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You sat beside Kurloz on his couch, the ongoing silence making you uncomfortable. The man who you easily figured was his father sat in a recliner, staring you both down blankly. “Is that your motherfucking girlfriend?”

Your cheeks immediately turned bright red as you stared at Nashir, shaking your head lightly. “N-no, sir. We’re just friends.” You squeaked. Nashir chuckled deeply at your reaction, raising an eyebrow. He was definitely questioning your answer.

Kurloz narrowed his eyes, quickly signing. ‘That’s not why you’re here.’ You blinked your (e/c) orbs questionably, glancing between the two Makaras. Nashir grunted, sitting up straighter. “You’re right, that’s not why I’m here.”

“You’re not an adult yet, Kurloz. I want you to come motherfucking live with Gamzee and I; like old times.” Nashir stated. You looked wearily over at your friend, watching his face twitch lightly. ‘No. I’m doing just fine on my own.’ Kurloz signed boldly.

Nashir crossed his arms, muscles flexing from underneath his shirt. You realized he was wearing a light purple dress shirt, a black tie, black jeans, and purple sneakers. He was actually well dressed for what you’ve been told was a druggie. Even his long black hair was nicely kept.

Kurloz figured right off the bat he was only making himself look presentable so he would believe his father has changed. You, on the other hand, had absolutely no idea what to think- This was your first time meeting Nashir, after all.

Nashir shifted from where he sat, crossing his legs. “Kurloz, you do motherfucking understand you’re not an adult yet, and as your father I have to see forth to make sure you’re motherfucking safe?” He growled lightly. You flinched lightly.

“B-but, he’s clearly doing perfectly fine, sir…” You stuttered. This situation was bitterly awkward for you, but you couldn’t just sit there and not say anything. Kurloz nodded lightly, ‘If anything ever does all up and motherfucking happen, I know (Y/n) would help me a lot more than you ever motherfucking could.’

You wanted to hide behind Kurloz as Nashir’s eyes landed on you, looking you up and down. “Sorry sweetheart, but this ain’t none of your fucking concern.” He muttered. You twitched, shaking your head lightly. “Of course it is! Kurloz is my closest friend, and when it comes to matters like these, I feel like I should be involved.” You puffed your chest out.

Kurloz looked at you with wide eyes, moving one hand in a way that meant for you to stop talking. ‘(Y/n), stop.’ He signed quickly. Of course he didn’t want you getting involved in his life matters; it just seemed tacky and selfish of him to get you into all of this.

“No, Kurloz. I won’t stop. This isn’t fair to anyone! No offence, Mr. Makara, but I know enough about you to understand you’re incapable of taking care of a kid.” You stood up, glaring him down with (e/c) hues. You had no idea where this spark of confidence came from, but you liked it.

You felt the undying need to protect Kurloz through thick or thin- To be there for him when he needed you most; even if he wouldn’t admit to needing assistance. You would do all that, even if it meant standing up to his father.

Nashir stood up, easily towering over you. Fuck, you tend to forget how tall the Makaras can get… “Look, I don’t need Kurloz’s little motherfucking girlfriend getting in the way. He’s coming home with me, and that’s motherfucking final… Unless you want to end up in the ground, I suggest you motherfucking get out of my way.” He crossed his muscular arms.

You took in a large breath of air, barring your teeth. “Kurloz isn’t going anywhere.” You crossed your own arms, freezing yourself down to the floor. Kurloz stood up, eyes wide as he intercepted you both of you. “The both of you need to motherfucking stop. (Y/n)’s right, I’m not going anywhere.” He croaked.

The two Makara’s stood in front of you, staring each other down. Suddenly a large slap was heard, and you watched as Kurloz stumbled backwards, holding his reddening cheek. “K-Kurloz!” You bolted forward and forced him to turn to you, placing your fingers on his cheek. He hissed lightly.

Nashir just stood there, looking down at his own hand. He never meant to hurt his son again… But he proved to you that you couldn’t let Kurloz go with him. After rubbing the sore spot gently, you turned on Nashir, anger boiling through your veins. “You think you can just touch your son like that?” You started.

“He’s your own fucking blood, and you have the nerve to do something like that? Especially now that you want him back? You better get yourself in check, Mr. Makara, because you’re going to have to kill me if you want him.” You had no idea what you were saying; you were just letting words fumble out of your mouth like a child.

Nashir raised a bushy eyebrow, eyeing the both of you. You finally sighed, calmly yourself down. “Look… Sorry about the outburst, Kurloz is just a great friend and I don’t want to see him uncomfortable or anything.” You looked back at Kurloz, who was sitting on the couch, still in shock over the slap.

You slowly sat beside him, putting a hand on his shoulder. Nashir watched the both of you, sitting back down into the recliner. “Are you alright, ‘Loz?” You whispered lowly. Kurloz just nodded, staring down at his shoes.

After another few minutes of silence, Nashir stood up with a groan. “I should be motherfucking seeing myself out, now.” You looked up and got up, walking him towards the door. He stopped and turned around right before you closed the door. Nashir’s intense gaze turned down to you.

“Keep my son motherfucking safe, alright? Or else I’ll motherfucking gut you.” He smirked. You gasped lightly, at a loss of words. Was this man seriously trusting you with his son after all that? Nashir grunted loudly, rubbing the back of his neck. “You remind me of my late wife is motherfucking all… You got that feisty spark; I guess all Makara’s like a little fire.”

You blushed heavily, giggling lightly. “You’re not so bad…” You quickly frowned, glaring up at him. “But I fucking swear if I see you lay another hand on Kurloz I won’t hesitate to gut you myself.” Nashir chuckled lightly, shrugging. “There’s that fire.” He winked and turned on his heels, walking off.

You watched him for awhile longer until you sighed, closing the door. You walked back over to Kurloz, settling in beside him. He looked down at you as you curled your legs up to your chest, lying your cheek on his shoulder with a sigh.

“Are you okay?” You whispered lowly. Kurloz nodded, nuzzling your head, getting your (h/c) in his face. He laid a hand on yours, causing a dark red to invade your space as he kissed your head. You stayed silent, gulping hard.

‘All motherfucking thanks to you. I never knew you would all up and stand to my father like that. It was pretty wicked, sis.’ He grinned. You smiled lightly, bringing a hand up to brush his tan skin, and then trail up to smooth his mane back. Kurloz’s brown-indigo eyes stared into your (e/c) eyes.

You leaned forward, pressing your soft lips against his. Kurloz was ataken back at first, but quickly gave in to the kiss full force. The hand that was resting on yours tightened, his other reaching up to grasp the hand that was tangled in his black hair. Kurloz pulled back slowly, bringing your other hand down to rest his own on that.

Kurloz cleared his throat, his gaze never leaving yours. “(Y/n)… I’ve been meaning to all up and ask you some motherfucking thing for awhile. Uh, will you do me the wicked pleasure of being mine?” He grinned from the corner of his lips. You smiled, eyebrows rising in excitement as you tackled him.

“Of-fucking-course, ‘Loz!” You squealed. Kurloz grinned ear-to-ear as you cuddled into his chest, turning into a squealing, happy mess. He wrapped his arms around your waist and held you close, nuzzling your head.

You looked up at him with a large smile, leaning upwards to kiss his cheek gently. “I’ll always be here to protect you, ya’know? Don’t forget that.” You whispered softly. Kurloz nodded, twitching his head forward to indicate he meant the same for you.

Kurloz sat the both of you up, running his tan fingers through your (h/l) hair. The smiles never left your faces. You smirked lightly as you giggled an evil giggle, causing Kurloz to inch away from you. “Good. I would hope so. Now… Let’s order a pizza and ditch school tomorrow.”

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You sat beside Kurloz on his couch, the ongoing silence making you uncomfortable. The man who you easily figured was his father sat in a recliner, staring you both down blankly. “Is that your motherfucking girlfriend?”

Your cheeks immediately turned bright red as you stared at Nashir, shaking your head lightly. “N-no, sir. We’re just friends.” You squeaked. Nashir chuckled deeply at your reaction, raising an eyebrow. He was definitely questioning your answer.

Kurloz narrowed his eyes, quickly signing. ‘That’s not why you’re here.’ You blinked your (e/c) orbs questionably, glancing between the two Makaras. Nashir grunted, sitting up straighter. “You’re right, that’s not why I’m here.”

“You’re not an adult yet, Kurloz. I want you to come motherfucking live with Gamzee and I; like old times.” Nashir stated. You looked wearily over at your friend, watching his face twitch lightly. ‘No. I’m doing just fine on my own.’ Kurloz signed boldly.

Nashir crossed his arms, muscles flexing from underneath his shirt. You realized he was wearing a light purple dress shirt, a black tie, black jeans, and purple sneakers. He was actually well dressed for what you’ve been told was a druggie. Even his long black hair was nicely kept.

Kurloz figured right off the bat he was only making himself look presentable so he would believe his father has changed. You, on the other hand, had absolutely no idea what to think- This was your first time meeting Nashir, after all.

Nashir shifted from where he sat, crossing his legs. “Kurloz, you do motherfucking understand you’re not an adult yet, and as your father I have to see forth to make sure you’re motherfucking safe?” He growled lightly. You flinched lightly.

“B-but, he’s clearly doing perfectly fine, sir…” You stuttered. This situation was bitterly awkward for you, but you couldn’t just sit there and not say anything. Kurloz nodded lightly, ‘If anything ever does all up and motherfucking happen, I know (Y/n) would help me a lot more than you ever motherfucking could.’

You wanted to hide behind Kurloz as Nashir’s eyes landed on you, looking you up and down. “Sorry sweetheart, but this ain’t none of your fucking concern.” He muttered. You twitched, shaking your head lightly. “Of course it is! Kurloz is my closest friend, and when it comes to matters like these, I feel like I should be involved.” You puffed your chest out.

Kurloz looked at you with wide eyes, moving one hand in a way that meant for you to stop talking. ‘(Y/n), stop.’ He signed quickly. Of course he didn’t want you getting involved in his life matters; it just seemed tacky and selfish of him to get you into all of this.

“No, Kurloz. I won’t stop. This isn’t fair to anyone! No offence, Mr. Makara, but I know enough about you to understand you’re incapable of taking care of a kid.” You stood up, glaring him down with (e/c) hues. You had no idea where this spark of confidence came from, but you liked it.

You felt the undying need to protect Kurloz through thick or thin- To be there for him when he needed you most; even if he wouldn’t admit to needing assistance. You would do all that, even if it meant standing up to his father.

Nashir stood up, easily towering over you. Fuck, you tend to forget how tall the Makaras can get… “Look, I don’t need Kurloz’s little motherfucking girlfriend getting in the way. He’s coming home with me, and that’s motherfucking final… Unless you want to end up in the ground, I suggest you motherfucking get out of my way.” He crossed his muscular arms.

You took in a large breath of air, barring your teeth. “Kurloz isn’t going anywhere.” You crossed your own arms, freezing yourself down to the floor. Kurloz stood up, eyes wide as he intercepted you both of you. “The both of you need to motherfucking stop. (Y/n)’s right, I’m not going anywhere.” He croaked.

The two Makara’s stood in front of you, staring each other down. Suddenly a large slap was heard, and you watched as Kurloz stumbled backwards, holding his reddening cheek. “K-Kurloz!” You bolted forward and forced him to turn to you, placing your fingers on his cheek. He hissed lightly.

Nashir just stood there, looking down at his own hand. He never meant to hurt his son again… But he proved to you that you couldn’t let Kurloz go with him. After rubbing the sore spot gently, you turned on Nashir, anger boiling through your veins. “You think you can just touch your son like that?” You started.

“He’s your own fucking blood, and you have the nerve to do something like that? Especially now that you want him back? You better get yourself in check, Mr. Makara, because you’re going to have to kill me if you want him.” You had no idea what you were saying; you were just letting words fumble out of your mouth like a child.

Nashir raised a bushy eyebrow, eyeing the both of you. You finally sighed, calmly yourself down. “Look… Sorry about the outburst, Kurloz is just a great friend and I don’t want to see him uncomfortable or anything.” You looked back at Kurloz, who was sitting on the couch, still in shock over the slap.

You slowly sat beside him, putting a hand on his shoulder. Nashir watched the both of you, sitting back down into the recliner. “Are you alright, ‘Loz?” You whispered lowly. Kurloz just nodded, staring down at his shoes.

After another few minutes of silence, Nashir stood up with a groan. “I should be motherfucking seeing myself out, now.” You looked up and got up, walking him towards the door. He stopped and turned around right before you closed the door. Nashir’s intense gaze turned down to you.

“Keep my son motherfucking safe, alright? Or else I’ll motherfucking gut you.” He smirked. You gasped lightly, at a loss of words. Was this man seriously trusting you with his son after all that? Nashir grunted loudly, rubbing the back of his neck. “You remind me of my late wife is motherfucking all… You got that feisty spark; I guess all Makara’s like a little fire.”

You blushed heavily, giggling lightly. “You’re not so bad…” You quickly frowned, glaring up at him. “But I fucking swear if I see you lay another hand on Kurloz I won’t hesitate to gut you myself.” Nashir chuckled lightly, shrugging. “There’s that fire.” He winked and turned on his heels, walking off.

You watched him for awhile longer until you sighed, closing the door. You walked back over to Kurloz, settling in beside him. He looked down at you as you curled your legs up to your chest, lying your cheek on his shoulder with a sigh.

“Are you okay?” You whispered lowly. Kurloz nodded, nuzzling your head, getting your (h/c) in his face. He laid a hand on yours, causing a dark red to invade your space as he kissed your head. You stayed silent, gulping hard.

‘All motherfucking thanks to you. I never knew you would all up and stand to my father like that. It was pretty wicked, sis.’ He grinned. You smiled lightly, bringing a hand up to brush his tan skin, and then trail up to smooth his mane back. Kurloz’s brown-indigo eyes stared into your (e/c) eyes.

You leaned forward, pressing your soft lips against his. Kurloz was ataken back at first, but quickly gave in to the kiss full force. The hand that was resting on yours tightened, his other reaching up to grasp the hand that was tangled in his black hair. Kurloz pulled back slowly, bringing your other hand down to rest his own on that.

Kurloz cleared his throat, his gaze never leaving yours. “(Y/n)… I’ve been meaning to all up and ask you some motherfucking thing for awhile. Uh, will you do me the wicked pleasure of being mine?” He grinned from the corner of his lips. You smiled, eyebrows rising in excitement as you tackled him.

“Of-fucking-course, ‘Loz!” You squealed. Kurloz grinned ear-to-ear as you cuddled into his chest, turning into a squealing, happy mess. He wrapped his arms around your waist and held you close, nuzzling your head.

You looked up at him with a large smile, leaning upwards to kiss his cheek gently. “I’ll always be here to protect you, ya’know? Don’t forget that.” You whispered softly. Kurloz nodded, twitching his head forward to indicate he meant the same for you.

Kurloz sat the both of you up, running his tan fingers through your (h/l) hair. The smiles never left your faces. You smirked lightly as you giggled an evil giggle, causing Kurloz to inch away from you. “Good. I would hope so. Now… Let’s order a pizza and ditch school tomorrow.”