2Doc Oneshots

Stu By Any Other Name

• one of my favourite AUs in which 2D is trans, and this is my favourite trans!2D fic to exist okay bye
• summary: Stu thought he was being pretty obvious. Murdoc thought he was just not being a vegetable anymore.
• this is really really good 10/10. its so well-written with bits of comedy.
• ©️ pastelPLUNDER on ao3

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"Do you really need to do that?" A lilting cockney accent cut through the storm of curses and very colourful swear words, you actually hear the sound of a head snapping around like an owl on crack. A very angry green bean turns to glare at its pit eyed companion.

"Do I have to do what?"

"Well, y'know," Red Converse shuffled together nervously and the blue haired beauty took a small step backwards, "I jus't don't think that kickin' the tire's gonna help much. Won't make it less...flat." Stu gestured wildly with his hands, as he was wont to do as he explained his thought process.

"OH, I'm sorry, Princess! How about you come over here and fix it!" The words were growled angrily and Murdoc's voice raised angrily to establish just how not alright he was with the simpering from his boyfriend.

"Well, I mean neither of us is really fixin' it."

"I swear to Lucifer, Dents!"

They had known each other a week and a half before they started dating. Well, actually known each other, as in talked to and talked at, after 2d got out of his little coma. They hadn't spent the time arguing, as the average viewer may think, they had spent the entire week and a half together. Let's back it up a little.

Stu had decided the older man was, to put it bluntly, scary. He endeavored to never be in the room alone with him. Murdoc, on the other hand, had grown a little too used to Stuart's constant company when he was a vegetable and didn't seem to want to let go now just because the man had gained the ability to decide how much time he actually wanted to spend in the Satanist's company. Not fully aware of this decision, Murdoc endeavored to be in the same room as him almost at all times.

You'd think this would cause problems but it didn't. If Stuart ever did attempt to leave, and he didn't, he was to afraid to bring attention to himself, Murdoc would only have to bark that age old question of 'where you going' and he'd sit right back down. A neat trick, that.

The drawbacks at first were a very nervous 2d and a very frustrated Murdoc. To justify wanting him in the room, Murdoc talked to him almost incessantly about whatever came to mind, which lead to some awkward silences, but nothing you'd call the police over. Stu didn't get to respond much but that was alright because once Murdoc started talking he didn't really want to start ever again.

So, that was...kind of bonding? Poor, compassionate 2d, who had never had anyone be this close to him in his life, became infatuated. "I get something in me stomach when I think about you." "Disgust?" "I think about you in the shower." "So, not disgust?" They were together by the end of Sunday.

Russel had groaned and wondered what fresh Hell the band had been brought into. Noodle hadn't really seemed to pick up on the change, but drew them together more often, a green stick and it's blue spiky sea urchin boyfriend. The band was still very new, and the residence at Kong Studios barely broken into, but the band was already very close. You can blame that on the lovable Noodle if you like.

"Maybe we should just call Russ to have 'im pick us up." Stu looked down the road in the direction of civilization, not noticing the dirty look Murdoc had thrown him, "He's still got his mum's car."

"You wanted to go on a date, didn't ya?!"

Stu frowned and looked down, "Actually no."

"What?!" Murdoc yelled and accompanied the question with a hard kick to the jeep door. The steel toe of his boot left a considerable dent in the door and Stu jumped, "You've been asking me all week!"