Misunderstood | rk200 Markus
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Word Count: ~1000
Requested by @all-hail-the-mad-queen
Request: If it's not too much to ask for another prompt (7+8 for Markus possibly x human!reader) where the reader is just really stressed out with helping at Jericho that they say 7 and Markus freaks out thinking they really want to die (just something fluffy and funny, I'm pretty easy to please)
#7: I want death
#8: What did you think I was thinking?
A/N: I’ve never really written for Markus considering I’ve always shipped him with North but this was a lot of fun to write, and I hope you enjoy!
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You glanced at the mess of papers before you, groaning inwardly at the amount of duties that had been placed on your shoulders. When you’d agreed to help Markus with public relations, you hadn’t expected this.
Revolution was easy, albeit messy and complicated. The aftermath was worse.
You’d been flying to DC once a month since the marches, reading between fine print constantly. One missed word could restrict the androids more than liberate them.
Markus was focused on running the operation, and there were some nights where you didn’t know when he was coming home. If you slept in the same bed, he was often gone by the time you woke up, in the study, setting up the day’s agenda.
It wasn’t just the two of you, though. The Board of Android Rights (BAR) helped the two of you. But everyone had responsibilities, their own burdens. You dealt with paperwork, Markus dealt with leading, North handled initiatives and campaigns, Connor worked on recruiting rogue deviants, and Josh focused on general public relations. There was talk of expanding the board, but that meant finding people who were interested, educated, and not trying to destroy the human race. So it stayed between the five of you for now.
This meant more work, more late nights. As the only human on the Board, you tried your best to keep up with the others. Still, they could do so much more...
You shook your head, trying to snap out of it. It was too late in the evening for this. You needed to do work, your deadlines close to being overdue.
A knock on the door disrupted you from your work, but you didn’t bother turning as it clicked open. Warm arms wrapped around your shoulders, hands clasped in front of your chest. Markus planted a gentle kiss on your cheek before surveying the work in front of you.
“You’re up late.” He remarked, and you scoffed.
“Thank you, Captain Obvious.” You mumbled, leaning back into the chair and closing your eyes.
“How are you feeling?” He asked, and you sighed, flashing open your eyes and sitting up.
“I want death.” You said seriously, and suddenly, you were spinning around, Markus kneeling in front of you. His eyes were intense, eyebrows furrowed. You’d seen this expression before, but it was never aimed at you.
“Do you really want to die? Did I do something wrong? Do you... do you not want to be with me?” He asked the last question nervously, and your eyes widened at his words. He looked so afraid, and you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt as you looked at him.
“Markus.” You said, trying to hide your smile and laughter. “Markus, I don’t want to die, and I don’t want to leave your side, so you can get that idea out of your head right now. Where on earth did you get that from?” You asked, cupping his face lightly.
“You said you wanted death. I thought..”
“It’s only an expression. Hyperbole. I’m just being dramatic. What did you think I was thinking?” You stroked his cheek with your thumb as you spoke, trying to soothe the android. If anything, your words seemed to make him tense up even more.
“I thought, for a moment, that you’d rather be dead than be with me.” He explained after a beat of silence. “I thought that because of our lack of time spent together in the last few weeks, I was being inadequate and not meeting your emotional and physical needs.”
You really hadn’t spent much time with him lately, that much was true. That didn’t mean you’d stopped caring entirely; you missed him, but you knew that this was his life. You didn’t want to get in the way of that. There was no way that you would be that selfish. The cause was more important than your need to be with him 24/7.
Both of you had been buried in your work for far too long. The last time you’d had more than a five minute conversation was the night before you first started the back and forth between DC and Detroit. You hadn’t even had time to properly unpack after the move, only unpacking enough to be barely functional in the house. All meals were solitary, and most days, all you saw of Markus were traces of him. His coat near the door, his balled up notes that littered the living room. When you weren’t in the study, you were running errands, or fast asleep in bed.
“I..” you trailed off, not knowing what to think. “I care about you so much, Markus. I didn’t leave your side then, and I won’t now. Please don’t ever think... I couldn’t imagine leaving you.” You said, giving him a little smile. “You’re so incredibly important to me.”
“I missed you.” He mumbled as you practically dove into his arms, your head moving to rest on his chest. “I missed talking to you.”
“We both got pretty carried away with work, huh?” You smiled, listening to his thirium pump. “I guess we don’t know when to take a break.”
“Clear your schedule for tomorrow.” He mumbled, his throat rumbling as you moved to bury your face into his neck. “I want to spend the day with you.”
“We’re staying in bed.” You hummed, thinking out loud. “I don’t want to do anything. No work, nothing.”
“That can be arranged.”
“Mm, I hope so.”
Within minutes, you were under the covers, snuggled into him. He was always so warm, but you never minded, just wanting to be with him.
You didn’t remember drifting off, but when you woke up, you were a little surprised to see him still next to you. His eyes blinked open, head turning to face you.
“Morning.” You grinned, reaching up and tracing his jawline. “I can’t remember the last time we had a day like this.”
“According to my data archives, never.” He informed you, a smile gracing his face. You laughed, gently tilting his chin down for a kiss.
There’d be more days like this, if it meant you were with him.
