a lot of persuasion) abby reluctantly follows you to the ice skating rink. abby does not like skating. however, more than that, she likes pleasing her girl, so she obliges. let’s just say that abby is not good at ice skating. of course, you’re not a pro at it, but even a small child could be better at skating than abby. her usual confidence disappears the second she steps onto the slippery ice, and she begs you to hold her hand and never leave her side. as you slowly glide over the ice, she grips your hand impossibly tight, her knuckles turning white and her hands becoming increasingly sweaty. she’s a mess, and of course, she’s incredibly embarrassed about this. you find it adorable to watch her slip around on the ice and insist on holding your hand, begging “no! no, please don’t let go!” but finally, she’s been struggling so much that you decide to just leave early, promising her that no, you’re not mad and no, she didn’t look stupid. on the way home you stop to get a sweet treat for a very defeated looking abby, who gladly accepts it.
J = jewelry making
as soon as you come up with the idea of a jewelry making date, you and abby storm the craft store for supplies, returning home with bags of beads, string, and charms. neither of you could decide on just one color or design, so you just bought everything. a little while later finds you both sprawled out on the carpet, carefully sliding plastic beads of all colors onto the string. abby lays on her stomach, propped up by her elbows. she would never ever admit it to her friends, but she’s actually really enjoying herself. some light music plays in the background, and your girl hums along softly, focused intently on figuring out the perfect color combination for her bracelet. you’ve been stringing together a combination of pinks and purples (as well as some heart and star charms) and abby seems to have decided on a light shade of blue. the two of you work mostly in silence, too focused to engage in conversation, but she’ll occasionally look up at you with pure adoration in her eyes, her mouth spread into a wide smile. after a long time of bracelet making, abby sits up, reaching out to you to drop a bracelet into your hand. “for you,” she grins as you examine the bracelet. it’s a chaotic mess of an entire rainbow of colors, but it’s the letter beads in the center that catch your attention: a-b-b-y. “you can wear it all the time, and i’ll always be with you,” she winks. “that was the corniest thing i’ve ever-“ you begin to say, but the sound of her laughter cuts you off. she takes the bracelet into her hands, sliding it carefully onto your wrist. in return, you gift abby with one of the bracelets you made, a soft pink one with glittery hearts. blushing profusely, abby puts it on, rotating her arm to admire it. “i love it. i love you,” she says, kissing the tip of your nose. abby wears your bracelet every day, never taking it off her wrist. anytime you see abby, you can guarantee that she’ll be wearing her pink beaded bracelet given to her by the one and only.
K = karaoke
after finding an old karaoke disc stored away in an abandoned building, abby is insistent upon trying it out with you. you’re pretty embarrassed to sing in front of her, but abby promises you that she won’t judge you. after lots of begging, you give in, and abby pops the dvd into the player and sits you down next to her on the couch. she’s gathered two hairbrushes to use as microphones, persistent on the idea that this has to be “as realistic as possible.” however, as soon as the dvd starts playing, you know you’re in for a mess. all of the songs are ancient, and you have no idea how any of them sound. this results in you and abby guessing the melodies, singing painfully out of tune while making up how you think the song would go. “ooh, i got this one!” she exclaims before breaking into the chorus of one song, tripping over her words and laughing more than actually singing. “yeah, you really do,” you tease her, even though you’re no better. all of your fears about singing in front of abby are gone, replaced by the sheer happiness of the two of you laughing and playing around together. even though neither of you know any of the old songs, you still play the dvd until its very end, dramatically improving to all the songs. by the time it’s done, you’re both sore from smiling so hard and worn out from all the laughing.
L = library
abby looooves reading. huge book nerd. she flies through novels, always wanting to talk to you about what she just read. one day, she takes you with her to the library to pick out some new books. as soon as you enter the building, she’s off, on her way to find her newest selection. you follow cluelessly behind her, pointing out books with interesting covers, or marveling over how long some of them are. “this one is so good,” she’ll say to you, pointing out a book on the shelf that you’re passing. you pick up a few books, reading the synopsis and flipping through the pages. abby continues to wind through the shelves, curiously hunting for a new book. after searching the entire library, her hands are full of books of different lengths. “okay, which one should i get?” she asks you. you look through each one, wanting to make the best decision. finally, you’ve made your pick, and abby heads to the counter to check it out. you follow behind her, gazing at your beautiful girlfriend. she looks so happy, so excited. she hasn’t stopped smiling since you set foot in the building, and you just love watching her do things that she loves.
a/n : ah this is my first tumblr post ! i’m a total newbie with this so i have no idea if i’m doing everything right, but i had this idea stuck in my head and neeeeeded to write it out, so hopefully someone else likes this as much as i do :-) ps the third picture is sooo what i imagine abby looking like in this :3
abby absolutely adores everything you draw. every time you show her a new sketch, she stares at it with her jaw dropped slightly and you can practically see her heart eyes. she peaks through every sketchbook you fill up, poring over the pages and pointing out her favorite ones. after seeing some of the portraits you drew of her, she wants to make you a drawing.
so she settles herself down at her desk with a stack of paper, a few pencils, and a handheld pencil sharpener (that looks tiny in her hands) and gets to work. she won’t let you see it as she’s working on it, but you carefully watch the process; each vein in her hand gripping the pencil, the muscles in her back tightening and relaxing as she shifts positions in her desk chair. she has low hopes for how the drawing will turn out, as she doesn’t have much of an artistic hand, but her main goal is to bring a smile to your face.
finally, she finishes the drawing after taking her sweet time on it, insisting “no, it’s not done yet!” and “wait just one more minute, i just have a few more finishing touches!” with a nervous yet proud gleam in her eye, she holds up the paper, revealing her project. she’s relieved to hear you say you love it, and she won’t stop smiling, going on about “i tried to get this angle of your nose exactly right,” and “see that little detail right there?” but the point is that she pays such close attention to every detail, every feature on your face. and she absolutely loves it. and of course, her masterpiece proudly hangs on the wall next to the collage of polaroids and photos of the two of you.
⌗ note : omg this is the end of sweetheart!! i really hope everyone enjoyed this series! it was my first smau so it might not be the best but it was so fun to make. <3
⌗ note : okay hiiii i’m back w part 3 ! covid was kicking my ass for a bit but i feel fine now sooo here we are. this one’s just pretty much all fluff and some more development into reader’s relationship w abby :-) enjoy !
⌗ note : moooore tension ! at least we’ve got our girl arya coming to the rescue :3 also i’m sorry there’s not a cutesie divider for this part, i had too many pics and i ran out of room 😭 so instead of cutting part of the actual fic i’m cutting the divider lol. pls enjoy :-)
⌗ note : fuck hi !!!! ok so i know it’s kinda been forever since i updated this series but HEAR ME OUT!!! college is kicking my ass and i’m also trying to make friends n balance friendships with schoolwork and - anyways. a lot going on. but this series is slowly coming to a close and i hope everyone is enjoying so far!!! no warnings for this one other than the tiniest bit of implied sex at the very end ( nothing graphic at all ) it’s mostly just fluff !! pls enjoy ^_^
