#tough day to be Mack

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

my cat is Pissed bc everyone is finally gone but we are not yet back to the normal routine and everything SMELLS WRONG and her WINDOW SEAT COVER IS IN THE WASH and IF SHE STEPS ON THE EGG CRATE FOAM UNDERNEATH IT WILL KILL HER!!

and like yeah big fuckin mood but it has forty minutes left in the dryer and i Must vacuum no matter your opinions on the vacuum.

[dmercer91]

perfect girl, ms25

in which mackie spends the day with the sophomores best girl (set last season, 18+!!)

i feel the need to apologize for this but alas i will not,

enjoy! (this is 2.4k words of porn with no plot. mackie samo the man that you are)

your legs were sprawled over marks lap when a knock on the door stole your attention, a small tap to your thigh the force that brought it back

“probably food for mackie. bring it to him for me, hm?” you nodded softly, sliding off him and standing up, heading towards the door.

you bent to grab the bag, nodding to mark to confirm it was food, and then heading upstairs towards mackie’s door.

you knocked softly, waiting for his hum of approval before opening the door and stepping in, but not moving towards the bed.

a movie played on his tv and he’d been laser focused on it before you’d come in.

“hi, mack. i brought you your food,” you murmured, his eyes scanning you before he sat up and patted his lap, grinning

“thank you, baby. c’mere,” he said, confirming he wanted you on him.

you closed the door gently, shuffling over to the side of his bed and setting down the food as you found your way to his side, not on his lap but your legs laid over his.

he opened his bag and pulled out his meal, getting a couple bites in before he moved his fork toward your mouth and you blushed

“i’m ok, thank you,” he tilted his head, fork remaining in place.

“have some, baby. s’ good,” he insisted, moving the fork closer and raising his eyebrow at you. you parted your lips, letting him feed you and nodding after you’d finished, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“good,” you confirmed, earning a satisfied chuckle from mackie.

“d’you wanna watch my movie with me, baby? or is mark wanting you back,” he asked, looking down at you while piling his last bite of food, cleaning up his takeout container and setting it on his bedside table.

“wanna stay with you,” you mumbled, looking up at him with a small smile.

mackie had always taken good care of you. they all did, but mackie especially.

mark gave you the most attention, but he could get rough and distracted. ethan was a little all over the place, and you had a hard time reading what kind of mood he’d be in.

luke, despite often allowing you to steal his bed and clothes, only truly used you when he was having it really tough. dylan was sweet to you, but you found him quiet and a little too tame, though you loved him outside of your alone time

mackie took his time- he knew how to use his words and he controlled you in a way that meant you’d be sated. like he was telling you what he wanted, but it was only ever for your benefit

so if you had been given the option to spend a few hours with him, you’d take it in a heartbeat.

he laid down, pulling at your waist so you’d join him, wrapping his arm around you fully once you’d settled with your back against his chest.

the movie played quietly while you dozed off in his arms, his fingers eventually finding their way to the hem of your shirt, pulling it up around your hips and then moving to the band of your panties

your body shifted, subconsciously allowing him to slip them off you and throw them the the floor.

“you think i can just slip right in, baby? you’re fuckin’ made for me, won’t need to get you ready, hm?” his words went in one ear and out the other, your dazed hum confirmation enough for him.

so, he did as he said, gliding the head of his cock along your core a few times before pressing into you, a shocked gasp immediately slipping from your lips as you blinked tiredness from your eyes.

“mack- nh. mackie, you-“ your eyes fluttered shut again when he adjusted, but then kept still, a soft chuckle echoing in your ear.

“there’s a good girl,” he cooed, watching in awe as you squirmed to adjust to him. “just wanted you to warm me, baby. gonna stay right there with me inside you,”

a sweet moan tumbled from your lips as his hand ghosted over your stomach, barely grazing the bulge he was causing.

your head leaned back against his shoulder, eyes wide looking up at his with tears collecting on your waterline.

“shh, baby,” he soothed his hands along your hips gently, kissing your temple as you tried to relax into him now that you’d almost adjusted “feel full?”

you gulped, nodding to his question. “yeah? y’ can feel me stretchin’ you? feels good?” he smirked, tilting your jaw so you’d continue to look at him.

“so good, mack.. n’ deep- so, so deep,” you babbled, a small whine following your words. you’d wanted so badly for him to move- rock his hips a little. but he said he wanted you to warm him, so you listened.

“such a patient baby girl. so perfect f’ me,” he whispered, a little dazed and lost in his own control over you- but still maintaining it.

“watch the movie, baby,” he released your jaw, nodding to the tv screen and kissing your temple sweetly. you nodded, trying to keep your attention centred on the plot and not the aching wish that he’d move- just give you a little friction.

his phone buzzed with a text from the sophomore group chat, and a smirk found it’s way back to his lips.

from, estapa: princess still up with you, samo?

from, samo: watching a movie

from, eddie: fuckin hog

mackie chuckled to himself, kissing your temple again and mumbling your name into your ear sweetly. you hummed, sparing him a glance before letting your eyes drift to his phone that he’d set in front of you.

“you wanna give them a little show, baby?” you furrowed your eyebrows, not clueing in to what he meant until he opened his camera and adjusted your legs so your knees were up to your chest.

you moaned at the movement, watching his phone carefully as he angled it to snap a picture of him seethed inside you, your grown arousal drooling from your centre and leaving shining spots on your inner thigh

“fuck. prettiest pussy i’ve ever seen. can i show them, baby? show them how good you take me?” you bit your lip, contemplating his request as he readied the picture to send and hovered over the blue arrow

“only the sophomores?” you looked up at him, lip still slid between your teeth, this time with question.

he nodded “only for us, baby,” you nodded gently, watching as the picture sent with the message he’d typed

from, samo: attachment, 1 image

from, samo: warming me like she’s made for it

from, estapa: jfc

from, estapa: she’s fucking perfect

from, lukey: how can u not be moving

from, lukey: i’d have broken as soon as i started

from, eddie: she’s always so good for you

from, duker: fuck me shes pretty

from, samo: show that to anyone and i cut your dicks off

mackie chuckled as you squeezed around him, flustered at the compliments and desperate for him to start moving

“please, mack, i’ve been so good,” you blurted, his head cocking to the side. “i know you have, baby. gotta be patient with me, though,”

you fought the urge to whine at his denial, instead nodding obediently and trying to focus once more on the movie that was playing. if you’d seen it before, you were too distracted to piece together what it actually was.

he smiled, peppering your neck and shoulders with kisses and gently adjusting his hips, your walls immediately fluttering around him and a breathy whine of his name falling from your lips

“i love those pretty noises you make,” he murmured, his hips starting to rock back and forth, slowly but hard and deep. you reached for his hands, planted on your waist, and squeezed his wrist, crying out from pleasure

“mackie, mackie, it feels so good,” you squeezed both his hand and his cock, leaning your head back on his shoulder with your eyes fluttered shut

he hummed in appreciation, kissing your temple but keeping focused on his thrusts, moving his hand to your belly once more and adding a little pressure

you tried to squirm away, your eyes opening to look up at his and beg, to no avail. “you’re okay, baby, i’ve got you. bet that feels like heaven, hm?” he cooed, watching as your eyes watered again from the pressure building in the pit of your stomach

you only moaned in response, keeping eye contact with him for as long as he stayed looking down at you- his soft gaze a contrast from how harsh his thrusts were.

“you feel so good, baby girl. makin’ me feel so good. n’ you’re behaving like a pretty angel for me, such a good girl,” he praised, bringing his free hand up to cup your face and watch as you flushed, nodding

“jus’ wanna be perfect for you, mack. wan- nh, wanna be your good girl,” you cried, stuttering as his hand pressed harder on your stomach.

he pressed a soft kiss to your nose, pulling his head back when you leaned in to kiss his lips. you whimpered, moving your hands from his wrist to tangle into his hair and try again.

he obliged, the hand on your chin moving down to rub circles on your clit. you moaned into the kiss, tugging at his hair a little while your body started to writhe

you clamped your legs around his hand, pulling away from the kiss to moan, try and warn him how close you were. all you could get our way was stutters of his name or profanity

“shhh, baby. i know, i’ve got you. you can go ahead,” he whispered, cooing sweet nothings into your ear as you fell apart, thighs twitching and your walls suffocating him

he fucked you through it, getting ready to pull out as you caught your breath.

“no, no. stay, please stay inside” you begged, feeling him throb inside you and knowing he was close.

“i’ll come, baby. was gonna finish in your mouth,” you shook your head, choking on your lack of breath before finally finding your words and pleading with him

“want you to come inside. please? want you to fill me,” you begged, his pace having slowed down. both of your hands had moved to his lower back, trying to keep him seethed inside you

his hips twitched, a groan falling from his lips at your request.

“baby, you know i can’t. s’ against the rules,” he calmly explained, earning a sad look from you, leant on his shoulder. your hands made no effort to move and he kissed your forehead, trying to pull out of you.

“please, mack. please, s’ all i want. i’ve been so good. i won’t tell, i promise,” you knew he could’ve easily slipped out- he was stronger than you on any day, not to mention how fucked out you were

“you have been such a good girl for me, baby, so fuckin’ perfect all the time, but-“ your walls fluttered around him at the praise, his breath hitching while he tried to shake his head of the image of himself dripping from you

to no avail.

“fuck. okay, baby. i’ll come inside you. i’ll stuff you full of me n’ i want you on your back the second i pull out of that pretty pussy, alright? wanna watch you leak w’ me,”

you nodded quickly, your hands moving to grab onto his while his thrusts got a little rougher, your walls clenching around him while you felt your second orgasm near

“mack.. mackie, i- fuck” you moaned, a sweet chuckle coming from his lips before he focused on nipping at your shoulders, giving a little more pressure on your stomach

“so big, mh. full, feel so full,” you mumbled, doing your best to praise him into speeding up, your second release teetering on the edge.

“yeah? you like bein’ stretched, don’t you baby,” he quickly replied, pressing kisses to the marks he left on your shoulders and neck

“do you wanna come together, baby? m’ so close. feel so good squeezing me.. like im on top of the world,” he cooed, feeling your head nod immediately, your walls fluttering at the compliment

“alright, baby. one,” he paused, speeding up his thrusts “two. there you go, baby, you’ve got it,” he praised, watching as you struggled to adjust to his newfound pace

he murmured three, your body tensing during your orgasm as you tried to savour the feeling of him spilling into you.

he bit back his moans, a few whines slipping from his pressed lips as your body shook in his arms. you were a mess- haphazard moans of swears and his name breathy and beautiful as they fell, his cock aching at the way you were squeezing him

as you both came down, he let you catch your breath before pulling out of you, a sweet whine indicating your oversensitivity.

as told, you rolled onto your back and spread your legs for him, watching carefully as he got up and kneeled in front of you.

he kissed the inside of your knee, watching in awe as his load drooled from you, mixed with your own arousal.

“fuck, you’re so beautiful, baby. look at you,” he reached over for his phone once more, taking a picture of the mess he’d made of you. he flipped the phone, watching as your cheeks heated

“that one’s just for me, yeah? a reminder of how good you are just for me,” he soothed his hands along your thighs, still dazed at the sight in front of him.

you nodded in agreement, eyes fluttering in and out of sleep due to your exhaustion.

“alright, pretty baby. let’s get you in the bath. staying with luke tonight?” you shook your head weakly, reaching out for him and being given his hand.

“wanna stay with you,” he grinned, nodding and squeezing your hand like you had his.

“then you’ll stay with me, angel,”

[marcellaasblog]

Eyes for the Geezer.

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Older Eddie munson x reader

Summary: Your boyfriend Wyatt takes you to go meet his parents for the first time.When you find out Wyatt has been cheating on you threw out y'all whole relationship,you take Eddie up on his offer but will that do you any good in the end?

Warnings for the whole series: cheating, divorce, angst,smut, alcohol, smoking,p in v,daddy kink, pervert Eddie, Wyatt's mom is an ass to you, mention of Steve, insecure reader,dom Eddie, switch reader, Wyatt mom is a cheater,huge age gap,insecure Eddie, and of course fluff with a Happy ending??

Author's notes: Eddie is 50 reader is 27 . I'm gonna keep the same names from the old story. Beth (Eddie's wife) Wyatt (beth & Eddie son) mack/Mackenzie (Wyatts ex girlfriend)

So I thought I could put part 2 and 3 together with this,but that didn't happen it just looked all over the place and it was too long ,so why not just tease y'all with what I have.

Part 2 // part 3

part 1

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Having a boyfriend was a tough situation to handle.

Being in relationships scared you.

Falling in love while your young fucked with you head on multiple acassions.

You had a boyfriend here and there,but they never seemed to last .

Growing up you had your little fantasy about getting married and having kids, being the best parent you could possibly be.

Which was something you never had.

You wanted to be the absolute best for yourself.

Was that too much to ask for?

You had a rough relationship with your mom,she would always say things that put you in an uncomfortable position.

You couldn't put your finger on why your mom treated you like if you didn't have feelings.

On the other hand you and your dad had a pretty okay relationship but wasn't as great either.you were the only child which makes it look like it was the best situation to live in.

It wasn't that you were lonely, very lonely.

The only thing you could do to fix your problem was to make friends,it was never an easy thing to do.you had to deal with lunches alone staying in the locker room for gym and no friends to talk to during class or passing periods,maybe the teachers but at that they really never bothered.

After graduation you finally felt free and excited to be away from family and mean school kids.You have goals and plans from your life you knew what you wanted and nothing was going to stop you from accomplishing them.

Well you thought.

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You met Wyatt Munson on your 25 birthday at a local bar across from your campus,he was beautiful and unbelievable someone like him would walk up to someone like you.

Wyatt was tall,tan skin, Nice hair that framed his face perfectly as a bit of his fell onto his forehead.he was a proper man and definitely a Mama's boy by heart.

Y'all talked for about an hour straight having drinks come back and forth to y'all table. Wyatt was pretty, but so fucken borning. You wanted to end the conversation so badly,that's until Wyatt took you both to his hotel room and now he was pretty, borning and a fucken sex God.

Little did you know,you would be spending the next 3 years with him.

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Wyatt decided to take a trip out to Hawkins Indiana the place we're he grew up most of his life .You never heard of it but you weren't about to turn down a road trip,you never know maybe y'all learn new things about Wyatt.

It was a 3 hour drive from your location to Hawkins so Wyatt made sure To be ready with blankets ,snacks and a good playlist.

Wyatt let you sleep on the way there knowing you get fussy if you don't have your special naps threw out your day.

How sweet of a boyfriend he is to you. Your so lucky.

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You heard the sound of rain hitting your windshield ,your eyes are foggy and you're not ready to open them quiet yet. That's until you notice that the car was not moving anymore You groaned and stressed out your body hearing a thump from your dashboard as you hit your leg on it.

"Stuiped fucken dashboard." You get from your seat removing your blanket from your tired frame as you get out of the car.

Wyatt rushes next to you grabbing your blanket and hands "slow down baby you're gonna hurt yourself."

Wyatt grabs your hand helping you out of his car as he shuts the door behind you locking as he walks you up the stairs."where the hell are we?" You asked for your blanket from Wyatt.

." we're in Hawkins already and I decided to stop at a hotel tonight instead of heading to my mom's house." Wyatt Opens the door for you allowing you to go in first.

"plus my mom and my dad are probably asleep anyways." Wyatt leads you to the bed, setting you down.

"you should get some sleep baby we got a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

" You nod at your boyfriend's voice. "you gonna join me?"

Wyatt gets up from the bed unwrapping your hands from his waist"not now baby I gotta go get some things done real quick and I'll be back."

Wyatt gets up sliding on his jacket "where are you going so late"?"

You slide off your shoes tucking yourself into the rough covers. "uh you know just getting some drinks with an old friend but I promise I'll be back as soon as I can."

You sit up in bed "with who?" Wyatt scratches his chin. "uhh remember Mack my friend from college I mentioned a couple of times?"

You nod your head "oh yeah I remember,but why so late?" Wyatt grab his keys from the side table. "uh she just wanted to see me thats all"

you looked at Wyatt heading to the door "wait? She? you never told me mack was a girl"

Wyatt chuckled at your words, were you that dumb he thought to himself. "well what do you expect her names mack" you rolled your eyes at your boyfriend .

"fine Just be careful I guess" you laid down as Wyatt opens the door

"yeah yeah I know babe I'm an adult I will see you in a bit I love you" Wyatt heads out the door.

"asshole." you cover yourself up in the blanket drifting back in to your deep sleep .

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You woke up to the sun appearing through the white stained curtains.you felt the warmth of your boyfriend's body laying beside you,still tired you slowly turned your body to face your boyfriend to see him heavily asleep. You caress his face slowly putting your hands over his pretty features touching every mole on his face and every strip of hair that fell on his forehead kissing his cheek.

Wyatt groans as he stirs awake"well good morning to you too." Wyatt kisses your forehead as he runs his fingers through your bed hair.

"So you ready to meet my parents" You squint your eyes pulling the covers over your head .

"Oh come on baby don't be dramatic." He pulls the sheets down letting you lean your head on his chest.

"What if they don't like me?" Wyatt rubs your back trying to get you to relax but he knows you're still going to doubt yourself.

" Y/n baby I love you and I promise they will too."' You let out a groaning sound cuddling up into your arms , you kiss his face all the way down to his neck when your eyes catch a mark on the side of his neck. You really didn't think much about it so you let it go.

Maybe it's an old one you gave him?

"Well we better get going, we only have an hour left for room anyways." Wyatt takes you off of his putting you on your back as he gets up from the bed.

Your eyes scan Wyatta's body as he gets up only to see that there were red scratches on his back,his whole back was covered.

"Hey what's wrong with your back? Did you hurt yourself or something?"

Damnit forgot about those.

"Uh no why?" Wyatt asked as he put his shirt back on.

"There's red marks all over your back babe" Wyatt clears his thoughts.

"Um it's probably nothing,let's get dressed already, you're probably going to take forever anyways .' Wyatt walks to the restroom slamming the door .

Fucken dickhead.

Why is he acting so weird all of a sudden?

You got up from bed ready to start your day.

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Wyatt stops In Front of this beautiful white house, there was a garden in the front with different kinds of pretty colorful flowers. The grass looks greener than ever. There was also a bird's fountain with a small waterfall in the center of the Yard.

"What the fuck." You whispered as you were admiring his family home.

Wyatt chuckled taking his seatbelt off "it's pretty isn't it"

"It's more then pretty it's fucken magical"

"What you never saw a house before" he Glocks his eyebrow up.

"No.Not like this"

"Well come on then let me show you inside your gonna love it"

Wyatt gets out of the driver side jogging to your side opening the door for you .You take his hand as he puts his keys up pressing the button to like his car to lock it.

You walk up to the house Wyatt can feel your hands getting sweaty."hey,it's gonna be okay babe I promise." You smile at him as he knocks on the door.

"Coming." You hear. Women's voices from inside the house. The older woman opens the door ."Oh my god my baby boy, how have you been?" She squealed in excitement giving Wyatt a big hug giving him kisses all over his face as Wyatt tried to swat her away from him.

She was beautiful. She had dark black short hair.She was curvy and short. She had a couple of tattoos herself which you thought was cool.

You could tell she was Cooking by all the flour she had on her purple top and face.

"Well come on, kids get inside."she waves y'all into the house

The inside was beautiful, the floors were marble and the furniture was this beautiful gray and navy blue. It was definitely very expensive.

She walks you and Wyatt to the kitchen letting y'all have a seat at the table.

"Mom, this is y/n my girlfriend." You smile at Wyatt turning to his mom she walks over to you giving you a big hug "it's nice to finally meet you y/n Wyatts told us a lot about you and by the way my name's beth but you can just call me Ms.Munson" she says giving your arm a big squeeze before returning back to the stove.

"So were is dad?" Wyatt spoke up again.

"He's in the shower and told him he needed to clean up because he smelled." She giggled, stirring whatever might be in the pot.

"What did I tell you about bullying dad mom you know how sensitive he Gets" Wyatt laughs

"Oh calm down he's a big boy he can handle it ,plus I was just fucking around with him he knows that Wyatt."

"Yeah but remember last time he got mad at you for breaking his Garfield mug."

"Maybe he should clean his own hair out of the drain,his hair sheds more than my hair does,like don't get me wrong honey,I love your father's hair but it was way better back then but now it just looks bad." She wrinkled up her nose.

"Why don't you tell him to cut it then." Wyatt asked, taking off his jacket and hanging it behind his chair.

"Believe me, baby I keep on telling him it's not the 80s anymore,so get rid of that shit and it's the same thing everytime. you sound like my dad it's my hair I can do whatever I want with it" she mocks her husband.

God, you're already getting annoyed with her and you barely spoke to this woman.

"Well he does have a point but a trim won't hurt."

"Yes it will hurt, boy it's my hair." A voice said coming from the living room.

"Finally you're out what took you so long,wait let me guess your hair." Beth joked.

"You know it." The older man said, stepping into the kitchen.

Holy shit he was hot!

Like how beth said he had long salt and pepper hair,he was tall and bulky he has a sleeve of tattoos on his right arm and Wyatts and Beth on his Left bicep he was wearing a gray muscle shirt and some old blue work jeans that had a couple of patches on his back pocket,not like you were staring at his ass or anything it just caught your eyes.

I mean he does have a nice ass.

"Ah you must me y/n,I hope." the older man joked,trust me he knew who you were. Eddie brings you and Wyatt into a hug,he smelled like after shave and one of those men's cheap cologne you could find at a pharmacy,and his arms were huge and hugged you tightly as his biceps flexed around your frame you could feel his beard and mustache tickle the top of your forehead and his hot breath on your ear .

"Yeah yeah I mean yes it's great to finally meet y'all,Wyatt tell me a lot about y'all."

"No I don't." Wyatt said as you turned your head around at him giving him a Disappointed Expression.

Eddie chuckled at your flustered face.

"Hey it's alright honey you don't need to impress us" Eddie leans in "I mean I'm already impressed by you from what I know." Eddie whispered into your ear sending chills down your body. You make eye contact with him as he sits right across from you and he sends you a wink.

Eddie knew what he was doing. Your reaction is the same as all the other young women that would be around him,but there was just something so intriguing about you and he wanted to see how long it takes for you to break. You looked like a good girl but once he gets his hands on you ,you sure as hell won't act like one.

He knew it was wrong to try to start anything with his son's girlfriend but at that he knew his son's reputation and it wasn't a good one when it came to relationships.

Wyatt was just like his mom.

So Eddie wanted to have a little fun too.

He made sure to do a little research on you before you came I mean all he needed was your name and boom all social medias appeared

Was he stalking your account for a couple of months now?

Maybe.

Did he jerk off a couple of times to your bikini pictures you posted on Instagram?

Maybe.

Does he have saved photos of you in his phone?

Maybe...okay yes he did.

He knew he needed to take things slow he didn't want to scary you off or make you uncomfortable but after seeing you squirm under his vision he's pretty positive it will go just fine and no one will get hurt.

He hoped.

It sure as hell wouldn't stop Beth from sleeping with her ex Steve or Wyatt still going to go see mack.

Eddie felt bad that you didn't know who Wyatt really was and he sure as hell didn't raise him to be like that.

Is he trying to get back at Beth and teach Wyatt a lesson.

Yes.

Did he really want to fuck you.

Also yes.

His son was no real man too you and his wife was ungrateful.

And Eddie wanted to show you how a real man could treat you

You would find out sooner or later about wyatt and once you do, he's positive you will take up his offer in no time.

But will Eddie's offer be good for you in the long run??

[cupidbedsy]

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➪ summary: gabe can't help but miss his boyfriend when he sees another video of him and his teammate

➪ warnings: gabe being upset/jealous-ish

➪ word count: 2.3k

➪ file type: au (the film effect) fic

➪ sunny's notes: guys i have not written anything in so long so i apologize in advance if this is kind of shitty. but also, i know i should've gotten how htey meet out first but like i said, i haven't written in so long that i just wanted to write something that i actually wnated to write. anyway, this is not how i thought this would turn out but i still love it! i wanted to do more jealous!gabe but that did not happen and i just wrote him being sad about will and mack's friendships

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“Molls?”

Gabe’s soft voice drew Molly out of her thoughts from where she sat at her desk, working on a new film idea. Her knees were curled up into her chest, her feet resting in front of her on the chair with her head resting against her knees. She looked over at him, furrowing her eyebrows at the uncharacteristically quiet tone of his voice, “Yeah?”

When she turned to face him, she was met with a slight pout on his face, wet hair falling into his face, and one of Will’s shirts adorning his body, all wrinkled. He was holding his phone and Molly could only assume he was watching TikToks or Instagram Reels again. However, as she looked at him, she could see the sadness in his eyes, the longing that lingered with it. 

“Baby, what’s wrong?” She didn’t move, not until she knew that Gabe was 100% upset. 

It took him a few moments to respond to her, but when he did her heart cracked, “I miss him.”

She uncurled herself from her spot on her chair, making her way over to her bed to bring him into her chest and run her fingers through his hair. She knew he had been feeling this way for a few weeks, missing Will and wanting nothing more than to hop on a plane to San Jose and be curled up between him and her. 

It wasn’t often that Gabe let her or Will see the emotional side of him despite them being together for a few months now and friends for well over a year. He hated feeling vulnerable in general, much less in front of people he cared so much about what they thought of him. 

His phone caught her eye, the same flickers of light, the same colors flashing like clockwork. She looked over at it, seeing a video of Mack and Will replay over and over again. She sighed and leaned down to kiss Gabe’s head, holding him a little tighter. 

She knew this ran deeper than just him missing their boyfriend, he missed his friend, his best friend, his teammate. She knew that Gabe seeing Will with Mack, seeing him so close with someone that wasn’t him, hurt. They had been teammates first, they had gotten coffee before games together, laughed their asses off as Will tried to use Google Maps, talked and decompressed together after tough games, and all of it was over in a second. 

Molly’s voice was soft as she spoke, “He misses us too, Gabe. I promise you.”

“He hasn’t texted in three days, Molls,” Gabe’s voice cracked, “He hasn’t called in 9 days, hasn’t FaceTimed us in 12. Why won’t he talk to us? Why hasn’t he called us?”

Molly couldn’t even get a word out before he broke down, drenching her sweatshirt in tears he hadn’t let go of in weeks. All she could do was hold him, leaving kisses on his head and whisper sweet nothings to him, trying to calm him down. 

It worked eventually, 20 minutes later he was fast asleep against her chest, snoring softly. She released a deep breath of relief, reaching for her phone in her bedside caddy. She maneuvered her way into her texts, clicking on her messages with Will that she hardly used since the three had their group chat. 

Will was in New York with the team, and she could only hope that he was back at the hotel or on the bus, anywhere but on the plane. She didn’t bother sending him a text, immediately clicking on his contact and the call button, turning down the volume, and bringing it to her ear. 

A few seconds later Will’s laugh rang out from the speaker causing tears to sting in her eyes. She hadn’t realized how much she had also missed him, she had been so caught up in classes and film ideas and filming, that she never gave herself the time to even think about missing him. Maybe she had done that on purpose, maybe she didn’t, but that didn’t matter now. 

“Will?”

If Will hadn’t known that he clicked the accept button on his girlfriend’s call and was actively listening to her instead of his teammates now, he probably wouldn’t have even heard her voice due to how soft it was. Though, because he was, he could also hear the slight crack in her voice that he unfortunately knew all too well. She was sad and it took everything in him not to blow up to find out what was wrong. 

Taking a deep breath, he waved his teammates off and walked out of their hotel room and into his own, sitting on the bed, “Hey sweetheart, what’s up?”

Molly’s breath was shaky before responding, “It’s Gabe.”

“What? What’s wrong? Is he hurt? I didn’t get a tweet or notification about it. Is he sick? Nervous?”

“Will, Will, Will, please calm down. He’s fine.” She reassured him, easing his worries a bit.

“Then what is it?”

“He just- he really misses you. And I think more in just an ‘I miss my boyfriend’ kind of way.”

“In what way then?”

“I think it’s like a ‘I miss my best friend and my teammate and I miss playing with him and being by his side every day’ kind of way. I think it’s all just catching up to him now.” 

Will frowned, staying silent for a couple of minutes. Thoughts raced through his head, not stopping for a moment.

“I also don’t think it’s helped that we haven’t heard from you in a few days and he saw the media things you made with Mack. I’m not accusing you of anything Will, I know you’re busy, we know you’re busy with everything. We just miss you, s’all.”

She was met with more silence causing her to bite her lip nervously, redirecting her attention to the boy who still slept soundly against her, running her hands through his hair as a distraction. This proved to be a good distraction because her mind barely registered Will’s mumbled ‘I’ll see you soon’ before the end call tone echoed in her ears.

She froze, blinking at the wall in front of her. She pulled the phone away from her ear, trying to rack her brain to find out if she heard him correctly or not. Gabe shifted against her, mumbling something and blinking up at her, “What time s’it?”

“Huh?”

He furrowed his eyebrows, bringing his hand up to her his eyes to rid the sleep from them, “I asked what time it was. You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Yeah, I’m fine, just tired. Had a weird thought, that's all. C’mon, I’m tired. Let’s go back to sleep, okay?”

Gabe nodded, snuggling back into her and closing his eyes, falling back to sleep swiftly. Molly let her thoughts run around in her mind, tracing shapes on her boyfriend’s back in an effort to get herself to rest as well. 

ﾟ+*:୨୧:*﹤

Will arrived in Boston at 4 in the morning, walking briskly through the airport towards the exit, looking between his phone and in front of him. He had always told himself to not make impulsive decisions, and until this moment, he was doing a pretty good job at following that. 

While he packed his bag, his brain screamed at him to put everything back and lay down in the hotel room bed and fall asleep, but his heart won over his brain this time, and he knew he had to get Boston sooner rather than later. He gave Mack a rushed explanation before running out of his room and down the steps of his hotel, catching the Uber he had called 20 minutes earlier.

The whole flight to Boston he was anxious, knee bouncing, hands shaking, he looked like a mess. Thankfully the flight was only an hour, an hour and he would have his boyfriend and his girlfriend in his arms again, reassuring them that he cared for them and missed them as much as they missed him. Maybe he would even finally say what he had been wanting to say for weeks now. 

His mind was so crowded, that he barely acknowledged the fact that the Uber he was now in had stopped just a few minutes away from his destination. He thanked the driver endlessly, making sure to tip him as much as he could before grabbing his bag and suitcase, and practically running down the sidewalks of his old campus. 

He cursed to himself as he came to a halt outside of his girlfriend’s dorm, knowing he wouldn’t be getting in unless someone was walking out of the building or someone was walking in. Thankfully, luck was on his side today as he saw a familiar face walking towards him. He had known him from a few classes he had with him, and someone that Molly had even talked to a few times before. 

He had no problems with letting Will in, talking with him as they walked up to Molly’s floor. Once they reached it, they said their goodbyes and Will headed down the wall, stopping in front of her door. He took a deep breath before knocking, bouncing on his heels as he waited for an answer.

Inside, Molly groaned at the noise, turning and shifting on her bed. In the middle of the night, Gabe and her had moved, so now Gabe’s arms were wrapped tightly around her, keeping her against his chest. She hoped that whoever was at her door would go away and simply buried her head back into the crook of Gabe’s neck, trying to go back to sleep.

Her efforts were short-lived when another knock rang through her dorm room, eliciting a louder groan from her. She peeled herself away from her boyfriend, slowly sliding off the bed and walking over to the door. The coldness of her dorm floor caused her to jump slightly, her tired mind stopping her from putting slippers on before. 

She didn’t bother to look through the peephole, yanking the door open and staring tiredly at the figure in front of her,  “What do you want?”

The laugh she heard immediately woke her up, snapping her eyes open and blinking rapidly, “Will?”

“Hey, sweetheart.”

She wasted no time hugging him, wrapping her arms around his waist, inhaling his scent, “I can’t believe you're here, what’re you doing here?”

“I came to see the two of you of course, why else would I be here?” He pulled away slightly, brushing her tangled hair out of her face and smiling down at her, “I missed you two so much.”

“Molls?”

The two turned towards the voice, watching as Gabe lazily sat up and ran his fingers through his hair. Molly couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped her lips at the sleepy expression on his face as he blinked his eyes open.

Gabe’s eyes opened slowly, looking around the room in search of his girlfriend. Hearing her laugh, his eyes fell on the open door and the two people standing by it. His eyes adjusted to the darkness, the second figure coming into view, “Will?”

“Hey, handsome. How’s it going?”’

“What the fuck are you doing here man? You’re supposed to be in New York.” Despite the annoyance and confusion in his tone, Gabe hopped off the bed and walked over to the two of them, bringing his boyfriend into a hug.

Will stumbled slightly at the force Gabe had used in his hug, but kept them upright nonetheless, hugging him back just as tight, “Had to see my loves didn’t I?”

Molly rolled her eyes at the nickname, a fond smile on her face as she stepped away to let them have a moment. 

Gabe and Will stayed in the hug for more than a few minutes, Will kicking the door closed with his foot as they stood there. They barely exchanged any words before they pulled away, Will leaving a kiss on Gabe’s shoulder.

They climbed into bed alongside Molly, Gabe staying in the middle of them. After a few minutes of silence, Gabe spoke up, “I didn’t mean to not call or text, I just- I’ve been really busy and stressed and everything. I promise I’ll do better, I never want you guys to feel like I don’t miss you, because I do. So so so much.”

Gabe nodded against his chest, mumbling a reply that the two of them barely caught. They just shrugged it off, placing kisses on his head and cuddling against him. The quiet atmosphere settled around them, aiding in the comfort the three were surrounded by. It felt nice, to be back together in bed and cuddling, it was their favorite thing to do. 

“I need to tell you something.”

Both Gabe and Molly’s heads looked towards Will, eyes shining with curiosity, “What is it?”

Will swallowed nervously, “It might be too early but I’ve been thinking about it for a couple weeks now and I just, I need to say it before I think too much about it and never say it-”

“Will!”

“Right, sorry. I um- I love you two.”

The two blinked at him, frozen as Molly’s grip on Will’s hand tightened. Will looked back at them, the anxious feeling creeping up on him. Maybe it was too soon, maybe he did just screw up everything and he had just gotten back to them. 

“I love you two too.”

Will smiled at his girlfriend’s soft voice, leaning over Gabe to kiss her gently. Gabe pouted, grumbling, “Hey, what about me?”

The two pulled away from each other, eyes moving to look at their boyfriend. His face lit up as their attention fell on him, “I love you two more.”

[juliussilver25]

The Reporter and the Wrestler

Mack, a seasoned investigative reporter, caught wind of whispers about a new, secretive football team. Curiosity piqued, he decides to follow the trail. His sources are cryptic, but persistent rumors lead him to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city.

As dusk settles, Mack watches from a distance as men in sleek, silver jerseys slip into the warehouse. He follows them, keeping to the shadows, his heart pounding with anticipation.

Inside, the warehouse has been transformed into a state-of-the-art silver locker room. The players move with purpose, their conversations low and urgent. Mack strains to catch snippets of their dialogue, piecing together a story that goes beyond the typical football narrative.

He notices the unusual equipment, the advanced training regimens, and the palpable sense of secrecy. This isn’t just a football team; it is something more—perhaps an elite group with a hidden agenda. Mack’s mind races with possibilities as he scribbles notes and takes video, determined to uncover the truth behind this clandestine team.

His investigation has only just begun, but one thing is clear: this story will be bigger than anything he has ever reported before.

After some time the locker room empties. Mack thinking it is safe comes out of the shadows and begins looking around more closely. Silver jerseys are scattered across the floor, their silver fabric shimmering under the flickering lights. Near the jerseys the air is thick with a strange, hypnotic scent—musky, almost metallic, and undeniably alluring.

As Mack inhales the intoxicating aroma, he feels a peculiar tingling sensation. His clothes, once standard boring blues and browns, begin to shift, morphing into the same silver color that adorn the jerseys. Panic mingles with fascination as he watches the transformation.

The compulsion to touch the jerseys grows overwhelming. Almost involuntarily, Mack finds himself tearing off his shirt and jumping into the pile, the cool, smooth fabric of the jerseys caressing his skin. He rolls over them, his senses overwhelmed by the scent and the feel of the material. The world around him blurs, the hypnotic smell lulling him into a state of dreamy euphoria.

As he continues to roll and play he inhales more and more deeply. Mack’s thoughts became clouded, a singular purpose taking root in his mind: to become part of this secretive silver team. The once-clear line between observer and participant blurs, and he feels himself slipping into a collective consciousness, his individuality fading.

Each breath seems to draw him deeper. The world around him a blur he feels a strange transformation taking hold. His limbs begin to tingle, muscles shifting and bones realigning. His hands and feet morph into paws, and a soft, furry coat sprouts across his body. His senses heighten, and he feels an overwhelming urge to please and protect the silver team.

By the time the transformation is complete, Mack has become the new mascot for the team—a loyal, energetic puppy. The once-curious reporter now finds joy in his new role, bounding around the locker room, bringing smiles and laughter to the players.

His new life is a whirlwind of excitement and devotion. However something, no someone is missing, his roommate, no his master Jueun

The team brings their mascot back to his apartment to await the return of Jueun.

After a tough day on the mat Jueun, a university wrestler who dreams of being a welterweight wrestler, drags himself back to his apartment, feeling defeated after losing another match.

Opening the door, he is surprised to see a fluffy, energetic puppy bounding towards him wearing a silver American style football jersey.

Jueun is pissed. He does not want an animal in his apartment. Mack, sensing Jueun's gloomy mood, immediately starts wagging his tail, pawing at Jueun's legs and jumping up at him. Despite himself, Jueun can’t help but smile. The puppy's infectious energy is impossible to resist. Before long, Jueun finds himself on the floor, laughing as Mack playfully tugs at his shoelaces and licks his face.

The small moments of joy with Mack begin to ease the weight of his recent losses. Rolling on the floor, playing fetch, and feeling the unconditional love from the puppy starts to lift Jueun's spirits.

The cozy living room becomes their playground as they toss a football back and forth, Mack's agility and enthusiasm bringing joy to Jueun. The bond between them grows stronger with each playful exchange.

After their games, Mack trots over to a pile of clothes and pulls out a pristine, silver, silky football jersey. He carries it in his mouth to Jueun, his eyes gleaming with a mix of loyalty and excitement.

They engage in a lively game of tug-of-war, with Mack gripping the shiny, silver football jersey in his teeth. With playful determination and a final, gentle tug, Jueun wins, pulling the jersey from Mack’s mouth, victorious in their friendly match. Amused and curious, wondering why his dog (did he own a dog?) had been so fixated on it Jueun inspects the jersey, smells it and begins to rub the silky material up and down his arms and all over his face. The feel is so arousing he can’t get enough of it and without thinking puts it on.

As the smooth, silver material slides over his shoulders, an extraordinary transformation begins. Jueun feels a surge of energy and strength coursing through his veins. His lean, agile frame, honed by years on the mat, starts to bulk up. His shoulders broaden, and his arms swell with newfound muscle, ready to fend off defensive linemen.

His legs, already powerful from countless takedowns, become even stronger, providing a solid base to anchor him on the field. Jueun’s core, developed through grueling wrestling workouts, gains even more stability, helping him maintain perfect leverage against his opponents.

Jueun’s hands, skilled at gripping and controlling opponents in wrestling, adapt to the demands of football. His grip strength becomes a crucial asset, allowing him to steer and block with precision. His reflexes, quickened by wrestling, help him react to the fast-paced dynamics of the game.

The transformation is complete when he dons the football gear: helmet, pads, and jersey. He’s now a formidable force on the field, blending the agility and tenacity of a wrestler with the raw power and toughness of a football player

Mack watches with pride, barking happily, sensing the change in his owner and knowing that he has helped his master embrace the power of the silver jersey. Mack nestles close to Jueun, his heightened senses picking up the familiar, comforting scent of his master. Sniffing and nuzzling, Mack feels a deep bond, one that transcends his former life. Together, they return to the locker room, ready to lead the silver team to new heights. Mack, the devoted mascot, and Jueun the Left Guard, now empowered by the jersey, become an unstoppable duo, united by their shared purpose and the mysterious allure of the secretive silver football team.

Be your best self! Join us! Reach out to us Cap @morphmastersilver, or Co-cap/Manager @kaho-kachun-silver

[socialfakes]

the locked heart of a celebrini -jack hughes-

part 1; chapter 3: best friends

nhl players x platonic abigail celebrini

jack hughes x abigail celebrini

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abbycelebrini | my best friend in the whole wide world. loved doing life with you the past 3 years and am looking forward to having you by my side for the rest of my life 😊 tagged: eklund_72

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eklund_72 i love you so much ❤😊 best friends for life

mackcelebrini how did i not know you guys were best friends? | mackcelebrini is it because you're more than just friends? 🤨 | abbycelebrini omg no 😂 are you insane?

sanjosesharks great guy. so happy for you guys

_quinnhughes best friend? 🤔

lila.donaghue he's such a sweetheart

user11 omg. is this a hard launch? | abbycelebrini no 😂

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lhughes_06 thought i was your best friend 😂 | abbycelebrini close, but no

user12 he's so freaking cute. you lucky girl

user13 well hello 😉😍

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beckettsennecke_ ❤❤❤

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abbycelebrini | happy national best friends day to the 3 greatest people in my life who aren't related to me 🌼❤ tagged: eklund_72, beckettsennecke_, lila.donaghue

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lila.donaghue i love youuu | abbycelebrini i love you too ❤

eklund_72 you are the only person i would give a piggyback ride to that isn't a child ❤ | abbycelebrini you're my favorite ❤

beckettsennecke_ happy to call you my best friend 💕 | abbycelebrini thank you for letting me use you as a pillow 💕❤

mackcelebrini lila is my best friend too | lila.donaghue ❤ | abbycelebrini she was mine first. get your own best friend | lila.donaghue there's enough of me to go around 😊

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_quinnhughes happy best friend day to you. you're a one of a kind friend | abbycelebrini ❤❤❤ | abbycelebrini my favorite hughes brother 😊 | lhughes_06 ouch | jackhughes well that's offensive

user8 william AND beckett? how'd you get so lucky?

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user9 i would give anything to use beckett's lap as a pillow. is it really that comfy? | abbycelebrini comfiest in the league 😉 | beckettsennecke_ awee

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abbycelebrini | the first 3 picks of the 2024 nhl draft. couldn't have picked better if i did it myself 😊 tagged: mackcelebrini, arty_levshunov5, beckettsennecke_

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beckettsennecke_ working with you would've been a blast. but still so happy to be a part of the ducks' roster this season | abbycelebrini i see a bright future ahead of you for sure

mackcelebrini was not expecting to be a first pick. but so happy it happened

nhl great first picks

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user5 beckett baby 😍😍

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_connorbedard welcome to the team

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njdevils tough competition this season

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[ladylooch]

How Country Feels - [Mack X David]

A/N: I am so excited to bring this to you today for many reasons. First of all, it’s Mack and David in Iowa. So we know it’s smutty and adorable. BUT! Mostly I am excited to give this as a gift to my bestest bestie @casualhilarity. You graduated!!!!! From your really tough 6 week training program and I am so so so so so so proud of you! There was never a doubt that you would be successful in this adventure. This step is just the beginning for you. I cannot wait to see what is next! In the meantime, please enjoy our thoughts on Iowa coming to life in the longest post I have ever made on Tumblr 🥹💜

Word count: 8.2k

Warnings: mentions of death, cancer, grief, smut (18+ content)

10,000 feet above Des Moines, Iowa, Mackenzie Hischier looks out the window as her plane begins to descend from her connecting flight from LAX. She has been flying across the world for almost 18 hours trying to get here. Queenstown, New Zealand was home for her the past three weeks. Her internal clock is all sorts of fucked up from the massive time swing she is going through, but she was able to sleep in sync with the Central Time Zone on her first flight. She is hopeful that will curb some of her jet lag. 

The landscape below is much different from the crystal blue water and rigid mountain peaks she came from. Instead, it is flat and vast, various different shades of greens and brows. It’s also windy. She scrunches her nose as the plane swings a bit to the left before continuing on at a smoother pace. There is not much out here to block the wind, but thousands of windmills dot the prairie below them to capture the best energy source nature can give this area. Mack has never been to Iowa, or the Midwest outside of Chicago, which doesn’t feel or look anything like what she is seeing. 

Shortly after landing, Mack walks out of the secure area, heading down to baggage claim 2. As she gets closer to the carousal, she sees a tall man with a thick black mustache, blue jeans, and a plain white t-shirt stretched across his broad chest. His hands are stuffed in his pockets as he leans against the wall by baggage claim 2, boot clad feet crossed over at the ankles. A worn, NYR baseball cap is on his head, hiding his green eyes that are devouring her even as they hide in the shadow of the bill. Mack can see the toothpick in his mouth as she gets closer. He pushes off from the wall, starting to walk towards her. Never in her life did she think she would do this, but her pace quickens and she hustles her ass across that tiled floor to be picked up by him.

“Hi!” She exclaims as she throws herself at him. He catches her easily, hauling her up his chest, both big hands clutching her ass.

“Hi honey.” He grins up at her. Mack licks her lips, then puts them on his. He squeezes her tighter into their kiss. “Mmm, missed that. Missed you.” He lets her slide down his body, Vans hitting the tile again. “Thought it was winter in New Zealand. How are you so tan?”

“There was so much sun! We got lucky pretty much the whole trip.” This trip was with two of her colleagues because it is a big feature with the magazine. Mack is grateful they had a photographer so she could focus more on the stories of the locals and less about getting the perfect shot for print.

“Good. Glad it worked out for you, baby.” He says, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “You tired?”

“Um, yeah. Don’t let me fall asleep.” She mumbles into his side.

“I won’t. You’re in Iowa now. We gotta work when we get back to the farm.” Mack’s eyes widen. She looks up at him with concern. David starts to laugh.

“I’m kidding. Work is done for the day.” 

“But tomorrow?”

“It begins all over again. Gotta feed the cows, let the chickens roam, check fence, and a thousand other tasks.”

“Hard working boy.”

“Yeah.” He grins proudly. The beeping of the baggage claim alerts them before the metal begin to turn. David sees Mack’s bag and steps forward, easily hauling it off. “Just this?” Mack nods. “Let’s go baby.” He holds a hand out for her to take. She laces their fingers together, surprised at how rough his hands feel. Her gaze travels up his arm to his bicep, noting it is rock hard and bulging even without flexing.

“How long of a drive is it?” She asks after they are tucked into David’s big, black truck. He whips it fast and easy out of the parking spot, then roars the diesel engine out of the parking ramp. 

“Ah, about an hour.” He tells her, sliding his hand over to cup her thigh. She weaves her fingers through his. He squeezes them tight. “Plenty of time for you to tell me everything about your trip.” Mack smiles, adjusting herself in the passenger seat so she can look at him while she talks. She loves talking to David. As great as everything else is with him, he is a great listener and always asks the best, most insightful questions about her work. She could talk to him for hours. When she is done, she switches the topic of conversation to him.

“Tell me about the farm. What can I expect?”

“Um,” He chuckles, nudging his hat up off his forehead to scratch an itch. “Well, it’s pretty quiet out there. We are about 15 minutes south of the town closest to us. It has been hot this summer, so I hope you got some summer clothes in there.” Mack does. She packed as accordingly as she could. “Hours are long. I’ll be up before you and come back around dinner time.”

“Oh, I thought you have staff?” Mack questions.

“I do, but someone needs to manage them.” David says. “My farm manager is off on vacation right now. Usually takes the whole month of August off and leaves it to me before he is back to managing it on his own when I head East.” 

“Oooo, you’re the boss.” Mack giggles.

“Yeah of the farm and you.” He quips. Mack rolls her eyes. He is not the boss of her, but he can keep pretending he is.

“Am I gonna see you while I’m here?” She jokes. David licks his lips and nods.

“Yeah, I’ll be able to step away. I have some things planned for us too. Figure I could take you back up to the state fair next week. Get you something on a stick.” Mack gives him a weird look. “You ever been to a state fair? County fair? Nothing?” Mack shakes her head no to both. “Holy shit.” He chuckles.

“At least I don’t think we did when we lived in Jersey. I don’t know that was a long time ago.”

“A fair is where you eat fried food, mostly on a stick, and play games to win prizes, drinks some beer or other frozen drinks to stay cool. Farmers and 4H kids bring their animals to the fair to be judged.”

“What is 4H?” Mack wrinkles her nose in confusion. David looks slack jawed at her. 

“Oh baby. It’s gonna be a whole different world here for you.” He laughs like it’s cute to him.  

Mack feels the first itch of apprehension tickle her spine.

She has been all over the world, but she may be completely out of her league here. 

- - -

The moment Mack steps out of David’s truck in the parking lot of the local watering hole, she can hear the consistent beat of the country song thumping in the tiny bar. David says its a bar, but to Mack it honestly looks like a shack she would avoid if she was alone. After getting a tour of the farm earlier, David informed Mack they were going to be meeting his friends for drinks. He has been talking her up all summer and they’re all eager to get a glimpse of this mystery woman who has stolen David’s heart.

Mack purses her lips for a moment, then looks down at her outfit. She is dressed in a flowing black, long sleeved top from Dior and Black frayed shorts from a boutique in Paris, paired with a Gucci belt. On her feet are black and white Nike Air Force ones. She has on various expensive, designer jewelry and a Prada cross-body bag her mom and dad got her for her last birthday. David had told her she looked good for where he was taking her. She feels very, very overdressed, like even her silk pajamas would be too fancy for this place.

“David.” Mack mumbles when she meets him at the back of the truck. He grabs her hand in his.

“What?” He asks. He is in dark jeans with a blue and white, light weight flannel. His sleeves are rolled up his forearms, exposing his tattoos and the tan skin from a summer of hard work. He took a shower and styled his hair perfectly with a crisp part and a perfect swoop.

“I am so overdressed.”

“What do you mean?” He asks. “You look great?” Mack doesn’t know how to tell him that she is pretty sure her outfit costs more than this bar does. “Don’t worry about it. You’re beautiful and sexy and you’re walking in on my arm. No one is going to mess with you.” Mack snorts and then starts to laugh.

“I wasn’t thinking that, but I’m trying to make a good impression.”

“Babe, they are going to love you. Trust me.”

Within an hour, Mack senses that isn’t going to be the case. 

She can feel the judgement. Detect the way it crawls over her body from his friends. The looks of “not one of us” and the whispers between the girls. She has been talked about enough behind her back throughout life to know when it’s happening right in front of her face. It started when she tried to order a Paloma. The bartender had looked at her like she grew a second head. She glances at David nervously.

“Curley, it’s tequila, grapefruit juice and lime. You got all that shit behind the bar.” David gestures to the wall of liquor. 

“You wanna come make it, David?” Curley asks.

“Fuck. Sure.” David shrugs, going behind the bar and showing Curley how to put the drink together. “You think you got that for next time?” Curley did not look like he had it for next time, so Mack switches to tequila and soda instead. 

The conversation around her has centered on all things farm and rural life. What so and so is up to now. Who had a baby. Who just got divorced. Who was cheating on who. It all seemed very juvenile and uninteresting to Mack. David stayed out of it for the most part, listening along with Mack until his friends, Cody and Trevor, started talking Iowa Hawkeye football. Then she lost him to that.

Mack fingers the cocktail napkin that is soaked with condensation below her glass. It’s times like these where Mack feels so out of place in a country she is a citizen off. She knows this isn’t a full, direct correlation of America, but how can she be more out of place here than when she was in Tokyo last year? Or she can get down and dirty in the rice fields of Thailand and feel more connection with locals who don’t speak the same language than she can in the center of the country she was born in.

David’s lips on her temple break her internal discourse. Mack smiles at him. He rubs her shoulder as if to ask “you good?” She nods at him, smiling reassuringly. 

Dun, nu, nu sounds through the bar speakers, then the whole group slaps their hands on the table. “Woo!” They yell. Then Dun, Nu, Nu. Slap, “Woo!” The whole table erupts excitedly, as a man begins to drawl over the sound system. The table turns to look at David, screaming out the next lyrics, “You were raised on an asphalt farm!” Mack blinks, feeling lost. David tips his head back, laughing loudly.

“Davey! It’s your song!” A girl who Mack can’t remember her name, screams then chugs more of her Miller Lite. 

“Get up and swing your asphalt girl around.” Mack’s eyes widen. David chuckles, tapping her thigh assuringly. 

“No, we are good.” David knows Mack would rather be a metal sign on the wall of the bar than get up when no one else is dancing. Being on display is not her thing. She is grateful for that until she sees the sneering glares of the two women at the end of the table.

“Oh, she’s too good for dancing too.” Mack faintly hears.

Mack looks at David. She can tell he didn’t hear what she heard. Not surprising with how loud his other male friends are signing along to the country song. Mack looks down at the girls, noticing how they avoid direct eye contact with her. The blonde one puts her hand up to her mouth, whispering in the red head’s ear. Then they both giggle. 

“No, let’s dance.” Mack suddenly says to David. She isn’t going to let two, small town, hick bitches intimidate her. 

“What?” He responds, surprised. 

“Yeah, show me what you got cowboy.” She jokes as she stands.

The entire table sucks in a huge, deep breath.

“Oooooooo, she is in trouble.” One of the boys mumbles. David gives her a sympathetic smile.

“We aren’t cowboys, honey. We are farmers.”

“What is the difference?” Mack scoffs, laughing, thinking he is pulling her leg. David winces slightly at the large yelp of the table behind him, then grabs Mack, pushing her towards the center of the bar.

“I’ll show you later.” He chuckles, kissing her mouth. 

“Did I say something wrong?”

“Ah, no. They’re just sensitive. Don’t quite understand how other people are outside of these state lines.” Mack gets quiet, retreating into herself again. David practically drags her around in a circle because she is shutting down internally. “Hey…” He trails off. “This is all new to you. It’s okay.” 

“They don’t like me.” She looks at the center of his chest as she says it, not wanting to see the confirmation on his face.

“Nah, they just don’t know you, sweetheart. A lot of layers to your onion.” David can twist it any which way that he wants, but they both know Mack is right. They don’t like her… right now at least.

When Mack and David head back to the table after their dance, the mood at the table has seemed to shift. Now, they all ignore her. 

“How is the herd looking, Trent?” David asks the guy across from Mack. David’s hand is around her shoulder, rolling his fingers in a circle over the thin material of her shirt.

“Should be a good year.” Trent says. “We really need it. Been hurting the last few.”

“Yeah, we all have.” David nods. “Weather has been shit. Can’t out work that.”

“We can sure fucking try tho.” Trent grins, then clinks beer bottles with him. David brings his over to clink with Mack’s glass. She does so. Trent sucks at his teeth, making a slight slurping noise after swallowing more beer. 

“Mack, where did you grow up?”

“In New Jersey before we moved back to where my dad is from in Switzerland.” He nods.

“You have a job growing up or anything?” David cocks his head to the side at Trent. “I’m just trynna find something to relate to her with.” He justifies.

“Um, no. My parents wanted us to focus on school.” Trent sighs like he is disappointed. 

"Must be nice to have a daddy who was able to give you anything you wanted. Didn’t have to work your way through high school to make ends meet.” 

“Trent, knock it off.” David snaps. “Mack knows what hard work is.”

“Does she? Cause the rest of us aren’t thinking she does.”

“Hey, don’t speak for all of us.” Cody snaps. “Drink your beer and shut up.”

“I’m just thinking that it must be nice to have an NHL daddy who can call in a favor to get you a job where you barely have to work as an adult too.” David stands up, chair knocking back to the floor. He reaches across the table to grab Trent, hauling him up to a standing position. 

“Apologize, right now, and I won’t smear you into the wood floor your daddy installed.” 

“I-I-I’m sorry. I think I’m drunk.”

“No shit.” David sneers, shoving Trent back into his chair. The rest of the table goes ghostly silent. Other bar patrons look over their shoulders at the group. Mack is flaming red over the embarrassment of the words thrown her direction and David’s intense reaction. She is equally mortified and turned on.

“I’m going to go to the bathroom.” Mack whispers as David kisses her cheek in reassurance. David gives her a sympathetic look, apologetic eyes watching her as she heads to the back of the bar. 

Mack goes into the first stall, leaning her back into the tiled wall and covering her face. She sucks in deep breaths, trying not to cry. This night could not get any worse. She wants to leave so bad, but she has never been one to back down from a fight. She isn’t going to start now. She doesn’t want them having the satisfaction of seeing her rattled and vulnerable. No, she’ll throw her walls up and fake charm the pants off them. But first, she is going to grab some fresh air.

She heads through the double wood doors, walking down the parking lot, away from the posse of smokers out front. Her arms are crossed over her chest tightly trying to fight off the chill. She doesn’t understand how it can be so hot in the afternoon, but cool down in the evening. Another thing about Iowa she just “can’t understand”. Tears sting her eyes a bit. She feels dumb. Why is this bothering her so much? That guy is a douche. She knows who she is. She shakes off his words, running her fingers through her hair. Mack knows its because she wants to belong here with David. And from her perspective, so far this trip has been less than successful.

A large jacket comes around her shoulders. She looks to her right, seeing David. His eyes are boring into her, studying her face.

"Looking at the stars?" He asks her.

"Mhm." She looks up at the millions of little dots. Now this reminds her of being in the Swiss Mountains. The same sort of inky, black sky dotted with delicate twinkles. He runs his fingers along her shoulder, resting on the back of her neck. He guides her into his side.

"Talk to me, Hisch." 

"I guess I don't have much in common with this version of you.” Her European accent drips into her voice. She is surprised to hear that. It only comes out when she is feeling emotional, creating difficulty keeping a Western dialect. David grabs the opening of his jacket on her, tugging so she turns completely towards him. He steps forward, crowding her space. He brings a big paw to her chin, tilting her face up to his.

“What version?” He asks, laughing it off. “Baby, I am who I am. No matter where I am.” He brushes her hair back behind her ear. “And you’re everything I’ve dreamed of.” Mack can see how much he means it. It’s in his touch on her cheek, in his gaze stroking along hers, in the sureness of his voice. She nods. He captures her lips. The kiss is soft, sweet sucks and gentle nudging of his tongue against her bottom lip. His other hand winds around her waist, pressing into her lower back to keep her tight to him.

David says the right things, but that kiss says more to Mack than his words ever could.

His lips on hers erase it all- the insecurity, the doubt, the not belonging, the not good enough.

He grounds her because he knows what she needs immediately, sometimes before she even knows. But tonight, it is his physical reassurance soothing her more than anything. He towers over her, shielding her from everything with his muscular body, and consumes her in a way that feels safe not smothering. 

"Just say the word and I'll go back in there to straighten Trent out." Truthfully, having him storm back in there would be so fucking hot. She would get to watch him teach Trent a lesson and get all hot and bothered between her thighs. 

“What is the other option?” She murmurs.

“I take you home. We can spend the rest of the night by ourselves.”

Mack contemplates what home entails. She wants him to hold her hand in his dark truck the whole way home. She craves for him to undress her slowly in that small house. His boots hitting the floor at the foot of the bed while he urges her to lay back so he can take his time undressing her. She needs his rough, calloused hands on her soft hips as he pulls her panties down her legs. Then she wants him soft and slow, gently thrusting deep into her in a missionary position as he irritates her lips with his mustache.

And that’s exactly what Mack gets. 

“You look so good for me, honey. So wet and soft and perfect. Take me so well.” He praises her from where he holds his weight above her. His hot breath dances over her face, coated in light beer and her from his previous perch between her thighs. Mack is blissed out, drunk on him and the stroking of him against the walls of her pussy. 

“David.” She sighs, collecting him to her chest. He presses his to hers and then rolls his tongue into her mouth. He gathers her moans, sucking them up greedily so they are only his tonight. He fucks her deeper, harder, perfect bucks into her wet heat. “Fuck you’re so good. So fucking good.” She cries.

“Yeah? Best?”

“Yeah!” She yells.

“Say my name, sweetheart. Say who makes you feel this good.”

“You! David!” She howls.

“Good girl. My girl.” He groans. Mack’s inner walls clench him, pulling him deeper with each flutter of her getting closer and closer to the edge. Her heels dig into his butt, forcing him to stay right fucking there. She turns her face into his neck, sinking her teeth into him as she comes. 

Afterwards, David plays with her fingers as she lays on his sweaty chest. He kisses her forehead, inhaling the scent of her deeply. He keeps his face there afterwards, as Mack starts to go limp in his arms. Her eyelashes brush gently against his warm skin. He shifts her hips a bit, turning to the side so she can lay more comfortable in the crook of his arm.

“Goodnight, honey.” He whispers on her forehead. Then kisses her a final time before leaving her to her slumber. 

- - -

Two weeks into her trip, Mack is still having some trouble adjusting to Iowa. Every thing is completely different here. The grocery store, the little town he took her into, the restaurant options and drinks, even the air is different! It’s laced with manure and dust, making her nose plugged up so she constantly has to drainage. Her eyes had been almost swollen shut every morning of that first week.

“Do you have allergies?” David had asked her. Mack didn’t think so, but she’s also never been to a place quite like this. After a few days of Zyrtec, Mack can finally breathe through both nostrils.

In celebration, and because she is admittedly very bored, she gets into the shower. It’s the only thing in the farm house that is modern. David likes to take long showers after working in the field all day to get clean and relax. He’ll bring a can of Coors Light in with him and have some alone time. Mack thinks is is adorable, getting to see his self-care routine in Iowa. He doesn’t do this after games in NYC, but she thinks that might be because his adrenaline is usually still roaring after hockey. His favorite post-game routing has seemingly been sex. 

After getting clean and putting on some light make up, along with a sundress, Mack got to work putting together a meal for them. She opted for easily transported items like chips, sandwiches, and cut up fruit. Then she made some lemonade from the cup of lemonade mix she found in the pantry. David loves Lemonade down here. She is starting to enjoy it too. This time she puts fresh strawberries in for a little extra sweetness. 

Mack glances out the front window to where two farm hands are working. She puts her feet in the cowboy boots David got her at the boot store in town when she first got here. They are more broken in now and are no longer hurting her feet, so she feels comfortable wearing them for today’s excursion. Then she grabs the basket and steps outside. 

Mack covers her eyes with her hand, looking out at the vastness of the farm. David took her on a tour her second day here, but she doesn’t remember anything. She worries about getting lost out there. She double checks that she has her phone. At least she seems to have good service here. 

“Um, hi.” Mack says nervously as she walks up to the two farm hands by the barn.

“Hi Mackenzie.” They greet her happily. Something about being the boss’ girlfriend she is sure.

“Mack is fine. Um, do you know where I can find David?” She holds up the basket with their lunch. “I want to bring him lunch.”

“Oh, he is in the far back 40 on the edge of the farm property.” One of them says. 

“Okay. And I can get there with that?” She points to the small utility vehicle they whip around on the front of the farm. 

“Yeah….” They trial off, giving each other a look. “Do you know how to get there?”

“I know everything branches off from this road, she points to the left. But after that I am a little lost.”

“I can take you.” The older one, who seems to be more in charge says. “We can take the truck.” Mack nods. “I can put that in the bed for ya.” He hoists it over into the truck bed, then they both get into the cab. 

“What is your name?” She asks once they start down the dirt road. Rocks kick up against the mud flaps and the underbelly of the truck, making her have to yell a bit over to him.

“Felix.”

“Nice to meet you.” She smiles politely. “Thank you for taking me.”

“Of course. Mr. David says you are our special guest. Can’t let you get lost out here.” Mack blushes, biting her bottom lip. 

“Oh I don’t know about that. How long have you worked on the farm?”

“About 25 years. I worked for Mr. Chuck before Mr. David.” Mack knows Chuck is David’s dad. She doesn’t ask, but wonders if he was there when Chuck passed away on the farm.

“That is nice. You must like it here?”

“Yes, they are fair to their workers and their families. Last year, my wife had cancer. The treatment was expensive. We had to travel up to Mayo Clinic in Minnesota. But Mr. David paid for the whole thing and kept my job. My wife has now been in remission for five months.” Felix does the sign of a cross then kisses his lips in praise. 

“Wow.” Mack murmurs. David never told her that.

“He is special. Nothing like his siblings.” Felix’s face seems to cloud over. “We are happy he bought them out of the farm.” Another thing Mack wasn’t aware of. “He has made changes, some hard to learn at first, but all have been good. For us and him. More money and security. People on other farms around here want to work for him the most.” Pride swells in Mack’s chest at hearing that.

Felix turns to the right, heading away from the road and out for a few minutes. They come over a hill, down into a valley where Mack see’s David’s black truck. She frowns, realizing he is out here working alone.

“Is he always out here alone?” She wonders.

“No, just today.” He says. “It’s a hard day for him.” Mack furrows her brows, but nods along. He didn’t say anything before they left. He seemed normal too. The truck comes to a slowed stop. David is working along the fence line. He wipes his forehead with his forearm, looking up at the truck. He sees Felix, then grins huge when he sees Mack.

“Felix! Look at you bringing me pretty little things after busting me for that in high school.” Felix roars with laughter, his big chest shaking as he leans out the rolled down window. 

“This one seems a little less crazy.”

“Eh, you don’t know her like I do.” David winks. He tosses his tools into the cab of his truck. “Stay there, honey.” He says to her. Mack stays put, letting David come to her door. He opens it up, then gives her his hand to help pull her down safely from the high farm truck. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I brought lunch to you.” 

“Oh?” He wiggles his eyebrows, then drags his gaze along her body in her blue, linen sundress. 

“Actual food.” She fills him in. He quips a smirk at her, then leans down to kiss her. 

“Basket in the back, sir.” Felix says.

“How many times do I have to say not to call me that?” David rolls his eyes.

“How many times I gotta tell you it’s about respect?” Felix quips back. Mack smiles. She likes Felix a lot. She can see herself getting to know him more over the next few weeks. 

“Fine. Hey, when you get back up can you tell Becks to get to the N.E. pasture and start working some of the cows into N.D. pasture instead? I don’t think I’m going to get to that today.”

“You bet. I’ll have Reed go with him too. That kid needs to get the hell off my project.”

“He’s a little wild.” David acknowledges. “That’s why he is with you.” David reminds Felix who sighs heavily. “Look what you did with me.” He grins. 

Felix waves and drives off back to the barn after David hauls the picnic basket out of the back. 

“I brought a blanket too.” Mack pulls it out of her bag that she had slung across her shoulder. David drops the tailgate of his truck, then lays the blanket along the back.

“That’s good otherwise your thighs would be burning in that short dress.”

“Is it short?”

“Honey, you know it is.” He slaps her ass to prove his point, getting some of her bare cheek against his palm. Mack leans forward, feeling the fabric slide further up her thighs as she digs in the picnic basket. David runs his fingers up from her knee to cup her ass. He reaches for her arm, pulling her away from the food. “Want something else first.” He sighs against her mouth.

“What if someone comes to find you?” She weakly protests. She had this in mind for lunch too.

“They’ll call me.” He murmurs against her mouth. “Trust me, I don’t want any of my guys seeing you, honey. I wouldn’t take the chance if I didn’t think it was safe.” Mack nods, believing him completely.

He wraps an arm around her waist, pinning her tight to him. His hard cock protrudes from beneath his zipper, pulsing for Mack to touch. Her fingers, clutch the back of his neck, feeling his skin sweaty and hot beneath her fingers. He smells sexy like sweat and deodorant that works just as hard as her man. It’s hot, sexy as fuck, to the point that Mack wraps her leg around his waist to grind against him.

David moves his mouth from hers and presses kisses along her throat. He sucks her skin hard into his mouth at the nook of her neck and shoulder, then continues down. Mack arches back, letting her head fall back so he can access her chest completely. His lips continue their path over the swell of her left breast, then he nudges the fabric to the side. Her nipple pebbles in the sunlight, pink and beautiful, just for him. He opens his lips, pulling it in. His tongue strokes over her sensitive peak, then creates a wet trail to the other one, grabbing it between his lips. He lets that one go with a final slurp, then goes back to kiss her mouth. 

“Mmm.” Mack hums. Her fingers go to his belt, working it apart. She pulls his hard length out of his jeans and underwear, stroking along his shaft, feeling the velvet skin tight in her hand. She works her fingers up to his head, stroking until his slit releases pre-cum. 

“Fuck.” He groans, breaking away from their kiss. David turns Mack, lifting her dress up over her ass and pulling her bare skin back to his. He works his cock between her ass, savoring how she grinds her cheeks against him while he holds her tight by her stomach. He kisses her shoulder, tasting her warm, vanilla skin. 

“Bend over.” He growls before she reaches between their bodies and holds his balls, stealing his breath. She rolls them over in her hand as she lays forward obediently. Her right cheek presses into the blanket she brought. David moves her dress up, pulling her thong underwear down for her ankles to hold. David strokes his cock as he puts two fingers at Mack’s entrance, testing her. She is soaked, almost dripping down those soft thighs for him. He curses again, then plunges into her welcoming heat.

Mack’s arms stretch above her head, gripping the blanket in her palms. Her hard nipples stroke against the ridges of the truck bed with each direct thrust of him into her. David works his hands off her hips to the front of her thighs, keeping his hands there to protect her from the lip of the tailgate. His lips kiss her spine, then he get into position to fuck her hard and fast just like she begs for. The truck suspension squeaks from his powerful pumps.

“So good.” Mack calls back. She opens her eyes, taking in the surrounding Iowa wilderness, grinning at how sexy it is to be fucked by this man right here. Maybe she could be a country girl after all. She giggles.

“What?” He asks her.

“Maybe I am a country girl.” 

“By the time I’m done with you, you will be.” He laughs, slapping her ass with his abdomen with each drill of his cock into her. 

“Oh.” She groans, felling like a completely, coming undone mess at what he is doing with her. His unhooked belt slaps the outside of her thigh as it swings. She moves one hand from above her head, bringing it to her clit to roll it in rapid circles. “David…” She moans loudly, letting her voice go, carrying out across the field.

“Mmm, yeah. Let the world hear you baby. Let everyone know who’s pussy this belongs to.” He brings a hand under her stomach, arching her lower back and hips up so he can drive at a different angle. Mack’s eyes roll into the back of her head, almost securing to her brain at how incredible his cock feels pressing into her velvet circle. 

“Right there. David, please don’t stop. Never stop.” Mack wails. 

“Not until you coat this cock, sweetheart.” He assures her. “This what you wanted, huh? Made your man a little meal so he would stuff you full of his thick cock?”

“Yeah!” Mack admits shamelessly. “Ohmyg-“ Mack chokes on the last word as the intensity of her orgasm rips the breath from her lungs. 

“Oh fuck. Baby, yes.” He moans, losing control at the hard flutters of her around him. “So fucking good, baby. Perfect for me.” His hoarse voice coos at her as he paints ropes of cum on her walls.

Their heavy breathing makes them hot, sweat beginning to bead along their spines as they lay limply against each other on the truck bed. Then, David straightens up, gliding himself out of Mack gently. She whimpers at the emptiness, wishing he would stay there for a little longer. He delicately drops her dress back over her butt after bringing her panties up into place. She turns, leaning on the tailgate as her legs shake. David tucks himself back into his pants, buckling his belt before focusing back on her. He grips her chin with his thumb and pointer finger, giving her a soft, wet kiss. 

“You are amazing.” He sighs. Mack grins into their kiss.

“You too. Never felt like this.” She whispers, holding him by the back of his neck against her forehead. Never thought she would admit things like this to someone either. But as per usually, David is scratching out all of her rules and rewriting new ones, like spending weeks in America’s heartland and turning down jobs from her editor.

“I’m starving. What did you bring us?” David asks, picking her up and setting her on the tailgate behind her so she can reach the picnic basket. She brought them turkey sandwiches with fresh lettuce, tomatoes, and homemade pesto mayo she put together yesterday afternoon. All the flavors have marinated deliciously together, creating a flavor bomb in her mouth. 

“Holy shit. This is amazing. Thank you!” His genuine appreciation makes Mack’s chest warm. She smiles coyly, with her mouth full of food. He leans down to kiss her. Mack gently chews the rest of her bite, looking over at David who is devouring his sandwich is two more huge bites. She chuckles, then licks her lips before speaking.

“So Felix said today is a hard day for you?” Everything about David’s demeanor changes like a snap. His face darkens. He begins to fidget next to her, slightly pulling away as his body gets rigid. He sniffs, then takes a big glug of lemonade from the mason jar. 

“Yeah.” Mack hesitates, remaining quiet while watching him stuff some chips in his mouth. Then she puts her sandwich down on the plate next to her, turning to sit facing him. She puts her hand on his thigh, continuing to stay quiet until David sighs heavily. “My mom died ten years ago today.” Mack stills, then rolls her bottom lip into her mouth. 

“I’m so sorry.” David nods, clearing his throat.

“This date every year I come out here and fix fence and talk to her. Tell her about what I’ve been up to the last year. Cry a little bit. Then go clean off her and dad’s grave and put some fresh flowers down from her rose garden by the house.”

“That sounds like a nice way to honor her.” Mack murmurs, moving her hand from his thigh to his hand, lacing their fingers together. He brings the back of her hand up to his mouth, kissing along her knuckles.

“It is. Unfortunately, I’ve had ten years to get the tradition perfect.” He sighs. “Every year on this date though, it feels like it just happened.” Mack can imagine so. “Sucks.” He sniffs again. Mack rubs her thumb along the tendons of his hand.

“Will you tell me about her?”

“She was hilarious. Spunky as shit. Had to be with how crazy my siblings and I were in our younger days. We used to pretend to be super heroes and jump off the barn into the hay. It was all fun and games unless you were a bit off…. Or got pushed off like me.” Mack’s eyes widen. “But my mom was always watching out the window and would rip my brothers a new asshole anytime they were picking on me. She was strong and full of joy. She loved working in her garden. A few of the plants have died off over the years cause of deep freezes, but most of those rose bushes are hers. I hire Felix’s wife to tend to them in the summer so they’re always taken care of. Mom would have wanted that, since she isn’t here to do it…” 

Mack squeezes his hand then brings her other hand up to run over his back. She rests her mouth on his bicep, continuing to listen while holding him. 

“I think that’s why it was so hard when she got sick.” His voices starts to get tight. Tears pinch Mack’s eyes. “That… but also she has missed so much. She didn’t get to see me graduate from high school or college. Didn’t see me get drafted or my first game in the NHL. At least my dad was there for those, but it wasn’t the same. He didn’t have the words like she would have when I struggled to stay up in the NHL those first few years or the way he rode my ass when I was home every summer to be a better farmer.” David shakes his head. 

“It’s like every year something happens that I’m sad she isn’t here for. This year, I’m sad she doesn’t get to know you.” Mack’s bottom lip shakes as two tears go down her cheeks. He turns his lips into her hair, then continues to talk against her head. “She would have loved you- strong, independent, sassy, and so pretty you could bring even the most stubborn man to his knees.” Mack smiles, cupping his cheek to hold him against her. “Those dimples… baby.” He sighs, “They get me every time.” 

“I hope she still likes me now… even from wherever she is watching over you.”

“I think so.” He smiles. 

“Could I go with you to their resting place?”

“Yes, of course you can. I just gotta check the rest of this fence and then we can go.”

“Thank you for telling me. I didn’t know…”

“I know. I’m sorry. I don’t like talking about it. Probably why Felix told you.” Mack nods, understanding that Felix was looking out for David too when he told Mack about today on the drive down. 

Mack and David finished their lunches and she helps him check fence. She walked the line with him and pointed out normal fence she thought looked bad and he taught her about what to look for instead. When they were done, they loaded up into David’s truck, then drove back towards the house.

The house is coming into view when David peels off to the right and drives to an open, unassuming field. There is no fencing, just in ground stones that mark the Carlson members that are buried on the farm. David grabs a bucket full of cleaning supplies. He gives Mack the flowers he picked earlier that had been resting in a bucket of water, then takes her hand to walk over to his parents' graves. 

Mack begins to cry immediately, feeling so overwhelmed with sadness for David. And his parents. For everything they have missed. For the people she will never know. For all the moments that David will never get to have with them and how fucking cruel it is that he has to go through that for the rest of his life. All those happy days will have a shade of grey because of who is missing. It’s not fair. She wants to change that for him, ease some of that, but instead, all she can really do is cry sympathetically. 

When they get to his father, Charles E. Carlson’s headstone, David drops her hand and puts his work gloves on. He uses his tools to cut away the over grown grass and weeds. Then he grabs the soapy water and rags to clean the dirty away from the head stone. Mack kneels off to the side, by his mother’s stone, watching quietly, sensing her help is not wanted. This seems methodical and therapeutic to David.

He rests his butt on his heels while he looks down. He presses his palm on his dad’s name, then works his way to his mom’s and does the same thing. This time, wet tear drops fall from his eyes onto the dusty stone as he cleans the grime off. Mack swallows hard, new tears of her own falling down. David puts his left hand on his mother’s name, Beatrice. Mack reaches out, putting hers on top of his. David opens his right arm for her to slide into his side. Then he holds her close.

Mack doesn’t know, but while he holds her tight, David is telling his mom, where ever she is resting, that the girl in his arms is the one.

- - -

Mack can’t believe it is her second to last night here.

As different as it all was when she first got here a month ago, her and David have settled into a nice routine. Every morning starts early, with a romp in the sheets. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, always incredible though. After that, Mack wanders down the hall in his shirt to make him coffee and some eggs to wolf down fast after his shower. She sits with him at the table as he tells her all the different chores he has for the day. She asks questions. He patiently answers. 

Then, after a long smooch with wandering calloused hands, he heads out to the field. Mack will meet him for lunch, or if it’s too hot, he comes into the kitchen to take a break in the air conditioning. They spend 10 minutes of his hour long lunch eating and the other 50 devouring each other. On the tail gate, on the kitchen table, on the floor, on the couch- wherever they can make it to before their clothes start falling off their frames.

David will return back to his chores, then come home around dinner time. Him and Mack trade off making dinner. He likes to grill for her as she tries different self- prepared marinades with fresh produce from the farm’s garden. Then they end the night watching the sunset on the front porch, which is where they are right now.

The porch swing sways gently from David’s light rocking. A calm, cooling breeze blows through the wrap around porch that hugs the white farmhouse his family built generations ago. Mack thinks about her flight in two days that is supposed to connect her with Newark before she will turn around in 24 hours to head towards Aruba. Dread pinches her stomach uncomfortably. She has started to fall in love with this place and all of it’s differences that she hated 4 weeks ago. David is staying here for two more weeks. He will be returning to New York a few days after she gets home from Aruba.

Mack looks down at his forearm across her stomach. Her fingers tips drag along his tanned skin, watching the goosebumps form on him from her touch. An emotional sigh falls from her lips. His lips touch her hair in recognition, fingers pressing deeper into her side.

“You okay?” 

“I don’t want to leave.” She confesses. He moves so her back falls across his lap. His other arm catches her head in the cook of his elbow. “Wanna stay here with you.” She whispers, reaching up for his face. 

“Baby, if you wanna stay you can, but if you need to go, that’s okay too. There is a whole life of yours outside of me.”

“I know. But it can wait until I’m ready to rejoin it.” David smiles down at her. His fingers run up from her stomach, along her left breast, to cup her cheek. Mack presses up to meet his lips. His hand tangles in her wild, country hair, gripping her tight to his mouth so he can taste her thoroughly. 

“You’re sure? I don’t want you to feel like you have to stay here.”

“I don’t.” She assures him, gripping his wrist where that hand still holds her face. His thumb rubs a track across her cheek bone, looking into her brown eyes. 

“Okay. Then stay. I want that.” He admits. “Was feeling really sad in the field this morning, thinking about driving you up to the airport.” Mack smiles, nodding in agreement. He pulls her up to kiss him again, then lets her head settle in his lap as she wiggles down. Her hair splays across his thigh as he works his finger prints gently into her scalp. Her eyes flutter, wanting to close and give into how good this feels. 

Mack loves the salty breeze off the ocean, the sand between her toes, and the way the pace of island life is unapologetically slow.

But not even that can compete with how good it feels here in David’s arms on his front porch swing.

More Mack & David can be found here.

[speedofsoundsketches]

I'm curious, do you have specific favorite voice actors for the Sonic characters? (Like just the main few, Sonic, Shadow, Tails, etc.) if so, may we know your favorites?

Brace yourselves, this is gonna be a long one so under the cut.

Jun'ichi Kanemaru is THE standard for Sonic. The guy is passionate about the role and captures him perfectly. Plus, he's a great singer! The English VA that came closest to matching him is Jason Griffith. (honorable mention to Devon Mack. Low as my opinion is of Prime, Devon's voice is actually pretty suitable for Sonic. Would like to hear him in a better product!)

The late Chikao Ōtsuka for Eggman was wonderful, but I have zero complaints with Mike Pollack. Really, no matter what style or tone he's portrayed Eggman in, he's always done it superbly. I'd say of all English VA's that worked in this series, Mr. Pollack's probably been the one who's NEVER had a miss. Guy's got incredible range even in his work outside of Sonic (using this as a chance to shill the Pluto Anime since he starred in it. GO WATCH IT PLEASE.)

Tails is really really REALLY hard to mess up. His voice actresses have typically been great at capturing him (save for OVA Tails who talks like he has a cold). Coleen's a fine Tails and suitable replacement for Amy Palant but I may still prefer Palant just because she's the nostalgic one for me being in all the 2000's games plus Sonic X.

Knuckles voice preference is a tough call. His VA needs to be able to play up both his aggressive and gentler sides. It's a toss up between Dan Green and his current VA Dave B Mitchell. Mitchell has been doing good work in the animated shorts so I like him and he's the best we've had since Dan moved on. His Japanese VA, Nobutoshi Kanna, is great as well for the same reasons. :)

Amy's best actress is still her JPN VA, Taeko Kawata (who is also a lovely singer!) Lisa Ortiz to this day is STILL her best ENG VA. She captured Amy's youthful, cutesy appeal but can IMMEDIATELY switch to her assertive side naturally. Fantastic range and it's too bad that Amy's assertiveness has been subdued so much lately that this can't be fully appreciated anymore.

Cream's had far fewer options to choose from. I like both her actresses in JPN (Sayaka Aoki) and ENG (Rebecca Honig) honestly. I do like the almost whispery gentleness to her ENG voice particularly. Just helps her feel very soft and sweet.

Shadow's JPN VA, Kōji Yusa, is so good. You really can't go wrong here. For the ENG VA, this might be a bit controversial because while I appreciate David Humphrey as Shadow's debut in SA2, I'm still partial to Jason Griffith purely because once he got accustomed to Shadow as a character, he really elevated the role. I think his performance in 06 was one of the best moments for the character overall.

Rouge might one of the few times where I actually prefer her current ENG voice actress, Karen Strassman, to her older one. Her JPN VA, Rumi Ochiai, is THE standard tho so Karen just suits her best as a close match! Youthful yet still mature and her flirty quality doesn't sound too forced.

Omega's JPN VA (Taiten Kusunoki) IS SO AMAZING. It's hilariously deeper than I expected but still robotic so something about it just WORKS. His ENG VA is alright too. But I just love the JPN Voice, I don't know why.

May do a part two if I have time for the others!

[countryclubkook]

Robbery

Pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!reader (somewhat)

Warnings: mentions of hook ups but nothing explicit, I don't really think there's anything else in here that needs a warning

Summary: The newest “pogue” member has a secret

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this🤍 it was so much fun to write (there's a fun little twist in here😏)

You read through all the texts from the same number you've gotten over the last several months. You tried explaining to them that you needed more time, it was too soon to text you again but they refused to listen. You just hoped it would be over soon. “Hey y/n, are you coming or are you just going to sit there and stare at your phone all day?” John B spoke which snapped you out of your thoughts. You had all planned on going surfing since it was such a nice day out. You were the fifth and newest member of the infamous pogue group, you’d always seen them around town but never really made any efforts into being friends until a few months ago. It wasn't until you got closer with Kie that the friendship blossomed into what it is now.

“Oh yeah sorry. Got lost in my thoughts again.” laughing as you grab your towel before heading out to the twinkie. You see the rest of the group waiting for you guys and braced yourself when you saw JJ running towards you to pick you up. It was a tradition for him at this point, the day he didn't run full speed towards you and wrap his arms around you while swinging you in the air was the day hell would freeze over.

He always had a small crush on you and vice versa, but neither one of you acted on it knowing it would just ruin the friendship you have now and ruin the group dynamic. Plus there was a rule, no pogue on pogue macking (and yes that rule still applied even if you were technically a kook) Instead it was just small acts of affection, lots of flirtatious comments, and occasional hookups when nobody was around to see. Even if you were a year older than the group, that never stopped you guys from always being together and having a fun time all the time.

“Hey Princess. Ready to get your ass kicked in our weekly surf competition?” JJ said with a large smirk on his face knowing he would win.

When you first began hanging with the group, you and JJ quickly formed a bond over your love of surfing. You weren't very good but that never stopped you from doing it and so JJ came up with a fun idea to have a “surf off” and see who lasted the longest. He was doing it purely for bragging rights (and because he found you extremely hot when you surfed) but you liked to think you had a chance. Plus it's not even your fault! Your board just totally sucks and sets you up for failure.

“Oh you wish Maybank, I'm taking your ass down today. Prepare to bow before me” you gave him a small wink and he just laughed knowing how it would go but nodded his head going with what you said.

Of course he won, that boy eats, sleeps, and breathes surfing. The first wave was easy and you genuinely thought you had it covered. But the second wave? The second wave was a bitch and instantly knocked you off your board while JJ made it his bitch and rode it with ease. The others watched in amusement and paid each other money from the bets they placed.

“Uh oh, tough wave Y/N/N. Looks like I still hold the surf champion crown. I think you should bow before me” he said with the same smug look he always got when he won.

“Yeah yeah, whatever. I was just being nice by letting you win.” you smiled at him as you walked back to the shore and began drying off. He looked hot right now, water dripping down his very toned stomach and tan skin, there was no denying it. Apparently, your admiring stare was a little too obvious and JJ noticed it almost immediately.

“Like what you see princess?” flexing his abs and arms. You just rolled your eyes and shook your head before pushing him into the sand and running back to the van. A playful gesture right?

“Y/N! What the hell?” he yelled but he was met with laughter.

“Last one to the van has to help John B clean the chateau!” you heard him yell something to the effect of ‘that's so not fair’ and the others let out a loud laugh at the sight of you two but you were already halfway there so you didn't care to stop and chat. Safe to say you won and JJ sulked the whole way back.

When you arrived, it was around 9:30 PM, you were tired so you decided to head back to your place before your parents freaked out about your whereabouts and why you weren't home. Your phone buzzed notifying you of a text message you received, you decided to get home first before checking it. You pulled into your driveway and turned off your car before heading inside, once you got settled and headed up to your room, you checked the text.

“Is it done?”

“Hello???””

“Answer me”

You rolled your eyes in annoyance, this took time. You needed a little bit more time.

“Calm down. It'll be done soon.” you typed before hitting send and turning your phone off, sleep taking over you.

The next morning you woke up and got showered before making breakfast and heading out to the mainland. You had some errands to run for the day and that was the only place you could really go for anything other than groceries. You both loved and hated it there, you loved the shops and being able to get away from the island despite loving it, but it was always so packed and sometimes impossible to get there. You wanted some coffee from your favorite cafe at least but the line leading all the way outside of the building told you that wasn't happening anytime soon. You let out a small sigh before you heard someone call your name.

“Y/N? Is that you?”

“John B? What are you doing here?” you turned to face him and gave a small look of confusion. He never came over here, he really had no reason other than maybe a DCS meeting, so what was he doing here now?

“Oh um-” he seemed to look around as if searching for an excuse, or a person, before continuing, “I'm with a uh, a friend. Yeah they said they needed some help moving something and said they'd pay me well for it so I agreed. You know me, always up to do something if I get paid well” you knew he was lying but who were you to judge?

“I hear that. I'm on errand duty today so I'll be stuck here a while but I'll see you later yeah?”

“Oh, actually I uh, I won't be home till way late but I'll see you tomorrow?” he said rather quickly which made you suspicious, but you truly had no time to push so you let it go.

“Yeah sure. Well, I've gotta go kill some time and hope this line gets shorter so I can have some caffeine, but I'll see you tomorrow JB” giving him a small smile and wave before heading to one of the many clothing shops.

You ran to a few more stores and finally got your coffee before deciding to head back to the island. Your phone went off and again, another text from the same person with the same question. This time you responded with ‘tonight.’ and got a thumbs up in return. You pulled up to your house and ran inside to grab a bag of things you'd meant to drop off at John B’s earlier . You knew John B wasn't there so you called it for Kie, then JJ, and then Pope.

You were met with no response so you opened the front door and walked inside. You placed the bag down slightly behind the couch so it wouldn't get stepped on. You left the house, making sure to close the door behind you, and went back to your car. Pulling your phone out you gave the same person a call.

“I did it, it's all set for tomorrow”

“Good girl. Meet me tomorrow morning at my place. I love you” was all they said before hanging up.

When you woke up the next morning, you got ready and headed towards their house. Upon pulling into the driveway you saw them standing outside, you got out of your car and you both greeted each other. They gave you a small kiss on your head and a smile before you both walked inside, hand in hand, entering their home office and making a call.

“Kildare sheriff's office” the lady on the phone spoke in a relatively monotone voice

“I'd like to report a robbery. I have reason to believe that JJ Maybank broke into my home and stole money, a watch, and a few other pieces of jewelry from me.” giving them John B’s address knowing that's where he stayed and thanking them as they told you they were on their way.

”Well, how did I do?” looking at the person.

“You did perfect baby. We're going to make them pay for what they did to Top. I love you so much” Rafe said, looking at you in admiration.

You couldn't wait to see the looks on their faces when they finally put together the pieces and came to the realization that you had been plotting against them for months. Playing pretend as even a pogue by association was exhausting so you were glad you finally got to go back to your real life and real friends soon. Sometimes it came in handy keeping to yourself and not telling everyone your personal business. The fact nobody on the island other than Kelce and Topper knew you and Rafe were together came in handy. Those stupid pogues should have never touched Topper that night. You looked over at Rafe who gave you a smirk, one you mirrored in return, before your phone rang once more. You clicked accept and put it on speaker so Rafe could hear as well.

“We got him. Found a bag with your stolen belongings behind a couch. He's being taken into custody now ma'am”

“Thank you so much for your help sir.” you said in a sweet voice, hanging up after he explained what was going to happen.

‘Mission accomplished’ you thought. You don't know how they never figured it out. They 100% trusted you and let you in as one of them. It was almost too easy, JJ was so easy to get wrapped around your finger. All you had to do was flirt with him and swallow your pride to hook up with him, you hid your disgust very very well apparently. He fell right into your trap and now the real fun could begin. You and Rafe were going to enjoy every last second of it.

It would always be you and Rafe against everyone and everything for the rest of your life.

[auntie-doom]

First I noticed Guinevere getting little mischief demon horns above her ears, then I saw I had them too. This is the mythical owner/dog similarity thing, right?

Health below. I haven't had energy/focus to scroll puppy pics more than a few minutes, I MISS ALL OF YOU and I am getting better every day.

It's 5 months from open heart surgery! I really felt like I plateau'd last month, accomplished nothing in both body and depression. In truth, I

finally got a DIAGNOSIS for Guinevere (hilariously, sadly, she too has a connective tissue disorder and there's scar tissue suggesting her shoulders & hips are sliding in & out frequently. Crap. PT time for babylady.)

dragged myself by the scruff of the neck back to the surgeon for final questions, discovered I need a CT for possible fluid in my lungs (that might be responsible for the feeling of plateauing) *and* got the CT scheduled

dragged myself to my doctor to make sure the weight loss doesn't look like something going wrong (it doesn't! so I was gaining weight while eating nearly nothing before surgery, and losing weight eating much more post-surgery. But it's not like, kidney failure or anything)

dragged myself into getting started with PT (why does EVERYTHING require communication and probably phone calls?)

reached 100 days in Duolingo, which I couldn't do before surgery, memory was too unreliable

dipped my toe into online courses, maybe I can get some formal grounding in bio and think about that vetmed PhD again. At 50 perhaps. Video is still usually difficult, this is iffy.

had my first few PT sessions, feel like I got stepped on by a Mack truck, feel better that it was tough but I managed to do it

All of that between January and March, so I *must* have done things in February, it just really felt like I didn't. Well. Go me! Maybe you accomplished more than you thought you did, too.

[adamruz]

Not Alone

Summary: A found family moment post 1202, when your friends don't let you handle something alone.

Words: 599

AO3 link

Adam sat in the driveway for however long he needed to ensure that every last drop of blood was washed off in his shower at the district and his eyes were no longer red.

He called Kim on his way home, but he could not let their daughter see a trace of blood on him or that he had been crying. It reminded him a lot of the night when Kim was missing and he left the search to be with Makayla. But this time was different - he was her dad now and his friend was not still alive out there somewhere.

As soon as his Jeep door slammed, he could hear Makayla yell out, “Dad, you’re home!” She greeted him with a huge hug as he walked into the kitchen and he almost broke down again right there on the spot, but he stood strong.

“Hi bumblebee, how was school? I talked to Mom on my way home and she’s so excited to come home on Friday.”

“Yay, I miss her! It was good. I have a lot of homework to do tonight though.” Adam sighed at the mention of homework as that was the last thing he wanted to do tonight.

“I tried to help her with some of it, Adam, but we ran out of time.”

“No worries, Lindsay. Thank you for picking her up from school. We’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

“Yes, I’ll pick her up tomorrow and take her to dance practice. Bye Makayla.”

Makayla hugged her babysitter goodbye and continued talking her dad’s ear off about her homework and the school day. Adam felt bad as he was only half listening, but he was still trying to process the events of the day.

“Hey Mack, what do you want to order for dinner?”

“Ummmm.” Before she could even offer an answer, there was a doorbell ring.

“Mack, you didn’t invite any friends over today at school, right?” Entertaining was not something Adam wanted to do tonight at all.

“No, I promise.” She ran to the door and looked at the camera to see who it was. “UNCLE Kevin and Torrrrrrres!!!” (She had been taking Spanish at school and loved to practice rolling her “r”s.) She opened the door with Adam standing behind her and gave both of their visitors a hug. “I guess we’re having pizza, Dad.”

With a puzzled look on his face, Adam asked “what are you guys doing here” and finally noticed that Dante was holding a huge box of pizza. Makayla led him into the kitchen, so he could place the pizza down.

Kevin hung back by the door and gave his best friend a hug and quietly answered, “Bro, we couldn’t let you handle this night alone. It’s been a tough day for all of us, but yours doesn’t stop when you get home. Plus I needed to see my little queen.”

“Thanks man, I really appreciate it. But now that you’re here, I’m gonna need you to help Mack with her English homework please. That’s usually Kim’s department.”

“I got you,” Kevin replied as he smiled and they joined Makayla and Dante at the table to eat.

The night was full of cheesy pizza, a game or two of Twister, and lots of laughter - a sound they hadn’t heard in hours. And they even managed to finish all of Makayla’s homework. It was not how any of them expected their night to end after wrapping up the first case this morning, but after the events of the day unfolded, it was exactly what they all needed.

[shadowjinx626]

IGNTR Headcanons

The IGNTR team are a tight nit family team, despite having a tough exterior. Ray and Gale gets massive headaches trying to make sure their pities and racer don't cause any trouble. Especially Laura and Jackson.

One of the IGNTR’s bosses, Carl Hussell, was determined to have Jackson be the number one racer and beat Lightning McQueen (for both personal and business reasons), that he have Jackson do massive amounts of training.

Only Ray and Gale interact with other teams. The pities and Jackson don’t really interact with the other teams until after the 2017 Piston Cup Championship.

After winning the 2017 Piston Cup Championship, the team celebrated in an arcade that Jackson would go to before he started racing.

Jackson Storm:

Is Japanese-American, with his mother being American and his father Japanese. Is the youngest in the family with two older siblings.

Use to work in the arcade Ray found him at before entering online racing competitions.

Gotten into physical fights and chases with other arcade players. Sometimes the police would get involve, but they never could catch Storm.

Made friends in the arcade, despite all of them wanting to act like their were just acquaintances. Jackson mentally kicked himself when he realizes that he didn't correct Ray when the truck called his friends "friends."

Jackson - despite having trust issues - values loyalty and trust. It's just gonna take awhile for him to warm up to strangers, even longer if they're the competition.

Lightning McQueen and Cruz Ramirez were the only racers Jackson ever trash talk to during races. He doesn't interact with any of the other racers (both veteran and next-gen) until much later.

Jackson can play dirty, especially when pushed to the edge, but he ain't no cheater. If you're paired up with him, and he finds out you cheated, he's not going to cross that finish line for you.

Ray Reverham:

Ray was Jeff’s crew chief before the racer retired and became a sports journalist.

Despite being grateful that IGNTR for hiring him and Jackson, he doesn’t always follow what they say and IGNTR can't really fired him because if Ray goes, then Jackson goes.

After leaving Mr. Biggs, Ray was planning to let Jackson get more free time from training, but IGNTR wanted their racer to be the best as fast as possible despite his objections.

Whenever Jackson or any of the pit crew members messes up big time, he'll have them mop the floors of the IGNTR headquarters for weeks.

After Jackson rammed Cruz to the wall. Ray have Jackson not only mop the IGNTR headquarters floors, but took away his gaming privileges for a month.

The more he trained Jackson, the more he noticed that the racer may have mental health issues than he realizes.

Despite not being his crew chief, Ray is happy that Tim Treadless made it to the racing world.

Gale Beaufort:

The mom of the group who tends to be the one who gives life advice for the team. Even Ray comes to her for advice from time to time.

She the most social of the group and would converse with the other haulers. She even formed a close bond with Mack.

She values her appearance, she just likes being shinny. The team gives her good products to help her fell happy.

One time she wanted to go to a mall and accidentally took Jackson with her. It took Jackson suddenly asking why there were there for Gale to realize she forgot Jackson was still in the trailer. He still teases her about it to this day.

Laura Spinwell and the pities:

Laura Spinwell is the phone addicted, main mechanic of the pities. She is also highly arrogant about being the smartest one of the team who is rarely wrong about anything.

Knows about 95% of racing history, which benefits Jackson, who needs to keep up the “always been a racing fan” image for the press.

Done massive amounts of research on racing tricks that's been done in history. One racing trick she’s research was the 360 flip, but due to the trick never having documented success, she concluded that it was “scientifically” impossible (Laura never consulted with the IGNTR scientists if this trick was possible) and it was just a myth.

Whenever Jackson messes up, Laura would go up to him and do the “idiot sandwich” bit. Jackson and Laura made a deal that if she was ever wrong about anything, he'll get to call her an idiot sandwich for a month. (Laura Spinwell was called an idiot sandwich for a month after the Florida 500 race.)

Laura would have her fellow pities eavesdrop the other teams, while she focuses on their social media accounts. She needs to know if there’s any rumors, drama, or schemes going on for her team. She’s frustrated that almost none of the new Dinoco members (except for Cruz) have any accounts for her to follow.

They all tend to go behind Jackson, Ray, or Gale for protection whenever they get trouble with the other teams. Mostly Jackson, because he doesn’t really ask questions.

[readingismyhappyplacee]

JJ Put that Gun Away.

Summary: Summertime is full of fishing, fooling around and Keggers. NOT guns and stealing. What could go wrong? (Fanfic for OBX S1: Ep.1).

JJ Maybank x Reader Fanfic

Warnings: Use and mention of guns, swearing, mentions of drowning.

ALL RIGHTS to Josh and Jonas Pate and Shannon Burke for characters, plot and dialogue, etc. In some cases, scenes and dialouge altered to fit my own ideas. 

Y/N could hear the hooting and hollering of her friends from a mile away. The familiar brown Volkswagen van deemed “The Twinkie” howling along with the sound of their voices could be heard as it rounded the corner at the end of the street. Y/N smiled as she could see JJ’s head poking out of the side door, looking right at her.

“You’re going to have to jump in while it’s moving M’Lady! This vessel stops for no one!” JJ yelled at the girl in a funny voice. “Just bend your knees!”

“Uhh, actually JJ, this is our next stop. Did you forget she brought the drinks?” John B’s voice could be heard as the van screeched to a halt in front of her.

“Right.”

JJ and John B hopped out to grab the cooler full of drinks and food Y/N so kindly put together for todays venture. They loaded it into the already stuffed van. Y/N hopped in afterwards.

Soon enough the trio arrived at John B’s place. Unfortunately about nine months ago, John B’s father was lost at sea looking for a shipwreck and presumed dead shortly after. His mother and uncle are in other states, not even close to coming to the Cut. He’s been living by himself ever since and refuses to believe his father is dead until he finds his body. So now, the Château, as it’s called, is the base of operations. Free reign to do whatever a Pogue wants, whenever they want. 

JJ on the other hand, doesn’t have much luck either. The blonde has an abusive dad and no other family to support him. He’s finding it hard to get by with a minimum wage job and daddy issues. It’s amazing how tough he is, but Y/N understands that he has to be to get through day by day. The girl helps out when she can by offering her cleaning services, picking up the many beer cans and cigarettes in the house when Jake isn’t there and offering as much food to the boys as she can without her parents finding out. Luckily though, they all have each other and that’s the best thing they could ask for. 

Down at the dock, the boys load the cooler onto the boat and JJ offers Y/N a hand stepping in.

“M’Lady.” He bows, taking off his hat and putting it back on again. 

 A blush dances across her face, though it is unbeknownst to JJ, so she laughs to hide the truth of her feelings towards the boy. It was a rule the group had. No Pogue on Pogue macking. No matter how strong the feelings were. If it was true love or even soulmates, it was strictly forbidden. And even if it wasn’t a rule, she had no chance. JJ was hooking up with a new girl at every party and Kegger hosted lately. It was like he couldn’t get enough. So when he was flirty like that, there was no genuine meaning behind it. It was just JJ being JJ.

Hurricane Agatha had just blown over the Outer Banks, rocking the south side to shambles. As the three friends set off, more and more damage could be seen along the shoreline. Boats, docks, houses, fences - you name it. Every hurricane made the Cut look better yesterday.  

The boat approached the marina which was jostling with people on clean-up duty. At least it was bright and sunny today to put people in better moods than before. 

“Hi, Miss Amy, you guys make it through?” John B waves at a woman and her husband. 

“We’re still here!” She replied back.

JJ wiggled his eyebrows and smirked.

“She totally looked at me,” He said.

“Pfft. As if JJ. She wouldn’t even touch you with a 10 foot pole.” Y/N scoffed. JJ feigned hurt. 

“Ouch! Watch yourself Y/N, or I’m pushing you in!” 

The mess Agatha made was unimaginable. As if reading her thoughts JJ whistled out loud, “Agatha what did you do?” 

Pope, another member of the group could be seen filling a bucket with water at the end of his dock. He got stuck with clean-up too. Pope was the smartest of them all. The kid had a full ride scholarship to one of the state’s most prestigious schools. It was unknown why he chose to hang out with such a group of troubled teenagers. He was always so cautious and tense, like his dad was watching. I mean, Heyward was always watching.  

“Well, look who we have here.” John B mimics a radio. “We have a mandatory safety meeting, over.”

Pope stops what he’s doing, looking annoyed. John B slows the boat down. 

“I can’t. My pop’s got me on lockdown.”

“You’re dad’s a pussy, over.” That time it was JJ.

“Oh, I heard that one you little bastard!” 

Heyward. Pope’s father. Not the most approving of his son’s friends but he does his best to understand. Thankfully, Y/N’s parents are good friends with his family. “Hey Y/N, keeping these idiots in line?”

“I try to. It only works if they listen.” She smiles.

“We need your son.” John B interrupts.

“Yeah. And island rules: Day after a hurricane is a free day.” JJ adds.

“Now who in the hell made that up, son?”

“Uhhh… The pentagon I think? We have security clearance. I have a card.” 

“Do you really think I’m stupid. Do they think i’m stupid?” Heyward looks at his son. 

“I’ll do it tomorrow dad, I promise. I’ll help clean tomorrow.” Pope and his dad bicker back and forth and he slowly creeps towards the boat. Once Pope’s feet hit the deck John B accelerates forward.

“I promise i’ll do it tomorrow!”

“We’ll bring him back in one piece!” Y/N yells back.

All that could be heard is the cursing of Heyward and the gentle splash of the water against the boat towards the neck stop, Kiara. Kiara was Y/N’s best friend. Though she was born a Kook, she was a Pogue more than anything. Rich parents, fancy house and all the nicest clothes. She had all the best things. If she wasn’t with the friend group, she was out saving turtles or promoting some paper-straw activist type things online. Y/N was jealous that she seemed to always catch the attention of boys her age. Maybe she was prettier? More outgoing and funnier? Y/N thought she was enough to fit in, but sometimes it felt like Kie was always in the spotlight, for every boy. She didn’t dare tell her this of course, nothing good would come out of it. They are supposed to be best friends.

Kiara walked down the ramp. JJ greeted her in an Irish accent. He also held her hand as she got in. Y/N tried her best to conceal her face so she looked into her lap. 

“Hey, Y/N,” Kiara greeted, forcing Y/N to look up.

“Hey, Kie, how you holding up?”

“Oh ya know, hurricane lockdown things.” They both laughed. That was another reason she couldn’t hate her. She always greeted her first and made her feel included in every conversation. She couldn’t hate her even if she tried. 

John B picked up the speed of the boat as they headed out into the marsh. They cracked open some beer and for what seemed like the thousandth time, JJ tried out his “party trick.” 

“JJ, you know it never works.”

“Ah! You’re getting beer in my hair!”

Suddenly the boat came to a halt, sending JJ flying off the bow and into the water. Kiara and John B are sent to the deck from their seats.Y/N is halfway off the bow clinging for dear life after just standing up to get JJ to come down. Pope’s abdomen slams against the steering wheel. Groans from each teen are let out respectively.

“Jesus Pope.” Kiara blurts out what everyone is thinking.

JJ resurfaces with a loud gasp for air.

“I think my heels touched my head.” He moaned.

Y/N groans again sitting up and clutching her chest.

“Aw man that’s definitely gonna bruise.”

“I hit a sandbar. The channel changed. Sorry guys.” Pope felt bad.�� He steps up onto the bow to get a better look at where to navigate. His expression turns to shock.

“Guys! I think there’s a boat down there.”

“Yeah right!” 

“No, no. For real, I’m not kidding.”

JJ swims over to get a better look while the rest of the gang almost tip the boat, looking in the direction of where Pope was pointing.

“Shit let’s go!”

Y/N peels off her jean shorts and tank top before diving into the water to join JJ. The rest follow suit. With one huge breath, Y/N submerged herself underwater with the rest of her friends. Even in the murkiness of the water, an unmistakable outline of a Grady White is seen. Whoever’s boat this was they are probably looking for it, that is, if they’re even still alive. Y/N swims inside, a powerful swimmer and certified diver, she looks for any signs of who this boat belongs to. Nothing.

The friends resurface. Gasping for air but in obvious excitement about the discovery. 

“That’s a Grady White!” JJ exclaims. “A new one of those is like five hundred grand. Easy.”

They all laugh, climbing back onto the boat. 

“That’s the boat I saw when I surfed the surge!”

John B suddenly remembers.

“You surfed the surge?” Y/N and Kiara ask together. “Jinx.”

“That’s my boy! Pogue style!” JJ high fives his best friend.

“Seriously John B that’s dangerous! “ Y/N exclaims. “What the heck!”

“Wait, guys, do we know whose boat that is?”

“I tried to get a good look, but it’s too deep.” Y/N said. “Give me the anchor.”

John B rummages through a compartment in the deck, handing Y/N the anchor.

“Payback !” JJ screams, pushing the girl into the water.

She shrieks as she plummets into the water.

“JJ that wasn’t nice!” Kiara scolds. 

“Hey, she asked for it earlier.” He shrugs it off. 

Y/N swims the path towards the boat, attempting to get a better look at anything more than she already saw. She spots a key dangling from a pole near the steering wheel, but struggles to get it unhooked.

Meanwhile, the four friends stand worried. “She’s been down there a while man, should I go get her? JJ asks. 

“Nah she’s got this. Believe in her.”

JJ frowned, worry evident on his face. Pope noticed.

“You like her!”

“What- no! I don’t like anyone, especially not her! Remember rule number one?”

“Liar!”

“I’ve been waiting for someone to bring that up! Finally!” Kiara chimed.

“We’re just friends okay guys? Nothing more. Now shut up.”

“Jeez JJ you’re blushing so hard it looks like you have a sunburn!” John B teased.

“I said shut up!”

JJ couldn’t be more thankful Y/N was underwater right now, even if she may be drowning. It’s true he may have a bit of a crush on her, but he knew the rules. Instead, he uses other girls as distractions from the fact.

The sound of the topic-of-conversation girl breaking the surface brought JJ back to real life.

“I found a key!” She managed to say between breaths.

JJ and his friends breath sighs of relief. No CPR was needed. He went to the edge of the boat, effortlessly pulling her up towards him. She lost her balance slightly but he grabbed her waist to steady her. The action did not go unnoticed by the rest. JJ quickly jumped backwards like he stepped in a fire. Y/N shot him a puzzled glance but said nothing.

“I think it’s a motel key.” She said, drying herself off with a towel. 

“Great. A damn key. “ JJ scowled. He was hoping for anything worth some cash.

“Guys I think we should report this to the coast guard, maybe get a finders fee?” Kiara pointed out.

“Yeah, then we don’t have to work all summer.”

The crew headed back into town to go report the wreck. The sun was beginning to set ever so slowly and the warm glow illuminated Y/N’s face as she stared off into the horizon.  

“What’s on your mind, sunshine?” JJ sat next to her for the first time after his awkward moment.

Y/N was surprised he called her a nickname she’s never heard of. 

“I haven’t heard that one before.” 

“I think it suits you.”

“Thanks JJ.”

The girl avoided the question, not wanting to tell him he was the one on her mind all of the time. She waited in the HMS Pogue while the others attempted to talk to someone about finding the sunken boat. With the recent hurricane and the damage it created, many people were lined up with complaints. Her friends came back quickly with another plan.

“The motel? Are you crazy?” Pope said.

“I call lookout.” Y/N said.

“Me and JJ will check it out.” John B suggested.

When the group arrived at the motel, it appeared very run down, and not just by the hurricane. 

“This isn’t exactly 5 stars.” 

“Yeah, it looks like a place someone with a Grady White would get killed.” Pope shuddered.

JJ and John B jumped to shore. Not wanting to draw attention to the rest do the group, the trio left pretended to be hanging out and talking. 

“Be careful.” Kiara spoke softly to John B.

Last Y/N heard was something about a mattress.

“Be sooooooo careful John B.” JJ teased as they searched for the matching room number.

“Ever since she heard you were on exile she’s told you to be careful. Oh, give me that John D already. Why don’t you hop on that man?”

John B scoffed. 

“You know the rules. No Pogue on Pogue macking. And don’t get me started on you and Y/N.”

“I don’t like her I told you this already.”

“Like hell you don’t dude. You’re always looking at her.”

JJ glared at his best friend. He licked his lips.

“Okay, c’mon man of course I’m looking at her, she’s hot. Can we forget about the rules?”

John B stopped in front of room 229 and stayed silent, fumbling with the keys.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

“You need help. Like, serious help.”

“Still a yes! Housekeeping!” JJ said in a high-pitched voice. With no response, the boys entered the room. 

Down below, the trio on the boat were having a similar conversation. 

“Do you have a thing for John B?” Y/N asked her best friend.

Pope looked away from the motel to look at Kiara’s facial expression, amused by Y/N’s blunt question. Kiara rolled her eyes and stood up. 

“I don’t. I’m just worried about him. The whole foster thing must really suck.” 

“And you’re not just worried about him in a different way?” Y/N suggested, grinning.

“Oh my god stop it! I don’t! And how about JJ, everyone knows-“

“Guys, cops! Cops!” Pope interrupted. 

In the small parking lot full of debris, the sheriff’s pickup truck could be seen pulling in and stopping. Y/N groaned. 

“Why does my dad have to ruin everything!”

Deputy Shoupe and Deputy Plumb exit the car and talk with a man nearby. They start pointing to the second level of the motel, exactly where JJ and John B were. 

“We have to warn them.” Kiara said. She jumps off the boat and books it to the side of the motel. Pope and Y/N exchange glances before following, trying not to be seen by Y/N’s police officer father. Staring up at the window, the stress begins to set in.

“Okay stand back.” Pope said, picking up a rock. He looked up at the window and threw it. The rock barely made it halfway up before gravity brought it back down again. 

“Didn’t you ever play baseball?” Kiara pegged.

Y/N laughed.

“I was on the math team!” He whisper-yelled back.

Kiara also tried to throw a rock but missed. She tried it again and it made a loud ‘tink’ sound against the glass. Y/N picked up one and it did the same. JJ and John B’s faces could be seen through the blinds almost instantly.

“Cops! There’s Cops! Cops!” The friends on the ground simultaneously whispered and pointed at the entrance to the room. The boys could be seen scrambling in the room. The three friends sprinted to the boat, ready to leave at any second.

“Should we peel?” Kiara asked. 

“No! Never leave a Pogue behind.” Pope said.

“Guys look! They’re on the awning!” Y/N pointed.

JJ and John B were in fact on the small ledge of the awning on either sides of the window. Their positions looking very uncomfortable. JJ laughed silently while John B used his pointer finger to tell the rest of the group to be quiet. 

The boys were up there for a while until suddenly something fell out of JJ’s pocket, hit the awning and fell to the ground a few feet down. John B visibly cringed. The blinds to the window retracted and Shoupe’s figure looked outside. Pope, Y/N and Kiara quickly attempted to look away and act like they weren’t involved. 

“This is gonna be tough to explain later.” Y/N sighed.

Theslamming of a door caught their attention as the officers began to leave.  Shoupe handed a duffel bag to the other officer. Before leaving, Shoupe came towards the boat. Y/N glanced at her friends’ position at the window, then back at her dad before he noticed her staring. 

“Hey, sweet pea, what are y’all doing here?” He looked between the three of them.

“Uhhh.. Hey Dad I didn’t see you here!”

“My aunt was visiting and staying here. We just came to check on her. We were just about to leave.” Pope interjected. 

“Yeah, Dad. We wanted to make sure she was okay. What are you doing here?”

“Ah, someone reported missing. Just like after every hurricane. Doing my part to make sure there’s no dead bodies around.” He chuckled like what he said was normal. It was obvious where Y/N’s bluntness came from. Y/N awkwardly laughed, hoping to speed this conversation up.

“Did you find anything?”

“Nah. Just an empty motel room.” 

“Cool.”

“I have to go. See you later honey. Stay out of trouble kids!” Shoupe saluted and walked back to the truck. JJ and John B made their way down after a few minutes to make sure the coast was clear. 

“Holy shit, man. That was crazy!” JJ exclaimed., jumping into the boat with John B on his tail. Pope pulled away from shore and back out towards the exit. 

“Why did he lie about taken things from the room?” Y/N asked. No one was sure. 

“Did you guys find anything?” Pope asked the boys, changing the subject. 

“Did we find anything?” JJ repeated. He pulled out a stack of money and a gun. The biggest grin was on his face. Y/N moved away from him.

“Are you insane?” She yelled.

“I’m going to lose my scholarship.” Pope moaned.

“It’s better than the cops having it!” JJ reasoned.

“No it’s not, dude! Anyone else that’s not you is better.” 

JJ grabbed Pope and put the barrel to his mouth in a “shush” motion. Pope pushed him off.

“I’m living a nightmare.”

The group found their way back to the marina. As they were offloading there was a commotion with another large boat. Paramedics and the police were surrounding a man that looked to be dead. A dead body. As they were wheeling the body away from the boat, a woman ran frantically towards it. 

“Scooter! Scooter!” She yelled. She clung to the man, caressing his face and assessing his condition. She broke down into tears. It was Lana Grubbs.

“Who’s that?” Y/N asked her friends.

“That’s Scooter Grubbs.” A random girl next to them chimed in. “He was out during the storm. Check out this pic I got. Dead body.” She bragged. She pulled out her phone and began to show a close up picture of the man being wheeled away in front of them. Y/N shuddered. Was that who her dad was looking for? 

“What type of boat did he have?” JJ asked the girl.

“Somehow that dirtbag copped a brand new Grady White.”

The friends glanced between each other silently. Y/N looked at JJ and found that he was already looking at her. She gave him a look asking for more information but he just shrugged.

“Everyone’s out looking for it.” She added. 

Back at the Chateau, Pope was telling everyone to keep their mouths shut about the situation. His panicked look on his face was enough to let everyone know he was terrified. 

“We all have complete and total amnesia, okay?”

“For once I agree with you Pope. Deny, deny, deny.” JJ said.

“We can’t keep that money,” Kiara said. “It’s bad karma.”

“She’s right you know, it doesn’t belong to us. It belongs to Lana Grubbs,” Y/N added. 

“Not everyone can afford unlimited data plans, ladies.” They rolled their eyes.

“Look, JJ I’ll help you out a little more this week if we just return the money.” Y/N’s tone softened, trying to reason with the blonde. He looked at her, silently adoring how she worried about him. 

“Let’s go dark.” Pope said.

“If it means I get to keep the money, I’m in.” 

John B finally spoke up. 

“I don’t agree.” He said. “This is Scooter Grubbs we’re talking about. Same dude that buys individual cigarettes. Shit, one time I saw him begging for change in front of the Save-a-lot because he needed gas! This guy has never had more than forty bucks in his pocket and all of a sudden he’s got a Grady White? Just saying.”

“I need a break from you guys.” Pope moaned, standing up to walk to the dock. 

“Look, Pope, how does a guy like Scooter get a Grady White?”

“Prostitution?”

“Square groupers bro. Flying under the radar, no aerial surveillance, they don’t do that stuff during a hurricane.” John B reasoned. “What does that mean, JJ?”

“They were straight smugglin’.” He grinned. 

“I’m guessing there’s a crap ton of contraband on that boat.” Y/N added. 

“Okay so if there was that kind of stuff on board, and it belongs to someone, they’re going to come looking for it, right? So taking it would be catastrophically stupid.” 

“You’re right.” JJ said. “But stupid things have good outcomes all the time. All we need to do is find a way to get into that cargo hold of that wreck and then lay low.”

“And how exactly do we do that?” Pope asked.

“Kegger?” Kiara proposed.

Y/N had went over to Kiara’s house to steal an outfit for the night. 

“Red or pink?” She asked Kiara. 

“Red. JJ won’t stop staring at you if you don’t.”

“C’mon Kie, stop teasing. You and me both know he doesn’t like me like that. Look at all the women he hooks up with. You don’t see me on the list.”

“Fine! Don’t listen to me! But open your eyes girl!”

Y/N was mad that Kie was playing with her feelings. She knew that JJ would never think of her like that. Was she not telling her something?

“I’m a police officer’s daughter Kie, no guy wants to talk to me.”

Within an hour, the group had gathered all the materials for the Kegger and met at the Boneyard. Y/N spotted JJ up ahead. His blonde hair unmistakably glistening in the sunset glow. She wondered if he would talk to her tonight or take off with another new girl. Once down to the sand, the keg was set up and ready to go. John B started filling up cups of beer for everyone. Soon, a crowd started to form. The boneyard was a mix of three crowds, the Pogues, the Kooks and the Tourons. The Tourons are just kids here on vacation with their families for the summer. As the night progressed, Y/N found her place with a group of Pogues she knows from school. The group was laughing around a fire, retelling a story about how a teacher was caught making out with a student after class. The principal found them and he was fired right away. The kid only got a 3 day suspension. Y/N felt someone sit next to her.  She looked to her left. A boy around her age with curly brown hair and a lanky stature smiled at her. A Touron. 

“Hi. I’m Dean.” He greeted. “I’m not from here and you look pretty friendly enough to talk to.”

This made Y/N laugh.

“Why thank you. I’m Y/N. Welcome to the island.”

She shook hands with the boy jokingly. She could feel the effects of the alcohol she was drinking starting to flow through her body. 

“Another beer?” Someone with a keg asked.

Y/N accepted the beer with a grateful smile then turned back to Dean.

“So, new guy, where you from?”

“San Fran. I’m a long way from home.” He smiled. “My moms friend recommended it here, but too bad there was a hurricane. Cut our holiday in half. We head back in a few days.”

“Ah, big city guy. I could tell, you all have the same vibe.” She teased. 

“Hey! I’m officially offended.” 

She laughed. “Sorry about Agatha though, really, she was a real pain in the ass.” The two continued to talk about random things. Y/N thought that he was a nice boy to talk to, but he wasn’t JJ. 

“See, those are my best friends over there.” She pointed out Kiara and John B. Then a little ways over at Pope. She couldn’t find JJ. “We do everything together.” Y/N was five drinks in. Maybe six. She lost count. Not once did this boy try to make a move on her. At first she was thankful because it is always awkward trying to tell them no, but at the same time her heart sunk because it’s always been that way. There was no way he knew she was the daughter of a cop. He doesn’t live here. 

“So, Y/N do you have a boyfr-“ Dean’s sentence was cut off when Y/N suddenly stood up to the the sound of JJ’s voice. He sounded like he was in an argument.

“You’re so funny man!” She heard him yell.

Over to the right of where she sat she could see Sarah Cameron and her no-good boyfriend Topper, along with the rest of her friends. JJ did not look happy. None of them did. 

“Sorry. I’ll be right back. I’m just going to check up on my friends. They seem a little drunk.”

As she approached the commotion, Topper called them “dirty Pogues.” That term set John B off. He  forcefully shoved Topper backwards, causing him to stumble. Topper looked shocked and then lunged forward and threw a punch so hard at John B’s face that it looked like it would knock his teeth out. John B fell against the sand, unable to stand up. 

“Babe! Babe!” Sarah attempted to stop her boyfriend from causing any harm, but it was no use,Topper hated Pogues. Topper continued to kick John B until he reached the edge of the water. 

“Hey John B, don’t make me do what happened to your old man, all right?”

The crowd around began to chant for them to fight. 

“Stop!” Y/N screamed at them, rushing in. JJ held her back, shaking his head no. If it wasn’t for the situation it would’ve felt like a hug. 

“Guys stop!” Kiara hissed at Topper and John B.

John B mustered up enough to stand again and used his momentum to tackle Topper into the shallow tide. Both attackers now soaked from the cool water.

“Let him go John B!” Pope yelled. 

They continued to throw punches at the others abdomen and back. John B was able to land a few good hits. 

“That’s what I’m talking about!” JJ cheered.

Topper and John B continued to trade hits. Unfortunately, Topper was able to gain the upper hand and slam John B into the water face first. He then got on top of him.

Sarah and Kiara began to scream. JJ had never looked so frightened in his life for his best friend.

“JJ do something!” Y/N screamed at him. JJ looked torn. He ran towards Topper and John B and pulled out the gun.

“No JJ!” Y/N called after him, terrified. 

JJ rested it on the crown of Toppers head after he cocked it.

“Yeah, you know what that is. Let him go.”

The crowd of people started screaming and dispersed ridiculously fast after spotting the gun. 

“JJ put the gun down!” Y/N tried again.

“Okay, okay we’re good man!” The anxiety in Topper’s voice was evident. He rose with his hands in the air. 

“Everyone listen up! Get the hell off my side of the island!” JJ screamed at the top of his lungs. He rose the gun in the air and shot it twice to prove that he was in control. Sarah and Topper ran off. Y/N covered her ears. She was terrified of guns after her mother was shot on duty when she was a thirteen. Y/N had never been told the full story but the tale left it’s mark. Mrs. Shoupe has since retired from being a police officer and chose to write books instead. A very drastic career change. 

“Y/N!” Dean yelled at her. “Let’s leave!”

Dean was standing alone in the middle of the sand. He had waited for her to make sure she was okay, not knowing that JJ was her friend since she couldn’t find him when she was pointing them all out earlier.

“Who the fuck are you!” JJ pointed the gun at Dean. Dean put his hands in the air to show his surrender. 

“Woah, woah man! I come in peace! Please!”

“JJ stop!” Y/N screamed. 

“I said, who the fuck are you?!”

“I’m just here visiting the island! My name is Dean!” 

JJ looked at Y/N, but put the gun down, finger still on the trigger. Dean visibly sighed of relief.

“How do you know him?” 

“I-I met him earlier at the fire. JJ you’re scaring me with that please you know I hate them.” In the heat of the moment, JJ has totally forgotten your fear of guns. His demeanour changed completely. He put the gun back in his pocket and threw his hands on his forehead in frustration. Y/N huffed at his behaviour. She saw a different side of JJ tonight. One that she was not used to. He scared her and their friends and she just needed to go home. It’s been a long night. She looked her friends in the eye.

“Get some sleep guys, and make sure John B is alive.” She gestured to the boy who was halfway in the water. She gave on last glance to JJ before turning back up the trail with Dean right behind her. She burst into tears. Her crying heard by JJ as he watched her figure until she disappeared into the darkness. Y/N had hoped he would have at least apologized.

After last night Y/N woke up feeling anxious and upset. The image of JJ holding a gun haunted  her memory. She knew it wouldn’t just go away. She remembered Dean walking her home and asked for her number before he left to go back to his hotel. She politely declined saying a mere ‘it’s complicated.’ He understood and said he was glad she was safe. He gave her his just in case she changed her mind. A text on her phone rung softly on the bedside table. She picked it up and a short text from Kiara read:

‘Hey I know after last night you don’t want to see JJ, but we need someone that knows how to dive. We’re searching that boat today and you’re the only one that knows how to properly dive and has the equipment. You in?’ 

‘Will he promise to get rid of the gun?’

‘No promises :(‘

Y/N groaned in her bed. Typical JJ. A knock on her door perked her up. Her father walks in, wearing his uniform.

“Hey sweet pea, I know sometimes it’s hard to be a dad and a police officer at the same time,  but I know there was a gun used last night at that party. Do you know who had possession of it?” 

Y/N froze in a silent panic. She couldn’t throw JJ under the bus like that, even if guns scared her. He would never forgive her and she would most likely never see him again. 

“Uhh, no I was over on the other side of the fire. When the crowd of people started running saying that there was a gun I ran too. You know I hate them.” She tried her best to sound convincing. Sometimes her father was intimidating. He gave her a raised eyebrow.

“You sure? It sounded like it was one of your Pogue friends.”

“No they were all with me around that time.”

He hummed, definitely not satisfied with her answer.

“Well, the Sheriff already told me she knew who it was but didn’t give me his name. I figured you’d know who it was.” He paused, choosing his words carefully. “Now, I don’t think the island is safe right now, so I need you to make smart decisions. No parties, no boats, no beaches and no hanging out with your little Pogue friends for a while. I don’t think they are very good influences.”

“Dad you can’t do that!” Y/N cried. “They’re my friends! I don’t care about the parties but that’s just not fair!”

“It’s what’s best. A man was found dead yesterday and I don’t need you being the next. The marsh is closed until we can find that sunken boat and any clues leading toward the investigation. I better see you here when I get back.” 

And with that, Victor Shoupe was out the door without a final glance towards his daughter. His heavy footsteps heard as he descended the stairs.

“You could have at least closed the door!” Y/N got up with a huff, slamming it hard enough to prove she was upset. He was right about one thing, having a police officer father was hard. She raced back to her phone, tapping on Kiara’s contact.

‘Bad news. Dads got me on lockdown saying it isn’t safe right now. He said the marsh was closed so if we’re doing this it’s gotta be fast. Gotta sneak around my mom to get the gear.’

Luckily, Y/N’s mom was locked away in her study, like usual. It was one room she was never allowed into no matter the circumstance. She had caught glimpses at it, but not long enough to make out what she does in there. Sometimes she would walk by and hear her aggravated sighs and hear frantic typing on her laptop. She figured it was just her working on a new novel and writer’s block. Everything about that room was a secret to her. Even her father rarely entered. Y/N changed into her bikini and jean shorts before sneaking down the stairs after she heard her father leave and the pickup truck pull out of the driveway. Avoiding the study, she ducked out the back door to avoid being seen through the window at the front of the house. The diving gear was kept in their small shed in the backyard. Half of the memorabilia, toys and tools in here hadn’t seen the light of day in years. With her parents so focused on their careers they never surfed or gardened since she could remember. After her mother was shot, life had never been the same. It seemed like her dad  was trying to prove that he has what it takes to become Sheriff one day and that her mother had to prove to the world that she is interesting enough to buy her books. Why was there anything to prove? None of her books made bestselling titles except for her autobiography of her life as a detective, wife and mother. She wrote mystery novels now. How fitting. 

The shed was unlocked. After locating the box of diving gear, she double checked that there was a mask and an oxygen tank before lifting it off the shelf and sneaking around the house again. She hopped in her car, thankfully parked on the street before making her way to the Chateau, not ready to see JJ. 

The boat ride out to the wreck was silent. The tension between Y/N and JJ could be felt from everyone around them. As John B came to a stop, Y/N brought out her gear, getting ready to hop in. John B threw out an anchor. 

“Fuck. This tank is a quarter full. I guess it really has been that long. I don’t even know if this is safe.” Y/N said, displaying her thoughts out loud.

“Great, I love it when a plan comes together.” Pope said sarcastically.

“It should only be... “ She looked down at the boat below. “25 minutes if that boat is 30 feet down. I just have to mark a safety stop.”

With that she took a ribbon from the gear box and her shorts off and plummeted into the water. 

“That was hot.” JJ blurted.

The friends rolled their eyes. Y/N resurfaced and jumped back into the boat. 

“Okay I tagged about ten feet down the anchor line. It’s where I’ll do my safety stop.”

For the first time since last night, JJ spoke to Y/N.

“Okay, when you’re down there, you’re going to look for the cargo hold. You stick this thing inside and twist and pull, okay?”

Y/N nodded, grabbing the key from JJ. She was still waiting on that apology. 

“See ya in a few!”

She placed the mask over her face, saluted to her friends and jumped into the water. The water in the marsh was murky, but the outline of the boat was evident amidst the cloudiness. 

Above water, the sound of police siren whooped through the air. 

“Oh shit it’s Y/N’s dad!”

“Just act frickin’ natural!” 

“Evening, officers.” 

“Evening.” Shoupe said in an assertive tone. He threw Pope a line to tie the boats together. The other cop from the motel raid was with him. 

“How you kids doin’? You know the marsh is closed?” He asked.

“No.”

“No, wow.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“Why- why was it closed?”

The friends tried to act as normal as possible. Their attempts feeble. 

“We’re conducting a search out here. Boat went down. Seen anything?”

A collective round of ‘no’s’ came from the group. Shoupe didn’t seem terribly convinced. JJ suddenly remembered that Y/N was down there, using more and more oxygen by the minute. He prayed she wouldn’t pop out of the water anytime soon. Another situation with bad timing.  The others seemed to realize too, attempting to hide their agitation from the officers. Shoupe noticed this.

“I’m going to uh, check your little boat out.”

“You wanna check, uh check her out, yeah.” John B stuttered. 

“Thank you.” 

Shoupe made his way into the boat. He glanced at each of the teenagers faces.

“You got any more of these?” He asked, holding up a life jacket.

“Yeah, yeah. There’s more in the hold.” 

Kiara stood up so he could look under the seat. 

JJ pulled out three more life jackets.

“Yeah, here you go.” He said.

Shoupe nodded sternly. He looked out onto the water, suspicious. He made his way to the bow of the boat.

“Be careful. You don’t want to slip.” Pope commented. Shoupe placed his sunglasses on, scanning the water for anything out of the ordinary. The sunset made it hard to search, creating a glare of colour on the surface. 

“All right.” He concluded. “Beautiful day.”

“Sure is, sir.”

“Let us know if you see anything on your way out.”

“Will do.” Replied JJ and Pope. 

“We’ll be gone soon sir.” 

“Yes you will.”

Shoupe got back into his boat and drove away. When he was out of sight, the group rushed to the side, worried for the girl who was underwater. 

“She’s definitely out of air.” Pope said. 

“There she is!” JJ yelled.

“Oh god! Jesus Christ!”

Y/N gasped for air loudly and desperately. She pulled the mask off and swam towards the boat.

“How’d it go down there?” John B asked. “Did you find anything?”

Unable to speak properly, Y/N tossed a black bag she scavenged onto the deck near JJ’s feet. He grabbed it immediately.

“Hell yeah!” He said. 

Y/N climbed the ladder, still short of breath.

“Yeah, you’re dad was here, but we took care of him.” Pope told her. Y/N let out an exasperated laugh. 

“Gotta, get back, before he does.” She said between breaths. She sat down tiredly. 

Kiara suddenly shifted.

“Hey, guys? Bogey at two o’clock.”

“What?”

A white boat was approaching the Pogues fast. Two men were on board. No one recognized it.

“Who is it?”

“I don’t know but let’s not stick around to find out. JJ get the bowline.” John B instructed. JJ tried to pull the anchor up as fast as he could. 

“Guys don’t wait up for me!” He yelled.

“Let’s go!” Kiara added.

The boat did not slow down. John B started up the boat and headed into the marsh. The mysterious boat and its occupants turned to follow them. 

“They’re following us!”

Y/N turned around at the same time the passenger began to pull out a gun. Her eyes widened.

“Gun! They’ve got a gun!” She alerted her friends before ducking down to avoid the line of fire. The first shot was sent out, narrowly missing John B who was intent on driving the boat as fast as he could. The rest of the gang lowered to the deck. JJ instinctively covered Y/N as best he could, shielding her from any potential bullets. He remembered her fear of guns this time.  

“John B, get down!” He yelled at his best friend. 

The perpetrator opened fire a second time. The boat was gaining on them.

“Oh my god we’re gonna die!” Pope yelled.  A third shot rung out. 

“Shit! Pope, move!” Kiara said, standing up to reach the net at the back of the boat. Another bullet flew by.

“Kie get down!”

Kiara ignored John B’s plea and threw the net behind the boat. A loud noise could be heard as it wrapped within the prop of the boat behind them. It slowed to a stop. Angry shouts of the two men could be heard as another shot flew after them. The Pogues drove to safety.

Back at the Chateau, John B grabbed the mystery bag and plopped it onto the dock. Y/N was still shaken up by the recent events, opting to be silent. JJ helped her off the boat in her shaken state. 

“What do you think is in it?”

“Gotta be money right?”

“Can we please just open the bag!” Pope ushered.  “You guys are literally killing me with anticipation.” 

John B opened the bag to take out another bag. He opened the drawstrings to reveal a metal cylinder. Y/N watched with eager eyes behind JJ. She hoped her efforts weren’t for nothing. 

John B unscrewed the end of the cylinder and dipped it upside down into his hand. A compass fell into his palm. He froze. 

“Oh, great job everyone! We found a compass.” Pope stated sarcastically. JJ looked disappointed.

“Sorry Y/N, looks like you almost drowned for a stupid compass that’s not worth anything.”

Y/N frowned while John B laughed.

“This was my father’s.” 

Any feedback appreciated. :) Let me know if I should continue! <3

[sygneth]

Y'know how Harry canonically took Building Safety/Inspection as part of his RCM training (I hc that Kim took First Aid or something similar)? What classes/skills do you think Jean (or anybody else in C-wing if you have any hcs for Judit, Chester or Mack) took?

Huh, that's a tough one, took me a while to sort it all out, but good, I like questions that make me think!

Honestly, my first thought when thinking of Jean was "fire safety", can't even explain why? Somehow I just see him going around rambling something about fire regulations and how nobody in the whole Jamrock gives a fuck and one day all will burn and maybe then people would start thinking about it. (I also hc him being in the Searchlight Division before switching to Criminal.) OR! Another thought here are search-and-rescue operations, searching for people/bodies in collapsed buildings, forests, swamps, etc. I dunno, he just feels like someone who likes to look for more.

And I totally agree with Kim taking First Aid, it just makes sense.

I imagine Judit going into something more social maybe? Idk if that would make any sense or what exactly that could be, something like mediations and such? Generally, I feel like RCM is a weird mashup of police, fire department, and maybe a bit of emergency medical services? So what I have in mind here is some sort of specialization that teaches you how to talk to a person who wants to attempt suicide, or someone having a panic attack, someone who holds others hostage, etc. This is very much just a hc though.

Mack would totally go for something like combat or terrorist prevention or such. and Chester, hmmm. He is the kind of a guy to go for "whatever is the easiest to pass" thing, so whatever he chose, probably didn't pay much attention to it either way lol. I think it could be something technical though, maybe buildings as well? I'm very curious of your opinion as well if you have any hc for others (or if mine adds up to yours). :D

[brighter-by-the-daly]

Millie Bright x Reader

Part Two: Triggered

Posted 28/05/23, Edited 27/06/23

Millie held your hand between hers throughout the entirety of the game, only breaking apart when England scored or to top up your tea. The game ended with a win and despite the beginning of the day, you had had a good night. Standing up and unzipping the coat to return it to her she abruptly stopped you. “It’s okay wear it home, it’s gotten cold now” her voice a lot softer than a few hours ago and certainly more bubbly than earlier in the evening. “I can’t do that this is part of your kit” still trying to take it off. “Well I can’t let you walk home cold can I” she shrugged jokingly like her hands were tied. “Well you could, I’m the one who was silly enough not to bring a coat” you assured her. “I’m used to it though, I’m a hot bod” you smirked at her, she was right in more ways than one. “I guess, you are always in short sleeves when you play” you sighed, finally accepting the gesture and zipping the coat back up. “You notice that?” she quizzed you, “it’s not hard to tell who has long sleeves on and you never do” you laughed at the obvious as she asked if she could walk you out. You said you don’t need babysitting and suggested she go and see her team. “I wasn’t implying that you need babysitting, I just wanted to make sure you’d get home okay” trying to justify her intentions. “Well I won’t be home for at least another two hours yet so you’d be waiting a long time” you laughed. “Two hours?! I assumed you lived near Mack” her face shocked that you have to travel so far. You asked how she knows your friends and questioned why he has never mentioned her to you before. Turns out her mum knows his mum from grass roots and she very rarely pops by, the game just happened to have been played near their house and Mack hadn’t seen her since he was a child. “I’m sorry I made tonight tough for you”she said resting her hand on your shoulder. “It’s okay, nothing a tea can’t fix” you’d had a good night and knew why you were triggered and was able to get over it quickly with help from the blonde. “No it’s not okay, I should be more aware of how my words and actions affect people” looking down at the ground embarrassed. “It’s not your job to accommodate me” you said bluntly still feeling like she’s babying you. “We’re heading out, are you coming?” Mack called over interrupting your conversation. “Yeah I’m coming!” you shouted back to him. You thanked her again for the coat and insisted you wouldn’t need it as you’ll be sat on a train, trying one last time to return the offering but once again she stopped you. “Can I drive you home?” This girl just doesn’t give up! You had to put your foot down and raised your eyebrow in a disappointed fashion “okay! You don’t need babysitting, I get it! Keep the coat though please” she smiled sweetly. You rolled your eyes and reluctantly agreed to keep her from continuing to fuss. Holding her arms out to initiate a hug, you hesitated but hugged goodbye quickly when she called you out for leaving her hanging then made your way to the station.

On your second train of the night you were now half way home with an hour to go when your phone pinged.

“Did you get home safe?”

“It’s Millie by the way”

“I asked Mack’s mum to send me your number 🙊”

3 messages came through immediately one after the other.

“Good job you’re a footballer cause you can’t count!” you replied sarcastically “two hour journey I said, not one!” Sending a selfie of yourself, hood up earphones in and very obviously still on a train.

M - “Wish you had just let me take you home, you’d have been in bed by now”

Y - “Still babysitting are we?”

M - “No just checking this cute girl I met tonight is safe, that’s all 🙂”

You struggled not to spit out your drink as you read the last one then stumbled over how to reply. Was she seriously flirting with you right now? You settled for a funny ugly faced selfie with “cute you say? 😂” to gauge if she really was flirting or just being kind.

M - “Don’t ruin your pretty lil face please”

M - “Although if any creep comes and sits near you that face will make them run a mile 🤣”

Y - “Didn’t work on you though did it 😉”

M - “Cheeky! 😳”

M - “Sorry again about tonight”

Y - “You’re gonna have something to actually be sorry about soon if you don’t stop!”

Y - “Honestly it’s okay, your actions after I told you speak louder than your ones before”

M - “That’s a nice thing to say”

Y - “Yeah you’re not used to that are you!”

M - “Shut ittt! What ya listening to?”

Y - “Nothing, I just put them in so no one talks to me, I need to hear the station announcements otherwise I get distracted and miss my stop 🙃”

With that she tried to FaceTime you but assuming it was a mistake you didn’t answer.

M - “You ignoring me now?”

Y - “Assumed it was a butt dial 🤷🏻‍♀️”

M - “No I wanna see your face”

Y - “I’ve already sent you a photo!”

Your message had barely been delivered when she called you again, staring at your phone for a while before reluctantly answering. You wanted to be left alone to process the day and unwind from the overstimulation you had endured for hours but here you were FaceTiming with Millie Bright. What a mad day! “You don’t give up easily do you?“ was your opening line, “not when I want something, no” she smiled from the other side of the phone. Giving her a stern look with a raised brow you really didn’t know how to take her. What you did know is that her cheeky smile made you feel warm inside. It was either that or her massive coat still wrapped around you. She asked how long until your station and set a timer so you didn’t miss it which you secretly thought was adorable. “For someone who didn’t want my coat, you’re still wearing it” she teased, rolling your eyes as you leant your head on the window. She asked you where home was and said again that she would have driven you as she lives near by, you replied cheekily that your mum told you not to get into a car with a stranger. “Strangers are we?” her voice turned high pitch and excitable, “we’re hardly anything other!” you hit back. Millie wanted to change that and asked you to tell her about yourself, explaining that you’re exhausted you suggested she go first as your blinking slowed, you barely had the energy to stay awake let alone make small talk.

“Okayyy... I’m Millie, 29 years old” you were surprised at her age as she seemed a lot older which she jokingly took offence to. You exchanged birthdays, star signs and talked about family - something that means a lot to the both of you. “I’m a footballer, as you know” pulling a 💁🏼‍♀️ face, “oh are you? I didn’t know that! I did wonder how you got this coat” you said popping the hood sarcastically. “Can certainly tell you live up to your star sign, your sarc is off the charts!” seemingly impressed that someone can keep up with her banter. “Your simp is off the charts!” you snapped back quickly. “Shit, is it that obvious?” her eyes widened in shock as you nodded in a ‘well duh’ sort of way. “So you’ve known I’ve had the hots for you all this time and you’ve just been knocking me back?” she asked as she laid down on her bed holding the phone above her head looking sleepy and adorable. Telling her you couldn’t let her have it easy, plus you didn’t know if she was flirting or just being friendly because she fucked up earlier, Millie assured you she wouldn’t do that but you reminded her that you didn’t know her and it pays to be cautious. “You were a right bellend and then went all soft” you said kicking your feet up on the chair in front of you, “I was just having a bad day” she muttered glancing away from the camera, “wanna talk about it?” you asked. She spoke about her day at Chelsea, they sent her away as she’s still not fit to play, she can’t talk about her injury as it’s in her contract not to, she wanted to be playing with the girls and is sad she’s missing out on the last England camp before the World Cup. Camp is her fave place to be and was extra sad because she’s missing out on seeing her best friend.

The alarm went off on Millie’s phone so you knew the next stop was yours, you thanked her for keeping you company but she wouldn’t let you say goodbye until you were safe in your car. Nobody had cared this much about your safety before accept your mum but you were still skeptical whether it was because she felt guilty for nearly causing you a meltdown earlier.

“Are you home?” pinged up on your phone as you pulled up on your driveway. You couldn’t help the corners of your mouth turn up as you saw her name flash but decided to keep her waiting while you made your way inside your home, turning on the lights and pulling on your bed clothes before falling into bed. Sending her a photo of your bedroom TV showing Friends and telling her to let you know an address to send her coat back to.

M - “The coat was a reason to see you again”

Y - “Oh and there was me thinking you were doing it out of the kindness of your own heart”

Your phone vibrated next to you as she tried to FaceTime you again, this girl does not quit! “Are you single?” she immediately opened up with as you answered and plotted to play with her a little. “Who’s asking?” you said teasingly, “me, obviously!” she giggled. “Oh no sorry, I’m taken” you paused before laughing. “Yes I’m single, haven’t found someone who can handle all this yet. I’m not into girls tho soz” struggling to keep a straight face with the lie you told. “I don’t believe that, I’m not the only one who’s been flirting all night!” her voice once again high pitched as she sat up in bed appearing more alert with the conversation. “How dare you insinuate such a thing!” you said dramatically, teasing the blonde defender. You chatted for a little while before your eyes couldn’t stay open much longer and you started to drift off. Millie watched you drop to sleep before hanging up, for some reason she wanted you and she wasn’t gonna stop until she got you.

Part Three

[easily-distracted-by-fandom]

my little pony: fim x Hive Mind

so there was a post that said to smash together your first au and your current one and I have done that. It apparently caught my motivation by the throat.

#mlp x hive mind tbh#ummm#honestly adore#this can go two ways#we can shove the ponies into a hive!au#and make twilight a telepath##Luna was distanced for a long hecking time#and Celestia is a Claire like figure who is very dutiful#Shining armor is Candace’s strike leader#and also her husband#Pinkie is twilights whatever Megan is#i forgot the name#general manager?#and also therapist because pinkie has amazing coping mechanisms#fluttershy and rarity are part of liaison#rarity is the public communication and such#fluttershy is making stories because she’s really good at that#see: fluttershys horror games#Applejack and Rainbow Dash are strike team#Stuff happens#something something starlight starts an anti lottery cult at the seafarm#they send starlight through lottery#she gets assigned to twilights whatever Lucas’s teams name is

ok so Rarity grew up with level 30ish fashion designer parents. She’s their 1st child and was expecting to come out a fashion designer herself. Her sister is Sweetie Belle (just Belle, it’s a human au) she isn’t AS parentified in this au because of teen level so. Her parents do send Belle up to spend time with her because they hope that Belle will pick up some ‘level one talent’ from Rarity.

Fluttershy was besties with Rainbow Dash (they’re Flutter and Dash, Flutter is regarded as a weird name). She loves working with animals and expected to be assigned to work with them. Her parents are low-level workers but her father has a passion for cloudgazing and used to take her and Zephr outside to do so. Flutter got scared into shutting up about it after the first time she talked about it in class. She now freezes in fear whenever it’s mentioned, not because she’s scared of the outside but because she’s scared of what people will say to her. She had a pretty sucky time in teen level and used to daydream, making stories up in her head. Especially during days where she was too anxious to leave her room.

Dash is an only child of her family, who are level 16ish athletes. She wanted to be on a track team and is incredibly lithe and agile. She’s mentoring one of her younger cousins (Scootaloo, Lou in this universe)

Applejack (AJ) is part of a family of outside workers and economists that regularly work Outside. She’s a middle child with a head of business and a very strong work ethic. She’s also just very strong. I might make her and Dash lesbians for each other idk. Her older brother (Mack) is an outside worker and her younger sister (Blossom) look to her for advice.

Twilight. Ok so her family is law enforcement. Level 20 all that stuff. Her older brother (I can’t figure out what to call him, frick it we’re calling him Steve) is a telepath strike team leader and dating Cadance. Cadance loves little kids so used to take care to Twilight when she was younger but telepaths aren’t allowed to read the minds of any kids before they’ve gone through lottery. The hive used to let all kids visit telepaths but when telepaths rates suddenly dropped among those children they realized something was wrong. Twilight wanted to be a researcher, she still researches things because no one can stop her. This leads to… situations.

Pinkie Pie is a honor baby. She was the last of 4, her older siblings all going off to be top ten member of the hive. (Maud is a reset specialist. Maud gets lots of time off. Maud goes outside and looks at rocks in her free time. Maud is adorable. Lime is a professional trainer/tough love therapist she screams people into loving themselves. Marble is a researcher). She loves baking and making people happy. So when her jobs was to make people happy and make sure everything ran smoothly she knew she could do it. Pinkie might be a borderline telepath. Pinkie might’ve already known she was a borderline telepath. Pinkie has told no one because she figured out how this works.

Spike is Twilights younger brother, by the time he was born she was two years away from teen level. He really wants to be her assistant. He does not understand what she does.

cadence and Steve are married. Cadence and Steve have a child. Their child is Flur (Flurry Heart). Flur is one, Flur is absolutely a telepath.

Chrysalis is from a different hive, Chrysalis hates it there, Chrysalis is really good at makeup. Chrysalis pretends to be Cadence to see how this hive treats its Telepaths, Chrysalis isn’t that good at pretending to be someone she’s never met. Chrysalis gets caught, this is fine because Chrysalis is a telepath and transfers to Hive Equestria. Literally no one but Chrysalis is happy about this. Celestia is the oldest living telepath. This is bad because she’s in her 40s. Celestia cut off contact with her sister for 20 years after Luna began distancing. Celestia is constantly stressed

Luna is the second oldest living telepath. Luna is in her late 30s. Luna had a really bad like 20 years of her life where she just decided that killing Celestia was her life’s goal because nothing else mattered in her stupid life. This was a very hard time for Hive Equestria.

Starlight Glimmer (Arlie) started a cult. Arlie was like 17 when she started the cult, Arlie had lost her best friend to the lottery a year earlier. Arlie and Trixie (who’s name is not Trixie but who goes by Trixie anyway) live on the sea farm and decided that lottery was the root of all evils (Trixie was scared it would assign her to a low level since she felt useless). Their cult does Weird Cult Activities, a telepath unit is sent to check it out. Twilight realizes this is Literal Children and just… convinces them to go through lottery anyway? Trixie gets to be on Liason. Arlie is part of the tactical team because she actually did Run A Cult Very Good thank you. She’s imprinted for tactical commander and is definitely going to run Twilights. These three may or may not become a polycule of lesbians.

Hive Equestria is a genetics hive btw but they more mess with animal genetics rather than human. Anyway wayyy back before anything some genetics stuff happened and so Hive Equestria people aren’t… entirely human anymore. There’s three categories: pegasi: these people have feathers, they usually can’t fly but the feather amounts can range from tiny wings to scatterings around the neck. Earth: they’re human, but… something is off. They’re the only ones encouraged to trade hives. Everyone can of course… they’re just made aware that they aren’t exactly going to be treated normally out there. Unicorns: they have horns. What type, all types. It gets unwieldy but they’re also the most likely to be telepaths/borderlines

they didn’t have enough telepaths to keep any rise up. They never have. So instead telepaths are deified to the point where crossing them is religious sacrelige. Crime rates are very reduced, especially because being friendly is part of their culture to like an extreme. It’s very common after lottery to get a tattoo that signifies your role somewhere visible (usually the cheek) each one is personalized. Kids spend a lot of time in school daydreaming about their ‘cutie marks’.

I can’t think of any other characters that are immensely important but if you give me motivation in forms of reblogs and such I might draw a few of them and/or figure out a story.