#detroit 07

[rhinozilla]

I was going to spend a chill evening writing a lighthearted chapter, but I got distracted, and now I'm brainstorming an entire backstory for a new villain character.

[mikeywayarchive]

Joe Louis Arena, Detroit // Feb 28th 2007 // shnooker_doo13 on livejournal [archived album]

[cellythefloshie]

;; Captain's Orders Chapter Eighteen of the Road Wife Series

Table of Contents 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 11  | 12  |  13  | 14 | 15 16 | 17 | 18

Summary: Trying to cope with the pressures of being the second wife, your judgment continues to waver. Kinks & TW: sex work, unprotected sex, rule breaking, creampie, adultery Word Count: 2.3k

Knowing about Ella, and why she left, it should have given you some peace of mind. She had betrayed the team and the relationships that had been founded by the players. Worst of all, she betrayed the wives who trusted her with such responsibility. It was a thought that weighed heavily on your mind during and between your appointments. You wanted to be better than the standard she had set. You wanted to abide by your contract, do your job, while being respected by the wives, because you would honor the agreements made. But that was something easier said than done, especially with the roster of the Tampa Bay Lightning. 

Since your encounter with Ella, and your appointment with Killorn that allowed you to unpack just what exactly had happened to the first wife, your appointments left you on edge. You read each calendar appointment on your phone not once, but twice, and you never overstayed your welcome. You always returned to your room, or your seat on the plane, away from the players you were contracted to serve while on the road. It was isolating in a way, and you often had to remind yourself why you were doing it. You would not destroy a marriage. 

Even after a 0-1 defeat to Detroit that ended in a shoot-out, that was the thought in the back of your mind. Worst of all, the boys would have to play again tomorrow, which meant turning in early for everyone but you. 

You wouldn’t get to sleep just yet, not with an appointment with the Captain in your calendar. 

Mouth wide open with a yawn, you sorted through your suitcase in search of a black teddy his wife had ordered for you to wear on the trip. Or at least, you assumed it had been from his wife. It had just shown up in the mail one day with a card signed S.S. And then the request had been listed in the appointment, approved. 

The snug, figure hugging lace teddy replaced the business-casual attire you had worn to the game, your face contorting as your body shuddered at the realization that the teddy itself was crotchless. The air that filled your hotel room sent you shuttering as you jumped into a pair of tight shorts and shrugged on your oversized team branded sweatshirt. It would cover you up enough to get you down the hall to the captain’s room, even if the crotch of the shorts chafed against your clit with every casual stride you took. 

When you came to his door, you didn’t even need to knock. Stamkos had been waiting on the other side, waiting patiently for your expected arrival. He greeted you with a smile, his hand taking hold of your forearm carefully to guide you inside. It was the beginning of the routine the two of you shared during your appointments. It would start with the gentle touches and the sweet exchange of words as he coaxed you to the bed. But then, the captain never wasted any time with you. 

The two of you always followed the directives set by his wife and stuck strictly to the time constraints given. Which is why it didn’t surprise you when Stamkos guided you to the comfort of the hotel room bed. The barely disturbed blankets sunk around your knees as you crawled up the length of the bed and into the captain’s lap. You could feel the heat of his body radiating against the inside of your thighs, and the stiffness of his cock pressing up against you before you could really even touch him–and you smirked. He was always so eager, so ready, as his hands brushed over your body. It wasn’t a featherlight touch. He wanted you to feel his palms and his fingers and their warm touch as they wrinkled your clothes and dripped down into your shorts and your panties. 

The weight of his touch sent your skin blazing hot as he dipped deeper and deeper until his fingers pressed into your clit and began to trace over your sensitivity in slow, teasing circles. And Stamkos watched you there, your breathing becoming needy and shallow with his every rotation. He watched as your face softened and your eyes fluttered, completely and utterly enthralled by taking his time with you. 

It left your head light and spinning, your hips angling into his touch just to try to feel more of him. Your chest heaved with desperation, and you knew he must feel how wet you were as it puddled in your panties. His knuckles grazed against them with each deliberate motion - but you only drew a real response from him when you were left whimpering with need. 

“I want to try something different with you today, would you like that?” he breathed his hot words against your throat, and punctuated his question with a sloppy open-mouthed kiss. 

At that moment, you were ready to beg him. Your mind was foggy with need, your core already near pulsing with pleasure. You would say yes to anything. 

“What are the Captain’s Orders?”

With his free hand, Stamkos reached up and pinched your chin between his thumb and finger. He opened up your neck and placed gentle kisses against the sensitive skin slowly. And it was there, his hot breath washing over his skin, that he whispered, “A little roleplay?”

Your heart skipped as your curiosity peaked. “Oh?”

“Don’t worry, you’ve been doing so well already,” his praise sent a wave of heat through your body, your core clenching as he continued, “you’ve been such a good wife for me, but I think it’s time for another wifely duty. I’m going to fuck a baby right into you.”

Your throat went weak, and your lips parted in a desperate gasp as you tried to find any words to say, but you could only manage one. “Steven.” 

It felt foreign to have his name slip from between your lips. It had always been captain or Stamkos. You had never spoken his first name. It kept things distant, professional, but suddenly it all was so personal. 

You knew the rules, the terms and conditions set by his wife. The ones he wanted to ignore, the rules he wanted to break. It left your stomach knotted, your throat weak, so close to falling into illness because you knew why he was asking. You bent the rules for Tony and for Ross. And hadn't been shy about it. He knew. The whole team knew. And now he wanted you to break them for him. 

Captain's orders. 

“I signed a contract,” your words were breathy as you turned to face him, “and your wife-”

“Would never know. I won’t tell her, would you?”

You should have gotten up and left the room the moment those words left his mouth. The phone with all of your appointments should be in your hands as you texted an update to his wife about what he had asked you to do. Yet, you lay frozen in the bed, your eyes fixated on Stamkos as he waited for you to answer his request. 

His hands stroked over the soft lace of the teddy slowly, your head spinning at the touch as you tried to find the logic of it all. You wanted to say no, you should decline him, but…

Every precaution you could take to avoid pregnancy was taken. You had attended all the medical appointments made by the wives to assure of that too. And if anyone was going to get you pregnant, it would have been Ross because the two of you had never been careful. And those factors shouldn't have mattered. But they nagged at the back of your mind so loudly you could not ignore. 

The room felt suffocating around you, the weight of the decision heavy on your chest as you fisted at the thin fabric of Stamkos’ shirt. You felt his warmth, his body, and you let it ground you, coaxing your first calm breath in what felt like minutes as you faced what felt like an inevitable outcome: no matter what you did, you could be fired. 

The playoffs were only 15 days away. 

The boys needed you. Their wife. 

There was only one thing you could do. 

With your fingers still coiled around his shirt. You pulled it up over his head slowly. His arms raised, letting the fabric slide down his to slip from his fingertips. And in the seconds it concealed his face from you, his expression softened as if he were on the verge of melting under your touch. His hair left tousled, falling into his heavy lidded stare as you tossed his shirt onto the floor. Then came the warmth of his lips, stealing your breath as you mumbled your words against the pressure of his kiss. “Put a baby in me, Steven.”

Your name was a low growl, barely audible on his lips, as he leaned and pressed his lips to yours in a kiss unlike any other he had given you before. It was more than just a kiss, something quick and heated to get his cock hard and your panties wet. Stamkos had one handle cradling your jaw as he kissed you deeply, passionately, his tongue sweeping inside your mouth to taste you as if it were the very first time. It makes your heart race and your brain foggy as his hands explored your curves and worked his hockey toned body from the constraints of his own clothes while he left you in the pretty lingerie. 

It was only as you felt the tip of his cock crest against your core that just what was happening hit you in a tornado of a thought. Stamkos wasn’t just fucking you bare, he was making love to you. His every touch was a deliberate caress, his every kiss left you breathless and shuttering, and it all made it too difficult not to react. 

Your body came to wind around him so effortlessly. Your thighs hitch around his hips, your ankles hooking at the back of his thighs and pressing down so carefully. The pressure left him groaning against your flesh, the thrust that followed deeper, harder than the last. Each impact of his hips on your own left you shifting across the bed, your hands having to reach up to brace yourself against the headboard to keep yourself from smacking your head into it. 

Panting, you focused on the cold surface of the headboard against your sweaty palms. The muscles in your arms ached, and your heart thundered deep in your chest - faster and faster as your cunt throbbed around his cock. 

And then you felt it. The twitch of his cock and the flood of his cum inside you. It was a warm wave that filled you. One that you felt in the depths of your belly even as he unsheathed his cock from the embrace of your cunt. With your face still red hot with the heat of your orgasm, and the weight of Stamkos’ body from you, you rolled over and gathered your clothes. With each of your movements rushed and clumsy, you practically stumbled from the bed as you jumped into your shorts – but not even their tight fabric could distract you from the feeling of his cum beginning to spill from your core. 

It left your heart pounding loud in your ears, and you could feel it pulsing throughout your body as you moved for the door. It was there Stamkos stopped you, his hand on your arm to stop you from leaving. You didn't know if he had said anything before that moment. If he had, you didn't hear it. But you looked up at him with a smile and heard his gentle words. 

“Take this before morning,” Stamkos said, his words far from a suggestion as his hand found yours. In your palm, he dropped a small pill pocket. Your fist wrapped around it tightly. 

You could only nod, your voice too weak to find even a single word before you slipped out the door. Gripping the pill even tighter, so tight your nails dug into the flesh of your palms. You could not drop it, you couldn't risk anyone else seeing it. No one could know what had just happened. 

Not even Cirelli, who stood in the doorway of his hotel room, waiting so patiently for you to be done with the Captain as he had so many times before. But you couldn't risk seeing him, not tonight. 

You shook your head slowly and paired your subtle, silent rejection with a yawn. Maybe then he would believe that you were just too tired. Maybe then he wouldn't become suspicious. 

And he doesn't question it as you walk right past him and disappear into your own hotel room. Standing there with your back pressed to the door, you opened your palm and stared down on the tiny morning-after pill in your hand. It and the feeling of his hot cum pooling in your shorts left your stomach knotted. And with that feeling, you didn't have to think twice. You opened the pill pocket with gentle pressure, releasing it into your hand before you brought it to your mouth and swallowed it back without water, without anything but guilt. 

Even hours later, as you lay in bed with sleep refusing to take you, you swore you could still feel it there. A heavy lump in your throat, an aching reminder of the rules that you had broken. And there, as you wrapped your arms around your pillow and squeezed it tight, you decided you could never let something like that happen again. 

TAGLIST:@mp0625 , @equallyshaw , @charles11700 , @swissboyhisch , @wingedwheelprxncess , @luvmmarner, @fandomrejects , @misunderstoodwerewolf , @callsign-denmark , @puckmaidens , @xcicix , @starshine-hockey-girl , @cixrosie

[endlich-allein]

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[menitrust]

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[masoncarr2244]

Patrick Kane - Buffalo Sabres at. Detroit Red Wings 04/07/24/

[rangerpanties]

Budapest, 06/07/22 // Detroit, 09/13/22 // Houston, 09/27/22

[i-m-a-leaf-on-the-wind]

hi! do you happen to know in which gigs miles was on the floor and alex started playing the guitar on top of him??

This one ?

It was this gig : The Fillmore, Detroit, USA [26-07-2016]

Or this one ?

Primavera Sound, Barcelona [03-06-16]

[gogogodzilla]

November 10, 2031, 9:47:07

Summary: You receive a not-so-warm welcome from the rest of the Detroit Police Department and receive your first case masterlist ✩ ao3 ✩ wattpad ✩ previous chapter ✩ next chapter ✩

Gavin remains a few steps behind you the entire way to your office. You push open the glass door and take a seat at your desk. Gavin sits in the chair opposite of you, where your boss sat not too long ago, and tasked you with this project. 

His eyes dart around the room, taking in your scarcely decorated office. You open the files Mr. Graff forwarded to you before your meeting with Gavin and scan over the contents. The project is relatively simple, and your shoulders slightly relax. 

Your project is going to be time-consuming, to say the least. You have two months to learn everything you can about the Detroit Police Department and apply that to the androids that will be a part of the police department. Your knowledge of human behavior will help make the police androids more tolerable to the public, but it means nothing if you don’t know how to make people trust police officers. That’s where the disgruntled officer sitting across from you comes into play. 

You spare a glance away from your monitor and your eyes meet his. He’s quick to avoid your gaze, and you could’ve sworn you saw his cheeks redden. 

He clears his throat and continues to look around your office, “Nice place you got here.” 

“Thanks,” you reply as you watch him. The printer on the side of your desk hums to life as a copy of the file you were looking at shoots out. You take the paper and shove it into a manilla folder. 

You slide the folder across your desk, and Gavin’s eyebrows raise as he picks it up. “What’s this?” 

“Our assignment. Well, it’s more mine than yours,” you shrug. 

He thumbs through the file, smirking as he reads. “Looks like we’re gonna be spending a lot of time together, sweetheart.”

“Talking isn’t a requirement for this, by the way,” you return your gaze to your monitor before adding, “and don’t call me ‘sweetheart.’” 

He’s quiet for a blissful moment before speaking up, “So, you’re just gonna be watching me for two months straight.” 

You lean back in your chair, “Not necessarily. I’ll mostly be observing your behavior and reporting back to my team. I’ll be looking at how you interact with the general public, and how you work on the cases that you do. Would you consider yourself to be likable, Reed?” 

He rolls his eyes, “Of course I’m likable.” 

“Somehow I doubt that.” 

You cut off his retort by standing, and his eyes follow you as you rise. 

“Where are you going?”

“Feel like doing a ride-along today?”

He grins and giddiness flows through you. 

“Grab your coat, sweetheart,” he chuckles as he stands. Then, it’s your turn to follow him as he makes his way toward your office door. 

Gavin wordlessly leads you to the parking garage and to his patrol car, a sleek vehicle marked with the Detroit Police Department emblem. He unlocks the vehicle and slides into the driver's seat. You yank open the passenger side door and climb into your seat. As soon as you’re settled, Gavin turns the key, and the car hums to life. 

Gavin taps on the steering wheel matching the beat of the music as he drives, and a comfortable silence falls over the two of you.

“So what exactly do you do at Cyberlife? You don’t seem like the usual tech geeks that hang around there,” Gavin questions as he drives, sparing a glance in your direction. 

“I was hired with this project specifically in mind. They needed someone that understood human behavior, but was also knowledgeable about androids,” you shrug as you look out the window. “I’m trying to bridge the gap between artificial intelligence and the intricacy of human emotions. People are usually distrustful of cops, and that distrust is going to increase tenfold with the androids added to the police force.” 

Gavin snorts, “That’s an understatement. We can barely get people to talk to human cops, forget about robocop.” 

You adjust your seatbelt, “It all comes down to understanding your behavior and integrating that knowledge into their programming. We’ll start with the core things— empathy, ethical reasoning, and emotion recognition. Eventually, we’ll have an android accompany us into the field.”

Gavin raises a brow, “You wanna teach androids empathy? Good luck with that, sweetheart.” 

You roll your eyes, “They’re not going to actually feel it. It’s more like they’re simulating it.” 

“That sounds even worse, you know that right?” 

You cross your arms and press your lips into a thin line. He has a point, but you definitely weren’t going to tell him that. As he drives, the cityscape passes in a blur, and you find yourself going over the last few hours in your mind. 

You’ve been tasked with a monumental project that could be very good for Cyberlife should you succeed and disastrous should you fail. No pressure. 

Before you know it, Gavin is pulling into the parking lot of the Detroit Police Department. “C’mon,” Gavin urges as he turns off the car and pulls the keys out of the ignition, “we’re gonna be late for brief.” 

You furrow your brows but follow him anyway. The DPD buzzes with activity as the two of you enter. Gavin leads you through the turnstile and the noise increases as you near the center of the station. Detectives and police officers move around the station, their voices blending into a cacophony of chaos combined with police radio transmissions. Gavin navigates it easily and you stick close to him as you arrive at his desk. 

Gavin’s desk is cluttered, making you miss your quiet office and clean desk. He rifles through the drawers of his desk before pulling out a notepad and a pen. 

“I didn’t expect it to be this,” you pause as you fumble for the right word to describe your surroundings. 

“Loud?” Gavin finishes for you as he straightens, grinning at your slightly bewildered expression. 

“That's one way to describe it,” you reply, sighing. 

“C’mon, we’re late,” he urges as he leads you to a back room filled with officers. The walls are filled with missing posters and various mugshots. You’re greeted by the scent of fresh coffee brewing as you enter the room and you inhale deeply. 

Captain Fowler, a grizzled officer who you read about on the way over, stands at the front of the room, his hands placed on either side of a podium. 

“Officer Reed, you’re late, and  I assume your friend here is the reason.” 

Gavin sighs. “This is,” he rattles off your title and it sounds strange coming out of his mouth. “They’re the, uh, expert sent from Cyberlife.” 

Captain Fowler raises a brow, “Ah, the ride along. For those of you who don't know, androids were recently purchased by the U.S. Infantry for law enforcement assistance. Detroit is one of the cities that is spearheading this integration, which is why Officer Reed has brought a friend to today's brief. I hope you all will give the doctor a warm welcome” 

Gavin leads you toward some empty seats in the back as a few unsettled murmurs break out amongst the group of officers. A nearby officer hands him a piece of paper with various bulleted lists. 

“What’s that?” you whisper as you lean closer to get a better look. 

“It’s the daily digest. Gives us information about what’s happened in the past 24 hours,” Gavin murmurs and lets you read for a moment. 

“Here,” he says as he hands you the notepad and pen he grabbed earlier. “The notes you take in brief will help you throughout the rest of the shift… Better pay attention, sweetheart.” 

You scowl at him before turning your attention to the front. Gavin relaxes in his chair and crosses his arms, getting comfortable. Captain Fowler pulls up a holographic map of Detroit and points out various points of interest. 

Fowler looks out across the group of officers gathered, “We’ve got a series of robberies reported in the downtown area. All available units stationed in that area are to be on high alert.” 

You quickly jot down all the details about the break-ins and the description of the suspect from the witnesses. Before you know it the brief is over and your notepad is covered in the neat lines of your notes. Officers line up in front of Fowler to receive their assignments, and Gavin leaves you briefly to accept his. 

Gavin motions to the exit as he returns, “Let’s roll, doc. Your psychology nonsense might actually be helpful for our case.” 

You lead the way out of the briefing room and hand Gavin your notepad as you walk. You want to ask what he means, but before you can your path is swiftly blocked by a very tall and very angry-looking officer. You stop abruptly and Gavin bumps into your back with a disgruntled ‘oof.’

The officer gives you a once over, “So, Cyberlife thinks that some shrink to convince us that these tin cans can do our jobs better than we can. News flash, doc, we don’t take kindly to being replaced.” 

“Myers,” Gavin snaps from behind you. “Chill the fuck out, no one is getting replaced.” 

“Officer Reed is right,” you cut in, cringing slightly at your agreement with Gavin. “The integration of androids isn’t about replacing anyone, it’s about enhancing the department.”

Officer Myers scoffs and his eyes narrow as he looks down at you. “We don’t need machines doing our jobs for us, we’ve done perfectly fine so far,” he sneers. 

“Myers, if a machine is able to do your job better than you, then you shouldn’t have it in the first place,” Gavin counters, crossing his arms.

Myers takes a step forward and glares at Gavin over your shoulder, “Careful, Reed. Just because you’ve partnered up with the doctor here, don’t mean you’re safe. They’ll replace you all the same.”  

“Yeah, sure. Now, d’ya mind? Some of us actually have a job to do.” 

Myers rolls his eyes and stalks off. You let out a breath as you watch him disappear out the door and into the precinct. 

You turn to Gavin, frowning, “I’m not going to get you replaced, you know that right?”

“I know, sweetheart,” he answers, but he doesn’t quite meet your eye. “Let’s go, we got a job to do.” 

You start to reach out to grab him as he passes you, but you let your hand fall to your side instead. Your frown deepens as you follow him. 

“You trust me, right?” you question as you step outside into the winter air. You tug your coat closer to you as the wind stings against your cheeks. 

Gavin scoffs, “I don’t know you, none of us do.” He sighs at your downcast expression, “Don’t take it personally, sweetheart. Cops aren’t the most trusting group of people. Now, get in the car.” 

[thepinkseashell]

:D

Roskilde Festival, Roskilde/DK, 06/07/07

Little Caesars Arena, Detroit, Ml, 09.13.2022

[rhinozilla]

Me: Okay, so the next few chapters are going to be a court trial. I'm not a lawyer, I don't know the procedures and jargon well enough to make this believable.

Brain: Research it. Intensely. Hyperfocus.

Me: But I don't wanna. Nobody is going to be reading through this with a fine tooth legal comb. All sorts of procedural law shows get away with HUGE artistic license, and they get PAID to write it that way! And my fic is literally set in a canon that has androids in it.

Brain: You have to be accurate. Research it. It has to be watertight or else.

Me: Or else what?

Brain: Bad things.

Me: Remember that time the ACTUAL GAME confirmed that android hair is a projected hologram and doesn't have physical permanence...and then Kara cut her hair with scissors later? I think I can get away with some legal mumbo jumbo.

Brain: No. Not the same.

Anyway, right now I'm elbow deep in writing these trial chapters and really trying to both make a good faith effort and not overthink myself into writers' paralysis.

[detroitlib]

View of the passenger ferry "Tashmoo" in Port Huron, Michigan. Passengers wait on dock. Printed on front: "10012. Str. 'Tashmoo' at Port Huron, Mich. Copright 1906 by Detroit Publishing Co." Handwritten on front: "Does this look as natural as the time we missed it. 8/4/07." Printed on back: "Phostint card. Made only by Detroit Publishing Co., trademark reg. U.S. Pat. Off." Handwritten on back: "Humble came in tonight let me know he was settled at 52 Mich. Ave. George." Card is postmarked August 15, 1907.

Burton Historical Collection, Detroit Public Library

[cellythefloshie]

;; History Lessons   Chapter Seventeen of the Road Wife Series

Table of Contents 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 11  | 12  |  13  | 14 | 15 16 | 17

Summary: On the road again, you are haunted by the memory of catching Pat Maroon and the first wife together at Amalie. But you find an escape - and answers - when your first appointment with Alex Killorn claims your afternoon. Kinks & Triggers: there is no smut in this chapter. Word Count: 3k

TAGLIST:@mp0625 , @equallyshaw , @charles11700 , @swissboyhisch , @wingedwheelprxncess , @luvmmarner, @fandomrejects , @misunderstoodwerewolf , @callsign-denmark , @puckmaidens , @xcicix , @starshine-hockey-girl , @cixrosie

The road trip kicked off yet again in Dallas, which felt more like a second home than a pit stop for the season which how many times the boys had played them. But that was merely a side effect of playing a condensed season in one set division. You bounced from Tampa to Sunrise, Dallas, Raleigh, Detroit, Nashville and Chicago. That was the breadth of your reality. Any other team, any other city, would only concern you when the playoffs began. Until then, only two things hung heavily over your mind. Your duties as the road wife, and the road wife that had come before you.

You had tried to keep yourself distracted with books and music and conversation. But there was no ignoring the stare of Pat on the flight that had taken you from Tampa to Dallas. And there was no ridding your mind of the memory.

It was all still so clear in your mind. Pat, sitting there on the examination table. His shirt was open, merely hanging off his shoulder. You could see everything. The tone of his chest, and the hair that grew on it. The treasure trail on his belly that leads your gaze down to the top of his belt buckle. You remembered how his hair was still wet and slicked back from his shower, and you had caught the look in his dark eyes when he realized he was doing something he knew he shouldn’t be doing.

Ella was a stark contrast to him, her soft dark hair hanging down her back and the look on her face satisfied as if she had wanted to be caught. To be seen. And you saw it all. The way her hands rested on the breadth of his thighs to just how close she was standing to him. Between his legs. So close that she could have-

You didn’t let your mind spiral as it often did when it crept into the back of your mind. The vision of them became etched there, but you refused to let yourself fill in the blanks. You refused to let yourself wonder just was happening there before you caught them.

Work kept you busy when the team had played Dallas the night before. They won with a score of 2-1, with goals from Roope Hintz and Stamkos on the power play, but it was Gourde who had scored the game-winner. But it was Vasy’s effort in the net that really won the game for the team, and they rewarded him a night with you because of it.

He had kept you busy for an hour and tired you out enough to sleep through the night, but they had another game to play in Dallas tomorrow. And while practice consumed the morning, it left the rest of the day for your mind to wander. It left you restless in your hotel room, moving from the bed to the sofa and to the bed again as you tried to read or listen to music. But nothing could bring you resolve. Not until the familiar chime of your phone met your ears. An appointment! You had an appointment!

Sprawling out over the mattress, you reached for the phone that rested face down on the nightstand. The screen was bright with life as you cradled it in your palm, your shoulders doing a shimmy of a dance as you brought it up to review the calendar notifications with a smirk. You hoped that whoever it was, was someone who could fuck the thoughts right out of your head. But when you read the name in the title of the appointment, your stomach coiled into a knot. Killorn.

You had never had an appointment with Alex before, and for a time you thought his name wouldn’t show up on your screen. That he or his girlfriend didn’t want to be involved in such an agreement. Yet, after almost 3 months in service to the team, it was time for his first appointment.

That fact both worried and excited you.

Alex was one of the 4 players that made up the leadership team. Alongside Stamkos, Hedman and McDonagh, he had access to all of your calendars. He knew what you did, and with whom. Even back in Tampa during a homestead, he knew about every appointment you kept to assure that you were ready for the next road trip. Because it was his job to know. Yet, with all the knowledge, he had always treated you kindly. Like a friend, more than a colleague.

The two of you would often watch movies on your flights together when you didn’t have an appointment to consume your time. And while you didn’t have a habit of going to anyone with any problems you had, you knew Alex was someone you could trust no matter what. That fact alone should have had you skipping down the hotel hallway to fuck him. But when you stepped out into the hallway, you moved with the same calm discretion you used for all of your appointments.

You kept your head down, though the hallway was clear, and you kept your eyes trained on the ground as you came to the door and gave it a delicate knock. He would be expecting you. There would be no need to be loud and draw attention from the surrounding rooms. It only took a moment for the door to open and for Alex to greet you, but it was with something besides hello: “Where’s the sexy nurse costume?”

A lump formed in your throat as you looked up at him. He leaned up against the door frame, his shirt discarded somewhere back in his room, but it wasn’t enough to distract you from the seriousness of his stare.

You swallowed hard before you spoke. “Sexy nurse costume?”

Your words were broken, your expression falling into concern as your hand slipped into your back pocket where you had put your phone. His appointment hadn’t mentioned a costume-

Before you could check the appointment in your calendar for any clarification, Alex’s facade had broken and fell into laughter. “I’m just fucking with you.”

You wanted to laugh, but the panic he had given you at that moment only left your eyes to roll.

“Very funny, Alex,” you said, your sarcasm dripping off your words as you leaned in, tipped your chin up and childishly wrinkled your nose at him.

It was there when you leaned in so close to him; he let his hand wind around your waist. His hand found the small of your back, pressing carefully yet firmly against it to draw you inside. Your feet shuffled against the floor for the few feet he guided you, but once you were through the threshold, his hand was slipping from you. Free from his hold, you stopped in place just long enough to kick off your shoes before you were off like a shot and jumping onto his bed. You had never been in Alex’s room on the road, but you got comfortable with ease.

You settled among the pillows and snuggled into their comfort as if the two of you were settling in for a movie, not sex. And Alex did the same, settling down beside you. He leaned back against the headboard, his athletically toned body stretched out lazily before he took hold of you by the ankle and carefully tugged you to drape your legs over his lap.

It was the first authentic touch he had given you. One that boarded, being friendly and being curious. It left you lying a little awkwardly across the bed, but you didn’t mind. It was nice just being there to escape the torment of your own mind and there was a certain peace in Alex not being in a rush. Most of the other players would have you out of your pants before you even made it to bed, but Alex seemed to want to take his time with you.

His hand dragged up and down the length of your leg slowly as you both lay there. Running from ankle to knee, the only thing between you was the thin fabric of your pants. You warmed beneath the gentle friction, your mind focused on the rhythm of his touch as the two of you fell to small talk. You spoke of the game the night before, the road ahead, and the playoffs to come all the while his hand crept up a little higher. Up and over your knee before dropping back down, slipping down the side of your leg before travelling back up again. Until his hand came to hook behind your knee and he hoisted you up to sit in his lap with an effort that could only leave you gasping.

You often forgot just how easy it would be for any of the players to really manhandle you, and in that moment, Alex had been the closest to doing it. He seated you in his lap, your knees resting on each side of him and your hands finding - and feeling - the breadths of his chest to steady yourself as you wavered for a moment. Every breath you took almost brought you to a nervous tremble as you watched him, both of you so careful, so cautious, but it could only last so long. You had a job to do.

His hand had settled on your hips, his grip on you not hard but not slipping from you either. Firm, but easy enough for you to draw a single hand from you. You held it in both of yours, drawing it up to your lips to place a careful, lingering kiss against the pad of his fingers before guiding it to your cheek. His hand splayed out against him. You could feel everything from the warmth of his palm to how his fingers stretched out into your hairline as he cradled your cheek. It is with that careful touch that Alex guided you in and welcomed your kiss.

Your lips moved against his slowly, your nose wrinkling at the feeling of his coarse beard rubbing up against the skin of your jaw. But you persisted, leaning into the cautious kiss as his grip on your hip grip a little tighter. Then your lips parted, your tongue coaxing in the embrace of his tongue, but when it slid past your lips, you had to do your best not to cower. You could feel its slick - almost slimy feeling embrace as it stroked your tongue, getting the very taste of him - which was a pleasant minty flavour. Yet, it felt wrong.

It took all your willpower to keep your composure, to keep yourself from gagging as your hands found both of his cheeks and you eased out of the kiss you shared. Your eyes shifted over his features quickly, trying to gauge how he was feeling, but Killorn was always one of the hardest people for you to read.

Sighing, you let your eyes shut, and let your question creep up the back of your throat. “Was that as weird for you as it was for me?” you asked, your words a nervous admission.

But Alex put you at ease with a low laugh. “Yeah.”

“Thank fuck,” you sigh out, the relief consuming you both with laughter as you slid out of his lap and sprawled out on the bed at his side. It rumbled through you both light thunder that rolled and then there was nothing but silence and the heavy breathing as you both tried to calm after the fit of laughter.

Then, just when the silence was under threat of becoming awkward, you leaned your head to the side and looked up at Alex. “So, what do we do now?”

The easy answer would have been for the two of you to go your separate ways. For you to return to your room, and for him to get back to whatever he was doing before you arrived. But he had you booked for the entire hour, but leaving early would be easy enough to explain - especially when there was no shame in being honest. Yet, he reached for the remote and tossed the room service menu at you.

Sitting up, you crossed your legs and placed the menu in your lap. You looked over it with a smile, your finger tracing each item as you pondered it before going to the next. You could hear Alex putting on the TV in the background. The noise was welcome, but it couldn’t keep your mind at bay. The curiosities of your mind were consuming you once more. Worst of all, you knew Alex could provide answers. Which is why there was no stopping your words are they left your lips in a careless question.

“What really happened with the last wife?”

You kept your eyes fixated on the menu, only looking up when he answered with silence. His eyes were wide, his head half-cocked to the side. He wasn’t expecting that.

“I know she slept with Tyler Seguin. He all but told me that,” you explained, your words clear and direct as you looked at him, your eyes pleading, “but there’s more to it, isn’t there?”

More silence.

You fucking hated the silence. You wanted answered, even if it was something you both knew you shouldn’t be talking about. But you needed answers, so you were going to keep talking until he gave you something. Anything.

“She works for the Florida Panthers now, did you know that?” he met your eyes at the question, his soft look a silent answer. He knew. “She was at Amalie when we played them at home last…” you hesitated, swallowing hard before you spoke again, “I caught her with Pat-”

Alex cut you off with a long, exasperated sigh as his hand came up to card through his dark hair. This was it. The trigger point.

“Who else knows about this?” he asked. His words were low, and so soft that it almost made you nervous.

“Just you,” you said.

“Keep it that way.”

You stiffened. The tone of his words left your body feeling like glass. Fragile. But nowhere near the fragility of Pat’s situation. With so few words, and Alex’s mere tone, he told you that Pat would get in a lot of trouble if anyone else found out. Especially with it being so close to the postseason. The team needed him, so you would keep your mouth shut. But not with him. Not when his answers were making you all the more curious.

“You have to tell me what happened now,” you pried, pushing up onto your knees and giving him a reassuring smile.

He could trust you - or rather, you needed him to trust you.

And Alex did.

“Seguin wasn’t the only problem we had with Ella,” Alex started and it sent your stomach aflutter with nerves. “She and Pat were very close. Her betrayal cut him deeper than any of the rest of us…” he trailed off, his dark eyes shifting away from your face as she ran his hand along the angles of his jawline. Alex was trying to determine just how much he could get away with telling you without getting himself into trouble. Maybe he had already said too much, but he didn’t leave you on the edge of wanting more. “Because he was going to leave his fiance for her.”

“You’re joking!” You blurted out, your hands coming up to cover your mouth and the disbelief that consumed you.

Alex shook his head slowly, solemnly, and even then, you can’t believe it. You don’t want to.

You didn’t know how long exactly Ella had been with the team, but what you knew was that Pat had been engaged for some time before he had gotten married in the offseason. It had been a small ceremony not long before the season had started, shared in a mere handful of photographs on social media. And that he had known his now-wife long before they had entertained the idea of a relationship.

They had always seemed happy, in love. And he was going to throw it all away because of her. That was until he found out she had slept with Seguin.

The thought alone left a sour taste in your mouth, your body on the verge of retching. You hated that you caught them together, even if you didn’t know exactly what they were doing. Knowing what Alex shared with you only left your mind to spiral further now. And it left your heart broken for his wife. For his son. And his daughter too.

You wanted to tell yourself that they were just talking, but you couldn’t lie to yourself. Your gut was telling you something more had happened and your instinct wasn’t often wrong.

Alex must have seen the turmoil on your face, because he was reaching out to place a hand on your knee before you could stop it, then came his words. “She was trouble, but being the first wife, we didn’t have a lot of the conditions in place that we do now. Things weren’t as strict, gave us all a little too much freedom with what we could do with our wife.”

You tensed. He continued. “And if you asked me, we could use a few more rules to keep us all in line.”

Your brows knitted, confused, curious, “what do you mean?”

His smile grew, maybe a little too wide. He had been waiting for this moment, maybe even longer than you had been looking for your own answers. “I’ll just get to the point because I’m curious. What’s going on with you, Ross and Tony?”

“Are you asking me as the alternate captain or as my friend?” You asked him, your own words slow, cautious. It was you who was unsure of what you could say without getting yourself into trouble now.

“Your friend.”

“In that case,” you let yourself smile as you let yourself lay over his lap as you reached for the hotel phone, “we’re going to need a drink. I don’t talk about boys without a drink-”

[kiltro]

Kiltro Q&A Session (28/07/2023)

"This event was made possible by Jack Trueax, their sound technician and tour manager, who facilitated our communication with the band and assisted in compiling their answers; and Trevor, aka CATZ, a member of our server who kindly shared the server with Jack in the first place. We'd also like to express our immense gratitude to their sound engineer Kyle Smith and the rest of the band for generously taking the time to answer our questions, as well as for their continuous involvement with, acknowledgment, and support of the community. We seriously can't thank y'all enough, it was a dream come true." Written, compiled and formatted by @starfunkbonnibel over on rateyourmusic.com! All credit goes to her - this post is simply meant to facilitate reading and sharing.

Join the Kiltro server here: https://discord.gg/M67HjF9C9V The following is a transcript of a Q&A session with the band hosted on our Discord server, around July 28th, 2023. With the exception of certain typos and emojis, the questions and answers remain intact. Enjoy!

Introduction

Kiltro is an indie latin folk rock project created by Chilean-American musician Chris Bowers Castillo while working as a walking tour guide in Valparaíso, a formerly prosperous port city northwest of Santiago, Chile. After the opening of the Panama Canal, the city transformed into an elusive haven of bohemians and stray dogs - or "quiltros", Chilean slang for "mutt". Inspired by the liminal nature of Valparaíso, Chris wrote a series of short stories that would later evolve into the material of the band, using the symbol of the stray dog as both a metaphorical vehicle and an empowering term for his mixed identity and music, ultimately naming the band after them. Subsequently, he would reunite with an old college friend, Will Parkhill, who would go on to join as the band's bassist, alongside Michael Devincenzi as their drummer. Together, they would shape the sound of Kiltro, reanimating Chris's stories into the mysterious characters, melodic allure, and intangible soundscapes that comprise and lurk beneath their debut album Creatures of Habit. Later on, affected by the quarantine, the band took a more introspective approach, deciding to use cats as a motif for their sophomore record, Underbelly, inspired by their solitary and contemplative nature. Around this time, Fez García joined the band as a second percussionist for concerts, completing the lineup as we know it today. (Carroll, 2019) (Mitchell, 2023) Info sourced from: Carroll, E. (2019, 13th November). Here, There and Everywhere: Kiltro’s Mutt Rock. Westword. https://www.westword.com/music/kiltro-frontman-chris-bowers-castillo-talks-mutt-rock-11494843 Mitchell, M. (2023, 1st June). Kiltro Go Behind the Scenes on Underbelly Track By Track. Paste Magazine. https://www.pastemagazine.com/music/kiltro/underbelly-track-by-track

Q (regulus_di): What's the best show the band has ever had, or alternatively the most special?

WILL: the last run of tour had the most special shows in a while, especially the navy pier in Chicago, Vienna, and Brooklyn. The growth and excitement has been extremely exciting to see.

CHRIS: The show on the staircase outside of a friend’s restaurant, in Valparaiso, Chile.

MICHAEL: the shows in which there are zero expectations about the city have been the best. Every time we arrive in a town that we know nothing about, we are blown away by the hospitality that we receive. Towns like Columbus, Phoenix, Richmond, Vienna, and Detroit come to mind.

FEZ: can’t decide. He says it’s like asking him what his favorite meal of all time is, “they all filled my tum tum” 😂

SOUND CREW: the Hollywood theater in Vancouver, BC, and Baby’s Alright in NY have sounded the absolute best From Chris's favorite show 😱

Q (goodman873): Chris solo album?

A: Currently the focus is Kiltro, if a song is written that seems out of place for the current state of the project, it’s often left on the shelf to return to at another time. There are a handful of songs that were planned for Underbelly that ultimately didn’t make it onto the final version for one reason or another, the possibility of them being included on a future album always exists. If a song appears that categorically falls outside of the vision of the band, then a solo project might be considered, but the ultimate goal is to experiment and push musical boundaries.

Q (evantheblank): Favorite unreleased / scrapped song, and is it planned to be available at some point?

A: There are tons of demos that have silly working titles, some of the songs that make it into the final version often don’t have a legitimate name until close to the end of the writing process.

CHRIS: the song Alpaca that was written as the same time as Guanaco, different energy but in the same vein and style. Never played live

WILL: Sin Salida that was included in an Instagram reel with a bunch of Super 8 footage

MICHAEL AND FEZ: Tambach

Q (allisawr): Any plans to record a live album?

THE BAND: we try to capture every show 😉

SOUND CREW: We are currently multitrack recording every live show for reference purposes and our personal archives. If a particular recording stands out, then it will be heavily considered for a live release.

Q (syd1288): What's with the cover art of Creatures of Habit?

A: The cover was a collaborative piece done by Markus Puskar and Julian Brier, heavily inspired by the work of M.C. Escher

The songs on CoH have a lot to do with the monotonous liminal spaces in our everyday lives, and the lyrics are very character driven. The art is meant to invoke the illusion of a society that feels like it is going in loops and circles, in which we are becoming “creatures of habit.”

Q (regulus_di): What games are the guys into atm/pre-tour?

A: We love to play giant jenga and a card game called “Hanabi,” we also invented a pool game called “twenty ball” in which Will is the (heavily disputed) champion.

Chris is currently working through another play through of Dark Souls, he’s been tearing through it on the switch in the van. We’ve also played The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom, Mario Kart 8 Deluxe, Super Smash Bros. Ultimate, and a lot of Super Mario 3D World + Bowser's Fury. Stardew Valley and Roller Coaster Tycoon Classic are also big hits on the iPad.

Q (kalamaroe): What inspired the visuals in the If I Lead music video? I've always found it very hypnotising

A: Generally the band doesn’t like to be too specific with the meaning of the artistic content and likes to leave it more to interpretation from the audience. At the time that the video was shot, the band was interested in experimenting with old school classroom projectors, spinning images, double exposures in Will’s photography, and super 8 film footage. The goal was to add visual content to live shows, and a lot of the footage came from that effort.

Here’s some behind the scenes footage from that video courtesy of Will 😱

Q (happidragon): What are the band members' favorite songs to perform?

WILL: it’s hard to pin down and is always changing based upon each performance, but Guanaco is always up there

CHRIS: it really depends on the show, Softy has been a favorite recently because of how dynamic it is, and Lovers of death is another that has been a longtime standard in the sets for that same reason.

MICHAEL: Underbelly, Softy and Lovers of death are all favorites. The dynamics and drum progression allows for a lot of exploration in each performance.

FEZ: Crazy because of the shaker and wood blocks, there are a lot of fun little percussion parts

SOUND CREW: Errasuriz is the most fun to mix, and is always right in the middle of the set when we really have things dialed in.

Q (gumibearheart): How do you guys approach music and the moving parts of it?

A: The writing process is slightly different for each song but tends to coalesce in a similar way, with lyrics typically coming later on in the process. Many songs that start as musical loops get jammed on in rehearsal and recorded as practice demos, the most exciting material eventually evolves into something worth returning to.

Q (starfunkbonnibel): What has been your approach in connecting all these sounds with the themes and stories of your songs? And are there any plans to do one continuous narrative in an album?

CHRIS: I think the soundscapes and by extension the “story” comes from whatever I’m interested in or experiencing at the time of writing. I start in one place, whether it’s a chords progression or an interesting ambient loop, and move in whatever direction feels most compelling and true. I find that a lot of ideas begin to link together because I tend to cycle back on ideas multiple times throughout the process. Because I’m working it out for myself. That goes for sounds, samples and progressions too. Overarching themes or the recurring “character” of the sounds and the places they evoke emerge as the process goes on, and in that is often a kind of story. Or many stories in a similar setting. I visualize things a lot when I’m writing.

In a sense, I think we already work “narratively,” it’s just that there’s not necessarily a script or a series of events. I’d like to make albums that exist in a specific space and create the context for meanings and patterns to emerge. Not a narrative per se. There are bands that do that well but I like to keep things more abstract.

Q (goldengoldstar): Although we know of the influence artists like Víctor Jara, Violeta Parra and Atahualpa Yupanqui have had on the music of Kiltro, are there any other artists or bands you might mention as big influences or inspirations?

A: Thanks to everyone who listens to and shares the Kiltro playlist! This is a stream of consciousness list from all the guys in the band in no particular order: Manu Chao, Deerhunter, Devendra Banhart, Ween, Talking Heads, Jorge Ben, Radiohead, Damon Albarn, Thelonious Monk, Damu the Fudgemunk, Moses Sumney, Animal Collective, John Coltrane, Boards of Canada, Chico Trujillo, OutKast, Teke Teke, Travel Kit, New Order, Kraftwerk, Stereolab, Broadcast, Jack Canaan, Charles Mingus, Sonic Youth, Polo y Pan, Andrew Bird, Marvin Gaye, Metronomy, Sade, YĪN YĪN, Fela Kuti, Tortoise, Cocteau Twins, Air, and Erlend Øye.

Q (goldengoldstar): Are there any plans to play in Latin America?

A: No plans currently, but it’s definitely a long-term goal

Q (starfunkbonnibel): What are your favorite moments of experimentation during the making of Underbelly?

KYLE: During the production/recording process of Curicó (being one of the first songs Chris, Will, and I dove into, if I remember correctly) I was in the studio with Chris focusing on the song’s momentum. I believe this may have been before real drums were put down? Idk, can’t completely remember… but my goal in that session was to add excitement and some kind of uplifting drive to the song. In one moment, I was trying to think of a way to show Chris how we “could” add a particular energy to the song to see if he liked the idea/direction. I decided to give Chris an example by grabbing a shitty/lofi mic and shouting “HEY! HEY! HEY!.. etc” into the mic along with what we had recorded so far. And I was like, “that’s the kinda of energy I’m thinking we can add,” and then Chris was basically like… we should just keep that hahahaha. In that moment I personally felt like we or I at least had figured out a key to the energy of that song, and also my creative flow with Chris, Will, and so forth going forward. Not to mention the beginning of a great friendship 🙂 this was fun to write about! Thanks to everyone here for being a part of their music ✨🐕 This wasn’t about Underbelly, but it’s what the question made me think of lol sorry But still fits a vibe of how I think we all have fun working together on all the music 🙂

Thank you for reading! Event managed by: Kamsthetics , MartixArtist, GoldenGoldstar, and StarfunkBoogie / @starfunkbonnibel. Transcript revised by: plantboyfriend / @plumerii Format inspired by silvershr0ud_'s interview

[menitrust]

ICYMI, we're touring in Canada and the USA this fall. Some shows have sold out already and many more have very few tickets left. In 2024, we will be taking some time off to write and record the next album. If you're in Canada or the USA, this is your best bet to see us play in the near future! Thank you for your ongoing support <3 looking forward!

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SEP 28 Montreal MTeleus SEP 29 Montreal MTeleus OCT 05 Toronto History OCT 06 Toronto History OCT 18 Cincinnati, OH OCT 19 Detroit, MI OCT 20 Chicago, IL OCT 21 Minneapolis, MN OCT 23 Denver, CO OCT 25 Salt Lake City, UT OCT 27 Portland, OR (Early) OCT 27 Portland, OR (Late) OCT 28 Seattle, WA OCT 30 Francisco, CA NOV 01 San Diego, CA NOV 02 Anaheim, CA NOV 03 Las Vegas, NV NOV 04 Los Angeles, CA (Early) NOV 04 Los Angeles, CA (Late) NOV 05 Phoenix, AZ NOV 07 Austin, TX NOV 08 Dallas, TX NOV 09 Houston, TX NOV 10 New Orleans, LA NOV 11 Atlanta, GA NOV 12 Raleigh, NC NOV 14 Norfolk, VA NOV 15 Washington City, DC NOV 16 Philadelphia, PA NOV 17 New York City, NY NOV 18 New York City, NY NOV 19 Boston, MA

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George Springer vibing - Toronto Blue Jays at. Detroit Tigers 07/07/23/