Mr. Grinch- Murdoc Niccals x Reader

Christmas Album:

"Hey guys," I said, "Let's do a Christmas album!"
Everyone froze. 2-D slipped and fell on his ass, like the klutz he is, Noodle slammed her body down on the table, Russel broke his chair and fell, and Murdoc spat his beer out like a fire hose on full blast.

I got the feeling I hit a sore spot.

"Um... None of us are Christians, so... Why?" 2-D asked.
"Commercialism, publicity, fuckin' clichés." Murdoc answered, a slight annoyance in his tone.
"Baby girl-" Russel started before Noodle interrupted him:
"I think is a good idea!" She said, smiling.
"So now it's two against three, girls against guys..." I said, acting like a radio announcer.
2-D looked deep in thought for a moment, letting the idea simmer in his brain.
"Olrigh', let's dew eht!" He finally agreed, earning a fist shake and a menacing growl from Murdoc.
Russel sighed:
"I guess if Noodle's okay with it and D's okay with it, then it's a'ight..."
So now it was four against one... Majority ruled that we would do a Christmas album- even if Murdoc refused to cooperate.
"Fuck off, ya damn sadists!" He shouted, taking another swig of the alcoholic beverage gripped in his hand, "I'm not doin' a God-damn Christmas album! It's against me fuckin' religion! So suck it!"
He stormed out, leaving his beer on the kitchen counter and punching a hole in the wall on his way upstairs.

That night, I did the dishes. There was a day we decided that each one of us would do a chore rotation per day:

Sun.- *Break Day*

Mon.- Russel does dishes, I sweep, Noodle mops, Murdoc does laundry, & 2-D picks up trash.

Tues.- I do dishes, Noodle sweeps, Murdoc mops, 2-D does laundry, & Russel picks up trash.

Wed.- Noodle does dishes, Murdoc sweeps, 2-D mops, Russel does laundry, & I pick up trash.

Thurs.- Murdoc does dishes, 2-D sweeps, Russel mops, I do laundry, & Noodle picks up trash.

Fri.- 2-D does dishes, Russel sweeps, I mop, Noodle does laundry, Murdoc picks up trash.

Sat.- *PARTY!!!*

That's how it's been since I moved in, anyway. Trust me, most of the decisions made in this house are Majority ruled. Murdoc always has been a know-it-all, but that hasn't stopped us from being friends...

Later on, Murdoc and I were talking alone in his room. I felt my feelings for him catch up with me again. I became flustered, kind of weak in the knees, my voice broke, it was like I was a fucking adolescent again, trying to talk to my Senpai at lunch, for fuck's sake!

"Oi love, you okay?" Murdoc asked, waving his hand in front of my face.
"Oh, yeah! O-Of course!" I quickly snapped out of my thoughts.
"It's just... You stopped talking and started to stare out into space or something..." Murdoc said, explaining his worry.

"Oh, right, what was I saying again? The album! Anyway, we're gonna do that album with or without you, but we'd prefer if you would stop being such an ass about it! It's just a fucking holiday-"
"Jesus's birthday..." Murdoc cut me off, earning a frog on the arm.
"Right, Jesus's birthday, and we expect you to either do the album or pack your fucking bags, because if you don't wanna do it, we'll bring back Ace!" I warned, hopping up and starting towards the door.
"Okay!" Murdoc hollered after me, "I'll fucking do the sodding album, just please, come back?"
His reason for saying okay shocked me, drawing my attention back to him.

I entered the room again and sat back down next to him.
"P-please... I... H-have something f-for you..." Murdoc stammered, pulling a small box out of his pants pocket.
I took the box and opened it.
"You said you wanted to buy one, so I got it for you to save you the money..." He explained as I eyeballed the pendant. It was a tiny heart locket with "G" engraved on the front, obviously standing for "Gorillaz". On the inside was a picture of the band and another picture of just me and Murdoc. Both pictures were taken after Murdoc got out of jail and he became much nicer, less perverted, and less grouchy.

"Mudz, this is the best gift ever!" I squealed and hugged him tightly.
"I'm glad you like it Si-Si!" Murdoc strained his voice, "Now would you please stop crushing me, because I think you're gonna break my back!"

I let go, blushing madly from embarrassment.
"Oh my gah, I am so sorry!" I said, hiding my face in my hands. We spent the rest of the evening talking about what the album should be like...