#macgyver 2016 fic

[ariwritessometimes]

Seam Ripper, Part 2

The fallout of grief.

Jack missed Mac by a matter of hours. That will haunt him forever.

[authorangelita]

2023 FanFic WrapUp

Thanks for the tag @loves-2-read ! I'm so glad you're here to be a part of the Mac community!

1.How many stories did you post?

I posted 17 stories, some chapters of the Rewatch Missing Scenes series, and 1 meta post about Mac's Army uniform.  There was a total of 32,563 words!

2. Which ones were your favorites?

That's tough because I liked all of them for different reasons, and it's hard to choose favorites.  Observations was a really interesting and difficult one to write, and I'm so proud of how it turned out.  It's the one from James' POV where Mac is shot and turns to Jack for comfort.  Fubar is one that I really like how it turned out.  I had the idea of Jack watching Mac bleeding out but not being able to get to him, and it took a little while to figure out what that situation would look like.

No Better Company than Family is also a favorite.  I don't write Bozer that much, but I felt like I really got into his head for this one.  Plus it was about the team rallying around Bozer in one of his most vulnerable moments (the anniversary of his brother's death), and I cannot get enough of that. 

3. Which one was the most satisfying to write?

I wrote a lot of outsider POV fics in 2023, and I think the most satisfying was Charlie Foxtrot.  I introduced a new OC (Viv) to be the main character, which can go a number of bad ways, but I felt like she really worked and had a great POV of Mac and Jack's relationship, especially when Mac was badly injured.

4. The most difficult?

Aside from Observations, Hangin' Tough was hard because Mac was hanging upside down in a parachute tangle.  I wanted it to be realistic, so I spent a lot of time picturing how Mac was hanging and then figuring out how best to describe it.  It was a mess in my brain, but I finally got it written out. 

5. Rec something that you're proud of.

Caretaker + Ginger Ale + Sleep was another difficult one to write because it's from Diane's POV, and we just didn't get enough time with her on-screen to build a full character in my head.  However, I love the Foster Mac verse, and I thought this story worked well with Diane struggling to take care of a sick Mac.

6. Wow us with whatever big thing you might want to work on next!

Oooh! I have so many WIPs - Let's see.  I have the sequel to Out is Through that must be completed this year; it's been a long time coming.  There's also another story in that verse that will take place before Out is Through, but I don't want to give anything away about it except that it will be about grief.

In the Foster Mac verse, I have a fic where Mac moves in with Jack, Diane, and Riley.  And, of course, gets up to shenanigans with Bozer and Riley.

The next fic that will be posted will probably be the one where Jack is in the war room listening over comms when Mac takes a bad fall.  I really wanted to explore the idea of Jack hearing something happening but not being there to actually stop it or help. 

I've lost track of who has played, so if you want to play, please consider this your tag to do so!

[mayfieldss]

Explanations - Angus Macgyver

Content Warnings: Angus Macgyver x Fem!Civilian!Reader, mentions of suicide (pet related, i don't really know how to explain this), brief mention of cancer.

Synopsis: Mac vanishes for months on a mission, and when he gets back he's got some explaining to do.

He'd been gone for months. You hadn't heard from him since early January, where the last conversation had been new years resolutions, and bullshit promises. Bullshit because despite the way he'd held your hand when he made them, Mac hadn't followed through. He'd just fallen off the face of the earth, leaving you to wonder if all the time you'd spent on him meant anything at all.

So when he walked through the door in late April, it seemed like some sort of prank.

"What the fuck?" It was the first thing you could say after the seven minutes of silence that had graced the room upon his arrival. Closely followed by, "get the fuck out."

Mac knew it was coming. He's a smart man, and there was no way in hell he thought you'd let him come back without a fight. In truth so much had gone down at the Phoenix—at his top secret government job—that he didn't know where to begin in the grand scheme of explaining things. Because he couldn't explain without putting the entire corporation at risk.

So what was he to say? That he was sorry? That he had needed time to find himself? You'd see right through that bullshit and kick the shit out of him for such a pathetic excuse. And he would let you, if it came down to it. But you didn't want him to explain, didn't give him the chance.

"Get the fuck, out!" You repeat, a little louder. You can't find it in yourself to scream at him yet. You're still in shock. But you have enough sense not to go crawling back.

Mac shifts on the balls of his feet, and then takes a step toward the door. Honestly, as much as he hates it, there's no way to fix this.

"Hold on, wait, what the fuck?" He stops at your words, and a glance your way shows confusion riddling your features. "Since when do you fucking listen to me?"

Mac has to scoff at that, because no matter how many times you told him to 'be careful', 'not come home late', 'to feed the cat', he'd never once listened. Not for lack of trying, but he was always so busy, called into work at the most unfortunate times, for missions that could not wait the five minutes for the cat.

Speaking of, where was the cat? Mac had no clue. So he asks you, the first words he's said since he wandered into your home, other than "Hey."

"Where's Steve?" His brows are furrowed as he scans the place, and the black cat is nowhere to be seen. He doesn't know why his concern has shifted to such a trivial thing, maybe he's just nervous. Maybe he's buying himself time.

"Really?" You've got your arms folded, a protective stance, but there's a hint of humor on your still unbelieving face. When you sense he's serious, you give him an answer.

"He's dead, Mac. Got hit by a car a month back."

Mac let's out a harsh breath, uncomfortable in the wake of the news. He'd known that cat for 3 years, only half as long as he'd known you.

"I think it was suicide," you utter, "he couldn't understand why you left, thought it better to end it once he thought you weren't coming back."

Mac doesn't laugh at that. He knows the comment was made to simplify a way of bringing up what he'd done. How he had left.

"I'm sorry." He says, as if that means anything. He left you alone with no explanation, with the promise of moving in that he never kept, and a dead cat a few months later that you most likely buried on your own.

"Don't apologize to me, apologize to Steve. God rest his soul." You don't know why you're joking right now, but maybe you're using Steve as a buffer. A wall to keep between Mac and you so you don't have to directly face how he made you feel. For now, it's how Steve feels—would have felt.

"Sorry, Steve." Mac mumbles, somewhat to the ceiling as if conversing with cat and kitten heaven.

As the seconds go by, your feelings only grow. The more you look at Mac, the more you see how much he has changed. His hair is longer than when you last saw him, and he's wearing clothes you know are new. His skin is tanned, as if he's spent all these months at the beach, out enjoying the sun. You realize the length of time you spent waiting and wondering, the more you observe the changes in him. And fucking hell that makes you mad.

Still using the cat as a buffer, you speak again. "You know, if Steve were here right now he would like to know where the fuck you went. And why the fuck you went there, mind you." You can feel yourself begin to shake, but ignore it.

Mac doesn't know how to respond, both because he's under legal obligation not to tell you anything, and because why the hell are you still talking about the cat?

"I was...working." Mac says finally, as if that makes any sense. "I had to do a job no one else could, so I left. I had to." It's entirely true, but sounds like a lie.

Mac can tell you don't believe him. "Get out." You say for the third time in fifteen minutes. You've decided you can't deal with this—that you won't.

This time, Mac doesn't make a move to leave. He's in it now, one foot in a half-assed explanation, and one foot out of it.

"I swear to god, I'm telling the truth." There's a hint of urgency when he keeps talking, because he knows any moment you could use physical force to get him off your property. "I can call my boss, they can tell you that I couldn't, for legal reasons, deny this job." He doesn't even sound like himself, and you don't trust him anymore.

"You work at a think tank, Mac. Unless you thought up a cure for cancer, I don't see why it would matter all that much."

It's on the tip of his tongue. The truth. 'I'm a secret agent that half the government doesn't even know exists. I was on a deep undercover case, one that saved thousands of lives, and I'm begging you to believe me because you are all I have outside of this job that is bound to kill me if I give it the chance.'

But as much as he's loyal to you, he's loyal to the Phoenix. Though the more he thinks about it, you might just outrank the foundation. Because his heart is clawing it's way across the room to you despite the minefield.

Instead of collapsing on his knees, he tries again with words. "The think tank, works with other people sometimes, important ones." He's sounding more and more like a criminal by the second. "They needed our help, to save some people from a lot of pain. And I helped them. I had to, even if it meant leaving you behind."

"I'm gonna needs names, Macgyver. Proof. I can't just believe this bullshit at the drop of a hat. Because that's what it sounds like, by the way, Bullshit."

You want to believe him though. You really, really do. So badly that you consider your life if you just let all this go. But of course you're not that person. You've never let anything go in your life.

Mac lists off names you know, Bozer, Riley, Jack but that doesn't make you believe him any more. "They can vouch for me, I swear it." He's got this look about him, a dog desperate to be fed.

"They're in on it, aren't they? Whatever you did?" You just can't bring yourself to believe him. "If you call Riley, she'll tell me the same shit you're spouting, sure. Bozer and Jack too, but not because it's true." You take a step toward him, a tentative one. "You know, I knew you were lying to me long before you left. But I loved you so much I let it slide."

You had to put it out there, perhaps a vulnerable push, a sharp knife thrust toward him. And lucky for you, it cuts deep. He pauses, briefly and you can tell there's thought in the silence. He wants to tell you everything he's not saying, because he loved you too. Still does.

"I don't work for a think tank." He says finally, head hung low with a shake of his head. He's disappointed in himself, you can see it. "But I can't tell you what I do."

You're grateful for the crumbs of truth he sprinkles, but you need more if you're to take him back. If you're to even consider letting him gather the stuff of his that you haven't already burned.

"Drugdealer." You say matter of fact. Mac looks up, stunned, and then his eyes go wide.

"I'm not a fucking drug dealer!"

"Sureeee, big guy. And I'm Dolly Parton."

"I'm not—why are you turning this into something you know it isn't?" There's a hint of anger within him, and you revel in the real emotions you're provoking.

"Something I know? That's the point! I don't know anything about you!"

"You do know me!"

"You're a drug dealer!" You push the point again to push him. It works.

"I'm not, fuck, I'm one of the good guys!" He runs a hand over his face hard, pulling down the skin in frustration. He can't believe he's doing this, and he knows he's going to slip up in a matter of minutes. That's just how it's always been with the two of you, and honestly Mac doesn't know how'd he'd ever been able to keep this secret at all.

"Okay so like, a medicinal drug dealer." You're still fuming, more angry than you've ever been, but there's a sadistic smile limping onto your lips. A sick dog of a grin, that's pushing Mac's buttons so you can have all the answers.

"Not a drug dealer," Mac repeats, wracking his brain for a way to explain his side of things. In the end he's losing the fight unless he gives the dog a bone. "I work for the government."

You nod, tongue pressing against your cheek. "Okay,"

Now that, is infuriating. Mac can feel his heart beat rise tenfold, feel his hands shake with the whiplash of it all. "Okay? That's all you've got now?"

"What do you do for the government?" You don't know if he'll answer this one, he probably can't, but you're determined to make him.

Mac tries to be vague, but he's in a hole he dug himself, and every time he opens his mouth he goes down deeper. He doesn't know exactly who's burying him though. You, or the united states.

"I um...do undercover operations." What the fuck is he doing? This is breaching his contract, everything he's worked so hard to keep under wraps.

"So, I've been dating a spy?" You don't entirely believe him yet, but there's an inkling of you, perhaps ten percent, that does. You don't know what you're friends would say about this if they knew, your family. Your therapist even. They'd probably tell you to run for the hills.

"Sort of." Mac mutters, and he's beating himself up with every word. The world is coming down around him, and it might be easier just to die.

"Okay, James Bond. Prove it." You're smile is gone. Replaced by the determination of earlier. Mac sees the shift in an instant, and there is no way he's getting out of this. You've got him on a leash still, after all the time you spent apart, and it's humiliating. Mac pulls his phone out of his pocket and dials Jack's number. He stands with lips pursed while it rings, feeling like the shit has been beaten out of him even though he hasn't yet been touched.

"What's up kid?" Jack's voice echos through the speaker, and you listen in intently.

"I told her." Mac says simply, no other way to word it coming to mind. Jack is silent on the other end, for a minute or so, which is longer than he's ever kept his mouth shut. Though Mac can bet it's actually hanging open right about now.

"You told who? Her as in your fucking girlfriend or her as in your mother?" His accent is thick the louder he talks.

"My mother is dead Jack, so who do you think?" It's a heavy sentence, and Mac sends a glance to you, that says 'why the hell are you this difficult?'

"You broke rule number one man! Matty is gonna have your ass for this. She's gonna tear you to shreds brother, you're so gone—"

"Jack," Mac cuts off his coworker, impatience lacing his tone. "I know. I'm done." Mac hates himself for this, he's anxious as it is, and Jack isn't helping. But you wanted proof, so here it is.

"How'd she get it out of you? You're a secret agent man, you're supposed to be indifferent to torture."

Mac raises an eyebrow at you. There it is. The proof. So help him if you still don't believe it.

"She got mad." What else is there to say. It's the truth of it, and he's already started being honest so why stop now?

"She got mad? Are you kidding me brother? Tell me you're lying."

"Her cat died." Mac adds, as if that makes any difference in the grand scheme of things. Jack is quiet again, but not for as long this time. A few seconds mostly, but the peace is appreciated.

"Mac," Jack's voice crackles over the phone as he exhales sharply. Jack wants to say he can't believe it, but he can. "Her cat dies, and all of a sudden you're breaking a thousand NDA's and pushing aside years worth of training?"

Now that it's said out loud, Mac can't help but cringe. It is pretty bad, all things considered, and it shouldn't have happened this way. At the very least Mac expected that if you found out if would have been due to some sort of hostage situation, or perhaps even Mac's own death. He didn't think it would come down to some half-assed accusations about substances and a cat.

"You still there?" Jack says once Mac doesn't respond for a little too long. Before Mac can say anything though, you're striding over to him, taking up his space sooner than expected.

"Hi, Jack." There's venom in your voice before you press the red button on Mac's phone, hanging up the call. You stand there in the silence with him, looking up at the same yet different man you used to know.

"Anything else i should know about?" There is something he can't decipher in your expression, and Mac is somewhat scared to find out what it means.

"No ma'am." It's not exactly true, he does have the past six years of 'work trips' to explain away to you, including the one that took away for so long, but something tells him those details aren't what you're asking for. At least not right now.

"Good." You say with a sort of finality to the word. You reach up then, with both hands and bring his head down toward you. Mac knows what's coming. The kiss he's waited nearly four months for. And it happens, unlike he thought it would, but there nonetheless. It's passionate, and messy, and his hands come down to touch you in an instant. The brief moment of contact is like long awaited storm after drought, and you both relish in every second, until you come to your senses. You pull back, head tilted to the side and lips plump from the kiss.

With a smile ever so sinister you pat his chest. "Now, get out." You kiss him on the cheek as a sort of punctuation—or punishment Mac isn't sure.

Then you walk away, back to the kitchen and all you had been doing before he'd stepped foot in your once shared place.

He deserves it, he knows that much, but for a moment there he really thought he had you back. He's forever been a puppet on your strings, and as he moves toward the door with an ever deepening frown, he knows he'll always be in love with you. You demonstrated why so effortlessly now. Mac will forever love something that seems impossible. You're a problem he's not sure he can solve anymore, because while he might have changed in his time away, so did you. He'll come back tomorrow to make another attempt, but for now he leaves the house, a grin of disbelief contorting his face.

reblogs and comments are very much appreciated!!

MACGYVER TAGLIST: @ash5monster01

GENERAL TAGLIST: @heliads @candywh0r3 @caplanreadss @hiya-itsamber @s00buwu

[swanluvrr]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾Scary, my god, you're divine.☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Edited Murdoc because he gives me butterflies ⋆.˚🦋༘⋆

[daltonsnightmare]

so @authorangelita's tags on this lovely post by @impossiblepluto inspired me. here's a full minute of Mac with a southern accent

[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"

Taglist: @mayfieldss

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[sourszt]

𝟕:𝟎𝟒 𝐚𝐦 | 𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — murdoc (2016) x fem!reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — nsfw, explicit, reader needs something, murdoc wants something in return, oral (fem!receiving) murdoc is an asshole, hair pulling, quickie (?), face fucking, panty stealing, murdoc uses readers panties, lowkey nose kink lol, clit sucking, tongue fucking, slight overstimulation

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 — NOT PROOFREAD! literally stayed up til 7am to finish this bc i refused to not finish it. i had this idea when i watched like the second episode he was in and i couldnt get it out. also i need more david dastmalchian esp jack delroy, murdoc, johnny, and james lewis moots pleasepleaseplease

you were pissed. that much was obvious when you stormed into the prison with a slim folder between your tense fingers and a scowl etched into your typically stoic features.

you had demanded the guards get him into the interrogation room before you got there and told them to keep away from the door for the next hour. though they weren’t allowed to do so, they refused to fall into your vicious crosshairs.

they did as they were told, and the second you swung open the door to the stuffy, metal room you were met with a smug grin and taunting stare.

neither of which wavered even when you slammed the manilla folder onto the table in front of him and used that same hand to backhand him right across his cheek. your fingers closed around the collar of his plain white shirt before he could fully process the strike and you forced his body back upright. his handcuffs rattled with the motion. the proximity should have scared him.

“you sold us out?” your voice bounced off of the walls like a gunshot had rung out. but murdoc didn’t flinch. instead, his smile steadily grew until he was laughing in your hands.

honestly, you should have expected this. the consequences of trusting a sociopathic assassin like him. known for lying about any and everything, completely indifferent about who he hurts and the amount of chaos he creates.

you made the stupid mistake of placing what should have been the satisfying wrap-up to a very important mission in his hands and ended up getting double crossed, and your coworker and good friend almost killed. in whatever time murdoc had between your meeting with him and what was supposed to be a surprise confrontation, he gave away every last detail to whoever knew of your connections with him.

luckily, the phoenix foundation had never known a loss thanks to macgyver. he narrowly managed to flip the score and gain the upper hand in a heavily disadvantaged fight, giving your team just enough room to make just a few arrests. the rest were able to escape.

but despite the half victory, you knew it wouldn’t happen every time. so you had to remind your little informant who he belonged to.

your hold tightened on his shirt, and finally his cuffed wrists rose as a meek defense. “oh, come on sweetheart. i’m flattered you thought so highly of me, but i’ve told you before. my service only goes to the higher bidder now.” his voice was calm and condescending. it pisses you off.

you held him still for several seconds, debating on painting his cheekbone purple before shoving him back into his chair. it was so forceful, you heard the thin legs grit and scrape against the ground. murdoc chuckled lowly. “you’re strong for such a small thing, aren’t you?”

your eyes shot daggers into his own, but you control yourself. the team would only fall into deeper shit if you pushed him into a non-verbal state. they were relying on you, even if they had no idea you had come back here.

“you’re going to tell me who these people are, and where they might’ve gone.” you instructed, voice low and sharp. murdoc’s eyebrows twitched upwards as you flipped the folder open and spread several papers onto the table.

he glanced down at them, eyes shifting left and right like he was tracking a moving dot. “need i remind you? again?” his empty brown eyes came back up to you. his smile returned. “why should i?”

right. payment. in truth, you had shown up completely empty handed, boldly praying that you could get him to comply and the answers would merely fall out of him. maybe a punch or two. but this was murdoc. he felt nothing.

your jaw tightened when you came up with nothing. he seemed to sense that before you could say it and he scoffed out a laugh. “oh, then i’m afraid you came all this way for nothing, sweetheart.”

that was the second time he’d called you that. it felt almost dehumanizing coming from him, especially paired with the not-so-subtle observation he stole of your figure. though, it seemed to strike something in him, and the corner of his lips lifted.

“you know, i might be willing to settle for a second place offer.” murdoc held your gaze with a newfound intensity, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. dealing with many men in your profession, you knew that look all too well.

your stomach lurched. though you couldn’t tell if it was in a nauseating or interested way, seeing as your stomach suddenly tensed so badly it really could have been either. the man was attractive, there was no denying that. but still, you’d never pictured a situation like this with him before.

murdoc tsked at your shock. “i have needs.” he said matter-of-factly with a small shrug. his handcuffs clinked against his chair.

“i thought you had to be human for that.” you shot back.

every bone in your body told you to pack the file back up and leave him hanging. that was what your best judgment was screaming at you to do. not to entertain a maniac like him and put yourself at such a risk. but for some reason your feet were glued to the floor. you couldn’t move.

murdoc actually looked offended by your words, but the expression didn’t reach his eyes. “i can be as human as you need me to be. just say the word.” his voice dropped, suddenly teetering towards gravelly. “you need something, i want something. my prices really don’t get this low, you know.”

knowing murdoc, his idea of ‘needs’ was bound to put you in some compromising position. you shouldn’t. you really shouldn’t. but the way he was looking up at you with what could only be described as pleading eyes forced your refusal back down your throat.

then, his lips spread into a victorious grin. you noticed his sharp canine fangs for the first time. “good girl.” he breathed. he shifted to face you, reaching out to inch you closer to him with one hand. the distance between you two was already microscopic, but it got even thinner as he gently eased your legs in between his parted knees.

the chain that bound his wrists together granted him far too much leeway, you noticed when he planted his hands on either side of your waist.

your clammy palm pressed onto the table’s surface beside you to balance yourself, finding your guard was beginning to slip away. a heavy sigh escaped from your nostrils and your eyes squeezed shut while you took in your position.

you could back out now, you thought. there would be no shame in it. you’re only caught up in the moment now. he stunned you. that was all. you didn’t have to do this. you didn’t want to do this, you corrected, more loudly in your head this time.

murdoc’s fingers began to massage your hips over the skirt of your form fitting black dress, drawing you out of your meditative space. your eyes found his when they snapped open, and murdoc hummed.

“no need to worry, sweetheart. i know what i’m doing.” like that made you feel any better. he also knew what he was doing when he killed dozens of people.

you let a sigh slip past your lips when his hands traveled downward, inching towards the hem of your dress. “if i didn’t know any better, i’d say there were two guards behind that door. but there isn’t, is there?” he asked lowly and knowingly, shooting a glance over to the locked door you had come in from.

your response was reluctant. if you told him he was right, he could easily use his position to overpower you and get out. but if you let him believe the guards were there doing their job, would he stop? you looked down at him, then down where his hands were gently massaging your upper thighs.

“no, they’re not.” you replied truthfully.

“good.” murdoc quickly replied. he moved you so that you stood in front of the table. your expression shifted to one of curiosity. “you can be as loud as you’d like.”

your face flushed hot at his words. how he said them so casually and cockily despite being (almost) completely at your mercy.

his fingers hooked onto the bottom of your dress and pulled it up to your waist, sighing with admiration as he took in the sight of your black panties. you gasped at the abrupt exposure, wanting to pull the bunched up fabric back down your thighs. but the sudden sensation of murdoc’s fingers rubbing at the dampened crotch of your underwear caught you off guard and you let out a whine.

“that’s it,” murdoc groaned when your thighs instinctively parted wider for him. he traced up your wet folds through the thin fabric, stopping at your clit to circle it. your chest filled with a sharp gasp and you cried out, legs going near slack. “good girl.”

your hips bucked shamelessly into his fingers, desperately trying to match his steady rhythm. “shit, shit,” you gasped, fingers curling around the edge of the table. your head fell back between your shoulders, strained whines falling from your lips.

murdoc quickly stole your building-up orgasm when he took his hand away to slide your panties down your legs and plant himself onto his knees before you. he whisked the garment away but you didn’t entirely care. the sight of him made you blink, realizing what he was about to do.

this was what he meant by wanting something? honestly, you had expected him to bend you over the table or have you straddle him on the chair.

“go on.” he gently nods towards the table behind you. hesitantly, you pull your dress down to cover your ass before hoisting yourself up onto the edge. you wince at the cold that seeped through the thin fabric meant to protect you. the rest of it bunched up at your hips.

murdoc’s hand slipped behind your thigh, holding it in place, the chain lightly digging into your skin as he brought his other one up to rub at your inner thigh. you waited for him to tend to your aching cunt again, but it never came.

you looked down at him, growing irritated. “what do you need me to do?” he asked far too sweetly for your liking. you glowered at him, but he didn’t give in. “don’t forget, you’re the one who needs something.”

bastard. he was going to make you say it out loud. humiliate you for a little bit, even if he was painfully hard in his orange jumpsuit. he had patience like no other, so he would get his way.

you swallowed what was left of your pride and responded, “please, make me come.” your words held bite and lacked the lust that coursed through you. and although murdoc looked like he was going to make you answer correctly for a moment, he shrugged.

“since you asked so nicely.” he said sardonically before he planted his mouth onto your cunt. the response was immediate, a startled cry of his name falling from your lips and your thighs tensing around him.

his tongue delves into your cunt, working you slowly and skillfully. you press a shaky hand to your mouth to try to keep yourself relatively quiet, but it’s like he knows exactly how you touch yourself at home in bed. he’s hitting every spot, and the vibrations of each of his moans make your back arch.

“murdoc—” his name sounded so strange when you weren’t cursing it to hell and back. “—fuck, don’t stop,” your hips rolled against his mouth, the tip of his nose prodding at your clit. you risked it and carded a hand through his hair, taking a handful of dark locks and tugging. he moaned, louder this time, and his knuckles whitened as his grip tightened on your thigh.

you watched as his eyes fluttered shut, practically losing himself in your pussy. he shifted to sucking on and licking at your clit, reveling in the way your cries got higher and more frequent, and how your body writhed wildly against his face. then he’d move back to devouring you, messily and loudly.

your hold on his hair went icy and you pushed him deeper into your cunt, thighs spreading impossibly wider. murdoc whined at the assertion, peering up at you through hooded eyelids.

the sight was obscene, burning itself into your vision forever. the feeling would, too. you hadn’t received anything like this in years, especially not from your silicone and rubber replacements at home.

it’s then that you notice that he’s breathing too hard — or rather, moving far too much — and that he’s slowed down significantly. and that his hands have left both of your thighs and had gone back to his lap. one still loosely held your calf, you realized, but the other worked at his stiff cock. you couldn’t see it, only the rapid up-and-down of his fist.

it wasn’t because of his jumpsuit, which he had worked open at some point, but because also in his hand was your panties. it should’ve disgusted you. watching murdoc jerk himself off and using your panties to do it.

but instead your breathing went ragged and you moaned. “fuck, fuck, murdoc!” he groaned in response, his tongue delving into your pussy in slow, deep drags. he didn’t care that you’re fucking his face now, or that he can’t breathe. he was chasing his own high, fisting his dick with your panties and listening to your relentless cries.

you cursed and cried out as the coil tightened in your gut, feeling like your body was about to explode if he didn’t stop. you didn’t want him to. so you held his mouth against your cunt, hips jerking sporadically as you finally came on his tongue. you felt murdoc’s lips curve into a smirk against you, but you didn’t have the strength to care.

instead, you let him fuck you with his tongue through your blinding orgasm, gently rolling your hips in time with his languid thrusts. you tilted your head and peered down at him, watching him get himself off with your underwear.

you wished you’d worn a sexier pair, but the stirring in your stomach was still there. just knowing they were yours.

a weak moan slipped from you when the sensitivity started to catch up with you. murdoc kept going, still licking up your first orgasm. “holy shit, murdoc,” you slurred, a second orgasm quickly building.

your head fell back and your fingers ran through murdoc’s hair, tousling it even more. but he persisted now, shifting to messily work at your clit. the noises were obscene, and the shame was beginning to set in, but once you looked down and caught his gaze, it was gone.

his nose poked at your abdomen while he sucked on your sensitive nub, and spit and cum glistened around his mouth. you held the contact for only a moment before you came for a second time on his tongue, and telling from the trembling moan he let out right after, he did too.

he pulled away after a second, both of your heavy panting filled the room. you could barely hold yourself torso up, you couldn’t even imagine standing up yet. so you stayed propped against the edge of the table while murdoc cleaned himself as best as he could.

“you can keep them.” you mumbled before he could even try to give you your panties back. but the man only blinked at you.

“i know.”

the anger from before threatened to return. god, he was such an asshole.

“that wasn’t so hard, was it?” he asked with a smug smirk as he wiped your cum from his face with the back of his hand. the action made you gulp, and the way he was staring at you, still on the ground, forced you to your feet and to the other side of the table.

you had to put distance between you and him or you’d end up shoving his face right back between your legs again. and you would rather die than have murdoc know that you wanted him to tongue fuck you again.

“right, now, can you give me what i need?” you asked, hurrying to rearrange the shuffled papers on the table.

murdoc got back up into his chair, watching you compose yourself with amusement. “that depends, sweetheart.” he replied. “what do you need? names or another round?”

did this in one sitting ur welcome. god i love david dastmalchian. so much. also i might write a part 2 to this.

[improvidus]

A very late contribution to Cairo Day prompt "Deep Breath." Illustration for "All That Remains of My War-Ravaged World."

(@macgyvercairo)

[lupinescribbler]

Was going to write just a quick chatty scene for the start of the next chapter for one of my Macgyver fics, but the bantering is starting to get away from me lol

//

“That’s not how… any of that works.” Mac couldn’t help but let out a disbelieving chuckle halfway through his sentence. His arm thrown over his eyes blocked out Jack’s pouty expression across the jet, but he could imagine it clearly.

“Any of what?” Jack protested immediately.

“The conservation of matter, for one. The coffin wouldn’t have imploded from you ‘breathing up’ all the air, you would just convert enough of the oxygen into carbon dioxide that you’d eventually die from oxygen deprivation.”

“I know that, you need to tell my dream that.” Jack bemoaned. “Don’t tell me all your dreams follow the rules, you break far too many of them when you’re awake for me to believe your dream-self is any less of a headache.”

Mac shrugged, which was harder than he thought it’d be from flat on his back. “Alright, alright, what happened next?”

“No wait, let me guess.” Riley’s wry, I’m-so-tired-of-this-conversation voice cut in with sardonic enthusiasm. “Jack died.”

“He would have passed out first. The brain shuts down when it doesn’t get enough oxygen.” Mac resettled, the edge of a seat-buckle digging into the center of his back. Initially he’d been trying to block out the bright light and catch up on some sleep before the mission, but he’d long since given up on that. “In Jack’s dream I guess that would be sleep-ception.”

“Passing out isn’t sleep.” Jack disagreed. “Speaking of which, it looks like you’ve checked some extra luggage, hoss.”

“What?” Riley cut in, a mix of bewildered and amused.

“He’s referring to my eye bags.” Mac filled her in begrudgingly. He hated the fact that he’d spent enough time with Jack to follow that particular train of thought. “I’m fine, Jack, just didn’t get much sleep last night.”

“Nightmares?” Jack prompted, tone sympathetic.

Mac rolled his eyes from behind the protection of his arm. “Just once could you assume that I’d gotten laid?”

[paperxcrowns]

i am genuinely tweaking over the fact that macgyver (2016) practically glosses over the fact that Mac was straight up!!! Lying!!!! to bozer for YEARS.

this would have been such good material to use to explore Mac and Bozer's relationship, and how complex the situation was bc YES it feels like a betrayal but it's also Mac simply protecting Bozer from his dangerous life and still keeping him close despite the danger, despite the very real possibility of bozer accidentally finding out or simply using bozer to get to Mac.

NOT TO MENTION. Boze was Mac's only link to something not remotely related to his job!!! the only bit of normal in his chaotic life!!!!

both of them having to find their footing again after the reveal bc nothing can go back to normal. like. bozer thinking back to all the weird injuries mac returned home with from his think tank business trips, all the lies, all the secrecy, all the time. justified hurt on bozer's side as well as understanding bc if the roles were reversed wouldn't bozer also lie to keep his closest friend safe? understanding the reason doesn't make the years of lies hurt any less.

adhjfkglgl i have. so many thoughts about this. i am clawing at the walls.

[ariwritessometimes]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63270445

Bring Him Home

“I mean that he’s a wanted man, and he made a break for it when they tried to lock him up.”

“I’m sorry, he what? Who the hell--”

“Look, it all happened so fast, we didn’t have time to try to plan or talk it out together… But this is bad. Like, Five Eyes’ Most Wanted kind of bad.”

Ari's Cairo Catch-Up: 2021 Prompt "Murdoc"

Rosie's MacGyver FlashFic WriteAlong 2025: Day 1, Alternate Prompts "You're not paranoid if they are really out to get you." & "Fall from Grace"

That's right, I'm double dipping on the writealong and the Cairo Catch-Up 😂 We'll see how many of the FlashFic days I'm able to do!

@rosies-writealong

[lailuhhh]

Mac - Father + Dad

His father had left when he was a child, and Mac had thought that would’ve been the end of it. When he got notified of a funeral, it should’ve been the end of it. Mac’s life was anything but linear

Or

James fakes his death

Read it here!

[mayfieldss]

Reunion - Angus MacGyver

Synopsis: when Mac comes home after a particularly long mission you are both excited to reunite. requested by @thenerdysimp

Content warnings: very suggestive but no outright smut

It had been months since you'd seen your boyfriend, Mac. Off on another one of his missions, you were left alone in the house, other than that of Bozer's haphazard appearances. And to say you were frustrated would be an understatement. You missed your boyfriend, his company and also the company of his friends, who also happened to be yours.

And Bozer, while fun to be around, was just as busy with the same mission on this side of the world. You didn't even know what country Mac was in right now, all classified information as far as phoenix was concerned. You weren't even supposed to know where he really worked, let alone what cases he was working on.

So you couldn't ask questions, and you didn't. But that did make it hard, in turn, not to miss Mac even more. Bozer was out for the day, off to visit is parents now that the mission was completed, and you were sitting at home giddy as a new puppy waiting for Mac to return. You sat by the door, absolutely restless, hoping that any second from now you would hear the doorknob turning as the door creaked open. But there was nothing, no sign of him yet. You were left to wait.

-

Mac was planning a surprise. He hadn't seen you in months, and Maddy's no contact rule for missions as dangerous as the one he'd just arrived back from meant that he hadn't spoken to you in months either. He was alive with the need to see you, to hear your voice, to feel your skin under his hands.

He knew you'd be waiting for him when he got home, but he wanted to see the surprise on your face at his arrival. So he was heading in the backdoor, the one he knew you wouldn't be waiting by.

And he was so desperate to get inside he might have flagged the whole idea all together just to get to you faster. But he was nothing if not committed to an idea, and he was going to stick with this one too.

He creeps around the side of the house as best he can with the fallen leaves and twigs surrounding it, and makes it to the back door without a fuss. And then he slides open the lock as quietly as he can.

And soon enough he's inside, sliding off his dirty boots at the door as to not tread mud through the house. And also so you don't hear his footsteps on the hardwood floors.

He sees you once he rounds the corner from the back exit toward the living room and he can feel his heart pounding in his chest, trying to reach out to you. He feels like a teenager again, feeling your presence everywhere in him.

He's lost all interest in being quiet now and simply stands at the end of the hallway with a grin on his face. "honey, i'm home." he says, watching you spin around in an instant to see him standing there. Your face makes way for the widest smile he's ever seen and you leap up from the arm of the couch where you'd perched yourself.

"Oh my fucking god that's so cheesy." you say, near laughing as you make your way toward him. Mac is trying his best not to run to you to close the gap faster, but the few steps he does take are fast paced and full of need. As soon as he has his hands on you it feels like liquid fire is running through his veins. He doesn't get time to say anything more to you, because you've got your hands on either side of his face and have pulled him in for a kiss.

It's passionate but sweet, conveying that you missed him in the touch of your lips to his. But not quite how much you missed him. Not yet, but soon. You move your hands to his hair, pulling in the way you know that he craves, and he groans into your mouth.

"Missed me, huh?" He mumbles once you both break away for air.

The way you grin up at him in response answers his question before your words can. "Always do." you mumble, eyes raking over his face as if reminding yourself of all the parts of him. His own gaze moves over your features, noting everything he's missed since he's been away. Your perfume is different, that's the first thing he noticed, but your shampoo is the same. He loves the smell of your shampoo. It so sweet, it makes hungry for you every time he catches the scent. While away he passed a woman on the street who must have used the same one, because for hours after Mac could not focus on anything other than thoughts of you, and what he was going to do with you once he got home. And the smell of your shampoo now, has reminded him just what he wants to do.

"You got any plans today?" He asks, and you can tell what he's thinking by the look in his eyes, pure lust behind baby blue.

Your fingers run through the hair on the nape of his neck, "Absolutely none."

And that's all it takes for Mac to keep kissing you, pulling you impossibly closer in the hallway, until his back has hit the wall and he's got his hands everywhere he can get a hold.

His lips leave yours to trail a path down your neck, sucking on the spot he knows will make you squirm. He lives for the sound of your shallow breaths, and you live to let him take them from you.

Mac lifts you up, hands the back of your thighs and moving higher, with a confidence that makes your head spin. Being in love with Mac is maddening at times, but it sure has it's perks. If there's one thing you know for sure, it's that he's good with his hands.

He starts walking with you in his hold, your legs around his waist as he moves blindly. He won't stop kissing you, he doesn't think he can, until of course he stumbles over a chair leg in the kitchen. His grip on you tightens, as so not to drop you but you still squeal in alarm at the sudden jolt you get as he trips. Your forehead knocks with his and Mac lets out a soft, startled chuckle before straightening up.

"You good?" he questions, head still spinning from the taste of your skin he was getting just moments before as well as the bump from your forehead he just sustained.

"Yeah, I thought you were gonna drop me is all." you lean down to kiss him, and Mac accepts the gesture, taking so much pleasure in your lips that he nearly forgets where he is. He thinks about putting you down on the kitchen table and taking you right there, but that won't be comfortable, and he's got all day to spend with you. What's the rush?

"Drop you? Have you no faith in me?" he mumbles against your mouth, his teeth clicking against yours in the awkward kissing conversation. "I can hardly let you go, what makes you think I'd drop you?"

He starts moving again, toward the bedroom this time, and you don't have enough coherent thought to respond to him. Instead you manage to moan into his mouth, something that riles Mac up even more than before, if that's possible.

It's going to be a long day, and an even longer night for the neighbors, but Mac can't bring himself to care. He's home, and as far as you're concerned, he's got a lot of catching up to do.

MACGYVER TAGLIST: @ash5monster01 @batsratswrites

[weary-eerie]

mac knowing that somewhere, deep in the back of his mind, thats he’s utterly in love with jack.

mac not fully realizing those feelings until jack is declared dead. all he has left are the memories he carries, the dog tags and what remains of jacks possesions.

mac keeping those dog tags close to his heart at all times, constantly looking at all the photos of him and the others with jack, sleeping in jack’s favorite band tees and clothes, listening to his favorite music and getting caught off guard when hearing those songs in public.

bozer, riley, and matty watching him decend deeper into his depression, but not able to do much of anything to pull him out of it. even with bozer having known mac the longest, jack was always the only person with the power to pull mac out of a spiral.

mac eventually realizing that jack wouldn’t want him to rot in bed all day and make himself suffer. mac working on himself and healing, and eventually going back on missions with his team, now including desi, and moving forward with his life. even though the jack shaped hole in his chest can never be closed, he lives on, forms new friendships and bonds, and refuses to give in and give up.

matty revealing that jack has been found alive, and is in a hospital halfway across the world. and suddenly his world is crumbling down around him all over again. he has done all this moving forward and healing for what, just to leave jack behind? he shouldn’t have given up on him, he should have second guessed everything and searched harder. but now isn’t the time for regrets or sorrow, he has to go to jack.

mac walking into jacks hospital room just to break down in tears of pure joy and relief. to be able to see the face and smile of the man he’s loved so deeply all these years. finally getting to hug and feel that jack is truly here, truly alive.

jack slowly recovering and finally getting the okay to return home. mac offering to let jack stay with him for as long as he’d like, all his stuff is there anyways, mac couldn’t being himself to throw any of it away. mac worrying about not being able to hide his feelings while living with jack, but not being able to refuse the comfort of having jack nearby at all times.

mac never returning jacks dog tags, still keeping them close to his heart. theyve become too dear to him to let go of.

mac and jack having movie nights with take out and beers on the deck by the firepit, just like old times. talking about what they had gone through in the past few years. the grief, the pain, the trauma, everything but ache in his chest that mac so dearly wishes he could ignore.

mac and jack stargazing one summer night, leaning into each other and telling stories of growing up and lighter things. accidentally locking eyes during a lull of silence. mac breaking and deciding to let jack finally see the love and affection in his eyes that he’s always tried so hard to hide. jack knowing exactly what mac is trying to say with just his gaze; they’ve always been able to communicate with just a glance.

jack caressing macs face with a gun calloused hand and leaning in for a tender kiss. the kiss is salty from their mixed tears, but they’re too happy to truly care. jack pulling away first and wiping away macs tears. putting out the firepit and huddling into macs bed. being able to finally hold each other, and talk about the feelings they’ve both held onto for so long. a tender night of confessions and cuddling, one they’ll cherish forever.

mac waking up by the sunrise and turning in the arms holding him, and finally getting to see the man he loves so closely and intimately. seeing jacks sleeping face lit up by the gentle sunbeams of the early morning, and realizing that the night before wasn’t merely a dream.

mac finally feeling whole once again, the jack shaped hole in his heart finally filled.

[daltonsnightmare]

Maple's MacGyver Fic Recs

Now I know I'm very late to the party, but I'd like to think of it as fashionably *cough*5 years*cough* late :) This has been a work in progress for awhile, but the Cairo Day Q&A about favorite fanworks inspired me to finally post this- Hope you're all excited for a list of fics everybody and their dog has already read and loved LOL

If you enjoy angsty stories featuring whump and hurt/comfort as much as I do, you're probably gonna love these too. (As a reminder, always double-check the tags before reading! Take care of yourselves💕)

Palmful of Sunlight and Promise by OrionLady

Mac knows he won’t make it out of this latest abduction alive. Not with experimental chemicals being pumped into him in horrific doses. The hallucination wearing Jack’s face—who claims he never died—has other ideas about that. (Touch separated by inches is the greatest torture of all.)

Starting this list off right with what quickly became one of my favorite fics of all time- across every fandom I've ever been a part of. The perfect balance of angst and comfort, this is a beautiful story with a lot of care and heart that brings Jack Dalton back, and for Mac, just in the nick of time. I think I've reread this one more times than I could count- it really is that good. If you decide to read it though, I'd definitely recommend having some tissues handy.

[add'l warnings: non-consensual drugging, suicidal thoughts and actions]

Hello To The Night by gaelicspirit

Around S4 episodes 9 and 10. Turns out emotional trauma + concussions + experimental drugs don’t mix quite as easily as one might think. Mac’s dark side does more than toss him a creepy grin from the other side of a window when getting “lost in his head” is taken up a notch. And the only thing that is going to save him is the team coming together as a family-the whole team.

It was quite hard to pick only a single fic to recommend from this brilliant author (their whole Ambassador series comes to mind, which is definitely worth a read) but this one has everything I wished would have happened after 4x10. If you're looking for heartbreaking moments of Mac nearing the end of his rope, the team realizing how they failed Mac during s4, and a surprise fix-it to tie it all together, this one's for you.

Mac + Desert + Jack by @impossiblepluto

Turns out, escaping from the fallout shelter was just the beginning. Now they have to survive the aftermath, dehydration and the desert. Continuation from where episode 3x11 Mac + Fallout + Jack left off

Now I know we all already know how amazing ImpossiblePluto is, and I can't help but give this one in particular a spotlight. This is a fantastic follow-up to an episode I'm sure we all can agree ended way too quickly, and without much resolution. If that bothered you as much as it did me, this is genuinely a gift from the heavens; Mac has to grapple with the fact he shot his best friend, and after surviving the whole ordeal, the combination of exhaustion, sleep deprivation, and scorching desert heat makes those demons all too real. Time is running out for the both of them, but Jack is right there by Mac's side, even if his partner no longer knows it.

The Art of Showing Up (And Staying) by @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.

I've already recommended Reichenbach on here (and I still definitely do) but if you're not a fan of AUs, this one is well worth the read. Delicious whump, snapshots of Mac and Jack's time downrange, and insightful commentary on how their relationship has evolved over time, this one is very sweet! (and also features amazing art from both LupineScribbler and Lilituism! Ooooh you wanna check it out so bad. I know you do. And while you're at it, Lupine's got a bunch of other wonderful fics for you to read, too.)

[add'l warnings: car accidents]

Veisalgia by @lilituism

The Phoenix Foundation was invited to a charity gala and Matty sent Mac and Jack to attend. No one had invited Murdoc, but he showed up anyway.

I was originally going to recommend The Darkest Hour (and still do, if you're down for something a bit darker) but if you're not in the mood for something that heavy, then this one is a real treat. Featuring Murdoc and our boys at a gala, things take a turn for the worse when Mac is slipped a fast-acting poison. If reading about Mac being in pain gives you butterflies, you'll love this one (as well as all their other fics!)

Broken Trust by @bloodfromthethorn

Even now, hours later, he couldn’t shake the memory of Jack’s shoulder driving into his sternum, a too-tight grip on his bicep forcing him sideways as the man he trusted more than anyone else in the world physically moved through him rather than listen to what he had to say. Tag to 2x02. Mac didn't walk away from his encounter with Jack as unscathed as he might wish to appear.

Another quite difficult one to pick, as every MacGyver fic from BloodFromTheThorn is excellent (go check out Part of the Job if you're in the mood for some whump with intriguing plotlines & scenarios) but Broken Trust is definitely one I go back to read often- I feel that this one is the aftermath of 2x02 that was so sorely needed. We all know Mac gets lost in his head, but what happens when his partner is the one causing his heartache? (This is also one I have personally needed tissues for on certain nights, just fyi)

Some Truths Are Hard To Define by @altschmerzes

There are a number of conflicting theories, among various and sundry members of the Dalton family tree, on how exactly the young blonde man they have concluded has to be Jack’s kid came to be. Seeing as he can’t have just sprung forth unto the earth fully formed, there has to be an explanation, and since nobody met him until he was out of high school, the explanation has to be something good. (or, the one where jack finds out after five years of bringing mac to family reunions that his family thinks he has a son)

Incredibly heartwarming story about Mac being "mistaken" for Jack's son. Spot-on characterization, and adorable moments of Mac being the greatest cousin ever to the kiddos, nieces, and nephews of the Dalton family. Also, I think I'm just going to add a caveat to each of these that every story by these authors is worth checking out (you won't regret it, especially with Gav's fics, here!)

Gaslighting + Blame Game + Optical Illusions by @m0ns00n53

Tammy doesn’t understand why such a quiet, intelligent man keeps getting stood up on his Friday lunch dates. She’s understandably a little terse when his neglectful son finally shows up one day, after weeks of disappointment. Luckily, Jack is there to clear things up.

This was another hard one to pick (Sergeant + Specialist is a must-read in my book, but due to it's subject matter being on the heavier side, here's something a little different) I'm such a sucker for Jack being there for his boy, as well as any older person within a 50-mile radius falling for Mac's charm and wanting to adopt him as their own. A lovely little follow-up to 3x04 that's a whole hell of a lot better written than that episode was, I assure you. With fantastic characterization, attention to detail, and fun fleshing out of background characters, I hope you all like this one as much as I did!

Flour + SAK + Landline by Sapless_Tree

Whumptober No. 4 + ALT 1 Prompt: hostage + losing control Somehow, things were blurry again, looping and swirling and doubling. Mac furrowed his eyebrows and blinked hard. “Now, isn't that better, Angus?"

In the mood for some Mac torture at the hands of Murdoc? Me too. This one's a fantastic fic that kept me on the edge of my seat and holding my breath the whole time. Really delightful despite maybe because of? the subject matter, and adds a healthy does of Protective!Mac, as well as his fear of heights. I certainly enjoyed reading this, and I'm sure you will too. (P.S. check out Nightcall for some incredible sickfic whumperflies)

[add'l warnings: non-consensual drugging, torture with a swiss army knife]

Lost Cause + Voicemail by @ariwritessometimes

Jack is dead. Jack is dead, but Mac still calls his phone. Leaves an occasional message, as if it’s just any ordinary day and Jack just happened to leave his phone off. When a field op turns fatal, Mac makes a phone call to Jack’s voicemail just to hear him one last time. Little does he know, there's someone listening on the other end.

I adore this one (and not only because Jack lives and gets reunited with his kids) but also because I feel like it could be (and should have been, if you ask me) an episode in of itself. Each part of Ari's Phone Calls series is phenomenal, and if you want to read a devastating take on how Mac deals with Jack's absence, you'll love it.

Truth Serum + Failed Rescue + GSW by @rosieblogstuff

There had always been the possibility that Jack just wouldn’t get caught, or that he’d shoot his way out if he did. Otherwise they would have both gone in. Mac would have insisted on that, because he hates it, absolutely hates it, when the entire plan is for Jack to put himself between Mac and danger. That’s not how partnership should work. Mac, with his blue eyes and blond hair, can’t really pass as a local, but Jack can pull it off just fine. The right jacket, some artfully placed smudges on his face, a cap from a very non-tourist part of the local market, combined with just the right swagger, and there’s a decent chance that nobody will give him a second glance. So maybe he can get in, grab the intel, and get back out without even being spotted. But of course it couldn't just be that easy.

A twist on 1x12 Screwdriver's cold open, with Jack drugged up before being rescued by Mac. Both of the boys get whumped in this one, and struggle to make exfil. I love how Jack's uninhibited inner thoughts are written, and how much he worries about Mac. (A runner up in a similar vein would be Lake + Stick + Fever, another gem that deserves to be recognized)

A Legend In One's Own Time by @appalachianapologies

A look at 1x08 and the lasting effects that would end up shaping Mac's choices in 5x14. Mostly, Loretta being the best mom there is.

A wonderful (and heartbreaking) story detailing Mac's feelings after the events of Corkscrew, as well as Mac and Loretta Bozer's relationship. I consider everything in this fic to be canon, honestly- It's quite good. Also, if you were hoping that in 5x14 she would have talked to Mac as well after figuring out what Bozer does for a living, you'll love this as much as I did. (Side note, I HIGHLY recommend Vi's Schrödinger's Sandbox series. It's another one I love to revisit time and time again)

If you've got troubles, I've got 'em too by @nativestarwrites

The first manhunt Bozer ever helped with was when he was twelve and Mac had run away after getting into trouble for blowing up the chemistry lab. This is the story of how he was found.

A lovely little fic with a dash of fluff and angst about little Bozer being the best brother in the world to his troubled friend. Short and sweet, with nailed characterization. (Check out Nativestar's Sleepy Softness series for some more wonderful fluff)

Rogue + Family + Home by @erinsworld

She knows how bad it looks, but this is Mac... He needs help, not to be hunted and she isn't about to turn her back on him and risk losing him forever.

A wonderful missing scene that we all so desperately needed in late season 4, and I'd say this is the canon we deserved. Incredibly touching and beautifully written (much more in-character than the writers were at the time, I might add) it also features a lovely little moment that I've added to my own personal headcanons. (If you aren't looking for a fix-it for the mess of later seasons, This Ain't Cairo takes an already great episode, Chisel, and adds some very good whump)

Petrichor by @paperxcrowns

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.

I know some of my friends/followers are big fans of the buried alive trope (as am I) and this one delivers it in a BIG way. Incredibly suspenseful and emotional, this is another fic I come back to read time and time again. If you enjoy seeing Mac suffer, you're gonna LOVE this one like I did. Enjoy your time in the cemetery, buddy :) (Additionally, each one of paperxcrown's MacGyver fics is definitely worth checking out)

This Trophy Isn't Real Love by MaritimeSailorsCatherdral

AU end of Season 2: They find Mac's dad, and it goes differently. Tentatively, hoping for the best, Mac agrees to work on repairing and building the relationship with his father that he always wanted. Jack, though he doesn't trust James for a moment, keeps his reservations to himself. But as Mac grows distant and starts acting oddly, it becomes clear that it was more than overprotectiveness or insecurity that led to Jack's concerns. Something bad is happening to Mac, and Jack has a terrible feeling that whatever it is, James MacGyver is to blame. The truth is nothing he'd seen coming.

Ever read something where it feels like a warm fuzzy blanket while simultaneously stabbing you in the gut? This one is like that for me. Tears were shed while reading this one, and the character dynamics here are very special to me. This fic does contain abuse, but also a fair amount of comfort in the aftermath. I'd truly call this one a work of art, and I hope you all appreciate it too. While the author hasn't posted any other stories to this account, this one deserves so much love and more.

[add'l warnings: physical and emotional abuse from a parent]

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Now I know there are many more that are near and dear to my heart that I haven't even mentioned yet, but this post is already getting quite long, so consider this a part one haha. Happy Cairo week everyone, and thank you to all of these very talented people who have shared their works with us to read! Go give them some love <3

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MacGyver Masterlist

main masterlist

Angus MacGyver

I’ll Prove It To You

I’m Okay With That 18+

Back To You

Scars of Our Past

Tension 18+

Wish it Was Me

It Should Be Wrong 18+

It’s Only Fair

Ground Rules

Left Out

Rescue Me