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refinedbuffoonery · 1 year

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Looking Through A Window (22)

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*****

Mac can’t wait to go home.

He falters a step when he realizes in this instance home means the safe-house apartment, not his house back in L.A. After more than a month of living there, it has begun to feel sort of home-y, in a way, although he chalks it up to Riley’s presence more than anything else. She feels like home. And after the day he’s had, he wants nothing more than to see just how close to home he can get. Preferably naked and in their bed.

Although he did promise her a date first.

But before that happens, he needs to rescue Riley from the Patriots’ warehouse. In what might be the dumbest idea she’s ever had, Riley suggested they divide and conquer—Mac buddy up with Conrad in an attempt to get closer to Cody, Riley with Ethan to plan the current governor’s (fake) assassination. So today while Riley was stuck with a man who loathes her very existence, Mac played golf with one of the biggest pieces of shit he’s ever met. And also Conrad.

(If Conrad hated her less, they would’ve switched roles. She’s actually decent at golf. Mac is terrible.)

Lengthening his stride as he navigates the nondescript hallways toward Ethan’s office, Mac finds himself driven less by the need to rescue Riley and more by genuine excitement to see her after a day apart. Call him co-dependent, but he missed her.

The route to Ethan’s office is one of the cleanest parts of the warehouse. The concrete floors have been swept, and there aren’t crates of ammo blocking the way like there are by the closet Conrad calls his office. But “out of sight, out of mind” doesn’t apply here, and the sheer number of guns in the building makes Mac’s skin crawl with desperation to get out of there as soon as possible. At least he himself isn’t armed today. Small mercies do exist.

Hopefully the universe will have mercy on him, and Riley will be ready to leave in the next thirty seconds. Mac slides his hands into his pockets to hide his crossed fingers—a gesture he learned from Jack but only became habit after the man was gone.

Voices echo down the hall; Mac can’t yet make out what they’re saying, but an insistent tone that makes him pause just out of sight.

“You’re an exciting woman, Genevieve. I’ve never been with a woman like you,” Ethan croons. “Your husband seems like a nice guy, but I see you. I see your ambition, your drive. I’m sure you wear the pants in your relationship.”

Riley says nothing.

“I thought so.” There’s another pause, and then— “Let me show you the big leagues.”

Mac grits his teeth, hands curling into fists at his sides. He’s ready to barge in there, show Ethan just what league he belongs in, but Riley says, “I like the league I’m in, and I love my husband. And if you want my help, you’ll respect that. Goodnight, Ethan.”

She walks out of his office, eyes widening when she sees Mac, but she signals for him to follow her down the hallway without so much as a hitch in her step.

When they’re clear, Mac mutters, “Unbelievable.”

“So you heard that.”

“I heard that you love me.”

Riley slips her hand into his, interlacing their fingers. Kisses him entirely too deeply considering where they are. “That I do.” She tugs him after her.

“I can’t believe he hit on you.” Mac would love to turn around and punch that asshole, but he has no business stepping in when Riley already handled it herself.

Riley scoffs, “That’s not even the worst thing he said today.”

Mac raises his brow. “Tell me.”

“Some racist shit I’m not going to repeat.”

There’s a weight on her shoulders, in her eyes, that Mac hasn’t seen since they confessed their feelings to one another. He’ll be the first to admit he’s been hiding behind those feelings and their shiny new relationship in order to avoid the reality of the Patriots. What they’re doing. What they believe in. Because the reality is that this is a group of white men who have turned their racism into a political agenda, backed by the kind of artillery no civilian has any business having. Artillery they have no issue using in order to get their way.

It’s not lost on Mac that this assignment is far worse for Riley than for him.

“I know we talked about going out tonight,” Riley says, “but can we just go home?”

Mac is learning the best thing he can do for her is create and maintain spaces she feels safe. So that’s what he’s going to do.

Outside, he opens the car door for her. “I’ll drive,” he offers, not because it’s the man’s job to drive but because she’s been on high alert all day and deserves a chance to zone out. The least he can do is get them home safe.

Let me carry this weight with you.

She lets him.

*****

When Desi arrives on their doorstep, Mac is struck with such a wave of homesickness that he pays little mind to the smug expression on her face. Or her goading, “I see once again nothing gets done around here without my help.”

And then their overwatch waltzes in like she owns the place.

Harley comes barrelling out of the bedroom, barking at the intruder in her space. Unfazed, Desi crosses her arms and tilts her head and says to the dog, “Honestly I’m offended you forgot me.” Harley quiets almost instantly and mirrors Desi’s head tilt as she decides whether Desi should be allowed to stay. Only after giving Desi’s shoes and pants a thorough sniff does Harley return to her usual observation spot on the end of the couch. She’s allowed, then.

Riley yanks her in for a tight hug, which Desi happily returns, leaving Mac to awkwardly watch. He and Desi don’t really do hugs anymore due to the whole ex thing. Even if he missed her.

“So,” Desi says, eyes sweeping the whole apartment before fixating on Mac and Riley. How close they’re standing. The wedding rings they’ve gotten in the habit of wearing even when alone. She definitely smelled that they used the same soap when showering (unfortunately separately) this morning; Riley isn’t wearing any perfume to cover it up. He sees the gears in Desi’s mind turning and wishes he couldn’t. The grin dawning on her face is downright diabolical. “Are you two fucking yet?”

Nevermind. She is a terror, and he didn’t miss her at all.

Riley chokes. “Excuse me, I have to go change my tampon.” After she all but runs from the room, Desi turns that smug expression on Mac. “Last I checked, a little blood doesn’t faze you.”

“Last I checked, you were all about keeping things professional.”

She shrugs and proceeds to give herself a tour of the apartment. Desi eyes the plants Mac keeps forgetting to water and lets loose a surprised huh at the lack of clothes (specifically Mac’s) on the floor before turning her focus on the bed. Pillows for two, sheets pulled back on both sides. In hindsight, they probably should have made it less obvious. “You’re not fucking,” she says slowly, “but you are sleeping together.” Not a question.

“We’ve been here for over a month. No one’s back can handle that long on a couch. Besides, it’s not like Riley and I haven’t slept together a hundred times before.”

Desi smirks.

He walked right into that one.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

Desi doesn’t need to know about the condoms in the nightstand drawer. Although there’s a definite possibility she’ll go through all their stuff the moment he and Riley leave her alone in the apartment.

Or maybe not, considering Desi’s reaction after Harley sniffs through her bag and pulls out the small bottle of pain meds she has stashed. Harley brings Mac the bottle, and Desi frowns and says, “Your dog’s a narc.”

Out of habit, Mac quickly glances at the label, noticing that she’s taking the strong stuff again. He needs to keep an eye on that. When Desi isn’t looking, he gives Harley a treat.

They get straight to work planning the governor’s fake assassination once Desi settles in, mostly to prevent her from asking any more nosy questions.

Desi is much better at this than they are. In fact, one of the first things she does is tell them their plan leaves way too much room for error. That they need to account for every route the governor might take so that the sniper (her) won’t end up out of position. Sharing a look behind her back, Mac and Riley sigh as Desi proceeds to redo most of their work.

As the day passes, Harley becomes instant BFFs with Desi and, that night, even sleeps on the couch with her. Mac thinks their dog is a traitor. Especially when he catches her as the little spoon tucked snugly into Desi’s chest. He supposes they get along so well because they’re both so stubborn and bossy.

On the bright side, with Harley sleeping on the couch instead of her usual spot—in the middle of the bed, head on Riley’s stomach, ass in Mac’s face—he and Riley can actually have some alone time for the first time in, well, ever.

Of course, Riley wants to waste it by talking.

Talking.

“Do you think she knows?” Riley asks quietly, not wanting Desi to overhear. They’re both lying on their backs, not touching, which Mac thinks is ridiculous despite not being brave enough to grab her and pull her close.

“I don’t think we were that obvious, no.”

“She’s not stupid.”

“No she is not.” Believe me, Mac wants to say. I know.

“I know we agreed not to tell anyone until after this is all over, but now that Desi is here. . .” Riley trails off. “Should we tell her? It feels wrong to lie to her, of all people.”

It does feel wrong. They should be upfront about it. But no matter that the three of them are in a great place now, telling Desi will still be awkward. Mac isn’t wild about having to tell his ex that the thing she once confronted him about, years ago, did come to fruition after all. After Mac swore on his life that it wouldn’t.

Not to mention. . .

“Bozer’s feelings will be hurt if he’s not the first to know.”

Riley swears. “I don’t want to tell him over the phone. This is—” she reaches across the bed, grabs his chest— “too big for that.” Mac’s pulse skyrockets under her touch, even with his shirt between them.

“I agree.”

He needs more; her hand on his chest isn’t enough. He wants her under his skin. But since that isn’t physically possible, he settles for the next best thing: nestling her against his chest.

Her breath warm against his neck, Riley says, “If we don’t tell her, then we can’t do any PDA or anything else couple-y in front of her. Even if she figures it out, we still shouldn’t do it. It’s not fair to make her watch all that. Not when she’s stuck with us, not when she can’t leave.”

Mac recalls the time when their roles were reversed and Riley was the third-wheel roommate watching him and Desi be a gross couple. A time during which he now knows Riley harbored feelings for him. He kisses her forehead. “Are you thinking about when you were in her shoes?”

He almost misses her quiet, “Yeah.”

He holds her tighter. “I’m sorry I put you through that. If I had known. . . I wouldn’t’ve.”

“I didn’t want you to know.”

“And now?”

“Now,” Riley interrupts herself by kissing him. “I’m going to tell you I love you every day for the rest of our lives.” She checks to make sure the bedroom door is shut before straddling him, and he grips the backs of her thighs.

Good thing Desi sleeps like the dead.

*****

Electric heat runs through his veins. Her back is to his chest like it so often is, but they aren’t sleeping.

Far from it.

It’s the best dream he’s had in a long time.

His hand slips under her shirt, teasingly brushing his thumb across the underside of her breast. Only when she whimpers does he touch her with more purpose. Intent. The heady scent of her fills his nose. He can’t usually smell things in a dream, but Mac certainly isn’t complaining about it. Wanting her for so long has made him desperate to have her in any way he can. He nips at the sensitive skin below her ear, and her hips rock back into his.

He feels every inch of her against him, that tantalizing mix of soft curves and hard muscle. God, what a dream.

Fingers circle his wrist, and then she’s moving his hand down, down the smooth plane of her stomach, down to the elastic waistband of her shorts. She’s not wearing any underwear. Only the shorts.

He hears her breathless cry, then feels the very real pain of her nails digging into his forearm.

Mac’s not dreaming anymore.

He’s wide awake now, and when he opens his eyes Mac realizes his dream was not, in fact, a dream. Riley has a hand clamped over her mouth to muffle her cries as she guides his fingers over her body. Her hips grind into his, harder now. Encouraging him.

He has never in his entire life wanted something more than he wants her right now.

In the back of his consciousness, he registers nails clicking on the floor, followed by the soft sound of the front door shutting. Desi is awake and letting out the dog. They have just minutes before she'll barge in to use the apartment’s sole bathroom. Shit.

“Riles,” he murmurs, lips brushing her ear. He kisses her neck. “We can’t.”

“Just get a towel and it’ll be fine. There won’t be that much blood.”

“No, not because of that.” He removes his hands from beneath her clothes, resigning himself to finish this in the shower, alone. “I’m not fucking you when we have an audience.”

The front door again. Harley barks, demanding to be fed. Faintly, he hears Desi telling the dog to have some damn patience.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Riley groans into her pillow, and Mac strokes his fingers down her back in apology.

He scrambles to find something to say to make this better, ultimately landing on, “I could wake up every day like this.” She shivers, and he continues, “Do you know how badly I want you? Want this?”

Riley’s fist clenches around the sheets.

There’s a swift knock at the bedroom door, but before either of them have a chance to respond, it opens and Desi pokes her head in. Mac rolls away from Riley too late; there’s no way Desi didn’t see how close they were. And Riley—damn her—pretends to be asleep, leaving Mac to deal with their nosy overwatch on his own.

Desi walks in dressed for a run. She doesn’t say a word, although the look on her face says plenty, as she quickly uses the bathroom. When she emerges, she announces, “I’m going on a run and will be gone for exactly one hour. While I am cool with this—” she gestures between them, and her approval is odd to come to terms with— “I do not want to see either of your naked asses when I return. Got it?”

In translation: Do not waste this opportunity because if I catch you I swear to god I will kill you myself.

Mac bites his tongue to hold in an irreverent Yes, ma’am, fearing he’d get punched if it slips.

Something softens in Desi’s eyes as she observes the way the pillows are only squished in the middle of the bed, proof that Mac and Riley slept mere inches apart. She asks, “Do you love her?”

She asked him that question once before, but where that time was spiteful, this time is in earnest.

“I do,” he replies. “Please don’t. . . We haven’t told anyone yet.”

Desi smiles sadly. “Your secret is safe with me. That’s never changed.”

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telltaleclerk · 1 year

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Guess who's writing a MacDalton Christmas fic bitches! ;)

@paigewinchester67 knows all about it.

#macdalton #macgyver #angus macgyer #jack dalton #I haven't written these boys in too long #i still love them so much

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saintsurvivors · 2 years

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scientists 🤝 terrorists 🤝 criminals 🤝 nascar 🤝 hitmen 🤝 secret agencies 🤝 wanting angus macgyver

#kel watches mac 2016 #angus macgyer #macgyver 2016

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fangirlfreak08 · 2 years

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Not it being over a year since macgyver got cancelled. I remember watching 5x10 for the first time like it was yesterday and that wasn’t even the last episode. The hell?

#i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again #time isn’t real #macgyver #angus macgyer #Riley Davis #desi nguyen #macriley #save macgyver

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bi-bard · 2 years

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Field Work - Angus MacGyver Imagine [MacGyver (2016)]

Title: Field Work

Pairing: Angus MacGyer (2016) X Reader

Word Count: 1,840 words

Warning(s): none

Summary: (Y/n) is sent into the field for the first time and is clearly out of their depth. Luckily, MacGyver is there to help with the new situation.

Author's Note: I... Listen. I watched a few episodes of this in a hotel room right before I moved into my new place and then, I started it from the beginning, and I am having a lot of fun.

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"(Y/n), you're gonna be in the field for this one."

"What?"

It felt like everyone asked the question at the same time. Matty looked around the room at all of us.

She had been discussing tracking down some war criminal, but nothing had caught me off guard quite like her telling me that I was going to be in the field.

"I'm not meant to be in the field," I said, shaking my head and scooting forward in the chair I had been sitting in.

"Well, I need you to be there," Matty shrugged.

"I'm meant to be behind the scenes-"

"This is not up for debate."

I fell silent. I felt a hand touch my shoulder as I did. I looked over at Mac, who grinned at me for a moment. I just turned back to the big screen on the wall.

"And you don't have much to worry about, Mac will be by your side the whole time."

"And why's that," Mac asked.

That's when Matty described where they thought the guy was hiding. It was a normal hotel. Well, it seemed to be normal. It seemed to be based on its reputation with couples.

My heart dropped a little bit. It was all clicking in my head. It didn't explain exactly why I needed to be in the field, but Matty refused to answer any follow-up questions. No other choice but to go along with it.

"I don't get it," I muttered as Mac pulled into the parking lot of the hotel. "Why would some hardened war criminal stay here?"

"Would your first instinct be to look for the war criminal at a fancy hotel mainly used for couple getaway trips," Mac asked.

I shrugged. He had a point.

"Alright, we've gotta make this look like we've done stuff like this a hundred times before," Mac explained as he parked. "Like it's normal for us to hold hands, be affectionate, that kind of stuff."

"I'll do my best."

"Hey," he said, tapping my knee. I looked away from the window. "You're going to be just fine. Probably a natural at this."

I rolled my eyes, trying to fight the grin on my face.

"Plus, I'll be there, and Jack'll be there. You're safe."

I nodded. "Okay."

"Stay there."

He got out of the car and jogged around to the other side. I bit back whatever scoff wanted to come out as he opened the door.

"Such a gentleman," I mumbled as I got out.

"Always."

Mac grabbed our bags, handing mine to me before wrapping his free arm around my shoulders. I almost jumped but managed to stop myself, instead just wrapping my arm around his torso and leaning my head against his shoulder.

Nothing interesting really happened for a while.

We just checked in, went back over the information we had, and went on with our day.

Mac kept me as close to his side as he could without tripping over my foot. He kept an arm wrapped around me, held my hand. I felt like I was being led around like a confused puppy.

Not that I was complaining. I was starting to believe that I could get used to being like this with him. Affectionate.

Nothing important happened until pretty late in the day. Mac and I had spent so much just walking around, trying to seem normal.

And then, we got to the pool.

It started with just surveillance. Us just keeping up our act and trying to get an eye on the target. We had pulled two of those pool chairs close to each other so we could talk without being too loud.

It was around this time that I felt a pair of eyes on me. A different pair of eyes. I looked across the pool to see a man staring at me.

Not just a man. The target.

I took a deep breath before looking over at Mac. He looked back over at me, grinning a bit at me.

I leaned over, lips brushing the shell of Mac's ear. I really needed this to not look suspicious at all.

"I have an admirer that looks oddly similar to our target," I whispered, pulling back with a smile.

My eyes darted to the side for barely a second before I focused back on Mac. His eyes followed my gaze to see the man sitting on the other side of the pool.

"I see," he muttered.

I looked around the rest of the pool. It was pretty late. Most people had cleared out at that point.

Mac grabbed my hand, pulling me closer to him. "You need to go flirt with him."

"Flirt? Mac, I don't flirt. I don't even think that I know how."

"What you were just doing-"

"Was affection. Flirting... Confident flirting... I can't do that."

His thumb grazed my knuckles. "You'll be fine. Just do what feels right. I'm sure you're a natural."

I took a deep breath before leaning over and pressing a kiss to Mac's cheek. I stood up and walked over to the hot tub nearby. I let my eyes linger on the target as I sat down.

There were a few moments where nothing happened before the target joined me in the hot tub.

"Hello," he said, leaning back against the edge, arms stretched along the top of them.

"Hi," I replied, trying to seem more nervous than I was. Like he was the reason I was so nervous. Just not in a 'he's a man that committed war crimes' kind of way.

"How are you enjoying your stay," he asked.

"It's lovely," I nodded. "Even with someone watching me from across the pool."

I tried to keep the smirk sitting on my face. Not uncomfortable. Don't make him think that he terrifies you.

"It's quite rude, y'know. Staring like that."

"I couldn't help myself."

Ew. I want to go back to Mac. He seemed to care about me being truly comfortable. This guy didn't. I think I could've shown just how much he scared me, and he wouldn't have cared.

"It's a shame someone like you was left all alone."

"Oh, I'm not alone-" I looked back to see Mac had left his seat. My eyes scanned to catch him hidden away. His face was scrunched up. He was just glaring, he looked disgusted. I would've furrowed my eyebrows if I wasn't in this situation. "Well, I guess I am."

When I turned back to the man, the guy had moved across the hot tub, a knife now being held up to my chin.

"You almost convinced me," he grumbled. "But you're acting... it's sloppy. New to the field, aren't you?"

I took a deep breath.

"And your little partner abandoned you," he continued. "Should've been more careful."

"'More careful,'" I repeated. He chuckled.

I grabbed his wrist in one hand and his throat in the other. I shoved him back, essentially slamming his back against the brick material. The hand holding his wrist only moved for long enough to force the knife out of his hand. I heard it get thrown away from us.

"I got him."

I looked up when I heard Mac's voice. I moved back, letting Mac drag him out of the hot tub and handcuff him.

I pulled myself out, jumping a bit as a towel was thrown my way. Jack was standing off to the side.

"How you feeling," he asked.

"Like I need a shower," I replied, drying myself off.

He chuckled. "I'm gonna help Mac and we'll try to get you to a good shower as soon as possible."

I just nodded.

We didn't really speak on the way back. I was more stuck in thought than anything. I couldn't shake the look on Mac's face when he saw me in the hot tub. I couldn't truly read the expression. It just stuck with me. Like some part of my subconscious knew that it was important and refused to let me forget about it until I had said something about it.

I don't think I spoke to anyone until I found Mac in the war room. He looked up from whatever he had been looking at and smiled at me.

"Look at the star of the hour," he said as he stepped over and hugged me. I hugged him back, letting my eyes close for a moment. "You did a great job. Told you that you'd be a natural."

"Thanks."

He stepped back, going to close whatever file he had been given.

"Can I ask you about something," I asked.

"Of course," he nodded.

"It's just... there was this moment... right before that guy pulled out the knife. You were watching the pair of us from off in the distance. And... something about your face stuck with me..."

I found myself struggling to put the words together. How was I meant to ask this without feeling like I was ruining things?

He chuckled. "Was it the eyes? I'm telling you, they're distracting-"

I cut him off. "You weren't jealous today... were you?"

Mac's eyes went wide for a moment, his mouth falling open a bit. For the first time ever, I was seeing Angus MacGyver speechless. I would've reveled in that more if my heart wasn't sinking.

"Mac-“

“I was,” he stopped me this time. He took a few steps forward. He was close. Too close. I was certain that he could hear my heart speeding up. “I hated watching you get so close to that guy. Even for a few minutes. All I could think about was how natural it felt to hold your hand and have you lean your head on my shoulder. And you kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear. Everything about this mission felt so… natural. Like I had been waiting for it.”

It was my turn to be speechless. I agreed. Of course, I agreed. But I didn’t know how to respond to that.

Mac’s hands found the sides of my face. He stood there silently, studying my eyes. I was doing the same to him. I reached up and touched his hands, grinning at him.

He smiled back at me before he took another step forward. I leaned in as he did, quickly pressing my lips to his. His hands moved from my face to my sides as he chuckled a bit against my lips. My hands grabbed at the fabric of his shirt, holding him as close as I could.

I slowly leaned back a few moments later. I opened my eyes to find Mac already looking at me.

"You... have nothing to be jealous of," I said quietly.

"I would be very confused if I did," he replied. I rolled my eyes, going to step back. He stopped me before I could get too far. "Nope, not yet."

I was about to say something sarcastic in response, but I didn't have a chance before he kissed me again.

I could definitely get used to this.

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natashxromanovf · 2 years

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🎬📺share ten different favorite characters from ten different pieces of media in no particular order🎮🃏 Then send this to 10 people (anon or not, your choice)

hey <333 ohh i like this, i’ll try to choose different characters than before

angus macgyer (macgyver)

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ruby roundhouse (jumanji)

hayley marshall (the originals)

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quanticowrites · 2 years

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I'd go anywhere for you Part 3 (Angus Macgyver x Female! Reader)

•• Hello everybody! I have finally typed up Part 3, so I hope you all enjoy! ❤️ ••

“You can't leave me like this, (y/n). I won't let you.” That was Mac’s voice. You knew that much. If your eyes didn't feel so god damn heavy you'd try and look for him, and see where you were. For now, you'd rely on your other senses. It smelled...clean. Bleachy clean. You could hear more voices, besides Mac’s, from farther away but you couldn't quite make out what they were saying. There was an annoyingly constant beeping right next to you. Beeping? Bleach smell? You relaxed a little. You were in a hospital. “I went across the world for you, I can't lose you now.” You took a deep breath and a chair scooted back. “(Y/n)?” You laughed at his eagerness. You must've really worried him.

“I hear you, Mac.” You started, your voice low and raspy. “Can I have some water?” You got a boost of strength, so you peeked open your eyes. Mac wasn't in the room. You smiled. He probably ran to the nearest vending machine. It made you wonder if he'd pay for it or use his “special” knock he'd shown you before. He’d gotten the entire row of Gummy Bears to come falling down. Mac came rushing in before taking a second to slow down, seeing your eyes open. He set the water down on the rolley table and got down on his knees, to be eye level with you. He grabbed your hand.

“You scared me.”

“I'm sorry. I should've radioed Maddie that the intel was wrong.”

“Hey, don't be too hard on yourself. Ashley's back home, safe, thanks to you.” Your lips went flat. Yeah, but you'd almost gotten both of you killed. You knew the odds, but you went for it, like a rookie.

“I was stupid. I wanted to finish the mission fast, so I could get back to you.” He squeezed your hand, showing that he understood how you felt. “Maybe we should-”

“Don't.” Mac leaned in closer. “You mean more to me than anything I've ever had in my entire life. You're one of the few people I’ve loved that hasn't abandoned me.” He put his forehead against yours. Curse those blue eyes. Being this close you could see every fleck of color of Mac’s galaxy. Stars danced every time he blinked. His eyelashes were a gateway to bliss. “Don't leave me behind.” His voice dimmed down to a whisper, blowing lightly across your lips. You probably shouldn't strain yourself, but right now you didn't give a damn. You lifted yourself the rest of the way to meet Mac for a kiss. He took his other hand behind your head and re-adjusted himself so you wouldn't hurt so bad. You were taken back to your first kiss, the passion, the lust, the god I want you feeling. Cinnamon filled your mouth and nose. The strong scent elevates your senses even more. It was like you'd had an entire pack of gum without any of the chewing. Mac always chewed gum when he was nervous. You both froze as a cough came from the doorway.

“Are we interrupting something?” Mac laughed as he leaned back and you rolled your eyes.

“Shut up, Jack.” You chided. “It's not like it's the first kiss you've seen.” He came in, pulling a bouquet of flowers from behind his back. Riley, Boozer, and Maddie right behind him.

“I'm glad you're okay.” Maddie came up to your bedside as Jack set his flowers on the windowsill. “But I think I need to address something.” You and Mac exchanged a glance before she continued. “You two almost botched both of your missions because you couldn't stop thinking about the other, putting other agents at risk in the process.” Your heart monitor started to go crazy. This is it, you thought. She's going to split you up permanently. Why wouldn't she? You would if you were in her shoes. Her stern expression suddenly turned to a smile. “Which is why from now on all your missions will be together.”

“Are you serious?” You blurted out and Maddie laughed. Mac squeezed your hand again, harder this time.

“Maddie, can I ask why?” Mac sounded just as shocked as you.

“I realized you two are better together rather than apart. The missions you're together have a 100% success rate. I'd be an idiot to ignore that.” She handed you a letter and headed out.

“I’ll let you get some rest.” Jack came over and gave you a hug.

“Glad you're okay, kid.” You gave him a peck on the cheek.

“Thank you for taking care of him when I couldn't.” He winked, saluted, and took his leave, Riley giving a wave after placing your phone next to the water Mac brought.

“Thought you might want that.”

“Thanks Riles!” You called after her as Boozer patted Mac’s shoulder. He did finger guns between the two of you.

“Behave you two.” He pointed back at Mac, clicking his tongue against his teeth. “Especially you.”

“Booz…” Mac laughed and Boozer put up his hands, backing towards the door. “Well, uh,” Mac stood up and ran his hands through his hair. Another quirk for when he was nervous. “That's not how I saw that going.” You sighed and shook your head. There was only one way to ground him when he was like this.

“Baby~” You cooed and patted your hospital bed. “Come lay with me.” He just stared at you for a minute before gingerly climbing into bed beside you. Turning on his side so he could cradle you in his arms. His body heat was welcomed compared to the coldness of the hospital air. “Thank you for finding me.” You whisper and he puts his lips against your ear.

“I’d go anywhere in the world for you, (y/n).”

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