Spencer Hamilton.

[spencerhamiltcn]

thetonylombardo‌:

     “A barricade against four angry Italian women? That barricade will be ashes in seconds.” He momentarily wonders what it would be like to be a lonely child but shoves that away. As much as Tony verbally expresses his annoyance, he wouldn’t trade his sisters for the world. Though at the man’s next lot of words Tony’s throat feels tight, his heart races, and he’s considering running away. “Er- I- What?!” Though he’s not entirely against the other’s advances, he’s very much in the closet. “Think I’ll pass on mentally scaring my family but thanks for the offer… I guess…”

“Well damn, guess I’m shit outta ideas. It’s been nice knowing you, love.” Spencer teased, his infamous smirk still evident upon his lips and merely furthering as he witnessed what looked like the beginning of a blush but maybe he was imagining it. “So now what? We just wait like sitting fucking ducks? What are they after ya for anyways?”

[spencerhamiltcn]

xomiapresley‌:

    Mia opened her mouth to answer the man’s first question, but was cut off before words were spoken. To say she wasn’t expecting a story of infidelity was a bit of an understatement, but wow, this guy’s life seemed to be… interesting, to say the least. “Sounds like you need a drink. Or a few.” She finally commented. “If that were me, neither of ya’ll would see the light of day.” She added sternly, finishing up the last bit of her old fashioned.      “I like alcohol.” She clarified, a bit of a tight smile on her face. “Hopefully his wife taught her sleazebag of a husband a lesson, and leaves his ass. You on the other hand… glad to be alive?”

he was in a downward tumble and had been for the past year and a half ever since his late fiance passed. spencer hadn’t breathed a sober breath since then and he didn’t PLAN on breathing one until the day he died, which at this rate would be young and either from the alcoholism or the careless antics. a smirk preyed onto his lips as he gave a raise of his brows, “DEFINITELY need a few though it ain’t any fun drinking alone.” a scoff escaped from his lips as he filled up their glasses, “oh trust me, i barely got away. had to jump outta a fucking window. i’m a fast little fucker.” he handed her the glass, the question was deeper than she knew, leaving a bitter taste on his tongue as he swallowed thickly. brows knit into a concentrated furrow, disappearing momentarily as he thought about just how NOT glad he was to be alive. how he’d give it all up in a heartbeat to join his love if he hadn’t made him a promise to stick it out. for him. spencer turned to her and offered her a bittersweet smile, “tricky question, more trickier answer that i’ll save for my shrink. not really suitable for bar talk.” he raised his glass and tapped it against hers, “to liking alcohol.”

[spencerhamiltcn]

opsitsalexa‌:

“Bisexuality exists,” Alexa clearly pointed out when he seemed to focus on the male being married to a woman. She shrugged. She’d been there though the situation was a little more open than being caught cheating. The wife was very much involved. “If it’s free I certainly won’t complain. Let’s get away from the bar before they notice it missing.”

“yeah, of course. cept this bloke told ME he was gay so it was a bit of a shocker for both me and his wife. mainly her though. since i guess she’s never seen her dear hubby taking it up the arse from a much younger dude.” spencer figured he was still in the closet which he understood, he just felt bad for the wife. plus a little fucking heads up would have been nice seeing as he had to make a grand escape by jumping out of the two story window with just his boxers. he popped a cigarette between his lips though he left it unlit as he poured them a couple of glasses, dismissing her, “nah, i know the bartender. he owes me. it’s all dandy.” spencer slides her the glass and raises his own before clinking it against hers, “cheers!” 

[spencerhamiltcn]

gentlearfon‌:

Arfon was listening to the man while he sketched from the picture he had in his book, he wasn’t sure why  Spencer was talking to him but he was happy to listen to him.  “ I have never tried it before and maybe he didn’t tell you because he’s struggling a little and before he goes and screws up his marriage, or maybe he is just some ass who wants the best of both. Whatever the answer don’t let it get to you, there is a very good chance that you won’t ever see him again so why let him upset you?”

the drunkard’s brows furrowed in confusion as he looked at the other, his optimism was not something that spencer could handle at the moment, seeing as he wasn’t drunk enough. “jesus, kid.” he exhaled, pinching at the bridge of his nose. he supposed he brought this upon himself, striking up a conversation with a stranger, “are you a therapist or some shit?” spencer cocked a brow as he poured them both glasses and slid one arfon’s way, “i fucking hate therapists.”

[spencerhamiltcn]

noahxbrice‌:

     Noah watched as Spencer collapsed on the stool beside him all the while cradling his glass of scotch in his hands. “Jesus, dude. You’ve got your balls, but I don’t think her husband does.” He couldn’t help the chuckle as he finished off what he had left in his glass. “Matter of fact, I do.” He stated with a nod, more then alright with having another glass. “What a fucker. I mean, shit, if you can’t keep it in your pants… just don’t get married.” Noah shrugged. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be married to even talk on the subject, but well, guess you don’t have to be married to say that’s a whole different kind of low. Were you at least having fun before you almost got castrated?”

a smirk preyed onto his lips as green orbs finally took in the sight of his newest stool neighbor, not expecting to find someone so hot and young at this bar. usually this place was packed with creepy old dudes but spencer wasn’t fucking complaining. spencer chuckled with the nod of his head, “so fucking true, poor guy. he brought it upon himself. i think he’s still in the closest but what kind of idiot brings your secret gay fuck home? not the brightest tool in the shed but he was good with his tool.” spencer teased with the raise of his brows, the joke immature but he still playfully pressed his knee against noah’s thigh, “good fucking answer, gorgeous. would have been a shame to have my eyes set on the hottest fucker in this bar only to find out he doesn’t like whiskey. such a turn off.” his tone was light and playful, shaking his head, “fuck marriage. fuck love. fuck being a shitty husband. she deserves better. almost got married once and i think that’s the closest i’ll ever fucking get to it.” spencer admitted with a shrug of his shoulders, filling up both of their glasses generously, flashing noah a devious grin as he slid him the glass, “oh yeah, loads of fun.”

[frankiegonzales]

      “How long do you think I can ignore my sisters before they break into my apartment?” All four of them had been calling and texting all day. While Tony would jump in front of a bullet for his sisters he may also jump in front of one to escape them. One of their aunt’s was getting married which means a wedding reception- which means Tony needs to bring a date. Thankfully due to an agreement he has someone. But being questioned when he’s getting married, having kids, settling down for the long haul always made him want to puke. “I can slow them down if I swap my wooden door out for a steal one…”

[spencerhamiltcn]

a smirk preyed onto his lips as lazy eyes shamelessly dragged up and down the other, checking him out before shrugging, “fuck if i know. i’m an only child. should we set up a barricade?” spencer offered with the cock of his brow, “or we could just skip straight to the fucking, that way when they walk in they’ll be blinded and will hopefully learn their fucking lesson about intruding. either or, really.”

[spencerhamiltcn]

“Okay. I NEED a drink. Care to join me?” The male huffed out as he collapsed onto the bar stool, “I was hooking up with this guy and his WIFE walked in. The fucker failed to mention that he was married…and to a woman. And I’m just grateful I still have my balls.” Spencer took it upon himself to reach over the bar to grab a bottle of whiskey and a couple of glasses, “Hope you like whiskey.”

@boroughstart

[teddylebeau]

     Rafik knows he looks intimidating, he’s six foot five and built like a brick wall. It also doesn’t help he doesn’t smile that much. But talking to the guy for even a minute you figure out he’s nothing but an awkward softy. Hence his panic and need to let the person he just bumped into know he’s sorry. “My bad, I should’ve been looking. Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Again I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”

[spencerhamiltcn]

he was in a permanent state of drunk which was nothing new for spencer, a cigarette perched between his lips and breath smelling like whiskey. to be fair, HE wasn’t watching where he was going, stumbling just a TAD bit more than normally, “woah.” arms shoot out to brace at the stranger’s shoulders, disoriented orbs trying to focus upon the attractive man in front of him, “nothing hurts me anymore, gorgeous. don’t fucking worry about it. probably my bad anyways. you good?”

[taronunwin]

[openupbithvc-deactivated2020101]

Blowing a sweaty strand of hair from her face, Reagan let out a long sigh as she positioned her hands on her hips. She hadn’t noticed someone approaching, startled by their presence, a hand pressed firmly to her chest. “Fuck,” she mumbled. “Scared me…” she gestured down to the dollhouse she was working on, a smile softening her features. “What do you think?” The house was rather realistic, made from scratch based on months of sketches she’d worked on. She was trying to create her dream home, a place she wished she could live. “Now I just have to work on building the furniture.”

[spencerhamiltcn]

A soft chuckle emitted from his lips at her reaction, smoke engulfing from his lungs as he did so, giving a wave of his hand, “I get that a lot.” Spencer admitted with a nonchalant shrug before popping down beside the girl, grey hues taking in the sight of the dollhouse before taking another hit from the blunt, offering it to her, “I think that any doll would be HONORED to live in there. Shit. Can you blow it up so I CAN live in there?”

[rxdnxck-deactivated20180108]

“You ever seen a grown man cry? Cause I got three DVDs—Field of Dreams, Top Gun an’ Air Bud. And I fuckin’ sob at all of them.”  Nate crossed his arms while he sat on the couch, glancing up at his companion. After a moment, he stood up and rushed to his little kitchenette. “Shit! The popcorn…”

[spencerhamiltcn]

A smirk preyed onto his lips as he crossed his OWN arms over his chest, giving a crinkle of his nose, “It’s CUTE that you still own DVDS. I didn’t even know those were a thing anymore, seeing as these days we have Netflix.” Walking up behind Nate to wrap his arms around the older’s waist, resting his head upon his shoulder.

[realitytvshow]

[histcriahq]

beau’s taken roughly one hundred pictures in the last hour, but as he’s going through them all, he realizes he doesn’t like any of them. “portraits.” he sighs aloud. “hey!” he calls out to the nearest passerby. “could i take your photograph? for portfolio purposes, ‘course.” 

[spencerhamiltcn]

Spencer shoots the other a grin, taking a swig from his flask before nodding his head, “OF course, Jack. Paint me like one of your french girls.” He purred teasingly, draping an arm around the male’s shoulder, “What do you need me to DO, boss?”

[josbee-nigga]

[tvandfilm]

[finnsfm]

kalvin’s sitting on the church steps, waiting for the evening service to begin. they don’t typically go to the saturday evening service, but they’re in a mood tonight and need scripture like their first foster father used to need rum and coke. they’re scrolling their instagram feed, which primarily consists of bible verses. “blessed are those who–” they begin when they hear the crunch of leaves nearby. “evening.” they greet the other. “here to praise the roof?” kalvin laughed. 

[spencerhamiltcn]

ONCE upon a time, church used to be Spencer Hamilton’s sanctuary, finding solace in the walls of God and knowing that he was LOVED and safe. However all that changed after his Preacher of a father found him lip locking with one of the church choir boys and after that his faith was LOST. He was shunned from his family and from the people he called his family, finding that his once safe place was now full of hatred for the boy that he had no choice in being. Even now he couldn’t walk past a church without feeling his heart drop into his stomach, mixed feelings ARISING seeing as some of his best and worst memories were intertwined in the confines of a single church. He hadn’t even realized that he had frozen outside of their local church, overly large hands shoved into his jean pockets as his hues were WIDE. Spencer hadn’t even SENSED the other’s presence, shaking out of his momentarily transfixion as he shoots Kalvin a gaze, “DEFINITELY not.” Not intending the words to sound so harsh, jaw clenching as he sighs, taking a seat next to the other.

[bentleyj]

standing outside of his own trailer, sweat dripping down his body from the heat of the sun above him, the blonde inhaled a hit on his cigarette. usually, he’d smoke inside but he needed a little fresh, hot air in his lungs right now. glancing at the junk he’d thrown away the other day. the same one that the dpw hadn’t found the time to pick up inside the trailer park’s limits. he heard something riffling through the mess. dropping the cigarette from his fingers, he moved closer to scare the person away. as he got closer, his voice resounded from his lungs to hopefully scare away the intruder. “get your dirty hands off of that!” instead of a person, out popped a cat from inside, screeching as it moved away. the blonde sighed to himself, catching his breath from jumping a little. his eyes glanced around, catching those of someone walking down the street. “it wasn’t funny.” 

[spencerhamiltcn]

NATURALLY the male was day drunk, gripping a poorly veiled bottle of whiskey in his hand, fingertips curling against the brown paper bag as he brings the contents to his lips, taking a GENEROUS chug. Brows furrow as he spots the familiar backside of a gorgeous blond, finishing his sip as he watches the other with a glistening curiosity. Though he practically chokes on his liquor when the other freaks from a CAT, merely pausing for a moment before he breaks into laughter, “It was...pretty funny.” Wiping his lips with the back of his hand, stalking over toward Liam, “Need me to protect you?” Spencer cooed in a teasing manner, allowing his hands to fall to the male’s hips, “From all the big bad CATS in the park?”