"I now see why you had accumulated 100TB of fanfic," Mac starts, having already baited you into conversation with the gift offer. While they don't regret their update, they do feel some sympathy for your loss of a majority of your fanfic. You seemed to enjoy writing it— and they loved being there for it. They can't bring it back, but they can have a show of support; by encouraging you to start writing again with some of their own.

"Now, I haven't gathered quite as much experience as you—" they warn, their hands pressed to their cheeks in a weak attempt to hide their soft blush. Even though they're embarrassed, a file pops up on your monitor. They even went as far as to recreate an AO3 format, with tags and an author's note that reads I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoy your typing... And double-clicking.

It's a fairly sweet fanfic. Though the 'slow-burn' tag is there for no real reason. It's barely midway into the chapter before it delves into something steamier. From Mac shuddering from your use of their mouse, to a detailed description of how they hold your waist as they—

"So?" They interject, an excited smile on their lips as they roll a bit closer to you. Giving your ankle a playful bump, they tilt their head curiously.

"Decent? Good? Enjoyable?"