notes: tj’s a lil slut for ya, alexander’s next (/j.. or maybe not?), how do you write southern accents!!!:!:!, there’s a fluffier version, i swear!
Oh, your poor, poor husband. He had returned from his work; being the Secretary of State. You knew how hard his job could get.
Thomas had slumped on the couch, his hands covering his eyes in exhaustion. “Fuck,” He whispered, his tone of voice not like the man you once knew.
You came over to him, sitting beside him. “Dear? What has gotten you so.. worked up?” You ask, holding his chin up for him to face you.
His eyes softy lit up when he saw you, gaze softening. “Nothing you need to worry about, darlin’.”
You pout, knowing he wouldn’t budge unless you executed an action plan. A bulb went off your head. Aha!
He lifts a brow, wondering what you’re planning to do next. He knows you’re going to do something.. out of the ordinary, to say the least.
— He’d been dealing with a certain Alexander Hamilton, issuing his debt plan into action. He was exxxHAUSTED, as you can.. already, probably tell.
“Come onnnn,” You pout, giving him the best you could possibly attempt to try to persuade him into telling.
“Oh, come on, darlin’. I don’t wanna worry you..” Your uncharacteristically tired husband held your hand.
“But of course, I would. I’m your partner, Thomas, I should know what’s going on so that I could..”
“..make you feel better.” You say with the most innocent tone, your hands traveling to his lap and caressing it.
His breath hitches. Fuck, he loved it when you tease him. It makes him feel.. safe.
“It seems like you’re enjoying the show already, Thomas.” You say as you kneel down on the floor, both hands caressing his inner thighs.
His eyes widen. He could feel his growing erection go hard. Fuck.. you just looked so.. alluring. It made him wanna—
His thoughts cut off as you unbuttoned his dark magenta pantaloons, revealing his undergarments. You could only remember how big he was—and it wasn’t even his actual dick—it was only his pants.
You take off the last of his clothing, revealing his long, thick, and hard cock.
“Let me treat you tonight, darling..” You say, putting his tip in your mouth. Your tongue swirls and licks his tip.
His eyes roll back as he groans, hips bucking up. His brown curls bounce as he writhed and shivers under your touch. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.. ah..” He groans.
You took him in deeper. His head went back, hands went down to his own thighs. You held his hand, squeezing it.
The contrast of affection made his brain go haywire. You weren’t even close to being done yet, taking him in deeper, but..
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.. ‘m close, love.. ah.. yes.. hmf..” Thomas whispered with a needy tone.
“Ah-ah-ah. Not yet.” You pull out.
He whines. “But.. love..”
“Nope. Nada. None.” You smirk.
You stroke his dick, slow.. sensual.. strokes. You notice the way his eyes roll back, holding back whimpers and moans. “Come on, darling.. more vocal?” You pleaded, purposefully putting on a more demanding tone, testing his reaction.
And boy, you were right.
“Mhh.. ah.. fuck.. ngh.. yes.. more..” Your husband groans, biting his lip in need.
“More? More what, dear?” You purposefully stop.
He whines again. “Darlin’.. please.. can’t take it..”
“Oh? You can’t? Okay, I’ll stop..” You turn away—but he grabs your hand. He looks at you in need, eyes practically glowing with lust.
“What?” You chuckle with mirth. “You said you wanted to stop..” You reason with him, earning a more whiny pout.
“Daaarrrliiin’..” He whimpers.
“Oh, fine..” You start again, this time—
Using your mouth.
Your pretty little mouth.. so good for taking him in. He can feel the pool of heat coming within him. You could tell, too.
“Darlin’..” He breathes out.
“You can cum.” Those words made him break.
He came inside your mouth, his cum flowing through your throat. His body shook with lust as you felt his juices stop.
You chuckle at his exhausted state.
“Aww, my little Tommy’s tired?” You get up, standing in front of him. You tilt his face up, your hand on his cheek. You could feel his sweat.
I wish someone could make me another TJ fic….specifically my favorite writer
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[MCGA] Thomas Jefferson Jr. (TJ) x Reader
Contains: Fluff, Cuddling, kisses
A/N: I was literally sitting in my desk sipping a cup of tea SPILT IT but then had a idea for this request 💔 sadly my notes got ruined but dw it was worth it
Tags: @loveleyyymari @mirrorot @the-tardis-irl
Summary: Cuddles and Tea
╰┈➤˗ˏˋ ⌞Magnus Chase Masterlist⌝ ˎˊ˗
Floor Nineteen was unusually quiet tonight. No screaming matches between Halfborn and Mallory. No sounds of weapons clashing down the hall. Just the low murmur of the television and the crackling fireplace warming your bedroom in Hotel Valhalla.
T.J. sat comfortably sunk into the couch beside you, one arm securely wrapped around your shoulders while the other rested lazily across his lap. Both of you wore the ugliest sweaters imaginable. His had the initials “T.J.” plastered proudly across the front, while the back displayed a terribly knitted rifle that looked more like a crooked stick than an actual weapon. Yours wasn’t much better, your own initials stitched unevenly into the fabric with a messy recreation of your weapon sprawled across the back so unrecognizable that nobody would’ve guessed what it was supposed to be unless you explained it first.
They were absolutely horrendous which was exactly why the two of you adored them especially knowing you’d made the sweaters for each other by hand “You know,” T.J. murmured thoughtfully, glancing down at your sweater, “I believe yours might qualify as a war crime.” You gasped dramatically. “Coming from the man who has a gun on his sweater", T.J. laughed softly under his breath, the sound warm enough to melt straight into your chest.
The TV continued playing some random Midgard sitcom neither of you were actually paying attention to anymore. You were too comfortable curled against him, head resting near his shoulder while his thumb lazily rubbed circles against your arm.
Eventually, T.J. shifted slightly. “I’m gonna make some tea.” Instantly your grip tightened around him “Nooo,” you whined, dragging the word out as you buried your face into his sweater. “Stay here.” “I’ll be back in two minutes.” “That is far too long.” T.J. chuckled quietly. “I accept this challenge.” Before you could protest again, he leaned down and pressed a quick kiss against your forehead. Then another against your cheek just because he knew it would make you smile.
You groaned dramatically anyway as he stood up, though the grin pulling at your lips completely ruined the act. From the couch, you watched him move around the kitchenette in his old blue military coat, thrown over the ridiculous sweater, carefully preparing the tea with practised ease. There was something unfairly endearing about it. T.J. always carried himself with this natural confidence, this steady warmth that made every room feel safer the second he stepped into it.
Then he caught you staring “What?” he asked with a small smile. You only pulled your knees closer to your chest, smiling right back at him. “Nothin’. I just like lookin’ at you.” T.J. paused for half a second, clearly trying not to look too pleased with himself. “Well,” he cleared his throat, “that is mighty kind of you to say.” “You’re adorable.” “I fought in the Civil War.” “And you’re still adorable.” He shook his head, laughing softly as he carried the mugs over.
The moment he handed you yours, you happily took a sip, humming at the warmth before immediately leaning back into his side again. Neither of you touched the tea much after that.
The mugs eventually sat forgotten on the coffee table while the two of you ended up tangled together beneath a blanket, exchanging lazy kisses between quiet laughter and half-finished conversations. Every now and then T.J. would smile against your lips like he couldn’t help himself.
Loud running echoed down the hallway outside followed by what sounded suspiciously like Halfborn yelling something incomprehensible. You immediately snorted, already recognising the chaos brewing somewhere on the floor T.J. sighed deeply. “Peace was nice while it lasted.” “Just ignore it, love you”, you mumbled sleepily, curling closer into him.
A fond expression softened across his face instantly. One of his hands gently rested against yours while he pressed one last kiss to your temple. “Mm,” he whispered quietly, voice warm as the fire beside you, “love you too.”
I have recently been watching the Netflix series Manifest and have fell in love with it. I will now write for some of the characters and requests are appreciated. I have also only watched up to episode 4 of season 2 so no spoilers please.
Edit: I have watched all of the episodes so, I will be taking smut requests for Cal too.
Will write for:
Ben Stone.
Michael Stone. (Sorry if I spelled her name wrong.)
Zeke Landon.
Cal Stone.
TJ.
Olive Stone.
I will do smut. Just not for Cal unless I age him up.
A/N: written for @the-ss-horniest-book-club , inspired by the prompt below from @littledarlinhavefaithinme. Huuuge thank you to Allie @hawksmagnolia for all the help and support on this one, helping me with plot points, and making this lovely moodboard. ❤️❤️ TJ is a soft precious bby and I love him, and I'll be definitely be writing more parts for this💕
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Amber light streamed into the car from the street lamps above as TJ gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles, trying to calm his racing heartbeat. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been sitting here, parked just down the street from her house, at nearly one in the morning. His mind wouldn’t stop running, he didn’t even remember the drive here, which added to his panic. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t focus, he felt pulled in a thousand directions. He forced himself to look at her house, to notice the details about the roof, the porch, the shrubs that lined the pathway down to the street. It was familiar, he’d walked that path before.
This time, however, he couldn’t get himself to move.
“Go, fuck,” he hissed into the darkness. He hated himself right now, how he couldn’t even get out of the goddamn car on his own. Pathetic.
“Fucking go, you coward!”
Squeezing his eyes shut, he finally got himself to release the wheel, wrenched the door open and scrambled out of the car, slamming the door behind him. He took off towards the house and didn’t stop running until he reached the front door, hammering the doorbell several times before he could stop himself and run away.
Then he waited. Fidgeting, panting, closing his eyes again and clenching his fists.
Help me.
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“Coming! Hold on!”
You hurried down the hall towards your front door, pulling a robe over your sleep shirt and shorts, cursing whoever was frantically ringing your doorbell at 1am. Yanking the door open, the rant died on your lips and you were shocked to see TJ standing there, of all people. He was a mess; red eyes, dishevelled hair, looking hopeless and on the verge of panic.
“TJ? Oh my god, what are you doing here?”
“I-I didn't know where else to go…” his voice trailed off, small, defeated, and you reached out to grab his wrist, fearing he might run if you waited even one more second.
You pulled him inside and wrapped your arms around him while he leaned into you, arms hanging down by his sides. You held him tight and stroked his hair, trying to provide comfort.
He'd been here before, outside of your sessions, that's not what surprised you. What surprised you was that he'd shown up here in the middle of the night, completely on his own, out of the blue. It must have been really bad today.
TJ started leaning his full weight against you, and you carefully lowered the both of you down to the floor. He curled up against you and tucked his head under your chin, and you instinctively started rubbing his back. You just held him, and you’re not sure how long you sat there before you could finally feel him starting to relax.
“What do you need, honey? You wanna talk about it?” You kept your voice gentle, soft, not wanting to add to his panic. He shrugged, and you could feel his warm breath and his soft-as-sin lashes against your chest. You held him tighter, trying to shield him from the whole world in your arms.
“It’s safe here,” he finally spoke, so quietly you almost didn’t hear him. “I’m losing control… I can’t stop it.” He sounded so helpless and defeated that your heart was breaking. The fact that he came here, to your house, to you, at his most desperate hour, spoke volumes.
“I’m so glad you came here TJ, I don’t even care what time it is.” You meant it to be soothing, to be a sentiment, but TJ misunderstood, and suddenly pulled sharply away from you.
“Shit. I shouldn’t have come here, this isn’t your burden.” His eyes were wide with panic again and he tried to jump up, but you caught his wrist at the last second and held it with everything you had.
“Stop.” The word came out more biting than you intended, but it worked, stopping him in his tracks. He stared at you, wide-eyed, and your grip on his wrist tightened, pulling him back down to your level. He dropped to his knees and you held his face in your hands, forcing his eyes to meet yours.
“No. You do not get to come to me like this and then take off right away without letting me help you. Let. Me. Help you.” Your eyes flicked back and forth between his, searching, waiting and praying for him to come back to you. TJ was prone to panic attacks and rash decisions, and you were beyond grateful that he’d come here so that you could help him through it. But now, he had to fucking let you help him.
TJ blinked a few times as he processed your words and slowly raised shaking hands to grasp your wrists. A hundred emotions flashed through his eyes before they closed and he leaned into you again, letting out a shuddering breath against your skin.
“I’m just so fucking lost, every goddamn day is a struggle, I’m loosing my grip, I’m exhausted. I - I can't do this anymore.” When you felt hot tears against your skin, that did it for you, and your own tears that had been threatening to fall finally did. You lifted his chin and held his face again, but his eyes flicked away, ashamed of admitting the depth of his struggles to you. As if you hadn’t already known. But this was different, this was raw and real and off the record. This was in the moment.
“Look at me TJ.” Another sharp delivery and his eyes slowly slid up to yours. He looked so defeated. “I’m glad you’re here. Okay? You’re not a burden.”
A beat passed and you held each other's gaze for a moment, your eyes flicking down to his mouth and back, his doing the same, before he was crushing his lips to yours and leaning into you, desperately trying to hold onto something tangible. You kissed him back, all your emotions pouring into it, trying to show him that he did mean something to you, that you cared. He was hurting, but he kissed you with a fervor that was fighting to break free, and you yearned to help him. But you had to keep him from running.
An idea struck you and you pulled back slightly, still cupping his cheek, searching his eyes. He blinked, lips parted and swollen, cupped his hand over yours to keep that connection.
"Do you trust me?" You whispered. You knew he did, it was himself he didn't trust. TJ nodded, and you moved to stand, guiding him to his feet with you. His hand still clasped in yours, you led him down the hall, away from the doors he would normally go through, and up the stairs to your private home. Once inside you closed and locked the door, then turned and pressed your body against him, gently urging him back against the wall. His lips found yours again and his hands circled into your robe and to your waist, fingers gently fumbling around the hem of your shirt. Your breath hitched once he touched your skin, and you let a soft moan escape your mouth, encouraging him.
TJ lifted his hands to your shoulders to push the robe off, and it fell to the floor, along with his jacket. You pulled away briefly to get another look at his eyes and the way he looked back at you, with a spark of hunger, made your stomach flip with excitement. He cupped your cheek again and pulled you back in, almost possessively, and for a moment you were proud of him.
It only lasted a moment though because soon you were both stripping each other’s clothes off, desperate to get hands on skin. When you were down to your underwear you led him to the bedroom and pushed him down onto the bed, then slowly peeled your panties off, hips rolling side to side. TJ's eyes were wide, glued to your movements. You pushed them down your legs and stepped out, bare before him now, crawling onto the bed. You were happy to see that he finally looked a little more relaxed, the tiniest of smirks pulling at the corner of his mouth.
“Do you trust me?” you asked him again. He nodded and responded, his voice hushed but a little more confident.
“Yes.” You leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to his lips before sliding off the bed and moving to grab something out of your dresser. Turning back to face him, you pulled a strand of silky fabric through your hands, letting it glide between your fingers. TJ raised an eyebrow, but he didn’t move, which was a mini win in your mind. You crawled back onto the bed and nibbled your bottom lip, watching his eyes as you straddled his legs.
“Give me your hands,” a gentle command, but TJ obliged without hesitation. You took his hands in yours and slowly wrapped the scarf around his wrists, looping it over and around, binding them together. Your heart was racing, and you wondered if his was too as he watched you work. You raised his hands to your lips and pressed kisses over his fingers, his knuckles, and he followed your movements again with soft eyes. It made your heart leap to see him looking more calm, more relieved, and you couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face.
You leaned in to kiss him again, urging him back against the pillows as you guide his arms up above his head. His mouth only left yours for a second as he raised them, and you smiled against his lips, wrapping the end of the scarf around your headboard, securing it tightly. You pulled back to examine your work and TJ bit his lip as he tested the binding, pulling at it just a little bit. You both smiled, yours slightly more devious, but you could see the spark in his eyes and it made your heart soar. If you could help him navigate the darkness by finding a way to get him out of his own head, you were more than happy to try.
“Are you comfortable, sweetheart?” You cupped his cheek and stroked it gently with your thumb, and TJ nodded, leaning into your touch again, nibbling his lip in anticipation. You trailed your fingers up his arm to test the bindings, gently fingering the silk, ghosting your fingers over his skin. Goosebumps were forming already from your light touches, and you looked forward to making him feel even better. You kissed him once more and he was hungry for it, licking into your mouth, gentle moans rumbling up from his chest.
You trailed kisses over TJ’s jaw, to his throat, lingering over his pulse point before continuing downward. Gentle kisses along his collar bones, over his chest and down his stomach, abs flexing under your light touches. He moaned again, the sweetest sound, it was soft and needy and it shot straight to your core. You were trying to put his needs and care before your own, but you couldn’t deny your desire for him either, TJ was charming and downright gorgeous, and had a knack for making a partner feel like they were the most important person in the world.
As you trailed your lips further down, fingers ghosting along his sides, he started squirming, whimpering as your tongue traced along his hips. You peeked back up at his face, his eyes were closed, lips parted, and he looked perfectly beautiful. Hooking your fingers into the waistband of his boxers, you slid them down over his hips and out of the way, finally freeing his cock from its confines. He squirmed more as you teased him, your lips going everywhere except where he needed you. He was murmuring and rolling his hips, trying to get your mouth on him, and when you finally licked a hot stipe up the underside of his cock he whined loudly and his back arched off the bed.
“Ahh, fuck baby, yes…” You took him all the way into your mouth now, and his eyes shot open with a gasp, before he dropped his head back to the pillow with another moan. He tugged on the binding, arms flexing deliciously, and you felt him twitch in your mouth, loving that boundary set for him. You knew he wanted to touch you, any time you’d had him in your mouth before his hands always ended up tight in your hair, and while you longed for his hands on you now, you knew this limit was good for him. He’d come to you tonight begging for your help, and while this maybe wasn’t what he’d had in mind, it was keeping him occupied and keeping his mind out of that dark place. You’d tie him up and hold him tight as much as he needed if it meant he felt safe.
You hummed around him and swallowed him down until he bumped against the back of your throat and the sound it pulled from him was fucking music to your ears. Sure he’d bared his soul to you before, but the vulnerability he’d show in the bedroom always made your heart melt. You swirled your tongue around him as you moved your mouth up and down the length of his cock and you could tell he was close. Speeding up your motions you smoothed your hands up his thighs and along his sides, then dragged your nails gently back down the planes of his stomach. Soon TJ started mumbling under his breath and seconds later he tensed all over with a gasp and shot his hot climax straight down your throat. Moaning around him, practically purring, you grasped his hips and dug your fingertips in, holding him tight, milking him for everything he had as he rode out the waves of his orgasm.
Pulling off him gently, TJ’s eyes fluttered open and he looked utterly spent. Flushed cheeks and chest, he was panting and sweaty, his eyes followed the motions of your tongue along your lips as you liked them clean. He pulled on the bindings again with a whine, trying to reach out and touch you, grunting in frustration.
“You okay sweetheart?” You crawled over him again to press your lips to his, voice dripping sweetness as you checked in on him. He kissed you back, hungry, desperate, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth as a tiny show of defiance. You pulled back and smirked at him, lightly patting his cheek. “Answer me honey.”
“Yeah baby,” he croaked, his eyes still hungry. His hips rolled up against yours and you smiled, sitting upright, splaying your hands on his chest. You wanted him as badly as he wanted you, and while you wanted to tease him more and make him squirm, you were aching for more of him.
“What do you want sweetheart?”
“I want you,” TJ gasped, clenching his hands into fists. “I need you. Please baby.” You nearly purred out loud as he started begging.
“Oh honey, you want me so bad don’t you?” You cupped his cheek and your heart soared as he nuzzled into it, nodding and looking up at you through his lashes, his plea barely a whisper.
“Please…”
Oh god. He looked so beautiful and needy and he was absolutely loving being tied down. Looking at him sent a fresh spark straight to your core and you backed your hips right onto his needy cock without being able to wait another second.
TJ tried to hold eye contact, he really did, but as soon as you moved your hips down and your dripping wetness slid around his cock he couldn’t help the desperate, carnal moan that tore from his throat. His hips bucked hard into yours and his back arched and it was so hot that you wanted to remember this, the way he looked beneath you, as long as you lived. You started rocking your hips, angling them so he’d reach as deep as he could and soon you were both writhing and moaning and it was glorious. Throwing your head back you ground down on him, your moans and his both filling the room. Nothing else mattered in this moment, you controlled the pace and the pressure and it was exactly what you both needed.
“Baby,” TJ’s shuddering voice drew you back and folded over him, bracing yourself on one arm and carding your hand through his hair with your other. He was close again - so were you - and you held his gaze until his head dropped back again and his eyes fell closed, burying your face in his neck as he came with a shuddering gasp that trailed off into a moan. Even with his wrists bound above his head, TJ writhed and moaned and bucked his hips into you as he rode through his climax and it was enough to push you over the edge too. Wrapping your arms around his neck you whined into his ear, wrapping yourself around him, needing him as much as he needed you in that moment.
The two of you lay panting, trying to catch your breath. You rolled over to your side and reached up to undo the scarf from the bedframe, but left it wrapped around TJ’s wrists for the moment. You pulled him close and he brought his hands down to stroke your cheek, sighing at the relief of finally being able to move his arms.
“How you doin’?” you whispered, wrapping your leg over his hip and stroking his cheek, and then his back. His eyes flicked between yours and he looked satisfied, comfortable.
“‘M so good, baby, thank you.” His voice was soft, heavy with sleep already. He reached to kiss your lips, and it was soft and gentle and full of feeling, the kind reserved for lovers. Your heart flip flopped again and you pulled the blanket up around you both, content to drift off to sleep with him safe in your arms.
This is for the HBC Surprise Drabble Challenge, the prompt I picked is ‘Friends With Benefits’ with TJ Hammond. @the-ss-horniest-book-club. Just something silly that poped in my head. Sorry for any mistakes encountered.
Word count: 2497
Warning: angst, mention of smut, fluff
gift not mine
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You wake up slowly, head pounding with the remainder of yesterday's party.
You screwed your eyes shut tightly and turned slightly around, burring your head deeper into the silk sheets of the pillow. A heady musk, not entirely unfamiliar, permeated your senses until you felt it. Or rather, until you felt him.
Drunken memories from last night came rushing to you once you felt his heavy harm wrap around your middle and pull you closer to him.
TJ. Your best friend, the one you had vowed to never fuck again because being friends with benefits with him was nothing but trouble. Because being friends with h meant you had to suppress your feelings because he was just making sure he was still gay.
You two had started being friends with benefits last year but had paused it because he wanted to date a guy, so you stoped and vowed yourself you wouldn't do it again. And here you are, trying to get out from under his vice grip on you and collect your scattered clothes to put them on hastily to try and sneak out. But your efforts are proven useless when you hear him turning on the bed and groggily call out to you by your nickname.
"(Y/N/N), came back to bed, babe, it's too early." He rasped, scrunching up his face when he opens his eyes right in a sunbeam. You take a moment to look at him sprawled on the bed, waiting for you to join him once more.
Taking a deep breath with a shake of your head you tell him " I can't stay, I'm gonna be late for work." And rush out of his apartment, putting your uncomfortable heels on the way out and not giving him a chance to talk you out of it.
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The rest of the morning goes by fast, only leaving you enough time to go home for a shower and a change of clothes before you have to go into your shift at the café. Your head is killing you throughout your entire shift, the heavy pulsating behind your eyelids reminding you not to follow TJ into one of his rabbit holes of booze ever again.
Last night had been a mistake. You shouldn't have let him seduce you into having sex with him. Not when you had told him that last time would have been last time. You had ignored all his calls, firing an angry message his way saying you were busy at work and he was distracting you. That had made him stop, suspiciously fast and your slowly increasing mood came crashing when he walking in the cafe and sat in one of the tables in your section.
You take a deep breath and go to him, notepad on the ready, "What can I get you?"
"Well, for starters I would like to know why are you avoiding me, and then I would like a coffee, I have a killer headache and the coffee you make is the only I like to drink." He's looking at you with a mixture of pissed off and slight pain in his face. Your hands lower, fingers barely keeping their grasp on the notepad.
"I'm at work TJ, I can't just stop to go and talk on the phone, I've already been reprimanded for being late enough times, I don't want to also get fired." you huff a small puff of breath and half turn from his table "I'll get you your coffee."
TJ doesn't leave the cafe, even after he's done with his third cup of coffee and the afternoon is giving way to the night. He will look your way occasionally, and you see what he's doing. He's waiting for your shift to end, giving you no way to escape the impending talk he wants to have.
The clock ticks by ever so slowly, and you finally let out a sigh when the coworker that will take the shift after yours arrives, making you dash to the small employer locker room to take off your apron and let your anxious heart beat for a while before having to face TJ.
He's waiting for you right outside the cafe door once you leave, almost scaring you in the process.
"TJ, you've been waiting all day just to talk to me, I'm sure you must have had better things to do with your day than wasting it with me." You start walking down the sidewalk, not looking back at him, knowing he'll just follow you until he get what he wants anyway.
"Why do you keep avoiding me?" he asks, his exasperated tone making his voice almost break at the end. "Why are you running away from me?"
You turn abruptly "I'M NOT…" you tug his arm pulling him to the side so no one can eavesdrop "I'm not running away from you TJ." you try to calm down, this outburst of emotions making you head race with thousands of things you would like to say, but you know you cant. "But you can't expect me to keep falling in your bed whenever you smile at me. We stopped being friends with benefits so we could date other people. Besides, I can't keep doing this."
"Doing what?"
"This!" you wave around the both of you, not looking into his eyes. "I can't keep being your sex buddy whenever you are too high or too drunk to get a dude to bone, or whenever you just want to assure yourself you are still gay." you know now you are just being cruel with your choice of words, but your heart his done being played with. If you can't have him, then you will have to stop deluding yourself just to get your heart broken once more whenever you wake up naken in his bed.
You can see if eyes start to shine, unspilled tears gathering in them.
"Is that really what you think we are? What you think I'm doing? Using you to…" he can't even will himself to say the words, his throat clogging up along with the tears that want to spill from his eyes. He shakes his head and takes a step away from you, your heart breaking for having made that look appear on his face. You whisper his name and try to reach for him, but he only shrugs away and takes one more step from you. "You know what? I won't bother you anymore." he turns around, ignoring your calls of his name, and soon he is completely out of your sight, leaving you stunned in the sidewalk.
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You can barely sleep that night, TJ won't answer any of your texts and you even rush to the club to see if he's there only to be barred by his security, telling you he didn't come there that night and that without him you couldn't go up to his office.
After days with no sighs from him, you are starting to get anxious, and all the more when Dougie leaves a voice mail with a frantic tone on the other side of the call.
"(Y/N), please you have to come over, TJ isn't doing any good, he won't leave his apartment and he won't even let me in. You're his best friend, you have to help him call him to reason." you rush out of work once you hear his call, and make your way to TJ's apartment as fast as you can.
You forego the elevator, deciding to climb the start two at a time would be faster, and run the length of the hallway into TJ's door, when you get there, completely out of breath you notice Dougie stand up from his stop on the floor.
"I'm glad you could make it (Y/N)." he hugs you tightly but when you stiffen he gets back to look at you, "What is it?"
"It's my fault…" you whisper barely audible.
"What?"
"I think it's my fault he's like this."
"What do you mean?"
"I said….. I said pretty nasty things last time we were together. I doubt he'll listen to me at all."
"We have to try it (Y/N), he hasn't been answering any of my calls, or even getting out of the apartment, but he's in there, I can hear him occasionally. So I know he asnt….overdosed" he whispers the last part, afraid of its implications.
" He's been getting better you know? He barely does it anymore. I know it's ideal, but it's better." you sigh, and shouldering off your purse and dropping it to the floor you reach closer to the door. You knock softly and wait for an answer that doesn't come. You look at Douglas, he looks at you as if saying 'told you so', and so you knock again, this time saying with a soft tone "It's (Y/N), TJ. I wanted to make sure you were okay in there… you haven't been taking my calls and I'm really worried about you."
A few seconds go by until you can faintly hear soft padding on the floor until they stop in front of the door. You know he's listening, even if he doesn't say anything or opens the door. You let out a shuddering breath before slipping down his door and sitting down on the floor, soon followed by Dougie, leaning on the wall by your left.
"I wanted to… I wanted to apologize for what I said the other day. For all of it." you hear a small snort on the other side of the door. Well at least he was somewhat whiling to hear you out or he would have left already. "I was a jerk, and I can now see that the words I used were not the best. I just…" you look shily to Dougie trying to keep things vague so that he doesn't get to know stuff he shouldn't. "I've known you my entire life, and we've been friends since forever. I've known things about you sometimes even before you knew them. I guess what I'm trying to say is, what I said to you last time, was just me trying to not get hurt. And I'm an idiot, so of course, I pushed you away. and I can't really say much more on it cuz Dougie is still here…" your rushed words were interrupted by the loud clicking of his bolt and you rushed to stand on your feet.
"I'm fine Dougie, ok? Just go home." TJ says, voice gruff from disuse and probably from crying if his red-rimmed eyes arent from something else. He grabs your hand and pulls you against him into his house "I promise I won't do anything stupid, besides, (Y/N/N) is here now to stop that from happening." he waits until his brother relents and nods, going down the hallway after a few seconds telling him to call him later so he would relax.
TJ pushed the door close and takes a few steps from you, almost as if just the close proximity hurt him. Then he moves to his couch and just slumps on it, hiding his face beneath his stretched arm. You are just standing still at the door, awkwardly shuffling your feet around.
"I'm sorry." you wring your hands together and give a tentative step forward stoping when TJ moves his head under his arm to look at you from the corner of his eye.
"I'm sorry too." that comes as a surprise to you.
"For what?"
"For the way I've made you feel. For how I made you feel like you were nothing more than just a checkup for my sexuality. I didn't realize that was how you felt."
"It…it isn't really…I… I was hurt and I just wanted to get out without having to talk about my feelings, so I just took the short cut of saying the first thing that came to mind."
"Guess we were both idiots then… not talking about our feelings and just… walking around them."
"Guess we should talk then." you say, getting the courage needed to walk up to the couch, raising his legs and sitting down, resting them on top of yours. "Were should we start?"
"Probably by the first time we even had sex."
"We were extremely drunk that night." you laugh, reminiscing of it. "I think we started making out at some bar and then just, went for it in the bathroom. And then again once we got home…" you are blushing with the memories of your first time together.
"And then after that, we just kept fucking whenever we got together. We never really talked about it, we just… went for it."
"Pretty much, yeah, we became friends with benefits after a drunk night, and then we just kept coming back to each other." he's looking at you now, while you are absentmindedly playing with his shoelaces.
"But you thought I was just reassuring myself over my sexuality?" his tone his hurt and you can see the wince he made before he managed to hide it.
"I just… I just thought you preferred guys, and so I was a bit hurt when mornings came around…" your voice is small, barely audible, and after a long silence, you finally look TJ in the eyes.
"Yeah, I do prefer guys, but you? you were the only girl that actually ever got my attention. We'd been friends since forever, and I guess I never really managed to separate what we had for love. For me, it was always clear, even when I didn't know what it was."
"I just thought that if I hid my feelings for you, we would be able to just be together, even if there was nothing more from it."
"So… we've been two idiots pinning for each other without admitting it."
"Oh no…" you giggled "I admitted it, just not to you." this prompts him to lightly slap your thigh laughing with you soon after.
"So… do you wanna try going steady? I mean we already do all of it, we fight, we have sex, we know each other's dirty secrets… But I'd like to be able to call you mine if you would like to call me yours." this makes you bite your lips for a few moments, looking at his baby blues until you nodded slowly, watching the grin break out on his plump lips.
"I would love that." once he hears those words he scrambles on the couch, straddling your hips and kissing you deeply, whispering sweet words while reassuring you you are everything he ever wanted and more.
You wake up in his bed the morning after, a sweet ache between your legs and a warm arm pulling you closer. It might have taken you both years to admit it that you loved each other, but you were happy to be finally waking up with TJ and be able to cuddle closer without having to sneak out afterward.
Warnings: Oral sex (fem-rec), mentions of alcohol.
A/N: For @the-ss-horniest-book-club drunk drabbles 💜
You're not quite sure how you went from watching movies to laying flat on your back naked with your legs opened and TJ playing with you.
It's been a hard week for him and you invited him over to your apartment to relax with some movies and alcohol. And now as the alcohol buzzed through your body, TJ was between your legs suckling slowly on just your clit glands that caused your whole body to squirm and shake. Your fingers massaging his scalp as he hummed against you, the vibrations sending you wild.
It was his idea. He wanted to teach you his favourite thing. And you trusted TJ enough to know that if you were to say stop, he would stop. But the suckling and wet noises in the room spurred you on. And soon enough as the coil in your belly reached its peak and snapped, as he pressed his tongue more firmly against the gland, you didn't just cum like a power washer, You squirted over your bedsheets and over his face.
"What do you think?" He sat up, pleased with his work, licking his lips and running his fingers across his chin for more.
You were breathless. And you were pretty confident you were having an outer body moment. All you could manage to do was nod as your hands rested on your heaving chest.
"That's what I thought." TJ chuckled. Lowering his head once again to your oversensitive clit.
The first time Tj asked me to the Dance was one week until the Winter dance and nobody had even considered taking me.
Marty, my best friend was going with a girl a year younger than us who was friends with my friend, Cyrus.
The friend in question was planning to go with his friends Andi and Jonah. I was sitting by myself at lunch when my friend (term used lightly these days) Tj sat down in front of me.
"go to the dance with me?" He asked the way he worded it, however, was not a question on his part.
"No." I finished my muffin and stood up.
Tj followed me. "Why not?"
I rolled my eyes."because you didn't ask me."
"What do you mean I just-"
"No. You didn't ask me. You want me to go with you? work for it ask me like you mean it Tj. Your a big boy."
Then the bell rang
The second time TJ ask me to the dance
I was were at the spoon with Marty and Buffy while Buffy waited on her friends. Tj came in the dinner and sat across the room. Still, I could feel his eyes on me. I looked at him. Then he came over.
"Y/n L/n will you do me the honor of being my date to the Dance?"
"You really want that?"
"Kinda sorta." I know what he meant. The blush on his face gave it away.
"No."
"Why not?" He looked distressed and confused.
"I want you to be confident and sure.I you don't give me a very certain answer than I'll give you mine,No."
The Third and Last time he asked me to the Dance.
The last Basketball game of the season.
We had won just barely. BUT, long and behold Tj Kippen grabbed a cheerleaders megaphone.
"HEY!" Most everybody got quite
"I have been asking the same beautiful girl to the schools winter dance for 3 weeks. Ok look I Know this is middle school, but it's my last year a jefferson Middle and I would like to go to the last Winter Formal with the greatest girl in our winter Wonderland. Y/N L/N will you do me the honor of being my date to the Dance?"
I walked and stood right in front of him.
"You really want that?"
"Very Very."
"I look forward to it."
The Night of the Dance
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Choose.
TJ and I walked to the dance together it was fun but when we got there the gym was pretty packed. We spent most of the night jamming to music in the corner and throwing snacks into each other mouths.
"we have a request from a Mr. Marty." The DJ, A freshman from the high school announced.
(Shape of you by ed Sheeran)
"I love this song! Come on." I dragged Tj to the dance floor. We just danced but leave it to Marty to play matchmaker. He and Buffy "accidentally" bumped into me sending me tumbling forward...into Tj, who caught me.
We made eye contact and just froze there.
"Y/n?"
"Yeah." Then he kissed me just layed one on me.
You know what I did? I kissed him back. For some reason I felt so comfortable with him.
"How was that?"
"I'm so glad I made you work for it."
There you go! I hope it's ok I couldn't think of how to get it exactly like the request tho
"TJ if he was your boyfriend AU? Just cute little things he would do! Thanks!"
- firstly, no matter what the date is (whether it be going out for a fancy dinner or sitting at home watching crime shows) he will ALWAYS bring you a single rose (except for Valentine's Day/Birthday = full bouquet)
- such a softie ??? an actual teddy bear when you guys cuddle ??? you would wear his NYPD sweatshirt whenever it gets cold in the house (if you're lucky he'd let you keep it)
- your favourite activity to do together is sit at home and play board games while eating pizza (you order w/ olives just to annoy him and have him pick them off)
- whenever he's working, youd surprise him with lunch but it usually follows up with him being scared hes going to get caught (EVEN THOUGH THE POOR BABY IS THE ONE OF THE HEADS OF THE CRIME DIVISION DEPARTMENT)
- whenever you're mad at him, he'll message you gifs of cats acting all silly, knowing full well you can't stay too mad at him
- whenever you talk about one of your guy friends he gets I N S A N E L Y jealous (but you think it's kinda hot)
- he knows every detail of your face perfectly to the way you smile, the way your eyes crinkle when he tells a bad dad joke, the way your eyes flutter when hes telling you how much you mean to him
- he will always be there for you, hes always there asking how your day is and making sure you're taking care of yourself
