#mike lowery

[ghettogirly]

headcanons for armando where his gf is like the total opposite of him? super bubbly, outgoing, friendly 😭 like grumpy x sunshine

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𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍!

𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬! <𝟑

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𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

-> theme: grumpy x sunshine w/ drabble

-> warnings: slight mention of childhood issues?

-> authors note: woiiiii, this is a good request! hope you enjoy!!

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-> you both have COMPLETELY different personalities.

-> armando is not a man of many words, only speaking when it’s necessary, preferring silence.

-> he never openly interacted with people unless he needed to.

-> so when people found out that your boyfriend was THE Armando Aretas, it was fair to say that they were confused.

-> i think you both were even confused with how this happened because how do two completely opposite people, cross paths?

-> you knew of his father because he is THE mike lowery, a respectable police officer in the force.

-> however, you was just a silly assistant, so when you delivered coffee to the team during their group meeting, you caught his eye.

-> you had this doll look to you, like you’re too precious to touch. which was definitely the opposite of his look.

-> and ever since then, he always looked out for you.

-> whether it was helping you do your errands around the office or dropping you home once he saw you walking down the street one day.

-> so when people found out about your dynamic with each other, they were SHOCKED.

-> even mike had a “what the fuck” type look on his face.

-> you was so friendly, always talking to people with big balls of energy. always being the one who saw the good in people, sometimes a bit naive but a positive person nevertheless.

-> he was the grump and you was the ray of sunshine.

-> it never would’ve been foreseeable for Armando to even have the patience to deal with someone like you, but, he did.

-> people judged you even for talking, let alone, dating the man.

-> everyone saw him as the mean, cold hearted, ruthless killer. but you was different, you saw him completely different.

-> to you, he was your sweetheart.

-> he hated that nickname. he never understood why she used it. thinking it was childish.

-> until one day, armando and you was lying down im their shared bed, your hands running through his hair as he hummed in pleasure.

-> “¿Por qué siempre me llamas cariño?”

-> The girl paused for a moment, before parting her lips and replying, “you’ve been through so much and besides all of that you still have a soft spot for people, wanting that little boy inside to be loved and have a stable family.”

-> that stuck with him.

-> she became the light in that dark world he was once in, always counting on her to bring him up whenever he felt himself going back down that dark path.

-> “soy yo y tú contra el mundo, mi amor.”

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[🕷️] 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

“soy yo y tú contra el mundo, mi amor.”: It’s me and you against the world, my love.

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𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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[fictionalreads]

Do You Feel The Way My Past Aches? Part 1

A/N: Hey y'all! I know I said I would have this out a while ago but....clearly that didn't happen. NOT FOR LACK OF TRYING THOUGH! This just didn't want to be written. Not gonna lie it's pretty heavy on info dumping but when I tried to take some of it out, it didn't flow right. So this is just a little intro to set up the story, give you some background. Hope you guys like it!

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Armando Aretas x Original Female Character

Fandom: Bad Boys Movies

Summary: Armando Aretas was 13 when he found out a life altering family secret. His discovery led him down a different path than he expected, changing the course of his life. Now a famous boxer, he searches for the truth that was hidden from him, the family he was denied.

Armando was thirteen when he found out the man who had been raising him wasn’t his father. Benitos Aretas, his mother’s husband, was lying in a hospital bed. Machines hooked up to him at various points of his body. His mother was in the cafeteria grabbing a small bite to eat after being in this hospital room all day as they had been for the past week.

Armando himself was sitting in a corner, working on his homework when the man spoke to him. “Armando, come here.” Armando, not wanting to invoke the man’s temper, stood immediately and sat in the chair next to the bed that his mother had occupied all week. He was unsure what the man could possibly want from him. He had done his best to stay out of the way and anything he wanted, he would get from the nurses and not Armando.

“I won’t be here much longer and I think it’s time you knew the truth.” This piqued his interest, turning his faux interest into genuine curiosity. As far as he knew, his parents had been forthcoming with him his entire life. “I’m not your father. I can’t have kids. Your mother thinks I’m stupid enough to believe her nonsense about it being a miracle from the gods but I know she whored herself out to her not so secret lover.”

Normally Armando would lash out against the man’s name calling, but his mind was reeling. He couldn’t say the feeling coursing through him was surprise. It was closer to relief and understanding. Understanding of why the man he had believed to be his father had always been so hard on him and disapproving of everything he’d done. He had been raising his wife’s kid she had with her lover. Relief because it meant he wasn’t necessarily doomed to have a father that hated him, he could have one that actually liked him.

And didn’t that make him feel guilty when the man who fed and clothed him, kept him safe and made sure he was taken care of, died not even eight hours later.

After that, he’d hinted at the fact that he knew Aretas wasn’t his father only once around his mother. She’d pretended not to hear him, but he’d seen the way her shoulders tensed. It was clear she wouldn’t tell him anything about his real father, she’d probably take the secret to her grave. He had taken his frustration to a local gym, pounding his anger out on a punching bag. It was there that a boxing coach took notice of him.

Alejandro “Jandro” Martinez was the owner of Pinchazo, a recreational boxing gym. Jandro had been a low-level runner for the cartel but his family connections to it had led to him knowing more than someone in his position should know. Which meant when he was picked up for a drug charge at nineteen and some overzealous cop trying to make a name for himself tried to make him give up information, he had to keep his mouth shut or end up dead. His loyalty to the cartel cost him ten years of his life but it earned him respect, respect he used to decline the cartel’s offer of a higher position and instead ask a favor. After spending time in lockup he decided he was done with that life and wanted to give others the chance to stay away from it. So he opened his gym and in exchange for turning a blind eye when certain people needed to use it after hours, any kid that associated with his gym was left alone.

It’s for that reason he was concerned when he saw Armando Aretas walk in his gym for the first time.

Aretas was the son of a man who had a sizable drug empire that would no doubt be passed on to him when he was ready now that the man had died. For a week, he simply watched to see what the boy was doing in his gym. He had a sloppy form but he held potential, his hits fueled by anger. What caught his attention though, was the lack of recruiting. He had assumed the boy would be trying to get new faces to join his operations, but he only ever punched a bag and left, never talking to anyone.

After that initial week, Jandro was too curious to let it go on. He approached him, “Your back foot needs to be raised.”

“What?”

“Your back foot. Raise it to be on your toes. It should twist as you throw the punch.”

The boy followed the advice and noticed the difference in his punch. “Thanks.”

“Why are you here?”

“Excuse me?”

“You have to know this gym is off limits to the cartel. Your old man was the first one to agree to my terms. So why are you here?”

“I am not my father’s son.” Jandro didn’t know just how true that statement was at the time but he could feel the genuine hatred rolling off the boy in waves.

He took a chance and coached the boy whenever he came in. Initially it was just to help him with his form, maybe redirect some of that anger, but as they worked Jandro saw the raw talent Armando held. He offered him a set training time, real coaching and local fights in the boxing world with the agreement that he’d stay away from his family business and never bring it to the gym.

Armando was intrigued by the possibilities. When he first went into the gym he’d just been trying to blow off some steam, but when Jandro started giving him pointers and spending time working with him he began to really love the sport. He spent all his free time either in the gym or studying old matches to improve his own technique. He had never imagined it could lead to this and he quickly agreed to Jandro’s terms.

His mother wasn’t so enthusiastic.

She told him he wasn’t allowed to continue and needed to focus on getting ready to take over his father’s empire. She wanted him to start listening in on meetings and understanding their business. When he pointed out Benito Aretas hadn’t actually been his father and therefore he had no empire to take over, she quietly fumed. He clearly knew the truth and denying it would only make her look foolish, something she vowed to never allow again. Acknowledging the truth wasn’t an option either as she would then open herself to questions from him about his biological father.

So she said nothing and he continued training with Jandro.

She never stopped him from going to the gym, knowing it would only push him further away, but she never supported it either. She never came to any of his matches, never celebrated his wins, not even when he got a sponsorship from a local brewery the day he turned 18. Maybe she figured he would grow out of it or that he’d eventually turn to the family business but unfortunately for her, his love for the sport only grew and soon he was making waves in the sport. 

Which led him to where he is now.

At twenty-six years old he was a big name in the boxing world, making enough money to live comfortably and then some. It was a point of pride for him as his mother had made it clear he would not be living off her money if he continued to refuse the work she did. When he first started making money from his matches, he started saving as much as he could. It wasn’t much and he’d had to live on Jandro’s couch for about a year, but he’d made it through. He had turned his back on his mother’s drug regime a long time ago and he’d refused to go crawling back to her.

Jandro’s hand on his shoulder brought him out of his thoughts. “Estas listo para esto?”

Armando nodded, feigning more confidence than he felt. He grabbed his bag from the jet they had flown on and began to make his way to the front to deboard when Jandro grabbed his arm again. 

“Oye, pase lo que pase, siempre estaré de tu lado.” Jandro said the words clearly, making sure to maintain eye contact.

If there was one thing Armando was sure of, it was that Jandro would be there for him. The man had been acting as his father figure practically since they met. He supported his dreams, pushed him to reach them, held him when it got to be too much and celebrated his wins with him. He’d taken care of him when his mother was too angry at his refusal to join the drug game. He trusted the man more than anyone else in his life, and he knew if things went sideways, he would still have Jandro there.

And everything crashing around him was a definite possibility because after years of searching, he’d found his biological father. 

At least he hoped. There were no official records, only hearsay he had managed to piece together once he’d found his mother’s biological family, which had been another thing she’d lied about. She’d told him she was an orphan with no family left when she met Benitos Aretas, but the truth was that she left her family because they weren’t interested in a life of crime. He had three aunts that welcomed him into their fold with zero hesitation. When he mentioned wanting to find his biological father, they told him stories of a man his mother had been involved with at the same time that Aretas was courting her. They didn’t know much, just that he was American, black and handsome. For a while they thought he might convince her to leave Aretas, but one day he’d disappeared and she refused to speak about him anymore. Next thing they knew she was married and no longer speaking to them.

His Tia Arianna had found a picture of his parents together and had given it to him. He made a couple copies of the picture and used them to try and track the man down. It hadn’t been easy but he’d finally gotten a name. Mike Lowery, a decorated detective from Miami. It didn’t match with the name his tias had given him, but he couldn’t deny the file he’d been given by a private investigator. It was definitely him. He had a feeling he knew what the name difference was about but he’d wait to get the story from the man himself. His first order of business was to find the man and find out if he knew about him or not.

Armando took a deep breath to calm the million thoughts and scenarios racing through his mind. “I know,” he finally responded to Jandro. He put his shades on, grabbed his bag and made his way off the plane. “Hagámoslo.”

A/N: What do we think? I love hearing your feedback on my stories. Drop a comment, like or reblog💙 If you wanna be tagged just let me know.

Translations:

Estas listo para esto- You ready for this?

Oye, pase lo que pase, siempre estaré de tu lado. - Hey, no matter what I’m always in your corner.

Hagámoslo - Let’s do it

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[mrfboy]

Ireland by Mike Lowery

[bookishpixiereads]

One Star Wonders: The Worst Reviews of the World’s Greatest Places collected & illustrated by Mike Lowery

⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️/5 Stars

Book 10/60 for 2023

Thanks to NetGalley and to Andrews McMeel Publishing for the eARC. My opinions are my own.

This is such a fun, giftable, coffee table-esque book.

Do you follow @goodreads_reviews on Instagram? It’s an account that collates funny and ridiculous one-star book reviews from GoodReads. That’s basically what this book is except it’s about famous landmarks, natural and man-made, and ridiculous one-star reviews about them.

In the introduction, Lowery talks about how he always checks the reviews for places that he intends to visit during his travels, but generally the 4 and 5-star reviews. And then he started reading the 1-star reviews. And sometimes they are about valid issues with maybe a tour guide or something, but this book is about the 1-star reviews that are given to something like the Grand Canyon itself!

The book covers 87 places, each illustrated by the author, with one real 1-star review apiece. For example, someone gave Mt. Everest 1 star because they wouldn’t let this person drive up the mountain!

The illustrations are charming and the reviews are sadly, hilarious. Quick and breezy, it’s something you can leave on your coffee table and you and your guests will be delighted to flip through this.

One Star Wonders is out now!!

[kyletwebster]

Hi, Friends – Join me for a 35-minute FREE Zoom conversation with one of my favorite artists/authors, Mike Lowery. The date will be this Tuesday, March 7th at 5pm, EST (2pm, PST).

Zoom Link Here

Mike and I will discuss a range of topics:• Building a great portfolio• Drawing from imagination• Pros and cons of freelancingWe will also chat about Mike’s new course:

Getting Paid to Draw.

I have participated in Mike’s courses in the past and he is a great teacher who really knows how to connect with his students and bring out the best in them. In fact, over 30,000 students have taken Mike’s illustration courses.We may even be doing some live drawing during this short session!You’re welcome to ask questions during the call– we will have time set aside for open Q&A.

Save the Zoom Link

I almost never do open Zooms, and it’s even more rare that I have somebody as accomplished as Mike joining me. I think you will enjoy this conversation and get some good info out of it.A bit more about MikeMike Lowery is a New-York-Times bestselling Illustrator who has worked on dozens of books for children and adults. He’s also the author of many books including Random Illustrated Facts and The Everything Awesome series from Scholastic books. He has worked for the New York Times, Disney, Nick Jr., and lots of other amazing clients.

Again, more info on Mike’s new class is here (only a few days left to register)

I hope you’ll join us for some illustration conversation this Tuesday at 5pm, EST (2pm, PST).

Save the Zoom Link

Kyle

[ashesbijoux]

Title: Somthing Flying

Skillshare class: “Always Drawing: 7 Creative Exercises to Jumpstart Your Sketchbook” https://www.skillshare.com/en/classes/always-drawing-7-creative-exercises-to-jumpstart-your-sketchbook/277788556

Instructor: Mike Lowery

Experience:

I have always wanted to attempt a drawing of Lapuda, Castle in the Sky. There are definitely things I would do differently on a subject matter like this in the future. My favorite thing about this is ...that I actually did it after thinking about it for years. I learned a lot in this drawing and it was exciting to see it come together.

[thatssonanii]

I still don't understand why they didn't have Mike marry Rita🙄🙄

[pqk-jhonsy001]

By Mike Lowery

[annevousmontretout]

Totalement fan du travail de ce mec ! 🤩

SKETCHBOOK DOODLES BOOK

The awesome folks at #blurbbooks have asked me to put together a little book for them and I immediately said yes.  I’ve been using them for years to print my promo books that I take with me to meetings or trade shows.  Here’s a recent one I made with them:

Since I already had a recent portfolio book, I decided I’d go through my sketchbooks to find all of the random doodle pages.  Over the next few days I’ll be compiling those together into a little book that I’ll print through Blurb.  If you’re not familiar with Blurb, the print on-demand books!  Their quality is excellent (I’m really picky about paper and color!).

So, today I spent the morning scanning in tons of pages from my sketchbooks.

[musicmags]

[ghettogirly]

Hi, I hope you are doing well. I was thinking Armando x Reader. Where Reader and Armando are with Mike and Marcus driving on the road and Reader decided to do a prank where she places a fart bag that releases the stinch under Marcus seat. Reader is pranking everyone and it pops open and Mike was going crazy, Marcus was making faces and Armando was turning red and saying curse words in Spanish and English and is holding his nose. Reader was dying laughing and at the end told them it was a prank. Marcus and Mike look stunned while Armando was devastated.

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐖!

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐗 𝐀𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐘𝐀𝐇 (𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐂)

-> synopsis: where aaliyah decides to prank the team with a little fart spray… not a great idea.

-> format: drabble.

-> theme: comedy.

-> warning: mature language, use of the n word.

-> authors note: thank you for requesting this, it was so fun to write!!

💿 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 - 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈 𝐁

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The cool summer breeze of Miami flowed through the crack of the window that was open in the front , as the car drove along the highway. Marcus and Mike was in the front talking, while Armando and Aaliyah was in the back.

Moving around in her seat, she looked out the window. The palm trees that were decorated down the highway danced to the slow blow of the wind, waving the team goodbye as they headed down to Atlanta, Georgia for a team getaway. Armando had his head back with his eyes closed, trying to get some rest in before having to greet the rest of the team. His tan skin glistened as the sun illuminated on him, giving him more of a caramel complexion.

Analysing him even more, he had a freshly trimmed cut and his beard was noticeably groomed. His physique was outlined by the tight white shirt he had on accompanied by some washed blue jeans. The two grandads in the front were arguing about the radio, Marcus wanting it on, Mike wanting it off.

The subtle contrast of the tranquility and chaos made Aaliyah’s heart warm. This was her family.

Glancing over at the navigation system in front of her, she wondered how long they have left. 20 minutes. Rummaging through her bag, she looked for something to keep her accompanied during the last quarter of the journey. Her eyes landed on something.

Fart spray??

A smirk creeped up on the girls face as she subtly looked around the car. Armando was still resting, Mike and Marcus had finally stopped arguing. This was her perfect chance.

Shaking up the little container, she pushed her slim hands down the corner of Marcus’s seat that was right in front of her, pressing down on the little pump.

An aroma of a foul stench quickly filled up the car, first being noticed by Mike who shot daggers into Marcus’s soul. “Now i know, you did NOT just shit yourself in my brand new car Marcus!!”

“Nigga, fuck you and your motherfucking car! I didn’t do shit!!”

“So what is that smell?!”

Psh. Psh. Another pump.

Quickly hiding the spray back into her bag that was on top of her lap, Aaliyah sat back into her seat. Moving her 3c curls out her face, she quickly covered her nose with her baby blue top that she had on. “What the fuck is that smell?!”

Looking back at Aaliyah with a pained expression on his face, Marcus whispered, “Mike shat in his diaper..” Which resulted in a slap of Mike who heard the smaller guy. “It’s your fault that the car is smelling this!!”

The three started shouting backwards and forwards, trying to figure out the root of where the stench is coming from. Awaking from his slumber, the latino male sits up. “¡¿Quién coño huele así?!” Armando swore before quickly covering his nose with his hands.

“It was probably Armando farting in his sleep, Mike control your son!!!!” Marcus shouted, turning around and pointing at Armando while shaking his head. In disbelief to the accusations, Armando points his fingers back and starts pleading his case. “¿De qué coño me acusas? Apuesto a que fuiste tú.”

“Talk English Spanish boy!!!! We aren’t in viva la Mexico!” Marcus shouted back.

“He has a point though, maybe you’re accusing everyone because you know you did it!!” Mike shouted back.

“Oh so now you motherfuckers ganging up on me? Father/son attack?”

“Nigga-“

The arguing continued, unbeknownst to Aaliyah, Armando, Mike and Marcus, they pulled up to the little cabin where the getaway was held. Too involved in their argument of who done it, they didn’t realise they had an audience who was watching the chaos unfold. Marcus was shouting at both Mike and Armando, who were shouting back at him. The brown skinned girl was sitting there, her shirt still covering her nose as she pleaded for someone to open a window, falling on deaf ears. “Maldita sea, ni siquiera puedo descansar en paz cerca de ustedes.”

“We haven’t done shit!”

Looking around, Aaliyah noticed that they arrived at the location. “Guys, we are here!!”

“Gracias Dios, necesito salir de este coche.”

Everyone quickly opened the car doors, gasping for air as they all stared at each other. “Why you looking at me like that for?” Marcus exclaimed, mugging Mike. “This was YOUR fault motherfucker, why else??”

And then… the arguing continued.

Aaliyah now sick of the constant bickering between the two grandads pulled her bag out the car. “Guys, it was a prank! See?” Waving the small component of the spray which contained the foul stench, smiling at the two.

“I know this girl is not smiling in my face thinking shit is funny..?” The taller male spoke looking towards Marcus. “I think she is.”

“Tienes diez segundos para correr, mamá.” The latin male whispered, staring straight through the woman’s soul. His chocolate coloured eyes, now slowly turning into black orbs.

Oh shit.

Running into the house, Aaliyah pushed past the couple who stood infront of the door. Swiftly after, Armando, Mike and Marcus ran after her.

“You’re done for!!” The three all shout in unison.

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[🌸] 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒:

“¡¿Quién coño huele así?!” : Who the fuck is smelling like that?

“¿De qué coño me acusas? Apuesto a que fuiste tú” : Why the fuck are you accusing me for? I bet it was you.

“ Maldita sea, ni siquiera puedo descansar en paz cerca de ustedes. “ Fucking hell, i can’t even rest peacefully around you guys.

“Gracias Dios, necesito salir de este coche.”: Thank you God, i need to get out of this car.

“Tienes diez segundos para correr, mamá.” : You got ten seconds to run, mama.

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[🌸] 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @dyttomori @shurisgf @milliumizoomi @tyneshaaa @armandosbabymama @wizewhispers @amplifiedmoan @thedarkworldofhananerea @deadpool15 @5tarlan7 @sarcasticbitchsblog @believeinthefireflies95 @yeahnohoneybye

[chaniceroses]

Bad Boys Ride or Die (Armando x Reader): Part One

Another day... another morning. Time seems to be passing you by without allowing you to catch up and you feel as if your life is slowly running its course. It’s been about an hour since you have woken up but since the sun is always aligned with your window before work, that’s how you knew it was time to get up and get ready. The birds chirping, neighbors mowing their yard and arguing. A continuous cycle that you sometimes wish would end. You laid there in your soft, silky sheet until you heard a knock at your door. Getting up, putting on your cheetah print robe, you slipped on your house shoes and walked over to your door.

“Who is it?” You asked, holding on to the door knob.

“It’s us, who else would it be?”, a familiar voice answered with a slight chuckle.

You sighed while unlocking the door, opening it to see two black males standing there making eye-contact. They were the ones “training” you for the detective spot.

“What do you guys want? You know this can’t be an everyday routine, right?”You laughed walking away towards your open kitchen. 

“Make sure you shut my door and lock it, I don’t need anyone else barging in.” You continued leaning against your counter-table.

“Get used to it y/n. Since we are training you, and you are going to be with us all of the time…we might as well hang over each other's houses and be friends.”,Mike answered taking a seat

“Mike, we haven’t done any training”. She’s basically a tag-along.” Marcus replied looking through his phone.

“Tag-along? Please don’t get me started..”, you scoffed looking at Marcus and then at Mike.

You stared into Mike’s dark brown eyes, while examining his body features. Mike Lowery is his name, a tall light-skinned black male with a goatee mustache, smooth skin-texture, soft plump lips, ears that kind of sticks out with a tiny earring that brings out his face. 

“Imma guess that you like what you see.”Mike smiled, walking up towards you. He towered over you. It made you feel some kind of way but then again nothing at all. You turned to look at Marcus, to see him shaking his head into his hands. 

“Hmm…no.”, you laughed, patting him on his chest and then walking towards your bedroom. “Give me an hour and then we can head out.”

“Forty-five minutes since you just pulled that bullshit.”, Mike replied sitting down next to Marcus while he laughed .

“Two words for you…Married. Man.”, Marcus recalled pointing to the ring that was on his finger.

“You’re right.”

You could hear their conversation the whole time however, you didn’t pay attention because there were other things on your mind regarding your job. You know it isn’t time to choose just yet and to make a decision that could change your life and your relationship with your “partners”, however you also know that the sand is slowly slipping. 

Time had passed and you were heading out when you noticed your living room window was slightly opened, you stared at it for a moment then walked over to shut it and left. Before you knew it, you were in the backseat of Marcus’s and Mike’s car on the way to work. This was their way of getting to know you better, training you and “being generous”.  However, the ride to the precinct slowly had put you in a trance, reminding you of your last conversation between you and Captain Howard before he was murdered…

“Captain!!!” You yelled walking up towards him. “Anything for me to do, check up on, investigate ... .alone”, you whispered, moving your focus from him to Marcus and Mike. Conrad Howard was his name and he was the one who had partnered you with Marcus and Mike since he considered them to be“ experienced” in what they do.

“What are you talking about y/n?”he asked, raising one of his eyebrows while folding his arms.

“Heyyyyy! Captain… what do you think about-” before Mike could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Howard putting his finger up to Mike.

“Did he just-”

“He did.”, Marcus sighed looking at Mike, you and then at Captain

“I was just wondering…if you had any files that needed to be looked at. Or maybe if I need to go somewhere and investigate…something.”, you pleaded.

“I have one file that needs to be-”

“No Cap that wouldn’t be necessary. We can go to the range and practice our shots and ride around to ensure that everyone is safe.”Mike interrupted, looking at you and Marcus.

“I actually have some files to look at myself, Mike.”, Marcus shrugged, walking off towards his desk.

You looked at Mike and watched as he looked at you, then at Captain and left.

“He’s a guy who loves action. He’ll be okay however, I want to talk to you though, Walk with me?”Howard suggested pointing towards the hallway.

“Sure what’s up?”, you asked, keeping up the pace that he was leading.

“I was wondering if you have decided what you wanted to do. With your position here. I know that you don’t need the training but you know it's “protocols”. It’s not me.”, he explained looking through the papers that he was carrying.

You were taking in what he was saying. You entered the portal about a month ago since you came from a different district, however the point still stands. Different opportunities have been thrown at you when it comes to your career and where you are right now, since you’ve been in the game for years. You would think it would be easier however now it has left you stuck. Leaving the precinct and becoming an international agent, stay and be a detective or retire and finally have a family with someone you love, decisions…decisions.

“I haven’t decided yet, so many options and personal things to think about.”, you replied, walking at the same rhythm as your boss.

“Listen…between you and I. Go with what you think is the worst.”, he replied, stopping in his tracks.

“Excuse me?” you replied confusingly tilting your head.

  “You wouldn’t be confused with what you wanted to do, if it was the best option. So go with what you are avoiding.”, he answered, looking up at you through his glasses.

“Not to take advice from you, noted.”, you thought, turning your focus towards the meeting that was happening down the hallway.

“Look, it may not make sense right now but later it will. Trust me.”, he reassured walking towards the room that a meeting was happening in.

“We’re a huge family here. Even if we hate each other’s guts. And with Mike and Marcus… They like you, and I can tell that they’ve somewhat gotten attached to you…which never happens. So ignore the things that are said especially with whatever comes out of Mike’s mouth.”, He continued pointing at you then walking into the meeting.

You watched as Captain walked into the meeting while waving the files that he was looking at earlier.

 “They like me.”, you mocked, while turning around. “They don’t even know me.” you laughed walking back towards your desk.

You must’ve gotten lost in your thoughts because when you looked forward. Marcus was turned around in his passenger seat looking right at you.

“I’m sorry?”, you asked, looking at Marcus to Mike and back at Marcus.

“What do you have planned today?”Marcus asked, looking at you with confusion across his face.

“Um, I have office work that I need to catch up on. I guess I can do that today.”, you replied, grabbing your phone from your purse.

“Office work?”Mike and Marcus replied in unison. Pure disgust crawled across their faces. You thought to yourself if you said something wrong, or maybe if it was your body expression. 

“You’re telling me that you don’t want to get in any action. Hurt people ... .fight!”Mike yelled, paying attention to the road while also taking quick glances at me through the rearview mirror.

“Mike, not everyone loves violence but y/n you should want to get some type of action..y’know. Office work. Really?”Marcus added, looking at the pedestrians going on about their day.

“I mean, if I can avoid it then yeah, I wouldn’t want to deal with it but of course sometimes it just comes my way.”, you replied scanning through downloads on your phone.

“See…I’m not the only person that attracts danger.”Mike laughed while looking at Marcus.

The rest of the ride was pretty chill besides Mike and Marcus arguing over past events with Mike dating Marcus' sister and operations that nearly blew up in their faces and their sex life. After what felt like forever,  you made it to the precinct and were instantly met by the loud voices of cops everywhere and a huge meeting happening down the hallway.

You, Marcus and Mike stared at each other confusingly, trying to figure out what was going on until a police officer came up to stop in front of you.

“They’ve been in there for hours, no one knows what’s going on.”, the cop said, staring at Marcus and Mike and then back down the hallway.

You stared at the people that were in there, making eye-contact with someone who was sitting at the head of the table.

“I’m sure it's nothing. I’m going to my desk.”, you replied, turning to Marcus and Mike and then leaving. You knew it wasn’t just “ nothing” because since Captain Howard was killed barely anyone has used that meeting room unless there was a hostage situation, or something between those lines. However, there were people from different districts in there and paper was scattered everywhere. Everyone seemed obnoxious and worried.

After a couple twists and turns down the hallway, you made it to your desk and flopped down onto your seat to be greeted by paperwork that needed to be looked through.

“What is all this?”, you whispered, opening one of the files and looking through them.

Before you knew it, all you saw was a stack of papers flying across your face onto the table. You looked up in shock to see Mike standing there with a smile across his face.

“You said you wanted files so there you go.”Mike laughed standing behind you.

“What do you want Mike? Because I am not about to look through all of those files, I'd rather be around Marcus all day and listen to him complain about his sex-life.”, you replied sitting down at your desk.

“That’s not what you said earlier.” Mike replied.

“How do you even know that? Mike, you've been telling y/n about my sex life?”, Marcus snapped getting up from his desk.

“Hell no. I-”

“I was in the back of the car. Earlier… when you guys picked me up after coming to my house which has been everyday for the last month.” you interrupted straightening up the files.

“Oh.” Marcus replied, covering his mouth. “I mean that shouldn’t even be a problem, Mike and I go over each other’s places all of the time.” he continued looking at Mike and then back at you.

“Hold up, how did you guys even know where I lived?” you asked leaning back into your chair while making direct eye-contact with them.

You watched as Mike leaned against your desk, gave Marcus a “really” look and then back at you.

“You’re smarter than that so we’re going to pretend you didn’t just ask that question…okay sweetie.”, he replied in disappointment while looking at you.

“That was a blonde moment.”, you thought to yourself. “Well guys thank you for bringing me here but I have work to do.”, you continued pushing Mike’s files to the side.

“I guess I'll grab these and put them back on my desk then.”, he stated grabbing them and putting them on top of his table.

Marcus and Mike caught the social cues that you were giving them and started analyzing the paperwork that was on their desk. They were cool people to be around. Fun and wild but also annoying and extremely obnoxious. They made you nervous due to not being able to know their next move. You scanned across the room and watched how every single person lived their lives. Some looked completely stressed, others looked as if they hadn't slept in months and the rest seemed to be taking each day slowly.

You brought your eyes towards Mike to see him typing things into his computer. You watched how his veins showed through his hands and the way his shirt compressed onto his body. You turned to look at Marcus with his eyes already piercing into yours. He was staring the whole time.

“What?”, you asked looking back at him. You watched as he shrugged you off and went back to work.

The rest of the morning was filled with everyone trying to figure out what the meeting is about, and flashbacks of your last conversation with Captain Howard. You’ve only been in Miami for a couple months now after leaving from a different precinct, and very little has occurred. This will be a long year.

[fairyybngtn]

Pairing: Armando Aretas x Black Reader

Genre: Jealousy/Fluff??

Warning: use of the n word and slight smut

Note: this is my first time ever writing anything so it might not be good. I been wanting more Armando fics but people barely be uploading anymore so I had to step in lol. (Also I added Megan in it…am I the only one that seen Jacob and Megan together cause nobody is talking about it)😭

Summary: A night at the club with your coworker, whom you secretly had a crush on, altered the dynamic between you two. What was meant to be a one-time thing spiraled into a whirlwind of feelings you struggled to navigate. Everything shifts when a new girl joins the team, and Armando seems to take an interest in her.

Tired was an understatement. After countless hours debriefing and working on the latest case, all you wanted was to collapse into bed, pour yourself a glass of wine, and binge-watch Love Island. But it was your coworker and best friend Kelly’s birthday, and she was adamant about hitting the club. "Why don’t you invite Armando?" Kelly suggested, her excitement barely contained. You looked at her like she was stupid. “Armando? Really? He doesn’t seem like the type to hang out with coworkers, especially not at a club.” Kelly persisted, oblivious to your hesitation. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Kelly, I don’t even know if he likes going out, let alone to a club. And besides, he barely acknowledges me at work.”

“He doesn’t have to hang out with us,” Kelly pointed out. “Rita, Dorn, Marcus, and Mike will be there too.”

You considered her words, the idea starting to seem less far-fetched. Still, you were uncertain. “I suppose. But what if he doesn’t even show up? And what if things are awkward?”

Kelly gave you an encouraging smile. “Come on, just give it a try. It's my birthday, and I want all my friends there, including the mysterious Armando. You never know, maybe this will be the night everything changes." Reluctantly, you agreed, sending a quick text to Armando, half expecting no response. But to your surprise, he replied almost immediately, agreeing to join.

After work, you went over to Kelly’s house so that you two could get ready. You were wearing an oversized sweater and sweatpants and had no idea what to wear. Kelly said, "Girl, your body is literally banging. Let’s show it off tonight!” She pulled out a dress that looked too small for you to fit. It was a black, snug dress that hugged every curve. You hated wearing anything tight, but because it was your best friend's birthday, you wore it anyway. You did your hair, deciding to let your curls out instead of the usual slick-back bun, and fixed up your edges. Kelly looked you over and grinned. "You look stunning. Tonight’s gonna be unforgettable."

You two were on your way to the club. When you arrived, the place was packed, and the sound of Sexxy Red’s "Fuck My Baby Daddy" playing got you excited for what the night had in store. You walked until you found the rest of your coworkers: Dorn, Mike, Marcus, and Rita. Mike, flirting as usual, said, "You need to dress like this more often. If I were around your age, I'd be all over you."

You laughed it off, but you didn’t see Armando and assumed he hadn’t come. You sat down with Marcus and Rita, taking your time to warm up to the large crowd. As you did some people-watching, you finally spotted Armando leaning against the bar, and your heart skipped a beat. He wore a fitted black shirt and dark jeans, a gold chain glinting under the neon lights. His hair was freshly styled, and he exuded a confidence that seemed so different from his usual office demeanor. He walked up to the group, greeting everyone. His uncle Marcus said, "Damn, that Lowery DNA is a bitch," seeing the resemblance between him and Mike. Armando looked at you and smiled.

"You look amazing tonight," he said, his eyes lingering on you with an intensity that made your breath catch. This was the most he had spoken to you since you started working together. Your cheeks flushed under his gaze, feeling the magnetic pull between you.

"Thanks," you replied, your voice barely audible over the music. "You look pretty different outside the office too." His smile widened, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Glad you noticed."

"Want a drink?" he asked. You nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. As the night went on, one drink turned into several, and your best friend Kelly soon interrupted your conversation with the others. Her song "TGIF" by Glorilla came on, and she pulled you to the dance floor. Normally, you wouldn’t dance so openly but after seven drinks you had no care in the world and now here you were in the middle of the club with your best friend Kelly twerking together.

Unbeknownst to you, Armando made his way towards you. The distance that usually separated you at work seemed to dissolve. Here you were, throwing it back on Armando, who was catching every movement. The heat between you was undeniable, a magnetic pull that drew you closer with each passing moment. His hands rested on your hips, guiding your movements as you swayed to the rhythm of the music. The crowded dance floor seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in your own world.

As the night wore on, the tension between you two intensified. The proximity, the stolen glances, the subtle touches – it all built up to a crescendo. When Armando’s lips finally met yours, it was like a spark igniting a wildfire. The kiss was urgent, filled with pent-up desire and longing. You could feel the heat of his body against yours, and your eyes hungrily traced the outline of his form. His bulging veins, the prominent bulge in his jeans – every detail fueled your growing desire. The kiss deepened, and the world around you seemed to vanish, leaving just the two of you in a whirlwind of passion and longing.

"Let's get out of here," he murmured against your lips, his breath hot on your skin. You nodded, your mind a haze of desire. He grasped your hand and guided you through the swarm of people and out into the cool night air. By the time you reached his car, you were already tangled in each other, the tight space only heightening the intensity of your longing. When you finally arrived at his place, the anticipation was almost too much to bear. The moment the door closed behind you, he pushed you gently against it, his mouth capturing yours in a fierce, heated kiss. His hands roamed over you exploring and memorizing every curve of your body.

You couldn't resist any longer you pushed Armando back against the arm of the couch as you climbed into his lap. He responded eagerly, his hands roaming up your thighs to grasp your ass, pressing you firmly against his growing erection. His grunts mingled with your soft moans as you grind against each other, but it wasn't long before his impatience got the better of him.

With a swift motion, Armando lifted you and carried you to lay you down on the bed, his gaze dark with desire as he took in the sight of you. He moved to climb on top of you, but you were quicker, grabbing his arm and pulling him down so that he was flat on his back, with you straddling his waist. His hard cock pressed enticingly against your clothed cunt, just waiting to be released. His hands gripped your hips tightly as you rocked against him, the friction sending shivers of pleasure through both of you. You could feel his hardness through the thin fabric, driving your desire even higher.

“Me estás volviendo loca" he growled, his thick Spanish accent laced with lust as his eyes locked onto yours.

"Good," you replied with a mischievous smile.

Your fingers worked quickly to undo his jeans, freeing his cock. His breath hitched as you positioned yourself, sliding your panties aside and sinking down onto him in one smooth motion. The sensation of him filling you was electrifying, both of you groaning in unison. Your hands braced against his chest as you began to move, riding him with a rhythm that drove you both wild. The sounds of his rough groans and the intense heat between you heightened the moment, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through you. Not wanting you to reach climax just yet, he flipped you over onto your stomach and pounded into you roughly. His hands gripped your hips firmly, and he leaned over to kiss along your jaw, his lips brushing your skin with each passionate thrust. The sound of his thick Spanish accent giving you praises, mixed with his low moans, pushed you over the edge. With one last powerful thrust, you both came together, the intensity of the moment leaving you breathless and entwined. When you finally sank into each other's arms, exhausted and satisfied, you knew your relationship would never be the same again.

The next morning, you woke up before Armando, the weight of what had happened hitting you like a truck. The whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you was overwhelming, and you left without speaking to him. Armando had always been a distant crush, someone you admired from afar. But now, the lines had blurred, and you found yourself tangled in feelings you didn’t know how to acknowledge. As you gathered your clothes, you glanced back at Armando, a pang of longing striking your heart. All you wanted was to stay wrapped in his arms, but the weight of last night’s events pushed you to flee. Checking your phone, you saw a bunch of missed calls and texts from Kelly, wondering where you had gone. With a deep breath, you dialed her number, ready to face the aftermath.

“Girl, where did you disappear last night?” Kelly's voice was laced with curiosity and concern.

You hesitated for a moment, then blurted out, “I left with Armando. We… ended up at his place.”

Kelly’s gasp was audible even through the phone. “No way! What happened? Spill!”

“Girl, I don’t even know where to begin,” you admitted. “All I remember is us dancing together and then going back to his place... We slept together.” The weight of your confession hit you hard. “I don’t know what to do now...”

“Wow,” Kelly said, stunned. “Are you okay?”

“Honestly, I’m not sure,” you admitted. “I just need some time to figure things out.”

Weeks passed, and finding a new normal became a struggle. The memory of that night lingered in your mind, a constant reminder of what had happened whenever you saw him. At work, things seemed to fall back into their usual rhythm, but the atmosphere was charged with an underlying tension. Armando barely acknowledged you, and when he did, his responses were curt and one-worded. Whether it was during meetings or on missions, he made a deliberate effort to keep his distance, intensifying the emotional strain of your interactions. You found yourself constantly thinking about him, the memory of his touch and the way he made you feel. It was impossible to focus, and the unresolved emotions gnawed at you, making it difficult to move on. Every interaction with Armando, no matter how brief, was charged with unspoken words and lingering glances.

One day, as you passed each other in the hallway, his gaze met yours for a moment longer than usual. There was something in his eyes, a mixture of regret and longing that mirrored your own feelings. But before you could say anything, he looked away and continued on his way, leaving you standing there, your heart pounding in your chest. The tension between you two was palpable, and you knew that sooner or later, you would have to confront it. But for now, you were caught in a limbo of uncertainty, waiting for the right moment to address the complicated emotions that had taken root in your heart.

The next day, Mike and Rita called a meeting to let us know a new person would be joining the tech team. Her name was Lana. When she entered, it was like a burst of sunshine filled the room. She had a vibrant, bubbly personality that instantly drew everyone in. It didn’t take long for everyone, including Armando, to take a liking to her. You watched from a distance as he laughed with her, their conversations flowing effortlessly. He never did that with you, but could you blame him? You never took the chance to talk to him, still holding a grudge against him for what he did to Captain Howard. Jealousy gnawed at your insides, a constant reminder of the unresolved feelings from that night with him.

One afternoon, you walked into the break room to find Armando and Lana in deep conversation so engrossed together that they didn’t even notice you walk in. You felt a pang in your chest, the reality of the situation hitting you hard.

"Hey," you said, trying to sound casual. They both looked up, and Armando's smile faltered for a moment before he greeted you.

"Hey, how's it going?" he asked.

You forced a smile. "Good, just grabbing a coffee." As you turned to leave, you heard Lana ask Armando something, her voice light and teasing. You couldn't make out the words, but the laughter that followed felt like a punch to the gut. Tears clouded your vision, and you quickly left the room before anyone could see you cry. You ran to the bathroom and, with trembling hands, texted Kelly.

"Kelly, can you come to the bathroom? I need you," you typed, your fingers barely able to hit the right keys through your tears. Moments later, your phone buzzed with Kelly's response. "I'm on my way. What happened?" You tried to steady your breathing as you waited. When Kelly finally arrived, she found you sitting on the floor, your face buried in your hands.

"Hey, I'm here. What's going on?" she asked, concern lacing her voice.

You looked up at her, tears streaming down your face. "It's Armando. I walked in on him and Lana. They were so close, laughing, talking... I don't know what to do."

Kelly sat down next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "I'm so sorry. Armando is an idiot if he doesn't see how amazing you are. But you need to decide what you want. Do you want to talk to him and try to work things out, or is it time to move on?"

You sniffled, trying to gather your thoughts. "I don't know, Kelly. I still have feelings for him, but seeing him with Lana hurt so much. I'm scared of getting hurt again." Kelly hugged you tighter. "Whatever you decide, I'm here for you. Just remember to take care of yourself first. You deserve to be happy." You nodded, feeling a bit of comfort in her words. "Thanks, Kelly. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Anytime," she said, giving you a reassuring smile. "Now, let's get out of here and go get some drinks,” Kelly said, helping you to your feet. With some convincing from her, you agreed to head back to the same club. Though hesitant, not wanting any feelings about that night to resurface, Kelly's persistence won you over. Unknowingly to you, Armando was there too. You sat at the bar, waiting to get drinks for you and Kelly, lost in your thoughts, when a familiar voice interrupted them.

"Mind if I join you?" Armando asked, his expression unreadable. You stiffened, but gestured to the empty seat next to you. "Sure." For a moment, neither of you spoke, the thumping bass of Megan Thee Stallion’s “Thot Shit” filling the silence. Finally, Armando took a deep breath and broke the tension.

"I've been meaning to talk to you about that night," he said, his voice barely audible over the noise. "I didn't want things to be awkward between us."

You looked at him, your heart pounding. "It's not just about that night, Armando. It's about everything since then. I know I left without saying anything to you, and I regret doing it, but it feels like you’ve been toying with me. Keeping your distance, giving me one-word responses... and Lana," you said slowly, locking eyes with him.

Armando's expression softened, and he leaned closer. "I never meant to toy with you. Lana and I are just friends. I didn't realize how it looked from your perspective."

"You didn't realize?"... “Nigga really?” you echoed, frustration bubbling up. "How could you not see it? Every time I see you two together, it's like a knife in my heart."

"I know, and I'm sorry," he said earnestly. "I was trying to keep things professional and not make things awkward, but I see now that I ended up doing the opposite." His phone buzzed again, and you saw Lana's name flash on the screen. The sight of it was too much to bear. "See, this the shit I'm talking about just go be with her, Armando."

You got up to go back to Kelly when he reached out to grab your hand gently. "No, listen to me. Lana isn't who I want. You are." Your heart skipped a beat, but doubt still lingered. "Then why didn't you say anything before? Why let me suffer in silence?"

"I was scared," he admitted, his voice raw. "Scared of making things worse, scared of losing you. But I can't keep pretending. I have feelings for you, real feelings, and I want to be with you." The sincerity in his eyes made your resolve waver as this is the most emotional you ever seen Armando. “If that's true, then we need to start being honest with each other. “No more games and hiding how we really feel about each other."

He nodded, a look of relief washing over his face. "Agreed. No more hiding.”

You took a deep breath, feeling the tension start to lift. "Okay. But you have to prove it, Armando. Show me that you're serious."

“Mami, te puedo mostrar cómo puedo demostrarlo.” he replied, a smirk playing on his lips. You couldn’t help but laugh at his comment. As the noise of the club swirled around you, a glimmer of hope began to stir within you. Maybe, just maybe, things could be different this time.

Translations

“ Mami, te puedo mostrar cómo puedo demostrarlo.” - Mami I can show you how I can prove it

“Me estás volviendo loca - You’re driving me crazy

[hairyblklvr]

Mike Lowery

[violetmuses]

Don't Look Back - A. Aretas ❤️‍🩹

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Part II ❤️‍🩹

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2024

With James McGrath outright dead, the Miami Police Department could work together and exonerate deceased Captain Conrad Howard.

“Be good.” Detective Mike Lowrey glanced toward his estranged son, previous criminal Armando Aretas.

“It's not up to you, Detective.” Aretas pulled confidence without smiling and fist bumped Lowery, trailing this motorboat to escape the federal government.

One evening, the doorbell rang when Lowrey and his wife Christine finished dinner.

Checking that RING Camera, Christine almost jumped through kindness upon realization.

“Mike, open the door!” Christine cheered with the biggest smile and nearly giggled for once.

Armando returned.

Standing on the porch tonight, Aretas held small luggage and waited.

“Hey.” Revealing slightly accented English, Armando greeted Mike for the first time since leaving.

“Come inside.” Knowing better than to overreact, Lowrey welcomed his son regardless.

______

By that next day, Armando plotted the guest bedroom located upstairs, yet few belongings took space when essentials grounded his spot.

Taking this much-needed shower, Aretas headed downstairs and joined breakfast, thankful to survive at all.

“Morning.” Mike clipped, sitting with Christine at the kitchen table.

“Good morning.” Armando spoke here, but wouldn't grin and quietly accepted this meal through silence.

*****

Sooner than later, red tape pulled strings when Armando finally came back to the police department.

“Nephew!” Marcus Burnett, Mike's longtime partner, almost shouted to look for Aretas.

“Ignore what's going on.” Mike rolled both eyes after taking off sunglasses.

“Okay.” Armando stopped himself from driving back home

Marcus shuffled footsteps across the room, but Mike shook his head.

“Uh-uh! Don't even hug him.” Lowrey warned his best friend.

“Aww, Mike! Why didn't you tell me?” Marcus set theatrics and nearly cried. “He's back.”

“We'll talk, all right?” Mike settled Marcus down and walked toward the briefing room with Armando.

______

Voices echoed when Aretas joined Mike near seating.

Despite everything, Armando glanced over and noticed you for the first time.

Perhaps time ruined his focus, but Armando couldn't help observing.

No matter what happens next, you look gorgeous right now.

“Who's that?” Aretas leaned toward his father, genuinely curious.

“Oh!” Joyful, Mike then raised one brow and smiled. “She's your partner. Hey, Rook!”

When Mike shortened one nickname, you glanced to see him waving closer.

“Hi! What's going on?” Smiling, you greeted both men.

“This is my son Armando.” Mike stepped back for the introduction.

“Hello.” Cordial beyond rumors and headlines, you shook hands with Aretas. “Welcome back.”

“Thank you.” Profesional, Armando wouldn't illuminate his expression.

Before anyone could move forward with their conversation, Captain Rita Secada stood behind the podium and began this meeting.

No games whatsoever. You thought.

_______

Sunset painted this Florida skyline as you left the building.

“Take care.” You stand near Mike's classic Porsche while Armando takes the passenger seat.

“Hey, c'mere.” Aretas gestured his hand and motioned calls.

“What's up?” You stepped closer and Aretas took out his new cell phone.

“Just in case.” Setting that number, Armando traded contacts.

“See you next time.” You leave, but Armando watches your car roll out.

*****

“Armando!” One loud voice screeched throughout the nightclub when Tabitha strutted past neon lights.

Oh, no. You've heard stories and Mike definitely explained Tabitha's wild card.

“Not the time.” Armando took charge, no longer wearing his Bud Light shirt with dirty jeans.

Sporting black, Aretas looped his arm around your shoulder for the mission.

“Oh, she's really cute. Do you want some money?” Tabitha scoped your appearance.

“No, thanks. Help out.” You then spoke up this time.

“What's the plan?” Tabitha sized you up and Armando stepped back regardless.

“Tell us the drop location or I'll shut everything down.” Your hand lingered this veiled firearm.

Another drug deal would poison this city if law enforcement couldn't move fast.

“Just a few blocks away, but are y'all fucking each other yet?” Tabitha stuck out her tongue and messed with you.

“Stop it.” You whispered, trading gum instead and leaving with Armando.

_______

Red and blue overcasts brightened all streets to end this caper. The AMMO squad hustled once more.

“You good?” Armando learned the habit of checking after missions took place.

“Tabitha asked me something stupid.” Your eyes rolled skyward.

“What?” Armando squinted past his brown eyes and you couldn't veil the truth here.

“She asked if we hooked up.” You immediately cringed right now.

“Not unless you wanna…I mean…shit!” Aretas caught himself moments later.

“Wait!” You playfully nudged his arm and ran in heels while laughing.

“My bad, I'm sorry. It was a joke!” Armando catches your footsteps, but you kiss his cheek, exiting the crime altogether.

[ashesbijoux]

We will skip ahead a Lil bit with this since it feels appropriate for Valentines day. This is from Mike Lowery' prompt list.

Prompt # 6: weird or fancy charcuterie board

This was so much fun, I've never done a drawing like this with color. I feel like this would make a cute card. I may try a digital version at some point.