Stranded {{Murdoc X Reader}}

There is something about us...

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Morning comes in a wave of embarrassment and guilt. My head was playing games with me last night, I've never gotten so excited over some guy in my life. However, somebody was sneaking around last night, it couldn't of been Russel, he would of been louder then that... I doubt it would of been Noodle either, I think she'd parade in and embarrass me without giving it a second thought.

It must of been one of the boys, which makes things more awkward.

I get up and walk towards the dresser, doing my make up lightly to at least look presentable. I brush through my hair and tie it in my favourite style. I look outside to see a dark, miserable sky crying heavily, the rain running off the rooftop like a waterfall. Due to the weather, I whack on a cropped sweatshirt and a pair of comfortable leggings. I pace towards the door, stopping and looking to the ground before I walk out.

I need to analyse the boys carefully, I need to figure out who saw what I was doing last night... I can't act like they know either.

I open the door to my room and silently exit out of it down the long corridor. I strut downstairs to find all 4 of them at the table; Russel back to his normal size.

"Morning (y/n)! Feeling like shit?" Chuckled Noodle. "Because I sure as hell am." She states as she rests her head on the dining table next to her empty plate. The boys are halfway through eating, Russel enjoying filling himself up properly for the first time in almost a year. I sit down on the end seat and take a serving of toast and some spread.

"Did yew sleep well (y/n)?" 2D asked. A grin slowly growing on his face.

"I slept fine thanks. How about you?"

"Not bad until I woke up and found ou' yew lot 'ad doodled all ova my face!" He sulked whilst grinning.

So that's what the grin was about...

I pick up a piece of toast and bite into it, chewing it slowly as I look around the dining table. 2D is scoffing his face, Russel is enjoying his food, Noodle is half asleep and Murdoc has a book out along with a cup of tea, slowly eating his meal, his eyes glued to the pages. I can't take my stare off him, not after last night... that man has found his way into my dirtiest thoughts and I can't help but think of them yet again, my face feeling flustered as I look down at my plate.

"You look quite red (y/n). Is that the aftermath of alcohol?" Russel asks. His question causing Murdoc to look up from his book and glance over at me. Our eyes meet, he has a wicked grin on his face as he chews on a piece of toast. I quickly look away from him, my face filling up with embarrassment yet again. I don't know how to act around him after thinking so crudely of him. It's his fault for pressing up against me when we were on the boat, that's what triggered all of this nonsense.

I start to eat quicker, nervously chomping on my breakfast.

"Must be the alcohol Russ, I'm not feeling too good today." I sigh with a late response to Russel.

"You were hammered last night luv. Never seen you so worked up and excited mhmph..." Murdoc chuckles, his words causing me to choke on the crumbs of my breakfast. I contained myself and looked over to him, his eyes gazing into mine as he bites his lip roughly. Could it of been him?

"Too right Murdoc, yew were really worked up! Really loud too." 2D giggled, also looking smug as he stared at me. Now I'm dead confused, and incredibly embarrassed. Both comments sound suspicious, but it can only be one of them.

I build the courage to look at both of them with a sarcastic smile.

"Your the one who fell asleep spread out like an idiot on the floor 2D." I spit. "For a drunken Murdoc, you were acting pretty weird yourself last night too, surprised you didn't undress knowing you." I scowled.