You yawn, stretching as you awake after a good night's sleep. You twist around a bit hearing a cracking noise from your back signaling that it was a successful stretch. Rubbing your eyes, you reach for your bedside table where your glasses should be...and where your table should be?? Your eyes widened in realization that you were no longer home but in fact, in a room.
You stand up spotting your glasses on a desk, quickly pushing them up the bridge of your nose. Looking around the room you notice something. It was decorated in some of your favorite things such as (f/a) plushies, (favorite game, band, singer, etc.) posters on the wall but one stood out in particular. A signed Murdoc Niccals poster about the bed. He was shirtless, rocking out on his bass mid-hip thrust. You giggled a bit at that before grabbing a sketchbook you spotted on the desk. Why were you so calm despite your situation? You had literally been kidnapped and abducted from your fucking home for crying out loud! Well, it could be worse. I could be beatened, bleeding, drugged on top of being kidnapped... you thought to yourself. Now that you had a sketchbook it was just a matter of finding some supplies...You gasped as you looked back to the desk. Copic markers and Prisma Colors?! Those had to be expensive which gave you an idea of what kind of place you were in.
You took the supplies, dumping them out on the bed as you flipped to a clean page in the sketchbook. Art had been a passion of yours ever sense you tumbled across an artist in 4th grade. Since then you had been practicing it as if it were religion. One of your favorite types of things to draw were weird things like monsters and different creatures that popped into mind. You stared off in space wondering of what to draw when it hit you. A cyclops! You began to make the outline of your sketch, using mechanical pencil since it was your prefered choice of sketching utensil. As you hummed to yourself, sketching the door open. You jumped a bit your (e/c) eyes widening as you quickly turned your attention to the door."Hello, luv. Glad to see you're finally awake." the male said, with a grin you weren't too sure of meant. You focused on the male realizing he was no other than Murdoc Niccals himself. Your cheeks flushed as you stayed silent, continuing to look at him. There was no denying that the green man was attractive and you may or may not have had feelings for him. A crush you would call it considering you always admired him from interviews and music videos."I can see you aren't much of a talker. A shy lass, aren't ya? Are you hungry?" He asked, walking closer. You flinched a bit scooting back on the bed some out of fear." Relax, relax I won't hurt you, Kitten!~" He cooed. Something about his tone calmed you as you stopped your movement. You stared up at him with innocent eyes causing his heart to flutter insanely."What's your name?" He said softly, sitting on the foot of the bed.
"(y-y/n)." You said in a nervous tone. You smiled softly, scooting a bit closer to him. You squeaked as he pulled you into his lap, squishing your plush body some.
"(y/n), huh? What a pretty name for a pretty girl. Your voice is quite adorable might I add. Suits you." Murdoc said, turning you to face him. You looked over his appearance. He seemed to be quite sober at the moment which was a rare thing for him to be. Just as you opened your mouth to speak, 2D barged into the room.
"Murdoc, you clearly don't understand what the word share means, do you?" He said, a bit of a frown on his face. He then turned his gaze to you." Hello, love. Muh name is Stuart but most people just call me 2-D." He said, bowing a bit. He took your hand, kissing your knuckles as you heard Murdoc give an audible scoff. Sharing? Love? Kitten? What in the bloody hell was going on here? For 2-D, kindness was a normal behavior but Murdoc? Not so much. From all you had seen in interviews and such, he was horrid and mean all the time.
"Quit kissing on her faceache! You're gonna give her AIDS!" He said with a scowl, raising his hand to hit 2-D. Your eyes widen in realization. You quickly grab his hand, pulling it back down.
"Please don't fight. Let's all behave like well rounded individuals, alright?" You said in a loud enough tone. They both looked down at you, expressions instantly softening as they smiled. The began to coo and give words of admiration once more. Geez, now I wish I would've just let them fight... You thought to yourself." Can you let me down now please? Also, nice to meet you 2-D, my name is (y/n)." You said before crawling into your position on the bed again, beginning to draw.
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She's My Princess(Murdoc/2D x Chubby!Reader)
Random"Of course I wouldn't hit her. She's my Princess.~"
