I couldn’t believe that this was real. Joker was on my left side, driving his car. The fucking Joker. I was in his car with my hands and legs tied together, scared to death as I sat here. My entire body was trembling from fear, once as he was laughing. I stared at the man who I was terrified of. He wore a white jacket and it had blood splatters on it. I just kept crying, my sobs muffled by the cloth in my mouth.
I had been outside, walking home from work as a purple Lamborghini stopped right in front of me.I had stopped walking. The door opened and I saw someone I wished I never would have. The Joker looked at me with a gruesome grin on his face. He had told me that he had to be quick. A second later he yanked me into his car. I was so scared that I couldn’t defend myself properly. Next thing I knew, he was driving out of the city really fast.
‘‘I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself’‘ He spoke after a long silence that was only broken by his eerie laugh. He gazed at me although his eyes should have been on the road. ‘‘I’m the Joker. Who might you be, my dear hostage?’‘ He asked me. I was dead silent. On the other hand, I couldn’t answer either because my mouth was stuffed.
‘‘Oops’‘ He chuckled and then took the cloth out and threw it out of the window. I still didn’t bug. He was a nightmare. I felt like a little spider that he could squish so easily. ‘‘Answer me!’‘ He yelled, making me flinch. I sobbed and felt hot tears rolling down my face. ‘‘I-I’m Y/N’‘ I whimpered, speaking for him for the first time. It made him smile again like his anger just faded.
‘‘That’s better. Do you know why I took you along?’‘ Joker asked me like this was funny. I shook my head no and he saw that. ‘‘Let me tell you. I was on a mission with my henchmen today. Then Batsy tagged along and we had to leave early. I figured he’d follow me so I needed a hostage, which is you, by the way’‘ He laughed again. I squinted my eyes and tried to stay as calm as possible.
‘‘If they try anything, I’d shoot you. So, they can’t’‘ He continued telling me his little story. I watched as he opened his mouth, but he saw something behind us. ‘‘Oh’‘ His red lips rounded. ‘‘You just came in handy, Y/N’‘ Joker let me know darkly. I looked at the little window and saw a black car racing towards us. It was the Batmobile! Jesus Christ.
‘‘Let’s confuse him’‘ Joker declared and hit the gas pedal. I was almost sure we’d crash with this crazy driving. I closed my eyes and hoped that Batman could save me.
After a lot of rough swings, Joker started laughing. That’s when I dared to open my eyes. ‘’He lost us!’’ He yelled happily. I looked around and saw a lot of houses. Most of them looked really old and rotten. This wasn’t the heart of the city anymore. Joker slowed down and drove to a yellow house. He drove right into the garage and I noticed it was empty. This house was abandoned.
‘‘Let’s go play hide and seek’‘ Joker said and turned to look at me. Now that the car engine wasn’t roaring, I heard my own heartbeat clearly. Being at such a place with the Joker sounded like a horror movie.It wasn’t.
He got out of the car and walked over to my side. I bit my lips together because I was so scared. The door opened and he pulled me out of the car by the ropes around my hands. It was hard to stand with rope around my knees. ‘’Now that’s an issue’’ Joker mumbled, looking down at me. Luckily, he untied the rope around my legs. I was still afraid.
He started dragging me into the house. The first thing I noticed was the smell of mould and plants. It was dark, but I saw thanks to the windows. The house had very old furniture and books scattered across the floor.
‘‘Okay. You’re gonna go to the basement and I’ll..walk around’‘ Joker broke the silence. Looking at him in the dark was still scary. His eyes almost shone now which was creepy.The light highlighted the edges of his green hair and his milky white skin.
‘‘Pl-please don’t’‘ I begged as I thought about being locked up in a basement. Joker didn’t answer me. He opened a door and I barely saw the stony stairs. That’s when I got a strange feeling. I felt eyes on me. It was a disgusting feeling. It’s almost like someone was in the basement. ‘‘You either walk down yourself or I’ll push you down. You pick’‘ Joker growled, making me anxious.
I glanced at the clown and saw that he was dead serious. I had to go. So I walked down against my own will. One step down and he shut the door. He even locked it! Everything was dark. It was so dark that I couldn’t tell if I shut my eyes or if they were open. Somehow I managed to get down the stairs.
It was cold.
Once I came down, I saw better because there were tiny windows high up. I coughed a couple times because of the dust. Then I saw how creepy this basement was. It was full of porcelain dolls. I screamed because I thought someone was there. It caused me to fall on my bum which hurt.
I’d die here.
What if Joker would leave?
No one knew where I was..
I was all alone in this silent basement.Reality sunk into my head and I was pretty sure this day would fuck my head up. Just as I sat there, accepting my crappy life, I heard music. A music box on a dusty table was playing by itself. My eyes widened and I held my breath as I stared at the box. I could almost hear a little child singing, ‘’..Ring around the rosy’’
At first, I was convinced it was a real person. Then I tried to assure myself it was only in my head. ‘’You’re not real, you’re not real’’ I repeated myself again and again. I was hugging my knees now, too scared to move. I was alone, right? No one else could be here.
‘‘Don’t ignore me!’‘ A little child’s scream echoed. I flinched and hid my face in my hands, now crying out loud. ‘‘You’re not real!’‘ I muttered, then sobbing loudly, nearly choking on my tears. This Joker thing must have really gotten into me. I was safe. It was just a basement..
‘‘Look at me’‘ Someone whispered. I felt someone’s breath on my arms and a shiver ran down my spine. I wouldn’t look. No. I had to keep breathing, stay calm-
My hands were ripped away from my face and I screamed. I tried to hit whatever was in my way. I kicked and screamed and tried to get up. I was still too scared to look. ‘’Leave me alone!’’ I shrieked at the top of my lungs. As I got up on my feet, I tried to run up the stairs. Panic took over me and I struggled to breathe. I punched the door in hopes Joker would come. The fear made my stomach feel rotten.
‘‘Help! Help me!’‘ I cried and kept banging my fists against the door until it hurt. I thought I’d get out, but then I felt an ice cold hand around my ankle, grabbing me harshly. That feeling broke my hope. My eyes widened and then I was pulled back down. I hit the stairs, chest first and then I hit my jaw. Something was fucking dragging me down the stairs!
I tried to hold onto the stairs with my hands, but it was useless. ‘’No! Help, help’’ I sobbed, scared half way to death.I was in pain but I was so terrified that I ignored it. Just then the door opened and I saw lights. Joker had heard me and he had found a torch as well.
He blinded me with the light and at the same time, the cold hand vanished. Joker walked down to me and saw me on the floor. I was crying. I wasn’t sure what to do but one thing was clear, I didn’t want to be alone. My body was trembling wildly and I felt blood trickling down my face.
‘‘What the hell happened?’‘ Joker asked me roughly.He even kneeled down in front of me. Our eyes met and as crazy as it sounds, I felt safer. Then I leapt at him and hugged Joker. I didn’t care that it was the man who kidnapped me. I just needed it.
‘‘Y/N what on earth happened?’‘ Joker wanted to know. Luckily, he didn’t push me away. I wanted to answer him, but I was breathing strangely which made it impossible to speak. My chest rose quickly and my breath hitched in my throat. My ankle felt cold and I could see a red ring around it. Now that Joker came, the people or ghosts, whatever they were, they disappeared.
‘‘They w-were..going to..kill me’‘ I managed to croak out weakly. Joker seemed confused now. ‘‘We’re the only people in this house’‘ He pointed out. I shook my head no and swallowed my tears. God knows why but being in his lap was comforting.
‘‘Ghosts’‘ I whispered and then felt a shiver running down my spine. I rested my head against his chest and stared deeper into the basement. Joker huffed, probably not believing me. On the other hand, he didn’t laugh either. We sat there in silence for a while. He didn’t seem to mind that I sat in his lap. My head had a million questions flying around. Were they ghosts? Or my imagination? Or something else? What were they?!
Just as I started to calm down a bit, something dark moved. My eyes widened in horror as I stared at the dark figure. Ghost-likely it stood up and leant against the wall. It looked like the silhouette of a child. Step by step, it walked closer to us.
‘‘Go away!’‘ I screamed which caught Joker’s attention. He tilted his head and saw the same girl. ‘‘We’ve got company’‘ He growled and stood up, bringing me to my feet at the same time. The rope around my hands had loosened by my attempts to hit the ghosts earlier.
My heart almost stopped now. I could see the figure so clearly. All this was too much for my head and it was a miracle I hadn’t died yet. Joker flashed the light towards the girl and she vanished. I stared, mouth and eyes open wide at the now empty spot in front of us. Joker kept his arm around me, which helped a little bit. If I was alone, I’d probably wet myself and weep to death.
‘’I-Is she gone?’‘ I stuttered, trying to get even closer next to the Joker. ‘‘I don’t know but we’re getting the fuck out of here’‘ He growled surely. Just as we were going to leave, something else happened. My chest was tight as I held my breath in agony.
It sounded like someone let out a deep breath behind us. Once again, I felt it on my neck. It was worse than getting punched. The feeling of someone’s breath on your neck was disgusting and it made me want to puke. Joker was tougher than me. He turned around to shine the light against whatever was behind us. I faced the dark again where the girl was. She was right in front of me, making me scream.
‘‘Let’s go!’‘ I cried and tugged Joker’s jacket with both my hands. ‘’‘Good idea’‘ He growled and held me. We walked backwards up the stairs and he kept the light directed in front of us. I counted our steps, trying to distract myself somehow from the terror.
We reached the top of the stairs and Joker kicked the door open. Once we got out of the basement, he shut the door and locked it as well. I thought we were safe. With my luck, my thoughts were wrong. The strong smell of smoke entered my lungs, making me cough immediately. My eyes watered as I looked through the grey clouds that seemed to get thicker.
Joker was the first one to move. The house was on fire and he would not burn to death.Together we ran through the hot smoke towards the garage door. I heard the rattling of flames somewhere. The damn house was on fire!
I felt lightheaded once we reached his car. He jumped in and so did I, feeling safer with the Joker than in this house. He started the engine and then drove out of the garage quickly. I looked at the house that was getting orange by the roof. The thought of staying in there a minute longer made me sick in my stomach. We would have died..
Joker drove back to the highway and back towards Gotham City. Silence took over us, both shocked from what had just happened. I knew for sure that even he was a bit scared. As it came to me, I was utterly terrified. The fear had completely overwhelmed me and now I sat in a villain’s car, frozen from fear.
I could never be normal again.
After ten minutes of dead silence and driving, the silence was broken. I thought Joker was talking, but I was wrong once again.
‘‘ Ring around the rosy. Pocket full of posies. Ashes, ashes. We allfalld o w n’‘
I promised I’ll make a post for the Retirement Home New Vegas AU so here it is:
there is no new vegas, no post apocalypse, its just a retirement home in Nevada
Mister House, Caesar and Kimball (with general Oliver and others from the ncr) are just residents at the retirement home
hoover dam is the bathroom on their floor that they have to share
the strip is actually the recreation room with few chess and monopoly boards, the board for the daily bingo, a cooler and a single tv
the issue is that whoever claims the bathroom first in the morning can go to the recreation room and claim the cooler and the tv, thus having the main resources in the retirement home
Mister House is the sole resident of room 38 and most of his interactions with the nurses are through the phone or his customized personal roomba which is just a regular roomba with a knife taped on it
Caesar is in the room down the hall and he is the only one who has no resources. Kimball and co are controlling the cooler and the tv, while House is controlling the chess boards and has the bingo rigged
Caesar’s friend Joshua once came to try and reason with the nurses to give Caesar the bathroom, however upon failing Caesar threw coffee in his face and pushed him from the 2nd floor window
law is established by Nurse Ranger (courtesy to @ravel-puzzlewell) who occasionally has to take the remote control from Caesar and return it to Kimball and co.
the courier is one of the nurses
earlier the employee of the month was Benny however he was demoted when he “accidentally” gave the courier a concussion
Boone is the night guard and he may or may not have a lot of dinosaur stickers on his booth
Veronica is also one of the nurses and she is dating Christine who works at the Sierra Madre restaurant across the street and sees her girlfriend when she brings the staff take out cause food is a resource and the fight is for resources
there is another roomba without a knife called Ede and everyone from the staff treats it as if its a sentient being
a while ago the courier didn’t load the washing machines properly and flooded two entire wings of the retirement home. one of the doctors that worked there, Ulysses, has decided to reside in the flooded and uninhabited section of the retirement home until nurse courier faces what they’ve done even though everyone tells him that a mechanic will fix the plumbing and the two wings will be renovated and opened once again. he contacts the staff exclusively through the friendly roomba on which he tapes sticky notes with cryptic and vaguely threatening messages
most of this is courtesy to @fraenkysjunk and if anyone wants to add to this shitty au please feel free
Somebody asked for 9 and 23 before you, so I’ll just have to make 4 extra
4. Favorite character(s)?
Gil! This dork is not only easily my favorite character in the work, he’s
one of my favorite characters ever overall, of the do-a-happy-dance-when-they-show-up-in-a-scene
variety. Here’s an incomplete list of premium Gil things:
Reacts to crises by acting his way through them like a two-bit street
Her vile cat slandered his good name.
Has somehow garnered a widely known reputation as some kind of Lothario
while almost definitely being a demisexual virgin.
Sort of…I don’t know if this is on purpose? But Gil is kind of
tailor-made for Phil’s art style.
Phil Foglio has developed a style of bendy,
cartoonish art with body language exaggerated for effect where specific proportions are variable depending on scene and mood. Gil is super compatible with it
because he embodies these things in-universe more than anybody else. He’s
weirdly athletic beyond artistic license, and emotes with his entire body
ditto. He’s built like a brick chimney thanks to his father, but moves like a
gymnast – except when he’s channeling Klaus’ looming body language on purpose. Look, I
love this kind of thing, sorry.
Seriously. That physicality tho.
Gil has really attuned me to the fun of hyperphysical characters
To Whom Gravity Is Nothing.
(Dick Grayson, Adrien Agreste… Can I seriously not think of any girls who have this as a salient trait? Characters who can literally float don’t count. Somebody rec me something.)
Nothing to see here, I’m just HANGING OVER THE EDGE OF AN ABYSS.
HE’S SO EXTRA.
In a world where stories are very important, keeps trying to leverage a
reputation he does not have.
Look. A character like this is pretty difficult to
write well. Smart characters, first off, are tricky. You don’t have
to be quite as smart as they’re meant to be to pull them off, since as a writer
you’re not orchestrating their shenanigans in real time, but you still need to
be pretty bright. So far this just seems like kudos to the Foglios for ~their entire premise~, which, alright, is true. But Gilgamesh Wulfenbach is this particularly obnoxious
(to write) brand of smart character who’s always twelve steps ahead of anybody else in a
given room, sometimes literally, and rarely explains anything he
does effectively to said room.
The reader still needs to know, though. By
writing a character like Gil in an entertaining and versatile way, the Foglios have accomplished
a feat. I really respect that.
Does something interesting and unexpected in just about every possible story situation due to being - brilliant but not as clever as he thinks he is - sociable but socially stunted - moral and empathetic but easily enraged - a huggable panda bear of a boy with a deeply embedded savior complex and a supply of gleeful bloodlust running close to the surface - socially powerful but a huge dork - generally prone to coming up with terrible plans.
Okay, no, fine, absurd but effective plans. Kid’s got a weakness for every strength is what I’m saying. What’s awkward in your friends is goals in your fiction.
Is the romantic male lead but regularly does poses like
A rare sighting of the more drab-plumaged male Manic Pixie Dream Girl.
So yeah. There are a ton of great characters in Girl Genius, but Gil. Gil speaks to me.
ugghhhh, I can't believe I have to go to Mister Russia's house again... I really don't want to go alone, especially when I know that I'll be the only one to turn up- oh! Why didn't I think about this before! I'll bring a friend with me~
oh, it's probably Latvia again. I wonder if anyone else will turn up-
A/N- I don’t know how to do links just yet but when I do I’ll put the link to part one on here.
Word Count- 614
Summary- You, a four year old child, have just lost your father in a car accident only seven months after losing your mother. With no more living relatives, you have to be put in foster care, moving from family to family, house to house. Except when the richest man in Gotham City wants to adopt…again!
This is the story of how you grew up in what may be the most dysfunctional family there is, and how they came to love you, and you came to love them.
Being four years old, the only things you owned were clothes and toys. Everything else that had been your parents, their house, their cars, their furniture had all been sold. All the money was left in a savings account for you only to be opened when you turned 18 years old. This was all in your parents’ will.
Harry sat in the train, silently looking out the window, heading back to Hogwarts.
The name imprinted in his mind, and all he could think of is (Y/N) Zabini, the Ravenclaw. Maybe- just maybe- that was her? The train darkened and the lights flickered on, Harry paying no attention to so.
An hour later, Harry departed the train with Ron and Hermione all in their robes, chatting amongst themselves, heading towards the chariots pulled by the Thestrals.
They sat at their tables and Harry wildly looked around as he sat down at the Gryffindor table. He looked across the room at the Ravenclaw table. He saw the Quidditch team huddled together, Luna sitting by herself looking around with her radish-like earrings swinging. Then- (Y/N) Zabini.
She looked completely identical to (Y/N) Black on the tapestry of the family tree. Her (Y/H/C) hair was braided with several baby hairs loose on her face. She looked slightly depressed. Her (Y/E/C) eyes suddenly lit up as a Hufflepuff came over. She smiled, making Harry smile, feeling all warm inside. The Hufflepuff was a sixth year, a year older than them. His name was Tristan if Harry remembered correctly. She scooted over and let him sit next to her. She hugged him warmly.
Hermione nudged Harry in his side and he nearly yelped in surprise. Ron scoffed, “Hey there mate, you okay? You are staring at the Ravenclaws.”
Harry shook his head and his hand rubbed his eyes under his glasses. He looked up at Dumbledore, sitting with the rest of the teachers. Dumbledore’s eyes were on him and his eyes twinkling behind his glasses.
“Okay what is with you, Harry? You have been weird for a while now,” Hermione asked.
Harry sighed and said, “I think that this is Sirius’s niece,” his eyes flicked back to (Y/N).
Hermione and Ron’s eyes widened they snapped their heads toward the Ravenclaws and lone Hufflepuff. They were laughing and chatting until Dolores Umbridge strutted toward them and shrilly said, “Fifteen points from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw! Head back to your house table Mister Wagner.”
(Y/N)’s face fell and her eyes trailed back down to her plate. Harry looked back to his table and begun dishing food out on his plate. Ron spoke with a mouthful of mashed potatos, “Well at you going to tell her?”
Harry wiped a bit of potato off of his face and mumbled, “I don’t know…”
Hermione gaped, “what?” Her look was deadly. “Harry, you can’t tell me that you aren’t planning on telling her.”
Harry’s eyes widened and he quickly whispered, “no no no no, I am going to tell her! I promise, it is just what do I tell her? We are practically cousins!”
Hermione sighed and shook her hand, massaging her temples. “Harry James Potter…”
Request: Y'alls writing is so good!! I’ve been reading your imagines for hours now! Could I get 2 & 6 off the holiday prompt list with tjeffs? Maybe like where the two of you don’t really like each other but the entire hamilsquad wants you together so they try to force you together at the Schuyler’s Christmas party? Thank you so much!! - @sourwolfhalestilinski
2: “Who keeps hanging all this damn mistletoe everywhere?”
6: “Merry Christmas to all and to all-wait not you, I don’t like you.”
A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS LOVELIES! I hope this request was what you were looking for when you requested! I had a lot of fun writing this! I hope it’s not too choppy because I did write this mostly on my phone while I play Monopoly with my family. I hope this holiday season has been amazing you guys! I love ya’ll. Reminder, our normal requests are still open now that we’re heading out of this wonderful holiday season.
“(Y/N)!!” The Schuyler sisters screamed as the opened the door.
“Angelica! Eliza! Peggy!” You screamed back, hugging each them in turn.
“We’re so glad you came!” Angelica grabbed your hand, tugging you into the house.
“Mister Jefferson is already here.” Peggy winked at you.
“Um, first off why does that matter? Secondly, why does that matter to me?” You asked in disgust.
“Well, since you and Thomas are basically made for each other. Don’t deny it!” Eliza giggled, linking one of her arms through yours.
“As if, I hate him and he hates me.” You rolled your eyes at their childish ways.
“It’s called hiding your feelings! Ask anybody, you two are a match made in heaven.” Angelica smirked, finally walking into the living room where everyone sat.
“Watch I’ll ask the boys right now!” Peggy grinned, marching over to where they sat. “Are Thomas and (Y/N) are hopelessly in love?”
“Are you kidding me? With all the sexual tension I’m surprised they haven’t had angry sex on George’s meeting table at work!” Alex exclaimed, the other boys nodding in agreement.
“Not to mention all the intense eye contact they have.” Hercules nodded, taking a swig of his drink.
“Who has intense eye contact?” Thomas asked walking into the room from the kitchen.
“Uh, George and Martha!” You blurted out nervously.
“Right…” John trailed off smirking at how nervous you were.
“Hm, I never noticed.” Thomas shrugged, plopping into a seat next to James.
“Well, you’ve never been good at noticing things…” You trailed off, watching Thomas’s posture stiffen.
“I have been able to notice things more than you ever have and besides, at least I have some fashion sense when going to a party.” Thomas sneered, leaning forward in his chair now.
“Oh high and mighty fashion God, why must you always wear such an ugly purple?” You mocked, glaring at him.
“It’s magenta! Of course you wouldn’t know that, since you are obviously color blind. I mean, look at that outfit!” Thomas raised his voice, almost yelling now.
“Hm, let’s see…If I’m color blind, why does my outfit actually correlate and yours look like it was thrown together last minute?” You scoffed at his attempts to insult you.
“Princess, this is a Calvin Klein suit. What can you say for yours?” Thomas stood now, making his way towards you.
“Don’t call me that!” You growled, meeting him in the middle of the room.
“What? Princess? You know it fits you, sweetheart.” Thomas grinned at your anger, leaning his face closer to yours.
“I said don’t!” You hissed, stepping closer to him.
“Sorry to interrupt the moment lovebirds, but look above you.” James chuckled, pointing at the mistletoe above your heads.
“Oh…I…Uh…” You stammered, blushing a bright red.
“You nervous, princess?” Thomas smirked, grabbing your face gently in his hands.
The kiss was passionate, but much too short. He pulled away before you could even process what happened. As he pulled away, Thomas looked at you sadly before turning and walking back to his seat, leaving you standing there.
“Damn, that was one kiss.” Lafayette grinned, looking between the two of you excitedly.
“Anyways, I have some gifts for you guys.” You said, breaking the tension in the room.
“Oh, you didn’t have to do that!” Eliza protested, watching you pull presents out of your bag for everyone.
“Ah, but I did.” You grinned at Eliza, beginning to hand things out across the room.
As you were passing out presents, you realized you didn’t have a present for Thomas. You were feeling…guilty? Why should you feel guilty? Not like he’d ever given you a gift…but that kiss. That kiss was something else entirely, but that didn’t mean you could suddenly start hating him.
“Merry Christmas to all and to all-wait not you, I don’t like you.” You said, finishing up passing out the presents to everyone except Thomas.
“Wow, really feeling the love babe.” Thomas said snarkily as everyone tore open their presents.
“Oh, it’s not like you got me a present.” You rolled your eyes at him.
“Ah, that’s where you’re wrong.” Thomas said, pulling out a package from behind the chair he was sitting in.
“Wait, what?” You asked in shock.
“I’m not heartless, (Y/N).” Thomas made his way across the room to you, handing a small red package to you. “Merry Christmas, (Y/N).” Thomas almost whispered.
You slowly opened the package, everyone stopping to watch you as you did. Inside was a small stuffed animal of (F/A). You giggled at the small animal with a little Santa hat placed on it’s head.
“Thank you, Thomas.” You looked up from the present to see him watching you with something you didn’t recognize, but often saw in his eyes.
“You’re welcome, I know they’re your favorite.” Thomas smiles before standing up from where he was sitting. “I should be heading out.”
“But the party just started.” You protested as he gathered things.
“Don’t want to ruin your night with your friends, love.” Thomas said, walking out of the room quickly.
“Don’t worry about the consequences, just do it.” Alex urged you as you continued to stare where he was just sitting.
Without a second thought, you sprinted down the hall after Thomas. He had reached the staircase and was about to walk around it to the door. Building up all the courage you had, you ran faster and faster until your arm was able to reach out and grab his wrist.
“Wait, Thomas.” You gasped out, your breathing labored from running.
“Babe, are you okay?” Thomas asked, looking concerned.
“No I’m not.” You huffed out, starting to feel your breathing normal again.
“Um, okay. You going to tell me what’s wrong then?” Thomas raised a brow at you as you tried to think of what to saw.
Looking up at the ceiling to try and find inspiration, you were surprised by your luck. Breathing out a quiet sigh of relief, you looked back at Thomas and pointed at the ceiling. You watched Thomas’s eyes widen as they saw the bright mistletoe hung above your heads.
“Who keeps hanging all this damn mistletoe everywhere?” Thomas shouted in exasperation. Laughs could be heard throughout the house at his yelling.
“Thomas, I-” You began, the words finally coming to you.
“They’re not here, (Y/N). You don’t have to kiss me this time, sweetheart.” Thomas said, a tinge of sadness in his voice as he said these words.
Not letting yourself think too much, you grabbed Thomas and kissed him deeply. His lips were sweet and gentle against yours. Thomas held you as tightly to him as he could. The only thing to end your kiss was the both of you being out of breath.
Pulling away from the kiss, he rested his forehead against yours. Your breathing was in sync, it felt as if the two of you were one. You started to giggle, it was crazy wasn’t it. You were suppose to hate each other, yet here the two of you were making out in the Schuyler Sisters entryway.
“What’s so funny, love?” Thomas asked, stroking your face gently with his hand.
“I just realized that all this time, I’ve loved you. I thought I hated you, but I was so wrong.” You laughed again, Thomas joining in with you.
The two of you were very different and no neither of you were perfect. How blind the two of you had been to not realize that what you thought was hate, was actually love. You completed each other in ways you could never imagine.
So what exactly does Mister House do? I get he wants/needs the Platinum Chip to get his securitrons updated and stuff, but what does HE himself do? Ok so you sided with him and kicked Legion back to hell and NCR back to California, but now what? Does he totally run the Strip? Does he set forth to improve quality of life for people? Does he finally get those 200 year skeletons picked up? Do people have business meetings with him or know he's pretty much a computer screen? I wanna know!
i think its up to the player to decide what happens to the factions they side with for the long run, but what house WANTS to do is return the strip to its former glory and preserve it in a little bubble, like his snowglobes. he doesnt care about the people otherwise he wouldve expanded to freeside, not “rehabilitate” the 3 families, and not fill vault 21 with concrete and let the people just live in peace. hes more about the “aesthetic” so hes only in it for himself! so hes part of the theme about “old world blues”.