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[Markus X Reader]: Ex Troubles

If your able to write Smut💦, can you privately message me please.😊

Y'all so thirsty, my first Connor X Reader has over 1k views. Jesus Christ.

This is hella short. Sorry, I've been trying to play Mystic Messenger and I missed 8+ chat rooms. So I feel ashamed. T_T 😭

Gotta wait till Monday to play Choices too, stuck playing Episode😒

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"Welcome Y/n." You smiled as you heard the sound of the automatic house welcoming you. You were currently in the home of your favorite neighbor who you so lovingly visited most of the time.

You walked a few feet in, but stopped when you spotted two figures by the top of the stairs.

"And I thought you weren't going to show up today." You watched as the machine connected to the wall had brought Carl down to ground level, Markus soon wheeling him over to you.

"Morning Carl." You gave a sheepish smile and a laugh, as you leaned over a bit to give Carl a gentle hug.

You released yourself from the hug as you moved over towards Markus who standing silently behind Carl. You placed a hand on his cheek. "Morning Markus."

"Good morning Y/n." Markus placed his hand over yours, still resting on his check, gazing into his green irises.

You removed your hand slowly, as you cleared your throat. You turned as you moved your legs in the direction of the dining room. Passing by the small robotic birds making 'chirping' sounds.

Yet, you missed the look of awe on Carl's face after witnessing the interaction between you and Markus. Markus wheeling him behind you.

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You walked straight towards the dining table, sitting in one of the chairs. You faced the flat-screen TV that was hung up, another deviant attack being broadcasted.

You gave a sigh, as listened to the reporter that was being televised on the screen. "Deviant reports have started from running away to having the urge to kill their owners."

"I know, it's been getting really hectic out there. Cyberlife having someone's blood on their hands now." Carl who was now sitting next to you, commented on your response.

"Would you like me to start breakfast, Carl."

"Yes Markus." You watched silently as Markus made his way to the kitchen, the door opening automatically as you he went through.

Now it was just you and Carl, it was complete and utter silence. The broadcast being televised was the only source of sound around you.

"So... how's Scott doing?" Carl gave you a side glance

Shit! He cought on to you, you were confident that Carl would catch on to you. But not in terms of your now past relationship. No wonder you keep visiting him.

"..What?" You murmured quietly as you stared at Carl, your nervousness was starting to rise as you started fiddling with your fingers.

"You know, Scott. The same boyfriend you've been drooling about." You gace a sigh, as you lazily leaned back into the comfortable chairs. Ready to confess everything.

"...we..we broke up." You gave Carl a sad look, as you looked down at your fingers as if they were the most interesting thing.

Carl's look of disbelief only showed how concern he was, his hand rested on your shoulder. His way of always reassuring you.