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Phase One 2D Having A Crush On Reader
- it’s a strange thing. When you are in love with someone and then another appears and you feel the love for them more than you should. That’s how 2D said it was with you.
- He would do little things that no one else really noticed. Would let you have the last of the peppermint tea, offer you biscuits, help you with anything you needed.
- No one noticed this. Except Paula. You and her did not get along due to her blatant disregard for 2D’s wellbeing and the disrespectful way that she would fawn over Murdoc while 2D was in the same room.
- You and her would often bicker but it ceased when you noticed that it made 2D upset and the other band members uncomfortable.
- When it inevitably happened, you were the first to rush to 2D to try to make him feel better. He was inconsolable for a few hours and was about to choke Murdoc the fuck out but you didn’t let him leave the room til he was calm. Russel was already… taking care of your lights work.
- When Paula left, she saw that her car had been spray painted with a derogatory term for disreputable person. You did feel bad…. That you also hadn’t slashed the tires.
- Murdoc could only await your acts of wrath. You locked him in his Winnebago until he apologized. (He made it about two weeks. But he ran out of fresh water.) and then you gave him the cold shoulder until he apologized to 2D directly.
- 2D did forgive him, which surprised you. But it was easier than it would’ve been because he had you.
- 2D was in love with you.
#fanfic writing#fanfic#romance#x reader#2d x reader#2d gorillaz#romance headcannons#crushes#gorillaz#gorillaz fanfiction#gorillaz x reader#request#cheating?#murdoc niccals#russel hobbs#💜🤍✨ anon
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Chapter 1 of Last Living Souls out now
Noodle has been cleansing Kong Studios of its hoards of the undead all on her own-- until now. With still no word from Russel and 2D, she and Murdoc must rebuild their home. Not only is Kong full of rot and evil, but Noodle's birthday is only three days away, and Murdoc promises to make the most of it with her. Noodle hopes she can hold him to that promise.
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Waterworks
Murdoc x gn!reader
Masterlist
Summary - Murdoc likes to think he’s a decent enough lover. Except for when you give him a problem he doesn't know how to solve.
Word Count - 904
Warnings - Hints of Murdoc’s alcoholism, Murdoc’s self doubt (he thinks he’s a bad partner), this isn’t beta read
A/N - Can take place in any phase! Also, constructive criticism is very much welcome! If I missed any warnings, please let me know
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Murdoc likes to think he’s a decent enough lover.
Don’t get him wrong, he could do a better job and he knows you deserve someone better than him…but hey, you haven’t left him yet - that’s gotta mean something, right? He can make you laugh like no other and will buy you the flashiest shit on the planet if you asked. He knows how to do that well.
So it’s quite unfortunate that you’re now crying in his arms. He shifts uncomfortably, he doesn’t know what to do about this. He’s tense as you sob into his chest; his mind races, wondering what he should do or say. He gives you a few awkward pats on the back, something he remembers Noodle doing the last time he vomited after drinking too much. Drinking’s always been how he solved all his negative emotions. He almost suggests it, but stops himself, knowing he doesn’t want you to end up like him.
Murdoc thinks about getting Noodle, Russel, or the nitwit - someone, anyone who can comfort you better than he ever could. He thinks about a previous time you cried, Russel made you tea and offered you words of wisdom before watching a movie with you. Another time, 2D and Noodle brought you food to lift your spirits. Kind gestures don’t come easily to Murdoc, he mentally curses his bandmates for having sympathy. He tries to get up to grab someone, but you hold him so tight there’s no point in standing up. His shirt’s soaked, and you only seem to be crying harder. Murdoc’s powerless, a feeling he can’t stand. Negative thoughts gnaw at his insides with each sob you let out; he silently beats himself up for being such a useless boyfriend.
“Er - uh, do ya wanna talk about it?”
A sense of familiarity is felt when Murdoc finally spits a question out. He remembers Russel asking the same question after he first witnessed one of Murdoc’s drunken depressive episodes. You shake your head and whine out a quick no thank you. His memory’s a bit spotty, but Murdoc remembers his reaction being much more violent; a chair was possibly thrown in Russ’ direction.
He glances over at a clock that may or may not be set to the incorrect time. You’ve been crying for hours - at least, that’s what Murdoc thinks. Father Time would disagree and say you’ve been wailing for only seven minutes. He sighs, starting to feel a bit impatient. He’s got a raging headache from the stiff drinks he had last night. His plan was to keep this escapade from you, not wanting you to know he’s been drinking again, but he knows you’re not an idiot. You smelled the remnants of alcohol when you barged into his room, face wet with tears.
Murdoc then wonders if distraction would work. He’s already 0-2 when it comes to ideas, so why not go for a strikeout?
“Ha! I just remembered! I swiped Noodle’s last cig earlier,” he starts to boast, “and she gets all pissy ‘bout it, but guess who she’s blamin’? The half-brain 2D, who else? ‘Coulda told her I nabbed it, but why would I? Watching the two argue about a smoke was pure entertainment.”
Murdoc laughs again, before shifting you in his lap to sit more comfortably. “It wasn’t even a good smoke anyway.”
He begins to recall other events, like 2D’s voice cracking during a song, and Russel’s drumstick falling out of his hand. Murdoc, of course, claims to have played perfectly; not a single bum note coming from his bass.
“Ya should’ve been there, love,” he hums, his hand unconsciously rubbing your back much less awkwardly than the tense pats from earlier. You take a few sharp breaths. Murdoc notes how you’re slightly more calm than before. He took the moment to speak again.
“Now, why am I seeing waterworks? Spit it out, what’s got ya bawling like a baby?”
He doesn’t miss the amused huff you let out. You sniffle as you pull away from his embrace and wipe the tears. Your eyes are a bit dull, and your face is red and puffy. Murdoc still thinks you look nice. He stays quiet as you take a few more deep, shaky breaths to calm yourself. You speak, your voice cracking as you force the words out.
“I just had a rough day, that’s all. Thanks for holding me.”
Murdoc wipes a stray tear from your eye before looking down at his shirt. It’s cold and wet with your tears and snot. Your eyes follow his, and you cringe at the mess you left on his clothes. The room is silent, save for the murmur of the TV you didn’t even realize was on. You enjoy the moment; a calm that came after the storm instead of before. Your eyes dance across the room, not really paying attention to anything interesting before they land on your boyfriend, who is staring directly at you.
“Y’know, love,” he speaks, a grin forming on his face. “For a moment there, it felt like I was at Niagara Falls.” He laughs, the noise turning into a cackle as you groan and hit his shoulder. You roll your eyes before laughing too. The dullness of your eyes is now replaced with a slight sparkle. Murdoc couldn’t think of a prettier sight.
Maybe he wasn’t as bad of a boyfriend as he thought.
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Skate Along
(fanfic based off of Art by @nineeteen2000 )
As the vibrant California sun streamed through the windows, 2D, clad in his signature black attire, stood at the kitchen counter, flipping a slice of bread in the toaster. Ace, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes, shuffled over to the fridge, clad in his unmistakable Powerpuff Girls attire.
2D glanced over at Ace with a small smile. "Morning, Ace. Fancy a bit of breakfast?"
Ace yawned, his voice groggy. "Morning, 'D. Yeah, sure, what are we having?"
"Just some toast," 2D replied, adjusting his now-white eyes to the morning light. "I was thinking of hitting the skate park later. You up for it?"
Ace nodded, his interest piqued. "Skating sounds cool. Count me in."
As 2D retrieved his toasted bread and began to spread some jam, Ace leaned against the counter, watching him. "Hey, 'D, you making coffee?"
2D's cheeks flushed pink as he chuckled nervously. "Oh, no, just toast. Sorry for the confusion."
Ace grinned playfully. "No worries, mate. I can make my own coffee." He poured himself a cup before joining 2D at the table.
Silence enveloped the kitchen for a few moments as they savored their breakfast. Ace broke the quietude with a gentle kiss on 2D's cheek, eliciting a surprised but pleased expression from the singer.
"Mmm, thanks, Ace," 2D murmured, a soft smile gracing his lips.
Finishing his cereal, Ace looked up at 2D. "So, ready to hit the skate park, 'D?"
2D nodded eagerly, swallowing the last bite of his toast. "Absolutely. Let me just grab my gear."
With a shared sense of excitement, they headed out the door, ready to embrace the adventures that awaited them under the California sun.
As they ventured out into the world, gliding effortlessly on their skateboards, 2D couldn't shake off the lingering insecurity brought on by the laughter of some passing kids. Sensing his friend's unease, Ace swiftly intervened, lifting 2D up and directing his attention towards the source of the laughter.
"Hey, forget them," Ace whispered, his voice filled with reassurance. "Show 'em what you're made of."
With a mischievous grin, Ace encouraged 2D to retaliate. "Flip them off," he urged, his voice barely above a whisper.
Feeling a surge of defiance, 2D stuck out his tongue and flipped off each of the giggling girls, much to their displeasure. As the tension dissipated, Ace smoothly glided away, leading 2D to a serene spot along the boardwalk.
Once they had some distance from the commotion, Ace gently set 2D down and turned to him with concern etched on his features. "You okay, mate?" he inquired, searching 2D's eyes for any lingering traces of discomfort.
To his relief, 2D burst into laughter, the tension melting away like morning mist. Caught up in the infectious joy of the moment, Ace joined in, their laughter mingling with the rhythmic sound of the waves crashing against the shore.
"That was incredible, man!" Ace exclaimed between chuckles, slapping 2D on the back. "Let's celebrate with some ice cream."
Grinning from ear to ear, 2D nodded enthusiastically, his earlier insecurities now a distant memory. With a newfound sense of camaraderie, they set off in search of sweet treats, the promise of laughter and adventure guiding their every step.
As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the boardwalk, 2D and Ace strolled side by side, ice cream cones in hand. With each lick of their sweet treats, their bond grew stronger, strengthened by shared laughter and moments of vulnerability.
As they reached the end of the boardwalk, 2D turned to Ace with a smile that reached his now-bright eyes. "Thanks for always having my back, Ace," he said, his voice tinged with gratitude.
Ace grinned back, nudging 2D playfully with his shoulder. "Anytime, mate. That's what friends are for."
With a contented sigh, 2D leaned against Ace, enjoying the warmth of their friendship and the simple joys of a carefree afternoon. Together, they watched as the colors of the sunset painted the sky in hues of pink and gold, knowing that no matter what adventures lay ahead, they would always face them together, one skate at a time.
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Could you write about teen Murdoc and teen reader have been dating for a few months and Murdoc takes them to meet his Father and older brother?
I’ll let you decided if it goes down good or bad 💚
these are my favorite to write teen mudz is so fun to write for i love him so much. im so sorry this took so long to get out :(
TW: Sexual comments towards reader, a plate is thrown, Murdoc tries fighting his dad
-The Ruined Date-
You were surprised when you had gotten a call from your boyfriend, Murdoc Niccals. He had rarely called you, instead he would rather show up to your house and talk to you in person. You had immediately picked up the call hoping that everything was alright.
"I need to take you somewhere, you be ready in an hour yeah?"
Murdoc didn't wait for your answer, he had hung up before you even processed what he had said. He never scheduled dates this early so you knew it must have been urgent.
He had shown up before he had told you to be ready at which also surprised you. Murdoc was never good with time management so he was always a few minutes late. Not wanting to make him impatient, you quickly ran out to his car as soon as you were ready and jumped into the passenger seat.
You could tell from his tense body language and sweaty palms that he was nervous. Seeing your boyfriend like this made you nervous. Was he going to take you out on a date to end your relationship? Did you do something wrong?
"My father wants to meet you."
Murdoc's voice had pulled you from your thoughts instantly. Now everything had made sense.
Your boyfriend only talked about his home life a few times, in those few times you had enough information to know that Murdoc's father was an absolute ass.
To help reassure your partner that everything would be okay, you held his hand and smiled. He had instantly tensed up more and you quickly let go of his hand.
"I'm sorry, love. You can hold my hand if you like."
You shook your head. You knew this was stressful for Murdoc and you didn't want to stress him out more.
When Murdoc parked in the driveway that's when he began to breathe faster. You immediately began to reassure him and tell him that you loved him. Your boyfriend nodded before running to the passenger side of the car to open the door for you like he always did. He may have been a 'bad boy' but he had always had been well mannered around you.
The walk to the front door of the house was stressful for you both. You knew Murdoc was terrified to knock, so you knocked for him.
You had greeted Murdoc's older brother with a smile and a wave, Murdoc greeted him with a cold, blank stare. He didn't necessarily hate his older brother, but he disliked him greatly.
Hannibal smiled back at you before leading the two of you to the table where you would be having dinner at. At the head of the table sat Murdoc's father, Sebastian.
Murdoc froze up for an instant before sitting down next to you. You held his hand and softly ran your thumb across his knuckles in an attempt to ease his nerves as much as you possibly could.
"This is my significant other, Y/N."
Your boyfriend's voice was heavily tainted with anxiety and slight anger. He had every right to be angry at his father after all. Sebastian didn't say anything. Instead he looked you up and down before winking at you.
Murdoc shot his father a glare. He would have done more than just glare at him if you weren't in the room. Your boyfriend would never want to have you see him upset like that.
Sebastian had began to make crude comments about your looks. The last thing that came out of Murdoc's father's mouth was 'how good are they in bed?', before Murdoc got up and threw his plate at Sebastian.
Hannibal held back Sebastian while you held back Murdoc, you didn't want anything to escalate farther. You had thanked Hannibal and Sebastian for the dinner before dragging your lover to the car and buckling him into the passengers seat.
Murdoc wrapped his hands around you before beginning to sob and whisper apologies. You held him and played with his hair. You didn't know what else to do besides do that and tell him it wasn't his fault.
When he had begun to collect himself, you started the car before driving back to your house, promising Murdoc a dinner there and maybe a movie and cuddles after. All he could think about is how he was so lucky to have found you.

#gorillaz#murdoc niccals#murdoc niccals x reader#gorillaz x reader#hannibal niccals#sebastian niccals#gorillaz fanfiction
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:3
#gorillaz#2d gorillaz#stuart pot#gorillaz fanfiction#i think im funny#i had a very hard time controlling my laughter as i wrote that
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READ THIS FIC THIS FIC IS SO GOOD THIS IS THE BEST FIC I'VE EVER READ READ THIS FIC THIS FUCKS SEVERELY
https://archiveofourown.org/works/53112613/chapters/134386240
#gorillaz#gorillaz fanfiction#gorillaz fanfic#gorillaz fic#2doc#gorillaz 2doc#2doc fanfiction#2doc fic#2doc fanfic#ao3 fanfic#ao3 link#ao3#archive of our own
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It's been a while, but I have another chapter of the ficcy fic set in @stu-the-pink-fish 's adorbs au teehee
#2dace#gorillaz#stuart pot#ace ppg#ace gorillaz#gangreen gang#gorillaz fanfiction#2d gorillaz#noodle#murdoc niccals#russel hobbs#russel gorillaz
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Pics from a Gorillaz fan project I collaborated w GP Reeds, as well as voice acted! Had an amazing time and experience working w him and other talented Gorillaz fans, and first time being on YT. Feel free to like, subscribe and give shout outs to him and the rest of the team. And expect more to come! We're "Ryding" in style!
https://youtu.be/dsnXA7Hq6UU?si=aZX1pq24zbWzor61
#gorillaz#youtube#fan project#gorillaz phase 8#digital art#inkart#first post of 2024#gorillaz fanfiction#fan animation
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Doodles from chapter 25 of @poltergeistsoup fic "just like the old days, but better !”
#my art#gorillaz#gorillaz fanart#gorillaz fanfiction#noodle gorillaz#2d gorillaz#russel gorillaz#murdoc gorillaz#stuart pot#russel hobbs#murdoc niccals
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2-D Cuddling and Sleep Headcannons
2D is a very cuddly guy. He just is. He doesn’t get much affection (or even touch) so when he’s with you, he will capitalize on your warmth and love
He loves curling up next to you on a couch or in bed.
Loves when you fiddle with his hands or hair. You trace the lines in his palms often and he loves the odd and slightly ticklish sensation.
He draws shapes and letters on your skin when he gets really sleepy. Mainly hearts, stars, his name, your name and ‘I love you.’ (He always traces every letter of I love you.)
He hums to you. Period.
His go to cuddling position is resting his head on your chest. Your heartbeat is his personal lullaby (plus this means you can play with his hair)
Is partial to being the big spoon, even though it sacrifices hair play but is is perfectly suited to allow him to play with your hands or for you to fiddle with his.
Is a very good person to sleep next to. Stays to his side when you inevitably separate from cuddling positions and take his share of the blanket and no more. But one of his limbs always has to be touching you or else he wakes up.
Is not, I repeat NOT a morning person. He grumbles at you when you try to get up and whines when you eventually get out of bed.
His gaze follows you as you get ready for the day. You leave him with a kiss and a promise of a peppermint tea if he gets up. (Does it begrudgingly)
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New one-shot, When The Lights Go Out: A storm knocks out the power and the band has to entertain themselves like it’s the 90s for the night
#gorillaz#gorillaz fanart#gorillaz fanfiction#gorillaz fanfic#gorillaz fic#phase 1 gorillaz#murdoc niccals#Russel hobbs#2d gorillaz#Stu pot#noodle gorillaz
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Another one, just for good measure. Phase 1/2 (just early phases in general) 2D with a very loving and affectionate s/o?
2D with a loving and affectionate s/o
I’m so sorry you had to wait this long! Hope you enjoy
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An affectionate s/o is probably what 2D needs the most
After Paula he’ll most likely need the constant reassurance that you need him
And won’t leave him for anyone, especially Murdoc
PDA isn’t really off the table for him
He likes when you’re being affectionate while Murdoc is in the room
He’s a little shit, so it’s how he shows off
It also reminds him that you love him and only him
Speaking of Murdoc, you’re the first person 2D runs to after he gets hit in the head again so you can massage it better
It almost makes getting hit worth it
Almost.
If you make this man tea he’ll fucking melt
His favorite is peppermint, but he’ll drink anything you make him
He enjoys cuddling while you drink tea together
Bonus points if you pet his hair
You were most likely there when the band filmed there music videos so you could cheer him on
He’d walk over to you for a hug after each take
And to show off to Murdoc. He’ll have this shit eating “I have this cool s/o and you don’t” grin
It got to the point where he’d purposely fuck up a scene so he can walk over to you for a hug
It most likely annoyed the band after the fifth or sixth time
He didn’t care. How could he when you smother him with kisses and give him the best hugs?
If you’re watching TV or a movie (most likely a zombie movie), you’ll lay his head in your lap and he becomes the happiest man on the planet
He’ll probably fall asleep
So good luck if your legs begin to grow numb
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Sorry for the short post! I just really wanted to get this one out quickly!
Hopefully I can start posting more regularly. Thanks for sending in the request and I’m so sorry you had to wait so long!
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CHAPTER 1 OF CYBORG SUBMARINE IS FINALLY OUT!!
Please go give it a read, I'm very passionate about this project and I really want to share it with others.
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Sitting on Plastic Beach
(fanfiction Based off of Art by @ultra-art-blog)
Murdoc and 2D stood side by side on the edge of Plastic Beach, their gazes lost in the relentless dance of the waves under the moonlight. The sea, a vast expanse of secrets and memories, whispered to them in a haunting melody only the night could sing. Around them, the detritus of the world washed ashore, a stark reminder of the isolation they both felt, even in each other's company.
Murdoc, with his usual slouch, had his hands buried deep in the pockets of his weather-beaten trousers, a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. 2D, tall and lanky, wrapped his arms around himself, as if the sea breeze could chill the melancholy that had settled in his bones.
"Do you remember," 2D's voice broke the silence, soft and hesitant, "when we first came here? You said this place would be our masterpiece."
Murdoc's eyes flickered with a rare vulnerability before he turned his gaze back to the ocean, the ash from his cigarette falling unnoticed. "Yeah," he murmured, his voice rough like the sea's caress against the shore. "A masterpiece... or a prison. Depends on the day, doesn't it?"
2D nodded, his eyes reflecting the moon's glow, pools of sadness in the dim light. "It feels like we're the only people left in the world when I look out there. All those times, the music... it's like they were just echoes from someone else's life."
Murdoc took a deep drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing brightly in the darkness, before exhaling slowly. "Maybe they were, 2D. Maybe we're just ghosts of ourselves now, haunting this place, stuck in a loop of what could have been."
The honesty between them hung heavy in the air, a tangible presence that was seldom acknowledged. For years, they had navigated through the highs and lows, their relationship a complex tapestry of need, resentment, and the kind of understanding that only comes from shared experiences.
"We made something beautiful, though, didn't we?" 2D's voice was almost a whisper, his usual timidity replaced by a reflective somberness. "In between all the madness and the fights... we created something that mattered."
Murdoc looked at 2D, really looked at him, seeing not just the singer or the frontman but the person he had journeyed with through it all. "Yeah, we did," he admitted, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards in a semblance of a smile. "In our own twisted way, we did."
They stood in silence then, two silhouettes against the backdrop of the ocean's vastness, letting the sounds of the waves fill the space between them. It was a moment of mutual understanding, a silent acknowledgment of their shared history, with all its imperfections and moments of brilliance.
As the night deepened, Murdoc and 2D remained there, on the edge of Plastic Beach, the place that had become a symbol of their greatest achievements and their most profound isolation. In the end, it wasn't just about the music or the fame but the connection that had endured, flawed and frayed, yet undeniable in its intensity.
And as the first light of dawn began to paint the sky, they turned away from the ocean, stepping back into the shadows of the beach that had become both their canvas and their cage, carrying with them the bittersweet knowledge that some bonds, no matter how strained, remain unbroken.
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hiii it’s murdad anon !! ( i just realized i forgot the r when i sent in that ask . sobs ) i hope you’ve been okay !! can i request a oneshot of murdoc taking care of his sick daughter ? maybe during phase 2 , and she got sick from all the traveling her and her dad did so he had to care for her while also working on demon days ? tysm and have a lovely day / night !!
[🦷🎀 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢. 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗? 𝙸'𝚖 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌. 𝙸𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐... 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 <𝟹]
🥒 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐜 🥒
𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
Running a hair through his tar-coloured hair, he stared down at the thermometer he stole from a small convenience store down the street. He glanced up at the Mexican sun beaming through your window illuminating your pale face. He gave a whistle, looking down at you again.
".. Shit, you're sick kid." He announced, tossing the thermometer somewhere. The sound shattering glass made you open your eyelids...
"I hadn't noticed." You retorted. You may have been ill but.. That didn't break your spirit. Thank god. Murdoc snorted at that, putting his hands on his jeaned hips as he looked away and clearing his throat.
"Well.. Uh. How're you feeling?" He grabbed a shitty little chair in this rundown little house he had taken you and sat down by your bedside.
The expression you gave him made him fight another smile. He was such a jackass.
"How do you think?" You spluttered slightly, an uncontrollable cough exploding from your dry throat. You gave a meek sniffle as you looked at him through glassy eyes.
"I dunno, you've always been a... Decently healthy kid." He muttered, ruffling your head slightly with pursed lips. "Despite who's loins you came from."
"Ew." You snuffed. Why was he like this?! "You're so gross."
"I'm not the bed ridden one, love." He shot back. God, you two could banter for months. The similarities between the personalities between the two of you could be pretty difficult to tell apart but there was probably the screaming difference... To him at least.
You were a saint.
"Did you need anything? Feeling shitty is pretty shitty." He asked, tilting his head to an uneven angle, the shade of the sun hit his face as the sound of your weak coughs filled his ears once more.
"... Jelly."
"Jelly?" He raised an eyebrow... Jelly??
"It's sweet and.. Easy to swallow." You wheezed, looking up at your dad once more. Your face was completely flushed. He nodded.
"Yeah that figures... Alright. I'll see what I can do..." He honestly had no idea where he'd be able to grab that... He was kind of.. Chased out that convenience store. Maybe they'd let him back in with a pretty apology? What a laugh.
You didn't add anything else. You were always such a good kid...
He had to get you that jelly.
"You would've gotten sick from the amount of chaos swarming your life..." He muttered, guilt sinking over his shoulders, rubbing the back of his neck. "If.." He looked over at his spawn, shaking his head again.
If he had known... He wouldn't have dragged you down to hell with him.
"I'll be back, don't let anyone in. Okay? I don't need some fucker breaking in." He stood up, walking to the coatrack and slipping on a leather jacket. "That's if you can stand."
"Funny." You responded bitterly. He snorted again.
"I'll be back."
And, if you're wondering. No the store didn't let him back in.
He took that jelly by force.
(Can screaming and shouting and punching and violence in general be considered force?)
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