#Jack dalton whump

[dinosaurswant2rule]

For the whump prompt ask list:

🪷 breathless fear, wide eyes, terrified anticipation of what will happen next...

I have no idea when you asked this and I'm appalling at answering these for sure.

I also don't know if this was what you had in mind?

But after a huge cluster fuck mind blank and much thinking this is what I came up with

Jack was trapped in that tiny room. Well not trapped quite, he’d raced inside, desperate to escape the guards. He had been driven a bout of insanity and fear and his brain not quite functioning. When he had seen Mac’s body drop, something short circuited in his head,  he’d seen the hostages too, heard them screaming and then started shouting to get the guards attention and well it had worked. He had started to run, his lungs were still burning. His heart was pounding as he’d finally found a tiny place to be temporarily safe. Everything had stopped, the footsteps, the rain of bullets, the flying bits of the walls all coming at him. It had all stopped and he was not safe. 

He felt sick and ashamed, he’d seen his friend’s body drop and he’d run the other way. Dalton had no idea if the hostages had even made it. It had been a stupid, stupid plan, not even a plan, a half-baked, it was so stupid that it wasn’t even a scrap of an idea, half an idea. Nothing. Jack took a few deep breaths, spouting gibberish in his head would not help. He leaned back against the stone-cold wall and continued to breath in and out, long and slow, or at least as slow as he could manage. He realised at some point that he was shaking, he was frightened and cold. That was shock though, he knew that, difficult and scary events produced shock and that in turn produced side effects like shaking. Lack of food and sleep probably didn’t aid the whole shock thing, he knew that too. 

Finally his breathing improved and the pain in his chest improved, but the shaking didn’t stop. Now he had slowed down, he also realised that the noise of the outside was at full volume, he could hear guards, plenty of soldiers, lots of men with more weapons than he had all yelling and swearing in a variety of different languages. The level of cursing, in exhausted hysterical state he found himself smirking. Who knew there were so many different ways to say fuck? 

The rest is on HERE on AO3

[wolfnight360]

hey y’all if anyone knows of any good csi nick stokes or Macgyver jack dalton whump fanfics let me know. big George eads fan and love any story where one of his characters is hurt and acting all big and tuff about it, or not so tuff I don’t care one way or another. Only asking cause I about 99% sure i’v already read them all. But never hurts to ask 🤷🏻‍♀️.

[finnarcher7]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: MacGyver (TV 2016) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Angus MacGyver (MacGyver TV 2016), Jack Dalton (MacGyver TV 2016), Riley Davis, Matilda "Matty" Webber, Wilt Bozer (MacGyver TV 2016) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Jack Dalton Whump (MacGyver TV 2016), Angus MacGyver (MacGyver TV 2016) Whump, Hurt Jack Dalton (MacGyver TV 2016), Hurt Angus Macgyver (Macgyver TV 2016), Torture Summary:

Mac and Jack find themselves all tied up after a successful mission, thanks to the betrayal of an anonymous traitor at the Phoenix. Lots of Jack and Mac whump.

[dinosaurswant2rule]

Absolutely true and in some shameless self-promotion, here is my fic I wrote for MacGyver where I shamelessly rip off the plot from Grave Danger (yes I'm aware it needs an update)

Happy 18th anniversary to the airing of Grave Danger, a piece of television that forever traumatized a generation but also brought a lot of fans together.

[just-here-for-the-whump]

MacGyver 2x9 CD Rom + Hoagie Foil

[letthewhumpbegin]

Overload - a MacGyver fanfiction

Fandom: MacGyver (2016) Characters: Angus MacGyver, Jack Dalton Prompt: this was written for day 1 of @whumptober 2024, prompt Panic Attack. Word count: 1253 Warnings: contains descriptions of panic attack, anxiety and angst.

Mac wasn’t always the loudest or most present person in the room. He enjoyed company, but could just as well be by himself. So when he took a bit of a backseat during today’s debriefing of their latest mission, that wasn’t an instant reason for concern. Most might assume him to be tired, but Jack was the one to sense something more was going on. 

They were subtle signs, more than likely missed by everyone else in the meeting room, but Jack caught them even from the other end of the table they all sat around. It was in the haunted look in Mac’s eyes, his complete detachment from everything happening around him, and the breaths that were much too shallow for Jack’s liking. 

Jack held his gaze fixed on Mac, counting down the minutes until this meeting would end. Mac sat unmoving, one hand clamped so tightly around a paperclip that Jack feared he might have to dig it out of Mac’s palm later. He was fully turned in on himself and wasn’t participating in the meeting in any way anymore. All he seemed to do was sit and try to keep some level of control over himself. "Come on, come on," Jack mumbled under his breath. No one else saw it, but Jack knew in his gut that Mac was silently spinning out of control right in front of him. 

Finally, after what felt like hours, the meeting came to an end. Where everyone immediately got to their feet to resume their work elsewhere, Mac did not even make an attempt to get up from his seat. Even worse: he did not move a muscle at all. He sat frozen, rigid, gaze fixed unblinkingly at a point somewhere near his hands resting on the table top. 

Jack hung back and waited until everyone else had left the room, before he closed the door. "Mac?" Jack sat down in the chair next to his partner and friend. Mac did not respond in any way. "Come on, hoss, talk to me. I know something is going on with you." Jack rested a hand on Mac’s forearm and immediately felt how Mac’s muscles were tensed up to their max. Jack knew then and there that this situation was infinitely worse than he had been suspecting. He had only seen Mac have a full-on panic attack twice before, and both those times had not been pleasant experiences for either of them. 

A whimpery gasp escaped Mac, as he looked wide-eyed at Jack now. "Okay, okay…" Jack wasn’t sure exactly what he should do, so he just did what felt right. He held his hand on Mac’s arm, speaking softly to instill some sort of calmness back into him.  "It’s alright, I’m here with you, you’re going to be fine." Jack repeated the words like a mantra, but they seemed to fall on deaf ears. 

Mac’s breaths shuddered now and a distinct tremble spread through his entire body. He felt like screaming, thrashing, running away, and preferably all at the same time, but he found himself unable to move or utter any words. His chest constricted painfully and made him feel like he couldn’t take a proper breath. A feeling of panic and fear so feral settled in every fiber of his being, and he had no idea how to deal with it or how to get himself out of it. 

"Buddy, please." Jack pleaded. "Let me help you. Try to tell me what I need to do." Mac gulped like a fish out of water, before he frantically shook his head. Jack huffed helplessly. All he wanted was to help, but he didn’t, for the life of him, know how to. 

Mac gasped another few times for a breath, and finally managed to get a few words out.  "J-just… be… here…" Each word was followed by a sharp, hitched intake of breath. "You mean sit here with you?" Jack wasn’t sure how that would be of help, but if that was what Mac asked of him, he would do it. Mac nodded a silent confirmation. He had to struggle to get a breath in by now, and he felt like he had lost all control over himself. It was a scary feeling, terrifying even. Jack might not be the best to deal with these kinds of situations, but he was what Mac needed right now. 

"Okay, absolutely." Jack accepted this cry for help without protest. He leaned back in his chair. No matter how long Mac needed him to, Jack would sit here with him all through it. 

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Well over 30 minutes had gone by, when Mac finally seemed to have battled himself through the worst of his panic attack. His breaths turned easier, and his posture dropped as his muscles slowly released their tension. 

Jack noticed this, too. "Are you back with me?" He asked softly. "I think so. A little." Mac ran a trembling hand through his hair. This movement was the first he made since this panic attack had started. "Do you need anything?" Jack inquired. Mac slowly licked his lips. He only now realized how dry his mouth was. "Some water, please."

Jack poured a glass of water from a canteen and handed it to Mac, before he leaned against the edge of the table to have a good look at his partner. Jack had seen Mac in all states of disheveled over the years, but somehow seeing him go through this panic attack today unsettled Jack greatly. 

"What happened?" Jack finally asked the question which had been bothering him most. "I don’t even know." Mac sighed wearily. "I guess I’m just tired. This latest mission has been stressful." It wasn’t much of an explanation, but Jack felt Mac was telling the truth. He looked genuinely confused and betrayed by his own mind and body. 

Mac took a sip of water. Jack couldn’t help but notice how Mac’s hands seemed to tremble a little worse again.  "Easy, hoss," Jack said calmly, "no need to lose control again. We’re just going to take it easy." Mac chuckled darkly. "I’m doing the best I can." "I know." Jack rested a comforting hand on Mac’s shoulder. "And I’m here to help you through it." Mac nodded gratefully and shakily took another sip of water. He was calmer now, but looked absolutely spent. Something that hadn’t eluded Jack either. 

"Come on, let me take you home," Jack suggested. "Yeah," Mac answered wearily. He slowly got up from his chair. For a short moment he swayed on his feet, which made Jack quickly reach out and steady his friend. "You good?" Jack asked with slight concern in his voice. Mac nodded. "I’m good." Jack wasn’t altogether satisfied with Mac’s well-being, but didn’t press the matter for now. 

"Jack?" There was an uncharacteristic vulnerability to Mac’s voice. "Do you have any plans this afternoon?" "No." Jack already sensed the question hanging in the air. Mac averted his gaze to the glass of water still in his hands. "Would you… would you mind staying with me?" Even though they knew each other so well, had been friends and partners for so long, Mac still found it difficult to ask for help sometimes. "Of course," Jack instantly agreed, "I’ll keep you company for as long as you need me to." "Thank you," Mac mumbled. 

Knowing that Jack would stay with him, Mac already felt himself calm down even more, and he was sure he would eventually feel better completely.

Writing masterlist

Author's note: this fic will get posted onto my AO3 and FF.net account as well in the coming weeks.

[mostlywhump]

The wildest ep of the Macgyver reboot

Sometimes I think fondly about Macgyver (2016) season 3 episode 13 Wilderness + Training + Survival....and how absolutely batshit this episode was. If the creators had decided to confidently maintain these chaos levels, I think the show would have been better and had a longer run in general (but that's just my opinion).

Some random insane details that got fully brushed over but make me lose my mind every time:

Mac actively choosing to bring no emergency supplies out of pure god complex.

That time the bad guy leader tore Mac's beanie off and grabbed him by the hair sexual-style. Absolutely no other character has thought to grab Mac by the hair in the original show or the reboot like wtf

EDIT I've been reminded by some friendly reblogs that hair-pulling happens in a couple other episodes. Regardless, it cracks me up every single time. The guy seems to do it out of pure frustration and that is so funny to me.

Riley wearing acrylics into the wilderness

The bad guy just up and massacred his entire squad so he wouldn't have to share the money. Like he just shot them all in cold blood. That's some GOT shit.

Mac getting shot in the thigh from like two inches away and not having his entire femur shattered.

Riley and Bozer running into a clearing scattered with dead bodies?? With Mac bleeding out (?) in the middle?? No questions asked.

At least two of the bad guys were SEVERELY injured and they just got left to die in the absolute middle of nowhere after all that emphasis on how dangerous the wilderness is lmfao

RILEY WEARING ACRYLICS INTO THE WILDERNESS

Bozer being totally confused by the word yarrow implying that he did literally none of the reading.

That one guy who was blinded by burning poison oak and left to die in the woods

Mac doing math and science word problems outloud while a group of murdering criminals stare at him in confusion

Why did he have a random hillbilly friend in the mountains

Why did he suddenly have a pickup truck for the occasion

anyway i miss Macgyver and i wish it would come back RIP ok bye

[sun-ni-day]

~~ I never got over those blue eyes ~~ ~~ I see them everywhere ~~ ~~ I miss those arms that held me ~~ ~~ When all the love was there ~~

MacGyver 5x05 Jack + Kinematics + Safe Cracker + MgKNO3 + GTO

[karcia89-blog]

difficult choice, I love both episodes, but 2x07 definitely stole my heart 🙈🤣

Season 1, Episode 18: Flashlight

Mac and the team travel to Hawaii to help out when an earthquake strikes and partner with Chin Ho and Kono to rescue a group of government scientists trapped in a building about to collapse.

Season 2, Episode 7: Duct Tape + Jack

MacGyver uses a heater and tabasco sauce to help a key presidential candidate in Ecuador receive a heart transplant he desperately needs after a rebel group tries to sabotage delivery of the organ.

[rosieblogstuff]

Trick or treat!

It's a treat, I hope! Something like 2 years ago I wrote this drabble about Mac and Jack getting kidnapped and waking up in Murdoc's torture dungeon, which seems like such a fitting setting for Halloween. So here's a little follow-up. More than a line, but I doubt anyone's objecting.

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Before Mac could figure out how to get the cell door open, the outer door of the room opened. Murdoc was all smiles as he entered the room again. “How’s it going in here, friends? Made any decisions yet? Or do you need a little more time to talk it over?” He looked between them, raising his brows expectantly. “No? Well, I guess it’ll be surprise time for everyone, then! How fun.” Still smiling, he pulled a gun out of his jacket and aimed it toward them. “Who’s going to play my little game first?”

Mac gave him a hard stare, doing his best to look defiant and not at all concerned about what the psychopath with the gun would do if they didn’t volunteer themselves for a torture session. 

“Me.” 

Jack elbowed him aside, putting himself between Mac and the gun.

Mac's jaw dropped, not that Jack could see it now that his back was to Mac. “Jack?” he hissed. What happened to just waiting? What happened to not playing the game, like they'd just agreed would be their strategy? 

Jack ignored him and Murdoc opened the cell door, a grin on his face. “Very good, though I must say, a little expected. Step out and don’t try anything funny, or I’ll shoot Angus first.”

[dinosaurswant2rule]

This story was written for @lailuhhh originally

But I nabbed the April 8 prompts for @macgyvercairo

Collapse/Eclipse for it

Happy whumping!

[purrgilpawkins]

Needle + Thread

Summary: Mac needs his wounds stitched up. Unfortunately for him, he and the team are in the middle of nowhere without painkillers. (Also available on AO3)

Pairings: Jack Dalton & Angus MacGyver, Riley Davis & Angus MacGyver

Part of the Comfortember 2020 series Prompt: Campfire

Warnings: non detailed wound stitching

Notable tags: H/C, stab wound, field medicine, hurt Mac, caring Jack, caring Riley, Mac whump

The sound of the crackling fire was the only thing heard amongst the chirping crickets, the chattering of Riley’s teeth, and Mac’s ragged breathing. At least, it was all Jack could hear, which was a good thing for the most part.

They had to set up camp in the woods to lay low and wait for exfil. Unfortunately none of them were wearing appropriate attire to be camping during November, which left them all a little on the chilly side. Jack and Riley could handle it but they were both worried about Mac, who was currently bleeding out thanks to a gash on his belly when he decided it’d be a good idea to get into a knife fight with someone.

They’d started on building a small fire immediately and Jack was on a constant lookout in case anyone decided to bother checking out the smoke. Riley was doing her best to make sure Mac was warm and comfortable.

After doing another sweep of their makeshift campsite, Jack walked over to them and sat on the other side of Mac, “How you holdin’ up?”

Mac lifted his bloody hand from his wound and shook it, giving Jack a glare.

“Right. I guess you’re doin’ a little bad.”

Mac replaced his hand and groaned, “Understatement.”

“Well, good news,” Jack rummaged around in his jacket pocket, “I have a needle and thread here, so we could stitch you up real quick, if you want.”

“Why’d you pick up a needle and thread?” Riley piped up.

“You never know what weird shit Mac’s plans may call for. Good thing those terrorists were hiding out in an abandoned crafting supply store, huh?”

Mac groaned as he sat up to inspect the needle, “Yeah, I think I can do without the tetanus. Or the pain that comes with sewing up a wound with cotton.”

“Oh, I know not to use cotton, hoss. That’s why this thread is actually silk.” Jack showed Mac the end of the thread, a sticker that was labeled 99¢ with “SILK” just under the price.

“Whatever. Don’t want to do it.”

Jack frowned and turned to Riley, “What’s the ETA on exfil, Riles?”

Riley grabbed Jack’s wrist to look at his watch, “Two, maybe three hours.”

“Alright so it’s either extinguishing or risking tetanus and I’d rather take a risk than watch you bleed to death, hoss.”

“Okay, first,” Mac grunted, “it’s ‘exsanguination’, second, tetanus could just as easily kill me.”

“Yeah, but by the time you get it we’ll be back home and not in the middle of nowhere.”

“And that’s still if you get it,” Riley added.

Mac let out a long and pitiful groan, “Fine.”

“Besides, you’re more likely to get an infection.”

“Riley,” Jack whispered harshly, “why would say that after he just agreed to gettin’ patched up?”

“Come on, Jack, he already knows the dangers this might bring, right Mac?”

“Yep.”

“See.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Jack started to stick the thread through the needle while Riley helped Mac lay back down. After much trial and error, Riley eventually took the needle from Jack and stuck the thread in the first try.

“Need to bring your reading glasses next time?”

Jack fake laughed and took the needle back from her. He moved to Mac and started to lift up his shirt, “Now, you know this is gonna hurt like hell.”

Mac gave Jack a pleading look, “Let’s just get this over with.”

Jack sighed, having zero desire to hurt his kid, but knowing this’ll help in the long run, “Okay.” He positioned the needle under the gash and Mac squeezed his eyes shut before Jack pulled back, “Wait, hang on a sec. Hold this.” Jack handed the needle to Riley and started to unbuckle his pants.

“Um.”

“Don’t make it weird, dude. It’s just something for you to put in your mouth.” Jack stopped, Riley groaned, and Mac face-palmed.

“Way to make it weird, Jack.”

“Shut up! You know what I’m talkin’ about!” Jack angrily wrangled with his belt then handed it to Mac. He waited for Mac to fit it in his mouth and got the needle back in position when Mac gave him a thumbs up.

The needle pierced Mac’s skin and he inhaled sharply. Were the needle bigger than a sewing needle, the pain likely would’ve been worse. He briefly thought that this was nothing, it was something he could handle, but it pierced again and he couldn’t deny that it hurt.

He flinched at the next poke and Jack brought his free hand up to rest on the blond’s stomach. The delta gently brushed his thumb on Mac’s skin, hoping that his touch offered some kind of comfort when Mac flinched again. Riley took Mac’s hand in hers and didn’t protest when he squeezed it a little roughly. They both do their best to help Mac ride out the pain as Jack finished stitching him up.

The second Jack said “done”, Mac spat out the belt and goes to sit up but the hand still on his stomach prevented him from doing so.

“Whoa, hey, slow down there, hoss. This thread was designed to keep clothes together, not human skin.”

“As opposed to other kinds of skin?” Riley said. Jack gave her a look and she raised her hands in a shrug as Mac let out a quiet laugh.

“What I’m saying is, take it slow cause it’ll probably come apart real easy.” Jack removed his hand but Mac remained flat on his back.

“In that case,” Mac huffed, “I think I’m gonna sit here for a while.”

“Hey, you do what you gotta do, man. We gotcha.”

Riley moved to lay down beside Mac, hand still in his and Jack started to take off his jacket. The oldest agent placed it on the youngest, despite his protests, and laid down on the other side of him. “Don’t want you catchin’ a cold to go along with that possible infection.”

“It’s not even that cold.”

“Then why’re you shaking, Mac?” Riley asked.

Mac sighed and accepted his fate before leaning into Jack’s warmth and squeezing Riley’s hand.

The three basked in the comfort of each other’s presence as the fire continues to snap and pop. The woods are cold and uncomfortable and the youngest of them is suffering through a stinging pain in his side but there was no place he’d rather be than next to his family.

[finnarcher7]

Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: MacGyver (TV 2016) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Angus MacGyver (MacGyver TV 2016), Jack Dalton (MacGyver TV 2016), Riley Davis, Matilda "Matty" Webber, Wilt Bozer (MacGyver TV 2016) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Jack Dalton Whump (MacGyver TV 2016), Angus MacGyver (MacGyver TV 2016) Whump, Hurt Jack Dalton (MacGyver TV 2016), Hurt Angus Macgyver (Macgyver TV 2016), Torture Summary:

Mac and Jack find themselves all tied up after a successful mission, thanks to the betrayal of an anonymous traitor at the Phoenix. Lots of Jack and Mac whump.

[paperxcrowns]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: MacGyver (TV 2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Jack Dalton & Angus MacGyver (MacGyver TV 2016) Characters: Angus MacGyver (MacGyver TV 2016), Jack Dalton (MacGyver TV 2016), Original Characters, (the exfil team) Additional Tags: Buried Alive, Near Death Experiences, Claustrophobia, Angus MacGyver (MacGyver TV 2016) Whump, this tag is going to become my best friend i think, Hurt/Comfort, Restraints, Hurt Angus Macgyver (Macgyver TV 2016), Worried Jack Dalton (MacGyver TV 2016), Bad Parent James MacGyver (MacGyver TV 2016), its like. just barely alluded to. but its there and i DO need yall to know that, Whump, Blood and Injury, Panic Attacks, Dissociation, No beta we die like mne Summary:

He’s sinking back in, the mud refusing to relinquish its hold on him. A shudder runs up Mac’s spine as he drags himself out of the mud. Slowly, painfully, clawing at the earth trying to find a hold to use to free himself. Small roots and grass are ripped loose in his destructive wake of panic.

Finally, finally, Mac’s legs pull free from the mud and scrambles back from the unmarked grave.

The unmarked grave that almost became his.

[just-here-for-the-whump]

MacGyver 2x15 Murdoc + Handcuffs