21 Jump Street - Tom Hansen x Reader

The McQuiad Siblings

"Charles, I'm home. Tom's with me," I called through the apartment. I headed towards the kitchen with Tom in tow. "You can just put the bags on the counter for now." I told Tom.

"I can't believe we managed to carry all of your stuff up in one trip," he exclaimed while seting the bags down.

"Me neither," I agreed. "We probably looked like idiots." 

Tom burst out laughing. "Yeah, we probably did."

"Hey, Honey," Charles said, emerging from our bedroom. "Sorry, I was on a call."

"It's fine," I said, giving him a kiss on his cheek. "Tom, this is my boyfriend Charles. Charles, this is my co-worker and partner, Tom."

"Hey, man. I hope she didn't drag you around town with all of that stuff," Charles said. I playfully hit his arm.

"Of course I didn't," I stated

"Well... You and Judy did make me carry most of these bags around the mall," Tom said. I stuck my tongue out at him. "I'd better get going, after all, it's a school night."

"Ugh, school," I spat.

"Nice meeting you, Tom," Charles said, shaking Tom's hand.

"Same to you, Charles. I'll see you tomorrow, (Y/n)."

"Drive safe, Hansen," I said as Tom left the apartment. I turned to Charles. "Can you help me put the groceries away?"

"Sure," Charles said sweetly.

...

I woke up to the annoying beeping of my alarm clock at 5:30am. I had to be at Jump Street around 6:50am to meet up with Tom and Doug, and to check in with Fuller. I pulled myself out of bed and took a hot shower to wake myself up. I had already laid out my outfit last night so I grabbed it and put it on. I had decided to wear a white, v-cut tee-shirt tucked into a tight, black mini skirt. I wore an over sized jean jacket that was big enough for Tom to wear (he insisted on trying it on at the mall). To finish the look, I slipped on some white sneakers. I brushed my hair and put on some red lipstick and a small amount of eyeliner. After I finished changing, I slipped into the kitchen to get some breakfast.

"Woah," said Charles. "You look like a teen again."

"I'm glad. I wasn't sure if this was teen-y enough."

I quickly made myself some breakfast, grabbed my keys and bag, then headed out the door.

"Bye, Charles."

"Drive safe."

...

Soon enough, I found myself in the Jump Street parking lot, pulling into the open spot next to Tom's Mustang. Tom was still sitting in his car, but once I parked, he exited and made his way over to my door. I turned off my car and got out.

"Wow, (Y/n). McQuiad looks good on you," Tom said, looking me up and down.

"Thanks, Tommy. You don't look too bad yourself." I looked over Tom. He was wearing a scarf-like bandanna on his head, a jean jacket with no sleeves, a shirt with brown sleeves, and ripped jeans.

"We're just waiting on Doug, aren't we?"

"Yep," Tom said, popping the p. "It doesn't look like we'll be waiting much longer, though."

I turned to see Doug pulling into the parking lot.

"Hey, guys, sorry I took so long," Doug said. He was wearing a white tee shirt, a red and black flannel shirt and a black leather jacket. He also wore ripped jeans.