#mostlylows

[multusxcastalides]

@mostlylows​​ inquired: ❛ I just moved into the apartment next to you, so I guess we’re gonna be neighbors now. ❜ (lill)

     She had not expected visitors and had kind of settled into a /whole/ afternoon to herself. The girls were with Brandon at the park - it had been his idea to give her the afternoon off - and she had no obligations whatsoever. So, when the doorbell rang, she was confused for a moment. Had she forgotten about an appointment?

     In her sweats and oversized sweater, she opened the door only to find a complete stranger standing there. “Oh hi,” she leaned against the door and smiled at him. “What can I do for you?” Her gaze quickly moved across his face, taking in his features. He was handsome, young - maybe a little younger than she was - and looked… somewhat familiar, though she couldn’t place him.

     “I just moved into the apartment next to you, so I guess we’re gonna be neighbors now.”

     “Oh!” She leaned out of the door and glanced at the apartment building that had been finished only months before. It had looked expensive, especially next to her strangely colored and built a while ago house. “Nice to meet you!” She held out her hand. “My name’s Lill. God, I’ve wondered about that building. Looks fancy. Is it fancy?”

🐝  *  ―  𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍��� 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. || Accepting

[shieldedsouls]

@mostlylows

             𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒,  𝐓.𝐉 𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑.     but when he's hungover,  this problem is only heightened.     he's not sure what time it is when he finally comes out of his alcohol-induced coma in the hotel room,  but it's after a few lazy noises and stretches that he begins to come to terms with the waking world;   much to his chagrin.     there's a dull pounding in his temple and the usual aches and grogginess that tend to come with a night of drinking a few too many,  but that's nothing NOVEL in the former first son’s wild lifestyle.     then flashbacks from the night before begin to kick in,  and his sleepy state is quickly forgotten,  blues flying open.     he remembers laughter.     vodka.     silver haired guy.     and one of those novelty chapels;   like the kind in vegas.    ❝   HOLY SHIT...   ❞  he mutters as it all slowly dawns on him.     they got married last night.    t.j sits up in the bed,  disregarding the hangover in lieu of a more 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 matter.     is the guy still here somewhere?     ❝   hello...?   ❞

     usually, he’s awake by now. but as it turns out? pietro can in fact outdrink his own metabolism. the price, it seems, was being out for what probably constituted a normal amount of time ( and then some ) and he doesn’t stir until there’s noise in the room. beside him. WAIT. beside him? he drank much more last night than he had realised.

   the man makes a discontented rumble at being woken, face stubbornly pressed against the pillow until he’s good and ready to face the day. “ hi, ” he reluctantly mumbles from the under the covers he’s bundled in, altogether unconcerned by having company for the moment. not wanting to get up didn’t mean he couldn’t, nor did it mean he couldn’t easily defend himself. he’d just be grouchy if he had to. “ time? ”

[freedompersonified]

       @mostlylows (continued because Steve got stuck on this and won’t let me do other things til I do this):

   𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆,  and simply shrugs and smirks mischievously at the blond.     ❝   is that right?     and what’re you gonna do,  rogers?     arrest me?     PUNISH ME?   ❞     t.j mitigates the words by shuffling closer and sliding an arm around steve’s neck,  brushing their lips gently.     ❝   i happen to have some 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃���𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐒 under the bed…..   ❞

Steve was half-asleep when he’d made the comment about TJ’s chilly feet tucking themselves against his legs, but two of the words that register with him have him wide awake. He deepens the kiss almost instantly, bringing TJ closer to him with a firm arm around his waist. “Mm, I might just have to make good use of those,” he mumbles into the kiss, nipping gently at TJ’s lower lip. “I’d say assault with chilly feet is certainly a punishable offense. . . .” His hand, which as been slowly wandering lower, makes contact with TJ’s ass and gives it a squeeze that’s somehow sharp and soft all at once.

[warkept]

         @mostlylows | plotted.

                Eyes watch T.J. closely as fingers gently dance across the bruises on his face. How one man can get into so much trouble is beyond Ashley ; it seemed like every other week, Ashley was cleaning up T.J.’s messes. Not that he minded, really. He may act like he does, but he likes to fight, relishes in the violence like a savage boar. Less than human, less than human, he was. Weapon, tool, shield. Thing.

                 As his brain snaps out of it, he realizes his hand was cupping T.J.’s cheek a tad more firm than he had intended. Clearing his throat, his touch turned tender, a quiet “ I’m sorry, ” passing through his lips. 

                 In silence, he cleans and bandages the scrapes and cuts. As per usual, he leans in and places a gentle kiss to the most painful one ; his sister had told him kisses healed wounds faster. Words he’s clung to for a long time. There was no sentiment to the action besides the hopes that T.J.’s wounds healed soon. 

               “ T.J., ” he says firmly, trying to catch his attention as he leans back on his haunches. Eyes narrow, head tilts, though expression doesn’t change. “ Do you have others who do this for you ?? ” Please say yes ; how can I leave if you don’t ??

[justicetempered]

@mostlylows || Semi-Plotted SC

A familiar face plopped down at the bar across from Steve and he couldn’t help but grin. Holding up a finger, telling the brunet just a second, Steve poured the couple beers the couple at the end had ordered before turning to get T.J.’s usual. A moment later he slid it across to the younger man, before leaning across the bar to chat.

    “You look kinda glum- everythin’ alright?”

Since pulling T.J. out of that apartment fire months ago, the brunet had become a regular at Steve’s place of work, entertaining him while on shift. They’d become real close friends, even having their own inside jokes and plenty of late-night texting conversations. It was unusual- Steve wasn’t a firefighter for the praise or the gratitude, he merely wanted to help people any way he could. T.J. seeking him out after to personally thank him and invite him to his nightclub had been unexpected, but Steve didn’t regret accepting the offer.

While their lives were vastly different, they got along well, and it had been a nice breath of fresh air to Steve’s mundane routine. He wasn’t the type of guy who habitually hung out with semi-famous owners of nightclubs. But T.J. never seemed to mind, seemingly happy to talk about normal things like Steve’s complaints about his fire chief and what show T.J. was currently binging. Steve had come to really care about the younger man, especially knowing some of the burdens of his past and of his family, and he hated seeing the usually-chipper man looking so down.

[brooklynbornn]

HAMMOND, TJ ( alias: none ) --- @mostlylows

As always, TJ’s fingers are warm. In that TOUCH, he conveys so much more than the quiet THANKS that follows. And yet? It’s gone in the next FLEETING moment. Bucky memorizes the slip of TJ’s fingers through his own, the bit of PRESSURE, and then the slow drag back. In response, he hums a bit. The soldier’s gaze falls down to the floor, tracking the SCUFFS in the toes of his boots. 

❝ Yeah? ❞ he follows, and the SMIRK that shatters is cool demeanor is inevitable. ❝ Good thing I didn’t intend on goin’ anywhere, ain’t it? ❞ Bucky drawls, eyes flicking up TJ’s body before SETTLING on the softness, on the  V U L N E R A B I L I T Y  in his expression. Reaching up, Bucky barely ghosts the tips of his metal fingers against TJ’s arm before deciding BETTER of it, and his hand falls. 

❝ And I don’t think I want to. ❞

SOURCE.

[fameheld-blog]

      @mostlylows // plotted.

                  Nightclubs weren’t especially his scene, but the Dome had a nice feel to it. A pleasant owner, too, it seemed. It seemed as though he was eager to have him perform. The night went smoothly, the crowd mingling and dancing enjoyed the performance ( a mix of covers and original songs , and a painful throwback to Peach Soda which everyone but Charlie seemed to enjoy ) and Charlie considered it a job well done. 

                  Pushing his glasses up, he wove around the crowd, making his way to the lounging area. Eyes caught on T.J. and lips curled into a smile, pleasant and polite. While he was a flatterer, he tried to keep his relationship with those who employed him professional. Walking to the empty seat on the couch beside him, Charlie slipped his hands into his pockets. “ Mind if I sit here ?? ” 

[pcsitivibee]

positivity for @mostlylows: mostlylows is the best t.j. hammond on the site hands down! such good attention to detail both past and present, and is always moving his character forward beyond what the show has given him. the writer is a delight and the writing itself is superb!

[shieldedsouls]

( v; not the spotlight i wanted | former first daughter!angie )

semi-plotted verse with @mostlylows​’s tj hammond

                           be a good girl.

      that was all she ever was, so the words didn’t make sense at first. not while her father ran his campaign, not at any of the events she and her siblings were supposed to dress their nicest for and attend politely. janey was the ‘wild’ one, and the most she did as the youngest was sneak out to go binge-eat ice cream with friends. hardly criminal material, the martinelli children.

                                                     be a good girl.

 angie only understands what the words are supposed to mean when photos somehow end up in the press ( sometime after her father won the vote and became president, sometime before she’s joined him to reside in the white house ) of her kissing someone. no, not just someone, but a girl. michelle dylans, her best friend since they were five, captured in a moment that was supposed to be innocent in (almost) every way because they’re young and curious and excited.

                     we told you to be a good girl, not to do this, she’s reprimanded for weeks after. she never sees michelle again, the entire family uprooting to get away from the scandal and to separate the girls. her best friend’s parents had loved the martinelli family right up until they found out it hadn’t even been the first kiss between the two; angie didn’t go anywhere for almost a month afterward.

    by the time she’s sixteen ( and photos of much more than kisses have gone out because the fucking hounds keep finding her no matter where she tries to hide ), angie martinelli has officially raised a flag of ‘FUCK IT’ and makes sure she’s done plenty before seventeen.

          if being herself like she had always been wasn’t being a good girl, and she was going to have everyone’s attention anyway, then she was goddamn well going to make sure she earned the ire and disbelief suddenly started to use around her. if it lands her in the tabloids in again, so what they’ve already stolen the last of her childhood from her. if it lands on her parents’ plates, so what they don’t have time to deal with her in person anyway anymore. if it lands her in the hospital, well…

   until then, she’ll do whatever she wants just like she always did. she’ll live by her father’s words to ‘ be yourself whatever the cost to someone else ’ sooner than she’ll wither and die trying to please everyone.

        angie is a former first daughter, and her parents remain politically active post-presidency ( including her father making it as vice-president just two terms after serving as president ). her brother went into the military to get away from the increasing dramas, her younger sister surprisingly mellowed out and became quite the socialite. as for angie…well, she’s working on it.

          she becomes quite the party girl with a particular inclination for alcohol, but has dabbled with harder substances over the years. for every story about her parents and their successes in their careers, there’s another about her and another party, another leaked affair, another article about whether she needs to lose weight or not.

   angie and tj have been friends since they were quiet young, having met while his father was president and keeping contact. it wasn’t unusual to run into each other at the same parties, and she’s more than once joined him in certain highs just for the sake of some company, especially once michelle was forcibly cut out of her life, and she’s spent just as many nights with him wishing she was wasted because then it’s harder to focus on it.

[freedompersonified]

“All your oversized shirts belong to me now.” ( does he even own any lmao )

@mostlylows

Amusement twitches at the corners of Steve’s mouth. “Oh. . . all of ‘em, huh?” he inquires, raising an eyebrow. If it is possible to be smugly ensconced in a piece of slightly too-big clothing, TJ has achieved it. Steve is relatively certain he has never seen anything cuter in his whole life. 

And it’s not just cute. Steve was previously aware of this tendency, but there’s something. . . satisfying, about seeing TJ wearing Steve’s clothes. That satisfaction is likely showing in a faint pink glow spreading from the tips of Steve’s ears across his cheeks. 

“I don’t suppose me buying more shirts would solve the problem of me no longer having access to these?” he asks, wrapping an arm around TJ’s waist and pressing a kiss to his forehead.

[warkept]

@mostlylows : 

             𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐓.𝐉 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃,  but so far ashley is proving to occasionally have that effect.     his lack of ability to read the other man means that he surprises the former first son on a relatively FREQUENT basis,  and t.j is slowly coming to decide that it is a good thing.     he likes being kept on his toes and hearing something he wasn’t expecting to hear   —   this being a very suitable case in point.    a date.     a date,  the suggestion of which is posed endearingly nervously.    t.j actually studies the guard for a few moments,  half-suspecting that it’s some kind of odd 𝐉𝐎𝐊𝐄 he’s missing the punchline to.     but a search of ashley’s features indicate sincerity, and finally t.j lets himself smile.     ❝   …..as a matter of fact,  i WOULD.     what kinda place do you wanna go?   ❞

              Ashley watches patiently, albeit terrified, for a response. There’s a look of surprise on T.J.’s face, and the man fears that he’s crossed a line. However, he doesn’t retract his offer, simply stands there, quiet as could be, and waits for a response. If he’s chastised, he’s chastised. And if not ?? Well he achieved the desired outcome. A date. Finally, T.J. smiles, and Ashley’s tension lessens. So he would like to go. Licking his lips, his shoulders raise in a shrug. “ We could do something cliche, like dinner. Mini golf. Or we could go to the park. Doesn’t really matter to me, so long as it is with you. ”

[ruintint]

          “would  you...  er,  i  could  help...  carry?  if  you  are  in...  need.”  reaching  out.  a  big  step  for  him,  actively  seeking  someone’s  attention.  at  least,  someone  who  is  not  willow.  he  tries  to  pretend  it’s  only  because  the  man  looks  like  he  could  use  an  extra  set  of  hands,  only  because  he  has  nothing  better  to  do  and  (  for  once  )  he  is  not  ready  to  head  back  to  their  apartment  just  yet.  it’s  not  because  he  requires  human  contact,  conversation.  and  it  is  definitely  not  because  willow  has  been  pushing  him  to  get  out  more.  he’s  definitely  not  in  denial.  except  that  it’s  totally  all  of  those  reasons,  and  he  most  definitely  is  in  denial  about  it.  //  @mostlylows  bc ...  i  felt  like  it....

[indyflanery]

@mostlylows continued from x

                       A VISIT FROM THE ARCHAEOLOGIST IS UNEXPECTED   ;  but welcome nonetheless.   t.j had been in the middle of guiding two delivery guys to where he wanted the new set of couches in the dome’s main celebration room.   t.j is admiring his awesome taste in furniture when the offer comes,  turning his attention to indiana.   ❝   yeah,  sure   —   i can duck out for a half-hour.   ❞   one of the many upsides to being the boss.  ❝   there’s a new place down the street i haven’t tried out yet.   how do you feel about tacos  ??  ❞

*·☆ﾟ. *·   various prompts.   /   accepting.   (   @indyflanery​.   )

He had to admit to often popping by randomly when he probably shouldn’t, but TJ never seemed to mind, so there was that. Smiling, Indy nodded. “Tacos are great,” he agreed. He waited a moment for the other man to lead the way before saying anything else. “Club must be doing well. You look like you’re getting ready for...something.“

[battlesthatmatter]

“Oh, don’t mind me. Just enjoying the view.”

ancient memes

He’d been going about his morning routine. After his run he’d got his shower in, as per usual. He always tried to hurry, just in case T.J. needed to use the shower next. Steve hated when he had to wait, so he wanted to pay the same courtesy in the morning hours. For a moment the blonde wondered just how long he had been in there, considering that T.J. was pretty much staring at him. His lips moved to start and explain what was taking longer than normal when the former first son spoke up. Well, that was a relief. Steve adjusted the grip upon the towel that was about him. An easy smile spread over his face while he walked closer, careful to keep to the bath mat for as long as possible. “You know, I could just draw you a picture,” he chuckled and kissed his temple softly.

[allamericanbcya]

cont. from x with @mostlylows

STEVE glances over at tj and lifts a brow. be his fake date? at some (probably) fancy event? he bites his lip thinking over the pros and cons of saying YES to the other. he knows it’s risky. mostly for HIMSELF. he’s developed a bit of a CRUSH on the other and has been working double time to ignore it. but he’d probably get free food and steve’s basically a starving ARTIST so free can get him to do just about anything. and tj is his FRIEND, it’s good to help out a friend. but god he doesn’t need the EXTRA fuel to the flame. it’s bad enough his mind WANDERS when they’re simply hanging out.

ah, fuck it. it could be FUN and it could just be the thing he needs to get OVER his crush. plus, steve really does need to do more than just WORK, hang out in his apartment and watch movies. grad school steve is so much LAMER than undergrad steve.

          ❝ Is there free food, do I have to wear a tie and do you expect hand holding? ❞

[rezolutionarchive-blog]

                       BOY,  CAN T.J RELATE TO THAT.  he’s alone too   —   not in the reclusive hermit living in a cave kind of way,  but the alone in a room full of people kind of way.   somehow,  that’s even worse.   money and fame can’t buy happiness,  and no one embodies that sentiment more than this pair.   ❝   …i know,   ❞   t.j murmurs with soft empathy,  reaching across to squeeze sam’s arm.   ❝   you’re not ANYMORE, though.   like it or not,  you’re kinda stuck with me now.   ❞   a beat,  and a slow grin forms.   ❝   ———   give it a week,  and you’ll probably wanna go back to being alone.   ❞

❛ I AM, AM I? ❜      Sam’s smirking around the cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. He doesn’t altogether hate the idea. A chance encounter at an airport, a few lonely hours whittled away in the only sensible manner for two young men like themselves, and here they are. A couple of ships adrift at sea, finding one another on the open ocean. They didn’t pass in the night. They collided like something cosmic intended them to, and now TJ Hammond’s touch is warming him on the inside and his smile is making Sam feel like less of a failure.             ❛ A week? Man, I’m already there. ❜      But the way his eyes sparkle belies the teasing, and the way he reaches over with his free hand to grip the one on his arm. Just for a moment. A gesture of solidarity. I’ll help you to shore if you help me.             ❛ Thank you. ❜                @mostlylows