Hell On Earth

Marco Rinaldi, 22, North Chancellor Hq

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@marinavararp​​

Marco was walking to the vending machines to get a couple of sodas when he heard crying coming from  inside of one of the rooms. Normally it wasn’t his place to care and normally he wouldn’t but today for some reason he had. Opening up the door he stuck his head in. “The crying has got to stop.” He uttered out.” He spoke as he looked at Marina. “Before you give us all a head ache do me a favor and give me a name so I can knock the idiot out.”

[fckmarcorinaldi]

@milo-monroe​​

Marco was focusing on the task at hand. Boxing. Feeling his fists beat into punching bag with a repetitiveness over and over again. “Look mate I truly can’t bare to give two shits about your baby mom.” He grunted out as he tried to maintain focus on the task at hand. Had he speculated who his frenemies past lied in wake with, of course. “I would have thought it was Athena, the whole preachers daughter vibe suits it all, but it seems that you got fucked up and got to the one and only, doe eyed Fable Evermore before anyone else, especially that one love sick fool Theodore Lopez.” Chuckling Marc stop hitting the bag in front of him and looked at Milo. “To know things you have to observe. I surly observed when I saw the contact name Baby Dad’s Annoying Band Mate in her phone.” He smirked crossing his arms a sinister glint in his eyes. “So what are you willing to do to make sure I keep this silent and that she doesn’t get hurt? Or do you not care at all?”

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TRUTH SERUM TIME ! 

SEND  ‘ TRUTH ‘  +  A  QUESTION  AND  MY  MUSE  HAS  TO  ANSWER.  NO  LYING  ALLOWED.

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❛  I  don’t  care  if  they  don’t  like  me.  ❜

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chaseclearwtr​:​

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Chase had dressed up for the dance, actually excited to have somewhat of an actual outing with Marco. As he walked past his roommate, he smiled the second he was pulled leaning in before they were interrupted. “You were about to tell me something about our professor,” he smirked, before pulling Marco further away from the crowd, finding a nice secluded spot. “Now, where were we,” he mused pulling Marco close as their lips finally met. “I could really get used to doing that, and I’m willing to wait for when we’ll be able to do this out in the open.” It was tiring to be hiding out like this, not really afraid to show Marco how much he truly cared about him. “Y’know if they play a slow song, I’m definitely going to dance with you, might not be in front of everyone, but I can find us a nice spot close enough to hear the music, but away from all eyes, if you’d like.”

Marco couldn’t help the way his eyes had seemed to rake all over Chase that night. The way he actually dress up he had knew it was for him and it caused his heart to ache a bit. He knew in the end Chase and him were both going to get hurt because of the way he was. Closed off. Sheltered. Looking at the golden haired guy he chuckled at his quick cover up and shook his head as he was pulled further away from the crowd. “Covering all the bases and rather quick. That mind of yours tends to work wonders.” He commented as he leaned in meeting the other guys lips. Bringing his hand up he caressed Chase’s jawline. “I know, and I know you are only patient because of me. I am working on it.” He muttered out as he pressed his forehead to the others. “You know, let them see, most of them will be too drunk to remember it happened anyways.” He whispered pulling Chase in and kissing him once more. 

[fckmarcorinaldi]

Closed Starter @chaseclearwtr​

Marco spend most of his night watching Chase from afar. He knew they were here together but it seemed a little to crowded for his liking. Finally Chase seem to be walking his way and he got to have some time with him. Pulling him in close before he could pass by without noticing he felt the arms go to wound around his neck as he began to lean in. It wasn’t a moment later that someone began trying to speak to them that he yanked away and sighed. “What are we doing?” He whispered to the blonde as he knew well that it was him that pursued the action of kissing the other guy. 

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graysiin​:

      when he had gotten a      text message from      marco,       asking if he      could meet him,      he wasn’t sure but      then again,        they had been        friends for a        while now     &.      he simply wasn’t sure        when things changed     so abruptly.      walking over to the other      side of the booths,      he sees the homme      sitting on the bench,     making his way up to marco,     he leans on a tree,      arms crossed against his      chest. ❝      you     wanted    to     talk ?   ❞ @fckmarcorinaldi​

Marco sighed. “I don’t get it. I kissed you. I was fucked up and didn’t want to feel shit.” He remarked looked at Grayson. “But you were my best mate man and you left me there in my state because I wanted to fuck you when I was too high to function and you were in not much of a better state. It wouldn’t have happened.” He ranted as he shook his head. “Who the fuck do you think I am Charming? I know better then to take advantage of my own clouded judgements. I think I love him mate.. Fucking you wasn’t even something I was thinking of doing. It was him, but I can’t love him.” Continuing his rant Marc leaned over and punched Grayson’s arm.” N-not when I can’t love myself right. You didn’t have to leave me, but then again who stays for someone off his shit that just needed a night of assurance. Not his best mate.” 

[fckmarcorinaldi]

In your head, in your head, they are crying. 

What’s in your head, in your head? 

Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie

What’s in your head, in your head? 

Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie

What was wrong with his trauma clouded mind? What was written between those four walls he once upon a long time ago called his home that he dared not to utter. What they all mustn’t know was how he innerly screamed to get out, or how he remain mute the two years after. What they mustn’t know was what troubled his mind when he slept at night, or what appeared in his dreams and how such the cold to the touch, blamed to have broken his own heart, Marco was once a caring gentle soul.

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chaseclearwtr​:

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Falling for a boy who pushed the world away was probably not the best choice considering his new standing at this college, but then again Chase was never really one to follow the rules. There were things about Marco that he didn’t know, but he’d wait for him to open up about so they could finally see a light at the end of this tunnel. “Question you? it’s going to happen every single time.” he smirked watching as Marco took the front of his shirt, smirking as he found all the little actions that showed the duality of this man. tough exterior, very soft insides. Chase could tell Marco was touch starved to a point, and he wanted nothing more than to ensure that their foolish love story wouldn’t crash and burn. Did he actually care for once? Guess Chase Clearwater was finally ready to settle down and just be someone else’s number one. “I’m studying to be a marine biologist, i know plenty about selfless actions babe,” he snickered. “Not really much to sneak around from really, just doing this for you,” he admitted. Chase never really cared if anybody saw him with Marco, sure there was a divide between the student body, but this wasn’t a teen 90′s movie, they weren’t the outsiders either, there were no socs or greasers here. “With the way we do things behind closed doors, we’re not saints at all, but I wouldn’t say we’re outright bad either, a little grey area maybe,” Chase shrugged not really into the whole code of morality or whatever it was that was instilled into Marco. “The universe is kind of a jackass, but I think it’s not so bad at the moment. Could be worse around here, I could’ve not met you.” Chase said finally showing Marco a little smile. “No, you just complain every other chance you get though,” he teased smiling at the fact that Marco did always have a comment about everything. It was one of the first things he noticed, how well the boy could spit venom, but it was those rare moment when words faltered and what came out was nothing but soft and genuine, that was when Chase saw the guy he fell for. “You’re right, everything does heal in time.” the question caught him off guard causing him to blink slightly, but then his features softened as he leaned in to kiss Marco. “Would be my pleasure to take you to the dance, I know you want no public displays of affection, but hey if it’s what we gotta do then that’s fine by me, I get you to myself the night of anyway.” he shrugged. “Hmm? how come?” he sighed, letting himself fall into the emrbace, hugging marco back. “you’re safe with me, i got you marco.” chase said whispering back to the other boy. there was something he wanted to say, something that’s been at the tip of his tongue this entire time, but he stops himself not wanting the other boy to run away. instead he leans in, presses their lips together and smiles. “i’m yours, remember?”

“Are you certain about that? I have a tendency to flip like a light switch.” Marco remarked as he smirked. In his mind grasping the others shirt and fisting it in his hands spoke control, on the inner parts of him however it was screaming something different entirely. He had wanted someone to stay. His past, however, reflected on trauma that caused him to push each and every person he had wanted to stay to walk out his life. To close that door and shut him out entirely. Grayson was beginning to be a mere example of that. The two having been childhood friends, but recently, the drugs, the mangled mess of his mind, and his confusion with not wanting to love Chase the way he did, led to him kissing his best mate and telling him he wanted to hookup. Something the guy left him standing outside the club in shock and hurt over. He was fucked. “How is the studies going? Is my competition as handsome as I?” He had to ask. He needed to know if he was the only one Chase Clearwater had eyes for. When the next words were spoked he felt a pang in his chest. What did it mean? He didn’t know. Had he felt ashamed of his actions. “Just give me a bit more time.” Marco knew he had a reputation to uphold. That would all go crumbling though wouldn’t it? What if the others around him knew he was willing to give himself to someone he preached he was so against. Thinking for a moment he sighed and caved. He was caving against his code. Shocking. “You’re right.” He admitted and bit his lip. “You think your life would have sucked without me in it?” He questioned as he looked up into Chase’s eyes. Bringing the hand up that fisted the blondes shirt he caressed his cheek. “I can’t help it. It’s just a part of me. A foundation to the way I was built.” He felt himself explain as he drew into the other. “Like hearts.” He whispered in comment hoping it fell short to Chase’s ears. When he felt the lips press to his he hesitated. They weren’t exactly hidden, but he wanted this warming affection and instead of pushing him away he welcomed and returned the kiss. Perhaps he might shock them both that night and end up kissing the other in public, who knew. “I would enjoy your company. I don’t think I would enjoy going if I had no one at my side.” He remarked.  “Softness is a weakness.” He replied as he looked down and pulled away and went to turn after his hand was finished being catered too. Hearing the words he was stopped and pulled in as he felt the lips against his once more. An assurance of words that followed came after. “Mine...” He looked at Chase as he trailed off. “and what does this make me?” 

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chaseclearwtr​:

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Marco was a walking contradiction, always saying one thing and doing the exact opposite with Chase. Usually, he would have never even flirted with the idea of whatever this was between them with someone who only spewed hate from his lips towards him. And yet, when those nights came that Chase woke up with Marco in his arms, he didn’t really mind it so much at all. Yes the little gremlin had an attitude, but maybe he was just too used to the voices in his head. “Had? Past tense?” Chase smiled, knowing that he could make sure that control was still good and true, but for now he had more pressing matters. “Actually, you could’ve, they can’t really force you if you don’t want to, it’s an easy thing they could be sued over.” he shrugged, not really seeing a negative in Marco being wet situation. “A sinner?” he sighed, of course he was fooling around with a man who thought he was going straight to hell for the thoughts he was having. “This one, dumbass,” Chase spat out somewhat admitting that maybe he did want to be with Marco. Rolling his eyes, he really couldn’t escape the laughter that left him at Marco comparing them to Romeo and Juliet. “I’ll definitely make sure we both stay alive,” he teased. Guess that was Marco’s way of saying he actually liked spending time with him, he’d take it, even if they couldn’t be seen together. “No the fuck it’s not, I’ll take care of you whenever I want, as long as I can.” Chase promised him looking him dead in the eye as he stated those words. “Was already planning to spend that day with you anyway so it works for me. Just make sure you wear something nice,” he teased. Lacing their fingers together, he avoided any prying eyes as he led Marco to the back of the first aid tent, taking everything he thought he would need from the supplies they had in stock. “Alright, let me see,” he said fussing over Marco’s palm. “It’s gonna sting,” Chase warned as he began to clean the cut with some alcohol, clearing out any residue blood and bandaging the cut, much in the way he used to for his siblings. A gentle touch that only someone who acted as a guardian would know. The second he was done, he kissed the back of Marco’s hand, before gentle pulling him close, brushing some strands of hair back before his lips met with the man’s forehead, pressing a kiss there. “Like I said, I’ll take care of you.”

Marco knew others shouldn’t get close to him. Chase had no idea what he was getting himself into. No matter how much Marco was accustom to breaking rules that parents set in place, when it came to his own he was harder to budge. He knew he stumbled into the dirty blonde haired guys beds after nights of taking lines and falling asleep only to wake up a couple hours later from the night terrors. He knew those were stories he never uttered from his past and that the comfort for him was entrusted with a rule of his he was breaking. ‘Do not associate or fall for students from the public school.’ He was failing. “Are you really going to question me?” He tested as he fisted Chase’s shirt with his free hand. “It may be, but it would help rebuild your college back up. You see Clearwater, I’m thinking of others besides myself for once.” He knew his words would sound like he was trying to get rid of the other. He knew they would hurt, but it wasn’t him as much as the rest of the public school students that needed to get out. Chase was a mere exception of who he would allow to stay, he just would never admit to it. “Look at us babe, sneaking around, I wouldn’t dare call us saints.” He laughed amused fisting the skirt tighter as they stood behind the first aid booth. “I’m not a dumbass, a double major that likes to think he knows it all. You may not allow us to die, but that’s not how our universe works.” He sighed in reply looking down. Looking back into the blondes eyes he nodded. “Fine, take care of me, but I don’t like to complain when I’m hurting or injured.” He mumbled as he looked down at his hand. “Everything will eventually heals in time.” Thinking about the dance for a second Marco looked at him. “Would you like to try and go to the dance with me without sneaking around and no public displays of affections?” Marc felt himself ask before his palm was taken and turned over, and the burning sting of the alcohol was poured onto his wounded flesh causing the grimace on his face. He watched as Chase wrapped it and then lifted his hand to kiss the back of it. Being pulled closer he felt the kiss to his forehead and sighed. “I can’t allow you to make me soft.” He whispered wrapping his arms around him. “No matter if you take care of me.” 

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chaseclearwtr​:

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Marco Rinaldi was pain in Chase’s ass, but he’d grown to care for the guy more than he’d ever care to admit. There was something about Marco that kept pulling Chase back in, he didn’t know what, but he knew he wasn’t alone in this as he could see Marco coming around a lot more to him. “How come? Got a stick up your ass all of a sudden? Funny cause last time I checked I was in here,” Chase scoffed, rolling his eyes at the other man but tried to center himself and not say the wrong thing. Chase knew that Marco had an attitude problem, and maybe that’s what attracted him first, the intensity of their initial dislike of each other that sparked the first of many nights that would lead them here. Chase tried to steady Marco as soon as he felt him sway, using his arms to prop the other man up. “You could’ve told me you didn’t want me to do it dumbass, it’s okay to only want me for yourself,” he smirked knowing his roommate was definitely jealous of watching him kiss others. If only he could tell him that he’d been thinking about kissing him each and every time, but he wouldn’t. Leaning close to his ear, a smile spread on his lips as he whispered, “you know i’m more than just a good fuck, baby boy,” he said lips still ghosting over marco’s lips. “Nah,” he said. “First we’re getting your cut cleaned up and then we can have fun,” rolling his eyes at the not dating comment, he let it slide as he knew they couldn’t be seen together. “keep pretending you don’t want me preppy, we both know whose name you moan at night,” he teased before going back to inspect the other’s hand. “alright let’s go behind first aid so i can patch you up, you good with that?”

Marco knew he drove the other up the wall. He knew that more than anything he struggled with letting others in and too close to what he seem to have reserved off. He knew no one had ever broken his heart. He knew it was the cold unmerciful bareness of his own hands that had did the job in itself, making him the young man he was now. Hearing Chase’s words he groaned. “Fucking hell Clearwater we’re not talking about the control you thought you had over me.” He growled lowly as he furrowed his brows as if canceling the other to continue if he did. “You think I had a say in getting dunked or not, no. The deans picked the shit. This is my punishment for being a sinner and us hooking up in the first place.” He replied quietly as he felt the hands steady him. “So what if I want you to myself, in world would that happen. We’re a bit like Romeo and Juliet.” He remarked as he watched the way the blonde leaned forward as he spoke into his ear. “Eh, yeah, it’s a possibly. You don’t completely annoy me.” Marc returned words with a smirk tugging on his lips before feeling the lips ghost over his own. “Fine, but this is the only time I am letting you take care of me, got it.” He rolled his owned eyes as he began to follow him as he was lead by his free hand behind the first aid booth. “If you want those moans to continue you’ll go with no one to the dance and we’ll find a way to have our own miniature dance in secret. Again not a date Chase” He spoke with a nod as he watched the other take care of his hand.  

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chaseclearwtr​:

Chase was having the time of his life, getting paid to kiss other students was the easiest job he’s ever fucking had. He’d never admit it to these shmucks but he’d rather be doing this for free with his roommate. There was something about the other man, as grating as he was, Chase just couldn’t get enough of him, he was often just drunk off of Marco, it was a dangerous game they were playing. Chase had spotted Marco after finishing up with another customer, raising a brow at the way he saw a can leave his grip and his back turned to him. Leaving his spot, he went after Marco, quickly pulling him aside where other prying eyes couldn’t see. “You okay, preppy?” Chase asked his eyes looking down at Marco with a bit of concern. “The fuck you cut your hand for dumbass,” he said looking at the little drip of blood before he understood why the other was acting this way. “Wait, don’t tell me you’re jealous?” the sheer idea of it was hilarious to him, and he grinned before placing two of his fingers under Marco’s chin, lifting up his features so their eyes could meet before he leaned down to steal a peck. “Don’t be jealous, preppy, you know you can kiss me for free. Although it’s cute to see you care so fucking much.”

Marco just wanted a drink. That was all he had needed for the past few hours. Having kissed a total of three guys in the last twelve days was a bit shocking to him. Yes he had kept count. He wasn’t sure how he managed, but he had. After walking away he felt the hand on his elbow pulling him aside. “Don’t you ask me how I am doing.” He huffed as the dirty blonde haired guy towered over him slightly. In a way, the way his ‘lover’, he couldn’t call him that, his low key fuck for pleasure, was taller pissed him off. The way Marco held the control, felt all the power course through him, should have had more than just his ego a foot taller. Looking down at his hand he finally noticed the blood and lightly swayed feeling a little sick. “Blame your fucking self Chase. I’m not working a booth to get my lips kissed.” He replied with a glare as his free hand came up to clasp the others shoulder to steady himself. “Not jealous, not when I could have fucking anyone and find another good fuck.” He voice spoke dropping volumes once the fingers of the other guys hooked under his chin and lifting his head to meet their eyes. Feeling the peck to his lips Marc looked more at Chase. “Then ditch the booth, I can take you to behind the funhouse and we can have our own fun.” He spoke before he looked at the blonde. “Don’t take this as me caring. We aren’t dating.” 

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Closed Starter ☆ @chaseclearwtr​

Getting a can of beer from Anthony, Marco turned as his eyes land on Chase. “What the fuck.” He hissed not failing to notice that the booth he worked was in fact where others were going to get every chance to kiss the guy he not only roomed with but often snuck around on and off campus to hook up with. Feeling the can explode in his hand from squeezing it way too tight he dropped it and ignored that the tin cut into his palm causing blood to ooze. “Fuck off.” He shook his head as he crossed his arms turning his back to the dirty blonde that drew his attention although he promised he wouldn’t cross the line with a public school student. 

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@northchancellorstarters​

“Unless you are here to actually throw a damn ball or kiss me get the fuck out my face.” Marco remarked a hint of venom leaving his lips. 

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Closed Starter ☆ @beausvalentines​​

“Come on, take your eyes off him for a while. You’ve been watching to see if he kissed anybody or not and he already had according to Nico. Does that not bother you, knowing his lips already touched someone else’s before today.” Shaking his head Marco cupped Beau’s face not giving a fuck and kissed him. 

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ncrasfm​:

nora sat outside in the grass. a half-smoked joint was wedged between cherry-stained lips, thin wisps of smoke rising in ribbons around her face. she was swiping through tinder options—a boredom habit of hers. at worst, she got some cheap entertainment or a laugh. “look at this guy’s profile,” she held up her phone, revealing a very noticeable photoshop job. a head of hair added on top of a balding head. “i’d say we’ve gotta find this guy a pity fuck if he didn’t have such a misogynistic bio,” she let out a tsk. “hey, wanna trade stories? tell me about your worst first date and i’ll tell you about one of mine.” @northchancellorstarters​

Marco came out of the building with a huff of air surrounding him. “Who in the fuck...Who in the fuck wouldn’t fuck me.” He hissed out pissed. He was coming down from his high the night before and the memories flashed in his head as his best mate drove off leaving him alone. “Fucking dick. He had one chance to get a piece of this and denied it for what. For fucking what.” He continued his raging and yelling as he paced in front of Nora not paying any mind. “Shoot him Grayson’s number. He would be a great pity fuck. Like I give a shit about the fucking prick anyway.” He shoot out with a wave of his hands. “I have no worse, I don’t date. However seems like you are keen on telling me how yours was. What are we waiting for, spit it out.” He replied as he glared at the girl. 

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