Hi! 

So this is a little bit of a long one. And took several hours of lost sleep. So enjoy. I think you all will really like this one, can't wait to write more...

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Part two.

It has been four months sense Stuart had gotten Yana Sterlings phone number, the same day Murdoc had broken Stuart's bedroom door for him to come and find, even to this day his screams of agony before the broken and badly painted red slithers of wood still floats through space and time...

It now has been three months sense Stuart and Yana had started dating. Their first date being held at a little Italian restaurant off the corner of Main Street, just a small memory in time... that Stuart can hardly remember.

And it has been around a month sense Stuart had started cheating on Yana (sorta), with non-other than the indictable but dashing-ly handsome (in his own way) Murdoc Niccals. I mean of course Stuart felt horrible about it, he has been cheated on before, it's no good and hurts someone's heart badly, but I mean this is Murdoc fucking Niccals! He is Stuart secret, SECRET Crush sense what seems like forever. Have you ever had one of those? A secret SECRET crush?I'm sure you have at some point. Just imagine being... wait what is it?... Oh yeah. FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS with said crush. Super cool am I right?

... but I guess your wondering... this was a month ago what about the here and now? Now, that is a good question what about the here and now?

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It was winter and the air was brisk. Outside the shabby house that the famous (but not that famous) band tried to tolerate living in, everything was caked in ice. Which was most definitely going to be a future problem for Stuart who was in a 'future' rush this morning...

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(2d's POV)

It was cold... so cold that it had shaken me from my sleep upon cloud nine, the cold being so sudden that it had grabbed me by my dry throat and dragged me back down to dirt. Yelling at me to snap out of it, snap out of it... "SNAP OUT OF IT YOU IDIOT!" No no no I don't want to think about that... Slowly but surely with my eyes still squeezed shut, I shifted slightly to my right making the soft cream sheets slide off my shoulder a bit. A shiver rolled down my spine, colder than you can imagine. Instantly I groaned and ripped the soft and silky Egyptian sheets over my head, but it barely did anything... it was still freezing.

Biting my lip I opened my eyes slowly, blinking them, and letting my black orbs look upon Murdoc's bare and slightly green back. He was facing the gray wall and away from me, like he always ended up doing, with the warm blanket wrapped between his legs like any other normal person.

I opened my dry lips beginning to speak though my mouth was dry, "M-Muds..." I crocked.

He didn't stir or answer making me a little uncomfortable, (it's not like I sleep in his bed every night... yeah, m-most definitely). Pouting I wrapped the sheets tightly around myself and shuffled closer to him like a sad little muppet and bonked my head on his shoulder blade, "Muds...". he gave me a response that time just a little grunt nothing much, But still it made me smile a bit, motivating me too scoot a little closer so that my chest was pressed against his back, he was so warm... . Slightly giggling to myself I wrapped my arms tightly around his waist and nuzzled my way into the crook of his neck.

"Stuuu..." Murdoc growled his voice thick as he rolled his shoulder and lightly jabbed his elbow into my stomach, "Get offf...."

I rolled my eyes and kissed his neck softly, he always pushed me away when I tried to do things like this...

Instantly he rejected me harshly by elbowing me in the stomach making me let out a small grunt and causing me to recoil as he said sharply over his shoulder, "2D."

"W-what?" I asked quietly hunching into myself while trying not to show that I was slightly shivering.

Murdoc turned over on his back, glaring at me and my naked, shivering self. I looked down into the cream sheets biting my dry lips. I think I need to drink more water... "just stop smothering me so much," said eventually his voice defeated and tired, "it's to early for that." Then he turned over again his back to me.

I frowned still cold, and now a little sad, "okay," I whispered looking down at my hands and the chipping green nail polish that Murdoc had painted on my nails just a few weeks ago, "d-do you want me to go back to my room? I-I-I could go b-"

"NO." He inturpted his voice twisted in an unexpectedly alarming sound making me jump. He reached with his clawed hand for my hands, and grasping my wrists tightly with said hand, "...don't leave. Just ...sleep, you have a big day tomorrow right?"

"We both do..." I said smiling at his green hand grasped my wrists. It was very dominant of him... I-I kinda liked it.

"Yeah sure, sure whatever." He said waving it off and not at all questioning what I meant, like he would of if the sun was up and it wasn't three in the morning, "Now go to sleep."

I nodded to myself staring at his hand still clasped around my wrists not daring to let go... but the cold was still hovering around me so after a few seconds I found courage to speak once again, "But Muds I can't, It's too cold..."

I hear him grumble to himself before he lets go of my wrists which I kinda minded... and sat up, he grabbed the black blanket with tired strength and flung it over me, then tucked me in so tightly that it felt like a second skin. "There," he said eventually glancing down at me, eyes barely open but a small smile now filtered across his lips, "Now in the morning you can crawl out of your cocoon a beautiful butterfly."

I looked up at him with wonder filled eyes, "Really?" I asked quietly.

He sighed and laid back down, mumbling a sure.

I looked up at the ceiling muttering a wow, I always wanted to be a butterfly their so beautiful and elegant. After a few minutes of staring at the ceiling I had closed my eyes, and once I did I felt the same firm grip clasp my wrists once again, ordering me to never leave. I opened my eyes almost instantly as Murdoc dragged me slightly closer to him intel my head was again resting on his shoulder blade.

I blinked and glanced up at him, then smiled weakly, whispering, "Goodnight Mudsy."

"Don't call me that," he growled back. But I was to sleepy and content to care...

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(Murdoc's POV)

I don't know how I got here.

Here I am now, laying in bed at 10 am (way to early) staring at my crazy singer shriek at me while he shuffled around naked trying to find his pants that I had thrown across the room last night. Something I never actually did start waking up to intel we started this little fling...

Sigh, Sometimes I really regretted ever telling him I liked his thighs...

... (a few minutes earlier.)

(2d's POV)

I soft groan exscaped my throat, and I turned over again. Or tried my best to, because Muds was basically holding me in place, which I didn't mind I kinda like that he can't let go of me. Eventually I twisted far enough the peer at the little clock on Murdocs bedside table, the little tin clock read 10:01 am. Way to early. Slowly I shuffled back into the embrace of the black blanket and rested my head back on Murdoc's shoulder, sighing lightly and closing my eyes, ready to cloud back into sleep.

... wait.... WAIT.

I shot up at once ripping my hands out of Murdoc's grip and digging them into my messy blue hair, my black eyes so wide that I think I was seeing little white spots, "WE SLEPT IN!"

Murdoc woke up instantly, (probably because I am now screaming my little head off.) grunting and opened his eyes that were only little glaring (and tired) slithers as he growled, "I don't recon a blue dullard was in the home alone movie." His morning voice was extremely thick and I couldn't lie it was incredibly sexy, I'd probably be up for a round two right now if it wasn't that his words were directed as an insult and if we weren't supposed to be at my parents house in seven or something minutes.

I whipped my head to glare at him and started yelling on about what we had to do today, "MURDOC-,"

"Murdoc?" He yelled back propping himself up on his elbow, "when did my name get dilated back down to Murdoc?!"

The name game was what Muds was referring too. We made this little game where we would only call each other Murdoc and 2d/(stuart if he was serious) if we were mad at each other or deadly serious, one drunken night. Of course he had forgotten everything about that rule/game the next day the only thing he did seem to sorta remember was that if I used his real name that I was mad at him. Stupid stuff like that, but nothing less it was true...

But anyway back on topic... I didn't even pause my ramble as he attempted to interrupt me. I just continued on pretending he hadn't even talked, "-I DON'T CARE IF YOU THINK I COULD HAVE PLAYED THE MOM IN HOME ALONE BETTER! WE HAVE TO GET READY, AND WE HAVE TO GO!"

"Now?" He asked rubbing his eyes lazily.

"YES NOW!" I shrieked, and I flung the blankets off me the best I could and stood up like the rocket man, or more like the butterfly he said I would turn into this morning, only to stumble from the pain in my ass and fall flat on my face like a utter idiot.

Crude crackling rose from the bed above me, (no doubt was Murdoc's) as I peeled my face (slowly) off of Murdoc's gross floor. I looked forward at Murdocs door in front of me with the shiny new lock that I had gotten him a little while ago as a present for us both.

Gritting my teeth as he continued laughing at me, I pulled my self up slowly my face red with embarrassment and heated anger. I glanced behind me at Murdoc who had stopped laughing but was now slightly chuckling as he stared at me arm hanging from the bed, cheek resting against the edge of the mattress. It was so unfair, even though I could see the faint ugly scars on his forehead (hence his hair has suffered yet another morning of bed head) it was still so unfair, how on bloody earth is he so damn hot! Biting my lip I decided I wasn't going to give in like a good boy even though it was incredibly tempting and clear he wanted me too. but instead I was NOT going to give up like I always did, even though I didn't like my parental parents I was STILL going to drag the whole band down with me.

"I don't care about Russel's opinion on the issue," I growled pulling my naked self up, "I don't care about Noodles opinion on the issue," I was now wobbling but standing, "AND I DON'T BLOODY CARE ABOUT YOUR OPINION ON THE ISSUE! AND I'M SO SORRY THAT MY PARENTS FINDING OUT THAT I DITCHED COLLEGE TO BE PART OF YOUR STUPID BAND IS A INCONVENIENCE TO YOU THIS MORNING!! BUT HERE'S THE THING PUNK!" I screamed pointing a accusing finger at my pissed kick ass bassist, before I started looking around the messy room to try and find my pants while continuing my screaming, "I DON'T 🎶BLOODDDDYYYY🎶 CARE!!!! WE ARE GOING TO MEET MY PARENTS AND TALK ABOUT THIS WHEVER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT! WHEVER ANYONE LIKES IT OR NOT! BUT MUDS... IT'S NOT LIKE YOU HAVE TO WORRY! I'LL STILL BE YOUR LITTLE STU POT IN BED ONCE WE GET BACK!! BECAUSE I AM SO FUCKING ATTRACTED TO YOU RIGHT NOW AND I DON'T KNOW FUCKING WHY! NOW IF YOU WOULD PLEASE JUST COOPERATE WITH ME FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE AND HELP ME GET EVERYONES ASSES IN THE CAR, AND I PROMISE, I PROMISE IT WELL BE WORTH YOUR WHILE!!!" I gasped in breath before I looked around defeated, "....NOW WHERE ARE MY BLOODY PANTS!?"

Murdoc just blinked back at me for a few seconds, he was sitting up and scratching behind his ear, not the reaction that I was expecting intel he finally spoke... "Do you need some aspirin?" Of course that's all he took from my monologue.

I just looked at him for a moment. I was tired, my throat was sore, I felt like I lot my virginity to a tree trunk, and I just really really want to curl up in his arms and let him shelter me from all the things I was afraid off... (for example, my very Baptist parental figures, that think I'm not buddhist but go to church and sing songs in the same pitch for 3 hours!) protecting me, like he has been doing... "M-maybeeee...." I wailed...answering his question about aspirin, while stumbling toward him and falling into his lap. He wrapped his strong arms around me immediately and rested his chin on my shoulder, while letting out a long and quiet huff through his lips.

"Do... do you like want to tell them your busy and reschedule or something...?"

I blinked and pulled away from Murdoc slightly so I was still sitting on his lap but not necessarily hugging him. "... no." I said quietly deciding to busy myself with fixing his hair somehow, "We still need to show up..."

"Why?" He asked groggily, looking up at me.

I looked at him straight in the eyes for a few seconds before I said with no emotion whatsoever, "I have no idea...now help me find my pants."

(Murdoc's POV)

Most day's I still don't know how I got here...

I mean it's been only a month, and if you think about it, me and Stuart were rocking this Friends with Benefits thing. I have never had so much longing and explosive anger in my damn life.

But there was still those few pieces that make this how it is, 2d still together with Yana in spite of playing this game with me, and me Murdoc Fucking Niccals not knowing what to do at all, I have always known what to do when it comes to romance... but with Stuart pot I'm so, so confused. He just makes everything confusing!

And now here I am watching him scream at the snow that had fucking plowed over my truck, and slip on ice just as he steps outside.

"HAHAHA," I laughed looking down at 2d who was spiraled on the frozen ground like some sort of ice princess, "has the butterfly finally hatched?" I asked him snorting.

He opened his eyes that were once squeezed shut with pain, and glared at me half heartedly, "I hate you."

"No you don't," I said stepping outside and hovering above him ✨without falling✨

"How do you do that?" He whimpered and I just smiled ready to tell him that I had magical powers before Noodle burst out the door with excitement, yelling, "OH MY GOSH LOOK AT ALL THE SNOW!!!!" And slipped instantly once she stepped out the door. Now Russel was now running out to help her. 

I rolled my eyes at everyone's ridiculousness balance was an easy skill ain't it?

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(New found narrator? Idk)

But here's the thing... you see all of this... you see 2d and Murdoc in this crazy sorta relationship, but you don't know how they got here... do you?

(Two months prior)

(2d's POV)

I most certainly not staring at Murdoc's ass right now... I'm not. I'M NOT! I KNOW WHAT YOUR THINKING!

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Just to be sure you get it, 2d is really staring at his ass right now... but not on purpose...

To be continued... thew! 

That was a lot of writing... I just couldn't find a good stopping point!

Anyway here's something Gorillaz! ❤️✨🫠  have a great day!