#abby one shot

[savannahsdeath]

barista!abby that gets mad when you go visit another coffee shop !! ( love your writing btw, muah !♡ )

eheh thank you ily :3333 and the req is so cute n real omg

you got home, what abby perceived once you shouted her a greeting from the staircase. she showed up in the doorway to the living room a few of short seconds after. you struggled to take off your coat, as one of your hands held an almost empty plastic cup. your girlfriend's first instinct was to grab it from you, like the gentlewoman that she is. she won't look at her girl having to use so much effort to complete the most basic task, oh, never!

but as the plastic dented with a crunch, her gaze drifted down to it, deciding to do some examination. she immediately realised something's off — the smell... it wasn't a deliciously fragrant aroma, like the drinks she makes. it was a plain, dull, ordinary scent of coffee. the decent, unappealing coffee she would never take a sip of. maybe she is dramatic, or maybe she's just jealous. whatever it was, when she recognized her competition's logo, her fingers with pressure traced it as if to see if it's not just a sticker. but the tag was real, so the whole cup ended up in the trash can a bat of an eye later.

"what was that?" she returned to the place she was previously at, though now she looked truly mad with the way her arms crossed and her tongue formed a bulge on her cheek. you chuckled at how her muscles flexed, even if you'd find it hot in other circumstances.

you took a step forward, trying to not look as amused as you were. "i was just thirsty." you shrugged and watched her part her lips to give you a speech. before she could, you raised your hand and continued; "i know i should come to you, buuut i had only ten minutes and they're closer."

she rolled her eyes. "just call me next time. you'll have a free delivery, i'll be there in five minutes and you won't have to move a finger."

you nodded and smacked your lips, now finding it more cute than funny. "alright, i'll keep that in mind for the next time."

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[savannahsdeath]

◦•≫ "A CHILD" sneek peak

a. anderson — the hunger games au

❈ warnings: sexual assault, death ❈ just a lil sneak peek of my wip ❈ prologue of a prologue ❈ let me know if you want to be added to the taglist ❈ check out #savannahsgames for more !

DISTRICT TWELVE

you didn't remember your childhood too clearly. you knew that you were really close to your mother. she was known as the district twelve's angel - she was a medic which helped people, even when they had nothing to give her in return. they used to say you're a little version of her, a personified reminding that a part of her was still alive, even if her person wasn't anymore.

your father couldn't handle it. he couldn't work, he didn't eat, he soaked in the big, black hole called depression. your brother didn't feel responsible for your dad, not even for himself, and you were left alone. you had to make sure they have something to put in their mouths, at least a bite of bread. how?

you started working for cray. cray was the head peacekeeper of district twelve, originaly from a rich part of panem. an older man, with a few strands of silvery hair combed sideways over his unusually red face. your job was to make sure he always has something warm and fresh to eat, his home is clean and neat and he can peacefully drink his liquor, like the peacekeeper that he is. he didn't pay you a lot, but he also let you have his leftovers.

he had his bad side, though. you were aware of the fact that he was infamous for paying young women to sleep with him. and you decided to ignore this fact - it's none of your business. until that one night, when he got drunk, more than usually. the lights were off, just like he liked. you quietly made your way to the door, hoping to get back to home while staying unnoticed - he wasn't the best person to be around after a shot or two of alcohol. but as soon as you reached to the end of the hall, you heard him raise from his armchair. you huffed and patiently waited for him.

you heard his voice from a small distance. "already going?"

"can i?" you asked, shutting your eyes and silently praying he'll go away.

he smacked his lips. "i'd rather if you stay a bit more."

you cursed under your breath but nodded. then put down your bag, passed him and went back to the living room, where you sat on the couch. soon, he stood in front of you, stroking your cheek with his disgusting, cold hands. you couldn't do anything - your family's lives depended on him.

"i'll pay you twice as much as other girls" he stated. "you could afford a full table of meals with that."

you gulped. "how much?"

"i bet you've never even seen so much money with those innocent eyes of yours before" he chukled.

it was too late and too dark, you were too desperate and everything was just too much. the next seconds were a blur of confusion and regret.

abby thg taglist: @eringranola @cherriesxinthespring @coff1nn @sturnrngs @elliesreallwife @yurrrika @spacecinnamonbuns

[savannahsdeath]

◦•≫ "A CHILD" sneak peek

a. anderson — the hunger games au

❈ warnings: mention of murder ❈ just a lil sneak peek of my wip ❈ prologue of a prologue ❈ let me know if you want to be added to the taglist

DISTRICT FOUR

it was, finally, the long awaited reaping ceremony. abby looked around. she saw her fellow friends, kids she went to school with, kids she met while shopping, kids with their whole lives ahead. kids with dreams. kids who did nothing wrong to deserve this— hell, they weren't even alive when the war which caused the games started! yet, they had to continue this tradition. and it was an honour for them.

most of the children were intimidating, strong, stronger than the adults from the poor districts. stronger than people from the district twelve, the district they laughed at, the district from which kids died first on the arena. tributes and future tributes from four weren't like that, they were better. of course, there were bad pieces, weaklings, or - abby's classmates favourite term - idiots. but their life wasn't colorful and little, scared, nine years old abby swore to herself she won't end up like them. she will be the strongest one amongst her friends, both girls and boys, or her life simply won't matter.

so when she gets reaped, they all clap, laugh, playfully nudge and push her, congratulate her. no one even thinks about volunteering for her - how could they steal abby's moment? they were all sure she'll win on the first day, kill everyone on the bloodbath with her bare hands. and that she will do it gladly.

none of them realised she hates the games and everyone who gets entertained by them. she hates her classmates, friends, the careers. and she will do everything to make this game memorable, in the worst way possible. she will win the game, escape the arena and survive but at the capitol's cost.

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feel free to share your opinion with me in my inbox ! can you guess which district the reader will be from?? its pretty obvious eheheh

[savannahsdeath]

OK GUYS I KNOW IM CHANGING MY MIND EVERY SECOND but now that i think about it .. i kinda want to post that abby in the hunger games au like .. today .. or tomorrow !! (screenshot if u dont know what fic im talking about at the bottom;33)