Hollywood Undead Lemons/Fluffs (_______×Reader)

Hopefully - Da Kurlzz x Reader (Part 1)

I met Da Kurlzz at a night club. His cute curls were in their usual mop and he was sitting alone at the bar. The rest of the guys had already abandoned him to pick up girls. He just sat with a beer in one hand and looking out at the dance floor. I looked down at my outfit, which consisted of (make up a club outfit and tell me about it), then nervously back at him. I gathered my courage and sat next to him.

"Hey," I greeted him. "I take it you're not much of a dancer?"

"Nope. And my friends just kind of abandoned me," he said, giving me a wry smile.

"Mind if I hang out for a bit?"

"Not at all. Please do."

"Name's (your name)."

"Mine is Matt."

. . . . .

I ended up borrowing a sharpie at the end of the night and writing my number on his wrist so he could call me. He did. Our first date was the best. He picked me up at noon and took me to the beach and we stayed and watched the sunset, then we went to the boardwalk (basically It Started At The Cinemas, but with Kurlzz and no cheating boyfriend). He was so sweet.

. . . . .

It all led to now. I'm currently watching him make dinner and I'm really just fascinated by the way he moves like water in the kitchen. He really likes to cook. I really like to watch him cook.

He invited me to stay the night, so I accepted.

"Dinner," he said, laying a plate in front of me, then putting his own plate on the opposite side of the table. On the plate was, of course, (favorite meal). He remembered.

I smiled and took a bite. It was SO good. The meal continued in near silence.

. . . . .

I just got done changing into his pajamas, and now I'm climbing into bed. He's only wearing pajama pants with no shirt as he slips under the covers next to me. His bare skin against me brings me comfort, so I sleep like a baby while cuddled up against his chest.

. . . . .

I'm there again. It's happening again. No. No no no no no no no no no no no. No, this is not happening. No. This can't be happening. I-I cant..... No.....

. . . . .

"(your name) wake up."

I open my eyes and see Kurlzz above me. I sit up and hug him tightly, sniffling. He pulls me into his lap and rocks me back and forth for a bit.

"Do you want some of my tea to help you get back to sleep?" he asked.

I nodded yes, wiping the remains of the tears from my cheeks. He picked me up and carried me to the kitchen, setting me down on a chair before preparing the water in the tea kettle. He lingered by the stove for a bit, giving me time to collect myself. I did, then got up and wrapped my arms around him from behind. His skin was so warm. I felt him relax and slightly lean into my embrace.

We stood like that until the tea kettle began to whistle. I let go an sat on the counter while he made me tea just the way I like it, then handed it to me. I took a sip and thanked him.

"Are you okay?" he asked, standing in front of me with his hands on my waist.

"It was just a nightmare."

"Want to talk about it?"

"It was (story of huge trauma)."

He nodded and listened to every word, then pulled me closer to him and held me tightly. I hugged him back.

"If I could, I would give everything up just to make it go away," he whispered to me.

I remained silent and just pet his curls to comfort me. He let go after a while, a bit after I finished my tea, and he kissed my forehead lovingly. He was so caring and gentle. I met his beautiful eyes and kissed his lips once,  twice, then a third, longer and deeper this time.

"I love you so much," he whispered to me, his voice deep and smooth.

"I love you too."

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