Stitched Lullabies- 6 (Kurloz X Reader)

Why was your friend so creepy?

Your lovely stay with Kurloz, so far, has been a blast… but you’re discovering some things about him that you’d prefer not to know.

Like his ‘obsession’ with the color purple, mimes, and his religion.

You glared at him as he sat beside you, offering you a soft smile as he handed you a mug of hot chocolate. The words ‘wicked motherfucking elixir’ were clumsily written in indigo paint around the pottery.  

Kurloz raised his eyebrows in interest as you read the words, shooting him a roll of your eyes as you sipped at the goodies inside. He laughed lightly at you, taking his own cup into his hands. You admired his strong features, tan skin, and his messy black, signature hair style.

He let out a small sigh of content as he put his mug down, almost dropping it as you jumped up on the couch. “Kurloz!” Kurloz looked at you with wide eyes, bringing his hands up to sign something in alarm.

“We should watch a movie.” You said in a monotone octave. Your face was blank of all expression, playing the best poker face you could pull. Kurloz eased away from you, unsure of how to react. Almost on unison you started to laugh, him more or less wheezing in amusement.

In the gist of the moment, you looked up at him, beaming. “Your laugh is absolutely adorable.” You froze, and you swore your cheeks ignited in flames as your eyes edged up slowly to look at him. Kurloz grinned lightly at you, a soft shade of peach on his cheeks.

‘I’m glad you think I’m motherfucking adorable.’ He winked casually, getting up to find a movie, leaving you a flailing mess. He could be so smooth sometimes…

Was he possibly a Strider?

You watched Kurloz closely as he stood in front of a shelf of movies, eyeing each one. After a few moments he chose one and walked back over to you with a hopeful stare. You raised your eyebrows, cocking your head. ‘Alas, my love.’

“Weird title. What’s it about?” You cocked your head as he took the DVD out, popping it in. ‘It’s all about this wicked guy who falls for his best friend, and searches for a way to motherfucking get her to all up and fall for him. He takes her out on a friendly, wicked vacation for Christmas. You’ll have to motherfucking guess the rest.’

You pouted, crossing your arms as he turned off the lights. “Got to make this all dramatic, huh?” You watched him sit beside you with a nod. You rolled your eyes and settled back.

The movie was surprisingly sweet, and you found yourself having a deep connection with the guy; James Carkon. You also found yourself glancing at Kurloz throughout the whole movie, getting the occasional glance back.

You shifted uncomfortably, rubbing your thumbs together. James had just confessed his love to Victoria, and it was those dramatic few seconds they stared at each other, breathing too loudly. If Karkat was here, he’d probably be foaming uncontrollably…

“Oh, James… I’m so happy you feel the same way I do…” You groaned lowly. Same plot as always. They always fall in love in the end; but that’s not how real life works. Kurloz seemed to groan along with you.

They ended up dating for awhile, and probably not a month later he asked her to marry him. Of course, Victoria said yes, and they had a bunch of children and a happy life. The end.

You sighed loudly and sat up straight, stretching from your position on the couch. “Same ending to every love story, right?” Kurloz glanced at you with a soft shrug, a smug expression on his face. ‘Maybe not every ending; some of them die in the end.’

Kurloz got up, turned on the light, and turned the tv off with a crack of his back. “Ooh, morbid today, are we? Didn’t get to pray to your Messiahs yet?” You teased. Kurloz glared at you, taking on a whole new appearance.

He was definitely mad.

‘I want you to pay attention real close, yeah? Don’t poke fun at my motherfuckin’ religion. That’s a wicked sensitive topic that’s not to be all up and be kicked at for shits and giggles.’ Kurloz signed nice and slow for you. You flinched lightly, looking down at your lap. “Sorry, Kurloz…”

Kurloz sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He made quick hand gestures for you to look up at him as he kneeled in front of you, looking deep into your eyes. ‘It’s fine, my wicked sis. You didn’t know any better. I should be the one all up and motherfucking apologizing.’

You felt a soft hand rest on your lower thigh, giving it a soft squeeze before embracing you in an awkward hug. Why are the Makaras so god awfully tall?

You wrapped your arms around his neck and nuzzled his cheek gently, breathing in his scent. A small smile formed on your lips as he threw you over his shoulder. “Makara!” You gasped.

Kurloz snorted gently as he ran out of his apartment and all the way down the two flights of stairs. “Where are you taking me?” You whined. He just smirked as he ran towards the back of the apartment complex, where a stretch of snowy grass laid untouched.

“Kurloz if you’re thinking what I think you’re thinking you better fucking not!” You cried. Kurloz threw you into the cold snow, eyes glowing with amusement. “Kurloz!!” He pounced on top of you and held you into the cold.

You wiggled from under him, trying to kick or punch his side. “Get off of me you ape!” Kurloz nuzzled his face against your neck, causing you to stiffen. ‘No, it’s fucking cold out here and you’re warm.’ He signed.

“Well maybe if you didn’t drag us out here, we’d still be in your apartment nice and warm.” You crossed your arms and pouted. Kurloz sat up and poked your cheek, a sweet grin plastered on his face. You brought a hand up to poke at his piercings.

Kurloz wrinkled his nose and gently swiped your hand away. ‘Want to go out and get some motherfucking coffee? It’s still fairly early.’ He offered. You grunted lowly, “Only if you get the hell off of me!”

You pushed Kurloz off of you, who in which responded with a chuckle. Kurloz helped you up, and you both walked back to his room to change. You put on a sweater with an owl on it and a pair of black skinny jeans. You sat on the arm of the couch and waited for your friend.

Your (e/c) hues met with brown-indigo as Kurloz smiled. ‘Ready to go?’ You nodded and walked over to him, looking his figure up and down. He wore a regular, dark purple shirt, an open black jacket, and along with you, black jeans.

Kurloz patted your back as he locked his apartment door, leading you towards the stairs. You smiled softly and followed out onto the sidewalk.

You studied how clear you could see your breath in the cold, watching it swirl away from you. You pouted lowly, curling your fingers around the fabric of your sweater; not that it was seriously cold or anything. It just wasn’t particularly warm.

The sidewalks were paved with salt to prevent any ice, and snow was piled up on the sides; giving just enough space for you and Kurloz to walk side by side. It was nice.

Kurloz finally steered you towards a café, smiling. ‘Porrim and Kanaya both work here until they can get some kind of fashion job. Just thought I should motherfucking mention it.’ He winked, opening the door for you.

“Thanks for the late notice.” You smirked, rolling your eyes.  The sweet smell of coffee and baked goods swarmed your senses, causing you to sigh in content. Kurloz wrapped an arm around your shoulder and dragged you towards the front of the counter.

Porrim’s eyes found yours, then Kurloz’s, a soft smirk painting her black lips. “What do we have here? Are you two finally an… item?” Your face immediately lit up, fumbling over your words. “W-what!? N-n-no!”

Kurloz chuckled in amusement as Porrim looked over her shoulder. “Kanaya, dear! Look at this, Meulin is going to have such a happy conniption fit!” Kanaya’s green eyes looked up from where she was cleaning a table off in the corner.

Kanaya made her way over, leaning against the glass that had cookies on display. “You two are finally dating?” You face-palmed in embarrassment. “You’ll have to set up a double date, (Y/n). You, Kurloz, Kanaya, and Rose.” Porrim chimed.

You shook your head, trying not to whine and squeal at the situation. “Ah, I would be delighted to set something up. Rose and I can surely find a predicament where we are all available for a night’s jaunt.” Kanaya smiled. Porrim clapped her hands softly in excitement.

Damn, the Maryams are just like talking to a wall. They’ll never listen, will they?

“N-no! We’re not dating, alright? I was just spending the night at Kurloz’s… and… H-hey! Don’t give me that look!” Your outburst was drawing a bit of attention from the people around as you hid your face in Kurloz’s ribs. “Spending the night, eh?” Porrim leaned forward, resting her elbow on the counter to lay her chin on a hand.

She raised her eyebrows a few times at Kurloz, “Makara’s getting in it, hmm?” Kanaya scoffed lightly, standing up straight. “Porrim, I’m sure that is none of your business…. Meulin will get it out of them.” She smiled smugly.

Kurloz blushed, taking his arm away from your shoulder. ‘No, no. We’re definitely not dating. We were just hanging out, and time went by so fast I offered for her to stay the wicked night instead of all up and driving home in the dark. Since it’s early, we decided to come get some motherfucking coffee.’ He explained.

Porrim pouted, backing away from the two of you. “Well, if you two were dating, I’m certain Meulin and Mituna would have already spread it throughout the whole school.” She smiled softly. Kanaya giggled softly, dismissing herself without another word.

“You’re dead to me, Porrim.” You whispered. Kurloz shook his head with a grin. “Alright! Now, tell me what you two not-love-birds would like.” Porrim winked as she stood in front of the cash register.

You groaned at her, glancing up at the menu. “Hmm… I’ll try the Pumpkin Spice Latte. Small, please.” You smiled lightly at her. Porrim nodded, muttering your order as she clicked it in. “And for you, Kurloz?”

Kurloz sighed gently, looking away from the menu. ‘Chestnut Praline Latte, extra motherfucking whipped cream.’ He signed. Porrim quickly put in his order and looked up. “That will be $6.45.”

You slowly went to grab the money from your pocket, before you glanced up to Kurloz lying down a 10 on the counter. “K-Kurloz, I could pay, you know.” He looked back at you, shaking his head with a soft smile. You just shrugged and straightened yourself out as Porrim gave him his change and recite.

“Your drinks should be ready in a few minutes, go have a seat and I’ll have Kanaya bring them to you. Try to keep off each other, yes?” You flashed her a quick middle finger before following Kurloz to a small table off to the side.

Kurloz sat down, groaning lowly as he ran a hand through his hair. You smiled softly at him, sitting across from your friend. “Do you come here often?” You questioned.

‘I only really come here when Porrim works. She keeps the motherfucking brave girls from finding their way to me to flirt.’ He stuck his tongue out. “Ooh, girls personally come up to you to flirt? Ladies man, aren’t we, ‘Loz?” You teased.

He scoffed lightly, rolling his eyes. ‘Sadly, I seem to attract the occasional girl when I’m not wearing my wicked makeup.’ Kurloz jerked his head in a motion that meant to look to the right. You glanced back to see a group of girls giggling in his direction.

“Ew. Don’t worry, I won’t let them touch you and give you any diseases.” You winked. Kurloz laughed softly, that same wheezing-noise you’ve grown to love so much.

Kurloz pov

(Y/n) sat there across from him, being so cheerful. It warmed his heart. Kurloz looked up as a familiar figure walked towards them. Kanaya chirped lightly, “one small Pumpkin Spice Latte for the lady, and a small Chestnut Praline Latte with extra whipped cream for the gentleman. Enjoy.” She purred.

“Thank you, Kanaya.” (Y/n) smiled, hiding the hot cup between her hands. Kurloz chuckled, raising an eyebrow. She sipped from the latte, looking so happy with her decision. “This is soooo good.”

Kurloz grinned and took a gulp from his drink, sighing in content. ‘Very good.’ He agreed. (Y/n) grinned up at him, pointing to her upper lip; which was covered with whipped cream. “You think those girls would go for a hottie like me? Girls dig mustaches.”

(Y/n) burst out into laughter, playing with her (h/l) (h/c) hair. ‘I definitely motherfucking think so, my wicked bro.’ Kurloz winked. She giggled in sheer excitement and amusement; it was just too adorable.

“(Y/n), what could you possibly be doing?” She jumped at the sudden voice beside you, glancing up to see Porrim. “U-uh…” (Y/n) quickly wiped the cream from her lips. “Nothing.”  She cleared her throat. Porrim giggled softly.

Kurloz raised his eyebrows as she put a cookie down on top of a napkin. “On the house.” Porrim smiled sweetly before twirling on her heels, making her way back to her station.

The cookie had nice, crisp, and delicious looking Christmas decoration painted on with icing. (Y/n) seemed to be admiring the design as well. “Whoever does the decoration on these cookies needs a raise.” She snickered.

She reached forward and broke it in half, offering Kurloz the other half. “Eat up, ‘Loz. I can’t promise there are no laxatives or poison in these, though.” She giggled. Kurloz took it and chuckled gently, biting at the cookie.

No doubt it was delicious; such a shame to eat a piece of art like that.

(Y/n) purred in complete rapture. “This is really fucking good.” She complimented, then paused. “Too good. Fuck, ‘Loz, I think there’s death in this cookie.” (Y/n) dramatically put the cookie down, gasping.

Kurloz chuckled, rolling his eyes. ‘Come on, my wicked motherfucking sis. It’s definitely just a cookie.’ She giggled, nodding. “You’re right, but you can never be too sure.” (Y/n) insisted, reaching back to eat the rest of the cookie.

The rest of the time spent in the café was nice and quiet. (Y/n) and Kurloz finished their drinks and left a tip for Kanaya and Porrim, leaving with satisfaction.

“That was nice.” The (h/c) haired girl purred. Kurloz nodded, stretching in agreement. She hummed the rest of the way back to the apartment, dismissing the awkward silence.

Kurloz collapsed on the couch, growling in pleasure. “Tired?” She snickered, sitting on the coffee table in front of him. He nodded, holding the couch pillow close to his chest.

After a few moments of silence, (y/n) spoke up. “This apartment is really nice, you know? I’m glad you got out of what you said was a wreck… I can only imagine how hard it was, and probably still is for you. I’m proud of you, ‘Loz.” She smiled reassuringly.

Kurloz sat up a bit, furrowing his brows in confusion. Did she just… say she was proud of him? Without another word or gesture, he dragged (y/n) into a tight hug. She squeaked in surprise at first, but slowly sunk into it. “It’s true, you know…”

Kurloz nuzzled into her (h/c) hair, sighing lowly. The hug was short lived as she pulled back to move the hair out from over his eyes. He stared deep into her eyes, searching for something. What was he searching for? He wasn’t even sure himself.

Your pov

You smiled weakly at Kurloz, your hand lingering against his cheek. Your heart was pounding at his expression and how close he was to you. “Kurloz?” You whispered.

Kurloz silenced you with a shake of his head, leaning back with a grunt. ‘Sorry, got motherfucking distracted. Your eyes are wicked.’ You giggled at this… but a part of you was disappointed. You thought he was going to kiss you.

Pssh yeah right. Kurloz Makara, kiss you? Maybe in your dreams.

The rest of the day was spent learning about each other. You learned his father was a heavy alcoholic and drug user, who (after his wife’s death), expanded to abuse. Instead of being rather calm, despite the alcohol and drugs, he would freak out and scream. Kurloz got the worst of it to protect his brother; which you thought was amazing of your friend.

Kurloz’s mother was an everyday woman, with beautiful ginger hair, and striking brown eyes. She was an amazing mother, and he regrets he couldn’t have saved her from the car and the life she lived… You hugged him on multiple occasions during the conversation.

Your (e/c) eyes watched him in concern as he sat up, rubbing his eyes with a small hiss. ‘Thank you for listening, (Y/n)… I think it’s time to get our motherfucking sleep on, yeah?’ Kurloz got up.

You smiled softly, getting up with a short nod. “Sure, ‘Loz.” Kurloz handed you a pair of pajamas to change into, which you did gladly. His smell was oddly comforting.

As you both got into bed to sleep, a knock was heard at his door. Kurloz looked at you in curiosity as you shrugged. Who the fuck could be at the door this late at night? Your friend got up and cautiously made his way towards the door, making a hand gesture that told you to stay in the room.

You stood at the door, peering over to watch him open the door. You held your breathe at the tall and very muscular man stood in front of the door. He looked like he’d been through some serious shit- long, mangled hair, a 5’o clock shadow. But… those brown-indigo eyes were so familiar…

Before the male could speak, Kurloz growled lowly, offering you the first time you heard his voice as dark as you ever imagined. “Nashir Makara… What the motherfuck are you doing here?”