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chronic-claire-universe · 2 years

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Congrats once again on 1k!! I'm happy to see your blog grow so much, it's so well deserved! 💜💜

I'd love to join the match up event (last minute, phew!)!

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Loni, she/they, 21

I'm an ENFJ, 2w3 and I'd describe myself as optimistic, entertaining, empathetic and creative!

I have a preference for men (although I don't care a lot about gender) and I like people who are quiet, calm and direct. The types that don't beat around the bush, yet they're sensible enough with their words. The type of person who can stay rational when I'm too emotional. On the other hand I also just love people who are cheeky and extroverted. Who can lift me up when I'm feeling low.

My favorite drinks are Bellinis and Peach Ice Tea!

As for kinks, I think my favorites are: Praise Kink, anything to do with hands, Bondage, Thigh riding, pet names and breeding!

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Hope you're having a great day/night! 💜

Bonjour mademoiselle Loni (I know I’m really late, but babe I needed inspiration again! Hope you don’t mind and you’re going to like it!), welcome a bit lately to the Savant Claire Brothel, here hundreds of people roam everyday in seek of pleasure but the only one who makes your heart beat fast is:

Warnings: Smut, Praise Kink, Bsdm, Slap, Praise Kink, Thig Riding, Minors DNIl, 18+

Jujutsu Kaisen: Suguru Getou

"Today is going to be my day!" you say with a bright smile while standing up from the bench in the change room, "Cant keep up with you" a colleague says while trying to put her collants on, "I know a reason why should be happy though" another says while pointing outside the door. Perking your eyes you notice the young corvine man drinking with a friend in the bar, "If I had someone like him, I would be happy to work here!" she continues checking the handsome duo, "Wanna know the other one?" you say innocently, "He's hot! Of course I wanna know him!" she shouts jumping up and down excited.

"Oh hello sir" you say while caressing his shoulder, “Loni, finally I brought a friend hope you don’t mind” he says while kindly smiling at you, “Not at all!- actually this is Akari” you say while she pleads with fond eyes the white haired man, “Nice to me-” “Heyy Loni, it’s good to finally see you” the other man says while putting an arm on your back trying to adress your attention to him, “I’m sorry bu-” you stop when you see Suguru slapping his friend on the face, “Shut the fuck up idiot, she’s with me and you know it! Know your place if you don’t want a blue eye next time” he says with his cold smile making his friend hiss with a smirk, “Ok Ok, Satoru Gojo, we will see each other again!” he says taking Akari and guiding her to a table ordering tons of desserts.

“The usual?” Suguru says looking at you and you nodd, “I hope you may forgive silverass, he is kind of an attention whore, sugar addicted and a bit obnoxious” he adds chuckling, “Don’t worry I got it, I would have just ignored him, you came for me after all” you say with a smile caressing his thig, “Mh wanna go somewhere else?” he says with a smirk and he moves knowing this place just like the back of his hand, “Here pretty, drink” he says giving you your bellini and patting his lap you sit only to feel something pocking your clothed pussy, “Mmm Suguru” you say with a smirk looking fondly at his and feeling his hands caressing all over your body.

“Here!” you suddenly feel your hands trapped tightly, “Don’t worry pretty, you’re going to enjoy it” his hands caress your cheeks and you can’t help but blush feeling the warm feeling tracing wherever his fingerprints go to. The legs trying to move to give you a sense of relief but it’s difficult moving, “Straight back!” he orders and adjusting your position on your lap, if you grind this thig correctly I may reward you with the cock you really like” he whispers into your ear making you shiver and feel your liquids go down his pants, “Go on doll, I know you can do it” he encourages you starting to move your panties and helping you rubbing into his thig “Are you enjoying this?” he says while taking your boobs out of the bra, “So pretty” and pinch at your nipples making you hiss in pain but going faster, “Ah fuck sir, wanna cum!” you say and bit your lips trying to concentrate over the delicious friction his pants give you, “Go on doll, make a mess” he says while looking at your expression and taking your hips he helps you coming undone and pour out all your cum. “Mmm Suguru” you moan while smiling at him, “Wanna fuck me now?” he says and before you know it you’re bent over the mini couch.

#the brothel matchup #claire milestone #jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk geto

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yaachtynoboat711 · 5 years

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Fonder 5.2

A/N: So this is obvi a follow-up of Ch.5 as well as its conclusion. Hopefully, the plot won’t be as shook up as it was in 5.1 or will it? I hope y’all enjoy.

Word Count: little over 3K

Warning(s): Plot progression, fluff, specks of angst(?)

NEW YEARS DAY 2015, 11:47 A.M, Malibu, California NEW YEARS DAY 2015, 11:47 A.M, Malibu, California

Peace and serenity—the most fitting way to transition into the New Year. The overlapping sounds of seagulls and crashing ocean waves outside would usually pull Yaa out of her deep slumbers. If it wasn’t the beach sounds, then it was her actual alarm. But let’s be honest: no one really has an alarm go off on New Year’s day, especially if you had the night that Yaa had had. Yaa’s snoring went in sync with the crashing waves and her wavy, honey blonde locs scattered at every which way across the silk taupe pillow case. Boom boom boom. The heavy knocking on her bedroom had startled her out of her post-sex slumber. Who was banging on her door like the feds before noon? The trio of knocks continued until she reluctantly got out of bed and searched for anything to put on.

“I’m comin’...damn!”, she tried to yell, but her hoarseness wouldn’t allow her. She winced in pain as she hopped into a pair of shorts and a tank top and began limping towards the door. She opened the door to see that it was her best friend, Tanisha. “Bitch...somebody better be dead, hurt, or dying.”

Tanisha chuckled. “Well, Happy New Year to you, too. Lover Boy is down there making brunch.”

Yaa looked at her friend in total confusion. “Is that what I’m smelling? Tanisha nodded. “Well, I’m surprised you aren’t somewhere fighting a hangover.”

Tanisha rolled her eyes. “I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night. Between you gettin’ your cervix tickled, and trust me, it sounded like he was giving’ you the BUSINESS, and me throwing my night up, I was going through it. Started the new year off on the wrong foot.”

Yaa felt herself turning red and her eyes bugging out. “Were we really that loud?”

“Sis, he might’ve worn you out, but you must have that voodoo pussy. Wanna know why? You got Michael B. Jordan in your kitchen cooking yo magical pussy having ass a 5-star brunch on New Year’s day. If that ain’t power, then I don’t know what the hell is. Done turned this nigga into a damn domestic overnight. Speaking of, text me when breakfast is ready. I deserve whatever he’s whippin’ up.”

Tanisha went back into room, presumably to catch up on her missed Z’s. Yaa went downstairs to see Michael for herself. The further she got down the stairs, the louder the “All About the Benjamins” got. She carefully hopped off the stair landing and Diddy bopped her way through the den, making a slight left to go through the back way into the kitchen.

She pursed her lips to keep from laughing as she watched Michael also Diddy bop back to the stove to finish cooking whatever he had cooking on the stove. Wearing only a pair of heather grey cut-off sweats and Nike slides with socks, his shoulders and upper body bounced to the beginning of Total’s “Can’t You See”. He placed a kitchen towel over his shoulder before plating his brunch creation.

“So what’s on the menu, Mr. Jordan?”, she spooked.

He seized, clenching the small saucepan he had in his grasp. “Shit!”

Yaa chuckled, “I’m sorry I couldn’t help it.”, she stopped to look over his shoulder, “you still haven’t answered my question.”

“Cajun catfish and cheese grits, fruit, and peach bellinis.”

“Oooh shit! Lemme find out the B in your name stands for ‘Brunch Daddy’! I’ll get Tanisha up.”

Yaa called Tanisha from the bottom of the stairs. Tanisha came down moments later. The three sat at the table passing bowls, skillets, and pans to each other. The room was filled with the sounds of clacking plates and satisfied stomachs.

“Who would’ve known Michael B. Jordan was a whole ass chef? I learned something new today.”, remarked Yaa as she sipped her Powerade.

Michael chuckled at Yaa’s comment, “Word? Well, to be honest, if this acting thing didn’t work out, Plan B was being a chef. My mom taught me how to cook and I haven’t looked back since. Now from what I hear, you know how to get down yourself.”

It was hard for Yaa to be humble, but she managed to keep her cool. “I mean, I’m a country girl. Carrie, my maternal grandmother, taught me most of what I know. She and my Rainey raised me and my siblings when my parents were working pretty much around the clock for a few years.”

“How many siblings?”

“2. I have a twin sister, Farrah, that’s fraternal as hell, and a brother, Jahlil, that’s 5 years younger.”

He laughed at her statement about her sister Farrah. “I also have two other siblings--I’m a middle child. An older sister and a younger brother.” Tanisha, the oldest of four, and Yaa both cringed at him being the middle child. “I couldn’t imagine having two sisters though.”

Yaa shot him a look. “Watch it, son.”

He placed his fist in front of his mouth as he chewed. “So, I heard you say you were a country girl, so how country are we talkin’?”

“I was born in Alabama and graduated high school and college in Alabama, but I was raised in a massive mansion in rural Louisiana, so I’m a Louisi-Bama. You’re a Jersey-Cali boy from my understanding?”

He shook his head in the affirmative, impressed with her knowledge about him. “Ok! President of the fan club is showing herself worthy of the title.”

“Boy, don’t get cussed out.”

*****

Missed Call: Maybe: Winny the Pooh

Yaa tapped on the missed call notification without hesitation. She almost forgot they weren’t talking. Immediately after their last exchange, Winston’s number went to the good ole Block List. Something told her to unblock his number the day before leaving for California. So she did and now here she was, returning her ex’s ca—

“Hello?”, Winston answered.

“He-heyyyy you! Happy New Year! I saw you called and I’m just seeing your text.”, Yaa replied. Silence. You could hear a rat piss on carpet.

“Ummm…”, he cleared his throat, “...so you down for lunch?”

“Oof. I just had brunch. How does coffee or tea sound? Bean in Beverly Hills?”

“That’s even better. Meet me at 4ish?”

“Make it 4:30 and we’ve got a deal. See you then!” Click.

*****

Yaa walked out of the bathroom from her shower feeling renewed. Skin washed away of the little makeup that remained on her face from her...celebration from the previous night. Skin glowing thanks to the best shea butter Ghana had to offer. Locs looking healthy as always. Her glow increased when she saw Michael laying in her bed reading his phone but looking up when he sensed her presence. He stopped looking down at his phone to admire the beauty that was Khalida Abdullah.

Even in such a simple task as putting on clothes, Michael could see why her exes were head over heels with her. Every move she made was graceful. From the little twerk she did to get her chub into her light gray yoga capri pants, to the overhead jig to get into her oversized black monogrammed tank top with a gold fleur-de-lis. She walked to his side of the bed to retrieve her new Apple Watch from its charger. Before she could walk towards the door, he snatched her up onto the bed with him, playfully gnawing at her neck.

“Where you goin’ looking all good and delicious for, hmm?”, he implored.

“Well, Kari, I’m meeting someone for coffee. It ain’t your business who gon’ be there, either.”, she answered with sass.

“I see. Secondly, who gave you this trash ass Saints shirt? I need to get you at least two Falcons shirts.”

She escaped from his grip and returned a sour look. A record scratched in her head. “I-I-I’m sorry. I SLEPT WITH A FUCKING FALCONS FAN?! MY FAMILY RAISED ME BETTER THAN THIS!”

“Oh, you some super fan or something?”, he questioned.

“I’m surprised Tanisha didn’t tell you. Have you know, one, my family holds minority stake in the organization, making us minority owners, and two, my first boyfriend and best friend to this day is a proud SUPER BOWL-WINNING Saint. Now if you excuse me, I have to rush to my meeting and go reclaim my dignity.”,she bragged as she walked out of the door. But before she could walk out of door, she poked her head through the door and flipped him off.

“You so fucking CHILDISH, Khalida!”

BEAN BEVERLY HILLS, 2:19 P.M.

Yaa had accomplished many things in her life, from graduating college at 18 to receiving 4 degrees before turning 25, but nothing was as nerve-wrecking as meeting up with Winston. Let’s face it: their last meeting left such a distaste in her mouth.

Her left Chaco tapped softly yet persistently against the dark hardwood floors, while the right rested underneath her bottom.With one hand rested against her warm cup of honey-sweetened hibiscus tea and the other texting Tanisha for guidance into this awaited meeting, she attempted to clear her mind of the past and concern herself with the future. Would he be on that bullshit again? Will I have to smack a bitch? Has he decided to grow up? Does he look dusty? She looked out of the window and zoned out as she watched Beverly Hills slowly wake up after the wild night everyone had.

“Khalida?”, Winston called loud enough to pull his ex-girlfriend out of her daze. She shook her head and looked up to lock eyes with her former lover.

“Hey, hey!”, she greeted. She slowly got up and limped two steps to hug him. It was almost like they’d never skipped a beat. For a moment in time, it felt like they were the only people in the coffee shop, which if you exclude the employees and maybe three other people scattered around the shop, they were. Bitch, get offa him. He spazzed on you, remember?

Immediately upon having the thought, she separated from him and she gestured for him to sit. “So, I might’ve ordered a blueberry scone or two for you. I’m pretty sure you’ve put yourself on some depressing ass diet, but treat yourself.” Almost if on cue, the barista placed a small pink box in front of Winston, along with a caramel latte.

“You didn’t have to do that, but I appreciate it.”, Winston acknowledged. The two shared a nervous laugh and got themselves comfortable in their seats. The tension between could have been cut with a cleaver; so much could’ve been said, after all. The two looked at each in an attempt to find their words.

“I wanna apol-”

“Sorr-”

“You firs-

“No, you fir-”

“Gotdammit! Somebody finna fuckin talk out of sync.”, Yaa finally said by herself. “Guess I’ll start. Lemme cut to the chase—why are we here?” She sipped on her tea as she waited for his answer.

He pondered before speaking, “Well, first, I just want to apologize for acting like...being an ass a few months back. I wasn’t in my right mind in that relationship. Michelle was a nightmare after that night and we broke it off not even a week after our last meeting. I tried to call you, but I’m more than you confident you blocked my number. Hell, I don’t blame you. Now, I called you on a fluke last night and after analyzing what I said and even getting some choice words from my mom, I was wondering if your offer for friendship was still on the table? I messed up twice, and I don’t want to do lose you anymore.”

Yaa looked around the coffee shop and firmly gripped his chin to get a better look at him. “Is this the same Winston that I saw a few months ago? I’m almost afraid to hear the answer.”

WInston grimaced from the pain shooting to his jaw. Though small, Yaa’s hands had strength, or “country strength”, as she called it from years of herding large animals and even people. “Woman, I need to resize your strength.” Winston moved his jaw from her grip and moved it from side to side to alleviate the pain. “If we’re being transparent, I cried just about every night thinking about how I treated you when we broke up. I’m pretty sure I’m the biggest idiot for allowing a woman such as yourself to walk out twice. At this point, I just want us to be back on good terms.”

“Don’t fucking play with me, Winston. Are you sure? Is this what you truly want?”

“Yes. I just miss you. Aside from the romantic aspect, I just miss the little things, like your random calls in the middle of the day about some tea you just got, your spirit, and even getting cursed out by you.” Poor Winston. Though she knew his sincerity, Yaa found it hard to believe his sap story. If he could help it, he would’ve been on his knees pleading for a second chance.

Yaa’s face was unreadable—stoic, yet unreadable. It was a face that was over apologies and all for corrected behavior. A face that was finding itself conflicted with two men. Deep down, she wanted to be back with Winston. After all, he was her true love. But true love is tested. The plane needed to be taken apart, diagnosed, and rebuilt in order for it to be cleared for service. Everything was sounding good, too good to be believed without doubt. Yet, she still felt the urge to suplex Winston for crumbling her heart and her feelings back in June.

Khalida sipped the rest of her tea before breaking the painful silence built between her and her pitiful ex, “Do you want me?”

“What? Of course, Khalida! What are you talking about?”, Winston replied confused and taken aback from the question. Khalida chuckled—shoulders and all—as she nodded her head.

“No,no, no, baby boy. Do you want me? As in a your lifelong partner, forever and always? Not just in the physical or in lust, but as your better half, trusted confidant, your No Limit Soldier, ya yeah wit da yeah? How we should be instead of how we used to be?”

Winston paused to word his answer, “...Yes. You shouldn’t even have to ask me that question.”

“Well, if you want me, then you have to earn me.”

“Obviously, Olivia Pope, but you make it seem easier said than done. How do I earn you back?”

“Stick with me for a moment. You remember that plane analogy I used in Louisiana?” He nodded. “Aight, so boom: right now, the plane is completely outta service, y’eardme? The best way to have it back in service is to completely dismember the plane—start from scratch. Next, we gotta find the parts of the plane that caused the malfunction. We get better parts and rebuild, bit by bit. Soon, we’ll have an improved plane that’s better than the old plane. The crew’s gotten more experience, been with other pilots and co-pilots, and next inspection, the plane will be ready for service. It’s not an overnight process, but we’ll get through it. So...are you in?”

Winston offer his hand to shake on the new agreement, an offer in which Yaa accepted, along with a hug. “To new beginnings. A clean slate. Let’s start: I’m Winston. You are?”

Yaa snorted, “Khalida,but you can call me Yaa.” They shook hands once more, sharing a laugh. The laugh led to two genuine smiles. Their hearts skipped beats as they saw each other’s smiles.

“So...I’ve been meaning to ask, what or who’s got you glowing like this? There’s only so much Shea butter in the world…”, Winston inquired as he stirred the remainder of his caramel latte.

Yaa’s mind flashed back to nearly 12 hours ago when she was calling God’s name more than Kirk Franklin and the Family. Mental vignettes of Yaa and Michael moaning and the sound of skin slapping flashed throughout her mind, causing her to re-adjust her sitting position in her seat.

“I...I...uh…met someone last night. Everything happened so fast. Once the smoke clears and we establish something or the lack thereof, I’ll tell you more about him.”, Yaa stopped herself from turning flush.

While he smiled, Winston felt a small part of him die, but he realized that it was only fair that she get her shot of a relationship. But he knew her and the person she was—she was the prototype. Any man or woman would be stupid to not fall for her in some way. His smile widened as he locked eyes with her. Oh, how he’d missed that look.

The two began catching up about life beyond the romantic aspect. The basic “how ya momma nem?” conversations. After that, they walked about of the coffee shop, but not before he helped her out of her stiffened position from the seat. They hugged once more before going their separate ways. Not even 10 feet away, he turned to speak again. “I’m sorry.”

“You just apologized like 20 minutes ago, moe.”, Yaa yelled.

“No.”, he closed the distance between them, “I’m sorry for not knowing how to be a decent boyfriend to you. You’re a special woman with who needs a special man in her life. I know I’m that man, but just not right now. Whoever he or she is that you met last night, I hope they understood that the moment they laid eyes on you and plan accordingly. I wish I did when I met you. Sorry...I just needed to get that off of my chest.” By this time, his large hands enrobed her small hands and he hadn’t realized it. When he did, he promptly removed them.

“It’s ok, love. Today was fun. I gotta bounce, but be safe and have a happy new year.” She walked to her rental Prius and honked at him as she passed him.

He chuckled to himself as he walked to his car, “Oh, I will, Dr. Duke, I will.”

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echoes-of-the-clockwork · 6 years

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Detroit: Become Human Markus x Reader [4]

~3rd Person POV~

Shuffling down the strip mall, Markus searched for Bellini Paints. Finding the shop, he entered and picked up the paints Carl had ordered. After paying for the product, Markus grabbed the box of paints and left the store. He ignored the shouts from the priest and headed to the bus stop. As he tried to pass the loud group of protestors, one of them had grabbed him and forced the android to halt.

"All these shitty pieces of plastic are taking our damn jobs! I can barely support my kids," the man shouts, glaring at Markus. Being only a few inches taller than the man, the android just looked down with his usual stoic expression. Markus tried to step around them, but none of them were letting him walk away.

A middle-aged woman shoved Markus and forced him to his knees, dropping the paints on the ground in the process. The man who yelled at him only a few minutes ago kicked him in the side. Markus didn't fight back as the protestors kicked him over and over again.

"Hey!" Someone shouts. A woman with (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes stomps over and shoves the protestors away from Markus. She was seething with anger as she helped the android back to his feet. "Leave him alone!"

"His kind has ruined all of us!" The leader of the protest shouted in the woman's face.

She grabbed his hand and twisted it behind his back. "It's people like you that make me sick! Instead of protesting out here, why don't you all find new jobs?! This city is crawling with openings! Grow up and get over your hatred!" She released the man and kicked him in the back, sending his body forward. The woman grabbed Markus' hand and used her free one to pick up the paints. She guided him to the fountain and she sat him down on the edge of the stone structure. "I'm so sorry about this."

"You are not one of them. Why are you apologizing?" Markus inquired as the woman sat next to him.

"Because they're human and I am human. I don't see androids like they do and believe they deserve respect. Instead of yelling on the streets, they could be looking for new jobs or spending time with their families."

Astonishment crossed over Markus' face. He had only ever met a handful of humans who thought the same. He even met less who would help him while he was being harassed. The only reason the police help androids is because it's their job.

"What's your name?" The woman asked softly.

"Markus," the android answers without hesitation.

"Nice to meet you, Markus. I'm (Y/n)," she smiles. The machine saw the smile and reciprocated with his own. She glanced at the paints in her hand. "You must be picking up paints for someone."

"Yes. He forgot them yesterday and I decided to pick them up in his stead."

"I don't want to keep you if you need to be somewhere. I'll help you to the bus stop."

"(Y/n), that's unnecessary," Markus objects.

"The least I can do is make sure those assholes don't bother you again. C'mon." She took his hand in hers and carried the paint under her other arm. They walked past the protestors, their glares trained on her. (Y/n) didn't let go of Markus' hand until the bus arrived. She handed him the paints with a beautiful smile. "Here ya go! Make sure to get home safely, Markus."

The android felt a foreign sensation in his chest. He didn't want this abrupt and unexpected meeting to end so soon. Before he stepped on the automated vehicle, Markus stared into (Y/n)'s glistening (e/c) eyes. "Will you be here tomorrow?"

She nodded, her smile growing like a beautiful flower in spring. "I will." Markus smiled at her response. He stepped into the android compartment in the back of the bus. Before he could get another word out, the door separated them. The machine was saddened that he wasn't able to say goodbye, but he was feeling a warm sensation in his chest as he eagerly awaited to return tomorrow.

-A Month Later-

It had been a normal occurrence for Markus to leave Carl to his painting and head into the shopping district. A month has passed since the android met (Y/n). A single day hasn't gone by that they haven't seen each other. They always met at the fountain and would talk for hours. They'd walk down the street and into shops together.

People chastised the woman under their breath as they saw her holding hands with an android while strolling down the street side-by-side. Their glares and harsh words didn't go unnoticed by either of them. Markus tried to pull away from (Y/n), but she refused to let their wounding words crawl under skin and cause an unbearable itch.

The moment Markus excused himself so he could pick up more paint supplies for Carl, (Y/n) ran into the protestors who were yelling at the top of their lungs only a month ago near the fountain. One woman in the group threw a stone at her. The rock nailed her in the head, creating a gash along her hairline. Blood streamed from the cut and (Y/n) flinched when she accidentally brushed a finger across the wound.

"You're no better than those fucking androids!" She shouts, throwing another rock.

(Y/n) shields herself from the projectile before directing her anger at the protestors. "At least they're providing for this society unlike you deadbeats! I guess my message of finding a new job didn't seem to seep in the last time we chatted!"

An explosion of anger passed over the group and they found whatever stones they could find. They were relentless and the onslaught of rocks seemed to never cease. Before (Y/n) could retaliate with throwing something back, Markus returned and shielded the young woman from the storm of pebbles. The protestors cursed the android out as he took (Y/n)'s hand and ran to the bus stop. Luckily, they were able to board just before the bus left. Markus set the bag of supplies down and examined (Y/n)'s wound. She gritted her teeth in pain when he made contact with the injury. "I'll take you to Carl's. We can clean and patch the wound there."

"I couldn't possibly impose on him. I'll clean it up later, Markus."

"You'll get an infection if we don't treat it now. Carl has a first-aid kit at home. I'll see to it that you're taking care of, (Y/n)." Seeing no point in arguing, the young woman nods.

After a brief bus ride, the duo hops off the bus and stand before a large house. (Y/n) froze in her steps when she realized who owned the beautiful lot. "Hold on, Markus. You live with Carl Manfred?" The android nods, noticing (Y/n)'s nervousness. In the month that he had known her, he had failed to give her Carl's last name. She ran a hand through her (h/c) hair as her nervousness faded into shock. "I should've figured! You were buying paints when we first met and you bought more art supplies today! Ugh, I'm such an idiot!"

Markus took (Y/n)'s hand, but she dug her heels into the dirt. He took note of her clammy hands and how she bit her bottom lip. "(Y/n), come inside. Carl is very welcoming."

"No, no, no, no, no! I can't just walk into THE Carl Manfred's house!"

"You'll be fine."

She pouted like a child and gave in to Markus' gentle tone. "Alright, but I'm leaving after this wound is cleaned!" The android nods with a smile and guides her into the house.

"I'll get the first-aid kit." Markus left the enormous room and left (Y/n) at the table. She scanned the room and her eyes landed on a life-size stuffed giraffe in the far left corner near bookshelves brimming with book. Some of the novels were scattered around the floor and obscured the path to the spiral staircase.

"You must be (Y/n)." The woman nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard the unfamiliar voice. Turning to her right, she saw Carl wheeling his way out of the kitchen. The old man smiled as he apologized for scaring her. "I'm sorry I scared you. I've been wondering when Markus was going to introduce me to you."

"Markus talks about you a lot when we're together," I said.

"And he talks a lot about you when he returns home. You've changed him, (Y/n)."

"In a good or bad way?"

Carl chuckled lightly. "In a good way. Ever since you saved him from those protestors, he's been developing human emotions."

"I didn't know androids could develop human emotions. Which ones has he experienced?"

"Happiness, sadness, disappointment, and love. It's all thanks to you." (Y/n) raised a brow when she heard 'love'. Carl already knew what she was going to ask and answered. "He's in love with you, (Y/n)."

She shook her head. "I only protected him from people who were harassing him."

"That's all it takes for someone to fall in love. Not to mention, you're the first kind soul he's met outside these walls."

Just then, Markus returned and saw the two conversing. He excused himself and tended to (Y/n)'s wound, hoping he didn't disturb or interrupt them. As they chatted, Carl asked an unexpected question. "Where do you live, (Y/n)? Markus will walk you home if it's not too much trouble."

"Um, about that..."

"What's wrong?" The old man wondered.

"I... don't actually have a home. I've been living on the streets for six months now. I was evicted right after my mother died in the hospital. The landlord said she didn't pay her bills for awhile and I was forced out on the streets."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Markus asked, pain hinting in his tone.

"I couldn't burden you with my issues, Markus. I know if I said anything, you would've tried to help me, but I couldn't impose on you further. I mean, you came to visit me every day and that was enough for me."

"I worry about you, (Y/n), when I'm not with you. The same people who harassed me hurt you. What if they do it again when you return to the streets? I can't live with the thought of you getting hurt."

His words shook (Y/n)'s heart. The sweetness and sorrow behind his words pulled her heart in two direction—one of love and the other of regret. "I'm sorry for not telling you," she apologizes.

Markus placed a bandage over the cut as he finished disinfecting it. "It's alright."

"(Y/n), you're a kind and sweet girl. You're free to stay here if you'd like," Carl exclaims. "You did save Markus and it's the least I could do for you. You don't deserve to be on the streets after what happened to your mother."

"Thank you, Carl. It would be rude of me to ignore your kindness. I'd love to stay."

Markus' eyes lit up with joy. The android was more than happy at the revelation that (Y/n) would be staying here. Without hesitating, he embraced her. The young woman was slightly taken aback, but she hugged him tightly. She placed her soft lips on his cheek and pecked it lightly. Carl smiled at the sight and was glad Markus was able to get his happy ending.

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