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Mac College AU Part 3

Mac (Date Everything) x Reader 

Synopsis: Mac becomes your statistics tutor and in the process becomes something more…?

(Author’s Note: Hey!! For those who asked for it here’s part 3, also part 1 can be found here and part 2 here. Once again this idea came from @veryfruitywriting her writing is literally peak, and I promise this is the last time I tag you about this😔🙏)

Word Count: 2k

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To say Mac was caught off guard would be an understatement. They kept their eyes on you while multiple emotions and thoughts were going on inside their head: some disappointment in it not being a real confession like they assumed, some surprise because it was not at all apparent that you had never taken Statistics I, and finally a growing feeling of respect? Attraction? Their feelings for you intensifying as they realize how much work you must be putting into the course compared to everyone else solely to keep up. 

DEAR GOD you could feel yourself dying inside, Mac was just sitting there, staring at you after your confession. Your mind started racing with your own thoughts. They’re probably replaying every moment we’ve shared, noticing how lost I really was. Maybe I should take back what I said? Yeah, I can get tutoring from somewhere else.

“Um… Mac?” You started, snapping Mac out of their thoughts, “no pressure, really… actually I just remembered the university has a tutoring center and I can just go there—“

“No!” They exclaimed a little too loud then they meant to, “Sorry I didn’t mean to zone out there, I was simply thinking about my schedule. I would love to tutor you and I’m glad you felt comfortable enough to ask.” They responded and they meant it with full sincerity because in truth Mac was also looking for a reason to spend more time with you.

Since that day Mac and you would regularly meet for your tutoring sessions. With their guidance you went from feeling lost at sea, using a map you made yourself for navigation to taking a leisurely boat ride in calm water. Mac caught you up on descriptive + inferential statistics, sampling, regression, and types of data/testing. In between, you two would ‘take breaks’ (become distracted) as tutoring sessions would turn into pseudo-dates (even if you both never admitted it) but what else would one call time filled with the sharing of personal interests, experiences, longing looks, laughter, and some occasional flirting?

“I’m telling the truth, Newark would be an amazing place to visit, the sights alone are great, so scenic!”, Mac would insist with a big smile as they shared the top 10 places they’d want to visit.

“Oh you could not be more wrong, Newark is not all that!”, you would protest.

“And what evidence or -statistics- do you have to back up your claim?” They responded, trying to feign that this is still relevant to your tutoring session.

“I’m from New Jersey and have actually been to Newark,” you simply answered.

“Pfft, I call selection bias”, Mac jokingly dismisses.

“Don’t you mean voluntary response bias?”, you correct with a raised eyebrow.

Mac’s eyes widen and smiles in surprise from being both wrong but appropriately corrected by you. “Well, it’s good to see you really are learning during our sessions, but still, I stand by what I said, Newark is terrific”.

“Oh-kay, how about you tell me one of the most ‘scenic’ aspects of Newark?”, you challenge.

“Certainly, when it gets late Newark has the best spots to see the New York skyline”, Mac says confidently.

Your mouth drops in disbelief, “no way you just used the New York skyline, something you can see from other parts of NJ, and not even a part of New Jersey as a ‘scenic’ part exclusive to Newark”.

“Uhhh…” Mac turns red, realizing their mistake, “I know there are other examples but some say seeing is believing, I’ll have to see Newark myself to truly believe your claim”, they try to save face.

“Then I guess I’ll have to show you around Newark myself someday” you conclude with a playful tone and smirk.

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Yeah the tension was palpable… but you both never made a move. You felt Mac was simply there to be your tutor, possibly friend but nothing more, these sessions only started because you initiated them; they most likely would have nothing to do with you otherwise. Mac, on the other hand, was sure you liked them back but there was always the worry in the back of their head that you truly just needed some tutoring that stops them from going beyond light flirting but concealing these feelings was starting to become too much for them.

Once Mac brought some cookies given to them by their culinary major friend, Dasha. Simple enough, just some cookies you two would share during that day’s session but kept finding themselves distracted anytime you would pick up a cookie to eat it. The way you would carefully pick it up between your fingers, then bring it up to your kissable lips, and sensually open your mouth to bite down; a small smile appearing on your face as you enjoyed the sweet treat would cause them to lose focus on what topic they were trying to teach you.

For months they repressed these feelings, in the end planning to ask you out when the semester ends so if they ruin your relationship make things awkward then there is no longer any obligation to see each other. When you guys’ Statistics II final rolled around is when they initiated their plan, it was an exam and while studying together they’d invite you over to their dorm.

“The professor will post our final exam and overall course grade at midnight, to celebrate us surviving the course we should have a mini party together and wait to see the results at midnight!” Mac explained excitedly, confident in their approach.

“US surviving? More like ME surviving, this class was a piece of cake for you,” you tease them, “but yeah I’m down, where were you thinking? I think the library will be closed by then.”

“I was thinking my dorm? If you’re comfortable with it of course”, Mac’s face becomes a bit red, somewhat unable to believe they are finally inviting you over for something other than tutoring sessions.

Your face became slightly shocked at the suggestion, you had never been inside Mac’s dorm so late, but you recovered quickly. “Oh yeah that works, guess I better try even harder on this exam. It would be a bit embarrassing if we stay up till midnight just to find out I didn’t do that great on the exam” you joke.

“Haha, very humorous but I believe in you and your ability to not only pass but excel on the final”, Mac responds. Your smile grows wider as Mac’s continuous support really does make you feel like you could do anything.

…

It was the night of the final, you and Mac had already taken the exam earlier in the day, the two of you were simply killing time waiting for the results. Currently, the two of you were on their couch watching a movie adaptation of one of your romance novels that recently came out. The movie was not only bad but a complete letdown.

“I know I always give you some flack for your taste in literature but this time I mean it sincerely, what did you like about this story”, Mac asked confused, two-thirds into the film and they had yet to find any enjoyment in the plot.

“Okay so far I’m not going to defend the movie because I can 100% guarantee you that the original book was better,” you say in defense.

Mac raises an eyebrow at you, “Ehh, sorry I’m having a hard time seeing it.”

You’re quick to explain yourself: “Well for starters the original novel was spaced out better. The romance took place in the span of a few months and it was not simply back to back romantic interactions, I don’t know why the movie is trying to make it so the leads get together in one week. Second, the leading man is not this confrontational in the novel. He only becomes possessive after the two get together, not showing any entitlement to the MC and their life before then, and even after they start to date he was never THIS manipulative. Third, I don’t know why the tender moments are portrayed as more sexual or coercive in the movie when they did not play out like that in the book.”

“They didn’t?” Mac asks, amused by how passionate you were becoming.

“No, Mac, in the original scene they both brush their hands by the printer like this… sorry can I use your hand for this example?” Mac nods, allowing you to touch their hand. “Mika’s hand was on the copy button but Jake didn’t notice so he lightly placed his hand on her’s like this” You trail your fingers over Mac’s hand to demonstrate. They felt a shiver go up their spine, you continued. “And later when they officially hold hands Jake was not as confident as he was here, he certainly wasn’t as forceful either, watch as I imitate how it really happened in the book.” You pick up Mac’s hand, softly imitating a high five, then slowly you begin to interlock your fingers between theirs. Mac follows your lead interlocking their own slender fingers into yours.

“See, this is nice right? Kinder, sweeter, more genuine and loving” a content smile forming on your face looking at your hands together.

“It really is…”, Mac’s face was red as in the process of your demonstration the two of you were now inches away from each other’s faces; you also noticed the closeness and their flustered expression when you turned to look at them. 

It felt like time had froze, the two of you savoring the moment, everything feeling so right. You and Mac alone together, holding hands, basking in each other’s presence. Internally, the two of you felt it was the right time to finally make a move and cross the boundary from friends to something more. Both closing your eyes to lean in…

There was only one problem. You both were already in such close proximity, when y’all leaned in it threw the aim off resulting in you two bumping noses. Moving back, eyes wide, faces red, you two looked at each other mortified by what just happened. You cringing that your first attempt to kiss Mac failed. Mac surprised by how caught up they were in the moment they jumped ahead of their own plan, it was to ask you out then kiss you.

An “Uhhhhhh” was said in unison.

“Nice to know these feelings are mutual?” You say not too confidently, worrying in the back of your mind about the slight possibility you read the situation wrong. 

Mac let out a relieved and embarrassed sigh, finally hearing the confirmation they wanted to know for months now. “Of course, I honestly thought I was being super obvious at times with how fast I would blush around you, lose my train of thought, or simply be caught staring at you”. 

You shook your head, “not a clue on my side, probably because I was going through the same thing,” you admitted. 

“Well, I’ve been wanting to ask you this for months now but… may I?” Mac gestures to your hand and you nod, allowing them to hold it again, “Y/N” Mac inhaled nervously, “would you like to go out with me sometime?”

At hearing those words you smiled so wide, trying to stifle it you answerd, “Yes, definitely, I would love to”. Mac grins equally as big at hearing your response, their other hands moving up to cup your cheek.

“Then is it also possible to try this again?” They question, fixated on your lips. 

You let out a dreamy “yeah”.

The two of you lean in carefully this time, your lips meeting softly as if testing the waters then becoming deeper as both of your confidence grows.

…

After midnight it was no surprise to find out you both passed the final exam and overall course, Mac with an A and you with an A-! Mac and you layed cuddled on the couch looking at the final score.

“Y’know, since you didn’t let me pay you I should really find another way to thank you one day” you thought out loud.

“I can think of a few ways” Mac casually responded.

“What?”

“What?”

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ITS DONEEEEEEEEE 🦅🦅

This actually turned out a lot different then my original outline 🫢 oh well 😼👍

Let me know what y’all think! Was there enough longing, tension, idiots in love? (I hope so 😔)

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You’re Invited!

Mac (Date Everything) x Reader Oneshot

Synopsis: You receive an interesting google calendar invite from Mac (post-realization)

(Author’s Note: Do any of y’all use google calendar or something like it? This whole fic is just inspired by the invite feature on google calendar, a little suggestive at the end but nothing actually happens)

Word Count: 2.1k

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Your life has never been so lively, especially after receiving the Dateviators. You’ve made so many new relationships, rejuvenated your confidence, and grew a newfound appreciation for the world around you. However, your escapade eventually had to end as you realized all your household objects, with each going on to follow their individual passions. Only one object, technically human now, stayed: Mac. They were the only one you secretly wished would stay, but if after being realized expressed interest in leaving to explore the world in their new form, then you would not have stopped them either. Yet, Mac chose to stay with you and you could not have been happier. 

Mac got an entry-level job at the local Valdivian Bank doing cybersecurity, quickly though, they branched into data science and now has become the head analyst/consultant for cybersecurity, data science, and security architect for every Valdivian bank in the state. Having made quite the impression so far it is expected they will only rise higher in the company. You could not have been prouder (and surprised since it has only been 1 month since they got hired). They mostly work from home, any important meetings being able to be done over a virtual conference, only occasionally having to work onsite for things like checking out the bank’s supercomputers.

You on the other hand also got an entry-level job, but it was at a local community-run organization. Mostly your job consists of redirecting emails, scheduling/ rescheduling events, and organizing files; so a lot of time on the computer. It wasn’t too bad and the atmosphere around the office was friendly, plus you were able to see how your seemingly small job helped the community. You could say your time with the Dateviators really sparked a desire to help others.

You two loved that both of your jobs were mostly on computers, it allowed you two to constantly be able to communicate, regular check ins, sharing funny videos, flirty texts, and have even decided to share a google calendar. After being realized Mac and you started to explore and try out as many new things as possible restaurants, movies, museums, parks, etc. But as the first month of them being realized was coming to a close you both saw your full-time jobs were leaving less and less room for free time. You knowing of Mac’s appreciation for efficiency made you start a co-shared google calendar. At first it was a way for you guys to know what your hours for the week and when your breaks were but once Mac found out about the invite feature it was all over. 

Almost every day while at work you would get a notification that Mac had sent you an invitation to somewhere new. Scheduled for when you two had free time, you would click on the location to check the place out, always with a note attached:

“A new movie from that franchise you love came out, we should go watch it together!”

“We should see the current art exhibition at the museum!”

“I had never had ____ food, we should check it out!”

“_____ Park is known to have such beautiful scenery, its nearby and accessible if you’d like to go?”

So today, while you were focusing on your tasks the DING that came from the corner of your screen barely made you bat an eye. You took a few moments to wrap up what you were currently doing and opened gmail to find a brand new invitation from Mac, though immediately this one was noticeably different. First, it was simply titled “Interfacing” instead of the name of the establishment they had in mind. Second, it was set for later today after work, at 5:30, you found the suddenness peculiar since you usually returned home around 5:20ish…. also this event was set to last for 2 hours? Third, the location was set to you guys’ home. The gears in your brain started moving as you tried to understand what Mac had invited you to. Fourth, the note was long and written in binary this time, the realization hitting you as soon as you translated it.

“01000010 01101111 01101111 01110100 00100000 01101101 01100101 00100000 01110101 01110000 00100000 01100001 01101110 01100100 00100000 01110011 01111001 01101101 01101101 01100101 01110100 01110010 01101001 01100011 01100001 01101100 01101100 01111001 00100000 01101001 01101110 01110100 01100101 01110010 01100110 01100001 01100011 01100101 00100000 01110111 01101001 01110100 01101000 00100000 01101101 01100101 00100000 01100010 01100001 01100010 01111001”

Your eyes instantly widened as you read the translation quickly looking around to see if anyone was watching, once you confirmed no one was you stared blankly at the invitation. You were speechless. Mac had never done something like this before, with their new human body any intimacy was initiated when you two were physically together. You wondered to yourself why today they wanted to schedule it, it felt… oddly impersonal, you didn’t know whether or not to accept the invitation. It was currently 4:11PM so you decided to leave it unanswered and would ask them personally when you returned home.

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Opening your front door you weren’t sure what you were expecting. The strange invitation and tone of the note made it sound like something special was waiting for you but there was nothing out of the ordinary as you entered your home. Usually Mac was somewhere near the front door, ready to greet your arrival with a hug and kiss, though as you left your car keys on the front drawer the distant clicks of typing coming from upstairs made it apparent they were in the bedroom. They must still be working, too focused to notice it was the regular time of your arrival. Deciding to not bother or distract them if they were finishing up, you set your work items in your shared office and walked to the kitchen. Opening the fridge to check what ingredients there were to make dinner except you noticed Mac had already ordered takeout… without asking you? The food was from a restaurant you two visited last week. It was a mix of food you two enjoyed from there but also new options from the restaurant’s menu; again, odd they wouldn’t have asked for your input. The abnormality of it made you remember the invite you received from them and with that decided to finally make your way upstairs. 

At the top of the stairs you see to your right, the door to the workout room is opened and peeking in you see Roni doing numbers on the variety of mouse toys and activities Mac had installed in the room for them. We should get Roni a friend or two, you comment to yourself, mice are social creatures, it must get lonely for Roni when we are both busy working. You added the idea to a mental to-do list as you made your way to the bedroom. The door was slightly creaked open, likely so that if Roni wanted to they could come back to lay on Mac’s shoulder like they usually do. 

You peaked through the crack before pushing the door open. Mac is sitting on the left side of the bed, back on the headboard with the assigned Valdivian Bank work laptop on their lap, one hand on their chin, eyes closed and lip slightly pouting, they were deep in thought.

“Please tell me you’re finishing up and not that you’re still working even though it’s past your scheduled hours,” you say with concern as you enter, walking over to them. Mac is used to being overworked, as a computer you used them for more than 11 hours daily and after being realized developed the habit to always be working if they have any free time. It is technically your fault for always being glued to your computer screen, still you’ve been doing your best to stop them every time it happens. 

Mac slightly jumped, “Oh baby you’re back!”, definitely not having noticed the hour or heard you come inside the house. “I needed a distraction and lost track of time, I’m sorry I couldn’t greet you at the door per usual”, they close their laptop and moved it aside, you came over to their side of the bed to give them a quick kiss.

“A distraction from what?” You ask, moving away to go change out of your work attire, but Mac catches your hand, looking up at you they squeeze it softly, a silent request for you to come closer. You do, a slight feeling of worry building up inside of you, “is something wrong Mac?” 

“No, everything is alright although… can you sit with me for a moment, my love?” There was something about Mac’s tone of voice, it had its usual calm and matter-of-fact cadence but it had an underlying sense of neediness. 

“Of course.” With that they motioned for you to sit sideways on their lap instead of beside them like you thought they meant, though you were technically sitting on the bed with your legs over theirs instead of sitting directly on their lap. Once adjusted, Mac cups your face and pulls you into a longer, more passionate kiss; right hand caressing your cheek then lands on your shoulder.

Once you pull apart, they speak, breathless, “You asked what I needed a distraction from?”, their left hand moves around the small of your back, resting on the side of you left thigh, “well the answer is a little embarrassing” they pause for a moment, “but its from you”.

“From me? I was at work, how could I distract you when I’m not here?” you asked puzzled.

Mac answers you with their own question, “did you get my google invite?”.

Your face turned red as you remembered the note attached to the invite. “I did, now that I remember I wanted to ask what’s with the invite? I know you love efficiency but it feels odd knowing you want to schedule our ‘interfacing’.”

“Oh, my love, it’s not about efficiency! I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make it feel impersonal, it’s just that…” Mac looked down, seeming to be putting together their thoughts. “Do you want me to be completely honest?”

“I want you to always be honest with me, Mac.” You cup their face to reassure them, mimicking the way they often do it to themselves to calm down.

Mac’s hold on your thigh softens as they begin to lightly rub circles in it. “The truth is I’m still getting used to all these new human sensations, I love that we can finally interface like this but it can so overwhelming sometimes. Especially when it comes to intercourse. I never experienced anything other than your sweet double clicking and now I find it so hard to control myself at times.” They admitted, their face completely red from their admission. “Now, in this body, I can no longer calm myself down with fans or a liquid cooling system, whether you’re here or not I ache for you constantly.” Mac takes a moment to look you up and down before continuing, “In spite of that, I don’t want you to feel as overwhelmed as I do with these new and constant sensual desires, that’s why I sent you the invitation on our calendar. I wanted to give you a choice and not feel pressured, so there, that’s how you distract me”. They stare at you intensely, waiting for your response.

It takes you a few seconds to fully process what they said, eventually you speak, “and you say you need me this way often?”.

“Without fail”, Mac declares immediately.

You stop making eye contact and move your eyes down, with your hand you slowly trail down from Mac’s face to their chest, down their stomach, and eventually your hands make it between their thighs and you give them a light rub. Mac lets out a moan at the sensation, making you rub a bit harder this time, and they rest their head on your shoulder as they groan from the feeling. 

You whisper into their ear as you start full on rubbing them through their pants, “Mac, you should have been honest from the beginning. I want to help you through this new experience and I don’t mind if it means helping you in this way too, even if you feel it happens excessively I promise you I still want to be there for you because I love you Mac.”

“R-really?”, they respond in between pants, with their arms they hold you tighter to try and steady themselves.

“Of course, now lay back and tell me what you need”, you move your legs to straddle them as they readjust themselves.

“O-okay, yes, thank you, I love you too Y/N”, Mac follows your instructions and begins to lay on their back, feeling reassured, eager and filled with anticipation for what’s about to happen. They can’t believe how lucky they are to get to call you theirs and live this life with you.

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Ugh, I wish I could add images in the middle of my fanfic cuz I had no idea how to describe how they are sitting 

This is pretty self indulgent, I love comfort and loving being mixed with a bit of smut (honestly you can barely call this smut), but I hope you guys enjoy!

Mac college AU part 3 out next y’all✌️

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For those who are interested, I’ve decided I will indeed write a part 3 to the Mac college AU oneshot (probably can’t call it a oneshot anymore). My 8-hour shift had me so exhausted I came up with and wrote down an entire outline for what will happen next 🎉 I think (hopefully) my brain cooked with this one 🤞

Though expect it out in a week as I have finals and another fic I wanna write first

-Koma out

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First I wanna tell you that I see you, but idk what’s happening bc Tumblr isn’t letting me respond 😭

Second, thank you for reading! I’ve had so much inspiration since writing the first part 🔥

Third, I READ YOU FIC AND I NEED TA MAC BAD 😩💔 the build up, the anticipation, and when the freaky stuff started I was kicking my feet, it was soooooososoo so so so soooo good, the ending 🤐 I want more and it’d be so cool if you do end up doing a multi part college au of this!!! (No pressure) I’ve been replaying scenes from it in my head all day 😫

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😦 my heart can’t take this please. I want more movie papa pls

Just a kiss! MAYBE JUSY AWKWARD HAND HOLDING! Anything 😭

All jokes aside thank you for continuing to write about these idiots! I hope you continue to bless us with your talent

Gosh everyone’s being so nice about my fic AAHHHHH

I don’t have plans for it but I MIGHT write a part three, I have some ideas but first I gotta lock in for my summer semester final in a few days

I also have a sort of self-indulgent Mac fic I wanna write before I maybe do a part 3

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😭 THANK YOU AGAIN ITS HONESTLY AMAZING TO KNOW YOU READ AND ENJOYED BOTH PART 1 + 2 (hehe yeah I took out my old stat notes and immediately remembered why I’m not a math major)

For my first 2 pieces of fanfic it’s such a boost to hear my writing is good 🔥

FR the YEARNING is what I live for in all the fics I read

Part 2 of a Mac college AU one-shot I wrote. Had to pull out my previous semester’s statistic notes for this one, though fair warning I might use some terms wrong, let me know if I did! (I’m not a math or science major/minor). I tried writing ‘idiots in love’ but I’m worried I just wrote people with insecurities 😭

Inspired by @veryfruitywriting they planted this seed in my brain, I hope you enjoy the second part, I’m so glad you liked the first part! 🙏

Word Count: 1.8k

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It was the next day and you were able to schedule the library’s study room #5 from noon to 2PM. You reviewed almost all your statistics notes the night before and again in the morning, trying to ensure there was no chance of a slip up. You felt yourself getting nervous as you made your way to the room, you stopped by your campus’ coffee shop to get a small assortment of treats, so if you do something wrong at least Mac can say you brought food.

You walked into the study only to find Mac already there, typing something on their laptop, per usual. You knew they were punctual and even though it wasn’t even noon yet, you felt like you were late. You greeted them and place your bag down.

“Hey Mac! You’re early, I brought some sweets and thought I would have some time to properly set them up before you got here, oh well, you can take any from the bag, I brought napkins too”. 

You suddenly entering seemed to have caught them off guard as they slightly jumped and look up at you. You mentally kick yourself for startling them. “Oh, hey there! Sorry I was so focused I didn’t see you. Yes, I decided to come early to get a jump start on the project”. Mac looks at the pastries bag you hand to them. “Woah, thank you, that’s so thoughtful”, they say as they take a napkin and a cookie.

Hearing them say they arrived early to start made you let out an “oh”. Of course, you should’ve expected it, now you have to catch up and make sure they don’t think you plan on letting them do all the work.  “But we haven’t agreed on what we want the project to be on… unless you already have something picked, then I’m fine with going along with your idea and can start doing my part too”.

Mac thought it would look considerate if they started working on the project since earlier you mentioned your other midterms. They tried to gauge what your expression meant, were you simply confused? Or worse, annoyed they started without considering your input? Shoot, Mac thought to themselves, did I act prematurely? “I don’t mean for there to be any confusion. Our project is about choosing a news source and finding 10 examples across their entire archive of incorrect use of statistics. When I said I started working on it I meant I came up with a list of terms that should be applied to the incorrect examples we find. I have a few ideas for which media outlet should be the focus of our project but have yet to choose one, I wanted to go over that now that you’re here”.

Internally, you did a sigh of relief they haven’t made THAT much progress. “Alright, let me see the list you came up with”.

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You two decided to focus on the Press Agency Times (PAT) for your midterm and were independently going through all the pieces they have ever published, looking for mistakes. You were constantly referencing your textbook, flipping through its pages to remember the difference between response, non-response, selection, voluntary response, and convenience sample bias trying to see if you could find that anywhere. Your eyes occasionally made their way towards Mac, looking at how they rested their face on their hand in concentration, only moving to take a bite of the sweets you brought. The sight made you smile (which you tried to stifle and hide), you could’ve spent the rest of your scheduled time looking at them, but you had to go back to work before they noticed. Mac was also taking occasional glances at you too, looking at how your fingers carefully fliped through the pages of the textbook, silently mouthing experts from it to yourself, then you’d type something on your laptop and repeat the cycle. The sight made their heart beat faster, you looking good while being meticulous and focused, they could not help but stare. This repeated as if on cue, the moment one of you went back to focusing on the project, the other would start looking.

After 40 minutes, you two felt you had enough samples to choose the best 10 incorrect examples from and started going over them together. Mac was right, they did not have much doubt int he first place but it was nice to have confirmation: you were a great project partner, you found so many good examples and explained the errors and how it could have been prevented so clearly; they started to zone out, solely focusing on your mesmerizing face and voice. 

You were going over your sixth example, “… I found PAT violated the key data ethics standards in their 1987 experiment, the researchers did not-“

“—provide enough anonymity and confidentiality for those involved, right?” Mac finished your sentence as they also had the 1987 experiment on their list of examples. Yes we’re definitely working synchronously, Mac boasted to themselves. 

You gave them a confused look, “…no, the researches did not receive the informed consent of every participant before the experiment. I think you might be thinking of the 1989 experiment which was my next example.”

Mac blankly took a look at their notes for a moment, you were right. “C-correct, I must have gotten ahead of myself, sorry”, they responded, quickly trying to recover from their mistake.

“It’s okay, it was— uh, never mind, I mean-“ you were about to say cute but you stopped yourself and tried to keep going, “the rules were set in place by the RSR and yet PAT didn’t follow them, a really big mistake on their part”.

Now it was Mac’s turn to look puzzled, “are you referring to the IRB? The Institutional Review Board?”.

“Oh y-yeah, I guess we both missed the mark and this example huh?” You cringed internally at yourself.

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After 30 minutes, you two had your chosen 10 examples and started making a slideshow for the presentation portion of your midterm. Mac was speaking to you about visual and pictures you would need to include in your presentation, but in the middle of them talking they took off their glasses to clean them on their shirt. That act alone made your heart do a backflip, you noticed how Mac had dark circles under their eyes, it suits them, you thought to yourself, it fits with their endearing nerdy vibe.

Suddenly Mac’s question cut through your thoughts, “—do you already have any pictures you think we could include in the presentation?”.

Trying to focus back into the conversation you swiftly answered, “I have pictures of the university… if we want… to include… that…”. You just processed what exactly Mac was asking. 

no way. no WAY your answer to Mac’s question about including visual EVIDENCE in your STATISTICS presentation was to include a random ass picture of your university for no reason. You felt yourself die inside as Mac let out a soft laugh in confusion.

“What? I’m not sure our professor would allow a picture of our university to be used as ‘evidence’, maybe we’d get points for school pride but I’m not sure of the relevance of your suggestion”, Mac expressed in between confused laughter. 

“I must have misheard you”, you tried to save yourself, “but I do have graphs I pulled from each example”. You started shifting through your notes to save yourself from looking like a complete fool.

When you two had 20 minutes of scheduled time left, y’all decided to start practicing presenting what you had so far. Mac started setting up the room’s projector, turning it on and connecting it to their device. After putting your presentation on full screen you two stood next to each other at one corner of the screen, facing outward to the empty room and pretending you guys were in the stats II classroom. The introduction and first example went well and you were finishing up with the second example, not noticing Mac enthusiastically watching as you explained what was wrong to the invisible audience. So focused on you they were caught off guard once it was their turn to present the third example. Without thinking they outstretched their arm up and sideways, motioning for the ‘audience’ to look at the graphs and in doing so they accidentally smacked you in the face with their hand.

They immediately moved their arm away and looked at you to apologize, “I am SO sorry, that was not my intention, I didn’t see where my arm was going!”. Mac could not believe they were so careless. They knew they get hot easily and could feel their face was turning bright red. Internally, they were frantically trying to recompose themselves, holding their face in an effort to cool down. 

You won’t deny it kind of hurt being suddenly hit in the face but you had never seen Mac lose their composure like this. They way they looked right now, red and panicked, it was so cute it was all your mind was focusing on. You decided to take the blame to try and make Mac feel better. “It’s fine, okay? I was standing too close anyway, and we should probably be on both sides of the board anyhow”. You moved to the other corner of the screen. “Now we won’t bump into each other, problem solved!”. 

Mac tried taking your word for it, but in the back of their mind they worried their chances of being with you were dropping. They apologized two more times before continuing the presentation. After a few minutes they actually did completely calm down and the redness of their face left. At 2PM, you and Mac had written 8 out of the 10 examples of your presentation. You both decided each would finish one of the last 2 examples independently, next time you see each other in class you would review and make it into a final draft to hand in.

…

After that day, you two started sitting next to one another, under the guise that you were just waiting for the day to present your project together. But, conversations would quickly veer off topic as you two would find yourselves lost in conversation even an hour into the lecture. Still, the day to present came and went (you two got an A don’t worry), but as you both started packing up to leave class that day you realized you no longer had an excuse to keep being around Mac. You wanted, no needed a reason to keep talking to them. 

“Hey Mac…” you started and they turned to face you, “I, uh, have a confession to make…”

Those words immediately caught their attention, Mac was unsure what you were about to say but they secretly hoped it’d be an actual confession and that their feelings were mutual.

“I never actually took Statistics I and find myself lost in class most of the time, would you mind tutoring me?”, you asked sheepishly.

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Errmm, college tutor AU Mac anyone? Nah, I’m playing, I don’t think I can write that as I barely passed my own statistics course😔

I didn’t write them getting together because I like the yearning, sorry about that if you were hoping for it 🫣

[zurazurax2]

Part 2 of a Mac college AU one-shot I wrote. Had to pull out my previous semester’s statistic notes for this one, though fair warning I might use some terms wrong, let me know if I did! (I’m not a math or science major/minor). I tried writing ‘idiots in love’ but I’m worried I just wrote people with insecurities 😭

Inspired by @veryfruitywriting they planted this seed in my brain, I hope you enjoy the second part, I’m so glad you liked the first part! 🙏

Word Count: 1.8k

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It was the next day and you were able to schedule the library’s study room #5 from noon to 2PM. You reviewed almost all your statistics notes the night before and again in the morning, trying to ensure there was no chance of a slip up. You felt yourself getting nervous as you made your way to the room, you stopped by your campus’ coffee shop to get a small assortment of treats, so if you do something wrong at least Mac can say you brought food.

You walked into the study only to find Mac already there, typing something on their laptop, per usual. You knew they were punctual and even though it wasn’t even noon yet, you felt like you were late. You greeted them and place your bag down.

“Hey Mac! You’re early, I brought some sweets and thought I would have some time to properly set them up before you got here, oh well, you can take any from the bag, I brought napkins too”. 

You suddenly entering seemed to have caught them off guard as they slightly jumped and look up at you. You mentally kick yourself for startling them. “Oh, hey there! Sorry I was so focused I didn’t see you. Yes, I decided to come early to get a jump start on the project”. Mac looks at the pastries bag you hand to them. “Woah, thank you, that’s so thoughtful”, they say as they take a napkin and a cookie.

Hearing them say they arrived early to start made you let out an “oh”. Of course, you should’ve expected it, now you have to catch up and make sure they don’t think you plan on letting them do all the work.  “But we haven’t agreed on what we want the project to be on… unless you already have something picked, then I’m fine with going along with your idea and can start doing my part too”.

Mac thought it would look considerate if they started working on the project since earlier you mentioned your other midterms. They tried to gauge what your expression meant, were you simply confused? Or worse, annoyed they started without considering your input? Shoot, Mac thought to themselves, did I act prematurely? “I don’t mean for there to be any confusion. Our project is about choosing a news source and finding 10 examples across their entire archive of incorrect use of statistics. When I said I started working on it I meant I came up with a list of terms that should be applied to the incorrect examples we find. I have a few ideas for which media outlet should be the focus of our project but have yet to choose one, I wanted to go over that now that you’re here”.

Internally, you did a sigh of relief they haven’t made THAT much progress. “Alright, let me see the list you came up with”.

…

You two decided to focus on the Press Agency Times (PAT) for your midterm and were independently going through all the pieces they have ever published, looking for mistakes. You were constantly referencing your textbook, flipping through its pages to remember the difference between response, non-response, selection, voluntary response, and convenience sample bias trying to see if you could find that anywhere. Your eyes occasionally made their way towards Mac, looking at how they rested their face on their hand in concentration, only moving to take a bite of the sweets you brought. The sight made you smile (which you tried to stifle and hide), you could’ve spent the rest of your scheduled time looking at them, but you had to go back to work before they noticed. Mac was also taking occasional glances at you too, looking at how your fingers carefully fliped through the pages of the textbook, silently mouthing experts from it to yourself, then you’d type something on your laptop and repeat the cycle. The sight made their heart beat faster, you looking good while being meticulous and focused, they could not help but stare. This repeated as if on cue, the moment one of you went back to focusing on the project, the other would start looking.

After 40 minutes, you two felt you had enough samples to choose the best 10 incorrect examples from and started going over them together. Mac was right, they did not have much doubt int he first place but it was nice to have confirmation: you were a great project partner, you found so many good examples and explained the errors and how it could have been prevented so clearly; they started to zone out, solely focusing on your mesmerizing face and voice. 

You were going over your sixth example, “… I found PAT violated the key data ethics standards in their 1987 experiment, the researchers did not-“

“—provide enough anonymity and confidentiality for those involved, right?” Mac finished your sentence as they also had the 1987 experiment on their list of examples. Yes we’re definitely working synchronously, Mac boasted to themselves. 

You gave them a confused look, “…no, the researches did not receive the informed consent of every participant before the experiment. I think you might be thinking of the 1989 experiment which was my next example.”

Mac blankly took a look at their notes for a moment, you were right. “C-correct, I must have gotten ahead of myself, sorry”, they responded, quickly trying to recover from their mistake.

“It’s okay, it was— uh, never mind, I mean-“ you were about to say cute but you stopped yourself and tried to keep going, “the rules were set in place by the RSR and yet PAT didn’t follow them, a really big mistake on their part”.

Now it was Mac’s turn to look puzzled, “are you referring to the IRB? The Institutional Review Board?”.

“Oh y-yeah, I guess we both missed the mark and this example huh?” You cringed internally at yourself.

…

After 30 minutes, you two had your chosen 10 examples and started making a slideshow for the presentation portion of your midterm. Mac was speaking to you about visual and pictures you would need to include in your presentation, but in the middle of them talking they took off their glasses to clean them on their shirt. That act alone made your heart do a backflip, you noticed how Mac had dark circles under their eyes, it suits them, you thought to yourself, it fits with their endearing nerdy vibe.

Suddenly Mac’s question cut through your thoughts, “—do you already have any pictures you think we could include in the presentation?”.

Trying to focus back into the conversation you swiftly answered, “I have pictures of the university… if we want… to include… that…”. You just processed what exactly Mac was asking. 

no way. no WAY your answer to Mac’s question about including visual EVIDENCE in your STATISTICS presentation was to include a random ass picture of your university for no reason. You felt yourself die inside as Mac let out a soft laugh in confusion.

“What? I’m not sure our professor would allow a picture of our university to be used as ‘evidence’, maybe we’d get points for school pride but I’m not sure of the relevance of your suggestion”, Mac expressed in between confused laughter. 

“I must have misheard you”, you tried to save yourself, “but I do have graphs I pulled from each example”. You started shifting through your notes to save yourself from looking like a complete fool.

When you two had 20 minutes of scheduled time left, y’all decided to start practicing presenting what you had so far. Mac started setting up the room’s projector, turning it on and connecting it to their device. After putting your presentation on full screen you two stood next to each other at one corner of the screen, facing outward to the empty room and pretending you guys were in the stats II classroom. The introduction and first example went well and you were finishing up with the second example, not noticing Mac enthusiastically watching as you explained what was wrong to the invisible audience. So focused on you they were caught off guard once it was their turn to present the third example. Without thinking they outstretched their arm up and sideways, motioning for the ‘audience’ to look at the graphs and in doing so they accidentally smacked you in the face with their hand.

They immediately moved their arm away and looked at you to apologize, “I am SO sorry, that was not my intention, I didn’t see where my arm was going!”. Mac could not believe they were so careless. They knew they get hot easily and could feel their face was turning bright red. Internally, they were frantically trying to recompose themselves, holding their face in an effort to cool down. 

You won’t deny it kind of hurt being suddenly hit in the face but you had never seen Mac lose their composure like this. The way they looked right now, red and panicked, it was so cute it was all your mind was focusing on. You decided to take the blame to try and make Mac feel better. “It’s fine, okay? I was standing too close anyway, and we should probably be on both sides of the board anyhow”. You moved to the other corner of the screen. “Now we won’t bump into each other, problem solved!”. 

Mac tried taking your word for it, but in the back of their mind they worried their chances of being with you were dropping. They apologized two more times before continuing the presentation. After a few minutes they actually did completely calm down and the redness of their face left. At 2PM, you and Mac had written 8 out of the 10 examples of your presentation. You both decided each would finish one of the last 2 examples independently, next time you see each other in class you would review and make it into a final draft to hand in.

…

After that day, you two started sitting next to one another, under the guise that you were just waiting for the day to present your project together. But, your talks would quickly veer off topic as you two would find yourselves lost in conversation even an hour into the lecture. Still, the day to present came and went (you two got an A don’t worry), but as you both started packing up to leave class that day you realized you no longer had an excuse to keep being around Mac. You wanted, no needed a reason to keep talking to them. 

“Hey Mac…” you started and they turned to face you, “I, uh, have a confession to make…”

Those words immediately caught their attention, Mac was unsure what you were about to say but they secretly hoped it’d be an actual confession and that their feelings were mutual.

“I never actually took Statistics I and find myself lost in class most of the time, would you mind tutoring me?”, you asked sheepishly.

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Errmm, college tutor AU Mac anyone? Nah, I’m playing, I don’t think I can write that as I barely passed my own statistics course😔

I didn’t write them getting together because I like the yearning, sorry about that if you were hoping for it 🫣

[zurazurax2]

Imma need that Mac college au part 2 stat 🔫

(Giggling, kicking my feet, squealing, etc.)

WAIT PLEASE ITS ALMOST DONE I SWE—

I was then shot 57 times in the chest

Jk, I’m at 1,596 words rn, that’s a lot for me, but I’m close to being done TRUST

[zurazurax2]

I’m in love. I want more !you write so beautifully!🩷🩷🩷

Awww, thank you! If all goes well it should be out in the next 12 hours 🗣️

[zurazurax2]

OMG COLLEGE AU MAC!!! IDIOTS IN LOVE!!!!

This was so so so so good I was giggling the whole time . I can’t wait to read more!

-🪷 (I came from veryfruitywriting’s page!)

OMG ITS YOU 🪷🪷!!

Thank you so much! I’m surprised my one-shot got more than 10 notes on it but everyones kind words really makes me feel inspired 🤍

And yeah I’ve been working on that part 2 😼

[zurazurax2]

OMG YOU SAW IT SO FAST

THANK YOU SO MUCH, it’s amazing to hear you enjoyed it!!!!! Just for you I started locking in for part 2

AHHHHHH I still cant believe you read it

This all came about when I could not get @/veryfruitywriting’s ideas for Mac in a college AU out of my head. I had to release it and after 1 Mac induced writing spree here it is. I wasn’t even able to finish it so this is more of a part one. I already started a part two if anyone cares and should be posting that soon.

@veryfruitywriting I love your writing and I hope you enjoy this. (Let me know if you’re not comfortable being tagged or mentioned!)

Some context: based on the game the MC (us) does not seem like a math person, they are smart but seem more artistically or creatively inclined. So here we do not have a Math or Science major/minor. This also follows more of an ‘idiots in love’ trope.

Word Count: 1.2k 

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You’re probably in over your head in this class. Why did you choose a 200 level class to complete your math gen ed course? It was even worse that you chose Statistic II, completely skipping over Statistics I, you’re surprised the university even let you do that. You registered late and there were not many classes available, thinking back you should have just waited until next semester to complete your math gen ed. Either way you are here, in the CompSci building, every Monday and Wednesday, from 12:00 PM to 1:45 PM, surrounded by people who probably know what they’re doing compared to you. Still, you’re not one to throw in the towel, and you definitely do not want your money to go to waste, so you try your best to understand statistics. 

It is still really hard, you are in the middle of the semester with constant terms being thrown around that you don’t know, and the professor not explaining certain concepts in detail because they were “covered it Stats I”. Almost every class you leave with your head feeling physically heavy with the amount of new information you learned, and a list of terms to look up so your homework assignment doesn’t just sound like gibberish. Though, in the midst of all this stress there is one thing outside of your own determination to pass that keeps you from giving up on the class entirely. That being your classmate, Mac. 

You’ve noticed them since the first day of class, already seated inside the classroom, being the first person to show up with you being the second. Aside from that they definitely stood out from the rest of your classmates. Having this computery aesthetic with their wheelchair and glasses looking like RGB lights, the back cushion of their wheelchair resembling a monitor, not to mention they wore almost all black daily, with short or folded up sleeves, displaying the sleeve tattoos they have on each arm. Mac tended to sit around the edges of the middle rows in class, near an outlet to charge the laptop they always had out. Constantly doing something it, occasionally taking notes but often it was something unrelated to class. Random articles they read, cat videos, chats with what you assume are their friends opened, some smart-looking graphs that you assume are analytics (of what though??), and what you are sure is a livestream of their pet mouse in a cage chilling back in their dorm. 

Other than appearance they participated the most in class, with how often they knew the answers to questions you would have guessed they already took this course. Mac seemed so smart but also effortlessly cool, always having a neutral, yet friendly, expression on them. You might have a bit of a crush on them… though you convince yourself nothing will ever happen and Mac can just serve as some eye candy for this class until the semester ends. You say this, yet you have actively made the effort to sit in any row in front of them each class or else you find yourself staring at them, losing focus and only regaining full attention to class when they participate. 

You doubt you would have ever said a word to Mac until one day at the end of class your professor announced the midterm will be a group project presentation, it was a small project so only groups of two. You sat directly in front of Mac that day, not by choice as you usually sat a few more seats or rows away to avoid them distracting you, but thank god you did. You watched as your classmates started those awkward introductions while asking to be partners and you were about to do the same with the person next to you when you heard Mac’s voice behind you. 

“Hey Y/N, would you like to collaborate on the project with me?” You turned to the sound of their voice and see Mac giving you a friendly smile.

For JUST a second, you didn’t say anything, this was the first time you were face to face with them, and they were looking straight back at you, and they knew your name, and they wanted to work with you.

You quickly snapped out of your thoughts. “Oh… yeah okay”

“Great, do you mind if we exchange numbers? We can also go over where and when to get started. My schedule is fairly empty this week, how about you?”

You wrote down your number and handed it to them. “I’m a little busy this week with the midterms for my other classes. Is it okay if we meet up tomorrow? It allows us to get started as soon as possible and I can make an appointment for one of the study rooms at the library. One of the ones with a small projector so we can also practice presenting whatever progress we make.”

Mac smiled seemed to grow a little bigger, but that was probably your imagination. “Sounds like a productive plan, I’ll text you later to ask which study room you were able to schedule”, they answered. With that you both exchanged goodbyes and went on your separate ways.

You walked to your next class feeling like you were on cloud nine. You tried remembering every detail of their face while replaying everything you two said. It felt like you just got asked out,nope, don’t think about it like that. Remember, unlike you, Mac knew what they were doing in class and were definitely cable of doing this project alone if they cou— 

Oh shit. 

It finally dawned on you that you are going to do this project with Mac. The smartest person in your class is your project partner and tomorrow you two are going to work together and Mac will see how little you actually know about statistics. They’re going to become frustrated when they find out their project partner is someone who is just barely getting by. You have a lot of studying and research to do before tomorrow.

…

Little did you know, Mac was just as excited about being partners.

During the first day of class, Mac also noticed you, they thought you were cute and would have left it at that until you sat a row ahead of them 2 days later. They noticed your laptop, everything so clearly labeled and categorized, organized. You took notes with such precision, unlike other students you were not furiously typing, you broke down the material in such a clear manner, structured. Later, Mac would often see you going up to the professor after class to ask follow up questions, inquisitive. In a few instances they saw you at the library, studying for your courses, dedicated. Mac could tell there was more to you than your cute face, they wanted to see that, and this project was a great opening.

Though, that didn’t mean they weren’t nervous themselves. They felt you two would click if y’all just got closer, but in their mind you allowing them in meant proving to you that you’re both equals. Mac was confident in their abilities, in the proper setting they could possibly even sweep you off your feet(figuratively) with their intelligence. But, after your first official conversation something became clear to them, they became, as others have put it: stupid with love. Their heart skipped a beat when you finally made eye contact and hearing you come up with such an efficient plan so quickly made their face feel red, god they hoped it wasn’t obvious. 

Nonetheless, Mac finally got their chance to be alone with you, talking and working one-on-one, and they are ready to make a superb impression.

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My first ever time posting writing on Tumblr, I’m sweating. I’ve consumed fanfiction for years now and the first time I decide to write some of my own it’s for a college AU of a damn computer 😭

I promise the next part is actually showing these idiots in love 🙏

[zurazurax2]

This all came about when I could not get @/veryfruitywriting’s ideas for Mac in a college AU out of my head. I had to release it and after 1 Mac induced writing spree here it is. I wasn’t even able to finish it so this is more of a part one. I already started a part two if anyone cares and should be posting that soon.

@veryfruitywriting I love your writing and I hope you enjoy this. (Let me know if you’re not comfortable being tagged or mentioned!)

Some context: based on the game the MC (us) does not seem like a math person, they are smart but seem more artistically or creatively inclined. So here we do not have a Math or Science major/minor. This also follows more of an ‘idiots in love’ trope.

Word Count: 1.2k 

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You’re probably in over your head in this class. Why did you choose a 200 level class to complete your math gen ed course? It was even worse that you chose Statistic II, completely skipping over Statistics I, you’re surprised the university even let you do that. You registered late and there were not many classes available, thinking back you should have just waited until next semester to complete your math gen ed. Either way you are here, in the CompSci building, every Monday and Wednesday, from 12:00 PM to 1:45 PM, surrounded by people who probably know what they’re doing compared to you. Still, you’re not one to throw in the towel, and you definitely do not want your money to go to waste, so you try your best to understand statistics. 

It is still really hard, you are in the middle of the semester with constant terms being thrown around that you don’t know, and the professor not explaining certain concepts in detail because they were “covered it Stats I”. Almost every class you leave with your head feeling physically heavy with the amount of new information you learned, and a list of terms to look up so your homework assignment doesn’t just sound like gibberish. Though, in the midst of all this stress there is one thing outside of your own determination to pass that keeps you from giving up on the class entirely. That being your classmate, Mac. 

You’ve noticed them since the first day of class, already seated inside the classroom, being the first person to show up with you being the second. Aside from that they definitely stood out from the rest of your classmates. Having this computery aesthetic with their wheelchair and glasses looking like RGB lights, the back cushion of their wheelchair resembling a monitor, not to mention they wore almost all black daily, with short or folded up sleeves, displaying the sleeve tattoos they have on each arm. Mac tended to sit around the edges of the middle rows in class, near an outlet to charge the laptop they always had out. Constantly doing something it, occasionally taking notes but often it was something unrelated to class. Random articles they read, cat videos, chats with what you assume are their friends opened, some smart-looking graphs that you assume are analytics (of what though??), and what you are sure is a livestream of their pet mouse in a cage chilling back in their dorm. 

Other than appearance they participated the most in class, with how often they knew the answers to questions you would have guessed they already took this course. Mac seemed so smart but also effortlessly cool, always having a neutral, yet friendly, expression on them. You might have a bit of a crush on them… though you convince yourself nothing will ever happen and Mac can just serve as some eye candy for this class until the semester ends. You say this, yet you have actively made the effort to sit in any row in front of them each class or else you find yourself staring at them, losing focus and only regaining full attention to class when they participate. 

You doubt you would have ever said a word to Mac until one day at the end of class your professor announced the midterm will be a group project presentation, it was a small project so only groups of two. You sat directly in front of Mac that day, not by choice as you usually sat a few more seats or rows away to avoid them distracting you, but thank god you did. You watched as your classmates started those awkward introductions while asking to be partners and you were about to do the same with the person next to you when you heard Mac’s voice behind you. 

“Hey Y/N, would you like to collaborate on the project with me?” You turned to the sound of their voice and see Mac giving you a friendly smile.

For JUST a second, you didn’t say anything, this was the first time you were face to face with them, and they were looking straight back at you, and they knew your name, and they wanted to work with you.

You quickly snapped out of your thoughts. “Oh… yeah okay”

“Great, do you mind if we exchange numbers? We can also go over where and when to get started. My schedule is fairly empty this week, how about you?”

You wrote down your number and handed it to them. “I’m a little busy this week with the midterms for my other classes. Is it okay if we meet up tomorrow? It allows us to get started as soon as possible and I can make an appointment for one of the study rooms at the library. One of the ones with a small projector so we can also practice presenting whatever progress we make.”

Mac smiled seemed to grow a little bigger, but that was probably your imagination. “Sounds like a productive plan, I’ll text you later to ask which study room you were able to schedule”, they answered. With that you both exchanged goodbyes and went on your separate ways.

You walked to your next class feeling like you were on cloud nine. You tried remembering every detail of their face while replaying everything you two said. It felt like you just got asked out,nope, don’t think about it like that. Remember, unlike you, Mac knew what they were doing in class and were definitely cable of doing this project alone if they cou— 

Oh shit. 

It finally dawned on you that you are going to do this project with Mac. The smartest person in your class is your project partner and tomorrow you two are going to work together and Mac will see how little you actually know about statistics. They’re going to become frustrated when they find out their project partner is someone who is just barely getting by. You have a lot of studying and research to do before tomorrow.

…

Little did you know, Mac was just as excited about being partners.

During the first day of class, Mac also noticed you, they thought you were cute and would have left it at that until you sat a row ahead of them 2 days later. They noticed your laptop, everything so clearly labeled and categorized, organized. You took notes with such precision, unlike other students you were not furiously typing, you broke down the material in such a clear manner, structured. Later, Mac would often see you going up to the professor after class to ask follow up questions, inquisitive. In a few instances they saw you at the library, studying for your courses, dedicated. Mac could tell there was more to you than your cute face, they wanted to see that, and this project was a great opening.

Though, that didn’t mean they weren’t nervous themselves. They felt you two would click if y’all just got closer, but in their mind you allowing them in meant proving to you that you’re both equals. Mac was confident in their abilities, in the proper setting they could possibly even sweep you off your feet(figuratively) with their intelligence. But, after your first official conversation something became clear to them, they became, as others have put it: stupid with love. Their heart skipped a beat when you finally made eye contact and hearing you come up with such an efficient plan so quickly made their face feel red, god they hoped it wasn’t obvious. 

Nonetheless, Mac finally got their chance to be alone with you, talking and working one-on-one, and they are ready to make a superb impression.

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My first ever time posting writing on Tumblr, I’m sweating. I’ve consumed fanfiction for years now and the first time I decide to write some of my own it’s for a college AU of a damn computer 😭

I promise the next part is actually showing these idiots in love 🙏