#angus macgyver x fluff

[ash5monster01]

Hello! how are you?

I would like to ask Macgyver something, I imagine something, where maybe Mac and the reader have been captured and Mac does one of his ideas to escape and maybe the reader ends up getting hurt and he again does something to save the reader's life? I imagine him supporting her or carrying her if necessary...

Something extremely cute, thank you very much! I love your writing!!

Rescue Me

Pairing: Angus Macgyver x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, whump, mentions of blood, use of weapons, hurt reader, no use of y/n

Summary: When a mission goes wrong you and Mac find yourselves trapped. When he realizes you’re hurt he needs to come up with a plan to save you both.

word count: 1.2k

Masterlist

The only light in the room is coming from a flickering bulb hung overhead. Flashing sight into the dark and dusty walls surrounding him. Mac isn’t sure what happened, eyes still blurry as he tries to come too. From what he can tell he’s tied to wherever he’s sitting. His head is pounding and his ribs are sore. Whatever had happened had done him in good. That’s when it hits him. The mission, how he had followed you into the mansion, how out of no where a stun grenade went off, and before he could fight back they had knocked him out.

That explained the headache and the more than likely bruised ribs. Yet when his eyes fully blink open he’s actively aware of the fact that he had been with you. It’s as if he’s awake in an instant, head swinging until it lands on you beside him. You’re laid in a heap, tied to a chair, hair stuck to the blood on your forehead. That’s when he sees most of your shirt is seeped through with blood too. Panic rises like bile in his throat and all he can think is how he failed to protect you.

“Hey baby, wake up” he says as calm as he can, scooting in his seat to try and get closer to you. When his foot knocks against the leg of your chair, you snap awake, scanning the room just as he did in a panic.

“Shit Mac, where are we?” you ask once your eyes land on him, arms immediately fighting the restraints. He adores how you ignore how hurt you are, instantly jumping into action to help you both.

“I don’t know, what I do know is we need to get you out of here. You’ve had to of lost so much blood” that’s when you freeze, the realization and the pain seeping in as you look down at your form. It’s then you remember watching them knock out Mac, how you had jumped to save him, and they had a knife and unforgiving nature. It’s then you hiss, the reminder of the deep wound that somehow missed your organs.

“Shit, you’re right” you seethe, squeezing your hands to ignore the pain that now sears through you. Mac’s eyes dart across your form with worry, it’s then he springs into action, eyes darting around the room for anything to set him free.

You watch as he shuffles towards a table, scooting the chair as quickly and quietly as he can. When he reaches it he sways himself forward and on his feet. It’s then the nausea hits you, a clear sign of blood loss as he uses one of the tools to set him free. Fighting to keep your eyes open he rushes over to you and unties your harnesses as well. The relief of being free isn't enough to calm you when you realize those very harnesses had been holding you upright. Your body collapses instantly, Mac catching you as you land against him.

"You're more hurt than I originally thought" he says, head swiveling around the room as he scans it again, trying to come up with any ideas that could possibly save you. When he comes up short he eases you gently back against the chair before going to the only door in the room. Much to both your surprise the knob turns when he attempts to open it.

“Listen, I’m gonna try and figure out where we are. You stay right here and I’ll be back” he tells you and you don’t have enough energy to respond as he slinks out the door in search of the safest way to escape.

It’s hard to stay awake while he’s gone. Catching your head nearly every time you nod off. You’re startled awake when you feel Mac lifting you in his arms. He’s saying something but it’s not registering as he lifts you with ease. Carrying you bridal style towards the door. You whine every time a muscle strains and the brief look you get of his face shows how much this pains him too. You reach out to comfort him but you fall short, unconsciousness taking over.

When you come to again you’re instead surrounded by the light blue walls of a hospital room. You squint under the bright overhanging lights and despite the lingering pain you feel so much better than you did the last time you were awake. You would’ve sworn it was a dream had you not woken up here. It’s relief knowing you’re safe but panic all over again when you realize you don’t know how you got out or what could’ve happened to Mac. It makes you feel shameful, like you had failed him somehow.

“Mac? Mac?!” your panicked voice arises, eyes trying to focus on your surroundings. A shuffling beside you and a hand falling in your own eases your heart only slightly.

“I’m right here baby, you’re okay” blinking your eyes you find an unharmed blonde boy by your side. Tears spring to your eyes as you reach out for him.

“Oh God what happened?” you cry and he looks at you with teary eyes to match, leaning forward to press his forehead against your own.

“We were captured, I got us out” he tells you and you don’t need to ask to know he had pulled off something only Mac was capable of.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t help you” you tell him, hands holding either side of his face, his grip locked on your wrists.

“No, no, it’s okay. We got out and you’re okay now. It wasn’t your fault” he tells you and your lip quivers but you pull him in for a kiss anyway. He’s perfectly happy to do so, kissing you to convey just how much he loved you and how sorry he was.

“Is the rest of the team okay?” you ask when he lets go and he smiles, nodding against you before scooting into the open spot beside you. You move as much as you can for him to curl up into your side.

“Everyone’s fine, they’re happy you’re alive. Said we should probably wait a bit before we get captured again” and you snort out a laugh that instantly turns into a wince from the soreness of your wounds. Mac looks you over with worry but you calm him with your touch, holding him still.

“I’m perfectly content not being a hostage for a while” you tell him and he gives a pressed smile before kissing your forehead. You hold him, happy to have made it out of something like this for the hundredth time, with him by your side.

“I say the minute you get better we take a break” Mac says and you nod against him, humming in delight as you think of a tropical island. You and Mac curled up on a sandy beach, soaking in the rays, and kissing each other dizzy. Now that was something you could get used to.

“I’ll put in a PTO request as soon as I can” this has Mac laughing against you, holding you as tight as he can without hurting you further. Glad you hadn’t been awake through what he had went through. Happy to just be here with you right now. Whether you were on an island vacation in a month or risking your lives on another mission. No matter what he was there to protect you.

“That’s my girl”

[vinnieswife]

Hi :D, I'm sorry to bother you, but I just found your page and I love it!, so I was thinking of a story of Macgyver.

When the Reader is recruited in Phoenix, and she is as intelligent as Mac, and have similar skills. So Mac is amazed and he starts to feel attracted to her because he have never met a person that understands him.

Idk if I'm asking to much, if so, I'm SO sorry. :c

Btw english isn't my first language I'm from Argentina so I'm sorry if my grammar sucks :'(

OMG I LOVE THIS, it’s so short tho, i’m from Spain no worries amor <3

Angus Macgyver x fem!reader

wc: 357

warnings: none

At Phoenix headquarters, the air is charged with anticipation. You've been recruited for a crucial mission, and as you meticulously review the documents, MacGyver, a seasoned maverick from the agency, enters the room with his characteristic calm yet alert demeanor. “who’s this matilda?”, she smiled looking at him “y/n she will help us with a couple of missions her occurrences match yours so having both on our team will be great”

Your gazes meet, and he, with his ability to read people, immediately recognizes the spark of ingenuity in your eyes. Intrigued, as matilda leaves you two, he approaches you, and you begin exchanging ideas about the upcoming mission. Amid improvised schemes and creative solutions, the spark of a unique connection ignites.

The more they work together, Mac noticed surprising similarities between them: creativity in problem-solving, the ability to improvise, and a passion for exciting challenges.

As time passed, the connection between you and Mac strengthened with each mission successfully tackled together. On a quiet night after a triumphant operation, as you shared experiences in the break room, he couldn't help but express his growing feelings.

“you know y/n, every time we work together, I realize how incredibly compatible we are. Not just professionally, but also... personally."

You, with a knowing smile, nodded, feeling the same connection. “Seriously, have you turned your feelings into a compatibility test between us?" you laughed, his face grew red. “I wouldn’t word it like that but…yeah”

As you shared more moments outside of missions, Mac gathered the courage to take the next step.

"And what if she rejects me, Jack? It'll be catastrophic," Mac was so stressed, but he needed to give it a try.

"Come on, Mac, you know her. We both know she's going to say yes. Be a man and get the girl."

Mac nodded, approaching you after the mission. Your hair was disheveled, and your clothes were dirty, but to him, you were the most polished girl in the world.

"Hey," you looked up. "Oh, hi," you could see he was nervous. "Are you okay?" you asked. "Oh, yeah, don't worry. Um, can I talk to you for a moment?" you nodded and Mac glanced at Jack, who smiled and gave him a thumbs-up.

"How about we celebrate something more than paperwork after this? How about going to dinner with me?" he said, smiling while scratching the back of his neck.

You, surprised but pleased, enthusiastically accepted the invitation.

Suddenly, a shout was heard, "I told you!" and right after that, Jack was hugging both of you.

"Took you long enough huh.”

That night, amid laughter and confidences, you and MacGyver discovered that your connection wasn't just professional; it extended to a romance that flourished with time and shared experiences.

[allofmytoxicity]

What A Waste of a Lovely Night

a/n: Not a request, just thought I'd do this before I fall of the face of the earth again for months. Also, really sorry if I've got the American school system completely wrong. I'm not from the US, I'm from the UK and the exam system is completely different.

Pairing: Angus 'Mac' MacGyver x specky!fem!reader (I promise there is detail involving glasses, but the only reason I added it is because I'm specky.)

Summary: When you are under threat of being overtired, your secret agent boyfriend comes in to save the day.

Fluff Prompt: [19] = getting the workaholic to bed & [16] = star gazing

Word Count: 1.2k

TW: tooth rotting fluff and a tired reader.

In theory, being a workaholic should be Mac's thing.

Being a government agent for an organisation that most of the government itself didn't know about, let alone the world, wasn't exactly relaxing. And that's excluding the fact about him possibly being involved in gun fights, seeing dead bodies and possibly being kidnapped.

That though, is in theoretical terms. Not real life.

The real workaholic out of the two of you, was yourself.

Even though you were a teacher (where ironically enough, both you and Mac could have to deal with guns during work), you still had tons to do.

Teaching films analysis to teenagers who just wanted to get out of school wasn't exactly the easiest job on earth, and the proof was in the fact that you were still sitting on the couch, long after Mac had gone to bed, working on marking practice exam questions as well as making a model essay structure for your students to follow tomorrow in class.

So, when Mac grumbled awake in your shared bedroom to you still not in bed, even though you had told him you would be there soon, Mac did start to worry slightly.

Only slightly though.

The only just awake Mac, groggily got out of bed and started to wander through to the living room where you'd sat yourself since about seven o'clock that evening.

He wasn't surprised to see you still sat there and was even less surprised to see you with your laptop open, work clothes still on and your glasses halfway off your face (totally not this author writing in bed at 1am like she normally does).

"You can't live off energy drinks at work, y'know?" Mac said, leaning against the corner of the wall, watching you with his arms crossed.

Without turning, you reply. "I know. I'll be in bed soon."

The tone felt lifeless and Mac had heard it all before anyway when you had been like this.

The monotonous voice, not caring how close you were to your glasses slipping off your face and comfy in work clothes you would normally rush in and change from almost as soon as you got in the house.

It wasn't normal but it also wasn't strange to see you like this.

Mac, knowing that even after his reminder, you would still be here until you were done, walked further into the room, sitting directly in front of you and carefully grasped your laptop and slowly pulled it away.

Your head snapped up at the action, unsure of what you were going to do if the work you were doing wasn't finished for tomorrow morning.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, Mac. I- I need to finish that work Mac. I need to finish it for tomorrow morning." You plead, looking at Mac with eyes of the same tone.

Mac raises his eyebrows at you as he saves your work and shuts down your laptop. "You're not going to finish anything if you're half asleep and not able to work tomorrow because of it."

You sigh at his statement, slouching back on the couch, finally realising how uncomfortable and tired you were now that Mac had taken your priority.

"I'm honestly surprised with how long it took you to come and confiscate my laptop," you say with a dozy smile, pushing up your glasses. "I genuinely thought you'd come and drag me to bed when you switched out the lights to the rest of the house."

Mac laughed as you yawned, turning to face you now in your dozy state. "Come on, let's get you to bed."

Both of you get off the couch and Mac takes your hand, partly dragging you and partly guiding you towards your bedroom.

Once you get to your room, Mac passes you your pyjamas and you quickly change into the pyjamas that were made up of one of his t-shirts and a pair of running shorts.

After changing, you make your way over to your bed where Mac was sat and readjust your glasses, pushing them up your nose and open your mouth to speak, but Mac beats you to it, his eyebrows raised.

"No, you're not getting your laptop back. Get it tomorrow morning and if I have to stick a bell on you tonight, I will." Mac says and you laugh, shaking your head. He knew what you were going to ask before you opened your mouth.

Trying to defend yourself, you retort back, a dead serious expression making its way onto your face. "I wasn't even going to ask. I was just going to say..."

You trail off, unsure of what you were supposedly going to say and look around the room quickly, spotting the clear night sky outside. "I was just going to say that doing my work tonight wasted the lovely view of the sky this evening."

Mac laughs back at you, nodding his head in a 'yeah, sure' way. "Well, I did offer to go and look at the stars with you tonight but you said that you were busy."

"I'm not busy now!" You reply, a hopeful smile on your face along with some puppy dog eyes that are enlarged even more with the magnification from your glasses lenses.

Relenting, Mac gets up off the bed and walks out the room and you jump up, grinning and wander along behind him as he goes to unlock the glass doors that led out to the fire pit you had outside.

"You're lucky I love you." Mac says and you say a small 'thank you' as he opens the door, leaving the key in the lock on the indoor side of the door.

Wandering out, you plonk yourself down onto the decking, and placing your hands behind you, you gaze up at the dark sky, making out all the constellations that you normally would never see.

A few seconds after, Mac joins you, sitting up close and wrapping an arm around your middle, pulling you even closer than you already were as you both gazed up.

"Mac?" You ask, gaining his attention.

"Hm?" He responds with, looking down at you as your head turns to face him.

"I love you." You say in a quiet voice, a sleepy smile on your face.

"I love you too y/n/n. Even if you are a complete workaholic that stays awake to god knows what hour." Mac replies in the same tone and you breathe a laugh at the last part.

"Yeah, sorry about that." You murmur looking down and Mac moves you slightly so then he could kiss the top of your head.

Rubbing his hand up and down one of your arms now, Mac replies. "It's fine. Gives me a laugh sometimes."

You both sit out there for a while in a comfortable silence, keeping each other in close company and only go back in when you both start to get cold.

"Thanks for that." You mumble as Mac locks the door for the second time that night and puts the key back in the bowl on the kitchen island.

Walking over to you, Mac hugs you. "No worries. It would be a waste of a lovely night if we didn't do that probably." He says as you both move back to your bedroom once again.

Finally taking your glasses off and getting under the sheets, you snuggle into Mac, your shoulders finally relaxing as sleep starts to overtake you.

"Night." You mumble, your voice being muffled by Mac's chest that you were squashed up against.

"Night, y/n." Mac says as sleep takes over you both, warmth radiating off of both of you.

a/n: and we have another fic out!!!!! I'm so proud of myself for actually getting another fic out while also needing to study. Also, for any F1 fans that follow me or read this, wtf actually happened at the brazil GP? It's madness!

Read this to find out who else I write for, and requests are open!

[websterss]

PUT IN HARMS WAY — ANGUS MACGYVER

REQUEST: Mac x reader. Mac coming home from a mission to find you’ve been attacked and you’re in the hospital.

WARNING(S): Fluff, mentions of dying, getting stabbed

WORD COUNT: 1,510

PAIRING: Angus MacGyver x fem!Reader 

A/N: Hope you enjoy it! This is an old repost. Feedback is always welcomed!

MASTERLIST

Your life was as ordinary as you tried to make it be. Once Mac told you about being a secret agent for the Phoenix Foundation you knew your whole life was about to be turned upside down. His team, including his best friend Bozer, were okay with you knowing. They trusted that you could keep their secret. Mac did his best to keep you as far away and hidden from every common enemy or threat out there. He never mentioned you to anyone other than the team and his boss Matty Webber. Little did Mac know that you weren’t as hidden as he thought you would be.

You were currently at the house that you shared with Bozer and Mac. They took you in when you finally moved out of your parent’s house. Not knowing where or how you could afford a house on your own. They offered you the space they had, which you gratefully accepted. You busied yourself by cleaning the house picking up anything and everything that felt out of place. You were about to start vacuuming when the doorbell rang. You really didn’t think much of it as you walked to the door. You went and opened the door to reveal three men dressed in all black wardrobe. 

“May I help you?” You eyed them cautiously.

“We’re looking for someone by the name Angus Macgyver, do you happen to know where he is?” He asked.

“No sorry, there’s no one here by that name.” You were about to close the door when the man’s foot stood in the way.

“I highly suggest you tell me where he is, or things will get messy sweetheart.” He threatened.

“As I said before he’s not here!” You kicked him in the knee making him stumble back and shut the door in his face. You immediately locked it.

You turned and made a beeline for your gun you kept in your room. Mac gave you it just in case of emergencies, and right now you were in one. You could hear the sound of the front door being kicked open. You prepared yourself for the worst at this point. The three men split up to search for you. You could hear one approaching you, you came out and knocked him out, but you had a problem because they heard your grunts in the process. So you hid again.

The two guys walked up to the man you put down. “I see Mac’s taught you a few things, he wouldn’t if it wasn’t necessary, you must be really important to him!” The bulky guy called out. You didn’t respond.

“Oh, come on sweetheart I don’t bite. All we want is entail on where he is, then we’ll be on our merry way as if we weren’t even here!” His persuasion was awful.

You stay silent, trying to keep your breath fairly even. They walked closer to where you were. Just as the man was approaching you swung your arm out hitting him directly in the face.

“Oh, you little bitc-” He managed to grab you in a headlock.

“It didn’t have to be this way.” He whispered in your ear as you struggled to get free from his grip. You saw the other guy get closer, you caught a glimpse of something gray and sharp. Before you could protest he plugged the knife into your abdomen. You gasped and sank to your knees.

“Tell Mac I’ll just swing by next time, okay?” He gave your cheek a light pat. You tried to lean against the wall behind you as best as you could. The pain was intolerable. You didn’t think about pulling the knife out knowing many times that if you did it would make the dying process speed up. You really hope Mac arrived in time. You didn’t feel like dying. 

-

“I’m telling you Mac, beach siding in Hawaii would be the best birthday present ever!” Boxer exclaimed as they got out of the car. Their mission turned out great. They caught their targets and locked them up.

“Bozer for the last time, we are not going to Hawaii.” Mac shook his head.

“You say that now, but I’ll surely convince you.” Bozer smirked.

“Yeah, okay, if you say so.” Max chuckled.

The two approached the house unaware of the mess they would come across. Mac got out his keys to open the door, but only to find out that there wasn’t a door that needed opening. They glanced at each other, not hesitating to go in. The place was trashed and a couple broken pieces of furniture lay scattered all over their floor. “Y/n!”

“Y/n, where are you?”

“Bozer, you check the rooms, I’ll stay in here and look.” He pointed him off. Bozer scurried off in search of finding you. Once he came into the hallway he saw you on the floor and noticed the knife in your lower half.

“Y/n! Oh my god, Mac I found her!” He yelled over his shoulder. He got down beside you and gave your cheek a small slap trying to wake you up. He felt for a pulse, but there was barely one. Mac came running. He spotted the position you were in. 

“Baby, hey wake up, Bozer call an ambulance!” Mac felt for your pulse but it was weak, he knew he had to get you help and fast. Bozer called the team after he called for an ambulance. Once everyone was informed of the situation the ambulance came and put you on a gurney to take you to the hospital.

-

“Hey, we came as soon as we got the call. How is she?” Riley had become your greatest friend when she introduced you to everyone, so for her it was hard enough as it was to hear that you were attacked and injured in the process.

“The doctors haven’t told us anything.” Bozer spoke up.

“What happened?” Jack asked.

“I don’t know, we got home and saw the place trashed, we found Y/n with a knife plunged into her abdomen.” Mack placed hands over his head.

“I’m sure she’ll be fine Mac if anything Y/n’s a fighter.” Jack placed a hand on Mack’s shoulder for comfort.

“Hey, I forgot to mention, but Matty needed you to call her, said it was important.” Riley said.

“Okay, I’ll be right back, tell me if the doctor comes.” With that, he left the cafeteria to call his boss.

“Mac?”

“What did you need, heard it was important?” Mack sighed.

“Yeah it is, listen we found the guys that broke into your house.” 

“Who was it?” There was an edge of anger in his tone. He stood up taller, pressing the phone closer to his ear.

“Know anyone by the name Steve McCarthy, Michael Dan, or Brian Anders?” 

“It definitely sounds familiar.”

“Well, we sent a team to their location, so it won’t be long now till they’re caught.” 

“Thanks, Matty.”

“Yeah, no problem, how’s she doing by the way?”

“The doctors still haven’t told us anything.” He shook his head.

“Well let me know what happens, and I’ll get back to you when we get them.”

“Alright, thank you again, Matty, bye.”

“Bye.”

-

“So what did the boss want?” Jack asked.

“She apparently found the men that hurt her.”

“Really that’s great news!” Riley said in relief.

“Yea.” Mack breathes out a laugh.

“L/n?” We heard a voice call out. All four of us stood up. “Y/n Y/L/N’s family?”

“We’re her family, how is she?”

“We can only speak to siblings or her parents.“ The doctor protested.

“She’s an only child and her parents are out of reach. I‘m her fiancé.” Mack lied. 

“Alright then, she’s stable for now, but we want to keep her overnight for observation.” 

“Can I see her?”

“Right this way.”

“I’ll be back in a bit guys.” He turned to everyone.

“Hey go ahead Mac take your time, we’ll all be here waiting.” Riley offered a tired smile.

The doctor led him down the hallway to where you were being kept in. They walked into your room and there you were, resting. You had an oxygen tube in your nose to help you breathe. Mack sat in the chair next to your bed and reached for your open palm, rubbing small circles over the top of your hand. You seemed to feel the touch because you slowly came to. “Mac?” You whispered, your voice was hoarse.

“Hey, you’re awake.” He kissed your hand.

“You’re here?”

“Of course baby, I'm right here. I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” You gave a weak smile. “What happened?” Your memory seemed a little groggy.

“Let’s not worry about that right now, okay? You need to rest. The doctor said they want you to stay overnight, okay?” You only nodded.

“Stay with me?” You whispered.

“Always.” Mack leaned forward and kissed your head. Whether it be tomorrow or later on, he was never letting you be in harm’s way again.

[veeveethebunee]

INTRODUCTIONS!!

--> ok i will be honest i have no idea what im doing, all my life and this is my first time on tumblr but bare with me..

--> but im a writer (and roleplayer for when i cant write by myself) and has recently hit MAJOR writers block and thought if i read other peoples work AND maybe have some people submit requests and prompts i could kick it away. so this is just to list all the things i write and who im able to write.

1. FANDOMS :

the fandoms im able to write in the most accurately goes as followed :

- supernatural

- stranger things

- marvel cinematic universe

- x-men (mainly the movies, my comic knowledge is sadly limited.

- merlin

2. CHARACTERS :

there is certain characters i can write from each fandom, some more than others.

- SUPERNATURAL : Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Kevin Tran, Crowley, Rowena, Charlie.

- STRANGER THINGS : Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Jim Hopper, Nacy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers.

- MCU : Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Matt Murdock, Clint Barton, Loki, Thor, Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield), Sam Wilson.

- X-MEN : charles xavier (young), erik lehnsherr (young), peter maximoff, alex summers, hank mccoy, raven darkholme, sean cassidy, logan howlett, scott summers, ororo munroe.

- MERLIN : arthur pendragon, morgana, gwen, merlin, gwaine, lancelot.

- OTHERS (other fandoms im in that arent major) : mike schmidt (fnaf movie), clapton davis (detention), sean anderson, angus macgyver (macgyver)

- i DO write more characters and im always into more but i cant list them all-- so im always opened to playing more characters.

3. THINGS I WRITE.

- SHIPS : some ships im into and write are sastiel, merthur, cherik, gwen/morgana, robin/nancy, sam/bucky, steddie. but im always opened to more ships!! practicslly any ship as long as they arent anything like incest, illegal, etc.

-> i will also write self inserts, y/n fics, and even ocs!! i just need the info to do so.

- TOPICS : i write about ANYTHING that you could think of, whether its a certain trope for characters, fluff, angst, even smut and certain things that pertain to that-- just ask!! i will tell if theres something i will not write.

-> and thats about it!! atleast thats everything i can think of!! thank you for reading!!

[boolger]

snippet from a WIP I might post soon ❤️

Title( so far): The many costumes of Halloween

Fandom: Macgyver 2016

Relationship: Angus Macgyver x Jack Dalton

Rating: explicit

Tags: married couple, costume kin k, attempted scare, kinktober, smutish, fluff

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“Seriously?” Jack asked, clearly unimpressed, looking over the reading glasses he liked to pretend weren’t his, since they made him feel old.

The person in front of him, standing just at the edge of the bed with a long knife, stood completely still for a few moments. The iconic white mask was over the black outfit, the hood even pulled up.

There was something simple yet eerie about the Ghostface mask. It was scary in the context of the movie and he wanted it to be scary now, yet nothing really happened.

“No?” Mac asked from behind the mask, “nothing?”

“Nope,” Jack answered, tipping his head to the side, smiling happily at his boyfriend, “though you are kinda cute.”

Mac pulled the mask off, hair fluffy because of the cheap fabric, making it stick everywhere.

“I’m not cute - I have a knife!” Mac pointed out though he didn’t look too upset.

“You can be cute and have a knife,” Jack pointed out, putting his book down, together with the glasses then, smiling at his boyfriend still, “also that isn’t real.”

Mac huffed, throwing the indeed fake knife on the bed. The he crawled up the bed, settling in Jack’s lap with a sigh, dramatically looking down at Jack.

“This whole ‘costume October kinky idea’ isn’t going to work if you don’t play along,” Mac said, with a pout, “also we need to find another name for it. Costume October kinky idea doesn’t quite fit.”

“I think it fits wonderfully,” Jack pointed out, moving to touch Mac’s cheek gently, “maybe you just need to try harder.”

“Really? I bought a costume.”

“Yeah you also jumped out the closet saying ‘rauuwr’, like a little dinosaur.”

Mac blushed, Jack pulled his face down and kissed him, rolling his hips up against Mac’s then, making the blonde moan.

“Let’s see if you can make me scream then, ghostface,” Jack teased, “or if I’ll make you scream instead.

Mac was the one who screamed first, after having been denied his orgasm three times, angrily pulling at Jack's hair but otherwise behaving as the sniper's fingers starved him of another orgasm.

The scream was an angry “c’mon! Fuck!”, after keeping it down most of the time. That was a win in Jack's books.

[refinedbuffoonery]

Fridge Meeting

a MacRiley one-shot

In honor of reaching 100 followers (um, wow. thank you), here’s a surprise one-shot! 

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Mac dreamed about his almost death-by-missile more often than he cared to admit. Some piece of the dream changed every time, rarely repeating itself. 

Once, the missile crashed into Codex’s ranch house, killing everyone. 

Another time, he was in the war room, invisible, watching Matty pull the trigger herself. 

Or, Shiva didn’t work, and he and Riley were blasted to pieces before Matty could save them. 

Or, the missile malfunctioned and didn’t explode, instead slamming Riley and him into the ground hard enough that every bone in their bodies fractured, and he was forced to watch the life slowly drain from Riley’s eyes, their crushed fingers still interlaced. 

Or, when the missile came barreling toward him, instead of simply grabbing her hand, he crushed Riley into his chest, and they watched their death come closer and closer before careening upward at the last possible second. The missile detonated in the distance, and he kissed Riley fiercely as debris rained down, imbuing the kiss with his relief at being alive and his gratitude she was there with him. 

In the worst version, Riley didn’t save him, and he died alone, deemed a traitor. 

Tonight, a combination of Matty having an uncharacteristically itchy trigger finger and watching Riley die in his arms had him bolting upright, gasping for air. He blindly clawed his surroundings in a desperate attempt to find the life that had been ripped away from him too soon--from the world too soon--before realizing where he was. 

Soft gray sheets twisted in a heap at the end of the bed. Moonlight slipped through the gaps in the blinds. The only sound in the house was his own breathing. Mac reminded himself that he lived alone. Riley moved out and now had her own apartment, closer to the Phoenix. 

Mac knew she was fine, sleeping soundly in her own bed, but he couldn’t shake the urge to check in on her. He grabbed his phone off the nightstand and shot her a text. Are you awake? 

To his surprise, her reply was almost immediate. Can’t sleep either, huh? 

Mac found himself sinking into the pillows, tension easing from his body. Bad dream. 

Want to talk about it? 

He typed and retyped his answer a few times. I don’t know. 

The three little dots appeared, then disappeared. Before Mac could wonder what was taking so long, his phone rang. He hit accept, and Riley’s face filled his screen, barely illuminated by the light streaming through her curtains. “Hey,” he breathed. 

Riley seemed to sit up. “Get up. We’re having a fridge meeting.” 

Mac made a face at her, then realized she couldn’t see it. “Fridge meeting?” 

“Yep. Since I’m not there to catch you raiding the fridge in the middle of the night in person, this will have to do.” Her voice softened. “Come on,” she urged. “Kitchen.” Mac smiled at the ridiculousness of it all and obeyed. 

He grabbed a flashlight before sitting on the kitchen floor, slouched against the fridge. He switched the flashlight on, holding it under his chin like he was about to launch into a ghost story. 

Riley laughed. “Hang on.” He heard her rummaging through a drawer. She must’ve knocked something out, because he heard the unmistakable sound of metal clattering on a hardwood floor, accompanied by Riley swearing. A few seconds later, her own flashlight switched on. 

Mac studied the way the light and shadows exaggerated the angles and planes of her face. Her lips still curved in a forced smile, but no amount of strained laughter and bad lighting could hide the hollow look in her eyes. The same look, Mac knew, was mirrored in his own. 

“So why can’t you sleep?” he asked. 

“I just…” Her voice was quiet. So, so quiet. “...can’t anymore.” Mac said nothing, giving her space to sort through what she was willing to confess. She continued, “The only way I can sleep anymore is if I run myself ragged first--work a long mission with no sleep, let Desi beat the shit out of me in the sparring ring, stay up all night at the Phoenix working on some think tank project, stuff like that. Otherwise, it all catches up with you, you know? The fear, the anxiety, the nightmares…” She trailed off. 

“Yeah, I understand.” He cursed himself for not picking up Riley’s situation sooner. Like him, she was a workaholic, but she’d thrown herself into work even more than normal lately. And, since he only lived with her while the end of the world loomed over their heads, he never stopped to consider that maybe being awake at all hours of the night wasn’t normal for her. Mac felt stupid for not realizing. She always knew where his head was at, after all. 

The only thing he could do right now was offer up a piece of himself. A truth for a truth. 

He began, “Every night, I dream of some past mission going horribly wrong. Sometimes it’s something I can control, sometimes it’s something I can’t. I don’t sleep afterward. Instead, I spend the rest of the night trying to fix what went wrong, whether it’s rebuilding something that didn’t work, or researching something I didn’t know, or going for a run because I just wasn’t fast enough to save…” You, he almost said. Wasn’t fast enough to save you. “...us,” he finished. 

Riley was silent for a few seconds before she said, “I love this job, but I’m starting to realize that the price we pay for saving the world is our own destruction.” 

Mac thought about all the people he’d lost to the job--his parents, his aunt, Jack (sort of), Phoenix agents, Army buddies, innocent lives he couldn’t save. Those losses, and the truth about some of those losses, threatened to smother him on a daily basis. 

Maybe he was only able to cheat Death so often because Death had already taken so much from him. And would continue to take from him. 

All he could say to Riley was a murmured, “Yeah.” 

Heavy silence fell between them. 

“You can come over if you don’t want to be alone,” Riley finally said. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yeah. We can get doughnuts from the twenty four hour place down the street.” 

Mac snorted. “I’ll be there in twenty.”

[iamburdened]

You know what y’all who feel bad for reading fanfiction should do? Write down how many fics your read in a day and how many words each fic has.

I was feeling bad for not reading as many books as I would like, but today I realized that I read more than 30k words per day in fanfics. ITS HUGE, GUYS!

It’s not bad or invalid just because it’s fanfic. You are reading and entertaining yourself while you learn new things. It’s amazing!

[justkurotingz]

dancing in the rain (macriley)

“you know what i wanna see? i wanna see riley yell at mac. i wanna see her get mad at him and tell him how much him shutting her out hurt and how much just seeing him with desi despite not truly being invested in the relationship messed her up and i wanna see her slip up that she has feelings for him and i want her to scream in his face and then i want him to grab her and kiss her. that’s all i want.” @sunflowermotel​ <3 warning: 4x13 spoilers

macriley gc taglist: @zahra-0110​ @shutupshanti​ @multi-fandomshipper101​ @canary-warrior​ @moodypetrichorlove​ @downunderbambii​ @kayl943011​

word count: 1.1K words

“riles, you haven’t said a word this entire time. you ok?” mac glanced up to face his best friend. riley simply shook her head and shrugged in the way she always did when she was hiding something. “i’m fine.” mac opened his mouth to respond, but desi cut in. she was leaning against mac’s body next to him on the plane.

“what would have happened if gwen hadn’t interfered?” she asked and mac sighed. “you know what would have happened desi.” she sat up straight, looking at mac, her face hurt.

“you were really going to die and leave me alone?” “what?” mac expected her to start an argument about something, but he hadn’t expected her to latch onto this so hard. “not everything’s about you desi.” he muttered, still in disbelief she had a problem with that.

“i trusted you mac. when things got tough you push me away! and like a fool i keep coming back to you. you would have died!” “yeah, to save millions of people!” mac snapped, shoving the paperclip in his hands in his pocket, his icy eyes locking onto her trembling ones.

desi’s face froze and she shook her head. “you don’t have to play the hero every time. we’re over mac. you’ve broken my trust time and time again.” “this really isn’t the place for this.” russ intervened and desi stormed off, leaving mac frustrated and riley speechless.

“i’m not talking about it.” mac answered russ’s unspoken question and pulled the paperclip back out and russ held his hands up, leaning back against the plane and riley got up, moving a seat back and plugging in her earbuds for the remainder of the flight.

“nice work.” matty greeted them when they touched down and bozer hugged mac tightly. “man, you did great today.” “thanks boze.” mac smiled and russ cleared his throat. “well, codex is in hiding, which means we have the day off tomorrow. relax, de-stress, do what you gotta do. goodnight!” he turned, waving his hand in the air as he walked to his car.

mac chuckled and turned back to the group. matty had disappeared and desi was walking away, but mac made no effort to stop her. “well, i’ll be going too.” riley gave them both a weak smile and mac frowned. “riles, i gave you a ride here, come on, i’ll drop you off.”

riley paused, but realized mac was right, her car was still back home. “see you later bozer.” “bye.” he smiled and headed to his own car. riley climbed in the passenger seat, setting her bag below her feet.

“so, you want to talk about what’s eating you?” mac asked after a few moments of silence. “you want to talk about desi dumping you?” her tone wasn’t hostile, it was... empty. “touche.” he drove in silence and riley turned up the radio.

“you know what?” she switched off the radio barely twenty seconds after turning it on. “yeah, yeah i do want to talk mac. i have a lot to talk to you about.” her tone increased rapidly, and mac frowned at her. “i’m all ears riles.” she exhaled sharply, like she was steadying herself for a huge argument.

“you shut me out. you’ve been shutting me out for so long. it’s all ‘desi this’ and ‘desi that’and that hurts me mac! i might not show it openly, but i’ve gone home every night crying because of how you’ve been treating me. it’s unfair to me and i don’t deserve that crap.”

thunder boomed as fat droplets of rain landed on the windshield and mac silently turned on the wipers, not meeting riley’s eyes. “you’re still shutting me out right now! you say you want to talk, but you don’t. you don’t want to talk to me, you only want to talk to desi!” 

mac pulled into riley’s driveway and she snatched her bag, getting out as the rain started falling heavier. “see you later.” she slammed and the door and mac sighed, getting out, leaving the door open as he stood slightly in front of it, watching riley’s body walk away from him.

“riles wait!” he called and she paused, turning back. “i’m sorry ok?” he raised his hands in the air, running them through his now-damp hair. “i’m so sorry for hurting you. i never realized i was making desi a priority.” “well she’s your girlfriend!” riley snapped back and mac groaned.

“not anymore riles! i promise i won’t shut you out anymore. you should have told me before!” he stepped towards her and she stepped back, tears now streaming down her face. “mac you don’t get it!” she yelled, exasperated. “i don’t need to be your priority. it just breaks me to see you so obsessed with desi! you know she doesn’t treat you right, but you just don’t see it! you never see anything mac, damn it!” she was crying now, her hair plastered onto her cheeks from the onslaught of rain.

“riles i’m-” “just stop talking mac. you still don’t understand. it hurts me to see you and desi together, it completely messed me up. you hurt me so much. you stomped all over my heart and never even bothered to care.” she wrapped her arms around herself and mac shut the door, walking over to her.

“riles i can fix it, i didn’t mean for you to get hurt.” “you never mean for anything to happen!” they were standing so close, barely an inch apart. he could see the pain in her eyes, the tears streaming past her parted lips. “damn it mac i’m in love with you!” she yelled, sobbing, and mac closed the gap.

he grabbed her waist, crashing his lips onto hers. she wrapped her arms around his neck, opening her mouth and he pulled her closer, conveying all his emotions in that one kiss. 

when she finally pulled back, breathing hard, mac grinned. “i love you too riles. i’m such an idiot, i never meant to hurt you this much, i didn’t know how to tell you and then desi-” “let’s not talk about her.” riley’s lips were back on his and he smiled into the kiss, pressing a kiss onto her forehead.

the rain had drenched them by this time, and riley shivered, her wet clothes cold against her skin. but neither of them made any attempt to get out of the rain. “did you mean it?” riley asked, biting her lip nervously.

“did you?” mac joked and she laughed as mac spun her around, making her shout. they must have spent hours outside, cold and wet, dancing and screaming in the rain, but the sparkle in riley’s eyes kept mac warm throughout the freezing night. he’d never hurt her again for as long as he lived. 

[mishaandthebrits]

December 4

Pairing: MacGyver x Reader

Smiling widely Mac looked around and watched the snow fall on the patio of his house in Los Angeles. It was only 7 am, but he had planned a surprise just for you. A few weeks back you had told him that you had never seen snow and Mac was determined to change that, so he put thought and time into it and made sure you weren’t awake yet when he set everything up. 

“Mac? Why are you awake on your day off?”, you mumbled from the door and rubbed your eyes tiredly. 

“Y/N! I wanted to wake you... I have a surprise for you.”, he smiled pointing at the falling snow. Slowly you looked around and opened your eyes wider before finally seeing the snow. A silent gasp left your mouth and Mac grinned.

“Is that …?”, you mumbled with wide eyes still not looking at him but rather at the snow falling onto the wooden floor around you. 

“Yes, actual snow. When you said you hadn’t seen it I wanted to change that.”, he explained walking up to you and wrapping his arms around you from behind. 

“That’s amazing Mac! Look how it’s glistening and glittering, its really beautiful.”, you whispered leaning against his chest softly. 

“Well your reaction was worth all the trouble and effort. You’re like a child on Christmas morning right now.”, the man behind you chuckled making you shrug. 

“Yup, guilty as charged and I’m not even mad, I love that I am like that.”, you spoke and Mac smiled happily. 

“I love you just like that as well.”, he mumbled before gently kissing your cheek and then just watching the snow fall with you in his arms. 

All Taglist: 

@lokilvrr @luciferstempest

[frozenmemories1987]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: MacGyver (TV 2016) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jack Dalton/Angus MacGyver (MacGyver TV 2016) Characters: Angus MacGyver (MacGyver TV 2016), Jack Dalton (MacGyver TV 2016) Additional Tags: Fluff, Smut, fix-it?, Episode: s03e14 Father + Bride + Betrayal Summary:

The night before Jack leaves.

[ash5monster01]

Ground Rules

Pairing: Angus Macgyver x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, minor angst, just two first time parents trying to figure it out

Summary: Much to your dismay your shared child seems to take after Mac and his curious ways. You had heard the stories about his unique childhood and if you didn’t get it under control soon, your daughter was bound to follow right in his foot steps.

word count: 1.5k

Masterlist

When you had first started dating Mac there had never really been any rules. It wasn’t until you moved in together you finally had to put some in place. You had tripped over one to many contraptions and been a little too close to some minor explosions that had you deciding on no experiments in the house. After a minor fight he finally agreed and Mac followed that rule to the best of his abilities and you appreciated him for it.

What you had never expected was having a kid just like him. You don’t know why it never crossed your mind that it was possible for your child to have Mac’s intelligence. To be honest you wished you would’ve and you could’ve prepared yourself for all that was to come with a curious mind desperate to learn. You had heard all those stories about Mac when he was a kid, blowing up football fields and smoking out labs, but none of it ever really felt real until now. They finally felt real because your daughter had now taken it upon herself to do science experiments anywhere she can.

You had left for only ten minutes. That was it. Ten peaceful minutes to go out and do some minor yard work. She was reading a Nancy Drew book on the couch when you left but when you had returned, the eight year old girl had covered the kitchen in what looked like some sort of green foam. It takes your mind only a second to go haywire, panic setting in, fear of chemicals, and misdirected anger at your husband.

“Jackie! What is going on?” you rush towards her, making quick work of pulling her away from the mess.

“Elephant toothpaste, I saw it on TV and Dad told me how to make it” you were sure smoke was steaming out of your ears by now. As proud as you were for how smart your daughter was, these actions could become hazardous.

“Honey, I need you to tell me what exactly is in elephant toothpaste?” you ask as calmly as you can, keeping your voice even as if to not scare her off.

“Hydrogen peroxide, yeast, dish soap, water, and food coloring for some fun!” she claps excitedly, eyeing that very mixture on the kitchen counter. Now calming over the harmless ingredients you look at where she has some foam now stuck in her curly blonde hair.

“All that made a huge mess in my kitchen?” you ask, reaching for a dish towel and wiping away as much as you can in her hair.

“Well I tripled the recipe for a bigger explosion” she says as if the sentence alone doesn’t make your heart stutter. Letting out a deep sigh you stand back up and start to guide her to the bathroom.

“You definitely are you father’s daughter” you mutter, hands squeezing her shoulders.

“You should’ve seen it Mom, it was huge!” she cheers excitedly as you start down the hallway.

“Let’s get you in the bath” you tell her and she just smiles wide, clearly content with what she had just accomplished and you now had to clean up.

Once filling the tub with warm water you help your daughter step out of her elephant toothpaste splattered dress and into the bath. Offering her a bath bomb she keeps her curious mind occupied as you step out and figure out how to prepare yourself for the cleaning you had ahead of you.

“What happened here?” you find your blonde husband with an amused smile on his face, eyes scanning the green foam.

“Someone decided to make elephant toothpaste, have any idea where she got that from?” you ask crossing your arms and Mac looks up to find you are not as amused as him in this situation.

“Shit baby I’m so sorry. I didn’t think she’d actually attempt it, much less inside the house” he says walking over to you and you sigh, trying your best to not place all the blame on him.

“It’s fine, I just have to figure out how to clean it now” you say, hands reaching up to push the hair out of your face. It had already been a long day and the last thing you needed was this.

“It’s okay, I got it. I’ve done elephant toothpaste a time or two” he says, hands reaching to squeeze each of your arms, and you offer a weak smile.

“She’s gonna be trouble, just like you” you say with an accusing finger and Mac smiles before pulling you close and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Maybe, but at least I know how to handle it. When I was blowing things up I never had anyone who understood me” Mac says and you give him a panicked look.

“I didn’t say anything about blowing things up” you tell him, head beginning to shake and Mac quickly stops you.

“I know but I happened to remove an entire football field once in my life. Maybe I can keep hers contained to a small park or something” he teases but you give him a stern look that says you’re not ready to joke about this just quite yet.

“How about no explosions and no more experiments in our home?” you say and Mac clearly mulls it over. You know he wants to cater to his daughter’s curious mind, provide her with every opportunity he could to learn, but could that be done at the expense of your kitchen?

“One explosion and experiments in the yard?” he counter offers and you sigh.

“No explosions and experiments small enough to not alert neighbors in the yard” you finalize and he nods with a grin.

“I can accept that” he says before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “Now where’s our little scientist, I want to applaud her”

“She’s taking a bath, you can say hi after you clean up this mess” you tell him, hands pressing against his chest and in the direction of the green foam.

“And what about you?” he asks, a small pout to his lips and you slowly press a kiss to them. The pout gone in seconds.

“I’m going to help her out of the bath and then we’re going to set some rules” you tell him and he nods, saluting you as you walk back to the bathroom to find Jackie hadn’t even washed her hair yet.

It’s only an hour later you finally have the small girl in fresh pajamas, damp hair combed, and sat between you and Mac on the couch. The Nancy Drew book from before is open on her lap and you finally give Mac a look to tell him it’s time to set some rules and create boundaries for her.

“Jackie honey?” you coo, fingers reaching to push away the book for a moment.

“Yeah Mom?” she says, half distracted and trying to chase the page as it moves away from her.

“We wanted to talk to you about your little experiment today” you tell her and Mac nodded, blue eyes finding his daughter’s matching ones.

“Yeah honey, just a quick chat” and at her father’s words she finally closes the book on her lap.

“We love that you enjoy learning new things. It’s amazing the things you already understand, but we need to set some rules” you tell her and a sad look flashes across her features in seconds.

“You made a big mess today, one that worried your Mom. So there can’t be anymore experiments in the house” Mac says and the girls is instantly defeated, a gasp leaving her mouth.

“But Dad, it was just elephant toothpaste. It wasn’t dangerous!” she whines and Mac shakes his head, staying firm and on your side.

“Yeah but your Mom didn’t know that. So there is going to be no more experiments in this house unless approved and supervised by one of us” he tells her and her lip instantly quivers as her arms cross over her chest.

“But you and Dad can do as many experiments in the yard as you want and he’s also agreed to bring you to his lab at work once a week to learn something new” you comfort the sad girl, arm wrapping around her.

“You promise?” she asks, hopeful eyes looking up at her Dad.

“Of course honey, pinky promise. We want you to grow and learn but science can be dangerous and it’s important we treat every experiment as that” he tells her and she nods even though you know she’s not entirely on board yet.

“Does that mean I have to tell you about the habitat I’m growing in my closet?” she whispers and you flash a worried look to Mac who is trying his best not to laugh.

“Well, why don’t we go find out” he says, standing and lifting the girl to dangle over his shoulder. The giggles and squeals she lets out are a stark contrast to the somber mood she was just in and you can’t help but smile as you watch them disappear down the hallway.

“Is that a toad?!” you hear Mac’s voice bellow down the hallway and you are quick to stand to your feet and rush down the hallway.

“Oh hell no”

Taglist: @mayfieldss

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[vinnieswife]

Hello!!! I don’t know if you still write for angus Macgyver but I was wondering if you would write a cute one shot with Mac x reader with a lot of fluff :) (maybe something with smut if you want?) no pressure ofc do whatever you’re comfortable with ;)

Have a great day/night love, thx <3

work day morning

Angus Macgyver x reader

words: 515

warnings: bad lenguage

author’s note: AAAAAA i love Mac with all my soul so here we go

As the sun rose in the sky, all possible traces of darkness were erased by its dazzling rays. Rays of light gradually penetrated the room through the curtains, illuminating it. The warmth provided a suitable environment for a person to immerse himself in wonderland. An unconscious smile formed on the face of one of the sleeping corpses until the sun alarmed it and fell directly on his face. You wrinkle your nose when you feel uncomfortable with a sudden high temperature. Tightly closed eyes struggled with every attempt to clear your vision, but to no avail. You stretch your arms out, knowing it's too late to enjoy a dream again.

Rubbing both eyes, you jump up and sit up straight, leaning against the headrest. You look out the window and see that the sky is tinged bright red with the blazing sun reminding you of the reality in which you live. You feel at ease as your gaze falls on the man lying next to you. You gaze at him fondly for a few moments before running your fingers through his blonde hair. You admire his flawless features enhanced by the angelic aura surrounding him. You smile at his soft snort, and he is gentle enough to sacrifice it. As he feels your hand on him, he half opens his eyes and looks up at you. "Are you awake?" he murmurs in a sleepy voice. You laugh at his question and crawl into the blankets and sleep beside him. And wrapping your arms around him, you replied, "Yes”

He smiles to congratulate you and yawns, puts his arm around your shoulder and wraps you leg around his waist and hugs you trying to cuddle you. As you mentally laugh at his childish actions, you push him away and make him groan. "It is already dawn, Angus Macgyver, come on up” I mentioned. He groaned, frowning angrily, "I'm not Angus to you." "Then what are you?""Love, baby,darling whatever" "Oh, really, but my love, you need to wake up, don't you?" “No," he replied, "your love wants to hold you. Please. " He pleaded with all his kindness.

Unable to refuse, you give in and hug him, making him laugh as well hug you and snuggle into your neck. You caressed his cheek and saw the glow of his face and the peace in your arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck and whispered, "Do you realize that I love you so much that I'm afraid of losing you one day?” You touch his cheek and he whispers, "Don't worry. I won't leave you so easily. In fact, I will be with you to hold you, love you and even hug you. because I love you."

You nod slightly in agreement with his words. Suddenly, .Mac stand up, almost startling you. He also stayed concerned about surprising you.

You act as you look at him and say, "Get out of bed. We're late for the morning interviews, and you need to send the reports to Matty”

"That’s right. Fuck, I'd already forgotten about that” He realized.

[allofmytoxicity]

Hello! How are you? I would like to make a request for Macgyver, I read your recent fic and fell in love, I would like to ask for something where Mac is returning from a mission and when he arrives at his house he finds the reader trying to fix something that is broken, maybe Mac has already taught her how to fix it before, but she can't and in fact only makes everything worse? So Mac fixes it for her?

D.I.Don't

a/n: Oh my gosh, thank you so much!!! Firstly, I love this idea, second, this is something I could imagine happening with myself just on my own, oh and third, I couldn't think of something simple to be fixed, so I have just put it as sticking up a picture. I'm in a bit of a writing slump at the moment because, (spoiler alert) I'm writing my first fic collection and I cannot, for the life in me, think of some ideas of how to continue the ideas for the fic.

angus 'mac' macgyver x fem!fiancée!reader

Summary: When a simple DIY task gets hard, your wonderful fiancé helps you out.

Word Count: 1.4k

TW: Being bad a DIY (I'm shite at it) and fluff.

You knew you shouldn't have done this; trying to put up the framed photo of you and Mac after he proposed to you in Greece earlier this year.

It had seemed like a simple job to begin with, and Mac had even said it was; Get the picture, a hammer and some nails.

Simple right?

That is, until, as you're collecting all of these things, you turn too fast when the doorbell rings and the hammer flies out your hand, making a hole in the wall.

So now there were 2 jobs. Put up the picture and fix the wall.

You definitely shouldn't've tried to put up that picture now.

Throughout your relationship, DIY had always been Mac's thing, and you couldn't deny that. If something broke, Mac would fix it.

Now, of course, he'd taught you a few things, like how to change light switch covers and unclog drains, especially for when Mac wasn't home and something like a drain needed unclogged - but you didn't exactly think you'd need his lesson on how to fix drywall.

So, to google you go. You know that you probably shouldn't have tried to fix it, but you were too far into it now that you just wanted to get it done. And that was how you ended up rushing it, messing up the paste to fill in the drywall cracks because you just needed to fix it before Mac got home, all to prove that you could do it.

And that was what Mac came home to find. Except it also had you sitting on the floor, staring at the abomination of a wall in front of you in tears at the fact you had tried and still failed after following every meticulous step.

Seeing his fiancée in tears worried Mac for a couple of moments before he finally spotted your splotchy attempt at fixing the drywall, the cracks looking like they'd started small but had only grown with the repair attempts - which they had, much to your frustration.

He sighed in relief while placing his bags down, glad you weren't hurt or anything, just upset at the fact you couldn't do DIY.

As he walked over to your spot on the floor, you turned around, tears brimming your eyes and trying not to break down there and then as you tried to explain yourself to Mac.

"I-I'm really sorry Mac. I tried putting up the Greece picture as a surprise for when you got home and-" You tried, interjecting into the silence first before Mac said anything to try and calm you down, but he cut you off mid sentence.

"It's fine." Mac calmly said, crouching down as he did so then he could hug you.

His soft tone surprised you and silenced your rambles at the same time. You had thought that when you'd broken the drywall that Mac would just sigh and get on with it when he got home if you didn't fix it.

So Mac sitting on the floor with you and letting you cry about how your trials and tribulations just to stick up a picture caught you off guard.

Yes, Mac was a good boyfriend and he wouldn't hurt you or anything because you'd done a small thing wrong, but he would just stay silent and just get on with it, not talking about it until he was close to a breakdown.

And to be fair, both of you did that. The only time you would kind of openly cry in front of each was either when you were on your period or you were both sat watching a sad movie.

After a few minutes, your tears died down and Mac released you slightly as he helped you wipe your eyes.

"Okay, so... What happened?" He asked as you looked down at the hardwood floors you two were sitting on.

"I tried sticking up the picture of us in Greece - the post engagement one - and, and then the doorbell rang and I had the hammer in my hand and..." You trail off, feeling yourself start to get worked up a bit and you looked up at Mac.

By the look on his face, it looked like he'd figured out the rest. You'd been a bit of a klutz your whole relationship, so given the context of why you were trying to do DIY in the first place, Mac worked out the rest.

"Alright, y'know what we're going to do?" Mac said, moving to stand up from his current sitting position on the floor and outstretching his hand to help you get up as well.

"What?" You ask, taking Mac's hand and getting up, a quick thud-thud as you gained your footing again on the hardwood flooring.

"We, are going to fix this wall. Well, I am - but you're going to sit and watch, and we're going to set up your phone to record it, so we don't have a situation like this again, alright?" Mac says, walking away, and with your hand still in his, you dragged along with him.

When he finally stops, you've both reached the inside door to the garage and Mac quickly drops your hand as he goes in, quickly propping open the door as he grabs some random items including a few scraps of drywall, a bucket of something and a paintbrush.

When Mac walks out of the garage, you take the scraps of drywall from him as well as the paintbrush as he closes the garage door while you walk back towards your shit attempt at DIY.

Once you get back to the hole in the wall, Mac places the bucket down before moving a chair and pinching your phone out of your pocket, setting it down on the chair and hitting record.

"Okay, now we're going to get on with fixing this wall." Mac says and you both plonk yourselves down onto the hardwood floors.

Over the next half hour (as your phone recorded you both) you and Mac sat and fixed the wall, from sanding out the old repair that you had tried to do, to adding the old piece of drywall, to finally using the paste to make sure the scrap piece would stay where it was.

As Mac helped you flatten and smooth the last bit of paste into place, you turned and smiled at him, happy you'd finally fixed the wall after such a disastrous attempt earlier.

"How long do we have to wait now until the paste dries so we can paint it?" You question Mac, your artistic nerves twitching at the thought of painting something.

"At least twenty-four hours. The paint is only out because I need to do a couple of touch-ups around where I fixed the last hole in the wall." Mac replies, his eyebrows raised as you nod in understanding.

Getting up from where you were sat, you go and switch the recording off and check your notifications before feeling two strong arms wrap around you.

Smiling, you turn around to see Mac with a soft smile on his face, the paint brush and can abandoned on the floor close to you both.

"So, you feeling better now that the wall's fixed?" Mac asks while you stick your phone in the back pocket of the jeans you had on.

"Just a tad, yeah." You say, a smirk beginning to form on your face. "I would feel better if I had a loving boyfriend who would kiss me and dine and wine me tonight though."

Laughing, Mac kisses you before replying, "Alright. I'll take you out, but that means, we both need to shower and get ready, and that means you'll take forever picking an outfit, meaning we need to start getting ready now."

Just before letting you go, Mac kisses you once more after his reply as you both start to wander towards your bedroom to get ready, with you laughing into the kiss at the accuracy of the comment.

Breaking apart and walking beside each other before you split ways to get ready, you say one last thing to Mac before getting in the shower.

"Thank you for the help, I love you." You say, wandering over and placing a kiss on Mac's cheek before starting to wander away.

Grabbing your wrist and dragging you back, Mac places a quick kiss to your parting and lets you go, giving a final reply. "I love you too y/n/n, it was no problem."

a/n: I started writing this, in like, early november and I'm surprised this is out before new years.

Read this to find out who else I write for, and requests are open!

[make-me-imagine]

Prompt: "We're supposed to be working” 

Requested by: Anonymous

Note: This turned into a drabble, I hope you don’t mind :/

Pairing: Angus Macgyver x reader

Gender: Any/Neutral     Triggers: None

You stared out of the window watching the people slowly pass by. The street vendors trying their best to sell anything they could while most people smiled politely before walking away. 

Feeling arms slowly wrap around your waist, you smirked to yourself. Mac leaned in and looked out of the window over your shoulder “See anything interesting?”

“Well, I saw a girl catch her boyfriend cheating, one guy accidentally backed into someones car and then sped off, an elderly couple dancing in the street to the musician, and a guy running after a dog who was chasing a cat.”

Mac huffed out of his nose in amusement “So not much then?” he moved his body so he was leaning against the wall and facing you.

You leaned back in your chair and stretched your arms up “Why did Thornton send us here so early? The drop isn’t suppose to take place for another three hours” you leaned your head back and stared up at the ceiling.

“No idea”

Another ten minutes had passed as you continued to stare out the window. Mac was fiddling with a paperclip next to you before he threw it on the desk and began eyeing you. Smiling to himself he reached out and moved a stray hair from your face, admiring you. Leaning forward he pressed a kiss to your cheek before moving his face down and kissing your neck, and then your shoulder. 

As his hands moved to your waist you smiled and muttered quietly “What are you doing?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” he asked before pushing your sleeve down and kissing your shoulder again “I’m finding a way to pass the time”

“We’re technically on the job Mac, we’re suppose to be working”

“Technically we’re suppose to be on the job in two and a half hours” he moved to your neck again as he pulled you closer to him.

You rolled your eyes “And if the mark does come early and we miss him?”

Mac looked up into your eyes “Then it will be my fault”

“Damn right it will”

He chuckled before leaning in and kissing you. You gave in and kissed him back which made Mac smile into the kiss triumphantly. Pulling away you leaned your forehead against his and smiled at him. He reached up and stroked your face “You’re my weakness you know that?” his voice came out low.

“Is that a good or bad thing?” you replied with a voice matching his.

“I don’t know, both probably. But I don’t care” 

You smiled at him before kissing him “Well, you’re my weakness too”

“I know. If I wasn’t you’d still be ignoring me and staring out the window”

You shook your head in amusement “Don’t get so full of yourself Mac, I might have to knock you down a size or two”

“Promises promises” he replied before pulling you into another kiss.

[gatefleet]

Summer Vacation

MacGyver (Reboot): Angus 'Mac' MacGyver Word Count: 344 (T)W: Planning stress Request: Yes, Anon; "How about a Mac x Reader where they try to plan a summer vacation.. fluff is good.." A/N: Sutoritaimu archive

Let’s face it, trying to plan a summer vacation with someone whose work schedule was so unpredictable it hurt, was not going to be easy.  You guys had tried everything to book a summer vacation, from asking if Mac could extend his stay in a country to trying to book time off.  With the phoenix foundation though, no holiday was ever guaranteed.  You guys had even looked at staying in the country, just vacationing in another state, again those plans fell through.  Even planning a summer stay-cation was a nightmare.

Eventually, you guys managed to get some much-deserved time off.  Mostly because Mac was in recovery from something that happened on a case (though he wouldn’t go into too much detail).  To say you were ecstatic about the time off would have been an understatement, you immediately began plans for you and Mac to take a vacation somewhere within driving distance as you highly doubted Mac would be able to get on a plane.  Now your only problem was, getting Mac to help pick the destination… it was not as easy as you had hoped it would be, every time you asked him he would respond with “Anywhere with you is a vacation babe.” Or “You decide, I’m happy with where ever you pick.” 

Sure the sentiments were sweet, but what you really wanted was some damn cooperation from the man.  After all it was supposed to be a vacation you both would enjoy, and you were both meant to be partners in crime and choose together, this appeared to be a statement which was lost on Mac who was laying on the sofa arm over his eyes, muttering equations and chemicals to himself.  Eventually you gave up and gently joined him on the sofa.  Once Mac felt the dip in the sofa from your weight he removed his arm from over his eyes and smiled at you softly, moving his arms to wrap around your torso as he pulled you onto his chest, with your head resting in the crook of his neck.

(GIF Credit: @tyes-girl)