Marcelo Andrea Paulo Ventura

I'm Marcelo, I'm proudly Mexican and Italian, and I'm probably better than you at everything. 18 and a senior at MVB. Please, hold the flash photography.

[evie-wasntdisney]

Pulling out her her phone she dials a number.  “Yeah Jason….I wanna dispose of Marcelo…..Why the fuck not?!…..so rude.” Hanging up she glares at him. “I hate you.”

[dfmarcelo-blog]

He fake glares right back at her, “I hate you more, bitch.”

[rikkiearle]

“Do something about it, then.” Rikki challenged him, curious to see if he would actually act on whatever urges he was having. There were not enough words to describe how he made her feel, how much she missed being this close to him. Not even just in a physical sense. Being free from all secrets, knowing that he knew everything made her feel happier, free. “Shh,” she hushed him, shaking her head softly. “Less talking, more kissing.” She couldn’t help but smile against his lips.

[dfmarcelo-blog]

“Really now?” he cocked an eyebrow, before grabbing her and throwing her onto the bed, kissing her again. Pulling away to catch a breath, he smirked down at her. “Is that good enough, Rachelle?” he teased, not really letting her finish before his lips were on hers, moving his in a quicker pace than before. Grabbing her hand, he slowly intertwines their fingers, loving the feeling of being on top. He didn’t mind letting her dominate, but he sure as hell didn’t mind dominating himself.

[rikkiearle]

Rikki watched him check their son out, not being able to stop smiling. She never would have thought she’d be attracted to guys with kids, maybe it was the fact that they had a child together that made his fathering so attractive to her. Her eyes never left him as he walked back over towards her, letting her arms wrap around his shoulders. She smiled against his lips before pulling away, nudging her nose against his. “I thought you liked being teased,” she mumbled, letting one hand slip from his shoulder down his abdomen. It took all of her will power to take things slowly, to stop herself from throwing him on her bed and ravishing him. It amazed her, though, the strength she found she had.

[dfmarcelo-blog]

Oh god, why was she doing this? Did she want to physically and emotionally torture him? He loved it, but it drove him crazy at the same time. It was a feeling he could never really get used to, the side of him she bought out. “I do, but you’re just straight up torturing me now.” all he wanted to do was throw her onto the bed and attack her with love, but he decided to take it slowly too, kissing her softly as his hand wrapped around her waist securely, bringing her closer to him. “I’ve missed this.” he admitted sheepishly, his nose running against hers.

[evie-wasntdisney]

“Don’t test me Marco. I will make one phone call.”

[dfmarcelo-blog]

Blah blah blah.

[dfmarcelo-blog]

rikkiearle:

“Right. Besides, you’re not allowed to die.” She agreed, shaking her head. “At least not before me and I don’t intend on dying any time soon, so you’ll be around for a while.” Rikki stayed close to him as they walked, grabbing his forearm with her free hand just to touch him more. His hand felt good wrapped around her’s, it felt right. Like her hand had found it’s home. As they approached her door, she pulled the key out from her pocket and slipped it into the lock. “Be quiet, in case he’s still asleep.” She stated softly, not wanting Grayson to be able to hear her.

All Marcelo did was chuckle at her words, shaking his head. Oh Rikki, stop being so sexily discreet. He loved the feeling of her, even if it was a simple touch to his arm, it just felt right. As soon as they got to her room, he let go of her, not because he wanted to, but because he really wanted to make sure his son was alright. Looking down at him, he slowly touched touched his chest, feeling relief flood through him when he felt it rising up and down at heard his little heartbeat. It still shocked him so much, knowing that they created that. That was all them. “Okay, he’s okay... I’m calm now.” he stated. Turning back to her, he gives her a smirk and walks closer to her, “So... where were we again?” he pauses, “Oh yeah... you being a fucking tease, as usual.” he doesn’t really wait for an answer this time, he just kisses her sweetly.

[rikkiearle]

Something in the way he reacted was starting to get Rikki a bit excited, how he was showing his concern, it made her want him even more but she did her best to control her urges. She licked her lips, gently placing her hand on his chest. She could actually feel his heart beating fast. “Then, I guess we should go back to my room before something happens. We don’t need you dying on us.” She spoke in a low voice, eyes flicking up to find his. Slowly, Rikki stood up, letting her hand slip from his chest but she kept it out, offering to help him stand up.

[dfmarcelo-blog]

Marcelo knew that face, he knew it all too well. It just bought a smirk to his lips, because he’d be sure to bring it up later. Grabbing her hand, he mainly did this to feel her in some type of way and to show her he appreciated her help. He was stronger than her and could bring her down with him in seconds. He knew that, and he was sure she did too, but playing along with her was nice. “Well... we don’t want me to die, right?” he teased, intertwining their fingers before beginning to walk back to her room.

[rikkiearle]

“I would do anything for you.” She replied, knowing full and well that was the truth. There wasn’t a thing she wouldn’t do for him, or at least that’s what she believe. As much as she wanted to believe him, there was still a part of her that believed he’d end up changing his mind before they ever actually made anything legal but there was no way Rikki was going to voice her concerns now. “I’ll be living in a house with two boys, you gotta set a good example for Grayson and always put the toilet seat down so I don’t end up falling in.” Her tone was more joking even though she was serious about the matter. “Speaking of Grayson, I kind of left him alone back in my room. But he was asleep and he normally sleeps for a few hours when he’s put to bed at night so I’m sure he’s fine right now but I should probably go back to him soon so nothing happens. Or… I could bring him back here.” She suggested, trying to reassure Marcelo that she knew their son was okay being alone. “Or we both could just… go back to my room, Cora’s been out. I don’t think she’ll be coming back any time soon. It’d be nice to have some actual alone time with you and the boy.”

[dfmarcelo-blog]

“Well... I’m glad to know the feeling is reciprocated.” he smiled. He would do anything for her too, in a heartbeat. She wasn’t just a girl he’s dated and is still going strong with, he was the mother of his child. His literal baby momma, how could he not do anything for her? He began laughing at her statement, but it soon died down at the mention of her leaving Grayson alone. Immediately, his father instincts kicked in and the worry set it. He wasn’t high, so it made matters even worse. However, everything was so nice and beautiful right now, he didn’t wanna ruin it by being hot headed, so instead, he shook his head, “You can’t do that to me... Rikki, feel my heartbeat.” he grabbed her hand and set it across his chest so she could feel how fast it was going. “We need to get over there right fucking know before I go full on SpongeGar mode and get a fucking heart attack.” it was partially a joke, but he really was worried as fuck. What if Grayson woke up and fell out of his crib? What if he died? What if a meteor hit the side of Rikki’s room and he was crushed underneath it, crying for help? It was an irrational fear, but his protective parent side got the better of him.

[rikkiearle]

It felt good being this close to Marcelo again, feeling absolutely comfortable around him instead of feeling like she needed to walk on eggshells so she didn’t say the wrong thing to make him mad… though she never really was careful to begin with, she always ended up saying something he disliked or that upset him. She pulled away from him for a moment, though she did remain close, to shake her head. “I’m not my parents, I could never hate you. Unless, y’know, you decided to fuck somebody else. Then I’d have to use all my strength to stop myself from castrating you with my bare hands. But I’ve never hated you.” She explained, trying to keep things light so she didn’t ruin the vibes. “Are you sure you wanna do this, though? I mean, we’re only eighteen and it’s kind of a cliche to marry your high school sweetheart right after school ends.” Even though school wasn’t really even ending for her, she had to carry on with a second senior year since a lot of her credits didn’t transfer over when she stopped doing homeschooling. “And I don’t want people to think of you differently for getting married so young. All the girls you could have had but can’t because of me.” Though she spoke with concern, her expression portrayed otherwise. She was just too happy not to show it. 

[dfmarcelo-blog]

He couldn’t help but smile back at her, both of their smiles basically radiating the entire room. He was really happy, but a part of him was scared as fuck. What if he fucked this up? What if she ran away again? What if their parents got in the way? Even though they were legal of age, he didn’t doubt it for a second, knowing how parents could be. His parents didn’t really have any problem with Rikki, but he knew they’d be on his ass about getting married so young. Still, it was his decision and he knew he wanted to do it, with all negative feelings put aside, he does love her. “Ouch, that just hurt my balls, not gonna lie,” he joked, “All jokes set aside though, I do wanna do this. It’s just scary as fuck, thinking about it all, but I’m sure of this. I just wanna make sure you are too. I don’t wanna be castrated two months into our marriage because I forgot to put the toilet seat down, ya know?” it was his sense of humor, but in a way, it was true. They had very different personalities. “It’s clique as fuck but... I love you and you love me and that’s all that really matters, right? Toilet seat or no toilet seat.”

[itsalexkingsley-blog]

“Well, I think the main reason I’m not taking you up on the offer is because it’s illegal,” Ezra chuckled. “And I’m pretty sure fifteen is like over a hundred in dog years, but I never really worked it out before,” 

[dfmarcelo-blog]

Marcelo rolled his eyes, “And you’re boring again. Bye kid... but nice shirt, on the real. I wasn’t joking about that shit.”

[rikkiearle]

“Oh god, no.” Rikki shook her head, laughing. “It’s white, strapless mermaid cut, with a rose gold sparkly belt.” There was a lot about her wedding day that she had planned, most of it happening when she and Marcelo were together. She was a teenager in love, didn’t believe there were other options for her. He was the one. Even if she saw it coming, she couldn’t stop herself from panicking. “Oh god,” she gasped, bringing her hands up to her mouth. It felt like her smile was permanently tattooed on her face, looking down at him. She began shaking her head as she dropped her hands, quickly dropping down to her knees. Instantly, her hands went to cup the sides of his face. She leaned forward, pressing her lips against his very briefly then moved her arms to drape over his shoulders. “You’re such a–a, fuck.” She struggled to find the words she actually wanted to use. “If you really wanna do this,” She replied before pulling away from him but keeping her fingers laced behind his neck. “No fucking around, alright. All seriousness.”

[dfmarcelo-blog]

He was confused for a moment when he saw the look on her face. Oh shit, did I speak too fast? Maybe I should have waited and– then, just like that, she was kneeling down with him and kissing him. His eyes widened, but in a split second, he was wrapping his arms around her and kissing her back. “That’s... a very accurate description of me,” he laughed, pulling a strand of her hair out of her face, “I do wanna do this, and especially with you. You know I love you, I just... I thought you hated me.” he said honestly, not really being able to find the right words. He didn’t want to ruin the moment and he certainly hoped he didn’t now, but it was something that’s been on his mind since they came back from Mexico. Now that he’s sure that’s not the case, he kissed her again, missing the feeling she always gave him. It was a nice, warm sensation at the pit of his stomach. God, he hated her. Or better yet, he hated how he actually really didn’t.

[evie-wasntdisney]

“I could make you disappear, you could never be found.”

[dfmarcelo-blog]

You could... but you so wouldn’t, let’s be real here.

[mentedeagua]

[carolsturkas]

[rikkiearle]

Rikki tried her best to keep her cool, not wanting to jump the gun and scare him off. “Well, yeah.” She shrugged her shoulder, licking her lips as she looked down to the ground. She didn’t want to automatically assume he was asking her if she wanted to marry him but she didn’t want to show him any sort of doubt or self-consciousness that he wouldn’t want to marry her. She really just wanted to keep things casual, let him take direction with the conversation since whatever was decided would be affecting his life more than hers; whether or not he would become a US citizen or be forced to go back to Mexico. “I mean, it’s every girls dream to get married. You should see the plans I came up with when I was eight. I had a pretty vast imagination, I don’t think I’ll want a pink and gold dress anymore… I wouldn’t even be able to afford anything luxurious, really. But that doesn’t really matter, aesthetics aren’t what’s really important.”

[dfmarcelo-blog]

He laughed, “Oh god, you always do this shit...” either way, he couldn’t help but smile, coming up closer to her. Looking around, he shrugs, “Is the dress purple and gold now or nah?” his joking nature was back, mainly because he didn’t know how to handle this situation. He was scared as fuck of losing her and Grayson, it was a difficult situation, but he had to keep up a strong facade. He was the guy after all, it was how he was raised. “This is the least romantic thing any guy is ever gonna do for you, I promise...” he went into his drawer and pulled out the only ring he had, one with a yellow gemstone and pure silver he had gotten in Mexico a while back. “This ring is probably too big for you, but until I can get you a new one...” he got on one knee, looking up at her, “Will you marry me, Rachelle Earle?”

[evie-wasntdisney]

“Fuck you you ego bastard.”

[dfmarcelo-blog]

Bitch, you love me.

[lolavia]

Mhmkay, sure. What have you got?

[dfmarcelo-blog]

Depends what you’re in the mood for; uppers or downers?

[itsalexkingsley-blog]

“I guess it is,” Ezra chuckled, not phased by the work ‘geek’ as that was exactly what he used to describe himself. “Dude, I’m fifteen,” He laughed shaking his head. “Thanks for offering but no thanks, my Sister would literally murder me.”

[dfmarcelo-blog]

He shrugged, “Well, it’s nice to know you don’t do shit because of your sister. Age is just a number kid, how much is that in dog years?”