#thread with: samuel pierce

[inubaki]

Touched by an Angel (fire)

-part 3 (final)

story commissioned and written by @libby-for-life! One art piece by me and the other by @sir-tater-of-the-tot. Warning for suggestive themes. What better addiction to add to Advent Adamsapple than a church? ————————

That night, Adam found himself trapped in a vivid and unsettling dreamscape where fields of once-lush crops were engulfed in flames, the fiery glow illuminating his distress. The air was thick with the acrid scent of smoke, and he could hear the crackling of the earth as it surrendered to the inferno. When morning finally broke, he awoke in a state of disarray, his skin marked with a constellation of angry scratches as if some unseen force had clawed at him throughout the night, leaving behind a physical manifestation of his inner turmoil.

As he stood before his congregation that day, delivering his sermon with a heavy heart, the peace of the moment was shattered by the raucous cawing of crows. These black-feathered intruders swooped down from the bleak sky, interrupting his words with their loud, harsh cries as if protesting against his message. Their presence felt ominous, a sign of the decay surrounding him. The gardens of his community were wilting under an unrelenting sun, producing crops that failed to flourish. The rising cost of food weighed heavily on the community, amplifying their despair.

In the midst of this turmoil, donations dwindled to a trickle, and Adam sensed the fragile threads of faith beginning to fray. The once-vibrant community felt distant as if he were becoming an outsider in the very place where he sought to foster love and unity. Whispers of blame began to echo through the pews, fingers pointed in his direction as people struggled to understand their plight. Each accusatory glance pierced him, making his heart clench painfully in his chest. Adam felt the suffocating grip of despair tightens around him, threatening to extinguish the light of hope he desperately clung to.

The final straw came as Adam broke bread surrounded by his brothers and sisters, a sense of dread weighing heavily on his chest. They reached for the bread, each piece a familiar reminder of their shared past, yet this time, it felt even more stale than usual—dry and crumbly and it hurt their throats as they swallowed. But it was the wine that truly unsettled him. 

As he raised the cup to his lips, the deep crimson liquid caught the light, its surface swirling ominously. Taking a cautious sip, Adam's senses jolted at the overwhelming flavor that hit his tongue. It was metallic, with an unsettling richness that surged through him, and in that moment, he felt as though he had gulped something far more sinister than mere wine. Blood.

His eyes widened in shock, and he instinctively recoiled, a wave of nausea rising within him. He watched in horror as several others at the church struggled, some choking on the grotesque vintage that seemed to echo a dark memory. The laughter and conversation that once filled the room faded into a cacophony of gagging and disbelief. 

This was the moment he could no longer ignore; it was clear that he needed to break free from this spiral. Adam’s heart raced as the realization sank in—he needed help. He needed Samuel.

That night, beneath the flickering light of a single candle, Adam knelt on the cool stone floor of the church, his heart heavy with despair. The air was thick with the scent of aged wood and burning wax, wrapping around him like a solemn shroud. He whispered his fervent prayer to his guardian angel, his voice barely rising above a whisper. “Please, I need your help,” he implored, desperation lacing his words. He sought salvation for his beloved church—a sanctuary that had weathered so many storms but now felt burdened by a dark curse that had plagued him for months. 

In the quiet stillness, Adam closed his eyes, allowing himself to be enveloped by the warmth of his angel's presence. He had doubted that Samuel would respond, yet deep down, he held onto a flicker of hope. Suddenly, he felt a gentle touch, like a soft breeze brushing against his skin, followed by a deep, resonant chuckle that seemed to echo in the chapel’s silence. 

“Adam... I believe we can come to some arrangement,” Samuel's voice rumbled, rich with both power and reassurance. 

With a flood of relief, Adam opened his eyes, the shadows dancing around him suddenly seemed less menacing. Nodding, he felt a surge of determination. He would go to any lengths to shield his church and protect the family that had gathered within its walls, even if it meant making a pact with forces beyond his understanding.

Samuel came in a blur. For once, he was able to see him. He had told Adam that he wasn't fit to run a church as complex as his. He would need someone like him to run it. Adam agreed and Samuel appeared in front of him, taking him on the floor of the church. Adam moaned his angel's name as his seed spilled into him. The next day, Adam introduced the church and community to their new Head Priest, stepping down from his position and allowing Samuel to take his place.

Without hesitation, he proclaimed the unification of Adam, revealing that the two were to be wed. This announcement sent shockwaves through the church community, stirring a mix of surprise and confusion among the congregation. However, under Samuel's confident leadership, it seemed that every lingering issue had resolved itself overnight. Gone were the days of suffering; the community began to thrive, experiencing a renaissance of hope and prosperity. Months passed.

Adam, now a central figure in this transformation, stood proudly by Samuel’s side during the sermons. Clad in the flowing robes of a nun, he projected an aura of serenity and strength, despite being visibly pregnant—a fact that sparked whispered conversations and curious glances among the parishioners. As the weeks passed, the congregation affectionately referred to Adam as the new "Mary," embracing this title as a symbol of his pivotal role within their community. Samuel, embracing this image, supported the sentiment wholeheartedly. He even went as far as to call Adam his lamb. 

Samuel smirked when he saw Adam's barely concealed breasts and knew that he would be leaking soon...that was fine. Adam shivered under his gaze and couldn't wait for tonight.

Samuel didn't even wait for that night, taking Adam on the podium in front of everyone. Somehow, he was still able to teach while Adam was fucked in front of everyone. The entire church seemed to watch them with rapt attention and some even smiled and laughed as Adam came all over the floor. Samuel asked him to clean the mess for him. Despite not being asked, he used his tongue.

Samuel took him to bed that night too. Adam loved every minute of it, unable to imagine a word where he didn't have this. He was always meant to be Samuel's. Always.

Pervs:

[ripplingcurrents]

making a deal

[the Web's response is equally quiet. uncharacteristically so, even for what you've heard in the short time you've known him]

[his gaze turns back down to the spider. she's making quick work of whatever it is that she's doing]

[within minutes, it becomes more clear. using one of the web's fingers as a spool, she is - somehow - spinning his blood into new thread. and he is pulling out a needle]

this might hurt a bit! just a pinch more than the last try, the more... forceful attempts usually do

-🕸️

RC’s breath quickens as they see the needle. An awful feeling crawls from their stomach up to their throat. They swallow it. Then, they squeeze the eyes shut and hold out their hand.

Despite themself, their hand is shaking. They clench their jaw again, and take a short breath in through the nose.

“Same agreement as I offered before.” They say softly. Tears prick their eyes as they clench their free hand at their side.

They feared needles. They always had as a child. Samuel had been the brave child, despite being younger, he had never been scared. Not like RC was. He didn’t freeze up and forget to breathe. He calmly sat there and was given a bandaid and a sticker, all smiles and sunshine

RC did not. They were the ones pulled aside during school immunizations and handed a juice box while they got their shots. For the longest time sharp things were avoided. No sewing needles, no fishing hooks, nothing. Over the years it had eased. They had forced themselves to tolerate shots and blood being drawn. Medical necessities and all.

Yet even still, the thought of needles or really anything piercing their flesh made their skin crawl and throat close.

But Samuel needed them. This was just one step on the way.

“Do it quickly. Please.”

[easthavenhq]

EAST HAVEN'S 1 YEAR ANNIVERSARY EVENT: THE WIND STORM

With the 1 year anniversary of East Haven's opening, we have decided to have an event that centers around a wind storm that is blowing it's way through town, inciting chaos where ever it goes. The event will start on January 5th at 12pm (noon) and end on January 15th at 12am (midnight). No new starters should be posted after January 10th.

You were placed into groups that are listed below. You will be expected to write with at least one character in that group that you normally do not write with. You are still free to do other threads with others in the group, but are required to at least one.

Participation for this event will be mandatory. Acceptances and checks will be held as usual. Reminder: Injuries need to be in by January 3rd*. You can find the form here. Details of this will be posted on the 5th.

Characters and locations are listed under the cut and will be updated with acceptances & unfollows. Please use the tag easthavenevent007.

East Haven Memorial - Maple Hills

Stevie Wagner - Kayla Johnny Wagner - K Sunny Hussan - Jennie River Jackson - Star Sarah Ruiz - El Gale Peterson - Nadine Callum Jackson - Madison Alec Kincade - Justin Aubrey Miller - Lital Wesley Levitt - K

City Hall - Downtown

Nate Clairmont - Kayla Brody Evans - Jackie Aarin Duskin - K Chantel Bedford - Katelyn Ann-Marie Seigert - Jennie Maggie Sommers - Kayla Mallory Sinclair - K Verity Wagner - Mat Max Diax - Star Isabella Castro - JimJam Andrew Jackson - Nadine

Willow Springs Apartments - Downtown

Ashi Hussan - Kayla Emre Ediz - K Orion Blakely - Justin Jude Sanchez-Khalid - Star Amerie Chen - Mat Dana Allen-Lopez - K Apollo Williams - Desi Riley Day - Marie Celine Ediz - Gigi Beyza Senkan - Kayla

Heywood University - Downtown

Liliana Santos-Blake - Nadine Cami Quintana-Lopez - Marie Cristian Hernandez - Dix Asher Spring - Kae Wyatt Wheeler - K Prue Cassidy - Kayla Marcus Reyes - K Alex Fontenelle - Madison Frederick Sullivan - Star Genevieve Hernandez - Beki

Fire Department - Downtown

Connor Bowen - K Penelope Ruiz - Nadine Benjamin Jackson - Justin Harlow Hanlon - S Eddie Castro - Kayla Ari Seong-Paterson - Katelyn Keely Seigert - Desi Brady Levitt - Jennie Roman Rhodes - G Javier Rivera - Dix Renee Thompson - K

Mount Aston Lodge - Mount Aston

Josiah Huddington - Katelyn Neena Wagner - Gigi Dilara Baysal - K Malik Farouk - Jackie Travis Jackson - Kayla Samuel Bradford - S Cameron Hatcher - Dix Mason Paterson - K Josh Pryce - Nadine Diego Castro - Star

Gas n Go - Sutherland Park

Shane Marshall - Jay Alice Cheung - K Bridget Levitt - Kayla James Morrison - Sam Quentin Levitt - Nadine Hunter Renner - Star Bee Bowen - El Estella Harris - Lital Julieta Alvarez - K Alliannah Vaughn - Katelyn

Animal House Shelter - Maple Hills

Evren Osman - Katelyn Morgan Fontenelle - K Alaric Farrow - S Lance Browne - Justin Roberta Rhodes - Kayla Gavin Gunther - Jackie Chanse Ainsworth - Kae Chloe Austin - Madison Mateo Torres - K Isla Ricci - Mat

South Pines - Primrose Heights

Abraham Wilson - K Julian Heywood - Nadine Luciana Medina - Kayla Owen Bentley - Star Ricky Thompson - Jennie Luna Morales - Lital Simon Heywood - Marie Matt Wheeler - Kayla Valentina Delgado - K Rohan Belton-Stone - Justin

Old Maple Way - Maple Hills

Dean Walker - Dix Nicole Peterson - Kayla Haven Sinclair - Katelyn Oliver Hensley - JimJam Aster Moon - G Hazal Senkan - K Kanyon Webb - Jackie Aindreis Blythe - Marie Yasmin Ansari - K Sydney Heywood - Gigi Demir Ediz - Lisa

Tequila Cowboy - Sutherland Park

Donovan Morgan - Star Marcel Vaughn - Mat Amayah Fontenelle - Nadine Abel Morgan - K Teagan Weatherford - Katelyn Jaslene Clairmont - K Maverick Bennett - Dix Sofia Carmichael - Kayla Romeo Clark - Jackie Graham Winters - JimJam

Maple Hills Mall - Maple Hills

Parker Campbell - K Xia Huang-Clark - Kayla Viktor Pierce - Dix Lenny Clairmont - K Nancy Lee - Kayla Nora Sinclair - Beki Tyler Day - Star Summer Cassidy - El Ali Webster - Sam Daniel Kwon - Nadine Harrison Lee - Jennie

Moose Lodge Rentals - Primrose Heights

Nick Wagner - Kayla Eli Browne - K Vivek Virani - Jackie Charlie Davis - Star Waverly Erickson - Em Cael Montgomery - Nadine Adem Sahir - Madison Jeremy Lieberman - Kayla Jo Spring - Marie Logan Walker - K

*We did change this so we could have time to talk to and plan these injuries.

[lostxndbroken]

FULL NAME: Dean Winchester NICKNAME/ALIASES: Deano, Deej, Squirrel FACE-CLAIM: Jensen Ackles GENDER: Male AGE: In his 30’s (depends on the storyline as well) BIRTHDATE: 24th of January ZODIAC: Aquarius RACE: Human MORALS: Depends on the thread, mostly Chaotic Good SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English

HEIGHT: 5 feet 10 WEIGHT: 186 lbs BODY TYPE: Fit SKIN TONE: Light skin tone POSTURE: Depends on the situation. Resilient, readiness, capable. EYE COLOR: Green HAIR COLOR: Dark brown BIRTHMARKS: - TATTOOS: Anti-possession tattoo on the upper left part of his chest PIERCINGS: None SCARS: He has plenty of scars

LIKES: Classic rock music. Cars, especially his black 1967 Chevrolet Impala who he refers to as 'Baby' and once belonged to his father. Junk food, and food in general. Hunting the supernatural. Weapons, firearms. Pop culture. Beer and stronger stuff. Classic horror movies. Cowboy movies. Impersonating and pulling pranks. Protecting his family and those he care about. DISLIKES: Demons. Angels (most of them anyway). Losing loved ones, he wears a lot of emotional scars of the losses he endured through his life. Being vulnerable, he doesn't like to show weakness or emotional fragility, he prefers to maintain a tough exterior. Being controlled and manipulated, especially by supernatural entities or powerful beings. Breaking promises and betraying the trust of those close to him. Reckless behavior, even when he is reckless and impulsive at times, he doesn't like it when others put themselves in unnecessary dangers. Being idle and waiting. Letting others down. Losing control. HOBBIES: Working on his car, or cars in general. Listening to music. Watching movies and shows, and sometimes porn... Playing pool. Cooking, even if his meals are not much different than the fast food he gets outside of the kitchen. Reading lore and research. Playing guitar. Exploring local bars and diners. Hunting and fishing. Metalworks. Fixing and modifying. Collecting weapons. HABITS: Eating junk food. Quoting movies and tv shows. Tinkering with gadgets. Protecting his impala. Maintaining weapons. Keeping personal items. Being protective of family and friends. Using humor as coping mechanism. Being resourceful and adaptable. Drinking alcohol. Sleeping with a weapon nearby. Making sacrifices for family and friends. Seeking justice, even if it costs him his morality at times. MOTIVATION: Family legacy. Protecting others. Personal experience. Sense of justice. Identity and purpose. Responsibility. Overall, Dean's motivations for hunting the supernatural are deeply ingrained in his upbringing, personal experiences, and sense of duty to protect others. DISCOURAGEMENT: Loss and grief. Failure and setbacks. Betrayal and loss of trust. Moral dilemmas. Personal demons and guilt. Lack of control. Existential threats. Recurring trauma. Facing mortality. Struggles with self-worth. Burdens of leadership. CONFIDENT LEVEL: Dean exhibits a high level of confidence in his abilities as a hunter and protector, but this confidence can be tempered by moments of self-doubt and insecurity. GREATEST FEAR/PHOBIA: Loss of family. Abandonment and isolation. Failure to protect others. Facing personal demons. Unforeseen consequences of his actions. Losing control. Death and mortality.

PARENTS: John Winchester / Mary Campbell-Winchester SIBLINGS: Samuel Winchester, Adam Milligan (half-brother) OTHER RELATIVES: Samuel Campbell (grandfather) PARENTAL INVOLVEMENT: John was harsh on his sons and even more on Dean for being the firstborn. From a young age he took Dean along with his revenge plan to kill the demon that took his wife. It formed Dean's own motivations and sense of purpose as a hunter. Mary was a loving mother who quit hunting for her family but tragedy drew her to make a decision that cost her her life. When she was returned to earth by Amara, she was a mother to her boys again, with struggles. Trying to find herself in the new year, new technology.

OCCUPATION: A hunter CLOSE FRIENDS: Sam, Bobby , Castiel, Charlie, Jody, Donna, Eileen, Jack, Kevin and even Crowley and Rowena at some point. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pan-Sexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Pan-Romantic PREFERRED EMOTIONAL/SEXUAL ROLE: It depends on his partner really. He does like beefy, big muscle guys, so preferable bottom, but he'd top for the right guy as well. TURN ON’S: He likes dirty talk, but not degrading. A bit of roughness. Teasing and playfulness. In a sexual matter, being controlled is a turn on but he wouldn't admit it. TURN OFF’S: Humiliation and degrading. Deep talk during play. LOVE LANGUAGE: Dean Winchester's love language in romantic relationships is a combination of physical touch, acts of service, words of affirmation, quality time, and occasional gift-giving, reflecting his deep commitment, affection, and desire for connection with his partner. RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES: -

STRENGTHS: Combat skills. Tactical thinking. Lore knowledge. Emotional resilience. Protective instincts. Resourcefulness. Charisma and leadership. Determination. Versatility. Mechanical aptitude. Survival Skills. Quick thinking. Sense of humor. Empathy and compassion. Respect for tradition. WEAKNESSES: Emotional guardedness. Self-doubt. Guilt and regret. Stubbornness. Tendency to self-sacrifice. Impulsiveness. Difficulty trusting others. Sense of responsibility. Trauma and PSTD. Struggles with self-worth. Addiction, particularly to alcohol. Difficulty processing loss, he often carries the weight of grief and unresolved trauma. Codependency, Dean has a tendency to become emotionally dependent on his relationship with others, particularly family and romantic partners. Communication issues, especially in a healthy way, he avoids difficult conversations of deflect with humor. Difficulty asking for help. Fear of abandonment. PHYSICAL HEALTH: Great, even with the amount of junk and alcohol he consumes. MENTAL HEALTH: Very poor due to; PTSD, guilt and self-blame, depression and anxiety, emotional guardedness, his way of coping with trauma and loss often leading to self-destructive behavior.

Dean Winchester is a fiercely loyal and protective hunter with a quick wit and a strong sense of duty. He is brave, resourceful, and deeply committed to his family and friends, often putting their needs above his own. Despite his tough exterior, Dean carries deep emotional scars from his traumatic past, including feelings of guilt and self-doubt. He masks his vulnerability with humor and sarcasm but possesses a compassionate heart and an unwavering determination to fight against supernatural evil.

[marimelwrites]

Character Questionnaire | Tag Game

Tagged by: @writermuses

Tagging: @erstwhles (Emir, Liliana, Joel), @musicallyiinclined (Riley!), @midnightsaboteur (Asher, of course), @ofginjxints (Any or all of the muses we have threads for lol it's long though so take your pick)

★ ⸻ GENERAL

Name: Carina Wilde // Beckett Samuels

Alias(es): (None for her) // Samuels (when doing military duty)

Gender: Female // Male

Age: 23-28 // 25-32

Birthday: Jan 13 // Feb 7

Place of Birth: Verse Dependent (both)

Spoken Language(s): English, both.

Sexual Preference: Heterosexual // Bisexual

Occupation(s): Actress or Dancer (verse dependent) // Navy Seal or Con Artist (verse dependent)

★ ⸻ APPEARANCE

Eye Colour: Blue // Blue-Gray

Hair Colour: Brown // Red

Height: 5'4" // 6'1"

Major Scars: No // Yes

★ ⸻ FAVORITE

Colour: Teal and Turquoise // Green

Song: A song by her father or brother // He has no favorite.

Food: Cinnamon rolls // TACOS

Drink: Water // Water or coffee (black)

★ ⸻ HAVE THEY…

Passed University: Yes // Has not completed

Had Sex: Yes - both

Had Sex in Public: No // Yes

Gotten Pregnant/Someone Else Pregnant: No - both

Kissed a Boy: Yes - both

Kissed a Girl: No // Yes

Gotten Tattoos: Not yet // Yes

Gotten Piercings: Yes // No

Been in Love: Not yet (but will) // Yes

Stayed up for More than 24 Hours: Yes - both

★ ⸻ ARE THEY…

A Virgin: No - both

A Cuddler: Yes - both

A Kisser: Yes - both

Scared Easily: No - both

Jealous Easily: No // Yes

Trustworthy: Completely // Verse-dependent

Dominant: Not at all // Can be.

Submissive: Yes // Can be

In Love: Verse dependent - both

Single: Verse dependent - both

★ ⸻ RANDOM QUESTIONS

Have They Harmed Themselves: No - both

Thought of Suicide: No - both

Attempted Suicide: No - both

Wanted to Kill Someone: No // Yes

Have/Had a Job: Yes - both

Have Any Fears: Failing her career // No

★ ⸻ FAMILY

Sibling(s): Yes - Archer // None

Parent(s): Yes - Chloe (my muse) and Asher (muse written by @midnightsaboteur) // Both parents deceased

Children: No - both

Significant Other: Verse dependent - both

Pet(s): None - both

[theavaevans]

The Announcement

INVOLVED: Ava M. Evans, Samuel Evans, Blue Evans, Siena Evans, Phoenix Evans, and Luca Evans TIME FRAME: Wednesday, February 5, 2020 LOCATION: Evans’ Home; Seattle, Washington SUMMARY: Ava and Samuel finally reveal the big news to their children and are met with mixed emotions.

Blue plopped down on the couch with her phone in hand, texting with Ariel. She hated these family meetings. She truly didn’t understand why her parents called one, twice a month. They were always over the stupidest things, none of which ever really involved her.

Phoenix rested on the loveseat, her legs over the arm of one side of the chair, her back pressed against the other arm as she re-read Stop Telling Women to Smile by Tatyana Fazlalizadeh, really dissecting it this second time around.

Luca sat on the floor in front of the couch, he sat there unmoving as he blinked slowly. He didn’t know what this was about but he guessed they never did. Hopefully no family drama would come from this one unlike the last one.

Siena sat on the couch Indian style and she rested her head in her hands, elbow pressed into her leg as she waited. Pulling her hoodie down off her head she revealed her bald head once more. She knew everyone had mixed feelings about and she didn’t know what possessed her but she loved the confidence it gave her everyday she stepped out the door.

Samuel moved for the couch and sat down before his children, licking his lips he waited with them. For this, he’d let his wife take the lead and run with it, he was not sure what it would lead to. Sitting them in his gym attire, he’d planned to go however plans changed. So sitting back he slid his hands into his hoodie pocket looking to their middle daughter with a sigh. All her beautiful hair was gown, and at what cost?

Ava flushed the toilet and pulled herself up from the floor carefully as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Quickly she moved for the sink, rinsing her mouth out with water before she brushed her teeth. She couldn’t go without doing so, even though she knew her family was waiting on her. Tapping her toothbrush on the side of the sink, she let all the water drop from it before placing it back in the holder and moved to exit the bathroom, rubbing her stomach gently. She moved down stairs and sat beside her husband, looking around at their children before she looked at him. Taking a breath, she began, “your father and I called this family meeting because we have something very important to share with you…”

As his wife finally surfaced Samuel looked her over, damn he hated not being there every single time she needed him to be. However, he rested his arm on the back of the chair looking at her as she spoke and he rubbed her shoulder gently. He was here to support, speak when needed, and make sure their children were informed.

Luca sat there, hands in his lap and as his mother sat down he looked at her blinking slowly. He was so not on her run right now, she’d hurt his feelings for the last time. No longer his mother’s baby boy, he was a young man he didn’t need her comfort anymore. He’d run to his daddy instead. As she spoke he continued to look at her with an unreadable expression.

Siena sat there and she shifted on the couch and looked to her mother as she finally sat down before them. As she began speaking she looked to Blue and Phoenix nevermind what everyone mood was right now, it sounded serious.

Phoenix slowly lowered her book as their mother finally appeared and began speaking to them. She looked over at Siena and Blue, then down at Luca as she nodded slowly. What could she possibly be about to tell them?

Blue looked up from her phone, gazing between her parents as Ava began to speak.

“This affects everyone,” Ava said softly, looking each one of them in their eyes. “It’s going to change things drastically in this house and everyone needs to be prepared,” she said thoughtfully before she grew quiet. She looked at her husband, leaning into him slightly. “In about 9 months, you all can expect to have two more siblings,” she said out-right. “I’m about 6 or 7 weeks pregnant with twins,” she explained to them all.

Luca continued to sit there and as his mother gave details he continued to look. He looked to his father for a moment before going back to her. Upon her announcement, he didn’t flinch or make a sound. He could have imagined this, his mother had gotten sick in front of him that much he remembered. And then their parents had shared a few words, that much he witnessed without them knowing. Luca stood up from his spot on the floor and said “good” before he walked off quietly, walking away from them all as he moved back up the stairs to his room, unaffected.

Siena listened as her heart actually started to race because she could have only hoped nothing too serious or even deadly at this point was happening. As her mother went on and dropped a huge bomb like this on them her eyebrows rose slowly. “Twins?” she asked as if she didn’t already hear her mother a second ago. “Mom?!” She said in shock, her mother was older than she was when she had Luca and Blue was going to leave for school. She was next and then Phoenix. What were they going to do? As Luca got up and walked away she looked to him shocked as well, the usually bubbly and happy kids were literally not himself anymore.

Blue sat there, slowly placing her phone in her lap as her mother began to speak. Clearly whatever it was, was extremely serious by her tone and she needed to pay attention. As Ava announced that she was pregnant with twins, her mouth dropped. “What?” she said out loud, baffled. Twins? That wasn’t one, but two babies. Her neck jerked back as she thought about it. “What?” she said again from pure shock as she tried to come to terms with it in her mind. As Luca got up and walked out, Blue watched the back of his head still really unable to speak.

Phoenix looked to her parents, then to her siblings, then back to her parents. As their mother told them all that she was pregnant, she accidentally dropped her book off her lap as she sat up straight in the chair. “Pregnant?!” she questioned. Her mind ran a mile a minute before she said, “but… you’re old…” Looking at Luca as he got up and walked away, her eyebrows rose to her hairline. Something was seriously wrong with that boy. Looking back to her parents, Phoenix continued. “I mean… is it safe for you and the babies?” she asked.

Ava grew quiet, giving all of their children time to process what she had just told them and she gazed, looking around at all of their faces as they went over it in their heads. As Luca spoke, then got up to leave, Ava frowned. “Luca, honey,” she said gently, but the boy was gone anyway. She sighed deeply before she looked to Blue, Siena, and Phoenix. “Twins,” she said looking to Siena as she confirmed. She looked at Blue, watching the girl’s face of shock before she looked to Phoenix and she frowned even deeper. She was not old. “Yes, I’m fine, the babies will be fine,” she said to clarify. “I am a bit older to be having children, especially twins, however, I’m healthy and I’ll be okay, we’ll be okay,” she said thoughtfully. “I’ll be on top of it all and monitor myself along the way,” she said as she looked around at her girls. “How do you all feel?” she asked them.

Samuel watched their children and he exhaled slowly as he rubbed his wife’s arm supportively. When Luca got up to leave Samuel watched the young boy, something was bothering his son and he’d have to figure that out a little later. As his daughters began to react to the news, much like he did really. All over the place and insultingly, he tucked his lips away for a moment before he said. “Your mother and I spoke on this ourselves. And with her doctor during our first appointment. Everyone is going to work extra hard to make sure everything is just fine with all three of them” he said touching his wife’s leg. “It was unexpected, but you mother and I are content” he said. “Everything will be fine.”

Luca moved to his bedroom and he closed the door and he climbed into his bed with a book to read. He had heard his mother call out for him, but he chose to ignore her. To ignore them as he moved back to what he enjoyed right now, books.

Siena looked to her mother and then to her father, she watched Blue and then she watched Phoenix. Unsure of what to say she sat there for a long moment, she didn’t know how to place her thoughts into actual words right now. She in her opinion was nervous about all of this, no matter what her parents had to say. “Nervous” she said to them both as she stuck her hand out as if that should be the obvious answer for everyone. “There is a lot of stuff happening out here in the world today, and medically they can’t stop it” she said seriously. “Women are like not having easy pregnancies and stuff” she told them “look at Beyonce!” she stressed “and she was like, younger than you are right now mom” she told her with wide eyes.

Blue looked to her father as he spoke up and she blinked slowly, still trying to digest it all. “Okay…” she said as her mind processed slowly. “Uh, what’s the plan?” she asked. “I mean… you know Ariel and I applied to Spelman and Howard,” she said. “That’s far away,” she said feeling like now she had to stay here. She was the oldest in the family. It was her responsibility to step up and do things when her parents couldn’t. She could still leave and let it all fall on Siena, but she wouldn’t. She loved her family too much to just leave them high and dry. Her parents were almost 50, they were going to need help. “W-what is going to happen?”

Looking between her parents, Phoenix nodded slowly, trying to take it all in. “But what if they turn out like Luca?” she asked softly, not wanting to be the one to bring up the elephant that just stomped out of the room but she had to. Statistically, the twins were at a higher risk to be born with some type of illness due to Ava’s age and weight, plus there’s already a family history of illness. “I mean… it’s a possibility,” she said before she went on, “and at your ages, it’s going to be harder to handle, especially with two,” she said thoughtfully.

Ava looked to her husband as he spoke and she nodded slowly. “Yes, we’ve got it all under control. Plus you forget, I’m a doctor,” she said chuckling. “I think I’ll be okay,” she said honestly. Turning to Siena, Ava said, “baby girl, I’ll be fine,” she said once more. “Beyonce had preeclampsia and something else going on with her,” she explained. “Yes, I am at risk for it, but I’ll be okay,” she told her sweetly. “Like I said, we’re going to monitor me very closely along the way and take it all step by step.” Next, she looked to Blue. “This isn’t going to hinder you from going away to school,” she said honestly. “Go,” she said sweetly. “Get that HBCU education and experience, I want you to,” she said lovingly before she looked at Phoenix with a sigh. “Honey, I have no control over whether or not these babies will have some type of illness or not, just like I had no control over Luca and his condition,” she said with a sigh. “I just have to take it all in spades and deal with it as it unfolds,” she said to everyone. “And just like with Luca, nothing will ever take away the love that I will have for these babies, just as nothing will ever take away my love for you girls.”

Samuel looked to them as they all spoke their minds and he nodded his head. He looked at their faces before he landed on Phoenix and he was reminded why he liked for her to keep her mouth closed. He said nothing to any of them however, he was little bothered by that comment as he looked to them still allowing his wife to go on with her statements.

Siena looked to Blue as she mentioned school and she took her all in, rubbing her hands against her nearly bald head she looked to her young sister shocked by her words actually. It came off a bit rude, and insensitive to their mother and brother not to mention Luca had feelings to. “He has feelings Phoenix, you speak on his as if he’s mentally retarded. The boy could be in college right now if he could sustain myself” she said as she shifted on the couch. “That babies won’t be mentally retarded I am sure and even if they are, we can’t just like not love them” she added. “However” she pointed out “I don’t intend on living without my fucking mother” she said outright.

Blue looked to Phoenix, her eyes going wide. “Hey,” she said quickly. “Phoenix, please think before you speak,” she said. “Yes, everyone knows Luca has a condition but he’s fine, he can still function and is a normal kid and has the possibility of growing out of it,” she said honestly. Everyone knew Luca was her favorite, so she felt some type of away about the comments.

Phoenix looked to her sisters. “I wasn’t saying it to be mean, I was just stating the facts,” she said honestly. “It’s a fact, the twins could also have something and being that mom and dad are older, it won’t be as easy to deal with, if they do, as it was with Luca, especially with their being two of them...,” she said looking around at everyone. Of the bunch, she was the analytical one, she thought things through and looked at things from every angle. It was just truly a possibility. “I’m just trying to understand…” she said.

Ava’s neck jerked back fiercely. “Siena!” she said raising her voice, which was rare. “I know you better go wash your mouth out with soap, using that type of language in my house,” she said shaking her head. “You know better,” she said. “Me being pregnant doesn’t mean you can speak any ol’ type of way,” she said sternly before she looked to Phoenix. She knew that the girl wasn’t trying to be rude or mean about her little brother, she knew that Phoenix loved her little brother. “Sweetheart, there’s always going to be a possibility of something. Like I said, it’s out of my hands and if it turns out, then’ll we’ll do whatever is needed but let’s not think about it right now,” she said. “As of right now, they’re both healthy, I am healthy, and we’ve got zero worries,” she said. “We just wanted to let you all know so that you can get used to the idea and be prepared for two more babies in the household. “It’ll be an adjustment and take some getting used to,” she said, “now, yes, your father and I are getting older and we could use the help but we’re not going to force anything into you all. We would appreciate it, but at the end of the day it’s not your responsibility,” she said. “You just need to be mindful that there will be babies in the house, so watch noise levels and keep hazardous things away from them, off of the floors, and if possible always wash your hands before handling them.”

Samuel watched as the girls brickered back and forth and he looked to his wife before Siena flew out the mouth with some choice words. Samuel titled his head at her and said “don’t ever let me hear you say that again Siena” he said without much conviction because honestly raising his voice or even getting angry wasn’t his thing. He was already quiet so him falling silent wasn’t a shocker, however him having to speak should, be at any point of time. “Your mother is fine, the babies are fine, we are fine” he told them all. “We don’t have to fight or argue over this” he said seriously “it is a choice of which your mother and I get to make only” he added. “If we felt that this wasn’t something we would want to pursue we would have done what two adults needed to do” he said. “Babies are nothing short of miracles” he told them “that’s what we thought of each of you, no exception to Luca…”

Siena looked to her baby sister and then to her mother as she hung her for the statement she made. “I’m sorry” she said covering her face a bit with the sleeve of her hoodie. “It won’t happen again” she said truthfully, she didn’t know what came over her either, she just had so much going on right now. So much hurt in different places, she couldn’t possibly afford to lose anything else she’d already lost herself. As her father spoke up as well, she dropped her hand leaning back against the couch and she folded her arms as she listened. “Sorry” she said apologizing for not only herself but her siblings “you are right we shouldn’t be fighting over something like this” she told them.

Blue looked over at Siena as she hid behind her jacket and she reached over, rubbing her sister’s back gently. Looking over to Phoenix she nodded slowly, understanding what she meant and where she was coming from after she explained herself. As their parents spoke, she let out a sigh. She needed to step up, “I can… I can take a year off before I go to college, to help out around the house,” she said quietly, looking down at the floor, her wavy hair covering her face.

Phoenix, looking at her sisters, then at her parents as they spoke and she shifted on the seat, shocked by Blue’s statement. She really always thought that Blue hated them all but maybe she was just putting on a show that entire time. Licking her lips, she looked to her parents as they spoke and she nodded more. So, she had nothing to worry about. Everything would be fine. “Okay…” she said, trying to wrap her head around it all. “I love you guys too,” she said looking to her parents, then to her sister.

Ava gazed at Samuel, then at their children and she was shocked by Blue. “We couldn’t ask you to do that Blue,” she said honestly. “You’ve been trying to get out of this house forever,” she said, “now you want to stay?” she asked shocked. “You and Ariel have a plan, stick with that,” she said before she looked to Siena and she sighed out, their baby girl was just going through so much. Turning her eyes to Phoenix, she said, “I love you too baby girl, all of you,” she said looking at her children before she looked up at the ceiling towards Luca’s room.

Samuel looked to their three children before he looked to his wife nodding his head at her words, before she looked to them again.

[losfacedevil]

Stress Relief // Sam Kiszka

a/n ~ Sammy’s clearly become my muse. This spilled out of me at the speed of fucking light I swear. 

Warnings: MINORS DNI 18+ ~ explicit sexual content, oral (f receiving), unprotected penatrative sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy)  Fluff, angst, smut, all the good things.  It’s been roughly 4 years since I last attempted to write smut, and I am the MOST vanilla person so uhh if it sucks just ignore it please don’t come for me lol. 

Mondays sucked, there was no pleasant way to put it. The weekends were never long enough when it came to work, both of you doing your own thing full time and only able to come together late into the night. You had nothing but love for the music career he had embarked on with his brothers and best friend, dubbing yourself their biggest fan as you watched from side stage whenever you could. But you held a love hate relationship with your career, the mundane drone of retail life nothing compared to his rockstar life. 

You sighed as your eyes landed on the clock, he had promised to be home by five; having nearly begged you to make his favorite dinner he couldn’t wait to come home to after a long day in the studio. But you knew full well who sent you a message as your phone vibrated on the table in front of you. Pulling a long breath in through your nose you leaned forward, eyes focusing on the message. 

Sammy  Long session 😫 see you soon 

Huffing out a sigh you stood, making your way to the couch knowing full well he’d grab some fast food on his ride home, the dinner he’d dreamed of long forgotten as the session he was playing with his brothers droned on and on. Your eyes roamed around the living room, mind wandering as you focused on the keyboard that sat in the corner, the chair he loved using tipped sideways; lingering remnants of the previous days fight.

He couldn’t get the tune just right, the notes just a little off to his ear. Taking a deep breath he repositioned his fingers over the keys, playing the same tune in the exact same way he had just moments before. A groan slipped past his lips, tilting his head to look at the ceiling.

You sat curled up on the couch, a weighted blanket thrown over your lap as you were engrossed in the newest book you had stumbled across on the last Target run. Dog earring the page you were on you turned your attention to Sam, watching as he screwed his eyes shut another frustrated huff passing through his nose as he once again repositioned his fingers on the keys. This time the tune sounded different, a little better than the last but clearly still off key as he curled his top lip upwards bringing his hands up and slamming them down on the keys. An ear piercing screech sounded as all of they keys sounded at once. 

“Samuel,” you scolded, tossing the blanket off of your lap before standing and stretching. 

“Samuel,” he mocked, rolling his eyes as he tried to play the tune one more time. 

You made your way over to him, resting you hands on his tense shoulders as he let his head fall to the keyboard. You winced as every key sounded once again, no method to the madness he was creating. He sighed, lifting his head and resting it back against your stomach as you began rubbing soothingly against his tight shoulders. Rolling his head gently side to side he laced his fingers together, cracking his knuckles before placing his fingers back down on the keys. His frustration grew as another off key tune trailed from the keyboard. A sigh slipped past your lips as you took a step back knowing full well what his next move would be. 

“Fuck this.” He mumbled, slamming his hands down one more time before standing with enough force to knock the chair he was sitting in on its side. 

“I really don’t think it sounds that bad, sugar.” You encouraged. He shook his head, stepping away from the keyboard as he reached up threading his fingers through his hair. 

“What do you know? You think anything sounds good.” He mumbled, focusing his gaze on his sock clad feet. You nodded, pressing your lips into a tight line as you walked back over to the couch sitting back in your spot. 

“Noted.” You mumbled, tossing the blanket back over your lap as you reached for your discarded book. 

You had let the argument go, knew he was frustrated with what he was working on but also knew that he shouldn’t have taken out his frustrations on you. The jingling of keys in the front door drew you from your thoughts as your eyes drifted towards the door. He nudged the door open with his foot, keys dangling from his teeth as he held his bass case in one hand and a grease stained bag in the other. A soft smile caressed your lips as you padded barefoot over to him, holding your hand out for him to drop his keys into. 

“Burger King.” He mumbled, tossing the bag onto the counter closest to him as he kicked off his shoes and set the case down next to the door. You nodded, hanging the keys up on the rack by the door as he made his way further into the kitchen. 

“How was the session?” You dared to ask, eyes taking in his clearly stressed appearance. Sam shook his head, pulling open the fridge looking for a cold beer before turning to you, lifting his shoulders up in a shrug.

“Way too fucking long.” He cracked open the beer and took a long swig before placing it down on the counter.

“Did you end up getting the melody you were trying to play yesterday?” You had leaned back, resting your hands on the counter and glancing over your shoulder gauging if you had enough room to hop up and sit. 

A sigh slipped past his lips, reaching up he pulled a hand down his face. His head tilted in a subtle nod, his gaze meeting yours as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. You had pulled yourself up on the counter, legs dangling as you kicked your feet slightly, your hands clasped together in your lap. 

“Seems my frustration level was to blame.” He mumbled, hand coming up to scratch at the back of his neck as he took two tentative steps in your direction. 

“I’d say.” You mumbled, reaching your hands out to him. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he intertwined his fingers with yours, closing the space between you as he nestled his hips between your knees. His thumbs caressed the backs of your hands, the soft touch sending tingles up your arms.  

“Whatcha doin’?” Your voice was soft as you tilted your head backwards eyes finally meeting his. He pulled his shoulders up into a shrug, eyes flitting away from yours as he processed his thoughts. 

“I’m sorry for last night.” His gaze snapped back to yours as you wrapped your legs around his thighs, pulling your body closer to his. 

“It’s okay, you were frustrated. It’s not my first Sammy can’t get it rodeo.” You shrugged, a giggle slipped past your lips as his jaw dropped; an offended ‘ah’ slipping from his throat. 

“Sammy can’t get it, huh?” He questioned, a mischievous look gracing his face. You nodded, a crimson blush blooming across your cheeks as his gaze shifted; his once playful glance slowly lacing with lust.

“Yeah, there’s only a handful of things Sammy can’t get, seems to be a rare occurrence.” 

A low chuckle rumbled out of his chest as he pulled your arms up, resting your hands on his shoulders as he cupped your cheeks with his hands; squeezing them with enough force to cause your lips to pucker. You couldn’t help the giggle that slipped through your nose, eyes meeting his as he lunged forward, capturing your lips in a soft and sweet peck. He chuckled as he softened his grip on your cheeks, rubbing his nose against yours in an eskimo kiss. 

“You’re an absolute goof.” You mumbled, leaning forward to press your lips to Sam’s as you locked your hands behind his neck. His breath caught in his throat as he let his fingers ghost down your neck, sending a shiver through your body as he wrapped his arms around your middle; lifting you easily as he stood to his full height. 

Sam broke the kiss, leaning you back against the counter as he fixed his grip, hands cupping your bottom as he turned on his heel. You tightened your legs around him as a giggle slipped past your lips, resting your head in the junction where his shoulder meets his neck peppering soft kisses up the side of his neck. He swallowed thickly, kicking the bedroom door open. 

He made his way over to the bed, his hands slipping from your bottom up to the hem of your shirt as you slowly slid down him, ass softly hitting the bed. He pulled your shirt upwards, a giggle escaping you as you lifted your arms for him to rid you of your shirt completely. His eyes danced over your torso as he rid himself of his belt, the leather sliding smoothly against the denim of his jeans.   

“Wanna make it up to you for last night.” He mumbled, quickly pulling off his shirt and jeans and tossing them to the side to be completely forgotten. A giggle slipped past your lips as you moved backwards up the bed, your back quickly colliding with the headboard. His pupils were blown, watching intently as you shimmied your sweatpants down over the swell of your hips to your ankles, kicking them off the side of the bed. Sam couldn’t help but stare, taking in every inch of your body as he reached up, collecting all of his hair in his hand before quickly wrapping a hair tie around it. 

Sam crawled up the bed, eyes never leaving yours as he hooked his index fingers in the waistband of your underwear. He quirked an eyebrow, head tilting slightly to the side in a silent question. You reached down, threading your fingers through his hair scratching softly as his scalp in silent answer. In one swift move he had your underwear off of your legs and tossed off to the side, peppering kisses up the length of your inner thigh. 

His fingers slipped gently between your folds, sliding against the slick skin as his breath fanned across your core. His moves were tentative at first, the calloused pad of his finger dancing slowly around where it mattered most as he gauged your reaction. A satisfied smile slipped past his lips as your eyes fluttered shut, getting lost in the feeling as his fingers teased your entrance. He flattened his tongue against you, teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue as he slowly pushed his middle finger into you. 

Your back arched off the bed at the sudden contact, mind reeling as he added a second finger; slowly pumping his hand his tongue worked on your sensitive bundle of nerves. 

A familiar pressure started to form in your stomach, tightening quickly as he continued to work your core, the noises spilling past your lips egging him on. His gaze found your face, the pleasure evident on your features as he slowly curled his fingers hitting the one spot that would send you over the edge. Your breath caught in your throat, legs snapping around his head of their own accord as you gripped the sheets beside you. 

“Sammy, please.” Your voice was strangled, back arching as he quickened his pace, a shiver running through him as your walls clenched around his fingers your orgasm threatening to overtake you. 

“Cum for me, show me how good I make you feel.” His voice was an octave deeper, lust dripping in his tone. He wrapped his lips around your clit once more sucking hard as he drove his fingers into your core, your orgasm finally crashing over you.

“Atta girl.” He mumbled, nipping at your inner thigh. A string of explicatives and his name falling from your lips as he helped you ride out your orgasm; relishing in the feeling of your walls contracting around his fingers. 

A satisfied giggle slipped past your lips and he crawled upwards, supporting himself on one forearm as he hovered over you, pressing his lips to yours as he tried to rid himself of his boxers with one hand.  Parting his lips he snaked his tongue out, running it along your bottom lip begging for more. You obliged, parting your lips slightly so his tinge could mingle with yours, tasting yourself on his tongue as a shiver shot down your spine.

He stroked himself a few times, slipping his dick between your folds to collect your wetness, lining himself up with your entrance and slowly pushed inside, gasps slipping past both of your lips as he bottomed out halting his movement as your body adjusted to him. His arms snaked their way under your ass, angling your hips in such a way to hit every spot you needed. 

“Okay, Lovey?” He caressed your cheek with the back of his hand, index finger coming to rest under your chin as his thumb rubbed across your lips. You nodded, reaching up to thread your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. 

Sam pulled his hips back slowly, teasing you with a few shallow thrusts before bottoming out again, the way your hips were angled giving him full access to that spot. Soft moans tumbled from your lips as he found his rhythm, deliciously slow as he rested his head against your shoulder. You hands coming up of their own accord, one tangling in the hair that fell from his bun at the nape of his neck as the other scratched down his back; a hiss escaping him as he sped up his movement. The sound of skin hitting against skin was all that could be heard over the whimpers that slipped past your lips. A low chuckle erupted from his chest as he turned his head, placing a soft kiss to the hollow below your ear. 

“M’not gonna last much longer, baby.” He mumbled, removing his arms from underneath your hips; resting his weight on one as his free hand danced across your hip, the calloused pad of his finger rubbing rough circles into your clit. 

“Sammy,” his name was a strangled whine, your back arching as the sudden attention he gave your clit sent shivers through your body. 

“Cum for me, pretty boy, wanna hear if I make you feel as good as you make me feel.” 

You knew as soon as the pet name slipped past your lips that he was done for. The growl that escaped his chest as he picked up his pace made you giggle, knowing full well how to press the right buttons. Your hands danced down his back, spreading your fingers wide to cover as much of it as you could before digging your nails into his skin. 

A deep moan of your name slipped past his lips as the movement of his hips became erratic, a shuddering breath fanning over the side of your neck as he connected his lips to you, riding out his orgasm. He collapsed on top of you, his face still buried against the side of your neck as he held his weight so he wasn’t fully crushing you, catching his breath. 

“So it’s like that, huh?” You cooed, twisting loose strands of his hair around your finger. He cackled in your ear, that absolutely ridiculous stoner sounding cackle you were so enamored with. 

“It’s always like that.” His voice was airy, dancing through your ear as he placed soft kisses to your neck, slowly removing himself from you before falling to the bed beside you. 

A sigh escaped you as you sat up, throwing your legs over the side of the bed quickly before standing and making your way to the bathroom to clean up. You could hear him humming in the other room as you gently wiped yourself down and shimmied into clean panties. 

“Are you coming to bed or are you dying in here?” He called, another cackle slipping past his lips as he made his way to the bathroom door, leaning against the frame as he watched you. Placing your hands on your hips you pursed your lips and turned to him, eyes dancing up his slim - and to your surprise still naked -body.

“Maybe I’ll stay here, I do hear a hot bath calling my name.” You giggled, cupping your hand to your ear as if listening intently. He crossed his arms over his chest, pushing his bottom lip out in a pout as he dropped his gaze, kicking the threshold. 

“Aw, Sammy.” You cooed, stepping forward as you wrapped your arms around his midsection, resting your chin on his chest as you looked up at him. He couldn’t help the smile that played on his lips as he nodded towards the bed, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as he started walking backwards. 

Laughter erupted from you both as he tripped over seemingly nothing, careening backwards and crashing onto the bed pulling you down on top of him. Pulling your legs up you straddled his hips, leaning down to press your lips to his in a sweet kiss as your giggles subsided. The look on his face when you sat back was suggestive, wiggling his eyebrows at you as he gripped your hips tightly. A sly ‘round two?’ slipping past his lips. 

[melpomeneprose]

CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE !!

Tagged by: myself.

Tagging: @withinycu, @adrienne-lafayette-official, @johngravessimcoe, @cavalrylad, @musenssang, @philip-hamilton-official, @sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins, @virgosjukebox. 💙

✧･ﾟ   𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄.

► BENJAMIN TALLMADGE.

Name: Benjamin Tallmadge.

Alias(es): Ben, Major Tallmadge, 2nd Continental Light Dragoon, Tall-boy, & Captain Tallmadge. “Beagle tilting his head.” (Creator of Washington’s spies tv).

“Beagle” “Washington’s hunting dog” (affectionate & derogatory, from both sides)

Gender: male (he/him).

Orientation: not your business.

(Bi, repressed and ashamed about it, but bi, in my personal portrayal and reading/headcanons, having read his memoirs & letters, but the truth is… as with Alexander Hamilton, we’ll never know). Age: 22-24.

Date of birth: February 25, 1754

Place of birth: Setauket or Brookhaven, Long Island, NYC.

For simplicity he’ll say, New York, sometimes.

Spoken language(s): English, Latin, trying really hard for French thus far not succeeding. Do code books count?

Occupation(s): soldier, spymaster, congressman, statesman. (au: lawyer) (modern verse: law student).

★  ⸻   APPEARANCE

Eye colour: blue, the kind you can drown in, it’s his most attractive feature, according to popular opinion.

Hair colour: dirty blonde.

Height: 6’0” (tall by 18th century standards).

Other: rarely ever seen out of uniform.

Has anxiety & PTSD, should probably touch grass. Deserves a hug and deserves better.

★  ⸻   FAVORITE

Colour: red, white, gold and blue, neutral black that suits everything or gray works to.

Song: Benjamin’s playlist.

Food: bread, salt, cheese, or fish.

Drink: brandy or wine.

★  ⸻   HAVE THEY...

Passed university: Yale college, top of his class!

Had sex: not your business.

Had sex in public: no.

Gotten pregnant/someone else pregnant: wants kids, but not that way, and not at this exact moment. Given the war.

Kissed a boy: no. (Yes) Nathan Hale.

Kissed a girl: yes.

Gotten tattoos: no.

Gotten piercings: no.

Been in love: he’s not sure if it counts, to be blunt, but for reason of answering, yes.

Stayed up 24+ hours: for the cause, yes.

★  ⸻   ARE THEY...

A virgin: not your business, also a construct society cruelly and hypocritically only applies to the fairer sex. (No).

A cuddler: yes.

A kisser: circumstantially.

Scared easily: most certainly not!

Jealous easily: yes!

Submissive: switch.

Dominant: none of your business.

In love: verse/thread dependant.

Relationship status: I am married to honour and the revolution until this is over. (Single).

★  ⸻   RANDOM QUESTIONS

TW for self-harm/suicide mention.

Have they harmed themselves: not unless you count accidentally falling in the Delaware river.

Thought of suicide/ideated: under the pressure of war, atrocities, violence and bloodshed. Yes. But rarely.

Attempted suicide: only if you count a Protestant martyr complex, as the son of a preacher it runs in the family.

Wanted to kill someone: side eyes Simcoe.

But he didn’t enjoy the killing in question.

Have/had a job: Washington’s staff.

Fears: death, abandonment, losing control, not being enough, losing the war, tyranny, his own capacity to help vs harm and the moral dilemma of mundane human existence and soldiering.

Sibling(s):

Samuel Tallmadge.

William Tallmadge.

John Tallmadge.

Isaac Tallmadge.

Parent(s): Susannah Tallmadge (née Smith)(deceased)/Rev. Samuel Tallmadge sr.

Children: verse/thread dependant.

Children In history:

Frederick A. Tallmadge

Maria Jones Tallmadge

William Smith Tallmadge

Harriet Tallmadge Delafield

Benjamin Tallmadge Jr.

Henry Tallmadge.

Significant other(s): Nathan Hale (deceased), Sarah Livingston (ex lover, kinda, sorta, it’s complicated & traumatizing).

Significant other(s) in history:

Mary Floyd (1784 to 1805).

Maria Hallet (1808 til death in 1835).

Pet(s): he should like to have a beagle, or grey hound, but, none presently.

Benjamin’s Wikipedia.

Benjamin’s memoir.

In canon: TURN.

Culper ring.

[avengersrewatch]

E12-13: GAMMA WORLD!

This two-part episode is one of my favorites from this series. It's just fun. Totally recommend. I know I've been done on some of the episodes and especially the minisodes. But this is one you should watch.

The Leader (Samuel Sterns, who we saw a bit of in The Incredible Hulk and is going to be a villain in Captain America 4) was in the Cube, a prison for gamma-irradiated villains, which is such a specific thing to have. In this world, they have so many guys who have turned into monsters from gamma rays, they have a special place to keep them. And during "the Breakout" (episodes 1 and 2) instead of leaving, he lead the other villains in taking over the prison.

Now they are putting out Gamma rays and turning entire cities (Las Vegas) into gamma monsters, because the Leader can control their minds. I'm kind of sad this will not be the plot of Captain America 4. It would be so fun to have monsters playing at casinos, and monsters dancing in showgirl costumes.

It opens with a very cool sequence of Black Panther and Captain America (on his World War II motorcycle, still puzzling over that choice) chasing Hawkeye, who is still considered an escaped convict even though he helped Iron Man and he's totally innocent. Cap's on his bike, and Panther is running on the side of a building. It's great. This is only really to remind the viewer about Hawkeye.

SHIELD agents interrupt the chase (probably friends of Clint's) and ask for help with the Cube/Gamma World situation. See some of their agents tried to go into the Cube last episode, and they got exposed to the gamma energy and turned into monsters too! So someone has to go into the creepy prison filled with super villains and get the SHIELD agents out. Fun! (Is this really where our tax dollars are going?)

Our Team is: Iron Man, Captain America, Thor, Black Panther and Wasp. Ant-Man is away. Doc Samson is also there. He is bummed to see the Hulk ran away because, well, it's Gamma World. You want a Hulk in Gamma World.

Someone should really suggest going to get the Hulk. But they don't. Instead they go inside and they have to be in weird hazmat type suits to keep from being irradiated and it's claustrophobic and about as scary as this cartoon gets. There are monsters in the shadows and if they pierce your suit, you become a monster!

Plus the boundary around the Cube is continually expanding. It will soon hit a town and then a city (I spoiled it, it's Las Vegas).

I just think this is a cool premise. It's obviously a Hulk story. since he is already irradiated. (They really should have at least tried to call him before going in.) Because, first the SHIELD team accompanying them, and then each of the Avengers are taken into the green mist surrounding them and turned into monsters.

That leaves only Thor, who is not human and thus not changed. But he is up against the Leader, the Abomination, the Absorbing Man, Zzzax, the U-Foes, the Wrecking Crew, and all the other Avengers in their monster forms. (Panther is a catlike monster, and wasp has wings. Iron Man looks the most human, but his armor is part of him and the arc reactor dangles from weird black and yellow threads. Cap looks like the Hulk with blonde hair)

Even though this episode tries to make it seem like things will be fine for the Avengers (I guess not to scare kids?). Part two opens with the Gamma Dome reappearing and getting bigger. The Leader makes an announcement to humanity that "I will remake the world in my imagine. You will be perfect, like me. And I will think your thoughts for you."

Someone really needs to go get the Hulk in part 2. And that person is... Hawkeye.

Meanwhile, Thunderbolt Ross is attacking Hulk with the Hulkbusters. Like, dude, did you not see the creepy message about thinking your thoughts for you? Maybe let the Hulk punch that guy. I don't know what that guy's problem is.

Things I like:

-- T'Challa seeming to match the Leader in tactical matters (he is the one who realizes things are traps and such)

-- the Leader is kinda creepy in this. Usually I find his big head ridiculous. Take notes, Captain America 4.

-- Hawkeye being super aggro with the Hulk even though he has zero super powers.

-- The ongoing conversation about whether Avengers should just listen to Tony's orders.

-- Thor gets some action in for the first time since "The Breakout" really. The last couple episodes he was in, he was more of a comedic presence. (I like comedic Thor too I just like a balance.)

-- Hulk's line, "Not stop you. SMASH YOU!" is pretty iconic. I have zero notes.

Rating: Recommend!

[gretavansidecut]

Cozy

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x GN Reader

Word Count: 921

Warnings: Absolutely none, just tooth rotting fluff. There is one singular swear word used, but that's it!

A/N: I was possessed by a mighty need to write some sickeningly adorable cuddling with Josh on a cold winter day. Short, sweet, and criminally adorable, hope y'all enjoy it!

You blinked against the dim rays of sunlight, squinting as you shifted against the cushions of the studio's couch. You were vaguely aware that some time had passed, though you really couldn't say how much. It was still just as dim and dreary outside as it'd been when you'd fallen asleep earlier, time seemingly frozen in the cold greyness of the early winter day. It occurred to you that you should probably get up, that there were things to take care of around the studio or calls to make or just something that required your attention, but you really couldn't bring yourself to care all that much, too lost in the warmth and comfort of the couch and Josh's body pressed against yours. He seemed to agree, groggily pulling his arms more tightly around you as you shifted, clearly worried you were about to get up, and you pressed your face into the crook of his neck, trying your best to block out the light again.

"What time issit?" He asked groggily, his voice rough and quiet, pinned between you and the back of the couch with one arm draped over your torso, the other cradling the back of your head. You hummed flatly as you hooked an arm over his side and pulled him closer.

"Dunno, too comfy to care right now." You replied, your voice just as rough and groggy as his. On cold days like this nothing mattered more to you than being warm and comfortable, and you settled in comfortably against the softness of the couch cushions and the warmth of Josh's body. He hummed softly in agreement, just as uninterested in moving as you were, and his arms tightened around your body and pulled you even closer.

"Aww, well isn't this a sweet picture!"

The two of you groaned in annoyance as Sam's voice suddenly pierced through the quiet you'd both been enjoying. You cracked an eye open, looking up slightly from the crook of Josh's neck with a scowl as Sam leered at you from over the back of the couch, a shit-eating grin plastered across his face.

"D'you MIND Samuel? We're tryin' to sleep here…" Josh growled out, not even bothering to open his eyes. You could feel his fingers thread through your hair, gently rubbing your scalp in a tired, soothing motion, as if to say 'Just ignore him babe, he'll go away soon'.

"For your information Joshua, you two lazybones have BEEN asleep for the past three hours, it's time for dinner!"

Oh shit, had you really been out for that long? Now that Sam mentioned it, you could feel a small twinge in your stomach, hunger starting to pull at you the longer you were awake, and suddenly the thought of getting some food sounded very appealing… but of course that would mean getting up first. You shuddered reflexively at the idea, simply snuggling closer into Josh's neck, still unable to bring yourself to get up. He made no effort to try and get up himself, despite the fact you could hear his stomach growl softly as well, clearly enticed by the idea of food.

"Well? Tick tock sleepyheads! We're heading out like, right now, you want food or not?"

You growled at Sam's incessant pestering, irritated that he'd ruined your blissful sleep and planting the unshakable need for food in your head. You pulled back from Josh slightly, looking up at him groggily and he cocked his head down to meet your gaze. Without saying a word, you both came to an agreement, and you buried your face back into his neck as he turned to look at Sam.

"You guys going to that takeout place at the end of the block?"

"Yeah, figured we'd bring some food back here instead of eating out. We do have WORK to do around here y'know!"

You didn't even have to look up to know Josh was rolling his eyes and he settled his chin back against the top of your head.

"Alright, alright… get me one of those veggie wrap combos and a sandwich one for them, would ya?"

"Ham n Swiss, please, with extra mayo." You added softly, refusing to look up from your comfortable spot as you and Josh settled back into your previous snuggling position. You heard Sam make an overly dramatic "aww", his hand thumping loudly against his chest.

"Anything for the sleepy lovebirds, be back in a bit!"

You couldn't help but feel relieved as you heard Sam turn heel and walk away from the couch, grateful to have a few more moments of quiet, comfortable bliss. Josh let out a heavy sigh, the sound turning into a yawn before he tucked his face down and nuzzled the top of your head.

"Y'know we're gonna have to get up eventually right?" He asked sleepily and you just groaned in response.

"I know I know… but not until the food's here, yeah?" You heard Josh hum, considering your point before taking in another deep breath and somehow pulling you even tighter against his body.

"That's a very good point… we can wait 'till the food's here…"

You were already starting to drift off again when he said that, perfectly satisfied with a few more precious minutes of sleep until the others came back with dinner. You still loathed the idea of needing to get up, but you supposed there were plenty more cold, grey days to come, and the couch wasn't going anywhere. There'd always be more time for you and Josh to get nice and cozy again.

[theseshipsshallsail]

The first time it hits him is over the garden table that first sun-kissed morning in B. A potent combination of jet lag and sheer exhaustion had kept him on autopilot the day before, capable of pleasantries and the occasional handshake, but one face had blurred into another midway over the Atlantic, and it took collapsing into a dead sleep to gather his wits about him.

Breakfast is laid out in an impressive spread, and the combined aroma of freshly baked bread and citrus in the air is enough to leave his mouth watering. It’s a feast for the senses in more ways than one, and from the corner of his eye Oliver watches as Elio leans back in his chair, fingers drumming out a rhythm he can’t quite place. Each tap finds its way to his ears, impossibly loud and clear despite the lively conversation, and just when he recognises a movement from Bach’s Goldberg Variations, Elio ups the ante by humming along under his breath. 

Oliver keeps up his end of the discussion with Samuel and Annella, but his sudden awareness of Elio as a whole - and not just the distantly polite teenager whose room he’s usurped for the next six weeks - is staggering. His brain feels full to bursting, absorbing every detail in a way he’s never experienced before. Or perhaps in a way he’s never dared acknowledge. He’s always had a type, and stunning green eyes in a face framed by dark curls tick all his boxes. He sits up straight, drawing the attention of that piercing gaze, and whereas yesterday he might have been able to brush it off, the certain realization that he finds Elio Perlman attractive is somewhat alarming. 

It would be easier, he knows, if it was purely physical, but the more time they spend together, the more he realises that Elio’s mind is equally captivating. He could have deduced that from his bedroom alone - the posters on the wall, the contents of his bookcase, the score sheets and cassette tapes that litter every surface - but there’s something else. Something deeper. More profound. He’s wise beyond his age - that much is obvious - but the teasing smirk as they banter back and forth makes Oliver suspect his thoughts are like an open book, no matter how hard he tries to cover the page. 

Human beings are capricious, and Elio is predictable in his unpredictability. He’s a force of nature, and loath as he is to admit it, Oliver knows that a boy seven years his junior is dangerously close to prising apart the ever-increasing gaps in his thread-bare armour. 

It’s fascinating, the way he wears his emotions so close to the surface, hiding nothing from his friends and family. The freedom to be who he is, without the weight of expectation bearing down upon his shoulders, is unlike anything he’s ever encountered. They’re on the verge of something he dare not approach, and each time he finds himself distracted by swaths of pale skin or softly spoken words, Oliver reminds himself that he’s here as a guest. Nothing more.

And he’s successful, for the most part. He holds his ground, not willing to retreat, but not ready to stand tall and accept the challenge, either. It’s safe, to a degree, the attraction he harbours, because regardless of the way his heart soars in his chest, Elio is too young, too straight, and entirely off limits. 

And then, a blush.

What started as a benign fantasy becomes something so much more as Oliver looks up from their shared notepad and notices the pinkness on Elio’s cheeks. He turns away quickly, but the expression on his face speaks volumes to the curiosity of someone who isn’t sure what they want - of someone who’s discovering something about themselves they’re not quite sure what to do with - and it’s revolutionary.

In the days that follow there’s a steady, orbital pull. A waiting game - the rules of which he’s yet to decipher. Their mutual interest is undeniable, and the growing itch in Oliver’s palms to reach out and touch is in no way helped by the mantra of want, take, have that dogs his every step. The slow burn of arousal makes it harder to control, but he manages. He does. And then -

“Just play it will you?”

“The same one?”

“The same one.”

Elio jumps to his feet and strides towards the house, and Oliver, powerless to resist, follows in his wake. He sits down at the piano, elegant fingers gliding over the ivory keys, and Oliver lets his mind wander as he coaxes the requested melody from the antique instrument. It’s different though - more frenetic than the gentle melody from the garden - and Elio explains that he’s playing it the way Liszt would if he played Bach’s version. The way his mind works is remarkable, and back and forth they go, flirting through the music, until he finally plays the same stirring refrain from outside.

So yes, his attraction is manageable. Right up until the night Oliver wakes with a gasp, his body wanting, and the memory of a breathy sigh causing the blood to surge in his veins. There’s a cold sweat on his forehead, and the phantom scrape of Elio’s teeth across his collarbone leaves him flushed and disoriented. Heart pounding, he stares up at the cracks in the ceiling, the knots in his stomach coiling even further as he slowly stretches out across the mattress, needing to confirm that he’s definitely alone.

He is - of course he is - and Oliver drags a hand over his face before bunching his sheets to the side, one hand sliding down to pluck the damp cotton of his boxers away from his leaking erection. His resolve to be good does little to stop the images playing behind his eyelids, and a shiver races down his spine as he pictures himself pinned to the bed, Elio moving slowly above him, the low growl of filthy promises urging him higher and higher. 

Again, he tells himself it doesn’t mean anything, that his physical desire is still on a tight leash. He can’t control what his body reacts to, or the direction his psyche chooses to steer his dreams, but he’s under no obligation to act on it. 

Not now. 

Not ever. 

“Completely harmless,” he murmurs, Bach’s Capriccio in B flat major ringing in his ears as he strokes himself to completion, Elio’s name caught in his throat in a last ditch attempt at censure.

[wickedgamc-arch]

PEAR, APPLE, POTATO, SQUASH, PUMPKIN, LIME, PEPPER

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*send me some FRUIT & VEGGIES and i’ll answer some QUESTIONS*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

PEAR - favourite muse?

Ooof I think I'll list a few since one is unfair hahah. I'd go with Polly. Kazuma, Ruby, Grace, Lorraine, Vesper, James, Jamie, Claire, Tommy, Lucille, Julián, Jane, Esmeralda. <3

APPLE - first muse?

My first muse in this blog was Aragorn from LOTR, but when I first started writing I had a TWD OC whose name was Eva. She was a Latina that lived in Atlanta when the apocalypse started, heh. I remember I wrote I lottt with her before I had other OCs made.

POTATO - most used muse?

It's between Tommy and Polly atm, but it could change (or not, who knows hehe). But if we go by number of threads, Tommy.

SQUASH - a muse you’d date in real life?

Omg I'd date Julián, Gabriel, Jamie, Jax and Samuel. I love Negan, Kazuma, Tommy, Cole, Alexander, Arthur and James (Bond), but they'd get my heart shattered easily or I'd be worried since their lives are complicated. Hehe

PUMPKIN - a muse you’d hate in real life?

Victoria, Jessica & Pearl. They all have attitudes and the ambitious trait of achieving everything, no matter if they have to humiliate. A no.

LIME - a fc you’re a sucker for?

This is an interesting question because I'm a sucker for a lot of fcs. And here they are: Oscar Isaac, Salma Hayek, Michelle Pfeiffer, Ryan Gosling, Pierce Brosnan, Nicole Kidman, Cillian Murphy, Charlize Theron, Mads Mikkelsen, Eva Green, Henry Cavill, Hugh Jackman, Viggo Mortensen, Emilia Clarke, Jason Momoa, Andrew Lincoln, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Katheryn Winnick, Travis Fimmel, Johnny Depp (I can now say it without anyone judging, but even if they judge.. Idc. The man deserves love).

PEPPER - favourite plot for your favourite muse?

I'm all for crime plots involving romance, drama and angst. I don't want happy stories. I want the reality of all of it, I want the intensity and passion. But aside from those, I LOVE apocalypse related plots, vampire plots.. And I'm open to any, depending on the muse and the plot, of course. <3

[shadowravenkilljoy]

Character(s) Info

Name: Emma Valeria Gomez

Alias: Shadow Raven 

Associates: Moon Vulture (Sam Gomez), Venom Software  (trio calls themselves Digital’s Night), Cyber Shadow, Phantom Spades

Family: Moon Vulture (fraternal twin brother), Karen Gomez (mother), Miguel Gomez (father), Benjamin Dumont (maternal uncle, deceased)

Partners: Venom Software 

Affliction: Killjoys

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/her

Language: English/Spanish/ Japanese (learning)

Ethnicity: half Hispanic, half Caucasion 

Looks: Shoulder length black-brown hair, tan skin, brown eyes, wears a purple and black jacket with a purple raven symbol on the back, light purple shirt underneath her jacket, black pants, black and purple combat boots, black and purple mask that covers her eye area with two holes for the eyes, has small black stars on it, 5′1

Backstory: An escape from Battery City, was born and raised there until she figured out what really happened to her dad and doesn’t like talking about her parents.

Likes: Her family, cars and mechanics, books, writing, music, sweet things, sleep, food, movies, and tv shows.

Dislikes: BL/ind, mentions of her dad, hurting her loved ones, seeing her brother hurt, and anyone threatening her brother 

Other:  Does sing but only lets you hear it if she’s comfortable around you, is the younger twin, a prodigy with anything car related, wants piercings and the ends of her hair dyed purple and is trying to find a way to get them done, diagnosed with psychosis

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Name: Samuel ‘Sam’ Lance Gomez

Alias: Moon Vulture

Associates: Shadow Raven (Emma Gomez), Venom Software (trio calls themselves Digital’s Night), Cyber Shadow, Phantom Spades

Family: Shadow Raven (fraternal twin sister), Karen Gomez (mother), Miguel Gomez (father), Benjamin Dumont (maternal uncle, deceased)

Affliction: Killjoys

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/him

Language: English 

Ethnicity: half Hispanic, half Caucasian 

Looks: Short black hair, light tan skin, blue eyes, wears an yellow or red jacket, orange shirt, black pants and brown boots, yellow and red mask that covers his eye area with two holes for the eyes, has a singular red stripe that cuts across it sideways, 5′5

Backstory: Another escapee from Battery City, was busted out by his twin sister Shadow Raven, also doesn’t like talking about his parents as well but does so if the topic comes up

Likes: His family, anything medical related, sour things, movies, tv shows, bugging his sister, comics, and drawing

Dislikes: BL/ind, seeing his sister hurt, anyone threatening his sister, and mentions of his family

Other: The older twin, can dance really well but is a mediocre singer, wants a tattoo but doesn’t know where to find a tattoo artist, is looking for one while helping his sister find where to get piercings and dyed hair, may dye his hair yellow 

Character’s Playlists 

IMPORTANT RP RULES

I ain’t comfortable doing smut so don’t ask

I am willing to start threads, just ask and I’ll do it

You can cuss but I censor my swearing. You can censor if you want but that is entirely up to you  

Disclaimer:

Raven has been through emotional/psychological abuse and the trauma of losing her father has really pushed her over the edge. She hasn’t learned how to express herself truly and will sometimes push others away from her issues. She always feels like she should handle things on her own. She had only two people in her life to count on.

She has suffered through physical abuse by her uncle and developed psychosis from the stress and trauma of her time in re-education. There may be times when this will arise.

Mod: @the-weirdos-mind (where my current hyperfixtations live) also does @bli-nicolasfindlay

[kolasihq]

Here are the random pairings for the event! Please remember that threads begin tomorrow at noon and can run through next week. You are able to pick the location and who brought/bid on the basket. If you muse is listed and they should not be, please contact the main as soon as possible!

Ramon Martinez & Lainey Washington

Aiden Parker & Hayley Huffred

Mia Reid & Calliope Hastings

Charlie Chae & Cherry Thompson

Imani Darbandi & Paige Whitaker

Winter Evans & Carter Penn

Rebecca Forbes & Nicholas Klee

Salomé De La Rose & Kiara Clark

Preston Burke & Hunter Huffred

Erin Bitfield & Amelie Brooks

Nijiko Kato & Ezra Rhee

Sienna Levesque & Salem Hwang

Nora Al Fasil & Alex Newman

Lysa Taylor & Maisie St. Clair

Sophia Martinez & Tracy Lance

Kodey Holloway & Chrysan Choi

Saskia Daly & Summer Evans

Esmée Dogan & Milena Lazaro

Wednesday Davenport & Jayden Pierce

Christian Mullins & Clémentine Fraser

Lydia Thomas & Cameron Correia

Jeremy Balfour & Jenna Brady

Chunhua ‘Spring’ Liang & Kiri Samuels

Harper Grant & Lucy Luck

Anna Carpenter & Joanne Hunt

[theavaevans]

Meetings

INVOLVED: Samuel Evans, Ava M. Evans, Blue Evans, Siena Evans, Phoenix Evans, Luca Evans TIME FRAME: Tuesday, December 17, 2019 LOCATION: Evans Family Home; Seattle, Washington SUMMARY: Samuel calls a family meeting, which goes wrong as per usual.

Samuel sat on the couch among everyone as he looked at his watch as they all waited for Blue to join them downstairs. The girl only truly had one more second to surface, respectfully he asked for a moment of their time. The thought of her moving when she got ready was pissing him off greatly and he was trying to mask it behind the rubbing of his lips and the sideways glances he gave his wife who sat comfortably next to his broad body. He couldn’t be upset he knew that; he couldn’t get upset, that he knew even more. His anger had gotten the best of him with his wife months back and he vowed that that would never happen again with anyone. But right now? He was reaching his peak.

Ava sat on the couch beside her husband, humming softly to herself as she scrolled Facebook on her phone, reading various stories and watching many videos as they waited for their eldest child to join the family meeting. In all honesty, Ava was curious to figure out what was going on herself, however she wasn’t going to question it. Her husband was just up to something and like their children, she was going to have to wait to see what it was.

With a huff of annoyance, Blue finally came trotting down the stairs to join the family. Beats over her ears and music blasting through them as she text Ariel, already thinking whatever was going on with the family was stupid. It had to be if her father was calling an unscheduled meeting. At the thought she rolled her eyes as she moved into the living room, socks sliding across the hardwood as she plopped down on the couch beside Siena, turning the music down in her headphones but not taking them off.

Siena looked to Blue as she finally joined them, glad that she did. She was actually anxious to hear what her father wanted to talk to everyone about and by the looks of things her mother had no clue either. But she did know her father wasn’t as vocal as her mother, he stayed quiet and she always wondered why that was, however he was getting ready to speak before them now, so she assumed she’d better listen. “What is this all about dad?” she asked quietly.

Luca looked to his parents fidgeting slightly, his parents had made the mistake of not giving him his medicine that morning and no one caught on. He was on edge, a hyper ball of energy that was bursting at the seams. He bounced from one seat to the next before he ended up on the couch with his mother and father. Luca laid his head on his mother’s lap, feet curled up as he toyed with the hem of her dress humming to himself playfully. His head popped up when Blue surfaced and he slid across his mother’s lap, as a baby would to its mother as he looked to his father expectantly. “Father has a secret to tell” he babbled as he tugged at his mother’s dress.

Sitting on the couch, Phoenix curled up in the corner with a blanket and her phone as she scrolled Instagram, smirking and giggling to herself at certain posts. When Blue finally arrived, she sat her phone off to the side and snuggled up under her blanket even more as she looked to her father expectantly.

As Blue surfaced, Samuel gazed at her long and hard. He would have sneered if he was sure his wife nor his other children would have heard him do so. Pulling his eyes away from the girl he said “we all know the rules here. No electronics” he said in a gruff voice “headphones included” he added looking back to Blue. “Great that you asked Siena. I called this meeting to talk about Christmas this year. It’s vastly approaching, and I need you all to know that, it won’t be spent here” he told them.

Looking down at Luca, Ava gently stroked his hair with her freehand as he shifted and fidgeted and wiggled while he played with her dress. She eyed him carefully, wondering why he simply couldn’t be still. Especially when he climbed over her lap. “Luca, what are you doing?” she asked him softly, sitting her phone down as she cradled the 11-year old in her arms.

Blue rolled her eyes as she pulled the headphones around her neck. “I can hear you,” she said with a huff as she folded her arms over her chest and at the announcement, Blue moved to stand up. “Whoopity doo,” looking between her parents. “I don’t care where we spend it, can I go now?”

Siena looked to her brother oddly, what was up with him she didn’t know it was like he had reverted back to an infant like state of mind. As her father spoke her eyes grew “yes, where are we going dad?” she asked him happily. As she looked to her sister, she sighed heavily. Blue always had to put a damper on a family moment.

Luca licked his dry lips and he looked to his mother letting her dress go, “nothing” he said to her with a smirk. As he shifted, despite his long limbs he rested in her arms gently cuddling up to her bosom as his dad spoke. He wasn’t interested in grown folks talk; he was just here because he had to be. He didn’t care where Christmas was spent as long as he got gifts.

Phoenix looked at her father as he began to explain what was happening. “We’re going on a Christmas trip?” she asked curiously. “Jazlyn and I were going to go see the light show this year, her dad agreed to take us.”

Samuel allowed everyone to speak and he looked to Blue “please sit down, I don’t have it in me to deal with you irrational and misplaced attitude” he said in a deep voice. “No” he replied to his daughters easily. “You all are going to your grandparents’ home this Christmas and your mother and I will be going on vacation. That is part of her gift from me. We are going to the Bahamas for two weeks” he said “I, sadly enough, do not care about any plans. Sorry Phoenix. You aren’t vacationing anywhere, you guys can’t even comprehend the need for a vacation, sorry Siena” he said exhaustedly. “I just wanted to make you all aware, of what’s happening” he told them.

Stroking Luca’s cheek, Ava watched him carefully before she slowly shook her head at the rest of their children. Blue’s attitude was out of control and they really needed to do something about it. At Samuel’s announcement that he was taking her to the Bahamas, she looked at him shocked. “Baby, I have to work… you know the holidays are the busiest time of the year.”

Blue let out an exasperated sigh as she plopped back down. “GRANDPARENTS?! Nah, I’m good. I am old enough to stay here by myself,” she voiced out-right. “Send them,” she said fanning to her brother and sisters, “not me.”

Siena looked to her dad and then to her mom “what?” she said disappointedly as she sat back pouting. He owed them all a trip he’d promised it a while back and fell through. Looking at her siblings, she sighed and quietly watched on.

Luca looked back to his dad, his head tilted upwards, he held his mother’s plush body and looked to the rest of the crew. “I love grandma and grandpa’s though” he said quietly.  

Phoenix pouted, poking her lip out. “That’s not fair,” she mumbled dejectedly as she pulled her blanket even tighter around her, now sad that she wasn’t able to see the light show with her friend.

Samuel looked to his wife, he expected her to be excited for this trip. It would be two weeks without any kids to worry about and it was a vacation for work after all. Something they both needed considering how much they worked. Looking to Blue, who he’d never get any respect from. Then looking to Siena who clearly hated the idea of not being able to go on a family vacation. Then there was Phoenix who was upset that she couldn’t be with her friend this Christmas. Looking to their son, he silently got up from the couch and walked off from the group. That was the tip, the very peak, and the crack in the dam that he did not want them to see as he removed himself from the meeting he actually called for.

Ava frowned softly at their children and their responses. Of course, they had holiday plans of some sort, they were teenagers. What was Samuel thinking? As her husband got up, she looked at him, shocked. “Baby,” she said gently as she stood up, Luca on her hip now and she let out a grunt at that. He sure was getting heavy. Never mind the fact that he was 11 and far too old to still be riding on her hip. She sat him on the couch before she said to the children. “Meeting over, you’re all dismissed.” With that, she went after her husband. “Sam…” she said as she moved in the same direction he had.

“Yes?” Samuel said simply to his wife as he moved to find his briefcase, there housed all the information for the vacation he booked. It wasn’t too late for him to cancel the plans and at least get a portion of the money he’d spent back. Once he located his briefcase, he moved towards his in-home office.

Ava sighed softly at her husband’s curt response. “Baby, I’m sorry,” she said honestly. “I had no idea you were planning this,” she said as she moved behind him swiftly, placing a hand on his back. “If I had known, I could have made arrangements,” she breathed out gently. “I can still try if you really wanna go,” she said already thinking about who she could call to cover her.

“Nope, it’s fine” Samuel replied easily as he searched for his cellular phone on his desk. “It was my mistake for trying to surprise you, my mistake for not putting all of my kids wishes and desires before my own” he said agitatedly. “I’ll cancel the plans, maybe I’ll get some money back from it. I’ll call my mother-in-law and tell her we aren’t going, and that will be that” he said never looking to her as he opened his briefcase and pulled out the itinerary information along with the resort, he booked information.

Ava sighed out listening to her husband and she was slightly taken back by his tone. Did he honestly have an attitude with her? Watching him as he moved around the room, looking for something, she nodded slowly. She wasn’t about to do this with him. “Okay honey…” she said as she turned to walk out of the room.

“Ava!” Samuel said with authority laced in every syllable, he shifted in his seat. Leaning up her told her “we can talk about this, I’ll calm down, and you don’t need to walk away from me” he voiced.

Turning on her heels slowly, Ava looked at her husband, one eyebrow raised as she stepped back into the room and closed the door behind her. “Okay,” she said softly as she moved to perch herself on the side of the desk.

“I’m angry because I wanted to surprise you with a trip, just you and I. No kids, no responsibilities, no problems” he said. “Why did you automatically dismiss it? Do you not want to go?” he asked her. “You don’t think we need a break?” Samuel asked her.

Ava leaned on the desk slightly, looking at her husband as he spoke, and she sighed. “Of course, I want to go,” she said thoughtfully, “and I didn’t mean to just dismiss it but…” she sighed once more. “I do have things to think about when I get surprises like this,” she said softly. “I’m already set to scrub in on surgeries and the holidays are the worst when it comes to emergencies and walk-ins…” she explained. “I need to make provisions... “

“I’ll just change the date” Samuel said defeatedly, when did their jobs control their every move to the point where they couldn’t even make the executive decision to live there on lives he didn’t know. But the thought annoyed him greatly.

At his solution, Ava shook her head and stood up, walking over to him. She placed a gentle hand on his chest. “No, don’t, I’ll figure it out,” she said gently. “I can get someone to fill in for me,” she told him gently.

“It’s not going to work; they always call upon you for everything at that hospital” Samuel said sadly. He just wanted a little peace, he needed it right now. Especially considering he made a very irrational decision lately and he knew his wife would kill him for it when she found out. “I quit…” he told her “last Friday” he breathed “and I just wanted to get away.”

“They can live without me for a week or two,” Ava said thoughtfully. She did need a vacation. They had both been working like crazy in the last few months and she was tired. Rubbing her husbands’ chest softly, she gazed up at him, her face changing from one of admiration to one of shock and confusion as her fist balled up his shirt. “What?” she asked shocked.

Samuel sighed heavily, “I couldn’t do it anymore Ava” he breathed out to her. “They didn’t appreciate me there anyway….”

Gazing up at him, Ava was blown again. She couldn’t believe it. Her hand tightened around his shirt and she pulled him down to her slightly. “Where in the hell have you been getting up and going every morning?!” she asked him as she released his shirt and pushed him away slightly. “Every damn morning!” she asked as she turned her back to him shaking her head.

As she tugged at him, he stumbled and he looked to her, his fidgeted with his hands much like a child when they were being chastised by a parent. Samuel looked to her before he dropped his head and he shrugged lightly “to uh… Maya’s house to clear my head and think…” he said.

Turning slowly, Ava looked at her husband, her eyes wide and her nostrils flaring slightly. “MAYA!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. “YOU’VE BEEN GOING TO THAT WOMAN’S HOUSE EVERY SINGLE DAY FOR A WEEK AND A HALF FOR NINE HOURS A DAY?!” She was livid. One because her husband had clearly been lying to her and two because he was spending his days with another woman. She could actually kill him right now. “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU DO OVER THERE SAM?! COMING HOME ALL TIRED AND WORN OUT?!” She questioned him. “I OUGHTA…” she trailed off shaking her head as she took a deep breath through her nose trying to calm down.

Samuel kept his head low, as she raised her voice at him because he deserved it. It sounded crazy leaving his lips though he hadn’t in his mind before. “Yes” he confessed to her softly, “I was just clearing my mind getting clarity from her. You know she’s a very insightful woman. Wise beyond her measure she was trying to help me figure out a way to tell you. Because I know for sure you would have been upset” he said. “I wasn’t really worn out” he said quietly under his breath. Though that is the lie he told her more than once.

A headache was forming in Ava’s temples because she was that upset. How could he be this idiotic? “A very insightful woman?!” Ava questioned him as she rubbed her head slightly. “Have you lost your mind?” she asked him harshly as she now began to pace the floor. “I’m not even upset that you quit, I’m upset that you lied, then continued to lie!” she yelled. “And on top of that with Maya?!” She fussed. “You know I don’t like that woman!” she huffed as she turned to look at him once more, it taking everything out of her not to slap him for simply being stupid. “I can’t even stand to look at you right now!” she said with a roll of her eyes. “So, what great plan did you think up with Maya?” she asked curiously. “The woman that you apparently don’t share a bed with, clearly don’t have kids with, haven’t made a whole life with, what plans did you create with her?”

“No, I haven’t” Samuel said confused “you know Maya is my best friend Ava” he reasoned. “You don’t like her?” he asked taken back. “Well, we uh. Went fishing a lot, played a lot of drinking games, worked out at the gym….” he breathed. “We didn’t come up with much… outside of the vacation…” he told her stupidly.

Ava licked her lips slowly and cocked her head to the side. “Best friend? She’s your co-worker, damn near your assistant,” she clarified for him as she sat down in a chair because she must sit for this. You went fishing… played games… got drunk… and went to the gym…” she said as she rested with her body against the arm rest, her hand holding her face up. “And the best you could muster up was a vacation, to cover up the lies you’d been telling?” she questioned him as she stood and nodded slowly. “You make me sick,” Ava said as she walked right over to him and slapped him across the face. “Do you hear me?! Make me so damn sick!” she fussed angrily. “I am your wife!” she said holding up her hand to show him the ring. “You come to me! Not some young, stupid ass whore that clearly wants you in her bed!” she screamed.

“We haven’t worked in close proximity in over a year Ava” Samuel corrected her. “Maya had other ideas that I should have taken more seriously but I did not and yes the vacation was a mirage and maybe even a delicate way to smooth it over and tell you at the same time,” he told her. “Huh?” he said, confused by her words. How was that so, he was a good husband he hardly did wrong but every now and again he makes a minor mistake. As she slapped him, his expression changed and he looked down at the floor, she’d never hit him before, and he didn’t know how to take the aggressive way she’d done so. It was hurtful, did he deserve it? “What?” he said at her lasting statement as he looked up at her “Maya is a lesbian, Ava” he said.

“A lesbian?” Ava responded out of shock, her neck jerking back a little. “Really?” she asked him, softening a little, feeling extremely bad for hitting him. “She’s always lingering around and remember that one party we had, she couldn’t keep her eyes off you, I was watching her!” she said trying to make sense of it all.

Samuel looked to his wife “she’s only dated women as long as I’ve known her. She’s the manliest woman I know” he said his eyes to the floor. “I am sure that wasn’t the case…”

Ava sat back down confused now. “If she wasn’t looking at you, then…” she trailed off as it hit her. “She was looking at me, I was on your arm the whole evening…” she said thinking it over. “Wow…”

Samuel furrowed his brows “huh?” he said to his wife, he didn’t know if that was true. Maya was his friend she wouldn’t secretly lust after her this whole time right before his eyes.

Ava began to laugh softly because all of this was just so ridiculous. Shaking her head, she moved to stand up, walking over to his husband she looked up at him with soft eyes. “This whole thing is stupid,” she said speaking of their argument. “I’m so sorry for hitting you baby,” she said honestly. “I just… I was so frustrated…” she admitted as she gently reached up and caressed his cheek.

As she laughed, he stood there, Samuel didn’t find the humor in any of it but often he didn’t. At her comment he stood there silently, she said she was sorry but that didn’t make him feel less like a little bitch.

Gazing up at her husband, Ava leaned up on her toes, kissing his cheek gently. “Baby, I’m so sorry,” she breathed once more, honestly feeling bad about hitting him. “Did you give Luca his medicine this morning?” she asked him, that still on her mind.

“I took it out for him yes” Samuel said ignoring her second apology as he stood there.

“Hmm,” Ava said softly, “I don’t think he took it,” she said gently. “He’s bouncing off the walls,” she told her husband as she stroked his beard lovingly.

“Okay” Samuel said back to her “it’s too late for him to take it now…”

“Well yeah…” Ava said knowingly with a sigh as she continued to stroke her husband’s beard. “Just gotta make sure he takes it tomorrow.”

“Will do” Samuel breathed to her as he pulled her hands away from his beard, moving to retreat from the office all together.

As Samuel pulled away from her, Ava frowned. “Sam…” she sighed out gently as she followed behind him. “Baby, I’m sorry,” she pleaded.

“I know, I know” Samuel said in response to her, he got it she was sorry. “Doesn’t make me feel any better though” he told “I’ve never put my hands on you,” he said.

Frowning, Ava looked down as the floor. “I know,” she whispered. She was honestly ashamed of herself. She let jealousy and a little bit of upset pull her out of her character. “I can’t apologize enough,” she said knowingly. “I don’t know what came over me…”

“I think I am just going to go to sleep now, if it’s okay with you?” Samuel said to his wife.

Ava’s frown deepened even more but she nodded slowly. “Of course, baby…” she said in the tiniest voice ever. “I’ll be up in a bit,” she whispered even softer.

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Hate to Love

INVOLVED: Blue Evans and Samuel Evans TIME FRAME: Wednesday, May 20, 2020 LOCATION: Evans’ Residence; Seattle, Washington SUMMARY: Roughly a week after the big argument between Blue and Samuel, and Ava ended up in the hospital, Blue finally confronts her father to no avail.

Running her fingers through her loose curls, Blue let out a deep and tired sigh as she laid out in the backyard on a blanket. She had just gotten off the phone with Ariel, who had been telling her over and over again that she needed to sit down and have a real conversation with her dad, instead of just continuing to avoid him around the house as she had been doing. It had been about a week now since her mother’s heart attack and she just didn’t want to cause any more problems. What had happened was already enough. Her feelings were hurt, but her feelings didn’t matter. Sighing once more, she threw her arm over her eyes as she continued to lay there.

Samuel made himself a mug and poured himself some coffee, filling the cup up before he placed the coffee pot back on the plate. He opened the fridge and poured himself some creamer into the mug as well before he grabbed a spoon and stirred the two items together. Samuel placed the coffee mug back and grabbed the newspaper he picked up. In the past week he’d fallen silent again and felt more relaxed when he wasn’t around everyone, though he’d chosen to work from home since Mercedes hospital release. He took a sip of the coffee gently as he moved for a place to hide which wasn’t as easy as you’d think.

Blue grunted at herself as she sat up, dropping her arm from her face. She sighed harshly as she stood up and grabbed her outside blanket, shaking it out a bit. Folding it up in her arms, she slid her phone into the pocket of her sweats and walked towards the house. Entering slowly, she looked at him as he moved out of the kitchen and she said, “dad…”

Samuel took another sip and he turned around slightly. “Hm?” he said, he was fast but not quick enough. He could have been in his office by now had he walked faster and not been reading the paper so hard. He looked up at her slowly before he looked back down, it was hard to take in their faces and gazes these days. He wasn’t the best father he could be, he knew it, and they knew it. It was hard to face.

Blue didn’t really make eye contact with the man as she said, “we should probably talk…” Licking her pink lips, she shifted on her feet as she stared off in the distance. Being the bigger person was so hard, but she was going to try and do it for the sake of her mother and at her girlfriend's insistence.

Samuel looked at Blue and nodded his head, “okay,” he told her. “That’s fine,” he added as she shifted on his feet gently. He’d been avoiding this for quite some time, but he guessed that truly they needed to do so.

Nodding a bit, Blue moved into the living room and she laid her blanket aside before she looked at him, vaguely gesturing for him to lead the way to wherever he had been walking to when she entered the house.

Samuel watched her and then he nodded her head slowly moving towards his in-home office as he was before. He opened the door and allowed her to come in behind him before he closed the door shut behind them. He didn’t allow people into the space, so this happened to be something very new for him and probably her to. He sat down at his desk and sat the newspaper down, along with the mug.

Blue slid her hands into her pockets as she followed behind her father, moving into the in-home office. She moved over to a chair and sat down, her hands in her lap as she looked around the office, her tongue rolling over her lips again. Her jaw was set as she moved her eyes to look at her dad, her knee bouncing a bit.

Samuel looked at Blue and said “well” to her easily as he rested his hands in his lap. He watched her before he picked his mug up with one hand and drank some coffee down. “Is it about your mom?” he questioned her.

Gazing at her father, Blue blinked slowly at his question and she shifted slightly, feeling very uncomfortable. “Why do you hate me?” she asked him out-right. This wasn’t how she wanted to start the conversation, but it was just heavy on her chest. She needed to know. He didn’t treat anyone else in the house the way he treated her, and he claimed it was because of her attitude but she mainly stayed to herself in the house. She was always consumed with something else rather it was being on the phone with her girlfriend, locked in her room watching a movie, or something. Always. Yes, she harbored a bit of an attitude from time to time, but she didn’t ever truly mean any harm and everyone knew that but him apparently.

At her word Samuel scrunched his brow. “I think you misconstrue my love and discipline for hate,” he said, shaking his head at her. “I could never hate you Blue you are my child, my first born. You gave me my title,” he told her seriously.

Blue shifted in the seat once more and she looked away from him, “no, you clearly hate me.” She said to him, “why?” she asked him once more. “Why do you treat me like the scum of the earth in this house?” she questioned him, her knee still bouncing.

“I don’t know why you are saying this Blue” Samuel said seriously “because I am hard on you, I hate you?” he asked her. “Is that what you think?” he asked. “Because I treat just the same as I treat the others in the house”.

Shaking her head, Blue looked at her father. “You absolutely do not treat Siena, Phoenix, and Luca the way that you treat me,” she told him easily. “Are you that blind to your own actions?” she asked him seriously. “I breathe and to you I have an attitude,” she said, looking away from him again. “Just tell me… what is it?” she asked him.

“I barely was home before I quit” Samuel said to her with a heavy sigh, “how could I find the time to ‘bully’ you around?” he wondered. When she went on, he shook his head “you changed not me” he told her. “I’ve been the same man my whole life, since before you were born. Nothing has changed” he said with a shrug. “You changed; you got a chip on your shoulder. Dating chicks?” he asked her with a raised brow. “You always talk about how you don’t care and how much we annoy you as family members. How did this become the dad hates me show?”

Blue arched an eyebrow at her father. Him barely being home at one point in time was part of the problem and as he went on, saying that she changed, she snorted softly. She grew up. She wasn’t a 5-year-old little girl anymore. It was life. As he mentioned her dating women, her eyes went a bit wide and she pointed at him. “There it is. Exactly that,” she said harshly. “Dating chicks,” she repeated him. “My being gay bothers you so much,” she said shaking her head. “That is when you changed. When you started treating me differently. After I came out,” she huffed. “That is when you started hating me,” she told him, ignoring all else because yes, her siblings got on her nerves and she talked shit, but she absolutely loved and adored her sisters and her brother. She was always there for them. No matter what. She talked a big game about how she didn’t care but those were just words, her actions clearly proved differently. His on the other hand countered all of his words in the worst way.

Samuel looked at her as she butted in giving her spill and her thoughts about what she felt happened between them. Samuel sat back in his chair and he picked his coffee mug up taking a long sip of the hot liquid and he sat it back down with a slow shake of his head.

Blue leaned forward now, staring at her father. “Say something,” she told him. “Tell me that I am wrong…” she huffed slightly. “Why does my sexuality bother you? You’re the only one that seems to care in this house,” she told him with a slight throw of her hands.

Samuel looked back at Blue as she commanded him to say something and he continued to stare at her. “It wasn’t what I envisioned,” he said to her with a slight head shake. “I had visions of walking you down the aisle way before you could walk, grandkids, the whole shebang. I get that these people are so innovative” he said using air quotes. “Love is love and all this stuff” he told her “but do you date women because you love them or despise being what we would want you to be. Is it a jab at us?” he asked her “sticking it to the man, being the only odd one out?” he challenged. “You go from one extreme to the next and I am supposed to take you seriously….” he said. “Don’t conform to whatever it doesn’t matter anymore. My judgement nor my thoughts matter. You do what you want either way” he chuckled “why are we even having this conversation right now” he asked her. “If I get on my hands and knees it would never be enough for you and then tomorrow you’ll be flicking me off behind my back just to get some chuckles from the low life jerks you call friends, this beyond a girl thinking she likes girls….”

Blue sat back as he finally began to speak and she listened to him, shaking her head a bit. What you envisioned, she said in her head. This was sick. What he thought about her was sick. “Wow…” she breathed out when he was done and she sunk down in the chair, blinking slowly at him. “Why are some parents like this man…” she said chuckling bitterly as she shook her head more. “What you envision for my life?” she questioned him. “I completely understand wanting to walk me down the aisle and watching me having children and alladat,” she said, “that is not out of the question,” she told him, “but maybe I don’t want any of those things. What if I don’t want to get married?” she asked him. “That’s not me sticking it to the so-called man that's just me making a decision about my life and my path,” she said bitterly. “I don’t know why parents think that kids have to live their lives by their standards and what they want for their kids… that is toxic,” she told him looking away. “Contrary to whatever you might think, my interest in women has absolutely nothing to do with you or anyone else for what matter, why would it? Does your interest in mom have anything to do with anyone else's opinions or thoughts?” she questioned him. “Did you marry her to shove it in your brother’s faces?” she asked him with a questioning expression. “Probably not,” she said, “my gayness has nothing to do with anyone but me and what I find myself attracted to,” she told him with a head shake. “I don’t know how you think that is a jab at you,” she snorted out. “The world does not revolve around you dad,” she told him. “And as far as we go, do you truly realize how many times I’ve actually tried to spend time with you?” she asked him. “Perfect example, homecoming this school year, I asked you to take me shopping for a suit to impress Ariel and you couldn’t even do that. You kept blowing me off to the point where mom finally just took me,” she told him, blinking slowly. “So please don’t with that mess, I have tried to have an actual father-daughter bond with you…”

“Okay then live your life Blue. I am not stopping you from doing anything, you are free to do as you please. You are grown, I often forget that,” Samuel said as he took a sip from his coffee cup. “Not my brother’s face no” he said with a shrug “I never deserved your mother, I married her to prove it to myself that I could do everything she needs and I think I have done a pretty good job at that” he told her. “And contrary to popular belief no one wanted to see me with your mother, you know the whole black and white thing” he said as she sat the cup down. “You made your argument; you are gay. I accept that. It won’t change, I understand. As your parent I should support you, no problem” he said.

Blue gazed at her father and she blinked slowly as she shifted in the seat once more. Listening to him, she couldn’t help but to agree. He absolutely did not deserve her mother but without them being together there would be no her, or her siblings. Sighing deeply, Blue drug her fingers through her hair. Shaking her head, a bit. “Right,” she said as she moved to stand up. She shoved her hands in her pockets. She didn’t even know why she tried to talk to him. At the least, she could tell Ariel that she tried. “Good talk dad…” she said sarcastically as she moved to leave.

Samuel looked at Blue and he dropped his head resting it in his hands, why didn’t people ever understand what he meant when he said it. She sighed heavily, that would just be one more thing to add to the other countless things.

Walking out of the room, Blue closed the door behind her and pulled her phone from her pocket to call Ariel back. She moved back outside, leaning her blanket on the couch. Stepping out on the patio, she called Ariel placing the phone to her ear, before he moved out into the grass of their massive backyard. She climbed up the slide of Luca’s play set and laid in there, basically hiding.