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Wrapped #33

#33 - No Problem - MiC LOWRY

Send me a number between 1-100 for a song from my Spotify Wrapped playlist 🎵🎶

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RODEO — Javi Rivera.

A/N: got the chance to see twisters on my birthday and it ofc inspired me to finally write something for Anthony lol. This isn’t going to be anything big since I still want to be on break until late September early October. Am I going to give Javi the love his deserves or am I going to be messy? What type of summer is it? A brat girl summer…whatever that means 😉

WARNINGS: language + stepping out of relationships, mentions of another character from challengers, reader and Kate don’t get along, mentions of minor smut/sexual relations, and ended up different than I originally planned. Enjoy!

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A text on short notice never bothered you.

Granted you had to take a ride from Brooklyn to Manhattan but majority of the time Javi was considerate, letting you know when he was going to be on your new side of town—you were a South Carolina native—and the both of you would make it work. He had this experiment that he worked on with his old friend Kate that actually proved to work this time and with some other guy that had the widest laughter lines you’ve ever seen. A classic cowboy—you deemed him as—that looked awfully familiar when you met him in passing at a dinner you didn’t know you were “imposing” in on.

Kate’s words not Javi or the cowboy’s.

The trio were going back and forth to the city, mostly Kate and the cowboy you learned to be named Tyler but once Javi learned you were in the city too? (Apparently Kate found a home in New York also, working in Mahattan after what went down in Oklahoma five years ago.) He had no problem trying to get to you. You learned that Kate didn’t approve of what you two had going on (Javi let it slip one night as he smacked on some chips and you sipping on some terribly made Kombucha around the outside of the usual meet up spot once he touched down in NY), considering that you were engaged to someone else and that someone was slowly rising in the public eye, Patrick Zweig…you may or may not know him.

Tyler did.

To keep it short, this wouldn’t be the first time that you didn’t give a fuck about what Kate Carter had to say about you. Back in college the both of you tried to get along but it’s just the common case of two people not being able to mesh well. You didn’t appreciate how Kate always felt like she was right, sure the girl was crazy intelligent but she didn’t enjoy your sarcasm or want to listen to your opinions on anything, she found your lack of drive for storm chasing to be confusing on why you bothered to hang out with the group when that was their sole connection, and didn’t understand the relationship you had with her boyfriend, Jeb who was actually your friend first and you were the one who introduced them at a party—it was childish sure but even years later you didn’t need her judgment.

Which is why you and Javi were always discreet. Moments with your college friend in the present never felt like enough but reminded you that you often wondered what it would have been like if you had a different ring on your finger given to you by someone else. Javi always made it his mission to take it right off, slamming it in the drawer beside the bed before interlocking his fingers right with yours as he rocked you into the temporary mattress.

That never lasted long since you loved to be on top. Just ask Tyra’s problematic self! And who was Javi to say no, having you above him like this? like the true goddess that loved to be in control, you never left his mind, even when he struggled to keep his eyes open at the rotation of your hips. His fingertips would leave bruises but you never complained, you liked him leaving marks. Javi felt like this should be wrong, of course he cared about you, maybe even more than that, always did but he had his head turned in a different direction once upon a time. He wasn’t sure if your feelings were genuine or just something to pass the time but he was the first person you told that you didn’t want to marry Patrick after accepting his proposal.

People pleasing was never something that you often did so why were you settling for a man who was fucking around with not only his ex but some strangers on tinder? Javi did his research on your fiancé, some tennis athlete that didn’t have the best stats which was odd since it seemed like he was in his prime in college, Javi would give him credit on that, it was evident that this Patrick guy knew how to play yet something was missing in his gameplay. It was also safe to say that Javi didn’t think Patrick was even your type to be honest…but maybe you had other people in your head too much about where you should be in life.

When it was time to have those deep conversations, like you were nineteen again, present you didn’t want to hear it majority of the time with your fingers in his curls and another hand feeling a part of Javi that was always ready for you. Javi always cursed himself for folding every time you got your hands on him, he wanted to know what was going to become of this relationship but he couldn’t help it.

A piece of your heart was okay for a little while.

There was something about you that he never wanted to let go. You weren’t with the crew when that tornado touched down in Oklahoma that day, you got into an argument with Jeb that day for putting you on the back burner for their project, and as usual Javi checked in on you the best that he could since he was also part of the experiment. You brushed it off like you always did, tired of being the main one to put your frustrations out there; since you were basically the black sheep to the group and clocked into your shitty part time job with Javi promising that he would come check you out once they were done out there. The aftermath of it all also whipped through the friendship that was once there. There was tension no doubt, misdirected anger of course, your unresolved feelings for Jeb, Javi wishing he could have been at two places at once—as if he could have saved his friends from something so destructive with just his two hands. Kate became a ghost, you actually didnt have much to say to her like you thought you would, she was a walking frostbite, with a limp so prominent, disconnected, and leaving a numbing coldness trail behind her everywhere she went the longer she stayed in Oklahoma. It was sad because you knew she had to witness it all and that would forever haunt her.

Unfortunately that bitterness gave you joy. Javi dropped out of college but you kept at it, to distract you from the what if’s along with the great loss and when he thought the military was his best option, you tried to beg him to stay with a kiss that wasn’t the answer to your shared pain. He’s done the dissociating shit before as a way of grieving, he just hoped that you being with him now wasn’t your way of escaping whatever you were still running from.

Storm chasing wasn’t really your thing, don’t think you didnt try but Kinesiology and bull riding was more of your passion. Javi liked to trace and kiss those scars on your body because of that old hobby when you allowed him to hold you afterwards but he had them memorized just like you with his freckles. Yet you still kept coming around which really confused Kate but you got along with everyone else for the most part. The dance parties and stick and poke tattoos with Addy, the 150 questions the hypochondriac Praveen had for you about body horror stories he caught himself reading and watching! And wanting to know what proper care he would have (as if you were suddenly a doctor and not a kinesiology major) to take if that ever happened to him—getting struck by lighting wasn’t enough to get him to stop storm chasing but it was his life and he lived it how he wanted, and then there was Jeb. You used to be able to catch each other’s eyes from across the room and send each other ridiculous facial expressions before carrying on and eventually finding each other later. The shift in your friendship changed once you got left outside of the team. You began to connect with party-man Javi once Jeb started to slip away and build something more with Kate.

It’s always funny how that works out in friend groups isn’t it?

Coming in sync was always something you made your priority. Knowing Javi’s ticks and studying not only his face but his body always made you kick it up a notch, just crossing a boundary that you knew he would try to tap out but you proved to know his body better than he did himself and Javi honestly wanted to hate you for it but couldn’t.

He didn’t think anybody could lock you down—not even your fiancé—and it was something he always thought of when you put your back to him and let him to hold you while you briefly checked your phone.

No new messages from the Fiancé!

Javi peeped.

This Patrick guy didn’t give a fuck about you, just liked having a place to rest his head in instead of his car that you probably paid majority of the rent on. That’s right, Javi always remembered your blabbering once you had too many aperol spritz and what seemed to open you up more on a personal level lately.

“Want something from the café downstairs?” You asked, turning your phone face down to peek back at Javi who was still panting.

Javi slowly blinked, lifting his head in search of the alarm clock to find out what time it is.

[1:40 am]

You were making it your mission to try everything at least once on the menu every time Javi flew in. It was your usual hotel with a delicious café and you just about finished everything on the lunch and dinner menu except for two items that didn’t seem that appetizing to you. This time around you snuck up behind Javi and his laptop while he was downstairs about to dig into one of the dinners he wouldn’t share with you at one of the high rise tables…you were onto the breakfast menu.

He slips his free arm to caress the bone by your ear, “I want you.”

You snort, “I’ll give you another round when you can handle it, preferably in the shower since I’m meeting the girls at 8 for hot yoga. Breakfast can come as early as 6.”

The freckled face man fought the urge to roll his eyes at this. Since when the hell were into hot yoga of all things? The rough around the edges person seemed to be morphed into something else but Javi knew you were still in there somewhere. Don’t get him wrong, Yeah people grow and you’re into what you want to be into but he would have never guessed you hanging out doing yoga or brunch or even having a routine. Maybe axe throwing but he guessed he better be thankful for the yoga since you seemed to be more flexible every time the both of you tried a new position.

Javi tossed in, “is your bitch of a soon to be husband, Patrick joining in on that session?”

You quirk up a brow at this energy but don’t work to defend him, “…never mix business with pleasure.”

Which meant that you never brought multiple parties into your relationship together. He did his thing and you did yours. Patrick was never faithful to you, you knew it and Javi knew it too, you couldn’t be upset about it because you never truly wanted to marry him. There was no wedding date set because frankly the both of you were still young and trying to figure it out. It was selfish since you were still holding out hope that Patrick will actually make something of himself but you both weren’t sure if you even liked each other besides having nightcaps or getting people off your backs when you were seen together. The both of you were lonely, him more than you—if you wanted to make it a competition but it’s what worked and it didn’t need to make sense. It just made Patrick’s family (who were a lot to handle and always kept referring to two of his exes before you in front of you) happy that he had a “stable” person in his life for once and it got your parents off your back—some—but not without their own sly comments.

“Is that what your relationship is?”

You shrug, “yeah.”

“And what about us?”

You turn your face away to reach for the card, “i think you’ll like the BLT French toast or even the prosciutto toast—

He nudges your face back to meet his sunlit honey eyes and there wasn’t an ounce of humor in them. “Listen, I’m serious. We got too much history to keep downplayin’ this. I’m moving back to Miami by the end of the summer and I just want to know how much longer we’re gonna keep doing this. Is this only just sex for you or what?”

Javi’s thumb burns into your skin now and his stare is sharp. You try not to get lost in his eyes and the tightness in your chest isn’t the most pleasant. You’re scared and have been scared before with Jeb but there’s no risk without action. Or whatever it is they say.

“…if you’re in love with me, just say that.”

Javi blinks, “What I know is that you won’t be marrying Patrick Twig—

“That’s not—

“I’m not done.”

Javi ignores the tilt of your head at his command, “You’re better than this and I know you see that when you look in the mirror. Maybe you didn’t fully heal yet and that’s not me tryin’ to disrespect you or nothing but I’m just callin’ it like I see it. I could give you the world besides just this or shit, as least try to but only if that’s what you want because I know what you need and it definitely ain’t a bozo who can’t even take care of what he thinks is his.”

You can always count on Javier Rivera to tell you exactly how it is. He was on your case about your feelings for Jeb just like you were with his with Kate but that all changed once the two started dating. It would have made sense for the both of you to gravitate towards each other then but the need to compensate for what you both missed out on wasnt fulfilling that void with forced love. It was platonic then but what was it now?

“…Do you think I’m yours?”

Javi puffs out a breath at this, “respectfully, imma need you to stop answering me with questions and just be honest with yourself and me. I don’t know how much longer I can keep holding out.”

“But you don’t, not unless I say so anyways.” You wink reaching to caress the back of his shoulder blade but Javi isn’t budging, which makes you sigh, “…okay fine. I hear you, you don’t want to be in a situationship with me anymore.”

Javi nods and awaits for you to say more but the glazed over look in your eyes, tells him that you’re trying to get out of this and he won’t lie, it stings.

“Here’s the thing,” you start with an intake of breath, “you’re right, I’m probably never going to marry Patrick. We’re equally each other’s placeholders, as fucked up as it sounds it’s true. As for this…”

Javier swallows the lump in his throat, just waiting on you to break his heart.

“You’re not the first person to pull this. It’s not my first rodeo…and no that doesn’t mean I’ve been with anyone else outside of you. I wouldn’t do that, not to you. You’re too important.” You admit, “and if we’re gonna do this…I just need you to be patient with me.”

A grin splits onto Javi’s face then, “so that does mean you love me?!”

“…I didn’t say all that.”

He smooches your cheek multiple times that makes your nose crinkle, “you didn’t have to, I can just tell.”

“How?” You ask as he rests his head back on the cloud-like pillow beside yours.

Javi hums, “I’m real in touch with my feminine side you know? Raised by my mom and aunties, got a sister that really wants to meet you—

“Huh? What?”

“Baby steps though,” Javi promises seeing the smidge of panic in your eyes, “I just need more confirmation that you’re going to try this with me. And that you’re not gonna run away since that is kinda what we all do.”

It was your turn to be vulnerable like Javi knew you could be. So you turn to face Javi, face to face and take a moment. “…I can’t say that I’m not scared and not of you but just the idea of actually being loved more than the intimacy and I’m sure you’re more than capable of giving that to me…it’s just that I get in my head a lot.”

Javi nods, “well it’s okay to be scared…Rome wasnt built in a day. We’ve been diligent—

“What if this doesn’t work—

“Nah, we’re not gonna back out when we just started.” Javi slips his hands down to clasp your hands in his, “We keep going, we love, we share—

“Just like your sandwich last night?”

Javi snorts, “we’re all works in progress, don’t hold that against me, baby.” He pecks your hands while you laugh a little, “we do what feels right and I got to ask, does this feel right to you as it does for me?”

You press your forehead against his, “every time I’m with you it does…as much as I try to block you out when we’re away from each other…I can’t. I wont.”

Javi pulls back to kiss your forehead, “bet. Feelings mutual and i just needed to hear you say it so…now that we’re on the same page…go ahead and order me that prosciutto and meet me in the shower.”

He’s kicking the covers back as you sit up on your elbow, “I’m not debating over which asscheek of yours is bigger than the other again.”

Javi sucks his teeth as leans against the doorway of sliding bathroom door in all his naked glory, “you pointed that out, I just wanted to know if the freckles on my left asscheek were also shaped like a palm tree like the ones on my chest.”

Scrunching up your nose, you hold your hand up in the air as if that defense was any better. Javi’s laughter suddenly turns dark as he takes in your appearance and slowly steps back as something stands to your attention.

��So…you joinin’ me or are you just going to continue watching the show?” He points behind himself, slowly stepping back.

Sighing you fold your arms back behind you, “ah…I’ll think about it finster.”

Javi sucks his teeth, stomping right back into the room to yank the tight hotel sheets back from the bed making you hiss at the coolness of the AC. “No way you just compared me to a rugrat.”

He pulls you right into his arms, limbs locking around him easily as you toy with the ends of his curls as he spins you around to lead you right into the bathroom, “did I?” You tease, bumping your nose against his before pulling back, “wait! You didn’t let me order.”

“Guess we’re skipping breakfast now and you might be late to yoga, sorry not sorry.” He mutters before slamming his lips right against yours.

Your thighs alone clench right around his hips as Javi slips his tongue along the shape of your lips while feeling around for the shower latch.

This time around, as sure as you are of the racing of your heart, you’re willing to let Javi lead this round…for now.

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read more twisters anthology fics here.

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The one with Jack not wearing his suit (Jack out of his uniform)

Music and clip bits in this video:

1. Greg J Walker - All of You (Duet)

2. Monty Norman Orchestra - James Bond (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)

3. David Hasselhoff - Baywatch Theme Song

4. Alannah Myles - Black Velvet

5. Henry Mancini - The Pink Panther Theme

6. Johannes Brahms - Lullaby

7. Wimbledon Tennis Theme - Purple and Green

8. Marvin Gaye - Let's Get It On (instrumental)

9. Mic Lowry - Tuxedo

10. Derek Fiechter - Cobra Desert

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TMP/Magnus Kickstarter Update

Hi all! We just got a huuuuge Kickstarter update, and I thought I'd share the TL;DR that we (the mods of Statement Remains) put together to give people a hand navigating it!

TMP News - The digital premiere will be available on October 22nd for backers at the Archival Assistant level and above, and for Knight & Noble Patreons. - It will include a preview of The Magnus Protocol pilot episode and some exclusive bonus content. - The audio of the preview episode, without the extra content, will be released to KS backers at the Researchers level and above on 31st October.

- There will be a post-premiere livestream on Twitch with cast and crew, sometime after the 31st

- All the pre-launch previews will be exclusive to backers and patrons, but the official debut (in January 2024) will have new content not seen in the previews (including the full orchestral debut)

- The double length pilot episode releases Jan 2024, with a weekly release schedule following (and a 2 week break every 10 episodes)

- They are currently finalising script drafts for season 1, writing for seasons 2 and 3, doing primary recordings for episodes, and editing the Pilot episode

Casting Announcements - Meet Alice Dyer, played by Seer Pink (they/them). You may know Seer from streaming/tiktok -- this is their RQ debut! - Meet Samama Kahlid, played by Shahan Hamza (he/him). Shahan has previously played Siva in Trice Forgotten!

Other Castings - Anusia Battersby (she/her) as Gwendolyn Bouchard - Lowri Ann Davies (she/her) as Celia Ripley - Ryan Hopevere-Anderson (he/him) as Colin Becher - Kazeem Tosin Amore (he/him) as Teddy Vaughn - Sarah Lambie (she/her) as Lena Kelley - Ellie Dickens (she/her) as Lady Mowbray - Tim Fearon (he/him) as [ERROR] - Alexander J Newall (he/him) as [ERROR] - Jonathan Sims (he/him) as [ERROR]

There are "multiple returning friends and enemies from The Magnus Archives", but revealing them now would be a spoiler!

Making-Of Documentary - The documentary is well underway! - It will feature candids from meetings, interviews, and video diaries from Jonny and Alex! - The full version will air after the series is concluded, but a teaser segment will be released alongside the premiere!

ARG Updates - Official start date: **15 September**

- Far larger scale than the mini-ARG, featuring both digital and in-person elements - Will feature lots of worldbuilding and exclusive story that will provide an even deeper insight into the world of TMP

- Bookmark https://themagnusprotocolarg.com! This will be the main ARG hub! - Questions about the ARG can go to arg@rustyquill.com. They will not provide hints/help solve the puzzles.

- Important note from the ARG site: Participants of this ARG must be over 18 for legal reasons.

Mic Updates - The Podcast Pro mics are nearly ready to start shipping. They are finalising packaging and etching the finished microphones!

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And a quick note from me on behalf of the SR server! We're currently looking for mods to bolster our team, so that we can feasibly host the ARG solving efforts! If you're interested, you can join the Discord here: https://discord.gg/h6bkdqc5yd

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Hey!! I just thought of this as I was reading the recent requests which I loved (if you're not taking requests anymore, that's fine!!):

Yeosang song fic: Boomerang by MiC Lowry (despite breaking up and dating other guys, you still go back to Yeosang)

Sangyeon with A+ parenting skills (in my head, it's a bit crack-y with him pet-sitting or babysitting your sibling for you for the first time but anything works!)

You can just pick whichever you'd prefer to do - or either if you don't want >.<

Also, I reread BL and BoP (the parts that are out) recently, and they remain amazing so I can't wait for the next part!!

Thank you!!

I decided to do both because I liked both of these ideas 🥺🥺. I'll hopefully be posting Sangyeon's soon, but for now, here's Yeo's!! Also, thank you!! ❤️❤️

Yeosang + Suggestive

Song Inspiration: Boomerang by MiC Lowry

The first place you go to after a breakup shouldn't be an old ex's apartment. Yet, time and time again, you find yourself walking down the same plain hallway and standing outside of the same apartment door anyway. You're not sure if it's because it's a familiar routine or if you actually find comfort in his arms, but your first stop is always Yeosang's apartment.

There's something tantalizing and addicting about your chemistry with Yeosang. He gives you the same feeling as slipping into your most worn pair of sweatpants. They're tailored to your body and they make you feel safe and warm. When you put them on, you feel like you're finally at home.

It's not fair to either of you, but you're helpless to stop it - and Yeosang doesn't seem any more inclined to do it than you. You're not entirely sure what he gets out of your situationship, but he never turns you away. No, he encourages you.

When you knock on his door, you only have to wait a moment until he opens it. When he sees it's you, his eyes rake down your body before they settle back on your face. The two of you wordlessly stare at each other for a beat, and then Yeosang silently moves over and lets you in.

The second you're through the door, he shuts it and backs you up against it. Your lips collide with his and he presses his body into yours. All his hard edges meet your soft curves, and your hands instantly find their way into his hair.

His hands reach down to your thighs, and he taps them. You jump, wrapping your legs around his waist and settling into a more urgent rhythm. You feel his hardness that much more and a soft moan leaves your mouth.

This is why you keep coming back to him.

This is why you'll never be able to break the spell.

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Marie Dahlstrom Releases Video For BBC Radio 1Xtra-Playlisted 'Clouds' ft. Delleile Ankrah

Marie Dahlstrom (@MarieDmusic) Releases Video For BBC Radio 1Xtra-Playlisted 'Clouds' ft. Delleile Ankrah

Danish, London based singer and producer MARIE DAHLSTROM has released the video for new single ‘Clouds’, directed by Lennon Gregory (Poppy Ajudha, Sasha Keable). The new single features vocals from MiC LOWRY’s Delleile Ankrah, was produced by Dan Diggas (Mahalia, Central Cee, M Huncho). Widely known for her irresistible R&B-flecked neo soul, new single ‘Clouds’ bursts with positive affirmations:…

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When a rich man’s son is kidnapped, he cooperates with the police at first but then tries a unique tactic against the criminals. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Tom Mullen: Mel Gibson Katherine Mullen: Rene Russo Det. Jimmy Shaker: Gary Sinise Agent Lonnie Hawkins: Delroy Lindo Maris: Lili Taylor Sean Mullen: Brawley Nolte Clark Barnes: Liev Schreiber Cubby Barnes: Donnie Wahlberg Miles Roberts: Evan Handler Agent Kimba Welch: Nancy Ticotin Agent Jack Sickler: Michael Gaston Agent Paul Rhodes: Kevin Neil McCready David Torres: José Zúñiga Jackie Brown: Dan Hedaya Bob Stone: Allen Bernstein Wallace: Paul Guilfoyle Fatima: Iraida Polanco Roberto: John Ortiz Reporter Guest: A.J. Benza Nelson: Peter Anthony Tambakis Agent Sam: Daniel May Wong News Reporter: Donna Hanover FBI Agent: Anton Evangelista Cop #1: Joe Bacino Cop #2: Carl S. Redding Cop #3: James Georgiades Cop #4: Christian Maelen Cop #5: David Vadim Bank Manager: Michael Countryman Science Fair Coordinator: Cheryl Howard Science Fair Judge: James Ritz Radioman: Craig ‘Radioman’ Castaldo Liquor Store Cop: Joseph Badalucco Jr. Liquor Store Perp: Dell Maara Man at Party: Mike Hodge FBI SWAT Team #1: Mick O’Rourke FBI SWAT Team #2: Henry Kingi Jr. FBI SWAT Team #3: Roy Farfel FBI SWAT Sniper: Lex D. Geddings Don Campbell: Todd Hallowell Film Crew: Director: Ron Howard Screenplay: Richard Price Screenplay: Alexander Ignon Producer: Scott Rudin Original Music Composer: James Horner Director of Photography: Piotr Sobociński Editor: Mike Hill Editor: Daniel P. Hanley Casting: Janet Hirshenson Casting: Jane Jenkins Production Design: Michael Corenblith Art Direction: John Kasarda Costume Design: Rita Ryack Set Decoration: Susan Bode Tyson Second Unit Director: Todd Hallowell Producer: Brian Grazer Stunt Coordinator: Jeff Ward Stunts: Mic Rodgers Stunts: Peter Epstein Stunts: Paul Bucossi Stunts: Gregg Smrz Stunts: Andy Duppin Stunts: Steve Mack Stunts: Don Picard Stunts: Manny Siverio Stunts: Keith Leon Williams Stunts: Elliot Santiago Stunts: Norman Douglass Stunts: Cheryl Wheeler Duncan Stunts: Jophery C. Brown Stunts: Bill Anagnos Stunts: Tim Gallin Stunts: Jim Lovelett Stunts: Janet Paparazzo Stunts: Scott Wilder Stunts: David S. Lomax Pilot: Robert ‘Bobby Z’ Zajonc Pilot: Alan D. Purwin Pilot: Al Cerullo Pilot: Joseph R. Brigham Unit Production Manager: Carl Clifford First Assistant Director: Aldric La’Auli Porter Second Assistant Director: William M. Connor Production Supervisor: Michelle Morrissey Camera Operator: Bruce MacCallum First Assistant Camera: Jay Levy Second Assistant Camera: Christopher Norr Steadicam Operator: Larry McConkey Camera Trainee: Jennifer Stuart Still Photographer: Lorey Sebastian Video Assist Operator: Peter A. Mian Sound Mixer: Danny Michael Boom Operator: Andrew Schmetterling Cableman: Anthony Starbuck Assistant Editor: Guy Barresi Assistant Editor: Richard Friedlander Assistant Editor: Glenn Allen Assistant Editor: Joe Binford Jr. Location Manager: Jan Foster Second Second Assistant Director: Jeffrey T. Bernstein Script Supervisor: Eva Z. Cabrera Production Coordinator: Liz Newman Assistant Production Coordinator: Miriam Schapiro Assistant Production Coordinator: Eric Jacobson Unit Publicist: Julie Kuehndorf Production Accountant: Michael McCormick First Assistant Accountant: Louise DeCordoba Payroll Accountant: Kathy Welch Post Production Accountant: Liz Dykhouse Chief Lighting Technician: Russ Engels Best Boy Electric: Michael F. Burke Electrician: James C. Walsh Electrician: John Smith Electrician: Walter Fricke Jr. Electrician: Robert Connors Electrician: Doug Dalisera Rigging Gaffer: Ken Connors Key Grip: Dennis Gamiello Best Boy Grip: Brian Fitzsimons Dolly Grip: Edward W. Lowry Grip: Michael Finnerty Grip: Martin Lowry Grip: Richard C. Montgomery Jr. Grip: Gerry Lowry Grip: John Ford Rigging Grip: John Lowry Property Master: Tommy Allen Assistant Property Master: Diana Burton Supervising Sound Editor: Anthony J. Ciccolini III Dialogue Editor: Louis Cerborino Dialogue Editor: Bitty O’Sullivan-Smith Dialog...

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Piper Shaw (broadcast team) has pride tape on her mic!

Dave Hakstol and Dave Lowry are wearing little rainbow ribbons on their lapels!

Not sure who on Tumblr might have been there for warmups but I wanted to mention that we definitely had some Kraken joining the Oilers with pride tape on their sticks. 🥹 I saw Yanni Gourde, Alex Wennberg, and Devin Shore, and others saw Oliver Bjorkstrand and Brian Dumoulin. We didn't have a good enough view of warmups in the broadcast to see everyone, but I love how many we COULD see. Thanks, boys 🥹

ETA: Jared McCann and Justin Schultz confirmed!

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MONOPOLY — Armando Aretas [September Prompts] 🩶

A/N: I guess I’m remaining in my Armando writing bag but this was a request from: @dasaniswrlddd & this is mostly a Drabble small work that was also inspired by my boys who’s EP you should check the rest out after reading. It’s only fitting 😉 & you’re welcome!

S/N: the request included Armando dating an older woman, he’s twenty-eight so maybe the reader is thirty-eight? Forty’s? or as old as you are if you’re a older reader lol + mentions of a certain character from the film, “Rebel Ridge,” IYKYK 😉 + a little 🌶️ in there somewhere!

PROMPT IS FROM HERE & I’m using: ¹³⁾ frozen peas pressed against a fresh bruise + ²⁰⁾ rich vanilla perfume.

SYNOPSIS: Armando’s not as good at hiding his feelings for you.

<- read my previous September anthology prompt here.

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when Armando was informed that you got hurt out in Italy, he made it his mission to get on the next flight. AMMO was working on a case that would require them to fly out there by the end of the week so he just went earlier, despite the knowing look detective Mike sent his way.

He knows his son became fond of you quickly once they worked with your team, although Armando tried to hide it, it became obvious to Mike. Watching Armando analyze every move you made with admiration and how you commanded orders within your own team. When your team got involved that meant it was more than serious and Secada always made your team the last option if AMMO needed back up. Things tended to get reckless in the moment but you always made sure to clean up well.

Over the last few years you haven’t been getting your hands as dirty, something Armando overheard you sharing with Secada and Detective Lowrey, having your team do most of the work while you supervised but that didn’t mean you forgot everything that you’ve learned. Which is why you have a dagger jammed up right against Armando’s throat, bag of frozen peas dropped to both of your feet as you had Armando pressed up against the wall of the villa out in Collesano.

“Armando,” you stated, “did you really think it was the best idea to sneak up on me?”

He lowers his raised hands, “that wasn’t really my intent.”

“Find that hard to believe.”

“…so you don’t trust me now?” He questioned while peering at you underneath his eyelashes and brimmed hat.

“I don’t trust anyone.”

Armando exhales at this. He doesn’t take it personal since it was someone on your team that ended up being a rat in the first place. Setting you up to be killed while also murdering one of your members you were closest to in cold blood and the way the rest of your team was ambushed, was the ultimate betrayal so he understood where this was coming from.

“Then why am I not dead yet?” His low voice inquires.

You smirked as you lowered the dagger, “the night is still young.”

Armando can’t help but to roll his eyes as you step back from him but he can’t help but to reach forward and pinch your chin, turning your face to the side as he viewed the damage done to your face first. He feels his jaw tighten at the long scar that traveled from the bottom of your ear to the curve of your jaw. It was the beginning of the symbol of an Italian gang here, blade pulled just right to begin the markings of an, “X,” in cursive but they didn’t get to finish the job.

Yet this would scar in more ways than one.

“Be a doll and grab those peas for me?” Your attempt to bring Armando’s attention elsewhere was noted as his eyes flicked back to yours for a moment, silently telling you that he wanted details and he was going to get them from your mouth instead of Secada’s and Mike’s.

He lowers himself, eyes locked on yours still as he reaches for the frozen bag, “where?”

You take the peas and place them underneath your shirt, where Armando gets a peek of your ribcage wrapped in a white bandage. He exhaled at that, relieved that you actually went to the hospital to get checked out. He knew how much you dreaded those visits.

You’re leaning against the island for support, as you take most of the pressure from standing upright and shift to your right—where there’s no bruising on that side of your ribs. “So…what brings you to Collesano? Did you finally decide that you needed a change of scenery from Miami and Mexico City?”

Armando gives you a deadpan glance as he fires back, “I never would have pictured Italy as a place to live low for you. Tell me, when did you buy this property?”

You scoff, stiffly shifting to grab that hard liquor that’s waiting in the square glass for you. Throwing it back with clenched eyes you respond, “Maybe I’m borrowing it.”

“From who?” Armando crossed his arms, “Terry?” He almost spits out the man’s name, which makes you quirk up a brow.

You start, “I’m not…doing this with you tonight so if you came here to brood or whatever—I’m not here for it.”

Armando stepped to you then, “I came here to be with you, no bullshit. Got here as fast as I could. Something the other guy isn’t even here doing.”

Sighing you dip your head as Armando has his heated stare locked only on you, “…while I appreciate that…I can take care of myself, thank you. I’m grown.”

“That you are,” Armando unapologetically scans his eyes over your frame before settling comfortably back on your face, “but there’s nothing wrong with letting someone in from time to time.”

“You should take your own advice, Aretas.” You huffed, as you searched his eyes, making him blink his own stare away as he rubbed at his beard in annoyance.

He was aware of what you were getting at. You’ve been around to see his interactions with Detective Mike Lowrey, even worked with him and Marcus previously when you first got your team together. Mike was certainly a ladies man and was damn good at his job…a little sloppy at times but as well as you knew Mike, you genuinely believed if he knew about Armando, he would have made an effort to be there even if it was painfully awkward. That was a conversation that was just as old as Armando’s opinion on “the other guy,” you were legally married to.

That’s right, you were technically spoken for.

To keep it simple it was a MACP thing really and a story for a different time!

“Yeah well clearly the both of us have the patience.” He states, his gaze going back to the scar on your face, “I’ll be back.”

Sarcastically you say, “aw but you just got here!”

Armando snorts as he starts backing away, “don’t worry mami, I’m not goin’ too far but try not to miss me too much.”

He winks.

“Oh, Please.” You scoff, turning to pour yourself another shot.

When Armando returns, it really wasn’t that long as you just managed to sit yourself up at the high chair by the island counter. That was a a job within itself thanks to your bruised ribs and you knew you could have easily picked one of the many couches in this villa, preferably the two seat sofa that’s right by the open window next to the kitchen but of course you liked to be difficult.

The hairs on the back of your neck stand up as you feel Armando’s hands dig into your tense shoulders from behind. He gets a light whiff of your vanilla perfume, it’s usually potent—rich—enough that it lingers in the air whenever you’re near. Right now it’s faint but it still makes him want to trail his nose up the slope of your neck.

“Hey,” he begins, “let’s get you cleaned up.”

Looking over your shoulder, the exhaustion has settled on your face and in that moment it almost shocks Armando that you don’t put up a fight. He holds onto your hand as you take your time getting down from the chair, a firm but gentle hold goes around your waist as he leads the way to the full bath he managed to find on the first level of the home.

The water is steaming and just what you needed. Armando was always onto you and knew the moment he caught sight of you tonight, he no problem providing. You manage to peel your clothes off and Armando’s concern is all over his face once he gets to see the black, blue, and purple bruises with your back turned to him. Those weren’t the only ones on your beautiful body but the ones on your ribs were the most upsetting.

He regains his composure, springing forward to help lower you into the water, head going right back against the pillow along the tub. Your eyes are closed and he almost coached you to sleep, running the pad of his thumb against the apple of your cheek. He was falling deep and he only had himself to blame if you ever broke his heart.

Part of him believes you won’t.

This has been going on long enough for Armando to have faith in whatever this was. Even when he was locked up, your connection never seemed to falter. Call him a fool but Armando was certain he’s never felt this kind of a way about anybody before you.

He’ll cater to you and sure you’ll give him a hard time, initially finding it all fun and dangerous games at first but that all shifted pretty quickly although in Armando’s mind, it felt like forever for you to admit your truth.

That you were feeling him more than you wanted to too. Which is why you allowed him to stay with you, help you bathe and briefly come to terms with what all transpired, even if you tried to block it out.

Even when you laid on top of him afterwards in one of the foreign bedrooms, he didn’t let go of you as you listened to the thud of his heartbeat and he took on the weight of you, all of it because he loved you—even if you didn’t want to hear him say it.

You felt it then and even more now that he came all this way for you.

The both of you wouldn’t be getting any sleep due to past traumas but that was left in the dark of the room. There’s buzzing that fills the heavy silence, you reach out clicking on the phone to silence it before flipping it back over.

“That could be important.” Armando mumbled.

‘Could be your husband,’ He thinks to himself.

You sniff, shifting to rest your chin onto the back of your hand, “Nothing else is important right now.”

“Yeah?” Armando quizzes, tucking his own chin to look at you, heart beating even harder now underneath your hands.

Wincing you lean forward, lips hovering over his, “Yeah.”

That was all the confirmation Armando needed as he moves to cradle your head and quickly places his lips right on yours. There’s a sigh of relief that escaped your lips as you both go into a battle trying to take the lead, which makes you laugh and a usual faint dimple appear on one side of Armando’s cheek. It’s when his tongue touches yours and he gets a nice grip on your ass with both hands that the humor fizzles away.

Armando’s attentive as you slowly take your place on top, hands gripping your hips against the silk night slip that you’re in now. “You sure you should be—

He starts but one move, has his hold digging into your hips, his head thrown back while biting down on his bottom lip. A laugh escapes your lips and Armando has to peek at you while he soaks in the real feel of you, your hair is a curtain around your face shape and the smirk on your face picks at his ego but he can’t complain and say he isn’t fond of this position.

“What was that?” You tease, “Don’t worry about me baby, I got you.”

Armando has to remind himself to breathe and you haven’t moved yet. His suddenly damp hands slip against the material of your nightwear, but he had to watch as he slides it back. That image alone makes a grunt spill from his lips and that’s enough to let you continue but Armando is always ready for your games.

When you separate just enough, he gains leverage himself, angling his own hips upwards while choosing to guide your hips downwards this time, erupting a pretty noise from your mouth. It’s his turn to smirk up at you, when you snap your attention back to his eyes while you fall over. Your elbows are beside his head now since sitting upright wouldn’t work at this time and especially with Armando’s own move he just pulled.

“Hi.” He smiles at you.

You scowl, “pendejo.”

That scowl releases when he places a lingering kiss right above where your new scar is. Gently he flips you both over and gazed at you so lovingly that some might say it was too much to bear.

It’s a pecking fight between your lips while Armando is on his knees but you can fight dirty when you want to and that gets him to move against you. Rocking you into the bed and loving you properly just like you knew he could.

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Continue with my September anthology prompts here.

[luciochaves]

MiC LOWRY, H33RA - Creepin'

[newleasemusic]

OUT TODAY: Marie Dahlstrom Shares Single, 'Clouds' Featuring Delleile Ankrah.

OUT TODAY: @MarieDmusic Shares Single, 'Clouds' Featuring Delleile Ankrah.

Danish, London based singer and producer MARIE DAHLSTROM has enlisted MiC LOWRY’s Delleile Ankrah for a new single ‘Clouds’ – the first new music to be heard since her 2021 EP ‘Safe Place’. Widely known for her irresistible R&B-flecked neo soul, new single ‘Clouds’ bursts with positive affirmations: “I keep telling myself / every day I wake up in the morning – I got it”, as Marie and Delleile…

[batmanbeyondrocks]

Mic Lowry's cover of the Usher and Alicia Keys song my boo

MiC LOWRY - @miclowry

[princessmisery666]

Can I have a song from every playlist please? Ignore my previous ask!

Hey 👋🏻 babe 💜 okay you asked for it….

No pressure but I am unhealthily obsessed with Mic Lowry 💜💜💜

If these songs doesn’t spark anything feel free to ask for another 😎

Daily Mix Challenge - open until 30th May 2021

[princessmisery666]

Everybody Wants To Rule the World - Tommy Vext

Forever (with 6LACK) - Jessie Reyez

Sober - Bad Wolves

Hollywood’s Bleeding - Tommy Vext

Run it Back - William Singe

100% Pure Love - Years & Years

Tell Me Now - MiC LOWRY

Clouds - Marie Dahlstrom

Remember When - Bad Wolves

Heartbeat - Shawn Mendes

No pressure tags: @justagirlinafandomworld @deanwinchesterswitch @writercole @cockslutpadalecki @firefly-in-darkness @fangirlxwritesx67 @navybrat817

Music Tag Game

Rules: Shuffle your “on repeat” playlist from Spotify/the music service of your choice and post the first 10 tracks.

Thank you for the tag, @blue-aconite! ❤️ If you couldn’t tell, I recently saw MJ: The Musical on Broadway. 😂

Smooth Criminal - Michael Jackson

Can You Feel It? - The Jacksons

Danger Zone - Kenny Loggins

I Got a Line on You - Spirit

Beat It - Michael Jackson

CUFF IT - Beyoncé

Bittersweet Symphony - The Verve

I Ain’t Worried - OneRepublic

Give Me Just One Night (Una Noche) - 98 Degrees

Used To Have It All - FÄIS, AFROJACK

No pressure tags: @aimmyarrowshigh @starlight-and-seafire @imjess-themess @writercole @wildbornsiren @princessmisery666 @bradshawsbaby @luminousnotmatter

[glossedchaos]

tagged by my love @darkrosekuwonu

Rules: List 5 of your favorite bands using only gifs and then tag 5 people

tagging: @ethnicgirlphases @zabdielmuch @1-800-chosen-jacobs @maraonmars @starlerd