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[beazleybeez]

Cairo Day #1

So late on all of these but I'm getting them in. @macgyvercairo

prompts: Sandbox, Cold Open

The transport van was already on fire when Mac tuned back into reality. 

He coughed and tried to blink through the cloud of confusion. The sharp ringing in his ears muffled everything else out, like something screaming far away and right inside his head at the same time. Mac shifted, the ground was gritty under his cheek. Breathing hard he pushed himself up a bit on shaky hands. But his sweaty hands, at least he was sure it was sweat, promptly slipped in the sand and he face-planted back down. Everything felt heavy, like someone threw him underwater fully clothed and then pulled him out soaking wet. It took him more than a minute to get his bearings together.

What had happened? Mac thinks back as best he can to figure out what happened. He remembered being in the van with Desi. They were talking about something when she turned to look at him mid sentence and- 

The memory spins. A bang. The sound of screeching metal. Pain. A burst of light that turned dark. Hands grabbing him. Then waking up on the ground with his hands wet with what he was starting to believe was potentially blood.

Mac groaned and rolled onto his side. Important. What he was missing was very important.

Okay.

Okay he could do this.

He closed his eyes. They were on a mission to relocate someone. Matty and Russ were giving him and Desi details-breakfast he was eating toast-his hands were on the wheel as he cranked the van back up-Bozer was laughing at something he said while they were getting ready to leave-concrete walls with bright overhead LED lights, he walks down the corridor to the large glass wall that showed the room where-

His eyes snapped open and he struggled to his knees. Trying to get up to get to the burning van despite the wave of dizziness that washed over him.

“Murdoc.” Mac croaked out.

He’d just managed to get the spinning under control when a hand grabbed his shoulder and shoved him back down to the ground. 

“Ah ah ah, MacGyver. You don't get up.”

Mac groaned at the impact, head throbbing worse and making his vision blurry again. He blinked hard, rolling onto his back to try and see who just shoved him down. The man crouched above him slowly came into view. Mac swallowed. 

“Murdoc.”

The assassin smiled, black hair a mess but aside from a few minor injuries and dirt on his prison uniform the man looked unharmed. 

“The one and only.”

Mac breathed an instant sigh of relief, letting his head thump back down to the ground. Grateful to see Murdoc standing over him and not potentially stuck in the currently burning van. At least one good thing had happened. Murdoc tilted his head, looking strangely thoughtful. 

“Were you really worried about me?”

Mac huffed, as the tension left his body just as fast as it had built. “Of course I was. I don't want you to die.”

It was then that the rest of the puzzle finished putting itself together. Mac and Desi had been sent to relocate Murdoc to another black site earlier that day after they got news that Codex was thinking of potentially recruiting him. Everything had proceeded as planned. Desi had been snapping at him about something while he drove. They had been half way to the next transport location when another armored truck appeared and rammed into them. 

It was also then that he realized Murdoc was out of the van. And he didn't have his handcuffs on anymore. Mac's instincts jumped back on line and he tensed up. 

“Shit.” He tried to move but Murdoc pinned him to the ground with a hand, laughing.

“Oh MacGyver, I'm not going to hurt you. I pulled you out of the van after those Codex guys were so nice as to undo those pretty silver bracelets for me.” 

Codex. Mac turned his head frantically, looking around as best he could. If Codex had really been the cause then he was in danger. So was Desi. He squirmed to look towards the van and saw three bodies in tactical gear, the three guards they took with them. 

Murdoc followed his gaze and hissed, “Yeah, where I managed to get out only with some bruises, those guys weren't so lucky. Well,” Murdoc rolled his eyes, “That and the fact that they got shot.”

He couldn't see Desi anywhere. And Murdoc's words did little to comfort him. Just as Mac's breathing picked up said man pressed down on his chest, making Mac gasp and his breathing stutter and slow. 

“Don't worry, I pulled your prissy little girlfriend out right after I pulled you out. Not sure how you could stand her yapping for the whole car ride. She's over to the left out of harm's way.”

Mac’s head snapped to the left where Murdoc gestured to. He could see her a few feet away laying on her back unconscious. Unconscious, but safe. Safer than he probably was at this moment.

Murdoc seemed to catch what he was thinking because he smiled and reached down to brush hair from his eyes. “Don’t be so worried, I’m not going to hurt you after taking the time to save you. For a second time no less.”

Mac winced when his hand brushed higher and hit near a wound. He couldn’t remember exactly what had happened to his head but he was pretty sure he had a concussion from busting it open on the, steering wheel? It might be where the blood on his hands came from. Murdoc leaned down and he felt lips press lightly next to the wound. Then a wet drag across the side of his face before Murdoc pulled back licking his lips free of blood.

“Why did you do that?”

Murdoc tilted his head, “Why not?”

Then he stood up and walked back to the van. Mac tried to keep his eyes on the assassin but his head started to pound so he closed his eyes, Murdoc did say he wasn’t going to hurt him. All he could hear was the faint ringing still present in his ears and the sounds of Murdoc messing around with something.

When he opened his eyes he saw Murdoc standing over him again.

“I don’t particularly feel like being sent back to another black site anytime soon, so I’m going to get as far away from here as I can before the rest of your little posse gets here.” He crouched down again and set a bottle of water next to Mac’s head. “This way you won’t die before they get here.”

Mac watched him move and start to walk away. He didn’t really want to just let Murdoc walk away. But there wasn’t much of an option since he couldn’t move without knowing the extent of his injuries. He also wasn’t too keen on being left alone in the middle of the desert, even if it wasn’t hot hot yet, with three dead bodies and an unconscious girlfriend who was probably going to chew him out when she woke up.

“How,” Mac’s throat caught a dry patch and he coughed before swallowing what little saliva he had, “How are you going to get away?”

Murdoc paused and turned back slightly. “Codex wasn’t my cup of tea, so after they got my cuffs off I took the liberty of giving them the same treatment they gave your guards. Well, almost the same. They’re on the other side of the van knocked out and chained up better than I was. The non-wreaked van they brought is my ticket out.”

Mac glanced over at the van while Murdoc continued walking away. He hadn’t expected Murdoc to be that merciful towards some random people. But he knows the man does seem to pay back those that help him, as seen when Murdoc let Bozer go instead of killing him and kept his promise to Mac when he forced him to help find Cassian.

He called out, “706 Overlook Dr, Hanover Township, PA 18017.”

The sound of footsteps stopped. Mac blinked and Murdoc was standing over him again. He blinked.

“What, was that Macgyver?”

“An address.” He shifted as little as he could so as to not hurt his injuries. “Cassian’s address. 706 Overlook Dr, Hanover Township, PA 18017.”

Neither of them speak for a while. Then Mac hears a sound from over where Murdoc said Desi was. Murdoc moved. Feet taking him away from Mac’s line of sight. He sighed and grabbed the water bottle that he left and took a small sip. He heard a door open and knew Murdoc was going to be gone soon.

“Thanks by the way.”

“...You're welcome, Boy Scout.”

With that an engine started and he heard the van Murdoc mentioned drive away. Now all he had to do was wait for the rest of the team to get here. And hope Desi would stay unconscious until they got there.

[beazleybeez]

Thank you for finishing this test, Soft Alpha! We here at Omegaverse Inc congratulate you for your rare second gender! Here are some things you might need to know about this diagnosis: As a Soft Alpha, you exercise that need for control instinctive to all Alphas, but you do so in a way that isn't brash or harsh. This makes you a natural leader that's also well-liked. You are a people pleaser at ...

Just took the Omegaverse test to see which secondary I was. A bit surprised to find I was a soft alpha since I thought I’d get omega.

[partlydigested]

The fact that you're forced to have a set physical form is so fucked up.

Like yeah this is Your Vessel. You can kinda change it, but not a ton. At least not without spending large amounts of money or having undesirable side effects. And no you can't choose how your Vessel looks, that's based on your parents sorry. Also as you age Your Vessel will change, sometimes in ways you don't want. Can't really do much about that either.

And all interactions have to be through Your Vessel. You can never escape Your Vessel. If you want to have irl friends they'll have to see Your Vessel. And if you don't show someone Your Vessel, they're going to have an image in their head about what Your Vessel looks like, and its almost certainly not what it actually looks like.

Escaping Your Vessel is impossible.

[beazleybeez]

This is why I wish I could shape-shift at will.

[alxnxllix]

Reblog if you're grateful for your internet friends

[beazleybeez]

100% agree

[murdocsmacattack]

a little teaser for a macdoc one shot im doing called your ASM should be rated R

or Mac does ASMR Murdoc discovers this it goes about as normal as you’d expect…

Murdoc had never been a man who slept particularly well.

His instinctual paranoia was something that served him well in the unpredictable landscape of his chosen field. Still, when the day turned to dusk and the tender arms of night stretched out its searching fingers, Murdoc found it would not embrace him readily.

Many a night Murdoc found himself prowling the house like a restless predator, hungry for oblivion like the wolf for bloodied flesh, moving through the wooded shell like stepping on broken glass, as if invisible shards would tear vulnerable flesh if he did not move just so. At the same time, his boy slept innocently on in a backroom.

It’s no wonder, really, that his sweet Cassin is the one who led to his current break in routine, or more accurately, the creation of the one he now follows if the night should allow it. He lies down now, as his own son so often does, earbuds in place of headphones, eyes closed as he breaths deep and even, and the soft whispers of strangers dance in his head.

“I’m not listening to music daddy.” his sweet boy had said after waking from his dose on the couch, blue headphones draped around his neck.“ I’m listing to the people who talk really quietly, and I really like it.” Cassian had beamed at him then, “you should try it daddy, you’d like it too.”

He had , actually, liked it too; that is, he’s slipped into the warmth of a dreamless sleep a good few nights now, the strangely comforting hiss of strangers murmuring in his ear dragging him down into-

“Hey, welcome back.”

and Murdoc’s eyes snap open, startled into complete wakefulness because holy fuck, does he know that voice…

[here-to-reblog-stuff]

Murdoc in 5x10

I have 2 theories. I came up with the first one after watching the episode for the first time. I watched it live, after 2 days of staying up and zero sleep so i didn't pay attention to every detail. But i believe that the theory still has a point. It makes sense if you're looking at it from Murdoc's perspective, he has been locked up with Helman and forgotten for years. And the second one is after re-watching the episode and after considering the fact that he's still obsessed with Mac.

Murdoc had two options. First one is to get Mac to join him on a fun side or atleast visit him and consider him a friend (the whole thing about owing him and door always being open for him in 3x06) but he turned him down. And later locked him up with Helman. A long time passed and he didn't hear from Mac (how dare his boy scout forgets him). And because of that he came up with the second option: kill Mac. He is impressed by Mac, love watching him work, the way his brain finds a way out of impossible situations, how he make things out of other things (btw he'll never get over that pressure wine bottle gun from 1x08 lol), but there's no point if he won't get a chance to see any of that. If Mac's not going to join him or atleast accept him as friend, there's nothing else to do. Mac will always catch him, lock him up and just forget him. And everytime it will be harder and harder to escape -> he escaped on his own in 1x21 and 2x15. But the next time it took hiring Helman and planning the whole thing to just get a potential chance to escape. So he took a chance, agreed to Andrew's terms. Andrews got him out, and he prepared everything for his last game with Mac. He would get two things out of this: be the one to kill Mac and finally get his freedom (because there's no way someone else would manage to catch him)

And ofc the second theory comes after that speech in the end, after catching Murdoc annoyingly glaring at Andrews few times during the episode and going back to previous episodes. Murdoc admitted that Mac meant a lot to him over the years. How he is his truly only worthy companion. And that famous quote "'its's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all" that he took and change it to fit him. He confessed his love for Mac. He wants to hurt Mac, but kill him? No. He doesn't want to kill his only worthy companion atleast not like that, for someone else. They still have potential to have some fun. Andrews made it easy, got him out, allowed him to prepare everything and agreed to let him have some fun with Mac first. If Phoenix didn't interrupted them, he would just kill Andrews and escape. He would get what he wanted: freedom, chance to play with Phoenix and ofc endless future opportunities with his "pal" now that he's free. "It was his idea" proves that everything was just a game for him. He was like a disappointed child that had to stop playing with his friends earlier than he wanted.

The whole Mac and Murdoc thing reminds me of Batman and Joker and that Joker's quote: "You won't kill me out of some misplaced sense of self-righteousness, and I won't kill you because you're just too much fun. I think you and I are destined to do this forever"

And btw it was all finished up so easily. This plot had potential for atleast one more episode. Many things were not explained -> how did Andrews get idea to get Murdoc out of prison and why, why did Murdoc exactly join him (he could have just used him to escape and kill him after that), what happened with Cassian..

And since we didn't actually see Murdoc in black site, I hope he escaped on the way there.

[beazleybeez]

Why am I just now realizing that that was a valid crash out

[diamond-cavalier]

MacDoc, Ex-Gifted Kid Kinks, and The Intellectual Arms Race

So I’ve been writing If Life Is Gonna Fuck Me, and I’m drafting up the new Katabasis chapter… so here’s some Thoughts.

There’s a reason Murdoc calls Mac his Truly only worthy companion.

It’s not just dramatics and obsession though it’s definitely those too, it’s respect. Reverent, awed, and potentially very horny (depending on how you feel about it) respect.

See, Murdoc doesn’t actually want to kill Mac. Not really. That would mean the game ends, and Murdoc lives for the game. He needs Mac’s mind aimed at him like a loaded weapon. He needs the challenge, the chase, the look in Mac’s eyes when he figures the plans out, when he beats him at his own game. Because the truth is, Murdoc has a competence kink so severe it’s fucking terminal.

He doesn’t want someone weaker. He doesn’t want anyone submissive or beneath him. He wants someone who can win. Because if you can outmatch Murdoc, if you can survive him, if you can dismantle his plans and walk away smarter, with clean hands, and fuck without any weapon other than your own mind and the things around you. Then you’re exactly what he craves, someone who could keep up with him, someone who burns just as brightly as he does, someone equal.

And Mac? Mac hates that he understands this.

He hates that Murdoc’s traps are the most fun he’s had in months. Mac hates that when Murdoc says, Good boy, Macgyver! or God you’re clever while pressing a gun to his head, he feels it all the way down his spine.

Because Angus Macgyver, boy scout, genius, golden moral compass of Phoenix, has a praise kink, but it only lights up when someone actually gets him. When someone sees how fast his mind moves, how precise his hands are, how much effort he’s hiding under that casual flannel. When someone is so sincere that he can’t convince himself it’s a lie. And Murdoc sees all of it.

So what happens?

You get a kink feedback loop so intense it might count as an international incident.

Murdoc sets a trap. Mac disarms it. Murdoc is like You’re incredible boy scout. Murdoc’s pupils are blown and he’s high on the sheer sight of it, Mac is cocky and confident and will actively snap and snark at him while trying to ignore the heat working its way through his body.

Rinse, repeat, explode something.

The point is, this is not your average enemies-to-lovers. This is intellectual foreplay. This is two brilliant and thoroughly unhinged men slowly destroying each other because it’s the only way they know how to connect.

It’s courtship under fucking cold war conditions. It’s mutually assured destruction, if either of them give into their dynamic then they’re both fucked.

Murdoc doesn’t flirt with flowers or soft words. He flirts with mind games and precision hits, every confrontation is another chance to say, Dazzle me Angus.

And Mac answers with explosive grace. With beautifully improvised solutions, with a mind so fast and so wildly destructive that it makes Murdoc start composing wedding vows in his head on impact.

Or dirty talk, you know, whatever works.

And it’s not just about survival, survival would be taking the shot, letting someone kill Murdoc and putting that problem to rest forever. But the problem is that Mac wants to play the game too.

He wants to earn the praise. He wants to be the one Murdoc can’t beat. He wants to hear Murdoc call him brilliant and infuriating, and he wants to hear him whisper mine like it’s a religion.

They are each other’s favorite puzzle, the dopamine and adrenaline hit, the feeling of flying and falling and being alive, and god help them if they let themselves fall into each other. Because there’s no coming back from that. Because from that moment they’ll belong to each other and nobody else.

They’re not just enemies to lovers, they don’t learn to see past the flaws, they like the flaws. Mac wants Murdoc reverent and unholy, and Murdoc wants Mac wrathful and bitter. It’s enemies and lovers. It’s I’m the only one allowed to kill you and I can’t do it anymore. It’s You’re the only one who understands me and I’m not sure if I want to kill you or kiss you.

It’s the savior and the person who never care about being saved.

It’s the villain and the prince that never wanted his throne.

And at its base level it’s Fuck Macgyver is hot when he’s ruining my life and God I want Murdoc to call me clever.

[sketchinator]

You know that one scene from ‘the Road to el Dorado?’