Hi, so what if,,,, Strong Reader x Mac🥹 because it would be sweet if the Reader just carries Mac and their wheelchair when they have to go down the stairs or something like that😚😚
AW CUTE!!
ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇʀᴏ - ᴍᴀᴄ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
Mac already knew you were so, so strong, even before the accident.
They observed you a lot of times: going through the office while cleaning, dealing with furniture and objects with care, moving them around without any effort while keeping the desk tidy and chasing every single grain of dust. It's something that made their processors purring and funny-reacting almost as much as your wonderful double clicking. Yeah.
Once awakened and got to know you better, Mac didn't skimp on compliments on how strong you are and how they enjoyed staring at you lifting this or that with not a drop of sweat included and always with a smile on your face, and kept on talking or watching you with starry eyes while you were busy on your duties around the room.
Then, it happens.
It's one of those days Mac feels in enough force to take a small walk around with the help of the crutches; it's early morning, you are nowhere to be found, presumably asleep like many of the other objects, and they are too bored to stay sit and wait for someone to come. What a better day to sneak into the kitchen and chat with the gang there, or to play something with Connie while listening to Keyes performing?
But they don't manage to reach the kitchen, or Connie. Maybe their feet fail them, maybe they don't coordinate the movements of the crutches with the legs...
... But, all of sudden, the floor is approaching fast. Really, reallyyyy fast. Too much to allow them to process what's going on and react.
Then, a pair of hands grabs them and stops the falling - and the ruin that would come after -, and Mac finds themselves with the head nearer to the ceiling than the ground... in your arms.
For the first time, they see you heavily breathing, lips parted in a silent scream; a moment of silence stretches between you two, eyes locked, their hands clutching your shoulders and yours slightly trembling - not for the physical effort... but for the terror of what could have happened.
"... Are you fine, Mac?" "AAAAAH I KNEW YOU WERE MY HERO!"
Both of you speak at the same time, different tones and reactions; then stare at each other in silence again, and a smile crosses your faces.
"... I suppose you are fine, then" you whisper, before adjusting their weight in your arms and holding them closer to your chest. "Where was my favorite genius headed? Your knight is here to serve you, Your Highness."
You manage to ease the moment cracking a joke, and Mac answers with the same tune, the falling already forgotten and left behind like a bad dream. Being in your arms heals and sends away every fear they could have from now on.
Guess what: you already were their soft weakness, but now their love for you burns even brighter, like their face when you enter the office and they are suddenly ready for a trip around the house.
You don't have to ask: their arms are stretched out for you the moment you step in... and how can you not melt at the sight of their adorable, giant smile and puppy eyes as they wait for you to lift them? It's a pull too irresistible, you must give in.
"Yeeessss! Princess carrying!!!"
They simply love the sensation of having their feet free to move, their arms wrapped around your neck and their giggle audible from miles away; their speech increases in speed by how excited they get - to stay with you, to be seen with you, for everything -, and they have the moment of their life everytime they can hear your heartbeat under the fingers. In exchange, the softness and heat of their body is almost additing, dangerous...
"What about a tour in your private rooms... for scientific purposes, of course!"
However, when you are carrying them around for some time, Mac genuinely asks if you want to rest a bit. You proved yourself more than worthy of their praise, no need to hurt yourself for them!
For this, when you are taking somewhere not only them, but also their wheelchair, they don't stop a second in asking if you are fine, if you need to take a moment of rest, if your arms hurt and so on.
You called it upon yourself, but let's be honest here, nobody thinks you will complain that much.
And when you help them return to and sit on their wheelchair, it’s another chapter of your day together: the moment when they put on their glasses and start an invisible engine with their voice, and you run and push the entire wheelchair (and them) on the circuit of your own house, much to Mac unadulterated joy and among the baffled stares and comments of the other Dateables.
Guess who is scolded by both Celia and Dorian, after.
It doesn't stop anything.
