Sebastian Stan (+ characters) Oneshots

TJ Hammond - Carry On

TJ Hammond x Megan

Requested by @rochyu, I hope this is okay! <3 TJ is bisexual in this oneshot! I KNOW THIS ISN'T CORRECT TO THE STORYLINE, BUT I HAVEN'T SEEN THE SERIES SINCE IT WENT OFF OF NETFLIX SO I WENT FROM MY MEMORY, WHICH IS ABSOLUTELY AWFUL

//TRIGGER WARNING: THIS ONESHOT CONTAINS SUICIDE, DEPRESSION, AND DRUG/ALCOHOL ADDICTION! STAY SAFE!//

You had known TJ Hammond ever since you were kids. You knew everything about each other, and you were never afraid to tell each other anything. You were the first person TJ ever came out to as bisexual, and you took that trust he had in you very seriously.

You knew about his drug and alcohol problem. You tried your best to help, but you were only one person. You couldn't get him to go anywhere to get help because there was no way he could go through that without the press finding out, and he didn't need that kind of buzz going around about him. People speculated enough, they didn't need more to say.

Instead you simply made sure he knew you were there for him. You picked up every one of his calls. You came over to his house no matter what time it was. You talked to him every day and let him talk about whatever he wanted to you for as long as he wished. In return, he always did the same for you.

You were on your way to his house, your fingers rhythmically tapping the steering wheel to the music playing on your car radio. Your thoughts were scattered between paying attention to the road and collecting your conversation points with TJ. You were ready to finally tell him how you feel, and you weren't sure how he was going to take it. You knew you had to be careful going about this, but after all you've been through with him, you were sure you could find the right words.

You weren't sure whether it was a good or bad thing that you lived relatively close to the home the president's son resided in. It was a mere few blocks from your apartment, and the traffic was oddly few and far between that day. You couldn't help but note the quiet and eerie feeling in the air. The hair on the back of your neck rose a bit as you stopped at a red light and began peering around.

Truly, nothing seemed to be the matter. Everyone was living their lives like normal. Mothers led their young children by the hand as they crossed the crosswalk in front of you. Formally attired business man were speed walking down the sidewalks, their heads down and their phones held flush against their ears. It was a bit overcast, but that was to be expected for the time of year. Overall, everything was completely normal.

Of course, you wouldn't believe that.

The harsh sound of a car horn snapped you out of your panicked daze. You gasped and returned your attention to the road, pressing on the gas pedal and moving through the intersection. You saw the driver behind you cursing violently at you, but you simply bit your lip and continued driving. Looks like someone is having a bad day today.

You couldn't wait to see TJ today. Although the idea of admitting your feelings to him was quite obviously very daunting, you still couldn't help but love being around him. He made you feel happier and lighter when he was around. The way he would always look at you with kind and excited eyes and he would always greet you with a huge hug and a delighted, "Megan!" was always sure to put a smile on your face. You just hoped he felt the same around you.

You finally reached the grand house that you had grown to know all too well. You quickly checked in with the secret service agents keeping an eye on the place as you always did. They never told you their names, so you decided to make up your own for them.

"Hey Mike and Ike, nice to see you guys again," you greeted cheerily as you walked up to them. The two men kept straight faces as usual and didn't respond. You handed Mike your bag and allowed him to check it over as Ike searched for any weapons on your person. They weren't quite as thorough as they used to be because you would come over so often. Mike had gone from a full on investigation of each item in your bag to a quick peek. Ike's once serious and slightly uncomfortable full body search had become a quick pat down. You smiled as you took your bag back and entered the house.