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thewhumpvault · 2 months
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Fanfic reader's prayer: may my favorite author's hyperfixation on this fandom last longer than mine 🙏
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thewhumpvault · 3 months
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~~ 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
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thewhumpvault · 4 months
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@whumpcember Day 23: Nosebleed - MacGyver 5x8 SOS + Hazmat + Ultrasound + Frequency + Malihini
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thewhumpvault · 5 months
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mac with marks on his wrists, rope burns, cuffs, duct tape; they've tried everything to keep him still, to have him restrained but he manages to get through them every time, but it doesn't stop the marks, from the rope burns that tingle every time he moves, to the thin slices where the cuffs were so tight they'd bit into him without him moving, to how the duct tape has raised abrasions, blood beading to the surface; he's tried so hard, but he wears the marks for weeks after rescue.
hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnggg hand whump you SPOIL me you know? also you might wanna read this piece of art *re-reads for the 2947th time*
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thewhumpvault · 5 months
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Fanfiction is great because I'm a greedy slut that wants it all. Nothing you could ever give me in a TV show would achieve the high I get when I've got 13 au's all on the go at once with bonus fanart on the side, like the most luxurious multiple course meal with wine pairings curated just to my taste
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thewhumpvault · 5 months
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Whumpee’s head lolling forward, their eyes dropping dangerously even as Caretaker works furiously to untie them from their chair.
They gently hold Whumpee’s face up, trying their hardest to give a reassuring smile.
“Need you to stay with me, okay? It’s okay, I just need you to stay awake. Everything’s gonna be alright.”
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thewhumpvault · 5 months
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Whumpee jolts awake, instinctively trying to swat away another bombardment of attacks from Whumper.
Instead, they’re met with a soft voice and a cold washcloth on their forehead, quiet reassurance.
“Easy, easy…you’re okay. You can go back to sleep, I got you.”
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thewhumpvault · 6 months
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Yellowstone S04E01
By request
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thewhumpvault · 7 months
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#the unspoken “you’re not alone” gesture
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thewhumpvault · 8 months
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MacGyver 3x13 Wilderness + Survival + Training
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thewhumpvault · 8 months
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How about this one: "Stay still."
Thanks for the ask! This ran away a bit, definitely leans more towards a flashfic than a drabble, hope you enjoy!
This is set somewhere pre-series in the DXS era.
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“Stay still!” Jack shouted, praying his voice carried enough volume to reach Mac. “Mac? Don’t move, okay, bud?”
Was it good luck or bad luck that Mac had fallen off a thirty story high building only to land on a cleaning platform part way down? It was the kind of luck that Jack only associated with Mac, but if it continued to keep him alive then Jack hoped it never ran out.
“Mac!” Jack shouted again, lying down flush again the roof of the building, straining his eyes to see his partner. Mac had yet to move, slumped on his side and facing out to a fantastic view of LA that was sure to make him throw up, if the head injury didn’t get there first. Jack couldn’t see much detail from this height but it was hard to miss the blood pooling around his head.
Head wounds always bleed a lot.
Mac was so still. He could have easily broke his neck in the fall. Or his back. Or something inside that Jack could do nothing about.
“Mac!” Jack bellowed and glanced at the cables securing the platform, trying to assess just how insanely reckless it would be to try and climb down one of them until he caught the tiniest bit of movement out of the corner of his eye. “Mac?”
There. That was definitely a head movement and then-- a flinch, practically a whole body one. Probably the exact moment Mac opened his eyes and focused on what he could see. Or rather what he couldn’t which was the ground. Mac flipped over onto his back, causing the whole platform to wobble and Jack could see Mac breathing all too well now, the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he braced an arm against it and his whole face screwed up in pain and panic.
“Mac! Don’t move! You’re okay, but don’t move! Stay still!” Jack shouted down, not sure if Mac could hear him until he saw his hand move, a small aborted movement that resembled a wave.
“Okay, okay, that’s good buddy. Now, I just need you to slow down that breathing a bit, yeah? Take a deep breath for me?” All Jack got in response to that was a small shake of Mac’s head. “Nope, I don’t want to hear that, pal. You can do this, I know you can. One deep breath, Mac. C’mon, do it for me now.”
Jack continued calling down, a steady litany of reassurance and counting exercises, that Mac failed to match, his eyes still tightly scrunched together until slowly the movement of Mac’s chest eased into something steadier and calmer.
“Attaboy, you got it now.” Jack said. “I gotta go figure out how to get you back up here, so I’m gonna disappear for a bit now. You just stay still and focus on that breathing, okay?”
Jack could see Mac’s mouth moving in response, but his voice was too quiet, stolen away by the wind, a moment later though he followed it up with a small thumb raise.
“Okay, okay.” Jack muttered quietly to himself, taking a deep breath as he pulled back from the edge of the building. “He’s okay. He’s okay.” Mac was awake and moving. Alive. And now Jack just had to figure out how to keep him that way.
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“Stay still,” Jack murmured, focusing on the task at hand.
“I’m fine.” Mac predictably replied, twisting his chin out of Jack’s lose grip.
“You’re not fine, you’ve got half a dozen stitches in your head and a bunch of broken ribs and they missed a spot of blood back there so stay still.” Jack repeated with more patience than he felt Mac really deserved but the kid was sporting a helluva headache so he’d earned a pass this time. “There, got it. You’re good.”
“I am. I really am.” Mac said, meeting Jack’s eyes sincerely and steadily.
“Yeah, I know.” Jack replied. “But you terrified me today, Mac. And I don’t think you were having much fun neither so how about you let me take care of you for a while and maybe we’ll both get to feel a little bit better before today’s over, yeah?”
Jack was half expecting a fight, the continuation of the sudden independent streak in Mac that had raised it head ever since he’d got to medical. But somehow, thankfully, finally Mac dropped his shoulders and simply asked what Jack had in mind.
“Pizza, movie, that soft blanket you always hog and absolutely no answering the phone, even if it is Patty. Sound good?”
Mac simply shrugged in agreement, but Jack still noticed the soft smile pulling at his lips.
“Alright, you go park yourself on the sofa and--”
“—stay still.” Mac finished for him.
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thewhumpvault · 8 months
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thewhumpvault · 8 months
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Can I have a drabble for #9 please?
Of course! Thanks for the ask! May I interest you in a heartbreaking Lake Como missing scene?
"Easy, easy. You're okay, I've got you." Jack scooped Mac up into his arms, practice allowing him to do this without disturbing any of Mac’s medical equipment. He hoped he wasn’t hurting Mac but really it was just wishful thinking. Pain was a constant for Mac right now, only managed, not stopped. Every night, like clockwork, Mac would wake, terrified and gasping, like he was drowning all over again. “Take a breath, bud. You’re safe, I’ve got you.” And then every night, like clockwork, the panic would melt away and in its place came the grief. As Mac remembered why he hurt, why he could taste lake water on his lips, why his heart ached, and the tears came silently. And there was nothing, nothing, Jack could do about that but hold him tighter. “I’m here, Mac. I’ve got you.” Jack pressed a kiss to his temple. “I’ve got you.”
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thewhumpvault · 9 months
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I second this!
You ever find a fic writer that you're just like. Man. I wish you were in charge of canon.
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thewhumpvault · 9 months
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thewhumpvault · 9 months
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i wish you guys lived inside my head the fics in here go crazy
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