#yall know tommy would never ever ever let maria walk herself home

[mariatesstruther]

okay im just gonna post this and not tag tlou as to not contribute to publicizing tlou. because of @hypnotisedfireflies im thinking abt maria and tommy. im thinking im thinking im thinking IM THINKING

im thinking about maria and tommy having an argument late at night, maybe in their early days after a bootycall gone wrong. maria is huffing and puffing and reading this man to filth for some stupid shit he said or did or didn’t say or didn’t do. she’s putting her mountain of clothes back on as she argues with him, raising her voice when it threatens to waver. there are tears welling up right behind her eyes, so she doesn’t look back at him as she tells him to fuck off and stomps herself into her boots. she grabs the door handle, ready to rip it open so hard tommy’s sturdy work on it somehow gets fucked, but then—

“Maria, hold on—,”

“Hold on for what?”

“Would you just let me—,”

“No! I don’t want to let you do anything! Honestly, Tommy, I don’t want to hear you try to explain, or take shit back, or say shit to me—,”

“Well good!” he snaps finally, and his exasperation, his tone, makes her turn right around to blink at him. He’s never used that tone with her. “I don’t wanna fuckin’ say shit to you right now! But it’s two in the goddamn mornin’, sweetheart, so if you’re really stormin’ outta here, I’m walking’ you. Just wait.”

and god help her, she actually does—albeit, she spends a good seconds debating whether or not to deck tommy for calling her sweetheart while she’s mad. her hand stays on the doorknob he puts on his two layers of clothes and laces up his winter boots. she is reminded of her hate for wyoming winters.

they walk home in cold, bitter silence—but still, they choose to hold hands.

edit: also a gift and shoutout to @bumblepony who i really miss bad and keeps the tommy/maria ship afloat like no other as well