#Macgyver 2016 fanfic

[letthewhumpbegin]

Overload - a MacGyver fanfiction

Title: Overload Fandom: MacGyver (2016) Genre: hurt/comfort Characters: Angus MacGyver, Jack Dalton

Summary: 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.

Mac has a panic attack.

Word count: 1253 No. of chapters: 1 Warnings: contains descriptions of panic attack, anxiety and angst. Original post date: 1 October 2024 Completed: yes

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Any and all feedback on my writing is highly appreciated 😇🥰. You can find my full writing masterlist here.

[ariwritessometimes]

The first time it happened, they were in the Sandbox. One minute, his bomb nerd was there in the passenger seat, albeit hanging out the window; the next, he wasn’t.

And as Jack Dalton picked Afghan sand and gravel out of his idiot-genius technician, all the while hollering about ‘what in the hell kinda mule-brained move that was,’ some small part of him was foolish enough to believe that maybe the warning would be taken to heart, and it wouldn’t happen again.

aka

How Jack learned that the Belt Grab needed to be a thing.

[boolger]

Just like that movie - Macgyver

Macgyver 2016. MDNI. 18+. Look at me writing something for the Macgyver fandom for once, hm. This isn’t checked through for mistakes, so there will probably be some, sorry <‘3

Tags: Hint of Dennis Murdoc x Angus Macgyver, implied Jack Dalton x Angus Macgyver. References to the shining, axe, violence, shooting, fire, Murdoc is being Murdoc. Death threats. Joke about being queer. threat of non-con.

Don’t think to deeply over the details in this one. Also don’t play with fire.

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Mac rushed through the doors, turning to the right in a sharp movement, stopping for a moment, just to listen.

His whistling echoed throughout the old house, bouncing through the rooms, only to be interrupted by the occasional “oooh Anguuus~”. Everytime Murdoc almost sang his name, Mac wanted to punch him in the face. His eyes flickered around in the room he was currently hiding in.

The entire house was old, with water damage crawling down the walls, filled with dusty and damp furniture that was haunted by the memories and from being abandoned for years. Graffiti on the walls, things ripped from its places.

A crash echoed throughout the house.

“Booooy scooout.”

There was no electricity in the room, but Mac could work without it; he just had to find the right components to create chaos with. Preferably something that blew up; starting a fire would honestly work too.

Murdoc with a gun was one thing - but Murdoc, stalking him through an old house, with a fucking axe? Another kind of horror, pulled directly from The Shining. Except Murdoc was just Murdoc. His usual, crazy self.

It wouldn’t be long before the team found him, Mac knew that - he trusted Jack and the others to appear soon. Maybe he should have a damn tracker put in him, like Riley had suggested, so they could always find him.

As Murdoc chopped his way through a door nearby, a manic laughter leaving him, Mac snuck off to further down the hallway.

“This isn’t funny if you don’t come out soon, Macgyver,” Murdoc crooned, Mac turning into a smaller hallway before he saw him, “or well. You don’t need to ‘come out’ come out, we both know you’re not straight, don’t we Angus?”

Asshole.

Usually Mac would reply to Murdoc’s baiting, but he didn’t particularly feel like giving himself away. He dipped into a different room, picking up a radio on the way, as well as some discarded steel wool on the floor. Finally luck seemed to be on his side— a manic laughter was heard, closer than Mac particularly wanted it to be.

As he rushed from the room to the next, the door made a noise behind him, making him cringe - while he heard the sound of the axe being dragged along the floor.

“Ohoho,” Murdoc laughed loudly, smugly, “I can hear you Angus!”

Mac almost ran past a bathroom, but he made the detour inside - opening the little closet beneath the sink. A lot hadn’t been left untouched; but a rubbing alcohol was there. Mac almost cried with delight, muttering at himself to hurry up. The moment the dark blonde stepped out of the bathroom and looked down the hallway, his gaze met his enemy’s.

A small “Fuck,” left him, Murdoc grinning, all of his teeth showing, the axe in hand, slowly raising it.

“Only if you ask nicely,” the leather clad man promised darkly — but Mac didn’t stay behind to point out how fucking creepy that was; it was Murdoc. He knew it was. Instead Mac booked it down the opposite way, Murdoc laughing as he sprinted after him.

Mac only just managed to get inside a room - dropping his things before he pushed a desk in front of it. While it didn’t make pushing open the door easy, it was no help against the axe. As the weapon collided with the wooden door the first time, Angus pulled his SAK from his pants, hurryingly breaking open the back of the radio with it.

As he ripped the battery out, the axe hit the door once again, the tip of the metal peeping through the wood. Mac was almost proud his hands weren’t shaking as he picked up the steel wool, stretching it out a little.

For a short second, Mac looked over his shoulder, at the window; he was up high, third floor and the mere thought made him want to throw up. Why did Murdoc have to choose this giant place of all places?

As the axe once more connected with the door, Mac rubbed the battery and steel wool together; just as Murdoc peeked his head through, no doubt with plans of citing the famous line from the Shining, Mac blew on the wool, creating a few sparkles of fire — so Mac threw it, instantly turning around to the window.

He felt the blast from the fire behind him, a loud scream leaving Murdoc as the fire almost burned off his eyebrow no doubt. He opened the window, trying his best not to look down or look at the flames that grew even bigger with the new oxygen. Murdoc was screaming his name, not with fear of his death, but with the promise that he would get him back.

Mac looked to the side - he would almost be able to reach the window from the room next door - but the mere idea of falling was making him want to throw up. Instead he looked up.

With a quick decision he crawled up instead of to the side or attempting to jump down. The roof tiles were crumbling as he managed to pull himself up, moss covered and old. Mac hurried further off the roof, afraid of falling down.

It would be a matter of time before the fire licked its way up to him - and as he looked out, trying to keep his eyes on the horizontal line, as Jack always told him to do, he saw several cars approaching at high speed. Fucking finally. A tile slid out from beneath his hand, a whimper leaving him as he unintentionally looked down, as it scrambled down the roof and down to its death.

On to see the familiar, dark leather-clad monster that often haunted his dreams. The moment Mac saw him, it was almost too late. It was more luck than judgment than he managed to move in time, the bullet grazing his arm instead of his face. As Mac’s eyes flickered to Murdoc again, grabbing onto the unstable tiles, the pale man was grinning. His gun was gone - and he blew a kiss up at Mac instead, turning around and disappearing into the woods. Like a monster, retreating into the obscurity it came from.

The cars all stopped violently, Jack yelling his name as Murdoc’s figure disappeared in between the trees. He would be back to haunt Mac again, the blonde already knew that. He could feel the fire getting closer, his stomach becoming warm, smoke beginning to envelop him.

As he crawled towards a roof window, trying not to panic, his arm was pulsing with pain from the shot.

When he left the house, he saw the axe, stuck in the wall, next to his name, written in dark graffiti - a heart drawn around it.

Mac tried to forget the sight, as Jack drew him into his arms, instantly promising to kill the Murdoc.

[ash5monster01]

It's Only Fair

Pairing: MacGyver x Reader

Warnings: nothing but fluff

Summary: There is a new mailman that keeps switching up you and your neighbor, Macgyver's mail.

word count: 600+

a/n: this is my very first, very short, Macgyver imagine I ever wrote. I’m in the process of moving some of them from my original wattpad to here, to find a broader audience. I hope you enjoy x I know it’s not very good, I was seventeen when I wrote it

Masterlist

The cool breeze from outside drifted in the house and gave it a light glow. The weather had been absolutely gorgeous the past few days, warm with a light breeze paired with it. It was what caused you to open all the windows and allow it to flood the home. With the day off from work you spent your time in the kitchen, enjoying the breeze, and baking for what felt like the first time in months. Just as you started pulling out some cookies from the oven the doorbell sounded throughout the house.

"Come in!" you called out as you shut the oven with your foot and started to walk towards the opposing counter to set the trays down.

"Wow it smells great in here" you looked up to spot your blonde neighbor standing in the entry way of the kitchen, holding up a stack of mail. "The new guy gave me your mail again"

"I think he's doing it on purpose now" you chuckled and he smiled and nodded as he walked further in and set it on the counter. You quickly removed the oven mitts and grabbed the stack.

"Well that or he really has no clue he's mixing it up" Mac suggested and you nodded as you shuffled through some bills which honestly could've stayed at his house.

"Well we can't totally complain. We've lived next to each other for years and I finally know your name from the amount of times I've received your letters" Mac laughed at the comment as you set the mail down.

"Yeah I definitely can't complain" Mac's gaze hardened on you and you struggled to keep your composure. The suggestive look in his ocean blue eyes made your skin crawl.

"Would you like some cookies. I've been bored baking all day and I think I should start offering before I gain five pounds" you moved over towards the cookies to distract yourself from the close proximity between you and the oddly handsome neighbor.

"Bored baking?" Mac questioned as he leaned against the counter. You shrugged as you started to cool one off to hand to him.

"It’s a thing, trust me. It keeps me occupied" you said handing the now cooled and gooey cookie to the boy, he rose his eyebrows as he grabbed it from your hand. Slowly he took a bite out of it and then smiled. "What?"

"Nothing it's just this cookie is really good. Better than Bozer's but don't tell him I said that" you chuckled and grabbed one for yourself as he finished his.

"Well then I guess I did something right?" Mac brushed his hands on his pants and stared at the gorgeous girl beside him and he wondered how he had never noticed you before. If he was being completely honest, two weeks ago he practically camped out on his front porch to corner the new mail man and tell him to keep mixing up your mail. It was the perfect excuse to keep coming over and seeing you.

"Well now that you've let me try one of your delicious cookies how about you try one of my delicious dinners?" your eyes widened as you looked up at the boy. He offered a small smile, the dimple in his left cheek catching your attention.

"And what makes them so delicious?" a smirk graced your lips as you looked up to him and he chuckled softly.

"I have a secret weapon named Bozer" a large laugh fell past your lips at his answer and when your laughter quieted down he looked at you just like he did before. "So what do you say?"

"Well, I mean it's only fair"

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[lupinescribbler]

“Hey! This is Jack the Dalton speaking. Probably couldn’t catch your call due to doing cool… bathroom tile salesman… stuff. Leave a message and I’ll hit you back up. Ciao!”

“I don’t know where I am right now.” Mac mumbled. He was aware he was slurring, slightly. He felt like he weighed a million pounds, or maybe like he’d been welded in place into his car. Immovable. Lethargic. His skin felt damp, he didn’t know if he was sweating or bleeding. He felt too cold to be sweating. “But I need help. Can you…”

Mac closed his eyes. Can you what? Find me? Not leave me? Just talk to me?

The voicemail beeped, marking an end to the message.

Mac redialed.

(Fanfic)

[allofmytoxicity]

Hello! How are you? I would like to make a request for Macgyver, I read your recent fic and fell in love, I would like to ask for something where Mac is returning from a mission and when he arrives at his house he finds the reader trying to fix something that is broken, maybe Mac has already taught her how to fix it before, but she can't and in fact only makes everything worse? So Mac fixes it for her?

D.I.Don't

a/n: Oh my gosh, thank you so much!!! Firstly, I love this idea, second, this is something I could imagine happening with myself just on my own, oh and third, I couldn't think of something simple to be fixed, so I have just put it as sticking up a picture. I'm in a bit of a writing slump at the moment because, (spoiler alert) I'm writing my first fic collection and I cannot, for the life in me, think of some ideas of how to continue the ideas for the fic.

angus 'mac' macgyver x fem!fiancée!reader

Summary: When a simple DIY task gets hard, your wonderful fiancé helps you out.

Word Count: 1.4k

TW: Being bad a DIY (I'm shite at it) and fluff.

You knew you shouldn't have done this; trying to put up the framed photo of you and Mac after he proposed to you in Greece earlier this year.

It had seemed like a simple job to begin with, and Mac had even said it was; Get the picture, a hammer and some nails.

Simple right?

That is, until, as you're collecting all of these things, you turn too fast when the doorbell rings and the hammer flies out your hand, making a hole in the wall.

So now there were 2 jobs. Put up the picture and fix the wall.

You definitely shouldn't've tried to put up that picture now.

Throughout your relationship, DIY had always been Mac's thing, and you couldn't deny that. If something broke, Mac would fix it.

Now, of course, he'd taught you a few things, like how to change light switch covers and unclog drains, especially for when Mac wasn't home and something like a drain needed unclogged - but you didn't exactly think you'd need his lesson on how to fix drywall.

So, to google you go. You know that you probably shouldn't have tried to fix it, but you were too far into it now that you just wanted to get it done. And that was how you ended up rushing it, messing up the paste to fill in the drywall cracks because you just needed to fix it before Mac got home, all to prove that you could do it.

And that was what Mac came home to find. Except it also had you sitting on the floor, staring at the abomination of a wall in front of you in tears at the fact you had tried and still failed after following every meticulous step.

Seeing his fiancée in tears worried Mac for a couple of moments before he finally spotted your splotchy attempt at fixing the drywall, the cracks looking like they'd started small but had only grown with the repair attempts - which they had, much to your frustration.

He sighed in relief while placing his bags down, glad you weren't hurt or anything, just upset at the fact you couldn't do DIY.

As he walked over to your spot on the floor, you turned around, tears brimming your eyes and trying not to break down there and then as you tried to explain yourself to Mac.

"I-I'm really sorry Mac. I tried putting up the Greece picture as a surprise for when you got home and-" You tried, interjecting into the silence first before Mac said anything to try and calm you down, but he cut you off mid sentence.

"It's fine." Mac calmly said, crouching down as he did so then he could hug you.

His soft tone surprised you and silenced your rambles at the same time. You had thought that when you'd broken the drywall that Mac would just sigh and get on with it when he got home if you didn't fix it.

So Mac sitting on the floor with you and letting you cry about how your trials and tribulations just to stick up a picture caught you off guard.

Yes, Mac was a good boyfriend and he wouldn't hurt you or anything because you'd done a small thing wrong, but he would just stay silent and just get on with it, not talking about it until he was close to a breakdown.

And to be fair, both of you did that. The only time you would kind of openly cry in front of each was either when you were on your period or you were both sat watching a sad movie.

After a few minutes, your tears died down and Mac released you slightly as he helped you wipe your eyes.

"Okay, so... What happened?" He asked as you looked down at the hardwood floors you two were sitting on.

"I tried sticking up the picture of us in Greece - the post engagement one - and, and then the doorbell rang and I had the hammer in my hand and..." You trail off, feeling yourself start to get worked up a bit and you looked up at Mac.

By the look on his face, it looked like he'd figured out the rest. You'd been a bit of a klutz your whole relationship, so given the context of why you were trying to do DIY in the first place, Mac worked out the rest.

"Alright, y'know what we're going to do?" Mac said, moving to stand up from his current sitting position on the floor and outstretching his hand to help you get up as well.

"What?" You ask, taking Mac's hand and getting up, a quick thud-thud as you gained your footing again on the hardwood flooring.

"We, are going to fix this wall. Well, I am - but you're going to sit and watch, and we're going to set up your phone to record it, so we don't have a situation like this again, alright?" Mac says, walking away, and with your hand still in his, you dragged along with him.

When he finally stops, you've both reached the inside door to the garage and Mac quickly drops your hand as he goes in, quickly propping open the door as he grabs some random items including a few scraps of drywall, a bucket of something and a paintbrush.

When Mac walks out of the garage, you take the scraps of drywall from him as well as the paintbrush as he closes the garage door while you walk back towards your shit attempt at DIY.

Once you get back to the hole in the wall, Mac places the bucket down before moving a chair and pinching your phone out of your pocket, setting it down on the chair and hitting record.

"Okay, now we're going to get on with fixing this wall." Mac says and you both plonk yourselves down onto the hardwood floors.

Over the next half hour (as your phone recorded you both) you and Mac sat and fixed the wall, from sanding out the old repair that you had tried to do, to adding the old piece of drywall, to finally using the paste to make sure the scrap piece would stay where it was.

As Mac helped you flatten and smooth the last bit of paste into place, you turned and smiled at him, happy you'd finally fixed the wall after such a disastrous attempt earlier.

"How long do we have to wait now until the paste dries so we can paint it?" You question Mac, your artistic nerves twitching at the thought of painting something.

"At least twenty-four hours. The paint is only out because I need to do a couple of touch-ups around where I fixed the last hole in the wall." Mac replies, his eyebrows raised as you nod in understanding.

Getting up from where you were sat, you go and switch the recording off and check your notifications before feeling two strong arms wrap around you.

Smiling, you turn around to see Mac with a soft smile on his face, the paint brush and can abandoned on the floor close to you both.

"So, you feeling better now that the wall's fixed?" Mac asks while you stick your phone in the back pocket of the jeans you had on.

"Just a tad, yeah." You say, a smirk beginning to form on your face. "I would feel better if I had a loving boyfriend who would kiss me and dine and wine me tonight though."

Laughing, Mac kisses you before replying, "Alright. I'll take you out, but that means, we both need to shower and get ready, and that means you'll take forever picking an outfit, meaning we need to start getting ready now."

Just before letting you go, Mac kisses you once more after his reply as you both start to wander towards your bedroom to get ready, with you laughing into the kiss at the accuracy of the comment.

Breaking apart and walking beside each other before you split ways to get ready, you say one last thing to Mac before getting in the shower.

"Thank you for the help, I love you." You say, wandering over and placing a kiss on Mac's cheek before starting to wander away.

Grabbing your wrist and dragging you back, Mac places a quick kiss to your parting and lets you go, giving a final reply. "I love you too y/n/n, it was no problem."

a/n: I started writing this, in like, early november and I'm surprised this is out before new years.

Read this to find out who else I write for, and requests are open!

[paperclips37]

A new idea for a story...

Riley realises that Aubrey was not a good idea waaaay sooner and ends up living with our boy before season 4.

I like this.

[caribbean1989]

MacGyver (2016) - writing masterlist

Here you can find all fanfics I have written for MacGyver (2016). The full list can be found under the break.

OVERLOAD

Characters: Angus MacGyver, Jack Dalton Genre: hurt/comfort, angst Summary: 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.

Mac has a panic attack.

Read on: AO3 | FF.net | Tumblr

[dazedbelladonna]

The new chapter of Gods and Serpents is out and I decided to make a lil moodboard for it🐍

[scaryfangirl2001]

Air Mattresss (fanfic, 616 WC)

@flufftober

Murdoc's eyes scan the room, his gaze lingering on the various contraptions and gadgets that litter the shelves. He is fascinated by McGyver's ability to create something out of nothing, and this room is a testament to that ingenuity. A small, intricately carved wooden box catches his eye, and he picks it up, examining it with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. As he turns the box over in his hands, he notices a small, almost imperceptible seam on the wall. His eyes narrow, and he sets the box down, his attention focused on the wall.

He runs his fingers over the surface, feeling for any hidden catches or mechanisms. A small click, and a section of the wall slides open, revealing a narrow entrance to a hidden room. Murdoc's eyes light up with excitement as he steps into the room. The air is stale, and the scent of old books and dust fills his nostrils. He coughs, his eyes adjusting to the dim light. The room is small, with a single candle flickering on a small table.

His mind is already racing, wondering what other secrets this room might hold. He sits up, his eyes scanning the shelves, taking in the assortment of strange objects on display. A small, leather-bound book catches his eye, and he picks it up, blowing off the dust. As he opens the book, a piece of paper slips out, carrying a cryptic message scrawled in McGyver's familiar handwriting...

Yet, Murdoc's gaze falls on the blue air mattress, which lies on the floor, surrounded by scattered pillows. He feels a sudden sense of calm wash over him. He lies down, feeling the softness of the mattress envelop him. His mind continues to race with thoughts of his Boy Scout's secrets and the mysterious room. But exhaustion soon takes over, and he falls into a deep sleep, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

Hours pass, and the room remains quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the house's ventilation system. Then, the sound of footsteps echoes outside, growing louder as McGyver approaches the hidden room. He pushes the seam open, his eyes scanning the room with a practiced air of caution. At first, everything seems normal. The room is tidy, the air mattress undisturbed. But then, his gaze falls on the seam, and he notices it isn't quite shut. A small sliver of light from the main room spills into the panic room, illuminating the space. McGyver's eyes narrow, his hand instinctively reaching for the makeshift blowdart he keeps hidden in his pocket.

He enters the room, his eyes adjusting to the dim light. That's when he sees Murdoc, lying on the air mattress, fast asleep. McGyver's expression softens, and he lets out a low chuckle. He moves closer, his eyes taking in the sight of the assassin, so vulnerable in sleep. As he reaches out to gently move a strand of hair out of Murdoc's face, the assassin's eyes snap open. In an instant, Murdoc has McGyver pinned to the mattress, his arms wrapped around him in a tight hold. McGyver's eyes meet Murdoc's, and for a moment, they just stare at each other.

Then, McGyver's face breaks into a warm smile, and Murdoc's grip relaxes. He pulls McGyver into a tight hug, holding him close. "You're a hard man to understand, Angus," Murdoc whispers in a husky voice.

McGyver's smile grows wider, and he wraps his arms around Murdoc, holding him close. "You're a hard man to break, Dennis," he replies in a voice barely above a whisper.

As they hold each other, the tension in the room dissipates, replaced by a sense of warmth and comfort.

[rosieblogstuff]

WIP Wednesday

“How about we worry about getting you patched up, first, buddy? Jack said. “Then maybe you can take a crack at ‘im after you’re able to hold yourself upright without support, huh? Your brain’s probably still all filled up with extra electricity and not thinking all right.”

“You can’t–” Mac paused as a tingling shiver ran through him. “You can’t get filled up with extra electricity. That's not a thing."

“Yeah, you sure about that? ‘Cause I know how it felt like when I played with electricity back in Shanghai and I don’t think I had nearly as much for as long.” Jack switched his firm gaze to Thronton as if determining his audience wasn’t receptive enough. “He needs a medic lookin’ at him asap, Patti.”

“I’m fine,” Mac tried, but his assertion was probably weakened by the involuntary shudder that shook through him. Thornton gave him an unamused look and waved over the tac team medic. Mac let out a huff. “I’m not the one who literally died,” he muttered. 

[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.

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Lost Cause + Voicemail, Part 2/2

If she stops, if she slows down at all, Mac dies. He might even be dead already.

No. No, she stops that thought right there.

Riley will not bury anyone else. Not today.

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Dying laughter

Macgyver 2016 ✨ Jack Dalton x Angus Macgyver ✨ mature, 18+ ✨ wc: 1.2k ish

Tags: vampires au, main character death (kinda? Technically not, but sssh), vampire hunter, blood, lying, angst no happy ending. Open ended. Lmk if more needs to be tagged. Listen I’m just freestyling what vampires are, let me have this silly lil one shot.

MDNI. Not here, not with my blog. I’ll block you. MDNI.

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When Murdoc had said the words out loud, he had apparently been able to read the confusion on Jack’s face; his grin growing even wider than before, one of his usual manic laughs overtaking him. He had been laughing delightfully at others’ misery as usual.

“Oh - oh, you don’t know?” He had asked, “oh Angus, you haven’t told him? You didn’t tell him?”

It had been a mixture of taunting and delight, laughter following as Murdoc seemingly lived out one of his dreams - much to Jack's confusion. Even worse, Mac had looked pale, afraid… ashamed.

Jack hadn’t been able to speak then, unable to let questions and demands of answers drip from his tongue. Confusion, betrayal, distrust overwhelmed his veins as Murdoc enjoyed his moment, the young man with the dirty blonde hair quiet.

Now, as Jack stood over him, the gun in his hand, everything he could remember was told by his father; it was a matter of duty, to everyone else - to the human race.

Jack had taken so many lives in the years he had lived. Grown up with his father’s honor to continue and defend; made a name for himself, as a soldier, a hunter, an agent. He had blood that would stain his hands, no, stain his life, until he stepped into the afterlife.

If he hadn’t done as expected, as instructed, as he should - what would have happened then?

No, though blood stained him, human, vampire, demon blood alike, it was still his duty.

His father wouldn’t even have hesitated. He would have shot the man beneath him with the silver bullets in his gun. It was currently aimed, safety off; it was merely a question of pulling the trigger, helping the human race.

It was what he had been taught to do, ever since being a child. The moment he could hold a gun, his father had made sure he knew how to shoot it. How to hit, how to kill those that weren’t human beings, merely imitating. In order to stop them from taking over.

“Jack,” Mac whispered, voice shaking, “please don’t.”

Jack had to do it. He had to, not only for everyone else but for himself. To reclaim his honor, to prove he wasn’t blind.

Murdoc’s laughter was wet, coughs in between them now and again. He was on the floor, a couple of steps from them, blood seeping from the gunshots that Jack had blessed his body with.

“Tell me it’s not true, Mac,” Jack’s voice was shaking slightly, “tell me it’s not true.”

Mac was beneath him, still in the chair that Murdoc had chained him to, which was now tipped back over, looking up at Jack with those big blue eyes. Just as beautiful as the day Jack met him.

“Jack,” he answered, voice still nothing but a whisper, “please don’t do this.”

“Tell me you’re not one of them!” His voice was bordering on yelling now, his tone demanding. Desperate to be sure that no, it was all a lie; that Murdoc had lied, that the one who Jack had been in love with for the last 6 years of his life, wasn’t a vampire.

As if the teeth which Murdoc had forced him to unsheath shouldn’t have been proof. They were filed down, no more dangerous than Jack’s own, but Mac shouldn’t have retractable teeth. Sharp or not.

It was like his mind was a wild ocean, during a storm; ruining every memory on its way, breaking every ounce of trust that Jack had laid in his friend. Falling in love with Angus Macgyver had been such a simple feat. It had been like a seed, planted inside him, growing with the years, slowly, oh so slowly getting ready to bloom. All those times Mac had stepped back, that he had shied away and declined him - had it been because of this? Was the love not a flower, but a mere weed?

Was he not human?

Murdoc laughed again, bleeding out, yet having the time of his life. Mac’s nostrils barely moved, as if to attempt to block out the scent.

“A carrier!” Murdoc screamed in absolute delight, “you’ve fallen in love with a carrier!”

A carrier.

Nothing was like Jack had been told it was his entire life. Vampires weren’t supposed to be like this, weren't supposed to be like Mac - they… weren’t supposed to be human. Yet here Mac was, beneath him, just like he had been the last many years. Human-like.

Perfect.

“Mac,” his own voice was shaking more than before and he hated how he felt tears form in his eyes, “tell me it’s not true. Tell me.”

Mac was silent beneath him. Staring up at him with a sad, pleading expression- unable to lie.

Jack had to kill him. His father would be ashamed if he didn’t, it was his duty as a hunter. Killing a carrier, would mean that a vampire - a monster - that Mac - that… he wouldn’t be able to carry a full blood vampire child. Making sure the vampire kind would survive, even if they had no humans around to drink from.

He had to.

“TELL ME!”

Murdoc laughter was weaker now. More wet.

There were tears collecting in those pretty eyelashes of his. He looked up at Jack, so vulnerable, no anger from being found out. Merely sadness - but from what? From being found out? From knowing he had to die now? From being forced to tell the truth? Did Mac even fear death? Did he fear the truth more than the afterlife?

He wanted Mac to tell him it wasn’t real - that it was another lie of Murdoc, that it was a ploy. To make them unsure, to separate and kill them. But Murdoc was bleeding out, laughing as he went.

“It’s true.” Mac’s bottom lip shook after the whisper and tears rolled down into his hair that was splayed around his head on the floor, like a blonde halo. As if he was an angel, an immortal being created by god. Not this.

Jack’s hand was shaking.

“I’m sorry, Jack,” he continued, “I wanted to tell you.”

Another, small, dying laughter from Murdoc.

“Why didn’t you?” He found himself asking something he wasn’t sure he wanted to know. He wanted to scream at Mac that it wasn’t fair, that he had loved him for so many years - that he wasn’t supposed to be here, beneath him, admitting to be a vampire. Then Jack could have shot him earlier, before he became enthralled with him. With his personality, his mind, his hands, his eyes - with how he would know everything yet be so clueless about others.

Why hadn’t Mac told him, so that Jack wouldn’t be here, the declaration of love dying in his mind, watching the man beneath him?

“Every time I wanted to,” Mac was still shaking a little, “I felt greedy, egotistical- I … I wanted you to love me, just a little more.”

He wasn’t human, Jack tried to remind himself, he was never human. He steadied his hand with the gun a little. He wasn’t human, merely taking the shell of one. Vile creatures, he was always told, unable to love or care about anyone.

“I just wanted another minute with you,” Mac continued, “just to love you another minute - wanted to hear your laughter one more time.”

Not shooting Mac would make him weak, it would be against everything he had grown up with. It would be against the laws of the hunters, against what the government wanted - it would be against everything that he did for human beings.

He was not human. Even if being together with Mac had been the only thing getting Jack through life for years. Even if Mac sometimes felt more human than Jack himself did.

“You’re not human.” He wasn’t sure if he said it to Mac or to himself.

Did it even matter?

His grip on the gun tightened.

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Hiii, it's my first time making a request for a MacGyver x fem reader ff. I hope you'll see it. Well, the plot is about the reader, and she's a new agent and also a newbie to Mac's team, who had a huge crush on Mac since the day she saw him. She's afraid to confess, esp whenever she saw him around Riley/ Desi that makes her jealous and got aloof from the team. You can create the ending on your way, hehe, thank you!!!!!

Left Out

Pairing: Angus Macgyver x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, confrontation, minor language, misunderstanding, super cheesy, reader has nickname

Summary: New to the Phoenix team you can’t help but feel left out when it comes to their close relationships. It doesn’t help with your newfound attraction to Mac. Luckily he notices you more than you think.

word count: 1.3k

Masterlist

You had been over the moon when you had got the call to join the Phoenix. It had been your dream to be apart of such an undercover special ops team. You’re unusual skill set going to waste at your awful CIA desk job. It was the happiest you had ever been to pack up and leave a job. Things only got better when you were introduced to the team. Not only were they one of the most interesting groups you had ever seen, but one of them had caught your eye. You were against work crushes, truly you felt it did no good, but Angus Macgyver was one of the most attractive men you had ever met.

Yet naturally he was closer to the other females on the team. It shouldn’t have discouraged you, this was a job, but it was truly hard to see how intimate he was with Desi or even Riley on most days. A part of you craved that from him and a whole other part of you craved that kind of affection at all. You hadn’t seen a team so close before and now you felt like an intruder. An outcast in the one place you truly hoped to belong. So you distanced yourself, treated it as only work, before you got hurt or worse fired for being unprofessional.

Mac had noticed how you pulled back, unlike anyone else. They continued to go about their days in stride but Mac could see it. How your eyes didn’t fully light up anymore when you entered the room. He had wanted to get to know you, was desperate to know you. You were one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen, something pulling in his chest that he hadn’t felt since, well Nikki. Maybe he shouldn’t have trusted his instincts on this but you were different. You were like him. He had never had someone he could so easily bounce ideas off of or speak his language in the field.

“Hey Ace, can we talk?” Mac uses your field name, stopping you on your way out of the War room. Everyone sending you suspicious eyes as they filter out themselves. Even Matty steps out the frosted doors leaving you alone with the handsome blonde boy.

“What’s up Mac?” you try to act nonchalant, not like a nervous school girl. This was what you had wanted right, attention directed your way?

“I just wanted to ask how things have been going, do you feel comfortable here?” it’s unnatural the way it comes out of his mouth, something Matty herself should’ve been asking you. Yet he sits in one of the chairs anyway, hand digging into the bowl of paperclips as he frees one to fiddle with.

“It’s been fine, it’s just work” you tell him, sitting along the arm of the chair that opposes his. Mac notices how you’re not even comfortable enough to sit comfortably across from him.

“You and I both know this team isn’t just work, it’s a family” and you stiffen at his words. You did know that, and you had felt thrust upon them when they didn’t need another member.

“I don’t know what you want from me Mac. I’m doing my job, we work well together” you counter and he squeezes his eyes shut, wishing you could see it meant so much more to him how well you did work together. He had once thought himself to be the smartest in the room, that is until he met you. You could get them out of any situation you’ve ever been in, more than he ever could.

“I don’t want to just work with you Ace” he says after opening his eyes, baby blues looking desperately into your own. His genuine words making your freeze, heart thrumming in your chest.

“I don’t get what you mean?” you say with the shake of your head, trying hard to not be hopeful or nervous. You fit in well here work wise, you had completed more missions successfully then you ever had in your life. If your distance from the team or discouragement towards their bond were to screw you in the end you were sure you’d never recover.

“I like you Ace. Not only are you attractive and kind but you’re wicked smart. Like smarter than me. I’ve never met anyone who could give me a run for my money and it kills me that you don’t want to get closer to me” he says desperately, eyes ablaze and chest rising and falling with his confession. Your throat dries, not ever expecting your attraction to be returned.

“I don’t get close because you guys have a good thing going here. It feels forced trying to thrust myself into the dynamic you have with everyone. They’re your best friends and I’m just some girl who you got stuck with” you finally admit and the realization hits Mac all at once. The reasoning for your distance and why you denied everything they invited you too.

“You’re not just some girl we got stuck with. Everytime we hang out Bozer goes on and on about how you’re way cooler than me, that they should just trade us out. Riley hints at me twice a week to ask you on a date, she thinks I’m a fool that I haven’t yet. Desi and Matty praise everything you do, how proud they are and how good our team has become. All we want is for you to start coming around” he’s standing now, words coming out quicker as he defends himself and his friends. Wanting you to understand how true all of this was.

“I-I hadn’t realized. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to drift away” your lip quivers, realizing your own self destruction had pulled you away from a good thing you had going. You wanted to curse yourself and everyone else for not making you realize sooner.

“It’s okay Ace, we just want you” he says as he steps closer, but his words and the look in his eyes convey how much he wants you. If Mac had it his way he wouldn’t share you with anyone else.

“What if I screwed it all up?” you ask and he gives a pressed smile, hand holding out for you to grab. You reluctantly place your hand in his own, allowing him to lift you to your feet and face him.

“If you had screwed it up I wouldn’t be standing here asking you to go on a date with me” he says, voice a low hum due to your close proximity. Your heart races in your chest, face turning red and hand sweaty in his own.

“I thought you liked Desi, or maybe even Riley?” you say, eyes wide as you wait for an answer that could crush you. Mac chuckles, shaking his head lightly.

“No, they’re just my friends. Some of my best friends” he tells you and the ease washes over you like a wave. The hope returning to your heart.

“I’d love to go out with you Mac. I’ve been wanting to since I first got here” and your admission to reciprocated feelings illicit’s a tight hug from his end. His strong arms wrapped tightly around you and shocking you to your core.

“Would it be too much to ask if you’d come over tonight? Everyone will be there and we’d love to have you” he asks, pulling away just enough to look into your eyes but not let you go.

“Yeah, I would like that a lot” you say and his grin turns into a swift kiss to your cheek. Arms squeezing you into his form.

“I’ll text you the details, I can’t wait to see you tonight” he says as he finally lets you go, his grin wider then you had ever seen it. Slowly he loosens his hand from your own, and you feel the metal in your palm.

“I’ll be there” You tell him as he leaves just before glancing at the paperclip bent into a flower in your hands.

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Mac twisted his head, squinting through the wafting smoke and dust to see the hole they’d managed to open up in the wall. It was about the side of his fist, and surrounded by a fair amount of stray pockmarking which was likely from Bruce’s unsteady aim.

“Good!” Mac yelled back. His own voice sounded tinny and distant even to himself. “The pipe bomb is ready.”

“My ears are ringing, sorry, the what?” Russ hollered.

“Hold fire!” Mac ordered, ignoring Russ. He waited until both sniper rifles were aimed nowhere near the far wall before sprinting over and lodging the former chair-leg, now explosive, into the hole in the wall.

He rounded back over to Russ, gesturing for Bruce to back up further. “I’m hoping you saved a round.” He yelled, almost right into Russ’s ear.

Russ replied in a quiet, disbelieving, tone. It sounded something like ‘you are fucking insane,’ but then he smoothly lifted up his rifle again and lined up his aim towards the explosive.

Mac twisted away, wrapping his arms around his head — too little too late for his ears? — and Bruce wrapped himself over his daughter.

Russ shot. The pipe bomb went off. Chunks of concrete left a stinging sensation where they pelted against Mac.

Russ let out an excited whoop, grabbing Mac’s shoulder enthusiastically and shaking him slightly.

A hole more than wide enough for them all to squeeze through had been blown out of the wall, leading into the desert night.

“Fucking genius!” Russ grinned disbelievingly wide, hanging his arm over Mac’s shoulder with just a little too much familiarity. Bruce reached the hole first, lifting his daughter easily out through it.

“Still the worst rescue you’ve ever been a part of?” Mac couldn’t help but jab at Russ.

“Oh yes.” Russ’s smile didn’t fade in the slightest, but his tone was a hundred percent serious. “Most certainly.”

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excerpt and a sketch from Reichenbach, a fic I’m writing