Killing Me Softly ➳ 2D x Reader

3- Home

"I-I cahn't believe yer 'ere," he gawked, smiling like an adorable idiot.

"I- Uh, neither can I," you blinked hard, smiling back. "Small world, huh?"

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Present Day

2D's attention shifted to the tiny puddle slowly growing around you.

"...And you're soppin' wet! Err, uh, 'old on."

He rummaged through the storage room cabinet, retrieving a clean white towel.

You were beyond embarrassed. You didn't want him to see you like this. You didn't even want him to know what you were here for, but he was bound to find out sooner or later.

"I'm assuming you two know each other?" Murdoc groaned, tapping his foot impatiently.

"Yeh, we jus' met da ova day. Sung like an angel, dis one."

"That so?" Murdoc grinned.

2D enveloped you in the soft cotton towel, patting your wet face dry with the ends of it.

"Thank you," you smiled weakly, refusing to look him in the eyes.

"Right, so is anyone gonna explain to me what the fuck is goin' on? Who's she?" Paula scowled, with a manicured hand placed sassily on her hip.

The energy in the room shifted dramatically as soon as she spoke. 2D's joyful demeanor wilted like a dying flower.

"Yeh, em sorry babe. Dis is Y/N."

"Hi," you half-waved.

"You the maid?" Paula inquired with a suspiciously raised eyebrow.

"Um, well, I'm not really sure yet-"

"Course she is!" Murdoc butted in. "You've got the job sweet'eart," Murdoc winked, resting his arm atop your shoulder and reeling you into his bare chest.

"Oof- um okay, wow. Thanks?"

His strong scent overpowered your nostrils; the nauseating odor of cheap alcohol, sprinkled with unpleasant notes of B.O.

"Now, I'll be showing you to your bedroom...although, we could always share mine. The Love Shack has plenty o' room for the two of us."

"Uh, no thanks."

"Mudz, could you be any more revolting?" Paula scoffed.  "Leave the poor girl alone."

"Eh, she'll come around. They always do."

You were mildly suprised that Paula came to your rescue. You were under the impression that she wasn't all that fond of you.

"I'm Paula by the way," she greeted with a thick cockney accent. "Hope I didn't scare you off just then. The last girl Murdoc shagged ran off with half of our savings."

"Oi, don't go blabbing off about my personal endeavors! That was a one time thing, won't 'appen again."

"You don't have to worry about me shagging him. Trust me."

"Never say never, darling," Murdoc smirked.

Paula rolled her eyes and exited the room with 2D's arm linked around her waist.

"Well if you need anythin', I'll be down in D's room. Welcome to Kong."

"Yeah, em Y/N, it was nice seeing you again. We'll catch up later," 2D smiled.

"Okay, see ya."

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Murdoc led you up a second staircase and into another series of halls. It was surprisingly tidy, at least when compared with the rest of the building.

"We've got a few spare rooms. Go on, take yer pick," he gestured.

There was a row of doors, four on each side, and one of which had already been occupied by someone by the name of 'Russell.'

"You'll get to meet him tomorrow," Murdoc said as you read the sign on his door, "Big American fellow, this one. The two o' you might have a bit in common actually."

"Hm," you nodded, pleasantly surprised. It's been a while since you've come across another American.

You finally settled for the room on the far right of the dim hallway. It was the least dusty of the 7, and didn't seem to occupy any unwanted specters.

"Fabulous choice. Now go on, off to bed," Murdoc shoved, "Big day tomorrow."

Just as he was about to leave the room, you remembered something.

"Uh, Murdoc?"

"What is it now?"

"Is there any chance you could spare me a few toiletries? Y'know, toothpaste, shampoo 'n conditioner. I packed pretty light."

"Sure, but it's comin' outta your paycheck," he winked.

You shot him an annoyed glare, dragging your suitcases behind you.

"Kidding! Sweet satan, you Americans wouldn't know a joke if bit you in your arse."

"Or maybe your jokes aren't as funny as you think."

"Hrngh," Murdoc growled. "Bathroom's at the end of the hall.

"Thanks."

"Oh, and err, here," he slipped his hand beneath the waistband of his underwear, fishing through the hairy abyss to retrieve a crinkled post-it note.

"Nearly forgot. It's a list of chores for tomorrow."

Did he really just pull a piece of paper out of his asscra-

Your face recoiled into a sour grimace, "You can just uh, leave it on the nightstand." You didn't even want to know how long that had been down there.

Murdoc shrugged and left the room without another word.

Finally. A room to myself.

You exchanged your damp clothes for hello kitty shorts and a cami. You collapsed onto the gingham duvet with outstretched limbs, sighing your stress into a fluffed pillow. You twisted your spine until you heard the satisfying release of your back cracking and finally relaxed. You smiled into your pillow and allowed sleep to take you in it's withering arms.

Maybe things aren't going to be so bad after all.

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I apologize for the lackluster writing skills in this chapter. I hate writing exposition and to put it simply, I just wanna get into the good shit, yk? Also a sizable portion of this chapter was written at 4 in the morning, while I was running on none other than red bull and vegan cream cheese. I promise this won't be an ongoing pattern for the chapters to come so don't leave yet!! lool ty all xox