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MacGyver thoughts

I was thinking. As we show support for the actors, also show support for George. Remember we don’t know why he’s leaving, but he had a reason. Let’s not turn him into a bad guy. He has reasons, just like if anyone else left. Let’s support him. And who knows he may leave but then decide to come back. Maybe they’ll work out some deal so he can stay. Show him we love him just as much no matter what it may have a wonderful turn out. #wesupportmacgyver #wesupportlucastill #wesupportgeorgeeads

When you’re watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine and out of nowhere they mention Macgyver. 

Bonus: 

emotional

i: anger

red hot anger boiling surging like mercury thermometers about to explode a balloon floating higher and higher and higher until

it

pops

ii: sadness

4am / sleepless nights / your name on the tip of my tongue / cold coffee / missed flights / tear stains on yellowed paper / runny makeup / dirty clothes / greasy hair / red-rimmed eyes / shaky hands / nicotine addictions / if i could get you out of my head i’d be better off

iii: anxiety

i chainsmoke cigarettes

with dirt under my fingernails

drink copious amounts of coffee

to try to replace missed sleep

it’s too loud in here

hands over my ears,

i wish i could disappear

i wish i could disappear

i want to disappear

iv. jealousy

i’m not the only one you fuck

i’m not the one who keeps you up at night

i’m not on your mind the way you’re on mine

i’m not the one who can take away your pain

i’m not the one who knows all about you

v. happiness

happiness is waking up after getting 8 hours of sleep. 8 hours without waking up in a cold sweat, thinking of what i could have done differently. happiness is eating breakfast, lunch, and dinner with the rest of my peers, pretending to be normal for a day. happiness is going outside, bathing my bare shoulders in the sun. happiness is picking flowers and putting them behind your ears, in your shirt pocket. happiness is holding your hand and admiring the way you admire me. happiness is feeling loved and loving others. happiness is something i dream about.

watermelon sugar

in honor of the watermelon sugar video, here is an imagine i thought of. 

(i think we all know what watermelon sugar is about…) (;

harry styles imagine:

watermelon sugar - you listen to watermelon sugar for the first time, and it reminds you of the night that inspired it. 

warnings: slight smut?

(y/c/n) = your cousin’s name

NOV. 16, 2019

you and your cousin were out shopping for last minute items for your family’s thanksgiving dinner. parked in the lot of your local grocery story, you receive a text from him.

you had been waiting to listen to the song until he had time to call you. he wanted to see your reaction since he refused to let you listen to it until he could release it. Harold could be sneaky sometimes. that was one of the things that bugged you the most about him. he loved to surprise you, and with you being a fan of his work, he wanted you to listen to it when everyone else was able to.

Harry was in LA doing promotional work for the song, and he had been busy all morning with performances and interviews. it was finally 12:35 when he was able to call you. thankfully, you weren’t in public.

your relationship is extremely private. none of the fans currently know that you exist, but you and harry had been dating since you worked as his backstage manager for his first world tour. your job on tour was to make sure all of the musicians had was they wanted in their dressing rooms, and you meet every one of their requests for their dressing room. like Harry, for example, always wanted a green juice in his dressing room before each show, and every night, you had to make sure he had a green juice. after each show, you cleaned and packed up the dressing rooms. you and harry had become close after he decided to stay at the arena later than he usually did and helped you pack up the dressing rooms, getting to know you while you worked together. 

you were the behind the scenes gal, and he was the star of the show. you loved each other nonetheless.

at 12:35, you received your long awaited call. your cousin started her car after she loaded all of the groceries. you answered his facetime call. 

             “hey lovie,” you said as he appeared on your phone.

             “hello love,” he smiled. “how are you?”

             “I’m good.” you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “(y/c/n) and I just finished our grocery shopping. you’re still coming to thanksgiving, right?”

             “i wouldn’t miss it.”

             “sup Harold,” your cousin yelled obnoxiously at your boyfriend.

             “sup (y/c/n).” he tried at least. your cousin enjoyed any opportunity to make fun of your popstar boyfriend so she and harry constantly teased one another. she treated him as if he was already a part of the family, and it made you happy that the two could get along.

             “have you listened yet?” Harry broke you out of your thoughts.

             “nope, we waited until you could call,” you set your phone in the phone holder on the dashboard.

             “can we listen now, popstar?” you cousin sassed at him. he laughed at her name for him. she had many names for him.

             “yes, please listen.” he brushed a hand threw his hair and adjusted his phone.

as your cousin connect her phone to the bluetooth in her car, you and harry locked eyes. he pulled a goofy grin and winked at you, causing you to laugh.

             tastes like strawberries, on a summer evening, and it sounds just like a storm…

you and your cousin began to vibe with the song. you smiled at Harry as he watched you both intently. you listened to the lyrics closely and swayed along to the melody until you hear it. you gasp and stare at your boyfriend with wide eyes. oh, he did not.

               i don’t know if i could ever go without, watermelon sugar high.

you’re brought back to a certain night on tour with you and harry in your hotel room. your go to tour snack was sour patch kids. he didn’t understand the obsession until that night.

             “it’s like a watermelon sugar high,” you laugh covering your mouth after just shoving an entire handful of watermelon sour patch kids into it.

           “hmm really, let me see.” he climbed onto the bed next to you and reached into your bag. he grab a measly two and put them in his mouth. you locked eyes as he chewed.

           he laughed and nodded his head. “good?” he continued to nodded his head covering his mouth as he laughed. “good, right?” you laughed as he nodded his head in agreement. “see i told you.”

           “you did. you did. now, come here.” he pulled your body flush with his. he stared at you deeply, and before he could kiss you, you shoved another bag in his face giving him a doe-eyed look.

           “they also have strawberry.”

 your face turned bright red, and you covered it with your hands. your cousin had yet to notice your reaction while she kept on bopping to the song. while you looked up and gave your boyfriend a look of “you did not” causing him to laugh. As you continued to listen to the song, you are brought back to the events that occurred that night.

             he kissed you deeply as your bodies were intertwined on the bed. the sour patch kids were long abandoned as they were thrown to one of the nightstands.

           Harry removed his shirt, and yours soon followed. one hand was in his hair while the other roamed from his hip to his ribs then around to his back. his lips moved from yours to your jaw to your neck as he began to go lower. he finally got to your chest. his hands reached around to your back, and they landed on the clasps of your bra. your eyes opened and peered toward him as he rested his head on your stomach. his eyes met yours, and his hand held onto the clasps.

           “may i?” he asked.

           you breathlessly nodded before you can register what he’s really asking. “yes, yes, you can,” you breathe out. this is the first time you would be doing this with him.

           he moves back up to the top of your chest while his hand unhook your bra. his lips move back up your neck to your mouth capturing you in a watermelon sugary kiss, and his hands move to slide down your bra straps. you move to allow him to fully remove your bra while you kiss him back running your hands through his hair.

           he began to make his way back down to your chest. his lips captured one of your breasts while one of his hands massaged the other. you let out a moan while your hands wrap themselves into his hair. he then switches to the other before moving further down to your stomach. his hands gripped your waist while he peppered kisses down your belly.

           he reached the waistband of your cotton pajama shorts. “can i?”

           his hands are holding the waistband of your shorts. he wants to take them off. you hadn’t done that yet, but you felt ready. “yeah,” you choke out. your voice was caught in your throat. you clear your throat to regain your voice. looking him intently in the eyes, you nod your head. “yeah, you can take them off.” you lift your hips as he slides your short off. you lean your head back as you feel his hands move down your legs.

           “i wanna go down on you.” he balls up you shorts and tosses them over his shoulder.

           “what?” you say slightly sitting up. “you want to do what?”

           “can i go down on you?” you both lock eyes. his expression was calm, as it always was. you tended to be a bit more dramatic. you had a mix of shock and apprehension on your face. “mm, what? i don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable.” he removes his hands from your inner thighs and places them back on your waist. he begins to move up from your legs

           you throw a hand to his shoulder stopping him. “no. it’s okay.” you advert your eyes. honestly, you don’t know why your embarrassed to admit this to him. “it’s just that no one has ever done that before.”

           “that’s okay.” he’s now kneeling in between your legs on the bed, and he leans over your body to hold your face. “we don’t have to.”

           yours eyes meet his. “we can. i want you to do it if you still want to. i want it to be you.”

           he gives you a peck on the nose. “okay, then. i will.”

           just like before, he leaves a trail of kisses down to your stomach before taking his spot in between your legs. he gently removes your underwear before grabbing your hips. you spread your legs further apart for him. he places his hands under your hips and wraps one arm around your thigh while the other lays gently on your belly. then, he placed his lips to your center bringing you to ecstasy.

your face is a pinkish color from the blush caused by the memory of that night. the night you both had sex together for the first time. your boyfriend smirks at you as if he is remembering with you.

             “nicely done,” your cousin notes after the song ends. “loved the vibes. very fun. definitely a hit.” you stayed silent. you might have been in shock. she noticed your quiet and pink faced state. “right, (y/n/n)?”

             your eyes raised to meet your boyfriends again. he was on the verge of bursting into laughter. you were too. “mhmm. i agree. great vibes, haz.” you said trying to keep a straight face.

             “thank you. that is exactly what i was going for.” he said still holding eye contact with you. you all stay silent for another beat. the tension between you both was intense. neither one of you had cracked yet still maintaining your stare. he wanted you to say something. you knew what he wanted you to say.

             “i feel like i’m missing something here.” your cousin finally breaks the silence.

             you turn to her with straight face; some would say it’s your rbf (resting bitch face). “you are.” you state before turning back to the screen that encased your boyfriend. “is this about what i think it’s about?”

             “i dunno. what to you think it’s about?” he smirked.

             you finally broke. you broke down into laughter. “oh, i’m not saying it out loud.” he laughed with you. he threw his head back with his laughter and clapped his hands together.

             your cousin confused grabbed on to you lightly shaking you. “what is it? tell me? what is it?”

             you shake your head as you continue to laugh. ignoring her, you laughed looking back up to him. “you wrote a song-“ you giggled. “you wrote a song about trying watermelon sour patch kids for the first time.” you lost it again. you couldn’t tell if it was because of the tension of the whole situation or if it was because you actually found it hilarious, but you couldn’t stop laughing.

             he leaned forward back to the screen. his chin rested in his hand while his finger tapped on his lips. “hmm,” he thought out loud. “that, among other things.”

             you laugh got caught in your throat. “what?” your cousin asked confused. she began to replay the song.

             “i’m gonna go. I am heading back to the house so i can pack for this week. okay?”

             “mmhm. call me later?” you respond. you and (y/c/n) had to head home too. you had milk and ice cream that needed to be refrigerated.

             “will do. enjoy the song.”

             “will do.” you nod. “haz, it’s a great song. it’s gonna be huge.”

             “thank you, love. i love you.” he blew you a kiss.

             “love you too, popstar.” your cousin shouted.

             “bye (y/c/n). love you too.” you laughed at the two.

             “bye, be safe. i love you,” you tell him.

             “you too.” he blew you one last kiss before the call ended.

you took your phone off the dashboard as the song played for the fourth time.

             “sooooo,” your cousin said watching you while you sat staring blankly out the windshield.

             “i can’t believe he wrote a song about us having sex.” you mutter in a monotone voice.

             your cousin burst into laughter cackling like a mad scientist. “oh my god, what even?” she laughed even louder while you gave her the evil eye.

             “it’s not funny.” you crossed your arms and glared.

             “it is,” she laughed wiping tears from her eyes. “oh it definitely is. that’s what you get for dating a popstar.”

             “whatever,” you turned toward the passenger window shaking your head. you smiled to yourself as you listened to the song for the fifth time.

hope you enjoyed  (; - mosh

okay but. this is so good ?!?!?!?

Shady didn’t even begin to describe Theo Raeken. Beneath the charm, good looks and ego; lay a man harboring a dark agenda. While Scott turned a blind eye, you did a little investigating on your own and found more than you bargained for.

“Following me now, babygirl?”.

“Don’t flatter yourself”.

“Then care to explain what you’re doing here?”.

“It’s a vet clinic. What are you doing here?”.

He raised an eyebrow, settling into classic bad boy mode.

“Are we going to keep on pretending, or would you like to make the first move?”.

With one swift swing Theo doubled back, dabbing his forefinger along his lip.

“Not exactly what I had in mind”.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did you misread the signs?. I should turn you in”.

“Yeah, but you won’t. You like me too much”.

“And what makes you think that?”.

“Call it a hunch”.

The two of you stared each other down. Stubbornness and dominance preventing either from breaking the gaze first. Theo’s eyes swirled with a deep sense of thirst. Perhaps it was his usual demeanor, but as he moved a little too close for comfort, his thirst bled into what looked like hope.

“Why are you working with them?”.

“You wouldn’t understand. But if you wanna tell Scott, go ahead. I won’t stop you, babygirl”.

“Yes, you will. Because you don’t want Scott knowing who you really are before your grand plan is complete. But it doesn’t phase you I found out, why?”.

“Like I said-”. He closed what was left of the tiny gap. Theo’s breath tickled your cheek and his voice dropped to a low, raspy tone. “You like me too much”.

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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“i just totally forgot how to play this song on piano”