📚Book Club📚 Murdoc x Reader (Discontinued)

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You pushed open the heavy wooden doors that lead to the library and stepped over the threshold. You were inside one of the largest libraries in your area yet you brought your own book and clutched it to your chest tightly.

As you shuffled your way through the winding labyrinth of shelves, filled with rows after rows of literature, you began to notice the kind of people that littered the floor; some tall, some with glasses, some with hoodies; all collecting together to further educate themselves. You loved people-watching -that was the name you gave your little habit to make it sound less creepy- and trying to figure out what kind of lives they lead.

You'd always been an aspiring writer but never got to the actual publishing part. You mostly just came up with stories about interesting-looking people and what journeys they would go on. However, they were most likely scrapped after two chapters as you lost interest quickly; before moving onto the next project...

Eventually, you made it to the librarian's desk. It was too brobdingnagian for your taste but it had a slight element of elegance to it the more you observed. Sure there were slight chips and scuffs here and there but in your eyes that only gave it more character.

The librarian herself, seemed almost the opposite of the stereotype one might expect to see in such a place. She had grey hair but with hints of a (slightly faded) electrifying blue and it was styled in an equally as electrifying style. Above her left eyebrow were three scars in the shape of dots, suggesting the absence of previous piercings. Back in her day, she was definitely a party animal- who knows? Maybe she still is.

"Yes?" She spoke suddenly after noticing you stare for a significant amount of time for one to call you a creep,
"Oh! Uh, sorry!" You laughed awkwardly in an attempt to hide your embarrassment, she didn't seem pleased, "I'm here for the, uh, book club." She pointed to the left of her where there was a sign that read, 'book club this way'. You nodded and began to walk in that direction, "totally didn't look like an idiot that couldn't read..." you muttered under your breath as you stepped through a large doorway and sat down on a foldable metal chair.

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Book club was coming to an end and, despite your love of stories, you were bored out of your mind! It had been half an hour already and your mind began craving excitement or even something remotely entertaining to occur...

Unfortunately, nothing note worthy did happen. Once you were dismissed, you began walking back towards the exit, your head bowed slightly in disappointment... you were about five feet away from the door when someone called out to you,
"Hey! You with the h/c hair!" You instantly turned to face the owner of the voice, in this environment, he stuck out like a sore thumb! A black leather jacket accompanied by black jeans and (you guessed it) black Cuban heels, they looked quite worn down and as if he'd been wearing the same pair for around 20 years (he had). Despite those he had a trio of incredibly distinguishing features that were impossible not to notice, a busted nose, one red eye and -the most surprising one of all- a green complexion!
"Hello?" You snapped back to reality where he had begun waving a hand in front of your face to check if you were still conscious, you seemed to had zoned out whilst thinking of different theories as to why his skin was such an unnatural colour and why one of his eyes was a striking scarlet shade,
"I-I'm sorry I zoned out for a minute..." you trailed off, suddenly shy for an unknown reason, "I didn't mean to stare,"
"It's alright, luv, not everyday you see the Murdoc Niccals in the flesh!" His laugh was as unique as his appearanceand you could tell that -no matter the occasion- it was contagious!

The way he said his last sentence made you think he was some sort of celebrity so you racked your brain, trying to figure out what he was famous for...
"Y'allright there, love?" He looked a little concerned, "you zoned out for again,"
"Oh-uh yeah sorry, I was just... thinking,"
"You have no idea who I am do ya?" He caught you off guard and your face suddenly flushed red from embarrassment,
"I-I'm sorry, no..."
"It's alright! My band's not as popular as it was twenty years ago!" He laughed awkwardly and the two of you shifted your gaze from each other as, to your dismay, the amount of awkwardness enveloping the pair of you had grown...
"What was it you were going to ask me?" You suddenly piped up, he stared at you, quite obviously confused, "when you called out to me it seemed as if you had a query..." you trailed off, wondering if you weren't the one he had originally called out to,
"Oh yes that!" His sudden realization made you sigh with relief as you realized you didn't just embarrass yourself to the most interesting person you had ever laid eyes on,
"I was just going to ask, where's that new book club thing they're doing?" You smiled as you answered "You're about an hour late!" You giggled softly, finding his confusion cute, suddenly beginning to feel more comfortable around him,
"Damn," he answered with a goofy smile still plastered on his face, "guess the horde of fangirls I stopped to take photos with really held me up!" He gave another of his heartily chortles and you laughed with him, you were right it was incredibly contagious,
"I'm sure there's another one tomorrow at 4." You suggested once the laughter had died down,
"Ah, it's a date." He replied, winking very obviously causing your face to get even hotter,
"See ya then!" He waved and left through the large wooden doors.

The loud slamming woke you from your day dream. You desperately wanted to know more about him, 'why is his eye red?' 'Why is his skin green?' 'What is he famous for?'. Remembering that he's mentioned something about a band you raked your brain once more trying to remember his name, it was so unusual that you gave up and searched 'green skinned band member' instead...