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improvidus · 8 months
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h0ur-glass · 7 months
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I feel like they would annoy the shit out of each other if they were brothers.
Honestly might just make this an au at this point.
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macgyverbingo · 8 months
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AO3 collection for this event
Great news, everybody! We finally remembered to set up the AO3 collection. SORRY ABOUT THAT. Please add your works to it.
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rosieblogstuff · 8 months
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He didn’t have time to pick at his ideas further because the door opened and the man appeared with two of his helpers. A desire to mock them filled Mac–in situations like this, taking the offensive held back fear–but asking the hired goons if their knuckles hurt would break his vow of silence, so he settled for glaring at all of them. “Time’s up,” Mugshot Man told him. “Do you have something to tell me, or are we moving on?” Mac kept his mouth pressed shut and looked away.  Mac barely had time to see movement out of the corner of his eye before a fist slammed into his gut. His breath exploded out of him in a pained whoomph as he rocked with the blow, jerking against the chairback he was tied to. He curled forward, hearing the horrible wheezing gasp that came out of his mouth as his lungs sought air.
(all of chapter 2 on AO3)
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authorangelita · 8 months
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nativestarwrites · 8 months
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🌹something macgyver? 👀
Thanks for the ask Anon! Here's a snip from what was supposed to be this week's Macgyver Bingo for the square 'Amnesia', its a Magic Mac fic where he's losing his memories.
The bad news is that I don't think I'll be posting it this week, the good news is that its because its breached containment and isn't going to be flashfic length, currently 2700 words and counting... 😬 (send help)
Five minutes later, the doctor is asking the same question, what’s the last thing you remember, and Jack knows why he’s doing it, something about tracking how Mac’s forming short term memories and what he’s retaining. But they’ve already done this. Three times. They know he isn’t retaining much. The last thing he remembers changes every time, but the thing that stays the same every fucking time is the fear, the absolute surety that Murdoc is about to hurt him and his creeping doubt that this is a dream or a hallucination and he’s still in that fucking basement murder room.
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letthewhumpbegin · 3 months
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BTHB voting #3
My goal for this year is to complete my new Bad Things Happen Bingo Card😇. I've never before produced that much fanfics in one year, so we'll see how it goes 😁
You, my dear readers, followers and accidental-passers-by, get to vote who / what fandoms the prompts will get filled for! Over the next weeks I will post a poll per prompt, and you can get voting 😉
The third prompt is: HIDING AN INJURY
For a 'look-and-feel' of my writing, check out my writing masterlist
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abnerkrill · 1 year
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no you don't understand i NEED to see cliff legrand in prison so i can complete my collection :(
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nywcgirl · 2 years
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polizwrites · 3 months
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Feline Flight and Fight
This is a fill for today’s  @flashfictionfridayofficial [#FFF236 Fight or Flight] prompt as well as my @stonyauniverse  Adopting a Cat bingo square. 
Fandom: MCU/Marvel Rating: General Pairing:  Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Tags:  No Powers AU,  Domestic Fluff,  Rescue, Cats Summary: Steve comes home to find his boyfriend in a unexpected location, doing something very much in character.  
The last place Steve expected to find his boyfriend was flat on his stomach in the alley behind their apartment, wriggling his way underneath a rather pungent dumpster. 
“Tony, sweetheart, what in the hell are you doing?”  
“There was a cat out in the street and I’m pretty sure it got hit by a car,” came the muffled reply.  “I saw it run under here. We need to get it to a vet.”  
Steve heaved a sigh; of course his big-hearted partner would try to save an injured stray cat.   But at the same time, he was afraid Tony would get scratched or bitten in the process.  “Hang on.”  He rummaged in the dumpster for something he could use to help, finding the handle of a broom and a five gallon bucket.  
Kneeling down on the opposite side of the dumpster,  Steve bent nearly double to peer underneath.   Sure enough there was a bundle of dark-colored  fur hissing and spitting just out of Tony’s reach.    “We’re trying to rescue you, ding-dong!” Tony hissed in reply.  “Show a bit of gratitude already!” 
Before he could think better of it,  Steve swept the broom handle under the dumpster, scooting the cat towards the bucket laying on its side.  The moment the creature tumbled in, he grabbed the bucket and clapped the opening against the side of the dumpster.  “Got ‘im!” 
Holding it in place despite the trapped beast thrashing around, Steve scrambled to his feet.  Reaching back into the dumpster to grab a chunk of cardboard, he carefully slid it between the bucket and the dumpster to complete the improvised trap. 
“Nice macgyvering, sunshine!”  Tony exclaimed, raising his voice to be heard over the unearthly howl now emanating from the bucket.  He grimaced as he brushed some unidentified crud from his t-shirt, which was definitely worse for wear.  “Could you tell if the cat was bleeding, or if it had a broken leg?” 
“Not really,” Steve admitted,  “it all happened pretty fast. That said, it seems pretty lively.  How about you look up the nearest vet clinic?  My hands are kinda busy.”      
“I’m on it.”  Tony pulled out his phone.   “So, if it’s a boy, let’s name it Faraday.  If it’s a girl, I like the sound of Lovelace.” 
Steve knew better than to argue – it seemed they were adopting a cat.     
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improvidus · 8 months
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Bozer doesn't take Jack out to eat much anymore.
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h0ur-glass · 7 months
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1985 MacGyver and 2016 MacGyver hanging out. Into the MacGyververse
I originally made this to thank all the 2016 MacGyver fans for being so nice to me and letting me join your bingo challenge, but now I'm kind of obsessed with them being brothers.
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macgyverbingo · 9 months
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Just wondering, if we have a story we've been working on but haven't shared it yet and it fits one of the bingo prompts can we use it for this? It's fine either way! This sounds really fun!
Absolutely!!! "Use whatever you have on hand to do the thing" is absolutely the most canon-inspired way to complete a MacGyver challenge!
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rosieblogstuff · 7 months
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I was going to say something like it's getting serious now but honestly it was kinda serious when Mac was in the Box, but today's prompt is waterboarding so we're in a whole new level of serious + deadly now.
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Mac tried to resist being pulled toward the waterboarding bench, he didn't have the leverage or strength to prevent himself getting forced across the room. Any desire to convince the man in charge that he wasn’t afraid disappeared under a fresh surge of adrenelaine. Mac let his knees bend, dropping all his weight against the hold on his arm. The movement was a surprise, because the man actually dropped him, and for the second time within a few minutes, Mac landed hard on the cement floor, this time straight down on his ass. Ignoring pain that radiated through his torso, he rolled to his side, twisting to sight the door, which was still open. If he could just get through it-– A weight landed on his legs and a hand fisted into the back of his shirt, blocking his movement. Mugshot Man had his shirt, and all several hundred pounds of the hired muscle were being used to pin his legs down. He thrashes anyway, trying uselessly to push his two captors away. The hand on his shirt yanked, pulling the broadcloth tight and one hand came down over his head, pushing the other side of his head against the ground. Mac rolled his shoulder up, but he didn't have enough range of motion to do more than bump against the edge of the hand. He was rewarded by a shove that made his head bounce off the cement. For a moment, he saw stars. In the next moment they hauled him up between them and onto the board on his back. Mac struggled, but in his weakened state, he was no match for them. They got his ankles into the restraints, then Mugshot Man pressed the palm of his hand against Mac’s belly while his hired muscle worked on the rope around his wrists. The pressure of the hand was light, but enough to warn that if Mac struggled again, he’d get another hand in his gut, pushing on his injured ribs. Mac forced himself to still. There was no move he could make that would get him free, only moves he could make that could get him hurt more than waterboarding alone.
(more chapter 5 on ao3)
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appalachianapologies · 8 months
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Absent Nights
A (late) MacGyver Bingo Fic
Mac grapples with the truth of why Eliot Mason decided to go through with his plans. Meanwhile, Jack worries about his kid and how he'll get through the swarming thoughts in his head. aka, the season 3 finale except Jack never left
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nativestarwrites · 6 months
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Trick or treat!! 🎃 macgyver, if you please 👻
Happy Halloween! Thanks for the ask! This is a magic Mac wip I started for the Bingo event a little while ago, the premise is that Mac's slowly losing his memory due to some kind of curse. It's been a lot of angsty fun so far!
“That was a while ago, Mac.” “What?” “When do you think it happened?” Jack hates this bit, he hates it. The way Mac’s eyes change, grow lost and confused as he sorts through his memories like sand slipping through his fingers. “I don’t… we’re not in Italy so… but I don’t remember the flight or…” “You remember the hospital?” Mac nods. “Yeah. I remember waking up in ICU and you telling me that they didn’t find Nikki’s-- that there wasn’t--” Mac’s voice gave out on him again, tears in his eyes. “Okay, so your chest should be hurting right now, yeah?” Mac’s eyes go wide and he pulls of his t-shirt so fast Jack thinks he’s going to rip it and then he’s running his fingers over the ridges of the small pinkish scar, right where he’s expecting a dressing to be covering a barely healed gun shot wound. “I don’t understand, Jack.” He says in a small voice. “What’s happening to me?”
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