#angus macgyver whump

[ash5monster01]

Hello! how are you?

I would like to ask Macgyver something, I imagine something, where maybe Mac and the reader have been captured and Mac does one of his ideas to escape and maybe the reader ends up getting hurt and he again does something to save the reader's life? I imagine him supporting her or carrying her if necessary...

Something extremely cute, thank you very much! I love your writing!!

Rescue Me

Pairing: Angus Macgyver x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, whump, mentions of blood, use of weapons, hurt reader, no use of y/n

Summary: When a mission goes wrong you and Mac find yourselves trapped. When he realizes you’re hurt he needs to come up with a plan to save you both.

word count: 1.2k

Masterlist

The only light in the room is coming from a flickering bulb hung overhead. Flashing sight into the dark and dusty walls surrounding him. Mac isn’t sure what happened, eyes still blurry as he tries to come too. From what he can tell he’s tied to wherever he’s sitting. His head is pounding and his ribs are sore. Whatever had happened had done him in good. That’s when it hits him. The mission, how he had followed you into the mansion, how out of no where a stun grenade went off, and before he could fight back they had knocked him out.

That explained the headache and the more than likely bruised ribs. Yet when his eyes fully blink open he’s actively aware of the fact that he had been with you. It’s as if he’s awake in an instant, head swinging until it lands on you beside him. You’re laid in a heap, tied to a chair, hair stuck to the blood on your forehead. That’s when he sees most of your shirt is seeped through with blood too. Panic rises like bile in his throat and all he can think is how he failed to protect you.

“Hey baby, wake up” he says as calm as he can, scooting in his seat to try and get closer to you. When his foot knocks against the leg of your chair, you snap awake, scanning the room just as he did in a panic.

“Shit Mac, where are we?” you ask once your eyes land on him, arms immediately fighting the restraints. He adores how you ignore how hurt you are, instantly jumping into action to help you both.

“I don’t know, what I do know is we need to get you out of here. You’ve had to of lost so much blood” that’s when you freeze, the realization and the pain seeping in as you look down at your form. It’s then you remember watching them knock out Mac, how you had jumped to save him, and they had a knife and unforgiving nature. It’s then you hiss, the reminder of the deep wound that somehow missed your organs.

“Shit, you’re right” you seethe, squeezing your hands to ignore the pain that now sears through you. Mac’s eyes dart across your form with worry, it’s then he springs into action, eyes darting around the room for anything to set him free.

You watch as he shuffles towards a table, scooting the chair as quickly and quietly as he can. When he reaches it he sways himself forward and on his feet. It’s then the nausea hits you, a clear sign of blood loss as he uses one of the tools to set him free. Fighting to keep your eyes open he rushes over to you and unties your harnesses as well. The relief of being free isn't enough to calm you when you realize those very harnesses had been holding you upright. Your body collapses instantly, Mac catching you as you land against him.

"You're more hurt than I originally thought" he says, head swiveling around the room as he scans it again, trying to come up with any ideas that could possibly save you. When he comes up short he eases you gently back against the chair before going to the only door in the room. Much to both your surprise the knob turns when he attempts to open it.

“Listen, I’m gonna try and figure out where we are. You stay right here and I’ll be back” he tells you and you don’t have enough energy to respond as he slinks out the door in search of the safest way to escape.

It’s hard to stay awake while he’s gone. Catching your head nearly every time you nod off. You’re startled awake when you feel Mac lifting you in his arms. He’s saying something but it’s not registering as he lifts you with ease. Carrying you bridal style towards the door. You whine every time a muscle strains and the brief look you get of his face shows how much this pains him too. You reach out to comfort him but you fall short, unconsciousness taking over.

When you come to again you’re instead surrounded by the light blue walls of a hospital room. You squint under the bright overhanging lights and despite the lingering pain you feel so much better than you did the last time you were awake. You would’ve sworn it was a dream had you not woken up here. It’s relief knowing you’re safe but panic all over again when you realize you don’t know how you got out or what could’ve happened to Mac. It makes you feel shameful, like you had failed him somehow.

“Mac? Mac?!” your panicked voice arises, eyes trying to focus on your surroundings. A shuffling beside you and a hand falling in your own eases your heart only slightly.

“I’m right here baby, you’re okay” blinking your eyes you find an unharmed blonde boy by your side. Tears spring to your eyes as you reach out for him.

“Oh God what happened?” you cry and he looks at you with teary eyes to match, leaning forward to press his forehead against your own.

“We were captured, I got us out” he tells you and you don’t need to ask to know he had pulled off something only Mac was capable of.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t help you” you tell him, hands holding either side of his face, his grip locked on your wrists.

“No, no, it’s okay. We got out and you’re okay now. It wasn’t your fault” he tells you and your lip quivers but you pull him in for a kiss anyway. He’s perfectly happy to do so, kissing you to convey just how much he loved you and how sorry he was.

“Is the rest of the team okay?” you ask when he lets go and he smiles, nodding against you before scooting into the open spot beside you. You move as much as you can for him to curl up into your side.

“Everyone’s fine, they’re happy you’re alive. Said we should probably wait a bit before we get captured again” and you snort out a laugh that instantly turns into a wince from the soreness of your wounds. Mac looks you over with worry but you calm him with your touch, holding him still.

“I’m perfectly content not being a hostage for a while” you tell him and he gives a pressed smile before kissing your forehead. You hold him, happy to have made it out of something like this for the hundredth time, with him by your side.

“I say the minute you get better we take a break” Mac says and you nod against him, humming in delight as you think of a tropical island. You and Mac curled up on a sandy beach, soaking in the rays, and kissing each other dizzy. Now that was something you could get used to.

“I’ll put in a PTO request as soon as I can” this has Mac laughing against you, holding you as tight as he can without hurting you further. Glad you hadn’t been awake through what he had went through. Happy to just be here with you right now. Whether you were on an island vacation in a month or risking your lives on another mission. No matter what he was there to protect you.

“That’s my girl”

[dinosaurswant2rule]

A second entry for @macgyvercairo, look at me go :D

This is a possible bit in a story for @lailuhhh , although this could be seen a disturbing one shot/start new to a story as well

James MacGyver stood in a corner of the room. He was in a hazmat suit, Jack Dalton stood next to him covered in a similar outfit, blue and black with a see-through section for his face. They were a bizarre duo, the room itself was an odd place as well, it was white with strips of colour at the top of the walls. 

[anguishmacgyver]

[letthewhumpbegin]

MacGyver (2016), s2e4

[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

[nade2308]

@whumpgifathon | Day 17: Comfort

Hugging | Blankets | Gentle Touch

"BBC Sherlock", season 1, episode 1 "A Study in Pink", Sherlock Holmes

"CSI Miami", season 9, episode 10 "Match Made in Hell", Ryan Wolfe

"MacGyver (2016), season 4, episode 1 "Fire + Ashes + Legacy = Phoenix", Angus MacGyver

"Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2003", season 1, episode 19 "Tales of Leo", Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello and Michelangelo .

@thethistlegirl

[hoss-acm]

MacGyver sits on the couch with his leg hurting from him injuring it earlier that day.

Bozer: “Are you not going to bed?”

Mac: “No I think I’m just going to stay here. I don’t think I can walk.”

Bozer: “You what? Wait it’s that bad?”

Mac: *sighs looking down at the leg* “It hurts.”

Bozer: “Okay, that’s fine. Ill go get my blanket.”

Mac: “Wait, Boze you don’t have-“

Bozer walks out of the conversation to go grab his blanket from his room before he sets him a spot on another couch to sleep with one eye on Mac all night, making sure he doesn’t need anything.

[rosieblogstuff]

WIP Wednesday

Have some WIP, pals!

Matty isn’t alone when she arrives in Mac’s room. Cage follows her like a stretched-out shadow, slips into the room and stands at the corner of the bed while Matty moves to the left side, where she’s not looking over Mac’s feet to see his face. “How are you doing?” she asks as an opening salvo, as if she’s just here for a social visit.

Mac grits his teeth as he shoves himself more upright, so he’s sitting under his own power and not leaning against the pillows on the tilted head of the Phoenix Med hospital bed. “I want to go home.”

“Do you?” Matty asks in a tone that implies great skepticism, and he was definitely not expecting her to fire back this quickly. He thought she’d try the sugar approach first. “Your home is still a crime scene, Mac, so you know that’s off the table.”

Mac swings his feet out of the bed. A pain like fire shoots up his right arm, splitting the buzzing numbness and he can’t keep himself from hissing. Matty’s eyes are like lasers, cataloging every move, every reaction, every microexpression that he can’t control well enough. Mac meets the challenge in her eyes. “Why? We already know who took me. We already know who took Jack. But Murdoc didn’t take him from my house, so there’s nothing we’re going to find there to help.”

Matty continues to give him a level look. “We can’t know that for sure. Would you risk losing a crucial piece of evidence that might point us in the right direction?”

Mac flinches, looking away, and his eyes land on Cage, still standing by the door, arms crossed. Cage keeps her poker face on, but he sees the way she’s watching him, like she’s looking for the cracks. As if it’s not obvious. Phoenix has run down all its best leads while Mac was stuck in medical. Jack is still missing.

[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.

[paperxcrowns]

i really wanted to have my macgyver fic posted tonight but it's currently midnight and im traveling tomorrow so it's definitely not happening which MEANS. i get to share a snippet of it here for you guys :]

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Mac purposefully avoids looking at his reflection, quickly turning his back to the small mirror hanging over the sink as he changes into the new clothes. He stumbles and almost falls over several times, unsteady on his feet and still working through the dizziness. He’s out of breath by the time he’s done, leaning heavily against the bathroom wall.

He stares at his hands again, covered in small cuts and dried mud. Mud from the grave he just crawled out of.

His breathing stutters in his chest. Mac pushes off the wall.

Still ignoring his reflection, he turns on the tap. He winces when he shoves his hands under the icy spray, uncaring about the temperature.

He doesn’t care. He just needs to get it off. He grabs a towel and starts scrubbing harshly. The water slowly becomes lukewarm, more bearable for his reddened fingers.

Mac pays it no mind. He stares at the brown water swirling in the drain.

He scrubs and scrubs and scrubs until his skin is pink, until the cuts caked in mud and grime are clean and bleeding again. The water turns from brown to pinkish. Mac’s hands are shaking again. The tremors run up his arms and he blinks through the tears blurring his vision.

It’s not enough.

Mac scrubs trying to get rid of the damned mud.

A sob catches in his throat when it just won’t come free.

It’s under his shredded fingernails. It hurts to scrub at them, but Mac doesn’t care about that.

The mud clings to him. To his clothes, to his skin, to his hair. Everywhere. It won’t come out. Mac can’t get it out.

His chest hitches. The tears burn hot in his eyes and a few escape when he blinks.

The skin of his hands is irritated and raw from so long under the water. The waterlogged towel is stained with blood and mud. Mac drops it like it burned him.

He finally looks up and meets his eyes in his reflection. He barely recognizes the face in front of him.

His face is pale and streaked with flaking dirt. His hair is tangled and nearly black with dried mud, the bright bathroom light glinting off the few blond strands that peek through. The eyes that stare back are blown wide, pupils dilated. They’re rimmed with red and shadowed purple, making them look slightly sunken and giving Mac a haunted appearance.

[dinosaurswant2rule]

@rosieblogstuff

You remember those roses you asked me for? Well here is the rest!

@csinickstokes

@panchostokes

This is more about Mac suffering because of Jack's fate, but I thought you might enjoy it. After all it's my take on the 'Grave Danger' episode :D The story continues ever on!

[anguishmacgyver]

[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.

[batnsonswrites]

For the drabbles: "You're burning up."

HO HO!!! Let’s seeee, how about good ol’ Mac and Jack. Definitely not a Drabble because I can’t write only 100 words to save my life. I think this is nearly 300 words lolll

“I’m fine, Jack, it’s nothing,” Mac lies, turning away from the doorway and hoping Jack hasn’t noticed the flush in his cheeks or the feverish look in his eyes. But he’s got no such luck. Jack is through the doorway and stepping in front of Mac in seconds.

“I know you’re lyin’ to me, Mac, would you just look at me for a sec?” Jack says firmly, an almost pleading tone to his voice, and Mac sighs. He looks up at Jack slowly, and he sees the way Jack’s brow furrows in a mix of concern and anger. “Mac… you look like shit, kid. You really expect me to let you go to work like this?” Jack says, raising one eyebrow and waving a hand at all of Mac to prove a point. But Mac is stubborn, and he hates the idea of Jack having driven all the way here to pick him up for work for nothing, so he sets his shoulders and looks away.

“I’m fine, Jack. Just a cold,” he sniffles, trying not to let Jack know just how much his body is aching. And then Jack steps closer and before Mac can even react, he’s pressing the back of his hand to Mac’s forehead. Jack instantly pulls away with a hiss.

“You’re burning up!” He accuses, and Mac knows he’s lost. Jack shakes his head and grabs Mac by the shoulders, maneuvering him towards the living room and kicking the front door closed behind them. “That’s it, I’m calling Maddie, you’re on bed rest today and I’m taking care of you. No arguments!!”

And honestly, Mac couldn’t even complain if he wanted to, because the second he sinks onto the couch, he’s out like a light.

[sun-ni-day]

shimmer in diamonds

of his eyes

boy is so beautiful

when he cries