#Angus MacGyver x reader

[ash5monster01]

Hiii, it's my first time making a request for a MacGyver x fem reader ff. I hope you'll see it. Well, the plot is about the reader, and she's a new agent and also a newbie to Mac's team, who had a huge crush on Mac since the day she saw him. She's afraid to confess, esp whenever she saw him around Riley/ Desi that makes her jealous and got aloof from the team. You can create the ending on your way, hehe, thank you!!!!!

Left Out

Pairing: Angus Macgyver x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, confrontation, minor language, misunderstanding, super cheesy, reader has nickname

Summary: New to the Phoenix team you can’t help but feel left out when it comes to their close relationships. It doesn’t help with your newfound attraction to Mac. Luckily he notices you more than you think.

word count: 1.3k

Masterlist

You had been over the moon when you had got the call to join the Phoenix. It had been your dream to be apart of such an undercover special ops team. You’re unusual skill set going to waste at your awful CIA desk job. It was the happiest you had ever been to pack up and leave a job. Things only got better when you were introduced to the team. Not only were they one of the most interesting groups you had ever seen, but one of them had caught your eye. You were against work crushes, truly you felt it did no good, but Angus Macgyver was one of the most attractive men you had ever met.

Yet naturally he was closer to the other females on the team. It shouldn’t have discouraged you, this was a job, but it was truly hard to see how intimate he was with Desi or even Riley on most days. A part of you craved that from him and a whole other part of you craved that kind of affection at all. You hadn’t seen a team so close before and now you felt like an intruder. An outcast in the one place you truly hoped to belong. So you distanced yourself, treated it as only work, before you got hurt or worse fired for being unprofessional.

Mac had noticed how you pulled back, unlike anyone else. They continued to go about their days in stride but Mac could see it. How your eyes didn’t fully light up anymore when you entered the room. He had wanted to get to know you, was desperate to know you. You were one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen, something pulling in his chest that he hadn’t felt since, well Nikki. Maybe he shouldn’t have trusted his instincts on this but you were different. You were like him. He had never had someone he could so easily bounce ideas off of or speak his language in the field.

“Hey Ace, can we talk?” Mac uses your field name, stopping you on your way out of the War room. Everyone sending you suspicious eyes as they filter out themselves. Even Matty steps out the frosted doors leaving you alone with the handsome blonde boy.

“What’s up Mac?” you try to act nonchalant, not like a nervous school girl. This was what you had wanted right, attention directed your way?

“I just wanted to ask how things have been going, do you feel comfortable here?” it’s unnatural the way it comes out of his mouth, something Matty herself should’ve been asking you. Yet he sits in one of the chairs anyway, hand digging into the bowl of paperclips as he frees one to fiddle with.

“It’s been fine, it’s just work” you tell him, sitting along the arm of the chair that opposes his. Mac notices how you’re not even comfortable enough to sit comfortably across from him.

“You and I both know this team isn’t just work, it’s a family” and you stiffen at his words. You did know that, and you had felt thrust upon them when they didn’t need another member.

“I don’t know what you want from me Mac. I’m doing my job, we work well together” you counter and he squeezes his eyes shut, wishing you could see it meant so much more to him how well you did work together. He had once thought himself to be the smartest in the room, that is until he met you. You could get them out of any situation you’ve ever been in, more than he ever could.

“I don’t want to just work with you Ace” he says after opening his eyes, baby blues looking desperately into your own. His genuine words making your freeze, heart thrumming in your chest.

“I don’t get what you mean?” you say with the shake of your head, trying hard to not be hopeful or nervous. You fit in well here work wise, you had completed more missions successfully then you ever had in your life. If your distance from the team or discouragement towards their bond were to screw you in the end you were sure you’d never recover.

“I like you Ace. Not only are you attractive and kind but you’re wicked smart. Like smarter than me. I’ve never met anyone who could give me a run for my money and it kills me that you don’t want to get closer to me” he says desperately, eyes ablaze and chest rising and falling with his confession. Your throat dries, not ever expecting your attraction to be returned.

“I don’t get close because you guys have a good thing going here. It feels forced trying to thrust myself into the dynamic you have with everyone. They’re your best friends and I’m just some girl who you got stuck with” you finally admit and the realization hits Mac all at once. The reasoning for your distance and why you denied everything they invited you too.

“You’re not just some girl we got stuck with. Everytime we hang out Bozer goes on and on about how you’re way cooler than me, that they should just trade us out. Riley hints at me twice a week to ask you on a date, she thinks I’m a fool that I haven’t yet. Desi and Matty praise everything you do, how proud they are and how good our team has become. All we want is for you to start coming around” he’s standing now, words coming out quicker as he defends himself and his friends. Wanting you to understand how true all of this was.

“I-I hadn’t realized. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to drift away” your lip quivers, realizing your own self destruction had pulled you away from a good thing you had going. You wanted to curse yourself and everyone else for not making you realize sooner.

“It’s okay Ace, we just want you” he says as he steps closer, but his words and the look in his eyes convey how much he wants you. If Mac had it his way he wouldn’t share you with anyone else.

“What if I screwed it all up?” you ask and he gives a pressed smile, hand holding out for you to grab. You reluctantly place your hand in his own, allowing him to lift you to your feet and face him.

“If you had screwed it up I wouldn’t be standing here asking you to go on a date with me” he says, voice a low hum due to your close proximity. Your heart races in your chest, face turning red and hand sweaty in his own.

“I thought you liked Desi, or maybe even Riley?” you say, eyes wide as you wait for an answer that could crush you. Mac chuckles, shaking his head lightly.

“No, they’re just my friends. Some of my best friends” he tells you and the ease washes over you like a wave. The hope returning to your heart.

“I’d love to go out with you Mac. I’ve been wanting to since I first got here” and your admission to reciprocated feelings illicit’s a tight hug from his end. His strong arms wrapped tightly around you and shocking you to your core.

“Would it be too much to ask if you’d come over tonight? Everyone will be there and we’d love to have you” he asks, pulling away just enough to look into your eyes but not let you go.

“Yeah, I would like that a lot” you say and his grin turns into a swift kiss to your cheek. Arms squeezing you into his form.

“I’ll text you the details, I can’t wait to see you tonight” he says as he finally lets you go, his grin wider then you had ever seen it. Slowly he loosens his hand from your own, and you feel the metal in your palm.

“I’ll be there” You tell him as he leaves just before glancing at the paperclip bent into a flower in your hands.

[mayfieldss]

Explanations - Angus Macgyver

Content Warnings: Angus Macgyver x Fem!Civilian!Reader, mentions of suicide (pet related, i don't really know how to explain this), brief mention of cancer.

Synopsis: Mac vanishes for months on a mission, and when he gets back he's got some explaining to do.

He'd been gone for months. You hadn't heard from him since early January, where the last conversation had been new years resolutions, and bullshit promises. Bullshit because despite the way he'd held your hand when he made them, Mac hadn't followed through. He'd just fallen off the face of the earth, leaving you to wonder if all the time you'd spent on him meant anything at all.

So when he walked through the door in late April, it seemed like some sort of prank.

"What the fuck?" It was the first thing you could say after the seven minutes of silence that had graced the room upon his arrival. Closely followed by, "get the fuck out."

Mac knew it was coming. He's a smart man, and there was no way in hell he thought you'd let him come back without a fight. In truth so much had gone down at the Phoenix—at his top secret government job—that he didn't know where to begin in the grand scheme of explaining things. Because he couldn't explain without putting the entire corporation at risk.

So what was he to say? That he was sorry? That he had needed time to find himself? You'd see right through that bullshit and kick the shit out of him for such a pathetic excuse. And he would let you, if it came down to it. But you didn't want him to explain, didn't give him the chance.

"Get the fuck, out!" You repeat, a little louder. You can't find it in yourself to scream at him yet. You're still in shock. But you have enough sense not to go crawling back.

Mac shifts on the balls of his feet, and then takes a step toward the door. Honestly, as much as he hates it, there's no way to fix this.

"Hold on, wait, what the fuck?" He stops at your words, and a glance your way shows confusion riddling your features. "Since when do you fucking listen to me?"

Mac has to scoff at that, because no matter how many times you told him to 'be careful', 'not come home late', 'to feed the cat', he'd never once listened. Not for lack of trying, but he was always so busy, called into work at the most unfortunate times, for missions that could not wait the five minutes for the cat.

Speaking of, where was the cat? Mac had no clue. So he asks you, the first words he's said since he wandered into your home, other than "Hey."

"Where's Steve?" His brows are furrowed as he scans the place, and the black cat is nowhere to be seen. He doesn't know why his concern has shifted to such a trivial thing, maybe he's just nervous. Maybe he's buying himself time.

"Really?" You've got your arms folded, a protective stance, but there's a hint of humor on your still unbelieving face. When you sense he's serious, you give him an answer.

"He's dead, Mac. Got hit by a car a month back."

Mac let's out a harsh breath, uncomfortable in the wake of the news. He'd known that cat for 3 years, only half as long as he'd known you.

"I think it was suicide," you utter, "he couldn't understand why you left, thought it better to end it once he thought you weren't coming back."

Mac doesn't laugh at that. He knows the comment was made to simplify a way of bringing up what he'd done. How he had left.

"I'm sorry." He says, as if that means anything. He left you alone with no explanation, with the promise of moving in that he never kept, and a dead cat a few months later that you most likely buried on your own.

"Don't apologize to me, apologize to Steve. God rest his soul." You don't know why you're joking right now, but maybe you're using Steve as a buffer. A wall to keep between Mac and you so you don't have to directly face how he made you feel. For now, it's how Steve feels—would have felt.

"Sorry, Steve." Mac mumbles, somewhat to the ceiling as if conversing with cat and kitten heaven.

As the seconds go by, your feelings only grow. The more you look at Mac, the more you see how much he has changed. His hair is longer than when you last saw him, and he's wearing clothes you know are new. His skin is tanned, as if he's spent all these months at the beach, out enjoying the sun. You realize the length of time you spent waiting and wondering, the more you observe the changes in him. And fucking hell that makes you mad.

Still using the cat as a buffer, you speak again. "You know, if Steve were here right now he would like to know where the fuck you went. And why the fuck you went there, mind you." You can feel yourself begin to shake, but ignore it.

Mac doesn't know how to respond, both because he's under legal obligation not to tell you anything, and because why the hell are you still talking about the cat?

"I was...working." Mac says finally, as if that makes any sense. "I had to do a job no one else could, so I left. I had to." It's entirely true, but sounds like a lie.

Mac can tell you don't believe him. "Get out." You say for the third time in fifteen minutes. You've decided you can't deal with this—that you won't.

This time, Mac doesn't make a move to leave. He's in it now, one foot in a half-assed explanation, and one foot out of it.

"I swear to god, I'm telling the truth." There's a hint of urgency when he keeps talking, because he knows any moment you could use physical force to get him off your property. "I can call my boss, they can tell you that I couldn't, for legal reasons, deny this job." He doesn't even sound like himself, and you don't trust him anymore.

"You work at a think tank, Mac. Unless you thought up a cure for cancer, I don't see why it would matter all that much."

It's on the tip of his tongue. The truth. 'I'm a secret agent that half the government doesn't even know exists. I was on a deep undercover case, one that saved thousands of lives, and I'm begging you to believe me because you are all I have outside of this job that is bound to kill me if I give it the chance.'

But as much as he's loyal to you, he's loyal to the Phoenix. Though the more he thinks about it, you might just outrank the foundation. Because his heart is clawing it's way across the room to you despite the minefield.

Instead of collapsing on his knees, he tries again with words. "The think tank, works with other people sometimes, important ones." He's sounding more and more like a criminal by the second. "They needed our help, to save some people from a lot of pain. And I helped them. I had to, even if it meant leaving you behind."

"I'm gonna needs names, Macgyver. Proof. I can't just believe this bullshit at the drop of a hat. Because that's what it sounds like, by the way, Bullshit."

You want to believe him though. You really, really do. So badly that you consider your life if you just let all this go. But of course you're not that person. You've never let anything go in your life.

Mac lists off names you know, Bozer, Riley, Jack but that doesn't make you believe him any more. "They can vouch for me, I swear it." He's got this look about him, a dog desperate to be fed.

"They're in on it, aren't they? Whatever you did?" You just can't bring yourself to believe him. "If you call Riley, she'll tell me the same shit you're spouting, sure. Bozer and Jack too, but not because it's true." You take a step toward him, a tentative one. "You know, I knew you were lying to me long before you left. But I loved you so much I let it slide."

You had to put it out there, perhaps a vulnerable push, a sharp knife thrust toward him. And lucky for you, it cuts deep. He pauses, briefly and you can tell there's thought in the silence. He wants to tell you everything he's not saying, because he loved you too. Still does.

"I don't work for a think tank." He says finally, head hung low with a shake of his head. He's disappointed in himself, you can see it. "But I can't tell you what I do."

You're grateful for the crumbs of truth he sprinkles, but you need more if you're to take him back. If you're to even consider letting him gather the stuff of his that you haven't already burned.

"Drugdealer." You say matter of fact. Mac looks up, stunned, and then his eyes go wide.

"I'm not a fucking drug dealer!"

"Sureeee, big guy. And I'm Dolly Parton."

"I'm not—why are you turning this into something you know it isn't?" There's a hint of anger within him, and you revel in the real emotions you're provoking.

"Something I know? That's the point! I don't know anything about you!"

"You do know me!"

"You're a drug dealer!" You push the point again to push him. It works.

"I'm not, fuck, I'm one of the good guys!" He runs a hand over his face hard, pulling down the skin in frustration. He can't believe he's doing this, and he knows he's going to slip up in a matter of minutes. That's just how it's always been with the two of you, and honestly Mac doesn't know how'd he'd ever been able to keep this secret at all.

"Okay so like, a medicinal drug dealer." You're still fuming, more angry than you've ever been, but there's a sadistic smile limping onto your lips. A sick dog of a grin, that's pushing Mac's buttons so you can have all the answers.

"Not a drug dealer," Mac repeats, wracking his brain for a way to explain his side of things. In the end he's losing the fight unless he gives the dog a bone. "I work for the government."

You nod, tongue pressing against your cheek. "Okay,"

Now that, is infuriating. Mac can feel his heart beat rise tenfold, feel his hands shake with the whiplash of it all. "Okay? That's all you've got now?"

"What do you do for the government?" You don't know if he'll answer this one, he probably can't, but you're determined to make him.

Mac tries to be vague, but he's in a hole he dug himself, and every time he opens his mouth he goes down deeper. He doesn't know exactly who's burying him though. You, or the united states.

"I um...do undercover operations." What the fuck is he doing? This is breaching his contract, everything he's worked so hard to keep under wraps.

"So, I've been dating a spy?" You don't entirely believe him yet, but there's an inkling of you, perhaps ten percent, that does. You don't know what you're friends would say about this if they knew, your family. Your therapist even. They'd probably tell you to run for the hills.

"Sort of." Mac mutters, and he's beating himself up with every word. The world is coming down around him, and it might be easier just to die.

"Okay, James Bond. Prove it." You're smile is gone. Replaced by the determination of earlier. Mac sees the shift in an instant, and there is no way he's getting out of this. You've got him on a leash still, after all the time you spent apart, and it's humiliating. Mac pulls his phone out of his pocket and dials Jack's number. He stands with lips pursed while it rings, feeling like the shit has been beaten out of him even though he hasn't yet been touched.

"What's up kid?" Jack's voice echos through the speaker, and you listen in intently.

"I told her." Mac says simply, no other way to word it coming to mind. Jack is silent on the other end, for a minute or so, which is longer than he's ever kept his mouth shut. Though Mac can bet it's actually hanging open right about now.

"You told who? Her as in your fucking girlfriend or her as in your mother?" His accent is thick the louder he talks.

"My mother is dead Jack, so who do you think?" It's a heavy sentence, and Mac sends a glance to you, that says 'why the hell are you this difficult?'

"You broke rule number one man! Matty is gonna have your ass for this. She's gonna tear you to shreds brother, you're so gone—"

"Jack," Mac cuts off his coworker, impatience lacing his tone. "I know. I'm done." Mac hates himself for this, he's anxious as it is, and Jack isn't helping. But you wanted proof, so here it is.

"How'd she get it out of you? You're a secret agent man, you're supposed to be indifferent to torture."

Mac raises an eyebrow at you. There it is. The proof. So help him if you still don't believe it.

"She got mad." What else is there to say. It's the truth of it, and he's already started being honest so why stop now?

"She got mad? Are you kidding me brother? Tell me you're lying."

"Her cat died." Mac adds, as if that makes any difference in the grand scheme of things. Jack is quiet again, but not for as long this time. A few seconds mostly, but the peace is appreciated.

"Mac," Jack's voice crackles over the phone as he exhales sharply. Jack wants to say he can't believe it, but he can. "Her cat dies, and all of a sudden you're breaking a thousand NDA's and pushing aside years worth of training?"

Now that it's said out loud, Mac can't help but cringe. It is pretty bad, all things considered, and it shouldn't have happened this way. At the very least Mac expected that if you found out if would have been due to some sort of hostage situation, or perhaps even Mac's own death. He didn't think it would come down to some half-assed accusations about substances and a cat.

"You still there?" Jack says once Mac doesn't respond for a little too long. Before Mac can say anything though, you're striding over to him, taking up his space sooner than expected.

"Hi, Jack." There's venom in your voice before you press the red button on Mac's phone, hanging up the call. You stand there in the silence with him, looking up at the same yet different man you used to know.

"Anything else i should know about?" There is something he can't decipher in your expression, and Mac is somewhat scared to find out what it means.

"No ma'am." It's not exactly true, he does have the past six years of 'work trips' to explain away to you, including the one that took away for so long, but something tells him those details aren't what you're asking for. At least not right now.

"Good." You say with a sort of finality to the word. You reach up then, with both hands and bring his head down toward you. Mac knows what's coming. The kiss he's waited nearly four months for. And it happens, unlike he thought it would, but there nonetheless. It's passionate, and messy, and his hands come down to touch you in an instant. The brief moment of contact is like long awaited storm after drought, and you both relish in every second, until you come to your senses. You pull back, head tilted to the side and lips plump from the kiss.

With a smile ever so sinister you pat his chest. "Now, get out." You kiss him on the cheek as a sort of punctuation—or punishment Mac isn't sure.

Then you walk away, back to the kitchen and all you had been doing before he'd stepped foot in your once shared place.

He deserves it, he knows that much, but for a moment there he really thought he had you back. He's forever been a puppet on your strings, and as he moves toward the door with an ever deepening frown, he knows he'll always be in love with you. You demonstrated why so effortlessly now. Mac will forever love something that seems impossible. You're a problem he's not sure he can solve anymore, because while he might have changed in his time away, so did you. He'll come back tomorrow to make another attempt, but for now he leaves the house, a grin of disbelief contorting his face.

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[its-me-cassidyboo]

all I have to say is why do people put oc's in the x reader tag

ir like I find a fanfic I want to read then I see it has a named character instead of x reader. If I wanted to read x oc I would but I want to read x reader

[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!

[gatefleet]

Teal Eyes

MacGyver (Reboot): Angus ‘Mac’ MacGyver Word Count: 340 (T)W:  Request: Yes, “Okay, but hear me out. A romance one where Mac see’s reader kissing someone else and gets jealous. Starts acting weird around reader until reader finally confronts him and he finally admits it should have been him.” A/N: GIF Credit belongs to the owner.

Cold. Ice cold. That’s what Mac felt when he turned around, like his veins were suddenly replaced with a glacial river. His heart sank. He couldn’t tell if he wanted to throw up, run or be swallowed by the Earth.

You had no idea Mac felt anything for you. How could you when he never told you. Never hinted to you he had feelings more than you being friends. He had been acting weird with you lately. Cold, distant, aloof. You couldn’t figure out for the life of you why. You, Mac and the team had all gone on nights out before previously. Mac knew you had partners previously so you didn’t believe   that had anything to do with it. After almost a week of the weirdness from Mac and his being distant, you decided you had finally had enough, after preventing Mac’s latest vanishing act from being successful, you cornered him in one of the hallways.

“Okay Mac, what the hell is going on? You’ve been acting weird since we all went out! Did I do or say something that I shouldn’t have?!” Mac couldn’t make eye contact with you. You could see his brain working overtime, attempting to figure out what to say and how to phrase what he wanted to say. You waited, patiently, for Mac to recover himself, gather his thoughts. Instead, Mac gripped your arm and pulled you into one of the empty rooms, away from the public hallway of the office you previously occupied. Once the door was shut and Mac was convinced you were alone in the room, he began to figit, still not looking at you. You had to admit that even your patience for the blonde wonder was beginning to wear extremely thin. “Mac. If you aren’t going to speak then why drag me in here?” you huffed at Mac, his lack of speech and eye contact, it was far too much and you made a move to leave.

“Why him?” You faltered at the door, hand reaching for the handle.

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[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.

[avada-kedavra-bitch-187]

I have an idea on a fic

If anyone writes it pls let me know

Ok so it’s a macgyver fic where she works with them and has a crush on him and anytime he creates a image or whatever with the paperclips(he does it in the beginning at the briefings) when they go to leave she sneaks it and hides it and when she gets home she puts them in a compartment at her apartment and she has all of them that he made or something or frames them somewhere. I dont know i just thought it was a cute idea

[thenerdysimp]

I have such an angsty (but also slightly comforting) idea for Mac.

I’m not sure if the fandom would forgive me tho…

[websterss]

ANGUS MACGYVER

ONESHOTS: ‣ Put in Harms Way. ✻

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[boolger]

The science of love 🌙 ch 4

Call of Duty AU ✨ Poly!141 x Nikolai x hybrid!Reader ✨ MDNI ✨ Explicit ✨ ao3

<- last chapter x next chapter ->

Tags: F!reader, hybrid reader, description of former torture, dubcon and noncon, rape, hybrid!people being kept as pets, Call of duty alternative universe, dark, angst to comfort, kinda in a fucked up way ya know, punishments, spanking, mistreatment and abuse to hybrids, the dove is dead, or at least its close to death, heat/mating cycles (no omegaverse), no pregnancy, reader knows how to stand up for herself, anger issues, animal tails and ears, trauma, violence, angst, collars, rough sex, breeding kink, threesome, orgy basically, everyone is fucking your honor, enemies to lovers, piss kink, reader has a pussy, chubby!reader, hurt!reader, pet names, a couples of OCs here and there, gotta add some extra backgrounds character ya know, vague mentions of a character’s death in the past (it’s Roach. Sorry Roach lovers.)

A/n: ahem, this one is angsty, remember the tags. Also Angus Macgyver and Jack Dalton from Macgyver 2016 kinda appears in this chapter and i have no other excuse than the fact that i love them. Mwah.

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“How did you learn all of this?”

“You mean how can I be smart and be a hybrid?” You asked back sarcastically, watching the woman who in return looked back at you like she was bored, so you added a snappy “are you also amazed by the fact that I can read and spell, lady?”

By the look that grew on her face, you were pretty sure she was as annoyed at you, as you were with her.

“Behave.” It was a simple word coming from the grim reaper in the corner, yet it was a strong warning. You were honestly relieved that you were still too beat up to be actually punished… because you were pretty sure it might involve a spanking or perhaps running rounds on a field, as if you were one of their small privates.

You let out a tired sigh, tipping your one good hybrid ear towards the woman, who had introduced herself as Kate Laswell a little earlier.

You had seen her before, yet you hadn’t really cared about her - you tried not to care about any of them. Despite the collar still resting around your neck, you were not going to stay around.

As for Laswell, you had a suspicion that she wasn’t going to leave without any answers - and you didn’t really have any urge to spill many secrets.

“I learned it the way everyone learns things. From being taught and through trial and error,” you finally replied, crossing your still bandaged hands, “but I assume you want to know who exactly taught me?”

“Yes.”

“A scientist.”

“Kitty.” The warning tone was back. It was still an awful name, chosen without your consent. As always. You gave him a nasty look, rolled your eyes before continuing.

“Fine, fine - when they first took me, there were several scientists around. I knew how to read beforehand, so I was their assistant for a while, learning how to do certain things.”

“Did your owner sell you to them?”

You snapped your mouth shut again. You leant back in the bed some more, ears tipping backwards a little. Some things were better left in the past. Your tail rose a little, but you knew there was not much scary about you right now.

“Listen, we cannot help you wi—“

“With what? I’m not going back to any of my former owners and I don’t really wanna stay with Jack Skeleton either.”

“You are walking the line—“ said skeleton man began but you merely ignored him, cutting him off.

”They’re dead - all of the scientists are dead! What good will it do for me to tell you?” You snarled at the woman, ears tipping backwards in anger, “You knowing who they were, can never bring them back! I lived with them for ten years! Do you have any idea what it’s like to be the last one standing now? And I’m not even a human, I’m not even considered a person! I’m even less than they ever were, even when captured!”

The room was silent for two heartbeats and the anger that made you growl out the truth, disappeared again.

You closed your mouth, immediately regretting everything you had just said, all of the details you had let slip. A deep growl left you, as the woman took a couple of notes; the urge to jump up and take the notebook was big, rip the pages about you apart with your teeth, while snarling like a feral dog.

Maybe even swallowing a couple of the pieces, just for good measure. You could feel saliva collecting in your mouth, teeth baring, your body beginning to tense up, ready to jump and-

”Behave,” Ghost took a hold of your collar, giving it a little tug towards him - when the fuck had he even moved? - his hand didn’t hurt you, instead it moved to gently run along your shaved head, making you freeze as he scratched the spot behind one of your ears, “thank you for telling us, Kitty, but no growling.”

”Go fuck yourself.” You muttered, making the giant huff.

”So, you’re at least 20, I presume?” She asked but you looked away, down at the duvet and then at your bandaged ankle. You had let too much slip. Much of the information they would figure out along the way, but still. You didn’t like this.

She turned a few pages in a file, then spoke again, as if you hadn’t fully ignored her question.

”There are mentions of a Dr. B. Agerdrup - a biologist and chemist - together with a Dr. K. Peko, a surgeon and described as an expert in blood experiments,” Laswell said and you stared down at the duvet covering your lower body, “Did you meet them?”

You ignored her. Ignored Ghost as he gave your human ear a little tug, in an attempt to get a reaction from you

Laswell took a file from beneath her notepad, rummaging through a couple of pages.

”Throughout the years of the files, a person appears regularly, only going by the name Dog, sometimes just D,” Laswell continued, her voice calm, “Am I right to assume that this is you?”

You tried not remembering their faces, yet they flashed by as you closed your eyes; you remembered their names, their ages, their voices. The way their hands felt when they stroked your cheek or how they would all attempt to keep the guards from you.

You still knew how they liked their coffee or tea and their different, preferred ways of taking notes.

It was the memories of them smiling, when they had told you about their life outside, about how they had all been promised to let go after you all finished the project. The moment they could create the serums together, and finish the weapons, they would all be free - you included.

Angus, sweet and kind Angus, had promised he would bring you with him, so that you wouldn’t just be sold to somebody. That he would make sure you could get a nice life with him and his longtime boyfriend, who was out in the world somewhere, no doubt still looking for his fiance. He had proposed, just before they took Angus.

He promised you a life with them, a promise and a dream that kept you going, both of you, throughout the years. A life with love, without pain. A life where you could be happy, maybe go somewhere else in the world together with him… have your own room, your own safe space. Never be chained again. A life where you could love who you wanted, touch who you wanted, be loved, be…

The two people in the room kept talking, but you weren’t hearing them, not really. In your mind you were together with Angus and the other scientists, walking on a beach in Italy, like one of them, one of the sweetest women you had ever met, had talked about. Going to her hometown, a small Italian village, enjoy the warmth of the sun. You would all have sand between your toes, Agerdrup would grumble about it, Kenny would try to push Angus into the water, his fiance trying to save him, Beatrice almost falling over with laughter, and you would chase seagulls all day long.

Hands cradled your face and for a moment, a short moment, you were convinced it was Angus, who did so; that he was alive, that it was his hands, warm and gentle, touching you while telling you something completely meaningless, so you didn’t get too lost in your thoughts.

Even when Angus had been dying, he had kept promising that all of you would leave together, voice shaky and weak; by then you had known they were all lies, not malicious ones, but desperate ones. He believed in those lies himself, in a self soothing way to survive and continue. Even into death. You had lied too then, hoping it would ease his fears and pains, so you had promised Jack, his fiance, would be there any minute to save them, and he had seemed to believe you, even though, deep inside, you had both known it wasn’t the truth.

The guards had let you and Agerdrup hold Angus as he passed away, blond hair sprawled across your lap. The two of you had attempted to make sure Angus wasn’t in too much pain. You hadn’t been sure whether he was, but he looked relieved when he took his last breath.

Now, was he cradling your face? Had you died?

You blinked, confused over the tears in your eyes for a second; then the voice of the man cradling your face in his big hands, returned. The smells of the rooms in your prison for a decade disappeared, replaced by a scent of gunpowder and cigarettes.

”Breathe for me, Kitty,” Ghost’s voice was gentle, even though he told you as an order, “C’mon, Kitty, be good and take a deep breath, yeah?”

You let out a whine, your mind desperately trying to get back to Angus, claw your way back to Italy with your scientist family, to live in a daydream where none of them died. Desperate to hear their voices, desperate to find a way back to them.

”Do it,” He kept his voice gentle but the command was stronger, and your inner hybrid was screaming at you to be a good girl and do as told.

Your lungs burned painfully when you finally managed to take a breath; it created a painful chain reaction of burning gasps and whines, your lungs filling up with warm embers, unable to cool down. The breaths almost hurt more than you felt worth it.

Pain. So much pain. Who was going to save you from that? Who would take away your precious memories, that haunted you deeply, and help you survive without them?

It took you a good couple of minutes to get your breathing under control, to be able to see the skull wearing man in front of you, to no longer attempt to go back to Italy; he was softly cooing, whispering praises.

Laswell was gone. You weren’t sure when she had left, but you didn’t really care. Ghost kept telling you it was alright, that you were a good puppy.

You didn’t feel like one.

You bit his gloved thumb. It was a pathetic attempt at gaining some power. There was barely any force behind it really and Ghost hardly acknowledged it. Just made a couple of clicking sounds with his tongue, keeping eye contact with you. You were the one to give in, letting go of his thumb, licking your lips, looking away as your ears tipped down.

Ghost patted your head.

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Simon stared up at the ceiling of the bedroom. Nikolai crawled over Johnny who let out an annoyed sound, then Ghost, he could lay next to Ghost, pressed against the wall. He let out a pleased groan as he settled and out of reflex, Simon turned, leaning forward to him, meeting the older man’s lips in a kiss. The Russian man let out a pleased hum.

“Still thinking about Kitty, da?”

“She disappeared into her mind.” Simon knew what it was like. To suddenly stop breathing, stuck somewhere in the past, but the change in you had been so sudden, that it caught him off guard. He had sent Laswell away, so he could help you himself.

The sooner you got out of that bed, the better.

“Whether she wants to admit it or not, she has been through some hard things, ” John said from the other end of the bed, looking up from his book, reading glasses resting on his nose, “ you’re helping her, Simon. Even if she doesn’t know it.”

Simon looked at his boyfriend for a moment. He knew the older man was right, knew that the moment he could get you up and going, things would become easier. Then he looked away again. What if it didn’t become easier?

What if you ended up spending most of your time in the kennel on the base? Surrounded by working hybrids who you couldn’t relate to. Without some sort of goal, without proper relationships, would that be worse than the place you had been held captive at for a decade?

Simon was itching to give you a routine to follow, to give you simple rules and watch you flourish. To help you not hate every single human being you came across. He wanted to kiss you, and show you pleasure when you behaved and, gods, if he didn’t want to spank your arse sore from your constant snapbacks.

He wanted to show you that they weren’t like your captors. That they would not let your fur turn into matts or let you become weak and sick. They would take care of you.

“She is gonna bite your fingers off, Si,” Gaz muttered, face pressed against the pillow, as if he was ready to be knocked out. Like a philosophical thought before bed.

“Ach, as if Simon will let ‘er,” Johnny answered before Simon could say anything, “nah, wee thing is gonna bite yer arse off, Garrick.”

“Not his ass,” Nikolai muttered into Simon’s skin, rather dramatically, “I am fond of said arse.”

John gave Kyle a couple of pats on the ass, as if to silently agree with the last statement .

Simon huffed at their talk. He wouldn’t let you bite Kyle’s ass - not unless he asked, of course - but he would help you learn not to bite, unless when told to. A muzzle. He should probably order a nice muzzle, one that wouldn’t be too uncomfortable to wear.

“I’ll make sure your ass stays safe,” Simon dryly noted.

Simon hadn’t been able to save Roach. He had been a real struggle too, especially in the beginning, but he had ended up as a really good boy. Devoted. Kind. Perfect. Simon hadn’t been able to save him, but he was going to save you.

Whether you wanted to or not.

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You growled, forcing yourself harder into the corner of the room.

They weren’t here yet, but right now, escaping didn’t seem like a likely possibility - sadly. The nurses were all speaking, trying to calm you down, though they all looked afraid of you; in truth, you didn’t like the idea of people fearing you, but if that was the price of escaping, then you would pay it.

One of them, a bigger guy stepped forward and you tipped your ears even further back, snarling loudly at him. You had already bitten one of them, you liked to think that they didn’t want to get bitten too.

Your foot in the cast hurt a bit, but it wasn’t worse than some things you had tried before. It was odd to be fully up and walking, even if you hadn’t walked long.

As you took a step forward, they all took one back. Good. Good, maybe this was your chance.

The moment you heard one of them mentioning sedatives, you snapped. You had tried being shot with a dart of sedatives before - it wasn’t a pleasant feeling, but even worse, it meant you would lose consciousness, then go back to square one. If not with worse possibilities of escaping, since they would probably up the safety around you.

You had forced some of your claws out - the ones you had left - proving and though your fingers hurt from the mere idea of them getting stuck in something, you didn’t care.

Filled with momentarily courage, you charged towards the little group of nurses. You had no actual intention of attacking them, but you weren’t going to tell them that. In all honesty, you were surprised by the fact that they stumbled backwards, out of the room, almost falling over each other.

You used the moment to dart out, running rather awkwardly, trying to get as far away as possible.

However, your success was momentary.

Big arms circled you from behind, fully lifting your chubby body off the ground, seemingly with no effort at all. You snarled and twisted in the grip, claws digging into any exposed skin you could reach, barking and screaming. While kicking the man, who let out a grunt of pain from the claws in his skin, you attempted to twist enough to bite his face. It was all out of instinct, of anger and desperation.

You recognised the voice, the strong Russian accent, but you refused to give up.

One of the arms around your chest let go, and in the next moment a hand curled around your face, fully covering your eyes. He kept speaking, telling you it was okay, to calm down, as if you couldn’t smell his blood, feel it wet your fingertips.

It wasn’t going to be okay - you wouldn’t be free, you wouldn’t…

Much to your confusion, your body just…

Calmed down.

You let out a frustrated growl, but you stopped kicking - or at least kicking as hard as before. His breath tickled the little fur that was growing on your dog ears. His grip around your waist became gentler.

Darkness overwhelmed your mind. Somehow making you more calm and you hated it. Hated how you barely fought as he pulled you back towards the room.

A needle pushed into your arm then. Growling seemed meaningless. You whimpered instead.

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A groan left your lips. Your head was pounding, your lips dry. You let out a yawn, only to blink tiredly when the movement felt restricted.

There was something on your face. You felt like you were underwater as you raised a hand, touching your face.

Leather. Metal.

You blinked a little harder, forcing your eyes to remain open this time. Only to meet the stare of your so-called new “owner”. Quite an angry, cold stare, the big mountain of a man. He had crossed arms, one of his balaclavas with a skull painted on - yet it was easy to see he was upset - as well as a pair of leather cuffs in his hands.

Shit. You were in trouble. You had known you would be from the start, as soon as the nurse grumbled that you were an annoying mutt - that she didn’t understand why they hadn’t put you down instead - because then your teeth had sunk into her hand. The blood had tasted like bitter, metallic victory, even if you had essentially proved her right.

Perhaps they should have put you down. But they hadn’t. You had made that her problem. Had you been more awake, you might have hoped the bite would get infected.

Finally your mind caught up with you. The leather and metal on your face, well head really, was a muzzle. The metal in front let you breathe freely, but kept you from biting anyone.

You let out a little whimper, ears tipping down as Simon just stared at you. Disappointment. It had been a while since that had affected you, but as the two of you almost had a silent conversation, you actually felt ashamed.

“Care to explain yourself?” Finally, he broke the silence, even if a part of you would have preferred to keep it. You were in a different bed, but still in the medical wing. The bandages on your hands were gone. Your fingers were sore, but they seemed to be doing alright.

You weren’t really sure what to tell him. You were too busy fearing what the punishment would be. All the time, the man had promised he would punish you when you weren’t as sick. He had been clear when he had told you his rules. You misbehave, you earn a punishment.

“Well?” You flinched at his word, casting another glance at him, ears still down, tail thumping pathetically against the mattress, hoping he would be a little nicer.

“You’re going to be punished no matter what, Kitty,” he pointed out when you still didn’t say anything, seemingly not softening up at all, “So you might as well give me a good reason.”

You swallowed hard. Your throat felt dry, but you doubted he was in the mood to help you drink water.

“She - the nurse,” you managed, unsure of how to make him understand, understand the frustration and anger that had overwhelmed you, her words flipping a switch in your mind, “She said I was a mutt… that.. that you should just have put me down.”

Simon stared at you, brows furrowing for a moment, before tipping his head to the side.

”So you decided to prove her point, then?” His words were harsh, “Do you think that gives you an excuse to bite her?”

You looked away. The guards in the base had always been mean to you. Snarling all kinds of shit while forcing themselves upon you. Calling you all kinds of things, just to see what would make you snap.

You found yourself nodding, still refusing to meet his gaze, until a deep sigh escaped him. You dared to peek over at him, watching him pinch the bridge of his nose. You didn’t say anything, though you really wanted to repeat your point. Why should you be nice to her when she said that?

”One thing was biting her, Kitty,” Simon finally said, before he looked up again, anger visible again as he all but hissed, “another fuckin’ thing was biting Nikolai. What the fuck makes you think you can hurt my partner?”

You let out a little whimper. You knew something was up with the two of them - with all of them really. You hadn’t really thought that much about it. Whether they all were fucking or not didn’t matter. You just wanted to be free.

“I’m sorry.” You actually meant it. Genuinely, you felt a little bad for biting Nikolai. Even if he had caught you and stopped you from escaping. Bastard. Still.

”You will fuckin’ be,” he stood up so suddenly it almost made you jump, “move so your on your stomach.”

You blinked for a moment at his request. Whatever he wanted to do, you already knew that you didn’t want to be a part of it.

Your ears tipped more backwards, a low growl leaving you, a wordless refusal.

”It wasn’t a fuckin’ offer,” he snapped, “It’s a command. Roll over.”

”Fuck you.”

”You’re not making it better for yourself.”

”I’m gonna —“

You didn’t manage to say anymore, because the next moment, the mountain of a man was on the bed, manhandling you. Biting him was not possible thanks to the fucking muzzle on your head and he barely gave you a moment to scratch him.

In the matter of seconds he got your arms behind your back and pulled over his lap on your stomach. You had almost forgotten about the leather cuffs in his hand, but as they were close around each of your wrists, you let out a scared whine.

”No, no, no, I'll be good, I’m sorry—“

“Too fuckin’ late, you brat,” he hissed - and then to your horror, he easily pulled down the sweatpants you wore, your eyes widening. You trashed with renewed energy, letting out a panicked howl, but it was no use.

His big hand collided with your soft, exposed, bare ass, the sound almost echoing in the room, while you let out a howl of pain.

You could barely distinguish the words that escaped you, as you desperately begged him to stop.

Slap.

Slap.

Yet, Simon was merciless, repeatedly spanking your ass. Each hit was hard, never landing the same place as the former, somehow hurting more and more each time. He ignored your angry growls, your pitiful howls of pain and then, the loud sobs as you cried. No, you almost wailed, as the man continued to spank you.

Slap.

Slap.

Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.

Your skin felt afire. It was like you were stuck in a nightmare, constantly looping around, pain ever present; you heard him grunt, whether from anger or exhaustion you didn’t know, but it didn’t seem to make a difference. He kept going.

Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.

At some point, it was like your mind left your body. You could hear yourself whimper and whine, hear his hand colliding in another spank.

Slap. Slap.

You were hiding your face in the bedsheets, tears and snot soaking the inside of the muzzle, sliding through the metal bars and onto the fabric beneath you. Your body had gone fully lax, no longer tensing up with each hit. A part of you had given up, accepted that you had no control over the moment, that he was the one to decide whether you would receive pain or not.

It took a good few seconds before you registered his soft voice. Felt his short nails scratch your still quite short hair, still looking so close to buzz cut. It felt good. Better than you wanted to admit.

The spanks had stopped. You sniffled, letting out another little sob, the big man shushing you. His other hand moved to your ass again and for a moment you expected him to hit you once again. Instead it rested against your burning skin, which somehow felt nice. You felt yourself whining, but accepted it.

”Took it so well,” he said, “just had to get into it, yeah? Understand who is in control?”

You nodded, face still pressed against the bed. You almost felt like you were floating.

“You’re not going to bite Nikolai again - or any of the others. Is that understood?” His voice turned a little harder.

You nodded again. His hand stopped petting your arse, instead one of them dug into your skin, grabbing a handful of your burning flesh, making you cry out.

”Is. That. Understood?”

”Yessir,” you hurried to say, wincing at the pain, the feeling of his nails digging into your poor skin, “yes sir, i understand, im sorry, im not gonn’ bite ‘im or any of the others.”

His grip loosened. Then his hand went back to petting your ass.

”Good girl,” he muttered.

[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

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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”

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Reunion - Angus MacGyver

Synopsis: when Mac comes home after a particularly long mission you are both excited to reunite. requested by @thenerdysimp

Content warnings: very suggestive but no outright smut

It had been months since you'd seen your boyfriend, Mac. Off on another one of his missions, you were left alone in the house, other than that of Bozer's haphazard appearances. And to say you were frustrated would be an understatement. You missed your boyfriend, his company and also the company of his friends, who also happened to be yours.

And Bozer, while fun to be around, was just as busy with the same mission on this side of the world. You didn't even know what country Mac was in right now, all classified information as far as phoenix was concerned. You weren't even supposed to know where he really worked, let alone what cases he was working on.

So you couldn't ask questions, and you didn't. But that did make it hard, in turn, not to miss Mac even more. Bozer was out for the day, off to visit is parents now that the mission was completed, and you were sitting at home giddy as a new puppy waiting for Mac to return. You sat by the door, absolutely restless, hoping that any second from now you would hear the doorknob turning as the door creaked open. But there was nothing, no sign of him yet. You were left to wait.

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Mac was planning a surprise. He hadn't seen you in months, and Maddy's no contact rule for missions as dangerous as the one he'd just arrived back from meant that he hadn't spoken to you in months either. He was alive with the need to see you, to hear your voice, to feel your skin under his hands.

He knew you'd be waiting for him when he got home, but he wanted to see the surprise on your face at his arrival. So he was heading in the backdoor, the one he knew you wouldn't be waiting by.

And he was so desperate to get inside he might have flagged the whole idea all together just to get to you faster. But he was nothing if not committed to an idea, and he was going to stick with this one too.

He creeps around the side of the house as best he can with the fallen leaves and twigs surrounding it, and makes it to the back door without a fuss. And then he slides open the lock as quietly as he can.

And soon enough he's inside, sliding off his dirty boots at the door as to not tread mud through the house. And also so you don't hear his footsteps on the hardwood floors.

He sees you once he rounds the corner from the back exit toward the living room and he can feel his heart pounding in his chest, trying to reach out to you. He feels like a teenager again, feeling your presence everywhere in him.

He's lost all interest in being quiet now and simply stands at the end of the hallway with a grin on his face. "honey, i'm home." he says, watching you spin around in an instant to see him standing there. Your face makes way for the widest smile he's ever seen and you leap up from the arm of the couch where you'd perched yourself.

"Oh my fucking god that's so cheesy." you say, near laughing as you make your way toward him. Mac is trying his best not to run to you to close the gap faster, but the few steps he does take are fast paced and full of need. As soon as he has his hands on you it feels like liquid fire is running through his veins. He doesn't get time to say anything more to you, because you've got your hands on either side of his face and have pulled him in for a kiss.

It's passionate but sweet, conveying that you missed him in the touch of your lips to his. But not quite how much you missed him. Not yet, but soon. You move your hands to his hair, pulling in the way you know that he craves, and he groans into your mouth.

"Missed me, huh?" He mumbles once you both break away for air.

The way you grin up at him in response answers his question before your words can. "Always do." you mumble, eyes raking over his face as if reminding yourself of all the parts of him. His own gaze moves over your features, noting everything he's missed since he's been away. Your perfume is different, that's the first thing he noticed, but your shampoo is the same. He loves the smell of your shampoo. It so sweet, it makes hungry for you every time he catches the scent. While away he passed a woman on the street who must have used the same one, because for hours after Mac could not focus on anything other than thoughts of you, and what he was going to do with you once he got home. And the smell of your shampoo now, has reminded him just what he wants to do.

"You got any plans today?" He asks, and you can tell what he's thinking by the look in his eyes, pure lust behind baby blue.

Your fingers run through the hair on the nape of his neck, "Absolutely none."

And that's all it takes for Mac to keep kissing you, pulling you impossibly closer in the hallway, until his back has hit the wall and he's got his hands everywhere he can get a hold.

His lips leave yours to trail a path down your neck, sucking on the spot he knows will make you squirm. He lives for the sound of your shallow breaths, and you live to let him take them from you.

Mac lifts you up, hands the back of your thighs and moving higher, with a confidence that makes your head spin. Being in love with Mac is maddening at times, but it sure has it's perks. If there's one thing you know for sure, it's that he's good with his hands.

He starts walking with you in his hold, your legs around his waist as he moves blindly. He won't stop kissing you, he doesn't think he can, until of course he stumbles over a chair leg in the kitchen. His grip on you tightens, as so not to drop you but you still squeal in alarm at the sudden jolt you get as he trips. Your forehead knocks with his and Mac lets out a soft, startled chuckle before straightening up.

"You good?" he questions, head still spinning from the taste of your skin he was getting just moments before as well as the bump from your forehead he just sustained.

"Yeah, I thought you were gonna drop me is all." you lean down to kiss him, and Mac accepts the gesture, taking so much pleasure in your lips that he nearly forgets where he is. He thinks about putting you down on the kitchen table and taking you right there, but that won't be comfortable, and he's got all day to spend with you. What's the rush?

"Drop you? Have you no faith in me?" he mumbles against your mouth, his teeth clicking against yours in the awkward kissing conversation. "I can hardly let you go, what makes you think I'd drop you?"

He starts moving again, toward the bedroom this time, and you don't have enough coherent thought to respond to him. Instead you manage to moan into his mouth, something that riles Mac up even more than before, if that's possible.

It's going to be a long day, and an even longer night for the neighbors, but Mac can't bring himself to care. He's home, and as far as you're concerned, he's got a lot of catching up to do.

MACGYVER TAGLIST: @ash5monster01 @batsratswrites

[ggumiedream]

"The Accumulation Of Those Little Despairs Is What Makes A Person An Adult."

- Nanami Kento

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HEAR ME OUT! He has this Nanami Kento vibe. I am on my Lucas/Macgyver phase atm, I love this two sm 🥹😭

[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!

[gatefleet]

Baby Shower

MacGyver (Reboot): Angus ‘Mac’ MacGyver Word Count: 325 (T)W: lmk Request: Yes, “Imagine:  Mac/reader where the reader is hosting a baby shower for her friend and they’re all in the middle of those blind fold baby food test games when Mac walks in and HAS to participate.” A/N: GIF Credit belongs to the owner.

You had been arranging your best friends baby shower for well over 2 months, you ensured everything was prepared such as banners, cake, games, seats, tables, and most importantly, no Mac, no partners, no males.  You had arranged for Mac and the other male team members to go out to the arcade...  Or was it dirt bikes?  Maybe it was Monster Trucks… Either way you had ensured that the boys would be busy for the rest of the day so that you and Riley could set up and finish the last-minute prep before your friend arrived.  She lived next door to you and Riley and the three of you had grew close over the past year or two, but you were hosting the baby shower at Mac and Bozer’s because they had way more room and you and Riley had managed to sweet talk the boys into giving up the house for a day.

You were halfway through the shower, your friend was blindfolded trying different types of baby food to identify when you heard the door open and close. You and Riley’s head spun and clocked Mac. He was sheepishly attempting to sneak in with Bozer and escape to their rooms. This plan failed. Once the other shower guests had clocked Mac and Bozer, they were like vultures. The poor men had no way to escape and not time to react before they were both being pulled into being part of a new game that some of the guests had invented. This was short-lived as a duo due to Jack walking in with one of the boys phones that was left in the car. This was the second mistake of the evening as Jack was pulled into being another unwilling participant of the shower guests new game. The poor boys didn’t stand a chance and yourself and Riley both had great pleasure in the pictures and videos which came from the boys unfortunate timing.

Taglist open; @playbucky, @becauseimawinchester, @i-always-come-back

[paperclipped-mongoose]

I know it's been months, but I just read "convincing enough for you?" And I neeeeed a part 2 where they go on the mission 😭😭😭

I had no clue that people actually read these! If you guys really want a part 2 I will write one! I have another fic coming too but it deals with panic attacks so I want it to be right.