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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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fandomsgalorebangs · 22 days

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halcyon-autumn · 7 months

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I actually said out loud “they’re fucking with me” when I realized that Mat used the Shadar Logoth dagger to DIY an ashandarei

#this was so good so funny I’m losing my mind #mat you funky little macgyver I love you #mat cauthon #wot spoilers #wot on prime spoilers #wheel of time tv series spoilers

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countesspetofi · 1 month

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Today in the Department of Before They Were Star Trek Stars, Nana Visitor guest stars in "Hellfire," episode 8 of the first season of MacGyver (original air date November 27, 1985). Visitor plays the wife of Mac's old friend Bill; the pair is trying to make their fortune as wildcatters. Mac helps them put out the blaze when their oil well catches fire, then promises to stay and help them rebuild at the end of the episode.

#star trek #star trek ds9 #star trek deep space nine #macgyver #1990s tv #1980s tv #tv sci fi #tv adventure series #nana visitor #richard dean anderson #cooper huckabee #rudy ramos

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selfindulgentfandomstuff · 9 months

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Umm lineup of MacGyver side characters nobody cares abt except me/j

Anyways from left to right:

Nicholas Helman (Murdoc’s former mentor and a notable villain on show)

Murdoc (my bf lol)

Emmett Becker (my self insert lol)

Cassian (Murdoc’s child)

Amber (Murdoc’s ex wife + Cassian’s mom)

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Individuals under the cut!

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lailuhhh · 7 months

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I just read somewhere that Afghanistan gets earthquakes and now I can’t stop thinking about Jack experiencing an earthquake for the first time with Mac in the Sandbox. Like are they out? Are they on base? How does Jack react? How does Mac react?

I can just of the idea that Mac’s been living the aftershocks of an earthquake his whole life(James leaving)

Dudedudedude like

Imagine them being out and Mac is actively disarming something but it’s not like a big quake and Jack’s over the radio like

Ya feel that? Somethin go off somewhere to make the ground shake? Musta been something big

Pretty sure that was an earthquake

Earthquake? I thought that was only for you Cali boys

No, there’s lots of places that get much worse ones, but California is kinda like the stereotypical thing everyone equates it to

And it’s not a big deal but a bit later the actual quake hits and it’s like big big

Jacks in his nest not really knowing what to do because he hasn’t experienced an earthquake like that, let alone an earthquake at all. Like— should he leave and check on Mac? Should he stay still? He knows the basic of what should happen if he was like in a house but this was out in the desert full of hostiles

Even better than that, he remembers Mac saying that that particular bomb had a motion sensor, so of course he starts to freak out because oh no this is bad

Alternatively, a little bit of a funny of them being at base when a big quake hits, I dunno maybe they’re in mess with a couple other guys and it happens and they all freak but Mac and a few others are calm or excited about it and they just laugh because it was completely unexpected

#bro like #I LOVE when earthquakes happen #it’s just so unexpected and chaotic #and I feel Mac would appreciate them #BUT BUT IMAGINE #a dumb little conversation of like #‘don’t think I’ve been on ground this unsteady since the farm flooded when I was a kid. how bout you?’#‘the grounds always kinda been unsteady since my dad left’#and THAT opens up a whole can of worms and whoa boy—#this idea will go in the eventual series of ‘Mac vs. Mother Nature’#sorry this took a sec I was at my sisters for her birthday #BUT ANYWAYS #lailuh speaks #macgyver #macgyver 2016 #ask #answer #hello thank you i love you #bold and nosy

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appalachianapologies · 2 months

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Asunder

A MacGyver (2016) fic set in the Smoking Room universe

Fic Summary: A week after Riley and Boze rescue Mac, more questions have arisen than been answered. Meanwhile, Strike Team Delta is called out to a mission while its members are still distracted.

#series summary coming soon to an ao3 near you #anyway here's 6k worth of plot that somehow ended up plotless. don't know how i managed that but bone apple tea #in which vi actually writes #macgyver #macgyver 2016 #angus macgyver #jack dalton #riley davis #wilt bozer #Smoking Room Universe #slowly building up enough exposition before i can write the 100k+ words ACTUAL plot

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black-angel-manips · 2 years

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Request by louka-por-series

#louka por series #tristin mays #lucas till #riley davis #angus macgyver #macgyver gifs #macgyver #gifs #macriley #david dastmalchian #murdoc #mines

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maturemenoftvandfilms · 2 years

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MacGyver (TV Series) - S6/E21 'Hind-Sight' (1991) Dana Elcar as Pete Thornton

Damn... I’ve forgotten how fuckable Dana was.

#Dana Elcar #MacGyver #tv series #Hind-Sight #american actor #husky daddy #handsome daddy #daddy #actor #celebrities #screenshots #CILF

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improvidus · 2 years

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Do you love the color of the sky?

Just kidding.

Greatest Hack(er) | Cold Open Challenge 2022

#i think about That One opening gambit from the og series a normal amount #art by improvidus #macgyver #riley davis #cold open challenge #tristin mays #fanart

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ente-lab · 7 months

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#photography #macgyver #total 80s #black and white #serie tv

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gameboymania · 11 months

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#macgyver #richard dean anderson #tv series #game boy #nintendo

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ash5monster01 · 1 year

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wanted to make a quick post and let you all know I’m still actively writing for this account, I’m in my final two weeks of school and working extra shifts at the moment. but my last day of classes is 5/4 so that means after that you guys won’t be able to get rid of me <3

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#imagine #requests open #writers of wattpad #writers of tumblr #mini series #macgyver #charlie dalton #marvel #andrew garfield #dps imagine #stranger things #bradley bradshaw fic #rafe cameron #steve harrington

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refinedbuffoonery · 2 years

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Sweater Weather Snapshots (10)

Dreaming + Local Summer + Elegy

When the month Bozer thought he’d be better passes, he picks a new month. It passes. Everything passes these days, if he’s not careful.

It’s September, which means the tourists are finally gone and the beaches are finally habitable for those who actually live here. Local Summer. In the evenings the sky is the color of ripened peaches resting below a sea of rich sapphire, like they fell to the floor of the sky, softly bruised and forgotten. Hundreds of crows pass overhead each sunset. Migration season has begun, and while many places see the growing absence of life as birds migrate south, Los Angeles is a safe haven for birds coming to rest for the winter.

Nights are crisp, but the days are still soaked in the heat of the sun, and the hills are haloed in the lingering golden light. In the dream of a longer summer, there is more time.

The days walk through him, and since she left Bozer has found it harder and harder to hold them.

He leans on the railing of the balcony of the apartment he and Leanna were supposed to move into together, the one he ultimately moved into alone.

Soft music plays from the T.V. speakers, floating out the open windows with the breeze. Bozer is hosting dinner tonight for his friends, his family. Soon his apartment will be full of warm, comforting laughter and love. So much love. He’s glad these walls get to experience that, even if it’s not the type of love he originally envisioned.

At a friend’s wedding, he and Leanna slow danced to this song. Even now he remembers the feel of her hand in his, their bodies pressed together as they swayed to the melody. The song has been stuck in Bozer’s head ever since. When it came on, he used to have to skip it or risk breaking down in tears, but now the weight in his chest brought on by the song feels like an essential part of him, like he’s still holding a bit of Leanna with him. Like the piece of his heart that once belonged to her is now simply filled by her.

Bozer had feared this since the moment he kissed her goodbye, before she left for that deep cover assignment. Before then.

He will love her forever, and they will never be in the same room again.

Sometimes Bozer imagines her there with him. His whole life teachers have commented what an active imagination he has. Sometimes it was praise, sometimes it came with a plea to stay out of trouble. It led to many of his and Mac’s greatest adventures and stories. It led to a brief film career and a box office hit. He sees things—opportunities and solutions—where others don’t; that’s his greatest skill. In that respect, he’s a lot like Mac. But the problem is that he sees things.

Ghosts, more specifically.

Not ghosts as in specters made of light and shadow, or non-corporeal beings who rattle doors and lower the temperature in a room. Those kinds of ghosts aren’t real.

What Bozer sees are the holes where something, someone, used to be—a space for them in this world carved out by lingering memory. Earlier he set the mail beside the empty space on the counter where Leanna’s purse would’ve gone. For better or worse Bozer is always aware of those holes, his own life still molded around the space hers once occupied.

Although Bozer supposes the movies get one thing right about ghosts: what they want most is to be seen, acknowledged, felt.

Every day he feels Leanna’s presence through the lack of it. In the movies, whenever a ghost appears, it always does so behind the living characters. For a long time, Bozer thought that was just for dramatic effect. But now he knows better. Ghosts always appear behind you because they know you have no choice but to look back.

Bozer glances over his shoulder, the way he used to when Leanna quietly approached from behind, but there’s only fleeting memory there to meet his eye. He, Orpheus and she, Eurydice; in every version of this story, a tragedy. If he could travel to that shadowed place she’s in now, if he could bring her back to this Earth, this life, he would. He’d hold her hand and lead her straight back into the light. But he can’t. No matter how hard he tries, the living cannot bring back the dead.

Bozer refuses to believe anything other than this: she is there. Even if she is a ghost and cannot be seen or heard she is

there.

The absence of something, still, a presence.

Just as she still occupies this apartment, Leanna still occupies Bozer's heart. Doomed to remember her longer than he knew her, but that's the risk love demands be taken. Love is the constant terror of what is kept and what is lost. One day there will be room in his heart to love another as fully as he loved Leanna. But Bozer isn't sure there will ever be room to remember another, to carry the memory of another, the way he remembers her.

Two great loves will fulfill a life.

Two great losses may very well break one.

It's only fitting she died in the fall—another soul exiting through the season's great departure gate. So many people coming and going and staying. Leanna has gone. Bozer stayed.

In the dream of a longer summer, they had more time.

Inside, a timer goes off, beckoning Bozer to return to the kitchen.

How many years have to pass?

Next month will be better. At least.

He’ll get better.

He’ll get,

is he getting,

will he?

#beth writes #macgyver #wilt bozer #leanna martin #macgyver fanfiction #sweater weather snapshots #we're back bitches #check back for regular updates of this series all fall

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