murdoc x reader

part 5

Out of shock, you jumped up a bit, hitting the top of your head on the roof of the car. "This... this is just some wacky dream, right? I didn't really get robbed, kidnapped, and then saved by Murdoc fucking Niccals from Gorillaz, right?" Your heart was racing faster than it ever had before, and you felt so light headed you might faint. Murdoc groaned, rolled his eyes, and smeared blood from his nose with his wrist. "No, this isn't some fuckin dream, and I didn't take that damned bandanna of for you to just sit and stare at be while I'm bleeding profusely," his cheeks began to develop a light pink tint. "now, can you help stop this blood, (y/n)?" Still in shock, you shook your head. "I.. yeah... I can help," you mumbled, inching closer to him. You gently placed your index finger beneath his chin, and tilted his head back. His blood flowed over your fingers which made you cringe a bit, but you didn't mind if it meant helping him after he saved you from being harassed any further by that douche in the bar.  "Hate to tell you, luv, but this isn't stopping the bleeding all that much," you nodded and let go of his chin. "Keep your head back, we just need a cloth or something to hold up to your nose." 

You looked around his car, and found a pocket knife on the floor board. Back when you were freaking out, this would have come in handy. You picked it up and held it tightly in your hand. You then reached beneath the seat and pulled out your apron. You sighed and cut a piece of the fabric into a rectangle with the silver pocket knife. You stuffed the apron back beneath your seat, and put the knife back on the floor board. You turned back around to face him and leaned in closer. "Put your hands down by your side, please." He listened to you and let his arms drop down from his nose. With shaky hands, you reached over him and cleaned the blood from his mouth, chin, and cheeks. You then held it up against his nostrils. It soaked up a good amount of blood before you noticed he stopped bleeding. "Is it done?" He asked, looking at your through the bangs covering his eyes. You looked at his nose and then nodded. "Yeah," you began, removing the cloth from his nose "you can sit up now. I'll check to see if it's broken tomorrow, when there's more light." He tilted his head back down and sighed. 

Your eyes met with his, and suddenly your heart beat picked up pace once again. "Sorry you uh, hand to find out this way." He mumbled, turning his body back around to face the windshield. "It's fine, thank you for what you did in there." He chuckled and leaned his seat back. "Don't mention it, he didn't have to touch ya that way, no matter the reason you raised your hand to slap him." He crossed his arms and laid them behind his head. "Oh, he uh, actually slapped my ass." Murdoc immediately shot back up and stared at you. "I... had no idea he started it, I should've punched that  pricks nose harder... I'll go back in there if you need me to. Don't give a fuck if the cops are called, I can get away from them again. Trust me, if any other guy touches you like that again without your consent, I'll-" you cut him off by leaning in and placing your index fingers on his lips. Your cheeks were burning, and so was your stomach. You couldn't believe that this armed criminal was protecting you. "It's fine, Murdoc. Thank you. It's in the past," He sighed and gently removed your hand from his mouth. He rested your hand down on his thigh, and kept his placed on top of it. "Alright, well, I won't let it happen again."

For the first time this night, you were incredibly thankful that the lights were so dim, because you could tell by the temperature of your cheeks that you looked as red as the dried blood on his nose. "I appreciate that," you mumbled, sliding your hand from beneath his. He nodded once and laid back down, shutting his eyes softly. You cleared your throat and leaned your seat back too. You turned over on your side and rested your hands beneath your cheek. "G'night, (y/n)." He whispered, shifting his legs so he was more comfortable. "Sleep well, Murdoc." 

You didn't sleep that night. You couldn't. You remained laying on your side, your eyes wide open until it was light out again. You couldn't stop replaying everything that had happened that day in your head. You got robbed, kidnapped, harassed, and then found out you had been with a famous fucking musician the whole time. You were praying it was just a dream, but it was apparent that it wasn't once you gave yourself a few 'wake the fuck up, (y'n)' slaps throughout the night. True, it was always a dream of yours to meet the Gorillaz. But you never thought you'd be meeting only one, and you never dreamed it would be this way. You tossed and turned all night, anxious for the morning. You knew that if you tried to leave, which you did consider, Murdoc would have caught you. Besides, you didn't know your way home. And every time you sat up and reached for the door handle, you glanced back at Murdoc sleeping, and your heart began to race. And you didn't want to leave. Looking at him, despite all that had happened, gave you some warm, fuzzy feeling. You didn't know why, and you weren't sure you wanted to know why. So, there you remained all night. Shifting around in what was probably a stolen car, anxiously awaiting the awakening of your kidnapper.

After what seemed like hours and hours, the sun was finally rising. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, looking around the parking lot. All but three cars were gone, and the signs light was off. You looked at the clock and groaned. It was still only 4:30. You had only been laying down, for a short 5 hours. You looked over at Murdoc and pouted. He was still out cold. You fell back into the seat and stared up at the roof of the car. "Fuck..." you groaned, placing your hands over your stomach. Your head was throbbing and your eyelids felt heavy. You turned over on your side and faced Murdoc. You were amazed at how heavy a sleeper he was, and how he was able to sleep with a hurt nose and no pain killers. You smiled softly to yourself, and held tightly onto his leather jacket you were still wearing. You let your eyelids shut softly, and you took a few deep breaths in through your nose. "Just relax," you mumbled to yourself, feeling the relief of your body weighing heavy on the car seat. "Just..." you sighed and buried your face into the collar of his jacket. "Just fucking sleep..."