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I'm saying this again!!!!

I know it's a bit early then I had said but there has been a change of plans!

I will be deleting this account early!

My new account is @littlebitofwillow

I will be deactivating this account later this week!

@littlebitofwillow is my new account! I'd really appreciate it if you'd follow it, I'll be deleting this one around may/June and that will be my main/only account!

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On this year women's day, all we could think about are Palestinian women in Gaza.

Nearly 9,000 women have been killed in Israeli attacks in five months. Another 2,100 are missing and presumed dead, while 23,000 have been wounded and over half a million are displaced.

“Palestinian women, especially in the Gaza Strip, are exposed to the worst humanitarian catastrophe,” Ashraf al-Qudra, the health ministry’s spokesperson, said on Thursday.

Dozens of women and girls have also been detained and face harsh conditions in Israeli custody, including sexual abuse.

Women in Gaza also struggle to find menstruation products and access the necessary pregnancy and post-natal care. The consequences on reproductive health, including a rise in stress-induced miscarriages, stillbirths and premature births, have increased significantly.

Women in labour are undergoing caesarean procedures without anaesthetics, and a shortage of post-operative care such as medication, antibiotics and pain relief further exacerbates the situation.

According to the health ministry, 5,000 women give birth monthly in Gaza under “harsh, unsafe and unhealthy” conditions caused by Israeli bombing and displacement.

There are 60,000 pregnant women in Gaza suffering from “malnutrition, dehydration and lack of medical care.

There have also been repeated cases of Israeli soldiers mocking Palestinian women by posting videos and pictures of themselves rummaging through personal belongings in Gaza homes, making derogatory comments and posing with women’s underwear.

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this ramadan we pray for peace and aid for the people of palestine. this ramadan we remember the previous ramadans, where thousands of palestinians were massacred. this ramadan we honour palestine, and may we see a free palestine next ramadan

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Cuddling with Paul and Marko after a bad day at work would include~ 

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- I know the request is mentioning a poly relationship between the three of you but let me just preface this by saying that Paul and Marko are exactly the types of “people” to just randomly ambush someone with affection for zero reason at all; Paul especially. So don’t be surprised if this sort of scenario occurs; multiple times, long before the three of you actually get together. 

- But regardless, let’s get on with the headcanons~

- The caves always been a sort of escape for you so it’s no surprise that you’d wind up visiting there after a long and tireless day at work. When you’re tucked away in a place that no one from the outside world dares to enter, surrounded by things that shouldn’t yet do exist, it’s hard to fret over meaningless daily inconveniences. And yet, today you just can’t help it.

- You’re still feeling cruddy by the time you arrive and though you try your best to put on a smile and just pretend that everything’s alright, there’s more than a few cracks in your façade; cracks that both your boyfriends are quick to notice. 

- You take a seat next to Marko on one of the many couches that the boys have managed to shove down there and you almost immediately feel his eyes burning holes into the side of your head; regardless of how seamlessly you pecked him on the lips when you first sat down. Marko’s always been the more observant and focused of the two so it’s no surprise that he’d be the first to notice your change in demeanor. 

- He watches you for a while and just as you feel him tap your shoulder with the backs of his fingers; undoubtedly gearing up to ask you what’s wrong, Paul slams himself down in the seat beside you and starts an assault on the side of your face and neck; loving on you in a fashion more akin to an excited puppy than a scary vampire. 

- He greets you between kisses, whining about how long it’s been since he’s last seen you, and just as you’re about to get into a makeout session; one you’re looking forward to since it’ll mean no talking about your problems, he hums out the dreaded question and forces you to face the music. 

“Did you have a good day?”

- Now, you could lie to his face, and he’d probably easily and willingly believe you, …but all your chances of doing that are dashed when you take just a few moments too long to answer; long enough for him to pull away a bit and notice that you’re a little lost in thought. 

- With Marko, you can more or less give him a bullshit response and nine times out of ten, he’ll; at least momentarily, choose to ignore the fact that you’re lying to him; mainly because he doesn’t want to upset you even more by making you talk to him when you don’t want to. But Paul is someone who likes to harp on a subject until you give him a real answer: both because he doesn’t have the patience to wait for your gossip and because he wants to try and make you feel better as soon as he can. 

- So I recommend cutting your losses and telling them from the get go; or at least just saying  “work sucks” and alluding to the fact that it’s just everyday stupidity. Though if you do want to talk about it, your boyfriends are gossip hounds who will eat that shit up; all while plotting to murder the coworkers who annoy you. 

- I definitely think that Marko is less touchy than Paul so he’ll probably just throw an arm around your shoulders and let you lean against him while Paul goes all out and drapes himself across you like a blanket; purposefully ignoring your laughs and attempts to ask him what he’s doing. 

- Don’t be surprised if Paul’s face winds up on your boobs: he does it on purpose while also acting completely unfazed; because he decides at random when he’s doing something sexually or just because it’s comfortable. If you’re wearing a crop top or thin shirt, he’ll absentmindedly kiss between your ribs and play with the hem of your shirt/trace patterns on your sides while you; more often than not, play with his hair. 

- Marko messes with your shirt collar and shoulders while his arms around you, trailing a finger down whatever skin he can reach while he listens to you and Paul talk. He’ll also occasionally give you a mini scalp massage/head scritches. 

- Paul’s either gonna gossip with you; if you’re in the mood to talk, or he’s going to keep on telling you jokes and stories; probably with the occasional added in chuckle or comment from Marko, in an attempt to make you laugh and forget about your troubles.

- They’ll both make the occasional “you know, there’s something else I can think to do that’ll cheer you up ;)” but they’re only partially serious so it’s easy to just groan and shove at them. They stop; at least for a little while, and grab your hands so you can’t disengage from the cuddle pile.

- They’re both sort of at a loss when it comes to human emotions and they aren’t very good with tears but Paul is definitely a bit better with them; mainly because he’s occasionally tried to comfort Laddie in the past when the little boy got upset over something. He’s more of a “don’t cry, I’ll distract you” kind of person but he’ll occasionally pump out a genuinely reassuring sentence that’ll make you feel better; or a random comment that’ll take you by surprise and make you laugh. 

“Don’t cry! …Though you do look super badass and hot with all that smudged makeup.” Like sir??

- Paul will spend like ten minutes listing off different things that him and Marko can do for you in an attempt to make you feel better. Do you want a back massage? Do you want me to do your hair? Do you want some dope? Do you want us to go kill that guy? Do you want me to go down- 

- Occasionally; especially if you’re cuddling for long, Marko will get up and get all of you something to eat or drink or to entertain yourselves with. If you need anything at all, he’s the one that goes and gets it; mainly because he can leave your position easier than you and Paul can.

- But speaking of switching positions: Paul’s a menace and you shouldn’t be surprised if he decides he wants to snuggle with you a different way after seemingly just starting to settle down; especially when you yourself have just gotten comfortable.

- They might not be the most sensitive vampires in the gang but they do manage to make you feel better and you’re glad to have them on your side; regardless of how often they try to make a move on you. 

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Rant and photo source update under the cut

I just noticed that the friend of Arnas who has shared that latest photo of him has switched his account to private, thus the photo being gone from Arnas his tagged photos. This is the second time I see this happen with an account of someone who is close to Arnas, and it concerns me. I share photos here with the source because obviously I'm not a gatekeeper, but I am going to become one now unfortunately. I don't know why these accounts have gone private several days after posting here, because I don't keep track of the posts afterwards, but I am beginning to worry that maybe it causes fans to check out the page and to like/follow/try to interact or who knows what some people do. But I refuse to become the source for people with behaviour that possibly crosses a line and makes his friends and family hide their socials. Again, I don't know if that is the reason but let me just be clear that I never want someone to lock their profile because of fan behaviour.

In conclusion: don't be fucking weird.

Don't go follow and comment on pages that you would not be interested in if they didn't share photos of Arnas. Keep his private life private, don't interact with his friends and family if there is no reason to and keep that sort of behaviour the fuck away from me and my page too.

Thank you.

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The stigma of self-inserts is so harmful to the creative process. Relax. Admit it. Everything you make is derivative of yourself, always, no exceptions. You can turn the mirror into tinier and tinier shards or you can make it as big as you want to reflect as much as you want. At the end of the day it's always going to show you inside of it. Pretending otherwise is stupid.

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BESTIE could I get prompt 18 (if you’re still doing these prompts)

18. "You're legally obligated to keep holding me." with Marko and a casually clingy reader who most people assume they’re nonchalant and then Marko ALWAYS has them on him at some point?👀

Yes, of course! I hope you like this one, love!💜

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If you had asked on the boardwalk about me, people probably would have said that I was cold. Distant. Cool. As if nothing bothered me. I mean, most people that I would have interacted with would have said that I was kind enough, I'm sure. But besides that, no - I kind of perfected the whole "I don't get bothered by anything, I don't need anyone, everything is going to go my way anyways and if not it still is" vibe. I owned it. And yet, behind that nonchalance, deep down inside, I knew that I wanted something else. I wanted someone to give me a reason. Someone who made me care. Who saw me, knew me, and was willing to stand beside me.

Luckily, about six months ago, I think I met that someone. He was careless and had a hint of danger around him. He seemed to live on messing with people. He lived for the thrill of the chase - or at least, that's what it looked like. When we met, he had tried to pickpocket me, and I had - just to see if I could - tried the same thing. On him. So there we were, looking at each other, hands in each others pocket.

"Bit cosy for someone whose name I don't even know," I commented, causing him to grin.

"How about we keep those hands empty and hand each other some names, hm?"

"Sure," I grinned, introducing myself. He, in turn, did the same. Marko - that was his name, and in all honesty, it suited him.

In the days that followed, we kept running into each other, and soon after, we became a thing. There was no need for any specific names to define what we were. It was simple. Before, we were a separate 'Him' and 'Me', and now there simply was an 'us'.

When we got together, I slowly started to realise that I liked being close to him. When riding around on his bike, I always scooted a little bit closer than absolutely necessary. Just to be closer to him. When eating out, I noticed that at the end of the meal, my chair would basically be next to his, our arms touching with every move we'd make. I didn't know why. It just happened.

Now, whenever I was with him, I was close with him. Holding hands, him slipping his hand in my back pocket, or the other way around. Leaning into him whenever we were hanging with the boys, playing with his hair while watching a movie. I was always near him, always touching him - and thankfully, he didn't seem to mind one bit. On the contrary, he seemed to like it.

Tonight, it was just the two of us. I had gone out to rent some movies. Marko had told me that he had never seen the Texas Chainsaw Massacre or The Exorcist. So, I had rented them from Max' Videos, and made sure we could watch them together. I'd also bought some snacks, ranging from popcorn to crisps and chocolates, and he'd promised to bring takeout.

"What do you want to watch first?" I asked as Marko sat down on the couch, handing me a carton with noodles.

"Exorcist? I remember that people went crazy for that one."

I chuckled, putting it on and enjoying my meal. That was until Reagan began to throw up. I was mid bite when the green vomit covered the screen, landing on the poor priests face - and when I felt my own bile rise up in my throat. I groaned, running to the toilet, sighing as I realised that this scene never sat well with me - and wondering how I could have forgotten it.

"Babe?" Marko stood in the doorway, making sure I was okay.

"Sorry about that," I smiled, but I was certain it looked more like a grimace.

"Shit happens," he shrugged, "do you want to watch something else?"

I shook my head. "Besides this scene proving otherwise," I motioned around, "I do quite enjoy the movie."

"Good," he grinned, helping me up. He handed me my toothbrush before leaning in the doorway, waiting for me to be ready.

"Are you sure about the movie?" He asked once we were seated again. The movie was paused at another scene, the worst being over. I nodded, smiling at him.

"One condition, though."

"Yeah? Which is?"

"You are legally obligated to keep holding me."

"As comfort or as protection for potential demons?" He asked as he moved me closer to him, covering me with a blanket.

"How about both?" I looked up, smiling.

"I think I can deal with both," he grinned, holding me as he started the movie again.

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You're welcome 😊😊😊

Could you do 1. "Did I ever tell about my first ever murder?" "What murder, you're innocent as fuck!" With Marko x reader, the reader being a witch and the fic being a funny romance? If you need more detail you can message me! 💕💕

Absolutely! Thank you so much for requesting hon! I hope you'll like this!💜

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The smell of cinnamon lingered in the kitchen, slowly but surely mixing with the smell of salt - whether that was because of the open window or the spell, I wasn't sure - and incense. It wasn't a difficult spell, not at all. A rather standard cleansing I liked to do every once in a while, making sure that the consequences of certain practices wouldn't follow me. As I walked around my house, murmering the spells and spreading the salt on the windowsills and doorways, I felt the last hot rays of summersun touch my face. I smiled. With any luck, he'd be here soon.

Wiping my hands on my jeans, I walked into the kitchen. Marko always insisted that he didn't mind eating take-out whenever they ate human food, but I knew that it was just a matter of convenience. Sure, take-out was good, but it was not as good as my own cooking, surely. So, with a pan on the fire and some quick work on mixing the ingredients, I had a lasagna baking in the oven.

"Open the door!"

I looked up, surprised at what I was seeing. The sun hadn't yet set, and yet here he was already. He tried - and failed - to cover himself with a blanket, trying to protect himself from the final rays of sunlight and-

"Are you crazy? You could have been burnt to crisps!" I quickly pulled him inside, closing the curtains and grabbing some ice for his burnt hand.

"Evening, babe!" He just grinned, causing me to shake my head. "What's cooking?"

"Lasagna. That is, of course, if you promise not to burn yourself to death in the sun for me."

"I didn't mean to, I just- we need to talk alright?"

"About?" I put a glass and a bloodbag in front of him, grabbing a cup of tea for myself.

"Well, our leader still thinks that you are a liability."

"Ah, that." I shrugged. "I don't think being a vampire would be that bad. I've been thinking about it, you know."

"It's more than just us being together, you know that?"

"I know you and the boys are a date one, live with four kind of deal."

He chuckled. "You know what we have to do."

"Party all night? Sleep all day? What was it that David always said?" I knew what he meant. Of course I did. I just wasn't sure where this would go.

"Babe," he looked at me, his face turned serious. "You need to kill."

"Why do you look so worried?"

"Because I know you and I don't know if you can."

"What?"

"Kill."

"Of course I can kill." I stood up to get the lasagna out of the oven, making a plate for each of us. "You really don't have to worry about that."

"How do you know? It is harder than it looks, especially the first time and I don't want it to haunt you -"

"I never told you about my first murder, did I?" I said quietly.

"What murder?!" Marko dropped his fork. "You're innocent as fuck!"

I hummed. "I mean, I didn't mean to kill him."

"You actually killed someone?"

"Yeah." I looked at Marko, seeing his confused and yet slightly prideful look. "I did."

"What? How?"

"Now, it wasn't anything brutal, you know. Nothing like you guys do."

"But you did kill someone?"

"Yeah. I- we established that already, right? I killed someone, by accident."

"Hit and run?" He asked taking another bite.

"No."

"Then what?"

"You know how I always check, to make sure that the area is safe for you guys?"

Marko nodded, motioning for me to continue.

"Well, one night, the spell flared up, and I noticed that there was someone lurking around the cave. I knew he was trouble, and I was close by, so I thought I would check it out, you know?"

"It is sweet how much you care."

"It was mainly your pigeons that I was worried about," I grinned, sticking my tongue out before continuing. "I walked up to the man, who immediately tried to ask me everything I knew about not only the cave but also the kids seen coming out of the cave. He was bad news, alright. I noticed he had stakes with him, I could smell the garlic - he was out to kill you guys."

"So?"

"So I might have maybe put a little jinx on him?"

"What jinx?"

"Just some bad luck, you know. Being a little more clumsy than usual? Like, tripping. From the edge of a cliff?"

Marko looked at me, before chuckling. "You tripped a man to death?"

"I didn't mean to, but yeah. Yeah, I did."

"You must really like me."

I looked up, frowning. "What do you mean?"

"To kill, just so you can see me again?"

"You'd do the same thing," I grinned. "Maybe together we can be an undead Bonnie and Clyde."

"Now that'd be something," Marko took my hand, pulling me towards him. "But, seeing as killing is no longer something I have to worry about -" he kissed me softly - "do you think you'd want to become like me?"

I smiled, kissing back, looking him in the eyes. "Yeah."

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Some relevant movies and tv shows that should be boycotted:

Stranger Things: Noah Schnapp claimed zionism is sexy and Hamas is ISIS and liked videos on twitter mocking Palestinian people; actor Brett Gelman and producer Shawn Levy are zionists and both support Schnapp

The Last Of Us: israeli politics in The Last Of Us Part 2; Neil Druckmann openly supports israel

Percy Jackson & the Olympians: Rick Riordan, the author of the books has made zionist comments neutral to Israel and the genocide

The Umbrella Academy: Aidan Gallagher openly supported Israel on instagram with a post "I stand with Israel", post is now deleted

Deadpool 3: Shawn Levy, the director of the movie is a zionist

Dune 2: Timothee Chalamet made a joke on SNL about the genocide in Palestine

Any Disney movies and shows including Inside Out 2, PJO, The Eras Tour movie, Moana 2, Marvel content: Disney is funding Israel, it has been announced that a new Israeli superhero will be joining the MCU

If you support Palestine, boycott zionist companies and stop funding them. Besides, there are many ways to watch the newest movies without paying a cent.

Please feel free to add more movies and shows with source links! 🍉

In addition, here are some other useful links:

Palestine Google docs masterlist

Poems for Palestine Chapbook Launch

Donation links

Click the button once a day to donate

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Two's Company - What The Hell Is Six?

Poly!Lost Boys x GN Reader x Michael

Series Masterlist

Summary: Reader is dating Michael Emerson and they're fed up with his uncharacteristic behavior towards his family and them since moving to Santa Carla. They decided to finally confront Michael on the boardwalk with an audience of 4 in attendance.

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: angst, heated argument (?) more so the reader just yelling, maybe a little gaslighting if you look hard, cursing

Hi! This is my first fic so any notes or critiques on how I can improve my writing or any notes at all are greatly appreciated. Hope you enjoy! This may or may not turn into a multi-part fic. I have a bigger idea for it but we'll see if i have it in me to do it lol. Also, let me know if I missed any warnings and i'll be sure to add them.

Dividers: @saradika & @firefly-graphics

Michael Fucking Emerson...

The man I love more than anything has become someone I don't even want to know.

After moving to Santa Carla from Phoenix he changed so drastically I still can't seem to wrap my head around it. We've been together for a few years now and I became so close to his mom and brother that it felt natural to accept when he offered for me to come with them and stay for the summer once the time came for the move.

After his first few nights on the boardwalk is when I noticed the shift. He went off on his own as I was hanging with Sam or Lucy and wouldn't come home till the very early hours of the morning. He was rude and snippy to the questioning from his mom. Harsh and mean to Sam, more so than the typical sibling bickering and teasing that they engaged in. He'd keep his distance from me, like he could barely stand to be around me at all and completely blow me off any time I tried to talk or spend time together. It's only gotten worse and I'm at my wits end with it.

After having a tearful heart to heart with Lucy about his 180 in behavior I decided to take matters into my own hands whether he likes it or not.

I start my journey to the place that I've begun to despise, associating it with the 'new Michael'.

Finally, I spot my elusive brunette exactly where I thought he'd be, on the boardwalk but to my surprise he's also surrounded by a group of intimidating looking bikers. Two rowdy blondes, one with an impressively long curly haired mullet and an eye catching custom patchwork jacket adorned his somewhat smaller, muscular stature. The other untamed boy, with wild hair to match and a dark fishnet top that leaves almost nothing to the imagination, is nearly bouncing around the others with glee at whatever they're discussing. Next I notice a tall, dark, and handsome brunette to their right who takes the cake at revealing outfits with the lack of shirt and wide open leather jacket. With the slightest of smiles he's leaning against presumably his own motorcycle observing the rest of his group and the crowd at large. Lastly, to the right of the brunette and the left of Michael, there's a bleach blonde mullet you couldn't miss for miles a top the most intimidating looking one, wearing a too-stuffy seeming trench coat for this Santa Carla summer heat.

In a normal circumstance I would have slight hesitation to approach the group alone so boldly, as I find myself doing now, but I couldn't care less who's around. At this moment the only person to be feared on the boardwalk is me. I'm on mission for some answers and god help the poor soul who fucks with me right now.

As I take my final few strides towards my boyfriend they all notice me. The four unknown boys go quiet as they take me in curiously, a determined walk, pissed off expression, heavy breathing, and clenched fists.

"Michael fucking Emerson!" I erupted, jabbing my finger in his chest, coming face to face with the wide eyed boy.

"Hey baby-" He tried cautiously.

"Oh good you actually do remember you have a partner"

"Look I know you're upset and rightfully so but-"

I hold my hand up to silence whatever bullshit was about to spill from his mouth. "No no no, I'm still talking and you're listening." He nods his head slowly, afraid to set me off even more, if that's possible. I hear rather than see snickers to my right from the others.

"I don't know what's been going on with you and why you've been treating everyone in your life like shit but I'm sick and tired of it and I want answers. Now." The words spill heatedly from my lips as my anger intensifies from the inevitable release pent up over the past few weeks. Michaels mouth opens whether in shock or to interject, I don't know but I cut him off before I can find out.

"It's one thing the way you've been treating me - and trust me we'll get to that" I accentuate with a pointed finger in the air and back down after. "but it's a whole other thing with Lucy and Sam. You barely talk to or see Sam anymore and he's devastated, you're his best friend and he misses you. Your mother does absolutely everything she can for you and Sam. She upended her entire life in Phoenix to give you both a fresh start - since the move you've done nothing but push her away every time she tries to talk. That woman is the sweetest person on this planet and I'll be damned if you think I'm going to let you walk all over her anymore." Huffing at the end of my tirade.

If Michael's eyes got any wider they would've popped out of his head. Maybe the middle of the boardwalk wasn't the best place to do this but I couldn't contain it anymore. The nice approach hasn't worked and he needed a good telling off.

"You're right, everything you're saying is right but maybe we could do this more privately" Michael offered while trying to gently grab my upper arm to pull me somewhere else. With a worried look in his eyes he glanced at the boys then back at me pleadingly.

"Oh I'm sorry, am I embarrassing you in front of your new friends? Who I've never met or heard anything about by the way." I argued back while also taking the time to look them over, up close now.

They all seem to be enjoying themselves watching Michael's berating. Smirks and giggles passing amongst the group as they share knowing glances between them and at me, like they're having a secret conversation only the leather clad bikers can understand.

Piercing blue eyes land on me as bleach-boy flirted "You're a fiery little thing aren't you? I can't believe it's taking this long for us to meet, Michael, how come you didn't introduce us sooner?" He jabbed, finally tearing his eyes away from mine towards the conflicted brunette in front of me.

"You know why David." Michael states matter of factly. His grip on my arm tightening ever so slightly, voice husky with something primal I've never heard from him before.

"Can't imagine why you'd want to hide a babe like this away, it just doesn't seem fair." The tallest blonde beamed at me starry eyed and grinning cheerfully. He moved closer to reach out and stroke my hair quicker than I could register, taking in a small almost imperceptible inhale from me if I wasn't paying close attention. Releasing a contented sigh before I was pulled back towards Michael.

"Don't touch them, don't even think about it." he sneered.

"Come on Mike, we aren't going to hurt 'em. Right Paul?"

"Right on Marko." Paul jested as Marko playfully elbowed him.

What the fuck is happening and who the hell are these guys? Jumping into the one-sided argument between me and my boyfriend to start flirting? Are they his friends? Last time I checked friends don't hit on their friends' significant others, especially right in front of them so shamelessly.

"You never mentioned you were dating someone." The other brunette tacked on to the conversation speaking for the first time. Giving me a once over with those alluring brown eyes, hungrily.

I stared daggers back at the boy holding me in a tight grip, ripping my arm away to mock "Wow, why am I not surprised." I desperately try to steal my emotions to keep the hurt and betrayal from coming to the forefront.

"You don't understand and I don't even know how to explain but you have to believe me it's for your own good." Michael again pleads for my compassion. It's too late for that.

"Of course I don't understand you don't tell me anything anymore! You blow me off, ignore me, and I assume these four are the reason for your revamp in personality." I fumed, gesturing to the group. Chuckles are heard again, at the end of my outburst.

"Are you cheating?" I suddenly asked

"What no-" Michael sputtered in surprise.

"Did you meet someone else?"

"No of course no-"

"Did you do something that could hurt Sam, Lucy, or I?"

"NO babe-"

"Then I don't see what could be so bad that you feel the need to push us all away and act like this. The only reason I'm still standing here putting up with this is because I deserve an explanation and I promised Lucy I'd get answers out of you. So start talking." I sassed.

With a defeated sigh he raised his hands in surrender "Okay Okay, walk with me to the beach and i'll explain everything to you, alone." Emphasizing his final word with a sneer towards David. David only found that amusing as he quirked an eyebrow and took out the cigarette resting behind his ear placing it between his lips and lighting it. He inhaled and blew out a cloud of smoke stating "You sure about that Michael? You're already on edge, we wouldn't want you to lose control and hurt our doll now would we?"

Our? I barely had time to register or retort back at the presumptuous claim before Michael grabbed my hand and stormed off to the beach, steam basically pouring out of his ears.

To be continued...

I feel alright about this so far. Again it's my first ever fic post so you know...it is what it is. :)

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This is so good 😭 thank you so much ❤️❤️ you just might've kicked off my obsession with Marko again 💕

Could you do 1. "Did I ever tell about my first ever murder?" "What murder, you're innocent as fuck!" With Marko x reader, the reader being a witch and the fic being a funny romance? If you need more detail you can message me! 💕💕

Absolutely! Thank you so much for requesting hon! I hope you'll like this!💜

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The smell of cinnamon lingered in the kitchen, slowly but surely mixing with the smell of salt - whether that was because of the open window or the spell, I wasn't sure - and incense. It wasn't a difficult spell, not at all. A rather standard cleansing I liked to do every once in a while, making sure that the consequences of certain practices wouldn't follow me. As I walked around my house, murmering the spells and spreading the salt on the windowsills and doorways, I felt the last hot rays of summersun touch my face. I smiled. With any luck, he'd be here soon.

Wiping my hands on my jeans, I walked into the kitchen. Marko always insisted that he didn't mind eating take-out whenever they ate human food, but I knew that it was just a matter of convenience. Sure, take-out was good, but it was not as good as my own cooking, surely. So, with a pan on the fire and some quick work on mixing the ingredients, I had a lasagna baking in the oven.

"Open the door!"

I looked up, surprised at what I was seeing. The sun hadn't yet set, and yet here he was already. He tried - and failed - to cover himself with a blanket, trying to protect himself from the final rays of sunlight and-

"Are you crazy? You could have been burnt to crisps!" I quickly pulled him inside, closing the curtains and grabbing some ice for his burnt hand.

"Evening, babe!" He just grinned, causing me to shake my head. "What's cooking?"

"Lasagna. That is, of course, if you promise not to burn yourself to death in the sun for me."

"I didn't mean to, I just- we need to talk alright?"

"About?" I put a glass and a bloodbag in front of him, grabbing a cup of tea for myself.

"Well, our leader still thinks that you are a liability."

"Ah, that." I shrugged. "I don't think being a vampire would be that bad. I've been thinking about it, you know."

"It's more than just us being together, you know that?"

"I know you and the boys are a date one, live with four kind of deal."

He chuckled. "You know what we have to do."

"Party all night? Sleep all day? What was it that David always said?" I knew what he meant. Of course I did. I just wasn't sure where this would go.

"Babe," he looked at me, his face turned serious. "You need to kill."

"Why do you look so worried?"

"Because I know you and I don't know if you can."

"What?"

"Kill."

"Of course I can kill." I stood up to get the lasagna out of the oven, making a plate for each of us. "You really don't have to worry about that."

"How do you know? It is harder than it looks, especially the first time and I don't want it to haunt you -"

"I never told you about my first murder, did I?" I said quietly.

"What murder?!" Marko dropped his fork. "You're innocent as fuck!"

I hummed. "I mean, I didn't mean to kill him."

"You actually killed someone?"

"Yeah." I looked at Marko, seeing his confused and yet slightly prideful look. "I did."

"What? How?"

"Now, it wasn't anything brutal, you know. Nothing like you guys do."

"But you did kill someone?"

"Yeah. I- we established that already, right? I killed someone, by accident."

"Hit and run?" He asked taking another bite.

"No."

"Then what?"

"You know how I always check, to make sure that the area is safe for you guys?"

Marko nodded, motioning for me to continue.

"Well, one night, the spell flared up, and I noticed that there was someone lurking around the cave. I knew he was trouble, and I was close by, so I thought I would check it out, you know?"

"It is sweet how much you care."

"It was mainly your pigeons that I was worried about," I grinned, sticking my tongue out before continuing. "I walked up to the man, who immediately tried to ask me everything I knew about not only the cave but also the kids seen coming out of the cave. He was bad news, alright. I noticed he had stakes with him, I could smell the garlic - he was out to kill you guys."

"So?"

"So I might have maybe put a little jinx on him?"

"What jinx?"

"Just some bad luck, you know. Being a little more clumsy than usual? Like, tripping. From the edge of a cliff?"

Marko looked at me, before chuckling. "You tripped a man to death?"

"I didn't mean to, but yeah. Yeah, I did."

"You must really like me."

I looked up, frowning. "What do you mean?"

"To kill, just so you can see me again?"

"You'd do the same thing," I grinned. "Maybe together we can be an undead Bonnie and Clyde."

"Now that'd be something," Marko took my hand, pulling me towards him. "But, seeing as killing is no longer something I have to worry about -" he kissed me softly - "do you think you'd want to become like me?"

I smiled, kissing back, looking him in the eyes. "Yeah."

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I find another song that reminds me of RockCandy💖⚡️

I hope you guys like this!

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THIS SONG Reminds me of Darla 💖 and her crush on Paul!

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More about Darla 💖

She is a wonderful singer but she doesn’t thinks she sings great.

She is 20 years old but she sometimes acts like a child when she gets excited about things a bit more than others.

Her power of seeing people’s love lets her fantasize into the love that she sees.

She originally lived in Florida but moved to SantaCarla when she finished culinary school to start her own bakery.

She does not understand flirting like AT ALL! Like if you flirt with her she would say something logical or something like “what’s a sweet thing like you doing in a place like this?” And she would say “oh I work here” and then the person would try to explain to her and she still wouldn’t get it!

She has a MAJOR Crush on Paul and thinks he’s cute but when he tries to flirt with her she doesn’t get the hint which leads to Paul getting flustered and flabbergasted by it and the others laughing at this!



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More about Darla 💖

She is a wonderful singer but she doesn’t thinks she sings great.

She is 20 years old but she sometimes acts like a child like she gets excited about things a bit more than others.

Her power of seeing people’s love lets her fantasize into the love that she sees.

She originally lived in Florida but moved to SantaCarla when she finished culinary school to start her own bakery.

She does not understand flirting like AT ALL! Like if you flirt with her she would say something logical or something like “what’s a sweet thing like you doing in a place like this?” And she would say “oh I work here” and then the person would try to explain to her and she still wouldn’t get it!

She has a MAJOR Crush on Paul and thinks he’s cute but when he tries to flirt with her she doesn’t get the hint which leads to Paul getting flustered and flabbergasted by it and the others laughing at this!