James Buchanan Barnes Imagines

TJ Hammond: Confession

TJ Hammond~Reader

Read this but listen to Build a home slowed. It's WAY better and sadder.

Warning: Cussing, drinking, and addiction.

It was Christmas. TJs parents left for the holidays taking Doug with them.

You, being TJs closet friend decided to spen Christmas with him since your parents were out of town for a while. You had feelings for TJ but didn't show it. You were scared he didn't feel the same way.

So, you kept it simple all these years. You guys meet when you were kids and started talking to one another. You saw how his parents treated him and how unfair it was for him. You felt bad, you always did.

You were in your room after you just got done cleaning and yoru phone rang.

"Hello?" You answered.

"Y/n Y/M/N Y/L/N." Alex said firmly.

"Okay. You called me by my whole name...what did I do?" You asked nervously.

"Why am I getting emails saying you spent 20 bucks on snacks?" She asked oddly calm.

"Because...It's true...?" You need off with a question.

You heard a huff then a massive amount of Spanish talking that you only got part of.

"Okay okay! I'll fix it damn!" You said trying not to laugh at the fact you didn't understand a word.

You hung up and you were about to put your phone down when it rang again. You groaned answering it.

"Yes." You answered.

There was no response.

"Hello? TJ?" You said looking at your Phone then putting it back to your ear.

"Who's there?" He asked with a slur.

You sighed and knew exactly what was happening. It was like you were there with him as you spoke.

"Your back pocket dum dum." You said putting him on speaker.

"My back pocket can talk?! That's crazy!!" He said taking it out.

"No, your crazy. You butt dialed me." You said grabbing your keys to your grey Mustang.

"Oh my God. My butt talks now?!"

"No! Don't talk to your butt! I repeat do not!" You ordered as you got in your car.

You heard glass break and a loud thud then came a groan. You smaked your forehead knowing he bumped into the many pieces of glass around his house and fell.

"Are you okay?" You asked knowing full well he's fine.

"I cut my finger." He said as a hint of confusion cut into his voice.

You could see him sitting on the floor confused and on the verge of tears. You shook your head and pulled up to his house since you were only 5 minutes away from each other.

"How many bottles TJ?" You asked.

"Uh...3....9....4...."

"Nevermind." You answered hanging up.

You knew you were gonna cry so you might as well prepare. Even though he was drunk and it could get him killed, you kind of enjoyed crazy TJ. He was funny like he is when he's normal but this is funnier because hes not acting. He's not pretending to be happy, he's not pretending to hide his pain. When he's drunk, he has no pain, no anger, just him being him.