El Mañana (Murdoc x Reader x 2D)

I May Be Dumb, And, Yes, I'm A Dweeb

I felt an arm snake around my waist from behind me, my eyes being covered by a large hand. At first I thought it was Murdoc, although he had only pressed himself against me once. It had seemed like something that he would've ended up doing. But once I heard the Cockney accent, the one that didn't pronounce the words properly, I knew it wasn't him. And, as much as I fought it, my face had grown bright red. "Guess who?" He asked, still being extremely flirtatious. Why was he acting like this? I mean, I missed the old 2D, the one who didn't try to impress me, who didn't change himself. The one who was goofy, the one who didn't seem sexual active. The old 2D. Stuart.

"2D." I mumbled, my voice coming out in a crack. He whirled my around, a large smile on his own face as he looked at me. Then he noticed the sadness that had lined my own face, his smile dropping as he looked towards me. "Love, what's wrong? I didn't mean to do anything wrong? I don't think I did anything wrong? Did you find my bong? Oh, love, I'm sorry." He was immediately filled with worry as he looked down at me, trying to me happy. I raised my eyebrows, cracking a small smirk. I didn't know that he had smoked pot, even though his room sometimes stank of it. With all of the pills and drugs he did, though, I wouldn't be surprised.

"No, no, 2D, it's not that. It's just that everyone is acting really weird. Murdoc is being a weirdo, you are being a mega weirdo. I just want things to go normal. I want to know why you guys aren't acting normal." His face turned red, himself loosening the collar around his neck as he looked back at me, chuckling nervously. "I want the goofy Stuart back." I felt like crying, and I was filled with guilt as I saw that his face had fallen. I looked down at my feet as he did the last thing I would expect him to do; hug me. After I made him feel like crap, I would expect for him to walk out on me, to slam the door. No. He didn't. He hugged me, having to bend down to actually reach my body.

"I'm sorry, baby girl. I'm sorry princess. I'm sorry, monkey." He whispered to me as I leaned into him, myself taking a deep breath. He smelled of cherries, a smell that I hadn't noticed until now. I took it as a welcoming sign, and relaxed into his grasp. "I don't know how to express my feelings. I've never, ever, have been this confused over something in my entire life, monkey. You make me feel so many things, you make me feel young again. You make me happy. You make me feel things I haven't felt in a long time. I love you. I love you more than the world. I love you more than I love myself. Call me a pervert, a pedophile, whatever you want. I love you." He finished his speech, and I looked at him, leaning backwards so I could see his face clearly. He looked back down at me, his eyes heartfelt. My mind was buzzing. I didn't know what to think at this point.

"I will be normal for you. I won't ever bring this up ever again, if it makes you happy, I won't do it ever again. I've never felt the need to impress someone, Y/N, to flirt with them so I could know that they are mine. They came to me because they were attracted to me, not the other way around. I haven't flirted that hard in," He counted on his fingers, and then looked back at me, deep in thought as he threw his hands over his head, and I laughed, my spirits brightening. He was actually attracted to me. He loved me, not just lust, like what I thought before. He was willing to change for me, willing to go back to the cute idiot he was before. He was going to change for me. Then, there was the looming fact that had been haunting me ever since it had happened.

I kissed Murdoc. Or, he kissed me. But, it was still a kiss. So, that meant that something happened between us. And I hadn't told Stuart, who was right in front of me. I felt downright horrible. I had to tell him. It wasn't like I shagged Murdoc, it was just a kiss. "Giraffe, I have to tell you something." Hopefully using the stupid nickname I gave him would soften the blow. I hoped it did.

"Yes, monkey?" He responded, his face beaming again as he looked at me. I looked back at him, my lip quivering, and my hands beginning to tremble as I closed my eyes, tears falling out them. This was the most emotional I had ever been. Ever. He wrapped his arms around me once more, but I backed up. He wouldn't like me. "Murdoc kissed me." The words escaped my mouth as I covered my mouth, grasping the doorknob and flinging it open. And, guess who was right there. The man I didn't want to see. Murdoc, with his ear to the door, holding a cup against it. I bumped into him, crying even more as he quickly hid the cup behind his back. I took a few steps back as 2D walked out of the room, himself looking heartbroken.

He wound up his fist, it all happening in a blink as he punched Murdoc square in the nose, his bangs covering his eyes somewhat, his eyebrows furrowed, and his breathing becoming heavy as Murdoc blocked most of the blows that 2D was delivering to him. He didn't fight back this time, though. He let 2D deliver the punches, and I began to cry even harder as 2D began to cry, screaming cuss words at Murdoc as he hit him.

"I hate you, you daft cow! You stupid prick, you bloody whore! You slag among men! You are nothing but a bastard, you asshole! You fucking kissed her? You knew I had feelings for her, you douchebag, and, yet, hers we are. I hate you, you fucker!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, and I began to cry even more, holding my mouth, and falling to my knees. I didn't know why I was crying so much, on the point of sobbing. Then, Murdoc shushed him, and nodded over to me. This was the first time l had seen Murdoc act so calm, while 2D was the one to blow up. He stopped throwing punches, and looked over at me, his eyes widening.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I should've have told. I didn't want this to happen. I want everything to be back to normal. I want 2D to be goofy, Murdoc to be grumpy. Noodle to actually talk to me, and Russell not glare at me as if I shagged everyone except for him in this house." I sobbed as I realized I had their attention, gripping the edges of the shirt as I felt an arm wrap around my shoulder, and looked to see Murdoc comforting me. And where was 2D? Right in front of my face, grabbing my hand.

"You don't have to be sorry, bird. I'm sorry. Fucker is sorry." Murdoc voiced for both of them as a grin outlined his face, and he gently rubbed my back. "I want you to be okay. To be happy." 2D mumbled as he brushed his thumb underneath my cheek. I felt helpless, like a baby as they both coddled me. But, they weren't fighting anymore, which was the good thing.

They weren't fighting anymore.