Am I The Only One Who’s Thinking: I Can’t Wait Until We Get To Season 9 Of MacGyver And Every Episode

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“You coming to bed?”.

“Yeah, one minute”.

He stood behind you, hand resting on the couch to give support as he leaned closer. “We both know one minute means five. Come to bed”. He said, leaving feather-like kisses on the side of your neck.

“You’re driving a very hard bargain, Macgyver”.

“Good, my plan is working”.

You chuckled, using your thumb as a makeshift bookmark.

“I’m nearly finished this chapter. But, that all depends on how long you plan to be a distraction”.

“Counter-offer”. Mac slid the bookmark effortlessly in the page as he sat beside you. Knowing, nothing annoyed you more than losing your current reading position in a book. “You leave the last, however many pages you have left, and join me in our warm and very comfortable bed”.

Leaning forward, you bit your lip, keeping eyes on Mac. “If you’d stopped distracting me two minutes ago, I probably would’ve finished by now”.

Your little tongue in cheek caused Mac to smirk. “If that book was half as interesting as you pretend it is, then you wouldn’t be getting so easily distracted by me”.

Throwing the book away, you pulled Mac on top of you. He smirked, yet again, but this time in victory.

“I hate it when you’re right”. You whispered, running your thumb gently over his bottom lip.

“I’ll make it up to you”. He whispered back.

There was no denying Mac knew how to achieve the right mix of romantic bliss and lustful pleasure whenever he kissed you. It was one of his many superpowers, ones that never failed to impress.

“So bed?”.

“Too far”. You said, pushing Mac back and straddling his lap. “But, I’m sure we can manage to improvise a little”.

If Mac’s eyes weren’t screaming lust before, they certainly were now.

And as you meet him in the middle for another kiss, he smiled. “That’s my girl”.

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pairing: spencer reid and fem!reader summary: spencer and reader confess their love at a bau family beach vacation genre: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF warnings: mentions of alcohol, and bad writing word count: 1.2k prompt: “i’m not very good with words” (it's bolded in the fic!) a/n: this is my submission for @ellesgreenaway 1k writing contest! tbh i write like a 12 year old so please be nice-ish :) oh and i wrote this on impulse so this is not beta read! any mistakes are mine - getting days off when you worked for the bau was like trying to find a needle in a pile of needles. so naturally, it came as a surprise when rossi announced he was taking the team on a much needed vacation.

“oh, i’m just exhausted,” you announced to emily, who sat across from you, “this unsub really wouldn’t let us catch a break.”

“no kidding,” she chuckled. “i could really use a hot date with my jacuzzi.”

“i’m assuming i’m invited, prentiss,” morgan waltzed in the bullpen with a cup of coffee.

“you wish!” morgan's smile faded into a slight pout of his lips, eyebrows scrunched.

“reid and i are probably just going to argue about dr. who. isn’t that right, 187?” i called. spencer blushed from across the room, packing his satchel.

“well team, no need to fret.” rossi paraded into the bullpen, and with a flick of his wrist, revealed eight tickets. “we’re going to the bahamas!”

a series of chatter erupted across the room.

“jj and hotch, i’ve already called ahead to make sure the kids are taken care of. now all that’s left to do is pack. wheels up tomorrow at 8:30, no one better be late.” with that, rossi left everyone as he walked out of the doors of the fbi.

“bahamas? this is easily about to be the best trip i’ve ever taken,” morgan tells garcia.

“shut up and help me pick out my outfits. i’ll see you all at the airport, my fluffy friends!” with that, miss penelope garcia dragged derek by the hair out of the bullpen.

“spence, you wanna carpool?” i asked.

“always.”

the rest of the night was a blur. we said our goodbyes in partial shock because the idea that we were going on vacation was like splash of cold water to the face.

-

soon, the smell of coconut water hit us as soon as we reached the beach. the shimmering array of blues lay out across the sea, small white boats bobbing up and down with the waves. the sand glowed in its warmth as everyone basked in the sunlight.

“did you guys know there’s a 10% chance of us getting hit by a tsunami in the bahamas?” spencer mused, shaking the sand out of his shoe.

“good to know.” rossi stared at him quizzically.

“anyways, y/n, jj, let’s go get a drink! i hear the alcohol is great here,” emily takes my hand. we run with her to the nearest shack.

while hotch and rossi were putting up our beach equipment, garcia took the chance.

“derek! spencer! get over here,” she hissed, ducking beneath a bush.

“garcia?” spencer questioned, tilting his head. she glared at them, and they slowly crouched to her level.

she looked to the right, left, and right again, before making eye contact with them. “listen up. pretty boy, this is your chance to tell y/n how you feel.” she said, squinting through the leaves.

“h-how i feel? what do you mean, like how i feel about y/n? i think she’s fantastic, and beautiful, and gorgeous-”

“we get it, you love her,” derek slapped a hand over spencer’s mouth, “this is the perfect opportunity. reid, she’s been in love with you for years. tell her now.”

“but i only like her as a friend!” spencer rubbed small circles over his mouth.

“both of you were holding hands on the plane.”

“she was asleep on your shoulder,” garcia chimed in. “look, just do it now. go, my friend. your princess is waiting.” and with that, she pushed him out into the beach.

spencer felt lost in the forest of love. the mutual (or at least he hoped) pining began when you first joined the bau.

“the number of pathogens passed during a handshake is staggering. it's actually safer to kiss.” he stuttered, scratching his neck in embarrassment.

the team laughed softly as they watched the resident genius get flustered over the new agent.

“i’ll take you up on that later. spencer, was it?” you smiled, charmed. as hours passed, evening drew. you spent more and more time with emily and jj. you couldn’t pinpoint what was up with spencer. he was more nervous than usual, and it threw you off. he paced up and down the shoreline, occasionally calling out to garcia.

“sorry guys, hold my drink for me,” you say. “spence!” you ran towards him, almost spilling your drink on jj.

“y/n! hi, um what’s up?” he blinked, and forcibly smiled. you felt a little pang of sadness in you, but you played it off.

“what’s up is that you’ve been ignoring me all day,” you sigh playfully, “come, let’s go into the water.” grasping his hand, both of you ran out into the cold beach waters.

both of you were faced with a marvelous sunset in front, the orange and pink hues almost came straight out of a painting. it was chilly, and the palm trees swayed effortlessly with the wind. he simply marveled at your beauty, the smile on your face as you pulled him closer.

“i love you.” spencer blurted out quietly.

“i know that silly goose, i love you too,” you beam as you turn to face him, his body pressing up against yours.

“no, i mean i’m in love with you.” he paused and felt immediate regret following the silence.

“spencer, i don’t know what to say,” you start, but he cuts you off.

“y/n, i’m not very good with words,” he begins, “but i’ve been in love with you since i met you. i’m in love with your smile, your hair, i’m in love with the way you bite your lip when you’re deep in thought. i’m in love with the way you hold my hand when i’m nervous on cases, a-and quite frankly i’m in love with every part of you, and i really think you should know.” he pushes away and stares out into the vast sea.

“well that’s good because i’m in love with you.” you pull him back to you and place his hands on your waist. “i never wanted to confess because you, my fbi genius, are way out of my league. i was afraid you would never like me back.” you admit. “but to be honest, i’ve fell for you over this past year, and i am now blessed with the privilege of dr. reid being in love with me.” you give him a playful push to his chest and he laughs and looks down.

“hey lovebirds! we done yet?” jj calls. everyone looks at you, happy for the blossoming relationship. derek pulls penelope in for a hug, proud of their work.

“five more minutes!” you yell out. you both laugh, and he gives you a soft kiss.

but right then and there, it truly didn’t matter how harsh the wind was, or how freezing the waves that were hitting his calves relentlessly were. you gave him the comfort he’d need for years to come. kind of like sipping hot chocolate on a winter evening, playing chess. or maybe it was enjoying a laugh with the team, marshmallows over the bonfire. sometimes it was as simple as melting in the embrace of a towel, fresh out of the dryer after a shower. you gave spencer the feeling of a home, and that was all he ever needed.

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I don’t know what I’d do without her

mia blessed us once more

Trust in me, I'ma need your blessing. Oh, I love him, I’m confessing. If it takes my life, I'ma change your mind

The last lunch with your parents didn’t yield the results you or Mac were hoping for. News of your reconciliation sat like a bitter taste in your father’s mouth and a blunt announcement only caused more upset, adding fuel to an already out of control blaze.

Fast forward two months later and Mac hoped things would get better. Perhaps not to the point before the drama erupted due to his leaving. But civil enough, when your parents came over for a visit your father wouldn’t be given Mac his deathly detective “I know your guilty” stare.

Hands pressed against the counter, Mac, forgetting about the running water let his mind wander.

hours earlier

“I love your daughter, sir. And I know how much your blessing would mean to the both of us”. Mac said, cutting straight to the chase.

“You can preach you love her all you want, Macgyver. My answer is no”.

“Because I left her once before?”.

“Look at you using that big brain of yours I keep hearing so much about”. Standing up, he grabbed his drink. Mac witnessed a faint flicker of sympathy within his hardened gaze, but not enough to turn things around. “My baby girl deserves better then someone who leaves when times get tough. I’m aware of the circumstances, but it doesn’t change the fact she came to me crying because of you. You broke her heart once. So I’m not convinced your cut out for what marriage takes”.

“With all due respect, sir. We’ve both hurt each other in the past, we’ve forgiven those mistakes and are working every day to make our relationship stronger and better. Me not marrying your daughter isn’t going to change how tough love is, but I want to her by my side as my wife”

“I believe you care about her. But the day you become a father you’ll see where I’m coming from. So I’m sorry, Macgyver. My answer is still no”

“Babe. Do you wanna talk about it?”.

Mac snapped back into reality, your soft eyes staring up at him.

“There isn’t much to say. Your father still hates me for leaving you, and I don’t think anything I do will ever put me back in his good books”.

“I know you want my father’s approval, but he’s stubborn. And you’ll be waiting a long time for it. But we can’t navigate our relationship based on his feelings”. You said, kissing the side of his neck, instantly feeling some of the tension disappear.

“I know. I just needed him to see how serious I am about you, especially tonight. How sorry I am for leaving and how much I want to make us work”.

“Why especially tonight?”.

Tensing up again, he distracted himself by cleaning up the remaining dishes.

“Mac?”.

“I can’t tell you, at least not yet”

“Why?”

“It’s a surprise. Please, just trust me”.

—- That night you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Mac’s words “I needed him to see how serious I am about you, especially tonight”. They rang in your ear on a loop, followed by an image of Mac and your father standing out on the terrace.

They’d only be two times they were alone together. The first being the traditionally over-protective father speech. The second, tonight’s mysterious talk. Even the constant 5 minute reassurances from your mother didn’t settle the butterflies or your mind from fearing the worst.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Mac jumped a little, his board shoulders hiding whatever object he was fiddling with, now tucked away in the bedside draw. Quickly composing himself, he kissed you on the forehead and begun getting ready for bed.

“Are you going to tell me what’s in the drawer, or am I going to have to find a way to sneak a peek”

“You’re relentless” .

“Yes, but in the best way”.

“Agree to disagree”.

A playful peck used as a distraction tool suddenly became urgent and needy. Mac pulling you into his body, balled up the ends of your shirt in his fists before releasing, struggling with the want of you against his bare skin against the need for air.

“The conversation with my father was really that bad, huh?”.

“I know I shouldn’t expect him to forgive me for leaving. But I at least thought he could see how happy we are and how right we are for each other”.

“He’s big on trust. And in his eyes you broke his unspoken rule of always being there for me when you left”.

“So you’re saying his always going to hate me?”.

“He doesn’t hate you. He’s just not thrilled about us being together again. But he’ll come around, in the end he always does”.

Without blinking and no hesitation whatsoever, Mac looked you in the eye, blurting. “Marry me?”.

“Wait, what?”. It sudden dawned on you, as Mac sport his serious face. “That’s what you and my dad were talking about. You were asking for his blessing”.

“I was. He said no, for obvious reasons. And I know how much it would’ve meant if he said yes, but I tried and-”

Finger pressed to his lips. “It’s okay. Yes, it would’ve been nice. But this isn’t his decision to make, it’s mine. I love you, and I’m not going anywhere. My father will just need to accept that”.

Mac swept you up in another whirlwind kiss. Both wanting to forget others expectations or disapproval, and just be with each other; now and forever.

And I can see that your mind’s made up. But daddy, he got a hold on me. I swear that he’s the one

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