murdoc x reader

part 36

"What the hell are you doin' in New Orleans..." Russel's voice was as deep as the ocean, and rumbled like thunder. 

"We're eh... makin' our way up to Vegas. Workin' on a new band." 

Murdoc seemed tense. 

"We are?" Russel repeated, narrowing his eyes. You felt a lump form in your throat. Russel gently pushed Murdoc to the side, his eyes meeting with yours. He smiled softly at you, your nerves easing. He inhaled deeply through his nose and took a step back. "Who is this?" He motioned at you. 

Now was the moment of truth. 

Murdoc stood up taller, taking another puff off of his cigarette. "My frien', (y/n). She's gonna be the band's new song writa'. She also sings and plays the guitar pretty damn good."

Ouch. 

Russel cocked a brow and looked at you up and down. "Your...friend is wearing ya shirt while you're in boxers? Should've guessed." He scoffed. You felt your face starting to burn. 

"So what are you doin these days, RRRRuss?" Murdoc switched topics, leaning against the Jeeps open door. 

"Just makin' my way around. Decided to uh... take care of Del. So I came 'ere."

Murdoc rolled his eyes and chuckled. "Whatta shame... Del was one hell of a rappa'. And you... are one hell of a drummer. Eh... why don't I buy us a round? You and I, talk 'bout your career. And the future of it?" He hissed, raising his eyebrows. 

Russel sighed and shrugged. "Sure. But, get some clothes on man."

Murdoc laughed loudly and spun to face you. 

"(Y/n), take of m'shirt. Give me my pants." He demanded. His eyes pierced through you. 

You felt your heart break a bit. 

"O-Oh... yeah..." You gave him his shirt and pants, slipping your pajama shorts on and your own shirt on. "Be quick, yeah?" You looked up at him and smiled gently. He glanced back at Russel and narrowed his eyes, grinning. 

"We'll see."

It had been about an hour. You were alone in the Jeep. Murdoc and Russel off drinking, talking. The sounds of the street kept you up, but all you wanted was sleep. 

And to feel his arms around you. 

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You woke up, not thirty minutes later, to Murdoc shaking your shoulder. (Y/n)! Russ... and.. -hic-... I came to the conclusion that we're gonna get Gorillaz togetha!" He slurred. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. 

You shot up and faced him. "Will... you still need me?" 

Murdoc laughed and collapsed in his seat. "Ya know I will~" 

And with that, he was out. 

You sniffled, grabbed a cigarette and stepped out of the car. The streets had calmed down a bit. 

"Need a light?" Asked a familiar voice.

You looked to your right to see Russel. You smiled softly and held out the cigarette. "Yes please." 

Russel nodded and lit it. 

You took a puff of it, and Russel sighed. 

"Look uh... (y/n). I'm sorry I came out of nowhere. Trust me when I say I wanted to avoid his dumb ass, but we talked... before he got wasted... and decided to maybe give the band another shot. Are you okay with that?" Russel was so considerate. 

You snickered and shook your head. "I have no choice but to be okay with it."

Russel gently placed a large hand on your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you. And it worked. "Seems like you care with him to stick with him, and from what I've heard, he's made it out to seem like he cares about you, too. I'll make sure his cracka' ass doesn't hurt you."

You felt as if an arrow shot through your heart. 

"He's made it out to seem that way?" 

Russel sighed, and your eyes met with his. 

"Murdoc is a dickwad. He doesn't care about anyone or anything, other than himself and money. I mean... maybe you could have changed that. Does seem that way. But, don't get your hopes up kid. You seem like a kind girl. I'd hate to see you crying over him." 

You bit your bottom lip and nodded. You tossed your cigarette to the ground and stomped it out. "What time is it?" You asked. 

"About three in the morning." 

"I'm going on a walk. I'll see you later Russel. Thanks for the talk."

He nodded. "Don't mention it."

And with that, you walked off to see the streets without massive crowds.