Thriving on all the omega Mack purring content going around but I raise you this! Alpha Will crooning/rumbling uncontrollably whenever Mack is nearby to the point it’s just getting ridiculous. Like Will ruins interview sound bites because Mack walks by, teammates on late night flights threaten to strangle him please let them get a nap in the plane sounds like it’s going to fall apart rn
Bonus Mack purring and Will crooning at the same time and it just sounds like a motorbike parade that will not LEAVE guys can you even hear the movie you’re watching????
(I love your abo fics, breathe me in was stunning! <3)
awh thank you!!! and looove this idea anon🩵 fic under the cut!
It starts on the team flight to Dallas.
Mack’s got his headphones in and a hoodie pulled over his head, slouched low into the plush seat. The cabin lights are dimmed, most of the guys passed out or pretending to be, except for a few murmured conversations and the soft hum of the engine.
And then—a rumble.
It’s not the engine. It’s not turbulence. It’s Will.
“Dude,” Bordy hisses from the row behind. “I swear to god, if he starts again—”
Too late. The crooning starts soft, but it builds, and builds, and builds.
It’s not even conscious, Mack knows that. He peeks from under the hood and sees Will next to him, leaned against the window, half-asleep himself, but vibrating with the kind of deep, low sound that makes Mack feel like he’s being physically tucked under a weighted blanket. His alpha’s presence hums through the air like a lullaby wrapped in thunder.
Mack shifts in his seat and suppresses a laugh. He loves it. A lot. But… yeah. He gets why the guys are at the end of their rope.
“Is it me?” he whispers to Eky, across the aisle.
Eky shoots him a look. “You know it’s you. He only does that when you’re within scent range. Which—by the way—should be a restraining order violation. You’re like all over him.”
“Should I move?”
“No, you should muzzle your boyfriend.”
Mack rolls his eyes and slides his hood lower, but not without the tiniest little purr in response—his own, quieter than Will’s, but no less instinctive. He feels it hum up through his chest, involuntary and pleased.
That’s when Will’s croon shifts—gets louder, more urgent.
“Bro!” someone groans. “We get it! You’re bonded or imprinted or whatever! But please, let me sleep!”
“Will,” Mack says softly.
The crooning cuts off like someone pulled the battery.
“Sorry,” Will calls, sheepish. “Didn’t mean to. You good, Mack?”
“I’m fine,” Mack answers, cheeks warm. “You were loud.”
“I always get louder when you’re around,” Will mutters, and Mack would be mad if he didn’t sound so pleased with himself.
It’s not just the plane.
During media scrums, Will’s mic catches the crooning low under his voice when Mack walks by. At first it’s cute, the fans love it, but then it keeps happening. Every time.
“Macklin Celebrini, walking pheromone dispenser,” Toff jokes, and Mack wants to sink into the floor.
It’s worse at team movie nights.
They’re cuddled up on the couch watching Fast & Furious 5 (again), and Mack’s curled against Will’s chest, half-lidded and relaxed. His body hums with a steady purr, soft and low and content.
Will? Is rumbling like an entire V8 engine.
“You guys—” Tommer groans from the bean bag chair. “You sound like a motorbike gang had a baby with a blender. I can’t hear Vin Diesel.”
“We’re being quiet,” Will protests, not even stopping.
“You are not. It’s like—like ASMR for wolves. Make it stop.”
Mack tips his head back and smirks. “You could leave.”
“I live here!”
“Then invest in noise-cancelling headphones,” Will says smugly, tugging Mack closer. His hand slides up under Mack’s hoodie and rubs over his side, and Mack purrs louder in response, helpless.
The two sounds—Will’s croon and Mack’s purr—tangle and rise and fall like some ancient duet. It shouldn’t be possible for it to sound affectionate and obnoxious at the same time, but apparently it is.
“Shhh,” Will says to Mack, even as he starts again.
“You’re the one making all the noise,” Mack mutters into his hoodie.
“You started it.”
“You love it.”
Will doesn’t deny it. Just kisses the side of Mack’s head and croons again, louder than before.
The house practically vibrates with it.
Across the room, Bordy groans. “I swear to god, I’m calling animal control.”
Mack just hums and snuggles in closer.
Yeah. He really, really loves his ridiculous alpha.
(It's a GIF to show the outfits. Pajamas or hospital gown) the hospital gown has those grippy socks with it
Also an alt of her in a straitjacket :( with different text
I did some rough sketches too-
Aaaaand a relationship chart
She doesn't know or like most of them very much, but most of them are worried about her
SSSSSSPRRRRRIIIIIIIITZZZZZ MY GIRL I LOVE HER SO MUCH GOD SHE’S SO CUTE!!!! All of her outfits!!! And the drawing of her pulling at her hat!!! GOD I CAN’T TAKE IT. I WANT TO HUG HER SO DAMN BAD. GIMMEEEEEEE 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
Q. I know you talked about SVG a lot, but you and Bubba came close here the last few years. Where did that relationship start, and could it be a unique feat that he won the last race on the oval and you could win the IMS oval?
SCOTT McLAUGHLIN: The magic of Coors Light brings people together. We were having a couple beers at Blaney's, and I feel like we've just been friends ever since.
Bubba is a great dude. I think we had a kid at the same time, so we were just voicing out with each other about the tough times and the good times and we sort of went up from the moment the pregnancy was announced to now having the kids, we sort of grew in like a little brotherhood, so it was kind of cool to lean on him and him to lean on me.
I felt like I was so proud of him to win at Indy and I would love to have that feeling, as well, and I know he would want that for me, as well. He's a good dude. He's one of the most kindest people I've met and welcoming people I've met, and I feel like he gets a bad rap on social and a lot of people are hard on him, but he's just a really good dude.
