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mayfieldss · 4 months ago

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Explanations - Angus Macgyver

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm not a fucking drug dealer!"

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

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

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

"You do know me!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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boolger · 2 months ago

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The science of love 🌙 ch 4

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

<- last chapter x next chapter ->

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

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

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“How did you learn all of this?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes.”

“A scientist.”

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

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

“Did your owner sell you to them?”

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

“Listen, we cannot help you wi—“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You didn’t feel like one.

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

Ghost patted your head.

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

“Still thinking about Kitty, da?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Whether you wanted to or not.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

However, your success was momentary.

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

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

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

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

Much to your confusion, your body just…

Calmed down.

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

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

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

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

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

Leather. Metal.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

”Fuck you.”

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

”I’m gonna —“

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

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

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

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

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

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

Slap.

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

Slap.

Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.

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

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

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

Slap. Slap.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

”Is. That. Understood?”

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

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

”Good girl,” he muttered.

#boolger #my writing #fanfiction #cod fanfic #call of duty fanfic #call of duty #call of duty simon ghost riley #nikolai cod #hybrid!reader #dog hybrid reader #reader #angus macgyver x jack dalton #low key?? they at least appear #polyamory #poly!141 #poly!141 x reader #the science of love

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ash5monster01 · 1 year ago

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It's Only Fair

Pairing: MacGyver x Reader

Warnings: nothing but fluff

Summary: There is a new mailman that keeps switching up you and your neighbor, Macgyver's mail.

word count: 600+

a/n: this is my very first, very short, Macgyver imagine I ever wrote. I’m in the process of moving some of them from my original wattpad to here, to find a broader audience. I hope you enjoy x I know it’s not very good, I was seventeen when I wrote it

Masterlist

The cool breeze from outside drifted in the house and gave it a light glow. The weather had been absolutely gorgeous the past few days, warm with a light breeze paired with it. It was what caused you to open all the windows and allow it to flood the home. With the day off from work you spent your time in the kitchen, enjoying the breeze, and baking for what felt like the first time in months. Just as you started pulling out some cookies from the oven the doorbell sounded throughout the house.

"Come in!" you called out as you shut the oven with your foot and started to walk towards the opposing counter to set the trays down.

"Wow it smells great in here" you looked up to spot your blonde neighbor standing in the entry way of the kitchen, holding up a stack of mail. "The new guy gave me your mail again"

"I think he's doing it on purpose now" you chuckled and he smiled and nodded as he walked further in and set it on the counter. You quickly removed the oven mitts and grabbed the stack.

"Well that or he really has no clue he's mixing it up" Mac suggested and you nodded as you shuffled through some bills which honestly could've stayed at his house.

"Well we can't totally complain. We've lived next to each other for years and I finally know your name from the amount of times I've received your letters" Mac laughed at the comment as you set the mail down.

"Yeah I definitely can't complain" Mac's gaze hardened on you and you struggled to keep your composure. The suggestive look in his ocean blue eyes made your skin crawl.

"Would you like some cookies. I've been bored baking all day and I think I should start offering before I gain five pounds" you moved over towards the cookies to distract yourself from the close proximity between you and the oddly handsome neighbor.

"Bored baking?" Mac questioned as he leaned against the counter. You shrugged as you started to cool one off to hand to him.

"It’s a thing, trust me. It keeps me occupied" you said handing the now cooled and gooey cookie to the boy, he rose his eyebrows as he grabbed it from your hand. Slowly he took a bite out of it and then smiled. "What?"

"Nothing it's just this cookie is really good. Better than Bozer's but don't tell him I said that" you chuckled and grabbed one for yourself as he finished his.

"Well then I guess I did something right?" Mac brushed his hands on his pants and stared at the gorgeous girl beside him and he wondered how he had never noticed you before. If he was being completely honest, two weeks ago he practically camped out on his front porch to corner the new mail man and tell him to keep mixing up your mail. It was the perfect excuse to keep coming over and seeing you.

"Well now that you've let me try one of your delicious cookies how about you try one of my delicious dinners?" your eyes widened as you looked up at the boy. He offered a small smile, the dimple in his left cheek catching your attention.

"And what makes them so delicious?" a smirk graced your lips as you looked up to him and he chuckled softly.

"I have a secret weapon named Bozer" a large laugh fell past your lips at his answer and when your laughter quieted down he looked at you just like he did before. "So what do you say?"

"Well, I mean it's only fair"

Taglist: @mayfieldss

if you want to be tagged in upcoming Macgyver fics please let me know <3

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readbyred · 1 year ago

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Hi :)

Heard you were accepting dps requests so what about a charlie fic

I feel like charlie is the type of person to flirt with everyone and ask anyone he finds attractive out except when it comes to the person he actually has feelings for so what about charlie x reader where reader has been waiting since before they graduated for him to ask her out and as soon as she decides to move on charlie gets all sad and jealous and confesses and yknow how it goes

Would love to see this in a fic ♡

Not a fic blog (maybe someday), but I can give you a headcanon (so, shorter and no dialogue) though… I did get a bit inspired, so its longer than my usual writing

I think as a teen he was the sort of person to try and prove he’s popular with people. It would feel bad to lump you in with that. Like, he actually liked you, so it's different. Not that he has no respect for people he flirts with, but he knows it isn't anything serious. He was just a teen guy trying to impress his friends and get the experience he was prevented from getting (with his strict school and all). Especially with his position in the friend group and all.

Still, he hoped to have something serious with you one day. One day when he gets the courage, when he feels like it will work out and he won't jeopardize the whole friend group because of his crush.

But that day didn't come when he was at Welton. Then he had other things to worry about, considering his departure from the school. It was a hard time for everybody. But no matter the odds the poets kept in touch, as much as they could. And that included you.

Only, as years passed you started losing hope. I mean, if he wanted to he would, right? It felt so helplessly pathetic to be waiting for Charlie when it seemed that he had never and will never return your feelings.

When you were younger, it felt like the end of the world. Like you were destined to be alone. Oh, how many nights you’ve spent with Knox, wallowing in self-pity after Chris left him. Just sitting there with your buddy, talking about how you should go to a monastery. Not out of a spiritual need, but because there would be no one ever to love you. Guess you were a bit dramatic back then. It took Pitts many tries to smack some sense into you but you matured eventually.

When college approached, you were ready to meet new people. Although you weren't in the same school together anymore, you made a promise with the poets to keep seeing each other regularly.

Meanwhile, you met Mark. A true romantic soul with quite a witty humour. And Jack who would always treat you so sweetly and had the same interests as you. And Adam who walked you to the dorms every day. And Matt who had so much passion for life. You opened yourself up to people. Started meeting up with others.

Suddenly, you’d bring up your dates every meeting. Not to rub it in, just to recall funny moments. Like when a rainstorm caught you and Jack in the middle of a walk and you raced to the dorms. Or how you and Adam got lost in the park at night because neither of you lived in that city before. Knox would encourage you to spill every detail.

Surprisingly, the more you talked about your love life, the less you heard Charlie talk about his. By winter break you haven't heard him talk about any girl in weeks. At first you didn't notice. Then you figured that maybe he just fell for someone who wasn't as easy to charm so he didn't have anything to brag about yet.

The thought of him being so head over hills for this unnamed person made something inside you feel empty. You knew the feeling well from high school and you detested yourself for still having those sorts of thoughts and feelings. But you decided to let it all fizzle out.

You had better things to think about too. There was a ball coming around. Some fancy tradition at your university. Before you knew it, you had quite a few invitations. The sweetest one was from Jack.

He told you to close your eyes and open your palm. Then, he handed you a handcrafted note asking if you'd like to go with him. Later that day you found another one in your pocket (so that's why he told you to close your eyes) telling you he’s grateful to have you in his life. It was perfect. And officially approved by Knox Overstreet!

When you recounted the story, the guys were pretty happy for you. Before anyone could get a word in, Charlie suddenly asked if you were planning to go with Jack. Sincerely, you affirmed. Why not? He was the sweetest guy and you certainly were done moping around. I mean, you knew that Charlie wasn't going to change his mind so you could as well see if you end up liking someone else.

To your surprise, Charlie wasn't as ecstatic as the rest of the poets. He was rather skeptical and even a bit snarky. Commenting on the guy and just being so… weird about it. It angered you to no end because softly rejecting you is one thing. But trying to get in the way of you moving on? That didn't sit right with you. But your drama queen days were over, so you didn't walk off or anything. Just huffed and looked for a way to change the topic.

At the same time Charlie was thinking. Before college it was easy to reassure himself that he had all the time he wanted to make you his. And all the time he wanted to decide if he would do that at all. Everything was easier back when you didn't talk about any guys. Ever. Now he felt like he had to do something. Damn the risk of ruining the friend group. Damn the fear of rejection. And damn Knox for encouraging this mess.

The last thing you expected was for Charlie to get up suddenly. The poets all looked at him confused. When he stood up, his eyes met yours and he asked you to talk with him outside. Honest to Gods, you had no idea what that was about. But he was being dramatic (more so than usual) and something about the determination in his eyes told you to follow your friend outside. It was snowing and only buildings around you somewhat shielded you from the cold wind.

Charlie didn't waste time choosing words. For the first time when talking to a girl, he was completely raw. Just as it hit him, he blurted out his confession. No overplayed charm. No smirks and winks and cheap tricks. Just him. Charlie Dalton telling you that he likes you. That he had liked you for some time. That you should just, please, think about it.

As the last word fell from his mouth, a heavy silence fell between you. Silence colder than the wind and the snow. But Charlie stood there, undeterred, waiting to see the answer in your eyes. Even at his most frantic, he was confident. He understood that he did what he did, what it meant, and that he grasped this last chance by a miracle. There was no turning back now.

Your response first came muffled, as if the falling snowflakes were absorbing your voice. But finally, you confessed. Not without telling him, how long he made you wait. And how stupid he was acting, if he really just ignored his feelings for this long.

Your talk was tender, full of relief. But, as it happens with Charlie, as soon as the talk of real feelings was out of the way, he dragged you back inside, to announce your happy ending.

You couldn't believe he wanted to brag to your friends at a moment like this. But you just stood there, watching him with a smile. Some things never changed. Charlie certainly didn't. And you wouldn't have it any other way

#fun fact none of those ppl are made up #I just described a few guys from school that I've been talking to #same with the note situation lol #what makes it funnier is that I am in fact going with Jack and he heavily relates to Knox #so while I gave you the watered down version you can imagine the pizazz this guy had when inviting me #that's why I had to add the Knox approved part #they are literalky the same person #dps x reader #charlie dalton #charlie dalton x reader #dead poets society x reader #x reader

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avada-kedavra-bitch-187 · 7 months ago

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I have an idea on a fic

If anyone writes it pls let me know

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

#angus macgyver x reader #macgyver x reader #macgyver x reader pregnant #macgyver x reader secret #macgyver #jack dalton x reader #jack dalton #angus macgyver #angus macgyber x reader secret

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sparklypinkflightsuit · 1 year ago

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Drugs, Thugs and Pilot Kelson Hugs: Part 1

Pairing: Pilot Kelson x Reader

Warnings: Drugs, Alcohol, Swearing, Sexual Themes, Slowish Burn, I think that’s it?

Summary: Takes place a few years after Highway, Pilot is in his late 20’s and slightly more mature, but only a smidge. You meet but feel like you’ve known him forever. What will your friendship become?

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It was a Friday night when your life changed forever.

It wasn’t because of anything huge or noticeable to anyone else, no. Just a fleeting glance that changed it all.

You had finished a particularly stressful week at work, and you were looking forward to letting loose. Your friend Carly had invited you out for drinks with her and some of her friends, and you had practically bitten her hand off at the offer. You needed a drink, and it had been so long since you’d been out with friends.

You didn’t know any of Carly’s friends, but that was okay. You knew Carly and you enjoyed meeting new people, so you weren’t worried.

You got dressed in your favourite outfit and you felt confident when you checked yourself out in the mirror before swinging out the door.

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The bar was busy and loud when you arrived at 8:30pm. You hadn’t expected a live band but it was a nice touch and the atmosphere was electric. You felt energised already and you hadn’t even ordered a drink yet. As you waited at the bar to be served, Carly snuck up behind you and tickled your sides.

“Hey!” You jumped, swinging around to glare at your friend. “Scared me!” You shouted over the loud music.

“Sorry!” She laughed, pulling you in for a hug. “I saw you walk in and just wanted to show you where we’re sitting!” She pointed to the far corner where a table of 5 sat, conversing and laughing over their drinks, some with cigarettes in hand.

“Thanks!” You smiled at her, “I’ll be over as soon as I get a drink. Hey, you want anything?” You offered. She shook her head pointing to the beer in her hand. You nodded and gave her a thumbs up as she walked back to the table.

About 10 minutes later, once you had been served, you made your way through the busy bar to the table of friends.

Carly hopped out of her chair and turned to the table to introduce you.

“Hey guys! This is my friend (Y/N)!” She put her arm around your shoulder.

“(Y/N), this is Jack, Mason, Porter, Cassie and Pilot.” She pointed to each person around the table, they all waived as their names were called.

“Pilot?” You questioned, unsure if you heard correctly over the noise. The spiky haired, blue eyed boy smiled at you over the table.

“That’s my name.” He said, pulling on his cigarette. You smiled. He had a beautiful smile and his eyes felt… familiar.

You nodded, pulling your eyes away from his.

You sat down next to Carly on the outer edge of the table, and spoke to Cassie who sat opposite you. The pretty brunette was friendly and easy to talk to and you quickly felt comfortable around her.

“Hey, I LOVE this song! Let’s go dance!” She exclaimed, pulling you and Carly to your feet as the rest waited at the table and watched.

You laughed and danced like an idiot with the two girls, letting the alcohol take over and the stress of the week disperse.

You felt eyes on you the whole time, but it was a busy bar, so you chalked it up to that and danced until your feet hurt.

You, Carly and Cassie made your way back to the table, tired and thirsty. You sat back down but this time next to the spiky haired Pilot. Cassie and Carly opting to go to the bar.

“Some moves.” Pilot joked.

“Jealous? Just because I can bust a move?” You joked back, smiling down at your drink.

“Yeah I guess I am, you give lessons?” He prodded you playfully with his elbow.

“Nah, gotta keep some secrets to myself.” You winked.

Pilot laughed, quirking an eyebrow. You were cute, and he felt like he knew you somehow. He didn’t recognise you from anywhere, but he felt like he knew you.

The rest of the night passed uneventfully, everyone making small talk and singing along to the live music.

Carly, Mason and Porter left, while Cassie and Jack argued about something trivial at the corner of the table.

You sat silently people watching as the crowd began to thin, the band now playing slower, softer songs as the night drew to a close.

You grabbed your coat and got up, about to say your goodbyes, when Pilot stood from his seat.

“Wait.” He said, taking your coat from you and draping it over the back of his chair. “I love this song. Dance with me before you go?” He asked, holding out a hand. The song was slow and romantic, you weren’t sure if it was appropriate but you felt yourself nodding as you took his hand gingerly and he pulled you onto the mostly empty dance floor.

His hand slipped around your waist as he pulled you a bit closer, his touch electric on your clothed skin, his other hand on yours as he led you in a clumsy waltz.

You laughed, this man had no idea how to dance. He spun you around and narrowly missed stepping on your feet, which only made you laugh more.

He pulled you back in, tighter this time.

“So… what’s the story with your name?” You asked, making light conversation as you both stepped side to side lazily.

“Well…” he breathed out a laugh, “My mom fucked an airline pilot. Didn’t catch his name, fell pregnant with me and let’s just say she hasn’t always been the most creative with names.”

“I dunno, it’s a pretty creative name if you ask me.” You smiled up at him, biting your lip.

Pilot stared down into your eyes silently, a ghost of a smile lingering on his lips.

“What?” You asked after a beat.

“Do I know you?” He asked.

“No, I haven’t lived in Vegas long.” You confirmed. “But you do seem… familiar.” You laughed.

“Yeah that’s what I thought, when you walked in. You feel like someone I know.” He confirmed.

“Feel?” You queried, quirking an eyebrow.

He was about to answer when Jack bumped into him drunkenly.

Pilot pulled away from you to face Jack.

“Hey I need you to settle an argument between me and Cassie.” He beckoned.

Pilot laughed and turned to you, “I guess I’d better go mediate.” He let go of your hand slowly and smiled at you, turning to follow Jack.

You smiled, realising your night had turned out better than expected. You wanted to leave it at that, with good memories of the evening, so you quietly grabbed your coat and left the bar.

After a few minutes Pilot had settled the debate between Jack and Cassie, and turned back around to find you. He wanted to continue your dance, and delve a little deeper into who you were, but you were long gone. His eyes scanned the room with disappointment, and his shoulders slumped as he threw his head back with a groan.

“C’mon. Let’s get out of here.”

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The week went by slowly, filing paperwork and sending emails, it wasn’t exactly an exciting job. By Friday night you were ready to crawl up on your couch and watch movies until your brain dried up, but Carly called you and begged you to come over.

She was having friends over for drinks for Porter’s birthday, and part of you held the curious idea that maybe, just maybe, you’d see the spiky haired boy with the big blue eyes again.

You knocked on her door and waited, listening to the muffled laughing and noises from inside. Carly opened the door and pulled you inside, dancing and lip syncing to the song that blasted over her speakers.

“Well hello to you too.” You laughed, taking off your coat and hanging it up by the front door. Your eyes scanned the room, you could see Jack in the kitchen, sitting on the counter top speaking to Porter. Mason lay on the couch philosophising about something to Cassie and another girl you didn’t recognise. There were a few other randoms you didn’t know making conversation around the apartment but no sign of Pilot. You felt a little disappointed but kept a faux smile on your face as you greeted everyone, giving out hugs to the people you knew and introducing yourself to those you didn’t.

You decided to excuse yourself and went to the bathroom to freshen up. The door was locked so you waited, eventually knocking as whoever was in there was taking their sweet time.

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute!” you heard a familiar voice call out. You smiled.

The door flew open and Pilot’s eyes went wide as he smiled, high as a kite, smoke billowing out around him.

“Hey, it’s you.” He smiled, eyes heavy.

You wrinkled your nose at the smell of weed, smiling at him. “Didn’t think you were here.” You laughed softly.

“I uh… wasn’t gonna come, but we didn’t get to finish our conversation last week.”

“Oh, so you came here just for me?” You teased. Pushing past him to get into the smokey bathroom. Pilot turned around to watch you and leaned against the door frame, zipping the collar of his fleece all the way up over his chin and putting his hands in his pockets, something you’d come to realise was his tell when he was high.

You looked in the mirror and pretended to fix your hair while you felt his eyes on you. You glanced over at him with a glint in your eyes.

“What?” You asked, smirking at him.

“Nothing.” He laughed, looking away.

“You’re so high.” You laughed. He nodded, walking slowly back into the bathroom with a dumb smirk on his face, his hair sticking up on all ends. You liked it.

“Ok you’re gonna need to say or do something so that I know you’re not going to whiteout on me.” You joked as he stood over you silently.

“We didn’t get to finish our dance.” He reminded you, taking your hands in his and draping one over his shoulder.

“Here? In the bathroom?” You questioned. Pilot nodded. You swayed together silently, listening to the music and laughter that blared from the next room. His big blue eyes, half lidded, never once leaving yours.

This was going to be a weird, weird friendship.

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- Part 2 Here -

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avkima · 2 years ago

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Sneak peak: Invisible Strings

Jamie flatters x original character college AU

Tags: friend groups, Bailey Bass is your bff, Avatar cast, Sam and Zoe are your parents simply because they can be, fluff, friends to lovers, angst, love triangle if you squint, unrequited love but it’s really not, closed door smut.

I truly don’t think I’ve lived before I found you.

But it was always meant to be

I never saw the world until I looked into your deep brown eyes.

You were there in the little things, but how had our paths never crossed?

I never felt alive until I felt your touch.

As a connected duet we preform this experience together.

I wish to dance with you forever.

For eternity—

Not just till death do us part.

~Jamie

“Shall I compare the to a summers day?” “I’m more of a fall to be honest”

Summary:

When you became friends with Jamie he had this air of unattainable in your mind as he got closer he also got further away. Not because of the life he led or the way he held himself, and you instantly thought he was gorgeous but still that wasn’t exactly it either… it was because he was all you’d ever wanted. You knew his flaws but still, he was perfect to you. Too good to be true too heavy a heartbreak if you lost him. So, you kept it all to yourself—you were surely in the friendzone anyways.

🪩🍒📚☕️💋🌃🎞️

Your best friend Bailey is trying to get you out of your antisocial rut that started with your breakup. You hit it off with one of her friends but he’s Jamie, the film major guy every girl wants and he’s not that kinda guy so he’s even more irresistible. Coffee is just coffee though, friends get coffee…

Big friend group vibes, dinner parties, and love triangles

Chapter 1 coming soon -oxoxox💋

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hoss-acm · 5 months ago

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MacGyver leans over with a mellow hunch towards Jack sitting beside him

"Jack... I'm in alot of pain right now." He says with a straight face so calmly because he is not to worried about it, he expected it buttt, that doesn’t mean it will play out well in their situation.

He then adds "Like I'm not sure how long I can keep from, you know, grunting."

 Jack listens before looking over at him with frowned brows, almost a look of shocked expression, he looks him up and down before looking away then saying "uhm, okay man. Just hang in there I'll make a way out and call it a night."

-a lot of info left out with what I have in mind for this-

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quanticowrites · 2 years ago

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Road-Trip Therapy Pt. 2 (Jack Dalton x Reader)

•• Hello! This is Pt. 2 to this fic that I posted in JULY 2022. Listen, I didn't think it was gonna take this long but apparently it has. Anyway, enjoy! ••

Next thing you knew it was midnight. Most of the nearby restaurants had closed by then, and Jack didn't want fast food.

“Hey, use that fancy phone of yours and look up the nearest 24-hour diner.”

“Why can't you use yours?” You questioned, doing what he asked anyway. “Mac use it for something again?”

“No,” He stated, walking out of the bathroom. “But it's a wonder he didn't.”

“The nearest diner is about twenty minutes away.”

“Alright! Let's get some grub!”

You hadn't expected much of a crowd at this hour but when you got there there were only a few booths available. Most of the other patrons looked to be truck drivers or some of the local youth who didn't have anywhere else to hang out. The waitress was nice and sat you both in a corner booth by the jukebox. Jack ordered your drinks before going over and looking at the different song options.

“You want to pick out your dinner?” You joked, flipping the menu. “Or should I just go with your usual?” Jack dug some change out of his pocket stuck it in the machine and picked a song. He had a shit-eating grin as he came back to the table and picked up the other menu.

“Naw, I got it.” The speakers clicked before ultimately starting to play the song he'd picked. You rolled your eyes. Metallica. Of course.

“Who played Metallica!” You heard the cook yell from the kitchen. “Whoever you are, I love you!”

“Love you too, Man!” Jack yelled back with a laugh.

“Okay! Are you two ready to order?” The waitress came back over. As Jack ordered a double cheeseburger and fries, you couldn't help but notice that the waitress had undone a few buttons on her shirt. You ordered a bowl of Mac and Cheese, watching her leave before looking back to Jack, who was already in protective boyfriend mode.

“(Y/n)...”

“The nerve!” You hissed. “Right in front of me!”

“It doesn't mean anything, (y/n).” You leaned back in your seat, taking a deep breath.

“I know that.” You kicked him lightly from under the table. “It's still fucking rude.” He nodded with a smirk.

“Yeah, it is.” You leaned back and Jack thrummed his fingers on the table to the beat. Fifteen minutes later you both had your food and were digging in. It was good! Like, really good! You'd have to hit this place on the way back to California.

You both ate your food and went back to the hotel. Now with full bellies, it was even easier to fall back asleep. Your back pressed against Jack’s body and his arm draped over your stomach. Every so often he ran his hand across your skin, making you giggle. You woke to his teeth nipping at the back of your neck.

“Jack….”

“Come on, Baby, let's have a little fun before we leave.”

“Don't we still have to stop for gas?”

“Still got plenty of time for kissing.” He cooed into your ear before biting the lobe. “And biting.” You bit your lip. Damn this man. You turned as he let go, planting a kiss on his chin before making your way down his chest.

“You're due for a shave.” You mumbled, nuzzling your face between his breasts. “It's like a jungle.”

“Oh, hardy har har.” He smiled, curling his legs around you and pulling you closer. “Maybe that waitress at the diner would like my chest hair.” You laughed.

“I'm sure she'd like your wallet more.”

“Hey, ya gotta tip your waitresses.”

“Not when she wants to get in your pants.” You counter, smirking. You knew it wasn't Jack’s fault he was so good-looking. You couldn't blame the ladies for trying, either. That had been you once.

“Ah come on, you know I only got eyes for you.”

“Mmhmm.”

After another six-hour car ride, you both finally made it to Yellowstone. You found out getting a memorial bench was a little pricey, but you didn't hesitate to start filling out the paperwork with Jack. It was like wrangling a bear to have Jack let you pay for it.

“Whoa! Look at that one!” You turned from where you were looking at some idiot tourists walking a little too close to the edge of a cliff side to where Jack was pointing. “That boy’s huge!” Jack had a smile ear to ear. “I gotta get a picture of that to show Boozer! He thinks his neighbor's Great Dane’s the biggest thing out there!” Jack laughed. You leaned against him as he zoomed in on the huge Buffalo. Something came out from behind it.

“A calf!” You squealed. “It's adorable!”

“Wolf chow.” You gasp, jabbing Jack in the gut.

“Don't say that!”

“Hey, nature’s a relentless mother.” You both watched the calf run around. Jack put his arm around you.

“Thanks for the idea, (y/n).”

“I didn't do anything, Jack.”

“You brought up Wolves.” You blinked. When had you…

“When we were in Russia?”

“Yeah.”

“That was six months ago.” You looked up at him, catching his eye under his aviator sunglasses. “You've been sitting on this idea for six months?” He shrugged.

“It's nothing.” You sighed.

“Whatever you say.” You wrapped an arm around him too. “They say your Dad’s bench will be done by next Spring.”

“What are ya sayin’? Ya wanna come back?” You shrugged.

“Why not? It was a nice road trip.” Jack nodded.

“Yeah, it was.”

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swiftsrqmantic · 2 years ago

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someone pls send me requests so i can get to writing!! idk what to wrote on my own (major writers block atm)

here’s a basic idea of who i’m writing for* :

OUTER BANKS (all characters)

MARVEL (all characters, mainly avengers)

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES (all characters)

STRANGER THINGS (all characters)

GILMORE GIRLS (jess mariano, tristan dugray, dean forester)

*feel free to request anyone you want!! (i can’t think of much right now but i write for a lot of people!!!)

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mayfieldss · 29 days ago

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Reunion - Angus MacGyver

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

Content warnings: very suggestive but no outright smut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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