#murdoc x y/n

[sardonic-the-writer]

𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐜 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐄𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ warnings: fighting, brief mentions of injuries & alcohol. murdoc is a warning in himself to be frank

↳ song: rock the house—gorillaz

↳ notes: headcanons about murdoc & you. made to be platonic/a self insert type fic, but could be romantic too. this overall just stemmed from my infatuation and hatred for his green ass

nasterlist | commissions | carrd

• Murdoc is so self-absorbed. It's honestly beyond you how he hasn't floated away into the sun with how inflated his ego's gotten

• It doesn't help that he's regarded as the sole reason for bringing together one of the best bands ever recorded—something that he holds over the entire bands head when he feels like being an asshole

• With that giant persona of his inevitably there comes jealousy. The musician gets unreasonably grumpy if someone, especially you, is ever more excited to see a collaborator over for a recording session instead of him of all people

• "You were just gawking at 'em the entire time like an idiot! Wha', never seen a bloody live recording before?" Murdocs accent clipped his words as his gravely voice spit fire at you one afternoon. You just laughed at his annoyance, not even bothered by his attitude after years of putting up with it

• "Murdoc, it's De La Soul. Of course I'm going to be excited. It's ten times better than waking up to you rummaging around in the fridge with nothing but a thong on."

• "Get fucked you little twat." He barked, stomping off and ending the little spat. You didn't see him the rest of the day, no doubt off brooding in his Winnebago. It didn't bother you. More quiet time to hang out with Noodle for you!

• More than often, the two of you have been recorded in separate interviews talking about the other. Mostly just talking shit

• "So, what's this we've all been hearing about a certain bassist getting in a car accident?" A random reporter asked you one day from over their horn rimmed glasses. 2D, who was currently the only other person besides you that had been able to make it to the questioning, scratched his head absent-mindedly as you cackled in glee

• "Yeah yeah. I ran over Muds with my car one day. Just knocked his sorry ass right over. Pow! He recovered fine, dont worry, but the moment he did, I had to run for my life." You managed to get out through laughter. "Still have no idea how those fucking tabloids got ahold of that story."

• "Wasn't it an accident f'ough? I remember you sayin that." 2D tilted his head with a slight lisp

• You just grinned toothily and said nothing

• "It. It was an accident. Right?" He asked again, this time with more nerves

• The interview was cut off shortly after that

• On the topic of cars, Murdoc's own set of wheels was probably his only pride an joy apart from his bass. And ironically, the van was the bane of the rest of the bands existence

• The amount of times you had to bang on the Winnebago's dented door to tell him to shut up— the smell of cigarettes, sex, and too many air fresheners leaking from the cracks —should be a crime

• And each time without fail, you were always met with a shirtless Murdoc; either inviting you in for his version of a night of fun or just plain flipping you off

• You always found the latter easier to deal with

• Russel has always been the medium for any serious fights you and Murdoc would have. You both fight a lot, sure, but normally over small things like who should run out to get more booze or tune up band equipment. It was only when things got really heated that the drummer would step in

• Nine times out of ten, that just meant he'd pick you up with one arm and place you in a separate room until the two of you could stand to be around each other. It was always you he did that to, too, since the one time he'd tried that on Murdoc, Russel narrowly avoided a black eye and a week's docked pay

• It really was easy to forget that technically Murdoc is your boss. With how much shit he gives out, and vise versa from all of you, it really just felt like he was an annoying roommate. An annoying, rich, and vibrant green roomate

• At the end of the day, though, none of you really hated him. Well, the jury was still out on 2D, but you had a feeling the past few years the singer had been trying to pick himself back up

• Murdoc, however much of a prick he is, is still a key part in the band. Without him, some of the best song you'd all produced would have never happened, and some of your best drinking memories would have never happened. Hell, he even did a pretty good job raising Noodle. With plenty of help from everyone else, of course

• So no matter how many inanimate objects you all chucked at each other's head, at the end of the day you'd never trade him for another bass player

• "You lot getting soft on me now?" He grinned sharply at you, licking the outside of his teeth as you pretended to vomit at the mere thought of being nice to him

• "I'd rather die and be reincarnated as a cockroach." You grimaced dramatically. But the both of you were smiling at each other, breaking up the conversation with playful punches

[dentiststoothfairy]

🥒 𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐎𝐂 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐒 🥒

"𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞"

𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

𝐆𝐍!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

"I'm with him for better or for worse."

"It'll probably end up for worse."

"I knew that the day I met him."

*＊✿❀○❀✿＊*

- You always knew you were nothing more than a name under his belt. He's Murdoc fricken Niccals. But there was something inside you that held onto every word he said. Every sweet line he's most definitely used on a million other ladies.

- Maybe it was the love for satanic bad boys who are in a world famous band. Maybe you did your best to dive past his... Quite frankly, disgusting personality at times because there was truly something beautiful in him somehow.

- When you two dated for a while. You were more than ecstatic, not only did you mean that much to him that you were settling into his life... But he was also willing to be seen with you, you were more than a one night stand!

- The other band members treated you with civility. Of course they questioned your taste a little bit. Especially 2D but honestly, who wouldn't? It's Murdoc.

- Because you hung around the band so often. You heard such... Colourful stories of your boyfriend. But they couldn't scare you away. Not you. Not from him.

- The life of Murdoc Niccals was something you'd have to learn to keep up with. Music, parties, drugs, satanic ritual, more music, bullying 2D, and some more drugs.

- It was such a destructive path...

- 2D, who had grown quite attached to you continuously warned you about Murdoc. As if you already didn't know.

- "Stu, I'm with him for better or for worse."

- His face twists into one of bitterness and worry. "... That will probably end up for the worse, Y/N."

- He was just worried about you. But who was he to butt into your romantic life?

- ".. I've known that since the day we met."

[mybluelonglegs]

2d x reader mini story

(backstage y/n is a beginning singer)

i closed my eyes finished singing my lyrics and heard the crowd scream. i smiled in response

" Thank you so much guys!, ill be right back but with the time ill be gone a wonderful group called the.." i said looking at my hand which had the name of the band. " the GORILLAZ" i said yelling the bands name, i heard the crowd scream in response while i started walking off the stage until... "o-" i said closing my eyes feeling my body fall from the impact that hit me, i felt someone's arm wrap around my waist and said "oh im sorry love, i didn't see you their" he said laughing softly and nervously " you, okay?" i quickly opened my eyes "oh ya sorry, i wasn't looking where i was going"i said quickly getting up off of him" oh go,go your gonna miss your que" i said running backstage "bu-"i heard him say before i ran far enough backstage. ( what the fuck was that) i thought to myself, i shrugged it off and started getting ready for my next song after them which was about in 20 or so, so i had time to change into a new outfit " hmm what should i wear?" i said looking at my closet. "oh perfect" i said heading to the bathroom in my changing room i changed and walked infront of my body lengthen mirror

y/ns hair

y/ns shirt

y/ns pants

y/ns shoes

" okay i think this will fit the song good" i said shrugging and walking to my makeup desk and starting my makeup

" that was a weird interaction, never had that happen before" i said thinking about the situation while doing my makeup

" okay and done" i said smiling at my art work

y/ns makeup

jewelry

"okay i really went off with this look" i said looking into the mirror when my ear bud buzzed my managers voice coming from it

" okay y/n its time to get into place"

i pushed a button " you got it mom" i said jokingly

i heard my manager laugh in response " come on if we go at this speed you'll miss it"

"okay,okay im going mom" i said laughing and walking out my changing room

i slowly made it to the side of the stage watching the man that caught me from falling singing i looked at him confused and buzzed my earbud " hey who's the guy that singing?" i waited for her to answer

" thats the lead singing of the gorillaz" i heard her voice

" really? i thought the band would be older than that how old is he anyway?" i said buzzing my ear bud

"um let me think by the way hes acting and how he looks i would say maybe like 24 or 5 why?" my manager asked confused

" just curious i guess i mean the name just sounds like they would be older" i said crossing my arms and listening to the song he was singing

( he was singing 5/4) the girls were going crazy for him and he was eating it up winking and kissing their hands i rolled my eyes waiting for my turn

but when i was about to turn, i was someone in the corner of my eyes so i looked back and he was Infront of me.. he pulled the mic away listening to the tempo " sing with me" he said putting his hand out

i grabbed my mic and walked out with him the crowd went wild screaming our names i laughed in response. he continued to sing his bands song

" she turned my dad on~" he sang winking at me

i laughed in response and looked back at the crowd walking over to the other side of the stage and started humming to the tempo

"she turned my dad on~" i sang looking at him and started moving my body ( hips) to the beat

( i noticed a light tint of blush on his face while he sang making me laugh softly)

"dad on, dad on" a little girl sang playing the guitar

i turned and smiled

" she made me kill myself come on~" he sang as the song slowly ended looking at me

the crowed cheered us on and we walked to each other and bowed. i turned to him " your really good" i said smiling

"thx love you to" i said winking at me

" thanks so whos in your band we might have to chat" i said winking back

" well then we'll meet you after the show" he said winking and walking off the stage with his band

i looked at the crowd and waited for my song

~skipping my song hermit the frog~

"we broke our glass ballon let go of my glass ballon" i said singing the lasts of the lyrics and bowed

" thank you, thank you i hope you enjoyed the show tonight and have a wonderful lasting night" i smiled and blow a kiss at the crowd and walked backstage still hearing them clapping

i sighed going to my dressing room and started humming music and taking off my outfit and putting on a black crop top on with some flannel pjs. i sighed again laying down on the couch when was a knock at my door.

( hey guys if you would like a part two pls like or give me some ideas pls)

[simp-king-noshi]

𝓜𝓐𝓢𝓣𝓔𝓡𝓛𝓘𝓢𝓣

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐬:

𝒲𝒾𝓁𝒷𝓊𝓇：

𝒮𝒾𝓂𝓅𝒷𝓊𝓇：

Simpbur kidnaps you pt 1, pt 2

𝒜𝓇𝑔𝒷𝓊𝓇：

𝒢𝒽ℴ𝓈𝓉𝒷𝓊𝓇：

𝒫ℴ𝑔𝒷𝓊𝓇：

𝐎𝐂 𝐱 𝐎𝐂：

𝒩𝒶ℴ𝓂𝒾 𝓍 𝒮𝓃ℴ𝓌：

𝒩𝒶ℴ𝓂𝒾 𝓍 𝒥ℯ𝓈𝓈𝒾𝒸𝒶：

𝒩𝒶𝓉 𝓍 𝒜𝓊𝒹𝓇ℯ𝓎：

𝐃𝐒𝐌𝐏:

𝒯ℯ𝒸𝒽𝓃ℴ𝒷𝓁𝒶𝒹ℯ：

𝒟𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓂：

𝒮𝒶𝓅𝓃𝒶𝓅：

𝒢ℯℴ𝓇𝑔ℯ：

Dress

𝒯ℴ𝓂𝓂𝓎：

Vampire Tommy

ℱ𝓊𝓃𝒹𝓎：

𝒮𝒸𝒽𝓁𝒶𝓉𝓉：

𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐳:

2𝒟：

ℳ𝓊𝓇𝒹ℴ𝒸：

ℛ𝓊𝓈𝓈ℯ𝓁：

𝒩ℴℴ𝒹𝓁ℯ：

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬:

𝐀𝐉𝐑:

𝒜𝒹𝒶𝓂：

𝒥𝒶𝒸𝓀：

ℛ𝓎𝒶𝓃：

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬:

ℱ𝓁𝓊𝒻𝒻𝓉ℴ𝒷ℯ𝓇

[saturnzkelz]

WRITING GORILLAZ SCENARIOS!!

I can do any scenario! Read rules before giving a scenario:

- Only light NSFW (sensitive topics, NO sexual things but they can be hinted at)

- 2Doc, 2oodle, Russdoc, Noodoc, Acedoc, 2Ace, Noodace, or any ships similar to this are STRICTLY FORBIDDEN. Only exceptions are Murdoc and Paula or 2D and Paula and Murdoc and Moonflower. Band member x y/n is allowed.

- No romantic or light nsfw scenarios of Noodle as a child.

- no romantic or light nsfw of ANY band members as a child

- No topics that include detailed depictions of SA. Hinting at or anything that isn’t to be enjoyed or detailed depictions are allowed.

- Angst is allowed

- be respectful of these rules and my boundaries.

- lgbtq Headcanons are allowed.

Anyways, comment what scenarios I should write!

[alicedash2]

"Hallo evernyan, haw are you? Fine Thanks Yu"

Hi, I'm Alice Dash, I'm 18, it's my first time about write Y/N x character, pls, be patient with me!

I like draw, anime and cats ( and learn news languages)

I write in Portuguese but I translate to English, my English is not very good, so, I will translate and repost, or, just write in English/Portuguese

Native language: Portuguese ( from Brazil ) 🇧🇷

Learning 日本語 (Japanese)🇯🇵, Русский(Russian)🇷🇺, Svenska (swedish)🇸🇪, Suomen (Finnish)🇫🇮 and Deutsch (German)🇩🇪 languages

In the moment I will just write request and not original ideas, I don't have time and energy for that

Requests is open ♥️

RULES

MASTERLIST- One Piece

MASTERLIST 2- One Piece part 2

MASTERLIST 3- Jujutsu Kaisen

MASTERLIST 4- HUNTER X HUNTER

MASTERLIST 5- Call of Duty

MASTERLIST 6- Death Note

MASTERLIST FOR GORILLAZ

The all thing is all in my Wattpad in Portuguese!

[captain-lessship]

Hello ! Can I ask for a 2d x female reader who protects him from Murdoc? (Like he hits 2d all the time :( ..

A/n: beware of blood and yelling<3

- You didn’t like Murdoc. It was simply impossible to enjoy the company of a man who hits your boyfriend and berates him.

- You try to keep 2D away from him as much as you can but the truth of the matter is that he is the singer in Murdoc’s band

-2D worries that you’ll see him as weak if he ever says anything about it but you only could see him as strong

-On the days when Murdoc is particularly mean, 2D will curl up on your lap and soft cry as you rub his back. These days really make you wanna hunt Murdoc down and drown him like a rat but 2D stops you.

-“Can’t have my girl going to jail.”

- It didn’t take Murdoc long to realize not to hit or yell at 2D in front of you. You have been known to snap at him and you get personal. (2D has hand to drag you out of the room)

-There are times that 2D has nightmare L’s about the more traumatic things Murdoc has done/ has let happen to 2D. You often just sit up with him as you listen and consul him.

-“I hate whales. They-They’re so whale-y! Why do they have to be so whale-y!” “I don’t know but it’s okay, it’s okay. I won’t let the whales get you, sweetheart.”

Then there was the only and only time you and Murdoc got into a fight. A fist fight.

A fresh outta jail Murdoc decides it was a good idea to try and insult 2Ds attempt at an album without him. Before 2D could stop you, you wheeled around and punched Murdoc in the face with the anger that had built up over the years. Murdoc hit the ground, clutching his face.

“Say shit like that again you green bastard and I will fuck you up!” You screeched at him as 2D grabbed you by your waist and Noodle tan to inspect the damage on Murdoc’s face.

He rose up off the floor, thick red liquid running from under his hand, an evil and surprised glare came from him. You were about to pop off again until 2D finally got a good enough grip to pull you away and out of the room.

[mudsock-nicdicks-wife]

Omg I love your writing 💕

If you're comfy with it, could you do a chubby y/n x gorillaz?

If you would like to add more personality pls text me💗

You can make it about anything!

definitely one of my favorite asks of the day <3

i decided to make it a bit angsty and more abt ed stuff since i needed a bit of comfort for that so i apologize lol.

Gorillaz x Chubby Y/N

(Can be taken as either platonic or intimate relationships)

TW: Disordered eating, body insecurities, and mentions of food/eating.

Murdoc F. Niccals

•He loves your curves so much.

•If anyone body shames you he will be throwing hands (and chairs).

•Will always make sure you're eating enough.

•He likes squishing you when he's stressed (if it makes you uncomfortable or insecure he will stop immediately).

- Mini Fic-

To get Y/N's mind off of eating, Murdoc decided it would be good for the two of them to get out of the house.

The bassist took Y/N to a nearby record store and bought them a few records that they have been wanting for a while.

He proceeded to take Y/N to their favorite stores and bought them their favorite snacks.

Murdoc didn't mention anything about eating the snacks which Y/N was thankful for.

The next morning Murdoc opened Y/N's door to see if they were still asleep. The bassist glanced at Y/N's sleeping form and then around their room.

When he saw the empty snack wrappers he smiled, knowing Y/N had ate at least a little bit.

Stuart '2D' Pot

•He also loves your curves!

•Always will think you're beautiful/handsome/perfect.

•He will distract you with little rants while you two eat.

•He will also try and get you to rant while you both eat so you're not as distracted by the food!

- Mini Fic-

After filming their newest music video, 2D decided to take Y/N out for lunch at their favorite restaurant since filming had taken up all his recent free time.

When they had gotten to the restaurant, Y/N started denying that they wanted anything to eat, which obviously worried 2D that Y/N was picking up on his eating habits.

Against Y/N's wishes, 2D ordered Y/N's favorite food for them and claimed that they could eat it later if they still weren't hungry.

A few minutes into the meal, the singer began ranting about one of his video games he had recently been playing and Y/N began to mindlessly eat.

Y/N had begun to panic when they realized how much they had eaten, but 2D was quick to silence them with words of praise about how happy he was that they had eaten.

Russel Hobbs

•He loves every inch of you.

•Russel will grab you and hold you if you begin to tell him about any insecurities you have.

•He then will talk to you about healthy ways you can help cope with your feelings.

•Will cook you your favorite meal afterwards and will eat with you.

- Mini Fic-

Russel had noticed Y/N had not been eating as much, so he decided to sit them down and bring the topic up as gently as he could.

As soon as Y/N began to ramble about their body insecurities, Russel wrapped Y/N in a tight hug.

After Y/N had gotten all of their feelings out, the drummer started giving Y/N healthy coping mechanisms to help them through their emotions.

When Russel had finished his and Y/N's conversation, he proceeded to make their favorite food and made sure they never skipped a meal again.

Noodle

•She is genuinely confused about how you could be insecure about something so perfect.

•She won't bring the topic up but will set up movie nights and buy your favorite snacks.

•If you ever talk to her about it she will support you in any way she can!

- Mini Fic-

Noodle didn't want to ask Y/N what was wrong, mainly because she didn't know exactly how to. She had began noticing little things here and there that we're changing about Y/N, but could never find the right words to use when asking them about it.

So, Noodle decided to help you in the only way she could think of, a movie night!

Noodle brought even more blankets to Y/N's room and set the snacks next to them.

Y/N looked at Noodle, almost asking as if it was okay for them to eat. The guitarist smiled and nodded.

After Y/N had eaten their snacks, they had fallen asleep on Noodle's lap.

[reikarimaaa]

Hey its me again lol but I was thinking about plus sized readers could you do an update on the last one? And maybe do thing about y/n wanting to begin a singing career but is nervous to sing in front of people?

Pls text If you have questions and I hope you get more requests 💗

//: 2-D x Plus-size! S/O ://

harami’s hitch-notes :

oh my god. im so SORRY I COULDNT GET THIS OUT FASTER AKANDNALANWKAKWN. okay im sorry if im not as active, writers block/life been kicking my ass but now im hyped up again! might not be as active. soz lol.. . okay anyways ily

// stuff on here : a bit of anxiety, um, s/o has glossophobia. Yeah that’s it I think . enjoy //

When 2-D found out that you wanted to start your own singing career?

Well, he was over the moon ! no scratch that, he was over the sun

and he’d definitely be there and coach your vocals, giving you tips and instructions

though when you asked him to help yourself on overcoming your glossophobia?

well, he’d be there to help. every singer has their baby steps like bbg 2d wuw

though when it’s starting to trigger your anxiety when he keeps nudging for you to perform, he’d apologize profusely

and bring you snacks and everything else you might need he’s adorbz like dat

though you two has to work out on your glossophobia (fear of public speaking)

and when it’s your first time performing, he’d literally, and yes he does invite himself onto the stage and sing with you!

and boost your songs and popularity a bit, he’d definitely try to coordinate and beg Murdoc as well so that Gorillaz could collaborate with you

hed dress up all neat and fancy when he goes to your show so adorabzz!!1!

like how a little kid would dress when going to their parents’ friends marriage or some shit

okay, unrelated but. Stu is kinda fun to write

“ luv ? can yew repeat that last line for me ? make sure you’re timing your breath, hon. trust me, it’ll be so much better ! “

— hearts, Harami

[renhaswritersblock]

NSFW Alphabet Masterlist

NSFW Alphabet

David Dastmalchian characters:

Abner Krill: | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z |

Bob Taylor: | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z |

Coco: | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z |

Johnson: | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z |

Lonny: | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z |

Murdoc: | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z |

Watch Dogs characters:

Wrench: | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z |

Richard Malik: | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z |

Pascal characters:

Joel Miller: | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z |

Frankie Morales: | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z |

Miscellaneous:

Matty (reprisal): | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z |

Corey Cunningham: | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z |

Laszlo Kreizler: | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z |

(More to coming soon...)

[sardonic-the-writer]

𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲

↳ summary: the day that landed your coworker in the hospital, and a car in the side of a building

↳ warnings: some blood, mentions of alcohol, some hurt but everyone turns out okay, and murdoc being murdoc

↳ notes: had a close friend that knows nothing about gorillaz beta read this, and they convinced me to post it. enjoy. reblogs and comments are more than appreciated

↳ song: da funk—daft punk

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Business at Uncle Norm’s Organ Emporium had been steady that day.

You remember it being around three in the afternoon when your shift rounded its end. The busted heater of the store rattled with a wheeze as it desperately tried to stay on, and you reveled in the momentary relief it brought you from the cold weather. Customers shuffled amongst isles lined with various vinyl’s and cd’s, occasionally approaching you at the front desk to ask a question or secure their purchase. Only one or two complained about the mold in the corners of the room this time—an overall win for the day, you mused. 

“‘Ello.”

The small shop filled with a tinkling noise as the glass door to the outside swung open. A burst of cold air came with it, and the customers nearest the entrance bundled up tighter for the moment. You just exchanged a polite look with the newest addition to the store, eager to get off your feet and go home.

Stuart Pot’s green eyes flitted to you for a moment as he offered a small smile to accompany his hello. He took a moment to breathe in the warm air of the shop, no longer disrupted by the draft he had let in, before shedding his coat and starting forward. No doubt preparing himself for the beginning of his shift.

Stuart was a man that seemed to be all legs and no brain. Most people upon meeting him assumed he was stupid, walking all over him until he said something to make them think otherwise about their actions. You yourself wouldn’t have made much of him if he hadn’t struck up a conversation one day. Now, he was one of the only people you talked to on a regular basis. Pretty sad, considering he was just your coworker, but not at all unexpected for having just moved here.

You knew he liked roller skating and wanted to be a storm chaser as a kid. You knew he had a girlfriend that played guitar, and spent his spare time painting. And after one unforgettable day when you decided to bring your lunch in, you now knew his lips ballooned up when he ate pickles.

Stuart really wasn’t a difficult guy to get along with. And while your job wasn’t bad, it was always nice to have something of a friend to complain about it with.

“Afternoon.” You settled for nodding at him as he rounded the corner of the desk, pushing yourself out of the leaning position you had been in to allow him space behind the register. “It’s a real nasty one out there, yeah?”

“Only if yew don’t have a car.” Stuart, who had insisted you call him Stu for the past year now, shrugged. In truth, it wasn’t that he didn’t have a car, just that he didn’t know how to drive it. But that wasn’t anything important you needed to know.

You nodded in agreement as he panned away from you to clock in. At that moment across the store, a customer opened the door Stuart had just come from only to have the wind outside blow it closed right in their face. They took a moment to struggle with it before stumbling outside, looking displeased as they did so.

You made a face.

On a nearby chair hung your own scarf and jacket that you’d brought for the walk home. And while your feet hurt something awful, the thin layers you had brought in preparation of the temperature made you hesitate. Clearly you hadn’t thought long enough about how cold it would get. You sighed in defeat before turning back to Stuart.

“So, how have you been?”

The blue haired man blinked at your form leaning on the counter, no doubt wondering why you weren’t heading out. With a huff of air, you tossed the formalities in favor of a more straightforward conversation.

“It’s freezing out there.” You scrunched up your nose. “I don’t want to walk all the way through town in that just to get to my flat and find out my landlord forgot to fix the heat again. At least here has some warmth.”

“True.” Stuart’s voice cracked in its familiar fashion. Ever a man of few words, he just stood awkwardly, biting at a stray fingernail or two as a nasty habit. Thankfully the silence didn’t linger long before someone shuffled up to purchase a new set of guitar picks.

“Have you heard the new album that we got last week yet?” You mused after he was done ringing the fellow up, pushing yourself off and jumping over the front desk to point at a collection of records. “I thought it was pretty good, and it sounded like one of those underground bands you like to talk about.”

Stuart immediately perked up when you started talking about music; as he always did. It shouldn’t have surprised you, really, to work at a music shop with someone that was passionate about the art form. But with the way Stuart rambled on every now and then you’d think that that’s all he ever thought about.

Nimble fingers picked up the artists cover as Stuart turned it over to the description on the back. When you hadn’t been looking, he’d abandoned his post in favor of the possibility of a new song track, moving surprisingly quiet for someone of his height.

“Homework?” Stuart parroted the title back at you as he read through the track names. “Sounds funny.”

“Lot’s of people think the same thing about you.” You grinned with teeth, unaffected by his suspicion. Stuart just looked at you owlishly, letting a small gap toothed smile show as he caught onto the joke.

“‘S nawt my fault I got an accent.” He placed the album under his arm for later, no doubt going to utilize the employee discount you and him were so generously offered. “If anyfing you’re the weird one.”

You would have responded. In fact, your lips had already opened— ready to rebuke his claim —when a horrible screeching noise stopped you.

The front of the store exploded into a brilliant shower of glass mere seconds later. Shards glittering in the grey light from outside threw themselves at you, covering the skin along your arms and face with a tingly feeling. You barely had time to process a slow trickle of something warm making its way down your face before your body reacted for you. 

A poorly carpeted floor felt the weight of your backside as you fell back, bumping your head on a nearby table in the process. Somewhere a few feet away from you, you heard high pitched groaning that sounded faintly like Stuart’s voice, and a gleeful cackle that incited a splitting headache.

Faint sirens wailed in the background as you wobbly stood to your feet. The sight before you was much different than it had been a few moments ago. Pianos and cases of speakers that you had spent the better part of last week propping up were now in pieces. Some made sparking noises as they lay in disarray. You stared at them as your vision swam, not yet aware of the yelling figures around you or of the  small pool of blood collecting at your feet.

But the biggest change by far you noticed, was the giant car sticking through the front of the shop.

At the wheel was the source of the maniacal laughing. In the three seconds it took to give him a once over, you observed more details about the driver than you could ever want in your life.

He had olive toned skin that was lined with sparse scars. His teeth were yellowed and pointed in an unnatural manner, and his hair fell just about halfway over his eyes; which when he opened them you saw were two different colors. One black, and the other a faded pink. It didn’t take long for his gaze to land on you.

“Oi! Did you bloody see that!” He shouted with glee, apparently ignorant to the chaos he had caused. “Brilliant! Bloody brilliant! Can’t even say I’m sorry about the cuts, love.”

His gravelly tone did nothing to snap your brain out of the haze it was floating in. With a far away look, you stared straight through the driver.

Later you wouldn’t remember the way his eyes widened as you mumbled something with a frown before collapsing forward on the hood of his car, fading into a restless realm of black.

You were fine.

Stuart Pot was fine. 

At least that’s what the tests said. 

Doctor after doctor had come in and out of your room with clipboards before they allowed you to even so much as get up. They’d given up on keeping you off your feet after you rolled out of bed as an act of defiance.

Everything was too white. Hospitals had always felt so artificial to you, so being stuck in one was nothing short of a nuisance. Beeping machines in your ear only proved to aggravate you further, testing your nerves. Thankfully, a nurse was sent in to discharge you, bringing news of only a few cuts they had disinfected, and some minor head trauma that should be okay as long as you kept an eye on it.

Now here you sat, just a few rooms over from the one you had just woken up in, sitting in a visitors chair next to your only friend.

Your only, catatonic, unresponsive friend.

Stuart’s hospital room was busier than yours. There were more machines, more i.v drips, and more nurse visits than yours had. It was to be expected, though. He had gotten hit with the car head on instead of just being near it, unlike you and the other spectators. The only thing keeping your stresses at bay was that his vitals were steady. 

Blue hair splayed itself all around his pillow like a halo as he lay almost peacefully. His chest was moving up and down at an even pace, the gap in his teeth making a whistling noise as he breathed. You would have felt more relieved about it all, if it wasn’t for his eye.

It was fucked. That was the simple way to put it. Completely and utterly fucked. Where a gaze of mossy green had been prior, there was now brilliant bloody red. The entirety of it had been consumed by an inky darkness, making it look like the appendage had just popped right on out of his face. You were unaware if Stuart could see you staring at him from time to time, but you figured if he could, all he would see was pain on your face. Pain, not at his appearance, but at the trauma that was sure to come from it when he woke up.

There had been a third party to visit Stuarts bed not too long ago, sporting sunglasses indoors and black lipstick, and proving to be a very useful distraction for you. You hadn’t recognized her at first until she rushed to Stuart’s bedside, clutching at his hand like it would somehow shock him back awake.

Paula Cracker was just as you remembered her; loud and unabashed. The one time she had come by the shop to pick up Stu on her way home hadn’t been particularly interesting, if the way she barely looked at you before screaming along to her radio said anything. Stuart had to assure you the next day that she didn’t mean any harm. She just wasn’t all for meeting new people. 

You had shaken your head at him and said nothing at the time.

But now, in the hospital, sitting by her boyfriend’s bed, Paula couldn’t seem to stop talking to you. She ran right into conversations like they were open doors, barely leaving any room for you to respond before barreling on. By the time she declared that she had to leave, no matter how much she apparently wished to stay, you had counted a total of ten words that you’d managed to get in. You offered her a short goodbye to match. She didn’t seem to notice.

You settled into a morose silence after that. Nurses stopped coming in, and you stopped waiting for something, anything at all, to happen. It was beginning to set in that Stu had been, to out it bluntly, run over, and wouldn’t be waking up anytime soon.

You had just begun to wonder if you should head home when the door knob to the room rattled, and opened harshly.

“Well this is bloody brilliant.”

The door to the hospital room, which you could have sworn Paula had just walked out of, swung open in a wide berth to reveal the very person that landed you in the hospital.

A quick glance at the clock let you know that Paula had been gone for almost two hours, leaving you to sit by yourself as Stu stayed put. 

“What are you doing here.” Your mouth moved before you could stop it, sentence slipping past your lips in a weak attempt to make sense of this unsettlingly human being.

He looked the very same as he had the last time the two of you met. Just this time with an upside down cross for a necklace, and less blood on his hands. Literally.

The stranger made his way over to you, flopping down in a visitor chair and lighting a cigarette with one very dented lighter. He smiled cruelly at you, showing off a familiar row of teeth. They were as pointed as you remembered.

“Charity.” He tacked on a weird laugh at the end through the stick in his mouth. Two fingers lifted to his lips to remove the cigarette, a thick plume of smoke coming with it. He blew it in your face, and if you hadn’t been so lost in thought, you might have hit him for it.

“You don’t seem the charitable type.” Once again, your words were getting ahead of you. But he didn’t seem to be offended at all. Rather, the man gave a bone chilling laugh that was ended with another drag of his fag.

“Court mandated.” He continued with a smirk.

“They already had you tried?”

“What can I say? The law works fast when it comes to Murdoc Niccals.” He shrugged, once again with that strange laugh of his that accompanied nearly everything he said.

You simply eyed him with a tired sort of caution, drinking in the new information like it could kill you at any second.

“What? Not going to share your name with me?” Murdoc sneered. “It’s only polite.”

“When it comes to you, I have a feeling manners don’t really apply.” You grumbled, but ended up sharing your name all the same. Murdoc nodded slowly in response. You saw his eyes flick you up and down a couple times— something that made you clench a fist —before they found their way over to Stu’s bed.

“Hafta take care of him for ten hours.” He continued to explain without a hint of regret for the individual. “Apparently knocking some scrub in the noggin’ is a crime.”

“I wonder why.” You responded dryly, scratching at the bottom of your right eye without thinking about it.

“Wish I’d hit someone better looking with my car.” Murdoc laughed with a not so subtle look to you. “Wouldn’t mind taking care of ‘em for a few hours.”

“You just crashed a car into the front of a building and nearly killed someone. I don’t think I’d trust you with as much as a dead fish, much less Stuart.” You crinkled your nose. ‘Or me,’ your brain silently added.

“Not much you or I can do ‘bout it now, love.” He took another smoke to punctuate his sentence. It left you with furrowed brows and downturned lips. Murdoc snickered at your expression.

“I mean, it wouldn’t that be hard to watch you.” 

“Didn’t know you were into that.” The man sported a shark’s grin, only dropping it when you made a fake vomiting noise.

“God no. I meant watch you while you take care of Stu. Make sure you don’t do anything to him.” 

“I’m hurt you think I’d do anything unethical to Steve.” He scoffed.

“Stuart.”

“Same thing.” He shrugged. You didn’t bother to correct him.

The two of you delved into an awkward pause that was timed by the ticking of the nearby wall clock. While you were busy thinking about what exactly you had just offered yourself up for, you could tell Murdoc was growing bored. You fell back on bouncing your leg as you analyzed him, the bottom half of your body attempting to get out all of the nervous energy you had been bottling up.

“Well—" Murdoc flicked a bit of ash off the butt of his cigarette, putting it out against the armrest of his chair. “—this was a joy, yeah? Let’s never do it again.”

You couldn’t help but mumble an agreement in his direction. He stood up with a twist of his back, letting out a satisfied sigh as it cracked.

“Guess I’ll see you soon, love.” Murdoc chuckled darkly while heading for the door. One leather clad boot was out the exit before he paused, necklace bouncing against his chest as he turned to look at you.

“Say. You don’t play any instruments, do you?” His eyes held an unreadable emotion.

“Uh, I dabble. Stu is more of the music guy than me.” You responded. “Why?”

But he was already gone, leaving you to wonder if he had never been there. But the ash on the chair next to you and the faint smell of booze in the air told you otherwise.

You let your head fall into the embrace of your hands as you groaned, massaging at your temples in an attempt to quell the pounding in your head.

“What have I gotten myself into.”

[can-ya-guess-my-curent-obsession]

I have a request!

Dad Murdoc x child reader like A father and daughter relationship if it’s okay with you? 😁💚

Dadoc with a Daughter

WRITERS NOTES: Hi❤️. I had a huge Dadoc obsession at one point in time. Sorry this is super late. Hope you have a lovely day anon! 🙂

Edited: Nope

All art in this post is mine

TW: Curssing, Mudz hate 2D, fighting

Characters:

/Gorillaz/

Murdoc

Murdoc never expected to be dad, never thought about it, nor ever want to be a dad

But here he is...

But that doesn't matter because after some initial hesitation he was determined to do better than his dad did

Thank satan for Noodle

Noodle gave Mudz some experience rasing a girl

Without her Murdoc would be a bit all over the place with raising y/n

Noodle was y/n's big sis to little y/n and essentially a mentor, and Murdoc approves 100%

Murdoc hates the idea 2D being anywhere near his kid

Mudz would death glare 2D everytime Mudz daughter would innocently ask 2D to play with her

Murdoc is still a fairly insecure person so he tends to be very protective of his kid out of fear the kid would leave them

So he can be a bit defensive about things like relationships, things happening and he doesn't know about it(it could be something really small and doesn't matter but to him it matters), Mudz kid being far away for to long, ect...

But it's funny because Murdoc's also like really chill. He'd let his kid do a lot of things- and get away with a lot of things. Like in school for example he doesn't give much of a shit about how you do.

For two reasons, one he doesn't want to be a stick in mud dad, and second his daughter is his angel who he has a hard time saying 'no' to

Mudz may not be the most attentive as he struggels with geting along with children- but good satan is this kid quite spoiled-

Like I said he had a hard time saying no, but mostly to certain things becuase while he's may be a bit weak hearted when it comes to his kid Murdoc is still strong headed

So Mudz would put his foot down and would eventually learn how to somewhat discipline his kid with the help of the band

Growing up Murdoc and his daughter would have little petty fight, it's hilarious to watch A full grown man debate a 5 year old on whether her bed time should be 11pm or 10pm

Like I previously mentioned he hates being long distance and a big contributer to this is when y/n was really young like 3 or 4 Murdoc had to leave his kid for the first time- it was for a concert tour so he was gone for a good while and he was anxious the longer he was away from home and the thing that set his hatred for being long distance in stone is when Murdoc came back his daughter complained and gave him puppy dog eyes and that was all Murdoc needed to start bring his kid on tour with him

So from every tour on he takes his kid with him and it doesn't matter if his daughter doesn't want to, up until the age 16-18 the kid will be coming with him

Murdoc is very conflicted when it comes to his daughter dating

Like I said Murdoc doesn't want to be a stink in the mud but he hates the idea of losing his kid to someone else- which causes him to become defensive and conflicted when it comes to his daughters love life and relationships

Murdoc doesn't really care on whether his daughter dates men, women, or the in-between but rather he cares about if their good enough, and to Murdoc no one's ever damn good enough for his precious daughter

"The Fuck is this piece of crap doing in my house!?"

"Pops that's my partner...."

"Why would a Niccals date this piece of shit! You're a Niccals y/n you're better than this.."

But if y/n gets more defensive about their partner Murdoc will back off a bit- in fear of that this might hurt the relationship with his daughter

"Who the fuck is that- and why are they hear!?"

"That my partner Dad! The person I care about... jeez..."

But if their two defensive and get angry, well then Murdoc gets angry too- and well then a fight might start

Speaking of fighting, the whole cute petty fighting thing continues into adulthood because if Murdocs daughter is anything like Murdoc that their heard headed and this caused petty fighting

As a kid Murdoc tried to give his daughter every opportunity he could give them- any progran, schooling, extracurricular activities, all of it- he wants his kid to live her dream like he did

"Heh, 'Course we can get some ice cream, only the best for my kid."

[jackietorrance]

‘A melancholy town where we never smile‘

Jenna Ortega x Gorillaz!Reader

A/n: Maybe it gets a little confused, but these reader events happen in real life because in Gorillaz clips they mix the imaginary with reality.

basically the reader is a mix of murdoc, 2-d, noodle and russel. mixes the story of each of them

—————————————————————————————————— The metallic aroma was something present, very present during his 15 years. He'd get in your nose and corrode you from the inside out, make you want to cry, but you couldn't, it hurt more if you cried or complained. His routine was to go from a white room to an underground lab. How do you know? No one spoke to you, but sometimes you saw a spark light up on the floor and put it out quickly, it wasn't something to complain about, since this little flame was the only company you could have.

By the time you reached adolescence, your perception of the world had changed. The usual spark took a long time to appear again, before your visits were more constant, she had never made you wait long for your presence. and that made you change.

The frequency with which your gaze fell was greater, as your face contracted as you looked at the empty room, only the floor and the four walls that surrounded you. You no longer received the visit from the four men dressed in white who took you into the dark. The only sound you could hear was your irregular breathing, looking for oxygen, everything for you was just another torture that would start over.

After a while, your vision began to darken.

before falling completely asleep you could observe a masked figure sitting in front of the rusty iron door.

You were practically in a vegetative state, you couldn't know what the shadow wanted to do or what you were thinking. Her eyes could not open again, only her hearing worked, she could capture the dragged steps and then the figure said in a whisper: "Boggieman". It seemed to be his name. The next thing you remember happening would be Boggieman touching your face with that stinky glove. as soon as he took off, it was as if you had been reborn, you felt the blood circulating through your body, your organs working and especially, the water circulating outside your room, this feeling was similar to what you felt when one of the men attacked your companion with the scalpel. That was the first moment that his face showed a minimal smile.

You looked up to try to find the friendly demon, but he was gone, as was your room. Now you were in a other room, with a hospital bed and equipment. There was no one there with you. Her feet unconsciously shuffled towards the massive wooden door not far away.

The next room was a hall, in the middle of it two bodies hanging by the arms, small screws crossing its flesh, bright red blood dripping. It seemed that your senses were more accurate because you could feel everything around you including the wonderful smell of those two corpses. There were also chains on their necks holding plates. There was something written with symbols unknown to your brain but for some reason you didn't know, that strange phrase was readable, this was something impossible since you never had contact with this knowledge, but now it seemed that you knew everything and how to do everything. 'Welcome Y/n, now you're mine completely' your eyes scanned the letters in a language you seemed to master. Was your body paralyzed in front of these two bodies, ‘welcome? Y/n? What the hell is that?’ You wonder.

Her trunk was frozen like a board, no movement. You raised your hands to be able to look at and feel them, they were pale, white as the ceiling towed from your cell, a thick green band skirted the region near your wrists. Your moment of recognition was interrupted by the noise of the old spark that had abandoned him. You must feel anger for all the time you waited for her, but you was calm, she seemed stronger than the other times, forming a bigger flame as if it was from a burning fire and even out to you. Surprisingly, she followed a straight path to you. Her destination, without igniting the entire structure you were in.

You could see a yellowish door, with minimal effort your feet dragged him there, the air wave cooled you almost instantly, the only light came from the spark. The doors were the same rusty ones in their cells. She seemed satisfied with the results of her sleep and the door opened without a knock. When you finally looked out, your jaw dropped. You were standing in a greenish park full of little people who seemed so happy.

You were paralyzed until a child appeared in front of you: "Who are you?" You lowered your face to look at the lesser being. You felt a damp heat around you, chills crawling around your neck. You didn't seem to be conscious, someone had taken your body. You grabbed the child's wrist sharply and took her into the abandoned shed. A quick flash went by and you could see what happened to the boy. Black eyes, crooked jaw and blood dripping down the chin. That was a wonderful sight to your perceptual. You felt strange, warmer and happier, a feeling never experienced by you before.

Spending some time, this kind of event became a hobby for you, seeing the red covering the faces of your victims was so.. pleasurable~ I mean, after every corpse you made, you could feel something coming into you. Like you were integrating with you, but you only started to care when one of them manifested it in a stronger way and you didn't know how to stop it.

You run until you got to a store. The sellers were startled to hear the strong footsteps coming from a strange fellow, you. Your steps were directed towards one of them, but your action was interrupted by the shattering of the shop window. After, you didn't remember anything but being in that same room, in the same hospital bed, hooked up to the same filthy devices. That room had just you and 2 other nurses, scared by your report, and more horrified when they looked at you. You didn't know why that fear, maybe it's that they recognized you as the serial killer that often appeared in the newspaper? Perhaps. But you might consider yourself surprised to see one of the nurses tilt a mirror at you. It was impossible, your eyeballs weren't there, they just had emptiness where they should have been. Some would think you wouldn't be able to see nothing, but it was the opposite. Did you get to see the nurses, the casual clothes they wear, the ceiling that covered them, their looks great, so why?

You just left the abandoned place where you were just a few minutes ago. They didn't try to stop you. Next thing you know, you're walking down that dark road again, about to go back to where it all started, and do the same thing again, spending hours and hours planning a cautious and far-fetched murder. This route goes over a bridge that was usually empty, but this time it had a different person, a girl you don't remember seeing but who at the same time looked familiar and so… adorable. Your thoughts were taken by the killer instinct, but deep down, mental logical part of you was fighting for control of the body. Amidst this internal confusion, you decided to approach the girl, well… it's been a while since you've talked to someone without bleeding and cutting. You didn't remember how to talk, how to act or even more important, how to detain a social intercourse. Seasoned with embarrassment. But hey, it's better than having to endure this monotony. She looked at you, her eyes so bright and pretty, like the blue sky and white clouds in a clear day. Gazing at her seemed to make it erase all the madness from you, and nothing happened. Not even a word. You didn't know what to say or how to react or even what to do.

"Hello?" You asked her. You breathed chuckled and returned to real life. "Hello." She had her head down, she seemed to be in the same situation as you, lost, sad and unwilling to continue in this world.

You started to approach her, but unlike when you approach other people, you were off guard, your body didn't tense. "Hard life." you said as you leaned against the iron bars that protected pedestrians from falling into the huge river below the bridge. She said nothing. She already had tears rolling down her cheeks, and a clear big drop of salty water fell over the edge, losing its purity. You could not just let her stand in her current state, you needed to handle it.

"You don't need to cry." You pat the bars on both sides to get the girl's attention, it worked, she looked at you with those bluish eyes, well, her left eye was brown, her right was red. But that just made her more adorable.

"Yes, why don't you just say that? I should be crying, as my illness becomes more unbearable every time they look at me. It's worse every day and I can't bear it.", when she said that, you felt surprised that when she looked at you she didn't startle and pull away, she didn't seem afraid of the emptiness in your eyes. For you, at that moment there was a freak in a vegetative state that should be dead, but next to that monster was something unreal, beauty radiating from that individual, his brown eyes, the freckles that painted his cheeks, how his tears illuminated his face. Would you gladly kill anyone who had done harm to that girl, "I may not know you very well, but it's clear you don't have any kind of illness or other shit like that, you're beautiful. I'd rip out my bloodied heart of my chest if it made you understand" you said, trying to convey as much sincerity as possible in your tone of voice.

"Precisely what I told them, 'I don't have anything, only sins'. I fear no transgressions, for I am good, pure and altruistic. With this nature, I am pure and that is why I need to keep my body pure. I have no relations with men, only with my god." she said. their eyes were looking at each other, the beautiful eyes of the beautiful girl and the dark eyes of the fearsome beast, but the beauty kept the girl without moving away from that damned beast

"That's a stupid~" you started to say, but you stopped yourself, you didn't know how to frame the word, your internal conflicts rotted your speech and you took an idea from your creative mind, "You're strong, you can resist the temptation. You can stay clear. You don't need to be a victim.". You knew that wasn't the right thing to say, but those words sounded like music to the ears of the beautiful girl.

"Yes, I can, I have resistance to fall into temptation, because I'm good." She smiled at you, you honestly wished you could see she in broad daylight. It's been a long time that a smile he has been seen by your eyes. You already had plans for the girl, but in this situation you didn't have a sinister motive, it was just a first encounter.

"So you prefer to be a victim of a supposed illness? I see. I think most people would prefer to be a victim of a deadly and tormenting illness than a healthy individual with a pure soul.", you said with the feeling of happiness, something new to you, that girl has become something important to you, someone you've grown to like, "A yes, I'm Y/n, it's an honor to meet you my beautiful girl, may I know your name?" you said with a smile leaning your head on your own shoulder, "Jenna, you might have an interesting charm" she said in a whisper, enough for you to hear "aw, thank you~" you said, maybe too loud.

Jenna looked at you at the curiously, as if you were a monster, a stranger or something else she never had seen before. You felt something was wrong and was about to question her about what it was, but she surprised you by leaning in, touching your cheek with her soft hand and adding a gentle whisper, "This is me, dear, do the same"

You were captivated by the sound, but it was still enough that you could think, Jenna has a gentle and soft voice. That moment was being unique for both of you, you were something that completed each other like a jigsaw puzzle. Jweon Reyl, Lucien Carlton and Snowflake Tobias. Wherever they'd be, they'd be together.

There was silence all around, the only thing heard being the accelerated beating of two hearts that managed to be healed. You leaned in close to Jenna, turning your body towards her and moving closer. She cupped your face and brought it close enough that they could feel it, her clumsy breathing touch your skin, she was waiting for your lips, you were waiting for her lips. You kissed her, you were a first kiss, but was just as passionate as any other. It felt like you were born for this, you were born to kiss that beautiful girl.

You were getting weak from the kiss, but she held you tight and you were getting even harder. "Jenna, I'm sorry" You said, Jenna seemed confused, scared maybe.

"No, don't be silly. I understand" she said smiling, you were confused by everything, "you are so cute" she pulled your face, kissing you just as passionately as before, you returned her action and melted into her embrace. "That's what I want, that's wonderful." Jenna closed her eyes as she heard your words, it felt different than anyone else's kiss, but you didn't regret it. You embraced the girl, you were thirsty for her body and soul, without something as simple as a kiss. Supernatural beasts didn't get the chance to fall in love, they were lust, sex and a cause of fear. You weren't sure, but right there, right then, you loved that girl, you loved that beast. She may be your first love, but was the first girl ever to kiss you

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You laid on the bed of flowers, your naked skin a beautiful contrast with the flowers that surrounded you. Jenna giggled at you and laid besides you, resting her head on your chest and listening to your heartbeat, witnessing the slow but strong pump of your blood. Your world was made of her and you

"Ripping out her heart is intensely gratifying, right?" "Wrong… whatever, you know what I mean. I've never felt anything like that, that sense of euphoria. It makes me so happy to know that someone has given so much love to our loveable Jenna."

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I made the reader as if it were a torrance. from 'The Shining'. Best horror movie I've ever seen

[mybluelonglegs]

2D x reader

Okay, so this short story is y/n she's on the shorter side (5/4), and she's spending time in her little cottage in the country!

Enjoy💕

You were walking home to your house. well you like to call it your little cottage

(It was a log cabin. You go there every summer to get away from the city)

You love your little cottage,and in one summer, you decorated it now it looks like some fairy core asthetic picture you would find on Pinecrest 💗

You were just walking from your car you couldn't wait to start.this summer vk!when you turned around you saw a car park next to yours

"Um, who are you? You're not supposed to be here. This is my cabin."

The persons window rolled down

"Oh, luv sorry I didn't mean to come here unannounced but murdoc kicked me out and I don't think he wants me there for a while could I stay with you for a bit?"

"Oh ya sure, I don't mind. It might not be something you're used to, though?"

"Well, my dad did own a funfair a while back he still has it! It was in the country so I think I have an idea?"

"Okay, come on in, oh did you bring stuff for this or..?"

"Oh ya I grabbed what I could before murdoc was throwing shoes at me!" (Laughing)

"Okay awesome just follow me!"

You to birds have been friends for a while, actually a month after he broke up with his ex-girlfriend!you knew it was a touchy topic for him so you never bring it up.

After a couple of hours, you guys were settled in for a good month, but there was one problem, no food or drinks. it as already 10:30 pm so nothing was open

~to be continued ~

I hope you enjoyed this. If you want a part 2, then like this post💗

[isimpfor12]

⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️REQUEST ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

CAN SOMEONE MAKE A 2-D X F!READER WHO WATCHES MURDOC ABUSE OR IN BETTER WORDS HURTS 2-D AND Y/N HAS TO COMFORT 2-D AND YELLS AT MURDOC??????? LIKE YOU CAN MAKE IT ANY GENRE IDC BUT BRO PLEASE 🤚🤚🤚🤚💀💀💀💀💀 IF YOU ALREADY MADE ONE PLEASE LET ME KNOW, OR IF YOUR GOING TO MAKE ONE PLEASE TELL ME🤚💀 I DON'T EVEN WANT CREDIT I JUST WANT SOMEONE TO MAKE ITTTTTTTT🤚🤚🤚🤚🤚 LIKE I SAID ANY GENRE IDC BUT PLEASE. MORE THEN ONE PERSON CAN MAKE IT TO 🤚💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟

- a simp 💖

THANK YOU💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟🤚💀

[inner-visionz]

Magic City (2d x autistic transboy reader)

Morning after part 2

Start from the beginning

"Anyway, not that I don't enjoy your company but don't you have somewhere to be?" 

My eyes go wide. "Uhh yeah I should go home". I begin to stand up by y/n stops me.

"Stuart your shoes are untied" 

"Fuck uhh"

"..Do you need someone to tie them?" 

"How did you know?"

She sits me back down then gets on one knee and starts to tie them. "You told me last night Murdoc would tie them. You forget how to sometimes, which is understandable you got hit with a car".  

I'm baffled and don't know what to say besides stuttering, "I-I uh told you th-that much?". Not so charming on my part. I mentally slap myself for saying it.  God,Murdoc is right, I am an idiot.

"You told me a lot mate, but dont beat yourself up about it. I still think you're cool", she says tying the last knot and standing up in front of me.

"Thank you", I look down at my shoes she just tied and start to tear up. It made me think of Murdoc and how I miss him. The more I think about it the more tears run down my cheeks. No no, stop it you don't miss him. I feel her pull my head to her stomach and run her fingers through my hair.

"You're okay, please don't cry", she says in a gentle hushed voice. I close my eyes and wrap my arms around her. She continues to run her fingers through my hair to soothe me. "Feel better? or I mean Feel Good? heh, im sorry bad timing". 

I can't help but chuckle at her terrible joke as I let go of her. "It's fine luv. Yes I do feel good. I feel good Inc. actually. You know that's the name of the song not just feel good"

"Are you calling me a fake fan?" 

I look at her confused. "You can't be a fan, you're a human not something with blades that cools people down. Even so you can't be fake"

She laughs a little. "No, I mean a fan as in a fan of the band". 

My face flusters up realizing my stupid mistake. "Oh...yeah, sorry"

She laughs. "Its okay, its kinda cute. In a weird sort of way, I mean the circumstances was awful and im sure its not fun for you..eh I'll stop talking". 

"Im glad you like to ramble too," I smile up at her as reassurance. 

She nods. "Umm I'll see you later then?". 

"Oh right", I stand up from my chair then wave her goodbye before heading out the door. 

Two weeks later

9:00 pm finally rolls around. I have on a plain grey t-shirt with faded jeans and black boots. If (y/n) can see me while I'm ugly crying and drunk then this should be fine. I grab my phone before walking to the front room.

Noodle is sitting on the couch and looks up from her book. "Going back Toochi?"

I stop at the door to look at her. "Uh, yeah I am".

"You've been going back every night and Ace said you met someone. When are we going to meet her?" she teases with a smile. 

"Oh uhhh I don't know see ya later Noodle!" I say before rushing out the door. It's not like we're dating or anything. I don't even like her I mean yeah she's really nice, comforting, a good listener, really pretty, beautiful, soft....

Okay maybe I like her a little bit.

I brush the thought off as I walk into Magic City. I'm greeted with bopping music with pink and red lights blinding me. 

I walk up to the manager and ask for (y/n).

" Yes, follow me she'll be with you in just a moment," she tells me as she leads me to a booth. As we're walking I spot (y/n) with a client. It is painfully obvious that she's flirting. I know it's her job so I'm not bent out of shape about it. Still it stings. 

"Here you go, just sit tight" she said before leaving me alone in the red velvet booth. 

I sit down and wait for (y/n).

About 10 minutes later she comes in and upon seeing my face she brightens up. She sits on my lap like she did before. 

"You will not believe the night I've had". She starts. "People kept touching me even though you're not supposed to. It wasn't anything too bad but it gets annoying not to mention people asking about dates and ugghhh," she groans.

"Sounds like you've had a rough day luv," I reply.

"Tell me about it, so how was your day?"

"Eh we 'ave our tour dates scheduled we're going around the world"

"Ohh sounds fun, oh I guess you'll be gone a while huh?" she said her voice kinda sad at the last part. 

"Well we won't be leaving for a while and I have a question"

"oh? What's that?'

"Well just to add to your ever growing list of men that have asked you out, I'd like to add my name to the list and ask if you wanted to go on a date with me?"