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abby anderson is made of sunlight 💛

a/n: couldn’t stop thinking about christina’s sun monologue to meredith in grey’s anatomy, so i had to get that in here (sorry not sorry)

i've said this before and i'll say it again, summer is abby's season. not only does it bring out her pretty freckles even more and give her pretty skin a sun-kissed glow, it's the time of the year she can reach her final form.

abby is just the embodiment of summer.

you first realise it the very first time time she smiles at you. when she shows you her pearly whites, and her entire face lights up, you realise it. that abby anderson is the sun.

she has an ability to spread a sense of warmth through you, an ability only she and the sun has. when you pull a smile out of her the way she makes you feel is the same feeling you get when the sun starts showing again after the winter.

think about months of darkness and coldness, there being no difference between night and day- and then think about how it feels when the sun appears again. being blessed by the warm feeling on your face as you let the sun shine on you.

think about how it feels to soak in the summer heat, how it feels to lay down on the grass or sand. when the warm sun allows your entire body to relax in a way that it never has before.

that’s what abby does to you, that’s what she does to everything around her. i think you’ll tell her one day, and she’ll be speechless. you’re arguing with her, and arguments with abby comes rarely. she spreads too much happiness through your veins for you to ever make you mad.

it’s the way owen treats her that starts it. it angers you, and what makes you even more angry is the way she allows it. it’s as if she believes she deserves it, as if she can’t see that she’s like the sun.

you try to talk sense into her, but it’s not working. instead, she gets angry with you. you’re not met with the beautiful smile you’ve grown accustomed to, but instead a scowl. she starts off with defending owen, but then you say that she deserves more. and that you can’t believe why she lets someone step over her like that.

she starts pressing you, asking what it is to you. she’s angry and offended for owen, which only spurs you on more. after that it’s downhill, you open your mouth and can’t stop.

“abby, you’re a great soldier and extraordinary friend.” she’s still mad at you, you see the way her nostrils flare and the way her fists clench.

“don’t let owen eclipse that.” the anger runs off you, and suddenly you’re speaking more quietly. a little bit breathless, and you’re reaching out your hand but suddenly retract it. as if you were about to reach out to her. and you can see that abby’s calming down as well, the fire in her eyes slowly disappearing.

“he’s very… charming. but he’s not the sun. you are.” you leave her speechless and you can’t help but swallow. wait for her reaction, for her to say something. instead she only looks down at the floor, and then up.

when you meet her eyes again, the fire is completely gone. instead her eyes are filled with something that makes you feel warm in that way she always make you feel. gone is the angry abby, and here is the sun you’re used to.

abby’s the embodiment of summer. it’s like someone picked down sun from the sky with their very own hands and placed her here. you keep on staring at her, and the sun beams back at you.

im actually pulling out my hair because of the abby & ellie being sisters fanfic, I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS???

abby has you wrapped around her finger.

you had sneaked into the living room a few hours before sunrise, luckily ellie and dina were both fast asleep still. you felt exhausted, but trying to sleep seemed impossible. instead, you tossed and turned on your side of the couch until you could hear the morning birds outside the big living room window.

ellie woke up before dina did. you could see the way she carefully slipped out of dina's arms before sitting up, stretching her arms before letting out a yawn. when she saw that you were awake, she blushed for a second, realising that you must have seen the way she was cuddled up to your dear friend on the couch.

the blush disappeared quickly though when ellie took a look at you and muttered "well, you look like shit." scoffing at her bluntness, typically ellie, you decided to keep quiet. because what could you say? sorry, haven't slept 'cause your sister kept me occupied half the night and then i couldn't stop thinking about her for the other half.

you'd rather not get attacked with a pillow this early in the morning. or even worse, have ellie stomp over to abby's room and create some kind of scene.

you would not want to be in the same house as her when she sees the bruises on abby's neck.

it doesn't take too long for dina to wake up as well, and before she can drop a comment similar to ellie, you quickly say "had trouble sleeping" while waving your hand dismissively. the way dina gives you a knowing smile takes you by surprise, but there's no time to question it as ellie is already heading towards the kitchen.

following her, you're filled with memories of the previous night. meeting abby in the kitchen felt like an answer to your prayer. it seemed to be impossible to get her to yourself, without the interference of ellie, without making it too obvious you were trying to get her alone.

her confident attitude made you weak in the knees, and when the word "good" had slipped past her lips you were sure you'd be melting into a puddle on the floor any minute.

maybe you should have been more embarrassed at how easy it was for abby to make you putty in her arms, but it's difficult to feel embarrassed when all you can think about is how good she made you feel last night. it's really hard to feel embarrassed when all you can think about is how she took you to her bedroom.

when you sit down to eat breakfast with the girls, you're completely zoned out. ellie doesn't pay you any mind however, busy rambling on to dina about the latest issue of that science magazine she's always reading.

sipping on the glass of juice in silence, it's almost as if you're back in abby's room again. you can almost feel her hand around your wrist again as you reminisce how she pulled you towards her bedroom door.

"what?" abby's soft voice had pulled you out of your thoughts. "nothing, i just- it's exactly like i expected it to be." giving her a small smile, abby's lips pulling into her signature smirk.

"you've been imagining how my bedroom looks?" her tone was teasing, but that had not stopped your cheeks from heating up. standing awkwardly in the opening of the room, the way abby had sat down on the edge of her bed and slightly spread her legs had made your heart quicken in your chest.

"why don't you close the door and come over here? thought we could have a little chat..." and the look in her eyes, the way she had looked you up and down as if she was ready to eat you, made it clear that she wasn't actually planning on just talking. so with that, you had closed the door behind you and made your way over to her.

"are you even listening?" ellie's raspy voice breaks you out of your trance, and it's only now you realise that both she and dina are done with their breakfast. "you gotta' hurry up, jesse is picking us up soon."

"yeah, yeah. i'll finish this quickly." stuffing your face with the food in front of you, you don't pay any mind to the sound of a door further down the hall opening. it's not until you hear the familiar voice of abby, greeting ellie with a "hey loser", that you look up.

at first, ellie only grunts something in response. when abby turns around, milk jug in hand, she truly gets her little sister's attention.

"hey, what's that on your neck?"

you should write about how the reader gets mad at abby and tells her she dont want nothing to do with her and gives her back all her shit and abby is just like “oh okay, whos hoodie is that? i want it back, and the shirt under i bought that for you. i think the whole outfit” which leads to something ykykykykk ☮️

it’s immature.

it’s immature, childish and stupid, but after your last fight, you can’t bring yourself to care. you’re fed up with abby and her antics, and on top of that, you’re angry.

you’re angry with her attitude and how she seemingly doesn’t really care about your relationship. she’s always been flaky, cancelling dates last minutes and not showing up to important things- well, things that are important to you.

abby is a busy woman, she always has been. you’re also busy, but you still manage to make it to her stuff. the only time you’ve missed a game of hers is that time you had the flu, and you even show up to training sessions that are extra important to you.

but abby doesn’t do that for you. there’s always something that she just can’t miss, and it has started to feel like you’re at the bottom of her priority-list.

it was an ongoing issue in the relationship, and something you needed to deal with, but you still expected her to show this once. not even abby was clueless to not know how important your birthday was.

when she didn’t show up at the restaurant, you had waited at first. checking the time every five minutes, giving her the benefit of the doubt until the feeling of embarrassment became too much.

you tried to call her, just once. when she didn’t pick up, you took your jacket and left. the way the staff had looked at you in pity only made the feeling deep in your stomach grow.

just like you expected, it takes two days of radio silence from your side for her to come crawling to your front door. you know this all too well, she’ll be pounding on your door with that guilty look on her face.

never even apologies before she uses your hidden spare key to open the door, then she’ll slip into whatever room your hiding in. press a kiss onto your cheek, and it’s like nothing ever happened.

not this time though. you’ve dumped all of her stuff in your hallway, and you’ve just been waiting to hear the sound of her car pull up next to your home, just waiting for her to use the spare key, just waiting for her to see the boxes with all her stuff in.

you can hear the door being unlocked, hear the front door open and you certainly hear abby’s exclaim of; “what the fuck?” all the way into your bedroom.

it’s immature and childish, but it’s working.

it has abby stomping into your bedroom, with furrowed eyebrows and a hand on her hip. you know you’re being immature, but still you feign nonchalance and look down on your phone. act busy, act busy, act busy.

“why is all that shit in the hallway?”

“your shit.”

“what?”

“it’s your shit. your shit is in the hallway, abby.” the tension in the room becomes thick, and it seems that abby now can feel it too. you see the way she shifts her weight around on her feet, the way she opens her mouth only to close it again.

“are you fucking serious?” her lips are pressed into a thin line, and she’s moving towards you with unsure steps.

you can’t help but let out a sigh, leaning back on your elbows on the bed. “yes, i’m fucking serious.”

“why is all my shit packed up then? can you tell me that?”

this all feels bittersweet, ‘cause abby is right where you wanted her, she’s getting angry and upset and that means she’s feeling exactly how she made you feel.

but the fact that she can’t see it, can’t see what pushed you to put all her belongings left behind in your apartment in those cardboard boxes makes you feel worse. why can’t she just see how bad she’s been treating you?

“your shit is in the hallway ‘cause i’m sick of you. i’m sick of your shit, abby.” you’re noticeable upset now, the pitch of your voice going up as you speak.

the room becomes silent, and god, the way abby looks at you is almost enough to make you feel guilty. almost. she looks like a kicked puppy, she nervously takes a step back and you see the way her lip trembles.

“are you- are you breaking up with me?”

her question is met with silence. if you speak now, you won’t be able to stop the tears from flowing. it’s too much, and you’re afraid that you’ll let her win. that one more look at her sad expression will have you apologising and pressing a kiss to her forehead, then going back to your normal lives as if this never happened.

you’re not looking at her anymore, your eyes instead trained on your lap. if you were looking at her, you would be able to see how abby’s expression was changing from her sad, sad puppy look into an angry, aggravated one.

when she says your name, you almost wince. it’s dripping with anger, and it hurts. ‘cause abby has never said your name like this before.

“if you’re just going to fucking dump me, i want all my shit back.” now that catches your attention, looking up in confusion. before you can open your mouth, point out the fact that all her shit is already packed, abby’s voice booms out again.

”like that fucking shirt for example, oh, and the hoodie. yeah, you know the fucking one.” she’s storming over to your closet, ripping it open, and rummaging around. you know which hoodie she means, and you feel heat creeping up your neck.

it’s the hoodie you stole from her a few months into your relationship. abby let you keep it ‘cause wearing it helped you sleep when she wasn’t there, making it feel like she was physically there with you in the bed.

“fuck you, abby.” you’re standing up in anger now, hands clammy. it’s her time to be immature, childish and stupid.

“oh now you decide to speak up. so, will you tell me what the fuck is up with you?” when abby is met with silence, she barks out a menacing laugh. “okay, then give me my fucking shit back. now.”

your eyes are burning, and you’re desperate to do something back. so, you pull abby’s shirt, the shirt you’ve been wearing, off your body and throw it at her. “here, happy now?”

she looks shocked for a few seconds before a taunting smile appears on her lips. she's raising her hand and pointing her finger at you, taking one, two, steps forward and saying something. you can't make it out, too busy staring at how her lips move.

it's the adrenaline from arguing, that must be it. that must be what pushes you to take a step towards her, and suddenly you're pressing your lips against hers. or was it abby that pushed hers against yours?

everything after that is a blur. abby brings her hands to your face, holding your face in between the rough palms of her hands. she walks you backwards until your legs hit the edge of the bed. when you sit down, abby pulls away. if you weren't so far gone, you'd be embarrassed by the whine you let out at the loss of her lips.

abby stands between your knees, moving her head to your ear. you use all your energy to focus on her voice, to try to hear what she's whispering against the side of your face.

“i’m not going to- not going to give it you” she’s panting in your ear, and all you can do is whine in frustration as you try to grind your hips, seeking relief. “you’re not getting anything. not until you fucking talk to me, you get that?”

moving your hand to the button of your pants and grunting out a “fine, i’ll just do it myself.” you almost except abby to try to stop you, for her to just cave in.

instead, she leans back and gives you a teasing smile. “fine, get off on your own. you know it won’t feel as good as me though, right?”

and you hate how she’s right, but you can’t let her know that. so, in a haste you shimmy your way out of your pants and move your hand towards your underwear.

the way abby’s eyes follow your movements with lust makes you feel good, powerful. for a few seconds, you forget why you’re here in front of her on the edge of the bed. forget about the look of anger and hatred a few moments ago. you almost even forget the way she made you feel at the restaurant, that humiliation.

the spell breaks when you hear abby’s voice again, her voice brings you back to reality.

“what are you waiting for?”

clearly, abby wants a show. so you’ll give her a show. slowly pulling your panties off your body, letting them fall down onto the floor next to her. the way abby’s eyes fixate on your cunt spreads confidence throughout you.

slowly moving your hands from your bra clad chest, relishing in the way abby looks at you, the way she bites her lips while looking at you.

you’re teasing her, moving one of your hands to the back of your back and unclasping your bra. the bra gets thrown to the side of the bed, and abby lets out a breathy sigh at the sight of your naked chest.

the way abby is still completely dressed in front of you, still standing in between your legs, while you’re completely undressed sends a wave of pleasure throughout your body.

you’re now fed up with your own teasing, moving your hands from your upper body downwards until you reach the space in between your thighs. abby’s eyes almost roll to the back of her head when you slip a finger inside of you, the sight making her weak in the knees.

leaning your head back in pleasure as you slowly start moving the digit, you quickly realise it’s not enough.

so, instead you try using two fingers. moving them in and out of you at a slow pace, you almost don’t notice it when abby suddenly sits down on the floor, on her knees, eye level with your pussy.

when she grabs the hand you got between your legs, you huff out an annoyed “what?”. she’s just sitting there, completely quiet, before she eventually says “fuck it” and before you can question her she dives right in.

abby’s tongue feels heavenly, she knows you well enough to bring you pleasure quickly. her nose is bumping into your clit, and you can’t help but let out a pathetic moan at the feeling.

the way her eyes are hazed over with desire is enough to make you grind up against her face, desperate for more. you swear, you swear, you see abby move one of her hands down to her own crotch. you crane your neck to try to get a better view of it, and when you do you can’t help but let out a whine of her name.

she moans against your slick, and works her tongue faster. when she moves her face slightly upwards and suck on your clit, you reach your peak. heart beating fast in your chest, completely out of breath, you feel how abby moves away from you.

before you can feel disappointed by her distance, she sits on the bed and pull you upwards, further from the edge.

still fully clothed she lays beside you, who’s still coming down from your high. you’re too gone to think about the way she lays besides you, the way she moves her arm and tries to carefully hold you.

the room is silent once again, but the thick tension seems to have melted away and instead there’s something else in the air, something neither abby or you can quite put your finger on.

“can you please talk to me about it now?”

there’s a beat of silence, and it makes abby nervous. you don’t look at her, instead you close your eyes. after a few seconds, you cuddle into her side and whisper a quiet “tomorrow”.

abby fucking u in front of the mirror to combat ur insecurities,,perhaps? 👀

oh my god i can totally see abby doing this. she just doesn’t understand why you can’t see what she sees when she’s looking at you, and in a desperate attempt to make you see yourself out of her eyes she persuades you to try mirror sex.

she’d place you in front of your full body mirror, make sure you can see everything. abby has you on your knees, back arched and ass pressed against her body. she’s slamming you onto her strap, and if you close your eyes or look away from your own reflection she just pulls out, immediately.

refuses to give you what you want unless you do as you say. she wants you to see the way you it looks when she slams her length into you, wants you to see the way your breasts bounce at the force. she wants you to see how fucking hot you are, and she wants you to appreciate it.

she’ll even pull at your hair, forcing your head up and maintain eye contact through the mirror when she notices you getting close. she’s rambling praises, completely pussydrunk, and she gets so happy when she sees the way your eyes roll back at her words.

when you cum, abby stills inside of you for a few minutes. when you’ve managed to catch your breath, she starts moving again. when you whine at the overstimulation all she does is tsks, before using her hands to slam your hips back on her cock.

“keep on looking, i’m not gonna stop till you realise how fucking beautiful you are.”

movie theater date with abby but she's fingering reader and shoving her fingers in !r mouth to keep her quiet ❤️‍🩹

thinking about modern!abby being so rich that they have their own mini movie theatre in the anderson household. when she invites you over for a movie night at her house you know your girlfriend is up to no good by the absolute mischievous look in her eyes.

the entire gang is there, manny, nora, owen and mel. everyone’s sitting pretty far away from each other though, since there are just so many seats in the room. abby insists that you sit next to her, and that you crawl under the blanket with her cause she just wants to cuddle with you.

you should have known she wasn’t actually interested in an innocent cuddle session, especially not when she literally licked her lips while telling you it. you can’t bring yourself to be surprised when you feel her warm hand start wandering up your thigh, when she’s playing with the strings to your sweatpants.

abby’s nibbling on your ear and whispering “be quiet”, and you try to keep your eyes trained on the big screen in front of you. when abby slowly slips her hand inside of your pants and starts stroking her index finger against your clothed cunt, you can’t help the noise that slips out of your mouth.

lucky you, abby covers it up with a cough. she doesn’t trust you to stay quiet though, and instead whisper against your neck; “gonna have to keep you quiet, can’t have the others seeing what a slut you are for me”

when she slips two of her fingers into your mouth, you silently thank your girlfriend for calling dibs on the row in the back. there’s no way the others notice what she’s up to, what you’re up to, not when they’re so focused on the horror movie playing in front of them.

abby’s working her hand inside of your panties, moving a finger against your wet slick and you almost want to cry out in frustration at her slow and teasing movements.

she’s just rubbing against you, and you feel frustrated. if you weren’t surrounded by your friends, you would have voiced your complaints. but you can’t say anything, can’t plead and beg for abby to finally just fuck you with her fingers.

instead, you try swirling your tongue against the finger she has stuffed in your mouth. when you feel the way abby’s movements stutter, you know it’s working. you know she’s going to lose her patience, that she’ll skip past the teasing and just try to get you off as fast as she can.

she’s complete still, and you can make out the sound of her heavy breathing next to you. so, you carefully suck on the digits inside your mouth, and that’s all it takes. abby’s quick to slip her finger inside of you, slowly moving it up against that spot inside of you.

you’re already so wet it doesn’t take long until she enters another finger, and she’s moving even faster. if it weren’t for the expensive sound system, you’re sure the others would hear the way abby’s working her fingers into tou.

“you’re so fucking naughty, letting me finger you when all of our friends are here” when you clench down on her fingers at her words, abby can’t help but let out a breathy moan. you’re so filthy, too filthy, and it’s making your girlfriend feel so hot. “yeah, you like that? letting me touch you when they’re right here?”

thinking about meeting abby at a club while out with your friends. thinking about the way you would lock eyes at the bar, how she’d slide up and ask to pay for your drink. thinking about how she’d follow you out to the dance floor, about how abby would grip your hips and how she would rest her chin on your shoulder.

when you press your ass against her front, grinding in beat with the music, abby just tightens her grip on your hips and whispers in your ear, she asks, no, she pleads for your name. after you tell her, trying to speak over the loud music, she asks you one more thing. abby asks you if you want to come over to her place, so that you can really get to know each other.

of course, you say yes. and abby doesn’t disappoint you, because the moment you step inside her apartment she presses you up against the now closed front door and she kisses you. it’s sloppy, it’s wet and desperate and it has adrenaline pumping through your veins like never before. wrapping your arms around her neck and pulling her closer.

thinking about how when you two finally, finally, make it to her bedroom she plops down on the edge of the bed and pulls you down in her lap. abby uses her big and strong hands to move your hips on top of her, and oh god does it feel good. you can tell she likes it too, by the way her brows furrow in concentration and the way she tips her head back as you grind down on her.

it doesn’t take long until she has enough though, until she stops you and moves backwards on the bed. she lays down, with you still on top of her and waits. abby waits until you ask her what she’s doing, what she wants you to do, and then she gives you a smirk.

“i want you to sit on my face, can’t you see how patiently i’m waiting?”

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