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carmelovperez: park hangs are our fave

#instagram post ;; #HELLO ! #my weekend was super busy #i also drank too much and had a hangover so im still in recovery #but if u would like a closed thread for carmelo lmk!

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soapybones​:

     when sophie knows she’ll be spending the day outside of the house, she’ll opt out of using her car and take the bus. to get around from place to place a little quicker, she likes to bring her penny board and glide between bus stops and main street’s shops. which is exactly what she’s doing when a car door is swung upon. to lessen the blow of the inevitable collusion, she hops off the board so that it goes on without her into a thin crowd of pedestrians right before she runs into the small body. a hallow oof! escapes her in the midst of everything, but once things settle, sophie looks down and realizes it’s the young girl she babysat way back when. “you okay?” she asks her before looking up to the girl’s father and sophie’s friend, carmelo. “don’t worry about it. i hope i didn’t do much damage,” she replies, adding, “just help me hunt down my board?” she peers down the sidewalk to see it had been stopped after rolling into one of the city trees poking out between the concrete slabs.

marcella is absolutely delighted once the terror is washed off her face at the sight of sophie. although sophie hadn’t been the best babysitter, marcella had enjoyed her attempt or lack thereof. carmelo is grateful it’s not a stranger because the situation could’ve gone a lot messier and he’s rounding the care to greet sophie and apologize, “sorry about that soph. marcella is just super eager to get to breakfast this morning it looks like,” he says as he takes a quick jog to retrieve her board. carmelo hands her the board and grins, “hey sophie, long time no see. what’s up with you?” carmelo wonders, pleasured to see a familiar face. 

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imessage > carmen

carmen: sounds nasty. you should probably get that looked at by a professional.

carmen: too many to count, but maybe i'll indulge you over lunch. right now it's a toss up between designing costumes for film, having one of my pieces feature at fashion week, and opening a cat café to rescue unneutered strays.

carmen: sorry, papi... the little one was very clear. no boys allowed. besides, if marcella's in her bed and i'm on the floor, where would you sleep?

carmen: is it weird that i found that kind of hot? i think that second glass of wine before bed was a bad decision

carmelo: i might know a certain professional who could help me

carmelo: please do. i would love to learn all about the fabulous life of one ms. carmen. i like the cat cafe idea, personally. big fan of animals. fashion is cool too though.

carmelo: oh man, that's no fair. also, marcella has a pretty big floor but only if you're willing to share, of course.

carmelo: if you found that hot wait until i tell you about logical partitions and the sysplex concept but that might take a couple more glasses for you to get into.

#imessage ;; carmen

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Tommy Martinez via instagram

#lolol carmelo embarrassing himself on social media? #highly likely

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imessage > carmen

carmen: bold of you to assume i haven't already worked my hechizó on you. i'd have everything i needed right in your coffee cup. which you left, by the way. rookie error.

carmen: the pursuit of constant evolution towards the higher self is a noble goal, loco.

carmen: that works. shall we say 2pm at la ventana sureña? i was a commis chef there when i first came to roswell, they do the best enchiladas this side of Ciudad Juárez.

carmen: we'll see about that. plus i've already promised marcella a sleepover. don't get too jealous.

carmen: of course. what else? i'll be in a pinstripe tux.

carmelo: hmm, i had a sense i had fallen under some spell.

carmelo: that sounds good to me. i'll be sure to bring my appetite. i can put back some enchiladas. you've had many jobs i'm assuming? what's your passion, though?

carmelo: dang, no invitation for me? dad would also like an invite to the party. you guys can't have all the fun.

carmelo: i'll make sure to draw up the paperwork for you.

#imessage ;; carmen

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imessage > carmen

carmen: sometimes it's good to feel exposed. being out of your comfort zone helps you grow.

carmen: we're all guilty of drinking a little too much and dancing a little too hard at some point. at least you got a kid out of it and not a DUI or an STD. it's a lot more expensive, but i imagine it's way more rewarding. and she's a great kid (aside from the almost-killing-me business). it's obvious you've done a good job raising her.

carmen: let's say friday at 2. we could meet at the arcade if marcella's around, or go somewhere for lunch?

carmen: to retrieve your shirt, of course...

carmelo: you're not wrong, maybe i'll let you do some brujeria on me. just no spells, pls.

carmelo: thank you for that. she's pretty great and keeps me pursuing the best versions of myself.

carmelo: she's with her tutor until 5pm so if you're fine with it, it can just be us? i know marcella is way more entertaining but i can be fun sometimes.

carmelo: oh yes, yes. the shirt. strictly business meeting, of course.

#imessage ;; carmen

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imessage > t-shirt guy

carmen: is that so? maybe you should pop into sky above sometime. i do a mean three card pull.

carmen: touché. you got me there. however the kid suggests that clearly you had moves at one point.

carmen: easy coffee date!? you are so going to regret that.

carmen: hm. i'll think about it. my schedule's pretty maxed out but i guess i could squeeze you in. what are you doing friday?

carmelo: i've had my tarot read and i always feel so EXPOSED. plus, i've got a sad past. no one wants to see that. however, i will stop in to buy some crystals and incense.

carmelo: i was a completely different man whenever marcella came about. she was the result of too much partying and me being an idiot. wouldn't trade it for the world tho, she's my best friend.

carmelo: well i lead all of my conference calls with my team from 7AM-12PM, so i'm free anytime after that.

#you're fine! #imessage ;; carmen

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livialucero​:

“ knew it.” she smirked as he nodded, confirming her suspicion. she always did have a knack for pinning down someone’s sign.” that’s all about practicing mindfulness.. being selfless yeah?- i know a bit about ayurveda and yoga being an umbrella within it. all that meditation has always been tough for me ..no es fácil- my mind is always racing and onto the next.” matching the girls excited expression as they entered the cafe, delicate hands came up to either side of her face, black stiletto nails in contrast to her skin.” how about you pick me out whatever you like best and we can be twins- i bet you pick out the bessssstt stuff.” she smiled before once more turning her attention back to the male.” are you?” a cheshire grin forming over her features.” i’m over at sky above- herbalist among other things.. and on the weekend i’m over at the club dancing.” she was proud of what she did, never saw the shame in her body of beliefs and didn’t shy away when asked.

marcella was delighted with livia. anyone who engaged with marcella’s antics was immediately her favorite person. marcella beamed, “daddy will get us strawberry croissants and hot chocolate!” she assured livia before turning to her father momentarily, “daddy, did you hear?” carmelo chuckled, “yes i heard honey. why don’t you go sit at the table and read some of your book?” marcella nodded appreciatively and skipped over to their usual booth. carmelo turned his attention back to the woman, listening to livia tell him about herself. carmelo’s brows raised at her omission, “wow, herbalist is impressive and so is dancing. my life isn’t nearly as exciting,” carmelo offers a shy grin, “i’m a stay at home dad and i run my tech company remote for the most part. so you must have many more exciting stories to share than me.” he took a momentary pause to order their items and then gestured towards the table marcella was occupying, “we should join her before the princess makes a fuss,” he chuckles. 

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#muse ;;

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livialucero​:

she couldn’t help the widening smile over her features as he spoke. not every day you meet a guy or let alone another human with a zen kinda mind.” i know a yogi when i hear one- and maybe… a taurus?” he summed, chocolate hues scanning the other for insight.” you got that whole earth vibe down and no- trauma gets you.. this live in the light and sunshine bull-” she stops herself for the underage company.” stuff - ain’t how how shadows work. they pop out and demand to be heard and will ooze into every aspect of life until you accept the shadows and light are one– and ya know.. people are just jerks.” she winked before flashing an expression of intrigue.” never one to turn down a good offer- what you think mami?- you show me your favorite here?” her attention falling back onto the young child.

carmelo was intrigued by astrology but hadn’t given much time to learn it. even still, he was always majorly impressed whenever people could guess his sign. it was as if there were some supernatural glimpses into people that as humans we could gather insight into. a fascinating skill, he thought. carmelo confirmed liv’s suspicions with a firm nod, “guilty as charged on both accounts. i’ve been studying karmic yoga for a little over three years now,” carmelo mentioned just before marcella was ushering them inside with the wave of her hands. marcella exclaimed, “hurry up before they close!” as if 7AM was an opportune closing time for a small cafe. carmelo was impressed, it wasn’t everyday he ran into someone who shared his ideology. he gestured towards the line as they moved inside, “i’m intrigued,” his eyes found their way to catch her attention as they stood in the queue of the cafe, “enlighten me about yourself?” 

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imessage > t-shirt guy

carmen: how did i know that somehow this would become a corny pick up line...? psychic intuition perhaps ;)

carmen: you gave off the vibe that you might. for a hot sec i actually thought it might be a move you do to all the girls. you know, give them your shirt so they have to text you and arrange a time for collection? but now i'm not so sure you're the type to have 'moves'.

carmen: other than the aforementioned corny line. i've not actually had that one before so props to you, i guess

carmelo: cute, i've always had a thing for brujas.

carmelo: you expected the guy who has a collection of quirky social activist shirts to have "moves"? that joke was entirely on you. but i guess you'll never know if mar and i are just a dynamic duo plotting together to get easy coffee dates.

carmelo: well ms. psychic, do you see us bumping into each other again in my future? y'know to retrieve my shirt, of course.

#imessage ;; carmen

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livialucero​:

keeping her attention on the young girl her chocolate hues lit with enthusiasm as she beautifully stumbled her way to commenting on her looks, which if we’re being honest liv always knew she had, but it hit different when a little mamita blessed her with some child truth.” gracias. tu eres muy hermosa también.” she chimed in response while letting a delectate finger tap the tip of her nose. it was then her attention turned back to her father, smile still holding over her features while extending her hand to his.” she’s got a big spirit- had to be unleashed and i’m happy to be the one who was blessed with some good energy.” liv loved kids, loved the creative and free view they had on life and world around them and truth be told felt like it was lost too soon and even stifled. to her it’s what everyone lost and should fight to regain.” liv, nice to meet you camelo-” breaking her gaze she glanced back to the young child.” and you, baby.”

carmelo shook her hand, offering a generous smile, “thank you for saying that. it means a lot to me. not everyone gets kid energy, y’know? i think a lot of people reject it so much because they haven’t healed their own inner child,” it was a bit heavier of a subject than a light hearted conversation for their first interaction. carmelo changed the subject to extend an offer, “if you’ll allow me -- i could buy you a coffee or something just to say thanks for not suing me,” he half-jokes. he can’t help but be intrigued with the woman who has an inviting aura. 

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imessage > carmen

carmen: the future's subjective. it can change. whims are fickle things.

carmen: why do you ask?

carmelo: didn't you foresee me asking for your number?

carmelo: but i can't help but feel like you're being legit right now?

#imessage ;; carmen

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carmenmartinez​:

        it’s humbling to see him like this with his daughter, instilling in her a belief in her power, a knowledge of her culture, and all the while treating her like the most important girl in the world. carmen feels as if by happy accident she’s stumbled into these two strangers and been presented with a window into their lives. it’s too bad he’s probably married with three other kids back home, though he takes the bait, bites into the humbly offered apple of her flirting and gladly accepts the poison, spits his own back out with that quirk of his eyebrow and a smile that says he knows exactly what he’s doing. beautiful. the word causes carmen to scoff, rolling her eyes as the three of them slip into the cafe. “alright casanova.” despite the satire of her tone, there’s a smirk on her lips. “we’ll see how beautiful i am when i’ve swindled you out of a five-dollar breakfast.”  

          in the toilets, carmen can’t help but wonder if the shirt is a move he keeps in his arsenal to pull out and try against a revolving door of women — it’s fool proof ; now they’ll have to stay in touch so that she can return the shirt — but that seems paranoid. how could he repeatedly use that move when it relied so heavily on the other party spilling their drink? she strips off her blazer and peasant blouse, squeezing the remnants of coffee out of the latter and balling it up in her rucksack. drying herself with loo roll, carmen wipes down her chest and reapplies pomegranate deodorant before slipping the new shirt on, not as tight-fitting as she would have chosen ( naturally, when it had been bought with carmelo in mind ) but there’s something chic about the way it falls, casually formal in a cool tech start-up intern kind of way when she pairs it with her tartan blazer.

            back in the hubbub of the café she finds them tucked away in a booth, dropping her rucksack and her art portfolio down onto the leather bench as she sidles into the booth. “is it tasty?” carmen asks, directing her question to the younger of the party who’s currently stuffing a mouthful of croissant into her face. she nods blithely at carmelo, lifting her pastry in a cheers-ing motion and taking a bite. “mm. god, that is good. marcella, you’ve got great taste!” she sits back then, wondering whether she should take out her own laptop, or if that would look weird considering she’d been leaving. fuck it. she slides out her laptop, fires up the display, and decides to get some practice of digital illustration in before her interview later.  “thanks by the way,” carmen adds to the father as she tugs at the collar of the shirt. “very charitable of you. usually I don’t wear other people’s clothes unless…” she casts her eyes down to marcella, engrossed in her picture book. “—well unless we’ve had an adult sleepover,” she notes, mincing her words with a bite of her lip. she sips her mocha then, eyes closing for half a second, almost meditative as she sets the mug back down against her saucer. “mm. this one’s better than the first.” 

marcella seems perplexed as carmen enters the booth with them. her tiny mind probably had forgotten the whole interaction by now but after her confusion wore off, seconds later she was infatuated with carmen. marcella nods, “best in the world!” she exclaims, fully convinced that her pastry is, in fact, the best in the world. carmelo is pulled from his slew of emails to watch the conversation. he gets a better view of carmen in his geeky attire and it makes laughter escape his chest, “you pull that off way better than i could have,” carmelo grins, “if you ever need to rummage through the closet of someone who buys endless amounts of non-profit t-shirts, i got you.” it was true. carmelo was wealthier than most people his age but he didn’t gloat or flaunt it like the majority. in fact, he’d be significantly wealthier if he didn’t donate the amounts that he did. 

‘unless we’ve had an adult sleepover’, the comment catches his attention and carmelo stops mid key-stroke. he parts his lips to respond but marcella interjects. “carmen you want to have a sleepover!?” her eyes are the size of every disney character’s and her four year old brain is reeling. “we can play dress up, or play cards! i have games!” she’s entirely too excited, her voice raising an octave in her thrill. carmelo places a finger over his lips, “marcella, inside voice. i know you’re excited but we have to be respectful to the quiet space,” he warns her gently. marcella calms herself down quickly. carmelo feels guilty because he can only wonder if carmen thinks this is game. single dad, cute kid-- most people see this as a trap and he’s aware of it. he shoots carmen an apologetic look, “hey mar, carmen probably has a lot to do. why don’t you read the rest of your book and we can go to the library to get you another?” luckily for him, marcella is easy to persuade. she’s quickly engrossed into her book once more. 

“sorry about that, sleepover is like a trigger word for her,” he laughs, “she’s always trying to get strangers to come over,” carmelo can’t help how... sad it sounds. “i can’t blame her though, shit gets lonely out here. we just moved maybe three months ago from like everything she’s ever known and she’s having a really hard time adjusting so her eagerness is like... heightened tenfold,” he offers warm smile, “so i’m sorry about that and the... awkwardness of it.” being a single dad has had its’ challenges and the choice to move marcella away for her safety and wellbeing was the hardest one he’d ever made. 

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@carmelovperez: hot chocolates make everything better.

#instagram post ;; #marcella ;;

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livialucero​:

liv was not a morning person, a creature of the night in every sense of the word, but for whatever reason she found herself up and restless with the morning rays. she felt like an old scrooge, hissing at the sunshine as she made her way down to the only fucking coffee shop in this small town. at least she was getting her steps in and her ear pods blasting some solid ass shaking jams, lifting the void momentarily before a small body came crashing into her own causing one of the small ear pods flying from her ear and to the ground. “  qué demonio !! “ her bewildered response before gathering her senses and seeing the young child and then glancing up to the apologetic father, she assumed.” you good mami? “ she hummed, voice like honey before kneeling down to the girls height, letting her hand brush back the disheveled hair over the young girls shoulder.

carmelo wasn’t surprised by the exclaimation of the woman and was relieved whenever she realized it was his daughter who’d accidentally opened her door without warning. carmelo rounded the car, picking up the ear pod and handing it back to the raven-haired woman. marcella was uneasy at first but whenever the woman stooped to marcella’s height, she couldn’t help but smile. marcella nodded, “si,” she grinned fawning over the woman’s features, “eres muy...” she paused trying to recall the word, “bonita!” carmelo chuckled, “she’s still learning but i wanted to formally introduce myself and apologize,” he extended his hand to the woman, “i’m carmelo and i’m sorry about that. my daughter, marcella, is a super eager kid. sometimes i think she just vibrates in place,” he muses. marcella was a hyper-active, brilliant child but sometimes it got her into altercations. luckily, she possessed her father’s charm to be able to get herself out of those altercations unbothered. 

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fckemms​:

closed starter for @dxconstruct​ location: asteroid belt rink/bowling

           emmett loved shifts like these - quiet. feet up on the countertop as he sat playing candy crush on his phone – the only way to pass the time when somewhere between here and the parking lot you lost phone signal, and the only ones in were a couple of elderly folks taking their time in one of the far lanes. the door chimes and emmett is quick to abandon his phone on the counter, making busy with an old rag in the odd event it was his boss walking through the door. it wasn’t, thank god. “yo. what’re ya in for?” is what is chosen to greet the other as he walks in, body braced against the counter and the rag completely forgotten all about. “lanes are two hours for six bucks right now. not including shoe rental and applicable taxes.”

carmelo enjoyed his father-daughter dates with marcella. she was a delight to the public and loved socializing with other people. if someone got too intrigued with her almost-five year old brain, she’d have them trapped in conversation for hours or really, her cute little rambles. marcella seemed to make them friends wherever they went. it was no surprise that she made herself known as the bowling attendant addressed carmelo instead of her. the little girl reached up to hand the guy the money, “hey sir, here is the monies,” her little hand barely reaching over the counter. carmelo chuckled, “sorry, she’s super eager,” he grinned, noticing the attractive attendant, “how’re you tonight?” he inquired, helping marcella slide the cash across the counter.

#thank you!