I know that Gitae's supposed to be his dad's "bad side," and I always knew he was a playboy (mind you, I don't think that sleeping around is bad, it's the cheating that I can't stand), but to actually see him surrounded by other women?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no--this parasocial hypocrite doesn't share her men. ✋
Also, I dunno if he has canonical kids (unlike with his womanizing, him having living offspring feels like a 50/50 chance), but if he does, they're not allowed to exist in my universe, sowwy. 😌
My AU, my rules.
Just a side note, because I actually had this as an angsty, yandere headcanon/one-shot idea for a while (specifically for Sammy): Gitae, James and Samuel are 100% willing to kill their own (hypothetical) illegitemate children if it means getting together with Noona.
My blog doesn't say "reader supremacy" for nothing!
this was the only gif close to what i wanted ok bare with me here
Request: @redstringlovers: can you do an imagine with theo and reader where like maybe they have been dating for a while and he wants to propose to her so he plans out this really sweet evening and stuff? Thanks😘Sammie I love you so very much but I took your request and fucked it up. I’m coming back from my hiatus and hitting y’all with a two-parter. This is not what you asked for but it’s halloween month bitches, so it’s time to get spooky. If you wanna get even spookier with it, you can go listen to these songs on youtube: here and here
*this is also very loosely inspired from a scene in Penny Dreadful
*also I have no idea what kind of “creature” my villain is ok he’s just kind of a jumbled mess
Y/N POV
Darkness. Darkness was all I saw when my eyes fluttered open. My head tipped upwards from where it was hanging in front of me to try to observe my surroundings but proved unsuccessful. The muscles in my shoulders ached as the chains around my wrists did nothing but tighten each time I tried to maneuver out of them. The cold chain swiping my back along with the shadowy surrounding gave me chills. Moonlight began to shine from the cracked skylight above, illuminating the otherwise dark and dank room. The stone of the walls beginning to chip and the grimy floor covered in what I could only imagine to be dirt and dried blood.
The stink of mold clouded my head as I tried to think of what had happened before I was brought here. The last thing I remember was being at home. I don’t think I was doing anything particularly important, but I don’t remember much after.. Wait- as I put myself back in that moment, I began to see flashes. My brows furrowed as I tried to concentrate. I saw myself back at home, putting my textbooks back in my bag as he grabbed me. The chains on my wrists pulled but didn’t budge as I tried to call out to her, but they were gone. His dark cloak wrapped around her body and the vision disappeared just as fast as it had come. Tears fell from my eyes as I tried to settle my heavy breathing. I couldn’t see him in the moment but he was there. He took me from my home.
The sound of leaden footsteps coming from behind the old wooden door made my heart race as I held my breath. The footsteps stopped in front of the door, and I saw the shadow of feet in the low moonlight. After what seemed like an eternity of silence, the door handle began to turn, and the creek of the run-down door made my spine crawl.
The slight moonlight casted shadows upon his face, his eyes sunken and jaw sharp. He entered the room slowly with a small, enigmatic smile. “Finally, you’re awake.” he said, while circling around the room. He stopped in the far corner to the right of me, still making sure that he was still in my eyeline. His persian blue eyes, illuminated by moonlight, locked onto me as I sat in a defiant silence. His eyebrow raised slightly when he realized that I had intended to keep silent so long as I was being held captive. “I didn’t bring you here to hurt you Y/N” he spoke, pushing his body off of the wall and walking behind the chair I was chained to. He leaned his head over my shoulder, and I turned my head away before he whispered softly in my ear. “I want you to join me” he said. My head snapped back in his direction, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. Join him? Hell of a recruiting technique.
He returned to towering over me before beginning to circle the room again. His hands joined behind his back, the same dark cloak from before draped over his shoulders, and silver hair almost glowing in the low light. “Join me Y/N and you can finally use your abilities like they were intended” he told me, with a small smile, “that so called “pack” doesn’t appreciate what you can do. You’re just as powerful as they are, if not more so, and you don’t even have to sprout fur”.
My eyes followed him as he walked along the perimeter of the room, his eyes running over me like a predator looking at its prey, stalking me almost. He’ll dip into a shadow along one wall and appear coming out of another, eyes still locked on me. Although the pack doesn’t always listen to the advice I give them after a vision, they still appreciate it, don’t they?
“No” I said harshly, averting my eyes from his. He quickly comes to stand in front of me, squatting down and bringing his hand to my chin and forcing me to face in his direction. His eyes boring into mine as he spoke: “And so she speaks”. After breaking eye contact and jerking my head from his grip, he stood up again and towered over me. A frustrated sigh escaped his lips, and a seemingly calm wave came over him. He began circling yet again, before stopping to stand against the door. His arms crossed against his chest and his chin lifted to take in the luminescence of the sky. My heartbeat began to settle, but sped once again after I spoke. “I’m not afraid of you” I told him, in a steady voice. His eyes were once again drawn to mine and his arms fell from his sides, a small grin on his lips.
“You don’t have to be” he said cooly, “because I know something that you want. A longing, really”. My heart dropped at his words. No. He couldn’t know. No one knows. “Let me show you what I can give to you Y/N, so long as you stand by my side”.
“No” I replied quickly, jerking my head away from his approaching hand, “no”. But his cold hand reached my forehead and my eyelids fell heavily, head left hanging in front of me.
The moment my eyes opened, they immediately shut again, having to adjust to the bright lighting. After a few moments, I finally sat up and scanned over the room. I was in my living room, sitting on the couch when my attention was captured by noises coming from the kitchen. I walked through the house and peeked through the doorway, only to be hit with scents of garlic and basil. Pots and pans were strewn across the counter tops and ingredients were placed near their appropriate dish. In the midst of my kitchen confusion, two strong arms came to wrap around my torso, and a face buried itself in my neck. “Good morning princess, or should I say night”. I recognized the voice immediately and butterflies erupted in my stomach. I turned myself in his arms, bringing mine around his neck, my eyes meeting his emerald ones. “What’s all this for?” I asked him, laying my head on his chest.
“Our anniversary. I know it’s a little early, but I wanted to surprise you” he said, as a blush crept onto my cheeks. I pulled my head away from his chest and scanned around the kitchen before speaking: “You’re making me dinner? Are you sure you don’t want to go out?” I said with a giggle.
He pressed his hand to his chest, pretending to be offended and replied, “I’ll have you know, Y/N, I happen to be an amazing chef”. We both broke into a fit of laughter and only stopped to catch our breath. I looked around the kitchen once more with wide eyes. It really was a mess in here. “Are you sure you don’t want any help?” I asked, optimistically.
“No, no, no, I got this, I promise” he replied with a cheeky smile and a laugh. He shooed me out of the kitchen, and I sat in a bar stool on the opposite side of the counter admiring him. The shirt he wore hugged his muscular body so well, even watching him cook was like a work of art. He turned and made his way around the kitchen clumsily, making an even bigger mess in the process, but who could be mad when your chef looks that good? He stood in front of me, on the other side of the counter, with flour on his nose. I giggled and tried to wipe it off for him but he had another idea. He grabbed my face with his floured hand and kissed me. Not only getting flour on my nose, just like his, but on a whole other side of my face.
After laughing at each others floured faces, and finally cleaning them off, dinner was finally ready. Bringing the completed dishes onto the table, we ate, and I complimented him on his cooking skills, while also chuckling out an apology for my earlier comments. Once we both finished eating, we cleaned up the kitchen together in a comfortable silence, smiling at the other if they caught our eye.
The last dish was put away and Theo suggested a walk. I took his warm hand in mine as we started out the door and onto the wooded trail behind my house. The cool autumn breeze blew and the colorful leaves fell. Everything looked so beautiful this time of year. The trail was covered in red and orange leaves, crunching underneath our feet. The sun began to set and the soft twilight gave everything a sort of glow. I was lost in the wonderment of the trees and hadn’t noticed Theo taking us down a different path than normal. The trail dead-ended to a beautiful gazebo covered with fairy lights. I lead us to stand inside of it and let go of his hand to spin and take in the beauty of all the lights.
“Theo, what is this place?” I asked. Had he been here before? A few seconds passed, and he was still silent. “Theo?”. Once I turned around, my heart dropped. I felt light-headed and tears came to my eyes. He sat on one knee in front of me, holding out a velvet box containing a diamond ring. The butterflies in my stomach fluttered so much so I could barely breathe.
Just as I opened my mouth to speak, everything in front of me began to fade away like a mirage. Theo, the trail, it was all gone. It felt like the air had been sucked out of my lungs, and my heart was torn out all at once. He was gone. He was never mine. The tears spilled from my eyes, not from happiness like before, but hurt and anger. I looked up at the shadowed man and pulled against my chains. “You are cruel” I told him.
“No, Y/N, this is kindness. That’s what you truly want isn’t it? To be normal? To be loved?” he replied. My body relaxed amongst the chains. It is what I want. “He doesn’t see you now but he will. I can give you a happy life, so long as you stand by my side Y/N”. He moves his body off of the door and circles me once more, stopping in front of me and bringing his hand under my chin and tilting my head up, this time without any struggle. “So what do you say, Y/N?” he asks, deeply.
“Will you join me?”.
Part 2
Writer’s Note: Sammie, I know this isn’t what you had in mind but I hope you like it regardless. If any of you are confused, I made the readers character clairvoyant, she’s not just crazy I promise. I’m also thinking of adding a bit of witch in her, what do y’all think?? This is my first two-parter, and first Halloween inspired writing and would really appreciate some feedback and hearing what you guys think! (also there will be more Theo in the next part, i promise!)
Out of curiosity, how hard would be to make a coherent Reader/Deadpool soulmate fic?
Deadpool keeps poking you.
“Would you stop that?” you snap, slapping his hand away. It’s difficult to tell through the mask, but you’re pretty sure he’s frowning at you.
“Is this some choose-your-own-adventure bullshit?” he asks.
“…what?”
“You, here,” he says, speaking very slowly, as if to a small child (or Wolverine). “Did you choose to fall into this fanfic? Because, I gotta say, this one’s pretty boring. Amuse is usually WAAAAAY more fun. With the soulmates and the knotting and the AUs and whatnot. She’s slacking. Or possibly just hangry, the little boxes haven’t told me yet.”
“I just asked her a question,” you say grumpily. “And then I wound up here.”
“Huh. Should have asked @ozhawkauthor, she’s much cooler.”
There was a blinding flash of light, then a deafening boom. When you came back to yourself, you were lying on the ground, Deadpool hovering over you. You blink slowly, but his outline remains hazy, alarming you until you realize that the haze is caused by the smoke rising from his suit. You can smell singed rubber and ozone.
“See what I mean?” Deadpool grouses. “She hit me with lightning! Must be hangry. Lets wait till she gets distracted by food, then make a break for it. If we’re lucky, we can cross over into another fic until she gets over her munchies. Or we could get pancakes, that’s a good time-waster.”
“You sure you’re not the hangry one?”
“I don’t get hangry, I get murdergry, it’s completely different.”
One of the misconceptions of online businesses about their website is that as soon as it is launched it must start getting the right traffic. Well, this approach is not a good one and may even backfire. Why? This is because one must think of their website as an online portal to share information to their target and potential audience at the right time.
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The thumb rule says, a website must be reader-friendly. If a user visits a website to read its content and simply to learn more; then he/she must be able to do just that without being asked to sign up/login or bombarded with numerous ads/pop ups/side bars. Such an experience creates disinterest and annoyance in the user and he/she may abandon the website, sometimes forever.
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So, how to offer a reader-centric online experience?
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One of the apt and best example of an interesting reader centric blog is – The Educational Initiatives Blog
