#ft. abby

[brutalteague]

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fall carnival. ugh. benny didn’t mind.. what he did mind was his mom practically signing him up before he got a chance to deny it. he was a prince.. volunteering was not apart of his vocabulary. but there he stood by some carnival game with a kid missing countless times to ring the bottle. benny grumbled to himself before rolling his eyes. then something-- well someone caught his eye and he decided it was time for a break. “alright, kid. you’re gonna have to move on. games closing. i need a break because you sucked so bad.” the kid started to cry as he ran off to find his parent. which was a problem for a later time. benjamin’s attention was now on abby. 

strolling over to where they stood benny waved, catching their attention. “come to burn the festival down or you just looking to start trouble with me?” he asked with a smirk. ( @maelcifers​ )

[sebiisms]

// @abbychandlerx.

          sebastian’s relationship with his neighbors was .... INTERESTING, to say the least. not that he was a horrible person to live near --- he was kind, & considerate, & tried not to be too loud ( how much of that could be contributed to living with another human being, rather than living on his own ? probably too much ) --- it’s just that he hardly ever saw them. not around the apartment building ; not as often as he should, if he really was as kind & considerate as he liked to think he was. he just ENJOYED keeping to himself, finding it better to mind his own damn business than to intrude on someone else’s simply by the principle of sharing a wall with them. being the overly friendly & annoying neighbor could get frustrating, real quick.

          but, surprisingly, out of all the neighbors he shared walls with, he did know abby ; better than them, anyway. he could mainly contribute that to the fact that they both went to the same coffee shop, & ran into each other there just as frequently as they’d run into each other here. & he didn’t hate it. in fact, he found abby quite pleasant to make conversation with, & if he HAD to choose a favorite neighbor, it’d probably be her. which meant something, right ? 

          he didn’t know if it meant that he was supposed to hear the subtle CRYING bleeding through the wall of his bedroom --- but, fuck, he couldn’t just ignore it. could he ?

          no, no. he couldn’t ignore somebody fucking crying, no matter who the hell it was. what the fuck is wrong with you, sebastian ?  despite the fact that the two of them may not be on confidant terms ( or despite the fact that it couldn’t even be abby, in particular ), there was no way he’d do anything other than at least see what was going on. slipping out of the warmth of his covers, sebastian found a discarded hoodie in the dark & zipped it over his frame. in an attempt to make as little noise as possible, he maneuvered slowly through the rest of his apartment, finding a pair of slippers along the way that he didn’t even know were his before he padded quietly through the front, & in the direction of abby’s door. he didn’t say anything as he approached --- he simply knocked, three times, light taps of his knuckles as he rocked back on his heels. 

[laceyyu-deactivated]

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I know it’s probably pointless, but I can’t help but try and pinpoint some event in Cassidy’s life that changed him so much. Was he really like this his whole life? Four kids with three different women. I’m glad he loves them so much, but he’s so blind when it comes to them as well. What do his children’s mothers think of this? So awful.

[sgt-grant]

@hclloabby

Slamming the shot glass back down onto the counter, Grant let the burn in his throat recede only slightly before glancing up to get the bartender's attention again. "I need another shot." He managed to mumble hoarsely, pointedly ignoring the bartender's disapproving look. He didn't have the energy to deal with an argument though, only coming into the bar to drink until he could hopefully black out and forget this entire day.

The funeral had been bad. Worse than he'd thought. It was bad enough that he hadn't been able to keep his best friend alive and safe and whole, but having to actually bury him, and see him disappear into the ground, was just icing on the fucking shitfest that was his life right now, he thinks. He'd managed to get through it without crying thankfully, although that had mostly because he'd been numbly going through the motions for the whole thing, but his emotions had come bubbling up to the surface a few hours later, once he'd had time to process.

Getting up and tossing money onto the counter after the bartender had refused to serve him anymore alcohol, he stumbled back from the bar and nearly into the woman that had been standing off to the side. Steadying her with a hand, he blinked suddenly when he felt a small shock travel up his hand from where he touched her, a feeling of familiarity settling over him as he stared at her. "I... Sorry." He muttered quickly, withdrawing his hand as if burned. He cocked his head to the side in confusion, trying to remember where he'd seen her before and why he had the absolutely certain feeling that he knew her. "I... I know you, don't I?"