Hollywood Undead Lemons/Fluffs (_______×Reader)

Kisses and Cuddles - Funny Man x Reader (Slight Fluff) (Part 1)

I sat on my bed, contemplating the meaning of life in general. The entire answer to all life is 42, but exactly how does everything work around that number?

Bzzt buzzt.

I pick up my phone and check it. It's....... the school bully. Funny Man.

Hey, I'm sorry for all the shit I put you through. I guess I just had a lot of anger and pain, and I wanted to purge it somehow. That way just happened to be you. I'm sorry for every time that I knocked your books out of your hands, slammed you against the lockers, tripped you, made fun of you... I'm sorry. I get it if you don't forgive me, because I honestly would hate me if I was in your shoes. Just... I'll make it up to you in just about any way you want. I just wanted you to know that I'm sorry and that's all over now.

What the fuck?! No way. This has to be a prank.

. . . . .

At school, I avoided him the best I could. I didn't want to hear that it was a prank, or more confusing yet--that it wasn't. I was switching out my books before lunch when I felt a presence behind me. Turning around, I find....

Funny Man....

"Hey..." he mumbled softly.

I stuffed everything into my backpack, closed my locker, and ran. I heard him running after me. His hand wrapped around my wrist and he pulled me to him. I knew I lost and would probably catch the worst yet because I ran. I sunk to the floor in defeat and curled into a ball, preparing myself for the first blow. 

"I'm not going to hurt you. Get up." He offered me a hand up.

I looked at it skeptically and took it. He hauled me to my feet and only let go when I was standing steadily on my own.

"I... I don't know where to start," he stumbled nervously.

"Then don't."

I turned on my heel and quickly left. He didn't try to follow me.

. . . . .

I heard a knock at my door while in the middle of watching Reign on Netflix.

"Ugh. Fine. I'll get up."

I opened it and saw Funny Man holding something. Immediately, the door was slammed in his face.

He knocked again. That annoying motherfucker. Ripping open the door, I snarled at him.

"What the fuck do you want? Holy fucking shit, just leave me alone."

He winced and a pang of guilt hit me from nowhere.

"I just wanted to give you something I made to show you how sorry I am."

The door slammed again. He knocked again. I opened it again. He presented me with a painting on a small square canvas. It was galaxy with the outlines of a realistic heart.

"For you," he mumbled, looking down.

I hesitated, but then took it from him. The look on his face.... I feel bad for him.

"Do you want to come in for tea?" my lips formed with sympathy and without permission.

"Sure," he replied and stepped inside. He smiled a bit.

. . . . .

Laughing, I set my half full cup of tea down so I don't spill it. He lives up to his name at least.

We both calm down and our eyes meet. He leans in slowly and holds my cheek in his hand. I gaze back and let him lean in. I neither pull back, nor lean forward when he moves to kiss me. Not knowing what to do, I froze as his lips met mine, and my traitorous lips kissed him back.

Wait.... What is happening? What am I doing? WHAT AM I DOING?!?!?!

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