#I’m like MacGyver and shit

[admiralgiggles]

Here are my best shots of today’s solar eclipse.

This last shot is of my makeshift filter so I could protect my lens.

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — murdoc (2016) x fem!reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — nsfw, explicit, reader needs something, murdoc wants something in return, oral (fem!receiving) murdoc is an asshole, hair pulling, quickie (?), face fucking, panty stealing, murdoc uses readers panties, lowkey nose kink lol, clit sucking, tongue fucking, slight overstimulation

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 — NOT PROOFREAD! literally stayed up til 7am to finish this bc i refused to not finish it. i had this idea when i watched like the second episode he was in and i couldnt get it out. also i need more david dastmalchian esp jack delroy, murdoc, johnny, and james lewis moots pleasepleaseplease

you were pissed. that much was obvious when you stormed into the prison with a slim folder between your tense fingers and a scowl etched into your typically stoic features.

you had demanded the guards get him into the interrogation room before you got there and told them to keep away from the door for the next hour. though they weren’t allowed to do so, they refused to fall into your vicious crosshairs.

they did as they were told, and the second you swung open the door to the stuffy, metal room you were met with a smug grin and taunting stare.

neither of which wavered even when you slammed the manilla folder onto the table in front of him and used that same hand to backhand him right across his cheek. your fingers closed around the collar of his plain white shirt before he could fully process the strike and you forced his body back upright. his handcuffs rattled with the motion. the proximity should have scared him.

“you sold us out?” your voice bounced off of the walls like a gunshot had rung out. but murdoc didn’t flinch. instead, his smile steadily grew until he was laughing in your hands.

honestly, you should have expected this. the consequences of trusting a sociopathic assassin like him. known for lying about any and everything, completely indifferent about who he hurts and the amount of chaos he creates.

you made the stupid mistake of placing what should have been the satisfying wrap-up to a very important mission in his hands and ended up getting double crossed, and your coworker and good friend almost killed. in whatever time murdoc had between your meeting with him and what was supposed to be a surprise confrontation, he gave away every last detail to whoever knew of your connections with him.

luckily, the phoenix foundation had never known a loss thanks to macgyver. he narrowly managed to flip the score and gain the upper hand in a heavily disadvantaged fight, giving your team just enough room to make just a few arrests. the rest were able to escape.

but despite the half victory, you knew it wouldn’t happen every time. so you had to remind your little informant who he belonged to.

your hold tightened on his shirt, and finally his cuffed wrists rose as a meek defense. “oh, come on sweetheart. i’m flattered you thought so highly of me, but i’ve told you before. my service only goes to the higher bidder now.” his voice was calm and condescending. it pisses you off.

you held him still for several seconds, debating on painting his cheekbone purple before shoving him back into his chair. it was so forceful, you heard the thin legs grit and scrape against the ground. murdoc chuckled lowly. “you’re strong for such a small thing, aren’t you?”

your eyes shot daggers into his own, but you control yourself. the team would only fall into deeper shit if you pushed him into a non-verbal state. they were relying on you, even if they had no idea you had come back here.

“you’re going to tell me who these people are, and where they might’ve gone.” you instructed, voice low and sharp. murdoc’s eyebrows twitched upwards as you flipped the folder open and spread several papers onto the table.

he glanced down at them, eyes shifting left and right like he was tracking a moving dot. “need i remind you? again?” his empty brown eyes came back up to you. his smile returned. “why should i?”

right. payment. in truth, you had shown up completely empty handed, boldly praying that you could get him to comply and the answers would merely fall out of him. maybe a punch or two. but this was murdoc. he felt nothing.

your jaw tightened when you came up with nothing. he seemed to sense that before you could say it and he scoffed out a laugh. “oh, then i’m afraid you came all this way for nothing, sweetheart.”

that was the second time he’d called you that. it felt almost dehumanizing coming from him, especially paired with the not-so-subtle observation he stole of your figure. though, it seemed to strike something in him, and the corner of his lips lifted.

“you know, i might be willing to settle for a second place offer.” murdoc held your gaze with a newfound intensity, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. dealing with many men in your profession, you knew that look all too well.

your stomach lurched. though you couldn’t tell if it was in a nauseating or interested way, seeing as your stomach suddenly tensed so badly it really could have been either. the man was attractive, there was no denying that. but still, you’d never pictured a situation like this with him before.

murdoc tsked at your shock. “i have needs.” he said matter-of-factly with a small shrug. his handcuffs clinked against his chair.

“i thought you had to be human for that.” you shot back.

every bone in your body told you to pack the file back up and leave him hanging. that was what your best judgment was screaming at you to do. not to entertain a maniac like him and put yourself at such a risk. but for some reason your feet were glued to the floor. you couldn’t move.

murdoc actually looked offended by your words, but the expression didn’t reach his eyes. “i can be as human as you need me to be. just say the word.” his voice dropped, suddenly teetering towards gravelly. “you need something, i want something. my prices really don’t get this low, you know.”

knowing murdoc, his idea of ‘needs’ was bound to put you in some compromising position. you shouldn’t. you really shouldn’t. but the way he was looking up at you with what could only be described as pleading eyes forced your refusal back down your throat.

then, his lips spread into a victorious grin. you noticed his sharp canine fangs for the first time. “good girl.” he breathed. he shifted to face you, reaching out to inch you closer to him with one hand. the distance between you two was already microscopic, but it got even thinner as he gently eased your legs in between his parted knees.

the chain that bound his wrists together granted him far too much leeway, you noticed when he planted his hands on either side of your waist.

your clammy palm pressed onto the table’s surface beside you to balance yourself, finding your guard was beginning to slip away. a heavy sigh escaped from your nostrils and your eyes squeezed shut while you took in your position.

you could back out now, you thought. there would be no shame in it. you’re only caught up in the moment now. he stunned you. that was all. you didn’t have to do this. you didn’t want to do this, you corrected, more loudly in your head this time.

murdoc’s fingers began to massage your hips over the skirt of your form fitting black dress, drawing you out of your meditative space. your eyes found his when they snapped open, and murdoc hummed.

“no need to worry, sweetheart. i know what i’m doing.” like that made you feel any better. he also knew what he was doing when he killed dozens of people.

you let a sigh slip past your lips when his hands traveled downward, inching towards the hem of your dress. “if i didn’t know any better, i’d say there were two guards behind that door. but there isn’t, is there?” he asked lowly and knowingly, shooting a glance over to the locked door you had come in from.

your response was reluctant. if you told him he was right, he could easily use his position to overpower you and get out. but if you let him believe the guards were there doing their job, would he stop? you looked down at him, then down where his hands were gently massaging your upper thighs.

“no, they’re not.” you replied truthfully.

“good.” murdoc quickly replied. he moved you so that you stood in front of the table. your expression shifted to one of curiosity. “you can be as loud as you’d like.”

your face flushed hot at his words. how he said them so casually and cockily despite being (almost) completely at your mercy.

his fingers hooked onto the bottom of your dress and pulled it up to your waist, sighing with admiration as he took in the sight of your black panties. you gasped at the abrupt exposure, wanting to pull the bunched up fabric back down your thighs. but the sudden sensation of murdoc’s fingers rubbing at the dampened crotch of your underwear caught you off guard and you let out a whine.

“that’s it,” murdoc groaned when your thighs instinctively parted wider for him. he traced up your wet folds through the thin fabric, stopping at your clit to circle it. your chest filled with a sharp gasp and you cried out, legs going near slack. “good girl.”

your hips bucked shamelessly into his fingers, desperately trying to match his steady rhythm. “shit, shit,” you gasped, fingers curling around the edge of the table. your head fell back between your shoulders, strained whines falling from your lips.

murdoc quickly stole your building-up orgasm when he took his hand away to slide your panties down your legs and plant himself onto his knees before you. he whisked the garment away but you didn’t entirely care. the sight of him made you blink, realizing what he was about to do.

this was what he meant by wanting something? honestly, you had expected him to bend you over the table or have you straddle him on the chair.

“go on.” he gently nods towards the table behind you. hesitantly, you pull your dress down to cover your ass before hoisting yourself up onto the edge. you wince at the cold that seeped through the thin fabric meant to protect you. the rest of it bunched up at your hips.

murdoc’s hand slipped behind your thigh, holding it in place, the chain lightly digging into your skin as he brought his other one up to rub at your inner thigh. you waited for him to tend to your aching cunt again, but it never came.

you looked down at him, growing irritated. “what do you need me to do?” he asked far too sweetly for your liking. you glowered at him, but he didn’t give in. “don’t forget, you’re the one who needs something.”

bastard. he was going to make you say it out loud. humiliate you for a little bit, even if he was painfully hard in his orange jumpsuit. he had patience like no other, so he would get his way.

you swallowed what was left of your pride and responded, “please, make me come.” your words held bite and lacked the lust that coursed through you. and although murdoc looked like he was going to make you answer correctly for a moment, he shrugged.

“since you asked so nicely.” he said sardonically before he planted his mouth onto your cunt. the response was immediate, a startled cry of his name falling from your lips and your thighs tensing around him.

his tongue delves into your cunt, working you slowly and skillfully. you press a shaky hand to your mouth to try to keep yourself relatively quiet, but it’s like he knows exactly how you touch yourself at home in bed. he’s hitting every spot, and the vibrations of each of his moans make your back arch.

“murdoc—” his name sounded so strange when you weren’t cursing it to hell and back. “—fuck, don’t stop,” your hips rolled against his mouth, the tip of his nose prodding at your clit. you risked it and carded a hand through his hair, taking a handful of dark locks and tugging. he moaned, louder this time, and his knuckles whitened as his grip tightened on your thigh.

you watched as his eyes fluttered shut, practically losing himself in your pussy. he shifted to sucking on and licking at your clit, reveling in the way your cries got higher and more frequent, and how your body writhed wildly against his face. then he’d move back to devouring you, messily and loudly.

your hold on his hair went icy and you pushed him deeper into your cunt, thighs spreading impossibly wider. murdoc whined at the assertion, peering up at you through hooded eyelids.

the sight was obscene, burning itself into your vision forever. the feeling would, too. you hadn’t received anything like this in years, especially not from your silicone and rubber replacements at home.

it’s then that you notice that he’s breathing too hard — or rather, moving far too much — and that he’s slowed down significantly. and that his hands have left both of your thighs and had gone back to his lap. one still loosely held your calf, you realized, but the other worked at his stiff cock. you couldn’t see it, only the rapid up-and-down of his fist.

it wasn’t because of his jumpsuit, which he had worked open at some point, but because also in his hand was your panties. it should’ve disgusted you. watching murdoc jerk himself off and using your panties to do it.

but instead your breathing went ragged and you moaned. “fuck, fuck, murdoc!” he groaned in response, his tongue delving into your pussy in slow, deep drags. he didn’t care that you’re fucking his face now, or that he can’t breathe. he was chasing his own high, fisting his dick with your panties and listening to your relentless cries.

you cursed and cried out as the coil tightened in your gut, feeling like your body was about to explode if he didn’t stop. you didn’t want him to. so you held his mouth against your cunt, hips jerking sporadically as you finally came on his tongue. you felt murdoc’s lips curve into a smirk against you, but you didn’t have the strength to care.

instead, you let him fuck you with his tongue through your blinding orgasm, gently rolling your hips in time with his languid thrusts. you tilted your head and peered down at him, watching him get himself off with your underwear.

you wished you’d worn a sexier pair, but the stirring in your stomach was still there. just knowing they were yours.

a weak moan slipped from you when the sensitivity started to catch up with you. murdoc kept going, still licking up your first orgasm. “holy shit, murdoc,” you slurred, a second orgasm quickly building.

your head fell back and your fingers ran through murdoc’s hair, tousling it even more. but he persisted now, shifting to messily work at your clit. the noises were obscene, and the shame was beginning to set in, but once you looked down and caught his gaze, it was gone.

his nose poked at your abdomen while he sucked on your sensitive nub, and spit and cum glistened around his mouth. you held the contact for only a moment before you came for a second time on his tongue, and telling from the trembling moan he let out right after, he did too.

he pulled away after a second, both of your heavy panting filled the room. you could barely hold yourself torso up, you couldn’t even imagine standing up yet. so you stayed propped against the edge of the table while murdoc cleaned himself as best as he could.

“you can keep them.” you mumbled before he could even try to give you your panties back. but the man only blinked at you.

“i know.”

the anger from before threatened to return. god, he was such an asshole.

“that wasn’t so hard, was it?” he asked with a smug smirk as he wiped your cum from his face with the back of his hand. the action made you gulp, and the way he was staring at you, still on the ground, forced you to your feet and to the other side of the table.

you had to put distance between you and him or you’d end up shoving his face right back between your legs again. and you would rather die than have murdoc know that you wanted him to tongue fuck you again.

“right, now, can you give me what i need?” you asked, hurrying to rearrange the shuffled papers on the table.

murdoc got back up into his chair, watching you compose yourself with amusement. “that depends, sweetheart.” he replied. “what do you need? names or another round?”

did this in one sitting ur welcome. god i love david dastmalchian. so much. also i might write a part 2 to this.

[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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[gazs-blue-hat]

Whumptober Day 1: “How many Fingers” (John Price X Reader)

Summary: Even the most simple of of missions never end up all that simple.

Word Count: 1,514

Tw: Canon typical violence, blood. (LMK if I missed any)

The mission was supposed to be a simple one. A regular smash-and-grab of intel that took no more than thirty minutes. Like all well-laid plans, this one went to total shit. Gunfire filled the air and the sound of explosions rocked through the air.

Your team had been forced to split up, pairing off. Ghost and Soap as a team, Gaz and Price as a team, and..yourself. You always were better alone, acting as a shadow that followed the carnage of your boys. The decision to split up caused the predicament you were in now. Pinned down by an enemy sniper that you were playing chicken with.

“Shade, how copy?” The voice of your Captain and lover flowed through your earpiece like honey through a sieve. You felt your heartbeat slowing down as if he was right next to you rather than a mile away in a different building.

“Still playing chicken sir. This bastard won’t give up.” Your words were punctuated by the harsh sound of a sniper’s bullet crashing into the wall slightly above your head. You swore as you ducked down, thanking the stars above that you were wearing a helmet. Flakes of drywall and plaster rained down on you, knocking against your helmeted head.

“You need to get out of their Shade!” Price shouted from his point at his position. You rolled your eyes and poked your head up, trying to get a glint of the enemy’s scope. No luck, as usual.

“Can’t do that sir. He’s got me pinned down here. If I move from this position, there’s no way I’m making it more than ten feet before I’m turned into mush.”

“I don’t need the visuals thank you.” He replied. You could almost imagine the look on his face. There was another shot above you, sending more debris down on you. In this cluster of debris was a large piece of sheet metal. If you were clever…you could use it as some sort of shield to get you to the next batch of cover.

“Captain, I’m about to do something stupid.” You whispered, your voice was soft, filled with all the words you wanted to tell him into it.

“Shade? Repeat your last?” Price asked. You could feel the churning in your chest, the mustering of courage. This is what you were here to do, this was your job. For better or worse, in victory or defeat. You needed to get back to Exfil.

“I’m gonna use a piece of sheet metal here as a shield. Won’t. Block a bullet but should slow it down enough to not be fatal. I’ll see you in fifteen.” You then removed the com from your ear, not needing to hear his shouting at your stupid stupid plan.

You bent down, grabbing the piece of metal and shifting it so it covered you. You used some straps from your tac vest to strap the metal to your side, kind of like a wonky turtle shell.

“I better get a medal for this. This is so MacGyver..”. You continued to grumble to yourself as you made sure the sheet metal was attached as firmly as you could. You took a deep breath and then sprinted into the open.

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Price was standing atop the hill that had been designated for exfil. The helicopter’s blades were whirring above and he watched with his hands on his hips at your last known location. he used his binoculars to try and find you but to no avail.

“Captain! I’ve found them!” Gas shouted from his side, pointing at a small figure huddled under a massive piece of sheet metal.

“Jesus Christ on a bike. What are they doing?!” Soap. Shouted from his sniping position in a different building. He had been trying to find the sniper that had pinned you down, to no avail. The boys watched as you used the large metal piece as a shield, taking bullet after bullet and falling apart as you scrambled your way across the battlefield.

You were almost there, almost to a point where they could provide cover fire. You were ten feet away, seven feet, five feet.

Price watched through his binoculars with horror as a single bullet pierced through the large piece of metal and slammed against your cranium.

“SHADE!”

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You were relatively proud of your shield idea. It was working way better than you had thought it would! You felt each bullet hit the shield as it wobbled and shifted. Bits fell off as the metal grew brittle from the series of holes punched into it. You knew you were close to cover, so so very close. Until blinding pain seared through your right temple.

A bullet had found a weak spot in the metal, pierced it, and then slammed against your helmet. You felt your body shift as the momentum of the bullet forced you to the side. The piece of sheet metal fell on the top of you, and a good thing too, because if it hadn’t, you would have been completely exposed to the enemy sniper.

On the positive side, the plethora of gunshots meant a large number of muzzle flashes. Soap was able to find the sniper and eliminate them.

“Target KIA. Someone get down there to help!” He shouted into his mic. He didn’t need to say anything though, John Price was already sliding in the muck at your side, hefting the piece of metal off your side. The amount of blood was staggering.

The bullet had pierced your helmet, but you were still breathing. Your eyes were crossed and your mouth opened and closed in the muck, trying to form words. John didn’t move you, not until he was sure your neck or back wasn’t broken. Once he deemed those parts of you alight, he shifted you, sitting you up against him. And removing your helmet.

You couldn’t see, you couldn’t think. All you could sense was the warmth of blood on your face and the chill of the air. You tried to form words, try to ask what was going on, but your brain wasn’t working right.

“Uh….John…Wha?” Your voice was raspy and your eyelids fluttered. John examined the wound on your head and began speaking rapidly into hi radio. You couldn’t hear him at all, you could hardly even see the man. The only reason you knew it was John was due to the faint scent of his cigars and the aftershave he used that morning.

“We need immediate extraction! Shade is down!” Johnny’s voice

“Someone call base, get them ready. It’s a bad one.” Kyle

“Someone with a med kit get down there! Stop the bleeding!” Simon

“Love..look at me. Darling focus on me.” It was this voice that snapped your eyes forward, away from your nose. John’s figure blurred and wavered before your face but he was there. His bright blue eyes, his silly hat you thought was so cute.

“John…”. Your voice came out slurred as blood stained your teeth. You must have bitten your cheek as you fell. Why couldn’t you feel anything? Why did you feel so sick? You were cold, so so cold.

“Darling, look at me. How many fingers am I holding up?” His voice was strained, you could see tears welling in his beautiful eyes. You wanted to lift your hand to wipe them away, but it wasn’t responding. You watched as he lifted his hand, holding up some fingers. You tried to focus, you did, but you were pretty confident that John didn’t have six fingers on his hand. Did he? Could be possible. You didn’t know much anymore.

“Six….four? I dunno…” You felt a surge of weakness wash over you and you heard John shout as he shook your vest a bit.

“Stop yelling…” You slurred, wanting nothing more than to go to sleep. You could hear the whirring of the helicopters and you could smell the iron of blood. An icy realization surged through you.

You’re dying. You had been shot in the head, and you were dying. You were bleeding out in John’s arms.

“J..John..I…”. You were trying to say those words. The words you had only ever traced on his back as he slept. The words you would blink in Morse code from across the helicopter at him. You needed him. To hear you say it. before it was too late.

“No. No, no, no. You don’t say that now. You say that when I can ravage you like you deserve.” John whispered as he held your head close to his chest. You usually loved resting your head on his chest, but now you could only feel the sticky blood coating your cheek.

“John.” You didn’t hurt, it didn’t ache. You felt…safe. John looked down at your form, stress all over his face. You smiled and lifted a hand, drawing a little heart on his cheek with your blood.

“I love you.”

The world went black and the last thing you heard before you passed out was his deep reply.

“I love you too.”

[motherfuckerunleashed]

I’m not one to celebrate when someone dies.

But, y’know, we’ve all read the Darwin Awards. There’s a point where, as an onlooker, my astonishment at their utter carelessness surpasses my compassion.

“Oceangate is a manipulative operation that preys on people who are vulnerable to suggestion”

Sure, I hear you. Just like everyone else, I’m hearing about Oceangate’s suspicious conduct and I hope this is the end of them. But I also think that anyone who hops into an experimental, unlicensed, and unprecedented excursion should do a few Google searches before signing waivers. I wait to read reviews before buying new gadgets, let alone throwing away TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY THOUSAND DOLLARS

“They aren’t all billionaires. There’s the crew and a 19yo”

Yeah, it’s fucking evil. They’re only down there because the obscenely wealthy had a whim. No one is making fun of the kid and the crew and I think you know that. (Edit: I now know that there were no crew on board except the CEO)

“They’re people, too. No one deserves to die, especially not like that”

Yep. And much like spelunkers, cave divers, mountaineers, etc — they either vastly underestimated the risk or decided to accept it. You can’t possibly expect people to have the same empathy for people who willingly put themselves in danger for fun and people who have no choice, like the refugee tragedy near Greece. These rich folks could have continued living their trouble-free lives. If Jeff Bozo or Muskrat blow up in space I promise I will not give a rat’s ass because jfc t’s unnecessary to be doing this shit

Anyway if any Scrooge McDucks out there want to burn 250k for a good time, I’ll nip out to Home Depot and MacGyver a go kart with a glider or something. Let’s toss you over the escarpment and see what happens

[purrgilpawkins]

Slime + Ink

Summary: Jack realized pretty early on that Mac always needed something. Whether it be something to distract him or something he needed to help finish his projects. (Or 5 times Jack is there to give Mac something he needs and 1 time he isn’t.)

Pairings: Jack Dalton & Angus MacGyver

Part of the Comfortember 2020 series Prompt: Fidgeting / Jacket

Warnings: n/a

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Twenty-three hours into this surveillance mission, Mac had run out of paper clips and, unfortunately for Jack, found a pen and immediately started clicking it.

Jack was a very patient person (even if he liked others to think he wasn’t), you gotta be in order to be a truly professional sniper. That being said, he snapped after about three minutes.

“Mac, I am this close to smackin’ you upside the head.”

Mac stopped at Jack’s statement and glared at him before flipping the pen in his hand…and biting the tip. Jack sighed, glad he was no longer hearing the clicking (even if Mac’s pen chewing is still a little noisy).

They sat in (mostly) silence for the next few minutes, Jack trying to do his job and Mac still eating his pen. That didn’t last too long either, seeing as the pen Mac was chewing on burst and filled his mouth ink. Jack looked at him in amusement as Mac sputtered, reaching for one of the water bottles in the cup holders.

“Jesus, kid. I know you’re bored outta your mind but do you really need to poison yourself?”

Mac opened the door to the car and spat out his watery-ink mixture and closed the door. He glanced at Jack and wiped his mouth, which was still black. “Sorry. Guess I’m going a little stir crazy.”

“No shit.”

Jack sighed once more before reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out a packet of tissues that he handed to Mac. The ink-stained blond took it and wiped at the ink he just painted his hand with.

“Sorry. For blowin’ up at ya. We’ve been here for a day, I’m tired, and our intel must’ve been wrong cause the guy didn’t even show up!” Jack sighed yet again as Mac dabbed at his mouth, “How mad you think Patty’ll be if we left?”

“Probably pissed,” Mac said before attempting to remove the ink from his tongue.

“Yeah, well,” Jack sighed (yes, again) and dropped his head onto the steering wheel before quickly bringing it back up with a look of determination on his face, “She’ll just have to send somebody else out here to waste their time.”

Jack started the car and took off while Mac protested with a tissue in his mouth.

—

Jack saw that look in Mac’s eye. The one he got when he was about to run off and start making something out of random junk. And that was exactly what he did.

Mac ran out the back door of the restaurant and Jack followed him, not surprised to see the younger man digging around in one of the dumpsters.

“If you’re that hungry, they got fresh food inside the place, hoss.”

Mac ignored Jack and continued rummaging in the dumpster, throwing things back just as much as he was keeping them. He looked to his partner and Jack got the idea just before Mac started tossing him some of the things he’d dug out.

“You mind telling me what your plan here is?”

“Would you listen if I told you?”

Jack shook his head, “Probably not, no.”

Mac gave Jack a look and carried on with excavating. He stopped for a moment and jumped out to the next dumpster before he started his digging again.

“Jack.”

“Huh?”

“I need something to, uh, to inflate. Kinda like a balloon but it doesn’t have to be exactly like it. Just, something to blow air into and tie off at the end.”

“Right, yeah. I know how a balloon functions.”

Mac ignored Jack’s snark and the older agent turned to search for the requested item in the restaurant itself when an idea struck him.

“Would a condom work?”

Mac paused, “Yeah, that’d work.”

Jack moved the junk to his other hand and reached into his back pocket and pulled out the aforementioned condom, handing it to Mac. Mac looked at the condom and then at Jack. “Why…?”

Jack smirked and raised his eyebrows suggestively.

Mac shook his head, “Never mind. Don’t need to know.”

—

Mac still had a few more weeks of recovery ahead of him. The PT was going well and the burns on his hands seemed like they wouldn't scar too bad, if at all.

Despite all the progress he’d made, it was still a struggle to move his hands. And for Mac, that was torture.

Bending his fingers too quickly was painful and some objects were rough against his still healing skin. It all made Mac upset and Jack saw just how upsetting it was.

They were sitting on Mac’s couch, Jack pretending to watch a movie while he sneakily eyed Mac as the man in question got lost in his own head. His fingers seemed to twitch even more now that they were hurting and Jack knew Mac would do anything for some kind of distraction.

So, the delta reached into his pocket and pulled out a mesh stress ball. He’d put it in there while at the store, completely forgetting about it, and ended up stealing it; he’d picked it up in the first place with the intent of giving it to Mac at some point anyway.

Jack reached over for Mac’s hand and gently turned it over to place the ball in his palm. Mac gave him a tired look but started squeezing the ball. He continued squeezing after several moments and once Jack realized he’d done good, he turned back to the movie, glancing at Mac occasionally, seeing him still slowly squishing the ball.

Not even thirty minutes go by before a faint pop! sounded from the general area of Mac and something warm and slimy smacked Jack in the face. Jack looked over to his partner and saw a trail of green slime inching down his face from his hair, his eyes squeezed shut, and a now deflated stress ball in his hands.

“Mac.”

“Sorry.”

—

Jack popped out of cover, getting three shots off before the guys on the other side of the warehouse got a few shots off themselves and he fell back behind the box he and Mac were using for protection.

“Anytime now, Mac!”

“Working on it!” Mac was very clearly working on it. Jack wasn’t sure the exact details of what “it” was but he was promised something explosive and that was all he needed.

The firefight continued as Mac took his time building his makeshift bomb. He looked up at hearing the click of Jack’s now empty gun. That was the last clip too.

“Mac!”

“Just another second!”

The goons were still firing their weapons from their places scattered about the “abandoned” building but they were likely to realize soon that the dudes who interrupted their illegal activities had stopped firing back.

“Okay, okay. Done!” Mac said as a bullet ricocheted past his head. He reached behind him to the matchbook he planned to use to light. “Oh, dammit.”

“What? What’s the problem?”

Mac picked up the matchbook, soaking wet after it had managed to land in a small puddle of water, now completely useless. The pair looked at each other and Jack was a little worried at the slight fear in Mac’s eyes. The bullet storm from the baddies had all but ended and then Jack remembered.

He frantically went for one of his inner jacket pockets and pulled out several loose matches, quickly handing them to Mac. A look of surprise replaced Mac’s scared one as he lit a match.

“The moment I throw this, run.”

“Don’t gotta tell me twice, hoss.”

—

It was unfortunate how used to the scents and sounds of a hospital they were. It practically came with the job, being in a hospital waiting room, if not the hospital bed itself.

Riley had been shot. She was currently in surgery and the doctor who’d talked to the two other agents had assured them that if all went well, she would be fine.

Jack remained worried, of course. It was his job to worry, after all. Mac was worried too but it was obvious by his pacing he was feeling guilty as well.

Riley had shielded him from the bullet. It was supposed to hit him. Now she was the one in surgery, getting a bullet removed from her back when it should’ve been him. She didn’t deserve this.

Jack had been watching him like a hawk the whole time. Mac knew he was making him worry, which just made him feel worse. He shouldn’t be making Jack worry about both his kids, especially when one was more deserving of that worry than the other. Mac's unhealthy train of thought came to a stop when Jack spoke up.

“Hey, Mac.” Jack motioned to the seat next to him and Mac sat down, avoiding eye contact.

They sat in silence for a moment before Jack reached into his front pocket and pulled out a paperclip. He moved it in front of Mac’s face, making sure he saw it, before he started talking again.

“I’m willing to bet that there’s no way in hell you can bend this into…the Eiffel Tower.”

Mac scoffed, “Jack, you’ve seen me do it before.”

“The hell I have!”

“You have! We were in Paris trying to take down that arms dealer, remember?”

“Nope. Not ringing any bells.”

Jack smiled and Mac smiled back. The younger agent knew what his partner was up to and Jack knew he knew. Mac took the paperclip, happy to be distracted, and started bending it.

—

It was their first mission without Jack.

If anyone had noticed that the jacket Mac was wearing was Jack’s, no one acknowledged it.

It was a little too big on him, but that was okay. It was comforting, in a way. It felt like Jack was still there. Still protecting him.

During their mission, Mac had made a mistake. He hadn’t been able to focus properly since…well. A man had come at him with a knife and Mac froze. Luckily for him, Desi actually took her job seriously.

A good helping of blood had landed on Mac and therefore also on the jacket.

Mac didn’t want to wash the jacket. It still smelled like gunpowder and leather. Like Jack. But it was also starting to smell like blood and Mac was sure Jack wouldn’t be too happy about a bloodied jacket when he came back.

If he came back.

He’d eventually made up his mind and decided to wash the jacket.

Mac knew from experience that putting something in the wash before checking the pockets could lead to some kind of catastrophe, so he decided to empty out the pockets. He opened the zipper of one of the inner pockets and pulled out a folded piece of paper, simply labeled Mac. The man in question looked at it curiously, flipping it over and back before he folded it open.

Hey Mac,

I’m sorry I broke my promise. You should know that I didn’t want to leave if I didn’t have to. I know this seems like something I don’t have to leave for but, trust me, I do. Irregardless, my place will always be by your side. And don’t you worry, I promise I’ll be back as quick as I can. If you’ll have me, of course. Tell the others I love them.

Love you kid,

Jack

Mac wondered if Jack had anticipated Mac taking his clothes or if this was something he was supposed to read at all.

Either way, the short note brought some comfort to Mac, like his partner was still checking up on him despite his absence.

Mac slipped the note in his back pocket and put the jacket in the wash, a smile of his face.

[coulsons-fullmetal-cellist]

Only One Pillow

(Dieter x horror loving female)

Words: 1, 017

Summary: my take on the only one bed trope!

Warnings: way too much fluffy adorable stuff you’ll get cute aggression and start punching things! Also pancakes!

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Night comes with its own noise, a little more muted version of the daytime. Most people were ready for sleep while those wanting to stay up a little longer were adding to the quieting noise, making it last just a little longer.

You were one of those not adding any night-time noise to the mix. You were ready for peace and quiet after an arduously long workday. Exhaustion was creeping its claws up you. Teeth brushed and clad in pyjamas, you were ready for bed. But the knock at your door was an unexpected occurrence. Hoping it was just someone who got lost, you looked through your peephole. Recognising that adorable face, you opened the door and Dieter enveloped you in his warmth. You welcomed it, breathing in his safe, comforting scent.

“What are you doing here?”

“I just got back, and I really wanted to see you.”

“Really?”

“Really really. Fuck I missed you.”

He then took note of your bedtime ready appearance, “Oh, I came at a bad time, didn’t I?”

You were trying not to yawn, “I was just about to go to bed.”

“Shit, sorry. I didn’t realise it was so late. I could get my driver to come back.”

“No, you can stay a little if you want,” you were trying not to fall asleep against Dieter’s broad chest.

“Really?”

“Really really. I haven’t seen you for a while and I missed your smell.”

“Oh no, I stink, don’t I?”

You hummed in response, “It’s a nice Dieter smell.”

“I was once with this girl who said my smell was offensive. Messed with her aura or something.

You continued to hum, happy and content. He noticed this, “Have you fallen asleep?”

You looked up at him, not convincing him of how not tired you were. “I should go, you’re tired.”

He turned to leave but you kept him in your hug. “No. Could you at least stay until I fall asleep?”

“You don’t mind?” you shook your head and led him to the bedroom.

“Are you sure you want me in your bed with you?” you nodded, “Okay, but I’ll leave once you’re asleep.” You hoped he would stay longer but nodded nonetheless.

It became apparent that there was going to be a slight problem. “Sorry, I only have one pillow.”

“That’s okay, honey cakes.”

“I’m sure I could MacGyver something up,” but your brain was too fogged up to come up with a solution.

“I’m sure we can manage.” He hopped onto the bed while you got under the covers. He laid his head on one side of the pillow but that left you with very limited room. “Sorry my head is too big.”

In the end, you decided to use your boyfriend as a pillow. And he was a very comfortable one at that, with you falling asleep as soon as you shut your eyes.

Dieter kissed the top of your head, telling himself he would only rest for five minutes before leaving you to your slumber.

*****

Your pillow was still warm in the morning. And it was moving. You lifted your head to realise that Dieter was softly snoring away. You moved to get a better look, but this caused him to stir. Stretching the sleep out of him, he opened his eyes and the first thing he noticed was you.

“Morning,” you said.

“Morning,” he mumbled back, hoping for a kiss but as soon as the words processed his newly awoken brain, he bolted upright, “Morning? It’s morning?”

“Yes.”

“Oh god, No, no. I slept too long!” his panic was interrupted by your giggles, “What’s so funny?”

“You just quoted Ash Williams in the Army of Darkness alternate ending.”

Dieter shook off the obvious confusion on his face, “I told myself I was only going to stay five minutes.”

“It’s fine.”

“No, I overstepped a boundary.”

“Dieter, it’s fine.”

He moved to get off the bed, “I should go.”

“I’ll make us breakfast.”

He was almost off the bed, “No, I should go.”

“I’ll make pancakes.”

 “Okay.” He flopped back onto the bed like a rag doll, making you giggle again.

He realised he had yet to kiss you so gravitated towards you and you did the same. Noses magnetised to one another before lips met each other in gentle kisses. You both lazily languished there until your bladder reminded you of reality.

You bypassed the bedroom on the way from the bathroom to the kitchen. Dieter was very much playing the role of Sleeping Beauty, so you removed his boots to make his feet more comfortable.

You had just poured batter for a third pancake when arms lovingly snaked their way around you, gentle kisses pressed into the back of your neck.

“How did you get your pancakes to turn out so good?” he asked.

“Practice.”

“I did, but they still end up burnt or raw. Or both.”

You raised your spatula in demonstration, “Do you see those bubbles? You wait until there’s a lot of them, and the edges are changing colour.” You easily flipped the pancake to show its lovely golden goodness.

“Why didn’t anyone tell me this before?”

“Did no one teach you?”

“Nope, was left to fend for myself. How’d you learn?”

“Read about it in a book.”

“Ah, the classic Disney Princess approach.”

After he untangled himself from you, he accepted some supervised flipping and managed a few pancakes on his own. He proudly took the perfectly uneven stack of pancakes to your small dining table while you brought the rest of breakfast. Both of you ate in contemptable silence, occasional hums of approval sounded off. He helped with the clean-up, him being quite good at drying with the towel. Eventually the mornings happiness was interrupted by the ding of Dieter’s phone.

“Sorry, my driver is coming to pick me up soon.” He enveloped you back into his warmth. “I’ll miss you.”

You would’ve stayed in that embrace forever but you both had to go back to the reality of life.

“Feel free to sleepover anytime you want.”

“Really?”

“Really really.”

Films referenced: Army of Darkness (1992)

Lovingly tagging @boliv-jenta @simpingcowboy @ellenmunn @o-sacra-virgo-laudes-tibi @brilliantopposite187 @chaithetics @myloveistoolittle

[softspaceboibrian]

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy || Chapter 5 || Eddie Munson

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Y/N Henderson || I used she/her pronouns, but there is no actual physical description, so the pronouns can be switched with whatever anyone wants or prefers!

Summary: Eddie goes to Y/N for comfort, but finds out that she needs comfort herself too.

Warnings: the Chrissy-accident, nightmare, mean talk; a lot of comfort and domesticity; fluff and feelings finally being considered!! (which isn't really a warning, just a hurray!). oh, yes, lousy writing as always.

WC: 5719

A/N: this chapter was challenging to write. I have a plan for the following few chapters, also. hopefully, you will like them like the first ones. also, thank you for your support, especially those that have messaged me and left a comment! I really, really appreciate it &lt;;3

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“Eddie?” She looked at the man lying on her floor, taking a few steps towards him, but still gripping onto the heavy book in her hand, ready to throw it if it turned out to be someone else. However, when the man eventually pulled himself up, he looked shocked, freak out. At that point Y/N threw the book unto her bed and ran to him, not sure what to say or do. “Eddie, why are you here? Is everything okay?” Eddie didn’t answer. He wouldn’t even look at her, and not like when he was embarrassed of his blushing cheeks or he was trying to hide a smirk. He was shaking. “Hey, Eddie. It’s okay. Whatever it was, it's gone. You’re here with me now, okay?” This time she didn’t try and wait for any form of response, she just took him by the hand and guided him to her bed, making room for him to sit there. “Can I bring you anything? Water? A cup of tea? Some warm milk, maybe?” She started making her way towards the door, but she was immediately stopped by Eddie grabbing her arm.

“Please, don’t leave me alone.” Eddie’s voice was shaking just as much as his body was, and Y/N’s heart broke. She had no idea what could have happened and she wasn’t sure forcing him to talk about it would be a good idea. So, she turned back around and walked in front of him. In all of those years of observing him from afar, she had never, ever imagined she would have ended up seeing him this shaken.

She stood there, in front of him, almost between his legs. She wanted to look at his face, to make sure he wasn’t hurt, but he kept hiding it from her. “I’m here, okay? I won’t leave. I promise.” She whispered, as she moved her hand to his hair, brushing them gently, trying to calm him down. Next thing she knew, Eddie’s arms snaked around her waists, pulling her closer to him and burying his face against her stomach. Y/N’s heart sank at the sight of the man shaking uncontrollably right there in front of her, and there wasn’t much she could do, so she just kept stroking his hair and his back, humming a random lullaby that came to her mind, in the hope it could help him calm down. However, she was completely shocked to feel wetness touch her skin through her t-shirt. At first, she was scared it might be blood, since he still hadn’t given her the chance to make sure he was okay, but soon she realised he was crying. “That’s it, love, you’re safe now.” She whispered and moved around in his embrace so that she could take a seat next to him, but he protested, too worried she was going to leave. “Hey, I’m not going anywhere, okay? Let me take a seat here, next to you.” She had never been this calm in her entire life. The previous summer, when all that shit with the Russians and the Mind Flayer went down, adrenaline had kicked in and she had acted like she was the daughter of Sherlock Holmes, G.I. Joe and MacGyver all together. But now, seeing Eddie like that, some sort of motherly impulse had taken control of her, and all she wanted to do was to make sure he was okay. Yes, she also wanted to know what had happened, so that she could kill whoever had done that to him. But first, Eddie. “How about you lie down and you put your head here, on my lap?” She put her hands on Eddie’s shoulders and guided him, until his head was on her legs. “That’s it. Good.” She whispered, moving hair out of his face, more as a way to make sure he wasn’t hurt. “Take deep breaths. You’re safe.” She could feel his hand gripping onto her leg, but she didn’t mind, he wasn’t hurting her. “Good. Very good.” She kept talking to him, to let him know she was still there, that she wasn’t going anywhere.

They stayed there, in that position for probably 10 minutes, Eddie’s head lying in her lap, him holding onto her legs, as she ever so gently caressed his cheek. Her hands were so soft, her fingers always a bit cold, even with the warm weather that spring had brought that year. But he didn’t mind the coolness as long as it was her hands. They stayed in silence, and he tried to match his breath to hers as much as possible. Eventually Eddie stopped shaking. The images were still there, the sounds so vivid, so alive in his head. But her presence grounded him enough to be able to stop whimpering whenever a sound came from outside her window.

At one point, her voice broke the silence, as soft and gentle as ever. “If you want to talk about it, just know that I’m here. When you’re ready.”

“You won’t believe me” He whispered. And he could already feel tears pooling at the corner of his eyes. Not again, please.

“Try me.” Her reply was quick, which confused Eddie.

He stayed there with his head on her legs for a few more moment, but then decided to sit up. He immediately moved closer to her, leaving no room between their bodies, the urge to feel her body next to his was too strong. She was the only thing keeping him sane at the moment. Eddie took her hand in his, intertwining his fingers with hers, his thumb stroking the soft skin of the back of her hand. He took a deep breath. He wanted to tell her. He needed to tell her, or he would go insane. “Her body was just, like, lifted into the air.” He spoke quietly, words coming out of his mouth almost like a whisper. “And, uh… and she just, like, hung there. In the air.” His eyes filled with tears just at the thought of what had happened. “And her bones… uh, she…” He whimpered. “Her bones started to snap. And her eyes. It… it was like there was something, like, inside her head, pulling.” A tear slipped down his cheek. “I… I didn’t know what to do, so I… I ran away. I left her there.” He scoffed. “You think I’m crazy, right?”

Y/N shook her head, raising a hand to wipe away the tear from his face. “No, I don’t think you’re crazy.”

“Don’t bullshit me, Y/N! I know how this sounds!” He raised his voice. Why was she being this calm? Why wasn’t she disturbed or freaked out by this?

“I’m not bullshitting you, Eddie. I believe you.” She whispered. Her hand was still on his cheek, stroking it gently in a hope to calm him down. “And I know a few other people that would also believe you, starting with my brother.”

“Don’t bring your brother into this.” He almost begged. It might have been hard to believe, but he actually cared for Dustin Henderson. He cared about all the members of the Hellfire Club, they were his lost sheepies, as he would jokingly call them. But with him, with her brother, something had clicked, something different that he couldn’t really explain. And that was why he didn’t want to bring him into this. He was already risking way too much by telling her. But he needed her. He needed her like hell.

“Oh, honey, trust me: if you knew what my brother has been though in the last few years, you would want him to be here.” She said, offering him a kind smile. “As crazy as it may sound, Dustin’s my hero, and him and his friends have already saved this town three times at this point, but no one really knows that.” Eddie was extremely confused, and Y/N could see that. “Listen, what I’m about to tell you may be… difficult… to take in, okay? But you know how people say that Hawkins is… cursed? Well, they’re not… way off.” The confused expression didn’t leave the man’s face. “But I can’t explain it to you myself. You have to trust me, we need Dustin. He… he could explain everything to you. And I mean everything. He might even help you make sense of what you just went through. I know it’s sounds crazy but-”

“I trust you.” Eddie interrupted her, squeezing her hand and trying to move even closer to her. “But not right now, please. Right now, I just need to be with you. Only you.” He whispered, pressing his forehead against her shoulder, a wordless way of asking for a hug.

She smiled, placing a quick kiss on his head, before wrapping her arms around his shoulders, and pulling him in. “Then we’ll ask him tomorrow, okay?”

“Thank you.” He whispered into her hair, pulling himself as close as possible to her for a few moments, before letting go.

“Hey, how about we make ourselves comfortable, uh?” She said, shifting around the bed, sitting up with her back against the headboard. Eddie didn’t need much convincing, and immediately followed her, setting himself right next to her. He knew he had to give her space at some point, but at the same time he had to feel her presence, he had to have some sort of contact with her. Both their legs were stretched out over the covers, their shoulders pressed one’s against the other’s. “So,” She spoke after a few moments of silence. She didn’t really want to force him to talk about what he had just witnessed, but she was curious about one thing. “I don’t want to sound jealous or anything, but… could I ask you who this girl was?” She turned to look at him. “You obviously don’t own me anything, we barely went on a date. So, if you don’t want to tell me, it’s not-”

He interrupted her by grabbing her hand. “Chrissy Cunningham.” She knew she must have made a weird expression or something because of the face the man pulled in reaction. “She had approached me during lunch time to buy some… you know…”

“You can say it, it’s fine with me.” She reassured him.

“She wanted to buy weed.” He continued, starting to absentmindedly play with her fingers. “At least that’s what I thought she wanted. But then she asked me for something… stronger, and I don’t bring that kind of stuff to school, so I had to sell it to her tonight, after the game.” She nodded, and he wanted to die. Talking about his business in front of her made him feel ashamed. How could she want anything to do with someone like him? With a drug dealer? What did she see in him? “That’s why she came round to my place. I wasn’t cheating on you, I swear.”

“Eddie, we’re not together. You can do whatever you want.” She said, and it hurt her to say that. She obviously didn’t want him to go around and flirt with other people, she wanted him to spend time with her, to flirt with her, to kiss her. But that first part was true, they weren’t together.

Little did she know that Eddie was going through a very similar thought process. Yeah, well, I know we’re not together yet, but I don’t want to do whatever I want. Or, actually, I do want to do it, but that’s the thing. You are what I want. Not some other girl. He sighed. “Right…” He whispered, obviously disappointed.

After that, silence fell on the room. The only sounds were those coming from outside, the wind rustling the leaves, birds singing. Y/N shifted slightly so to be able to lay her head on his shoulder. But then Eddie moved too, opening his arms, as a way of inviting her to lay her head on his chest. She quickly raised a corner of her mouth in a half smile, before setting there. As she laid her head on his chest, she could hear his heart beating. And it was beating like crazy. He must still be in shock, she thought to herself, as she wrapped her arms around his torso. She had imagined a moment like that hundreds of times, especially in the last few days, but she never thought it would have come after Eddie had witnessed a girl being possessed and killed by some invisible forces in mid-air. She had hoped it would have happened during a date, maybe a night-in at his place, watching a movie. He would be sitting at the end of the couch, leaning slightly against the arm rest. It would be late and she would start to feel sleepy. And he would notice, so he would call her name and gesture her to move closer, to settle against his chest. Then they would go on watching the movie like that, her arms around his waists, him playing with her hair, until she fell asleep. And maybe she would even stay over for the night. But that wasn’t a date. He was there because he needed comfort and support. And that was what she wanted to do: help him.

Her hands had found their way under his jacket, and were now lying on his side. She started to absentmindedly draw circles on his t-shirt, as she took in his now familiar scent. She forced herself to keep her eyes open, afraid she would otherwise fall asleep, but when eventually Eddie moved his hands to her hair, brushing them and playing with them, just like she had imagined, a shy smile appeared on her lips, and only then she allowed herself to close her eyes, enjoying the moment.

However, at one point, the air seemed to change, to get colder. At first, she blamed the window which was still open from before. But then, Eddie stood up from where he was sitting, leaving her lying there, confused. She turned to look at him, trying to understand if he needed anything or if he wasn’t feeling alright. Maybe the images from before are still disturbing him. He had is back to her, so she couldn’t see what he was doing. “Eddie?” She called his name, getting up from the bed. She took a few steps, until she was close enough to put a hand on his arm. “Is everything okay?” She asked.

“You don’t understand it, do you?” He snapped around, grabbing her by the wrist. She looked at him confused, scared even. “Y/N, I don’t like you. I’m only here because I need you to graduate this year. You’re a means to an end to me, can’t you see it?”

She tried to free herself from his grip, wriggling around with her arm. “Eddie, where is this coming from?”

He tightened his grip on her. “You really think anyone would want to be with you for who you are? Really? You’re pathetic.” His eyes grew darker, his voice louder. “You think you’re so smart and quirky because of all the books you read, don’t you? Well, you’re wrong. You’re just pathetic.”

“Eddie, I… I’m sorry…” Tears started filling up her eyes. “I thought… I thought we were becoming friends…”

He finally let go of her. “Friends? You really thought anyone would want to be your friend? You thought I would want to be your friend?” He laughed a dry, almost evil laugh. “No, wait.” He started walking towards her. “Don’t tell me you thought I was getting feelings for you.” She took a step back, and another, until her calves were now pressed against the frame of the bed, and tears started falling. “No one wants to be with you, Y/N. Not even your friends.”

“Eddie, please…” Her voice cracked. What had happened? Everything seemed so peaceful only moments ago, and now… what was happening?

“Those people you call friends… they pity you.” He kept getting closer to her, and somehow his figure seemed to get bigger and bigger with every step he took. “Oh, and you should hear the things your brother says about you behind your back!” He laughed again. She looked at him and she couldn’t recognise him: it was him, or rather, it was his body, but something in his eyes was different.

“Eddie, stop, please…” She cried.

“Eddie, stop, please!” He mocked her. He was now standing only a few inches away from her. Tears fell uncontrollably down her cheeks. That wasn’t him.

Eddie had closed his eyes only for a few seconds when he started hearing sobs coming from the girl. She was still there, lying against his chest. At first, he thought he must have imagined it. He was tired after all. He kept looking at her in silence. The room was dark, but a light came from the street and through the window, shedding just enough light on her face to allow him to see tears rolling down her cheeks. “Y/N” His voice was soft as he tried to call her. But no response. The girl was now wincing, kicking even. “Hey, Y/N, I’m here.” He tried to call her again, a bit louder this time, but still no response. “Y/N, wake up!” This time his voice was clear as he shook her physically.

Finally, the girl opened her eyes, but she was so scared, that she immediately started to back away from him. Tears were now falling uncontrollably down her face, and she got up from the bed, hands in front of her as if she was trying to defend herself. She murmured something, but he couldn’t really make out the words.

“Y/N, it was just a bad dream.” He said, getting off the bed and trying to get close to her, but she wouldn’t let him. She obviously thought she was still in dreaming.

“Please, stop.” She cried, tripping over something and falling to the floor. “Please…” She looked away, hiding her face.

Eddie had not clue what to do, how to wake her up. A part of him told him he should’ve gone and called Dustin, because he would have known how to actually wake her up. But no one could know he was there, especially not Dustin, or he would start asking millions of questions and they would never get out of that. So, he kneeled, trying to get as close as possible to her. He opened his hand, putting them up in the air as a sign of surrender, hoping that it would help her understand he didn’t want to hurt her or anything. “I promise, Eddie, I’ll leave you alone from now on.” She cried. And at those words, his heart dropped. He was in her nightmare.

“I don’t want you to leave me alone, princess.” He said, still kneeling in front of her, but keeping a safe distance, not wanting to freak her out even more.

Princess. As a trigger, the word brought her back to reality. It was only then that she realised she was on the floor, crouched in a corner, with her back pressed against the wall behind her. Eddie was on the floor just like her, kneeling a few inches away from her. She looked around her room, trying to look for other signs that she was awake, that she was no longer dreaming. A bird chirped outside her bedroom window. It must have been a good sign, right?

“Hey, princess. It’s okay, you’re awake.” Eddie’s voice was now back to normal, warm, reassuring. She sighed deeply before launching herself into his arms. “There, there.” He whispered, closing his arms around her small, shaking figure, pressing a kiss on top of her head. “You’re safe, love.” He whispered the words she had said to him when he had burst into her bedroom, those words that made him feel at home.

“You said mean things to me.” She cried into his chest, holding tightly onto his t-shirt.

He sighed, sitting properly on the floor and pulling her into his lap. “It was just a bad dream, love. I promise. The Eddie you saw wasn’t me, and whatever he said, it’s not true.”

“It felt so real.” She couldn’t stop sobbing. He could feel her struggling for air at that point, but even if he tried to give her some space to breathe, she still kept her face buried in his chest.

“I know, princess.” He rocked her gently, placing now and again soft kisses on top of her head.  “But it was just a nightmare. Everything’s okay now. I’m here. The real me.” His voice slowly calmed her down. “I want to be here with you.” He reassured her.

Eddie didn’t know how long the stayed on the floor for. He set his back against the side of the bed, and held the girl in his lap with so much care, as if she were a child. His fingers moved carefully between her hair, brushing them, braiding them, as he kept rocking her ever so gently. With his mouth pressed on the crown of her head, he hummed Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy, being it the only Queen song that came to his mind. At first, he wasn’t sure that it could help her, but when he stopped after a couple of times of humming the chorus, he felt her grip on his shirt tighten and a soft voice whisper against his own chest “Don’t stop, please.”. And so, he kept on humming. They stayed there on the floor, in that position, until Y/N was calm enough to move back to her bed. But even then, she still kept her arms around Eddie, his t-shirt in her hands, not sure she really wanted to let go of him. She laid once again her head on his chest, an ear pressed on the left side, his heartbeat a lullaby to calm her nerves and keep her grounded.

It was crazy to think how that night had gone. That evening at Hellfire Club had possibly been one of the coolest Hellfire Club’s meetings they had ever had: everyone had loved that last mission; even Sinclair’s little sister, who had swept in last minute and, in an unforeseeable turn of events, had saved the squad from certain doom. Everyone complimented him on the great campaign he had created, which made him happy. But then when he went home the thing with Chrissy happened. He had run, he had abandoned her there. He could have called the police. He should have called the police. Instead, he had run to her. He had literally thrown himself through her window just to be able to hug her. And when he had started to finally relax, her nightmare happened. Could he have caused her the nightmare by telling her what had happened? Did she have a nightmare because she was already feeling guilty for keeping his secret? Was she in danger now because of his impulsive choice? Also, apparently, he was in her nightmare. What did she dream about? What did he do in her nightmare? Did he hurt her? Why did she say she would leave him alone? He didn’t want to be left alone, especially not now, especially not by her.

With his arms still around her and those thoughts running through his head, Eddie tried not to fall asleep. He wanted to stay awake, alert for the rest of the night, he wanted to be there, ready to help her in case she might have another nightmare. However, when Y/N started to gently trace abstract figures on his side, it was it for him. His eyelids became heavy, he could barely keep his eyes open, and not even twenty seconds later he was sleeping.

When he opened his eyes again, it was morning. He was lying on his side, facing the window. Sunshine came in the room, softly washing over the dark-wood furniture. He blinked a couple of times, his eyes taking time to adjust to the new, warm light of the morning. He stretched his legs and arms, realising only then that he had slept with his jacket on, which he didn’t mind, since they had forgot to close the window. He looked around the room, smiling when he recognised the posters on the walls. He rolled over; a smile already present on his lips at the thought of her lying beside him. However, the smile quickly faded when he realised that she wasn’t there. “Y/N?” He called her name, sitting up and looking around, thinking she might have been sitting at her desk and maybe he was still too sleepy to have noticed her. But she wasn’t. What the hell? He quickly got off the bed, confused. Where is she? He kept asking himself, still looking around the room as if she would just magically appear out of nowhere, or hoping he could just realise she had been there the entire time, and he simply hadn’t noticed her. But as he slowly woke up, he came to terms with the fact that he was alone in that room. Her deep green Converse were still there, on the floor, where he had noticed them the previous night. Everything seemed to be how he remembered it from the night before. So, where the hell was her? He rubbed his eyes, moving hair away from his face. He wasn’t sure what to do. His gut told him to go look for her outside of the bedroom, but another part of him was terrified at the thought of meeting her mother in the kitchen or something. He took a quick glance at the alarm on her side table. 7:18. It’s pretty early on a Saturday morning, especially on the first day of spring break. She should still be in bed, it’s her right. He thought, maybe she’s in the bathroom. Yes, that seems like a logical explanation to why she isn’t here. That must be it. He took a seat at the end of the bed. His eyes were fixed on the door, as he bounced his leg up and down. He didn’t know for how long he stayed like that, staring at the door handle, waiting for it to move. He turned to look again at the alarm on the side table. 7:31. I need to look for her. What if she went in the bathroom and felt sick? What if she went to the kitchen and something happened? It must have been the anxiety related to the Chrissy-accident talking, but he had to make sure she was okay.

He got off the bed and walked to the door, opening it very quietly. He stuck his head out first, just enough to look both ways and make sure he could walk out. He silently made his way to what he supposed was the bathroom. The door was closed, so he ever so gently knocked on it, whisper-shouting her name, and then staying quiet for a few moments, waiting for an answer. Nothing. He tried once more, but still nothing. He sighed, looking again both ways down the corridor, now paying attention to the other doors. The one he remembered being Mrs Henderson’s room was closed, which he took as a good sign, she must still be asleep. Dustin’s room, on the other hand, from what he had gathered, was on the other side of the house, meaning he couldn’t really make sure whether he was still asleep or not. A teen boy on vacation? He has to be sleeping, he thought to himself. So, quietly, he tiptoed down the corridor, aiming for the kitchen. However, he immediately froze when he heard sounds coming from there. Fuck, fuck, fuck, maybe Mrs Henderson wasn’t still asleep? He stayed there, still like a statue, even holding his breath, trying to understand who it was. Something clinked, like silverware against a dish or something. Then someone hummed. Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy. He smiled, allowing himself to breathe again. He took a few steps until he was standing in the kitchen doorway.

The TV in the corner was turned on, the volume was a low as possible so that she could barely make out the words, and it was showing re-runs of Scooby-Doo. Y/N was sitting at the table, as she ate a bowl full of Cocoa Krispies and milk. A glass of dark red orange juice sitting in front of her, right next to a very worn-out copy of The Colour of Magic by Terry Pratchett, open page-side down to keep track of the last page she must have read. She was sitting with her legs crossed on the chair, her hair in the messiest bun he had ever seen on anyone. He hadn’t really had the opportunity to look at her the previous night, and now he couldn’t help but smile at the already oversized t-shirt that she was wearing, which, on her, looked as if it had belong to giant. She looked so… soft. A part of him wanted to stay there, in silence, lean against the doorpost and just admire her. But he chose against it, not wanting to seem like a creep. So, he simply walked in the room. “Y/N?” He spoke quietly, not wanting to startle her.

The girl turned her head in his direction, and smiled when she realised it was him. “Eddie!” She stood up from where she was sitting and walked to him, wrapping immediately her arms around him. “Sorry I left you alone there, but you were sleeping so soundly.”

He smiled, hugging her back and placing a soft kiss on top of her head. “Don’t worry.” Just imagine waking up like this every morning. Imagine waking up to her every day.

“Do you want some breakfast?” She asked, reluctantly pulling away from him. “We have cereal, I can make you some PB&J, scrambled eggs. Anything you want, just ask.” She said, walking towards the cabinet to take out what she needed.

He chuckled as he took a seat at the table next to where she was previously sitting. “Cereal is fine. It’s what I would have had at my place anyway.” He said, stress coming over him as he thought about the trailer. His uncle would be home any minute now.

“Then, cereal it is!” She took out a bowl and a spoon for him, placing them on the table in front of him. “Did you sleep well?” She asked him as she sat again in her chair, immediately pulling both legs up: she was sitting similarly to how she was when he had first walked in, with her legs almost resembling a pretzel, but now a leg was higher, her heel resting on the edge of the seat, using her knee as an armrest. He had noticed it in class too, that she would always be sitting in some unusual way. But now, seeing her there, in her own habitat, he noticed that she actually sat in the weirdest positions. And how she managed to, he had no idea? He was barely flexible enough to cross his legs once in a while, whereas she looked like some contortionist from the circus. He loved it.

“Actually, yes. I thought I wouldn’t be able to even just close my eyes after what happened last night. But it turns out you have quite a relaxing effect on me.” He smiled, as he poured some cereal in his bowl, before drowning them in milk. He could see her blush in the corner of his eye. “How about you? Did you manage to fall back asleep?”

She shook her head. “Nope. But I didn’t really want to. So, I stayed up all night.” He now had his mouth full of a spoonful of cereal. But he stopped nonetheless to look at her confused. Why didn’t she want to sleep? “But don’t worry, I re-read most of this.” She said proudly, picking up the book from the table, and showing him how few pages left she had to read.

“You could have woken me up, I could have kept you company.” He said, feeling bad for having slept the entire night as she struggled to keep herself awake.

“You looked too peaceful to wake you.” She said, looking at him straight in the eyes. And he was the one blushing. But he didn’t hide it this time. He was done hiding his emotions from her.

They stayed quiet for a few minutes, as they both finished their breakfast, distractedly watching the new Scooby-Doo episode. However, neither of them really could care less about what was on TV. Y/N’s leg, the one that was previously propped up, was now slowly swinging in front of her chair, while Eddie stretched his legs out in front of him, so they were now invading her space. Eddie felt like a child as his heart beat louder whenever their legs made contact under table. He wanted that every day. He wanted to drive her home on school nights, but then wake up next to her on the weekends. And maybe she wanted it too. Eddie could feel his entire body pushing him closer to her, his own lips starting to move, as if he was going to tell her something. But something else interrupted that moment. When he turned around, Dustin was walking into the kitchen, his curly hair all over the place, the signs left by the pillow still on his face.

“Hey sis” He yawned, walking to the fridge. “Hey Eddie” He added, opening the fridge door. Both Eddie and Y/N froze in their seat, looking at each other. What the fuck? Eddie mouthed, hoping the girl would just talk for him or tell him what to do. But when they moved back their gaze to the boy, he was now turning slowly around, like one of those comic scenes in a sitcom. Dustin looked at the man sitting at the table, then his sister, he blinked a few times, and rubbed his eyes, thinking maybe he was still dreaming or he was seeing things. When he opened his eyes once again and met Eddie’s, he knew he was fully awake. “What the fuck? Eddie? Why are you here?”

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[whateverfiction]

I’m post-starved.

Okay so, I finished the Cold War campaign on last week of December before the new year for 2024. I think it was the 29th.

I loved it.

Every damn second.

There’s so much I have to say that’s going to have to be divided into a few posts because wow.

I just want to start off with talking about the general gameplay.

The gameplay was immersive for me. I kept having these moments where I just wouldn’t think at all and I’d be diving forward ahead of Adler in the KGB mission, trying to kill enemies. I got a little too excited and died a good few times.

This is something that never happens to me. I never just forget myself when playing a game. I haven’t been like that until now. Don’t get me wrong, I will get lost in playing a game and spend hours because I like it but never like this.

It was like I thought I was James Bond or even Macgyver.

It was better than the new MW3 anyways. I actually ended up straying away from MW3.

All the characters were pretty good. Everyone was fleshed out enough to be just right within the safehouse interactions.

I’ve said it before but the evidence board to select a mission is genius. It’s just really neat and has relevance to the plot as we are trying to get evidence on Perseus to find him/stop him.

Seeing Hudson get punched by Frank Woods was satisfying. I was like “do it again.” And then, Adler stopped him from doing it again which is very reasonable, Trying not to let him loose his shit. But I felt disappointed. I wanted a turn but I wasn’t there in that cutscene. I actually had no reason to dislike Hudson, I just wanted a turn. I was like “ooo, that looked like it hurt.”

“do it again.”

I was expecting Adler to be way too serious. I was picturing him like to be like how Hudson is. But no, regardless of the fact I knew “Bell”, me, was being brainwashed, I was like, “he’s kinda nice??”

Fracture Jaw really had me like, “He’s friendly. Kinda like that.” Actually forgot if only for five minutes. Like how? Even knowing the main thing that creates the plot, being “Bell’s brainwashed mind, it still had a pull on me.

I think maybe that’s why I didn’t just watch or hear the revelation of it all, but also felt it. I can’t describe what I felt in the moment of how the revelation came to be for even though i knew “bell” was brainwashed before playing, I didn’t know how it’d be revealed to the character.

It hit deep. Real deep. I was still thinking about it after three hours, no joke.

It might’ve broken me for a while and when I figure out how to explain what I felt…….

I will.

I might actually make a few more posts on this. I’ll definitely try anyways.

There's a whole lot more I want to say but I'll make a few other posts for that.. This isn't the last time I'll talk about the campaign, that's for sure.

Addicted to imitating the hell out of "we got a job to do" and any other variation of that.

[storybookprincess]

some fun library anecdotes as of late:

- i’ve started doing weekly general knowledge trivia on a white board right by the circ desk. there’s a kids’ question & an adults’ question & they change every week. the adults are getting SUPER invested in it. they’ll come in needing to fax documents to their insurance provider or something similarly important but stop short and go “WAIT!!!! i cannot proceed until i’ve named the 5 great lakes!!!!!”

- i made a display for halloween of ya horror with a sign proclaiming “these books will scare your pants off!” & then somehow macgyvered a pair of pants to stand seemingly unsupported upside down on the table with the books. people are losing their shit over the pants & it’s a delight. (despite this, i haven’t gotten a single actual check out from the display)

- felt like an actual celebrity yesterday when i ran into a family of regular patrons at the supermarket & when the son saw me he shouted “MS LIV!!!!!!” & i’m gonna be riding that high for a while

- on the other hand, got yelled at by a patron today bc we no longer keep a full collection of encyclopedias at our small branch bc they’re so damn expensive. he didn’t actually need to look something up, though, bc i asked. he just wanted something to complain about & i’m frankly offended that he picked something that trivial instead of one of the many legitimately obnoxious things we’ve been doing in the library, like the aforementioned pants

[selfindulgentfandomstuff]

“And I killed every last one of them! Tell me, Dr. Becker, what makes you any different?”

“I’m not. I mean, I don’t think I’m particularly unique as psychologists go.. but I do think that you’re different…” Emmett replied honestly.

Murdoc cocked his head to the side as he settled back into his chair, thinking about what that could possibly mean.

“I think there’s probably some really interesting shit you keep locked up in your head that I’d be very interested in hearing about. I’m just here to listen. Listen and learn.”

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Erhmm I kinda don’t like this one very much but I’m posting it bc I worked too long on it not too lol 😂

Anyways.. fake screenshot of the scene in my “MacGyver cartoon in my brain” where Emmett first visits Murdoc as the Phoenix Foundation psychologist sent to profile him and get info on his criminal associates that may pose public risk!

As you can see, Murdoc is … not super nice at first but it’s cool, he gets over himself and finds that he actually really likes this psychologist they’ve sent him!!

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Proshippers DNI

[clockworkreapers]

How will the main 6 be in a universe where the hemospectrum got swapped (rust become the highest while fuchsia the lowest)?

Hmm Iv done a blood swap before where I flip their blood colors but haven’t ever actually thought about a full social spectrum flip. Also I have a lot of questions on how that would work population wise is- like now are rusts are more rare and live longer and are more durable and fuchsias are abundant and live a short amount of time and are weak?

Just questions with the social swap but I’m going to say everything swaps then including all the biological stuff besides like mental powers and shit that relate to blood.

Sauron: he’d be royal and part of a very small circle right? So he’d have a lot of power and probably be a lot more emotional and softer since he’s allowed to be and people care about his well-being. Less afraid of the world around him but still enough for his anxieties to creep in when it’s “how do people view me, am I doing a good job.” He really wouldn’t have had as much bad luck growing up or in his adult life cuz the consequences for his actions would be so much lighter, less scars less mistrust of other trolls, less damage to his psyche. He’d still have his mental issues though, having depression and anxiety because your brain chemicals are fucky wont change if your social status does.

Falmea: see if she had none of the experiences and saw none of the shit she did growing up as one of the lowest social classes she would be so different. She’s still be brash and loud and very hot headed because that’s just her personality but the violence and the anger she harbors wouldent be there cuz she doesn’t need to fight to survive she doesn’t need to be the tough badass bitch that will fuck you up if you cross her. She’s probably be also way more oblivious to how the world works cuz well her life is going fine, she’s be the energetic entertaining outgoing loud friend at parties who can do whatever she wants.

Cyrusk: he would very likely stay military for the rest of his life get up in the ranks maybe even become one of the top ranks and get most of his time off just directing and organizing other trolls. He’d be pretty damn happy, higher social class im guessing he’d get more help for his disabilities so he’d get a much better prosthetic for his leg and his eye and left ear so he wouldn’t be half blind and def. He’d be a lot more comfy but maybe a bit more prone to indulgence and parties cuz he’s still an extrovert who really likes company.

Cybele: well she’s olive so she won’t much change being just bumped up like the equivalent of jade I guess? Hey maybe that means she can finally be a nurse! She’d absolutely love to be able to help people more, no matter how dirty the job is or how long helping people is always very rewarding to her the amount of work doesn’t matter. Both other than that I don’t think she would change at all.

Majell: she would be higher low class right? She’s probably be a bit less proper and a lot more aware of social issues cuz as much as Majell tries to understand and is part of that ecosystem she usually has a lot more power even then and can be a bit oblivious. If it’s flipped however yeah she is going to get that first hand experience, she’d likely try to push against it more strongly be more outspoken, more actively trying to make a difference in the system.

Helstm: He would be a lot different his core personality would still be there he’s still be a bit standoffish hed be a lot more “willing” to listen to people and do what he’s told cuz he’s have less grounds to just do what he wants. He’d be a lot more grown up personality wise because he would need to mature faster. I feel like because of that he’d have a much higher work ethic and probably be even more of a natural macgyver because he won’t have access to the expensive stuff. Without all his money and anything to his name or social status.

[bi-bard]

Miscellaneous Masterlist

A masterlist of any show/movie/project with less than four fics and only one character written about. This includes shows like 9-1-1, The Umbrella Academy, and The Rookie.

Navigation Guide

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9-1-1:

Evan “Buck” Buckley:

I’m Sorry… I’m a What

I Think It's Time You Marry Me

Adam [2009]:

Adam Raki:

Safe Place

Rambling

Freckles and Constellations

You're the Right Person, so It's the Right Time

The Bear:

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto:

Welcome Home

Interrogation

Kindness

The Blacklist:

Donald Ressler:

Soft

Well Earned 

Too Cold

This Is Not a Hospital

Threats

Ability

Day Off

Drinks

Aftermath

Of Course

Blood & Chocolate (2007):

Aiden Galvin:

Harsh Reality

It's Got Me Planning for the Future and Worrying About the Past

Bodyguard:

David Budd:

Christmas and New Years

I Stumbled in at the Wrong Time (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5)

Bones:

Lance Sweets:

Nervous

And All of the Nights Will Lead into the Night with Me

Charlie Countryman:

Nigel:

Theoretical

Letting Go

I Would’ve Stayed till Death Took Me Out but Then You Fucked Up and Gave Me the Gun

Confessions of a Shopaholic:

Luke Brandon:

Denial

Death Stranding:

Sam Porter Bridges:

Resting

Realignment

Downton Abbey: A New Era:

Jack Barber:

The Look

Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves:

Xenk Yendar:

Cruel Trick of Fate

Ella Enchanted:

Prince Charmont:

I Need to Save the Best for Last, I'm Serious

You Brought Heaven Down to Right Where I Stood

Five Nights at Freddy's [Movie]:

Mike Schmidt:

Babysitting

Gilmore Girls:

Dean Forester:

Fearless 

Jess Mariano:

Quizzing

Good Omens:

Aziraphale & Crowley:

The Angel, The Demon, and the University Student They "Adopted"

Crowley:

When a Demon Stumbles onto the Doorstep of a Bookshop

Gossip Girl [2021]:

Max Wolfe:

No Other Expectations

Insecurities & Loose Lips

Parties & Stubbornness

Haven:

Duke Crocker:

Touch 

House M.D:

Dr. James Wilson:

I Don’t Know What I Was Expecting

Commitment

Dr. Robert Chase:

Waste of Time

Ibiza: Love Drunk:

Leo West:

I Don’t Really Care About That

I Came By:

Toby Nealey:

Coming Back for You

The Invitation:

Walt Deville:

Lovely Night

Freedom [Part 2: The Right Choice] [Part 3: The Perfect Eternity]

Roses

Killing Eve:

Villanelle:

Calm Down

Kingsman Franchise:

Gary “Eggsy” Unwin:

New Year’s Kiss

Fights

I'm Wrong, Right?

Mission

Knives Out Franchise:

Benoit Blanc:

Christmas Day

The Last of Us:

Joel Miller:

Human Connection

Is It Insensitive for Me to Say Get Your Shit Together, So I Can Love You?

Fine

There's So Much I Wanna Tell You, But I Don't Know If It'll Fit

Tests

MacGyver (2016):

Angus MacGyver:

Field Work

The Collection of Failed Date Nights

The Mandalorian:

Din Djarin:

I Thought We Were…

Mr. Robot:

Elliot Alderson:

Who Have You Been Talking To?

The Path:

Cal Roberts:

Supportive

Three Things

Peaky Blinders:

Tommy Shelby:

Shock

Polar:

Duncan Vizla:

Stupid Mistakes

Prodigal Son:

Malcolm Bright:

An Extra Dose of Chaos (Criminal Minds Crossover)

Snow On Valentines Day

I’m Not a Party Kind of Person

Roar (Apple TV):

Bobby Bronson:

Drunk Mess

Robin Hood (2018):

Robin of Loxley:

Knock It Off

The Rookie:

Tim Bradford:

The Worst Day

Schitt’s Creek:

David Rose:

Dammit

New Adventures

Stevie Budd:

Helping Hand

Scream (TV Series):

Tom Martin (from season 2, episode 13):

Alive

Sweetbitter:

Jake:

Wanted

A Kind Act

But You’re Not Allowed, She’s Got You Under Lock and Chain

Uncomfortable Questions

Sick Day

Redefining Affection

No Big Deal (I Love You)

Utopia:

Thomas Christie:

How Much Did You Know?

Wolfblood:

Rhydian Morris:

NASA

Protective By Nature

[ash5monster01]

It Should Be Wrong

Pairing: Angus MacGyver x FemReader

Warnings: 18+, descriptive smut, dirty talk, strong language, p in v, oral (f receiving), confrontation, awkwardness, use of y/n

(I actually blacked out with this one so please know it is heavily rated R)

Summary: You never really saw Mac in a romantic or attractive way until one night the both of you get a little too drunk and find yourselves in bed. The worst part, it was the best you ever had.

word count: 2.9k

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You didn’t get it. Not at first. He was always just a friend and when girls looked his way you’d find yourself confused. Yeah he had a charming personality, honey dew skin, perfect blonde hair, and glowing blue eyes, but he was Mac. The same Mac you’d known for the entirety of your whole life. The boy that would blow spit balls in your hair and scare any guys you talked too off. So why was it you were in the position you are now with none other than Angus MacGyver himself?

“Holy fuck” your hazy voice fills the room around you. Hands tangled in that perfect blonde hair, Mac sat between your legs, and was giving you the best head of your life. You could still see the campfire glow out the windows of his room where the two of you had just been ‘drinking a few beers’.

Now he was eating you for all your worth, humming against your folds, and curling your toes. It was dirty, in every sense of the word. It’s not until his lips wrap around your clit do you find yourself tightening your thighs around his head. You would be concerned about suffocating him but the hum of delight he gives buzzes from your clit all the way up to your brain.

“I’m gonna cum Mac” you pant, almost embarrassed by how fucked out your voice is, especially towards him. You should be embarrassed it’s even him doing this to you. Yet hearing your words he only continues to eat you like a man starved and pushing you over the edge which has you trembling in seconds.

“Fucking delicious” he rasps and before you’ve even come down from your high he’s rolling you over with ease and propping your ass in the air. When did he get so strong? Before you even register what’s happening he’s slid into you at full force, pelvic bone pushing against your ass. “Damn baby, should’ve known you were tight”

“Shit, move, please” you beg and you don’t have to look to see the sly grin on the boys face as he pulls back and starts to pound into you. It’s filthy, dirty, and delicious. You should be concerned about no condom, but it’s Mac and you’re on the pill after all. The one guy you’ve known your whole life and trust entirely. You just never assumed you’d trust him in this situation.

“So fucking pretty” Mac murmurs, still pounding into you, your face smushing into the mattress. He lands a swift smack to your ass which has you muffling a yelp into the blankets in front of you. You know mascara is running down your face but your arousal was also running down your legs.

He was hitting all the right place and felt so good. Nothing separating either of you as you finally both did the one thing as best friends you claimed you’d never do. Suddenly his hand is wrapped in your hair and lifting you up to meet his thrusts. You go to whine but are stopped when his free hand reaches around and takes your breast into his hand.

“You like that baby? Me fucking you and holding these pretty tits?” he growls into your ear and in all the times you had pictured Mac in the bedroom you had never pictured him this intense and dirty.

“Yes Mac, wish you were sucking on them” and per your request he’s slipping out of you suddenly. You whine due to the loss of friction but he spins you back around and eases you onto the bed. His dick is red and angry, grazing across his abdomen and wet with your slick. You clench around nothing when he grabs himself at the base and realigns with your entrance. When did Mac get so fucking sexy?

“Such a dirty girl” he mutters with the shake of his head before he’s back inside of you. The moan you let out is pornagraphic and his own muffling haround your breast in seconds. The new angle from him bending down is delightful mixed with the sensation of his mouth taking time with each of your nipples. Now that you think about it, he hasn’t kissed you once since this all started.

“Kiss me Angus” you demand and Mac releases your nipple with a pop before giving you a slight smile. A glimpse of the gentle and kind man you usually know.

This isn’t how first kisses should go. Especially with one of your best friends in the entire world. This should’ve happened when you were fourteen and hiding out in the old treehouse. Not now when he was actually inside of you and you are both too drunk to consider the repercussions of this. Despite all of that Mac leans forward delicately and places his lips against your own. Your hands find your way in his hair again as you kiss him back, lips fitting together like puzzle pieces. Of all the things you expected it to be like it wasn’t this. It wasn’t only good but it was perfect, the best kiss you’ve ever had. Actually so far the best sex you’d ever had and even thought you thought it was wrong, all of it felt right.

“I’ve always wanted to do this” he admits before kissing you deeply again, now rocking his hips slowly with your own. It’s when his tongue slips around your own, you lock your legs around his waist and bring him deeper into you then he has been all night.

Who would’ve thought making out with your best friend could be this fun? When Mac’s hands reach to grope your tits he’s muffling your moan in his own mouth, bringing you both back to the very dirty reality that he was currently inside you raw. Pulling away from your mouth with a heavy pant he moves back into a position where he can thrust faster into you. It’s when he uses your breasts to steady himself and pounds faster into you, do you feel that coil begin to tighten.

“Shit Mac, I’m gonna cum” you gasp, hands steadying yourself on his shoulders as his body pounds yours into the mattress. He uses this response to pick up pace and before you can even register it your orgasm comes lightening fast, squeezing around his cock tightly.

“Fuck baby, got a death grip on me” he says with a stutter to his hips before spilling his load inside of you. Your mind feels fuzzy at the blissful feeling of his cum warming inside of you. You’re turned on all over again when he slowly slides out and watches as you drip his cum out of you.

“Mac” you whine, unsure what you’re asking for but he knows what you want when he takes his still hard cock and uses it to shove that very cum back inside you.

“Gonna have to take all of it baby” he tells you, knowing how overstimulated and sensitive you are. You gasp when his thumb presses lightly against your swollen clit and his dick twitches inside of you from his own orgasm.

When he pulls back out you can’t help but wince at the feeling and his naked form is slowly laying beside you and wrapping his arms around you. You grin when he presses a soft kiss into your neck, because that was the best sex you ever had and it was with Mac. The same guy you should’ve never counted out. Now you were jealous of all those girls he had crushes on growing up because you were too stupid to know exactly what you were missing out on.

The sound of your phone ringing in the morning is piercing when it reaches your head. You can’t help but groan as you fumble in a search for it. You can hardly open your eyes because of how bright the room is, you must’ve forgotten to close the blinds. Finally finding the phone you click answer and hold it up to your ear.

“Hello” you mutter, tired and in no mood to be awake right now.

“Y/N, where’s Mac?” Riley’s familiar voice fills your ears and suddenly your eyes are snapping open because why did you have Mac’s phone? That’s when it hits you. Bozer was with his girlfriend last night, you came to hang out with Mac, and he fucked you. He fucked you hard and good.

“Shit” you say out loud, glancing to your side to find you are in fact in Mac’s bed and he is completely naked beside you.

“Y/N, what’s going on? You weren’t answering your phone and now you’re answering his?” Riley questions and you sigh.

“Nothing, I just fell asleep here and my phone died. Mac is sleeping, what’s up?” you recollect yourself, not wanting to give way to what you and Mac exactly got up to last night.

“Matty needs you both, some new mission, and you’re both already late” she informs you and now you’re in full panic mode.

“Shit!” you say again before hanging up. You’re scrambling out of the bed in seconds, hunting for all your clothes now streamed across the floor of Mac’s room.

“Mac wake up!” you shout, throwing his phone back at him which lands on his stomach with a thud. He’s wincing and looking at you just as you slide your jeans up your legs with no underwear, considering you can’t find it. He blushes almost instantly at the nudity of your upper half which isn’t for long as you clip your bra into place.

“What the hell?” he groans, hands pressing against his head as he takes in his own hangover.

“We’re late for meeting Matty and apparently drank too much last night” you inform him, sliding your shirt over your head. That has him jumping into action as you move to his bathroom to see the disaster of yourself.

It’s bad. Your makeup is smudged under your eyes and hair strewned in places it didn’t belong. Gasping you do your best to wash your face and brush through it with the little things Mac has in here. Giving up and tying your hair on your head you rush back out to a now dressed Mac and ready to go. The worst part is when you realize you had rode with Mac here from the Phoenix last night so now you had to ride back together.

“Should we talk about it?” Mac says after a beat, fingers drumming on his knee as he drives you both in the maroon Jeep.

“Nothing to talk about” you mutter despite there being everything to talk about. It wasn’t just hookup sex or friend with benefits sex. This was dirty, filthy, breed you, you are mine sex. Actually the dirtiest sex you ever had in your life and never expected it to be with Mac of all people.

“Y/N, I can’t just go in there not having talked about this” he pleads, glancing over at you where you have refused to look at him since you got in the car. “You haven’t even looked at me and you’re acting weird. You’re my best friend, I don’t want things to change.

“But they did Mac. That wasn’t the kind of night you pretend didn’t happen. That was intense” you say, finally daring a glance at him where you see the pure desperation in his ocean blue eyes.

“Exactly which is why we should talk about it” he bargains and you sigh with the shake of your head.

“You said last night that you’ve always wanted to kiss me. Was that true or just the sex talking?” you finally cave and you don’t miss the way Mac’s hands grip the steering wheel. You’ve known each other your whole lives after all. You know all his tells.

“It was true. If you think at any point in my life I never had a crush on you, you’re crazy. Most girls didn’t talk to me and Bozer until high school. But you, you were always there” Mac says, eyes trained on the road but you also know he doesn’t want to look you in the eye when he admits this.

“When did you like me like that?” you ask and he lightly chuckles to himself.

“When we were thirteen. You came to my birthday party in a purple sundress and gave me an engineering book that you thought I might like. I kept telling myself I didn’t like you but when I smashed cake in your face and you laughed instead of cried, I fell in love while I picked the pieces of frosting out of your hair” he says and your stomach summersaults at the story he recalls from his own point of view. You remembered that birthday.

“Of course it was” you mutter and Mac furrows his eyebrows as he quickly glances at you.

“Why’s that?” he questions and you roll your eyes.

“Because that was the first time since I was ten I got over my crush on you, told myself it’ll never happen” and then Mac is laughing like you’ve just told him the funniest thing in the world.

“Who replaced me? Bozer?” he questions when his laughter quiets down and you roll your eyes.

“No, Brendan Fraser actually which I still find completely fair” you tell him and he laughs again, remembering how you made him watch Encino man for the entirety of that school year.

“So you’re telling me that we’ve been friends for our entire lives and somehow kept missing each other until now?” he questions and you shrug, thinking of all the times you ever felt romantically towards the boy beside you. There was the time you mentioned, once in high school when he dumped his prom date to take you when you didn’t get asked, and when he dropped out to join the army. You had been so scared of losing him you found all those old feelings coming back. Somehow after all these years your feelings both lined up and the result was last night. No wonder it was so intense.

“Apparently so blondie” you respond with a nickname you have used since childhood and Mac shakes his head as you flip the visor mirror down and fix your hair again.

Pulling into the Phoenix parking lot you pray that no one questions the way either of you look despite Mac looking much better than you at the moment. Your heart has doubled in speed by the time Mac reached his normal spot and goes to shift the car in park. Flipping the visor up, you’re reaching for the door on your quick escape, but Mac’s hand on your arm stops you.

“Wait” and then with the strength you didn’t discover until last night, he’s pulling you towards him and kissing you quickly. Once the immediate shocks goes away you lightly kiss him back, it not as filthy as the one you shared the night before but just as nice.

“What was that for?” you ask once he pulls away, eyes still closed as he lets the weight of your kiss sink in.

“I just wanted to make sure that what I felt last night was real” he says and now your heart is beating heavily for him. You had felt it too, in fact you’d never felt anything like it until last night.

“It was real Mac, all of it” you tell him and his eyes open, blinking into focus as he takes all of your features in.

“Can we not pretend this didn’t happen because there is no way I can go back to normal after this?” he asks and you sigh, eyes glancing over his own features as well and you realize that even if a relationship could jeopardize your friendship it was still him. The same boy you’ve loved a hundred different times and ways in your life, and if it was ever going to work with anybody it would be him.

“Fine, but you should know I don’t sleep with people on first dates” you say and he snorts, hands squeezing at your waist as he still keeps you pulled against the center console.

“Good to know but does it technically count as our first date? If you include Prom and that one party in college I’d say it is about our third” he says and you giggle and shake your head, cheeks warming over as you face the boy beside you.

“Our third date. I could possibly let third base slide but we’ll see” you tell him and he grins.

“I’ll take it” he says and you shake you head before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips and hopping out of the car.

“Last one in is a rotten egg!” you call out, rushing for the Phoenix doors and Mac jumps into action. Grabbing his keys and rushing out the car behind you. Yet he was going to let you win, just like he did when he was thirteen, and you’d race him into school.

At least this time he knows when he finishes the race he still gets to keep you.

Taglist: @mayfieldss @paigewinchester67 (I saw you liking my MacGyver posts today so here is a small treat)

[oh-men-of-dark-and-dismal-fate]

Totally thinking about how Brahms must be a self-taught jack of all trades in healthy doses. Totally, not staring off into space for a good hour thinking how this man had to learn how to repair different items in his little crawl space, mend his clothes and become MacGyver to make do with what little he had thanks to his neglectful parents, who prioritized a doll’s needs over their real son. Not to mention all of the books he must have snuck from the library or found packed away in the attic to use as manuals and references in order to learn those skills (cause I highly doubt his parents taught him jack shit). 

Like...*waves hands helplessly* I’m fine. I’m totally fine. 

[grimm-the-tiger]

I’m of the opinion that it’s better to make a laughingstock of god-awful historical regimes and leaders than to portray them dead-seriously. Part of my reasoning is because portraying groups like the Nazis as something dark, looming and intimidating makes them seem cool, especially to people who either lack critical thinking or who already agree with the Nazis. This inclines people to emulate them, which causes them to internalize the Nazis’ beliefs, making them seem more tolerable because, well, they’re cool. If you make them seem doofy and incompetent and just utterly fucking stupid, clowns in the same way as a cartoon supervillain that almost won, you a), get close to how the Nazis actually were (morons who just happened to have mastered political MacGyvering and industrialized mass-murder so horrific no one would take it seriously until it was too late), b), make them seem so ludicrous that no one wants to emulate them, and c), piss off the actual Nazis in the audience. 

The other part is because the Nazis legit thought Atlantis was real and wasted YHWH-knows-how-much money looking for evidence of it. Remember Indiana Jones? Yeah, Spielberg didn’t make that up. The Nazis were actually up to shit like that.