Hii! This could be a small one shot or written as head cannons, you can choose, BUT when Mac asked for time to be with other people I was seriously bummed, so much so every time I spent time with other characters (like extreme sports with the Hanks or playing board games with Parker) I though to myself “I wonder if Mac would be jealous?”. All this to ask if you would you be willing to write for jealous Mac? Like maybe them getting jealous during this period in the game, after they said they wanted time be with others and before we get together? Thanks if you do! 🫶
oh i love this idea!! also i agree! my heart broke when they said that!! like how r u gonna sweep me off my feet with your wonderful words and then roll me over with ur wheelchair the next 🚬🚬🚬
ARE YOU JEALOUS?
a mac ( date everything! ) x reader oneshot
word count: 2K! (2,716)
quick note: i understand there’s some opinions about Mac’s statement on separating during our interaction with them. so, for the sake of the story, the reader has no interest in the others! they solely have eyes on Mac and feels truly connected to them than the rest!
“It’d be healthy for our ultimate emotional connection if we spend some time seeing others.”
“Listen, I don’t want to hurt your feelings or anything…”
You felt your jaw tighten and a horrible cramp forming at your lower stomach. After that sentence, you had zoned out slightly. You couldn’t help but feel betrayed by Mac’s suggestion. Mac continued to plead their case but all you could think was the effort you had put it for them. You listened to them. Listened to their needs. You followed their steps carefully to ensure the update went smoothly; you barely had slept due to the excitement buzzing through your body. And now, they’re updated and ready to explore.
Your eyes catch their gaze. A shaky breath leaves you. After a moment, you gave them a steady nod. Your heart hesitated but your voice was quick to agree. You wanted to avoid any unwanted conversation about this. Agreeing to this was the key to leaving this topic here and now. They looked so happy about this, so willing to explore the people who live in this house as well. To meet those outside of these office walls. You couldn’t say no to that face, not now at least. You had to remind yourself that Mac wasn’t yours and you weren’t theirs. It had only been a couple of days of finally being able to see each other face to face. You two weren’t dating. That was the sad truth.
After that conversation, you called it a night. You both bid each other a goodbye and you closed the door behind you. Standing alone in the hallway, you removed your glasses and leaned against the wall with your shoulder. The pink stained glasses laid at the palm of your hands. If Mac wants to mingle with others then they will get to do exactly that. You weren’t going to stop them. You both agreed in a week, you both would sit and talk about the future of this relationship.
After the next day, it was quiet between you two. Especially from your end. You didn’t mean to do it out of spite by any means. In your mind, if you weren’t around often then that meant they were able to talk and communicate with the others more. And if that would speed up the process, then you were more than willing to do it by any means. It didn’t mean you two weren’t talking at all. Of course you two were. It was mostly just small talk. Occasional questions about certain programming words and lists of other files they needed to sort out. Truthfully, you had gotten busy too.
You decided to take their suggestion and meet the rest of the housemates. You had to admit that after meeting and talking to a handful of them; you were confident that Mac was truly the only one for you. You had no doubt at first but now it was solidified. Most of them were friendly and of course, showed more than friendly interest, when you met some of them before Mac, but they never clicked for you. No one did until you met them. Which is why you felt so disappointed and hurt at their suggestion.
You began to think about them during your hangouts with your newly founded friends. Were you not good enough for them? Did you say or do something wrong? Had they been eyeing someone to begin with? Some of your friends began to notice your unusual demeanor. You spoke with your trusted friend Dorian and gave him the situation without mentioning Mac’s name. After a good proper talk, you felt better about the situation. That aching pain in your chest was beginning to fade away and your appetite was returning to normal. You didn’t feel hurt whenever you found Mac talking to someone. You felt happy for them.
Dorian talked some sense into you. Helping you come to a realization that they were all new to this. They were finally able to speak to one another beyond their designated walls. All of them had their eyes on you but when they were able to converse with fellow housemates, they learned new things about themselves. Unlocking their likes and dislikes, their attraction towards others, and truly discovering who they were meant to be. That even applied to you. Dorian smiled down at you as he pointed out that the smile on your face was beginning to grow brighter with each passing day. You were in a small D&D campaign with Chance and Parker. You learned how to properly cook a meal (or rather enhanced your cooking skills) with Stefan. You decided to give your dusty gym equipment a try with Dunk. You became a daredevil with the Hanks and joined their extreme adventures. You finally played that game you had gotten on sale months ago with Connie. All of these unique moments happened because of Mac. Dorian places a hand on your shoulder as he notices the realization in your eyes. You felt great about yourself and your self esteem was better than ever. This is what Mac wanted to experience. You wanted Mac to be able to experience this amazing feeling too.
During your work hours, Mac had noticed you had been very determined to do your assignments in a quick and efficient manner. They look into your work, trying to find any mistake to have some sort of reason for you to slow down and stay a bit longer. Their eyes find themselves on you, their shoulders slouching in defeat while they watch you pack your office essentials in the drawers. There was a slight pang of regret in their chest. During the past few days, they had no real connections with the people they had mingled with. Sure, some bloomed into friendship but nothing felt like the first day you two had talked. The first day you two locked eyes. They felt your eyes on them, forcing them to stop daydreaming and peer back at you. You gave them a sweet smile, quickly bidding a goodbye just like you have been the past couple of days. They only nodded and slightly watched you leave.
They were slowly going insane without you. You no longer lingered at the computer for long hours, you didn’t ask much help anymore, you looked.. amazing with the other dateables. Mac would catch themself staring directly at you across the hallway whenever you passed by with Parker. Noticing your red face and loud laughter. They felt their heart twist and their eyebrows furrowing. The person they were with was still speaking, not noticing Mac’s changed attitude. What was Parker saying that made you react that way? Pfft, that was nothing. You laugh just as hard, maybe even more, when they showed you those funny vine compilations on YouTube. Mac smiled at themself, feeling foolish and new to this weird sensation they had seeing you with the others.
As much as they tried to brush it off, it was getting hard to do so. You were appearing so often around the house, everyday with someone new. Your smile grew brighter. You were practically glowing with these new interactions you were given. Mac felt their wires burn in jealousy. That was the feeling. Jealousy. They wanted you to look at them. Just once. But you never did. You continued forth with your new friends, their arms wrapped around your shoulder in what seemed like a friendly manner. But to Mac, it looked more than that. Even when Mac was with someone else, your name was brought up somehow in the conversation. “Yeah, Homie! Y/N had guts, man! Didn’t think they’d go hang gliding with us!” “We have a new song coming out soon, Y/N helped Johnny and I produce it.” “My upcoming book is turning out beautifully with the help of Y/N.” Mac felt their body spark with this unwanted feeling of jealousy. They would scoff and try to one up their moments with you with the ones you two had shared.
To those who continued to flirt with you, they were going to be the death of Mac. Their eyes watched as you blushed slightly, waving away the flirtatious comments. You, of course, didn’t take it to heart as you knew your heart belonged to Mac. But from what Mac was seeing, it didn’t seem that way. Oh god, what if you had decided not to pursue things further with Mac after this? What if someone had already caught your attention? Without thinking, they wheeled over to you. Waving at you and the group you were in. You looked surprised at their appearance, curious of where they had just come from, before flashing them a smile. That smile of yours caused them to melt in their chair. Unable to speak and that wave of jealously washing away for just a moment. They had completely forgotten why they had come here before finally noticing how Tony was looking at you. Tony spoke once more, a blush on his face while he continued with his charming words. Only for it to be interrupted by Mac.
“You definitely can look up articles to help you with your project.” Mac began, waving their hand around, almost brushing off Tony’s flirty advice. “They will 100% show much better and more effective than whatever Tony is trying to do.” Your eyebrows raise and a shocked smile lingers on your face. Mac wasn’t even sure what Tony and you were talking about, all they heard was workshop and meeting sometime tomorrow. That was all they really needed in their own opinion. “Wha? You gon just brush me off just like that? I’m a toolbox, for pete sake.” Tony frowned, his hand now placed on each side of his hips. “I’m a professional. Y/N could learn a thing or two from me, bud. I gots hands-on experience.” Tony exclaimed. “While that might be the case,” Mac had to refrain themselves from rolling their eyes, “I can guarantee that I can find much more useful information with people who have 10x more experience than you.
Mac looked back at you, expecting you to willingly follow their lead but all you could do was just grin at them. “Thanks, Mac.” You spoke up, “But Tony was nice enough to clear his schedule to help me. Don’t worry, I think he knows what he’s doing.” Mac sat there in disbelief. Their smile twitched slightly and they cleared their throat, “If you say so. I’m here if he disappoints you.” With that, you had a feeling as to why Mac was here.
They were growing a bit more desperate. Their tactics of talking to you falling through. They flirt with you and you respond with a blush and thank you, just like you’ve been doing with the others. They wanted to be the only one to make you flustered. They wanted to be the one to wrap their arms around you. To make you laugh until you were wheezing. Why were you doing this to them? They spent the night feeding into their chaotic thoughts; making up scenarios in their head, tossing and turning at the possibilities. They let out a soft groan, wiping the sweat off of their forehead as they tried their best to calm down. They had no one to blame but themself.
It was finally the end of the week. They looked up once you stepped in the office. A steaming cup of coffee in your hand, one that was possibly made by Kopi. That thought alone made Mac’s face scrunch up. You looked a bit nervous, unsure how this conversation would go. Even after the fun week, you couldn’t deny the fact that you were afraid to know if Mac wanted to continue forward with you. You knew your answer, but what was theirs?
“I’m glad you came back. I know actually showing up probably wasn’t easy. There was some tension regarding how we disengaged from our conversation about this.” You nodded and they waited. For what? You weren’t sure. Mac wanted to hear you say you missed them. That none of them compared to them. They didn’t want to admit how they went down a spiral after seeing you mingle with the others. They wanted you to beg to be with them. You exhaled softly, placing the coffee on the desk before trying to sort out the words in your head. “It wasn't easy agreeing,” You admitted, “but I’m okay now.” Their shoulders dropped slightly. “I will be okay with whatever you decide. If you wish to be with me or not, I’ll understand.” You looked at them, smiling softly though there was a sad glimpse of sadness in your eyes. There was a moment of silence before Mac sighed. “Did you find someone?” They ask roughly, not thinking thoroughly. You were taken aback by their question. Their eyebrows furrowed and their face showed disappointment. Before you could even ask what they were talking about, they continued. “Whatever they have, I can do better. Seriously, with all the power of the internet at my fingertips, I can get you anything and everything you desire.”
“Mac—” “You want to cook something new for dinner? I have 50 articles of easy meals for you on the go. Want to play some games? I have access to thousands and thousands of video games just for you.” “And can I also point out and say, you are looking quite attractive this fine morning.” They face flushed, though you couldn’t tell if it was for their attempt of flirting or that they were overheating with what seemed to be an overwhelming sense of emotions.
“Listen, I had dalliances, of course.” They admitted, which weirdly enough didn’t make your stomach turn. “And no matter what I was doing and who I was with, I never stopped thinking about you.” They cupped their burning face. “So, whoever you were with, I can confidently say that I can compete with them.” Before they could go on another tangent about how they were better for you (without actually saying those words), you quickly stopped them. “Mac, have you been jealous this entire time?” With that, they froze. Their breathing stopped and their widened eyes burned into you, “Jealous?” They scoffed out. “No, I’m not jealous. I just…” They were 100% jealous. If you were to look into your search history right now, you were most likely to see definitions of that specific word plastered all over. “This all happened because you wanted it. You do know that, right?” You tilted your head slightly, crossing your arms over your chest as Mac continued to look flustered.
“I know. I just didn’t know this would take such a toll on me. The fans have been working overtime to cool me down whenever I see you with someone else. I never felt such electric emotions run through my wires before.” They looked more calm now. More vulnerable. “I missed you. I missed everything about you.”
Your arms unravel themselves and fall to your side, your standing posture growing firmer at this confession. “Really?” You ask softly. They smiled softly, faint stars in their eyes as they nod, “With every integrated circuit in my RAM.” There was a flash of uncertainty in their eyes before they continued, “Did you miss me too?”
“More than anything.”
“Believe me, Mac. They were only friends. I was only thinking about you the entire time.” They let out a sigh of relief at your comforting words. “I want to be with you, I want to upgrade this relationship we have.” Mac admitted softly, “Do you wish for that as well?” You smile tenderly, stepping towards them and sitting down on your office chair, finally meeting them at eye level. Then, you turn towards the computer and type in ‘YES’ into the programming terminal.
With that, they let out a shaky sigh and smiled brightly at you. You could faintly hear the fans starting to work in the background, the flush of Mac’s face slowly disappearing. Mac grabbed your hand and rubbed the back of it gently, before lifting it up and giving it a quick kiss. “I’ll forever be yours.”
AHHH i hope this is what you were looking for 💔💔
this is definitely longer than the other fanfics i’ve written so far!! this was so so fun to write!
thank you for requesting this, anon!!
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Sliding into your request box to ask for some Mac masturbating over your pictures
macsturbating if you will...
First we got Macshots now Macsturbating... [Afab for this one but I can do Amab if needed/ needy Mac]
It was a boring Sunday. Mac was lying in bed, you had to go run a few errands, leaving them with a kiss on their cheek, and a promise to buy them something while you were out. Mac stayed under the covers of your fluffy bedding, only in an old university hoodie you owned and their boxers.
A familiar ache was biting at their pelvis. Their fingertips burned to touch something, needing to feel more than just the warmth around them. Fuck they could feel the morning thoughts of you swirl in and out of their mind. The wet dream they had of you, the image of your face in pure ecstasy, your moans, sounds, voice, everything.
God, it made it so much harder when you're away from Mac. It feels unfair when they're all in the mood without you.
Mac's eyes drift around your shared bedroom, their glasses resting on the nightstand beside the bed, their phone charging next to it. They took it off the charger, unlocked it and begin to think
Porn? No. Not the same, they can watch it with you, but mainly their eyes stay on you. Not the poor acting and fake moans on the screen.
They could call you, panting, moaning into the phone receiver about how badly they want to touch and taste you. But you were out doing errands, who knows where you could be at, and as desperate as Mac's situation was, they could be mean but not cruel.
They opened a few apps, on and off. Maybe a distraction, their core as throbbing, pulsing, everything around them felt fuzzy in comparison. Like the world was blurring and their vision needed to focus. When Mac opened their gallery their eyes zoned in on an image.
Oh a picture of you from your dinner date a week ago. You looked perfect, not a hair out of place, or a detail poorly placed. You were wearing an outfit Mac picked for you, it looked stunning.
So stunning.
Their lower stomach fluttered.
Oh you looked, so....delectable.
Mac's chest heaved, their right hand slipped down their body, and they pulled the hoodie up, biting down on the hem to pull it up. Keeping it in place. That and to quiet any noise. Their left kept the phone, the right slowly slipped under their boxers.
Fuck they were already wet, their clit was pulsing. Mac inhaled through their nose, their eyes stayed on the image of you. Their thumb and pointer stroked the sensitive bud, slowly. Pulling the hood back, focusing on the more sensitive flesh underneath.
Mac's back arched, but they didn't close their eyes yet. No they needed to imagine you, they wanted to see you. Like a spark, their eyes widen.
What if you came back early? Came back to see them trying to fuck themselves underneath the covers?
To catch them.
Oh, that made their heart race. What could you say? Would you be delighted to see them? For Mac to take the initiative get themselves so wet and ready for you? For your fingers, your lips? Mac's fingers leave their clit, they roll over on their side, hand still caught between their legs, slipping in and out their dripping folds.
The phone laid on the bed, with their now free hand, Mac gripped at their stomach, imagining your hands. From their stomach, to their thighs, to their chest, their nipples. Your hands can wander anywhere and they'd be so responsive.
Would you praise them? Tease? Be condescending? Tell them off for getting off without you?
Their finger slips past the warmth of their cunt, thrusting in slowly, punishing slow. Their eyes flutter, their head falling forward with a soft sound leaving their lips. Their drool leaking down onto the fabric of the hoodie as their mind imagines.
Mac could feel what your hands could do to them, the more their eyes focused on your image, the more they wanted nothing more than for your fingers to replace theirs. But this wasn't good enough. Even when they slightly curled their fingers, perfectly sending a tingle down their spine. Leaving them huffing and panting, voice muffled from the fabric of the hoodie.
Their other hand moves to their clit, stroking it as their fingers continue the slow pace, they needed to savor this. Mac could spend hours like this, in a beautiful torture until you got back, with only your picture to fuel them. Time slowed, and everything went silent other than their breathing and the apparent dampness on their boxers. Mac groaned when their fingers quickened, but fuck they needed to be slow.
"Ah fuck...[name]..."
Mac's voice was shaky, their fingers felt like they were shaking, their body heaved, and each breath felt light and shaky. They felt the coil in their abdomen get infinitely tighter.
But their eyes never left you, even half-lidded and feeling light-headed off the idea of you catching them in the act or walking in at the perfect moment. Face flushed, hair tossed, tattooed biceps flexing underneath the fabric. Their fingers pumping in and out slowly were covered in their essence, dripping down the back of their hand and palm, the thumb rolling and stroking their clit was uneven, shaky, they were so close.
"Baby...fuck..please.."
With a silent moment. The peak of their climax descended onto them, their breath caught, their jaw went slack, the hoodie leaving their lips as they moaned loudly, fuck they hoped you could hear it wherever you were, their legs shook slightly, leaving their body shivering.
Mac gasped and groaned, their fingers not completely stopping, they wanted this feeling to last, fuck everything outside of this sensation seemed to blurry.
After a few minutes, the breath in their chest escaped through their lips, and their chest evened out in breathing. Their fingers slipped from their folds, their hands rested on their stomach, fuck they could tell they left a stain on the bed. Another reason for you to get home. Mac rolled to their phone, the lovely picture of you still on the screen.
Fuck maybe they should call you to get home sooner.
I feel like this has serious oneshot fic potential, I just suck at writing
More variations under cut vvv
+ theres this edited sound on tiktok that's been looping in my head and I couldn't stop thinking about it. I think it might be this song though :PP not sure
so we all know how most people draw roni in the mad scientist au as a frankenstein, right? well, i prepose the idea of mac reviving him frankenweenie style: mac was so devastated when roni died that they went to dig him back up and that’s what lowkey kinda jump started mac to start messing around w the dead. okay. imma leave this here. roni’s #1 fan out.
