* 𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌 / ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ

late night drives, horror movies, coffee stained notes, flushed cheeks, conspiracy theories, messy hair, empty pizza boxes, flickering lights, denim jackets, polaroids

[marcodiangelo]

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victoria: so listen i don't REGRET repiercing my eyebrow

victoria: i'm just saying i should've gone to an actual shop to get it done bc holy FUCK it hurt

marco: 'i got my eyebrow pierced at a shop' common, not that much of an impact

marco: 'i pierced my own eyebrow' metal, will make people fear you

[marcodiangelo]

leovevo‌:

closed starter for @marcodiangelo​.

after leo’s encounter with marco at the bar, he hadn’t seen much of him around. perhaps it was because he’d been avoiding him as much as he could, even going as far as to not showing up at group hangouts. waking up the next day with a hangover and a sore cheek was shit, but the weight of his own words falling down on him like the berlin fucking wall that night sucked the most. i didn’t fucking matter to you. i never mattered, have i? his own voice echoed in his head like a broken record, taunting him. for two weeks, the bruise on his face was a painful (physically and emotionally) reminder of their fight — he was happy to see it fading. leo did his best to distract himself. he started going on morning jogs, started posting more videos on his channel. after a whole month of absolutely no interaction whatsoever, leo felt better, and he kept that memory locked up and stowed away. 

a sea of green locals and tourists were lining up at dirty penguin, and leo couldn’t help but look smug as he skipped past them with a cone of chocolate ice cream in hand. the key was to arrive ten minutes before the cafe opened. his happiness was short-lived, however, because he accidentally bumped into someone, sending his ice cream plummeting down the ground. “ah, fuck, i’m so sorry,” he groaned, looking up at the stranger he bumped into, the expression on his face going blank as he came face to face with marco. great. just… fucking great. leave it to him to give an apology to the person who deserved it the least.

spring cleaning, his aunt bianca had told him, was not just cleansing their home of shit they no longer needed. rather, it was an emotional cleanse as well -- getting rid of the shit that made him feel like shit. initially, the concept of spring cleaning didn’t appeal to marco as something that was therapeutic or healing in any sort of way. he was cleaning, for fuck’s sake. all he had to do was put things in a garbage bag, and sweep dust under the rug...but it wasn’t until he came face to face with his remnants of his past that he truly began to understand what she meant. his fingers grazed over a dusty stack of polaroids, shifting one over the other. they were from that one summer, the one he spent in california, the summer that was the beginning of the end. a smile played at his lips as he found one with him and leo, grins eating up both of their faces as their arms were draped over each other’s shoulders. did they know it was one of their last moments together as best friends?

as pieces of his past started settling in a black garbage bag, marco and bianca decided to reward themselves with some mint chocolate ice cream. the older female was telling him about the three bags she’d filled up herself, rolling her eyes as she mentioned that her husband barely even filled up a bag. “maybe he’s happy,” he shrugged, “not a lot of emotional shit to throw away.” it earned him a raised eyebrow. “well you only filled up one bag. does that mean you’re happy?” before marco could even defend himself, he felt a body collide with his side. a look of annoyance graced his features, but he froze for a moment when he realized who it was. his eyes quickly surveyed leo, darting to where he hit the other from their last encounter. he was relieved that leo’s bruises were fading, as were his, but the wounds in his heart were still quite fresh. 

jaw clenching and unclenching, he forced a smile. “would have been nice if you watched where you were going, but i accept your apology.” his aunt squeezed his arm, and marco straightened his back. eyes shifting between the front of the line and its end. while there was a lot of people behind them, they were only five people away from being served. even though marco could easily let leo lament over his fallen ice cream cone, a picture that was newly buried somewhere in his wallet made him say, “i can get you a new cone if you want to.” 

[marcodiangelo]

uh hey, it’s ya girl -- dana -- coming back after a whole ass month of silence and inactivity. i can’t belieb y’all didn’t vote me off and that’s how i know you guys are for keeps. basically, i disappeared bc bitches graduate, get jobs, and don’t know how to cope with the life change. i’m Bitches! but anyways just to get more muse going around, i’ve decided to revamp marco a lil bit!!!!! fuck yeah 

what i’m keeping for marco

all of his lovely connections before i disappeared (although i wouldn’t mind plotting up totally new ones!!! marco needs more friends pls!!!!)

third-gen italian american boy with his lowkey mafia-vibes family

his pasty ass bland fc sean mendez -- pls do not talk to me about him and canola 

what i’m changing up for marco 

okay from sad edgy boy, he’s just gonna be midkey edgy, impulsive, and secretly a sweetheart who just wants lifelong friends but damn it !!!! HIS TENDENCIES TO BE AN ASSHOLE SOMETIMES GET IN THE WAY OF THAT

he’s not really an asshole. he’s just way too honest and his choices are often based on what would benefit him the most (he has total middle child syndrome and thinks he was deprived of attention and treated differently from his siblings, but he really WASN’T) 

he’s gonna be so damn more approachable and kinda friendlier ??? ( except maybe for leo lol ) so your babies can feel free to hit him up if they wanna do smth with him bc 80% of the time, he’s just working on his weed garden or teaching kids how to skate

where marco has been

so obviously i missed the paris event and the spring event . .. Love that for me! and i haven’t totally established where marco was for that whole time. was he in paris??? or did he go back home??? i’m Clueless and totally uncreative so if someone has ideas :eyes: hit me up!!!!!!!!!!!!!

what's in store for marco

i might dive into his crime roots more, but CHILL. like weed and cocaine are his deal, but he’s also like extra careful and caring, so he’d be like . .. . ‘yo, didn’t i just sell you 5 grams already?? fucking stop’ 

he’s probably gonna try to work on nOT being too much of an asshole, so expect RANDOM acts of kindness from him. but again, he’s WORKING on it, so imagine he makes you an omelette but you tell him he left the shells in and he’s just like ‘THEN DON’T EAT THE OMELETTE I MADE FOR YOU WITH THE KINDNESS OF MY HEART’

[marcodiangelo]

U V W X

U   :   UNREQUITED.   has your muse had their heart broken?

remember that song i hate u i love u and when it had something like ‘friends can break your heart, too’, marco fucking felt that because his heart broke when he realized his friendship with leo was over! but romantically, he’s been the heartbreaker and not the heartbroken. 

V   :   VALENTINE.   how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

marco has mixed feelings about valentine’s day. it’s either he thinks it’s silly ( because why rely on having one day to make your boo feel special you know ?? ), but he likes valentine’s day this year because he’s got his girl...for now. 

W  :   WEDDING.   would your muse get married? why / why not?

he will say that he will never get married, but he has thought of it a couple of times. he grew up with a loving family and parents who are just solid together, but the thought of being tied down to someone for the rest of his life is scary to him. marco’s scared of fucking up and/or getting his heart broken. 

[marcodiangelo]

A : AFFECTION & H : HEART & X : XOXO ! :~)

H   :   HEART.   is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

marco is secretly a hopeless romantic ( he doesn’t even know it himself ), so he thinks he’s someone who’s incredibly guarded when it comes to his feelings. he doesn’t want to be the person who fell in love first, ya feel? like, he won’t say he’s in love until the other person says it, because otherwise it’ll be humiliating for him. but when he loves someone, like, really loves someone, he’ll give it his all. 

X   :   XOXO.   does your muse use / like pet names?

sometimes he lovingly calls people “asshole” or “shithead”. when it comes to being called a pet name, he only allows close friends to do so. otherwise, all they’ll get is a raised eyebrow. when he’s dating someone, he’ll call them babe, baby, love. 

[marcodiangelo]

F I O N A

F   :   FLIRT.   is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

if he’s single and flirting with someone with the intention of hooking up, he’s a 8.5/10 at flirting.  he’s not afraid to say whatever would convince them.  but in general, he’s someone who likes to give compliments, and maybe throws in an innuendo here or there. he also has this thing he does with his tongue combined with this look on his face and he thinks it’s sexy but ??? it’s also the same thing he does when he’s eating gelato so :shrug:

I    :   I LOVE YOU.   does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

i keep saying this a lot, and i’ll say it again -- marco will say anything to get his way. for the longest time, he threw ‘i love you’ around cleo whenever he wanted her to stop being mad at him or whenever he wanted to sleep with her, but he didn’t mean it back then. you’ll know he really loves someone when the thought of him saying he loves them scares the shit out of him. 

A   :   AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?

when it comes to the people he’s dating, he’s incredibly touchy. he’ll pull them in for a kiss constantly or always have his arm around their waist. also, marco will never admit it out loud but he loves attention and will always ask it from who he’s currently dating. when it comes to his friends, he’ll probably throw a backhanded compliment or say something completely heartfelt or supportive.

[marcodiangelo]

D O N K E Y

D   :   DATE.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

marco doesn’t like to make a spectacle out of his relationships nor the dates he takes whoever he’s dating to. he’s a simple guy (when he’s not being so complicated), so he leans towards very intimate gatherings, like dinner dates, movie nights, or camping out in the backyard. even though he appreciates the simple things, he likes to throw in some effort most of the time. he’ll cook for three hours, or put up handmade decorations, or give really special gifts. my guy is lowkey ,, a Romantic 

O   :   ODE.   does your muse have a way with words?

he does. he likes to say things he doesn’t mean just so he would get his way. but sometimes, his rough edges come out so his words sometimes seem aggressive or hostile.

N   :   NAUGHTY.   what is your muse like in bed?

when it’s the first time he’s sleeping with someone he’s dating, he’ll be really slow and careful. but usually, he likes to get rough. lots of biting, pulling. after sex, he’s a very selective cuddler. like, he needs to connect with a person before he cuddles them. 

K   :   KISS.   is your muse a good kisser? why / why not?

marco likes to think he’s a good kisser. he’s ... Aggressive all the time, regardless of whatever he’s doing so his style of kissing may only appeal to people who are just as aggressive. 

E   :   EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

just like how he’s a selective cuddler, he’s also a very selective hugger. people who he only considers as good friends will get hugs from him, and that’s only provided if they’re sad and need a hug. otherwise, he wants to keep people at least 3 feet away. but when he hugs people, he likes to wrap his arms around them completely, like a protective blanket, and it’s just so comforting because he’s really tall and you could probably hear his heartbeat against his chest. 

Y   :   YOURS.   does your muse get protective easily?

he is! it really stems from how important the concept of family is to him. he will stand up and protect those people who are important to him. also, he tends to be really protective of girls, because he has two sisters, and it reminds him of them. 

[marcodiangelo]

📱 * cowboy emoji *

send📱for a voicemail my muse left yours.

 “jo, hey, um, i need to tell you something.” he placed his hand on his heart, as if doing so would get it to stop beating so fast. “you’re like a sister to me, you know that, right? shit, i’d even tell serena that i wished she was you instead.” the thought briefly brought a smile to his lips, but the weight of his guilt immediately tore it away from his face. “i would never, ever hurt you intentionally - it’s just, um, i’m really good friends with ian,” he swallowed, “and i didn’t know you were the girl he was dating, and i - i told him to blow you off a couple of times. it’s really confusing, i know, but please come see me, okay?”

[marcodiangelo]

[ 📞 ] ‘ are you crying? ’

“i - what?” marco froze, restraining a sniffle. tearing his phone away from his ear, his eyes narrowed in an effort to read the person’s name, because it was certainly not cleo on the other end. vic drake 🍻, it read. his mouth pressed into a thin line, trying his best not to make another sound before he threw his head back in frustration. “uh, no, no, i’m not crying. i just - i have allergies, and i was supposed to call someone else, but i called you by mistake. sorry. goodnight.” before the other could reply, he ended the call. 

[jamsmemes]

(     *     VALENTINE’S DAY ALPHABET   !    

send some letters to find out more about my muse   !

A   :   AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?

B   :   BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

C   :   CHOCOLATE.   does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

D   :   DATE.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

E   :   EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

F   :   FLIRT.   is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

G   :   GIFT.   is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

H   :   HEART.   is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

I    :   I LOVE YOU.   does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

J   :   JEALOUSY.   does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

K   :   KISS.   is your muse a good kisser? why / why not? 

L   :   LOVE.   who does your muse love?

M   :   MOONLIGHT.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

N   :   NAUGHTY.   what is your muse like in bed?

O   :   ODE.   does your muse have a way with words?

P   :   PARTNER.   what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

Q   :   QUESTION.   would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?

R   :   ROMANCE.   is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

S   :   SWEETHEART.   did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

T   :   TRUE LOVE.   does your muse believe in true love?

U   :   UNREQUITED.   has your muse had their heart broken?

V   :   VALENTINE.   how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

W  :   WEDDING.   would your muse get married? why / why not?

X   :   XOXO.   does your muse use / like pet names?

Y   :   YOURS.   does your muse get protective easily?

Z   :   ZZZ.   how many people has your muse slept with?

[marcodiangelo]

“no, no, babe, listen to me.” marco raised his wine glass, signaling the waiter he needed yet another refill. “i don’t care about the choices i made in your dream.” his brows furrowed, but a smile still played at his lips. it was frustrating...and hilarious -- they couldn’t even spend valentine’s day without picking a fight against each over the smallest of things. “how do you know i wouldn’t have chosen you if we were on the bachelor? i could have fallen for your, uh,”  he pretended to think on purpose, “for your sharp wit and general dislike for people.” he nodded before using his serviette to wipe his mouth. his eyes looked around, getting a little antsy that the waiter hadn’t replenished his drink. “would you have chosen me if we were on the bachelorette?” @cleoxortiz​

[marcodiangelo]

rumorwalsh‌:

“you bet your ass it is, sweetheart. can’t get rid of me that easy,” she called back, straightening herself up to a standing position instead of leaning over the wall as marco skated her way, stack of partially collected cones left forgotten on the ice. for a moment, she wished that her skates were on her feet instead of resting at her shoulder blade. more specifically, when marco stepped towards her and just absolutely towered over her and she finally realized what ants ( and other various insects ) must have felt like every day of their tiny lives. “ah, i was afraid you might get that impression. it’s actually what’s brought me here now, actually — offering my sincerest apologies,” she replied, not missing a beat and falling into step with his heartbroken facade. there was something fun about someone who kept you on your toes, she had to admit. “it was kind of last minute’s notice thing, otherwise i would have allowed you to be part of the dramatic airport goodbye number.” 

“mmm,” he hummed, pretending to think. “sorry, but i don’t accept your apology.” he shook his head, sitting down on one of the benches with a huff. “i think it lacks sincerity, and frankly, it seems like you don’t care about the pain you put me through.” marco tried to frown at her, but his lips failed him, separating as he broke out in laughter. months ago, he was a whole lot better at pretending he didn’t enjoy her company, but it didn’t quite take long for the snide remarks to turn into friendly teasing. “which role would you have given me? for future reference, of course.” moving to free up some space, he patted the seat next to him, so she could put her skates on. a line of fifteen year old girls in skates walked past them, their eyes lingering a little too long at marco, forcing him to awkwardly smile at them. “things have changed a bit around here.” once they were out of hearing range, he sighed. “for example, those girls thought you and i had something going on -- gross, i know -- and when i told them we didn’t, they’ve pretty much just put a target on me.” he ended with a grimace.  

[marcodiangelo]

junecosta‌:

“you could, but don’t do that. what if i’m not there to patch you up?” june said, trying not to look too amused at marco’s reaction. “i’ve actually had younger patients who didn’t flinch at all,” she said, grinning up at him. “there was an actual seven year old who just… kept on a stoic face the entire time. i gave him a lollipop after.” june pulled out a large adhesive pad, peeling the seal off and placing the bandaid over marco’s wound. she hands him an extra pad, “change that in four to five hours, alright?”

marco shrugged. “all the more reason for you to stay by my side, isn’t it?” the second the words left his mouth, he wanted to punch himself right in the face. he swore he was over this little crush of his, but the simple act of her tending to his wounds were criminally nostalgic. “uh, it sounds a lot like you’re saying that i’m an even bigger baby than a seven year old.” as she started working on his wound, his fingertips dug into her wrist, softening only when she handed him the pad. marco nodded gratefully before his brows furrowed, like a child about to have a tantrum. “where’s my lollipop?”

[marcodiangelo]

leotakanashi‌:

“i am, i’m fucking pissed at you for breaking the ‘bro code’, because i thought you were fucking better than that,” leo spat, “i don’t give a shit about her anymore—yeah, it hurt that she chose you, but it hurt that you took the fucking bait, as if… as if my feelings didn’t matter to you.” leo’s shoulders slacked, the fury in his features disappearing, only to be replaced by a look of defeat as he realised the weight of his own words. “my feelings didn’t matter to you,” he said, quieter this time, because everything made much more sense now—what made it so difficult for leo to move on? was it the embarrassment? the shame? he initially assumed it was. until now. “i didn’t fucking matter to you. i never mattered, have i?” suddenly, marco’s fist was flying straight to his cheek, and the anger was back, flooding his senses. being too slow to defend himself, leo staggered backwards when the punch hit him; making him raise his hand to caress his hurting jaw. “you fucking asshole,” he snarled. leo wasn’t generally a violent person, but he saw red and before he knew it, he was knocking his fist straight into marco’s face.

this was never about lilah. marco thought that most of leo’s anger was because his dream girl chose his best friend over him, which is why the young diangelo took what happened too lightly. no, it wasn’t really betrayal, but rather, the painful thought of your own brother disregarding you and your feelings entirely. marco felt guilty, because it took him too long to realize it. he wished he could have realized it before they spent eight months avoiding each other, he wished he realized it before he planted his fist in leo’s face. too late. damn that fucking bourbon. when leo recovered from the hit, he tried to explain -- “then why didn’t you just fucking tell me instead of --” but he was already cut off  by leo’s fist colliding with the front of his face. jesus fucking christ, that hurt. marco lost all feeling on his face for a brief second before a metallic taste settles in his mouth. he could have left their confrontation at that and be the bigger person by walking away, but instead, he lunged at the other boy again. “you fucking piece of shit!” not wanting to leave leo’s left cheek out, marco struck him, making the mistake of using his right hand with his grandfather’s ring snug around it. he immediately recoiled, the fear of seriously hurting leo being an effective wake-up call. soon enough, the bar’s guards started pulling him away from his former friend. their hands firmly grasping them, he shook them off “fine, fine, i’ll fucking leave.” he told them,  his eyes glaring at leo, trying to mask his concern with anger as he walked away.

[marcodiangelo]

ayliemonroe‌:

her eyes moved between his as her fight or flight instinct came into play. it wasn’t until she saw his small smile that a very small sense of comfort fell over her. clearing her throat, she stood up a bit taller. “thank you, i, um, i didn’t see you in here…” she lied. of course she had seen him, her eyes fell on him the entire second half of the song and she knew he had noticed. rolling her eyes at herself, she was getting ready to just move past him until he continued to talk. marco never really ceased to amaze her. she felt as if she knew him pretty well - she’d had the chance to see him for who he was and didn’t believe himself to be in their time together. so it shouldn’t have shocked her as much when he asked if she was okay. although, with the way everything ended between them, she was honestly surprised he even cared. a big part of her just wanted to scream at him, but aylie had fallen way too hard and the heartbreak she’d felt from him was still lingering. 

“i’ve been really busy with lessons and everything so -” she nervously pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as she rocked back on her heels. why did she have the urge to just throw herself into his arms and let him hug her one last time? maybe that’s all she needed, some kind of familiarity that could get her through all the shitty things going on in her head recently. he’d made her feel okay last year and maybe that’s why this year felt so much worse. “it isn’t really your obligation to be there for me anymore, marco. don’t worry. you’re off the hook. you made sure of that.” aylie snapped. so, maybe she was choosing fight. she took a step before stopping, taking in a deep breath and turning back around to face him. “fancy a pizza?”

marco watched her closely. he had always been very observant, and while this quality of his did him well in other situations, this particular moment was not one of them. there was a gnawing feeling inside of him by seeing her get so nervous, because of him. who wouldn’t? maybe it wasn’t time for them to have this conversation, maybe he hadn’t given her enough time to heal just yet. but there was a part of him who thought that if he wasn’t going to do this now, then when will he ever? nodding, he tried to give her a comforting smile. “yeah, no, i get it. i started teaching hockey to 10-year-olds at the ice rink, and it’s just grueling sometimes, but i didn’t think dealing with children would be this fun.” small talk was good, right? when she suddenly snapped him, he took a step back, fearing that one wrong move could just strain their relationship even more. but she was right. how could he expect aylie to let him in again when he broke her heart the last time that she did? 

marco opened his mouth to speak, but no words could come out. it didn’t help that his legs were frozen in place either. she had every right to get mad at him, she could even punch him square in the face if she wanted. leo already did. he truly wanted to think that he was a good person who only did morally grey things, but more and more, he was coming to terms with the idea that maybe he was just a horrible person. when she spoke up once again, his brow furrowed in confusion. “pizza?” a small smile slowly formed at his lips. “i could do pizza.” he nodded. “mama dee’s is still open, and it’s a few blocks from here.” aylie was the most compassionate person he knew, and while he thought he still had to work for her forgiveness, he’ll take the pizza. as they walked out into the cold, almost-spring-but-not-quite air, the bruises on his face stung. “do you like my new look?” he asked her casually. “you can give me one too after pizza.”

[marcodiangelo]

calliefm‌:

she took the back of her hand to wipe her face for the second time. she found a small piece of the pasta that broke off and threw it over at marco, in hopes it would hit his face, but her aim was way off and landed on the floor next to him. she fell back onto her bed before propping herself up on her elbows so she can see marco better. ‘ and olive garden is fucking fantastic. what’s your point here ? ’, callie said, more because she knows how irritating it was for marco to hear. a small smile appeared on her lips and she scrunched her nose up. ‘ you know how much food i eat. i could tell the different between arrowhead and polar springs water. i think i could tell the different between real pasta and pasta that comes in a box. ’

his face barely moved when she took aim at him, knowing somehow that she wasn’t going to make it. call this intuition of his a product of the countless time they’ve spent together. it was also how he knew that she was trying to get a rise out of him by praising olive garden. marco shrugged, trying to act cool about it. oh so casually, he took out his phone and started scrolling through his socials. “their lasagna comes in frozen, and they put it in boiling water to thaw it out. then they try to market it as “fresh” lasagna.” tilting his head to the side, he smiled down at her. “mmm, well, if you have 50 bucks, we might be able to turn this into a little wager.” his brow quirked. “good news for us, aunt bianca just made lasagna from scratch. and uncle frank has cans of chef boyardee’s stacked in the kitchen when he has to cook.”  

[marcodiangelo]

📱 :^)

send📱for a voicemail my muse left yours.

“jesus fucking christ, ian. i don’t - how the fuck did i not know that you and jo were a thing?” the frustration was evident in his tone. marco and ian had never been the best influences on each other, they both really just thrived off of each other’s stupidity and carelessness. for months, he’d been telling her to blow off the girl his friend has been seeing. you’re too young to be tied down, he often told him. but it was so much more different now that he found out he had been contributing to the heartache of his own sister. “please, please, please fucking stay away from her.” a warning. “she doesn’t deserve any of this shit. you fucking know that.”