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ash5monster01 · 7 months

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Hi how are you? I don't know if you are accepting requests... but if so, I would like to ask Macgyver for something

I imagine something, where the reader is jealous of Mac with Desi or Riley, and to make matters worse for the reader, one of them ends up getting hurt, and then Mac gives her his full attention? (Riley, Desi) and the reader starts to feel super insecure and super bad...

Thankss!!

first of all the fact I have a MacGyver request right now is nothing short of amazing. with the show being over for a while now the fandom has died down quite a lot and I am happy to write for him whenever. I will also be choosing Desi for this considering I’m very anti-Desi, apologies to anyone who likes her. anyways I hope you enjoy xx

Wish It Was Me

Pairing: Angus MacGyver x Fem!Reader

Warnings: jealousy, language, angst, heartache, unreciprocated feelings, fluff, happy ending (don’t worry)

Summary: After months of pretending that his behavior doesn’t bother you, you finally find yourself getting fed up and showing your heartbreak towards the boy. He uses this as an excuse to finally confront his feelings for you.

word count: 2.4k

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Harboring a crush on the man your job required you to protect was a great work ethic tactic. In fact it was the best one you had yet. Obviously you’d protect anyone of the team but if something ever actually happened to Mac, you’d be more than upset. Quite possibly crushed. It was also a great tactic considering you were very well trained at keeping your emotions intact which meant not once had you given up the fact you had any feelings for the blonde boy at all. It was simple actually, pine for him when you were alone and protect him when you were together. Always at his 6, gun pointed and loaded. A team always and forever.

That is until Desi Nguyen came along.

Not only is she just as good as you at combat but she was also getting closer to the team and you despised that. Feelings of replacement and jealousy filling you which made you angry for experiencing such emotions at all. It started to get worse when you noticed how close Mac was getting to her. Hell when she first showed up she had caught him leaving the shower and she hadn’t been shameless about it at all. You were the only one to successfully pass her test and she acted like because of that, the two of you were friends. That made it even worse.

It started with him laughing at her jokes, then it was grabbing a coffee after work, and pretty soon it was slight touches in passing, barely noticeable, but there. It was driving you up a wall, yet you’d never show it. Not only was Mac completely clueless but Riley and Bozer as well. So when you find yourself particularly angry for being sent in the field with Mac and Desi, no one seems to pay no mind because you are a shell of stoic. Untouched by silly and childish feelings of crushes and love. You wonder if there is possibly anything that could break your cool and calm structure.

“Y/N, I need you for a minute” your heart stutters, wishing he meant it in a different way, some other way. Yet you obey, not even a glimmer of hope shining as you look in his eyes. “Hold this wire for me please”

“Better hurry guys, we’re gonna have guests soon” Desi speaks, still on guard for any unwanted visitors. You slide your gun in the holster, allowing her to cover you both as you hold the wire like Mac asked.

“Please tell me this will only blow up the bad guys and not us” you tell Mac, a sly smile on your face and he chuckles, his hand twisting with his Swiss army knife as he works on something you can’t possibly comprehend.

“I’m not making any promises” he tells you and you fight the grin that wants to crawl across your face. You want to smile at him like he hung the stars but your job was to protect, not love. Even if you wanted to you’d be afraid of doing it for competition now, even if you didn’t know how Mac felt about Desi you knew she liked him.

That point is proven when you’re interrupted by the heavy footsteps of three men. A shot is let off in the air before you have time to register that the shot was heading for Mac. Desi does her job which is the same as yours, stepping in front of the bullet, and letting it knock her to the ground. You don’t have time to think about it, you move on command, years of skill practically motorized into your being. Your gun is out your holster in seconds and you’ve shot all three men to the ground before anyone can think about it. It’s what you were built for.

“Shit Desi, are you okay?” it’s Mac’s voice that pulls you from combat mode. You turn to find he has taken position over her fallen form, both her hands and his own holding her wound tightly as she bleeds from her torso.

“Been better Mac” she tells him, voice straining like she’s clearly in pain. You see it in his eyes though. It’s what keeps you from rushing to her side as well. It was there all along and maybe he was just as good at hiding it as you or you were denial. He’s looking at her the way you would’ve looked at him if he was the one laying on that ground.

“Matty, we’re gonna need an exfil location stat. Desi has been shot” you call over on your comm’s and the worried voices from the other team members seem to make you sadder. Feeling abandoned by your team and guilty for allowing such personal feelings to make you seem so cold towards a girl who had never done anything wrong to you.

“Alright, hang in there Des. We’ll get you out of here” it’s the nickname that comes from his mouth that makes bile rise to your throat but when he cradled the girl in his arms it’s something else entirely. Pain worse than you’ve faced in the field sears through you and when Mac looks up at you, you decide it’s time to accept that this is your life now. Him and her. The real team.

What you don’t know is that Mac see’s it. The pain, it’s written clear as day across your face. It startled him for a moment because you never give anything up. A statue of a person and to see you seem so dejected is heartbreaking in a way he can’t comprehend. He knows it’s not worry for Desi, he’s sure that is inside of you somewhere, but the pain written across your face is one of longing. After months of wishing you’d reciprocate any feelings for him at all he realizes they were always there, just under the surface.

Matty pulled off an emergency extract quickly, and thankfully the debrief was quick due to worry of Desi’s condition. Everyone can tell you’re defeated, more than likely thinking it was from an unsuccessful mission. You let them, and go to your rented room in Mac’s home. For the first time in months wishing you didn’t live there. Thankful Bozer and Mac stayed back you pour yourself a heavy glass of wine, find yourself in a warm shower, and then curled on your bed in some pajamas with a book. You’re four glasses of wine deep and halfway through the book when you hear the front door open and close.

“I’m home” is called out. Mac who had been with Desi all this time. Bozer had come home hours ago, and was more than likely asleep. For the first time in a while you wished you had shut your bedroom door to avoid him, have a good night sleep in before you had to deal.

“Hey, you’re up” he’s in your doorway in seconds. You feel yourself sitting up and removing the reading glasses from your face. Mac always finds it odd seeing you like this. Curled up in a mound of blankets and pillows, the smell of fresh wine and a vanilla candle, silk sleep sets laid across your skin, hair piled high on your head. You were so soft compared to the girl in the field. The same girl he watched take down three men in lightning speed today. Now somehow you were in bed with a book. Weird how the world worked.

“Not really tired, is um. Is Desi okay?” you feel bad for not showing much interest in her well being. You just needed some time to think, some time to regain your composure.

“Last I checked yeah, I haven’t seen her for a couple of hours” he admits as he walks in. As he sits at the end of your bed you realize this isn’t uncommon. You two are still friends. No matter what you realized today.

“I thought you were with her?” you give him a puzzled look and he shrugs.

“I was, yeah. Then once I knew she was stable I went back to the Phoenix to fill out a mission report. Then Matty took advantage and got me to catch up on paperwork I’d been avoiding for a while” you can’t help the soft giggle that escapes your lips. Mac was a professional at avoiding the paperwork part of his job but every once in a while Matty could get her way.

“That’s on you for going back” you tell him and he chuckles along with you, head nodding.

“Could I ask you something?” he says once the laughter has quieted down and you find yourself getting exceptionally nervous. He can’t tell.

“Always Mac, it’s kinda my job” you tease which is true. When you were hired at the Phoenix Foundation it was literally to protect Mac in the field. You were pretty sure his name is in your exact job description.

“You’re not on the clock” he says which in a way was true but not really. It wasn’t uncommon for threats to breach your shared home, the minute that happens you’ll be protecting him then too.

“MacGyver, get to the question” you tell him even though you’d rather he walk out and never ask you any questions ever.

“Today you looked, well you never usually look like anything. But today you looked hurt, dare I say heartbroken” and you feel all the air sucked out of the room because you had shown emotions past your exterior and Mac had seen them.

“I don’t know what you mean” but you couldn’t look him in the eyes and he knew. He knew it deep in his bones.

“Look Y/N, maybe I could be wrong. That it was all just concern but if you feel anything for me the way I feel for you than that look was so much more than that” his words almost didn’t register. Your heart caught them before your head did. It was ramming against your rib cage and your head was snapping towards him because MacGyver of all people just admitted to having feelings for you.

“Feel for me?” you questioned quietly, your eyes locking on his own blue ones. You had seen Mac serious about many things before but somehow this seemed like more.

“Are you kidding me Y/N? Of course I have feelings for you. I spend all of my time with you considering we work and live together. On top of that you are always taking care of me and are the most interesting person I’ve ever met in my life. I was in love with you within a month of knowing you. Jack would always tease me about it” a small squeak left your throat at his confession. Wondering how you had never seen it before.

“Jack knew?” maybe it wasn’t the best question at the moment, but since Jack had passed it was hard to bring him up. Knowing he had passed away and there were things none of you guys got to tell him.

“Yeah, I always promised him I’d tell you how I felt one day and every day since he passed I’ve been breaking that promise more and more. So here I am not breaking it” he told you, a hand running wildly through his hair.

“What about Desi?” you wanted to make sure, needed to make sure.

“She’s just a friend. Most of the time I just flirted with her to get a reaction out of you” this was the most shocking of all. You’d expected him to say he had gained feelings for her too, but now as he sat at the end of your bed staring back at you with hopeful eyes you realized this was never the case.

“So it’s me?” you asked and a smile cracked across his face, a deep chuckle coming out as he dropped his head. His soft blonde locks dangling in front of his eyes.

“Yes Y/N. It’s always been you” he told you once he looked back up, and finally you allowed a real smile to cross your face.

“Well this is a first” you chuckled, hand reaching to grab your glass of wine. You gulped back the last sip and abandoned the empty glass, him watching you closely.

“What is?” he asked once you seemed to have your head straight.

“Having someone return the same feelings I have for them. I mean it usually never happens because I save face when it comes to emotions but here we are. You and me. In my room. Being adult and admitting things like attraction” you blabbered lightly and Mac laughed, a wide grin on his face. You suddenly had the urge to grab hold of the deep red shirt he had on, it matching the color of wine on your lips.

“So you’re admitting you like me too?” he asked and you just rolled your eyes before shoving your book out of your lap.

“Shut up and kiss me MacGyver” and he wasted no time, a devious grin crawling across his face as he moved to climb over to you. The anticipation of him getting closer seemed to take forever but finally he was face to face, arms locked on either side of you, and you took a moment to inspect every inch of him. “I have good taste”

“I do too” and then he was closing the gap between you both. Lips slotting gently against your own. His mouth was warm and soft, much different from his calloused hands. Your fingers tangled in his hair, mussing it around. Kissing him was like taking in a breath of fresh hair and pretty soon his tongue was dipping your mouth, tasting the wine left behind from your leisure afternoon. Tangling your tongue with his own you realize you could stay like this forever, just the two of you, in this room.

“It’s so not fair” you said once you broke apart, foreheads pressed together and heavy breaths panting out of both of you.

“What’s that doll?” he asked and you sighed.

“You’re good at everything else, you can’t be good at that too” and he was laughing, arms wrapping around you as he rolled over and pulled you on top of him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll show you what else I’m good at too”

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ash5monster01 · 2 months

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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)

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ash5monster01 · 2 months

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Maybe some Macgyver as your bf headcannons? I love your content! <3

omg I’ve actually never done head cannons before but there are so many I have for the MacGyver fandom it isn’t even funny.

So without further ado, here is my very first attempt.

At least once a week he attempts to cook you dinner. He hates feeling like he’s taking advantage of you since you always cook for him, but he’s so bad at cooking it’s the only thing that makes sense. So you let him try and keep the pizza delivery guy on speed dial.

Whenever he leaves for a mission he makes sure to text I love you at the last possible minute. That way you know how he feels and he doesn’t have to hear you say it back or else he’d never end up going.

He loves teaching you how to fix his motorcycle. Sometimes he breaks something just so he can continue to teach you new things. Hence why it’s still in the living room.

When he proposes he makes your ring out of a paperclip. (I know he made Desi’s ring in the show but something about a paperclip and a broken piece of glass as a diamond suits him much more)

He always goes to Jack for relationship advice. Even if Jack has a zero percent success rate in relationships, no matter what he has the right thing to say.

He never buys you gifts. He makes absolutely everything. One time he even made you a necklace before even considering buying it.

You constantly argue about him not having curtains in his room. You argue that it’s like waking up inside the sun and he argues that you should already be up when the sun is up. You also argue that at any given moment your friends could be on the deck and see you messing around.

He loves when you kiss his scars. Considering he’s got many from field work and bullet wounds from previous relationship casualties. He was always insecure about them until you.

Same goes for his moles. Especially the one on his neck. It’s normally the first spot you kiss and he appreciates it since kids used to pick on him for them in school.

Mac often gets nightmares. When he does you make sure to wrap your arms tightly around him without waking him up until he calms down.

I definitely have more but I will leave you with this for now <3

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ash5monster01 · 1 month

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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.

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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 you 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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ash5monster01 · 1 month

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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

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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"

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ash5monster01 · 1 year

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Scars of Our Past

Pairing: MacGyver x FemReader

Warnings: pure fluff, mentions of injury, mentions of nudity

Summary: You love every part of MacGyver, not a single part of him held an imperfection. You even find beauty in the things he thinks are the ugliest parts of himself.

word count: 563

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Normally you weren’t the first one up. It was usually Mac who had to pull you from the confines of your shared bed. Yet today, as the sun shone through the windows of the room, you found yourself admiring the blonde boy beside you as he continued to sleep. His hair fell messily onto the pillow, the hills of his cherry lips humming with sleep, the moles scattered like constellations across his body (including your favorite one on his neck), and the circular scar left across his pec.

Mac had told you the story connected with the wound many of times. Every time it brought up memories of heart break and betrayal and he absolutely hated that he had a constant reminder of it left on his skin. Yet to you, you viewed it as a badge a honor. Evidence that he experienced something so intense and in the end survived, and grew stronger from it. You wished he could see it that way too. Slowly you leaned over, pressing your lips to the edges scar, waking Mac in the process.

“Hey” he lazily smiled as he realized you were awake.

“Morning” you grinned back at him, lips finding his chest again.

“What’re you doing?” he asked, knowing he normally was the one to try and get you to wake up in the morning.

“Admiring your scar” you responded, not looking to lie. The flash of emotion across his face instantly showed he didn’t want to think of the imperfection.

“It’s nothing to admire doll” he began to sit up but you quickly pushed him back down. Sighing he allowed you to stop his movements, caving into your touch.

“Every piece of you is perfect Angus, including that scar” you only called Mac Angus when you were being serious. His eyes searched yours for any sense of falseness in your words.

“It just doesn’t carry any good memories” he muttered, not wanting to remind himself of one of the hundred heart breaks he’s ever experienced.

“No scar does Mac, but no matter what the good and the bad will leave an impact on us. You carry this scar to remind yourself how strong you are to move on from this” you told him, laying your head on his chest as you looked up at him.

“I will never understand how you can continue to see the good in everything considering our line of work” he smiled at you, his hand curling into you hair and brushing it out of your face.

“As long as I get to sleep in this bed with you every night, I’ll never stop seeing the good” you said before pressing one last kiss to his scar.

“Alright, give the scar a little less attention and these lips some more” he teased and you giggled as he gripped your arms and pulled you up to meet his face.

“Every part of you is beautiful MacGyver, don’t you forget it” you grinned before pressing your lips to his. His arms wrapped around you quickly, pushing your bare chest to his own. You felt like one being as you settled into the comfort of his arms and lips.

“Helps that I have someone just as beautiful by my side” he told you as you pulled away for air and you smiled softly.

“I love every part of you, I always will”

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Tension

Pairing: MacGyver x FemReader

Warnings: 18+, implied smut, smut, tension, dirty talk, flirting

Summary: The tension between you and Mac had been high. Maybe it was the fact you guys survived dangerous missions together or just plain attraction, but for some reason you guys wanted each other. The desperation and clear lust for one another is bound to break, and it was going to be soon.

word count: 1387

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“You in?” Jacks voice came over the comms as you walked down the hallway of the mansion.

“Yeah, guards at the front door didn’t even see me coming” you snickered as you recalled two of the worst trained guards you had ever seen.

“Find Mac yet?” Jack proceeded to ask, mind currently on the task at hand. If he was able to come in himself he would’ve.

“Not yet. I’m sure he isn’t far” you informed him. Of course Mac had to go and get caught while he was in the mansion stealing files on the weapons dealer they were currently trying to get evidence against. It wasn’t uncommon for you or Jack to save him while he was in trouble.

“Let me know if you need backup” rolling your eyes slightly you continued to look through the halls until you finally come upon double doors, the sound of muffled voices behind it.

“Think I found him” you whispered over the comms before pressing your ear to the door. From the sounds of it, it was another two guards conversing, and if they were anything like the other ones this would be easy. “I’m going in”

Preparing yourself you cocked your gun, ready to use it if needed. Gaining some momentum you kicked your foot into the door, and with your luck it slammed into the back of a guard, knocking him over. You had a split second to see Mac was handcuffed to a chair before the other guard started for you. Wasting no time you dodged his punch and quickly retracted back and hit him hard. He continued to attempt to fight but you managed to get him down by kneeing him in the gut and slamming the butt if your gun into the back of his head. Both guards now passed out on the ground you moved to Mac.

“Got him” sounds of celebration followed after they listened to your fight. You clicked your comm off, smirking at the blonde boy.

“Tried to keep you quiet huh?” you teased as you moved to peel the duct tape from his mouth. He quickly stretched his jaw the moment you freed him.

“They weren’t much for conversation anyway” he grinned at you and you felt your heart flutter in your chest.

“You happen to see where they put the key to your cuffs?” you asked, looking to free him.

“Sadly no, but I do have my knife” he wore a proud look, already swooning over the fact you just came in here, kicking the shit out of some guys to save his ass.

“Where’s you knife Mac?” you asked, crossing your arms, and he shifted in his seat.

“Front pocket babe, but I’m not saying which one” the thing with Mac is he exuded sex appeal. Thing was, you couldn’t ignore it. The moment you met him you could feel the tension. It was prominent and there from the start, no reason to hide. So you spent most of your time testing the waters, teasing each other, and waiting for one of you to cave.

“You sure you don’t want me to shoot it off?” you asked, waving your gun before shoving it in your holster.

“No point in breaking them babe, I want to use them later” your stomach jumped at the thought before caving and digging your manicured hand into his pocket. Of course it was the wrong one, and the thought your hand was this close him made your heart double in speed. Messing with him you shoved your other hand into the other side, you fingers curled around the metal of his pocket knife before smirking at him.

“I always wanted to get into your pants” you teased and he shifted again, your hands moving dangerously close to where he wanted, and you slipped your hands out just to tease him.

“The invite has always been there” and suddenly he moved his hands out in front of him, already free from the cuffs. Instantaneously you crossed your arms and he dropped the paperclip he had used to free himself.

“I‘ll get you for that” you pointed at him while shoving his pocket knife into your own front pocket.

“I hope you do” he grinned, standing from the chair. Despite the fact you were still in a very dangerous man’s house he sauntered towards you like he had all the time in the world.

“Don’t forget I’m the one that carries a gun” you quipped and he smiled, dipping his own hand into your front pocket.

“And I still have these handcuffs” he tilted his head and you let out a breathy sigh as he curled around the knife in your pocket. This was a dangerous game, touching each other so close to where you wanted to be touched.

“I have a feeling you’re going to be the one wearing them” you told him and he continued to move his face closer to yours, dipping his tongue to wet his lips.

“I intend to, if you actually come over” he told you, knowing you weren’t quite ready to cross that line yet. Hiding from the sexual tension had been hard but you still liked staying professional as well. Yet standing here, him towering over you, who gave a fuck about professionalism. In seconds you launched your arms around his neck, hungrily kissing the blonde boy.

“Fuck” he cursed as he continued to kiss you back just as feverishly. Your hands were everywhere, attempting to discover every piece of each other you hadn’t yet. Tugging on his hair he let out a throaty moan and you hummed in satisfaction. Slowly he worked his way down your neck, hands squeezing your ass as he undoubtedly left a deep purple mark on your neck. You weren’t even sure what planet you were on, the fact you were technically working now completely lost on you.

“Mac” you moaned and he removed himself from your neck, grinning at you and your lusted out expression. He hoped you had that same dazed look after he fucked you.

“I know baby, knew we’d be this good” he whispered and you smiled before he pressed his hot mouth against yours again. Your tongues roamed every inch of each other. You were so turned on you weren’t sure how this was going to work.

Your hands crawled under his shirt, scratching at his bare skin. He removed one hand from your ass to cup your breast and you moaned into his mouth, him completely muffling the sound. This egged him on to continue fondling you. He wished he could do it without the barrier of clothes, ravish every inch he possibly could.

“Oh God!” the sound of Riley’s voice over the comms broke you out of your trance, and you jumped away from the gorgeous boy.

“Everything okay?” Mac asked, and you nodded before pressing a hand to your ear.

“Riley, what’s going on?” Mac realized it wasn’t anything he did as you responded to comms that he had lost when he was captured.

“You weren’t responding on comms, I finally hacked security footage. I saw you, I saw, uh-"

“What did you see Rye?” Jack asked and a deep crimson covered your cheeks as you lifted your head to see the security camera in the corner.

“Nothing, she saw nothing. Me and Mac are on our way” you spoke and the boy snickered, following your gaze to the camera, and giving a little wave.

“Okay, we’ll see you soon” Jack said and you sighed as you clicked off your comms again.

“Did she enjoy the show?” Mac asked and you rolled your eyes, lightly slapping his arm.

“You just got us caught, you jerk” you spoke and he continued to grin.

“At least I finally got to kiss you” he said and you sighed and started for the door. Quickly he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back, kissing you quick enough you couldn’t respond. “So am I seeing you later?”

“You think after that I could say no?” you smiled and he chuckled before you turned back around, holding his hand in yours as you rushed out of the building.

You always knew MacGyver could push you over the edge, you just had no idea falling would be so fun.

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ash5monster01 · 1 year

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Back To You

Pairing: MacGyver x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of heartbreak

Summary: based on the song Back To You by Selena Gomez. You try to give Mac space, protect him and allow him to be happy without having to worry about you. Yet after you realize you’ve still been thinking about him for a whole year, you finally decide it’s time to go back.

word count: 1444

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It was day number 365.

It was just another day, yet it wasn't because here you were lying awake, staring at the bright red numbers that glowed 12 am into the room. Officially day 365. 1 whole year and here you were wide awake thinking about him again. Suddenly you realized you must've not gotten any sleep this past year.

Rolling over you spotted the bare back of the male beside you. This wasn't right. It was never right. Sighing you rolled again to face the ceiling. For the past 2 months you had kept returning to this house to try and keep the thoughts of him away but much to your surprise it didn't work. Now it was day 365 and it made you realize you couldn't do this anymore.

Rolling back to face the clock it was now 12:02 am and you didn't feel any better. Quickly standing up you slipped on your jeans and grabbed your purse and heels. Every day it felt like you did the walk of shame out of this house. Just never this early. As soon as you sat in the car you tried to convince yourself to just drive home and eat away all the feelings. But some force was pulling at your heart and that was the only explanation you had for starting 20 minutes in the opposite direction.

By the time you got there it was 12:30 and it took you another 30 minutes to work up the courage to walk up to the front door. This was silly. Everyone knew it. But this was unfinished business and at the end of the day you couldn't help but want to be in his arms and do it all again. No matter what all you ever wanted to do was go back to him. And with that thought it got you to ring that doorbell fresh at 1 am.

It took a moment and then the front entry lights flashed on and the nerves rushed up your spine and made you stomach sick. Now you half expected Mac to be shirtless, opening the front door, and looking shocked to see you but instead Bozer had opened the front door and as soon as he spotted you his eyes went so wide you could barely tell you just woke him up.

"Y/N what are you doing here?" your stomach turned at the idea of explaining but at the end of the day Bozer was one of your best friends and he would understand any situation you were in. He was just that kind of guy.

"Would you believe it if I said I got lost on the way home?" Bozer immediately noticed what was actually going on here and ushered you inside.

"No, but I could never refuse a visit from you. Even if it was 1 am" Bozer led you to the the kitchen and started brewing some coffee for the both of you. It wasn't hard to notice that all the pictures of you had been removed from the room.

"So what are you actually doing here Y/N?" he asked as he handed you your coffee, made to the exact way you liked it. Only Bozer would of course remember.

"It's been a year. Today. Did you know that?" Bozer dropped his head as he heard the sadness laced throughout your voice.

"Not hard to forget. That's why I agreed to let Mac stay late at work. Keep his mind off of things" you gripped the mug tight. Bozer of course had kept this in mind and made sure Mac would make it through.

"So he's not home-"

"Y/N I don't even think you should see him" you dropped your head. Bozer of course was only protecting you both from the chance of heartbreak again but all you wanted to do was hold him even when you weren't supposed to.

"I still love him" Bozer went to reply but headlights flashed across the kitchen. It wasn't hard to spot Mac's jeep pulling into the driveway.

"You should go" he mumbled and you knew he was trying to protect you but the idea of seeing Mac was keeping you glued to the stool.

"Bozer what are you still doing up?" Mac's voice filled the home as the door opened. Once he shut it he turned towards the kitchen and spotted the two. Automatically he froze. He would've stayed at work later but he couldn't pay attention with the thought of you roaming around his head.

"I'll leave you two alone" Bozer grabbed his coffee and walked back down the hall to his bedroom.

"What are you doing here?" Mac didn't move from his spot. He wasn't even sure he could go through this conversation without begging for her to come back. But she has to want to come back. He can't keep her.

"I just wanted to catch up" you weren't sure why you lied. Maybe it was because seeing him now in his jeans and black long sleeve shirt with his hair all messy from what it looked to be running his hands through it to much.

"Is it overstepping to call bullshit" it pained him to see you. He wanted you so bad he thought it was cruel you were just ‘catching up’.

"I couldn't sleep okay Mac. I'm not even sure why I came here myself. All I know is I couldn't get you out of my head so I drove here at one am to see you" Mac froze as she spoke. Blurting the words out made it all so real.

"You left" he whispered and a lone tear slipped down her face.

"I left because you needed your focus. Bozer had just found out about your job and you were protecting him. I'd go days without seeing you. I didn't want you to worry about being there for me" Mac walked to the fridge and grabbed a beer as he let out a long sigh.

"If you were so worried about taking care of me did you think about how much it would hurt me when I came home after five days to have all your stuff missing and a note that said goodbye" you turned your head. It wasn't your best moment, but you knew one look at Mac's face and you wouldn't do it. You wouldn't leave.

"I was to in love with you. If I saw you, those blue fucking eyes I would've kissed you instead of give you space. I needed you to be happy. Even if it meant hurting you at first" Mac wouldn't turn from the fridge. He couldn't look at her. Looking at her made this all to real for him.

"I hate how much you meant to me. I fell so hard and you left. It hurt everyday. It still hurts. And I can't give you that power again. Not unless I knew you would never leave me again" slowly you stood up and he visibly tensed when he heard the stool scrape across the floor. Somehow he tensed even more when you placed your hands on his arms. He had to turn around.

"Mac I have thought about you every day for a whole year. I've tried to move on but all I do is think about you. I knew I couldn't fight it anymore" Mac relaxed slightly and started to slowly turn around. Your hands fell from his body as he faced you. His blue eyes piercing your soul.

"You feel this?" he grabbed your hand and placed it on your chest. His heart thumped slowly against it. "Even though you broke my heart in two it still beats for you"

"Then let me fix it" you said and before Mac even knew it he placed his lips on yours, quickly kissing you. This was what he was afraid of, he knew when she came back he wouldn't be able to stay away. But then again as he kissed her he didn't feel bad. It was like relief washed over him.

Slowly he picked her up and set her down on the counter. Her hands tangled in his hair as she locked her legs around his waist. This was so SO good. It was like relapsing and everything seemed better than it ever was before. Breathing in his pine scent and tasting each others cherry mouths was enough to set fire to each others touch. When the both finally pulled away breathing heavily in each others faces it took only 6 words to convince Mac to let her stay.

"I'll always go back to you"

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ash5monster01 · 7 months

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Perfect To Love Part 17

Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader!PlusSize

Warnings: fluff, mentions of bullying, body image issues, fat shaming, angst, trust issues, language.

Summary: Beth Walker was used to living in the shadows. She had only one friend and anyone else who paid her mind usually bullied her for her size. So she learned to keep her mouth shut, her head down, and her heart closed because she had to accept the fact that she would be nothing more than the fat girl to people. That is until Robin decides Beth needs more in life and that might just include a boy who she never would’ve thought could see her for who she truly was.

word count: 2,631

Part 16 ←→ Part 18

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Beth loved her birthday. Being a Christmas baby was a different sort of magic. The only thing was she had never had anybody to spend it with before. That was until this year. This year she actually got to throw a party, one that everyone actually said yes to coming too. That was a first for her. Especially her parents who were shocked by the crowd Beth had brought in, and how different they all were from one another. Everyone had come. Robin, Nancy, Eddie, Dustin, Mike, Lucas, and Max.

Everyone except for Steve.

She couldn’t help but be disappointed but after all she didn’t invite him. She had planned this after making up with Robin and Steve hadn’t reached out until two days ago. She did see a glimpse of his car in the driveway when he dropped Dustin off and that thought alone made her heart lurch. Yet she couldn’t think about it for too long because for the first time her living room was full of people she loved, laughing as Dustin beat Lucas at another Atari game. The Christmas tree sparkling in the corner and all her birthday presents scattered under it.

“This cake is amazing” Eddie said, his mouth full of the chocolate cake with pink frosting her mother had made. Beth chuckled lightly at him before handing him a napkin.

“I’ll tell my Mom you said so” she told him and he just smiled wide because Beth’s Mom was her, just older, and he had no issue shamelessly flirting with them both.

“Oh I’ll make sure she knows” he said and then Beth was launching a pillow across the living room, hitting him square in the head, and Robin fell into a fit of giggles as this happened.

“You asked for it” Nancy said as she pulled the cake from his lap to avoid further damage of smearing it on any furniture.

“Nance, are you going to see Johnathon for the Holidays?” Beth asked as if she didn’t just attack her other friend and Nancy smiled softly.

“Yeah he flies in the day after Christmas. I’ll have him till New Year’s day” she smiled softly, a warm blush on her cheeks and Beth vaguely wondered what it would be like to be so far away from the one she loved. Then she realized in a sense she knew, Steve being a far away thought for a while now.

“Me and El call the basement” Mike called out from the floor in front of the TV and Nancy rolled her eyes.

“You’re fifteen Mike, you do not need to be alone with your girlfriend” Nancy bickered back and Mike shot daggers her way.

“Yes I do” and then the two of them were arguing, clearly pent up for time alone with significant others.

“Will is coming home too, I can’t wait” Dustin piped in, eyes glued to the screen as he yet again beat Lucas at whichever game they had moved onto playing.

“It’s been so long since the original party has been together. Mike has been planning a campaign all week” Lucas grinned as he set down the remote, now tired of Dustin destroying him at every game. Max crossed her arms and instantly glared his way.

“So you can spend 19 hours in a dusty basement that smells while ignoring me?” she asked and Lucas instantly got nervous under her stare.

“You’ll have El” he offered and she just rolled her eyes before standing to sit beside Beth on the couch.

“Boys” she muttered and Beth just chuckled at the fiery red head, in awe of how she had put up with all of them for so long.

“All right let’s stop bickering and let’s do presents” Robin clapped her hands together and instant footsteps came from the kitchen.

“Ooh presents! Wait for us” Allie cooed as she joined the kids in the living room and Alan grumbled from behind her, following at a much slower and less eager pace.

“Alright let’s get this over with” Alan said but Beth knew he didn’t mean it in a mean way. That was just her Dad, and she loved him dearly for it.

Presents got handed her way, the first from Robin. She had bought her a new book she had been wanting. Nancy then gave her a new dress, very similar to the one she got on her first date with Steve and Beth could only smile. Eddie had gifted her a homemade Corroded Coffin shirt and she chuckled before telling him she loved it. The kids had all pitched in to buy her a necklace, it was dainty and silver, and held a tiny charm that said 84. The year her car was built. It was extremely thoughtful. Then her parents had gifted her a copy of Back to The Future on VHS, knowing her love for Micheal J. Fox. After all of that there was still one gift left, neatly wrapped with a beautiful yellow bow around it.

“It’s from Steve” Robin muttered, unsure of Beth’s reaction and she felt a bit of shock wash over her before seeing Dustin who sat nervously avoiding eye contact. She knew he had brought it for him and he was very kind to do so.

“I’ll open it later” Beth told her softly and Robin nodded as she placed it back under the tree, an awkward and quiet lull now filling the living room.

“Do you all want to hear me practice Metallica?” Eddie asked and the room instantly erupted in groans and Beth could only chuckle as she smiled at Eddie. Thankful he had lightened the mood.

The rest of the night went perfectly. The group even warming up to her father who could only laugh at their antics. He was glad Beth had found a group of good people and that they were willing to come here on a Sunday. Yet they couldn’t stay forever so Beth slowly said goodbye to them, one by one as they left to go home and celebrate Christmas time with their families. Soon it was just Robin left and even she had given Beth a big hug before going home to her parents. It was a beautiful winter night, snow falling softly on the ground, and the houses outside all had Christmas lights that lit up the earth. She couldn’t help but let her mind wander to the gift, feeling it stare her down as she looked outside, curled in a blanket with hot cocoa in her hands. Finally she realized she’d just have to do something about it.

“Mom, Dad, I’ll be back in a little while” and then she was snatching her coat, the present, and a letter from her room, before rushing out the door to her car. She reminisced on the first time she took this route, annoyed with Robin she even got tricked into driving this way and now suddenly she wanted to do this drive a hundred times over if it meant getting to see him every time. Just the thought of him all alone in the big empty house with no decorations, sugar cookies, hot cocoa, stockings, presents, a Christmas tree, loved ones, was heart breaking.

Beth stood under his porch light, watching the snowflakes flutter down, she could feel them getting caught in her lashes, and she knew the tip of her nose was pink. If she waited any longer she’d be the color of Steve’s door, and then she remembered he was all alone behind it and that was partly her fault. She had taken all his friends for her birthday and hadn’t included him. So she removed one hand from the present she had clutched to her chest and softly knocked on the door.

“B” he looked surprised and Beth just shook with a chill as she offered up a soft smile. “What’re you doing here?”

“Well it’s my birthday and I realized the only person I wanted to spend it with wasn’t there” she told him and Steve was smiling before ushering her in from the cold.

“You didn’t open my present” he noticed and Beth shrugged as his hands rubbed up and down her arms to warm her.

“Didn’t feel right to open it without you, and I had a present for you too” she smiled at him and he could only chuckle, somewhat relieved and over the moon that she was here.

“Come on and warm up, then you can open your present” Steve said and Beth nodded as she slipped off her shoes and went the familiar direction of his living room. Once she was sat on the couch, keeping her coat on for warmth, he was covering her lap with a blanket.

“Sit with me?” she asked softly and Steve smiled as she lifted a side of the blanket and allowed him beside her.

“Go on, open it” he grinned at her and Beth laughed as she delicately removed the bow before ripping the paper. Who would’ve thought Steve was so good at wrapping gifts.

Inside was a frame, gold with a beautiful engraving along it, and inside the frame was three pressed flowers. Beth was almost confused until she saw his handwriting underneath. October 12th 1985. The day of their first date. That was when she realized he had saved some of the flowers he had brought her and made this himself with the intention of giving it to her later on. If she hadn’t believed the letter before she had believed it now and her stomach did one full swoop as she looked at him.

“Steve, it’s beautiful. I don’t know what to say” and he just blushed, a nervous hand rubbing the back of his neck.

“I just figured it was something you’d want to remember” he told her and she smiled before reaching into her pocket. The letter she had grabbed was not the one he had written her but in fact one she had written in response.

“Here, for you” she told him and Steve nervously glanced at her as she gave him a letter with his own name written in cursive across the front. “Go on and read it”

Dear Steve,

I have always wanted a love letter but I have always wanted someone to love more. I pulled back because I was afraid I would always love you more than you loved me, if you even loved me at all. Now I know that isn’t true. In fact Steve Harrington, after reading your beautifully written letter I’m pretty sure you love me just as much, if not more than I love you. Isn’t that such a beautiful thought? To be loved and know love even if it’s once in a life time. It was more than I ever imagined it being and now I know I’m worthy of it. You did that for me Steve, you made me see that I’m more than just my size. I’m well appreciated in this ugly and often times lonely world and I’m probably the luckiest girl in the world to be loved by you. I’m glad Robin had asked you to meet me because if you never did I’m afraid I still would be to scared to put myself out there. I held myself back and if we had never met I would still be hiding and the thing about loving someone is allowing yourself to be loved. There is no use thinking you’re unworthy without seeing if you really are. Keeping yourself sheltered from it, safe from heart break, keeps you from enjoying it in the first place. So even if I only get to love you for a little while or forever, at least I got to love somebody as much as they loved me.

Yours, Beth ♡

“You forgive me?” he nervously asked, trying desperately to keep his eyes from watering because all he ever wanted was to be loved back by somebody. He always felt like he gave more with Nancy and his parents never stuck around long enough to care. But now he had someone who loved him just the same.

“I think I did a while ago, I was just scared” she told him earnestly and he smiled before darting towards her. His lips met her own in a haste, kissing her for all she was worth, because Beth Walker was worth the entire world.

“You are perfect to love Beth Walker, don’t forget that” he told her once he pulled away, heavy breaths puffing out, and Beth had found herself completely warmed over now as she accepted this response from him. Accepted taking the risk of loving another even if it meant in the end she could be heartbroken.

“You are too Steve Harrington” and he was grinning before pressing his smile back to her own. The two of them too caught up in each other. Steve relishing in the feeling of her fingers tugging lightly at his hair and he gave her hips a squeeze, thankful his empty home was now so warm. Warm with the welcoming presence of the girl he couldn’t help but fall in love with.

“Were you planning on sticking around for a while?” he asked, longing for her to stay and Beth looked to see what time it was. 8:15pm. She still had four hours of birthday left.

“Well I still have a little birthday left and I’d love to spend it with you” she told him, a warm hand curling around his bicep and she felt it flex lightly under her fingers.

“So I can keep you until midnight Cinderella?” he told her, lopsided smile tugging at his lips and she matched it before pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

“Yes, and you get to be with me for the best part too” she told him and Steve snuggled closer to her, hands finding the skin under her sweater and Beth didn’t find herself as scared of it as she thought she would be.

“And what might be the best part?” he asked and Beth just hummed gleefully as she laid her head on his shoulder.

“The time I was born. 11:45 at night, my exact birthday” she told him and Steve watched as he delicately laced his fingers through her own, holding their hands over their shared blanket.

“Fifteen minutes later and you would’ve been born on the 23rd” he told her and Beth just shrugged against him.

“True but I like the 22nd. Something about the two’s, my angel number” she told him and Steve pressed a kiss to her hair.

“How does the number two relate to us?” he asked and Beth leaned her head up to look at him, her hand leaving his own to push same fallen hair back.

“Because you did it right the second time we met” and Steve was smiling something fierce at that before pressing a hundred kisses to her face. Beth erupted in giggles and when Steve finally ceased his attack he pulled her as close as he could.

“I guess that counts for you giving me a second chance too” and Beth giggled lightly, pressing a small kiss to his neck.

“I guess so, don’t make it a third. I’m not as lucky with three’s” and Steve was laughing and for the first time in a while everything was right. Everything felt as it should be and Steve could only bask in the feeling of getting to hold the person he loved during the Holidays. Getting to love a person no matter their faults because that’s how he always wanted to be loved. To be loved in spite of it all. No one is perfect, but everybody can be perfect to love.

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