#also getting to show off mae's messed up arm scar

[herearedragons]

finished a Maevil hug sketch

(something something waking up from Watcher nightmares)

[tiny-slasher]

Thomas Hewitt x Reader | Coffee Shop AU | Part 1

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I did the big cliche, but I really needed to get this idea out of my head. Also, there is not enough Thomas content, and that needs to be remedied, somehow, even if it’s my garbage writing. 

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You’d heard that the coffee at Luda Mae’s coffee shop was amazing, and that the desserts were even better. A colleague of yours swore by the tea cakes, having to buy one every week to curb his growing addiction to them. Word was that the place had a coffee brew that was so silky and smooth it could soften even the stalest of cookies.

You finally agreed to give it a try after your colleague brought it up for the billionth time, only to have your shoulders grabbed and your face pulled mere inches away from his. Staring you down with a gaze that could frighten even the strongest military men, he told you to never go on on Wednesdays. He did not elaborate further when you asked him why.

And yet, you found yourself gazing up at the old, painted sign of the coffee shop, soaking wet from the pouring rain, on Wednesday.

Cold from the wind, you dragged yourself up the steps and into the shop. Immediately, the warm scent of coffee beans and baked goods filled your nostrils, as a small bell jingled to announce your arrival. Soft country music filled the small space, dimly and warmly lit, creating a cozy and comfortable space.

The lack of customers was surprising to you, and you couldn’t help the feeling of apprehension settling in your gut. As cozy as the atmosphere was, there was a tension present that was very out of place. Walking forward, mindful to wipe your dripping shoes off on the mat, you glanced towards the front of the shop.

“Hello?” You asked softly, seeing no one at the counter.

A couple of loud clinks in a back room reached your ears, and then several thudding footsteps. A door behind the counter swung open, and your eyes widened. The man who walked out was enormous, barely fitting through the door frame, and his lower face was obscured by a crudely sewn leather mask. His hair was a bit of a mess, pulled back into a sloppy ponytail and partially falling around his face. There were coffee stains all over his shirt and apron, staining parts of the green fabric a dull brown.

He paused upon seeing you, blue eyes widening ever so slightly as though shocked to see you at all, but then he simply wiped his hands off on his apron and walked up to the counter. When he stood there and said nothing, you assumed he was waiting for you to order.

“U-uh...I’ll just have a plain coffee...m-medium.”

The man nodded once and then went to work, grabbing a cup and filling it with coffee. He spilled coffee on his hand almost immediately, wiping it off with a sharp intake of breath. He glanced back at you, as if waiting for you to judge him, but you just gave him an encouraging smile. Blinking, he turned back to his work, glancing back every now and then.

You took the opportunity to admire the muscles of his back while he was turned, wondering how much strength was hiding beneath them. His hair looked so thick and soft, and your fingers itched to run through it. You wondered why he wore the mask. Was it for health reasons, or was it a style choice?

You jumped when you realized he was staring at you, gaze pointed as if he’d asked a question. Your face grew hot as you tried to stop feeling so flustered.

“S-sorry, what?”

He pointed to the sign above him, directly at the types of milk they offered.

“Oh, just regular, please. With sugar too.”

The man crouched down and grabbed a pitcher of milk, glancing back at you once with a strange look in his blue eyes. He finished it up with a couple of teaspoons of sugar, stirring it up like he’d done it hundreds of times before, and then popped a lid on it. Turning around, he placed the coffee cup on the counter in front of you, seemingly small in his large hands, and pulled up the price on the cash register.

You swallowed, noting your height difference now that he was a bit closer, and your heart skipped a beat when he looked down at you.

Blinking twice you laughed nervously, “Right, I guess I need to pay you, don’t I?”

He didn’t answer, but did tilt his head curiously. His gaze didn’t leave you as you fumbled around for some change.

He took your money in an iron grip, counting it and then pulling out some change. His fingers brushed your palm as he dropped some dimes and a nickel, and you couldn’t help the way your breath hitched. Hearing it, he snatched his hand back as if burned, and stared at you with wide eyes.

“T-Thank you!” You stammered out, your face burning as you practically ran out of the shop.

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When you bragged about the delicious coffee you’d snagged at Luda Mae’s to your colleagues, you’d accidentally let it slip that you’d gone on a Wednesday. Immediately, you were inundated with strange questions, like “did you see him?” or “Isn’t he scary?”. Not long after, they began talking about the rumors they’d heard about him. You learned that apparently this man was not well-accepted.

“He’s clearly unstable. His arms have scars all over them.”

“Someone told me they saw him beating up a guy in the alley behind the shop.”

“I heard that the mask he wears is made out of human skin.”

The last one, in your opinion, was the most ridiculous, and nothing they said stopped you from fantasizing about him and the way he’d towered over you - his blue eyes burning into yours. You couldn’t understand why everyone was so afraid of him - the mere idea of him was addicting.

You lasted a day before showing back up on the front step of Luda Mae’s Coffee Shop.

When you crossed the threshold, the atmosphere of the shop was so different you nearly had whiplash. It was bustling with customers, some waiting in line and others sitting at tables.

There was a middle aged woman pouring coffee into cups, and a middle aged man working at the register.

“Mama! One large coffee and a slice of lemon cake!”

“There ain’t no need to yell, Charlie, for heaven’s sake!”

You looked around the place with intent, disappointed when you couldn’t find the man from Wednesday. You were so focused on your disappointment that you jumped when the man at the register snapped his fingers in your face.

“Hello? Anyone home?” He practically spat in your face. “I ain’t got all day!”

“Oh, gosh I’m sorry! I u-uh...”

The man raised an eyebrow and made a show of leaning on his elbows, unimpressed.

“...Um, I’ll just have a regular coffee, thanks. With regular milk and sugar. Medium.”

“You get that, mama?” the man yelled back to the woman behind him while he rang up the bill.

“I’m right behind you! Quit yellin’ in my ear!”

You waited slightly off to the side to let other customers order, and awkwardly glanced around. There was no sign of the man anywhere, and you inwardly pouted.

“Here ya are. One regular coffee.” The woman handed the cup to you with a quick smile.

“Thank you! Oh...um, can I ask you something?”

“We’re not lookin’ to hire.”

“No, no, I was just wondering...when does that man work? The one with the mask?”

The woman’s eyes narrowed and the man up front glanced in your direction. They were the only two staring, and yet you felt like the entire shop had its eyes on you. You had a feeling that your next words should be chosen very carefully.

“Why?”

You played with the lid on the cup and shifted on your feet, “I j-just...”

You cut yourself off when the door behind the counter opened, and the man in question walked through. Everyone in the shop froze and turned to look at him - some more discreetly than others. You were no exception, though your reasons were likely much different than theirs. Some of the customers finished their coffee and scurried out, as if terrified of him.

No wonder he’d been so surprised to see you order, the other day, if this was the reaction he usually received.

The man carried a large box in his hands, probably with coffee grounds and other supplies.

“Oh, just set that over here, Thomas,” the woman said, gesturing under the counter.

Thomas. 

Thomas did as he was told, catching your gaze as he stood. His eyes widened a bit, recognizing you, and you gave him a small smile. He swallowed and froze in his tracks, eyes skirting over you, when the man at the front yelled at him.

“Tommy! We need more cups up here!”

Thomas huffed and went back into the room he came from, glancing at you one last time before disappearing. You watched him go with a fuzzy feeling in your tummy.

“It’s rude to stare.”

You turned to the woman, who was watching you suspiciously.

“Sorry, he’s just...kind of handsome, isn’t he?”

Both she and the man up front did a double-take and gawked at you. The woman recovered first and gave you a kind smile.

“Yes, he is,” she agreed, her tone wistful. “I’ve always thought so.”

You cleared your throat when the two of them didn’t stop staring at you, and thanked them for the coffee before turning to leave.

“He works up front on Wednesdays and Thursday nights!”

You heard the grin of the man at the counter’s voice before you saw it, taking note of the mischievous glint in his eyes. You nodded to him bashfully, acknowledging his statement. As you walked out of the door you heard him yell “Hey Tommy! You’ve got a fan!” and couldn’t help the smile from spreading on your face.

They weren’t surprised when you showed up again that next Wednesday, with a wide grin and a happy gleam in your eyes when you saw Thomas standing there.

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PART 2

[ninnodesu]

The New Matriarch, ch 5

AN: So, I have a love-hate relationship to this chapter, honestly. The original draft had a 12 week timeskip, but I didn’t think it would fit, fully. And this version was born. I had a hard time writing this chapter, honestly, and I don’t think it’s my best work so far. I also noticed that it’s somewhat close to ch 4, both ending in smiles and a “Thank you”, but I wanted to try and sneak in an apology and some cuteness with Thomas and reader early on! 

TW:  None.

You

A few hours had passed since you’d had dinner with the family, they’d introduced themselves as “Hewitt” to you. Okay so, there’s Charlie Hewitt, son to miss Luda, who does… something during the days. You were laying in bed, looking up at the ceiling while repeating what had been said to you during dinner. Monty is a mechanic and miss Luda’s brother and… You pause slightly when you get to Thomas, even though you’re not entirely sure why.

And Thomas… Thomas is a butcher, and also miss Luda’s son. And miss Luda tends to a gas station… You tried sleeping for about an hour after your repetition of names and occupations but failed and instead sat up. A pout emerging on your lips as you lightly tapped the mattress under you before you decided to get up and walk downstairs. Even though you’re not sure what to do downstairs, maybe you could sit on the porch or something. On the top of the stair landing you noticed the faint whispers of the TV running downstairs.

Your curiosity picked in your stomach as you descended the stairs, avoiding that creepy step. It was dark downstairs, except for the faint glow of said TV you were hunting through the night, keeping an eye out for who could be watching it. The room was empty, none of the old men nor Luda Mae was watching it. But you did hear snoring not far away from you. On your way into the room you found yourself reaching your hand out to guide yourself through the dark, fingers brushing against a table and then something… leathery. You stopped in your steps and grabbed a hold of it, trying your best to see it, hoping your eyes had adjusted in the dark.

You held it up, turning slightly to try and get the TV glow light it up more, getting closer to get more light and that’s when you realized what it was. Oh… It’s… it’s that mask. You hummed slightly out of curiosity to how this Thomas-man would look without it, but you quickly shook that thought away as you had already seemingly hurt his feelings once that day, so you decided to just hang it over the backrest of the same couch you curled up on.

You tucked your knees up to your chest and rested your chin on them and lazily watched the show that was on. It seemed to be some kind of… action? Or… a scary movie? You had no idea, honestly. A few shuffling steps, a clank of glass against wood and something that sounded like panicked breathing alerted you to a presence in the room, and you looked in the direction they came from.

The man, Thomas, frantically turned in the dark, one of his arms swept across the table you had stopped by to pick the mask up and you realized what he was panicking about. You weren’t sure what to do at this point, but you picked the mask up and extended it towards his location. “Here.”, you said weakly. He just stopped at your words, you couldn’t see him, the only thing you saw was a dark silhouette that moved closer ever so slowly. You noticed that when he almost came into clear view he looked down and covered his face in the crook of his arm, the other reaching almost blindly for yours.

Maybe he’s just really shy. You thought as you put his mask in his hand before turning to the TV again. A small shuffling sound, a sigh of relief and new footsteps coming your way.

As he sat down in one of the lounge chairs across from you, you smiled sheepishly at him. “Hi.”, you whispered, and turned your attention back to the television. “I’m sorry I took your mask.” you mumbled into your knees before the room descended into a heavy and thick silence, the kind you could probably cut with a knife. He seemed to ignore you fully, and somewhere in your mind you thought you understood why. But you honestly couldn’t stand the crushing silence between you two. Only sound being the faint dialogue of the show, Thomas gnawing on his snack and occasional sound effect from the TV, so you decided to say something to ease it.

You silently cleared your throat, trying to make it seem natural, and you noticed he actually glanced at you for the first time since he had entered the room. “Uhm…”, you started and jolted slightly as his head snapped in your direction, his brows furrowed.

Woops…

“Y-y...You’re uh… Thom..as, right?”, your voice was low, not wanting to startle him again. This time, he stayed planted in his place on the chair and looked over at you. Seemingly observing you, you figured he was trying to determine if you were friend or foe before he slowly nodded at your question, and turned his attention to the TV again. “Hi, Thomas.”, you smiled at him, and continued, “Is it… Is it alright if we uhm… talked?”, you really wanted to apologize for earlier, but also thank him for helping you with… whatever it was he had helped you with since your brain apparently had decided it didn’t want to remember it… and you were honestly curious about him. Something you couldn’t pinpoint drove you to him, he was mysterious. You wanted to know about his mask, about him.

Again, he nodded, letting out a small grunt that you guessed was associated with “yes”.

“I just… I wanted to… uhm… apologize.”, he turned his head when you said the last word and he raised an eyebrow, “I wanted to apologize for earlier…”, he kept his eyes on you, piercing your soul before they seemed to… relax, or at least you wanted to believe they did.

“I didn’t want to… hurt your feelings, it’s just…”, you let one of your legs down on the floor and started scratching on what looked like a small scab on your knee as you shrugged, “I just couldn’t, and… still can’t remember what happened to me.”, you looked up from your scratching and saw he was leaning forward on his knees fidgeting with a piece of his snack, listening to you with a focused look, “but… when I saw you in the hallway, I remembered you and I was just happy I remembered something, you’re all I can remember… I…”, you sighed, “I can’t even remember my own name.”

He let out a small, raspy “mmh” at your words, and you watched him as he rose from his seat, took one big step towards you and extended the hand he held what looked like beef jerky towards you, offering some. You couldn’t help but giggle up at him when he seemed persistent in giving you a piece of dried meat after you’ve just come clean to him and apologized to hurting his feelings. “Thank you, Thomas.”, your hand seemingly swallowed by his shirt.

It slipped down slightly from your wounded shoulder which reminded you. “Oh, right…”, you said between your own gnawing at the piece he’d given you, “Do you… know who helped me with this…?”, you looked over at him as you moved more of the fabric out of the way to easier show him the stitched up piece of skin. He looked over to the shoulder you were holding and nodded slightly before slowly extending one of his fingers pointing to himself and you could swear you saw him grin , but it might just have been shadows playing due to his mask.

“Did you do this?”, you glanced down at the neat stitching done to you. “Wow… You know your sewing, Thomas.”, you looked back up at him, and your heart jumped slightly.

The TV suddenly flashed bright due to some kind of effect or whatever and it lit the entirety of the right side of his face up and made his eye shine a bright blue color. You couldn’t help but give him a huge smile, making your eyes crinkle.

“Thank you.”

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Thomas B. Hewitt

I’m bored. His family had gone to sleep a few hours ago while Thomas stayed up to tinker at something, but after a while he got tired of that. He sighed and tried finding something to do. He wasn’t tired, and didn’t feel like going to sleep. One thought of what he could do hit him but he just groaned when it would just end up with him having to clean up a mess and he was honestly way too lazy for that now.

So he decided to venture downstairs to watch some TV instead.

So, here he was slumped in a chair, head resting on one of his hands, lightly scratching his scarred up face. Sure, he hated how it looked, but if he was going to be completely honest, the itching was the worst part at times. He had taken the mask off when he entered the room and put it on a nearby table where it was easy to grab when he decided to leave.

Ugh… I don’t like this movie, it’s so goddamn slow...

In the middle of deciding whether he should try to switch channels or not his stomach started grumbling at him.

Are you kidding me… I just got comfortable.

He let out a heavy sigh as his head lolled backwards a bit before heaving himself up from the chair and trudging over to the kitchen, his bare feet only making small shuffling noises to rummage for something to eat. Oh, mama, I love you, he let out a small happy moan to himself as he found a few pieces of beef jerky wrapped in some paper. He loved the beef jerky his mother made, even though he knew he was mostly not allowed to eat them because she saved them for special occasions. But like all children, no matter how old they get, he’s the bratty son who doesn’t listen to his mother when she’s not around, and grabbed some.

With some pieces of jerky, and a glass of water he wandered back into the TV room, quickly throwing his eyes on the table where he had put his mask only for his heart to stop.

No… nono no. Where is it?, he put his glass down to frantically look for it. I put it RIGHT here! Where’s my mask!, he swiped his arm over the table. “Here.”, a small voice spoke up and he looked towards it. The girl was here too. She had taken the mask from the table, a small anger building up in him.

Is this some kind of joke?, but she just extended her arm and held the mask out for him. She didn’t say anything, didn’t laugh, didn’t taunt him. Just holding the arm out, he shuffled closer to her but stopped right before his face became fully visible only to tuck it into the crook of his arm and holding his other hand out trying to catch it. And then he felt her just… put the mask in his hand. He almost threw his midnight snack down and scrambled the mask back on his face, he sighed in relief after getting it snug against him again.

...thanks...

He picked the items back up again and continued into the room, she wasn’t looking at him. She kept her eyes on the TV as he slumped back into the chair again. It wasn’t until he had sat down that she turned to him and smiled slightly. “Hi.”, she whispered before turning her head towards the TV again and mumbling something he really couldn’t decipher.

Why are you up?, he thought to himself as he started gnawing at some of the jerky and forced himself to watch the TV with the shitty move rolling on it.

This is so awkward, please say something. He was desperate. It was too quiet, the atmosphere too thick for his own comfort, and he was used to an awkward and pressed atmosphere, but this? Way too much.

He glanced over at her slightly as he heard her make a sound. “Uhm…”, like she had heard his own inner prayer she said something and he snapped his head at her direction, pushing his brows inward. “Y-y… You’re uh… Thom..as, right?”, there it was, that voice. Her voice. The voice he could admit to himself only that he actually liked, flowing like honey through the air. He just looked at her, a bit confused as to how she knew his name, but coming to the conclusion that either his mama had told her, or she had figured it out herself from context.

He slowly nodded his head to her question, not noticing her smile as she continued. “Hi, Thomas. Is it… Is it alright if we uhm… talked?” He hid his mouth behind one of his hands as he couldn’t help but to grin and almost laugh at that question.

Sure, we can “talk”, he said internally but nodded and grunted to indicate “yes”, hoping she got the gist of his action.

“I just… I wanted to… uhm… apologize.”, Thomas turned his head towards the girl when he heard the word “apologize” and raised one eyebrow.

Apologize? What for?

“I wanted to apologize for earlier…”, he kept looking at the dark shape that was this mystery girl on the couch, but actually relaxed a bit, she had lit his curiosity. People don’t apologize to Thomas Hewitt. “I didn’t want to… hurt your feelings, it’s just…”, as she moved, so did Thomas. He put his glass down on the floor and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees to listen in to her words. He followed one of her hands as she started picking and scratching at one of the scabs that had taken its place at her knee.

Go on, I’m listening., he replied to her internally, fiddling with one of his meat snacks.

“I just couldn’t and… still can’t remember what happened to me, but… when I saw you in the hallway, I remembered you and I was just happy I remembered something, you’re all I can remember… I…”, he was shocked. Taken aback at what she said.

You… You were… happy to see me?

By now, he was starting to not trust you. This has to be a joke, there is literally no other explanation to this. It was a cruel joke put on by some idiots in town. He was awoken from his monologue by a heavy sigh coming from her. “I can’t even remember my own name.”

The last sentence made his heart sting a bit. It must truly be horrible not knowing your own name. “Mmh.”, it was raspy as all hell, sure. But for some reason he wanted her to know he listened to her. He looked down at his snack and decided to do something to show her it was alright, he accepted her apology and to show her he’s not mad at her. He rose up, took one step towards her and extended a piece of his favorite snack.

Here, take it. It’s alright.

She giggled at him and he smiled behind his mask, knowing she couldn’t see it. She took it from his hand, his face heated up slightly as he felt her fingers lightly brush against his, something she didn’t seem to notice at all since her hand was absolutely covered by his shirt. “Thank you, Thomas.”, he nodded at her “Thank you” and plopped himself down in the chair again, leaning back. “Oh, right…”, her words were hidden behind a gnawing and chewing, and he looked over as she pulled the shirt down more and his heart almost jumped up his throat.

Whaaat… What are you doi-

His mind relaxed when she pointed to the wound. “Do you… know who helped me with this…?”

Oh that.

He nodded again and pointed to himself and grinned a bit, he’s always so proud of his work when it revolves sewing. “Did you do this? Wow… You know your sewing, Thomas.”, he leaned back observing her, one of his legs swaying slightly, one arm thrown over the back rest, the other resting on this thigh. The shine from the TV betrayed him as it suddenly flashed bright, revealing a smile that made his own eyes crinkle.

Oh no…  

Was all he managed to think when he realized what was about to happen inside of him when she smiled back. “Thank you.”

[johnkramer-ismy-killerhusband]

Growing Them Big (Thomas Hewitt x Reader)

Intro story to something I may continue if people like it.

This story is set after Hoyt. I feel like it gives me a little more to work with this way.

Three days or was it four? Hell you couldn't remember, all you knew was you had been walking for to damn long. Your sandals had given away and so you were left to walk on the hot ground. At first you had stayed in place, thinking that your friend would be back for you. But after the first day had come and gone you realized that it wasn't going to happen and it was all because you got after their boyfriend for the stunt they pulled at that gas station. 

What had happened at the gas station? Hell you couldn't even remember anymore. All you did remember was the fighting in the car and your so called best friend's boytoy smacking you in the face so hard your head was spinning and then telling her to pull over. Once stopped he shoved you from the car and told her to drive. She tried to stay but in your daze you saw him smack her and told her to go. With one last look to you she put the car in drive and left. Finding a small patch of shade you rested there and waited for them to come back. The next day even though the dizziness, from the slap, had faded the heat soon took effect and you knew you needed to get moving and at least try to find somewhere to call a cab. Having nothing to drink or eat forced you to stop and rest every time you felt sick. Even with all the stops you thought you had been making good time. But as night fell and you still saw nothing but Texas land you wanted to cry. Waking up the next day you once again started off in what you thought was the way to the gas station. By the end of the third night your sandals had snapped and you could feel the sun burning your skin. Your clothes and lips having gone dry from all the sweating you had done. You had been in and out of sleep that fourth day. You kept willing yourself to get up and move but just as soon as you thought that, you would fall back to sleep. 

"Now Tommy, if Hoyt was still alive he would be telling you to just kill the girl and try to find parts of meat on her that would still be good." 

Thinking you were dreaming in the Texas heat you tried to raise your head, but when you did you cried out in pain from your blistered skin pulling. You couldn't be sure but it felt like all eyes were now on you. So you said the first thing that came to mind.

"No good parts on me. I am all fat, wouldn't taste good." 

Hearing someone chuckling before quickly sighing you fell back to sleep. 

After that you would wake up just long enough to cry out in pain before a sheet of coolness washed over you and you fell back to sleep. As you continued to become alert more you noticed that you had been laying under a plain sheet with nothing on under it. You would wake up to sheet being removed and being returned wet. The cold water helping to cool your burnt skin as you moaned out. Turning to the side you saw the older lady from the gas station, she give you a look before pointing to the side of the room. To the pile of sheets that had been used.

"You'll be washing those once you are up and moving."

Closing your eyes you nodded your head once before answering her and falling back to sleep.

"Yes ma'am."

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Waking up you could hear thumping and screams. Looking to the window you saw it was probably about mid morning so that meant Luda Mae's son had gotten some fresh meat and was processing it. At first you had no idea what this family did, but as you managed to stay awake longer you could hear voices wondering up the stairs. You could hear Luda Mae talk about how they may not be pressen for meat like they had when Hoyt was around, but you can sure bet if some punks came into her shop and made a mess of it she was sending Tommy after them. Remembering your first words to Luda Mae you were soon able to figure it all out. You had been scared shitless after that. Figuring if you were gonna die, you straight up asked Luda Mae about it one night when she brought you dinner.

"So what started this eating other people?"

Although she tried to act like she wasn't shocked you could see in her eyes that she was.

"Meat for the family. Hoyt, my brother, was no stranger to eating others. You saw this place as you drove through. There is nothing here anymore, so he thought of better ways to supply for the family."

"I don't mean to speak ill of the dead ma'am, but I heard you mention him in pass tense. If he is no longer alive why continue?"

"Hoyt was an asshole, he may have been family, but he was an asshole, so don't try to paint him any other way. We continue only when need be, his death raised some heads so we have to tread carefully. We mainly go after those that are rude when they walk into my gas station or if they are mean to Tommy."

"So why didn't you kill us when we were there?"

"We were, but then you stood dumped that drink on that man after he was rude, and even paid for and cleaned up said mess. You were their saving grace."

Looking up at the ceiling you shook your head.

"Wish I hadn't."

"It was yours too, so be happy you did it."

You had been so lost in thought you weren't sure when the screaming stopped. Sitting up you held the sheet up to your chest and looked around the room. Hanging off a bed post had been a button down shirt, reaching for it you slipped your arms through it and buttoned it up. You had been lucky from what Luda Mae had said, although your whole body had been sunburned only a couple of places would scar. Because one sandal had lasted longer than the other only one foot had still been wrapped up. Not having permission to leave the room you saw a chair by the window and thought about sitting in front of it. So slowly you stood up and you had been able to move by holding on to the bed, but the minute you put pressure onto your foot you fell to the floor and screamed in pain. As you sat there holding your foot Luda Mae came into the room mumbling under her breath about not having time for this, but she stopped mid way and put her hands on her hips.

"Just what do you think you are doing?"

"I was gonna look out the window. Was doing good till I stepped on my foot wrong."

"No, you stepped on the part of your foot that is missing." Turning quickly you watched as Luda Mae walked to the door and yelled out. "TOMMY! COME ON UP HERE!"

When she turned back to you Luda Mae began to pull the sheets off the bed and adding them to the pile on the ground.

"What do you mean the part that's missing?"

Hearing the tall tale signs of Tommy moving across the house your heart began to race. You never truly met Luda's son but you remember seeing his face some and you knew he wore a mask to cover it.

"I mean that after we got you settled a part of your foot was so badly infected we had to scrap the infection out. Its healing nicely thanks to Tommy, but you may have just ruined the work he did." Taking one last look to the door Luda Mae turned back to you quickly. "Now you listen here. You are the first person we have let into the house that we haven't killed and had for stew. Tommy may not speak but he isn't dumb and he has developed a short temper for people who are quick to pick at him. This is your only warning."

Before anything more could be said a shadow fell over the door and you finally got a good look at Tommy. Towering in the doorway you could see there was no way to get past his large frame. He was wearing an apron that had been covered in blood. Looking up to his face you could see his dark hair was long and covered part of his face. The other part was covered by a mask. You were scared shitless, no if ands or butts, standing in front of you was a man that could snap you like a tig. You wanted to crawl away in fear, but you remembered Luda's warning and what Tommy had done for you. So instead you looked to Luda Mae.

"You said that he doesn't speak. What should I call him? Thomas, Tom?"

"Thomas or Tommy is fine."

Turning back to Tommy you nodded your head at him.

"Tommy I was told by your Ma that I have you to thank for my foot. So Thank you, my name is y/n." You couldn't see his face but you felt like Tommy's eyes had been more directed at the shirt you were wearing then you. "I guess I should also thank you for letting me wear your shirt."

Shooting his head up Tommy looked to his Ma. 

"Now don't go looking at me like that. The dang girls clothes were cut off her when we brought her here. Then on top of the burns it was better to wear something big. You'll get your shirt back. Now that she can move around more she can look at all the stuff we have and see if anything fits. Right now though, I need you to carry her down stairs and to the washing bin. She has a weeks worth of sheets to wash. By the time you are done downstairs she should be done and you can help her hang them. Then she can go through the clothes." Turning back to you Luda Mae showed you the sheets. "The washing pin is in the shade so you will be fine to sit outside and work on these. Any that have blood on them leave to soak and you can try to get them out tomorrow. It's time to earn your keep girl."

Not saying another word Luda Mae walked past Tommy and out the door. With no warning Tommy was walking up to you and lifting you over his shoulder. Letting out a squeak you tried your best to cover your backside. Walking out the room Tommy stopped suddenly and even though you couldn't see her you could hear Luda Mae as she huffed. 

"Thomas Hewitt, you carry that girl right. Lord knows carrying her down like that would give old Monty a heart attack, showing off her bits like that."

Just was quick as you were pulled onto his shoulder Tommy had you in his arms in the bridal carry. Looking up at him you could see that Tommy was trying his best not to look at you, but when his eyes finally dropped to yours you couldn't help but smile. 

"What's that saying?" Turning back to Luda Mae you finished your thought. "Texas sure knows how to grow 'em big?"

Letting out a huff Luda Mae turned and headed down the stairs. You couldn't have been 100 percent sure but when you turned back to Tommy it looked as though he had a smile behind his mask.

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Two of a Kind: 3

A/N hello everyone! here’s part three. I didnt want to keep you waiting as long as long as i did for part two so here is it is! Here are the other two parts in case you haven’t read those yet, Two of a Kind:1, Two of a Kind:2

I’ve made a tag also for this story! #TwoOfAKind

Warning: Drugs, swearing, vomit, slow burn ;)

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The next morning I wake up to Tony running across the room and slamming the bathroom door. She has been up all night puking her guts out. I get up to go check on her. “Need some more water?” I ask through the door. After some dry heaving Tony makes out a small please.

After helping Tony back into bed and getting some water in her, I lay back down on bed i made on the floor. I have my own guest room here but with how sick Tony is, I couldn’t leave her to fend for herself.

Last night plays over in my head, the group of pogues were the best. Really felt like I could be myself around them. Plus once Tony started feeling sick, they all helped me get her home in one piece. Pope even carried her up the stairs so we wouldn’t wake any of our parents. Kie said she could grab our cooler so I gave her my number so she can let me know.

I catch myself thinking about JJ, his little snarky remarks and jokes, the way he was smile when he would catch me looking at him, just they way his lips look when when he’s talking. I roll into my stomach and groan into my pillow.

“sure hope you’re not going to end up sick, because i’m not going to be able to help you,” Tony’s voice is weak from being up almost all night.

“No I smoked so no hangover for me.” i say up to Tony.

“You lucky bitch.” Tony isn’t the one to swear, so her voice of words have me laughing my ass off.

“You jealous bitch,” I’m laying on my back again. Tony somehow picks herself up to leave over her bed to look at me.

“You’re not wrong,” Tony begins to laugh but then  winces, “damn, got a huge headache too.”

“What did we learn?” I ask smiling up at Tony.

“When I say I should wait, i shouldn’t drink anymore.” Tony states then throws herself back into her pillows. “I was suppose to show you around today.” There’s a hint of regret in her voice. I pull myself up onto the end of her bed.

“I’m going to be here all summer, don’t even worry about it,” I say but the look Tony is giving me says she doesn’t believe me. “Besides, I have some inspiration for a drawing so I’ll just work on that today,” I shrug trying to give off the vibe ‘it’s not a big deal’. Tony’s eyes light up.

“You’re going to start a piece of art?” Tony is now sitting up as straight as she can.

“Yeah.” I smile.

“It’s been so long, can i do the honors?” Tony places her hands like she is praying, i give a small sigh.

“Sure, why not?” I hop off the bed and make my way to the gues bedroom that has all of my belongings. I grab my notebook and favorite pen, and head back to Tony’s room. I sit back in the bed and open to a blank page.” The idea I have is going to be horizontal,” I turn the book on its and hand my pen to Tony, “try to stay in the center for me,” Tony takes the pen and begins to make some scribbles. Once she’s finished I take the notebook back and look to see the mess. I then look back at Tony who is holding her head up high and proud, when she instantly goes pale and has to run for the bathroom again. I let out a sigh and follow her.

~

After taking a shower and getting dressed I text Kie, ‘hey did you end up grabbing that cooler? if not i was going to make my way back to that beach anyways!’.

I place my phone facing up on the bathroom counter an begin to apply light make up along with some sunscreen. My phone buzzes, ‘actually I think JJ got it last night, here’s his number’ in a separate text came in containing the phone number. I text Kie thanks and then save the new number into my phone.

‘hey, its Mae from last night, Kie said you might have my cooler?’ I hesitate before pushing send, should I make it a little more flirty? Did I make it seem too flirty? What if he was only being nice last night because I caught him with his friends and didn’t want to come off as a dick? I shake away the thoughts and press the send button, I have never been this scared to text a boy before, I’m not the one to get scared. It’s a weird feeling.

“What the hell is the matter with you?” I ask my reflection in the mirror. I laugh quietly to myself, then jump at the sound of my phone buzzing.

‘Ya I have it, meet me at the boneyard’ JJ’s text read, I smile at the words, trying to push the idea out of my head that I might be into him.

I pack my notebook and some pens and my hammock into my back pack, then my pipe and travel size jar of weed, just incase. I slip on some shoes and make my way to Tony’s room. I open the door to see her still laying in her bed. “Hey dude, I’m going to go out to draw. Text me if you need anything.” I see Tony’s arm shoot up with a thumbs up. I laugh and shut the door.

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I had set up my hammock and pulled out my notebook to begin drawing. The scribble that Tony had started for me was perfect. It stayed in the center like I asked her to, but it was low enough where I wanted it. I begin to think about the bonfire last night, I take a deep breath and then begin my work. The small curvy lines at the top I begin to shape them to look like flames. Once I did that a couple times I decided I wanted to make a glowing halo above the soon to be fire, and draw an arch about three inches from the scribble. The lines that are harsher and seem to have more corner than curves, I begin to shape them into logs, adding some knots into them. I see a curvy line I haven’t touched yet and the idea with some taller flames came to mind. I start about half way, tracing the curves that Tony has started, then breaking into untouched territory of white space.

“Hey!” I flinch, taking my hand, and my pen, about the arch. I turn to see blondie. “What you doing there?” I notice him squinting his eyes from the glare of the sun from the beach.

“Well, I was drawing until you scared me.” I try to make sure my tone doesn’t come off rude. JJ reaches my hammock, places the cooler down by his feet and looks over to my notebook.

“Damn, I caused that?” He uses his finger to point and to touch the line that obvioulsy goes way to high.

“Yep, you sure did.” I respond slightly laughing.

“Fuck, my bad dude.” JJ’s  face says it all, he really does feel bad. And I start to feel bad, he obviously doesn’t know that mistakes in my art are what make my art so different.

“Honestly, I like it.” JJ’s face is full on confusion. I look back down to the line. I take my pen to the tip and draw downwards completeing a large flame. “I’ll be drawing in some larger flames to match it, not big deal.” I shrug and then close my note book. “Thanks for grabbing the cooler.” I mention looking down at it then back up to JJ.

JJ’s face still seems to be uneasy and unsure where to take the converstion.

“This is when you say you’re welcome.” I whisper trying to lighten the mood. Once JJ catches the hint, his whole body loosens up.

“Oh shit yeah, You’re welcome. Its a nice cooler. It probably would have gotten stolen if we left it here over night.” JJ states then smiles.He looks at my notebook then back to me. “You might get this a lot, but do you mind showing me you’re art work?” JJ’s hand motions to it.

Talking about my art is not my favorite thing to do. It’s like someone asking you to stand there naked while they look at every scar and winkle in your skin. Makes me feel too vunerable.

“How about you show me around and I’ll think about it.” I hope out of my hammock and stuff my notebook into my backpack. I stand up straight to see JJ smirking at me. Oh my god his face is beautiful. I have to refrain from shaking my head, stop Mae you are NOT into him. “What?” I ask.

“Thought you said last night you don’t need a guide.” JJ raises his eyebrows and crosses his arms over his chest. I roll my eyes trying to come up with a quick remark to put him back in his place.

“Oh please, if I wanted to see touristy sites I would have called up one of the pretty boys from last night. I want to see the heart of this place. So,” I take a step closer to JJ, tilting my head to the side. JJ still has a smirk on his face but I notice him look at my lips. “I’m asking a local.” I make my last word as breathy as I could, then back away to begin taking down my hammock.

“So does this mean you pick pogues over kooks?” JJ ask.

I turn back around to see his face slightly flushed with red. “If that means I can have as much fun as I did last night with you guys, then definitely.” I nod with my hands on my hips.

“There’s a rule among the pogues fyi.” JJ informs, “pogues don’t make on pogues, so,”

“It’s a good thing I won’t have to worry about you hitting on me then.” I cut JJ off and give him a wink. “Now come on,” I place my hammock in my back pack, “You should show me a place only the locals know.” I slide my bag onto my back and wait for JJ.

JJ licks him lips as he looks towards the water. “You are something else Mae,” JJ thinks out loud, “Lets go. I’ll show you around.” JJ points over his back and grabs the cooler with his other hand. “Lets fill this up so we can have some food and drinks for the day.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.” I say and JJ leads the way back to town.

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Thomas dating someone in the military who's been gone for a while and surprises him by coming home?

Alrighty, I just made this a little story, hopefully I don’t completely fail at life writing this, I mean my dad was in the military, but I was too young to remember him coming back home lol. At the beginning it might seem a little Hoyt x reader, though I promise you its not, its just that I thought a military reader would be able to see the sort of pain Hoyt has hid inside of his soul, plus I see all these writers making him a bad person, I mean he is but hes also hurt in so many ways. Anyways I hope you enjoy!

The ride down to Texas was boring, nothing much to remember, your mind was full of different ways the family would react to you finally coming home after months though those months seemed like years. You decided to walk the rest of the way not wanting to cause the people who had been nice enough to let you ride into town with them, you couldn’t let them become a meal for the family you had learned to love through the years you had been there with the family. At first you thought Thomas didn’t like you at all seeing how he rarely came out from the basement, then you figured out how maybe you being there a complete and utter stranger to him had changed the entire routine he had went through for his whole life. That day when you had cracked the code on why he was so absent had broken your heart for the first time in that sort of way, you never thought about other people in that way you were always sort of shy and heartless when it came to other people, but somehow that man Thomas Hewitt had changed you for the better. It had never crossed your mind that maybe he wasn’t getting any sleep down there because of you, you cried for the first time in years you had cried for someone other than yourself or your family. Though, the sad memories of your past had came to a halt when you heard sirens behind you, you didn’t use your common sense at the moment thinking to yourself you said, ‘Shit why is Hoyt out at this time and why doesn’t he remember me,’ though before long you remembered why he hadn’t remembered you. Your outfit, your hair, and the way you walked was completely different than before, you didn’t have to get a buzz cut, but you did anyways because your hair had too much upkeep for the military so you shaved it all off honestly it was the best idea to do so. Once again you were interrupted out of your thoughts as Hoyt himself pulled up beside you in the old worn out patrol car, though he still didn’t seem to recognize you. 

      “Excuse me little lady, but you’re heading to fucking nowhere right now. You do know that right, honey,” Hoyt looked you up and down as he asked his index finger tapped the steering wheel over and over as the wheels in his mind turned as he was slowly putting things together inside his own mind. You knew you had to answer him to show him that it was in fact you, before he got violent thinking you were a victim that Thomas had missed while doing his morning rounds before the rest of the family was up, it was twisted but painfully true. 

      “Yes, Hoyt I do know where the fuck I’m going in this dusty hell hole of a town,” You had to give him attitude, the old man was fun at times, though his mood changed like a flick of a light switch, it wasn’t truly of his doing to be that way. The man himself had seen things no one should see, the same way for the things he had to do to survive in the situation he was in, you had pitied him at times the reason were familiar to you. Your father had been in the military too, his mood changed similar to Hoyts, but your family always had the money to get him some mental help at the times that your father was low, though Hoyt had no one to go to so he had to hide it, never show he was weak at those times he was at his lowest points. You knew the man was hurt, you had seen the looks in his eyes while the family watched a movie about war or anything that had involved violence in it, the way his eyes had changed from docile and warm to cold with speckles of fear in them, you had seen the same with your father so your heart had to pity the man, it had to hold his fear close to something familiar inside of your soul. You kept eye contact with Hoyt the whole time you were thinking, you could see the wheels inside of his head turning until they stopped finally reaching the decision that yes it was truly you in the flesh. 

      “Well, I’ll be damned, you made it kid. Tommy’s been waiting for you, he didn’t seem the same without you, he barely left the basement the whole time. He might cum in his pants the moment you walk through the door sweet cheeks,” Hoyt explained how Thomas had been while you were gone, he also flashed one of his famous toothy grins at the end at the mention of Thomas ‘cumming’ his pants as you walk through the door, such a nasty perverted mind the older man had, it surprised you every time, maybe it was because you were raised around mentally stable older men. Though as soon as he mentioned how Thomas didn’t take it well, made a frown make its way upon your face, you always hated when Thomas was sad at anytime he just takes almost everything you do to heart, but it wasn’t time to dilly dally at the moment you had to get home to Thomas soon before he started thinking of the worst possible things. You decided to keep your mouth shut for the time being, not having anything in mind to say, so you simply put bag in your lap at you sat in the passenger seat of the patrol car, the seats had blood stains here and there, a few stains from maybe food, though you truly didn’t know what the real sheriff had done in this car before he met his own fate. As soon as the car door was shut and in place Hoyt made a speedy take off from the middle of the dirt road where he had found you. The radio was low, but softly playing old country tunes, you recognized the song in a heartbeat, it was Johnny Cash’s song ‘The Ring of Fire’ one of your personal favorites from the Johnny Cash collection. Though, even with the radio playing there was an awkward tone in the air, something wasn’t right you had a feeling in your gut twisting its way to your brain, the air inside of the old patrol car didn’t help at all. It all came flooding to you, your memories your feelings, you were panicking for no reason, at least you thought you were, but something wasn’t right. You assessed the situation, the car stunk in a new way, before it smelled like tobacco smoke and body odor like sweat and grime, though now it stunk like a hospital would the clean, odorless, stink of death any hospital has. Maybe you were over thinking at the moment or maybe you had been gone so long the stink of what the family did made you react the same way you did the first time you met them, the panic was bubbling inside of your chest and stomach, though as time went on you calmed, the only reason was because of the thought of Thomas waiting for you made you become at ease within your surroundings. 

      “Aren’t you supposed to be at the dinner table Hoyt, its damn near close to dinner time,” You asked letting out a soft sigh knowing the things they did, no more like the things they were forced to do because of this cruel world and whats simply called ‘natural selection’ you knew it was real, but you didn’t want to believe people all around the world had to do the same as them to survive within their surroundings simply because life is cruel and doesn’t care who gets left behind or killed by what. As you waited for what seemed like years for Hoyt to reply to your quite simple question you realized he had been talking to you this whole time answering your question and talking more but you had been thinking in your own little world so much you had completely ignored him. “I’m sorry what did you say,” You looked at him with small smile on your lips, he just simply sighed before answering the question once more. 

       “Oh, I didn’t want to be out here in this heat, of fucking course not, but lil’ Tommy knew it was time for you to come back, so Mama Mae told me to go out and look for you for Tommy,” Hoyt spoke quickly as he pulled into the driveway, he cared for you a lot though in fact he didn’t want to seem weak for caring about anyone else other than himself and his family even though you are apart of the family now. Maybe you being in the military scared Hoyt enough to make him afraid to show his emotions, he’s not scared of you hurting him no more like you dying in the field with no one there to help you, he had seen so much of that during his time in the military and it has scarred him for life simply enough. Hoyt practically yanked the key out of the ignition, then got out of the patrol car, you weren’t too far behind him trying to keep up with him, he had two ways to go about the day, one to go slow and do his own thing, or two go at a freakish pace and get everything done quickly, he was truly an oddball. Within seconds both of you were stepping into the Hewitt house, Hoyt stopped and looked over at you for at least a half second making sure you had your bag and everything before he raised a hand to his mouth yelling, “Boy! Get over here and show our newest guest to her room!” 

    You truly didn’t think you would’ve missed the screeching sound of the metal door of the basement being opened but you did, messing with the strap to your bag which is slung over your shoulder you waited for Thomas to come out of his hiding spot. Soon enough you heard his heavy footsteps making his way into the hallway, as soon as his eyes landed on you he froze completely still, hell you didn’t think he was breathing. Though soon enough he made his way over to you, slow but happy, he scooped you up into his arms holding you close to his broad chest with a hidden smile beneath his mask. You were not expecting for him to move his head down towards your ear, his lips, well the lips of the muzzle like mask touching the outer part of your ear as he perfectly whispered, “Missed you..” 

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Thoughts on the FMA live action movie (part 1 of 2) (spoilers)

- is this actually a Netflix original or one of those things that came out in Japan first and Netflix slapped a logo on it when they got it?

- Ed is 1000% angst so far. Nice.

- Al has a man voice. Not a kid voice. I guess puberty even gets suits of armor.

- somehow haven’t mentioned Ed being short yet

- why is everyone so brooding

- the effects are cool so far

- Winry is all excitement with no sass

- OH NO NINA AND ALEXANDER ARE ADORABLE I DONT WANT TO SEE THE BAD THING HAPPEN AGAIN

- they switched around some stuff okay but I can still follow

- a lot of train rides

- I think they replaces the Fhurer with the General?

- Dr Marco!!!!!!!!!!!!

- Lust is confronting Hughes and jejsjfjeieuifsuueue HE JUST GOT STABBED BY HER FINGER AND SHE GOT KNIFED IN THE FACE OH SHIT

- OH NO WERE AT THE PHONE BOOTH IM NOT READY

- HE DROPPED THE PICTURE OF HIS FAMILY

- NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOIIIOOOOOI ENVY DISGUISED AS ROY I CANT

- 52 minutes in and I have no idea what they’re gonna throw at me

- Ed was arrested?

- Ed finds out about Hughes really quickly

- Ed has been angst boy for 90% of this movie

- OH THEY HAVE MUSTANG AS THE SUSPECT FOR HUGHES DEATH NOW

- BUT WHAT ABOUT ENVY DISGUISING AS GRACIA?

- Tucker is free?!?!

- oh shit Hawkeye and short boy have teamed up and are going against the system

- now they’re going to lab 5

- MuStAnG hAs BeEn CoRnErEd WhAt WiLL hApPEn nExT? WhO wILL sAvE Him?

- Oh wait it’s Maria Ross

- never mind she’s arresting Roy for killing Hughes

- you can’t shoot Roy Mustang the flame alchemist

- HE ABOUT TO SNAP

- THEN THE SQUAD COMES IN WITH THAT CAR

- HE SNAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

- MARIA IS BURNING OH MY GOD

- HE SNAPP AGAIN

- WAIT THAT GOT A MAN VOICE AT THE END THATS ENVY AS MARIA ROSS

- ENVYYT IS BACK AOIRKEKE

- ROY SAID THE THING ABOUT THE MOLE ON THE CHEEK INSTEAD OF HUGHES

- Envy shops at Hot Topic

- I like the music that goes with lust

- how does Mustang know they’re homonculi just from the oroborus tattoos? Wasn’t there a whole big arc about this in FMAB? I know it’s a movie so they have to condense but AHH.

- There’s a lot being exposed about Maes’ murder right now in front of a lot of people

- OH WE ARE GOING BACK TO THE PHONE BOOTH I THINK THIS IS WHERE ENVY TURNS INTO GRACIAAAAAAAAA

- OH GOD THEY DID THE GRACIA THING I FEEL SO SAD FOR MAES HE JUST WANTS A GOOD LIFE

- I really just had to watch Maes Hughes die again.

- Hughes just revealed lab 5 is an old POW camp, not the cannery!!!! The plot thickens!!

- conveniently lust reveals all her plans

- they mentioned Ishval but there is no Scar yet

- I just noticed gluttony has no pupils or irises

- gluttony is really going all out with his monster stomach, I thought he only saved it for special occasions

- that WADDLE

- Roy just got STABBED by a lust finger

- and she just waltzes out

- what is going oooooon

- they still haven’t gone to the 5th laboratory

- it’s all out of OooooOOoOrder but I’m trying to keep an open mind because it is an adaptation not just remaking the show

- Tucker kidnapped Al?! Whomst?

- AND HE HAS WINRY? WHEN? WHOMST?

- it has also just occurred to be that this is taking place over a very short amount of time

- maybe that’s why all the characters are such an emotional mess

- “REMOVE YOUR ARM!!”

- he RIPPED it off. Wow.

- tucker wants to embed a soul in an object?

- they gave tucker a philosophers stone?

- Ed how are you JUST noticing the giant transmutation circle?

- angst boy is back.

- how does this version of Ed get anything done he’s always so sad (and screaming)

- wow he’s screaming a lot

- flashback to the making of a philosophers stone nbd

- oh that’s A LOT of stones. that’s too many

- I think tucker felt left out for not making stones with the science squad in lab 5

- tucker decided he doesn’t want Ed and Al to have their bodies

- why is Tucker the main villain? I mean, I guess they can take that direction but you can’t have the homonculi without Father? Or at the very least you can use the FMA 1st show method and say human transmutation created them.

- I have a feeling they’re going to kill tucker

- my feeling was correct

- oh those FINGERS impaled him real good

- lust gets shit done

- general hakuro? What are you doing here? You couldn’t possibly be wrath now could you?

- tucker figured out how to use stones?

- I thought the ceiling looked funny. I just didn’t realize it was zombie army up there. Huh. I guess that’s an efficient way to store your undead army.

- are lust and the general putting on a show for Ed because they’re arguing about who can control the zombie dudes (I know they’re not actual zombies but you know what I mean). Unless this movie is going in a different direction with the general than I think it is.... 🍿

- there’s 30 minutes left and I really don’t know how they are going to wrap this up.

- oooooooh the general is sending philosophers stones to the zombie men!!

- he’s very happy with himself

- they’re so uglyyyyyyyyyyyy

- AHH THEYRE JUST FALLING TO THE GROUND IN THESE PILES AFTER BEING DROPPED LIKE BOMBS EW

- general hakuro thinks he can control these guys and NOT get eaten alive by them? Sure, Jan.

- oh god they called him papa now i gotta kink shame the zombies

- wow they IMMEDIATELY ate him.

- naked zombies are on the loose walking at a moderate pace to destroy humanity

- never mind gluttony is just gonna eat everything

- and mustang is just burning them all down

- I feel like Hawkeye hasn’t done anything yet

- why is she found scared face? She’s RIZA MOTHERFUCKING HAWKEYE she can shoot everyone?

- Ed is kicking ass right now but he also left his arm behind.

- oh my god Winry was hiding in Al. That’s a mood.

- when did Ed grab his arm back?

- Roy is doing the thing where he’s gonna kill envy but lust is also there so I guess he’s just gonna kill them both?

- THIS IS THE SCEEEEEEEENE WHERE HE KILLS LUST AND ITS SIMILAR TO THE ANIME AND THAT BRINGS ME JOY

[imfucking-magical]

Only a new recruit.

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Summary:Peter suggests the a recruit to Tony

“Hey Y/n why are you still in high school?” Peter asked as he sat on her table top

“I can’t afford to go to college yet Peter. I don’t see colleges knocking down my door offering full rides, which is what I would probably need. Plus Peter I don’t want to go to college yet. I’d leave you, Ned, and MJ behind.”

“Doesn’t mean you couldn’t visit. You could get so many full ride offers if you just showed people you’re inventions.”

“Peter I can’t do that. I haven’t even tested this stuff on humans.”

“That’s a lie. I saw you take a tablet a few weeks ago when your land lord…” Peter shut up. She didn’t know that he had seen. He had been Spider man when he had seen it. Her land lord was a shitty person who didn’t even renovate her apartment like he said he was going to do and then got abusive if she was a day late on her payments to him.

“How did you… there was no one around…” said looking at Peter for an explanation.

“I… I know about your landlord Y/n.” Peter said quietly “You should stay with Aunt May and me or MJ or somewhere other than here.” He said reaching for her hand and rubbing the back of it with his thumb.

“Peter….”

There was a loud pounding on the door and it rang through the whole apartment. “Y/NNNNN” Your landlord yelled.

“Shit.” You threw a cover over the experiments you had been showing Peter then ran to open the door.

“Hey Jake…”

“Where is my rent?”

“Its not due til the end of the month. Your two weeks early.” You told him and your heart started to race. You didn’t have all of the money yet since you didn’t get paid til next week.

“I need the money now.” Jake barged into her apartment.

“Hey you can’t just barge in here.” Peter said making Jake jump at the realization someone else was in the room.

“My apartment that she is renting. I can come in here when she doesn’t pay.”

“That’s against the law and you know it. You can’t just spring up a new date for your rent whenever you want drugs.” Peter said and you watched him aww.

“How do you know about that kid?” Jake asked.

“Don’t worry about it. But I suggest you keep your rent due date the same if you don’t want the police to find out about it.” 

Jake huffed and walked out slamming the door.

“Thanks Peter. How did you know that though?” You asked him curious.

“I know what crack looks like Y/n. He had some in his apartment and I just happened to see it when he left his door open.” Peter lied.

“Nice to know.”

Peter walked into the lab.

“What are you guys doing?”

“Failing.” Bruce said

“ We’ve missed something. What? I don’t know, but it’s going to drive me mad until I can get it.” Mr. Stark said running his fingers through his hair.

“What is it?” He asked.

“I think its something with the equation.” Bruce said.

“The math is all right. I’ve had F.R.I.D.A.Y even triple check it.” Mr. Stark said drinking his coffee. I walked over and saw they were working on a new invention.

“I think I know someone who might be able to help.”

“Who do you know that’s that smart?” Bruce asked.

“Can I take a picture and send it to her? Maybe… and this is a maybe she can figure out where you guys went wrong.” Peter took his phone out and sent a picture of the work to you. It was 5 minutes before he got a reply.

‘The equation is correct they just input the wrong numbers. The numbers they have would be for no change in gravity and I’m guessing they want it in the air.’

I showed the text to them.

“She figured it out that fast?” Bruce asked impressed.

“Who is this girl? A friend of yours? A crush? What?” Mr.Stark asked sending a blush to Peter’s face. “Ok so she’s a crush. Your welcome for giving you a reason to text her.” Mr.Stark said

“She’s a friend.” Peter said.

“Uh-huh sure. I’m just amazed that she found out what was wrong with the problem. How old is she?”

“16. I think you guys should recruit her just to help around here in the lab.”

“You just want her in the tower don’t you?” Mr.Stark asked with a sly grin.

“Yes. It’ll be better than where she lives now. She has a land lord who does drugs and hits her if she’s a day late with rent.” Peter rang his hands

“Whoa whoa slow down kid.” Bruce said trying to calm him.

“You said she’s 16 why is the land lord going after her and not her parents?” Mr.Stark asked rising to his feet.

“Her parents are dead. She has a job after school so she can pay rent and she creates things in her apartment.”

“Like inventions?” Bruce asked.

“Yea. Just please think about it Mr.Stark. If you do she won’t cause any trouble.” Peter pleaded with him.

“I’ll think about it. But before then you keep an eye out for her as Spider-man or Peter. Don’t let that guy lay another hand on her. Try to get her to move out too.”

You were reluctant to knock on his door at all, but you did anyway. At first there was no answer so you knocked again only to be greeted by an angry Jake.

“What?! I was in the middle of something.”

“The heat is broken.”

“So?” Jake asked leaning against the doorway.

“It’s almost freezing outside. Its suppose to snow later this week. I don’t have heat. You’re the landlord who I pay rent to and you need to fix it.” You told him praying he wasn’t going to start yelling.

“Fine let me go look at it.” he said to your surprise and you guys went back to your apartment. 

He went over to the heater and stood in front of it.

“There’s a dent in it.”

“That was here when I got here.” you told him

“No… it wasn’t. You broke the heater you have to pay for it. You destroyed my property.”

“No I didn’t I swear it was like that when we moved in here years ago.” You told him.

“Yea maybe you did it when your parents weren’t looking and then told them that it was already like that.”

“Even if I did do that when my parents were alive the heater still worked then. It no longer works. You need to fix it or I’ll be forced to move.” You told him surprised at your own words. You weren’t going to let him have you suffer in the cold winter without heat.

He shoved you into the table that had all of your chemical experiments and a graduated cylinder of chemicals spilled onto you.

“OWWWW!” You screamed and fell to the ground holding your arm in tears. You watched as a patch of your skin started to turn bright red and speckled.

“NOW YOU’RE TOO GOOD FOR THIS PLACE??? FINE YOU’RE EVICTED AND IF YOU DON’T GIVE ME MY RENT MONEY BY TOMORROW I’M CALLING THE COPS ON YOUR ASS AND WHO KNOWS HOW LONG YOU’LL BE IN JAIL FOR HAVING CHEMICALS IN THE APARTMENT” Jake yelled and picked you up by the collar.

BOOOOMMM

“What the-”

“Step away from the girl.” You saw light shining into the room, but couldn’t turn around because Jake was still holding your collar.

“She owes me rent!” Jake yelled and then grabbed your burned arm and you screamed in pain and the tears were falling freely from your cheeks. You felt like you were gonna pass out from the pain.

Jake flew back and let go of you leaving you a huddled mess on the floor holding your arm close to your body, but careful not to touch it.

“Come on kid we’ll get you to a hospital at the tower.” You were picked up carefully and at once saw it was Iron-man.

“N-no… I-i ha….ve s-some…thing.O-ov-ver the-re.” You told him pointing to the cabinet.

“We need to get you to a hospital….”

“No!” You told him and tried to escape his arms. He gave in and walked over to the cabinet still holding you. He put you down on the counter and opened the cabinet and brought out a bottle.

“Pain pills?” He asked and you shook your head and quickly took one of the tablets.

You felt the pain go away from your body and the burn was now a faded scar.

“I would ask what that was, but your land lord is going to wake up soon. Grab your stuff kid you’re moving.” He said.

“I have no where to go.” You told him wiping the tears from your face and finally saw the damage he had done to the apartment. The whole wall was practically gone and your experiments destroyed.

“I said to go get your things. I have a place for you. I’ll think you’ll like it.” He said.

“Your not dropping me off at the orphanage right?”

“No I’m not cruel. Now go get your things.”

You went and packed your things and showed up in front of him with a small bag of clothes.

“Is that it?” He asked

“Yea.”

“Then lets go to your new home.”

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