How about something sweet and domestic for Markus? Like him just being happy with his s/o.
A/N: Of course! I apologize for the delay but I really hope you enjoy this!
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Home Cooked (Markus RK200 x Reader)
“Alarm deactivated. Welcome home, Markus.”
Confused yet confident were the words Markus would’ve used to describe the state you were in.
Confused as to what you were doing but confident you could still finish making dinner without burning the house down.
It had been a week since you had been at your Uncle Carl’s house to help around while his sickness seemed to get worse.
“Okay so now gotta start chopping...” You mumbled to yourself as you grabbed the knife and brought it over to the cutting board with the vegetables.
Markus leaned against the door frame, his green eyes never leaving your sight as you chopped.
Markus never thought he’d ever be so intrigued by someone. Your personality was just so addicting, being around you made him feel different.
“Ah shit!” You cursed loudly as you pulled your hand away.
Without any hesitation, Markus was already in front of you looking at your new wound.
“It’s just a small cut. No stitches are needed and I can bandage it for you.” He said.
“Thanks. Were you watching me cook?” You asked feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, something that happened around him more often than you had enjoyed.
Markus nodded, “I was. It’s interesting watching you. Are you making a stew?”
“Yes I am. Well attempting to. Can’t really cook for shit...” You muttered.
“I can cook dinner for you if you’d like (Y/N).”
“No, Markus really you don’t have to-“
“Then allow me to help you.” Markus offered quickly.
You contemplated for a second.
He was always already doing everything around the house. Sure this was what he was designed to do but you still felt bad, but looking back over your shoulder at the failure in process that was dinner you subconscious told you extra hands that were experienced wouldn’t be too much trouble.
“Alright fine.” You nodded as you turned back to the food.
Markus grinned a little, the idea of cooking with you seemed so personal to him.
“So have you always tried cooking?” Markus asked trying to make conversation as he began to chop the vegetables.
“Did you just say try?” You asked him, your eyes not meeting his.
Markus could feel his insides heat up.
“I’m sorry if I offended you! I meant-“
Your laughter cut him off quickly, the sound making his thirium pump slow in his chest.
“It’s okay Markus. I’m only kidding but yes I do try to cook. Sometimes I even try to bake.”
Markus nodded as you walked around him and opened the can of seasonings to dump into the pot.
“Do you enjoy taking care of my Uncle?” You asked looking in his direction.
There was something in his face that caught your attention. He frowned a little as if actually thinking for an answer to your question. His eyes met yours.
“It’s what I’m programmed to do..” The words seemed to linger out of his mouth as his eyes went down to his busy hands.
It was something Markus had been struggling with for awhile now. Trying to figure out who he was and seeing as to why he felt something was missing inside of him. He didn’t know what he really enjoyed or wanted.
“Hey,” You rested your hand on his shoulder making him look over to you. “I just really appreciate what you’ve done for him. He’s been more alive than I’ve seen him in the past few years..”
There was a silence that filled the air but a comfortable one between the two of you.
You broke the gaze and moved to stand in your previous spot beside him and grabbed a knife to finish cutting the onions to place them into the pot.
You cut at a slow pace and some pieces came out smaller or larger than others.
“Allow me.” Markus offered as he took his spot behind you.
“Markus really I’ve got it.”
Markus ignored you as he placed his hands over yours and you could feel his chest press against your back and his shallow breaths hitting against your neck.
This was cruel, sickening even yet so intimate.
To be so close to him like this was all you wanted over the past couple of days but yet so cruel and odd for you to want attention from an android.
A plastic human that had a brain faster than a computer yet you craved for some form of intimacy from him and you were getting it from cutting onions.
Fucking onions.
“You want to place your fingers here so you don’t cut them accidentally..” Markus told you.
You could only manage a nod as your breathing was so slow and shallow.
You had wondered if Markus felt the same way. If he found you as attractive as you did him and if he was enjoying your short time you guys were having together.
“Alright. In they go.” Markus moved himself from you and grabbed the last of the food and dropped it into the pot.
The disappointment on your face had to be very obvious since Markus turned to look at you.
“Everything alright?” He asked.
You nodded, “Yeah I’m fine just the onions made my eyes a bit watery...Is it ready?”
Markus continued to add more seasonings and stir until he took a spoonful and motioned for you to get close.
He brought the spoon to your mouth and you opened to taste.
“How does it taste?” Markus asked.
You hummed in delight, “It’s really good.”
“Then I’ll prepare the table.” Markus nodded as he grabbed the bowls.
“I’ll go get Carl.” You said.
Markus continued making the food for the two of you while you went to get your Uncle.
Markus took the bowls to the dining room and set the table, getting your drinks ready as well.
Soon enough the two of you walked down the stairs and sat at the table began to eat.
“Oh wow. (Y/N) you made this?” Carl asked.
You shook your head, “I had some help from Markus.”
Carl nodded, “I was wondering how you could’ve made dinner by yourself without burning the house down.”
You scoffed, “That was one time! I didn’t know how long the cookies were supposed to be in for.”
“Right.” Carl said back to you sarcastically.
“Besides maybe Markus can help me make some cookies later. If that’s okay?”
Markus nodded, “I would enjoy that.”
A word he never thought he’d say and let alone meant but getting more alone time with you was something he looked forward to.
