I've been sitting on summer!modernabby for agessss idk what took me so long. Fluff, modern AU, reader has boobs, hair and curves. Vague-ish references to NSFW.
You gently thumb at the corner of Abby’s mouth. Corndog crumbs fall onto her tank top before you dust them off. She’s wolfing them down like she’s bulking. She’d be the first to do that at an amusement park, of all places.
“They’re that good?” You muse, smiling at the sight.
“Mhmm.” Abby responds, polishing off her third corndog.
“Damn. Where’s it all going?” You chuckle incredulously. The two of you literally just shared a soda the size of your lung.
Abby playfully narrows her eyes at you with a resigned tilt of the head. “I need my strength. I promised I’d win you whatever prize you wanted, remember?”
It’s true, she did. A devilish grin paints your face as you reminisce. Abby’s unbuttoned pajama top, her strong, veiny hands in your hair as you ate her out. What were the magic words again? “God, yes, a-anything you w-want, shit, I’ll get you anything– FUCK.” She’s so fucking pretty when she falls apart for you. You’d never let a promise like that go to waste, and Abby knew it.
Abby glances at you, an eyebrow raised with suspicion.
“...What?”
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Overhead, the sky had matured from its former brilliant blue, and the clouds were a dreamy cotton candy pink. The gentle orange sun is setting park grounds, making the rides glisten under the peachy afternoon haze. The scent of Abby's sunscreen is still lingering in the back of your throat as you lead her to the boardwalk, oversized prize tucked under your arm. The three-foot-tall bear plushie looks almost lifelike, or so you say as you begin tormenting your poor girlfriend with it.
“Whoa Abby, lookout!” You hover the bear next to her head, trying to make the most menacing bear noises possible.
“You sound like a rabid dog.” She lightly punches the bear on the nose.
“Oh no, you made him mad, he’s gonna eat you!”
“How do you know it’s a “him”?” She grabs the bear, turning it carefully. “It doesn’t have any–”
“ABBY!” You shriek, snatching “him” back. “Have some decorum! What if I exposed you in public?” You cradle the bear mock-protectively.
Abby recoils with a scoff, clearly ready to discuss the topic.
“Are we ignoring that camping trip? Where you seduced me out of my own clothing?”
“Okay, that doesn’t count! You were thinking about doing that anyway.” You tilt your head with a smirk.
“Oh yeah, I’m the perv. The big local horndog, that's me, always naked in public areas.” Abby huffs.
A couple walks by with their dog, making concerned eye contact with the two of you as you carry on.
“...I’m glad you feel safe enough to be honest wi– Oh! Come on!” You snicker violently as Abby snatches the toy back, hiding her cherry red cheeks in its soft fur.
A moment of silence passes before she pipes up.
“It’s always you, you know.” She says, nearly under her breath.
“Me?”
“You.”
“What did I do?”
“Something about the beach makes you all… I don’t know…”
She looks at you. Really looks at you. Looks at the way you bite your lip a little when you smile at her. Tries not to notice the way your crop top clings to dewy skin. The dog tag necklace she gave you for your birthday frames your chest perfectly. Now it’s Abby’s turn to remember. You. Laid out all pretty on your towel, bikini perfectly sculpted to your form, grains of sand dusting your ass, as if Abby needed any more reason to look there.
“Abs?” You curiously wave a hand in front of her face.
“Huh?”
“Where’d you go? You totally zoned out.” You quirk an eyebrow at her before turning your head towards the ferris wheel. “And we gotta go, they’re about to start the fireworks.” This was the whole point of the trip. Have fun all day and end the occasion with a perfectly scenic view of the fireworks. Sounds fun.
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Not. Abby’s face twists with horror as you pull her from the bench and make your way to the line for the ferris wheel. She was hoping you’d forget. That was the real reason she’d even protested coming to the park in the first place. The shadow of the ride looms over her as you weave your way through the crowd. Abby never counted on having to tell you her most embarrassing secret. Your big grumpy guard dog, military trained, beautifully buff girlfriend… is deathly afraid of heights.
“Babe… Babe!” Abby shouts over the buzzing crowd, tugging your arm a bit.
“What’s wrong?”
“Ummm, didn’t you say you wanted to use the photobooth?” She begins clumsily. “There’s one right over there, next to that popcorn vendor.”
“We can do it after the ride, I don’t wanna get stuck waiting in line.” You turn, nearly dragging her leaden body to the ferris wheel.
“See?” You say, now facing her. “We’re early and we’re still barely halfway to the front. Good thing the show goes on for an hour.” You lean against the line’s guard rail.
Abby doesn’t answer. She’s stuck looking up at the ride of doom. The little song that’s playing as the wheel rotates sounds a hell of a lot more haunting up close. The stuffed bear is suddenly shoved into your arms.
“Uh, Babe?”
“Bathroom, I’ll be back.” Abby mumbles as she beelines to the port-a-potty section.
Abby hides behind one of the toilet booths, hyperventilating in the shadows of the secluded area. She closes her eyes, sips her water, and tries to steady her pounding heart. How did she get herself into this mess? She whips out her phone.
“If I die, you get custody of Alice.” Manny: …What kind of amusement park are you at? “The hellish kind with the giant freaky ferris wheel.” Manny: So you mean the normal kind? “She wants to go on it. I’m hiding by the toilets.”
One painfully long minute goes by, and she can clearly see that he’s read her message.
“Stop laughing.” Manny: I’m not, I promise.” “Liar. This isn’t funny.” Manny: Just tell her you’re too chicken shit to get on. She’ll think it’s cute. She thinks everything you do is cute anyway.
Abby pauses, finally comforted by something.
Manny: Stop smiling, payasa. “What am I supposed to do? Seriously.”
He’s typing, but it’s interrupted by a message from you.
“Where are you? We’re almost next.”
Abby sighs, dragging a hand down her face. "Fuck my life."
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The ferris wheel booth could be so romantic... If Abby wasn’t so focused on not passing out. You haven’t even left the ground yet. Her hands are clammy and her heart’s pounding so fast it might as well be vibrating. She wishes it were enough to distract her from the ride finally beginning to move.
“Oh my god…”
“I know! Finally!” You say, totally blind to Abby’s anguish.
The ride steadily makes its way to the top. The sky had settled into a silky shade of indigo, only punctuated by the traces of fireworks and smoke in the distance.
“I’ve never been this close…” You say, expression filled with awe. “Isn’t it pretty, Abs?”
Silence.
You finally glance over. She’s a wreck.
“Abby??” You worriedly reach for her. “Babe? Are you sick? What’s wrong?”
She’s huddled in the seat, clutching onto the stuffed bear like her life depends on it.
“Baby, please, speak to me.” You plead. You’ve never seen her like this.
“I’m… scared.” She mumbles through her gritted teeth.
You slide a bit closer, gently cradling her head in your hands. “You’re what?”
She finally caves and melts into your palms. “I’m... scared of heights.”
You feel like you’re being punked. You stare at her, not even sure of what expression is on your face.
“Don’t laugh. This is pathetic enough.” She says, eyes closed again as the ride comes to a halt at its peak.
You sigh, kiss her forehead and stroke her baby hairs. “Why didn’t you say something!”
“Because you’re supposed to think I’m tough!”
Now you’re laughing. “Oh my god.”
“I said don’t laugh!” Abby protests, though her usual rasp sounds especially whiny right now.
“You can’t be serious. I refuse to believe this. Oh Abby…”
“Don’t rub it in…” She murmurs into your hands.
You huff, really unsure of what to do with her.
“Well you sure look tough holding that giant teddy.” You muse. She does look awfully cute though. Flushed freckled cheeks, slightly undone braid, navy basketball shorts, and a grey wife-pleaser. Her rippling muscles look a little out of place, wrapped around the plush bear. More like a python choking out a cupcake, than someone hugging a toy.
“I should’ve told you…” She exhales, both in relief and as an attempt to ground herself.
“Yes, you should’ve.” Poor thing, no wonder why she looks so pale, even with her summer tan.
“Make me feel better?” Abby asks, half joking, half resigned to her vulnerability.
“Huh… Let’s see… Well. I think you’re pretty tough.” You begin stroking her cheeks like you’re soothing a puppy. “You kept it together all this time. If I were you, I wouldn’t have made it this far.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Oh, yeah.” You tease. “And the way you won our bear was really cool. You’re probably one of the only people who could break the Strongman Striker.” You giggle softly.
Abby finally snickers, tension leaving her shoulders as she exhales.
“And…”
“And?”
“You were really cute when you let me win on the bumper cars.”
“Actually?” Abby smiles. The genuine kind that makes you get a little weak in the knees when you think about it for too long.
“Actually…” You whisper, leaving a little kiss on the tip of her nose. She twitches a bit at the sudden sensation.
“You’re also a really good kisser.” You say, your noses nuzzling against each other, your lips ghosting over hers. Her breath is still sweet with the scent of soda.
“Is that right?” Abby leans in, hands finding their way to your waist.
It’s so right.
