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A/n: so I’ve decided to make a mini series that’s related to the My Venus Marko fic about being insecure about your body. I feel like more people should know how truly lovely they are and especially how these lovely boys would look up to you. We all need to realize they all came from “olden” times where these, current day insecurities were looked up to and bowed down upon.
My Venus, Tiger Stripes, Look At Me
Tag list: @britany1997 @oceansrose2002 @misslavenderlady @6lostgirl6 @otaku1872 @shewhomustnotbenamedsworld @maskofmirrors
Dwayne x Insecure Fem! Reader
“Don’t hide from me” you heard Dwayne say to you. His voice was stern and full of concern. You could feel his gaze on the back of your head as you turned away from his, frantically wiping the stinging tears away from your face, “what’s wrong? Why’re you crying?”
“It’s nothin’ Dwayne” you sniffles still looking away as a hiccup shook your body, “I’m fine, go away”
“I’m not goin anywhere.” He stated, stepping closer to you, you could feel his presence closer behind you. His cool breathe spread across your neck and shoulders as he did so. He reached a large hand out to rest on your shoulder and pulled you around to face him, your head still held down, “what’s wrong? Did something happen?” He questioned, his brows were knitted together in deep concern. He didn’t want to make you cry anymore, he just wanted to make you feel better. He wanted to know and understand. He wanted to help.
He watched you shake your head and waited for a moment, “you gotta tell me what’s wrong baby girl…I’m here to be the shoulder to cry on and to make you feel better”
“Dwayne” you croaked out shaking your head, staring down at both of your feet, his larger in comparison to yours, his old converses nearly eaten away from constant use and obvious erosion. “I hate my body” you started to cry again, “I hate it. I hate how I look and I hate how I’m— heavier” he let you speak and just stared down at you, he couldn’t understand how you could see yourself like this. He waited a moment and tried to process what you said. Heavier?! What the hell does that even mean? Who cares if you were? He was a vampire. He could pick up trucks if he wanted with ease yet…his own mate thought she was apparently “too heavy”? He hated knowing you felt like this. Utterly hatred it but he wouldn’t show you. What he knew is that he needed to be there for you. Be your mate and be by your side to make you feel better and to realize what you meant to him
“Heavier? What do you mean heavier? Who. Who The hell said that?” He scoffed looking down at you. He cringed a little heating himself, hearing how harsh he sounded, he reconsidered trying to reexplain himself but he stood there for a moment. Watching you wrap your arms around yourself.
Dwayne worshipped the very ground you walked on. He looked up to you. He adored you. Often he’d call you his Mother Nature. He loved the curves of your body. How he could caress your body and how every dip and valley you owned on your flesh, he would kiss. He didn’t understand how you felt this way, he never called you anything else other than perfect. You were his perfect mate
Dwayne sighed putting his hands on your hips, “then tell me y/n” he looked down at you, his dark brown hair falling around his face, “what do you see” and he stopped seeing you tear up and waited a moment before taking a different approach panicking slightly on the inside, “can I tell you what I see?” He held his breathe for a second watching you
“I mean….sure” you sniffled, “but I don’t know why you even like me”
“I don’t just like you” he said, “I love you. And I love your body. I love your personality and I love your presence” he smiled staring down at you, your eyes meeting his in a soft gaze.
“I love your face and I love your eyes. I could stare into them forever” he went on, “I love how soft you are and how I can hold you close to me” he said squatting down for a second and wrapping his arms around your thighs to gently lift you up, “you’re not heavy at all, see? You’re light as a feather. Who ever told you this shit. I’ll kill them for you baby girl” he hummed looking up at you. “I love you. I love everything about you” he said walking you over to your twos bed to lay you down gently. He laid down beside you on his side and propped his head up on his hand to take in your pure beauty before leaning over to wrap his arms around you, “see how well you belong in my arms?” He laughed softly, “I love you and I love how you look, I understand what you mean though and I see what goes on in todays world but” he paused looking over your face, “you’re perfect to me. I love you and you need to realize that you are perfect. You are a beautiful being”
“Yeah?” you sniffled nodding and looked up at him for a moment, “Dwayne” you whispered, “can I ask you a question?”
“Of course princess, what is it?” He smiles down at you
The little one of our Lost Boys and the second of Max's "family".
This is what Marko's life was when he was human.....
Marko was born in 1901 to a single mother in Rome, Italy. His father, unfortunately, died in a work-related accident shortly before he was born. His mother always told him how excited his papà was to meet him, and that in a way, he was watching over his son. Even so, Marko was perfectly happy with just his mother. He could always tell how much she missed his father, so he always tried to be there for her so she wouldn’t ever feel lonely.
They lived in a poor neighborhood but had the support and friendship of their community to stay positive. Marko’s mother was a seamstress, often using a special trick of sewing beautiful patches onto old clothing to hide any damage or age. She taught him how to sew, and he became a helper in the small shop she had set up in town. His mother also tutored him, teaching him how to read, write and speak multiple languages.
Marko was an enthusiastic child. He loved to play with the neighbor kids in his spare time, his favorite game being hide-and-seek. Though he sometimes played dirty by using his athletic abilities to climb onto high buildings or run a far enough distance to make it difficult to find before the others. Even his friends called him “a dirty cheater”.
He could also stir up quite a bit of trouble. Marko was a prankster, often finding ways to scare his mother’s customers and his friends. Sometimes it was with spiders and bugs he caught outside. Other times he would steal their belongings and put them some place silly for them to find. No matter how many times his mother scolded him, Marko still enjoyed being a little rascal.
One thing he also adored was watching artists in the street paint pictures. He thought what they did was pure magic, moving their brushes with grace and creating something truly unique. He longed to do the same and make his own art. Though they didn’t have much, Marko was given a small allowance every week, which he saved up for a small paint set and a couple of canvases. The first picture he ever painted was of a flock of pigeons outside their home.
As he got a little older, he was given the chance to help out his mother with cooking and learn all her recipes. He always adored her cooking and begged to know her secrets. She promised him one day she would share her recipes, but unfortunately, that day never came.
When Marko was 13, an angry man stopped his mother from going into their house. He was yelling at her, insisting she had ruined one of his good shirts. She tried to calm him down and offer to fix the problem, but he took it as back-talk and attacked her. Marko had been hiding inside and witnessed the man beat his mother to death, leaving her in the streets to die before walking off as if nothing had happened.
When the man left, he ran to her, wailing terribly while hugging her body. The sounds of anguish alerted the neighbors, and several of them came to his aid. Some of them held Marko in comfort while the others helped cover and move his mother’s body. He never was quite the same after that.
Though he had the support of his community, Marko still had to grow up and take care of himself without his mother. He poured his heart and soul into his work in the shop, desperate to keep her spirit alive by doing the same special patchwork she did. Still, he was just a kid and didn’t have the skill and experience she had, so he couldn’t keep up with the orders. Not to mention, Italy was thrown into the hardship of wartime, meaning life was even more difficult. With a heavy heart, he decided to close the shop for good in 1915.
Marko was heartbroken. He was utterly alone in the world, and he had no idea what he would do. He went hungry most of the time and he felt ashamed of what life he was living. It was all a very frustrating time.
One day, he found the man who had caused him such terrible suffering. The man who murdered his mother, walking free and without care down the street.
Something in Marko snapped. He was lost in a blind rage as he carefully followed the man down an alley a few miles from his home. With his shears in hand, Marko tackled him to the ground and brutally stabbed him in the throat, face, and chest. Over and over and over again. The only word Marko spoke the entire time was “murderer”.
The body was unrecognizable by the time he was done. When Marko finally got himself to calm down, he realized he was covered head to toe in the man’s blood. He expected to go into shock. To snap out of his craze and realize the horrible crime he committed. To feel even just a small hint of guilt for what he did.
But the feeling never came. In fact, Marko loved what he had done. A wicked grin was on his face as he watched the blood drip from the shears that belonged to his departed mother. In his twisted head, he had truly avenged her. From then on, he saw violence as its own form of art, and he chased that high as he threw himself into his artwork while on the run for murder.
Marko did a little bit of everything for the sake of earning money. By day, he would try to sell paintings or sing in the streets for spare change. By night, he was far more sadistic. He would stalk the drunks that roamed around at night and either hold them up at knifepoint for money or simply kill them and steal whatever was in their pockets. It really depended on how well they cooperated.
1920 was when Marko’s journey into his second life began. After searching for someone to rob for the night, he accidentally bumped into a tourist from America. David was his name. Rather than get upset with him for not watching where he was going, David offered to get him some dinner at a nearby bistro. Marko was skeptical of the stranger, but agreed for the sake of a meal.
To his surprise, they ended up hitting it off right away. They laughed, joked, and shared stories all throughout the night, finding they had a lot in common. It was the first time in years Marko actually felt like he had a true friend. When dawn started approaching, David apologized and explained he had to leave, but asked if he could see Marko again. He happily agreed.
The next few months were truly beautiful. Marko timidly shared his painting with David, who was thoroughly impressed by his skill. He enthusiastically agreed to an offer to do a portrait of him. David had learned to dance a few years prior and the two of them danced down the streets of Italy together. Every night with David was heaven, and then things got more intimate.
Marko had developed feelings for the American boy, and one night in particular, after some wine and sweet nothings by a roaring fire, the two ended up sleeping together. David was smitten, but Marko was in love. Desperately in love. They never really put a label on their relationship, but Marko didn’t care. All he knew was that he wanted to be by David’s side forever.
Unfortunately, the bliss was spoiled when Marko started to grow incredibly sick. What started with shortness of breath turned into rapid weight loss, fever, chills, and even moments where he was coughing up blood. David was confused and scared, quickly rushing Marko to a doctor. To his despair, Marko was dying of Tuberculosis, and it was happening fast.
Both the boys were terrified. Marko wasn’t even 20, and he was going to die after just meeting the love of his life. David was reminded of his own fears of missing out on life when he was faced with death. He had finally found a true companion he cared about. So he became desperate. He asked Marko if he wanted them to be together forever. When Marko said yes, David revealed his vampire face, offering to make it happen.
Marko was incredibly weak from his illness, but he still knew what he saw was real. He believed his mother’s spirit had sent David to him as a reason to keep living.
Determined to keep Marko alive, David bit into his neck, letting his instincts take over so he could quickly turn him. It was immensely agonizing, but thankfully, Marko was so out of it that he barely noticed the pain. It took a few days for David’s blood to seep into his body and cure the illness he had. Whenever the sun was gone, David stayed right by his side.
Waking up, Marko finally felt like himself again. He was grateful to be alive, yet he still harbored the craving to kill. He thought it was nothing out of the ordinary from his own experience, but David knew it was the urge to finish the transformation. So they hunted together that night, going after a couple who threw insults at them for being two men in love. They acted brutally together, showing no mercy and making the bloodshed a painful experience.
Marko’s joy was immeasurable that night. He was so hyped up by adrenaline, bloodlust, and desire, he ended up having sex with David immediately after turning, all while their lips were still stained. David was truly happy. He finally had the thing he wanted most after years of loneliness in life and in death; someone to love forever.
When they were calmer and more comfortable with reality, David introduced Marko to his Sire, Max. To his surprise, Max was disappointed, saying as the Head Vampire, he had to give permission to turn humans into one of their kind. However, he didn’t punish David, as he simply didn’t know. He allowed his Childe to have Marko stay with them as a companion, and offered a better, less painful alternative to biting as a trigger for the change.
He gifted David the bottle that had once held his own blood. The one he fed David the night of the earthquake. It was empty, and Max advised him to fill it so that if the right time came again, there was a better way to start someone’s transformation. From then on, David took the bottle wherever they went.
Marko was ready to spend eternity by David’s side. He was deeply in love. Obsessed, even. He would do anything for David. His Sire, his savior, his lover. They would see the world together and grow their family some more.
Additional Facts:
Marko used to have a very thick Italian accent, but it’s disappeared over the decades. Sometimes if he gets super angry, he’ll start ranting in Italian. When he realizes what he’s doing, he’ll snap out of it and switch back. It’s a bit confusing for him.
Because he's the second of the boys to join the family, Marko acts as second-in-command to David. Whenever David needs something done, Marko will take care of it. David secretly likes having someone to order around because he never had that kind of power as a human.
Having this kind of power imbalance has made David a little more bossy, but because Marko feels he owes his life to David, he accepts his role. It's not the healthiest, but their friendship is still genuine.
As you can guess, Marko developed a soft spot for pigeons after the first time he painted them. He thinks they’re adorable, and always carries a pouch of bird seed for them as a snack.
His birth name is actually spelled “Marco”, as it’s the traditional spelling in Italy. He changed it to “Marko” when he came to America for the first time.
Marko is Jewish. One of the few things he remembers from his human life is the Hebrew songs his mother would sing while sewing. In the moments he adds new patches to his jacket, he finds himself humming them too.
Speaking of which, the idea for covering his jacket in patches was inspired by her. His memories are very fuzzy, so whenever people ask why he has them, he says that they’re just very meaningful to him.
The night he killed his mother’s murderer, some drops of the blood seeped into his mouth. He thought it was delicious at the time, but now as a vampire, it’s practically a drug to him.
He’s the only Lost Boy who has killed someone before their transformation.
He loves heavy metal music because it perfectly captures the chaotic thoughts and feelings he has.
His favorite thing to cook when he was human was chicken cacciatore. He hasn’t made it in decades because he can’t quite remember all the steps. It doesn’t help that he never got the recipe book his mother had.
When he was still half-vampire, David warned him about the side effect of memory loss. Thankfully, Marko had a small photograph of his parents on their wedding day saved, as it was one of the few things he took with him when he fled town. He quickly wrote their names on the back of the photograph. He kept that picture safe in a frame for decades. It’s currently hidden in a locked drawer in the cave. The memories are still faded, but thanks to his picture, he knows how important they were to him.
Marko still loves to paint. He sometimes sets up his work on the boardwalk and paints portraits of families. If they’re nice to him, he doesn’t charge them for the work. If they’re rude, he increases the price.
Marko is swift to start fights. He got into them as a kid and when he got older, his rage grew stronger. If his boys are ever in trouble, he’s got their backs. One of his nicknames is “guard dog”
He wears a jacket that’s too big to hide the fact that he’s actually a bit scrawny underneath. The side effects of TB took away a lot of body fat and muscle, and it makes him feel weak to go without it.
Marko loves Paul and Dwayne and has intimate relationships with them too, often calling them “Caro mio” or “Amore”, but they’re first and foremost his best friends. He would die for them if he had to.
To this day, Marko is still secretly in love with David. His pet name of choice for the leader is “neshama sheli”, or “my soul” in Hebrew. As they let the others join their family, the passion cooled down a bit so the love could be shared equally. He knows that David deeply cares about him, but he still has deep feelings. He’s incredibly jealous of Michael because he knows how particularly fond David is of him.
Marko has a bit of a co-dependent relationship with David. He’s willing to be David’s servant, always doing what he asks and getting whatever he wants without question, whether he wants to or not. He’ll often put David’s wants and needs before his own. David thinks Marko is just being helpful, but there’s a bit of obsession tied to it.
If David ever uses flirting to lure in victims, Marko will use his own seduction after the hunt to turn David’s attention to him. If David isn’t in the mood, he’ll sneak off to slaughter a bunch of random people on the beach.
Being the true Italian that he is, Marko absolutely loves soccer (though he still calls it football). He’s a pro at it and loves to play with the others. One of the things he hates about America is their lack of respect for the sport.
This is gonna be a Lil sumin. I was wondering, what would be some of the stupidest and funniest or even sweetest things these boys do? Welll let's find out. HAPPY NEW YEARS
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Foul Language, just them doing stupid shit
sexual themes and smut AND FLUFF!
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David
𓆩 𓆪 David can be silly and goofy too, its not always serious we all know this. Man has natural crack hidden up his ass some here and its in there deep... Can't even reach up with ya foot.
𓆩 𓆪But one of the funniest moments with David is when he was minding his business. All up your sugar walls with his cock, no shame in the world. Just balls against booty, and Marko had threw a pizza into the slide of his face. The crazy part is how David didn't notice Marko's presence behind him. You watched as the pizza slowly slid down the side of His face and land in between your chest/boobs.
𓆩 𓆪 David was PISSED! But you? You laughed. It was too fucking funny, even with him balls deep inside you and a pizza on your chest.
"GET THE FUCK OUT YOU LITTLE SHIT!!!"
"Whoa calm down no need to get so hostile. I just thought I add a little Italian spice to your bedroom."
"MARKO!"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH"
Dwayne
𓆩 𓆪This serious big teddy bear is goofy too..mostly quiet but once you come at him with fun time such as poking him and saying you didn't do it a bunch of times.
𓆩 𓆪 so here you were poking him as he reads on the couch. Repeatedly! Once he was annoyed enough he'll just simply grab you hand and kiss it.
𓆩 𓆪"You done?" he'll chuckle at you. You see dwayne has a hell of a lot of patience I like to think even more so than David. Once you shrugged and claimed it wasn't you, he'll say"Oh yeah?" And then that's when the fun starts.
"MERCY! PLEASE HAHAHAHAHA!" Your laughter filled the lightly dim lit hotel. Be pinned under the long haired giant of a vampire, being tickled brutally. "Yeah? Gonna tell the truth now?" He'll smirk down at you as you nod "Alright alright! I'll stop poking ya!" You yelled out and smiled up at him before sitting up and kissing his cheek.
Paul
𓆩 𓆪we all know this man don't have hidden crack up his ass...he got crack in his peepee 🙄That mf goes up randomly and who better than you to go to for help. He'll always hug you from behind and rut against you slowly as he whispers filthy things in your ear.
𓆩 𓆪He's just restless, always grabbing for you but he can't help it. Not when you're standing there doing nothing looking all pretty. Even just your voice alone turns him on.
𓆩 𓆪You love paul, never the less. You'll do anything for your sweet puppy. But today you weren't in the mood. So you got an idea, Paul is a menace we know this. even his jokes be heartless a little. So..you did the unthinkable..
A rumble erupted on Paul, and he froze. Did you just?....did you just fart on his erection?!?! Instant turn off, whyyyyy!? "WHOA BABE, you could've warned me!"He backs up and whines. "I'm so sorry Pauly! I didn't m- pffft hahaha" you laughed and grabbed your lower abdomen from laughing so hard. You could hear David from across you two. "That wasn't an accident she's lying" he smirks trying to instigate."Y/N!? Is this true?!"
Marko
𓆩 𓆪Oh man...you thought Paul was bad. Wait till you hear how him and Paul were planning a prank on David. Nothing like annoying the true high king of skyrim.
𓆩 𓆪so here they were. Waking up early at tonight just to piss off the hanging human bat with crocodile feet. Paul started off by poking David awake. Like it was a serious problem happening
𓆩 𓆪Little did little David know...he's always gonna be the butt of their jokes...no matter what...
"DAVID! WAKE UP! MARKO IS HURT PRETTY BADLY!" David woke up quick, both concerned and pissed about what was going on. "What do you mean he's hurt?! What the fuck happened?!" Once he got his gorilla grippers off the ceiling and started running down the hall with Paul. And there Marko was..bleeding on the ground, panting and reaching out dramatically"it hurts.." And David was over there in seconds! Wait, oh no...he didn't get nowhere because the mf slipped on some oil Marko put on the floor purposely. Sending David sliding across the ground and into a wall. "PAHAAHAHHAHAHA!" The loud howls filled the hotel as David got up growling and slapping Paul and Marko in the back of the head. "YOU LITTLE SHITS!"
Go to pinterest and type in “[your name] core aesthetic” and create a moodboard using the first nine images. No need to reveal what your name actually is!
Go to pinterest and type in “[your name] core aesthetic” and create a moodboard using the first nine images. No need to reveal what your name actually is!
like look you have this soulless thing that has anonymously and indiscriminately cannibalized years of hard-earned learning and discipline and struggle and creativity.
and you type in a little thing and it just. spits out some mashed up amalgam of other peoples inspiration, other peoples skills and dedication and livelihoods.
and you sit there and smile and tag it “my art” like its not a horrible spit in the face of every artist who made that shitty little program possible. and now you think you have no NEED to pay an artist, you can just make it yourself. as if you’ve made anything???
fuck you and fuck ai “art”
Could you do Headcannons of the lost boys (separate if it’s not to much trouble) of them like accidentally hurting you/ taking care of you when ur hurt thank you so much love your content and writing!!!!
-💜💚
Thank you so much! That means so much to me, I hope you like this!
When They Accidently Hurt You HCs
TW: Cursing
David
The boardwalk was extremely crowded leaving you and the boys to stay situated on your motorcycles while people watched for potential snacks.
You came along with David, riding on his bike because it's been a while since you both spent time together.
David was in the middle of smoking his cigarette, sitting close to you as he continued checking out for anyone that caught his eye as prey for the night.
You were sitting next to the hand holding his cigarette and it honestly was a stupid mistake that night.
Since David and you weren’t really paying attention, just as you were putting your hand to rest on the top of his thigh, the hand holding the cigarette came down to rest on that same thigh.
That ended up with the cherry of the cigarette press against the delicate skin of your hand.
With a loud yelp, you quickly pulled your hand away and cradled it to your chest, looking at the small blister that was already forming.
With David, he can be pretty harsh when he’s worried, especially when it comes to you, he doesn’t ever want to see you hurt and when it happens, he would need to know every little detail or else he will not rest.
Hearing the pain in your voice, the cigarette was quickly dropped and he was grabbing your hand, trying to pull it from you for him to see what he did.
He’s cursing, especially at himself when he quickly registers that his cigarette was the cause of your injury once he finally looked over your injury.
He would never admit it, but he felt absolutely horrible. He feels like he failed as a mate because he promised himself he would never let you get hurt.
Without anyone witnessing, David gave your injury small kisses and muttering apologies. That’s the only time you will ever hear him apologize.
From then on, he doesn’t smoke when he’s near you, especially when you're sitting next to him.
Dwayne
In general, Dwayne is a very careful vampire, especially when it comes to his mate, you.
However, there are still instances where his hair can be a literal weapon, which is exactly how you ended up with an irritated eye.
Dwayne was in the middle of organizing his book shelf, bending slightly to get to the lower shelves, which made his hair basically get in his face.
You were bored and you wanted to see if Dwayne would take you out onto the boardwalk with just the two of you and that’s when you decided to go searching for him in the cave.
After a while, Dwayne was getting slightly irritated with his hair constantly getting in his eyes and trying to move his hair out of his face.
Right when you were literally behind him, Dwayne thought it would be a good idea to basically whip his long hair back behind him which caught you right in the eye, causing you to gasp and step back from the harsh sting.
Dwayne heard your gasp of pain and quickly checked on you and moved your hand away that was covering your eye.
He was so worried and extremely apologetic.
You had to constantly tell him that you were fine and it was only an irritating sting that should disappear after a short while.
However, he doesn’t listen.
He literally dropped what he was doing and did everything he could to take care of you and your minor (major to him) injury.
He even went out and got you some eye drops to bring back the moisture to your eye because his hair soaked it up like a damn shamwow
Ever since then, he is always careful when he moves his hair back because he doesn’t want to repeat the incident.
Paul
Sometimes, Paul doesn’t understand that sometimes you shouldn’t just mindlessly go to grab something while your significant other is literally right next to you without a hint of being careful.
Paul and you were sitting on the couch in the cave, cuddling with his arm around your shoulder when he was feeling like having another smoke from his stash.
Without telling you, he pulled away to reach behind the couch while you continued sitting next to him while listening to the music coming from the rockbox.
Without looking, he quickly turned to sit back down on the couch, dragging a large bong with him.
You ended up having the back of your head smacked with the heavy weight of the device, causing you to wince and touch the tender spot, demanding what the hell he was doing.
Paul, hearing the sound of the bong hitting your skull made him quickly check on you and replace your hand with his own, touching your sore head.
He was laughing as he asked if you were okay and joking if he managed to give you a fucking concussion.
Despite you being a little angry, you were quick to forgive him since your head didn’t really hurt but it was gonna be a little tender for a while.
After a few days, you and Paul can’t help but cackle remembering the sound of the bong hitting your head with a loud bonk that echoed throughout the cave.
Marko
Marko tends to forget his immense strength due to being a vampire and he’s used to not holding back when it comes to his brothers.
Which resulted in you inevitably getting hurt some way or another, and it was all due to you play fighting with him in the middle of the cave.
In the beginning, Marko was doing well in playing fair and giving you a fighting chance at taking him down, however he can still be competitive.
Eventually, he had you pinned to the ground with you laying on your side while Marko had his arms around you and kept you from moving around to break free.
As you struggled, you remembered a move that Paul would do whenever he fought with Marko and it usually worked, so you decided to give it a try.
Quickly breaking your arm free, you managed to straighten your fingers and jab him right in the ribs.
Wrong move.
It was like something completely shifted within him when you jabbed him that his eyes flashed and a growl escaped him.
Before you could even think, the arms around you tightened their grip before you suddenly went flying, lifting into the air before landing on your back with Marko hissing in your face.
The wind was completely knocked out of you and you struggled to turn away in order to try and get your lungs to take in some air.
Hearing you struggle for breath, Marko was quick to snap out of his vampiric state and was shocked to find you unable to breathe and struggling to pull yourself from under him.
Scared at what he did, he slowly brought you into a sitting position and rubbed your back, trying to get your lungs working faster.
He was cursing at himself and apologizing insanely, hovering near you and trying to wipe away the tears that were flowing down your face.
After a while, you managed to get the air flowing into your lungs easier and felt a little better. It didn’t hurt terribly, but the shock from not being able to breathe and Marko’s sudden change upset you terribly.
You were upset with him and needed space from him for a while but eventually you forgave him after he explained that you trying to actually hurt him caused his vampiric instincts to come out and defend himself.
After that, Marko would hesitate to continue play fighting with you in fear that the same thing would happen again. No more wrestling for y'all.
Neurotypical writers giving advice:
Be realistic with your goals. Try to outline or write a little every day. Refill the well. Get yourself a cup of tea and write for 30 minutes until the tea is empty. Check in daily with your accountability buddies for the next three to six months.
ADHD writers giving advice:
Put on a movie that matches the tone of your novel to kickstart your dopamine and get into hyperfocus, then put a song on loop on noise-cancelling headphones, livestream your writing session so you feel watched and owe someone accountability, and write as much as you can for as long as you can. Don't forget to eat, sleep or drink.
Now go write that novel in 5 days.
