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sergeantbarnessdoll · 4 months

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Join Us » TJ Hammond

Pairings: Bi!TJ Hammond x Reader

Summary: TJ convinces Y/N to join him and his hot friend.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, (f & m receiving), unprotected sex, threesome, praise kink, pet names (cutie, baby, princess)

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

“TJ, have you seen my— oh shit! I’m so sorry!” You quickly apologized.

You walked in TJ’s bedroom without knocking to see him making out with some guy.

“It’s ok, cutie. What are you looking for?” TJ asks.

“I uhh…” You completely forgot about what you were looking for. “Nothing. I’ll look for it later.” You say.

As you were about to leave his bedroom, you felt a hand on your arm.

“Don’t leave.” He says.

“I-I don’t want to ruin your time with your hot friend.” You say nervously.

“You’re not ruining anything, cutie.” TJ says, pulling your body against his.

You gasped when you felt his bulge poke your stomach. TJ leaned his head down and placed kisses on your neck.

“Join us.” He says in your ear.

“Wh-What about your hot friend?” You asked stuttering.

“Jack doesn’t mind.” He whispers. “Do you, Jack?” He says, speaking up.

“I don’t mind.” Jack says.

TJ grabbed your hand and led you to his bed. He sat down on the bed with his back leaning against the headboard. He pulled you onto his lap, your legs on either side of his hips. TJ placed a hand on the back of your head and pulled you in for a kiss.

“Where’s my kiss, princess?” Jack asks with a playful pout.

TJ pulls away from you and Jack immediately captures your lips in a hungry kiss. You placed a hand on his cheek to intensify the kiss. You instinctively moved your hips against TJ’s growing bulge. He groaned as his head fell back against the headboard. TJ’s hands gripped the bottom of your -his- t-shirt, wanting to take it off. You pulled away from Jack so TJ could pull the shirt over your head, only to find out that you weren’t wearing a bra underneath it.

“Such a pretty girl.” TJ praises as his thumbs rubbed over your nipples.

Jack leaned up and placed kisses along your shoulder. You whined, wanting more.

“What is it, baby? Tell us what you want.” Jack says against your shoulder.

“More.” You say with a pout.

“You want more? We’ll give you more, cutie.” TJ says, rubbing his thumb across your pouty lip.

TJ gently laid you down on the bed next to Jack and hovered over you. As TJ kissed down your body, Jack took the opportunity to kiss along the swells of your breasts. TJ stopped when he got to the waistband of your sleep shorts, looking up at you for permission which you gave him. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and pulled them down, along with your panties. TJ spread your legs and got in between them, licking his lips at the sight of your wet cunt.

“So wet for us.” TJ rubs a finger in between your wet folds. “Are you going to let us taste you, cutie?” He asks.

You nodded your head yes. TJ laid on his stomach in between your legs. He placed soft kisses along your inner thighs, making his way up to your wet pussy. His tongue licked up your folds causing you to gasp. TJ moaned at your taste. He made eye contact with you as his tongue found your clit. The tip of his tongue circled it before he latched his lips on it and began to eat you out like his life depends on it. Your jaw dropped, moans leaving your mouth. Jack turned your head towards him and kissed you sloppily. Your hand made its way to the back of Jack’s head while your other hand blindly found TJ’s head, your fingers tugging at his hair. TJ moaned against your pussy as he watched you and Jack make out. Your lips parted as you moaned against Jack’s lips. Jack took the opportunity to slid his tongue in your mouth. Your tongue fought with his for dominance, but he overpowered you. TJ slipped two fingers inside of your pussy cause you to pull away from Jack’s lips to moan.

“You’re being such a good girl for us, baby.” Jack praises.

You moaned, dropping your head back against the pillow. Jack placed kisses along the column of your neck as his fingers found your nipple and pinched it. You moaned at the new sensation causing your cunt to clench around TJ’s fingers. The two men smirked, pleased with your reaction. He did it again with your other nipple causing you to buck your hips against TJ’s face.

“Right there!” A moan left your lips as TJ’s fingers found that one spot inside of you. “Right fucking there!” You moaned.

TJ’s lips left your clit as he sat up to hover over you, his fingers still moving in and out of your cunt.

“Is that your little spot, cutie?” TJ asks with a smirk.

“Mhmm yes!” You moaned, nodding your head yes.

Jack pulled his lips away from your neck and leaned up to give TJ a hungry kiss, his fingers still moving in and out of your pussy. You got turned on even more just by watching them kiss. You snuck your hand down to your clit and began rubbing it in fast circles. You whimper left your lips as you felt your orgasm building up causing TJ and Jack to pull away from each other and looked down at you with smirks on their faces.

“That turn you on, cutie?” TJ asks.

You moaned and nodded your head yes. Jack moved your hand away from your clit causing you to whine. His fingers replaced yours, rubbing faster.

“F-Fuck! I’m so close!” You whimpered.

“Cum for us, princess.” Jack says.

Your jaw dropped, a high pitch moan left your lips as you soaked TJ’s fingers. Both men stopped their movements on your pussy and removed their fingers, licking your juices off of their fingers.

“Are you ready for more, cutie?” TJ asks.

You nodded your head eagerly. You watched as TJ and Jack stripped from their clothes. You licked your lips at the sight of their hard cocks, leaking with precum.

“Who gets her first?” Jack asks curiously as he stared at you.

“That’s up to her.” TJ rubs his hand up and down your inner thigh. “Who do you want first, cutie?” He asks.

“Him.” You say and pointed at Jack, biting your bottom lip.

“Hands and knees, baby.” He says.

You did as you were told. Jack positioned himself behind you, licking his cock up at your tight entrance. His tip slowly slipped pasted your entrance. His cock slid inside of your pussy inch by inch till he was balls deep inside of you. He began thrusting after he gave you a moment. His thrusts were fast. TJ positioned himself in front of you. He tilted your head up to get you to look at him, admiring the pleasure filled look on your face. He rubbed his thumb across your bottom lip. You parted your lips, allowing him to slide his thumb in your mouth. You sucked on his thumb, your tongue swirling around it as if it were his cock. He took his thumb out of your mouth and line his hard cock up at your lips.

“You know what to do, cutie.” TJ says.

Your tongue licked his tip, moaning at the taste of his precum before wrapping your lips around his cock and began bobbing your head. TJ placed his hand on the back of your head, pushing you down further on his cock causing you to gag.

“Relax your throat, baby.” He says softly.

You tried your best to relax your throat as his cock slid down it. You gagged a couple times, but quickly got the hang of it.

“There you go. Good girl.” TJ praises.

Your pussy clenched around Jack’s cock as his tip hit that one spot inside of you causing you to moan around TJ’s cock.

“Found your little spot, didn’t I, princess?” Jack says with a smirk.

You moaned around TJ’s cock in response causing TJ to tilt his head back and moan. Jack’s cock continued to hit that spot over and over again. Jack’s hand went down to your clit rubbing it in fast circles causing your pussy to clench around his cock. You took your mouth off of TJ’s cock and began jerking him off in your hand while making eye contact with him.

“Does that feel good?” You asked, looking up at him innocently.

“Yes!” They moaned.

You wrapped your lips around TJ’s cock again and started bobbing your head. Jack’s fingers rubbed faster on your clit, your cunt clenching around his cock.

“You’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that, princess.” Jack moans.

The more Jack rubbed your clit, you felt your orgasm building up a second time.

“I’m—” A whimper left your lips before you could finish your sentence.

“Gonna cum?” Jack asks.

You whimpered and nodded your head yes.

“Cum got me, baby.” He says.

Your jaw dropped, his name leaving your lips as you came on his cock. Jack fucked you through your orgasm, chasing his own orgasm.

“Fuck.” TJ moans, feeling his orgasm coming closer and closer. “Where do you want it?” He asks.

“Mouth.” You answered.

Jack pulled out of you and flipped you over so you were looking up at them.

“Open that pretty mouth.” TJ orders.

You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue. They began to jerk off their cocks with their heads tilted back. Before you knew it, cum landed on your tongue. A little bit getting on your face and rolling down your chin. TJ gave Jack a much needed kiss before giving you one. They laid down on either side of you, panting.

“Aren’t you glad that you joined us, cutie?” TJ asks, turning his head towards you.

“Mhmm yes.” You hummed. “I had fun.” You say.

“Rest up, princess cause we’re not done with you.” Jack says.

Needless to say that the night did not go to waste.

🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶🩶

-Bucky’s Doll

#tj hammond #political animals #sebastian stan #sebastian stan characters #tj hammond x female reader #tj hammond x reader #tj hammond x y/n #tj hammond x you #tj hammond smut #tj hammond one shot #tj hammond imagine

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realtjhammond · 1 year

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So you’re the famous TJ Hammond I’ve heard so much about. -Johnny Storm.

“Ah…unfortunately that is me. And you’re Johnny, Right?”

#tj hammond rp #ask #anon

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mylevisdontfitanymore · 3 months

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Hey!!! I don't know if you would rather think about this scenario with Andy Barber/Ransom Drysdale/TJ Hammond or with Steve/Bucky/Natasha or something, but I've been thinking A LOT about these two posts on your blog: https://www.tumblr.com/mylevisdontfitanymore/716510995743490048/i-dont-know-if-this-is-weird-a-really-strange?source=share and https://www.tumblr.com/mylevisdontfitanymore/710911602870894592?source=share and I can't stop thinking about one of the trio going out and secretly getting one of them stuffed and drunk by putting more food on their plate when they aren't looking or distracting them while they refill their glasses with stronger and stronger alcohol and egging them into drinking or eating competitions and seeing just how far they can go with it until they are sloppy drunk and stuffed full and waddling and stumbling and their fellows get to enjoy the fruits of their labour

1st linked post

2nd linked post

Ooooh my god, if we're talking Andy/Ransom/TJ, then you ABSOLUTELY need to read the asks that Dumbling (@achubbydumpling) has done!

Andy Barber/Ransome Drysdale/TJ Hammond (chubby Andy)

Andy Barber/Ransome Drysdale/TJ Hammond (Andy beer bloat)

Food-drunk dad bod Andy and his accent

The premise of this idea, though… with multiple people getting one person stuffed and/or drunk without their knowledge… it would definitely happen with Andy and Ransom corrupting sweet TJ 🥴 It has to. Like, TJ-baby is just so overwhelmed to have the attention of two very, very attractive, very big men that he doesn’t notice how his plate and glass are never empty whenever they’re around 🫣🥵

Unbeta'd Andy/Ransom/TJ belly kink under the cut... warning for alcohol consumption, intox kink, dub-con elements (because TJ ends up drunk), stuffing, etc.

TJ’s used to going to big, lavish parties - his parents drag him to them all the time - but when he’s at those parties, he’s not allowed to talk to men in any sort of… suspicious… manner. He has to be on his best behavior. Smiling and laughing appropriately while he blows smoke up whoever’s political ass for his Dad’s sake.

Here, at this party with people just slightly over his age - rather than people decades his senior, grey and wrinkly in creased suits, talking about the “current” state of things that they’ve been disconnected from for years - it doesn’t matter if there are men looking at him obviously. Hotly. It doesn’t matter if there are men grabbing his arms or leaning in close to whisper in his ear, making him giggle and blush, hiding his flushed cheeks with his hands. It doesn’t matter if there are men shoulder to shoulder with him, pressing into him, blocking him in like bookends or bodyguards in the best way.

Here, nothing matters other than letting these two slightly older, definitely bigger men flirt with him. The two men (one of them strikingly shaven with pale skin and high cheekbones, the other bearded with darker hair) sometimes seem like they’re fighting over him. Fighting to woo him. It’s funny and disarming, too. Yet, sometimes, they seem to work together perfectly. TJ can’t figure it out. It’s making his head spin. The attention. Their specific attention.

He doesn’t feel like he needs to worry, though, even if he can’t figure out what they’re doing (or who they are). He feels… if he’s honest, he feels high. He doesn’t feel high, like, an empty and hollow high. An escape he needs an escape from. The norm for him. Instead, he feels hazy and warm and good with these two men. High.

Does he even remember their names? The men?

Does that matter?

TJ just wants to keep their attention on him. It feels good, after all. Does he need their names to do that? They seem to be interested in him regardless of if he’s talking or not. He’s not talking much, they’re talking - they’re whispering in his ears, skimming their large, warm hands over his sides and down his back, one of them (or maybe both?) keeps grabbing his ass, and they keep handing him party favors.

Really, it feels so good to be surrounded and flirted with that… TJ just takes everything the men hand him, docile as a kitten.

Everything Andy and Ransom hand him.

TJ swears it all tastes better than normal. (Is he high? Is that why it tastes so good? Is that why his mouth is watering so much?) Plates of finger food from the spread in the shiny, expansive kitchen. Appetizers that are passed around by waitstaff on trays. Handfuls of set-out chocolate and nuts from small, fancy dishes on end tables. Little bites of things that wouldn’t fill TJ up so much if there weren’t unending waves of them from both of the men. Then, all these half-full flukes of alcohol don’t taste like alcohol. They’re bubbly and sweet and would get anyone drunk easily, even if they were paying attention. TJ isn’t paying any attention. Every time he finishes his drink or his portion of easy, yummy snack food it’s promptly taken and replaced before he even realizes it.

It’s magical.

TJ has always had puppy fat. He’s got a baby face and a soft layer over his belly - he’s never been able to get abs, no matter how much his drug habits repress his appetite - but no one would be able to tell right now. Any of that extra softness that he carries all the time has been completely stretched out, overridden by the bulge of his stuffed belly. Carbonated alcohol. Finger foods. Appetizers. Alcohol. Pieces of chocolate. Alcohol. Rich dessert. More dessert. Another appetizer. Even more carbonated alcohol. A handful of nuts fed to him by Andy’s big, gentle yet demanding hands. A whole fluke of champagne poured down his throat by Ransom. They make TJ dizzy and weak at the knees even though they’ve pressed TJ against a wall. The party buzzes around them. TJ sways in place - they’re not going to let him go anywhere, though, so he doesn’t worry about his inability to stand on his own.

It’s easy to see why TJ isn’t soft now... but he feels soft, all over. High. Spacey. Soft.

Oof.

It’s hard to breathe.

He’s got a fucking pot belly after all the snacks and drinks. Indulgence is being used to pacify him. He’s easy and sweet by nature, but now… God. The men don’t even need spoons to eat him up. He’s melting. They’re going to lick him up no problem.

TJ looks so round. His stomach is bloated, completely taut. Like a drum. His poor belly button is stretched, made wider, and more shallow than normal. His skin aches, thudding in time with his heart. He’s blushing red - his face from being so overtly, aggressively chased by two of the most attractive men he’s ever seen in real life, but his belly, too. Under his clothes, where their hands keep sneaking, his skin is turning red from the stretch, from the rush of blood, his body trying to both get aroused through the slurry of alcohol slowing him down and through the mountain of food inside him, working so hard to try and figure out what to do with the excess.

Yet… TJ doesn’t notice.

His nice shirt is creaking at the seams, the buttons this close to bursting open, it’s never had to deal with excess like this, but he can’t hear it over the smooth rumble of Ransom’s voice and the rough gravel of Andy’s. One of them grabs his hip and TJ whimpers, melting like butter in their hands, his mouth naturally falling open so they can shove whatever they want into it. TJ just wants to be full. He's desperate.

Another mouthful and TJ moans out loud, drunker than shit on everything. Alcohol, of course, but attention and food, too. He doesn’t know what way is up or down, and he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care when the men’s hands are all over him again, purring at him, sweetly praising him for having more and for liking it. TJ doesn’t even question if he actually likes it or not. He does. He likes it so much. He’s aching, throbbing, and stretched to his limit, his belly bulging out in front of him as though he’s swallowed a fucking watermelon whole, and he’s so heavy. He feels slow and hot and good. He feels like he wants them to keep touching him. He feels hungry. Hungry for them to do more than teasingly touch, caress, and feed him. Hungry for food.

“More?” TJ just barely manages to moan between gulps of alcohol, the flow dictated by Ransom, tipping not a fluke this time, but a whole fucking bottle back into his mouth.

Where did he even find such a big bottle of liquor?

Andy’s hands are against his belly, roughly shaping and caressing the ball-like shape of him. Andy chuckles, “more?”

TJ shivers but nods anyway, feeling some of the alcohol he’s chugging drip down his chin and dribble onto his chest, staining his shirt.

Andy growls, grabbing and shaking his belly until TJ starts to slide down the wall, being groped in such a way leaves tight, aching pleasure coursing through him. It leaves him unable to hold himself up, dragged down by the weight of what they’ve done to him. They don’t bother to hold him up this time. This time, TJ slouches all the way to the floor. They stop feeding him alcohol. And with his head thrown back against the wall, squinting up at them, TJ pouts at them. His belly is in his lap, straining, and he misses them already. He’s heavy, but he wants them all over him, heavier. He’s full, but he has the sudden urge to give in and give in and give in until he bursts. Bursts out of his shirt, the buttons and seams popping open, and bursts, coming by their hands or untouched, he doesn’t care.

“Mooore,” TJ verifies, moaning, uncaring who at the party hears him, gluttonous and dumb.

The men exchange a glance, Ransom licking his lips as Andy bites his own. Then, at once, synchronized, they lean down to grab him and pull him up by the wrists. They don’t care enough to brace TJ or his belly before they move him, so, his gut sloshes and wobbles with the sudden movement, exemplifying his fucking waddle.

TJ stumbles out of the party, held up only by these two big men. One of them whispers in his ear, and the other bites marks into his neck as TJ's head lulls back, totally out of it. Conversely, TJ's belly protrudes in front of him.

Round.

Full.

TJ doesn’t ask where they’re taking him. He doesn’t care. Anywhere. He just wants more.

My favorite type of sandwich 🥴🥴

#mylevisdontfitanymore #ask #belly kink #text #weight gain #stuffing #alcohol consumption #intox kink #dubcon #andy barber #ransome drysdale #tj hammond #chubby tj #andy × ransom × tj #fic rec #fanfiction recommendation #achubbydumpling

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fandomfluffandfuck · 1 year

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s! ive been thinking about andy barber era chris and tj hammond era seb... i don't know why but i love these two together

and yes my 'thinking' is more than just 'thinking'

pretty little virgin whose parents don't accept his sexuality, but he is so sexually frustrated and desperate for an older man to fuck him into oblivion

- bf showing anon (sorry for this haha)

I-

I love this.

Because. Yes. I can picture it. I can picture it so well because Andy is truly a man who wants to hold, comfort, and love but also...... he'll do anything for those he loves. He has some big red flags at times, and so I can see him falling deeply for TJ and knowing he probably shouldn't. He's older, TJ is in part using him to get back at his parents, TJ is hurting so bad and is so vulnerable, but also... Andy wants to take care of him. He wants to show TJ what he is worth and lay him out and love him--and wreck him for anyone else because he's so precious to Andy. Andy wants him so badly. So. He can't help himself. TJ turns those big, innocent seeming eyes on him, almost crying with how bad he wants cock, pouts just the right way, and Andy melts with a growl. Andy might be the one fucking TJ within an inch of his life, showing him just how fucking mind blowing sex can be, but Andy is the one wrapped around TJ's finger.

I would love to write you more but life is fucking busy™️ right now. Sorry it's so short of a reply. I hope you enjoy your continued thoughts about them with some alone time 👀

#asks #evanstan #stucky #tj hammond #andy barber #bf showing anon #chris evans #sebastian stan #rpf

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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year

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Every Other Weekend, Part 6

Summary: You and TJ go out, and Jack and Callum show up

Pairings: Jack O’Malley X Reader, TJ Hammond X Reader, Mickey Henry X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, PIV sex, one night stand, mentions of divorce, tears, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 4.4K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

“Hey!” Jack says excitedly when you call. You never call on your weekend, “Wait, is something wrong? Is Finn okay?”

“Yeah, he’s fine,” you hated this. Hated every bit of it, and missed when life was just simple. When you could call him because you missed the sound of his voice. “TJ was wanting to go out tonight, and it’s my weekend. Finn wants to spend the night with my parents, but I wanted to check and see if you wanted him?”

“Oh,” he hesitates, looking over at Cal. “Um, I already had plans.”

“It’s okay. I just wanted to give you that option. Also, wanted to talk to you about maybe getting him on a weekday. He misses you. Maybe have a night or two of dinners at the house? You’re better at math anyways.”

It felt normal and strained all at the same time. Felt so forced, and it almost felt like you were holding onto whatever strings you had left of your family. “You know I want to spend as much time with him as possible,” it was one of the few things you wanted from Jack. An available father. “So where’s the dynamic duo going tonight?”

“We’re going out,” he was such a slime ball sometimes, always trying to trick you into telling him where you were going. You knew he was going to be doing his own research, and he would find you.

“Hmm,” he playfully chides you. “I’m guessing you two are dressing in all black, TJ is going to have his fancy little martinis, and you can’t even fake classy like that when it comes to your alcohol, you’re going to have a bottle of beer in your hand, and you’ll be dancing up a storm. Just stay away from pool tables.”

Both of you sigh, remembering happier times between the two of you. It was bittersweet to think that it all started with a pool table, drinks, and TJ and Callum. “You and Cal have fun tonight. I’m picking the boy up tomorrow, and we’re going to see a movie,” you leave it open for a second, hoping that he will invite himself. Unsure of why you did it. But there was still a deep longing for your family. For your husband. You just couldn’t trust him.

“If you’re going to go see the latest Batman movie, do you mind if I tag along?”

“You better ask our son. I need to get him to my parents, and get ready. Have fun, Jack.”

“You, too,” he clicks off, and puts his phone on his chin thinking. Contemplating everything that you had said, before jumping up and looking at your social medias.

“What are you doing?” Cal asks, peeking around Jack’s shoulder. “Get off her page.”

“Her and TJ are going out tonight,” he says, clicking through your recent activity. Nothing. You were a ghost online, but not TJ. TJ wants everyone to know that he’s having more fun than everyone else.

“They should. TJ is good for her, and you won’t have to worry about her having sex,” Jack turns to glare at Cal, and he holds his hands up in surrender. “No one has her back quite like Teej, you know this. Ooh!” He points at a local club that was hosting a new DJ, “Can we go there?”

“Yep,” Jack answers, putting the address in his phone. “We’re not the only ones.”

“Jack!” Cal throws his head back dramatically. “You can’t go chasing her around all the time.”

“No, you said I needed to try. I’m trying. Me and her have open dialogue. She can actually look at me again. She invited me over for dinners at the house with Finn.”

“You’re not weaseling your way in, are you? Like you legit want to be with your wife? Want to wake up in the bed with her every morning? Want to clock out, and go home to her every night? Want to deal with the hard stuff? Want to see your son every day? Want to be there for her? And want to compromise and have another kid? This isn’t some conquest. This is a woman that does in fact love you, maybe she’s still in love with you, maybe she’s in love with the idea that she had in her head of you. But you can’t just do this, and spend time with Finn and then flake away. You have to be there for her during the hard times. Have to have arguments, without turning to someone else who will just tell you what you want to hear. That woman is who you talk about things with. Open yourself and be vulnerable.”

“Yeah,” he answers. Standing up to walk out of the station, “Like I know this is stupid, but I realize what I had, now that it’s gone,” he gets a hard whack in the back of the head at that admission, “I know, I’m dumb. I am a dumb man. I wanted to have it all, and now I have nothing. But she and my son are what I want. This isn’t just to prove that I can have her whenever I want. This is wanting the life that I should have been working to have with her. They don’t make women like her.”

“Yeah, she made the best lunches. And now, I don’t get snacks. You messed up my snack time for me Jackson. I miss those cute little boxes of a cheese and meat platters. With the little nuts, and jellies. It was like a charcuterie box. I’m going to tell her I want that. She’ll make me one. I haven’t pissed her off. So we’re going to this club, and you’re hoping that she and TJ will be there?”

“Yep. They’ll be there, or we’re going to look like idiots.”

“Correction, you dance like a white boy. You’re going to look like an idiot.”

“Stop dancing with me,” TJ yells in your ear, trying to pull away from you, but you pull him back. “That fine as fuck DJ is checking you out. Keeps smiling at you, and that tall drink of water keeps thinking I’m straight because you won’t quit grinding on me. You’re cockblocking me. Again. And yourself,” he gives a wave up at the DJ trying to push you away.

“Don’t leave me. He’s working,” you glance up at the man, and he was smiling the whole time, and directly at you. Waving his hand for you to come up there to him. “Oh!”

“See! Now, go suck his dick while he plays or something,” you smack him in the stomach, and his obnoxious and roaring laughter lifts your mood even more. “Not everyone you date has to be on that app. You can meet people out in real life. Go talk to the man.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’ll…I’m going up there,” you depart from TJ, going up to the DJ which you find out quickly his name was Mickey. He even pulls you in front of him, teaching you how to work the turntables. Getting close to your body quickly.

TJ sits at the bar, ordering up another martini when he sees Jack and Cal walk in, and starts laughing. Raising a hand to the two men, and they trot over to him, “Quit looking,” TJ says, pointing up at the stage. Jack’s face falls for a minute seeing you smiling and laughing. “She just got up there. He’s been watching her all night.”

“She looks beautiful,” his eyes drift all down your body. You and TJ always did make a statement when you walked in somewhere. Coordinated enough, but could still attract the people you wanted.

“She looks hot,” TJ responds, taking a sip from his martini. “You went digging on my facebook didn’t you?” Jack looks over at him quickly, and TJ shrugs, “You’re predictable Jack. You can’t stand not to snoop. And yes, I put that shit out there to lead you to where she was going to be. She’s not on a date with this guy. She’s flirting.”

“He looks sloppy,” Jack notes, looking down at his clothes. TJ pulls apart one of Jack’s layers, and then another. “What are you doing?” He slaps his hand off him.

“How many layers do you have on today? Your wife has a type, and it starts with the clothes,” Callum throws his head back, starting to laugh, but Jack squints his eyes, glaring at TJ. “Ain’t none of y’all going to win best dressed. She stays with me, so we can look good together, and then she has you and whatever that is to make her look like the queen she is. Look at fucking Dean.”

“Don’t talk about that man. I have a meeting with him on Monday. He’s talking to Finn about his mom,” TJ points up at you, and Jack shakes his head. “She’d pull Dean’s testicles off his body if she thought that he was including Finn in her dates. I think she ended it with Dean,” TJ nods his head quickly, “Okay, she definitely ended it with Dean, and he doesn’t like it. So he involves our son. She…I gotta go,” he bolts off quickly when he sees you start to walk off the stage, and TJ slaps at Callum’s arm.

“Big guy, that sweet thing right there is checking you out. Now, if you would please, I have got this man that I have wanted to talk to you, and if it isn’t my bestie, it’s you and Jack. Talk to her, dance with her, take her home. Jack is busy.”

“You think this is gonna work?” TJ shrugs his shoulders, taking a sip of the martini, already tapping his finger on the bar for another. “They love each other. They know they love each other. She’s stubbornly trying to prove she doesn’t.”

“She still believes Jack slept with that woman. Maybe he did, maybe he didn’t. Doesn’t matter. She thinks he did. She’s stubbornly trying to prove she doesn’t love him, so she doesn’t get hurt. She’s sleeping around, because ‘he did’. That woman is struggling because her heart starts in her vagina. But Jack has something no one else does.”

The two men look at each other, and both respond, “Finn.”

“Jack will always have a piece of her heart because that’s Finn’s dad. She wants things to work. But she’s playing the game like Jack did. One foot in and one foot out.”

“Our friends suck,” Cal looks over at the woman that TJ had pointed out, and nods his head at her. “If Jack plays his cards right…”

“No, you watch, he won’t be going home with her. I think she really meant it when she said she wasn’t going to sleep with him,” Cal points over towards you and Jack, and you were laughing at whatever he was saying. Your hand finding any excuse to touch him. “She’s had a few beers. And a couple of shots.”

“Twenty bucks says he goes home with her.”

“Thirty bucks says he just gets a kiss,” TJ puts his hand in front of Cal, and they both shake on it. Going their separate ways with their prospective partners for the evening while you giggle again at Jack.

Grabbing at his hips, you tell him to loosen up. “Have fun!”

“This is so fun. So very fun,” he responds sarcastically, and you throw your head back laughing, but grab his hand to place on your hips.

“Feel the beat. Or just feel me,” he gulps, as he tries to dance around with you. He was definitely feeling you. Had your undivided attention, and you were ignoring the DJ and only looking at him. Your eyes were shining up at him, and the two of you were laughing. You weren’t just Finn’s parents at this moment. You were two people enjoying each other.

“That’s better,” you giggle, turning around, and his hands pull you closer to his body, “Oh, we’re going back to the good ole days, huh?”

“Remind me of how good you can dance,” circling your hips, you lean forward a bit, starting to grind on him. Even he gets into dancing. Relaxing enough to enjoy the beat of the music, but mostly your ass on his crotch. You close your eyes, and forget about the past. Push aside everything that has happened, and will yourself to live only in this moment.

Your hand goes behind you, and you hold onto his neck. Jack takes a chance, and leans forward, softly kissing on the column of your neck. With your first whimper, he nibbles on your skin. Kissing up your neck, before he comes to your face, and you were looking at him through your lashes. Your pupils a deep sea of lust. Your fingers wiggle around on him, urging him closer.

His eyes flash down to your lips, and you pull him even closer. Inching closer and closer, so slowly, before his petal pink lips touch your own. The moment he touches your mouth, your body spins around, so you can deepen the kiss. Granting his tongue access quickly. It was muscle memory, but it was so full of passion. You hadn’t kissed him like this in so long. Hadn’t felt him like this for years.

Jack’s hand starts coasting up your side, and his thumb brushes over your nipple, and you yip on his mouth, and he pulls you closer. Starting to walk backwards, and get you somewhere private. A heated moment between two old lovers. He starts kissing down your neck, looking around the crowded club, and you blink your eyes open.

Purple haze surrounded you; intoxicating you. Those thick fingers caress your soft curves, and you hear a scratch of the record, and realize where you were. Remember just who was sucking on your neck, and you push him off you, “I can’t do this.”

“Sharkie, wait.”

“I’m not some hookup, Jack. I can’t,” he grabs at your hand, pulling you back to him, “I can’t. I can’t give you that.”

“Let’s just leave then,” there was so much sincerity in his face that it hurt. A deep rooted pain fills in your gut, and you hated the way it was making you feel. “We don’t even have to do anything. Let’s just go home,” you shake your head no. Your vision goes blurry as your eyes fill up with tears. “Why?”

“I can’t do that with you. I don’t trust myself with you.”

“Why?”

“Because I always fall,” you pull his hand off your own and start to walk away. Getting closer to the stage, while Jack spins on his heel, and marches out of the club. Screaming the minute he gets out, and Cal and TJ look at each other from across the way.

You were already waving your hand to Mickey, who calls another man to take his place, sinking deeper away from the crowd ready for some privacy. Cal walks outside to Jack who was sitting on the curb, “What happened?”

“We kissed,” his foot toes the ground, but his eyes stare blankly at nothing. “Not just a little peck, but a real kiss. It felt like the beginning of our relationship again. Everything was fine.”

“You were trying to fuck her in there, weren’t you?”

“I don’t know. She thinks that’s what it was. I don’t know. I really don’t know. I wanted somewhere more private, but we could have left, and just snuggled on the couch. It doesn’t always have to be sexual. But I know that’s what she thought it was. I know she sees me looking at her as an easy way to get my dick wet, and that’s my fault. Robyn got the sweet flirty side of me, and she got only my dick,” he throws his body back on the pavement looking at the sky.

“Get up off the disgusting ground.”

“I deserve to be down here.”

Cal sits down on the curb with him, nodding his head. “I really did cheat on her, didn’t I? Like me giving the best parts to Robyn, even when I was living with my family. She told me there was no passion in our love making anymore. I just used her to get my dick wet. She was supposed to be my everything. I was with Robyn when my son was in the hospital. My son was unconscious and my wife was alone. Scared about our son, and worried about where I was. And I was drinking coffee with another woman,” Jack starts laughing, closing his eyes, and slams his hands over them.

“I would leave me, too. I love her. And I hate that it took all of this to see that. But I felt it, and I know she did, too. I know that she felt that spark the moment that our lips touched. She could feel this passion that we hadn’t had in years. It was just like old times sake. And here I was just wanting to get away from the noise, and she took it as using her for her pussy. Because that’s how I made her feel. I made her feel like she wasn’t worth anything besides what sits in between her thighs. And she’s running from what she really feels because I’m dumb. I wanna drink. I just want to drink my sorrows away.”

“You’ve got a movie date with them tomorrow. You can have one more beer. You’re not drinking your sorrows away. You’re going to the movies. You will be Finn’s parents. Finn needs the both of you. Monday, you’re marching in and telling Winchester to leave your kid out of his former relationship,” Jack whispers okay, and Cal stands, giving him a hand.

“She loves me, though,” he smiles up at Callum. “She can’t fake passion. I knew at the end it was just sex between us. That though…that kiss had sparks. Had desperation and need. Because my wife still loves me.”

“Come on lover boy.”

TJ opens the door where he had seen you and Mickey run off to, and you were sitting on top of him. Ass exposed as you bounce over him. “I’m gonna lock this door,” he says as he closes it quickly.

Your arms wrap around Mickey’s neck, letting him kiss all over your skin. You were just going through the motions. But he was enjoying himself. Deep panting breaths as he sucks bruises on you. His long fingers cupping your ass and slamming you down harder on his length.

Mickey was just as touch starved as you, and he made sure to touch and kiss every part of your body. Even though this didn’t mean a damn thing, he makes you feel like you were the only one. He was touching you in all the right places. Kissing all over your body, not neglecting any exposed skin, but he couldn’t stop returning to your mouth. Swallowing all your moans was becoming an addiction and his favorite flavor. You wanted to forget, but in the twenty minutes you are with him, it felt like for just that time, you were in love again. If only for these precious few minutes.

You didn’t do this anymore, and yet here you were having the most meaningless sex with someone you barely knew. Didn’t even know his last name. But TJ had armed you with condoms, and you were pissed. Mad at yourself for allowing your vulnerability with Jack to sneak out. You let him know just how fragile you were when it came to him.

And now here you were taking some man you just met. Was balls deep, and between his vocal performance and your squelching sounds, the two of you were quite a pair. Letting the pleasure seep its way to your own throat, you moan as you get closer. Hoping that he cums quickly, because you didn’t know if you could go for more.

Now you just wanted to go to sleep. Couldn’t properly enjoy a good fuck because it was making you feel disgusted. Both his hands cup your face, and he swallows every whimpering mewl as your walls clench down tight around him. Squeaking out his own pleasure, before his head throws back, “That was amazing,” he pants. Holding onto your hips when you try to get off.

“Where are you doing?” He was a pretty little thing, but there was no way that you could see this lasting. Had no desire to bring him around your son.

“Can we do this again?”

“Not likely,” he snorts, finally letting go of you, allowing you to stand up. You shimmy your dress back over your hips and thighs. Going to reach for your panties, but he grabs them up off the floor, “You’re keeping my panties?”

“Well, since I don’t get to feel that tight pussy again, it only seems fair that I get to jerk off into these pretty lacy things. Looks like I made you cream before you ever even pulled me back here,” you nod your head, letting him think he was the reason for your ruined panties. It was easier for yourself to admit that.

Jack terrified you. Made you realize that you fell so hard, fast, and easy with him. And you weren’t sure you could ever give yourself to someone like that again. “Good luck with the music, Mickey.”

“Yeah, if ever you’re needing a quick lay, I’m here. I know it’s not serious.”

“You just caught me at a bad time in my life.”

“Even divorced mother’s need sex,” you give him an odd look, and his head flicks towards your hand, “There’s a tanline on your finger. Mothers are usually pretty guarded. You protect yourself to protect your child. It’s not that deep,” he grunts, pulling the soiled condom off, and stuffs his dick back in his pants. “I hope you find your happiness. Everyone deserves that.”

“Thanks,” you whisper, giving him a kiss to the cheek. You walk out, and TJ pouts on the opposite wall, holding his hands out to give you a big hug, “Can you sleep with me tonight?”

“Not like that, right? Like you got a good fill? I don’t think I could get it hard for you,” you pinch his butt. Keeping your head leaned over on his shoulder as the two of you walk out. “How do you feel?”

“Like shit,” he hands over your phone, and gives you a big smile. “What?”

“Who’s Frank?”

“Shut up.”

“Who is Frank? I clicked out of that picture so fast. I didn’t see anything, but a hairy chest, and those deep v’s on hips. You two sending nudes? Is he your next victim?”

“No!” You shout, slamming yourself into the backseat of the Uber. “No, Frank is different.”

“But you’re sending pictures?”

“That just started,” TJ gives you an almost sad smile, and you lay your head back on his shoulder. Wrapping both your arms around his one. “I don’t want to rush into things with Frank. He’s never been married. He’s a professor. He wants kids. Knows that I have a kid. And he scares me.”

“Why?” He leans over giving you a quick kiss to your head. Your eyes blink close as a single tear falls down your face.

“Because, these other ones I’m talking to, I’m not really connecting with them, you know? I’m talking to them, setting up dates, knowing it won’t be much. Frank I talk to. Frank I like. Frank I don’t want just sex with. But…what if he’s not Jack?”

“You won’t know, until you know.”

“You think I should make it work with Jack?”

“Make it work? No. That forcing bullshit never worked in the past. I think you should let things progress with Jack the way they are. Integrate him more with Finn. Have your family dinner nights. Don’t deny what’s happening with Frank or whoever else. But let things grow organically with Jack. He’s a good dad. He’s a great guy. He wasn’t the best husband. I love Jack. But he had his flaws, just like you should have been honest with him about what you knew and what you wanted from him. You shouldn’t have asked for a baby to save your relationship. There’s not a perfect timeline for you and Jack. Grow in the way that your fast asses didn’t allow in the beginning. Two months. Pregnant. Three months. Married. You guys didn’t know how to take things slow. Take it slow now.”

“You’re right,” TJ usually was. “It feels…comforting having Jack be with me and Finn.”

“That’s his dad.”

“Yeah.”

“But you still want him as your partner?” You nod your head, ready to cry on his chest. “It’s okay to want it, and to be scared of it, and want to explore other options. Don’t feel guilty about needing to make sure that Jack is who you want.”

“What if he doesn’t want to wait on me to decide?”

“Then,” he says, opening his door. “He really isn't who you were supposed to be with. For what it’s worth, I’m pretty sure Jack is set on making things work. But unless you're willing to forgive everything that happened in the past. Push it back and let it go, don’t go there, okay? Now Oreos and milk?”

“Please,” you pout as he drags you in the house. Stopping in the kitchen, while you strip out of your clothes on the way to the bedroom. Tossing aside your heels, and you grab one of Jack’s shirts and some clean panties. Jumping in the bed, and TJ appears with a pack of Double Stuf Oreos and a glass of milk to share. Stripping down to nothing but his boxer briefs.

He doesn’t make a comment about the shirt that you’re wearing. Never says anything about how it smells like Jack’s smoky cologne. He is just there for you. Letting you cling tight to him when you’ve had your fill of cookies. TJ was such a good friend, he didn’t make a comment about the tears you were spilling on his chest, and trying not to make a sound. He knew you were hurting and conflicted. So he was just there.

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** IMPORTANT INFO RE: TJ HAMMOND

a study in. drug abuse / addiction, self harm, suicidal ideation / attempts, over dosing, bipolar I disorder ( which includes mania episodes, heavy depressive episodes, anxiety, and minor psychosis breaks ), bdsm / submissive behaviors, sex as a coping mechanism, in being the bad twin, the nature of growing up addicted, undiagnosed mental illness, the golden gay, an opposite role model, making music until your fingers bleed, the minor chord, living fast dying young

full name. thomas james hammond also known as. tj, teej, golden boy date of birth. 02 / 19 / 1984 age. 38 zodiac. pisces sun / libra moon / leo rising gender. male (ish) pronouns. he / they romantic orientation. homoromantic sexual orientation. homosexual occupation. pianist / influencer / model species. human birthplace. raleigh, north carolina, united states current home. new york city, ny, us nationality. he's never asked beyond being american ethnicity. just another dumbass white boy language(s). english parents. president elain barrish, former president bud hammond siblings. twin brother - douglas hammond other family members. lydia martin - basically a sister thanks significant other + children. canon: mieczyslaw stilinski-hammond (husband) @mieczlw jason stilinski-hammond (son) @jasnstilnski the bee and jenna cinematic universe: antonio dominico marcus rizzotti marvel au: bucky barnes @whtwclf faceclaim. thomas doherty hair. brown + short eyes. baby blues height. 6 ft build. as an addict: too skinny for his own good when sober: muscular from getting addicted to the gym dominant hand. left scars. one of his left arm from the singular time he shot up, plenty of scars on his chest and back for boys who were too rough both in the bedroom and in the bar tattoo. many small pieces in easily coverable places piercings. one on his right ear, many on his left ear, had an eyebrow piercing decided against it, nose stud and septum vurrent positive traits. sensitive, whimsical, romantic, charming, artistic, gentle, love of beauty and harmony negative traits. gullible, gregarious, dependent, cagey likes. giving and receiving gifts, sweets, coffee, massages, cocaine (unfortunately), fuck boys (even more unfortunately) dislike. being wrong, being proven wrong, fears & phobias. disappointment, drowning wishes & dreams. to not be in the spotlight because of his family, but instead because of himself. mbit. ESFP - The Entertainer moral alignment. neutral evil enneagram type. type 3 - the achiever

biography.

THE GOLDEN SON 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. now imagine the feeling of floating away into the nether reaches of space. imagine the way slipping up into the air would make you feel – do you feel the air around you at all? is there enough oxygen to make the trip sliding up through the sky and into the unknown worth it? or will the whole experience just leave you clawing at your own skin because it’s burning from the inside out without the attentive oxygen filling up your pores?

the headline read : 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲 but there’s nothing golden about the downward decent into enveloping madness. he was not born mad ( and really is anyone? ) but had the madness set upon him by the events that took place. born ninety seconds before his twin brother douglas, thomas james hammond was smiling when he came out into the world. it may be hard to tell now, but from that first moment he has always known that he wanted to experience all that life had to offer. the happiness didn’t end much at all in the first ten years of his life ( except for when it did, but according to doctors he was simply a growing boy with a growing mind ). even through the first campaign and moving into the white house ( seven year olds still in awe that they have this much space to play in ) his smile stayed so strong. there were things that made it even brighter : his brother, his mama, telling stories with a flashlight under the blanket long past their bedtime. but there was one thing that kept him happy, kept the madness at bay when it threatened to show its burning head.

music never wanted to kill him. while it may be an artist’s curse to feel everything so fucking fully, it isn’t the art form that grabbed him with sharp jaws. he picked up his first piece of sheet music at three years old, and everyone in the family broke out the camcorders. 𝐨𝐡 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐠𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐫 they’d say as he banged tiny fingers on keys. those tiny fingers grew into the keys. passion and music weaved together, only those within his most inner circle allowed to see what really showed. books upon books begin to get filled through the years. music notes that look like water as they swim across the pages of score sheets. his happiness isn’t dependent on his music, but his music has always and will always provide him with natural serotonin that he chases after in the powder of small bags.

fear and loathing keep him from doing well in school. doug is the favorite twin with grades and extra curriculars that fill out the resume how every college wishes it would. he’ll go to princeton or yale or harvard or wherever the fuck he wants and tj instead knows exactly where he’s headed ( 𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 ) but his steps to get there are the difficult part. first he must survive high school : where his best friends are snow and addie. they provide the blanket of protection he needs when he finds himself on the wrong side of his first tmz article.

the first son is a fag? it didn’t say that, but when he read it it really may as well have. the world plucked him from the closet just before y2k ; a fifteen year old boy with a life sentence. first came tmz, then the times article, and then before he knew it he’s suddenly the country’s most famous gaybie. to america that makes him their sweetheart, but the world never knows what sweethearts do when they’re craving sweet tarts.

the same year he found himself on the wrong side of a conversation. while the world doesn’t know it, having your father be the 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚 really makes these trying times much easier to keep undisclosed, he knows the truth of it all. the good ole boy’s private school couldn’t have a drug addicted slut making a bad name for their school, so they banished him to the other realm. or you know. . . expelled him. he finds himself in the countryside of france for the next two years where catholicism is the ruling decree and drug addicts rule the halls. it’s here he rules the school with charlotte arnold by his side, and cross my heart and hope to die those two are a dangerous duo.

college isn’t for everyone, but for a hammond it is an expectation. he’ll start his education one place, and eventually end it in another. the location doesn’t matter : after all there are phones on cameras and street corners now. his antics can destroy his life no matter what he ends up. wherever he is, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬.

COCAINE DREAMS and what about the snow? playing in the white confection as the world keeps spinning around you. it’s comfortable, holding you and keeping you warm when the world outside is desperately freezing. why wouldn’t you jump into it’s open arms that widen more for you? it doesn’t feel good to leave it’s grasp so you stay there. where you are wanted. where you are needed. 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝.

he feels everything so fully that even empathy doesn’t cover it. with elders describing his symptoms as a side effect of drug abuse, tj knows the symptoms came first. 𝐢𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 ( and if only when he screamed it was outside of his mind ) they wouldn’t feel the pain of every time he runs. snow opens her beautiful arms for him and through out his twenties he jumped too far into her arms. some moments were easy – someone at a party helped him sleep it off or his few friends gave him the space to grieve the loss of his sanity. other moments hurt more – nearly dying in a crackhouse in canada just over the border line from buffalo. or the time he thought a bottle of downers was a bottle of uppers and sent himself spiraling more when trying to fix his own problems. he’ll hurt those he loves with every gram that goes up his nose.

after tj and doug turned 24, elaine barrish hammond began her first campaign for president. in a never shocking turn of events, people seemed more interested in a third term of bud ( even though they knew the scandals he locked in his closet ) instead of elaine. he doesn’t care ; after all, a tour de usa means he can find a fuck in all 50 states. they want to use him as a puppet like always? not a person, not a son, but a 𝐭𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞.

she ends up secretary of state, and tj ends up with a forced residency in dc once again. at 25 years old he is beginning to 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠. no one notices when republican senator sean reeves of ohio begins to steal glances at the ex first son. what’s worse is the reciprocation. tj on the wrong end of those glances turns into allowing someone to devour him whole while knowing he’ll spit him up and throw him out. the details of his sobriety, and his happiness, are unfortunately unimportant ( after all, they come at the hands of a false idol ) and instead the focus shifts to the inevitable ending. our sweetheart feels the false love ooze from every pore ; it leaves him as the tears spill from his red rimmed eyes. there’s a car, and a garage, and it’s all he can think to do in a split second. how might a mother, who loves her children with all of her heart despite how she hurts them so, feel when she finds her son no longer inhaling fumes because he’s passed out? ask elaine barrish.

no one knows for over a year, names and pseudonyms being confused and dispersed. forced sobriety normally didn’t work for tj, but this time rehab seemed to get through to him. he can maintain a sense of sobriety, nothing that’s considered illegal or prescribed to others, until 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤. the puppet is now a pawn, an article being published on the suicide attempt of america’s sweetheart. he watches the story unfold on the news while sharing a straw to soak up snow on his dealer’s couch.

the rest of his life will never look the same. he realizes that sobriety is a privilege he has to work for. feeling everything makes the lows lower and the highs higher. when no one will name it ( maybe one day a doctor will say the word bipolar to him outloud ) how can you treat it? mania gives him excitement, but with it comes his chest being ripped to shreds by his own mind. 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭?

#** about: tj.#** headcanons: tj.#uh.... all of the things to avoid are in the top there LOL #i wrote this bio in 2022 and it's just a very good tj bio #anyway i develop a LOT of ships for tj hehe #90% of the time i write him in his addict phase from 20-27

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