murdoc x reader

part 26

After a while longer of hearing Murdoc squeal and roll around on the bed like a child, you picked up the guitar to your right and played a few chords. "Can we please get back to it now, Murdoc?" He sat up and set the calender back down on the drawer. "I eh, sure, luv. Don't need'a get snippy." You rolled your eyes and waited patiently as he came around the bed and sat down next to you. You scooted forward on the bed a bit and began to tap your heel on the floor to a moderate tempo. Resting the guitar neck on your lap, you used tour right hand to reach over and grab the napkins. "So, do you remember in which order you wrote it? Because I was thinking maybe we could use my part towards the end." Murdoc thought for a moment, looking around at the napkins scattered upon the bed. "Yah, I do. I'll organize 'em while ya tune up that guitar." You nodded in agreement and began to tune the guitar. Once you were finished, you waited and watched as Murdoc stacked the napkins neatly, placing your lyrics on the bottom. "Should I just read off what ah've got?" He asked, looking up at you from the lyrics he was holding. You shrugged. "Up to you." Murdoc nodded once and cleared his throat. "Now eh, keep in mind that I won't be tha' one rappin' this... eheh..." You bit your bottom lip slightly and waited for him to read off the lyrics to you.

"Snatch a piece of my wonderin', distant-far like yonderin', skin of my tooth like seat of my boot like fly in my soup like, where's the waitress? Can I take this, really, can I finish this? These years and all these creatures." He paused and placed the first napkin down next to him, doing the same with the others once he read the lyrics. " It's my mistake, I'll make it j-dub to the boom now make it bounce-wiggle bounce-wiggle, shakin' all them bangs out. Chemical cutthroats, bound to blow the brain out. Cut to the brain, this ain't no game, I'll show no shame, I'll birth this blame, I'm twisted cain, I'll twist again, I'll push the blade as plain as day. Known to what these sayers say, known to what these doers do. It's you and who and you-know-where. We's about to take it there. We's about to make it clear. We happy or we lonesome. The long jump, the beat heart, from start to finish, ten spoons of spinach. The soul and the spillage, the cup that runneth ovah. We turn up the o-god." He cleared his throat once he finished reading off the last napkin. "We should put somethin' between my lyrics and yours. What was it that you were mumblin' after you sang? All alone?" He reached over for another napkin and his own and began to rewrite All Alone over and over. "Its a eh, good filler, luv. Also maybe slap it at the start since its at the end." You were a bit annoyed by Murdoc seemingly rushing this process. You rolled your eyes and stared down at the napkins. "Why not name it that while you're at it?" You hissed, crossing you arms. Murdoc, on the other hand, threw his up in the air. "Perfect! That's tha' perfect name for this piece!" You giggled a bit and snorted. He had no idea you were being sarcastic. "Yeah, perfect." You repeated.

You got up and walked over to the window in front of the table. "What are you doin', (y/n)? I've got a flow comin' baby! Let's get to writi-" you cut him off simply by meeting his eyes with yours. "Let's wait until we're driving to continue writing. Those drives are usually boring anyway." Silence filled the room and remained there for quite some time. You took a seat at the table and placed your hands beneath your chin to help prop up your head. You looked out at the ocean, slowly drifting back to sleep.

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You woke up, your left cheek on the hard wood table and hair matted to your face from either sweat, drool, or both, and with Murdoc shaking your arm. You grunted and opened your eyes to look at him. He stopped and smiled softly at you. "What?" You blurted, waving your hand at him. "It's midnight, doll! Make sure you're packed. We gotta go a bit off... of... schedule." You squinted at him and scoffed. "Midnight? Really? This damn ship doesn't dock til' at least noon, Muddz." He chuckled and walked over to his suitcase, squatted next to it, and zipped it up. "They check passports luv. We aren't getting off when the ship docks. Besides, there isn't a dock where we wanna be." You sat up and wiped your face off with your shirt collar. "What?"

"We're takin' our own boat the rest of tha' way!" He seemed so happy saying it, but you were frankly devasted. "Where the hell are we getting our own boat?" Your words were like fire coming from a dragon's throat. "The emergency boats, of course." It finally clicked it your brain. The two of you were stealing again. "Murdoc I..." He turned around and faced you, a frown on his face. "No ifs, ands or buts. Unless ya wanna go to jail." You bit your bottom lip and hopped up. "Just shove my stuff into my bag, please. I'm going to shower, brush my hair and get some water bottles." He saluted you teasingly, and you rolled your eyes in response.

Once out of the bathroom, you felt much more awake. Your hair, body and teeth were clean and all you needed to do now was to refill the four water bottles you two had. "How long will the boat ride take?" Murdoc shrugged and continued to stuff your clothes into your suitcase. "Ehh, a day or two. No more than three." You groaned and snatched up the empty bottles. You walked right back into the bathroom and began to fill them up in the sink. "Are you sure there's no other way?" You called out to him, hoping and praying that there was. "Nope!" He said back, now carefully organizing the napkins. He folded them up and tucked them into the front compartment of your suitcase. He then went over to his and sighed. "Ey luv?"
"What, Murdoc."
"Would you judge me if I wore the same thing til we got to America?"
"I... why would you?"
"It's the guitar or my suitcase 'ere sadly."
You took a deep breath in through your nose and let it out through your mouth slowly. "I guess I wouldn't-"

"Good!" He cut you off, slinging the guitar over his back. "I was gonna choose this anyway. Now, are you almost done? I'm ready to get a damned move on." You sighed and looked at yourself in the mirror one last time. You still couldn't believe all of this was happening. "Yeah, coming." You mumbled as you walked out of the bathroom. Murdoc grinned, showing off his sharp teeth. "Wonderful. C'mon then, the boats are jus' ova' there." He pointed to the left of the door, which was also the back of the ship. You swallowed your fear and nodded once, following him out of the door.